|
 |
|
|
The camera's take you inside of Timmons Arena, Plague stands at the front enterance of the arena holding a box of buttons. This isn’t what is unusual about him though. Instead of the long flowing trenchcoat and cigarettes he wears a long tuxedo style jacket that is covered with the stars and stripes as a pattern and perched on his head is a top hat with a similar pattern. He would look just like Uncle Sam if he had a beard. He grins and hands out a button to a few people, already having a few adorning his own jacket. Plague - Thank you very much ma’am...vote for Plague. He pins one on a stubborn baby’s jumper...drawing blood and causing ear splitting racket. The mother whisks it away with a scandalized look before he can do anymore damage. Plague - Remember...vote for Plague! Voice - Well...don’t you look all...spiffy... Plague stops and looks over his shoulder. Box of buttons still in his hand, Plague slowly turns around to face the voice. Plague - Well...hello Jesse. For a second I thought it might the Dark Lord...he’s all broody like you are right now. Jesse lets out a dry laugh, rubbing the three day stubble on his chin. Jesse - Funny. You always had a gift with...uh...humour. Plague - That’s why the people love me Jesse... The two stand staring each other down Jesse flexes his fist, causing the knuckles to crack. Plague grins at him and pulls out a button. Plague - Want a button Jesse? Sure they say “Vote for Plague”...but that’s not all they do. Check this out. Plague hits the one on his chest and the words change to...“Jesse Williams stinks”. Plague grins and holds one out to Williams. Plague - Just be careful...I just washed my hands I don’t want a dirty Mexican like yourself dirtying it up. Williams smacks it away and grabs Plague by the jacket and slams him against the wall. People are starting to wonder and gather round to see a scrap between the two potential number one contendors. Jesse - I’m better then you, Plague. You must know that. You must know that I would make ten times the contendor then you would. Plague - Contendor maybe...but definitely not champion. Now if you’ll excuse me... Jesse pulls his arm back for a punch to the head, but quick as a flash...Plague jams the pin from the button into Jesse cheek. He flinches and releases his grip allowing Plague to drive a knee into his groin. Plague winds up and uses the button box to send an upper cut to his face. Williams falls down onto his ass, and Plague winds up and sends a swift boot into his face, driving it back into the cement. Plague adjusts his jacket and shakes his head... Plague - Oh he’s really ten times the contendor... Plague turns on his heel leaving Williams flat on his back surrounded by buttons that say “Vote for Plague” and “Jesse Williams Stinks”.
Compound Title Match
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 blood of OWF as well as old footage passes over your screen as "Riot" by 3 Days Grace plays in the background. The opening segment of Addiction grabs your attention and the theme itself becomes addicting.
The camera's take you back to one week ago. Prez DK - What the hell is the meaning of this? The words "OWF Contender Elect" come across the american flag on the OWFTron. Prez CJ - Don't you remember, we each select our candidate for the OWF Contender Elect....the winner of the election receives an automatic shot at the World Title! Prez DK - And? Prez CJ - Jesse Williams is my nominee. Prez DK - How does that stop me from firing him? Owner Meca - It doesn't... The OWFTron switches to a picture of Meca Blight in his office in the back. He has paper airplanes laying all over the table as he looks directly into the camera. Burst - What does this idiot want? Meca - But I can. Hiiiii CJ! DiK! I just have one thing I want to change about that statements you just had made. Firstly, Yes, we did announce there would be a new announcer... Falcoon - Okay...? Meca - ...But, it won't be Jesse Williams. He isn't first, and is still an OWF Wrestler. HIIII JESSE!! Meca waves at the camera, he looks into the lens as if waiting for a responce. Burst - Who is it gonna be?! Meca - Before I announce the third point of the square called the announcing team.. Burst - Dumbass.. Meca - DK, you and I have something to discuss first. You brought Imperium here? Prez DK - Yeah I did Meca. Meca - Well, since they have disrupted enough matches, and your constant lack of respect by your constant firings of wrestlers who do not deserve it, I have to take action. Falcoon - What is he babbling about? Meca - I have to make an example of you. Meca leans in. Meca - DK......you're fired. The fans go crazy and almost blow the roof off the arena with cheers. Burst - WHAT! Falcoon - OH MY GOD. HE JUST FIRED THE PRESIDENT! Diamond Kid - YOU CAN'T FIRE ME! I..I'M SCOTT FUCKING KIDD! Meca - I can and I just did..Chase Johnson is now sole President of the OWF! Burst - This is...crazy! Meca - And as for that final announcers spot....Hey DK, I hear you're looking for a job. Falcoon - NO WAY! Meca - Ladybugs and germs...meet the third member of the announcing team...THE DIAMOND KID!!!! Burst - I....don't know what to say! Falcoon - No time to! We have to go!
