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-- FLASHBACK -- Spaz stops on the second turnbuckle and looks up at the screen, confused and cautious. After a few more moments of static the screen clears and we see Angel's face behind the plate glass window of a jail visiting cell. Spaz looks around wildly as the crowd starts to boo... 1... Falcoon - The champ! Thats such raw footage, looks like someone snuck in a camera. Angel - Hey Spazzy! Up here dipshit! Spaz jumps down off the turnbuckles and stands in the center of the ring, his head tilted towards the screen... 3... Angel - Unbelievable...as soon as I'm not around to keep you on your little Spazzy leash, you start causing fucken problems like a little girl throwing a god damn temper tantrum. Spaz starts to become enraged, screaming and cursing at the OWftron... 5... Angel - Look...there you go again. Who the fuck wants you around anyway Spaz. You're useless, you're pathetic...nothing but a burden for the rest of HF... Spaz continues to curse at the camera, and the fans start to boo. Plague is slowly rising to his feet behind the unsuspecting Spaz... 7... Angel - And one more thing you talentless bastard...When you fuck with Hell's Fire...We fuck you harder! A sadistic grin spreads across Angel's face and he starts to chuckle, trying to patronize Spaz... Angel - Don't look now little buddy! Angel points towards the camera as he continues to laugh, and then it immediately cuts off with the sounds of his laughter resonating through the arena. Spaz looks up at the screen confused and Plague now stands behind him... Spaz realises that the count has stopped but its took late... THE VACCINE! Spaz hits the mat as he's dropped by a superkick. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10 Missy Janson - Here is your winner... PLAGUE! Kissens - And Spaz is screwed out of his match by the champion! Falcoon - He desurved it. Spaz is a horrible person! He threw a woman cover the top deck just an hour ago! Kissens - I hope Angel is happy because he's gonna rot in that jail cell! Falcoon - Your a miserable bitch! I'm outta h.... BOOM! An explosion erupts on the stage! Fire flares from the cannons and the heat burns through the arena. The pyro dies down and comes to a low roar.. The OWFtron flickers and you see OWF's newest wrestler outside in the parkinglot. Kissens - Who the hell is that? Ali Khadafi - The name is Ali.. And all you need to know bout me is right in front of you! The cameras turn and we see a beaten and bloody man laying on the cold ground in an alleyway. Theirs a rope tied around his neck that runs up a pole. Ali smiles and shakes his head before grabbing the other end of the rope and yanking it upwards. Kissens - Oh my god! He's gonna hang him! Someone get back there! Slowly the man is drug up the pole, he holds his neck and chokes out blood as his body spins revealing his face... Kissens - Thats Glacier! Oh my god! Someone help Glacier! Ali is laughing in the background and you hear the sound of a headset drop as the OWF logo spins. -- FLASHBACK -- -- 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 -- The ramp lights up with fire that trails down to ringside as the OWF logo spins and we go live to Sacramento California to the ARCO Arena at ringside sit OWF's new breed of commentary Gordie Falcoon in his normal wrinkled suit and Jackie Kissens who puts out her ciggeratte right after her que. Falcoon - Yooooooo! Kissens - Its Monday night and WELCOME to addiction! Falcoon - Thats my line bitch! Kissens - Jackie Kissens here along side Gordie Falcoon coming to you with two hours of live action! Falcoon - What? Nobody told me it was a two hour show tonight! I got shit to do... And I'm on salary! This sucks! Kissens - You can leave, I'm sure you won't be missed. Falcoon - Oh ho ho... Seriously.. Ho! Kissens - We have an exciting night planned for you all! All four OWF owners are in the building and I understand they are signing matches for Funeral of Hearts! Falcoon - And the WoW President is in the building... Thats Prissy! Not youuuuu... Kissens - Shut up you! Falcoon - I understand that later tonight Prez DK has a huge announcement for us reguarding the ownership situation Kissens - Oh how original.. We all know what its gonna be. Another shameless 4 way ppv match. Falcoon - This is the OWF, you never know what they have planned! 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! 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. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen! Good evening and welcome to OWF Addiction! The following contest is scheduled for a street fight! Introducing first.. The special guest referee.... Draco! 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 the two contestants. PA System - M...V...P... Missy Janson - On his way to the ring... Mike... Van... Pelt! A loud explosion rocks the arena as Mike Van Pelt jumps down from above the entranceway onto the stage. He points out into the crowd and smiles as the fans leap to their feet! Slowly he begins to walk towards the ring he ignores the people in the front row as he runs down the ramp and slides in the ring. Missy Janson - And his opponent... Dios! 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. 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. Falcoon - And we kick off the first match of the night, I'd like to note that the reason this match is taking place is because of what happened last week on Addiction. Kissens - Draco was kind of pulled into this fued when Dios and MVP crashed into him in the back. Falcoon - Prissy Immediantly signed this street fight and we are asuming it will determine the #1 contender to the cruiserweight title. Kissens - I don't think Prissy has the mental capacity to think that far ahead. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Draco leans in the corner not paying attention to the action in the ring. The bell sounds and MVP picks up a chair that sits next to his feet in a ring thats covered in weapons. Draco rushes over and yanks the chair away from MVP. MVP looks at him oddly then Draco unfolds the chair and makes a seat for himself. Draco yawns as Dios runs in and nails MVP in the head with a frying pan! MVP hits the mat and Dios covers... Draco is looking over the ropes into the crowd from his seat and not paying attention to the pinfall. Dios stands up with attitude and approaches Draco, he grabs Draco by the shoulder.. Draco leaps up out of his seat and plants Dios with a right hand. MVP sees the entire exchange and nods as he approaches Draco with a smile. MVP extends his hand to Draco. Falcoon - Ah don't tell me these two are in cahoots! Draco folds up his chair and begins to shake MVP's hand... Suddenly Draco grabs the chair and before MVP can react he is leveled with a chairshot from Draco! Draco rips off his referee shirt and throws it over Dios then exits the ring. Falcoon - We need a ref! Where the hell is he going!? Dios is back up and grabs the frying pan again.. He lays it on the mat then grabs MVP up.. Dios Driver on the frying pan! Referee Jacod Daniels runs down from the back and slides into the ring.. 1...2...3! Missy Janson - Here is your winner... Dios! Falcoon - And the Mexican wonder pulls out another victory over the MVP! Kissens - I remember when MVP wasn't just another job boy. Falcoon - Its just a stroke of bad luck. Kinda like touching you. Kissens - I know men that would die to touch me. Falcoon - I know men that killed themselves after touching you. The camera's cut backstage where we are in the executive office. All four owners are standing with their own plans for tonights show. Prez DK - No god damn it! This is how it's going to go! I don't care what you guys say, I'm the creator of this place! It's gonna go my way! Meca Blight steps into the frame and the fans cheer. He nudges DK in the side and tries to hand him a clipboard and a pen. DK ignores him and continues to argue his point. Kozmo - Listen DiK, just fucking listen. We already know Eclipse is not going to be back! NYPD are gonna hold her without bail because of flight risk! Green - So lets vacate the shit title! Again Meca pokes DK in the side with the clipboard and DK brushes him off. Kozmo - NO, give it back to Alexis.. Vacating shit is retarded like you. Belcher - What if we hold a ladder match for it.. Tonight. We have some