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Alexis Cage walks down the corridor. She ignores all those she passes in the hallway. Her mind is obviously pre-occupied with something else. She stops in front of her locker room and opens the door. Everything is dark inside. They didn't even bother to have the lights on for her. With annoyance easily filling her features she flips on the lightswitch. Nothing. She cusses under her breath as if that will make the lights work. Of course it doesn't. That probably just wasn't the right one. She steps in a little further, her hand feeling against the wall for a different switch. She squints in the darkness as if it will help her see. Inching further into the room she continues running her hand against various pieces of wall. A loud sound fills the air behind her, she jumps in a panic before realizing it's just that the door has shut behind. Unfortunately now she can't see anything. Her heartrace is increased slightly, but this isn't a big deal. It's just more of an annoyance than anything. Can't these people get anything right? A star of her caliber shouldn't have to deal with this kind of shit. Finally her hand finds another switch. She flips it on. One dim light comes on in front of her, in the corner of the room. She sighs to herself, her face a mass of tension. Alexis - Well that's a little better. Fuckin ba.. Before her sentence can be finished a figure thrusts out of the darkness as if tearing itself from it. She screams in terror and raises her arms in front of her face defenselessly for a blow that never comes. The figure stops abruptly between her and the light. It's a mass of black fabric that seems more like flowing, tangible darkness come to life. Alexis looks up to see its face. What she sees brings another scream forth that is cut off into a gurgle of sorts as a mass of black forms into a hand around her throat. What could be so horrible in a face? The fact that she doesn't see a face, but rather just a reflection of herself in some sort of mirrored, metal faceplate of sorts. A twisted tittering of laughter seeps from behind the reflective surface. It sounds hollow. Alexis' eyes grow wide as she stares at her own reflection. The tittering cuts abruptly before a hollow voice is heard. An ancient voice that seems to cut right through her. Creature - Hello Alexis. You've been searching for yourself all this time. What's the matter? Don't you like what you see? The words are mocking and cruel. Alexis tries to break the creature's grip but she is unable to put much effort into it as she is transfixed on her reflection in the creature's face. The grip on her throat relaxes some. Alexis - Wha..What are you? What do you want? Her tone is almost pleading. Whether she is sure she wants the answers to her questions or not the thing doesn't take long to respond. Creature - I am the reflection of all mankind. A wraith of sorts. You stupid people deny the truth about who you truly are, what you are truly capable of. I'm the personification of those things. I'm the monster inside everyone, brought to life. What I want is a different matter. You...are a liar. You lie to everyone around you. Most of all you lie to yourself. Look deep within me, deep within yourself. You think you've shown yourself horror? Do you think you've felt terror?! The Wraith jumps ontop of Alexis and pins her to the floor. The reflective mask presses against her nose. Angry laughter laced with malice echoes from behind the faceplate in her direction. She struggles against her aggressor but is unable to break free from it. Wraith - I will show you what you've been searching for. I will bring you terror. I will bring you pain! A black clad hand moves up in a dramatic fashion to the faceplate. Wraith - I'm sure you're asking yourself "oh why me?" or some such nonsense. I just want you to know that you've brought all this on yourself. Because you live you must suffer...Goodbye for now. With that the faceplate disappears into the darkness before the mass of black figure slices through the emptiness of the room and disappears. Alexis is left quivering on the floor, her eyes as wide as saucers as tears run down her face.
The Addiction camera's catch fire in Orlando Florida and we ready directly into a flashback from OWF Power Hour: The Championship Bash. 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 - Introducing Next.. Using his gaurenteed shot to compete tonight.. 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. The fans await Draco, chanting his name and echoing it off the walls. Heaven is on the way Suddenly Missy Janson's voice can be heard over the PA System again. Missy Janson - From Whitesboro.. New York... DRACO!! His music is restarted and the fans begin to get impaitent. The camera's cut backstage to Prez DK who is knocking on Draco's lockerroom door. Prez DK - Draco! Your on... No reply. Prez DK - DRACO! He screams while opening the door to see a trashed lockerroom. A letter is taped to the TV and reads "FUCK YOU.. I QUIT!" Prez DK - Get the fuckin camera outta my face. We fade out and come in nearly an hour later to the same arena. We are coming to towards the end of the Championship Bash. Alexis leans down and whispers something into Aphrodisia's ear.. Aphrodisia pushes her away and Alexis bumps her back against Jesse who stalks her from behind.. Alexis turns around quickly and strikes Jesse with a right hand!! Jesse swings back but Alexis ducks it then kicks Jesse in the gut... Burst - Jesse's head's between Alexis's legs.. Lucky bastard! Falcoon - UNLEASHED!! Burst - Oh shit. Falcoon - UNLEASHED!! I don't think Jesse Williams is a factor anymore... Oh no! Burst - Oh god this sucks.. Women and Mexican's shouldn't be aloud to hold the OWF title!.. Alexis Cage - I'd rather see... HER win that title then you! She screams to Jesse Williams watching him roll on the mat. Alexis points to Aphrodisia who gives her a quick nod before shooting herself into the ropes.... Aphrodisia leaps into the air, Alexis catches her but only for a second... ALLIE OOP!! Falcoon - Holy crap! Aphrodisia didn't even use a ladder! Alexis just helped her get to the first cable! Aphrodisia swings her body back and forth then manages to get enough momentum behind her to swing her body into the air and catch the next cable where a tag team once hung! Falcoon - Jesse get up! Burst - It's over Falcoon.. The OWF Title legacy has been ruined by a woman. First a mexican.. now a woman. Meanwhile on the stage a sliced and bleeding Kaige has made his way nearly to the top where a contract is stuff into a piece of steel.. He reaches out for it when suddenly a flame darts out and burns him in the chest. Falcoon - LOOK ON THE STAGE!! KAIGE IS ON FIRE!! He loses his grip and begins to fall.. A piece of barbwire snags his arm, flesh is ripped away as he hangs by a small piece of skin left on his bicept. Kaige screams in pain as he tries to find a place for his feet to catch, Falcoon - OH MY GOD!! That man may lose his fucking arm tonight!! Burst - Thats brutal! Even for us.. That's fuckin brutal! Angel climbs up cutting his hand on a razor blade in the process he lifts Kaiges up by his back until he comes unhooked then does a back drop with Kaige still in his arms off nearly top of the OWFtron!!! Falcoon - Angel might have just saved Kaige's arm, but the way they just landed on the stage I think they're both gonna have broken backs! Plague is trying to find a good spot to climb again and finds a hole.. As soon as he sticks his hand in it a flame shoots out! Burst - Ohh fuck! OW! Plague shakes his hands and puts it in his mouth trying to cool it down, but the damamge has already been done. Back in the ring Aphrodisia has climbed up to where the PDA title was hanging.. Alexis Cage is at the top of a ladder and grabs the spot where the Compound title hung. She pulls herself up to the next notche where a tag title hung.. Falcoon - Will Aphrodisia go all the way?!? Burst - Oh get the fuck outta here.. Not thing guy! Falcoon - It's Chris Green!! Chris Green shoots down the rampway and slides into the ring.. He runs up the ladder and reaches for Aphrodisia's foot... Suddenly Alexis swings forward and kicks Chris Geeen! Green wobbles backwards on the ladder nealy falling off the ladder! Alexis leans back and swings forward again with her feet.. Chris Green grabs her feet this time and yanks her legs hard.. She loses her grip and Chris Green releases her. Falcoon - OH MY GOD!!!! The emtion and concern can be heard in his voice as Alexis begins to fall! She goes face first into the top step of the ladder then flips upside down in mid air before landing with her neck and shoulders jack knifed into the mat. Falcoon - Oh my god Nick.. I think she's hurt bad. Burst - Get a damn stretcher down here! Jesse is back up and Aphrodisia makes her way over to the spot at the Network Title hangs.. She's very careful at this point and running low on energy.. The fans begin to chant for her, knowing her quest in the OWF title! Chris climbs back down the ladder and Jesse climbs up, Chris follows him pushing Jesse up with his shoulders... Falcoon - That's team work! Jesse gets to the top of the ladder and Chris uses his shoulders to push Jesse up higher.. Jesse reaches the spot where the Cruiserweight title hangs.. Aphrodisia is struggling to reach the OWF title belt, her arms are getting weak and the fact that she is 35 foot in the air doesn't help.. Jesse quickly uses his upper body strength to pull himself up to the PDA title cable.. Then he reaches up and grabs the WoW title cable! Falcoon - Aphrodisia and Jesse Williams are neck and neck right now!! Aphrodisia swings her body and her and Jesse begin to chicken fight 40 foot above the ring. Burst - Someone's bound to die tonight... Meanwhile Plague is nearly to the top of the OWFtron and reaching out for the contract, but finds that the hole it's stashed in is covered in razor wire! Kaige is being carted off my medics, Angel is still laying on the stage lifeless... Falcoon - I dunno which one to watch! Jesse climbs up the cable, his feet kick off the WoW title! It floats down to the ring and lands on Alexis's broken body. Stretchers immediantly are qued and they come for Alexis. Missy Janson - STILL Your WoW Champion... Alexis Cage!! Jesse pulls himself up to the OWF title notche.. Aphrodisia is nearly their... She reaches forward and claws Jesse in the chest, raking her nails until blood begins to gush!! She reaches for the OWF title and has it in her grasps! Falcoon - OH NO! OH NO!!! Aphrodisia unclips the belt!! Falcoon - NO NO NO! Missy Janson is raising the mic to her mouth to announce it! But Jesse lunges at her in mid air releasing his hands from all cables!! Falcoon - HOLY SHIT! That's suicide! Jesse lands ontop of Aphrodisia's body and they swing together on the network title cable 40 plus feet above the ring! Falcoon - Their flirting with death Nick! Burst - Unbelievable.. We almost had refried mexican in the mat! Jesse and Aphrodisia swing the cable trying to reach the OWF title.. Jesse pulls himself up the cable a little more and leaps off. You can see him praying in mid air as his index finger catches the send of the OWF title strap... A button comes undone and Jesse panics trying to climb using the unsteady title.. Jesse manages to reach the cable that holds the OWF title and pulls himself up then unhooks the title! Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen... Your NEWWW OWF World Champion... Jesse Williams!!! Aphrodisia reaches forward and punches the hanging Jesse in the nuts... Jesse loses grip!!! Falcoon - NO! NO! The match is over! He falls for the OWF title cable but manages to regain himself in mid air and catch a tag team title cable on his way. Falcoon - That woulda killed him. That match was INSANE! Suddenly from above Aphrodisia Jordan lunges down with the Network title in her hands and lands ontop of an unsuspecting Jesse Williams who is still hanging from the cable. He loses his grip on the impact!! Both competitors crash to the mat!! Jesse lands feet first and Aphrodisia lands ontop of him. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen.. Your NEW Network Champion.. Aphrodisia.. Jordan! The fans cheer them on, but I doubt they can hear it at this point. The focus goes to the stage... Plague is poking his hand into the OWF-Tron and the fans are booing him out of the arena.. He smiles then flips off the crowd.. He can taste the sweet victory! PA System - BREAKDOWN!! Falcoon - What the hell is this? Kinda late isn't it? Just as Plague reaches in for the contract is disappears... "Breakdown" by Breaking Benjamins begins to play and the fans are in a craze. About a minute into the song Draco steps out from the back, his face is bruised and his left eye is swollen shut. Behind him stands Prez DK.. All goes silent in the arena and Plague climbs down from the OWFtron. Prez DK - You know what... I was disappointed to hear you quit Draco! Draco - Yeah it was a suprise to me too... They both turn to Plague who is coming down to the stage. He walks over to DK and snatches the mic away with his burnt hand then cringes while switching hands. Plague - THIS IS BULL SHIT DK! Where the fuck is the contract!? Draco - This contract? He says cockily pulling it out from his pocket, Plague tries to snatch it away but Draco pulls it back and shakes his finger at Plague. Prez DK - Ya see.. Since Draco here got FUCKED outta his shot tonight.. I decided to let him in on a little secret... Draco nods seeing Plagues face turn bright red. Prez DK - Their's a ladder that leads right up to this contract right behind the stage.. All you really had to do is think outside the box! Plague swings at DK but Draco grabs Plague's burnt hand and squeezes it.. He lets go then delivers a thunderous superkick to Plague! Prez DK - When you want that shot Draco? Draco - Right now sounds good... The fans leap to their feet as DK stops to think then gives the "OK" nod. Prez DK - Have at it kid... We fade out and back into another flashback just as Power Hour ends. Jesse flops over Draco.. 1...2... Draco Kicks out and the fans love it!! Jesse is out of it, using the last bit in his tank on that move... Draco slowly rises holding his ribs. Draco points to a 20 foot ladder at ringside still set up from earlier... He pulls Jesse out of the ring with him then places Jesse onto his shoulder and slowly begins to climb the ladder. The entire arena rises to their feet! Burst - This is crazy! Draco just finish him!! Draco reaches the top with a lifeless Jesse Williams.. He sets Jesse on the top... The entire arena inhales holding their breath.. The referee isn't even counting, just watching in amazement! Draco climbs up another step then jumps up wrapping his legs around Jesse's head and locking them tight. He falls back off the ladder spinning backwards and spikes Jesse's head into the mat!!! Falcoon - THE HELLACIOUS FOR THE TOP OF THAT LADDER INTO THE RING!!! The fans begin to chant "HOLY-FUCK HOLY-FUCK HOLY-FUCK" Draco can feel the effects of the move on his spine but manages to make the cover the fans count along ...1....2....3! Missy Janson - HERE IS YOUR WINNER... AND NEWWWW.. OWF CHAMPION.... DRACO! Falcoon - The show will be remembered for one thing... The Atlanta SCREWJOB! FUCK YOU DK!
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.
The camera's take you live into the heart of Florida, the city of Orlando! Fans have packed the O-Rena but another unfortunate un-sellout event for the OWF. Black drapes are drawn over the top balcony and fans that paid for the cheap seats have been moved closer in. At ringside Gordie Falcoon and Nick Burst sit by waiting for their cue. Falcoon - Their you have it folks.. Thursday April 12th will be forever known as the Atlanta Screwjob to the OWF! Burst - Hey what the hell happened to the fireworks and explosions and stuff? Falcoon - DK is cutting the budget. Cheap ass. Probably use it to buy drugs. Burst - Meth's a hell of a drug Falcoon... HELL of a drug! Falcoon - We should have Piter Svoboda come out and hold up some sparklers or something. Get this crowd into it.. Ya know? Burst - Yeah. Or have Jesse Williams bring out some Mexican jumping beans! Falcoon - HE'S-NOT-MEXICAN! Damn... Burst - Maybe Plague can come out with some hoozers eh? Falcoon - Your jokes are stale. Burst - Blame the writers.. Not me! Thrown away by Vast hits the speakers and the Imperium symbol is on the OWF tron flashing and then a burning weed leaf symbolizing the end of Cold Grass is shown...Green appears at the foot of the ramp with a very serious look on his face..A chant of Frost Frost Frost starts to mount as He walks down to the ring with a pair of rayban sunglasses and dressed in a white button shirt and jeans. He steps into the ring taunting the fans a little bit the entire arena is literally shaking with “Frost Frost Frost” chants. Green calls for the mic. Green - Frost Frost Frost... The fans explode into cheers. Green - So I guess its ok to be a fan of the biggest disgrace in professional wrestling history is it?? Fans start to chant asshole asshole Green - Damn right I am an asshole. I got some shit to lay on the table. Kids you may want to hold your ears because what is about to be said is contriversal to say the least! Cameron Fucking Frost. Welcome to the god damn party? What may I get for you sir? Maybe a nice glass of SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! My god you had the balls to turn on the one man who basically kept your career a float for basically the last so many years. The legacy of Cameron Frost. I kept it alive. I kept it in the hearts of all the fans out there. A man who was unbeatable. Call him the HUMAN CYBORG! Obsessed with winning. Obsessed with being the best. Including stepping on people like myself to achieve it. I let it fly though. I let it go. Now here we are. Last week that superkick showed me what you are all about. Roll the footage now. Repeated over and over again is Green getting superkicked right in the face... the fans explode into cheers and laughter. Green - I bet you all would find that funny. Hahahahaha. Look at that stupid pothead getting what he deserves right? A nice KICK IN THE FACE! Oh my god a new friendship was formed. Can I hold back my tears of joy? Diamond Kid and Cameron Frost are now buddies!!! Frost I think its time that all these fans KNOW THE truth. Yes the truth sir. Your career? Your legacy? It’s a FARCE. Its basically nothing more than you being a major addict throughout your career. Call it steroids, call it drugs. You sir became a product of the drugs you did. So you fans out there? Still want to follow this rehabbed piece of shit? Give me a break. I throw a bottle of pills in his face and boom he will probably overdose for the 56th time. Then we get to hear the excuses, the quitting over and over again. Leaving me high and try over and over again. Cameron Frost. The fact that maybe I had a little more faith in you that you would do the right thing and ACCEPT returning back to the stable that MADE YOU. Instead you took a big shit on me and fucked me over. I guess that’s the thank you I get for carrying your sorry ass for all the years I did. Green starts to pace around the ring shaking his head. Green - Back in the very beginning we were a team. A team that couldn’t be beat. There was literally hundreds of wrestlers that wanted to be a part of the legacy that WAS Cold Grass. Call it a revolving door people came people went. One thing was always constant though. Chris Green and Cameron Frost were COLD GRASS. Until...I met someone that was lets just say BETTER THAN YOU. Someone MORE CONSISTANT THAN YOU. Someone that to me is more of a friend than YOU EVER WERE. Someone that proved night in night out that he was simply that damn good. Someone with more heart than you. I am sorry to say, but Jesse Williams is more of a legend than you ever were. Lets roll back the clock shall we? The 3 of us were Cold Grass. As usual YOU VANISH without a trace. Probably busy getting put in jail for the 567th time or overdosing on whatever drug you were on. What happened? Lets just say Jesse Williams and myself DID all the work for you and when your lifeless body showed up to the arena for that card you won it Thanks to me and Williams. The constant disappearances. Then re appearances. Then came you being a cheating lying sack of shit over and over again. Then you pulled the GHOST masked man bullshit. Like it had NEVER been done before. I knew it was you from the jump, but figured lets see how far he takes this. You then CHEAT and LOSE to Bane. Who picks up the pieces? JESSE WILLIAMS. 