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- - -DARK MATCHES - - - CokeKid Defeated Big Baby VIA Pinfall We start the night with the cameras panning the parking lot. A large blue stretch limo pulls onto the scene, quickly the limo driver throws it in park and rushes out towards the backdoor, the door swings open before the driver can get to it and Prez DK steps out. The fans pop as he brushes off his long sleeve element shirt and grins into the camera. Falcoon - ITS MONDAY NIGHT AHOOOOOOOOO! DK made it to three of his own shows in a row! Isn't that a record .. or something? ------ We cut back two weeks ago from this day in the middle of the Chris Green/DK confrotation. Prez DK - Its my creation Green. I can do whatever I want whenever I want. If I want to reopen the OWF 50 times I will! Green - Then consider yourself taken to court. And consider the OWF shut down ONCE AGAIN. All of you pieces of shit out there? GO HOME. And if you want a refund? FUCK YOU. There will be no refund. Prez DK - You can't do that Chris. Green - I just did. Prez DK - No really I mean you can't. Green starts to walk out with a shit eating grin on his face when DK stops and taps him on the shoulder. Green - Don't fuckin touch me.. Prez DK - Then I challenge you Green. Green - What? You're a dirty fucking has been. Prez DK - You chicken shit. I never thought I'd see "The Great" Chris Green back down... I challenge you man. Green - To a game of thumb wrestling? HAHAHAHA. Prez DK - TO A WRESTLING MATCH YOU MORON. Green - You think I will fall for your scams? All these guys are on YOUR payroll. Prez DK - Alright then be a chicken shit. Green starts to walk off towards the top of the stage. Prez DK - Guess the OWF will always have one up on you Green. Your pathetic. You never have amounted to jack shit in this federation or any federation. Hall of Fame? Fuck that. Your NOTHING! Green starts to get pissed and turns around as the entire arena is chanting "pussy.. pussy.. pussy" Green - You want it? Prez DK - I want to kick your face in for the RIGHTS OF THE OWF!!! Green - Then it has to be ON MY TERMS!!! Prez DK - I just want to kick your ass from pillar to post. Green - CHRIS GREEN VS DIAMOND KID TOWER OF DEATH MATCH. I want to beat you at YOUR OWN GAME. Stips are as follows. If you win this match.... You get the rights of the OWF. Its all yours to do whatever you want. IF I WIN though... Green pauses with an almost sadistic laugh. Green - YOU SIR ARE FINISHED. FOREVER. No come backs. You are erased from the OWF. Also I CLOSE THE DOORS FOREVER. Too much is on the line for you to accept these terms. You lose all respect. I just don't think you have what it takes to accept this!!! Prez DK looks to the mat then begins to pace around. Prissy gives him the nod and he looks back at Green. Prez DK - I accept! Green - Right now until CLASH OF CHAMPIONS. The OWF is on a probation. I will let it be. But after CLASH ITS OVER.. DK you just made the biggest mistake of your life! Burst - And Chris Green.. This is strait from the mouth of Nick Burst... FUCK... YOU! Falcoon - Clash of Champions 6! Prez DK.. The Diamond Kid Vs Chris Green TOWER OF DEATH!? I still can't believe it! The FATE of the OWF.. Lies in one mans HANDS! ------ -- SHOW INTRO -- 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. -- LIVE HOUR 1-- Falcoon - Hello everyone and AHOOOOOO! "Ahoooo!" spreads like wild fire throughout the stands as the fans have their new quote picked. Falcoon - Welcome to OWF Monday Night Addiction! We are LIVE.. Not like other promotions that tape their events and play them 8 days later! Burst - And to prove it.. FUCK SHIT BITCH ASS Cu... (Censored!) Falcoon - That proves it.. We ARE LIVE! Except for that last word. Ok.. So theirs a 3 second dely, close ENOUGH! Burst - Hey I was given a list of words that we are not allowed to say on the OWF Network. Falcoon - Who gave you those? Burst - Some (Censored!) from the network. I hate that fuckin guy. Falcoon - Let me see that.. Burst hands the list over to Gordie, his eyes light up and he smiles. Falcoon - What's a (censored!)? Burst - One name... Jesse Williams! Falcoon - Ohh... Burst - And of course we can't drop the N bomb either. Falcoon - Respectable. I don't use that word anyway its a trashy disrespectful word. Burst - I do.. But I've been told I'm boarderline racist. Falcoon - Humm.. I havent noticed...? Burst - I wonder if I can say 'Africoon' on TV... Theres a long pause.... Falcoon - Yep.. Guess so! OWF reporter Ollie Williams is in the back and has caught up to DK on his way through the backstage area. Ollie is twitching nervously and his right eye appears to be blinking out of control. He sniffs real big and his eyes grow as he swallows. Ollie - Aye DK! Suddenly OWF lead reporter Garrett Greene steps into the scene. He cuts Ollie off by stepping directly in front of him then begins to speak. Greene - This is... OWF Reporter.. He fixes his hair in the reflection from the camera's lens. Greene - Garrett Green. And I'm here with the leader of this organization. He's The Diamond Kid and hes.. THE MAN! Theres silence for moments as Greene stares strangly at the camera with one eye half shut. Greene - Oh.. Uh... Prez DK how are you this evening. Prez DK - I'm doin great Garrett! I've got a hand few of huge announcements and even some matches to dish out this evening. Greene - How does it feel knowing that the entire FATE of the OWF is in your hands? Prez DK - It... Kinda always has been Garrett. Greene - Oh. Well.... Uh.. back to you Nick! Falcoon - What a moron.... Burst - HEY! You can't talk about DK like that! Falcoon - I was talkin about... ugh.. nevermind. That guy is the worst interviewer in the world. Burst - OR IS HE.... Burst raises his eyebrow to Falcoon and the two have a staredown. Falcoon snaps outta it and continues. Falcoon - Seesh... We cut backstage instantly as Greene and Prez DK are about to part ways. Suddenly Former WoW President Jackie Kissens steps into the picture. Jackie Kissens - Wait wait wait! Hang on a second. DK... I just want to say that what you did to me.. Unjustly demoting me down to an OWF reporter again was WRONG! Prez DK - Excuse me? Jackie Kissens - You can't intimidate me! I created excitement in the WoW! Prez DK - Alright Jackie.. You know what. Maybe your right. Maybe demoting you to a reporter was wrong.. Maybe I should appoint you a different position. Jackie Kissens - Damn right you should! Prez DK - Maybe.. Maybe a position with a little more power. Jackie Kissens - Yeah! Prez DK - Something thats more hands on then just being a lousy reporter... Jackie Kissens - I'm starting to like this... Prez DK - Something with ring action... Like.. I GOT IT! Jackie.. Todays your lucky day! Your OWF's newest.... The anticipation grows and Jackie bites her lip and closes her eyes... Prez DK - REFEREE! Falcoon - AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! Jackie Kissens - YES! wait.. WHAT! Her excitement turns to bitterness as Prez DK walks away with a smile and the cameras go back to the announce table. Falcoon - Referee Jackie Kissens! Got a nice ring to it! Burst - She can count me out anyday... Falcoon - (Your an idiot..) We have a great show for you tonight folks! We're taking a week off the road to glory which will continue at OWF Clash of Champions where the Semi-finals and finals will be fought in one night. Burst - (Well you like cock...) FOUR guys are gonna have to pull double duty. I love it! Its pure torture, first they beat their semi-finals opponent then have a four corners match! Falcoon - (You sleep with men.) ACCTUALLY its a Fatal Fourway Elimination Nick.. 4 Corners is first to be pinned. Burst - Shut your face! PA System - Callliii-fforrniiiaaa Lovvvveee.. The fans jump to their feet as Greg Jackson’s music hits! Greg doesn’t make them wait, appearing at the entranceway right away. He makes his way down to the ring, high-fiving the fans on his way. Falcoon - Here he comes! Jackson starts off Addiction again! AHOOOOOOO! Burst - Why? Why is he always the first one out here? Greg enters the ring and asks for a microphone, and he is promptly handed one. The audience is still cheering wildly. Greg Jackson - Casa Grande! I love you too! Burst - *cough* Cheap pop... The crowd cheers louder for the cheap pop. Greg Jackson - I'll try not to waste too much time tonight, cause I know you folks came to see some wrestling! I wanna say something about the Road to Glory tournament... more specifically, about how I'm winning this shit next week! Again, this earns a positive response from the crowd. Greg Jackson - It don't matter if it's Electric Guitar, Tim Slate, Shyne, or Daemon Hawk! Ain't nothin' stoppin' the BlackJACK! Well, there is this one group in the Road to Glory. You all know them as HELLS FIRE… Upon hearing this stable's name, the crowd starts booing profusely! Greg Jackson - Yeah I know. But you