airtime now that Overdose Vs Eclipse has been canceled. Prez DK - No no no! We aren't... Meca pokes him again and finally he snaps as he turns and screams at Meca. Prez DK - WHAT? What the hell do you want!? Meca points at his clipboard and smiles. DK looks down and grabs the pen. Prez DK - If I sign this will you go away? Meca nods and DK signs the paper. Prez DK - Well if we can't agree then lets play rock sissors paper. They all nod and on three they shoot. Kozmo draws a rock, Green a sissors, DK draws sissors, and Belcher draws a rock. Kozmo - Two way tie me and Belcher. Lets do this... On three Kozmo draws paper and Belcher draws Rock. Kozmo - Ha! Your new WoW champion will be here tonight! Prez DK - You just can't hand that title out..... Kozmo - You did DiK. And at least I'm doin the chick I'm giving it to! Kozmo turns and exits the room leaving DK speachless. Belcher and Green walk away laughing and Green mumbles "Pathetic" as they close the door on the way out and the scene goes back to the commentary table. Falcoon - Well folks if you wheren't aware yet, Eclipse's contract was dropped by the OWF due to her recent legal issues that we are not permitted to comment on. Kissens - She killed a dude. Falcoon - Oh that was dumb. I hope you get fired for that.. Swear TAAA GAWD I do! In the backstage area, Joann Summers is seen skipping while listening to some hard rock music. For the moment, everything seems normal, until a loud noise is heard from outside her locker room. The sound is that of something heavy being dragged or pushed. Joann listens closely, turns her music off, and then peers outside the room. She finds Greg Jackson, pushing a large book case towards her door. Joann Summers - Greg? What are you doing? Greg Jackson - Schnookums! HEY! I was just... figured you might like some- Joann Summers - Greg? Greg Jackson - I was just thinking that- Joann Summers - Don't lie to me Greg. Greg Jackson - ...Ok. I was pushing this in front of your door so you couldn't get out. I don't want you to face Ozric tonight! Joann Summers - Right, so first of all, this door opens to the inside. Second, why on Earth would you do that?! Greg Jackson - Listen! You jus' gotta trust me on this, ok! That clown is pure EVIL! I SWEAR! I had a dream last night... a NIGHTMARE! And in it, Ozric could fly! He was throwing shit at people, and being a total asshole! And I think he captured and ATE that kid from Jerry Maguire! The cute glasses kid?! YEAH! And it was creepy, cause he was all flying with a grand piano in the air and he could play Fur Elise ALMOST perfectly, 'cept he kept gettin' this one note wrong everytime... I think he bombed Pearl Harbour after that. Joann Summers - Are you done? Greg Jackson - ...If you back out of the match? Yes. Joann Summers - If I back out, not only do I lose, I'll be fined! Greg Jackson - I'll pay it! Joann Summers - You might be afraid of a clown, but I'm not! Greg Jackson - NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! JOANN!!! PLEASE DON'T DO IT! I'LL DO ANYTHING!!! Joann Summers - Greg, calm down. Greg Jackson - YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT HE'S CAPABLE OF!!! Joann Summers - It was just a drea- Greg Jackson - NO!!! IT WAS MORE! You can't take the match you just can't! Greg kneels to the ground and is hugging at Joann's ankles, begging her not to go. Greg Jackson - Let's go on a trip to Hawaii! First Class all expenses paid! I'll do whatever it takes, just PLEASE back out of this match! I don't want him to hurt my BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! Joann Summers - Jesus Christ! Stop it! Fine! I'll back out, but you you're paying the fine! Greg Jackson - Done! Joann Summers - ...And I wanna go to the Bahamas. Greg Jackson - ...Done. Anything else? Joann Summers - I want those cavemen from the Geico.com commercials to be our stewards on the flight. Greg Jackson - ... ... ... ... ... ...Done. Falcoon - You can't just.. not wrestle! Thats not an option! Kissens - Greg Jackson is a real man unlike you, he doesn't want to put his wife in harms way. Falcoon - What are you talking about? Are you fucking retarded? Kissens - No I'm just saying.. Hes a good guy. And hes cute. Falcoon - Pfff... Whore. Prez Storm steps out onto the stage unintroduced with a mic. Prez Storm - Alright the owners sent me out here to address Joann Summers who feels like she doesn't need to wrestle for us tonight! This is an example to anyone who thinks they don't have to fight in a match they are booked in. Ozric will recieve a victory tonight by default and it will go down in the record books like a pinfall victory. Joann you will be suspended from action for 1 week and fined $10,000! Let this be a lesson to anyone in the back that wants to play games! Kissens - What a dork. Falcoon - $10,000? Shit... How much do these fuckin people get paid? Kissens - Some of us aren't on your chump salary kid. Falcoon - Don't call me kid you skuzbag bitch. Go to the ring... Missy Janson - The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first.. From Whitesboro, New York... Draco! 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! 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 the opening bells of the match. Missy Janson - And his opponent.. From Dallas, Texas... 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. Falcoon - As we've seen in the last few weeks Tim Slate has an enemy.. And its a random fan? Kissens - Orrrr is it? Falcoon - Steal one more of my lines and I'm gonna slap you like the dirty hooker you are. Kissens - Ahooo! Falcoon - ...... ~SLAP!~ You hear the sound of a smack across bare skin and the scene instantly cuts back to the commentary table where Jackie has a hand print across her face and is smiling. Kissens - So... What are you doin later? Falcoon is in shock.. Falcoon - You I guess.. AHOOOO! Kissens - We'll be back. You see Jackie grab him by the tie and pull him out of his seat. Falcoon is drug up the rampway by Jackie and the commentary booth is left empty. Suddenly the crazed fan we have seen over the last couple of weeks jumps the guard rail again and takes a seat at the commentary booth. Crazed Fan - That couldn't have been timed better. Backstage Belcher gives security a hold on retaining the fan, seeing what he can offer the OWF. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Crazed Fan - Hey look at Slate that's TRASH right there. OWF TRASH at its finest. He's getting into the ring with Draco, What a fool! This guy looks like he's doped up or something this shouldn't last too long! Ha Ha! Draco and Slate come to the center of the ring and stare at each other.... Crazed Fan - Hey Slate !!! Slate!!! You dumb fuck look at me!!!!!! Slate!!!! Slate turns his head to look at the crazed fan and shakes his head, Draco winds up and hits him with a direct left to the face, Slate stumbles to one knee. Draco runs back bounces off the ropes and clotheslines Draco off his knees, Draco cracks the back of his head hard on the mat. Crazed Fan - See I told you all he was a bum! Old Fat and Disgusting! What a loser! Draco grabs Slate by his hair now scoops underneath his shoulder and slams him to the mat with a ferocious body slam. An elbow drop follows as Slate looks to be in serious pain at this point in the match. Draco with a standing leg drop on the head of Slate. Crazed Fan - Yea kill em!! kill em!!!! His career's over anyways!! He's nothing but a wash up Draco grabs Slate and places him in a crossface submission, Slate screams in pain...The ref is going over to check Slate for a submission call, Slate says no... Slate extendings his hand out to the rope. Draco wrenches back harder. Slate still screaming in pain, the ref goes over once again to check but Slate still wont give up. Crazed Fan - Give it up you old fart you're finished! I've seen better fights in bingo halls!!! Slate gets a boost of energy and finally makes it to the ropes. Draco's not letting go...The ref gives him to a count of 5, ..1...2....3...4, Draco lets go at the last second, Draco looks over Slate with a evil smile and starts to smack him in the face. Crazed Fan - Yea!! Now this is getting good! Slate pulls Draco by the trunks and throws him through the second rope, Draco flies out of the ring and crashes to the outside. But Slate is clearly hurt, He's holding his left shoulder grimacing in