We pan once across the crowd of a couple thousand in Greenville, South Carolina! "Riot" by 3 days grace continues to play over the PA system as the camera's land at the commentary table. Falcoon - There you saw it! Diamond 'Incognito' Kid fired as the OWF president! DK - I... Can't.. Believe I am on commentary. Burst - Well that's what you get for hanging out with Chris Green, he takes everyone's careers to the gutter with him. DK - This is embaressing. Burst - Now you know how we feel. Kept telling you to hire new writers. DK - Not the lines the dip shit. Being a fuckin commentator. Falcoon - Hey I have a question. How come the two richest guys at this table have sun glasses on? Theres a chuckle as Burst and DK exchange a glance. Burst - I'm drunk, and he's probably spun outta his mind! DK - Hey shut up man you are the one who chopped a (Censored!) (Censored!) (Censored!)then (Censored!) (Censored!) garden hose (Censored!) (Censored!) Tire Iron (Censored!) and a black nun named Carla. Falcoon - Oh that's naaaaaasty. haha oh hoo. So I was informed earlier that Meca Blight has named this "Prez CJ Appreciation Night" DK - What the.... I never had an appreciation. The OWF-Tron flashes and a picture of CJ pops up on the screen. The words "PREZ CJ APPRECIATION NIGHT" under it. Burst - Well DK, from me to you.. Thanks for running the OWF in the ground 11 times and knocking me outta a job! Falcoon - He touk yeerrr ja- Burst - Not now moron. Falcoon - Sorry. DK - Bull shit is what it is! The OWFTron is lit up with a picture of Angel. The fans boo loudly at the World Champion, who has the World Title slung over his shoulder. He is looking directly into the camera. Angel - How do I feel about President Chase Johnson? Well.. Angel raises his hand to his chin, scratching it briefly. Angel - To be honest, I've never really talked to the guy. He's a good guy I guess, I just never see him around. I heard he has a bit of a drinking problem too! DK - It's true! Angel - Uh, I guess that's all I really know about the guy. The OWFTron fades to black. The camera switches over to the announcers booth, again. Burst - What the hell was that? Falcoon - It's Chase Johnson Appreciation Night! DK - Waiiit a second.. Burst - Shhh! DK - What! CJ DOESNT HAVE ANY IDEAS SO HE STEALS FROM- Falcoon - IT'S TIME FOR OUR FIRST MATCH! Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen good evening and welcome to OWF PRESIDENT CJ APPRECIATION NIGHT! Falcoon - I think this is a rerun. Burst - What? Falcoon - I've seen this show before. DK - We're live.. ya dip shit. Missy Janson - The following contest is a triple threat match! Introducing first.. Representing The Compound.. Burst - Compound? What the shit is that? Falcoon - It's our minor leagues. Duhh.. You fucking retard Missy Janson - From Cameron, North Carolina... PA System - At the bottom of a swimming pool, I think I found a clue. I know, that I'm getting CLOSER.. A large explosion happens on the stage. The fans all jump to their feet looking towards the entrance ramp. Immediately after the pyro, "Dead and Gone" by I am the Avalanche starts to play. Missy Janson - "Stunning" Shannon Winterz! PA System - She's Gone Away, She's gone away. I need to hear her say the world doesn't mean as much as you do. Then the curtain pushes open and from the back "Stunning" Shannon Winters walks out. She spends a few seconds at the top of the ramp before she slowly walks down it, towards the aisle, with her eyes concentrated on the ring. As she walks down the aisle she eyes up the fans around the ring, and gives a look up to the rafters before she gets to the apron. She quickly slides in under the bottom rope. She pushes herself up from a push up position and walks over to her corner. She leans up against the turnbuckle and awaits action. Falcoon - Winterz has been impressive as of late in the compound, looks like she's getting a break tonight! Burst - She's just there to get her ass kicked and sell the sex. Missy Janson - Introducing next.. The arena goes dim, only a red strobe light flickers towards the entrance. The chords to "The Fragile" begin. "She shines A downpour of single-stemmed red roses begins from the rafters covering the entire arena. Missy Janson - From Santa Barbara California... AnaSatsia! "fragile Anastasia emerges slowly from the curtain dressed in a pair of razor-cut denim jeans, a black tank top and black thigh-high boots and carrying a single stemmed red rose in her left hand while walking to the ring. she reads the minds of all the people as
they pass her by Anastasia steps onto the apron with the rose between her teeth, she stands gazing blankly to the crowd. We'll find the perfect place to go where
