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The camera's pan to the back as we see Godsmack entering the arenas with his gym bags over his shoulder, and no WoW title. He hangs his head in shame as he quickly stops at the N4H lockeroom as his head slowly rises, stares at the lockeroom and then simply drops his head and continues walking down the hall. Falcoon - What the hell was that all about? Kissens - He is depressed! Can't you tell. Burst - Well he did lose his WoW title last week. Kissens - Haha! Not "his precious". Continuing down the hall, he blows past fellow superstars, and then finally stops at one lockeroom. Kissens - He stopped, y'all Burst - Must be Draco's lockeroom. This should be interesting. The camera's pan up to read "WoW Prez Morningrod". Godsmack quickly swings the door open. Morningrod sits there in disbelief as Godsmack slams the door shut behind him, eliminating our view and locking the door behind him. Falcoon - Godsmack has our WoW President hostage! Burst - Maybe he just wants to have a friendly chat. Kissens - That didn't look to friendly to me!
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.
Falcoon - AHOOOOOOOOO! WELCOME OWF FANS to MONDAY ADDICTION! Kissens - We are back in the United States! Falcoon - And only one week away from Clash of Champions! Burst - Thank god! Falcoon - Fans, we have one of the best cards in a while lined up for you tonight -- A dream cards of sorts. Kissens - Four high profile matches less than a week before Clash of Champions. Burst - Can we get on with this? Falcoon - You know, since you are quitting, you could atleast try to enjoy yourself. Burst - Pffft, Enjoy myself? Here? Why do you think I'm retiring! Kissens - Ugh, lets just go to Missy, y'all. Missy Janson - The first match of the night is a Qualifier for the King of the Mountain Match and it is a Ladder Match. Coming to the ring first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...Plague! The arena goes entirely dark and then the drum rolls of Down with the Sickness is heard throughout the arena. The words The Plague Has Struck appears on the titantron, each word at a time. Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah The pyros blast off as the first scream in the song is heard illuminating the whole arena and revealing a man at the enterance ramp with a guitar slung over his black trenchcoat. Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah The man slowly looks up and begins his walk down to the ring. Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Looking at my own reflection When he's about halfway, he breaks into a sprint and slides under the bottom rope. Plague raises up to his knees and then raises up and walks over to his corner. Get up, come on get down with the sickness He stops there for a moment before bracing one hand on the turnbuckle and then seamlessy jumping and landing cross legged on the turnbuckle. Missy Janson - And his opponent..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. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Both men look up at the contract, then back across the ring at one another. The two slowly walk towards the center of the ring, talking their heads off. Lopes points up to the contract and looks up, and as soon as he does Plague catches him with a cheap shot to the throat. Lopes gasps for air as Plague continues his assault, using kicks and punches to push Lopes back up against the ropes. Plague irish whips him across the ring, but Lopes reverses and instead Plague is sent charging into the rope. When he bounces back he takes Lopes down with a shoulder block, but Lopes rolls backwards and hops right back up and charges at Plague. Plague attempts a hip toss, but Lopes hooks his arm around Plague's arm and floats over, nailing a DDT. Falcoon - These two men are fighting for the right to get into the King of the Mountain Match. Burst - That match is so overrated. Kissens - How? If you win, you get a contract to do whatever you want with. Burst - SHUT UP! Lopes quickly gets up, and steps to the outside of the ring. He grabs one of the ladders and closes it up, sliding it into the ring next to Plague who is slowly pushing himself up to his feet. Ray is quick to pull himself back into the ring, disregarding the ladder and immediately going for the fallen Plague. Ray nails a stomp on Plague's back, sending him face first down to the mat again. Lopes reaches down, lifting Plague up by his bleach blonde hair and Lopes nails a scoop slam on him right onto the ladder. Falcoon - That steel is unforgiving! Lopes drops a leg across the neck of Plague with a leg drop onto the ladder, and Plague rolls off of it, gasping for air. Lopes reaches down, lifting up the ladder and setting it up in the middle of the ring right below the contract. He slowly begins to climb, but Plague is already back up to his feet by this time. He grabs Lopes around his belt and yanks him down to his back on the mat. Plague then begins to climb up the ladder, heading for the contract. Lopes is able to hop right back up and he nails a forearm smash to the small of Plague's back, which knocks him back down to his feet on the mat. Lopes attempts an elbow strike but Plague blocks it and counters with a swift kick to the thigh of Lopes, Ray stumbles forward and Plague is able to take him down to the mat with a jawbreaker. Plague moves his shoulder in a circular motion, before lifting Lopes back up to his feet and knocking him right back down with a hard right hand. Burst - Plague has taken control. Falcoon - He's a desperate man. Kissens - Yeah, but Lopes wants to get off that cold list too, y'all! Plague proceeds to climb up the ladder again, making quick work of it as he gets nearly to the top before Lopes tips it over. Plague falls and gets crotched on the top rope before falling down to the outside. Falcoon - Well, I guess Lopes did the future society a favor there. Kissens - Awl, Low blow. Burst - Literally and figuratively. Lopes slowly lifts the ladder back up to it's legs and begins to climb. Suddenly, from the crowd, Chris Green jumps over the barricade and slides into the ring. He goes for a Fall from Grace off the ladder, but Lopes holds onto Green and drags him up the ladder. Falcoon - Oh this is no good. Plague begins to get up and pull himself into the ring, while Lopes has Green almost to the top of the ladder in a back body drop position. Green wiggles free, falling to the mat and suffering little pain as he gets out of the ring and disappears through the crowd. Plague charges the ladder and tips it over as Lopes falls backwards towards the mat. Lopes lays hung up on the top rope, facing down. Plague yanks him down