pain. Slate rolls out of the ring and starts throwing boots to Draco. Crazed Fan - Slate!! Get back in the ring!! Follow the rules!! You should know them by now! Havent you been around since Chief Jay Strongbow! Slate picks up Draco and rolls him back in the ring, Draco is lying on the mat, Slate decides to go on the top rope. Slate jumps off the top rope with a elbow drop and misses..at the last second Draco rolls out of the way. Slate landed on his shoulder, He's in immense pain. Crazed Fan - Yes! Yes ! He Missed!! This is Great!! Finish Him Draco! Finish Him!!!! Draco gets up quickly as Slate lays on the mat grasping his shoulder in pain, Draco has jus placed him in "When All Else Fails", His signature Sharpshooter into a Neck Lock. Slate is screaming......The ref checks....Slate is tapping...The match is over! Missy Janson - Here is your winner... Draco! Draco exits the ring and the fans slides under the bottom rope. He looks over the fallen Slate then shakes his head and extends his hand. Tim Slate reaches up and grabs the young man's hand.. Instantly the kid lays out Slate with a rock bottom type move! Fan - Listen up DAD! I told you 5 years ago that it was time to quit! You never listened to me so I am putting an end to the embaressment of this family's name by taking you out! Kaige throws the mic to the mat and slides out of the ring. Belcher meets him at the top of the rampway with a smile. "Asshole" the fans chant as Belcher just smiles and talks. Belcher - Your looking at what could be the next OWF franchise in front of you! Meca out from behind the curtain with his hands in the air. The fans pop for him! He lowers his arms and presents a clipboard to Belcher. Belcher - Not him! He points to Meca and shakes his head. Belcher - What? What do you want? Meca hands him a pen. Belcher - I'm kinda busy right now. Belcher signs the clip board without reading through it, and the seemingly harmless Meca Blight waves to the crowd before turning and leaving. Belcher - OWF's newest signature wrestler.. And his name is.. Kaige! On Sunday the 25th Kaige will face Tim Slate, his own father! In a one on one match. Loser leaves the OWF forever! The scene cuts backstage. An office room is seen that has in big letters - "Executive Office" on the door. Yes, the line is blank. There is a desk with four phones lined side-by-side in front of the door. A female receptionist is sitting at this desk, and jobber CokeKid is talking to her. CokeKid - What do you MEAN this isn't a big issue? Receptionist - You have to understand. I am only assigned to send up to the owners SERIOUS issues...issues that one of them would actually want to hear. CokeKid - What's not important about OWF's most overlooked superstar? I've been here a long time now and I have won my fair share of matches! I've won more than Glacier! I DESERVE A CHANCE! SANGRISSIMOOOOOOOOO! Suddenly, Tad O. Minor appears with a steel chair in hand. He charges CokeKid and swings the chair, but he misses by inches and crashes through the receptionist's desk. She screams and runs...well, whatever you call going fast in three-inch heels, away from the scene. CokeKid looks confused, and Mr. Good walks up. Mr. Good - I have to apologize for my friend here. He heard a whiny, high-pitched male voice complaining about being overlooked and deserving a chance, and he assumed you were Lame-O Hawk. Mr. Good then kicks CokeKid in the gut and gives him a double axehandle to his back that drops him to his knees. Mr. Good - LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...The following is an OWF HANDICAPPED Title match! The challenger...um...SOME JOBBER WHO LOOKS LIKE LAME-O HAWK! His opponent...the OWF HANDICAPPED CHAMPIONS!...N.U.T.S.! CokeKid gets to his feet and goes to strike Good, but Tad O. Minor has crawled between them, so CokeKid trips over Minor! He stumbles right into Good's arms, and Good grabs him and gives him the GOOD-NIGHT on the concrete floor! Tad O. Minor - Did someone say MINOR THREAT?!? Mr. Good suddenly stops, looking as if he doesn't want his partner to do the move, but, yet, he wants to spare his partner's feelings... Mr. Good - Um...WAIT! Why don't you save it for the match? After all, if you do it now, it won't be special when you do it...to THREE PEOPLE AT THE SAME TIME! Tad O. Minor - ALL RIGHT! Mr. Good breaths a sigh of relief, then goes for the pinfall as Tad O. Minor gives a count...1...2...3! Mr. Good - The Winners and STILL OWF Handicapped Champions...N.U.T.S.! Mr. Good kicks CokeKid in the ribs for good measure, then the two walk away laughing as the camerasw cut back to ringside! Back at the commentary Jackie and Gordie both take their seats, their hair is wild and his jacket is ripped. Falcoon - Wow what did we miss? Kissens - I know these people didn't miss anything. Falcoon - Dude... I swear that's never happened before! Kissens - What the 3 minutes of sex or the 20 minutes or crying? Falcoon - Both? Kissens - Ugh... Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for a cruiserweight title match! Introducing first.. the challenger... Aphrodisia Jordan! 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. 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. 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 her opponent.. She is the OWF Cruiserweight champion... Amanda Davis! PA System - Kinda always knew I'd end up your ex-girlfriend Pouting ska-pop hooks embed in the audience's ears, and the crowd begins to sway as the Grapple Princess herself, heir to Canada's greatest wrestling legacy, Amanda Davis steps through the curtains. She sways seductively side to side, despite her tomboyish jeans and T-shirt attire, as she makes her way down the ramp, slapping hands and enduring the very occasional heckling from a Piter Svoboda fan. In the ring, she makes her way to her corner and stretches out. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The match gets underway with both women advancing slowly to the center of the ring, Aphrodisia Jordan looking much more at ease. They tie up and Aph takes the upper hand, catching Amanda Davis in a side headlock. Amanda attempts to counter with a back suplex, but Jordan backflips out of it and shoves her to the ropes. Davis bounces off into a rana, which she manages to roll through for a one-count. Falcoon - Now there are two women who aren't afraid to really mix it up. I admire that. Kissens - I don't think either of them are going to get mixed up enough to sleep with you, Falcoon. Falcoon - Maybe not, but a man can dream. Back on their feet, the two wrestlers circle. Aphrodisia Jordan takes the initiative and pounces on her opponent, driving Amanda Davis to the mat ferociously with a Lou Thesz press. Amanda bridges up, rolling Aph off of her, then throws a wild kick from the mat. Jordan catches her by the boot and drags Davis to the center of the ring, then executes a beautiful standing moonsault to get the cover for another one-count. Falcoon - It seems like things could go either way in this match! Kissens - Kind of like the two "women" in it. Aph drags Davis to her feet, then forcefully whips her to the corner. Amanda hits hard and staggers back out, giving Jordan the opportunity to run up the turnbuckle behind her and come off with a missile dropkick. Wasting no time, Aphrodisia Jordan pulls her opponent up and quickly drops her again with a DDT. She goes to bring Amanda Davis to her feet one more time, but gets put down with a drop toe hold. The Grapple Princess leaps to her feet and stomps repeatedly on Aphrodisia's right arm. Kissens - There we go. You pick your spot, and you work it. Falcoon - That reminds me, Jackie, how's being a shameless whore working out for you? Jordan manages to roll free of the assault on her arm, taking her feet and using the other arm to hit Amanda with a leaping clothesline. With her opponent down, Aph moonsaults off the second rope, coming down hard on Davis's midsection before hooking the leg for two. Kissens - We could see a new champion here, tonight. Falcoon - It's too early to call. Just because one woman has the momentum for the moment doesn't mean anything unless she can hold on to it. Standing once more, Davis and Jordan move in for the tie-up. Amanda comes out ahead with a quick arm drag, rolling through and catching Aphrodisia with another one as soon as she bounces to her feet. Looking