we can run and hide Taking the rose into her hand, Anastasia places the flower to her ebony colored lips kisses each peddle. it's something I have to do Anastasia tosses the rose into the crowd and awaits her opponent. Missy Janson - Annnnd Finally... From Boston MA... Piter... Svvvoboda! The house lights die, sending the crowd into confused hysterics. The Outsidertron lights up in a solid white, bathing the crowd in an eerie glow. A red T cartwheels across the screen from the right, settling in the left-center of the frame. A V of the same hue drops down from above, settling into the center of the screen. In dead silence, a crimson J dissolves into the right-center of the frame. Three rapid gunshots place the letters LLC below the TVJ in black. Rapid cross-wipe to black, leaving the arena dark again. First we hear the strings, then a little bit of guitar, and finally some high hat as the intro to Jeff Buckley's "Last Goodbye" plays out over the public address system. Clips of Piter Svoboda matches rapidly flash across the big screen, with straight cuts going from one to the next. Some notable examples are of Piter walking down an entrance ramp with the MVW Lightweight strap over one shoulder and the TV title over the other, his double elimination with Cliff Hanger during the battle royal in which he won his first World title in any promotion, and his forty foot fall after he won the OWF King of the Mountain match. Interspersed are various clips from old promos, including Piter Svoboda wearing his "Piterster" get-up. A mellow folk-rock riff continues until about a minute into the song. PA System - This is our last goodbye. The crowd erupts in a mixed, but very loud, reaction, some people going so far as to pelt the entrance ramp with foodstuffs and spare change while others try to get an "M-V-Dub" chant going. Halogens flood the arena, blinding everybody who's not prepared as Jeff Buckley continues to sing soulfully. The entrance curtain jerks aside, and Piter Svoboda steps through, lit cigarette dangling from one corner of his mouth. He's wearing colorless cargo pants, a comic book-themed T-shirt over an off-white long-sleeved shirt, mirrorshades, and his ubiquitous bike chain belt and boots. His hair appears to be freshly spiked. He frantically scoops the change into his pockets, takes a sip of a tossed Coca-Cola Classic, and makes his way down to the ring. He attempts to slap hands on his way to the ring, meeting mostly with failure. Upon reaching ringside, he tosses his shades into the crowd, where one lucky "fan" stomps on them until they're reduced to unidentifiable plastic shards. Finally he pitches his cigarette, slingshots himself over the top rope, and takes a seat in his corner (Ding, Ding, Ding) Burst - I absolutely cannot wait for this match....to end. DK - I can honestly say, I had nothing to do with this match being booked. Falcoon - We know. You aren't the President anymore. DK - I....WILL BE......AGAIN......Maybe. The match starts off with AnaStasia going after Shannon Winters. Winters is easily over matched, while Svoboda sits in the corner, enjoying himself as AnaStasia goes to town on the much weaker Winters. Svoboda plays to the crowd as AnaStasia lifts Winters up to her feet, and irish whips her across the ring where she bumps into Svoboda's back. Piter barely budges, but Shannon falls right to the mat after the collision. Burst - Hey DK, wasn't this guy brought in by you? DK - Yes. Burst - Hasn't done much since QFTB, though, has he? DK - Shut up, I hate you. Svoboda shrugs it off and hops to the second rope, holding his hands up in the air. Falcoon - One thing is for sure, the fans LOVE the show opener. AnaStasia comes up behind him, grabbing him by the legs and dumping him to the outside of the ring. Falcoon - AnaStasia, apparently, is not a fan. Winters is back up to her knees at this point as AnaStasia pulls her up the rest of her way to her feet by her hair. As soon as Winters stands, she his doubled over by a lifting knee to the chest, followed by a nasty fishermans brainbuster suplex. AnaStasia bridges her back for the pin, as Svoboda slides in trying to break up the count. 1...2...3! Piter jumps on top of AnaStasia a second too late. Missy Janson - Your winner of this bout...ANAAAAASTASIA! Falcoon - Well, impressive victory, I suppose. Burst - I'm just glad it's over. DK - Me too. Burst - YOU BOOKED THIS CRAP! DK - Ummmmmm...No, I didn't? Falcoon - Was that a question? DK - Wait, what? The feed cuts to the Imperium locker room, where most of the furniture is jumbled and massive amounts of garbage litter the floor. There are two benches, on the one to the left sits Plague, the tag title over his shoulder and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. On the one to the right sits Trent Steel tediously rubbing the tape around his wrists, his eyes filled with apathetic hate. In front of them stands Angel with his hands on his hips, the Network title and the tag title over his shoulders, and the World title around his waist. Plague flicks his cigarrete to the ground and looks up. Plague - So Green left us eh? Angel - Apparantely so. Plague - Fucken loser. Angel starts a slow pace around the center of the room. Angel - And it's all for the better. What was Green? What the fuck was he? He was the weak link. Dragging this stable down like a 2-ton anchor on a fucken rowboat. Steel - Washed up hack couldn't even take Kaige down. Good fucken riddance. Plague