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Our camera's come on and we're directly taken to the ring. Inside of the ring stands an unknown man in a three piece black pinstriped business suit. With shaggy hair, and a thick mustache the man holds a microphone in his hand. Obviously nervous, sweat beads form all over his forehead. Towering over him, just behind him stands a massive man ; standing around 6'6'' and very close to three hundred pounds. With the physique of a world-class body builder this enormous man stands tall and firm. With his arms crossed, the wife beater he sports is stretched to it's breaking point. A pair of tan slacks rest upon a thick soled pair of black boots. Long black hair hangs straight and shining straight to his shoulders. Commanding the attention of the crowd, the smaller of the two speaks. V.W. Hays - Hellllooo Miami! My name is V.W.Hays, and I have some important things to say to all of you tonight. The fans have no reaction. They instead listen intently as V.W.Hays addresses them all. V.W. Hays - Some of you may know who I am, but I know there's some of you that don't. For those of you that don't, I am the lawyer and agent of one Cameron Frost. The fans react now, with a loud ovation. Cheers fill the arena at the mention of Frost. V.W. Hays - And I have a message to give to each and everyone of you straight from Cameron Frost. The fans cheer yet again. V.W. Hays - Firstly I want you to all know that Cameron Frost is indeed in the building tonight! He's currently back stage taking care of some business. He wanted me to let you all know that he will not be addressing the media until after the Pay Per View. The fans fart on this announcement, and a few boo's are sent Hays' way. V.W. Hays - But he also wants me to assure you that as soon as The Quest For The Best tournament ends, he will be on the very next Monday Addiction to address the entire world. Due to personal reasons Frost has refused to be taped, questioned, or bothered by any sort of reporter and/or photographer. As he has told me, he wants to be able to be completely focused in on the tournament, and he wants to avoid at all costs - any distractions. I will be handling all of Frost's interviews, promotionals, and photographs. If any of the media attempts to contact Cameron, they will be immediately pointed in my direction. Now that, that is out of the way... Hays turns to the man beside of him, and opens his arms. The beast of a man strikes a pose, flexing his colossal muscles. After striking a pose the man steps back, and Hays take center stage yet again. V.W. Hays - I'm pleased to introduce to each and everyone of you, the newest OWF Superstar. The most promising superstar since one Cameron Frost. The strongest force in the universe. The future of professional wrestling. I present to you, my newest client... Alexander Brutal! The fans actually cheer the fresh piece of talent, who again, is a monster of a man. V.W. Hays - The deal was made earlier today. The Outsider Wrestling Federation is now the proud home of the next big thing in wrestling. The man that stands before you is dominant, fearless, and indestructible. For the past three years Brutal has managed to stay undefeated. With an astounishing record of eighty-one wins, and no losses, he promises to be a major player here. This man has trained alongside Cameron Frost, by the man who is responsible for training Frost. Frost has personally prepared him for what is ahead. His debut is set for the first post Quest For The Best, Addiction. His opponent for now is un-named, but you've got my word, you will be amazed. Hays hands the microphone to man known as Alexander Brutal, and steps back out of the way. Brutal - First off, I want to say, it's a pleasure to be here. I appreciate the respect you've all shown me. But, I do not need it. The fans boo as Hays applauds Brutal's verbal debut. Brutal - I am all that I need to suceed in this industry. I'm fully confident that I have what it takes to conquer all. In a short matter of time, all of you will be treated to the most physical wrestler to come along, ever... To all the boys in the back, I look foward to crushing you all like bugs. I don't have any cool catch phrases, so I'll end with this - there's a train coming, and you'd better get the hell out of my way. Brutal tosses the microphone down, and throws both arms high into the air. "Man In The Box" by Alice in Chains blasts over the PA System, as the two men exit the ring, and make their way to the back.
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.
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.
We take you back inside the American Airlines Arena down to the commentary booth for our first look of the night at Nick Burst and Gordie Falcoon. Falcoon - It's a nearly sold out crowd here in Miami Florida! Burst - Damn it people! Come watch our shit! Daddy needs a raise! Falcoon - As you just saw on the flashback moments ago, Prez DK has lost his fucking mind. Burst - This is war Glen! Sometimes you gotta swallow pride! Falcoon - Agent oo6 is a disease! Burst - So is chlamydia! But you got rid of it! Falcoon - If be me.. You mean YOU, Twice.. Then your right. Burst - Damn right I'm ri... Wait a minute.. What? Falcoon - Attendence is at a peak at this event here in Miami, nearly doubl.. Burst - Wait Wait Wait! Falcoon - ..What? Burst - You didn't say AHOOOO! Falcoon - Are you sure? Burst - Positive! Falcoon - Well. Ok for good measures... AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Burst - HAHAH.. Fag. PA System - I did it all.. just for her.. A blistering chill floats through the crowd as the lights dim and "Poision Girl" by HIM drowns the crowd. PA System - I did it all just for her love's hard as death, just me and my.. Poision Girl! Suddenly the curtain splits and Alexis Cage steps out onto the stage. She's not sporting her typical sexy smile tonight, just a tasteless grin as the fans leap to their feet at the very sight of her in a pair of torn and faded abercrombie jeans with pink lace tieing the rips together. Falcoon - Alexis Cage isn't scheduled for anything at the moment, she must having something she needs to get off her chest. Burst - Yeah it's a size C bra and I'd gladly help her remove it! She holds up her WoW title for the world to see before coming down to ringside and grabbing a mic. She rolls into the ring and places her title on her shoulder as she addressed the crowd. Alexis Cage - You know what? For being a three time WoW Champion I gotta tell ya, I'm probably the most least respected athlete in this company. Week after week I come out and pour my heart out in this ring, I've sweat, I've cried, and I've bled my veins dry for this company and we've got people like Imperium TRASH headlining our events? She drops the mic to waste level while looking over to a crowd that appreciates her. They hold up their banners and an "Alexis" Chant floats throughout the arena. Falcoon - Don't cheer for this crying little bitch! Alexis Cage - Thank you all. Thank you. But I... The lights dim around the entrance way and "Shit Life" by Dope suddenly pours out of the PA system, cutting Alexis off from finishing her sentence. The fans squint trying to see what's going on around the dark entrance way when suddenly a figure emerges from the darkness as if ripping itself out of it. A flowing, ragged black cloak envelops her body and head while a reflective, metal mask covers her face. Slowly she walks down the ramp towards the ring. With every step the light in front of her dims so that she is never walking in full illumination. Stopping outside the ring her masked head tilts upwards and to the side at a strange angle. Burst - What the hell is that? Falcoon - It's the Wraith! Burst - Get Alexis out of there! We need to protect her "assets" from this thing. Thump' the sounds of the mic hitting the mat echo's over the speakers as Alexis grits her teeth and crotches her knees then signals with her hands for the woman to get in the ring. "Come Get Some" she screams and the fans cry out in the excitement. She doesn't have to ask twice. Wraith immediately slides into the ring. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Falcoon - The bell rang! It's official! Alexis waits for her to stand up and then immediately punches the masked woman in the gut a couple of times. She then knees her a couple more times before sending her to the ropes. As the Wraith comes running back from the ropes Alexis nails her with a devastating jumping implant ddt. Falcoon - My god what impact! Burst - This thing is over...I never had a doubt. The Wraith is laid out on the ground while Alexis raises her arms to a huge pop from the crowd. A large smile spreads across her beautiful features. It's her moment of triumph. Triumph over her fear. Triumph over a stalker. Triumph over everyone that doubted her ability. As she plays to the fans it's obvious...it's as if a weight has been lifted off of her chest. For one moment in time it's as if there is pure happiness and light radiating from her. Suddenly the fans gasp in shock and horror as darkness smothers that inner light. Alexis' happy expression falters and cracks as she sees the Wraith quickly sit up and rise to her feet. Falcoon - That's impossible! How could she get back up after a move like that? She's not even appearing wobbly or disoriented. What is this woman made of? Burst - No no no. This isn't how it's supposed to be. Alexis! Run and hide in my dressing room. Alexis' face reflects in the other woman's mask. There is fear, but it's not alone. Her expression twists to anger. She attacks with a flurry of punches before jumping up and planting her feet into the cloaked woman's chest with a powerful dropkick. The Wraith staggers back before beginning to step forward again. Alexis is quickly back to her feet and charges forward again with another attack. Alexis throws a hard right. The Wraith's arm comes up and absorbs the blow. Then the Wraith grabs Alexis' arm and pulls her forward hard. The Wraith slams her masked face forward in a hard headbutt. The sickening sound of metal smashing against bone echoes throughout the arena. Falcoon - Christ! Falcoon cringes in reaction to the sound. Burst goes to say something, but just stops. Alexis falls to her knees in a daze. Ripped stitches and scabbing hang from Alexis' forehead as blood begins