slightly dizzy, Aph throws a punch, which the Grapple Princess manages to deflect into a hammerlock. She slaps on a quick half nelson as well, but Jordan is able to quickly work her way out through a combination of wriggling and superior strength. Falcoon - Davis has been punishing that right shoulder! Kissens - Gee, Gordie, I wonder why. Maybe it has something to do with her finisher being an armlock! Aphrodisia whips the Grapple Princess to the ropes, then back body drops her, getting substantial air from the smaller woman. Wasting no time, Aph runs off the ropes and hits a rolling senton splash. Amanda pushes herself to her hands and knees and gets nailed with a front dropkick to the face for her efforts. Jordan yanks Davis up by her hair and hits a quick northern lights suplex, for one... two... thr- foot on the ropes. Falcoon - That was a close call for Amanda Davis. If she doesn't turn things around, she'll lose her title for sure! Kissens - Can you think of something to say that's not totally obvious? Falcoon - Okay, here goes... you're not a total skank. Wait, that's just not TRUE. Looking exhausted and battered, Amanda Davis gets up and begins to circle with Aphrodisia Jordan again. Jordan manages to get off a strong punch, almost too fast to see, but its effects on Amanda are obvious as she's turned around. Aph applies a waistlock, but Davis manages to float behind her and get a sleeper on. Aphrodisia slowly begins to fade. Falcoon - This is crazy. I've seen men go lights out to a sleeper like that, and Jordan is just sticking with it! Still holding the sleeper tight, Davis trips Jordan to the mat and applies the body scissors. With seemingly nowhere to go and not much time left, Aphrodisia struggles her way to the ropes, prompting an immediate break from Davis. They both crawl to their feet, Aphrodisia goes to the ropes, she leaps in the air in a cross body attempt.. Amanda Davis catches her and can barely stand on her feet while doing so.. Body Slam! Falcoon - Body Slam! Made famous by Amanda's father! Amanda considers making the pinfall but knows its not enough to keep Aphrodisia down. She locks in the Alluminum Claw! Aphrodisia can't get her shoulders up through the painful hold.. 1...2...3! Missy Janson - Here is your winner and STILL OWF Cruiserweight champion.. Amanda Davis! Falcoon - I bet you wish you where still in charge of this division. Kissens - I bet you wish you had more then 4 inches to work with. Falcoon - Hey... I .... Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen please join me in welcoming.. OWF legend and partial owner... Kozmo! "The Big Fuck You" hits over the PA system as Kozmo steps out onto the stage with a mic. The fans still stir for him even after what he did at the clash. Kozmo - Everyone shut up will ya.. I have an announcement to make! Its apparent to us that Eclipse will not be returning to the ring. So I'd like to introduce to you.. The new WoW champion..... PA System - The BITCH is BACK! He's interupted and his face tells the story as he grits his teeth and turns to look directly at the curtain where Prissy comes out. Prissy - Hold on hol.... Kozmo - WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU GET OFF COMING OUT HERE WITH YOUR UGLY FUCKING FACE AND INTERUPTING ME!? Prissy is silent for a moment and tries to take it in. Kozmo - Who the fuck do you think you are? Kissens - Damn right! Shes trash! Get rid of her! Kozmo - Honestly? How about a fucking answer... Prissy - I'm the... Kozmo - I DONT FUCKING CARE! YOU don't interupt me! Prissy - WoW is min... Kozmo - SHUT UP! The fans cheer hearing him go off on Prissy. Kozmo - You listen here bitch.. I am the owner of this entire company including the bitches in the WoW division! What I say goes, my authority over ranks you by FAR! In fact.. I was just introducing the NEW WoW champion.. And here she is now! Alexis Cage comes in from the side and cracks Prissy in the skull with a fire estinguisher! Alexis takes the handle out and sprays down Prissy with it coating her in the white powder. Kozmo - What now bitch? Alexis smiles and puts her arms up as she takes back the WoW for the second time its been awarded to her. The fans boo and Prissy is motionless on the stage. Kozmo - That looks oddly familiar.. You laying face down covered in white stuff.. Silly slut! Kozmo laughs and puts his arm around Alexis, they walk past Prissy and Kozmo turns for his final words.. Kozmo - Oh yeah.. Your contract is up Prissy.... And your fired! Kozmo drops his mic and heads for the back. Instantly he's approached by Meca as he walks through the curtain. Kozmo - Wadda you want skuzbag? Meca points down at his clip board and rubs his stomach. Meca Blight - Doughnuts! Kozmo - Yeah why not.... Kozmo signs the paper and walks off with Alexis still around his arm. Falcoon - Meca must be ordering a whole lot of doughnuts! Kissens - Who cares about that! Look up on the stage.. Prissy is STILL laid out and I LOVE IT! Falcoon - They aren't giving you the job back. Kissens - I don't even care about that right now, all I wanted to see was exactly what just happened! Falcoon - So Kozmo fired Prissy.. We don't have a stable owner, now we are short a WoW president.. Who's running this shit hole anyway? Kissens - Its pretty obvious that Kozmo is the man with the plans. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for a 2 on 1 handicap match! Introducing first.. The team of Dixie Wrecked and Tara Headoff! PA System - I'm toxic your slipping under.. Whispers of "toxic" by Britney Spears flow through the Pa system. The lights dim slightly and a bright yellow light circles around the stage then stops on the curtain. The music begins to play louder and Dixie Wrecked steps out from the back with a loud reaction. She poses with her arm behind her head then blows a kiss towards the camera before walking towards the ring. Kissens - I really don't like her. Falcoon - She's so god damn good looking. She can't wrestle for crap! "The Game" by Disturbed plays over the PA System and Tara is shown at the top of the crowd, a spot light shines on her with a kendo stick in her hand held above her head. Suddenly she smashes the kendo stick across her forehead then runs through the crowd to the ring. Missy Janson - And their opponent... Kara! Kara's music hits as she hits the stage with a devilish smirk on her face. She begins walking down the ramp stoping near the middle of the ramp. The fans scream and chant as Kara runs down the rest of the ramp and slides into the ring. As she gets up to her feet, her music begins to fade out. Falcoon - Who's stand on the stage? Kissens - Its Byran. Bryan Tann comes out and leans against the entrance way and watches the match. Falcoon - Ohhh... Wow.. yeah. ewww.. This.. This is akward now. Kissens - He doesn't care Gordie, it was a one time thing! (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Kara immediantly slides out of the ring. She grabs a chair from ringside and climbs into the ring.. The referee warns her but she pushes Referee Kiven out of the way and smacks Dixie in the head with the chair! Tara manages to escape the ring and the bell sounds. Missy Janson - Your winners by disqualification... Tara Headoff and Dixie Wrecked! Falcoon - If you can't beat em.. Beat em with sticks! Kissens - Smart girl that Kara is! She didn't care about winning that match and why should she? It was made on unfair grounds! The cameras cut to the back where OWF lead reporter Garrett Greene is standing by with the always confused Meca Blight. Falcoon - Oh jesus.. What a combo. Greene - Now Meca. I'm very interested in knowing what exactly your having the owners sign. Meca's mind races with thoughts from all sides. Shhh.. Don't tell him Meca Blight - Doughnuts! Meca blurts out. Greene - Well those don't look like doughnuts at all. They look like paper! Greene tries to snatch the clip board and Meca growls at him. Greene - Just a peak... Meca bites Garretts hand and Garrett pulls back in shock. Greene - You bit me!... On the hand! Garrett begins to weap and the camera's cut Into the backstage area in Kara's locker room, she's getting dressed after her match when there's a knock at her door. Kara - Come in. The crowd begins to pop as "The Loose Cannon" Bryan Tann makes his way into the locker room. He's in his wrestling gear, with a BMF shirt over the