shifts his position on the bench, eyeing Angel who is still pacing. Plague - So where do we go from here? Angel - The same way we've been going. We are the core of this stable...have been since Steel got here. Nothing changes. It's business as usual. Steel - Fuck business. I want blood. I want my hands around Caine's neck. Angel - Don't we all. Plague - With Dik pulling the strings I'm sure you'll get your chance. Only a matter of time. Steel - That's too long. He rubs the wrist that was injured last week at the hands of Caine's boy toy. Steel - I want him tonight. Plague - I wouldn't mind that. Angel stops and looks at them both. Angel - It's a waste of fucken energy in my opinion. These people have no credibility...no reputation...no nothing. Let one of them beat one of us in the ring before we waste the time. He runs his hand through his hair and thinks for a moment. Angel - Although Caine IS an arrogant dick. Both men nod in agreement. Plague - After that shit they pulled last week? I say we send the message tonight. End this once and for all. Angel - Alright...I'm in. He turns to Steel. Angel - What'd you have in mind? A sick and twisted smile dawns on Steels face and the feed cuts back to the announcers. DK - That's my boys! Burst - Not too shabby now that Green is gone and they booted the mexican! Falcoon - Crappp.. Now YOU like the imperium Nick? Burst - Yeah.. ... Except The Canadian! Falcoon - Ugh.. Lets go backstage to more comments on Prez CJ Appreciation Night! Again, the OWFTron switches from black to the Owner of the OWF, Meca Blight. The fans cheer loudly. Meca - Chase Johnson and I are gooooood friends. Meca hops up onto the seat, and sits indian style. Meca - This one time we, um, made fun of DK! It was SWEET! He gave me doughnuts once! That was cool...Um... Meca scratches the top of his head. Burst - He looks like a damn monkey. Meca - He's....handsome. DK - What. Meca - I mean, has a strong handshake! Yes! Um Um... The fans all laugh as Meca fumbles along. Meca - And he's a GREAT PREZ! BETTER THAN THE EMERALD KID! DK - WHY you ungrateful bastard! The OWFTron fades to black, before the camera switches back to the announcers table. Burst - DK, you alright? You look like you blew a gasket or something. DK - NEXT FUCKING MATCH! Camera fades to lit hallway with numerous doors running through it on both sides. On each door sits the wrestlers name as obviously that is where that specific wrestler is preparing for their match. The camera pans down the hall looking at the different names on the doors as it then comes to on that it stops and focuses on. The door reads "Curtis Williams" on it. The door is cracked a bit as the door then swings wide open to show Curtis Williams sitting in a chair with a white tank top on, baggy jeans and white socks. He is putting on his shoes as a knock is heard on the door. Voice - Mr. Williams? X Factor - Yeah? Voice - Sorry to bother you but we have a package here for you. X Factor - Oh really? Voice - Yessir, give me a second and I will get some help bringing it in to you. X Factor - Aight. The man outside the locker room then is heard asking for a bit of help as about four guys come to help with the box outside of the locker room. It barely fits through the door, as it is reminisant of a small crate. After a few moments, the box is now inside the room as Williams is looking at it quite weirdly. Voice - Here you go sir. X Factor - Thanks! Williams looks at the box over and tries to figure out what could be inside. Without wasting much time he opens the top and jumps back, expecting to be attacked. After nothing happens, he notices it is full with bubble wrap and plastic popcorn. Suddenly, movement is heard as all of a sudden Bo Bo, Williams cousin, jumps out from the crate as Williams jumps back with his fists ready to defend himself. Bo Bo The Cousin - WHAT IT IS CUZ????? The crowd erupts at the sight of the little crack head midget. X Factor - Man, what you are doing here? Bo Bo The Cousin - Came to watch you wrestle. X Factor - ? Bo Bo The Cousin - Ok, and pick up some chicks. The crowd busts into laughter X Factor - Dude, get out of here. I gotta get ready for my match. Bo Bo The Cousin - Aight, Aight�€� Bo Bo attempts to jump out of the box but his legs can't reach the edge. He falls hard into the box but luckily falls on the plastic contents inside. Finally, with the help of Curtis, he gets out of the box and walks out with his head down to the floor. The crowd begins to sigh, as they feel somewhat bad for the poor crack head. Bo Bo walks to the door as he turns around to look back at Curtis with his lip poked out. He then gets a slight smile on his face. Missy Janson - The following contest is a scheduled for one fall with PDA rules! Bo Bo The Cousin - Can I come to the ring with you? X Factor - No! GO! Curtis runs to the door as Bo Bo takes off running down the hall and toward the exit as Curtis goes back into his dressing room, continuing to prepare for his match while shaking his head in disbelief. The crowd continues to bust into laughter. Missy Janson - Introducing first... From New York City, New York... Curtis Williams! Money in the Bank blares over the loud speaker as Curtis Williams comes slowly walking from the back. He is wearing a pair of black boots, black jeans with a white tanktop. The lights in the arena switch back and forth between gold and green. He walks the isle looking over the crowd as he slides into the ring and poses in each corner. He removes his tanktop and tosses it into the crowd as he awaits for the match to start. Missy Janson - His Opponent..... Burst - I think someone is about to get a visit f.... DK - SHUT UP! I asked you to say that line ONE FUCKING TIME. Try changing it up for fuck sakes! 