to pour from wound down her face. She looks up at the Wraith as if trying to figure out what just happened. A knee appears from inside the cloak and slams into her face sending her onto her back on the mat. Blood spatters into various directions. Wraith stares downward at her fallen foe as if admiring the damage she's done. Then her head shakes before Alexis is pulled onto unsure feet by her now blood drenched hair. The Wraith steps back before lunging forward. Alexis ends up partially over the imposing woman's shoulder before being slammed into the corner hard. Her back is a series of loud pops as it's arched backward with ridiculous force. She screams out in agonized pain. A young female fan can be seen crying in the front row at the damage done to her hero. Then Wraith leans forward to the side of Alexis' head. Falcoon - If there wasn't a mask we could tell if she was whispering to Alexis or not. Burst - If there wasn't clothes....you know what, nevermind. This is sick. Wraith pulls back before slamming a fist forward. Alexis slumps to the side causing the fist to impact against the turnbuckle. Alexis shakes her heavy head as if trying to clear out thick cobwebs. She manages to bring her knee up into the midsection of Wraith before twisting her around into the corner causing the two to change places. They lock arms. Wraith goes for another headbutt but Alexis traps her knee between them to create enough distance between their heads for the headbutt not to reach. Quickly Alexis reaches up and grabs the sides of the reflective faceplate. Wraith moves to grab her wrists but Alexis pries it from her face forcefully causing her to stagger backwards out of reach. She looks up at Wraith's true face in absolute shock and terror. Falcoon - Oh my god it's... Burst - Holy shit it's Eclipse! Eclipse glares at Alexis with dark rings under her intense, malice-filled eyes. Alexis can't swallow. She's struck in fear, her hands tremble and her eyes swell up with tears. She instantly falls backwards to the mat and stares upwards...Eclipse's fierce eyes meet her. Her features etched in hatred. Her lips slowly curl into a twisted smirk of sorts before she speaks. Her playful tone is laced with sickness. Eclipse - this is your cue to run... Alexis looks around and then back to her. Trembling, she hesitates for a brief moment before doing just that. She quickly gets out of the ring and runs up the ramp and out of view. Eclipse slowly picks up her mask and looks around silently before putting it back on. The crowd is a mix of reactions from cheering, to booing, but most of it is filled with stunned silence as she exits the ring and walks out of the area. Falcoon - Alexis is outta here! Burst - Galvin, I'd run from that bitch too! She's scary! Falcoon - GET MY NAME RIGHT! You fuckin douche. Burst - Who cares? This match is over appartently. No ref showed up anyway! Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall and PDA rules! Introducing first.. The lights dim to black as the beginning of "Heretic Anthem" begins. PA System - 8...7...6...6...6...5...4...3...2...1. Missy Janson - From Atlantic City, New Jersey... "The Anti-Hero" Ice Kold! A single blue spotlight appears on the ramp as the guitars start up. Kold parts the curtain and stands in the center of the spotlight, his hooded black cloak engulfing him in complete darkness. As Corey Taylor's voice screams to kick in the rest of the band, Kold crosses his arms into an X in front of his chest, then simultaniously throws his head back and his arms straight out into a crusifix. A ring of flames shoots up around Kold and he steps through them onto the ramp. As he walks down the ramp Kold taunts random fans- threatening to slap one teenage boy, and making obscence gestures towards females in the audience. Kold reaches the ring apron, and leaps onto the ring apron from the floor, and then senton flips over the top rope. Kold walks over to the ring ropes, and showing great balance, steps onto the second rope and top rope, and once again crosses his arms into an X, and throws them out into a crusifix. Falcoon - Ice Kold is a very talented wrestler who relies on ariel assults as his biggest offense. He's also a master of submission moves and I for one am looking forward to seeing what he's capable of in an OWF ring! Burst - I've seen this guy wrestle and I'll tell ya Falcoon, he'll do ANYTHING to destroy his opponents reputation! Falcoon - He's a rule breaker no doubt about that. Burst - I saw him work on an opponent for 35 minutes with pure submission moves until the man FINALLY tapped out! Falcoon - You can check out Ice Kold with his new DVD "Death Matches and Death Metal". Missy Janson - And his opponent... Burst - I think someone is about to get a visit from security! 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. PA System - I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand. My image is of agony, my servants rape the land Missy Janson - From Croswell Michigan... JAMES ... CAINE!! Caine has a satisfyingly evil grin on his face. Back in the arena the lights strobe twice with the central beat prompting the entrance video to begin. At approximately 55 seconds into the song, 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. "Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine
and vain "I march before a martyred world, an
army for the fight He slides beneath the bottom rope and spins around and hops up. "I hold a banner drenched in blood, I
urge you to be brave He spins around and poses for the fans to erupt. He then stares down his opponent as he lowers himself into a seated position in a corner. As the bell ring Caine pulls himself up using the top rope, and heads to the center of the ring. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Caine and Ice Kold meet up in the center of the ring. Caine eyes up the new comer and quickly grapples with the taller opponent, pushing Ice Kold all the way back into his corner. Caine immediately releases his grasp on Ice Kold, and starts laying into his midsection with body punches. Each punch weakening Ice Kold. He grabs Caine by his hair and tugs him down to the mat, but Caine is quick to jump back up and continue the assault. He brings a knee up into the sternum of Ice Kold, knocking him back into the turnbuckle as James climbs up and starts punching as the fans count a long...1...2...3...4...5...6...7...Ice Kold reaches up and pushes Caine off, but he rushes right back and continues punching...8...9...10. He jumps down as the fans go nuts. Burst - The fans are all over this guy. Ice Kold stumbles out and he goes for a wild clothesline, Caine ducks easily and grabs Ice Kold picking him up and nailing him with a back drop right on his neck. Ice Kold instantly grabs his neck and rolls on his back for a few seconds. Caine stands up, pulling Ice Kold to his feet by his hair. He picks him up with a scoop slam, but turns it into a Michinoku Driver right on Ice Kold's neck. Burst - HAHA! JUVI DRIVER! Falcoon - It's not the same move. Burst - Shut up, it is. Falcoon - One is to the side, one is a sit out. One's from Japan and one is from Mexico. Burst - Pfttt..Mexico. Caine stands up and motions for the crowd to get up, and they all do. Burst - Look Gordie, he has them eating out of his hand. Caine walks over to the corner and steps up on the turnbuckle, he climbs to the top rope and as he stands he motions for the Psycho Drive. He jumps off nailing the 450 Splash, but instead of covering, he hops right back up. Falcoon - Now he's just showing off! He immediately picks up Ice Kold and tucks his head between his legs. He hooks his arms. Burst - Uh oh, here comes one of the most devastating moves i've seen in a while.. Caine flips forward and nails his finisher, the Psycho Crusher v2, a flipping pedigree. Burst - WHAT a move! Caine quickly pins IceKold...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Here is your winner....Jaaaaames Caine!!!!!! Burst - Impressive win, you must say. Falcoon - Yeah, over 'Ice Kold'. I've known many "ice-cold"'s in my day and they all sucked like this guy. Burst - Caine is the future of this buisness, no doubt about that. Falcoon - He's gotta take out the franchises first, and I don't see that happening! We cut backstage to reveal Cameron Frost rapidly walking down one of the hallways, toward the dressing rooms. Frost is clad in a black t-shirt and faded jeans, with black motorcycle boots. A pair of shades hide his eyes, but his facial expression reads pure rage. He turns to a dressing room door, and smiles. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a cigaratte. He lights the cigaratte, and holds it between his lips. He leans back and kicks in the door. The familiar voice of Plague can be heard. Plague - What the fuck was that!? Frost steps inside of the Imperium locker-room. Plague and Angel stand on seperate sides of the room but both have their attention directed straight at Frost. In the center of the room, sitting on a bench, taping his hands is one Jesse Williams. Plague and Angel quickly approach Frost, who stands completely still, arms folded, smoking his cigaratte, with smart-ass smirk on his face. Plague - Who the hell you think you are!? I owe you one anyway asshole... Angel - You're nothing but a punk Frost. Plague - I think you need to leave before you get hurt. Frost stands his ground, staring at both members of Exile. The Tag Team Champs show no fear either, but they do show a bit of frustration. Jesse Williams - He's not here Frost. Plague and Angel turn to Williams, who continues to look down, wrapping his right hand. Jesse Williams - Backoff guys, I don't want him to have any excuses when I beat him next Sunday and show the world that I've always been better. Plague - You better hope I don't beat his ass before you get your hands on him. I'd hate to ruin your fun. Jesse Williams - Seeing Frost fail has always been one of my greatest pleasures. Don't be so rude guys, you want a seat man? Williams laughs to himself, as Frost removes his shades. He stares directly at Williams, before folding his arms. Jesse Williams - Green's gone man. He's not here. So get your panties out of a wad. Now get ouf of here, I've got a match to prepare for. Frost takes one last draw of his cigaratte, and tosses it at the feet of Williams. He turns and then exits, oddly enough with a smile on his face.