to the mat. Burst - Green got out of here without a scratch on him. Falcoon - I don't think he'll be as lucky at the PPV. Plague lifts the ladder back up to both legs in the middle of the ring and begins to climb it again. Ray is slow to get up, but he uses the rungs of the ladder to pull himself up to his feet. He doesn't stop there as he begins to climb up the opposite side of the ladder. Plague is way ahead of Ray, so Lopes musters all his strength and begins climbing up faster. Plague notices Ray and he freezes in his tracks as he reaches up for the contract. Kissens - Plague almost has it! Lopes gets to the top and nails Plague with a hard right to the ribs. Plague holds his gut as he gasps for air. Lopes reaches up now, his finger tips touch the contract. Plague hits Lopes in the stomach with a left hook, which bends Lopes over as he begins to cough. Falcoon - Neither man giving an inch! Plague tries to slam Lopes' face into the top of the ladder, but Ray blocks it -- he is unable to block a left elbow by Plague, though. Plague grabs Lopes and hooks him up for a suplex. Burst - This could be the end of the Ray Lopes! Kissens - He could be retired before you. Plague lifts him up and over, but Ray floats over and lands on one knee on the mat. Plague looks stunned as he hops down off the ladder and confronts Lopes. Ray tells him to bring it on and Plague does so, unleashing a round of punches and kicks at Lopes. Ray is unable to block them all, and is over powered in the corner. Plague irish whips Lopes out, and he can't avoid the ladder -- crashing face first into it as it falls over on the top rope. Ray falls to the mat as Plague creeps up behind him, dragging him to his feet by his belt again. He nails a back body drop on Lopes, who clutches his back in pain as he kicks his legs. Plague sits up and smiles sadistically as he pushes himself to his feet. He walks towards the ladder, grabbing it off the ropes and walking to the center of the ring. He sets it up right under the contract and he begins to climb up one side. Burst - Well, if Lopes knows what is good for him, he'll realize the KOTM is a joke. Falcoon - You're a joke. Burst - Ouch. Plague makes his way slowly up, while Lopes reaches up and grabs a hold of the rungs of the ladder. He begins to pull himself up the same side Plague is climbing up. Plague sees this as he gets about three fourths of the way to the top and he begins to kick down at Lopes. Ray receives a hard kick to the face that sends him to his feet in the ring momentarily. This gives Plague some time to reach for the contract, but Ray climbs up the the ladder once more, and again, Plague looks down and kicks at him. This time, Lopes catches Plagues foot. He yanks it down and Plague smashes his face on the top of the ladder. Kissens - Great instinct by Lopes. Ray hops down, and begins to climb up the other side of the ladder. Plague regains his consciousness and he reaches up, grabbing a hold of the cord above the contract. Lopes hops from the middle of the ladder up and grabs onto the rope as well as the ladder falls to the side. Both men are now holding onto the rope that holds the contract. Burst - Someone is gonna win it here. Both men try to release the carribiner, but it does no good. They exchange punches, knocking each other silly. Lopes rears back and nails Plague across the bridge of the nose. Plague almost loses his grip, but he regains his composure in time to hit Ray with a hard left to the jaw. Ray dangles for a few seconds, but then he swings with much less intensity connecting with Plague's head. Plague throws the same speed punch at Lopes. At the same time, both men fall from the rope and grab a hold of the contract -- ripping it in half. Falcoon - WHO WON?! Missy Janson - The winner of this match...is....uh...Well, I don't know. Kissens - Are we gonna go by who has the bigger half? Suddenly, Prez CJ appears on the OWF Tron. Prez CJ - Ray, Plague...I know you both can hear me. I hate to say it, but, neither of you won this match. So go ahead Missy, call it a draw. Burst - A DRAW? Missy Janson - Ladies and gentleman, this match has been ruled a draw. The fans boo. Prez CJ - Thank you. Now see, this match was ruled a draw because the contract was destroyed. Therefore, it is null and void. Burst - Oh come on you prick! Prez CJ - So, I made a decision...Since the contract is destroyed, I cannot give one of you qualification to the King of the Mountain Match at Funeral of Hearts. The fans boo loudly. Prez CJ - But, instead...I'll give you both qualification for the match. Have a good night. The fans suddenly change, and cheer loudly. Falcoon - What a decision by CJ. We now have seven wrestlers announced for the King of the Mountain Match. Backstage, we see Chris Green walking around. He is keeping his eyes over his shoulder, watching for any movement. Voice - Hey Chris! Green jumps and swings, knocking out a ring technician who was holding Green's wallet. Chris Green - Shit! Green turns around, and is met with a superkick from Jesse Williams. Green falls to the concrete floor, bleeding from his jaw as Williams gets down on his knees. Williams - What did I fucking tell you, Green? Jesse grabs him by the back of his hair. Williams - I told you to stay gone, pal. I told you that you would do this. You'd show up. Talk a big game. Then blow it in the end. Well, you just blew it. Williams smacks him across the face. Williams - Don't you dare fuck with us. Williams stands up, motioning for Godsmack and Lopes to grab Green. Williams - Take care of this garbage, please. The scene cuts back to the announcers booth. Falcoon - Jesse just took out Green, AGAIN! Burst - Some friend he is. Falcoon - Anyways, it's time for our next match-up! Missy Janson - Coming out to the ring first for our next match, out of Alberta, Canada...here is 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 - Another classic match here tonight. Kissens - And this is only the second match of the night. Missy Janson - And his opponent, he is the OWF Network Champion, from Whitesboro, New York...Draco! The lights go dark in the arena and the fans hush to whispers in anticipation of what will come. The hushed crowd is cut off by an eerie chorus of little girls singing. Ring around the rosies The voices scream the last word and a majority of the audience covers their ears from the high pitched assault. In the background a low pitched hum is heard. The fans start to stand up as the wail of a guitar is heard joining in with the low pitched hum. The fans are on the feet cheering already. All eyes on the darkened entrance ramp. The screen flickers to life flashing name after name of the OWF roster.