singlet and dark sunglasses. He's got another shirt balled up in his right hand as he removes his sunglasses. Kara - What do you want? Tann - You got a minute? Kara - Sure, what is it? Tann - What the hell are you doing in this company? Kara - What the hell are you talking about? Tann - You heard me, what the hell are you doing? Kara - What do you think I'm doing? I'm doing my fucking best. Tann - You sure about that? Kara - Excuse me? She seems to be getting really pissed. Tann - I don't see you giving your best out there. Hell, when I ran this mother fucker, you were 10 times better than what you're showing. Kara - Is that a fact? Tann - Yeah, that's a fact. Kara - What's it to you? Tann - You're one of the best damn women wrestlers I've ever seen. But all of that potential can go right down the drain, unless you're willing to make a change. Kara - What kind of change? With that, Tann tosses her the T-Shirt in his hand. When Kara opens it, it's a BMF T-Shirt! Kara - What the? Tann - See, I was once like you. I had all of the talent, but I needed something to help put me over the top. I needed a change in lifestyle. So that's what I'm offering you Kara. You want a change in lifestyle? You want to live THE lifestyle? Kara looks at the T-Shirt and then up into Tann's eyes. Kara - How do I know I can trust you? Tann - You either do, or you don't. But you put that shirt on, you're making a commitment. Make sure it's what you want. If you say no, no harm, no foul. With that, Tann walks out of her locker room, leaving her alone. She looks down to the shirt, and looks to where Tann exited. Falcoon - Why would he go after Kara? BMF isn't exactly a place where chicks hang out. Kissens - It's all part of a bigger plan I'm sure. Tann is a mastermind! Falcoon - Masterbator is more like it! Zzzzaaaa Kissens - That wasn't funny. It wasn't even close to being funny. Falcoon - Nothing huh? Kissens - No.. Really it was just lame. Falcoon - Damn. Go to the ring or something. I'm running outta material. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match! Introducing first.. From Smithtown, New York.. He is your OWF Champion... 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. Falcoon - The champ is here! Kissens - That quote is trademark. Falcoon - Ahoooo! Missy Janson - And his tag team partner.. he is the #1 contender to the OWF title!.. Plague! The arena goes black, then 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 - Interesting.. These two are walking out together! Kissens - Of course they aren't! They have a match at Funeral of Hearts! Falcoon - But they're partners! Missy Janson - And their opponents.. The team of Greg Jackson and Spaz! At the begining of the match on the entrance The Misfit and Greg Jackson head down to the ring, while Plague and Angel wait in the ring. Greg walks ahead of The Misfit keeping a safe distance from Spaz. Falcoon - There they are the ones who can hopefully make the exiles shut up. Kissens - This is shitty. Those to hate each other. Everyone can expect to see nothing that will be at all entertaining. Falcoon - What are you talking about? Kissens - Greg and The Misfit both hate Plague and Angel. But Greg hates Spaz and Spaz hates him right back. This looks like a classic WWE main event and it SUCKS! Once Jackson and The Misfit are at ringside Spaz charges his tag team partner and clotheslines Jackson from behind. The Misfit pulls Jackson up with a handfull of dreads and irish wips him into the steel stairs, Jackson crashes into them. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The Misfit goes back to Jackson who is now on all four floors trying to push himself up. The Misfit runs and kicks him in the gut and tosses Jackson into the ring where Plague and Angel are. Plague looks at Angel and Angel looks at Plague, they both shruge their shoulders and go to the attack. Spaz comes back into the ring carrying a barbwire baseball bat wrapped in a cloth. Without thinking Plague stands up Jackson and Angel helps, they hold them as The Misfit ignites the bat. Spaz winds up and swings the bat connecting with Greg Jackson's head. Greg falls to the ground and lays prone. Falcoon - Not Again. Kissens - Hell's Fire lives again. So much for the alliance between Electric Guitar and The Misfit. Falcoon - I think that alliance shattered when EG asked him the first time... I think it is now proven that you can never trust The Misfit. He likes stabbing people in the back. The Misfit slides out of the ring to recover a steel chair. He stops outside of the ring and walks over to Falcoon, and hits him with the chair. Kissens - HEY! You can't do that! Plague walks over to jackson and slaps on The Deathlock. Spaz tosses the Ref over the rope and raises the steel chair and brings it across the back of Greg Jackson's head. Jackson is motionless in the ring and blood starts to form around his head... The Misfit gets out of the ring and tosses The Ref back into the ring. Then heads up the ramp. Leaving a beatin Jackson all alone. Plague releases the hold then exits the ring leaving the OWF Champ in the ring with the bloody Jackson. Angel then hits Jackson with Angel's Redemption, and goes for the pin. 1...2...3 PA system - Here are your winners... The Exiles! The camera goes up to The Misfit who is now smiling and grinning at the exiles who are confused as ever with The Misfits actions. After The Misfit exits into the locker room area Falcoon tries to pull himself back up to the table. We suddenly cut to the back where Spaz swings open his dressing room door. In front of him stands Joann Summers, she lunges forward and smacks him in the head with an acoustic guitar! Joann Summers - I'm not gonna even waste my time pinning you! See you at your funeral. Kissens - Now thats hardcore! Falcoon - My head is fucking killing me. Kissens - Awwwwe. The Outsider-tron begins to flicker and the words “Earlier Today” fades in on the screen. It then fades out to show Glacier in his locker room. He stands in front of a black board with chalk in hand. On the board it says Glacier’s Class of Wrestling. Glacier is wearing a suit giving people the allusion that he will be teaching. There are a few people that look like wrestlers that are sitting in seats. They watch him closely as he gets his papers out of his desk. He hands out papers to the class. It’s a syllabus of the class. The students look over the rules. As usual, there are those three or four people who disagree with them and plan to rebel in the next class session. Glacier takes off his jacket and hangs it on the back of the chair. He writes on the board “Fake Thugs”. The student wrestlers look up in confusion. They whisper amongst themselves asking what it might mean. Glacier intentionally coughs to get the students attention. Glacier - The first lesson today kids will be as it says on the board, Fake Thugs. Student #1 - What the hell? Glacier - Yes, fake thugs. The thugs you see on television like Dallas Nash are nothing more than fake pieces of shit. The only exception to that are Shorty, K-Nyne, and Silkk. No one is sure what Shyne is. He might be a ballerina for all we know. Now a lot of people have come up to me and asked me “Glace, what are we going to do about these Boyz N’ The Hood characters?” There are a few things you can do about this. Hell I can name you at least THREE. Student #2 - …which would be…? Glacier - The first one is to destroy any kind of street credibility they have. Ask about them. Hell, go to their hood. There is always at least ONE person who is envious or hateful of them and that person is more than willing to let you know. If you must, head to their parents house and ask around. They will quickly deny that those are their parents so get pictures that resemble the so-called “gangster” and make them look a little older and more feminine. Then claim that is their mother. They will get immediately angry because they realize you have found out they are as fake as news reports of Nicole Richie eating again. Note that their promos from there on in will be more intense and be full of more fake thug shit. This can be very problematic if you are a rookie. You might not be able to counteract it like me, a true veteran at this game. So for those of you that need a little more help. I got another one for you. Student #1 - Ugh…when does this class finish? Glacier - Ah, stop