Eight will compete! "Spotlight" by Future Leaders of the World creeps across the speakers.. Tell you mother to have her vision
examined The screen suddenly flashes and an empty arena is floated over.. A single spotlight in the arena shines upon the ring where one man stands alone. The world is his tonight!! We're gonna pull you in A vision of OWF hall of famer Jaypac standing in the ring appears. His hand is held high as he is still on his knees gripping the OWF title. JAYPAC! JAYPAC HAS DONE IT! IT WAS A HEART FILLED VICTORY AND HIS FIRST OWF TITLE! Billboards advertise magazines A shot of OWF legend The Kremlin appears then slowly fades away with the voice that follows. KREMLIN HAS CAPTURED THE TITLE AND WILL FOREVER BE NAMED THIS YEARS... "BEST"! We're gonna pull you in KOZMO! KOZMO! KOZMO! HE HAS OVERCOME THE QUEST!! Get up get up were in the spotlight But this time…this time its different. Bitter rivals will battle through hell…. A scene Flashes to Plague smashing a superkick hard into an airborne Aphrodisia Jordan. It cuts to a scene of Plague collapsed in his knees holding onto the world title for dear life…Nick burst’s voice is heard loud and clear… PLAGUE HAS DONE IT! HE HAS BECOME THE CHAMION! But will this man’s world re-known determination be enough to push him past…DUALITY!! The scene cuts to Duality rushing into an ASW arena in fast forward and smashing a bat hard into the back of Plague’s skull. The scene fades into another one of Duality standing holding Spaz on his shoulders before slamming him back into a Dichotomy… Much has changed in both of these men’s lives…but one thing remains for certain…hatred. The scene cuts to Campus Chaos, both men stand nose to nose in the back. Touch her again and I’ll fucken kill you is heard in a fading The scene fades out…then another scene cuts in. Plague sits on his knees infront of a fallen Duality. Falcoon’s voice is heard in a scream over the PA… Plague is tearing into Duality! Plague looks up, blood drips off his face as he grins sadistically. You aren’t the only one that likes Blood… The scene cuts to Prez CJ standing on the entrance ramp, with a microphone raised to his mouth…Alright Plague.. You like blood huh? Well how's this... At Quest for the Best.. You and Duality will meet in the first round of the tournament! ... In a three stages of hell match! The first will be a first blood match, the second.. Falls WILL count ANYWHERE! And if you both survive.. Since you like using shovels so much… One of you can dig the others grave in a buried alive match! There is a thin read line between the sane and the insane…but how far will these men push the boundaries. How far will they go to win… The scene ends with both men standing nose to nose, pure hatred flying from their eyes A war to fight for the sports top gold… The scene cuts to Draco wrapping up Lemay into “All Else Fails”, it cuts to Plague at ring side being held up Aphrodisia. Plague can only look on as the Dark Lord taps out…making him the new champion. But OWF’s first champion comes calling… Scene cuts to Angel slamming down Spaz into an Angel’s Holocaust. It cuts to him and Plague hitting X with a Crucifixion to the outside. Angel stands alone at the top of the tower of death, he raises his hands high in the air title in hand. These two, one time allies, turned the most brutal of enemies. Imperium vs. OWF. The scene cuts to a scene of a crumpled up HF shirt being thrown into the garbage. The scene cuts to the members of Imperium locking Draco in the boiler room. Then it cuts to a scene of Draco throwing a piss stained Spaz into Angel and Plague. So is this Hell's Grass or Cold Fire? Hmmm, fellas? Taking two mediocre stables and combining them into one still makes a mediocre stable. Angel gets a microphone after hollering for one. Draco puts his microphone at his side and waits. He ever encourages him to speak his mind. This coming from Angel says. EH! Calling me out for losing my OWF Title to Spaz? Real original! Get your ass back into the shadows before you damage your brain trying to recall some insult from a Shyne promo! Draco screams into the mic as the fans give him a standing ovation. At least I held the... SNORE! Held it more than a week. Yeah, got you. Anything new? Or will the next insult out of your mouth be calling me a vampire! OH, WAIT! Is it me being gay? Oh, no! Please, not the tired out insults that play over and over in the Exile's promos! The scene fades out. Angel…Draco…the OWF title. Which will walk out the winner? Will the title stay with OWF, or will Imperium fasten its already tight chokehold over the OWF’s throat?
Suddenly Green shows up on the OWF tron walking down a long driveway toward a pretty big mansion in the distance...he is mumbling to himself Green - DK really wants a war. I will give him one.. Follow me The camera follows him as he steps to the front door and Green hits the doorbell... Green - Now make sure we do not get a shot of this guy's face, surprises and SHOCK VALUE are half the fun... The door gets answered as the camera moves into a position where you cannot see the guy anymore. Green - DUDE! Whats up? Guy - Hey Greeno. Long time no see... Green - Yeah. I know its been a while. Guy - So what brings you here? Green - A call to arms. A challenge if you will. DK is challenging us and I figured I would throw an invite out there to you considering your one of the best in the business... Guy - You know what? I was actually thinking the other day about going back to ASW cause I was getting that itch again? Green - Were ya now? Guy - I don't know just was watching the other day.... What federation are you in now Green? ASW?? Green - ASW!? FUCK THAT PLACE. Hell I am banned from their arenas after what happended... OWF is the federation. Guy - Your shitting me that place is open again? Green - Yup. Guy - Who is running it?? Green - Dude? You toke a little too much today or something? Guy - 4 -20 was the other day... still blazing. Green - DIAMOND KID IS RUNNING IT! Guy - Got ya.. Who we facing? Green - Cameron Frost and... Guy - FROST!? Green - Yeah... Guy - Shit man I thought you guys were friends? Green - Long story.. Draco, aphrodisia, and Agent oo6. I know he has 2 more up his sleeve.. Guy - Well I never let you down before Greeno. Count me IN! Hell I have unfinished business with CAMERONFROST.COM hahahaha! When do you want me back? Green - QUEST FOR THE BEST PPV. Guy - You got it man... Green gives the guy a hug and walks off Guy - Yo Greeno! Wait up! You wanna toke for 4 -20 like old times??? Green stops... and turns around Green - Since when have I ever turned down a blunt? Guy - Shit man I got the bong here and a few friends Behind the guy whose face is muffled is 2 hot girls Green - Perfect... The cameras cut back to the commentary booth. Falcoon - You see that? Green is doing what he knows best and that's playing war by numbers! Burst - Green is looking to save his ass. If he where smart he would have recruited long ago! Falcoon - DK has NO RIGHT playing war games with The Imperium. Burst - Fuckk You. DK is the president of this company, he does what he wants, when he wants! Falcoon - Yeah I've noticed. And it's complete bull shit. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall and qualification for the Quest for the Best Tournament! PA System - I did it all.. just for her.. I did it all just for her love's hard as death, just me and my.. Poision Girl! Missy Janson - Introducing first from Phoenix Arizona.. She is.. The WOW Champion.... Alexis Cage!! A blistering chill floats through the crowd as the lights dim and "Poision Girl" by HIM drowns the crowd. Suddenly from behind the curtain comes Alexis Cage dressed in her normal ring attire. She holds her arms high in the air and the arena leaps to their feet, she feeds off the energy of the crowd and rushes to the ring where she slides under the bottom rope and leaps onto the turnbuckle. Missy Janson - And her opponent.. PA System - Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer! Missy Janson - From Las Vegas, Nevada.. Burst - Originally from Mexico City Mexico! Just then, pyro shoots out from the stage and "Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste" by Norma Jean blares over the PA System. Missy Janson - ...Jesse Williams! From the back, we see Jesse Williams walk out focused on the match ahead of him. He keeps his head straight as he jogs to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope to enter. He walks around the ring once and then gets into his corner and prepares for his match. Seconds later Plague and Angel step out from the back. Falcoon - You wanna talk about Unity? Here comes Exile! Burst - Come on! 3 on 1 against a chick? Falcoon - They're just here to watch! Burst - That's fucked up.. Even for those scum bags. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The arena begins to fill with "Alexis" chants. She waves her arms in the air signaling to get louder. Her and face approach each other in the ring. They stand belly to belly and begin to talk, suddenly Jesse pushes her with all his might sending her across the ring and to the mat. Burst - Real big man. Go ahead and fit into the steriotype you woman beating mexican! The OWF-Tron lights up. The camera pans over quickly to the rampway... Theirs a pause then suddenly out steps former OWF World Champion, Joseph Storm! Dressed in a full suit, he breaks through the curtains and steps onto the entrance ramp. The fans are slow to notice, but a small 'STORM' chant begins in his area. Angel and Plague both turn and stare. Falcoon - Take a look Nick, Joseph Storm just entered the building! Burst - How does this jackass fit in? Falcoon - I think I know!! This is gonna be great! Jesse Williams' attention is caught, he turns towards Storm. They stare at eachother but Alexis Cage takes advantage! She rolls up Williams from behind, the ref counts.. 