saw what I did to Plague last week! I heard he was so upset over it, that his make up started to run, if ya know what I mean! But much like his name, Hells Fire themselves are a sort of "Plague" on OWF! However... fear not my friends. Cause I know a guy that can run through 'em all! The fans begin chanting, "GREG! GREG! GREG!" He waits for them to quiet down a bit before continuing. Greg Jackson - And it starts tonight! Spaz, you're first! You go down, TONIGHT! Then at Clash of the Champions, ANGEL? YOUR TURN! After that, I have a special request... Tim Slate, I've got nothing against you, but Plague? Could you do me a favor and please... PLEASE! Please beat Tim Slate some way, some how, so that I can beat the living hell out of you myself in the final bracket for the OWF WORLD TITLE!!! All of sudden the demonic choir of Damien by Iced Earth kicks in over the loud speaker, and the crowd starts to boo as the member's of Hells Fire make their way to the ring. Jackson looks down to the ramp with a little smirk on his face... Angel - Now hold up here, you little fruity ass Chris Rock wannabe. What in God's name makes you feel that you even have half of the balls to stand up here and start running your fucken mouth? Do you have ANY idea what you’re getting yourself into Big Boy? Greg Jackson - Well, Hone-- Burst - Was he gonna say Honey? Falcoon - Think he was goin for the word "Honestly" Burst - Ohh... Its a good damn thing! Angel - Well, honestly I don't give a fuck. I don't give a fuck about what you have to say, or how you wanna say it, because alls I see standing in the ring right now is some little shit comedian with fruit loops in his hair. Take a look around Jackson, this is the wrong business for people like you, and if you can't realize that, well, then I guess we'll have to beat it into you. Plague - Hey Greg, shut up before you hurt yourself! I can see the smoke coming out of your ears from here. Everyone in this arena knows that Hells Fire is the greatest stable that has ever graced professional wrestling...Am I right? Crowd starts to boo, and within seconds an "asshole" chant starts... Angel, Plague and Spaz continue as they make their way inside the ring. Plague - Apparently the fans are stupid as well... Angel - Yea, yea, boo all you want you ignorant minded simpletons. Who gives a fuck what you have to say anyway? The more you boo, the more Hell's Fire is going to absolutely destroy this little black mexicana prancing around the ring right now. Plague - The real question here is, do you know how stupid you are to call out three of the best wrestlers that are in, not only OWF, but the entire sport it self? Did you really think that you could compete with us? We'll break you in ways that you really had no idea about! Angel - Let me tell you one thing Jackson, as much as you'd like to believe it, I have more talent in my left testicle than you contain in your entire pathetic excuse for a body, and I'm pretty sure that I can say the same for the rest of Hell's Fire...although...I've never actually seen their nuts...but I know Plague has some insane sperm action. Anyway, we didn't get HF to where it is by being the little pushovers that you claim us to be, and when this PPV comes around, I'm going to teach you personally, that when you Fuck with Hell's Fire, We Fuck You Harder! The fans boos are deafening! The three Hells Fire members stand proudly together as Greg paces back and forth, in what looks to be an unpleasant predicament for him! Greg Jackson - Wow… I was gonna make a joke about Hells Fire and something about how you guys love testicles… but I think you made the joke for me, didn’t ya Angel! Hells Fire starts moving in on Greg, we can assume for a beat down! Greg Jackson - Boy, I’m sure in trouble! About to get my ass kicked! Except, there is this one thing… Suddenly, we see Daemon Hawk and Glacier headed down the ramp. Greg Jackson - I got me some lumberjacks tonight! And this time, the numbers are in MY favor, BITCH! Just as Daemon Hawk and Glacier reach the ring, through the crowd on the opposite side of the ring we see both members of Koolstorm hop the barrier! On the two remaining sides of the ring, we see Joann Summers and Electric Guitar jump the barrier! And on the other side, Aphrodisia and Tim Slate! There’s eight wrestlers surrounding the ring, with Greg Jackson making it nine against Hells Fire’s three! Greg Jackson - I think you guys were just about to leave… The three Hells Fire members don’t look pleased, scowling at various lumberjacks as they make their way towards the ropes. The lumberjacks give them room to leave. Angel - This isn’t fuckin’ over! Greg Jackson - Good luck finding lumberjacks to support Spaz-o tonight! Hells Fire leaves the ring, much to their dismay, as “California Love” plays again to a loud ovation! Falcoon - Well this is interesting! Hells Fire is outnumbered for once! Burst - That doesn't matter.. Look at those other chumps. Hells Fire woulda killed em! Missy Janson - Good evening ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is a WoW Triple Threat match! It is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... Hysteria by Muse plays as Joann approaches the entrance way. Missy Janson - From Boston, MA... Joann Summers! The crowd cheers as she appears and runs down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope. She pulls off her bandana and throws it to the crowd, and waits for her opponents. Falcoon - Joann Summers had a very impressive debute last week here on Addiction as she defeated Kara. Burst - Thanks to Good ole fast countin Amanda Davis! Falcoon - But that what it may.. Joann walked away with the victory. The lights dim in the arena as a wind picks up through out the sound-system. The wind continues to blow as a piano starts up, heavy cords over-taking it shortly. Soon, the hard guitars and drums of Cradle of Filth’s “Her Ghost In The Fog” pick up. Smoke billows around the entrance, spotlights flickering wildly through-out the theatre before focusing in on the center of the stage, the fog thickening. Missy Janson - On her way to the ring at this time.. Aphrodisia Jordan! The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait Slowly, a silhouette begins to appear, still draped in the fog. The figure is slender and still, one hand on her hip, the other hanging loosely at her side. Dark liquored eyes: an Arabian
nightmare… The fog dissipates slowly as Aphrodisia Jordan steps forth through its thickness, drawing from a cigarette before flicking it down to the floor of the ramp, pacing towards the ring, in no rush to get there. Her body was clad in a pair of black jeans, held up by a studded belt. A black halter top covered her upper body, leaving the tattoos and scars that littered her arms, midriff, neck and chest exposed. Her facial piercings were absent, however. Falcoon - What do you think about her Nick? Burst - Not my cup of tea.. But you know what I always say... Falcoon - Whats that? Burst - Pussy your not hittin is pussy your not gettin! Falcoon - Oh wow... That wasn't censored either... Burst - Ahhhhaa! Putting reason to flight, or to death as
their way Aphrodisia moves into the ring and hovers in her corner, sapphire eyes forward and blank, jaw set and ready to brawl. Missy Janson - And finally.. She is the number one contender to the WoW title.. From Anchorage, Alaska... Eclipse! "Heroes" by Shinedown blares throughout the arena as the screen goes blank white. Slowly black oozes down the screen till all is black. Then the name Eclipse fades onto the black in blue lettering. Eclipse steps out onto entranceway and stops to whip her head from side to side, cracking her neck. Her dark blue eyes seem to light up as if she's trying to keep the crazed intensity within them at bay. Silently she walks down to the ring and climbs in. With her back turned towards her opponent she waits for the match to begin. Falcoon - This Eclipse is one impressive athlete to say the least. Burst - Lets just say what we are all thinkin right now... The bitch is scary. Falcoon - Alright yeah.. A little. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Eclipse goes straight for Aphrodisia and starts to punch her in the face. Aphrodisia is walked back to the ropes by Eclipse and Summers jumps on Eclipse from behind grabbing her by the hair and pulling her off of Aphrodisia. Eclipse turns around and attemps to swing at Summers, but Summers ducks and Eclipse is kicked in the back by Aphrodisia . Eclipse falls to the ground on her face and Summers charges for Aphrodisia. They lock up and Summers is backing into the corner. Summers slaps Aphrodisia in the face and then kicks her in the stomach. Eclipse is up and jumps on the back of Aphrodisia who is bent over and does a missle drop kick to the face of Summers who flies out of the ring and lands on the concrete. Eclipse grabs a handful of Aphrodisia’s hair and pulls her to the center of the ring and faceplant!!!