Ashes, ashes The children's voices return are seen scrolling along with the names on the big screen just before the vocalist of Circle of Red begins to sing out the lyrics to "Suffer". The names and words fade slowly and bring the arena back into darkness. The guitars are reaching their peak. The drums are kicking in. The fans are still cheering and on their feet. Your words are a scalpel The screen kicks to life and red lights around the entranceway flicker on and off with the beat of the drums. The silhouette of a man is seen. Red light shown behind him. His head is down and the screen flickers to life cementing the identity of that man as Draco. A bloodied and battered Draco holding a title above his head. It is the Network Title. Another clip shows Draco in much the same bloodied state holding the OWF World Title. The music starts to get harder as the two images start to flicker to life. The videos are grainy and look as if you are peering at them through a thin layer of blood. SUFFER! SUFFER! As the last two words are screamed through the PA a series of explosions rip from either side of the stage in a synchronized motion to the center in front of the entrance way. The explosions slowly getting bigger until the last. A figure is seen in the middle of the entrance as the explosion erupts. The man has his head down and his arms out hanging at his side. Three titles are seen in his hands reflecting the red light as they sway in the man's grip. Thick clouds of smoke from the pyrotechnics hang in the air as the heavy rock music continues. Broken as I seem to be The smoke starts to clear and Draco is seen standing there with his head still down. The Network and one half of the Tag Titles exposed to the world as he puts them over his shoulders with a blank expression on his face. The ash and soot covering his shoulders and face. He looks up towards the ring showing his oddly dull blue eyes. His wrists taped as they normally are, but his right shoulder is still bandaged up slightly. His scarred chest is showed once more. This thin white scars that people find hard to look at, no hope. He starts to walk toward the ring with no showmanship, no act, nothing, but a mission in his head...to make his opponent suffer. ...suffer... A low whisper is heard through the rock music. Draco stands in front of the ring just staring at it. He slides into the ring as the PA sends a low roar, almost demonic speaking that one word. SUFFER! Draco stands in the ring as the lights start to fade back down to their normal state. Draco stands there still half covered in the soot and char from the explosions of his entrance. The music slowly dies with one of the Tag Titles over his shoulder not caring about them all. His Network Title treated much the same way. Just caring about the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Falcoon - This is a match a lot of people have been waiting to see. Burst - I know I have. Kissens - Really? Burst - Really. Seraph and Draco strut towards the center of the ring, locking up quickly and attemping to toss each other to the mat. Neither man gives in, and instead they both break the tie-up. They circle each other for a few seconds before they lock up again, this time with Seraph gaining the early advantage and tossing Draco to the ground. Draco rolls back up to his feet as Seraph motions to get up. Draco runs at Seraph and connects with a cross body block. As both men hit the ground, Draco gets on top of Seraph and begins unleashing a fury of rights and lefts. Seraph blocks a few shots, but Draco connects with about half of the punches he throws. Suddenly, Seraph rolls Draco over and mounts him -- regaining the advantage. Now, Seraph throws everything he has into rights and lefts aimed at the face of Draco. Seraph connects with a higher percentage of punches than Draco did, as Draco tries to roll himself out of this position. Eventually, Seraph just stands up and drags Draco up to his feet by his hair. Kissens - This is a match between former World Champions and so far, they are really proving why they are two of the best the OWF has to offer. Seraph pushes Draco back up against the ropes and irish whips him into the opposite ropes, when Draco returns he is able to duck a clothesline attempt by Seraph and nail a falling neckbreaker. Draco pops right back up as Seraph is slow to push himself back up to his feet, but as he gets there Draco jumps and nails a dropkick to the face which sends Seraph right back down to the mat. Both men get back up at the same exact time, and again Draco nails a dropkick. The two men hit the mat, only to get right back up and Draco goes for a third dropkick -- instead, Seraph steps back and Draco falls face first to the mat with a missed dropkick. He gets right back up, only being mildly shocked, to suddenly be nearly decapitated with a clothesline from Seraph. Burst - Holy crap! Falcoon - What? Burst - Draco could be really hurt. Kissens - He's holding that shoulder again. Falcoon - One has to wonder, is Seraph just warming Draco up for Godsmack? Or does he want the win? Burst - Dumb question. Seraph is quick to reach down and hook Draco around his arm. He drags him up to his feet for a brief second before laying him back into the turnbuckle. Seraph steps backwards slowly, keeping his eye on Draco. Seraph gets across the ring and immediately he charges the corner. Draco sees this and gets both feet up, connecting with the face of Seraph. Seraph stumbles backwards as Draco runs out of the corner. Seraph regains his awareness at the last second and throws a right front kick out towards Draco. Draco stops, catches the foot, and in one swift motion he turns and nails a HUGE pele ensiguri combo kick to the head of Seraph, who falls to the mat. Falcoon - What a move! Draco is slow to get up, but the fans cheer loudly for him as