your bellyaching. The next one will be something most people would not condone but fuck it; you’re here to win not play the Peace Corps for the United Nations. It’s all about being racist. Now there are very STRICT things that work with this so it’s not all that easy. If you have, are, or will team with a black person you cannot use that unless you plan to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness. As you know, REAL wrestlers don’t beg for forgiveness. Take me for example; my trainer and close friend – Shorty – is a black person. I cannot play the racist card regardless of my German ancestry or not. Hey, it’s not fair but it is how it is. This should only be used if you will more than likely NEVER team with a black person. For example, you won’t see a Goth teaming with a black. As everyone in this room should know, Goths are lonely and despised by many including myself. Student #3 - You despise everything. Glacier - Damn right! I also despise ignorance. This is one of the things you should do. Mock their ignorance. You know they’re ignorant, the owner knows they’re, the prostitute they screwed last night knows they’re ignorant too! Everyone knows this so why not let him or her know it? Mock them about it. Make fun of their slang and their need to say “nigga” five hundred times over to state a point. This will only become a problem if you are teaming or friends with someone who does the SAME EXACT SHIT. So many people have done that it got them in trouble and kicked out of their stable. For me this won’t be a problem because even though Shorty was a thug, he made a better life for himself. He got an education and is now wrestling in the Definition of Pain circuit under the Frostbite Roster. So these are the basic three. Now for homework go find a thug and use these tips on him or her. Class is dismissed! The students get up and start leaving as Glacier takes a seat at his desk. He puts his feet up on the table lays back as the titantron flickers back into black.
Falcoon - Oh wow.. That made my head hurt even worse. Kissens - Now thats FUNNY! Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for a 6 man tornado tag team match! Introducing first.. From London England... "The Icon" Joey Johnson! Break You blares out and after a few seconds Joey appears from behind the curtain. He walks to one end of the ramp bouncing around and psyching the crowd up before jogging to the other side to replicate it for the fans in that area. He walks down the ramp high-fiving a few fans before rolling under the bottom rope and posing on a turnbuckle or two before preparing himself. Missy Janson - Introducing next... From Trenton New Jersey... Daemon Hawk! The lights in the arena cut out completely for a few seconds as "Feel So Numb" by Rob Zombie fills the arena. A green and white strobe light blink throughout the arena as Daemon Hawk steps out from behind the curtain.Hawk comes out pumped up and does throws a fist in the air for the fans. Hawk walks down to the ring slappin hands with some of the fans. He slides into the ring and stands up right in the middle. He walks over to the ropes throws up a fist for the fans again. Missy Janson - And their tag team partner.. Also from Trenton New Jersey.. Glacier! The lights dim a bit. Cold As Ice by Mash Out Posse hits the P.A. as we see a smoke screen, which looks like light blue because of the blue lights on the stage behind it. Out comes Glacier to a roaring approval from the crowd. He is wearing a black shirt with the words The Iceman in blue and black denim jeans that stop at the knee. Glacier is wearing black and blue K-Swiss sneakers. He looks around the arena with a smirk on his face. As he walks down, he slaps hands with his fans and signs an autograph or two. He soon climbs up the cold hard steel steps and gets into the ring. He goes to the middle of ring. Glacier does a springboard moonsault but lands on his feet. As soon as he lands on his feet, blue pyrotechnics go off. The fans go into a total frenzy. The lights turn back on, as Glacier gets ready for his match. Missy Janson - And their opponents... Introducing first.. Ali Khadafi! A smooth mix of Crossing the Boundary by Immortal Technique and Heavy Metal Kings by Jedi Mind Tricks crosses the PA System. Ali Khadfi steps out and heads for the ring without waiting for his tag team partners. Missy Janson - And finally.. They are the OWF Tag Team champions... NUTS! PA SYSTEM - YOU MUST BE N.U.T.S.!!! The guitars of "Bat Country" by Avenged Sevenfold thunder through the arena as N.U.T.S. enters the arena. The crowd boos and cameras cut to anti-N.U.T.S. signs in the arena. They cut back as the tag team reaches the ring and prepares to fight. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Khadafi rises right behind Daemon Hawk without his team even noticing. He grabs Hawk and delivers a reverse DDT! Johnson and Glacier turn to see Ali rising back to his feet, Minor and Mr. Good run over and tackle Glacier and Johnson to the outside of the ring. Glacier begins to fight off Tad Minor and Mr. Good starts throwing hard punches on the downed Joey Johnson. Daemon Hawk is pulled up by his by Ali Khadafi. Ali Khadafi sends Daemon into the ropes, and upon his return greets him with a nasty looking spear. Ali Khadafi then locks in a Step-over armbar. Hawk groans in pain trying to escape the hold. Meanwhile on the outside of the ring. Glacier sends Tado O. Minor shoulder first into the steel steps. He hurries over and kicks Mr. Good in the back of the head right off of Joey Johnson. Glacier picks up Mr. Good and gives him a well executed DDT onto the mat. Johnson and Glacier walk over to their corner and hop onto the apron as N.U.T.S. recovers. Falcoon - This is NUTS... I dunno which way to look. Kissens - Wow great pun.. moron. Khadafi releases the hold. He stands to his feet and yells at the crowd. Some cups are thrown into the ring at his direction which he responds with two middle fingers. This leads to even more trash. Daemon Hawk grabs a half empty box of popcorn that made it into the ring. As Khadafi turns around, Hawk rushes and slams the box over the head of Khadafi. Ali stands with a stupified look as the popcorn goes flying back into the crowd. Ali Khadafi stares at Daemon Hawk. Hawk points behind Ali Khadafi, who looks behind him, Daemon takes advantage and takes a step back and gives Ali a clothesline taking him to the ground. Daemon Hawk drops a quick elbow and sneaks in a cheap punch before standing up. He walks over to Glacier and makes the tag. Glacier gets in the ring. Ali Khadafi uses the ropes to stand up, and as he's doing so Tad O. Minor reaches over and tags himself in. Ali Khadafi whips around with a pissed off look on his face. Khadafi argues to the ref that he didn't make the tag, but is forced to the apron. Falcoon - Wasnt this sapouse to be a tornado tag match? Kissens - Yeah but they do what they want. Tad O. Minor comes in and charges Glacier. Glacier raises his foot and Minor runs straight into it. Minor falls flat on his back. Noticing that Minor is showing no sign of life, he climbs to the top turnbuckle. He flies off attempting the senton splash but Minor nips up to his feet and Glacier comes crashing down hard onto the mat. Minor points to his head to indicate he was the smarter of the two in the ring. Tad O. Minor lines himself up and does a standing backflip onto Glacier. As Glacier gets to his knees, Minor hits the ropes and comes back with a snap dropkick to Glacier's forehead. He covers Glacier for the pin.. 1..2.Kickout! Tad O. Minor looks at the ref and counts three to him. Glacier stands on his feet and Minor leaps up and delivers a hurricanrana. He holds on and starts hitting Glacier with lefts and rights to the head. Minor springs to his feet and tags Mr. Good into the match. Mr. Good picks up Glacier, who counters with a small package. Falcoon - What happened to Creme-Land? Kissens - I think he died of something. Falcoon - The tag titles are getting tosses around more than you at a frat party. 