… Summers is getting to her feet on the outside of the ring and climbs in slowly. Eclipse climbs the rope to attempt a splash on the laid out Aphrodisia but Summers knocks the rope and Eclipse falls off onto the mat. Summers goes for a pin on Aphrodisia but Eclipse drags her off by her foot. Eclipse starts in on the knee of Summers by kicking her. She then attemps a fourleaf clover hold on the knee of Summers. Aphrodisia is up by this time and kicks Eclipse in the head to break the hold. Eclipse sits in the corner figiting with the top turnbuckle. Summers quickly gets to her feet and is punched in the face repeadily by Aphrodisia. Summers gouges the eyes of Aphrodisia and the referee is reprimanding Summers. Eclipse hurridly grabs Aphrodisia by the face and bangs her head into the exposed metal on the top turnbuckle. The ref is still screaming at Summers who is pointing and trying to explain what is happening behind his back. Aphrodisia is stunning and wobbly walks a few feet away from the corner as blood is present on her face. Eclipse jumps onto the middle rope and springboards off into a body block onto Aphrodisia. The ref finally turns around to count the pin.. Burst - Its been quiet for a while... So much for play by play... Falcoon - What? I had to piss! 1... 2.. And save by Summers with a stomp to the back of the head of Eclipse. Eclipse holds the back of her head as she is pulled up by her arm and Summers delivers an arm bar. The ref asks Eclipse if she wants to quit and of course she replies no. Aphrodisia is up and is staring at Eclipse who is unsuspecting. Summers holds Eclipse while Aphrodisia kicks her in the stomach and then stomps on her foot. She grabs the head of Eclipse and delivers a jaw breaker. Summers then goes for the cover and Aphrodisia pulls her off by her foot. They start to scream at each other thinking that they were on the same page. Eclipse makes it to her feet and runs at both of them still arguing. She levels both of them with a close line. She grabs Aphrodisia up by her hair and then throws her into the corner. Eclipse does the bronco buster on Aphrodisia. Summers is getting wobbly to her feet. Eclipse grabs Aphrodisia up and throws her across the ring into Summers. Both women fall out of the ring through the middle rope. The ref starts in on the 10 count. Eclipse jumps out of the ring while the ref is counting out the other two women. 1..2 Eclipse grabs a metal chair out from under the ring. Aphrodisia is up to her feet and starts to climb into the ring. The ref is still counting out Summers who is just getting up. 4..5.. Eclipse throws the chair into the ring and Aphrodisia sees it. She smiles to Eclipse who is not paying attention.. 6.. Eclipse is now close to Summers who is trying to climb into the ring. The ref sees Eclipse and continues to count until Eclipse enters the ring. 7.. Aphrodisia is in shock with the chair in her hands, but likes the situation... Eclipse is trying to show the ref to get Aphrodisia DQed. Aphrodisia smiles then turns and nails Summers with a wicked chair shot! The referee hears the metal connect, but before Summers hits the mat the chair is alread slid out of the ring. 8.. Aphrodisia goes for the pin. Eclipse jumps onto the ring apron as Aphrodisia throws the chair out and the ref drops to make the count. 1..2..3.. Eclipse is in just as time runs out as her plan has backfired and Aphrodisia is declared the winner of the triple threat match. Missy Janson - Here is your winner.... Ahphrodisia Jordan! The cameras cut backstage. Alexis Cage has just arrived, the fans pop on the sight of her with her WoW title over her shoulder walking through the underground parking lot. Falcoon - Ahoooooo! The champion is here! Alexis has arrived! Burst - My future ex wife. Swear taaa gawwwd she is. She is talking on her cell phone when suddenly all of the lights above her in the lot go out. The scene is dark. You can hear her shriek. Alexis Cage - Alright Eclipse.. If this is how you wanna play then I can play cheap games. I have a hundred thousand FUCKING games. The lights comes back on and Alexis is hiding under a vechile. She looks around before crawling out and standing back up, she dusts off her jeans and sighs.. Suddenly from behind a man approaches her with a hard hat on. She jumps and screams again nearly blowing his ear drums out. Construction Worker - Sorry Mrs Cage, we where setting up a prop set and lost power. Alexis Cage - Don't you know not to sneak up on people like that! Seeshh. I'm sorry... I'm sorry. She says in a panic before grabbing her WoW title off the ground and walking away still startled. Falcoon - Paranoia is running rampid through Alexis Cage. Burst - Who can blame her? Shes got this massive beast like woman stalking her every move! Falcoon - What? I haven't seen Eclipse make one move towards Alexis since they fought two weeks ago. Burst - Oh she's there! She's playing mind games. Falcoon - What the fffffffuck are you talking about? She was leaving the ring as Alexis was freaking out just now! Burst - Amazing how creepy Eclipse is huh. Falcoon - Your an idiot.. Thats all I can say.. Your stupid. Burst - You smell like cobbler. We cut back to the executive office where Prez DK is just walking in. He is immediantly approached by Prez Storm who is excited as ever. Prez Storm - DK! DK listen! I just made a HUGE signing! Prez DK - Can I get a minute to take my coat off? Prez Storm - Sure Sure! He says still excited of his accomplishment. DK slides his coat off and instantly Storm chimes in Prez Storm - Alright! I SIGNED OVERDOSE! Prez DK grins a bit as he turns around and faces Storm and speaks from the side of his mouth. Prez DK - Really? Overdose? Prez Storm - Yeah! And all I had to do is promise him a Network title match at Clash of Champions! DK's smile instantly turns.. His face turns red and he pauses. Prez DK - YOU DID WHAT! Prez Storm - The network title.. I just thought.. And you wheren't around so I brought it back. Prez DK - What the hell is wrong with you? First of all... The wrestlers where sapouse to decide on the title! Secondly... I have a whole list of people that have worked their asses off for a title and you instantly give someone a shot? Prez Storm - Well yeah... Buts ITS OVERDOSE! Prez DK - So.. Who did you plan on him fighting? Prez Storm - Oh I promised Natedawg he could fight for it. Prez DK - YOU DID WHAT? Uhhh... You fuckin people... He says frusterated as he walks back towards the door. Meca Blight is stands in front of the door with a tube of paste smeared all over his mask as he tries to eat it from the paste stick. Prez DK pushes him out of the way and you hear a thud as he hits the ground and the cameras cut back to the commentary table. Falcoon - Well I guess the decision is final thanks to Prez Storm.. The Network Title is back! Burst - Overdose Vs Natedawg.. You can bet that will be a show opener! Falcoon - I happen to be a huge fan of both those wrestlers. Burst - Yeah you.. AND Toby Wilks.. Queer. 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. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring at this time.. From Smithtown New York.. Angel!! 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. Falcoon - I wonder where the rest of the lackies are? Burst - If my lackies you mean your mom's underwear. They're at my house! Falcoon - Thats.. Its not even funny. Nothing.. not even a chuckle! Burst - I'll tell you what's funny. Falcoon - Enlighten me. Burst - Your face is funny! Falcoon - Are you done? Burst - Yep. Missy Janson - And his opponent.. From Dallas Texas.. The Iron Fist... Tim Slate!! Unforiven by Metallica plays and the lights in the arena dim as blue and red spotlights race around the arena. Tim Slate steps out onto the stage and smoke swarms around him. He throws his right hand in the air and lighning bolt pyro shoots down infront of him. Slate walks to the ring with an evil sadistic grin on his face. Because of the mixed reactions from the crowd while walking to the ring Slate stops and talks trash to the fans and acts like he is going to backhand them. Slate steps up onto the ring apron walking slowly across it looking out into the crowd. He enters the ring by steping over the top rope. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Falcoon - It appears Jackie Kissens is gonna ref this one. Burst - For the first time.. Jackie doesn't look too happy about having to be face down on a mat! Zzzaaaaa! Falcoon - I love cheap humor on other peoples expenses Zzzaaaaaa! Kissens leans against the ropes as the bell sounds, her lack of care for her position shines through as she ignores the two competitors.. Angel runs at Slate, but Slate quickly gets his foot up and Angel takes a hard boot to the face. Slate makes a quick cover.. Kissens isn't paying attention to the men in the ring, insted she is smiling at a gentleman in the front row. Slate stands up and walks over to Kissens and grabs her by the hair, Angel slides in from behind and rolls Slate up in a small package pin.. Kissens is pulled down with them as Slate refuses to release the grip on her hair. Angel pulls out of the pin and delivers a quick leg drop across Slates throat. Kissens crawls over to the corner and stands up, attempting to fix her hair the entire time. Angel darts off the ropes and nails a running moonsault on his downed opponent. He pins... But Jackie Kissens is again not paying attention. Angel stands up frusterated... He walks over to Jackie in the corner and shakes his head as her. She appologises as Tim Slate runs in from behind and nails Angel in the back of the head with a hard clothesline. He points to Jackie and screams at her to pay attention. She simply shrugs him off. Slate picks up Angel then grabs him by the throat... Falcoon - I dunno what Jackie's problem is but come on! Burst - Its A.D.D. Falcoon - Or she could be just an obnoxious bitch. Burst - That too... Slate is about to chokeslam Angel, but Angel kicks him in the groin. Jackie laughs at the sight and Angel floors Slate with a Russian leg sweep.. He makes the cover. Jackie quickly drops to the mat.. 1.2.3! Falcoon - OH COME ON! That wasn't even a one count! Missy Janson - Here is your winner....ANGEL! Burst - I saw her hand hit the mat three times.. Thats all that matters! Falcoon - That match was a fluke! Burst - Your a fluke! Falcoon - Word is the OWF Tag Champions have arrived. Lets go backstage! Viktor Kool and Firestorm are walking backstage, wearing their OWF Tag Team Titles. Suddenly... SANGRISSSSIMOOOOOO!!!! The sound of a Mexican screaming makes the tag team freeze and look around. The cameras look up and see a small masked man falling through the sky armed with a chair! SPLAT! ...and miss the tag team by about a foot-and-a-half. THe two champions continue to look around, wondering what to do about this very crazy development. The luchador slowly comes to, and gets to his feet. He knocks himself in the head a couple of times to shake the stars away. Firestorm - Who the Hell are you? Luchador - WHAT?!? Are you kidding? You are looking at the former OWF Tag Team Champion AND the ONLY tag team to wear the coveted OWF HANDICAPPED TITLES! Firestorm - ...so...who the Hell are you? Tad O. Minor - I am Tad O. Minor! The Bleeder of Innovation! Personification Electrified! THe Dominator of Domination! AND I WILL GET RIGHT TO THE POINT! I want to challenge you for the OWF Tag Team Titles this Sunday! Firestorm - ...look, guy. These aren't Handicapped titles. Tad O. Minor - I KNOW! It will be you two clowns versus me... SMACK! Out of nowhere, a wrestling boot connects with the back of Viktor Kool's head. Firestorm turns to look back, and Minor leaps at him with a chair. Minor's leap falls short, and he hits the ground, but in the process of stopping his momentum, he trips Firestorm up, and Firestorm falls to the ground, hitting the back of his head on the concrete. Minor gets up and sees the tag team on the ground, dazed and confused. Tad O. Minor - and my partner... Just remember, if you think you are the best...YOU MUST BE N.U.T.S.! Burst - Its NUTS Gordie! NUTS! Falcoon - You'll use any excuse to say the word NUTS. Burst - No! NUTS! The greatest OWF Tag Team ever. They made The BMF look like a crypt of blood tag team! Falcoon - They wheren't that great, but yeah I'm familiar of them. Burst - NUTS! Falcoon - OK.. I got it... Burst - nuts... PA System - Kinda always knew I'd end up your ex-girlfriend Missy Janson - The following contest is a WoW match! It is scheduled for one fall.. Introducing first.. The cameras cut backstage. Burst - Oh this is just getting re god damned diculous.. What now? We cut to right in front of the stage behind the curtain.. Kara has Amanda Davis in an Iron Claw hold. Amanda is struggling to get free. Falcoon - This match hasnt even started and I think its almost over! Burst - The things I'd do to those two... Falcoon - Can you focus please? Kara refuses to break the hold, referee Crissy Kiven slides out of the ring and runs up the ramp. Amanda Davis finally passes out from the intense pain and Kara releases the hold just as Kiven arrives. Kara - You like that bitch? How about that for pay back! Kara pushes Kiven out of the way with all her might sending her tumbling through the curtain onto the stage. Kara grabs Amanda by the hair and drags her out on her back onto the stage. She leans down and picks Amanda up.. Falcoon - This can't be good! Burst - What do you mean? Amanda Davis is passed out in front of us.. How much better can it get? Burst says with a coyish creepy grin. Kara has Amanda on her shoulder in a firemans carry.. Falcoon - No no no no... Death Valley Driver on the steel stage! Theirs no give in that metal.. You dumb bitch you could kill someone doing that! Burst - Holy shit! Falcoon - I'm dead fucking serious! You could break someones god damn neck doing that. I know OWF is a place where creativity runs wild.. And they let the wrestlers do alot of crazy shit.. But come on! You can't let that bitch Kara get away with that. The sick crowd leaps to their feet seeing this and begin chanting "Holy Shit". Kara stands back up and poses with a sickening smile. She points to the crowd then looks down at Amanda Davis and spits right in her face. Burst - Call DR NICK! Falcoon - This isn't a good time for that Nick. Burst - Oh.. Casa Grande medics arrive quickly on the scene followed by WoW president Prissy who quickly informs Kara to leave. They secure Amanda's neck in a brace.. Prissy points over to a man who is sitting behind a switchboard. Prissy - Karl... Que my music! PA System - THE BITCH.. IS BACK! Prissy walks hastily to the ring, Evanescence blares and the fans are on their feet as she steps into the ring through the middle rope and a microphone is tossed to her. She paces a few times before holding the mic up to speak. Prissy - Hello Casagrande! I need to address the match that was scheduled just now that apparently isn’t going to happen now. I am rebooking this match for when Amanda is released and ready for it. Fans cheer at the announcement. Burst gets up from the announcers table and hands Prissy a piece of paper and she looks over it. Prissy raises her hand to calm the noise so she can continue. Prissy - I just received that Amanda Davis is being treated at the Casagrande Medical Hospital for minor injuries and a cracked rib. By this week she is going to be released. This means that I am taking the liberty to rebook this match along with another match that is now scheduled at the PPV. This Sunday we will see Amanda Davis against Kara! And Joann Summers versus Aphrodisia Jordan! The fans cheer, the noise is deafening. Prissy - But thats not all.. This will be the first round in the WoW road to glory! The winners of those matches will face each other at Clash of Champions to determine the WoW #1 contender! Again the fans like the decision, but the cheers and Prissy’s speech is cut short as the PA system sounds again to announce….. PA System - Emergency! Call 911! She's pissed off at everyone! Police rescue.. FBI.. She WANTS A RIOT! WANTS A RIOT! "Riot Girl" by Good Charlotte hits the PA system. Jackie Kissens steps out onto the stage with her referee shirt still on. "Your a WHORE!" is the chant that flows through the stands. She pulls the mic to her lips then speaks. Kissens - You know what? I'm barely know you... But I'm already tired of your mouth! You come out here and act like your big stuff because you took my job, Well Prissy.. GO TO HELL! YOUR NOTHING BUT A JOB STE.... Jackie Kissens is cut off by the WoW President Prissy. Prissy - Jackie.. you got replaced because.. well.. lets just say.. No one likes soggy french fries. You couldn't hack the responsibilities you were given and you sure as hell cant be a referee. You suck at everything you do. Burst - Trust me! I know! Falcoon - No you don't.. But DK does! Burst - Zzzzaaaaa! Prissy - You want to be mad.. BE MAD.. but you can NEVER be me.. Kissens - Oh shut up! How'd you get your position? I mean besides (censored!) Burst - WOAH! You can't say (Censored!) on the OWF network! Falcoon - Yeah! (Censored!!) Is number 3 on the list! Prissy - Lets just say you aren't Dk's favorite bitch anymore.. Falcoon - You can definitly say bitch. Burst - Yup.. Bitch bitch bitch. Kissens - You know what.. Thats fine because your job won't last. I'm taking a personal interest in your life Prissy... Be careful what you do.. I'll be watching! Kissens starts to advance to the ring in rage as security grabs her and takes her backstage. Prissy stands there just staring with that devious smile she is so known for and watches... PA System - The Bitch.. is Back! Prissy's music hits and she leaves the ring. Burst - Thats kinda