Seraph checks his face for blood. Burst - Seraph doesn't know where he is. Kissens - What the hell is that? Falcoon - It looks like Godsmack! Is he in a dress? Godsmack rushes down the ramp with his head down. He is wearing a green flowery dress. Draco jumps to the outside to meet Godsmack and nails him with a hard clothesline sending Godsmack down to the mat. Draco looks down at the fallen Godsmack lying on his stomach face down. Burst - And I guess that is strike three for Godsmack. Kissens - Wait a second, y'all, that is not Godsmack! Falcoon - You're right. He is over there! Another man is seen all the way in the nose bleeds. He is also wearing a dress. He begins rushing through the crowd to get to the ring. Draco is irate inside the ring. Seraph from behind with a roll up...1...2...kickout! Kissens - Oh my god! Seraph almost stole the match! Falcoon - And Godsmack is jumping the barricade. He leaps over the guardrail and slides into the ring where he is met with Seraph. Godsmack slowly lifts his head and shuffles the dreads from his face...Seraph looks stunned! Kissens - That's not Godsmack either. Burst - What the hell is going on around here? Falcoon - I don't know, but it doesn't bold well for our Network champion. Just as that is being said, the fake Godsmack turns around to and leans over to grab Draco's head. Draco reverses with a forearm to the face, followed by a big sucker punch to the nuts! The fake Godsmack rolls out of the ring trying to keep his dress from showing too much before disappearing in the crowd. Burst - This match just got stupid! Seraph nails Draco with a right elbow to the face, followed by a knee to the abdomen that sends him down to his knees. Seraph steps back a few feet before charging and shin kicking Draco right across his chest. Draco holds his abdomen in pain as Seraph holds his head. He reaches down from behind Draco and pulls him to his feet. He grabs him in a reverse waist lock and tosses him over his head, nailing a german suplex pinning combination. The referee slides into place...1...2...kickout by Draco. Falcoon - Seraph was able to take advantage of Draco being distracted. Kissens - He's turned it into his kind of match now. Seraph slowly gets up to his feet as Draco holds his lower back in pain. Seraph leans up against the ropes for a few seconds, while Draco uses all his might to get back up to all fours. As Seraph catches his breath finally, he walks over to Draco and pulls him up to a standing position -- but as he does, Draco nails him with a right hand. Seraph is stunned momentarily, but fires back with left of his own that makes contact with the nose of Draco. Draco stumbles a bit, but throws a right elbow back and cracks Seraph across the jaw. Seraph falls to one knee, before standing up while nailing a right uppercut that knocks Draco off the balls of his feet and tumbling into the ropes. Seraph slowly approaches as Draco seems out of it, but out of nowhere he nails a hard right to the midsection of Seraph, followed by a left knee to the face which stuns him. Draco steps through the ropes, onto the apron on the outside and he takes Seraph onto the apron as well, still bent over, on the side of the ring nearest to the announcers tables. Falcoon - What's gonna happen here. Burst - I'm going to go stand over there. You're both welcome to join me. Kissens - I'm with Nick, y'all. Falcoon - Yeah, me too. All three announcers take off their headsets, leaving the airwaves silent as they walk away from the table and far from Draco and Seraph. Draco holds up one arm and tucks the head of Seraph between his legs. He grabs him around the waist, looking to lift him, but Seraph hooks the ropes with his legs. He doesn't budge as Draco attempts a second time, and suddenly Seraph lifts Draco up and back body drops him onto the outside apron. Draco lays half on the apron and half off the side of the ring while Seraph is down to one knee on the apron. Seraph catches his breath for a few seconds before using the ropes to pull himself back up to a standing position. He turns around and lifts Draco up, as both men still are on the outside apron. Seraph elbows Draco in the back of the head, and now tucks his head between his legs. Seraph hooks both of Draco's arms, as Seraph gets ready for the Oblivion piledriver. Suddenly, Draco breaks his arms free and pushes his head out from between Seraphs legs -- out of nowhere he snap kicks Seraph with a roundhouse kick to the face, and tucks the stunned Seraph's head between his legs. Draco lifts Seraph up, jumps off the apron and nails a powerbomb through the announcers table. The fans at home hear static from the microphones being destroyed, before the volume is turned off. Pieces of wood, glass and steel pertrude from the broken table as the television screens spark from the wires being torn out. Both Seraph and Draco lay in the broken table pieces as the fans are going nuts. The announcers look on as they can't do a single thing about this while the referee checks on both competitors. He doesn't call a disqualification, because Draco had to deal with two fake Godsmack interferences. He also doesn't start to count either man out. Draco is the first to begin moving, pushing himself off of Seraph and dragging himself away from the wreckage of the table. Seraph has regained consciousness and holds the back of his head in extreme pain. Draco holds his right shoulder as he continues to crawl away from the table and towards the ring, which seems miles away. Seraph rolls over onto his stomach, as we see the back of his head has been busted open. Draco grabs onto the apron cloth and begins to pull himself back into the ring, while Seraph just begins to push himself out of the midst of the table. Draco lays his upper body on the ring apron, and pulls his legs into the ring as he lays on his back