1..Mr. Good powers out of the pin. Glacier gets up and hits Mr. Good with a high knee lift before he can make it to his feed. Mr. Good falls back into the ropes and bounces up into a spear by Glacier. Glacier takes the time to limp over to tag Daemon Hawk into the match. Daemon comes over and hits Mr. Good with a suplex. He grabs his head and locks him into a sleeperhold. Hawk tightens the grip as Mr. Good tries to reach his legs to the ropes. Ali Khadafi jumps over the top and kicks Daemon in the head and he lets go of Mr. Good, falling to the ground. The ref is quick to send Ali back to his corner. Daemon struggles to his feet as Mr. Good kicks him in the gut. Mr. Good picks up Daemon Hawk over his shoulder. Hawk's head is facing down over the front of Mr. Good. Mr. Good backs into a corner, he runs a few steps and then slams Hawk into the mat. Mr. Good stays on him for the pin. 1..2..Kickout! Mr. Good stands up and drops a knee onto Daemon's face. He gets on the middle turnbuckle and hits another knee on Daemon's face. Daemon rolls around holding his head as Mr. Good uses the time to rest up. Daemon Hawk begins to crawl over to his teammates. Just before he reaches the outstretched hand of Joey Johnson, Mr. Good grabs his leg and drags him away to the dismay of the fans. Mr. Good lets out a manly laugh to annoy the crowd. He grabs Daemon's hair and yanks him to a standing position. Mr. Good hits a spinebuster. Hawk is out flat looking straight up at the ceiling. Mr. Good walks around the downed Daemon Hawk with a smile. He lifts one leg up and whirls around to attempt a Figure-Four, but Hawk raises, grabs his shoulders and rolls him over for a pin. 1..2...Tad O. Minor is able to breakup the pin just before the three. Minor returns to his corner. Daemon Hawk quickly gets to his feet via the ropes. He settles himself up in the corner on the turnbuckle. Mr. Good gets to his feet. He runs at Daemon and leaps into the air for a splash, but Hawk moves and Mr. Good's chest hits the top turnbuckle. Good stumbles back and Daemon Hawk hits a german suplex on him. Both men are down and their partners are yelling for them to get up. Mr. Good manages to get over to make a tag to Ali Khadafi. Khadafi runs over to Daemon Hawk and locks him in an ankle lock. Daemon Hawk screams in pain at how intense Khadafi has the move locked in. His legs are wrapped around Hawk's waist so his movement is minimal. Hawk reaches his arm out as far as he can is only inches away from Johnson's fingers. Daemon Hawk yells as he tries to pull closer. Johnson puts one foot on the bottom rope and leans further making the tag! Johnson hurrily gets in, he runs over and jumps as high as he possibly can giving Ali Khadafi a massive elbow drop. Khadafi lets go of Hawk who crawls to the corner to heal. Johnson starts kicking Khadafi and doesn't allow him to his feet. Khadafi gets in the corner and Johnson starts kicking him in the chest as hard as he can. He finally gives Khadafi the chance to get to his feet but instantly hits him with a clothesline. Khadafi drops back down. Johnson backs up, runs and sends his knee right into Khadafi's chest. Falcoon - If that doesn't take the wind out of you... Then Gass X will! Get fast reli.... Kissens - Wait a fuckin minute.. Are you doing a cheap shameless plug? Falcoon - Get fast re... Kissens - How much did they pay you for that? Falcoon - Enough.. Get fast relief with Gass X! Mr. Good gets in the ring, he charges over and clocks Johnson in the back so Johnson falls over Khadafi onto the turnbuckle. Glacier gets in the ring and runs at Mr. Good. Good turns his body towards Glacier, who nails him with a spear and they both go outside the ring and fall hard onto the mat! Khadafi slides under Johnson's legs. He stands up and grabs him into position for a dragon suplex. Ali Khadafi hits the move perfectly. On the outside, Glacier pulls Tad O. Minor from his spot on the apron. He punches him in the face and kicks him in the gut. He sets him up for a suplex, and drops forward so Minor's chest hits the steel steps. With Johnson on the ground, Khadafi puts on the mandible claw while bent over. Daemon hawk tries to come in to stop it but the referee goes to him and yells to get back in his corner. During this time, Glacier slides into the ring with a chair in hand. He takes two big steps, pulls back the chair and nails Ali Khadafi in the back of the knee with the weapon. Ali lets go of Johnson and falls to the side in obvious pain. He holds his knee as Glacier unloads on his lower leg with the chair. Daemon Hawk sees it and distracts the ref a little more. Glacier slides out and puts the chair under the ring. Daemon Hawk finally stands back out on the apron. Joey Johnson gets to his feet and sees Ali rolling around grabbing his leg. Johnson stands at the bottom of Khadafi. He grabs his already injured leg and locks in the Twisted Logic! Khadafi's yell could be heard halfway around the world. Johnson's face grows red with fury as he twists Khadafi's ankle as far it possibly can without breaking. There is no sign of Mr. Good or Tad O. Minor to help the situation. Khadafi uses his strength to pull himself closer to the ropes. Johnson plants his feet and pulls him back before dropping and wrapping his legs around Khadafi returning the favor of the lock he had on Daemon Hawk earlier. Ali's face goes down into the mat, he reaches his arm out and TAPS! The ref calls for the bell! Missy Janson - Here are your winners....Glacier, Joey Johnson, and Daemon Hawk! Johnson holds onto the hold for a few extra seconds for added insult to injury. When he lets go, he is met by Daemon Hawk and Glacier. They all shake hands and pose for the crowd. Chris Green is seen talking to some hot blonde chick. He is working his mojo like always and just then Meca comes running up to him Green - What do you want you freak? Meca - I just want you to sign this, can you meaner greener? Green - What the fuck is it? Meca - Just signing off on the firing of Natedoggie. Green - Fine. Green doesn't even look at it and signs off… Meca runs off. Green - So as I was saying. How bout we both head to my hotel room and…. The scene cut back to the ring. PA System - Are you ugly? A Liar like me? A loser? A lost soul? Someone you don't know.. The lights dim and the arena is rocked by the sound of "Ugly" by The Exies.. PA System - 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! The tune continues to play as Prez DK steps out onto the stage and heads down to the ring. The fans give him respect as they bow to the OWF's creator on his way down. Falcoon - Here comes the true owner of the OWF! Kissens - One of them at least. Falcoon - The only one that matters! Prez DK climbs into the ring and pulls out a mic from his back pocket. Prez DK - As you might have heard... Wait.. I'm sorry did I forget my cheap plug? .... Man am I glad to be in..... PA System - Why can't we be friends? Why can't we be friends? Meca Blight steps out from behind the curtain just in time to interupt DK. Nows the time! Meca gives an evil laugh and a glaze comes over his eyes before bringing the mic to his mouth. Prez DK - Meca! Get off my god damn stage and get the hell outta here! Meca Blight - NO! All these years I've put up with your crap! Meca looks down to read his que card. Meca Blight - And I'm tired of it. He looks down again before continuing. Meca Blight - I'm here to tell you DK that I'm calling the shots from now on! Prez DK - You have 5 sec... Meca Blight - FUCK YOU! The crowd is silent as he flips the card over. Meca Blight - You have 5 seconds to get out of my ring before security drags you out! Prez DK - What are... Meca Blight - You see, the only one calling the shots around here is ME! Thanks to the former owners inability to read things before you sign them.. I now own 100% of the OWF! All these years of DiK being a dick to me.. You didn't think I was just hanging around without a purpose did you? Fuck that! Prez DK - Meca listen... Meca Blight - No you listen DK! Its your turn to be the moron! Security... Escort this man! A group of arena security guards head down to the ring. Meca begins to laugh before gripping the mic tightly in his hands then turning to leave. Falcoon - What the fuck was that.... Kissens - I.. What? Falcoon - He's not serious. Kissens - Could Meca Blight really own the OWF? Falcoon - He prolly just drew it up in crayon and its not even legal paperwork. Kissens - We are gonna get to the bottom of this. Meanwhile lets go to the main event. Missy Janson - The following contest is tonights Main Event! It is scheduled for one fall and a no disqualification match! Introducing first... The Personification