hot... Falcoon - What is? Burst - Jackie's gonna be a peeping jane. Missy Janson - The following contest is a Triple Threat match! It is scheduled for one fall and will be for the OWF Cruiserweight title! PA System - He who makes a beast out of himself Gets rid of the pain of being a man "Bat Country" by Avenged Sevenfold plays on the PA system. When the guitars thunder through the arena, red liquid burts from the sides of the entryway, showering the entrance ramp and fans in the first few rows with what appears to be blood. Missy Janson - Introducing FIRST... From Iguala Mexico... Sangre! Sangre walks out on the entrance ramp and the crowd cheers. The cameras cut to Sangre signs, as well as a couple of crowd members who were hit by the blood splatter. The cameras cut back to Sangre as he walks intensely towards the ring. As he nears the ring, he picks up a jog, then slides in under the bottom rope, quickly jumping up to his feet in preparation for the upcoming contest. Falcoon - This past week in an OWF house show Sangre was defeated in a very exciting match that pushed to the limit, but in the end Plague walked out Cruiserweight champion. Brust - I keep telling you Gordie.. These Hells Fire guys is where its at. Its a god damn shame that the other promotion couldn't see and respect that. Falcoon - I hate to agree with you on ANYTHING, but Nick... That other promotion, its just Absolutly Shitty Wrestling and for someone who was brought up in a league like this... You'd think HE would respect the talent he HAD. Burst - Their loss is our gain and our doors remain open to anyone that has the balls to stand up to a 'demon warrior' and his bitch of a girlfriend! Falcoon - Easy now. Burst - You know.. It just fuckin makes me sick. The lights begin to dim as "Princes of the Universe" by Queen begins to play over the PA. A thick smokescreen eminates in front of the curtain at the top of the ramp. Missy Janson - Introducing next.. From Mexico City, Mexico... Dios! El Luchador Dios emerges from the wall of smoke and raises his arms to the boos of the crowd. After a few obscene hand-gestures, Dios begins to walk down the ramp. He stops midway down the ramp and rips up a small boy's poster and laughs wickedly. This triggers another wave of boos from the audience. Dios slides into the ring and hops on one of the turn buckles. He raises his arms before flipping off the crowd. He then backflips off the turnbuckle and prepares for his match. Burst - Whats with all the damn Mexicans around here? Falcoon - I love watching the luchadors, its excitement ahooo! Burst - These guys should talk to Jesse Williams and learn the back stroke then swim their asses back across the Rio. The arena goes black, you hear a faint scream echo throughout the crowd. Missy Janson - And finally... He is the OWF Cruiserweight Champion! From Toronto Ontario Canada.... Plague! A spotlight appears on the back of Plague. He turns around and holds his right hand in the air. His guitar is slung in front of him. He slides his pick up the string making a loud screech. The Hell's Fire logo is seen on the Titantron interchanging with the Sadistic Souls logo. "Down With The Sickness" is heard through the PA. Strobe lights go off, making Plague's way down to the ring in slow motion. He slides into the ring and throws his hand up in the air and the pyros go off in from the ring posts. He walks over to his corner and stands up and raises his guitar in the air. He sits cross legged on the turnbuckle and waits for the match to begin. Falcoon - Wanna talk about Mexicans... How about those stupid freeloading Canadians! Burst - ...... Falcoon - What? CANADA SUCKS! Burst - Wow.. Thats gonna turn some heads. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) As fast as the bell rings we see Dios dart from one end of the ring to the other delivering a spinning wheel kick to Sangre! Dios leaps back to his feet only to deliver a second spinning wheel kick this one to the approaching Plague. Sangre is back up and shoots himself off the ropes he leaps in the air and catches Dios by the head and delivers a monsterous DDT! Sangre goes for a quick cover.. 1.. Plague breaks it up before the 2 count by drop kicking Sangre in the face. Sangre adjusts his mask as Plague delivers a standing moonsault to Dios then pins him.. 1... Sangre returns Plague's dropkick with one of his own, kicking Plague in the ribs and causing him to roll off Dios. Falcoon - I just looked away for a second.. Turned back and everyone is on the ground.. These guys are so damn fast Sangre shoots himself off the far side ropes again, Dios gets to his feet and delivers a drop toe hold to Sangre. Sangre falls against the ropes face first and is in perfect position for a 619 type move. Dios points to the crowd then shoots himself off the opposite side ropes, Plague catches Dios on his way back and nails him with a flying cross body block! He cradles into a pin.. 1...2. Dios kicks out. Plague stands up and Sangre rushes in from behind.. Bulldog on Plague! Dios leaps back up and throws himself into the ropes, he does a running flip then backwards moonsaults himself onto Plague's back! Dios is automatically back on his feet, he ducks a clothesline attempt from Sangre, Sangre turns back around and catchs a running enzigri kick from Dios! Dios scurries into a cover.. 1...2... Plague breaks it up by pulling Dios by the trunks off from Sangre. Plague quickly drops an elbow to the back of Dios's neck, Dios lays on the mat holding the back of his neck while Plague climbs the turnbuckle.. He waits for movement, Sangre stands up first.. Plague leaps off the top rope! Sangre appears to have caught Plague, but Plague quickly hooks Sangres head and spins him.. Spinning Tornado DDT on Sangre! Plague quickly goes right back to the top turnbuckle. Burst - And this is why I love Hells Fire! These guys are just amazing! Falcoon - Hes risking it all right here.. He should have went for the pin! Plague looks down at Dios below him.. He attempts the Epidemic Drop... Dios moves! Plague lands elbow first on the mat. Dios rolls out of the ring and gives himself a movement to regain his thoughts. Sangre seizes the oppertunity and leaps over the top rope with a corkscrew moonsault on Dios! Both men hit the ground outside hard. Plague stands up in the ring.. He looks over at the two outside then nods before launching himself over the top rope in a suicide dive right on top of both competitors! Falcoon - This isn't normal wrestling! This is the OWF brand! Burst - I still hate Mexicans... Sangre is the first to his feet, he slides back into the ring to break the 10 count. Dios and Plague begin kicking each other on the outside. Plague kicks Dios right in the face, Dios tries to adjust his mask as Plague climbs back into the ring. Sangre greets him with a boot to the side, Sangre lifts him up and tosses him into the turnbuckle.. Sangre climbs up to the middle ropes and mounts Plague. Dios slides back into the ring. Sangre digs his boots into Plagues mid section then grabs Plague head, yanking him backwards and sending him flying across the ring, Dios dodges him then kicks Sangre in the gut... Dios Driver! Dios with the quick pin.. 1...2...3! Plague breaks it up just as the 3 count ends the match. Burst - OH COME ON! He.. I... WHAT THE FUCK... Come on! Falcoon - We have a new cruiserweight champion! Missy Janson - Here is your winner and NEW OWF Cruiserweight champion... Dios! -- LIVE HOUR 2 -- Falcoon - We are halfway through the night! Burst - Thank god.. I'mmmmm DRRRRUNK! PA System - Are you ugly? A Liar like me? A loser? A lost soul? Someone you don't know.. Money its no cure. A sickness sooo pure. Are you like me? Are you ugly? WE ARE DIRT! WE ARE ALONE! YOU KNOW WE'RE FAR FROM SOBER! WE ARE FAKE.. WE ARE AFRAID. You know it's far from over... Look closer... Are you like me? Falcoon - And here comes the man that holds our futures in his palm. Burst - No worries.. I saw Toby Wilks choke out Green once. Hes a nobody! Falcoon - Wasn't that extremly rigged? Burst - NO! It was real.. I was there! Falcoon - Pretty sure it was one of those "Do it and I'll break your contract.. If you don't I'll sue you" kinda situations. Burst - It was on TV.. It had to be real! Falcoon - Good point! Prez DK steps out from behind the curtain. The fans pop as he smiles and stops to take it all in. He stands on the stage for several seconds just breathing in the atomsphere and looking out over the crowd. Finally he walks himself down to the ring where a table is set up in the middle with a clipboard in the center. He slides under the bottom rope then stands up and begins to speak. Prez DK - At the risk of sounds extremly cheap and playing to the crowd... Whats up Casagrande!? He uses the cheesy "mic foley" pop and the crowd buys in. Prez DK - Alright, I told you guys I had some news to bring you.. Buts its unfortunate