looking to the rafters. Seraph slowly begins to crawl back to the ring, at about the same pace that Draco did. Draco crawls to the corner, leaning himself up against it in a sitting position while Seraph reaches towards the apron sheet with his extended right hand. He grabs a hold of it and begins the long task of dragging all the dead weight in his lower body up into the ring. Eventually, Seraph is able to pull himself up onto the apron and roll into the ring. Draco is slow to get up, as is Seraph. Both men struggle to be the first man back to their feet. Seraph, using the ropes stands up to his wobbily legs and about a second later, Draco stands up leaning up against the corner. The two men approach each other, but Draco just grabs Seraph by the head and pushes him back into the corner Draco was just in. Draco nails two hard rights that seem to get Seraph knocked nearly unconscious. Draco bends over, lifting Seraph to a sitting position on the top turnbuckle. Draco climbs up, lifting Seraph to a standing position on the top rope as Draco also stands on the top rope. Draco hooks Seraph up for a Northern lights suplex, but suddenly Seraph locks Draco's head into a front face lock while still set up for the Northern Lights Suplex. Both men struggle on the top rope, when Draco flings Seraph over his head, executing a flawless Northern Lights Suplex. In midair, Seraph over rotates both men crash to the ring. Suddenly, the ring breaks on contact and Draco and Seraph are sent through the canvas down to below the ring. The fans are going nuts as the referee immediately calls for EMT's, and then the bell. The fans could care less, as they just saw a huge spectacle. EMT's rush out to the ring, as do ring technicians. Suddenly, "Breathe" by Prodigy is heard echoing throughout the entire arena. Breathe the pressure Come play my game The camera pan into a pre-recorded scene. It is shot at a near bye Seattle cemetery. Just outside the arena actually. We see tombstones in abundance. The camera then pans to an open grave, ready for its next victim. We then pan up from the grave, to see a casket, and standing on top of it, not wearing a dress, is Godsmack, in a black suit and black tie. Godsmack - Draco you dumb s.o.b. Did you actually think I am idiotic enough to attack you? I think outside the box. Looks like you got fucked up either way...Which brings me to this fucking thing. He looks down at the casket on which he stands. He looks at the camera and smiles sadistically. The arena begins to fill up with the chants of "Flaaaaamer.....Flaaaamer" as well as "Put on the dress..Put on the dress..." as Draco and Seraph have been removed from the ring, and the ring is already being broken down. The announcers booth is being replaced, as well. Godsmack - I know what you want. I know ALL of you fuckin want. You all want me to talk about how I lost my match against Draco. The fans explode into an all out roar of chants. Godsmack - Well screw you all! You people don't matter to me. Draco, you do not matter to me...The WoW title......ANYWAYS. I paid our WoW president a visit earlier this evening. I wanted to discuss a matter of business. He shuffles through his pockets and pulls out a piece of paper... Godsmack - THIS PIECE OF FUCKING PAPER! Here. Let me read it to you. This document hereby entitles it's recipient to a shot at the Network Title at Clash of Champions in a "blank." You see that. They left it blank! So I took it upon myself and visited Morningrod. Why didn't I visit CJ? Evident he is extremely busy, plus he cannot do much for me, on top of the fact that Morningrod has a fine ass, I opted to go with her. Badda bing, Badda Boom! Get your vampire ass ready! This is one Emo-Tastic ride that you can't bitch your way out of. A chorus of boos begins to deafen us all. Godsmack - Yea that's right. BOO ME! Cheer for my man Benji from Good Charlotte! That is all you are to me Draco. But yet I find myself infatuated. But not with you, don't flatter yourself. With killing you...Therefore.... Godsmack steps down from the casket as he begins to pour some sort of liquid on top of the casket... Godsmack - I must warn you that this match. He continues to soak the wooden casket in this liquid down to the last inch as he drops the bottle and continues... Godsmack - Is not for the faint of heart...So you had better grow some balls, fast. Godsmack light a match and holds it in the air as he stares at it burning closer to his fingers. Godsmack - Because I am sending your Vampire ass back to where you came from... He drops the match as the casket erupts into flames... Godsmack - IN A BURNING CASKET MATCH! If you aren't already dead. He laughs loudly and sadistically as the fire grows to be about ten feet tall, powerful to say the least. Godsmack - Now sit back, and watch how REAL WRESTLERS perform... He walks out of the picture preparing for his match. The camera's cut to the makeshift announcers booth, as all three announcers are sitting on steel chairs now, looking very uncomfortable. Burst - This night is just getting crazier and crazier. Falcoon - That's what happens when you have feuds driven by absolute hatred. Kissens - He's right. It IS the week before a huge pay per view. Burst - And my last! Falcoon - Thank god. Burst - What was that? Kissens - I wonder if Seraph and Draco are going to be able to compete at the Pay Per View. Falcoon - I don't know. They didn't look very good when they were being wheeled out of here. Kissens - Fans, we have also gotten word that CJ has signed Seraph versus Draco at the First Monday Addiction of February. Falcoon - Great! I hope we get a winner! Burst - I heard you Falcoon. I heard you say thank god! Falcoon - Oh, it's time for a commercial while they fix up the ring for the next match! Burst - I hate yo --
ONE NIGHT THE ULTIMATE CLASH OF THE CHAMPIONS!