2 matches later Williams beats Kiel for the world title. Burst - Are you fucking kidding me? He's putting this building to sleep. Falcoon - He's stating history and it's important! Burst - Leave it for a fucking class room. This is a wrestling ring. Fuck.. I'm gonna go buy some beer. You hear his head set fall to the table as Burst leaves ringside. Green - Your nothing more than a forgotten piece of shit. Nobody ever knowing that you in fact were Ghost. So you go back into vanishing mode. We meet in Nashville. You join OWF and what happens? ANOTHER DISSAPPOINTMENT!!!You LOSE TO NATHAN GRAY. Then you claim that Bryan Tann screwed you? Green just continues to pace. You can tell the anger in his voice the pure emotion... Green - Tann didn’t screw you. YOU SCREWED YOU! Cameron Frost you haven’t done shit in years. Hell Gavin Payne has done more than you. Hell DOMINATOR HAS 2 WINS ON YOU!!! What does that say about Cameron Frost? It says that you my friend are nothing more than a has been. Meanwhile what has Chris Green done? Win 5 world titles including 2 OWF world titles! I have done enough in this business at this point that I could walk away one of the greatest to ever step foot in an OWF or ASW ring. You sir have a lot to prove still. My guess is that you won’t stick. The 1st time you lose you will just vanish back into whatever HICK town you really came from and do fightclub in a WALMART parking lot. Its truly sad. You had so much potential Frost. So much its just sad that your EGO is too big for this game. So go ahead beat a few jobbers claim that your great and then when you step in the ring with someone like Williams here you will just get your ass kicked, your ego broken and then we will hear the famous quote Cameron Frost that I have heard many times... "I quit" QUIT WHILE YOUR AHEAD AND DON’T WASTE ANYONE’S TIME YOUR NOT WELCOME HERE. Wipe the Tears by Machine Head hits as the fans go silent for a moment wondering who in fact is entering? Suddenly the Imperium logo flashes on the OWF tron and the fans explode into thunderous boos... Out walks the tag team champions. Exile. Sadistic grins on their faces... They walk half way down the ramp and slide into the ring. Green - Let me first introduce. Your TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS EXILE!!!! Green laughs as he points to Angel and Plague who hold up their tag team champsionships Green - Who would have thought it? Chris Green in the same ring with Exile and us working together NOT AGAINST each other. How many times this week have I been asked? Why did this happen? Why did this take place?? Why Why Why!? Green pauses for a moment Green - Take those whys and SHOVE THEM STRAIGHT UP YOUR ASSHOLES. Kaige. I will address you. You were nothing more than in my shadow. My legacy overshadowing you being nothing more than a fresh faced rookie. You were disappointing me. You were failing miserably. Look at this ring right now? You see the best. 3 of the absolute best. You on the other hand are very new to this. I know I know. It hurts. It hurts you that I turned my back on you. I heard that you were crying up a river. Kaige I am right here. If you have the guts face me. If you have a set of testacles which I doubt you do. Show me what your made of! Now we move on to Spaz who will go down in my eyes as the WORST heavyweight champion this federation has ever seen. Spaz you were a disgrace to that championship. Green points to Angel. Green - That right there is someone who will bring honor back to that championship. Spaz you are your only fan in my eyes. Nobody thinks you have the talent. It took you 10 fucking years to get a world title and you held it what? 1 week! I wrestle 7 weeks and became champion back when ASW was worth a shit. I saw you signed some sort of contract with that federation. What a joke you are. Go back to that fed. The door is open for 2nd rate pieces of shit like yourself. Green shakes his head. You hear the sound of the commentary head set being picked back up. Burst - What did I mi... Oh my god he's STILL fucking talking? I just walked to 7-11 and he's STILL talking! Falcoon - SHHHHH! Burst - Oh fuck... you. Green - Its sad really. I have heard what people think of me. I am a manipulative bastard. I am a whiny bitch. I love that one. The best one yet though is being called the devil himself! I love it. All those things mean one thing. I AM DOING MY JOB. Everyone wants the day that the evil sadistic son of a bitch CHRIS BY GOD GREEN is beaten and run out of this business for good! Problem is IT WONT EVER HAPPEN. Now tonight Jesse Williams couldn’t be here. The fans immediately cheer at the sound of that. Burst - Jesus christ.. I'm gonna go shoot myself. Falcoon - Good. Burst - I know! It's better then listening to this shit. I'm putting my IPOD in. Green - Shut the fuck up. Jesse Williams was SCREWED. You heard right SCREWED! Williams is the fucking franchise and what does he get for it? A cheap shot by draco. Does Williams get another chance? NO HES BURIED by you guessed it? Diamond KID. Way to go DK. DK your nothing more than a disgrace. Jesse Williams has only CARRIED YOUR FUCKING ASS for years. Maybe next time you will actually use that little ashed up blunt in your head you call a brain before you screw him. Now without any more further adieu the FUTURE of this business. ANGEL AND PLAGUE THE WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! Plague takes the mic away from Green. Plague - Thanks Chris... The fans boo him so loudly, but Plague looks up and removes a pair of Oakley sunglasses and closes his eyes and lifts his head up to look at the lights. He takes in the boos as if they were cheers. Suddenly he looks back down at the fans with a smirk on his face. Plague - I bet everyone in this arena is sitting on there right now with the same question in their head. Why Plague? Why did you turn on HF? Why did you turn on your friends? The answer to this is simple. I was better then them. I was better then them...and me personally, but I prefer to be in a stable where the whole thing is my equivelant. Now I heat murmurs in the back, that I got lucky. Well FUCK LUCK! Draco, did you really think that luck got me a title reign off of my best friend? Did you really think that luck got me three time tag titles? A Cruiserweight title? If so then that is a fuck load of luck. You attribute every single accomplishment that everyone else has had...to fucking luck. You attribute every lose that you have had to...luck. Well it appears that Lady Luck has been busier then a three dollar hooker in this fed. You just might want to consider this Draco...that you are a piece of shit wrestler. If you actually had some form of talent...then you would be here...in this ring with three of the four greatest OWF wrestlers of all time! Fans once again erupt in boos... Plague - Hey, dumbshits...shut up and show some fuckin respect to greatness like us. To every fan out there...everyone that thinks we’re garbage. In the back of your mind you know that you are just following the rest of the mob. You know that you are just pretending that the future of sports entertainment does not reside in this stable. If you seriously think that anyone outside of Imperium is actually any kind of skill...then you are all a little bit more inbred than you look. Burst - Oh my god... Now Plague's gonna talk for thirty minutes!? Well goodnight OWF fans, See you next week. Falcoon - It hasn't been THAT long. Burst - It's 7:28 Central Time! 28 fucking minutes! Come on! BOOOOO!!! BOOO! YOU SUCK!! Plague begins to pace around the ring... Plague - How many champions have not been Imperium? Two. How many fucking titles have been held in Imperium over each of our history? Two for me, One for Angel, Two for Chris Green and Three for Jesse Fuckin Williams. That is eight titles. That means that the four of us have held more titles then every other bitch in this fed right now. You’ve all seen us separately. You’ve all seen us fight individually...now what do you all think we can do as a stable? I leave it to you to think of a suitable answer for that. Angel grabs the mic and the crowd explodes into thunderous boos for him. Burst - NO NO NO NO NO.... Don't give him the mic.. Ahhhh DAMN IT! He smiles as do the other members of Imperium, and he brings it to his lips. Angel - As undeniably brilliant as these people are, Plague...I think I’m going to have to take over here. You see....I don’t think anyone can truly comprehend what we can do as a stable. Fuck man...I can barely comprehend it. Just look at this. Words....they just can’t even begin to describe the damage we will do. And I can tell you right now, when I get my hands around that fucken title, the shit is really gonna hit the fan. I’m going to put Draco through the biggest fight of his damn life....seeing as how he can’t even handle Spaz, I figure I’ll prove worthy enough. So what....he beat a battered Jesse Williams. No offense to Williams, but my dead grandmother could’ve taken that title from him. So far, Draco has yet to go through a real challenge for that belt. Well, times are about to change. I’m going to take that belt, and I’m going to make it worth something, and I’m going to show why Imperium is the best stable around. Not only that, but I’m going to show every fucken member of HF why they should stop fondling Wolf’s balls and take a whiff of reality. We left because you suck! Face the facts! Every damn one of you! You all suck asshole. Why do you think Hell’s Fire has never gotten any recognition? Why do you think that the only way for Hell’s Fire to receive attention is for someone to start bitching? The fans don’t know whether to boo at Angel or boo at the mention of Hell’s Fire, but either way they are booing. A lot. Angel - It’s because Wolf has you all so brainwashed you actually think you’re worth something! Prissy? Spaz? Dark Lord!? C’MON PEOPLE! That’s the biggest fucken joke I’ve ever heard! You actually think me and Plague want a piece of that? Hell, you woulda never even HEARD the name Hell’s Fire in OWF if it wasn’t for this team of Exile. All those pussies can bitch and bitch all they want, because they know their all going to drop to the bottom of the barrel. The second we left them they knew it, and they know it now. So that’s all I have to say. I’m tired of hearing all the complaints and bitching, and why why why’s about Imperium. Like Green said....take it all, and shove it up your assholes. You’ll see exactly why when Imperium shows up at your door and makes you wish you were never born. Just as Angel lowers the mic the OWFtron flashes and Prez DK comes to you live from his home in Phoenix, Arizona. Prez DK - Ohh my god.. Are you done? Congrats. That was the longest and most BORING speach in OWF history. Burst - He's right! Prez DK - Blah Blah Blah I'm Chris Green.. Blah Blah Blah my thong is giving me a wedgie. Do I need to ship you all a box of kotex? Your at without a doubt the whinest bunch of fucking cry baby bitches I've ever heard! The crowd cheers and Chris tries to pull the mic to his mouth. Prez DK - For god sakes somebody cut his mic before his constantly flowing cess pool mouth can even start! Green's mic is cut off. He throws it down and