1.. 2.. Williams kicks out.. He rolls away and gets back to his feet, Cage swings but Williams feeds her a kick to the gut, then a second to the face. Joseph Storm laughs at Williams little slip at ringside as he slowly approaches the announcers booth. Falcoon - Looks like we're getting some company. Burst - ...like the OWF needs any more white people. Williams flows up with a quick DDT, he hooks the leg for a cover, 1.. 2.. Another kick-out. The camera cuts to Joseph Storm taking a seat next to Falcoon. Falcoon - What a pleasent surprise.. What brings you here? Storm - I heard the OWF is looking for the best. Burst - Looking to join the Quest for the Best tournament Joey? Storm - Stick to your job Nick, watch the match.. Williams drags Cage to his feet. Cage throws a left haymaker and catches Williams. He falls back into the corner, Cage runs and elbows Jesse Williams in the face. Alexis Cage reaches low, and scoopslams him opponent to the mat. Storm - Ow! Keep your head up Dubbz, it's only a girl. As the action takes place in the ring, the camera switches from the match to ringside. At ringside, behind the guard-rail stands Cameron Frost, watching the match intently, the fans around him going wild. The funny thing about this, is three feet in front of him stands Plague, intently watching the match, clueless that Frost stalks behind him. Falcoon - Oh Crap. Burst - What? Falcoon - Didn't you see that on the monitor? Burst - Wasn't looking.. What? Falcoon - Nothing. Burst - So what does bring you back Joey? Storm - Well, Nick.. I'm here to enjoy a good clean wrestling match. It's been awhile for me. Burst - Here comes Caine! James Caine is on his way down! Storm - Who? Falcoon - What is that moron doing!? Cage drops a knee across Williams face. She drags him up slowly.. Setting him up for the finisher. Williams is dazed.. But he finds his footing and backdrops Alexis Cage to the mat. Caine reaches into the ring and grabs Jesse's foot and pulls him to the mat! Storm - Oh we can't let happen.. The camera cuts to Joseph Storm who removes his mic and approaches Caine. Alexis and Williams make it to their feet, they began slugging it out. The camera cuts back and Storm and Caine are slugging it out! Fists are flying inside and outside of the ring. Burst - Fights everywhere! Panning back to Frost, he hops the guardrail. Angel spots him and yells at Plague. Plague turns around to see the bottom of Frost's foot. Frost delivers a lightning quick, superkick to Plague's forehead. Plague goes down, and Angel takes off after Frost. Angel quickly tackles Frost to the ground and begins to unleash a series of punches. Frost tries to cover up, but can only guard himself from some of the punches. Caine runs quickly around the and grabs Angel by the hair, and pulls him to his feet. Caine quickly hooks Angel and delivers an inverted DDT. Caine turns around to see Frost standing and Frost likewise spots Caine. They stare at each other only for a second, when Jesse Williams flies over the top rope flips and hits a senton splash on both men, sending all three crashing to the ground. Burst - Jesse Williams is a maniac! That was crazy! Falcoon - He looked like superman! Angel and Plague recover and help Jesse to his feet. Storm slams Caine against the railing, and starts throwing punches! Williams slides back into the ring to avoid disqualification. Frost is fighting two men, Angel and Plague.. they run at Frost and clothesline him over the guard rail and they spill on the laps of the crowd. Burst - They're fighting through the crowd! I think Plague just punched a 10 year old! Cage takes advantage with a knee to stomach, but Williams uppercuts her back, nails a kick to the gut, he whips her against the ropes.. She bounces back. UNCAGED!!! She hits the finisher! She goes for the cover 1.. 2.. Williams kicks out! Storm looks over at match and Caine battles back with a punch to the jaw. Storm falls to his back, Caine nails Storm across the back on the head, then kicks away on him. Cage runs over to the side of the ring, checking on Caine.. Williams low blows her from behind! Alexis Cage turns around uneffected but doesnt see Williams' elbow smash across her face. Alexis Cage flys over the ropes, crashing onto Storm and Kaige. Falcoon - There are bodies everywhere! Burst - The ref is jumping in! Williams follows the chaos outside, and helps Joseph Storm to his feet. Storm kicks Caine on his way back up, Alexis punches him back! Williams super kicks Alexis Cage then rolls her into the ring. Joseph Storm and Jesse Williams stare each other down for a moment, then turn back and start battling their opponents. The ref contiunes to try and seperate Storm and Caine from the outside. Burst - This is fuckin nuts! Caine crawls into the ropes and tackles Williams! Storm slides in and jumps towards Caine and catches him in a tornado DDT! They both roll out of the ring and the match continues. Alexis waits for Jesse to get up, almost stalking him.. Jesse climbs to his feet.. UNCAGED!! Alexis covers The ref makes the count.. 1.. 2.. Joseph Storm pulls Williams' foot onto the rope! The ref stops the count! Burst - Cheaters! Falcoon - This whole match was tainted Nick. Burst - You said Taint. Alexis slides outside the ring and gets in Storm's face. She shoves him.. Jesse Williams slowly gets to his feet.. Williams steals the ref attention and Joseph Storm super kicks Alexis Cage! Williams pushes the ref out of his way, jumps over the top rope and lands a swanton bomb onto the beaten Alexis Cage!! The fans jump to their feet and boo! Williams is slow to get up, but he pulls Alexis with him.. Toss' her into the ring, and rolls her up.. The ref makes the easy count. 1.. 2.. 3!! Joseph Storm slides into the ring and rasies Jesse Williams' arm. Falcoon - Jesse Williams has just stolen a spot in the Quest for the Best.. Burst - Lets see what these guys have to say Jesse Williams waves for a mic to be given to him. Finally one comes. Jesse Williams - Ladies and Gentlemen... The Imperium refuses to bring you the best.. and surpisingly someone- The only one who could hate the OWF more than myself.. Former OWF World Champion, Joseph Storm! Jesse throws the mic to Joseph Storm with a grin as the booing gets louder. Joseph Storm - Quit the booig, it's never stopped me. Something came over me... I keep getting the same question.. 'When, oh when, are you going to step back into the OWF ring?'. People cried, and then I cried. After watching what these amateurs have turned the OWF into. Becoming OWF champion was the greatest thing I've ever done, now.. Now this 'new rise' OWF whats to forget everything I've ever done, and spread our gold amoung these bottom feeder wrestlers like Cameron Frost and the CokeKid. They've forgetten the fact that OWF was built on my shoulders, forgetton that there would be no Public Display of Aggression Championship, without me... There would be no OWF without me. I'm going to make sure of it. Us, The Imperium have one thing to prove. The OWF is no-longer the best. The best.. Is the Imperium, and I'm going to prove it when I step into the Quest for the Best. The guitar of the unmistakable "Brain Stew" by Greenday hits the PA system. PA System - I'm havin' trouble tryin to sleep... Prez DK steps out on the stage and puts his arm into the air motioning of silence. Prez DK - Cut the music! Williams, you think you can bring in anyone you want, and make it on MY payroll? If so, let me tell you a few things about Joseph Storm.. Joseph Storm - You got something to say to me? Prez DK - This former World Champion was, is and always will be... My creation. Joseph Storm is my creation, I gave you everything you have, your nothing without me Joey, and I will grant you permission into the Quest for the Best.. To prove you can't hack it. Joseph Storm - DK.. I'm going to ruin you. Jesse Williams - DK, DK.. Your diging yourself a deeper grave. The Imperium music starts up, Williams and Storm raise their arms to wave of boos. Prez DK - Wait a minute, wait a minute.. Jesse, you must've of forgotten your roots. You forgot what we're capable of..? Jesse... Your soooo BLIND! Soooo dumb. This buisness is about PROMISES! It's about motiviation to be the top and doing WHATEVER it takes to get gold! Falcoon - What's he talking about? Burst - Shhh.. Jesse Williams - DK, pull every string you've got and pray for the best card.. You're still up against a royal flush, The Imperium. Prez DK - You're playing MY game. Watch out- Joseph Storm spears Jesse Williams from behind! The crowd goes nuts! Storm throws him to the corner and knees him in the gut, topping it off with a DDT to the mat. Prez DK - Uh oh, Prez DK got you again. Storm climbs to the top turn buckle, Jesse Williams is slow to get up.. DK reaches in, pulling his feet from under him! Williams head meets the mat with a thud- Joseph Storm jumps off the top rope 450 Moonsault!! Falcoon - WHAT HAVE YOU DONE! You idiot! You coulda been with the best! Burst - He is with the best. The master of this art we call war! Joseph Storm climbs to his feet, grabbing the mic. Joseph Storm - You must think I'm crazy Jesse.. Turning on the OWF? My home? To join you, some chumps? Werent you our 'Franchise'.. OWF's hero? You've forgotten who made you Jesse. See me? I bleed OWF. You.. Your a coward. He turns away from Williams, and looks towards the crowd Joseph Storm - I'm winning the Quest for the Best.. Thats without a doubt. Nobody can't stop me, and nobody will beat me. I'm proving that The OWF, is the best. He throws his mic down to a standing ovation as the entire world is left in shock.