Falcoon - Hello folks we're back. The camera shows a view of a brand new ring all set up. Kissens - As you can see, the great workers of the OWF have already set us up for our next match. Burst - Greeeeeat! Missy Janson - The following match up is scheduled for a one fall, with Jesse Williams' World Title Shot at Clash of Champions on the line! Burst - This is what I have been waiting to see! N4H vs N4H. Falcoon - I can't help but agree. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Barrie, Ontario, Canada...Godsmack! PA System - Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up....Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up! "Smack my Bitch Up" By Prodigy begins to blare throughout the arena as the lights turn to darkness except for a select few single yellow lights beaming down on the entrance as out steps "The Immortal" Godsmack from behind the curtain carying the women's championship by two fingers dangling down to his side. Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up.... Godsmack continues to walk down the ramp as the chorus of boos can be heard throughout the entire arena echooing throughout the halls. Garbage is being launched from every direction flying past, or occasionally bouncing off a body part of Godsmack as he shrugs each blow of pepsi off and slides quickly into the ring as the garbage continues to be thrown at Godsmack. He climbs one of the tunrbuckles and flips off the crowd as that prompts more garbage to be thrown as the lights slowly come back on. Falcoon - There is Godsmack, acting as if he just didn't commit arson. Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada...Jesse Williams! The lights go black as a deep, eerie growl is heard over the PA. Immediately we hear dirty, distored guitars come in before being followed by the drums kicking in. Walk around the room with a glaze in your
stare. As the music dies down a bit, we see Jesse Williams walk out from the back. The lights come back up to a normal setting. He holds a bottle of water in his hand as he slowly struts down the ramp. He takes his time walking towards the ring, making sure to take in all his surroundings. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops as the music starts to kick back in. NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER! Walk around the room with a glaze in your
stare. YEAH! He slides into the ring, immediately holding his arms up as the repeated pounding of the drums resonates in the minds of all the fans watching him. He walks to the side of the ring closest to the cameras. He places his left foot on the middle rope, and his right foot on the top rope as he takes a sip of his water. He holds his arm up as he spits the water into the air as the vocals kick back in. Mediocrity is the killer. You find yourself helpless. Strobe lights flicker all over the arena as Jesse climbs back down off the ropes and gets into his corner. He begins stretching, using the ropes and getting himself prepared. He laid emeralds in her eyes, And we painted crooked lines, All I know now is regret, The music dies down and Williams stands up straight, awaiting the beginning of the match. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Falcoon - Now let's see how this happens. Kissens - CJ said there must be a legit winner. No lay downs, or else they don't get a Tag Title Shot. The two men walk to the center of the ring and they shake hands, before stepping back. They slowly circle each other, with Godsmack making the first move and tackling Jesse down to the ground. He holds him there as Jesse tries to free himself, and eventually prys the hands of Godsmack open and escapes his hold. Williams stands and circles to the right while Godsmack crouches and continues to stalk Williams. Kissens - He's going after him like prey. Williams holds up his hand, indicating a test of strength. Falcoon - Is Jesse high? Burst - Probably. Godsmack reaches up and clasps his hand. The two then look to grasp the other two hands when Williams attempts to kick Godsmack in the stomach. Godsmack is able to react quickly, catching Jesse's foot and holding him there. He drops his leg and attempts a clothesline that Williams ducks under. Jesse counters quickly with a superkick to the jaw of Godsmack which stumbles him backwards. He bounces back against the ropes as Williams stands up, and out of nowhere Godsmack charges and nearly splits Jesse in half at the waist with a spear. Kissens - JESUS! Burst - I think Godsmack wants that title shot. Godsmack wastes no time, grabbing Jesse by his hair and dragging him back up to his feet. He nails a snap suplex on Jesse and floats over, making the cover...1...2..kickout by Jesse. Godsmack quickly gets up to his feet, dragging Jesse up with him and pushing him back-first up against the ropes. He throws Jesse across the ring with an irish whip. Godsmack runs against the ropes in the other direction. Jesse is able to slow himself down enough that Godsmack commits to the spear, anticipating Jesse to bounce off the ropes and turn around. Instead, Jesse jumps up to the second rope and is able to roll down the back of Godsmack as he attempts a spear and instead launches himself through the ropes to the outside. Jesse lands on one knee with his back to Godsmack. Falcoon - Quite the counter by Williams. Burst - Probably picked that up in Mexico. Kissens - Are you gonna quit that? Burst - I have only one card after this to call him mexican and