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 Caaainnee! 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) Immediately, Caine reaches down towards his corner and he pulls up a large stop sign. He holds it up in the air as the fans cheer loudly. Curtis reaches down, pulling a pair of drumsticks off the mat. He holds them up in an X over his head as the fans boo. He looks out to the crowd, turning his back to Caine, which gives James the opportunity to whack Curtis across the back with the stop sign. Williams gets caught up on the ropes a bit, before turning around and breaking one of the drum sticks right over the head of Caine. Caine stumbles backwards, then rushes Curtis with the stop sign again. Curtis leans back on the ropes, lifting his feet into the air and kicking the stop sign into the face of Caine. He stumbles backwards as Curtis follows up, breaking the other drumstick over his head as Caine falls to the mat stunned. Burst - Lone member of Scarred doesn't look so good. DK - What do you expect from a B-Grade Stable of rejects like Scarred? Curtis takes the end of the splintered stick, and grinds it up against the forehead of Caine, who screams in pain as blood flows down his face. Curtis pulls the stick from his forehead, as spliters are visibly sticking out from the wound. Caine rolls over onto his hands and knees, as he crawls towards the stop sign. He has it in his hands, but he is still on all fours, as Curtis takes two jogging steps and then plants his right foot onto the back of Caine, using it as a springboard as he just jumps straight into the air. He comes crashing down on the back of James' head with a legdrop, which slams his head down onto the stop sign. Blood starts to pool on the dented stop sign. Falcoon - This guy is very impressive. DK - He's dismantling Caine like he's nothing. Burst - See, you're getting the handle on this announcing thing. DK - Hey Nick.. Burst - Yeah? DK - Eat shit. Falcoon - Oh no, you didn't just fall for that. Curtis lifts Caine up to his feet, and pushes him back first into the turnbuckle. He walks away from the turnbuckle, grabbing the garbage can in his corner which is full of crutches, baseball bats and other items, and he lays it in the middle of the ring. He walks back to the corner Caine is in, and he bends over, lifting Caine up and sitting him on the top rope. Curtis lays a right into his abdomen as he climbs up to the second rope. He wraps his arms around Caine, as he steps up to the top rope making Caine stand with him. All in one motion, he belly to belly suplexes Caine over his head and onto the trash can with the many items inside. Caine isn't moving as Curtis composes himself, and covers Caine on top of the garbage can mess...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Your winner....Cuuuurtis WIIIILLIAMS! Burst - Damn Mexican. DK - He's black... Burst - Williams is a mexican name! Falcoon - NO IT'S NOT! Burst - Shut up, what do you know about mexicans? Falcoon - What do YOU know about mexicans? Burst - Uhh, ummm...More, than...YOU! The OWFTron fades from back to see Mucho Grasa, No Hablo Ingles and Trabajo Para Comida- The Triple Crunch Taco Supremes. They all, somehow squeeze onto the one chair as the fans cheer loudly. They sit there, not saying a word and just staring at the camera. Ingles looks up at the lighting fixtures, as the interviewer speaks. Interviewer - Listen, guys, how do you feel about President Chase Johnson? Mucho Grasa - Que? Interviewer - Chase Johnson. No Hablo Ingles - No Hablo Ingles. Interviewer - Yes, I know that is your name...but how do you feel about Chase Johnson? Mucho Grasa - Casa Joooohnsan? Interviewer - NO, Chase Johnson. Trabajo Para Comida - Que? Interviewer - Ugh, forget it, thanks guys, you can leave now. The three continue sitting in the chair, not moving. They continue to stare into the camera, before it fades to black. The fans all laugh, before cheering loudly as we go back to the announcers table. Burst - DK, why did you have to hire more mexicans? DK - I don't really know, It was a big mistake. It started with Jesse, and now these three. Burst - Yeah, I feel like I don't even know you anymore. Suddenly we're taken back behind the scenes to a plain white corridor with doors on all sides. Out of nowhere three doors slam open and the three members of Imperium meet in the middle of the hallway. Angel - Alright boys, whaddawe got. Steel slowly brings his hands from behind his back and produces a mop with a face on it. Angel - Moppy...check. Plague reaches into his pocket and produces a small tube that reads "Personal lubricant." Angel - No lube...get that shit outta here. Plague shrugs his shoulders and tosses the tube back into the room he found it in. Angel - I found this in a pile of Aph's old shit. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a rounded piece of sandpaper. Plague - Sandpaper condom....nice. The feed cuts back to the announcers. DK - Ohh I love where this is going! Burst - I think James Caine is about to get "scarred". Falcoon - DK.. DK - Eat Shit! Falcoon - No... PLEEEEEASE HIRE US NEW WRITERS! DK - No deal. Another interview comes up on the OWFTron, as we see Former President Diamond Kid sitting in the chair. The fans greet him with a chorus of boos as he sits, staring blankly into the camera. Diamond Kid - Chase Johnson...He USED to be a friend of mine. He USED to know what wrestling was all about, but instead he goes around and (censored)s it all up! The fans boo loudly. DK - If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't be here today. WHERE THE HELL IS "DIAMOND KID APPRECIATION NIGHT"? He stands up and walks out of view, you can hear him mumbling obscenities to himself as he walks out of the room. Falcoon - Hahahaha. When did you do that? DK - I usually take a piss break, but Green isn't around anymore so I had to do that before we went on tonight! Burst - Whoa DK, little hostility towards CJ, eh? DK - Let's not talk about it. Hey Missy... Take this to the ring with you. He slips her a piece of paper, as Missy climbs into the ring she reads it off. Missy Janson - The following contest is tonight's main event! It is set for one fall and no disqualifications! Introducing first... From "Who Cares".. "That Washed Up Piece of Shit"... "The King of Book Me And No Show" ... Brian Lemay! DK - Yeah eat that fucker. I can't wait till this no talent piece of trash leaves! Falcoon - You signed him. DK - Yeah well I didn't know he'd fuck the fans. Burst - You can't fuck the... Falcoon - Not literally. Moron. Missy Janson - And his opponent... "The Imperium Presents" Trent Steel PA System - No place to run...No place to hide...The Imperium Age...Has now begun! Missy Janson - From Pittsburgh, PA.... "The Son of a Bitch..." TRENT STEEEEEL!! Diety by Dir En Gray starts to play as the lights go out. Red smoke enters the entraceway as Trent Steel emerges. He gets down the ring slowly and removes his coat and shades. Trent climbs through the ropes and gets into his fighting stance waiting for the bell to ring. (Ding, Ding, Ding) Steel exits the ring, reaching under it and pulls out a metal baseball bat. He slides into the ring as Lemay charges him. Steel ducks his clothesline attempt and when Lemay bounces off the ropes, he is met with a hard shot right to the gut with the bat. Lemay briefly falls to one knee, before he is smacked in the back of the head with the baseball bat as he collapses down to the ring. The fans are all shocked at the brutality of Trent Steel, as he lays another shot to the back of the fallen Lemay. Falcoon - Do you hear that crunching? Burst - Brian Lemay; he'll never go soggy in milk. DK - Who? Burst - What are you talking about? Falcoon - You said he won't go soggy in milk. Burst - I said nothing of the sort! Stop putting words in my mouth Gordon's Fisherman. Steel grabs Lemay by the arm, standing him up on his own two feet before he rears back and takes a full on swing and smacks Lemay right in the face with the baseball bat again. He falls to the mat like a ton of bricks as blood is flowing from every orafice in his face. Steel walks over, and places his foot on the chest of Lemay...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Your winner.....TREEEEENT STEEL! Falcoon - That was pretty brutal. Burst - I've seen worse...back in my.. Falcoon - Yeah, yeah, yeah..."back in my days in 'Nam", blah blah blah. Where were you stationed in Vietnam? Burst - Uhhhhh Tokyo. DK - I should fire you both. Burst - YOU CANT! YOU AIN'T PREZ! DK - But I will be again one day, and when I am, I won't have you two jerkoffs doing commentary. Burst - But you can't fire me... DK - Why? Burst - BECAUSE "I...I'M SCOTT (Censored) KIDD!" DK - I'm gonna choke you out old man, COME HERE! From the OWF Logo on the OWFtron, it fades into Jesse Williams. The fans go nuts, they shake the foundations of the building. Falcoon - The fans love Jesse Williams. Burst - Fuck him! What a (Censored!) DK - NICK... Burst - Oops. Jesse's sitting infront of the camera, smoking a cigarette as he looks directly into the lens. Williams - Chase Johnson...Only hung out with him a handful of times, apparently, i'm his candidate for the OWF Number One Contender Election. The fans cheer loudly. Williams - Seems like an alright guy, just never really seen him around. Hopefully with DK being put on the announcing team, CJ will show his face a little more often. Jesse takes a drag of his cigarette as he stands up, the scene