that I've got some bad news as well... You see, when I give up a main event spot on one of my shows I expect to see those involved active and just... FUCKING READY TO ROLL! I must say, that disppointment has just run ragged through my veins. You see... He stops for a moment to gather his thoughts. Prez DK - Well.. Hang on a second.. I have to tell you people something... I gave up a main event spot.. On the last event before Clash of Champions.. (OWF's premier pay per view!) To two men.. One of which I saw ONCE this week.. At least HE decided to show up tonight... The other... He decided not to show up at all tonight! His Carrington Fever must have him bed ridden! Thats not really a "Shocker" is it? I'll tell ya what, I've got an entire list full of people that are HUNGRY and ready for a main event spot, insted I waste it on trash like Silkk who doesn't even call me up to let me know hes not going to make it tonight? Well Silkk.. If you wanna FUCK the fans that made you what you are today then my doors are closed to you. You can see the anger and disappointment on DK's face as the fans are deadly quiet. Prez DK - As for Shyne, you get the win tonight... But your not going to be competing! These fans came to see the new breed that WANTS to be here. The Main event for tonight will be a Greg Jackson Vs Spaz in a lumber jack match. Two guys with the hunger to please these fans! Now onto other issues.. This Sunday marks the next Clash of Champions in which the OWF champion will be determined as the road to glory comes to an end in a fatal fourway elimination match. But I have another announcement to make about the clash... Next Sunday, a good friend of mine and an OWF legend will have his official retirement ceremony in this very ring. I'm sad to see this man go, but he says its his time to leave.. Who will it be? Well.. Of course I'm not going to tell you! You'll have to watch to find out! "BMF" is the chant that flows through the crowd as the auidence is way ahead of him. Prez DK - One final thing... Thrown away by VAST hits as the fans explode into thunderous boos… The music stops after a few short seconds... Prez DK - Oh come on Green I don't have all night, this is a two hour show! His music hits again and finally after almost a minute of the music playing GREEN COMES OUT… the restless fans showing even more anger by chanting “shit head shit head” over and over again…Green slowly walks down to the ring where 2 chairs are set up and a table. The 2 pens and contract sitting there. Prez DK - You always have to make the grand entrance like you mean anything in this business. Green rolls into the ring picks up a mic off the table… Green - Can’t people just be patient for god sake!? I was on an important phone call… Prez DK - Whatever, ready to sign up? Tower of death match folks. I had to get lawyers involved to get the rights to do a match of this nature.. It wasn’t easy. Green - Well it had to be done this way. I want the fans to watch the last minutes of the OWF watching the man who created it GET put out ONCE AND FOR ALL! Prez DK - Oh god here we go again. I am waiting for the bitch session Green… Lay it on real thick… Green - Well it all started when… Prez DK - EAT SHIT!! The fans laugh as Green huffs and puffs around the ring getting upset… Prez DK - People are sick of the same old story. Green - Well these people deserve to KNOW THE TRUTH, but that’s for another occasion. Here we are. The contract sitting in front of me, but here is another stipulation that must be added. Not just ANYONE should be officiating a match of this nature. I mean an OWF referee will simply count a fast three on me to SAVE THEIR JOB. DK nods wondering what Green has in store here… Green - SO I want to name a referee who will call it RIGHT DOWN THE MIDDLE!!! So in my pocket here Green pulls a piece of paper out Green - This here is an addendum to the contract. This addendum states tonight I will name the guest referee…. Prez DK - Wait a second wait a second.. Come on here... Why you???!!! What gives you the power to do this? Honestly who the fuck are you anyway? Green - Simple. I am the CURRENT OWNER OF THE OWF. Call me CEO. Call me whatever. I run shit here. DK I could fire your ass right now if I wanted. Prez DK - I fucking dare you. Do you have the balls to do that?? Green - I rather see this through. I want to BEAT YOU in THE FEDERATION you created. I want to be known as the man who shut the doors for good. NO sudden re openings a week or amonth or a year later. But back to what I was saying. As official OWNER of this establishment I make the rules. So I will name the referee. Chris Green vs Diamond Kid Tower of Death match. Special guest referee… would you please COME OUT!!! Falcoon - Well I wonder what Green's got up his sleeve this time. The curtain shifts and pulls apart. The fans are amazed by the man they see.. Burst - THATS FUCKIN BELCHER! Falcoon - Former UHW Owner Belcher has just walked through our curtain. Burst - HOW DARE HE! How FUCKING dare Belcher have the balls to show up on OUR show with a piece of CRAP like Chris Green. Falcoon - Well he did and I for one.... Feel sick. Green - This man here will call it right down the middle. No bullshit. No prejudice in anyway or fashion. It will a fair game. Belcher makes his way down to ringside with her arms crossed stareing into the ring. Prez DK - Fine Green. Fine… I will sign it. I'll be a man about it.. Green takes the contract reads it over… looks at DK then goes back… he starts to walk around the ring… Green - I didn’t agree to this stipulation here… mmmhhmmmm… I don’t like it. Prez DK - What the fuck now…Next your gonna say you want it to be a handicap match. Shit man. I have given you the type of match you want, the referee, the OWF being at stake. I have thrown it all on the table. SIGN IT or are you a scared little pussy?? Green gets real upset and goes ahead and signs it… he also signs the addendum and puts it back on the table.. DK reaches over grabs it and signs… Green smirks at him as belcher shakes Green’s hand and walks out… Prez DK - I bet these fans here would love to see me kick your ass RIGHT NOW!!... Green - Fuck that. They don’t deserve to see anything. Prez DK - NOT YOU! DK says looking up from his contract he holds and is about to sign.... The hearts of many stop as theirs silence in the arena... Prez DK - YOU! He screams on the mic turning to face Belcher who is walking up the ramp. Prez DK - Yeah you heard me... BELCHER! Belcher slowly turns around and faces DK then points to himself letting the words "ME" escape his lips. DK grins and nods as Belcher shrugs his shoulders and screams "See you at the Clash DiK!" Prez DK - Walk away Belcher.. Walk away.. Smartest choice of your... DK is about to finish his statement and turns around mid sentence, just then GREEN RUNS IN AND CLOTHESLINES HIM FROM BEHIND RIGHT INTO THE TABLE!!!!DK looks to have busted open his nose… Green grabs DK's head and slams it over and over again into the table as the fans boo louder and start to chant "dk dk dk" Burst - Where the hell are the loyal OWFites? This is bull shit! Green now FALL FRROM GRACE THROUGH THE TABLE!!!! DK is out in the wreckage.. Green holds the contract up high in the air to loud boos. Green - THATS ALL YOUR GETTING FROM ME TONIGHT! When people PAY for the right to see me come Clash of the Champions that’s when they will see the best WORLD CHAMPION ever to grace the ring do his thing, but until then. FUCK YOU AND FUCK THE FANS Green throws his mic to the mat as Thrown away by vast hits as Green exits the ring and heads up the ramp. Falcoon - Uncalled for. Burst - What a pile of crap! DK begins to stir in the ring, then finally manages to pull himself up using the ropes. He holds the side of his head before dropping back to the mat and sliding out of the ring. Falcoon - Green has his pay back coming to him at the Clash this Sunday. Burst - Hopefully we never have to see his ugly face again. Falcoon - No doubt it will be a true classic but theirs no way DK will let us down! The guitar intro for "Fucking Determined" starts and as the song builds up the crowd rise to their feet cheering as the place comes alive. There is only one man on the planet that could whip a crowd into such a frenzy. PA System - GO! SO FUCKING DETERMINED! Missy Janson - The following contest is a tag team match! It is scheduled for one fall and for the OWF Tag Team Titles! Coming to the ring at this time... Jake Turbulence! Jake Turbulence appears at the top of the ramp as camera bulbs flash and people chant "TURBULENCE, TURBULENCE!!". Jake smiles and soaks up the atmosphere for a second, gazing around. He then strides cockily towards the ring, a beaming smile across his face. He slides under the rops and gets to his feet. As he raises his hands in the air the crowd gets even louder. He runs off the ropes a couple of times and squats down in one