have my opinion be heard! I'm going to call him mexican even if he isn't -- I mean... Falcoon - BUSTED! Williams pushes himself up to his feet and turns around, looking at Godsmack who is pushing himself up to his feet on the outside. He looks at Jesse and he walks over towards Missy Janson. Kissens - This is a normal match. He's be DQ'ed! Godsmack pulls the chair out from Missy and he slides back into the ring. Godsmack puts the chair on the mat and yells something at Jesse that isn't heard. Williams smiles and charges at Godsmack. Falcoon - What is that all about? Kissens - Who knows. Burst - Who cares. Williams is able to avoid a knee by Godsmack and connect with a shoulder charge that pushes Godsmack back into the corner. Williams approaches and nails a knife edge chop across his chest followed by a right elbow to the head of Godsmack. He bends down, lifting Godsmack to a sitting position on the turnbuckle and follows up with a left elbow to the face of Godsmack. Williams climbs up, and immediately hooks Godsmack for a suplex, but Godsmack doesn't budge. Williams tries again, but instead Godsmack lifts Jesse and nails and inverted suplex facebuster in the ring. Godsmack scrambles to crawl towards Jesse, making the cover with both of his arms...1...2...kickout! Kissens - That was a close call. Burst - Williams almost blew his shot! Godsmack gets up and gets in the referees face. He backs him into the corner as the referee warns him to back up. Godsmack continues to verbally assault the official as Jesse pushes himself up to his feet. Williams sees the chair and picks it up, using it to push himself up to his feet. Falcoon - That chair may backfire on Godsmack. Williams rears back and he approaches Godsmack, who turns around as Jesse swings. Godsmack ducks and Williams nearly hit's the referee with the chair, but stops short. Falcoon - That was close! The referee grabs the chair, trying to pry it from Jesse, but Williams won't let go. Suddenly, from behind Godsmack hits a spear on Jesse's back. The chair hits the referee across the face, knocking him out, while Jesse rolls in pain onto his stomach. Kissens - Jesse may have just reinjured that back! The referee and Williams lay on the mat while Godsmack has stood up in the middle of the ring. Burst - Too bad the ref is out, or else Godsmack could -- Falcoon - HOLD ON A SECOND! Suddenly, from the crowd we see the familiar mask of Harbinger_Z. Kissens - Oh no! He slides into the ring behind Godsmack, and when Godsmack turns around he has no time to react to a lead pipe across the forehead. He falls to the mat as blood pours from his face. Falcoon - Ouch! Godsmack is down. Harbinger looks down at Godsmack, then over to Williams. He walks over, picking Jesse up. Burst - Is he helping Jesse? Suddenly, he brings the lead pipe down across the back of the head of Williams, sending him down to the mat. Harbinger gets down on the mat and puts his fingers on the fresh blood from Jesse's head. On the mat, he writes "You're mine" in Jesse's blood. He stands up, rolls Jesse over and drags the lifeless body of Godsmack onto Jesse. Suddenly, he retreats through the crowd, disappearing as quick as he came. Kissens - So, he shows up. Beats them both up, puts Godsmack on top for the win -- and why? Burst - Beats me. All three men in the ring are out cold, the referee, Godsmack and Jesse Williams. Falcoon - Oh this sucks. Kissens - We wait for the ref to wake up and give Godsmack the win. The fans begin to get restless as no one in the ring moves. Burst - Boooring! Suddenly, from the entrance ramp we see the World Champion Trent Steel walk out. Falcoon - What the hell is he doing here now? He runs down to the ring, sliding in and looking down at the bloody mess Harbinger made. Steel pulls out a microphone and he pushes Godsmack off of Williams. Trent Steel - Usually, I would just stay backstage, but right now, this is just too good. The fans cheer. Trent Steel - So, who do I want to face? Godsmack or Williams? The fans yell out their choices. Trent Steel - No, I have had it figured out the whole time. He drops the microphone and picks Jesse up. He slaps him across the face, while awakes Jesse who throws a wild right. Steel ducks and nails a backbody drop of Williams. Meanwhile, Godsmack is slowly pushing himself up, but gets kicked right back down by Steel. Trent drags Jesse on top of Godsmack now and he picks up the microphone again. Trent Steel - You can thank me at Clash of Champions, when I end your life Jesse. Steel exits the ring. Burst - God damnit. This is ridiculous! Again, Jesse and Godsmack are out while the referee just begins to start moving. He slowly crawls over to the two men, and begins to count...1...2...Godsmack rolls Jesse over and grabs him by his pants, hooking him up in a pin...1...2...Jesse rolls Godsmack over and hooks his leg...1...2...3! Falcoon - WHOA! Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Jesse Williams! Kissens - That ended so quickly! Steel looks happy on the ramp as the referee holds up Jesse's hand. Burst - I can't believe he squeeked out of that! Falcoon - So, it will still be Trent Steel versus Jesse Williams for the World Title at Clash of Champions. Burst - I better not retire with Jesse as Champion. Kissens - Why don't you look at the brightside? You took part in a great Addiction, even if it is your last. Burst - Yeah, I guess so. Falcoon - One last commercial and then it's time for the Main Event!