switches to the announcing table again. DK - Damnit, I hate that mexican. Burst - I never thought I'd say it, but i'm rooting for the canadian over the mexican. DK - Plague will be the number one contender, there is no doubt about it. The scene cuts to backstage and we see James Caine nonchalantly walking through the hallways. After brushing past a few crew members and avoiding some rogue equipment he reaches a door that reads "Scarred - James Caine." He reaches down and tries the handle but gets nothing. The door is locked. He rattles it again and steps back, angered and confused. Caine - What the fuck!? He ponders over the door for a moment and then rears back with a kick that shatters the frame, but the door does not open. It hits something solid on the other side. Growing angrier he walks to the door and pushes as hard as he can as the object on the other side begins to slide away. With one last push the item on the other side collapses to the ground with a loud bang and the door swings open. Caine steps in, momentarily stunned by the scene before him, a look of horror dawning on his face. Jim Morris, the monster of a man and Caine's bodyguard, is layed out on a bench. The room is completely destroyed, shattered glass and splintered wood littering the floor. Small pools of blood spot the floor like decoration. Caine steps into the room, glass crunching under his feet. He approaches his bodyguard; a grotesque scene of carnage and gore. Morris's face is completely bloodied and beaten, to the point of being unidentifiable. The rest of his body is just as bad. But the worst part...and probably the most disturbing....is the fact that his pants are pulled down. With his legs spread apart, it is easy to see the mop handle that is sticking in his rectal area. Moppy's face stares happily up at Caine through Morris's legs. Shaking off the disgust, Caine notices a piece of paper stapled to the mans chest. He steps closer to read it. "Don't look now." Before Caine can react a loud THUD is heard as a crimson mist sprays into the air, and he collapses face first into Morris's crotch. The camera pans back, and standing behind him is Trent Steel, wielding a barbed wire bat. He delivers another shot, ripping into the flesh on Caine's back, and more blood pools on the floor. With the smile on his face never waivering, he gives one last shot to Caine's legs, his tights shredding instantly. In the doorway EG comes into view, but his faces is hideously bloodied! He collapses to the floor. Behind them, Angel and Plague step into the doorway. Without saying a word to another, Angel and Plague grab EG, and they drag him over to the carnage that is Caine and Morris. Throwing him into the bloodied heap, all three members of Imperium stand shoulder to shoulder. Although nothing can be seen, the opening of zippers can be heard. Imperium - Piss on Scarred! The OWF Logo spins and just as we fade, it instantly flickers back on with DK's voice tuning up. DK - TURN THOSE GOD DAMN CAMERA'S BACK ON! STAY ON THEM! Burst - Ahhh what the hell? We were already off! Falcoon - What the hell is happening? Back in Scarred lockerroom Jesse Williams has apparently already knocked Angel out. Trent Steel and Plague are backing Jesse into the corner... From behind Plague is pushed head first into a wooden locker. His head bounces off the wood and he hates the ground! DK - Who the fuck is that? Jesse reaches down and grabs a chair, he throws it in Trent Steel's face. Trent stumbles backwards and trips over Plague, he falls to the ground and the two men quickly hustle out of the room. The camera's stay with Jesse, leaving his partner out of view. Burst - Jesse when I thought you couldn't get dumber... You just fucked yourself esse! They reach a safe place, in the parking lot of the arena. Jesse hunches over with his hands on his knees.. Suddenly his partner steps into the scene. The fans hit the roof and the chants are louder then ever! Falcoon - That's Greg Jackson!! Burst - What the fuck is he doing here!? Didn't you fire him DK? DK - Jackson has been on medical leave. He... God damn it. Burst - Yeah you FUCKED THAT ONE UP DIK! DK - Watch your mouth. Jesse and Greg slap hands, but he jolts forward, grabbing Jesse by the shoulders and neck.. flatliner on the pavement! Jackson leaps back up and dusts himself off then gives a sly wave with an estatic smile. Falcoon - WHAT!? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!? The lights in the arena flash and red, white and blue confedy shoots from the turnbuckles in the ring and cannons on the stage, clogging the arena with the patriotic colors! The presidental theme kicks in over the PA system. Burst - Oh ho ho Greg Jackson... You dirty dirty man. Suddenly the OWF-Tron switches over to Owner Meca Blight who is sitting at his desk. Meca Blight - I decided Greg Jackson is cool. So he's my canidate for OWF Contender Elect. Bye bye DK - Nooo.. no! It doesn't work like that! Falcoon - Plague, Jesse Williams and Greg Jackson.. Who will be contender elect? Burst - Can he do that? DK - Nooooo. Nooo he can't!