of the corners, sitting there looking cocky as he waits for his partner. Missy Janson - His tag team partner.... The arena is plunged into darkness. The crowd goes to a silence as the big screen flickers to life. It shows nothing, but static. Over the PA notes are hear being played on a piano. A guitar soon is heard in the background. The piano is cut off abruptly and replaced by a screaming voice. PA System - Breakdown! Missy Janson - From Whitesboro New York.. Draco! The lights flare up as the scream ends. The music getting heavier and faster. The screen shows images of Draco in various matches. Some him flying through the air crashing on an opponent. Another him hitting a high impact move. Another shows him holding a title above his head covered in his own blood from head to toe. Let the fun and games begin The lights start to flicker as one final image stays on the screen. Draco standing there with no shirt on. His ice blue eyes look forward with no emotion in them. His thin white scars start to bleed as he runs a hand across his chest. The camera zooms in to see the scars. ‘NO HOPE’. The image holds as Draco walks out onto the ramp. He stands there rubbing his taped wrists. Heaven is on the way Draco enters the ring with the blank expression on his face as he leans on the ropes slightly waiting for his opponents. Falcoon - This is somewhat of an unusal team. Orders of Prez Storm. "On Fire" By Switchfoot blasts through the speakers as Viktor Kool and Firestorm appear at the top of the entrance ramp. Missy Janson - And their opponents! They are the OWF Tag Team Champions! The team of Viktor Kool and Firestorm... KOOLSTORM! They are both wearing full length black jackets with their names on the back. Viktor holds up his hands to the audience on the left side as Firestorm flexes for the fans on the right before they cross over and run down the ramp, sliding into the ring. Viktor Kool runs over to the far right side of the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, raising his arms to the crowd as Firestorm grabs a mic from the ring announcer. Firestorm - Sit right back, make some noise, Hear the sound you make for us boyz! He throws the mic to Viktor who is still on the turnbuckle, and then Firestorm walks over to the ropes and jumps up, scanning the audience with a serious look on his face. Viktor holds the mic to his face. Viktor Kool - Got no reason to cuss, you ain't got nothin' on us! Ain't nowhere to go so watch as we rock this show! He throws the mic to the outside and jumps down of the turnbuckle, meeting Firestorm in the middle as they both slap a hand shake before retreating to their corner and waiting for the opening bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Firestorm and Jake Turbulence start things off as Draco slouches lazily in his corner. The bell sounds and the two competitors circle each other. Firestorm grows eager and runs in with a clothesline attempt, Jake easily ducks it and counters by kicking the back of Firestorm's knee sending him to the mat. Firestorm holds his knee as Jake grabs his head and lifts him up quickly in a firemans carry. He walks to the middle of the ring and motions for a spinbuster. He goes for an early pin on Firestorm but barely gets a 1 count as Firestorm lifts the shoulder. Draco shifts his weight as he is waiting for his tag from Jake who seems to be debating whether he should or not. Jake turns his back on his partner and grabs Firestorm in a rear choke hold, the ref quickly checks the hold to make sure its legal. Viktor Kool is on the ring aprion stomping his feet, encouraging his partner to break free of the hold. Firestorm grabs Jake by the wrist and has the hold nearly broken when Jake lashes out and smacks Firestorm in the ears with both elbows then releases the hold. Firestorm hits the mat holding his ears in pain. Jake gets on his feet and kicks him in the side then looks back to Draco who is still waiting for his tag. Jake ignores him then turns back to Firestorm who has crawled his way over to his corner. Firestorm leaps on all fours towards the corner as if his last energy has burnt out in the attempt. Viktor comes in and lights up on Jake. He is throwing punches so quickly that Jake doesnt'have time to see which hand is hitting him. Draco doesn't look amused at all, he paces the ring apron while Viktor sends Jake to Koolstorms corner with a series of knife chops to the chest. Viktor stops for a moment and takes the chance to appeal to the crowd by throwing his arms in the air. The cheer him on, but Jake seizes the oppertunity and sticks a thumb in Viktors eye. Firestorm reaches over the ropes and punches Jake in the side of the head, Jake turns to Firestorm and Viktor takes advantage of the situation by planting Jake with a neckbreaker! Viktor pins.. 1...2.. Jake manages to get his foot on the ropes. the ref makes Viktor break the cover and while the ref's back is turned Draco runs in the ring and is apparently unaware that the count has been broken, he kicks at Kool, but misses and nails Jake in the face with a boot! Falcoon - Uh oh.. Draco just kicked Jake in the face. Burst - I'd kick his ass! Falcoon - I'm sure it was an accident. Jake looks up at Draco then pulls himself up. He shoves Draco as KoolStorm both stand back and watch. Draco keeps his cool and just shakes his head and is about to step out of the ring. Jake grabs him by the arm.. Draco turns around sharply and stares at Jake, then removes Jake's hand from his arm.. Falcoon - Jake is just starting problems now. Burst - He got kicked in the face! I'd start problems too. Jake grabs Draco by the shoulder this time.. Draco turns and nails Jake with a right hand! Falcoon - They'll never win the tag titles fighting each other! Kool shrugs and leans in the corner and watches. Draco scoops up Jake in a firemans carry... Falcoon - INNER RAGE! Draco just hit his own partner with a signature move! Burst - Well hell.. Jake desurved it! He threw the first punch. The fans acctually cheer for Draco for his actions. Firestorm tells Kool to make the cover. Draco slides out of the ring as Kool covers.. 1...2...3! Missy Janson - Here are your winners and STILL OWF Tag Team Champions... KoolStorm! In a storage room in the back of the arena there are old, dusty objects from all different kinds of sports. There's even old vending carts. The room is barely illuminated casting heavy shadows throughout it. Over in a corner, sitting on some old gym mats, is Eclipse. Her hair is matted from her match earlier in the evening. Her head is in her hands. Tears run down from her face, over her wrists. A noise is heard over by the entrance...a slight shuffling. The noise gets closer and closer, and eventually we can hear someone muttering under their breath in a dark tone. A shadow of the figure appears on the floor...it gets smaller and smaller as the figure moves closer to the corner Eclipse is sitting in. She is unaware of the presence in the room, and as it finally approaches, the light reflects off its blonder hair, and Angel's face is revealed. He is equally unaware of Eclipse as she weeps in the darkness. As he makes his way to the brick wall in the back of the room, he walks right past the gym mats and the old vending machines, and it is not until Eclipse lets out a little whimper that Angel spins around and peers into the darkness, whispering a word, his voice sounding like a stranger even to him... Angel - Hello? She looks up, startled by his voice. She wipes her eyes quickly, before taking a moment to collect herself a bit. Her voice is only slightly shakey as she responds to his call. Eclipse - What?... Angel takes a few steps back the way he came, and searches around in the darkness, unable to find the source of the voice... Angel - I said Who's there? Show yourself God Damnit! She shakes her head and sighs. So much for being alone with her problems. Her tone is harsh as she speaks. Eclipse - Turn around dipshit....It's Eclipse. What do you want? Angel looks into the darkness once more, then a look of relief comes over his face as he finally realizes where the voice is coming from... Angel - Well...what the fuck are you doing here? She shrugs and remains sitting. It's not like she wants to just spill her guts to this stranger. She gives a vague answer instead. Eclipse - Just getting away from everything. Angel senses no hostility in her voice anymore, and so he lightens up with his own. He takes a few steps closer and realizes that she is weeping... Angel - Hey...you alright? Sighing again she looks away from him. Her jaw sets slightly. Eclipse - Yeah...I'm fine. We can see Angel's puzzled face in the faint light, and he takes yet a few more steps closer to the gym mats, feeling more and more like he should be here for a reason... Angel - Well, you coulda fooled me. I saw your match tonight...you did a great job. Her face sours at his mention