points at DK furious. Prez DK - Point at me all you want Jackass.. I'm not even in the building tonight. I had some buisness to take care of, but I wanted to come out and congratulate our NEW OWF Champion.. Nope.. NOT Jesse Williams.... DRACO! The fans cheer upon hearing the champions name. Prez DK - "Ole Jesse and the boys" tried to pull a fast one over on "ole boss hog" and screw Draco outta the chance to become champion. And look where that landed Jesse.. Sure he's a three time champion, but that means he lost it as many times as he won it! See, insted of playing fair, Jesse is now ... still in the hospital. Probably transferred back closer to home now. We offered him a chance to explain his side of the story, but he isn't "up to it". Instead he chose to make threats, so I had to do what any rational man would do. DK reaches into his suit jacket, pulling out a piece of paper from the breast pocket. Prez DK - This, right here, is a drafted contract that states Jesse Williams is forbidden to lay hands on me, unless it is in a OWF Ring, in a sanctioned match. Burst - WAIT, what. Falcoon - He's not going to challenge Williams, is he? Prez DK - Don't get your hopes up, Jesse Williams versus Diamond Kid part four will never happen. The "board" members had me put one stipulation in and that was it. Williams is expected to be here at next Addiction. If he decides he is still in too bad of shape, he'll have his pink slip in his mailbox tuesday morning. Falcoon - Harsh words from DK. But Williams is so injured. Burst - Blah, He's faking it. Falcoon - He damn near broke his neck and hasn't been heard from since, Nick. Show some god damn compassion. Burst - ...Bitch. Prez DK - On and one FINAL thing... I just wanted to come on here and give you all a little hint as to who your opponent will be tonight Green.... PA System - OHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEEYYYAAA!! Green's eyes grow big as he hears the inmistakable voice. Falcoon - Is that???.... Prez DK - It's JUST who you think it is... And he'll see YOU.. Later tonight! Burst - Macho Man Vs Chris Green! Oh this night is gonna be good! Falcoon - The Macho Man Randy Savage? Is he REALLY here in the building tonight? Burst - You heard DK! The Macho Man is gonna be on Addiction! Falcoon - He didn't really say that. Burst - YOU SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH! Macho Man Vs Chris Green! I CAN'T WAIT! Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Triple Threat match under PDA rules... Representing The Compound... weighing in at 260lbs...CROW!!! Ladies and Gentlemen by Saliva creeps through the PA system as Crow appears on the runway wearing an ASW Tshirts. He stands on the enterance ramp and the crowd immediately erupts into boos. Such cat calls like “You suck DK’s left testicle” are heard as he makes his way down to the ring trying to shake hands with the fans. He arrives at the ring, and stops for a moment and is immediately bombarded with beer cups and hot dogs. Crow shakes his head and slides under the bottom rope. Falcoon - What a piece of shit to wear that shirt down our ramp. I heard he got his contract back in ASW. Burst - Probably had to (censored!! for legal disputes) Missy Janson - And his opponent...from Dallas TX...weighing in at 265 lbs...EJ SLAYER... Nothing happens. No music..Just a bunch of fans stareing at a blank stage. Missy Janson - I said EJ SLAYYYERRR!!!! Nothing...Missy shrugs her shoulders and is about to begin her next introduction. But suddenly Prez CJ steps out onto the ramp unintroduced. Prez CJ - Hang on a second Missy...EJ Slayer will not be able to compete tonight because of a flight cancellation. He is stuck in Dallas at this very second. The fans actually don’t care about this news as his music hits again and he waves to the crowd and enters back under the OWFtron. PA System - Yo...Man... The crows raises to their feet and gives the next man a staning ovation. Missy Janson - And his opponent...weighing in at 220 lbs. SAVAGE YOUTH!!!! Y’all Want a Single by Korn crashes through the PA like a freight train as Savage Youth runs out from the back. He throws his hands up high in the air as the fans constantly cheer him on as he makes his way down the ring. He stops halfway and behind him, on the jumbo tron the pyros go off making the word “Yo” visible behind him. Savage jumps up to the ropes and faces the crowd before entering the ring. Burst - And we are about to start the most useless match of the night... (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Burst - You know what I hate more than mexicans? Falcoon sighs. Falcoon - Alright.. I'll buy in. What do you hate more than Mexicans? Burst - NOTHING! HAHAH! I was gonna say Italian New Yorkers.. But that isn't true at all. Mexicans are way greasier. The ref calls them both to the center, Savage eggs on the fans as they begin to cheer loudly for him. He beckons them to cheer louder...but then Crow punches Savage hard in the face. Savage stumbles back, and Crow follows up with a hard running clothesline. Savage crawls on his stomach away from Crow, but Crow grabs his leg and spins him around and sends him flying back first into the turnbuckle pads. Savage slowly pulls himself up to his feet as Crow walks up and smashes a closed fist hard into the face of Youth. The fans begin to boo so loud, Burst and Falcoon have to cover their ears. Youth kicks out and smashes a kick to the side of the knee of crow. He jumps to the second rope and leaps off catching Crow in the forehead with a flying elbow. Crow sinks to a knee and Savage follows up with a hard drop kick to his face. Savage signals to the crowd and spins up wards on his hands and smashes a leg drop across the throat of Crow. He holds for the pin.. 1...2..KICK OUT!!! Falcoon - You kinda have to admire the kid... Burst - Why? He talks funny. I’m not even sure if he can speak English...let alone anything else. Crow gets up to his feet and Savage youth runs to the ropes...and does a flipping hand stand bouncing his legs into the ropes and flies off connecting hard with a flying elbow. Savage rolls to his feet and runs up to the top rope. SHOOTING STAR PRESS TO CROW! Savage flies almost in slow motion, perfectly completing the shooting star press and holding for the pin...1...2..KICK OUT by Crow. Burst - That. Was. The. Best.... Falcoon - Best what? Best what Nick? Burst - Kick out of course. Crow starts with a small barrage of punches that backs Savage up into a corner, Savage kicks Crow again in the knee and he leaps up executing a perfect Tornado DDT. Savage then...Yo Yo Splash!!!! Pins...1...2...3 "Sell-Out Sell-Out" the fans chant to Crow as he lays in the middle of the ring. Missy Janson - Here is your winner...Savage Youth!!!! PA System - Yo...Man... Y’all want a single by Korn hits the PA again...but is immediately cut off. PA System - THE PLAGUE HAS STRUCK!!! Burst - Oh god.. No more trash talk! Please! I submit!! The rythym of the drums hits the PA...but nothing is seen at the enterance ramp...then with the first scream the Pyros go off, showing Plague carrying a guitar walk out onto the enterance ramp. Plague raises a mic to his mout and begins to speak. Plague - Savage...good work tonight. Good job, keep that up we might have to find a use for you. Go hit the showers kid. Crow gets out to leave...but Plague stops him. Plague - Whoa Whoa...you stay right where you are. I’m not done with you yet. All I’ve heard from you all week is bitch this bitch that. I’m too good for the Compound. I’m better then everyone here. OWF basically sucks. Crow shrugs and nods his head...the fans boo even more... Plague - So I guess this explains why we pay you a half decent salary...and you haven’t even produced any kind of result yet? I guess that explains why you have lost two matches in a row to the same person? Crow shrugs again... Plague - Well, if your too good for the compound then you are too good for me. So right here right now. We finally get a piece of each other and I finally show you what it means to be a real wrestler. Got me? Crow beckons him down to the ring. Plague drops the microphone and his jacket and sprints down, leaving the guitar at ring side. He slides in and immediately, Crow begins to stomp at him. Plague grabs his leg and rolls him over and quickly scissors his legs into a death lock. Plague pulls back hard as Crow screams out for mercy. Suddenly Plague holds on with one hand and beckons for a microphone. Some one tosses him one. Plague - How do ya like that eh Crow? That hurt? Why don’t you tap? Crow, shakes his head and grabs the ropes instead... Plague - Sorry no ropebreak... Crow screams in protest... Plague - Hey tell it to the boss...oh wait that’s me. Plague pulls back a little harder and Crow taps for mercy... Plague - You know...I just decided that I would rather make it a pin only scenario tonight. Plague releases the hold and watches Crow get up to his feet. Plague raises the mic to his lips. Plague - Just like last time...alright come on boy.... Crow stumbles forward, but Plague sidesteps forward and smashes The Vaccine right into Crow’s face...but then immediately follows up with The Outbreak while Crow is still on dreamstreet. Falcoon - Did you see that Nick? Two finishers at once...that’s incredible... Burst - Pleasssseee NO MORE TRASH TALK! Crow now face up on the mat and Plague raises the mic to his lips and begins to speak again... Plague - 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10...the winner by TKO...Me. Plague. But that’s not all we have in store for you though, and there’s only one person crazy enough in this fed to do it. Spaz, come on down here. Suddenly Drain the Blood by The Distillers is heard over the PA and the fans once again get to their feet as Spaz jogs down to the ring. Meanwhile Plague rips Crow’s ASW t shirt off as Spaz gets in the ring. Spaz waves to the fans, and his eyes meet Plague’s and they stare each other down for a moment. Plague tosses him the shirt. Plague - OK Spaz, do your business. Spaz nods crazily and drops his pants and boxers...the crowd pops with horror and some excitement as Spaz pops a squat right over Crow’s face. After a few seconds a huge brown screaming coil blotches all over Crow’s face getting into his mouth as well.. Falcoon - That is disgusting... Burst - That’s ratings man...that’s ratings... Plague - HAHAHAHAHA...Crow I guess dealing with me all those years in ASW didn’t teach a damn thing. When you fuck with me, when you fuck with OWF...WE FUCK YOU HARDER!!! NOW GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY SIGHT!!! Spaz then takes the shirt...the ASW shirt and wipes his ass with it leaving a brown stain across it. He pull up his pants and picks up the shit in his hand and smears it all over Crow’s face. Spaz’s laughter erupts through the silience as the crowd erupts in cheers as to what just happened. Falcoon - That was... Entertaining? Burst - Finally The Imperium did something to make an impact! Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one! Introducing first.. From Houston Texas... Prissy! PA System - THE BITCH IS BACK!! The lights dim as "GOING UNDER" by Evanescence blares throughout the arena. Prissy walks out from behind the entrance. She pauses slightly giving just enough time to breath in the crowds reactions as she walks to the ring Missy Janson - And her opponent.. She is the OWF Network Champion... 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. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Aphrodisia and Prissy approach each other and meet in the center of the ring. Prissy says something and Aphrodisia responds with a hard right that sends Prissy reeling. Prissy holds her jaw, but quickly charges at Aphrodisia, but she is met with a stiff clothesline that sends Prissy flipping over onto her stomach. Aphrodisia wastes no time in picking up Prissy by her hair, to which Prissy responds with a back elbow to the ribs. Prissy stands and delivers a snap kick to the ribs of Aphrodisia who was doubled over already. Falcoon - Man, that has to hurt. Aphrodisia lays on the mat holding her ribs as Prissy stands above her. Prissy turns her back to the fallen Aphrodisia and she flips over completing a standing moonsault. She covers Aphro, 1...2...kickout! Prissy stands up, and delivers a stomp to the ribcage of Aphrodisia. Prissy attempts another stomp, but this time Aphro grabs her leg and pulls her down to the mat where Aphrodisia mounts her. Burst - What a reversal by Aphro. Aphrodisia starts to lay into Prissy with hard rights and lefts. Prissy tries to roll out of the way but Aphro keeps her legs wrapped around Prissy's hips to prevent her from getting free. Aphro gets in a few more punches, then eventually gets off of Prissy. Prissy checks her face for blood as Aphrodisia reaches down and grabs Prissy by her hair again, pulling her to her feet. She sets her up for a suplex in the middle of the ring, but Prissy hooks her leg and does not allow Aphro to pull her over. Aphrodisia tries again, but again Prissy hooks her leg. Prissy then swings Aphro around and nails a neckbreaker as the fans stand on their feet at Prissy's display. Falcoon - Prissy hasn't looked this good in weeks. Burst - You can't deny that. Prissy makes the cover as the referee drops into place..1...2...kickout by Aphrodisia. Burst - Aph is running on pure heart right now. Prissy wastes no time, in picking up Aphrodisia. She knees her in the midsection, then grabs her head and tucks it into a DDT position. Falcoon - Here comes a DDT from Aphrodisia! Instead of the DDT, she grabs both of Aphro's arms and hooks them. Burst - WRONG! Double arm DDT. She lifts her up into the air a bit, and then brings Aphro down right on her face with the double-arm ddt. She rolls Aphrodisia over and covers her...1...2...th- kickout! Falcoon - So close! Maybe if she hooked the leg. Burst - Hooking the leg is overrated. Falcoon - Oh yeah, how so? Burst - Ehhh, fuck you. Prissy gets up and looks frustrated, she walks to the opposite side of the ring and crouches down. Aphrodisia takes a few seconds to get up, but as soon as she is on two feet, Prissy charges. Aphro sees this and ducks. Prissy, with all her momentum, runs into the turnbuckle face first and stumbles out backwards. Aphrodisia seizes the opportunity and grabs her from behind and flips her over with a huge german suplex that stuns both women. The fans start cheering loudly. Falcoon - This is what womens wrestling is all about, Nick. Burst - For once, you're right. Falcoon - What? Burst - You're...white. PA System - I push my fingers into my eeeeyyeeeesss.... Falcoon - Are we finally gonna see a Duality/Prissy confrontation!? The fans leap up as "Duality" by Slipknot hits the PA system. The fans quickly turn their attention away from the match towards the ramp. The music stops and the fans give a sigh... Prissy turns back to Aphrodisia who catches her in the mouth with a handspring back elbow! Prissy lowers holds her lips as it busts open and blood begins to seep from it. PA System - It's the only way.. To slowly stop the acccchhheeee! Burst - Mind games. Way to make the bitch feel bad for dumping you! The song ques again and Prissy's head turns quickly to the ramp waiting for her former love to stroll down the ramp. The music stops and Aphrodisia takes another advantage kicking Prissy in the stomach then setting her into the pedigree position.. She pulls up the back of Prissy's shirt and rakes her finger nails across Prissy's back, tearing the skin away! Prissy tries to wiggle loose. Aphrodisia hooks her arms and slams her with a butterfly powerbomb! Falcoon - Thats a rare move! And man did it place it's toll! Prissy is motionless with her eyes closed on the mat. They cut to a replay and you see Prissy's head bounce off the mat on the impact. Aphrodisia slowly crawls over to Prissy and grabs her head then licks her cheek.. Burst - That's fuckin hot.. I don't care what you say.. It's hot! Falcoon - It's time for The French Kiss! Duality darts through the fans and climbs onto the aprion of the ring just as Aphrodisia is on the top turnbuckle. He grabs her by the throat but Aph punches him in the eye! The referee allows it but watches carefully.. Suddenly Duality manages to grab Aph and place her on his shoulders... Falcoon - Oh no.. Don't do it Duality! He whips her around once almost losing his footing on the aprion then tosses Aphrodisia into the referee! The ref hits the mat, Duality turns to look at Prissy laying on the mat and she begins to stir. He quickly darts from the ring before he can strike Aphrodisia again and the camera's lose sight of him in the crowd. Prissy is back to her feet, she climbs up the turnbuckle... Mirror Walk! Falcoon - The Hurricanronna into a pin! The referee stands up groggy and sees the pin attempt by Prissy but calls for the bell.. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen due to outside interference on behalf of Prissy.. The referee is has decided for a disqualification.. Resulting in the winner of this match... Aphrodisia Jordan! Falcoon - COME ON! Duality barely touched her! Burst - Who cares? Falcoon - I do! Burst - Your stupid... Crow stumbles into the backstage, all the staff members jumping out of the way of the shitfaced man. Man, does he reek. Well, what do you expect, with all the drugs and booze Spaz's shit has probably mutated into some sort of alien life form. But that's besides the point. Way besides it. Prez CJ puts his back to the wall and makes a gasping sound as he inches away from Crow. Prez CJ - Man.. You smell like SHIT! AAAHHHAAA! Crow stumbles against the brick wall, staff members continously avoiding him. He reaches out his right arm, and with his left he begins to scrape the shit out of his eyes. It's all smudgy and mushy, like homemade brownies. After he drags his fingers down his cheeks, creating a clear line in the pool of shit, he coughs and starts spitting out little fragments of Spaz's fudge dragon. A few of the staff members in the back put their hands to their mouths to stop the insane laughter, but Crow sees them all. Crow - Hey, stop it! Lea'me lone! He bursts out into a wave of hysterical tears, and starts pounding his fists against the wall like a three year old girl throwing a temper tantrum. The staff members can no longer hold in their laughter, and the hallway erupts with glee. That's right....glee. Crows sobs only get louder and louder as he tries to wipe the shit from his face. At this point, The Compound's right hand man Angel comes walking down the hallway, with a sincere look of sadness on his face. He comes up behind Crow and puts his hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. Angel - Hey it's alright man. Let's get you cleaned up. Crow looks hesitantly at Angel through shit covered eyes. Crow - mmm...kay. Angel motions for Crow to lead the way, and Angel follows behind, trying to silence all the staff members still laughing. They walk down the hallway for a bit, and then Angel stops in front of a doorway. Crow doesn't notice that Angel has stopped until Angel calls for him. Angel - C'mon Crow, we'll get that nasty shit off of you. Crow raises a shit smudged eyebrow. Crow - But that isn't my locker room. Angel - Why....of course it is. Now c'mon, before the smell implants itself into your skin. Crow - But-- BOOM! Angel nails Crow in the face with a right hand! Crow goes flying back into the brick wall, and sits down groggily as he stares around. Angel shakes his head in disgust... Angel - Damn ASW folk. Burst - Ewww He's got poo on his fist! He knocks on the door a few times, and realizes it's open. He pushes it open and peers inside. Standing inside looking at himself in the mirror is Carlos Manson. Carlos - Hi! I like flowers and rainbows! Angel - Yea, whatever. Angel bends down and grabs Crow by the collar, and he drags him into Manson's room. Manson looks down at the shitty man, and frowns. Angel - Have fun boys. He shuts the locker room door, and conveniently....right next to it is a huge steel case used for packing equipment. Angel musters all his strength and pushes it infront of the door. He stops for a moment, and listens closely. At first he hears nothing, so he presses his ear against the door. Manson - I WANT TO WATCH YOU DIE!!!!! The camera's cut back to ringside. Falcoon - Crow is getting exactly what he desurves. Burst - It's funny.. DK has no problem releasing a contract, but then tells the lockerroom what happened and they all form a union and make sure that the wrestler that turned his back in taken care of. I love it. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall.. Introducing first.. From Las Vegas, Nevada... Rip Lawson! The lights in the arena go out. A digital slot machine appears on the video screen. The sounds that accompany almost every slot machine cue up, and the action begins. As the tiles turn, we blaze through cherries, sevens, golden bars, and other permanent slot machine fixtures. Soon the tiles stop, each one before the other, each one revealing a seven. As the last seven appears, the screen starts flashing. The words JACKPOT blink in bright golden letters above the digital slot machine. "Ace Of Spades" by Motorhead blasts out over the PA System. Strobe lights then fill the entrance ramp, and out from behind the curtain steps one, Rip Lawson. Rip stands atop the entrance ramp momentarily, to take a look around. A spotlight quickly illuminates him. He slowly raises one hand into the air, and then makes his way towards the ring. Ignoring the fans, he makes his way up the ringside steps, and walks the apron, to the far turnbuckle. Once there, he ascends to the middle rope, and slowly raises one hand, once again. Rip then hops over the top rope, to the middle of the ring, and slowly removes his robe. The robe falls down the ring, revealing Rip's massively toned body, and his wrestling attire : custom made black tights, with the ace of spades, and ace of hearts on the back. Tall white wrestling boots, and black kneepads, each, with an ace on them. Both fists taped, with plain black elbow pads. The lights in the arena come back on, and the music fades, just as Rip puts his hair back into a pony tail. Missy Janson - And his opponent.. 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 - He is the OWF Champion... From Whiteboro 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 the opening bells of the match. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Draco wastes no time, immediately charging Lawson and tackling him to the ground with a cross body block. Before Lawson can even recover, Draco is on top of him trying to lay fists into his face. "The Coming Curse" by Iced Earth creeps over the PA system. Falcoon - Ahh here comes Angel with some redemption! The music plays for about 5 seconds then cuts off. Draco stops what he's doing to look around the arena Before we know it, Lawson has rolled on top of Draco, and immediately puts him into an arm bar. Draco quickly grabs the ropes, breaking the hold, but Lawson refuses to let go. The referee starts the mandatory five count, and Lawson lets go at four. He pulls himself back to his feet, grabbing Draco by his arm and drags him into the middle of the ring. He jumps and lands a standing leg drop onto Draco, which causes Draco to cough and grab at his wind pipe. Falcoon - The OWF newcomer is looking good against the champion. Lawson stands right back up, and goes for another leg drop, but Draco rolls out of the way as Lawson grabs his tailbone in shock. Draco rolls himself up to his feet, about the same time Lawson does. Lawson is met by a swift kick to the midsection, and Draco picks up and drops Lawson in a scoop slam right on his shoulder blades. "The Coming Curse" by Iced Earth hits again. Draco is stunned looking around again for Angel as the crowd begins to boo. Burst - Just come out like a man and face up to Draco! Falcoon - He's waiting for his time to strike. I can feel it! Burst - Your about to feel a boot up your ass. Lawson immediately grabs his shoulders and rolls himself away from Draco. The music stops and Lawson pulls himself on the ropes in time to see Draco charging him, he ducks down and back body drops Draco over the top rope to the outside. Draco's head crashes down on the ring on the outside, before he hits the floor. Lawson immediately pounces and exits the ring, grabbing the fallen Draco and sliding him back into the ring. He immediately slides in after him, covering him as the referee drops into place...1...2..kickout! Falcoon - Close one there Nick. Burst - I can see for myself. Falcoon - Yeah, but Draco is your butt buddy, right? Burst - What are you talking about? Falcoon - You know. Him...you....DK. Burst - No. I don't know. Falcoon - Oh, I think you do. Burst - There's a damn match going on, concentrate. Falcoon - Suuuure. Avoidance. That's the way to go. Burst - If your back was any wetter I'd say you where Jesse Williams in disguise. Falcoon - I wish! Burst - Ever been floatin' on the Rio!? Lawson doesn't get frustrated, he just picks up Draco immediately sending him with an irish whip into the far corner. The impact of Draco smacking against the turnbuckles sends him right down to the mat face first. He starts pushing himself up from a push up position, but Lawson quickly runs full speed at Draco, unleashing a kick so thunderous to the face and chest of Draco it echoes throughout the arena. Draco falls face first to the mat, and Lawson gets on top of him, hooking his arms and getting him into a camel clutch. Falcoon - Lawson is looking more and more impressive as this match goes on. Draco is right by the ropes, so he easily lays his foot on the bottom rope. Lawson, again, does not release the hold at the referees command, and waits until the four count to get off of Draco. He stalks the referee, who backpeddles quickly across the ring. Draco pushes himself up in the pushup position again as Lawson has his back turned to Draco as he argues with the referee. Draco notices this, and as he gets to his feet he slowly stalks up behind Lawson, who has no idea Draco is up yet. Draco grabs Lawson into a full-nelson, and flips him backwards completing a thunderous full-nelson suplex that stuns Lawson, and breaks up his adrenaline rush. Draco wastes no time, jumping up to his feet immediately. He walks over to the fallen Lawson and puls him up by his arm. He throws him across the ring with an irish whip and Lawson bounces off the ropes, when he comes back Draco trips him up with a drop toe hold that sends Lawsons face right into the mat. Draco stays on the mat and crawls over to Lawsons head, putting him in a headlock and trying to choke the life from him. Lawson grabs at Dracos bicep, trying to create room between his windpipe and Draco's ever tightening grasp. Lawson keeps struggling, kicking his legs, and eventually Draco realizes this isn't going to get him very far. Draco looks to let go of the hold, but at that point, Lawson pushes himself up to his knees and Draco tries to tighten the headlock, it does nothing to effect Lawson as he continues to stand up. He gets to his feet, and without a hesitation he brings his elbow up into the sternum of Draco. Draco's hold on his neck weakens, and Lawson grabs Draco around the waist, lifting him up into the air trying to reverse the headlock into a backdrop, but midway up Draco starts kicking his legs and Lawson looses his balance. Lawson falls face first, with Draco's arm still around his head and as Lawson hits the mat Draco connects with a bulldog. The fans all jump to their feet as Draco regains the upper hand finally! Without warning Angel slides into the ring from the back side! Burst - What a reversal by Draco. Falcoon - Theirs Angel! I knew it! Angel smacks the referee in the back of the head with his fist. The ref hits the mat and Angel instantly darts off the ropes and plants Draco into the mat with a clothesline! He looks out to the booing crowd and picks Draco back up.. Burst - Ahhh come on! That ref is a pussy! Get up and disqualify Lawson! Angel sets Draco up... Angel's Redemption!! Falcoon - This one is over! A huge upset by Lawson over the champion! Angel points to the confused Lawson who is standing in the corner. Lawson shrugs and pins Draco... Burst - BULL SHIT! Angel tries to revive the ref, slapping him in the face to wake him up. Falcoon - Get up and count ref!! Burst - BULL... SHIT! Finally Angel manages to wake referee Jacob Daniels up.. he crawls over to the pinfall as Angel slides out of the ring...The fans continue to boo and throw trash at Angel as he walks up the ramp laughing. 1...2... DRACO KICKS OUT! The fans nearly start a riot as they leap to their feet. Angel is stunned on the ramp with his jaw dropped! Burst - YES! Now kick his ass! Angel darts back down to the ring as Lawson pulls Draco up. Angel pushes Lawson away and kicks Draco in the stomach then DDT's him to the mat. The referee immediantly calls for the bell. He leans over the ropes and whispers into Missy's ear. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen.. Your winner due to a disqualification... The OWF Champion.. DRACO! Falcoon - You can't disqualify Lawson for what Angel did! Burst - They JUST did! Angel slides out of the ring and shrugs at Lawson who is stunned. Lawson leans on the ropes and points to Angel then flips him off! Falcoon - Uh oh.. Bad choice kid! Angel simply laughs while walking up the ramp and heading to the back.
Drain the Blood hits the PA and Spaz walks out in a state of rage. He has been trying to get over the defection of Angel and Plague and smokes the cigarette in anger. Not only that he lost his match at Power Hour. Spaz gets into the ring and grabs a mic from ringside Spaz - I guess I better explain my actions for beating the hell out of DK last week. Falcoon - Yes.. He.. Did! Burst - You better explain then start kissing some ass! Spaz - I The Misfit, am happy for taking out that asshole DK. Hell that cunt put me in two matches in one night and one of witch was a career ending match. Then the next week he had me fighting Draco for the title with that crazed lunatic Duality as the special referee. I got through those hurdles and then I am placed into a match witch would mean that I would lose not only my title but my pride as well. My pride comes in to affect after those fuckers Plague and Angel stabbed me in the back. I will get to them later... Back to my friend DK. Cunt you fucked me over. Fuck you won't admit but you did, and the thing about pissing off The Misfit is; you have to fucking suffer for your actions. DK you new of my talent when I joined, then you more or less handed me the PDA Title with a fucking bow on it. For 5 fucking months you through jobbers at me and when I get the fucking title you probably talked to your big wig buddies about how big of a god damn joke I am. Spaz starts to get booed and a smile crosses his face as he begins to light another smoke and pace around the ring. The chants of "You Choked" fill the O-Arena. Spaz - Eat Shit Orlando... Falcoon - Crow did! Spaz - On too my good friends Plague and Angel... The idiots that think the made HF what it is. Question guys? If you had a creation like HF then why in the fuck would you turn your back on your FUCKING CREATION... Like Manson; Green probably put into your heads that he was going to by you the oceans and get you to the fountain of FUCKING YOUTH... Tonight I am going to suprise the fucking world with my next fucking move. Just a little warning Angel - I am going to be a man and stab you in the front. As for Plague... Man you did what I always thought you would do? You fucking turned on me and HF. But HF is gone so you turned on me and me alone... I could give two fucking shits what Prissy and Lemay do... You and your bum buddy Angel made it loud and fucking clear that you want a fucking war and now I am going to fucking give you a war... The casulties will be four and the lone gun man(being me) will stand on the grassy knoll and laugh his fucking ass off when you two realize who the fuck you are dealing with. Burst - Wasn't he just in the ring with Plague pooping on Crow? Why didn't he just attack then? Spaz - After tonight the OWF will never be the same... Welcome to fucking hell Imposters, have your IDs fucking ready. Drain the Blood hits the PA and Spaz slides out of the ring. Falcoon - You really gotta watch throwing threats out to The Imperium! Burst - The guys got balls.. And we know he's no longer full of shit.. Falcoon - He dumped it all on Crow's face! Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall and a qualifying match for the Quest for the Best Tournament! Introducing first.. From Croswell Michigan... James Caine! A camera is shown backstage and shows security knocking on Caine's door. The song starts as the arena goes black. The camera backstage shows Caine walking in Top hat, and trench surrounded by security. Back in the arena the lights strobe twice with the guitar. At the guitar slide the lights begin to strobe continously with the beat, and as draiman screams a spray of ice-cold mist engulfs the entrance and Caine steps into the spray. He stands there freezing for a moment before stepping through and pumping the crowd. On his way to the ring he slaps some hands. He slides beneath the bottom rope and spins around and hops up. He then spins around and poses in a Shawn Michaels pose and the fans erupt. He then either stares down the ramp or at his opponent as he lowers himself into a seated position in a corner. At the bell ring He pulls himself up using the top rope. Missy Janson - And his opponent... A silence overcomes the crowd, followed by a defeaning eruption of cheers. Missy Janson -Making his first return to the ring in years... Cameron Frost!!!! Out of nowhere, in the midst of the fans, Cameron Frost appears. Wearing a dark leather trench coat, and an equally dark pair of shades, you can clearly see his wrestling gear ; black trunks, black wall boots, black kneepads, and black tape around his fists, he quickly makes his way down through the fans. While some fans hold out there hands, others pat him on the back. However, he pays them no attention, and several fans are left with their hands outstretched. A chant of Frost begins to echo throughout the arena, and slowly gets louder and louder. Falcoon - Oh my god my ears are ringing! Burst - Loudest ovation I've heard in years! Frost stops halfway down the stairs, and takes a look around. He relishes in the moment... A few seconds pass before he continues his path towards the ring. Finally he reaches the safety rail, and hops it. With tremendous grace Frost slides into the ring, and finds himself a nearby turnbuckle. He climbs to the second rope, and takes another look around. The crowd once again erupts. Burst - One thing is obvious.. Cameron Frost has been gone for WAYYYY tooo long! After a few seconds of posing, Frost drops down, turns about, and sits in the turnbuckle and waits... (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Both men square off. Falcoon - I can't wait to see the ring rust on Frost. Frost shakes out his arms, awaiting Caine to approach. Caine seems hesitant and slowly walks in closer. Eventually, both men tie up, with Caine getting the advantage with an arm bar he locks behind Frost's back. In a mere amount of seconds, Frost has reversed it, locking Caines arm behind his back. Frost releases the hold, though, pushing Caine across the ring. He nearly trips over his own feet but he catches himself before he falls. As he turns around to face Frost he is met, right away, with a stiff right hand that knocks him onto the heels of his feet and back into the corner. Frost pounces, lifting his knee into Caine's sternum twice in a row, doubling him over. Frost tucks Caines head between his legs and lifts him up, then falls backwards nailing a piledriver that shocks Caine so bad that he lays motionless for a few seconds before reaching to grab not only the top of his head, but his neck as well. Burst - Yeah, that sure looks like some ring rust. Falcoon - Pfttt. Just wait! Frost wastes no time and covers Caine...1...2...kickout. Frost pounds the mat in anger and points at the referee as he remains on his knees. As Frost stands, he pulls Caine up by his hair with him. Frost pushes him up against the ropes, then irish whips him across the ring. Caine bounces off the ropes and comes running back, as he does Frost grabs him and nails a huge tilt-a-whirl slam that immediately sends shockwaves up and down the back of Caine. Frost stands, walking away from Caine and positioning himself across the ring in a squating position. He lays in wait as Caine is struggling to get up to his feet. Burst - Still waiting, Gary... Falcoon - Shaddap! My name is.. Fuck it. Burst - Look, Frost is gonna finish him soon. Caine finally stands and turns, as he does Frost charges at him at full speed. Caine side steps him at the last second and Frost's attempted spear misses and he is sent through the top and middle rope, shoulder first into the ring post. Falcoon - HA! I told you! Burst - Shit. Caine, still holding his ribs with his right hand, uses his left and points to his head signaling he is smart to the crowd. Falcoon - Yes, you are smart Caine! Meanwhile, we see Frost is barely phased by the collision with the steel post. He shakes it off a bit as he pulls himself back into the ring completely on his two feet. Caine has his back to him. Falcoon - Oh what the hell! Caine finally stops gloating, and turns back around but before he can even get all the way around he is met with a HUGE superkick to the jaw from Frost, sending him down to the mat like a ton of bricks. Burst - Yeah, turned his back on Cameron Frost- REAL smart. Falcoon - DAMNIT! Frost drops down into place, covering Caine quickly as the referee drops into place...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Here is Your winner....Caaaameron Frost! Burst - What's the matter Gravey? Worried about your precious little Imperium? Falcoon - NO! Shut up! All of a sudden the feed cuts completely. Or does it? Either way, we're thrown into complete and utter darkness. For a moment there is nothing. Not the roar of the crowd, not the hustle and bustle of the backstage area. The darkness is blinding, the silence deafening. Overhead, a lone lightbulb begins to flicker and surge with light. With each pulse of yellow, the scene becomes clear. Dusty old equipment litters the cold cement floor, a few gym mats and vending machines are stock piled in corners of the small room. The light pulses again, and this time the faint silhoutte of a man can be seen leaning against one of the brick walls. Another surge, and his long blonde hair gleams in the darkness. The light isn't bright enough to make out any specific details, the only thing we can hear is the flickering of the light and the deep breathing that floats through the air. With another flash of the light we see a figure move behind the man, and in the darkness, we can hear it shuffling quietly. Falcoon - What the hell is this? The man leaning against the wall turns his head. He looks into the darkness behind him....nothing. He waits for the light to flash...nothing. He scanned the room further, sensing a presence no matter what his eyes told him. A deep sigh filled the air as the man shoved his hands back into his pockets. He begins to turn his head back around when the dim light pulses and he catches a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. Silver? Metal? Something that reflected the light sharply. He spinned his head around into the darkness, breathing heavier now. At first, he could see nothing. Then the light flashed, and two things were revealed. The man in the room was Angel, and he was looking coldy at a reflection of himself. Falcoon - Is this place haunted or what!? The mirror image moves oddly from side to side for a moment. Each movment causing the darkness around it to pulse in the opposite direction, as if flowing behind it. Nothing is said. No explanation given. Nothing. Angel looks at his reflection, his face drained of emotion, his mind tied with thoughts of horror and curiosity. The light flashes to darkness, and the reflection is gone. Angel pushes himself up off the wall, now standing straight up and facing the void in front of him. The light pulses again, and this time his reflection is closer. His instinct is to take a step backwards, but he's inable to move as he stares into the coldness of his own eyes. The light burns out again, and he's left in the darkness. He listens to barely audible sounds. He can't make out what they are. His instincts are to protect himself, but from what? Falcoon - Just get outta there! The light flashes on again and it takes every fiber of courage in his body to keep from jumping back as a reflective surface with an image of his face now is only inches in front of him. He can see his breath actually creating fog on a small section of the surface. After a few moments of hesitation, Angel's arm begins to rise. The reflective surface doesn't waiver. His arms slowly reaches up, and it's brushes the edge of the mask, getting ready to take it off. Just then the light flashes out, and darkness overwhelms him. His arm reaches out, but where the figure once was, there is now nothing but air. His body freezes for a moment, and then the lights pulses again. There is nothing in front of him, and it's almost comical as he stands there, his arm outstretched, reaching for nothingness. He scans the room, seeing nothing, but sensing everything. As his arm starts to drop he notices a small piece of paper on the ground in front of him. He bends to pick it up, and turns it over gracefully in his hands. On one side of the paper, written in his own handwriting, are the words "I'll get you out." He stares at the paper in horror, and the light behind him explodes for good, leaving nothing but darkness, and the sound of Angel's heavy breathing. Falcoon - Weird stuff has been happening all night in this arena. Burst - I think he dipped into Alexis's stash. We cut backstage once again to show Chris Green and Plague sitting in the lockerroom. Green - Does my eye look swollen to you? Green pulls his eye lids apart and Plague laughs. Plague - No man your eye looks fine. The door opens and Angel walks in. Angel - Man something fuckin weird is goin on ton... He's cut off by Green who stands up still holding his eye open. Green - Angel.. Does my eye look swollen? Angel - No. anyway.. Green - Punch me in the eye! Angel stops and stares at him strangely. Angel - I'm not gonna punch you in the eye... Green - Please? Angel - No. Plague - I'll do it! Plague leaps up and gives Green a solid right hand to the eye. Green gasps stuck in shock as he cringes while holding his eye. Green - Owwww..... But thanks. I think. Plague - Anytime pal! He says slapping Green on the back as the camera's cut to the ring. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for a triple tables match! Introducing first.. From Ancient Sumeria... Dark Lord! The druids take their place on the stage and down the ramp as the lights dim and his music hits. A dim fog covers the stage as Dark Lord rises from below. He trails down to the ring and awaits his opponent. Missy Janson - And his opponent.. He is one half of the OWF Tag Team Champions... From Smithtown New York.. 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. PA System - BREAKDOWN! "Breakdown" by breaking benjamins hits and the OWF Champion steps out on the stage to an ovation of cheers. He adjusts his OWF title before bringing the mic to his lips. Draco - Nope Nope Nope. Don't you worry about me. I'm just here to watch. Angel looks annoyed as he points up to Draco warning him to stay away from the ring. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Immediately, Angel goes right for Lemay knocking him right to the mat with a hard clothesline. Lemay crumbles to the mat, nearly passing out as he smacks his head on the mat. As he recovers, Angel quickly walks to the corner, looking to grab the table that rests up against the turnbuckle. Falcoon - Here we go. Lemay gets up quickly though, and spears Angel down to the mat before he can get his hands on the table. Lemay mounts Angel and starts throwing closed fists to his face, but Angel quickly shrugs off the glancing blows and pushes Lemay off of him. Both men stand to their feet at the same time, as Lemay charges Angel again. This time, Angel catches him around the throat and lifts him straight into the air. He throws him down with both hands, completing the sidewalk slam through the table resting in the corner. Burst - Well, there's one. Falcoon - That was quick, this match may be over before we know it. Angel rises as Lemay holds the back of his head while laying in the mess of broken table shards. Angel wastes no time as he drags Lemay by his hair to the center of the ring, where Angel pulls him up to his feet. Without wasting time, Angel whips him into the ropes and when Lemay runs back Angel bends over and sends him flipping over the top rope with a Back Body Drop that sends him crashing to the cement floor, barely missing one of the tables already set up on the outside. Falcoon - That could have easily made it 2-0 in favor of Angel. He clearly means business tonight. While Lemay holds his back on the outside, Angel walks over to the corner opposite where he put Lemay through the table and pulls the table laying up against the turnbuckle off. He lays it down and kicks out the legs, securing them in position. He bends over and flips the table up onto it's legs. Lemay isn't back to his feet yet, so Angel stops waiting for him to get back into the ring and he steps through the ropes and hops down to the outside. Lemay is about to his knees at this point, and Angel wastes no time. He grabs the head of the bent over Lemay and stucks it between his legs. He grabs him and lifts him up into position..) Burst - God damnit. Angel has him up in the position for Angel's Redemption and throws him down with all the force in his upper body. Lemay goes flying, and eventually crashing through the table he nearly went through before and he smacks his head down on the concrete floor, opening a wound on the back of his head. Burst - Two to nothing now. Falcoon - What's the matter Nick? Realizing Imperium is still as dominant as ever. Burst - No, I have stocks in the company that makes those tables. Falcoon - Really? Burst smacks Falcoon in the back of the head Burst - Call the damn match. Angel wastes no time as he grabs Lemays leg and drags him out of the mess of broken table. Once he is free, Angel pulls him up to his feet and rolls the lifeless Lemay into the ring. Angel slides in right after, pulling Lemay to his feet and immediately laying him on top of the table Angel set up earlier. Burst - Lemay is just out cold. Angel climbs up on the table with Lemay as he pulls him up to his feet. The table almost cracks under pressure, but Angel quickly picks Lemay up into a scoopslam position. Falcoon - This is it. Angel holds him up in a tombstone piledriver position, then jumps up and sits out and nails Angel's Holocaust Falcoon - Angel's Holocaust!!! Lemay and Angel go through the table, Lemay's head taking the brunt of the move and starts bleeding profusely as the bell rings while Angel recovers. Missy Janson - The winner of this match....ANGEL!!!! Burst - What a surprise. Falcoon - Angel is dominant....as usual! Burst - Or Lemay is shit. Suddenly from the back, we see Plague and Green come running out. Burst - LOOK, THE DAMN PATCH IS ON THE ORIGINAL EYE NOW! Falcoon - Geez Nick, he's injured. Get off his back. They slide into the ring and immediately start laying boots to Lemay. The bell rings constantly, but Imperium doesn't stop their assault. Angel points at Green and Green nods as he walks to one of the corners of the ring where a table is laid up against the turnbuckle. He pulls off the table and sets it up adjacent to the corner. Falcoon - This isn't looking good for Lemay. Angel walks to the corner and sits on the top rope. Plague picks up the fallen Lemay and lifts him into the air, legs first, putting his legs around Angel's head. Angel grabs Lemay and holds him up in a powerbomb position. Angel stands up on the second rope as Plague stands on the other side of the table, grabbing Lemays head in a neckbreaker position. Burst - These guys need to be stopped... Angel throws Lemay down and Plague connects with the neckbreaker, completing their double-team finisher, The Crucifixion though the table. Lemay lays on the ground, out-cold and bleeding. Chris Green exits the ring just as the lights dim and with two quick thuds they come back on. Spaz stands over Plague and Angel with a chair in his hand. Spaz - Ungratful little shit... Angel you commited a sin against HF and you must suffer my wrath. You thought that by turning your back and on HF was the greatest idea in the entire world... Reality check, fucker, you and Plague have fucked up and now you have to deal with me. I have been part of HF for nine fucking years and I did turn my back on the name once in those nine. Now, you Angel will have to suffer. Green slides back into the ring but Spaz darts out. Plague and Angel begin to stir just as the OWF-Tron flashes and again we are visited by the OWF President Diamond Kid. Prez DK - Hang on a second Green. You might as well turn right back around and head for that ring! Green points to his eye patch then walks back to the time keepers table and snatches a mic. He waves Angel and Plague on and they take off to the back helping each other up the ramp. Green - DK I would love to fight in this match tonight.. Except for one thing.. I'm injured! Prez DK - Oh your injured!? Green - Yeah man. Look.. I have to wear this eye patch otherwise other people could catch it. You don't want the entire OWF to have to wear eye patches do you? Prez DK - No I guess we wouldn't want that. Green - Exactly... Prez DK - Well damn. Green - I mean.. Don't get me wrong.. I would LOVE to face The Macho Man Randy Savage! DK looks confused. Prez DK - Macho.. Man? What? Green - Yeah. My opponent tonight. You said I was facing Randy Savage! Prez DK - Humm.. You just have miss understood. The arena grows quiet. They can feel the suspense floating in throughout the building. Green - Well if it wasn't macho man then..... The light immediantly cut and a feeling of something big grows. The hearts of millions skip a beat. The light remain off and everything is silent except for the occasional shriek from a fan. Camera's flash their white bulbs that catch your eyes while you wait in the dark. The OWFtron flashes a bright light then comes across the rooftops of several buildings in a big city atomsphere. The camera dives down passing by the windows of the buildings and a guitar begins to creep over the PA system just before the tron shows a busy city street with cars racing down it. The crowd is full of suspense waiting for a sign... Suddenly the music stops and the OWFtron freezes upon a man standing still in a dimly lit hallway with a black hooded cloak covering his body and his back turned to the camera. A closing door can be heard followed by footsteps... The sound of a gun cocking is followed by a scream! ... ... ... PA System - Ohhhhhhhh!! My disposition is in a position for all to see. Regretless for how it feels. I got a bullet with a name on it. Bullet with a name! The camera's instantly lower themselves upon the entrance way.. A blue and silver spotlight shine upon it then begin to do circles as you see the man standing steady with his back turned to the crowd. Chris Green slowly begins to climb the ramp.. Falcoon - Who is this!? Burst - Green's curiousidy is about to get the best of him! Because the cause for all, the pause you
think you see "Bullet with a name" by nonpoint continues to play. The crowd has no idea what to expect as the man refuses to move from his position and Chris Green draws closer. On the OWFtron continues to replay highlights over and over giving small hints of the man who doesn't reveal. A "Welcome to Las Vegas" sign appears on the OWFtron just as Green reaches the entrance way. He places his hand on the mans shoulder... Burst - Oh god.. I think I know! Falcoon - Green don't! Don't! DON'T! Falcoon's intensity increases as the fans all crawl to their feet wided eyed and ready... Suddenly the man snaps turning around and dropping his cloak in one swift move. He twists Green's wrist around then plants him with a DDT on the stage! He takes a step out from the darkness... Burst - DK just infected this place with a virus. He's lost his damn mind! Falcoon - Oh my god You shiver as a chill is places on your middle back and creeps up to your shoulders.. Falcoon - No this can't be.... The fans erupt in a defening ovation as the unexpected has happened and before them stands an all time great... The OWFtron flashes and slowly the name comes into place... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... "Agent oo6" The OWF logo spins and we fade away. |
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