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. Falcoon - I can't believe that crap! Burst - That was the best move that DK could have possibly ever planned! The old switcheroo! 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 Falcoon - Another member of DK's three ring circus to screw the ring talent. Burst - You are just jealous that Draco beat Jesse Williams back until it was dry. Falcoon - Go to a goth club you vampire lover. Burst - Go to a Home Depot Mexican fucker. 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. His eyes scanning over the entire crowd. They are cheering for him. Flash bulbs going off in every distant. Falcoon - Look at this clown he doesn't even have his title! Real good champion there. Burst - Yeah and Williams would have used it to buy some week by now. Heaven is on the way Draco stands at the entranceway and motions with his hand. Robo-Betsy comes out wearing the OWF Title around her neck. The fans pop even louder. They start a "RO-BO-BET-SY!" Chant. Draco throws his hands in the air getting them into it more. Robo-Betsy walks beside Draco as they reach the ring. Robo-Betsy takes the stairs and jumps through the second and top rope. Draco slides underneath the bottom rope. Falcoon - A fuckin' mechanical goat wearing the OWF Title! Bullshit! Burst - But a Mexican is ok with you? Falcoon - A human is good with me. Draco calls for a microphone. He gets it and brings it to his lips, but the crowd is still cheering on him and Robo-Betsy. After a few second they calm down enough so Draco can speak. Draco - Next week at Quest For The Best I am going to defend my OWF Title against Angel. The crowd responds by booing at the mention of Angel. Draco looks down to Robo-Betsy and nods agreeing with the crowd. Draco - I am not out here to rant and rave like Imperium did. Hell, I can't do that. I don't have. 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 negative reaction. Draco - And look who has joined the party. Did you want to know what I have in store for our match? Angel - Doesn't matter what you plan on doing. I am going to be walking out of the event with the belt around my waist...not your demented Furby's neck. Robo-Betsy roars at Angel. Angel mocks fear and Draco holds back Robo-Betsy. Draco - Woah, girl. Easy. Easy. Forget him. He tags with Plague and it could drive anyone crazy. Robo-Betsy finally calms down and continues to watch Angel. Draco moves over to the ropes leaning against them. Draco - We are going into the craziest ladder match I have ever seen. Ascent Through Hell! The crowd pops, but Draco keeps going. Angel reacts like this isn't news to him. Draco - But I am raising the stakes, buddy boy. I understand if you are too chicken to accept. Hell, I don't see you. Angel - Shut it! I will accept any challenge you throw at me. Not to mention conquer it. Draco - Oh? So you accept that if you lose you have to be my personal bodyguard at OWF sanctioned events for a month? To stop attacks from your buddy boys even? Angel glares over at Draco. The fans explode knowing that Angel can't back out now. Draco - Oh, but I am a fair man, Angel. If I lose I will join Imperium for a month. I will be the errand boy of the most overrated stable ever to grace the OWF. Angel - Imperium doesn't want someone like you! Draco - You mean someone that has beaten Jesse Williams. Someone that has dethroned Plague for his title. Hell, both of my wins for the OWF Title come from half of your stable. Angel is livid. He starts to march down to the ring. Draco is motioning for him to come and fight. Jesse Williams and Plague come out and stop Angel. They have a small conference before Angel smirks speaking into the microphone. Angel - And what is stopping us from coming down there and putting you in a bad way for the event? Draco takes a step back towards the center of the ring. He shakes his head slowly. Draco - Well...ummm nothing really. Unless you want the two reasons. I know you guys are strong and eager to prove it, right? A spot light heads into the crowd on either side of Draco. Each moving around wildly until they center on someone running through the crowd. One is Aphrodisia Jordan and the other is Cameron Frost. Cameron has a chair in his hand. Aphrodisia has a lead pipe. Draco nods to each as they stand on the sides of the ring. Draco - So what'll it be? Angel - I guess I will see you later tonight. Imperium heads back up the ramp shouting and looking ready to jump. Draco shakes his head and laughs as the stable disappears behind the curtain. Aphrodisia and Cameron join Draco and they head up the ramp with Robo-Betsy brining up the rear and the OWF Title. Falcoon - God I hate these United son of a bitches more and more by the minute! We cut backstage where Duality is standing, swaying back and forth. His gaze is intently focused on the door in front of him. 'Prissy' is written on the label. Burst - Pathetic! Shit or get off the pot kid! Falcoon - Pot? Burst - Mmmmm Pot. In a blur of motion, Duality is on the ground, the sound of a metal on bone echoing down the hallway. The camera pans upwards to Aphrodisia Jordan who is glaring angrily down at the crumpled man, half-bent chair in her hand. Falcoon - Holy hell! She harshly throws the chair down at him and walks off without saying a word. Duality groans, clutching his head. Suddenly Plague comes from around the corner.. He instantly spots Duality on the ground. Plague - Well Well Well.. What do we have here? Plague laughs and points at Duality as he lays in front of Prissy's lockerroom door holding his head. Plague - You let Prissy kick your ass and break your heart again huh kid? Plague approaches slowly then pulls out a baseball bat from behind his back. He grins as he twirls it in his hands then smacks Duality in the back with it! Plague - Remember this bitch!? This is the same fucking bat you hit me with in ASW! You broke my fuckin rib bitch! He strikes Duality again with it causing Duality to spit a stream of blood from his mouth. Plague - Pathetic! Your as dead to me as you are her! He screams pointing to Prissy's lockerroom door. Plague - Your funeral is Sunday! See ya then! He strikes Duality one last time in the ribs with the bat before stepping over him and walking off. Falcoon - The Imperium strikes again and god damn it Nick I love it! Burst - Your a twisted person. Falcoon - LOOK AT YOURSELF!!... NOW LOOK AT ME!! Falcoon goes cross eyed and spits from the corners of his mouth as he shouts it. Nick Burst simply shakes his head in disappointment. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Network Title #1 contender match. Introducing first.. From Las Vegas, Nevada... Rip Larson! Everything is silent in the arena and she catches herself with her facing turning red as she looks back to the index card in her hand. Missy Janson - Oops. I mean... 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... From Dallas, Texas... E..J... Slayer! "Come On Motherfucker" begins to play as Slayer makes his way to the ring, flipping off random fans and spewing profanities to the crowd as he does so. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The ref calls for the bell as immediately the two men rush in and tie up. Slayer gets the upper hand and pushes Lawson over into a corner... The scene cuts backstage....Aphrodisia Jordan is seen standing in front of one of the ring monitors, absent mindly chewing on a finger watching the match...Draco comes up from behind her, world title over his shoulder... Falcoon - Hey what the fuck? Who wants to listen to these two freaks? Burst - Well...its better then watching this lame ass match. Falcoon - I suppose you have a point. Draco - Whatcha doin? Aph - Tryin to get a feeling for my next match. I want to be prepared for my match against either one of these goons. I have to pin point their style. They’re both a lot bigger then me, so I’ll have to play it smart. Draco - Aph you’re a fuckin werepanther. Since when did size matter... Aph looks at him and then shrugs her shoulders and tilts her head in agreement.. Aph - Yea...your right... Falcoon - I knew she was some sort of freak of nature... Burst - You and her should get along just fine then... The scene cuts back to the ring where Lawson is crankin up the pressure on an arm bar to Slayer. Slayer yells out in pain and shakes his head violently in defiance when the ref asks if he taps. Slayer frees his other arm and drives a hard fist into Lawson’s nose, immediately causing his eyes to water. Slayer twists around and drives a knee hard into Lawson’s forehead. Slayer breaks out of the hold and leaps up to his feet to tremendous boos. Slayer flicks a hand in disgust and clotheslines a rising Lawson into to the corner. Slayer holds on and runs back, driving his opponents face hard into the canvas. He holds for the pin...1...2..kick out. Falcoon - A near fall by Slayer... Burst - Damn we were this close to having this match over and done with, Slayer raises to his feet and drives a boot hard into Lawson’s chest as he tries to get up. EJ once again tries to get the crowd up and going, but they boo him again. EJ flips up both middle fingers, as Lawson gets up behind him. Slayer turns and smashes a boot hard into his stomach, and sends him crashing into the mat with an improvised Fisherman Suplex. He goes for the pin. 1..2.. Burst - YES ITS OVER!!! Thre...KICK OUT! Burst and Falcoon - NOOOO!!! Slayer shakes his head in disbelief as he drags Lawson to his feet, Lawson counters with a hard elbow to the stomach and follows up with a hard uppercut to the face. Falcoon - So Nick...did you hear that the Ottawa Senators eliminated the Pittsburgh Penguins in five games? Burst - What sport is that? Soccer? Falcoon - Nope its hock... Burst - If you say hockey... Falcoon - eh. Burst - Fuckin Canadians.. Lawson smashes Slayer hard into the ring with a snap suplex. Slayer laughs and rolls back up to his feet. Lawson throws a punch at him, but slayer knocks it away returning one of his own that sends Lawson teetering. Lawson throws a kick to the gut, but Slayer catches it and spins Lawso around and hitting him with a side Russian leg sweep that swings up into a power bomb...or the Violent end...he stands up and places his foot on his chest.1...2...3 Missy Janson - Your winner and the Number One Contender to the Network title...EJ SLLLAAAYYEEERRR!!!!! Burst - Thank god its over. That was as bad as trying to sit through a women’s hockey game! Out of nowhere, sprinting from the back towards the ring comes Alexander Brutal. He slides in the ring and quickly spears EJ Slayer. He picks Slayer up off of the ground, and hooks him for a powerbomb. Brutal lifts Slayer high above his head and brings him down hard with a forceful powerbomb. Brutal hangs on, and picks Slayer up again for another powerbomb. One more time Brutal lifghts Slayer high into the air, but this time delivers a sitdown powerbomb that rocks the foundation of the ring. Falcoon - Holy Shit!! He just broke Slayer in half! Burst - And for no good reason! What the hell is that about!? By now Lawson is to his feet and silently watching Brutal attack Slayer. Brutal stands, and looks down over the fallen Slayer. Lawson then approaches Brutal and pats him on the back. Rip extends a hand to Brutal who quickly shakes it. In an instant Brutal kicks Lawson in the gut, and delivers the same thunderous triple power bomb. Falcoon - That's one of the most impressive moves I've ever seen! Burst - This young bull definately has a ton of power. Brutal takes one last look at the carnage in the ring, and drops down near the ropes, and rolls out. He then approaches the announce tables and yells. Brutal - Those guys are chumps! These fools are fighting for a shot at gold!? They're not half as good as I am... So I just destroyed the both of them! Brutal turns, and then heads up the ramp, backstage. Burst - Wow! He's already making bold statements Falcoon. Falcoon - Yeah he is, but he's aligned with Frost, so he'd better watch his back. Imperium won't take kindly to the company this man keeps! Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall and a three team tag team title match! Introducing first... PA System - THE BITCH IS BACK!! Missy Janson - From Houston Texas... Prissy! 