of Perfection.. Brian Lemay! The crowd goes bananas as Money,Cash,Hoes blares all over the speakers on the P.A system in the Arco Arena. Green pyros spiral flares on both sides of the entrance way, As Chachi comes out of the curtain first wearing his white tuxedo with black bowtie and white cabana hat. He's holding a Cuban cigar in his left hand as he takes a hit from the cigar and flicks the ashes on the stage. All of sudden the fans see Lemay. Lemay walks out from behind the curtain with a black t-shirt that says P.o.P on the front and in the back that says Never Underestimate Me ! Never Defeated Me! Cuz I'm Perfect" Lemay walks down to the ring area past Chachi as Chachi follows closely. Lemay steps to the ring area and passes through the second rope. Lemay smiles arrogantly and walks over to Moe Peterson. Lemay looks to the crowd and laughs. Lemay puts his hand over to the back of his shirt and turns his back to the crowd as the crowd chants. Missy Janson - And his opponent.. The Loose Cannon.. Bryan Tann! The arena fades to black and the crowd begins to stir in the darkness. After about 5 seconds, a dark, chilling, prophetic voice is heard over the PA. PA System - Cry little sister. Come to your brother. "Swamped" by Lacuna Coil hits over the PA and the crowd ERRUPTS as "The Loose Cannon" Bryan Tann steps back from the back. He's wearing his trademark black leather trench coat and dark sunglasses and his freshly shaved head. His walk down to the ring is slow, like a predator preparing for a kill. He rolls into the ring from under the bottom rope and moves to the center of the ring. The arena is bathed in red and firey pyro as he throws his head back and lets out a LOUD roar in the center of the ring. When the lights come back up, Tann is sitting in the nearby turnbuckle, ready for war. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Two men are ready for action. The circle each other in the ring.. Falcoon - This is the first time these two competitors have fought each other and we are in for action to say the least! The lights in the arena go out and a red light covers the arena, a chopped and screwed voice comes over the PA and says. "Expect Me Like You Expect Jesus To Come Back....I'm Comin" The scratching of a record is heard as if on a DJ's turntable and then more words come. "I'm
the man in my city ain't nobody fuckin wit me The scratching of the record is heard again and the voice is once again heard. "Expect Me Like You Expect Jesus To Come Back....I'm Comin" The lights cut back on and the arena is the same as everyone just looks around wondering what just happened. Falcoon - What was that about? Kissens - I have no idea... Falcoon - Well someone is comin... Kissens - Yeah and it wasn't me. Falcoon - I.... .. Theirs akward silence between the two commentators as the match continues. Lemay quickly takes the upper hand getting Tann in a side head lock, Tann manages to slide out of it and pushes Lemay into the ropes.. Lemay bounces off and delivers a hard shoulder block to Tann, sending Tann to the mat. Tann leaps back up to his feet, Lemay runs in towards him and is taken down with a drop toe hold by Tann. Tann quickly manuovers his way over to Lemays head. He tries to apply the Tannmission on the mat! Lemay quickly climbs across the ring to the far side ropes! The referee informs to break the hold.. 1...2.....3...4...5... Referee Jacob Daniels realizes that he cannot disqualify anyone in this match some he grabs Tann's hands and forces him to break the hold! Falcoon - Tann always shows his vicious side in his matches. The man is crazy! Kissens - He's a legend in this place and around the world. His brutal violence is what makes Bryan Tann one of a kind. Bryan Tann allows Lemay to get to his feet. He goes for a spinebuster but Brian Lemay dodges the attack and reverses the move with an implant DDT! Tann is slow to recover and Lemay is back on the attack with a series of kicks to the ribs of Tann. Lemay stops and puts his arms in the air for the crowd to embrace him. Tann uses the momentary distraction to his advantage and delivers a low blow to Lemay! Before Lemay can fall to the mat Tann plants him face first with a lariat to the back of the neck! Tann shoots himself off the ropes and nails Lemay in the face with a sliding drop kick. Tann goes for the pin.. 1...2... Lemay kicks out! Tann rolls off Lemay then grabs Lemay's leg.. Ankle Lock! Tann locks in the submission! Lemay looks like hes going to tap.... Falcoon - Tann is excellent with submissions! Lemay suddenly jolts his leg forward and kicks Tann in the mouth. Tann loses his hold and falls backwards onto the mat. Tann quickly gets back on his feet but Brian Lemay hits a jumping elbow thrust to Tann's forehead. Lemay covers.. 1...2.. Tann kicks out! Lemay looks frusterated and grabs Tann by the head and pulls him towards the turnbuckle. Falcoon - He might be going for the P.o.P! He is in the process of setting Tann up and begins to climb the turnbuckle.. Suddenly Tann reacts, he steps to the middle turnbuckle and grabs Lemay.. They spin in mid air then Tann comes down with a huge spinebuster from the middle rope on Lemay! Tann seems out of it but manages to pin.. 1...2.. Kick out! Falcoon - A spinebuster off the middle rope and he kicked out! This is a hard fought match Ahooo! Kissens - OWF's finest.. And I mean FINEST! Falcoon - Gross... They lay on the mat for a few seconds.. Lemay slides out of the slide and tries to regain his balance... Tann is pulling himself to his feet after a hard fought match and the crowd is electric after what they've seen! As Tann gets to his feet, BRIAN LEMAY DRILLS HIM IN THE BACK WITH A STEEL CHAIR! TANN GOES DOWN! Falcoon - Why do we have to ruin such a hard fought match with this? Kissens - Because its what they fans wanna see? Falcoon - Oh.. Well its crap! Kissens - Here comes Kara! Lemay goes to drill Tann again in the back, ONLY TO HAVE KARA PULL THE CHAIR AWAY! Falcoon - Shes holding her own! But it took a woman to save Bryan Tann from losing this match. Kara is still holding onto the chair, not backing down from Brian Lemay as he begins to yell at her angrily. Kara finally releases the chair, standing defiantly in front of Lemay, and it seems to just be egging him on even more! Suddenly, the crowd begins to pop...DAEMON HAWK AND GLACIER OUT OF NOWHERE SLIDE INTO THE RING WEARING BMF T-SHIRTS!! Falcoon - Glacier and Hawk have the BMF logo on! Kissens - I told you Bryan was smarter then the average wrestler. Falcoon - The BMF group is reformed and man do they hold alot of influence! Kara grins evily to Lemay and simply gestures for him to turn around. When he does, he's met with a thunderous super kick from Glacier! The crowd pops LOUDLY as Glacier is fired up! Glacier then moves to help the fallen Bryan Tann to his feet as Daemon Hawk pulls Lemay up and drags him towards the corner! Falcoon - Wait wait wait! What's he...oh no...no!! HAWK ATTACK ON BRIAN LEMAY!! OH MY GOD THE HAWK ATTACK ON BRIAN LEMAY!!! I GUESS WE HAVE OUR NEW Bad Mutha Fukas!!! Bryan Tann finally makes his way to his feet and calls for a mic. Tann - When I decided to return to the OWF, I knew it was time to shake the fucking OWF to it's foundations! But, I also knew that I didn't want to do it alone. I knew that the best way to shake this bastard up was to reform the group that I helped make famous. The group that made the careers of it's members, and ended the careers of it's enemies. But I knew that I'd have to call in people that I KNEW were ready to live, The Lifestyle. So I watched from the sidelines. I wanted to find the people that Diamond Kid and company had decided to try and bury in the midcard with bullshit! And these three standing in the ring with me right now, are three of the most untapped talent this roster has! And I knew it was time! The time was NOW! So take a good long look OWF, because the Bad Mutha Fukas are back. If any of you lame ass Tonka Truck ridin jack asses wanna bring it, you know where we are! Because the BMF has ALWAYS BEEN THE MEASURING STICK IN THIS COMPANY, and that's not about to change anytime soon! They all scream out their famous statement. And if you aint' down with that, you can do more than suck it, YOU CAN FUK IT!!! The OWF logo spins and the screen turns black. |
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