Just then, "The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits the speakers. The fans jump up to their feet. DK - Overtime, again? Commmmeee onnn President Chase Johnson walks out onto the ramp, he is cheered loudly. He has a very blank look on his face though, he starts to walk down the ramp, one foot in front of the other. He is taking his time as it takes him about a minute exactly to get down to ringside. Falcoon - CJ doesn't look like himself! DK - Oh this is bull shaaat! Burst - HAHAHA! Pay back is a bitch, Vince. Chase walks slowly up the ring steps, he walks along the apron very slowly as he steps between the top and middle rope, entering the ring. His music continues to play as he pulls a microphone from his jacket pocket. The music fades down to nothingness, as the fans cheer loudly. Chase looks around the arena, with a small smirk on his face, just looking around as if looking into the eyes of every fan. He raises the microphone to his lips. Prez CJ - .......Tha- nk you. He lowers his arm holding the microphone down to his side. He again turns around on the heels of his feet, looking around the arena at all the fans. Falcoon - What's going on here? Burst - Oh come on Falcoon, don't play dumb. He turns one final time, and then he drops the microphone to the ring. The fans don't know exactly what is going on, as CJ turns and steps through the ropes. He walks down the steel steps, stopping every few feet and staring up to the crowd. He eventually gets up to the top of the ramp, where he turns around and again looks out across the fans. They cheer loudly, but he turns back and walks through the curtain to the back. Falcoon - I've never seen CJ like this! Burst - He certainly doesn't have his normal swagger! DK - We are soooooo getting sued. The camera switches to the back, where we see Chase walking in the back. The hallways are lined with wrestlers, as CJ keeps looking ahead, not looking at anybody around him. He turns down a hallway, when suddenly we see Smokey Greene come up behind him. Smokey Greene - Chase...Mr. Johnson...Sir...Your limo is that way. Falcoon - I told you this was a re-run! DK - No.. it's gimmick infringement and we're about to get in ALOT of trouble. One fuckin week and CJ gets us sued. CJ turns around, not even saying a word and he walks down the opposite hallway. All the wrestlers whisper amongst themselves, as CJ walks down to the exit. He stops, looking at the whole room full of wrestlers, before turning and exiting the building. The announcers are cut off at this time, as we are getting a live feed from outside. Chase steps through the doors and he takes a deep breath. He notices two kids smoking a cigarette on the dumpster next to the door, but he continues to walk through the parking lot. He stops, then turns around looking at the kids once more, before continuing towards his limo. He walks towards the door and he hesitates as he reaches for the handle. He extends his hand and he opens the door, he steps one foot inside of the limo before looking back towards the building. He steps down inside of the limo, and he closes the door. The window then rolls down, and suddenly a small burst of flames shoots out. It's bottle rockets being shot inside of the limosuine, an obviously fake CGI fire is imposed on top of the limo as we see the other side door of the limo open and CJ run out to safety, and someone else run in. Then from the door CJ entered, we see a man run out, engulfed in flames. The mans skin, is black though. Not black from being burnt, black as in african american. He runs around while on fire, before falling down to the ground as the limo still burns from a CGI fire, and a tiny fireworks fire inside of it. The scene fades to black. |
OWF Productions ™