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 partner... From Seattle Washington... "The Misfit" Spaz! Falcoon - President Diamond Kid will be facing Spaz at Quest for the Best in a steel cage. The match was signed this past Tuesday in the exectuive meeting! The lights go out and the opening cords to Drain the Blood(The Distillers) blares over the PA. They lights come on dim and the silouette of a figure stands on the stage. The figure turns his head and reveals himself to be "The Misfit" Spaz. The lights come back on fully and the crowd begins to roar. Spaz is wearing his leather jacket with a Misfits sweater, and his hair in Liberty Spikes as he makes his way to the ring. Fire pyro begins to engulf the stage and Spaz walks through the fire till he gets to the ring. He walks up the steps and gets into the ring via the middle rope. He removes the jacket and reveals "Legacy of Brutality" on the right sleeve of the sweater and Hell's Fire on the other. On the back is the members of HF: Sam Caine, Airease, Birrdy, Casper, Spaz, Wolf, Anton, Cage and Angel. He discards of his sweater to reveal a scared upper torso. He then stands in the center of the ring awaiting action. Missy Janson - Their opponents... The team of Aphrodisia Jordan and Draco!! The arena lights go completely out, blackness filling it. Screams of panic and delight intermingle through the crowds, some growing nervous, others knowing of the coming onslaught. PA System - BROKEN GLASS all around you! The heavy guitars come in as "The Wreckoning" by Nonpoint starts. The oWftron shatters into an explosion of white sparks that rain over the ramp, the video showing a bullet penetrating the screen. Images of Aphrodisia and Draco in the ring start to play across it, both as team mates and competitors. Every spotlight and every arena light explodes to life, white fireworks shooting out towards the center of the ring, all colliding with each other. Try to hide but they find you ever time. The sparks continue to rain as two figures emerge through them, revealing Aphrodisia Jordan and Draco. A crimson spotlight silhouettes Draco while a deep violet one shadows Aphrodisia. Looking like you came from a magazine. The pair start their way down to the ramp, Draco dressed in a pair of loose, black pants and his white tape, Aphrodisia in a matching pair of slacks held up with a Jolly Roger belt and a white tank top. This is the wreckoning that you feel
happening. A devious smile comes across Aphrodisia's lips as she peers to the ring, though Draco remains completely lucid. They continue their slow pace towards the ring, which brings the crowds into delighted hysterics. Mr. and Mrs. Popularity and the life of
all the parties, Their steps stop as they peer towards their competitiors. Aphrodisia smirks and leans against Draco's shoulder, whispering secretivly to him. He nods his head faintly before the two take into a dead run, simultaneously sliding into the ring and heading right for their opponents. You'll get your close-up. Missy Janson - And finally.. They are the OWF Tag Team Champions!.. The team of Plague and Angel.. Exile! The arena goes pitch black. For a few moments, nothing but the muttering of the crowd is heard, then suddenly a faint golden beam of light shines on the entrance ramp. The ominous sounds of the demonic choir in Damien resonate throughout the arena as the jumbotron flashes images of Angel and Plague in the ring, their decimated opponents,and brief glimpses of the word "Exile." Out of nowhere, comes the high pitched squealing of guitar feedback, and the ramp explodes and alights with flames going down both sides. Angel and Plague step out from behind the curtain, Plague with his guitar slung around his back, and Angel with his studded leather jacket gleaming in the light. A strobe light kicks in, and they make their way to the ramp in slow motion, Plague running, and Angel walking casually behind. Once in the ring, Plague sits cross-legged on the turnbuckle and Angel leans casually against the ropes as they wait for the match to begin. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Angel and Spaz start the match out, as Draco and Aphrodisia both get a break. Falcoon - Lazy bums. Burst - They have to be aware in this match, the belts don't have to change hands by pinning Angel or Plague. First pinfall wins. Angel and Spaz circle each other, taking their time as they stalk each other. They meet up in the middle of the ring and lock up, with Angel pushing Spaz hard down to the mat. Spaz crashes down with a thud and looks up at Angel, he pushes himself up and he charges at Angel with a spear, but instead of taking Angel down to the mat he uses his shoulder and he pushes him all the way into the opposite corner where Prissy is waiting. Spaz rams his shoulder into Angel's midsection as he rests up against the turnbuckle. After a few shoulder rams, Spaz stands up and tags in Prissy. Spaz wraps his hands around Angels throat while Prissy unleashes a series of swift kicks to the sternum of Angel. The referee tries to break Spaz's chokehold, and eventually does, but by that time Angel has already collapsed to the mat trying to regain his breath. Burst - Now thats the definition of teamwork. While Angel is sitting on the mat, Prissy stands above him. She doesn't waste too much time before jumping into the air and bringing both her feet forward into a front drop kick to Angel's forehead. Angel immediately gets knocked down to his back as he holds the bridge of his nose. Prissy tries for the quick cover...1..tw- kickout! Falcoon - WAYYY too early for that. Barely even got a two-count. Burst - Well, we all know Prissy isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. Falcoon - Yeah, she's about as sharp as your average tablespoon. Burst - AHOOO! Falcoon - ...That's my line! Burst - Yep, it is- annoying isn't it. Falcoon - Kinda. Prissy immediately stands, and she quickly extends her arm back out to Spaz. She tags him in, and Spaz climbs up the turnbuckle as Prissy uses all her strength to pick Angel up by his left arm and hair. She stands Angel up, and as soon as he is on his feet, Prissy walks to the corner. Angel looks droggy, and Spaz jumps off the top rope. He grabs Angels dead and tries to swing down for a jumping from the top-rope DDT, but Angel catches Spaz. He quickly flips Spaz over his body, launching his body half way across the ring with a Northern Lights Suplex. As Spaz hits the mat, he slides a few inches after impact and immediately grabs his back. Angel is able to push himself to his feet quickly, walking to his corner and tagging in Plague. Spaz sees this, and out of the corner of his eye he sees Draco extending his arm out. Spaz is reluctant to leave Plague and Draco in the ring, but Spaz has no choice. He reaches out and tags in Draco, before he slides himself to the outside of the ring. Draco comes in as Plague is already about halfway towards Draco. Draco runs and jumps into the air, nailing a Lou Thesz Press and throwing fists of fury to the facial region of Plague. Plague makes every attempt to cover himself up with his forearms, and they glance off a few blows from Draco, but a majority of the punches find their mark. Burst - The World Champion looks determined to take out each member of Imperium. Falcoon - Too bad he needed DK's help to get the best of an injured Williams. Burst - Mexican? Falcoon - You're really out of material, aren't you? How the hell did you get this job anyways? Burst - Your mother! Falcoon - That doesn't make any sense. Burst - You sure it doesn't? Falcoon - ...You done? Burst - Yep. Draco continues to punish Plague, and as soon as he realizes Plague is hurting he stands up, pulling Plague along with him up to his feet by his hair. As soon as Plague stands, Draco winds up and clotheslines Plague so hard that Draco falls forward to the mat with all of the momentum he built up. Plague falls to the mat holding his neck in pain and gasping for air. Draco waists no time, as while he is on the mat with Plague he wraps his arm around his head, grabbing Plague in a tight headlock. Plague tries to jam his fingers between Dracos arm and his own neck to create some space to breathe, but it isn't working well. Draco, knowing he has Plague right where he wants him, starts to stand up with Plague still in the headlock and in Draco's firm control. He walks with Plague over to his corner, where Aphrodisia sticks her hand out to tag. With his free hand, Draco tags in Aphrodisia. She steps through the ropes and Draco stands Plague up tall before Aphrodisia. She kicks Plague right in the midsection, doubling over as Draco exits the ring. Aphrodisia sticks Plagues head between her legs and lifts him straight up into the air, and falls backwards nailing a huge piledriver on Plague. She immediately covers...1...2...broken up by Angel who nails Aphrodisia with a double axe-handle to the back of her head, knocking her off Plague and breaking up the pin. Falcoon - No, now THAT's teamwork defined. From the other corner of the ring, Draco gets into the ring and charges towards Angel, but he is stopped by the referee. The referee has his back to Plague and Angel, who are now double teaming the fallen Aphrodisia, stomping her midsection over and over again. The fans chorus in with boo's as Draco continues to try to help Aphrodisia, but the more he tries, the more he is indirectly hurting her. Angel looks over at Draco across the ring and he grabs Aphrodisia by her hair and lifts her head up a bit as she is still laying on the mat. Angel smiles widely and rears his foot back, kicking Aphrodisia right in the face and immediately sending blood out of her nose and mouth. The fans all gasp as her head falls down to the mat. Burst - Holy shit! Draco pushes the referee out of the way at this point and tackles Angel down hard to the mat. The fans go NUTS, they jump to their feet as Draco starts to slam the back of Angels head over and over again into the mat. Plague comes over and grabs Draco off of Angel, but Draco swings around and decks Plague with one hard right to the jaw. Burst - Draco is a man on a mission. Then, suddenly from Draco's left, Spaz charges in and grabs his arm, he quickly swings it around Draco's neck. He lifts him into the air and SLAMS him down onto his knee. Falcoon - Spaz just hit his finisher, The End!!! Burst - Damnit, he came out of nowhere! Draco lays unconscious on the mat as Spaz covers him. Falcoon - We may have new tag team champions here! The referee drops into place..1...2...Plague pulls Spaz off of Draco and lifts Spaz to his feet. He grabs him by the back of the head and throws him over the top rope, and Spaz goes flying to the floor in a mess. Plague then covers the fallen Draco...1...2...Prissy runs it and stomps the back of Plague's head, knocking him off of Draco. Immediately Prissy covers Draco as the referee drops down into place, again...1...2...thr- Draco kicks out! Everybody is in the ring, minus Spaz who is pulling himself up on the canvas on the outside. Burst - This is mayhem. The referee is counting for the illegal people, and i'm not talking about mexicans! Plague and Aphrodisia are the legal wrestlers! Angel and Aphrodisia start getting up about the same time, and they lock eyes and immediately start to brawl with Aphrodisia getting the upper hand for a few seconds. As soon as Angel starts to gain the upper hand, Aphrodisia takes a cheap route and kicks Angel in the crotch, sending him down to the ring holding himself as he screams in pain. Aphrodisia laughs as she jumps and lands a dropkick across the neck of Angel. He lays on his back, grabbing his neck, and Aphrodisia reaches down and grabs him by his hair. She lifts his head up and she licks the side of his face. Burst - Uh oh, you know what this means. She slams the back of his head down onto the mat and she quickly adjusts his body to be squared perfectly with the turnbuckle. She hops up to the second turnbuckle immediately, then to the top quickly. She turns and faces the ring, and Angel, and she jumps off, flipping forward completely and nailing the 450 Splash from the top rope. Burst - The French Kiss on Angel!!! Aphrodisia stays on for the pin...1...2...Spaz slides in and breaks up the pin as he dives and nails Aphrodisia in the small of her back with a quick elbow. Plague is avoiding to attack Prissy, as she continues to go after him. She nails him with a kick to the thigh, that nearly trips him up. He just brushes it off and goes to charge Draco. As he tries, Prissy nails a drop-toe hold on Plague smacking his face right on the mat. Draco looks down at Angel who is slowly recovering on one knee. Instead of attack him, Draco walks over to Spaz who has just stood up and he irish whips him into the far corner. Spaz hits the turnbuckle with