. . ANGEL . . DRACO . . . . SERAPH . . TRENT STEEL . . . . CHRIS GREEN . . RAY LOPES . . . . PLAGUE . . FIVE RINGS ONE GOAL KING OF THE MOUNTAIN
Kissens - Oh boy, I can feel the electricity. Falcoon - This is going to be one hell of a match! Burst - Let's just get through it already! Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the Night... The fans all rush back to their seats, looking intently at the ring. Kissens - Here's the moment we've been waiting for y'all! Missy Janson - It is scheduled for a one fall and it is a non-title match. Coming to the ring first, he is the OWF World Heavyweight Champion, here is 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. Missy Janson - And his opponent, making his return to the OWF...He is the longest reigning OWF Champion in history...Here is Angel! The soft, yet haunting piano melodies of The Coming Curse by Iced Earth calmly resonate from the speakers. As the sound fills the arena, a faint beam of golden light shines on the entrance. There are a few moments of silence as the piano continues, then the distorted guitars kick in and flames shoot up lining the ramp. Angel slowly walks out, observing his surroundings and not phased by the crowds reaction. He continues to the ring in this same manner, and only when he is in the middle of the ring for a few moments does the music stop, echoing throughout the arena. The fans are chanting both mens names as they stare at each other from across the ring. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The two men begin talking trash from across the ring, before slowly approaching one another. They meet in the center of the ring, where Steel pushes Angel. Falcoon - Steel is showing some courage. Angel knocks Steel down with a hard right that sends the fans up the walls. Burst - Misplaced courage. Angel follows up with a few quick punches that stun Steel momentarily, as he is pushed up against the ropes. Angel rears back and clotheslines Steel over the top rope to the outside. The fans are shaking the foundation of the building as Steel gets up to his feet and slams both hands on the mat from the outside. Kissens - The fans are loving Angel's return. Angel motions for Steel to get into the ring, and he slowly does so. Cautiously, he steps through the ropes and gets into the ring. The two men circle each other, again, before locking up -- with Steel gaining an advantage with a side headlock. Angel is able to reverse it and throw Steel off and chest first into the turnbuckle, he stumbles out and Angel grabs him in a reverse waist lock. Steel counters, and gets Angel in a reverse waist lock of his own. Angel is able to free himself as he hits snapmare take down on Steel. Steel hops right back up, only to be clotheslined right down. He gets up again, but Angel swings with another clothesline. Steel ducks it, and hops up, rolling Angel down into a crucifix pin combination...1...2..kickout! Falcoon - Steel almost had the win there! Burst - Almost. Both men get up to their feet and have a staredown. The fans cheer loudly for both of them, as neither backs down. Kissens - The fans are getting their money's worth tonight. Angel and Steel lock up again, with Angel getting the advantage. He takes Trent down with a leg sweep, and follows up immediately by dragging him up to his feet. He sets Steel up for a suplex, but as he tries to lift Trent, he swings out and nails a swinging neckbreaker on Angel. Angel is slightly stunned and Steel takes advantage by immediately grabbing Angel by his hair and lifting him up to his knees. Angel fires back with a right to the stomach, but Steel is able to counter with an elbow to the head. Suddenly, Angel stands up, kicks Steel in the gut and lifts him up for the suplex. He immediately brings him down with a huge brainbuster that really hurts Steel. Falcoon - Back and forth so far. Kissens - No way, Angel is in control. Burst - For now. A lot of match to go. Just then, Jesse Williams runs down from the back. He slides into the ring and hops up to his feet. Burst - Maybe not. Williams lines up Steel as he slowly gets to his feet, as Angel leans up against the ropes. Out of nowhere, Williams nails a huge superkick on Angel that sends him down to the outside of the ring. Williams turns and picks Steel up in an inverted suplex as the bell rings, ending the match. Falcoon - BASTARD! He nails Emerald Frosion from the inverted suplex on Steel in the middle of the ring as Missy walks into the ring. Missy Janson - The winner of this match, by Disqualification...Angel! The fans boo. Williams grabs the microphone from her. Williams - Steel, don't you dare stick your nose in business that doesn't involve you. I came out here tonight to deliver you a loss on a silver platter so you can get used to the feeling on Sunday when I tear you limb from fucking limb! Jesse smiles. Williams - See ya Sunday! Fade to the OWF Logo. |