of her match. She's in a vulnerable state. She's not used to being vulnerable in front of another person. Still, she doesn't want to go into it or snap at him. Though it's obvious she's somewhat wary of him. She hasn't had a lot of human interaction afterall. Eclipse - It sounds like you mean well with that comment, but my match is the last thing I wanna talk about. She pauses for a moment before speaking again. Eclipse - It's kinda why I'm back here getting space. Finally, Angel gives in, and he sits down on the gym mats, looking straight ahead...and not sitting to close... Angel - Yea...I wanted to get catch a breather too, just kind of get away from it all...I was shocked to find anyone else back here. She laughs slightly to herself for a moment. Eclipse - I didn't expect anyone to come back here. So you're not alone in that. Angel stares into the darkness...unsure where to go from here. He gets a vibe from Eclipse that he has never experienced from any other person... Angel - Now that I think about it...I'm kinda glad I met you back here. It sure as hell beats dwelling in the dark by myself. She turns her head to look at him with a strange expression. His words reminding her of the dimension she came from. Her voice sounds somewhat distant. Eclipse - I know what you mean. Angel searches for words...the emptiness in her voice is driving him crazy. He can't stand seeing a person just like him... Angel - Listen...don't be so hard on yourself. You did good tonight...you did what you had to do, and that's the end of it. She rubs the bridge of her nose for a second and turns her head away from him. Eclipse - Maybe so, but it stretches so far beyond that. Getting agitated she stands. Eclipse - Doing what I have to do isn't helping things. It's making them worse. Look, I've gotta go. Maybe we'll talk again. With that she walks off and out the door. Burst - Someone warn Angel! Falcoon - Whatta you mean? Burst - Thats a crazy bitch! Falcoon - They desurve each other... In the backstage area, we see many wrestlers seated in a meeting room. About everyone is in there, but you still see some people filing in. Outside the meeting door, we see a smaller, skinny man, shouting to anyone not in the meeting room. Skinny Guy - EVERYONE! An emergency meeting is being held! Attendance for ALL wrestlers is MANDATORY! I repeat! All wrestlers must attend! Off camera, we hear an unidentified voice speak up. Voice - Some of us are supposed to be lumberjacks right now in the Greg Jackson versus Spaz match! Skinny Guy - That match has been DELAYED! I assure you, Greg and Spaz are on their way down here! Their match will resume after this meeting ends! Ok? Good The skinny man keeps yelling as a few more people enter the room. Greg and Spaz are still not there. Also missing, are Angel and Plague… We go back to ringside. PA System - Cali….fornia ……Looooooove! The fans cheer as Greg Jackson comes back out for his match! He comes out and raises both fists as he makes his way down to the ring. Falcoon - Now wait a minute! I thought this match was being delayed! Burst - I thought so too, but it looks like it’s not. Missy Janson - The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is tonight’s MAIN EVENT! It is also a lumberjack match! On his way to the ring at this time.. Greg Jackson! Greg slides into the ring and tests the ropes a couple times as he awaits his opponent. Just then, “The hand that feeds” by NIN starts booming over the speakers, causing the fans to jeer loudly! Spaz makes his way out to the ramp, with his Hells Fire friends. Exile, also known as Angel and Plague stare Greg down the entire way as Spaz climbs up the ring steps. A confused look comes over Greg’s face as he starts looking around the arena… likely searching for his lumberjacks. Falcoon - Wait a minute! Where’s Greg’s lumberjacks? Burst - Didn't you see? They’re at that emergency meeting! Falcoon - Well why aren't Greg Jackson and Hells Fire at the meeting?! Burst - I’m not sure, but that sure doesn’t bode well for Greg Jackson! Spaz is now in the ring as his music stops. Then, unexpectedly, both Plague and Angel slide into the ring! Falcoon - Now hold up a second, this is supposed to be a lumberjack match! Those guys can do whatever they want to Greg as long as it happens outside the ring! Burst - I don’t think they care! Referee Jacob Daniels tries to get Hells Fire to leave but Angel simply knees the ref in the gut and tosses him over the top rope! Burst - He just tossed the ref! Falcoon - This isn’t even a match then! Hells Fire backs Greg Jackson into a corner, and without warning, Greg tries to fend them off to a thunderous ovation! He’s momentarily successful, kicking and punching away at the three Hells Fire members so they don’t get in too close on him. He can’t keep it up, however, as Angel hits another knee to the gut, this time on Greg Jackson. All three members swarm him, throwing punches wildly into the corner until Greg collapses! Falcoon - This is hardly fair! Burst - No, BUT IT IS... FAIR! Falcoon - What? That.. Doesnt make sense at all! Angel and Plague pick Greg up as Spaz climbs up to the top rope. Angel and Plague hit a tandem double suplex on Greg, planting him in the center of the ring! Spaz wastes no time, diving off with a corkscrew swanton bomb, nailing Greg in the chest! Burst - THERE’S THE SPAZISM!!! It’s over! Make the count ref! Falcoon - There is no ref, remember? Burst - Oh yeah… At this point, with Greg virtually defenseless, Plague walks over to Greg’s feet. He picks up his legs and applies a sharpshooter! Burst - Now the DEATHLOCK!!! This keeps getting better and better! Greg is holding his head as he tries to fight off the pain. During all of this, Angel is simply leaning against the turnbuckles, while Spaz rolls to the outside of the ring. Spaz grabs a steel chair and slides back into the ring with it. Falcoon - I don’t like where this is going at all! With Greg still securely locked in Plague’s submission hold, Spaz walks over to Greg’s upper body. Greg doesn’t even notice Spaz as he makes a futile attempt to push himself out of the Deathlock. Spaz then raises the chair and smashes it over Greg’s head! The crowd gasps after hearing the sickening sound. Falcoon - OH MY GOD! Burst - I think Greg is completely out of it! Plague is still clutching the hold as Spaz cracks the chair over an unconscious Greg Jackson a second and THIRD TIME! Plague finally releases the hold and Spaz drops the chair. We can see a pool of blood growing in the center of the ring, coming from the back of Greg’s head. Falcoon - Greg needs some help! Someone’s gotta get out here! Angel takes this moment to step out of the corner and slowly walk over to Greg Jackson, who’s lying lifeless on the mat. He grabs Greg by the hair and forces him to his feet. Burst - Eh... Angel then lifts Greg into a suplex position, standing over the chair… he then drops Greg down, head first on the chair, annihilating him with a Screwdriver!!! Burst - Oh God! ANGEL’S HOLOCAUST! On the chair! That’s SICK! Falcoon - Greg Jackson might have a broken neck or a severe concussion! Someone stop this! At long last, security piles into the ring. The fans are booing loudly as security makes sure to separate all three Hells Fire members from the bloody and broken Greg Jackson! EMT’s rush down to the ring pushing a stretcher with them! They lift the stretcher into the ring and they climb in as well. During all this, Hells Fire is just leaving. Falcoon - Go on and get out of here! You did enough damage! Burst - You said it! What does this mean for the Road to Glory tournament? Falcoon - Well… if Greg is unable to compete, I guess Angel gets ANOTHER bye, this time into the finals! Greg is now strapped into the stretcher and he’s carefully pulled out of the ring. Once he’s out, they roll him out very slowly. Happy to see him getting help, the fans start clapping. Falcoon - Well we have some classy fans here tonight. This can’t be going over well! A mistake… a MASSIVE mistake was made tonight! Where were Greg’s lumberjacks?! What went on in this meeting? Burst - I don’t know exac- The scene shifts back to the emergency meeting, as if on cue. The room is filled with wrestlers and OWF personnel, all of whom are growing restless. The meeting still hasn’t started yet. Suddenly, a large man walks up to a podium, causing everyone to quiet down. We see the man turn to face his audience, and it’s… Falcoon - WHAT THE FUCK! Wolf steps into view and clears his throat before speaking. Wolf - Meeting dismissed! HA HA HA HA! After saying this Wolf makes a quick exit as all the wrestlers angrily get up from their seats! There’s an uproar at the meeting, and back at ringside, the fans have a very similar reaction as the pit of your stomach turns all thanks to Hells Fire. The OWF logo spins and ends the show. |
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