such force he nearly falls down from the impact, but he grabs the ropes and holds himself up. Draco runs full speed at Spaz, but Spaz is able to get his feet up in time and bring them right into the face of Draco. Draco falls to the mat like a ton of bricks and Spaz walks out of the corner. As soon as he does though, he is kicked in the midsection out of nowhere by a recovered Angel. Angel picks Spaz up for a scoop slam, but instead of slamming him down, he holds up up in a tombstone piledriver position. He jumps into the air and sits out, slamming Spaz's head into the mat with Angel's Holocaust, a Screwdriver piledriver. Spaz is immediately injured badly and with his last bit of strength, he rolls to the outside of the ring to protect himself, but he also leaves Prissy in the ring by herself. Plague is to his feet and is still trying to talk Prissy out of fighting him, but he is met with a kick to the crotch just like Angel was. Prissy wastes no time in climbing up the turnbuckle nearest to Plague as she signals for her finisher, the Mirror Walk top rope hurricanrana pin. Plague turns around and Prissy jumps off the top tope, wrapping her legs around Plague's head. She swings down, trying to execute the hurricanrana but Plague grabs her thighs and prevents himself from flipping over and her from finishing the move. She tries as hard as she can to flip Plague, but he doesn't budge. He lifts his foot and he kicks Prissy in the shoulder blades, weakening her a bit and Plague swings her back up so she is now in a powerbomb position in Plagues favor. Burst - Oh no... Plague walks over to the ropes nearest to the announcers table. Falcoon - Oh shit Nick, MOVE! ..With all of his might, Plague throws Prissy out of the ring and she goes CRASHING through the announcers table right in front of Nick and Gordie with a HUGE powerbomb reversal from Plague. Prissy isn't moving as the two announcers, still with their headsets on, check on her. Burst - We need EMT's. NOW! Both Spaz and Prissy are on the outside of the ring now, leaving the two teams of Draco and Aphrodisia and Exile. EMT's come rushing down with a gurney for Prissy, who still hasn't moved from the wreck of tables. Burst - Plague is a damn animal! Falcoon - You saw just as well as everybody else, Plague didn't want to fight Prissy. She wanted to fight him, and she got what she deserved. The referee finally has control of the match again, and he puills Draco and Angel apart and tells them both to go to their corners. EMT's strap Prissy to the gurney and start wheeling her out as the fans all stand and give her a loud round of applause. Draco and Angel both step to the outside of the ring as a bloody Aphrodisia and an upset Plague square off. Plague can't help but take his eyes off Aphrodisia to see if Prissy is okay, but as soon as he does that he feels the thud of Aphrodisia's two feet planted right into his chest with a dropkick. It sends him falling backwards, but he catches himself on the ropes. Aphrodisia charges at Plague, but he ducks and back body drops her over the top rope. Aphrodisia reverses in midair though, and lands on the canvas on the outside of the ring. Plague has his back to her and she grabs him by the back of his head and she jumps down to the outside, cranking his neck backwards on the top rope hard. Plague falls to the ring, holding his neck and kicking his legs as Aphrodisia slides back in and jumps right on top of Plague for the cover...1...2...kickout by Plague! Aphrodisia slams the mat with her closed fist and she immediately stands up, bringing Plague to his feet with her. She irish whips him hard into the opposite corner, and she follows him in. With all of her strength, she lifts Plague up and sits him on the top rope. She climbs up with him and stands him up on the top rope. Burst - Both Aphrodisia and Plague are on that top rope! Suddenly, Plagues foot slips off the rope and he an Aphrodisia fall straight to the floor on the outside, both come crashing down on the hard concrete. Falcoon - MY GOD! Both of them are knocked unconscious on the outside. The fans chant "Holy Shit, Holy Shit!" loudly as neither seem to be moving. Draco jumps down and checks on Aphrodisia, as Angel looks on concerned for Plague. The referee orders Draco into the ring, and deems Aphrodisia and Plague unable to compete. Burst - This starts off as a 3-Way Tag Match, now it's down to Angel and Draco. Falcoon - The same two men who will be fighting this Sunday for the World Title. Angel steps into the ring as Draco stays with Aphrodisia. The referee starts to count out Draco. Burst - Aphro is hurt damnit! Atleast let him make sure she's okay. Falcoon - This is wrestling, not cooking or cleaning- big boys sport. EMT's come firing back out. They realize Spaz is still out and injured badly, so he gets attended to first and gets wheeled out immediately. Two more gurneys get wheeled out as Plague and Aphrodisia are being treated by other EMT's on the outside. Draco slides into the ring, eventually and squares off with Angel. The fans all go nuts as they circle each other. They lock up, giving their last bits of strength into fighting each other. Angel gets the upperhand and hiptosses Draco to the mat, Draco slowly rolls over and back to his feet where he is met with a big boot to his face, knocking him right back down. At this point the EMT's roll Plague and Aphrodisia up the ramp. Angel points to the sky and he reaches down, grabbing a fistful of Draco's hair and lifting him to his feet. He immediately sticks Draco's head between his legs and reaches down, lifting him up into a crucifix position. Angel sets up Draco for Angel's Redemption, but Draco kicks his legs and he is able to break free from the grasp of Angel, but as he does he collides with the referee and knocks him down to the mat. Angel turns around and is met with a hard right to the face that sends Angel stumbling back, he bounces off the ropes and when he charges at Draco, Draco grabs him up into the air the slams him down with a spinning sidewalk slam. The fans go nuts as Draco stands, and grabs Angel's legs. He grapevines Angel's legs. Burst - He's gonna lock on When All Else Fails!! Falcoon - No, damnit, NO! He turns Angel over and turns locking him in a neck lock and absolutely grinding the neck and back region of Angel. Angel screams in pain, but doesn't tap out. Burst - Only a matter of seconds now! Angel kicks and fights, trying to break free from the hold, but the more he struggles, the tighter the hold gets. Draco cranks back on his neck once more and Angel reaches up, almost like he wants to tap, but he clenches his fist and fights it. Burst - OH GOD DAMNIT Falcoon - What! Suddenly from the ramp we see Jesse Williams run out. He slides into the ring and Draco breaks the hold on Angel as soon as he sees Williams. He charges at him, trying to clothesline Williams but Williams ducks. When Draco turns around, he is immediately met with a superkick that rattles the jaw of Draco and sends him crashing down to the mat, head-first. The fans all boo loudly. Burst - Get out of here you god damn mexican! Falcoon - That's what Draco gets! Burst - Draco had the tag gold around his waist basically!!! Williams runs to the corner, with one great leap he jumps to the top rope and faces Draco. He jumps off the top rope and comes CRASHING down on Draco's chest with a Swanton Bomb. Williams grabs his own neck a bit in pain, but he recovers and grabs the lifeless Angel. He drags him over to Draco's fallen body and lays his arm on top of him. Jesse walks over to the referee and wakes him up. He drags him over to see the pin. The referee sees Angel on top of Draco and starts the count. Burst - Damnit, NO! ...1...2...3!! Falcoon - Just a preview of Quest For The Best on Sunday! Williams celebrates as he slides out of the ring, walking to the announcers table. He walks up to the table and grabs the Tag Titles and slides immediately back into the ring. Missy Janson - Your winners and STILL OWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS....PLAAAGUE AND ANGEEEEL; THE TEAM OF EXIIIIIIILE! Burst - oWf United got robbed here tonight! Plague limps back down to ringside and crawls back into the ring to celebrate the victory. They all embrace as fans continue to throw trash at the three men and boo them. Falcoon - Jesse only took out revenge on Draco! Burst - Yeah whatever! This was bull shit. Plague is just fucking fine. Falcoon - They all look pretty rough, but they have a fighting spirit! The three members of Imperium stand a bit shaken at ringside. In the center is Jesse Williams, with both hands being raised by his stable-mates. The fans boo loudly. Cameron Frost stands on the rampway, staring into the ring. All three men have their hands raised, facing Frost. They drop their winning poses, and Williams taunts Frost to get in the ring. Plague waves Frost in, as Angel laughs at their antics. Frost looks around the arena, and the fans begin to cheer. Frost walks around the ring, and grabs a steal chair sitting off to itself, near the ringsteps. Frost walks up the steps, and paces on the apron. Imperium's full attention remains on Frost, who now steps into the ring. The four men have a stand-off. Falcoon - Frost is an idiot! He's going to be killed in there! Burst - Falcoon! I really don't think he cares! The fans begin to chant, "Frost, Frost, Frost!" All three men that oppose him prepare themselves for an attack. It comes quickly. Crack! Frost swings wildly and connects to the face of Jesse Williams. Before he can swing again he's taken down by Plague. Angel then attacks with several more heavy kicks. They pick him up, only to execute a double-powerbomb that lays him out! Williams is now coming to, blood is flowing from his eyebrow now, as he scans the ring. Williams picks up the steal chair that was just used against him and motions to Exile to hold Frost up. They oblige, and Williams mockingly takes a batters stance. He then swings two handed and nails Frost in the head. The shot echoes throughout the arena and an eruption of boo's fill the air. Burst - Come on! Where the hell is the rest of the OWF? Falcoon - Hiding under their lockers! Frost lays on the ground in a heap, his body vibrating from the pain inflicted by the sickening chair shot. Or is it? No, Frost is laughing. In obvious pain, Frost laughs almost maniacally. Williams motions for them to pick him up again. Exile hold Frost firmly in place, regardless that he's drooping heavily. Williams unloads another violent chair shot. Exile don't let Frost go this time. Instead they hold his almost lifeless body up. Frost's eyes are wide open as blood starts pouring from a large gash on his forehead. Again he laughs wildly. Burst - He's lost his damn mind Falcoon! Falcoon - HIT HIM AGAIN! Again Williams unloads a third shot. This shot opens the cut up much more, and blood gushes and spurts all over the ring. Again Exile hold onto Frost. Frost's laughter has vanished, but a wide smile remains. His head drops and hangs for a moment. Fighting to stay conscious, Frost jolts his head up and laughs again. Frost then spits a large amount of blood in Williams direction, and laughs. A smile comes across his face, but it doesn't last long, as Williams unleashes three more back to back chair shots that bend the steal chair in half. Exile let go of Frost who hits the mat hard. Frost is clearly knocked out and barely breathing. The three men continue their celebration. They then exit the ring, leaving the bloody carnage that is Frost. Almost all of the ring is stained in blood, and Frost lays face down in a pond of it. Imperium make their exit and EMT's rush the ring. They quickly circle around Frost and block any sort of clear view. A few moments pass, with a dead silent crowd, all on their feet and the EMTs move back. You can see Frost pulling himself up on the shoulder of a large EMT. Amazingly he stands, but quickly stumbles to the ropes. He holds himself up on the ropes, as the fans begin to chant his name. He drops down to the mat and rolls outside. He bums some shocked and sickened fans for a cigaratte, and is quickly tossed one. He reaches into his pocket and grabs a lighter. He lights the cigaratte, and holds himself up on the safety rail. Out of it on his feet, Frost strumbles as if he were drunk up the rampway, and to the back. He leaves a trail of fresh blood. Burst - That's a real man. Falcoon - That's a moron that doesn't have a loyal team to help him! The OWF logo spins then seals itself on the screen.
Suddenly the cameras open back up still inside the arena. Fans slowly begin to fliter out... As Jesse Williams, Plague and Angel have crawled back into the ring and are sitting on the turnbuckles watching the fans leave. Suddenly a stir raises in the arena as the guitar comes across... PA System - I'm havin trouble tryin to sleep... I'm countin sheep but runnin out! They hop off the turnbuckles and stare at the stage. Fans begin to fill the seats once again as President Diamond Kid steps out on the stage. Prez DK - Hey Hey Hey.. We aren't done yet! This is overtime! I have a few things to say that I didn't have a chance to earlier tonight. First off.. The Quest for the Best Tournament next Sunday... It's gonna contain the following 8 men. That ugly son of a bitch in the ring.. No not Plague... The fans laugh as he points. Prez DK - The mexican one! He's in the tourny!.. Along with 7 others that will be revealed on the OWF website tonight and on the OWF network after we go off air tonight. But... BUT.. Heres the big hype. This years winner of the Quest for the Best tournament will recieve the oppertunity to run OWF Monday Night Addiction the week following the pay per view! This draws a huge reaction from the crowd. Prez DK - They will book the matches and be in charge of MY everyday duties. Basically.. The winner will be interm president for one night. That's something worth fighting for! Their are of course stipulations. One of them is that the winner will NOT be able to book himself in any sort of title matches for that event! Prez DK - Now.... You really think I'd let you three get the last word on me going into the pay per view? He points back up to the ring. Prez DK - Look at you three.. You can barely stand up after tonight. I told you boys this was a war... and I DON'T lose wars! And I'm not gonna leave you in suspense any longer. So without further or do.. I'd like to introduce you to the force that will destroy The Imperium and give us total control over the OWF once again... Ladies and gentlemen.. We Are... oWf United! Theirs a pause before the PA system crackles. PA System - BREAKDOWN! Suddenly The OWF Champion Draco steps out with his title over his shoulder and a grin on his blood dried face. His music stops but another follows. 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 A sore Aphrodisia Jordan steps out next to Draco as The Imperium members point and laugh. Behind her flocks in another... Joseph Storm. Jesse grabs a mic. Jesse - Is that ALL you got? Is that it? A washed up Cameron Frost, a bitch, a champion he just pinned, and that prick!? That's it? Where's ole double o 6? He pack up when he realized he couldn't cut it? And Storm's head is so fuckin far up your a... DK motions up to above him and Jesse's mic is cut off. Prez DK - Jesse... You know what's funny? The fact that you have NO idea what we've got in store for you. You see.. Sometimes when your in the heat of a battle you have to swallow pride... Sometimes you have to take what you can. Sometimes you have to do things you REALLY don't wanna do.. In order to.... Shyne... Draco leads the way as he, Aphrodisia, and Storm walk towards the ring.. Suddenly Shyne darts out from behind the curtain and rushes catches up with them as they dart into the ring!! Falcoon - SHYNE? What the fuck? Eww! Burst - That's swallowing pride! Draco and Angel square off, trading blows as Plague and Jordan tie up. He whips her to the ropes, trying for The Vaccine on the bounce back. Aphrodisia catches his foot, still running, and yanks him into a wishbone split which Storm assists her with. Shyne slams into Williams with a shoulderblock that sends both men reeling backwards. Draco manages to catch Angel upside the jaw with a from the floor uppercut, then manhandles the larger man over the top rope. Jordan and Storm pick Plague up by his legs and toss him up and over, leaving him to faceplant on the mat. Williams looks around, feral panic in his eyes as he tries to simultaneously size up the odds and fend off Shyne. He bails from the ring and begins to stumble his way up the aisle toward Prez DK, Exile in tow, as the rest of OWF United stand in the ring and work the crowd. Prez DK - Oh, Jesse... I forgot to mention. There's this other guy... PA System - Bloodhound Gang is here to get it on. So rock on, brothers, rock on The ubercatchy backbeat of "Legend In My Spare Time" cranks up, leading from dead apathy on the new arrival to the cusp of curiosity by the time Jimmy Pop and Daddy Long Legs begin their tag team rapping. Williams pauses for a moment, shakes his head, and continues heading toward Diamond Kid. Meanwhile, OWF United confers in the ring. Falcoon - Who the hell takes this long to enter? Burst - Just you watch. DK has an ace up his sleeve. PA System - No rhyme, no reason, no job, no class And we don't go near the ghetto 'cause they'd shoot our ass DK begins to look around nervously as The Imperium continues to advance. OWF United begin to slowly exit the ring, stalking behind Williams, Plague, and Angel. PA System - Go! Go! Yeah! Yeah! Falcoon - Up his sleeve, huh? I think DK's about to lose his shirt! AHOO! Burst - Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Falcoon - YE- NO! Prez DK - He'll be here any second, I fucking swear. The chorus continues to play out as Williams finds the inner strength to break into a run, charging straight at DK. Taking the cue, Plague and Angel follow. DK drops his microphone and vanishes behind the curtain in a hurry. Jesse Williams tears through the curtain. There's a moment's pause, then he staggers back out into the arms of Plague and Angel, all but knocked out on his feet. Falcoon - Who would dare!?! Burst - Just watch, Greg. The house lights die and the curtain parts, admitting a slim figure with a pair of outstretched sparklers in his hands as the Outsider-Tron flashes, simply, "KING King of the Mountain." The first thing to catch the eye as the light returns is the glint of gold at the waist; OWF gold. He throws back his head, sending the mass of unnaturally yellow spikes that is his hair into even greater disarray. He's wearing colorless cargo cut-offs, black work boots, an OWF T-shirt, and a Japanese short sword that's seen better centuries over his back for that little bit of new wave flair that really sets a career underachiever apart. Burst - It's the Show-Opener! Falcoon - Who? Burst - The Undercard Hero! Falcoon - The what? Burst - Piter Svoboda! Falcoon - Oh. Him. Angel and Plague leave Jesse weaving around the stage on his own and attempt to close the gap between them and Svoboda, but each has a sparkler thrown at him. Falcoon - He looks a little drunk. Burst - Forget how he looks, Falcoon. I can smell him from here. Falcoon - No, that's... that's not true. That's impossible. Burst - I love the smell of vodka in the evening. It smells like... victory. They manage to bat the distracting pieces of superheated metal aside, smirking. Piter smirks back and pulls the battered pawn shop wakizashi off his back, then uses it to trace a line on the floor of the stage. Plague and Angel hesitate, and Svoboda pulls a microphone from one of his numerous pockets. Piter Svoboda - Thanks. I appreciate my space, and I appreciate my chance to talk. I've got a few words for The Imperium, and especially for Jesse Williams. Listen, I- Diamond Kid's voice suddenly echoes throughout the arena. Prez DK - Sorry, folks, but we are OUT OF TIME! See you next week! |
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