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No Habla Ingles Defeated Cokekid VIA Count Out
As the camera's tune into Stadium Southland the fans leap to their feet at the sight of Jesse Williams who is walking through a hallway with the network title draped over his shoulder and a bandage above his eye. Alexis Cage - Jesse!!! A perky voice shouts from the sideas Alexis Cage pops in from the side. The fans get a little louder as Alexis smiles. Alexis Cage - What are you doing here?.. You told me last night you were stuck in Auckland! Jesse Williams - Yeah I caught an early flight this morning. Look I gotta go. I have some.. Business to take care of! Alexis tags behind him as we cut away to the unmistakable intro of 3 days grace.
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.
A quick scan of the arena shows that its just less than a sold out crowd. The camera's drift down to ringside for the introduction of the commentators. Falcoon - And here we go into the month of July! Burst - Why haven't we closed yet?... Oh yeah, it's because this fuckin guy ain't runnin the shows anymore! Falcoon - Zzzzaaaaaaa! DK - Hey Nick.... Burst - Eat Shit DK. DK - DAMN IT! Falcoon - I have some awesome news just handed to be prior to the broadcast tonight... Monday August 6th, OWF's 9th birthday we will be hosting Blood Bath live from American West Arena.. Burst - Everyone fuckin knows that already! Falcoon - LET ME FINISH! It will for sure be a night to remember as legends return! OWF will be hosting the return of some classic matches that have yet to be named, but that bit of news in itself has me on the edge of my seat! Burst - You've seen em fight once.. You've seen it a million times. How about some NEW guys! DK - You can't beat the classics really. But honestly.. Who's gonna come back with Meca Blight and Chase running the show? The reason people come to the OWF is simple... ME. Falcoon - Careful DK, your ego might blow a gasket! Burst - Shut up Falcoon. God you're stupid! DK - Both of you shut up! The bickering continues but is interupted by Missy Janson's voice. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall and a submission match! Introducing first.. From Boston, MA.... Piter Svoboda! 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 Falcoon - They love Svoboda here in New Zealand! MVW had a big following in this part of the world. DK - MVW was everywhere Gordie! Tape traders treated that organization like gold! Burst - MV who? What the hell is that? Falcoon - Nevermind Nick. Missy Janson - And his opponent.. From Dover England... Kastor Von Rouge! The base line for 7 nation army hits as the lights start to flicker in the arena. Kastor steps out onto the ramp, dressed in his three piece suit complete with top hat and cain. I'm gonna fight 'em off And the message comin' from my eyes says leave it alone... Kastor slowly makes his way to the ring with a spotlight on him. He twirls his cain and laughs at the people who jeer him. Don't wanna hear about it And the feeling coming from my bones says find a home... He walks around the ring a few times and stops to argue with fans. I'm going to Wichita Far from this opera forevermore And the stains comin' from my blood tell me "Go back home"... Kastor removes his hat , jacket and vest. He hands his cain to the time keeper and climbs into the ring. DK - Here is the future of the OWF right here! Falcoon - Kastor is a new commer to the OWF, a rookie to this industry, but has already made quite an impact. DK - The Crowned Prince of Insanity! I'll vouge for him, he's gonna be BIG! (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Kastor and Piter stand in the middle of the ring engaged in a staredown. Piter extends his hand, and Kastor shakes it. Burst - Awwl, how cute. Kastor attempts to yank Piter down, but Svoboda reverses and pulls Kastor down to the mat, grabbing his arm into an immediate arm bar. Falcoon - Dirty trick attempt. The referee checks on Kastor, who quickly rolls out of the arm bar and gets to his feet in time to leg sweep Piter down to the mat. Kastor grabs one of Piter's legs, hooking it into a single leg crab. The referee checks on Svoboda who is quickly able to crawl to the ropes and grab a hold of the bottom one. The referee breaks the hold Kastor has, and Svoboda is quickly back to his feet. He is limping on his right foot, and Kastor capitalizes with a dropkick to that knee, flipping Svoboda over frontwards. He holds his leg in pain, as he pushes himself up to all fours. Rouge grabs the legs of Piter and lifts it into the air, slamming the knee down hard on the mat. Piter winces in pain, as Kastor steps up onto the knee of Svoboda; applying all his weight onto the already damaged knee of Piter Svododa. DK - Piter, damnit, get up! Falcoon - DK, he's got like, 2 two wins and 8 losses or something here; admit you messed up. Burst - It's like I said from day one OWF is always and always be better than MVW. DK - We're talking about Piter, not MVW! Burst - Orrrrr are we? DK - NO WE WEREN'T...ATTTT AALLLLLLL! Kastor picks Piter up to his unsteady feet, pushing him towards the corner. He picks him up into a scoop slam position, but instead, he hangs Piter in the tree of woe in the corner. Kastor steps up the middle rope, and he jumps off, nailing a drop kick into the knees of Piter. Both men fall to the mat, as Piter is holding his right leg in a lot of pain. Kastor grabs the right leg of Svoboda into a single leg crab again, this time cranking it back at a very high angle. Piter is screaming in pain, but he won't give up. Piter tries to fight it, but he can't go anywhere. Kastor rears back, making Piters leg almost touch his own head. Falcoon - Ughhh give up! Piter is now out cold from the pain at this point as Kastor rears back even further with a crazed look in his eye. The referee calls for the bell. DK - About time! Missy Janson - Piter Svoboda is no longer able to compete, therefore the winnner of this bout is Kassstoooor Von Rouuuuuge! Kastor lets the leg go as Piter lays out cold in the middle of the ring. Burst - Kastor just took down Svoboda like...Jackie Kissens...on...a....She's a slut, basically. Falcoon - Kastor pulls one over on "the show opener" Piter Svoboda! Burst - Piter.... Give it up. Falcoon - Say it loud enough for him to hear you Nick. Ya pussy! Burst - I could crush him with my wallet! DK - Sheeeesh. Falcoon - July 22nd OWF presents... High Voltage! Live from Acer Arena in Sydney Australia! I gotta tell you guys, I am having a blast on this months tour across the pacific! Burst - This scotch is amazing, that's for sure! DK - I'm just glad my parole officer let me come with us! Falcoon - Hahaha! That's funny in soo many ways! DK - High Voltage is of course brought to you by XBOX 360! Change the face of the game! Falcoon - High Voltage is the lead in pay per view to the August 6th massive event.. Blood Bath! Burst - 9 years in the making. Falcoon - That's a good theme for that pay per view, Nick you should run that by DK... Err I mean. DK - Fuck you Gordie. Falcoon - Zzzzaaaaa! The scene switches to the back, we see Jesse Williams standing at a soda machine where he has just gotten his bottle of mountain dew. He is midsip when he is slapped on the back. He turns and sees that it is Plague, with his ever widening smile. Plague - Hey Jesse, I saw your match with Eclipse. GREAT stuff. Too bad you're too much of a pussy to show up for the Battle Royal. Jesse just stares at him with an evil look in his eyes. Williams - Plague, you should get lost before you're unable to run..let alone walk, in this OWF Contender Elect. Plague - That's scarryyy. Plague takes a step closer. Williams - Don't you have some where to be? Somewhere you're needed? Plague is silent. Williams - Oh yeah, people only keep you around for laughs, I forgot. Plague - I'll give you something to laugh about! Williams - I bet you will, now if you excuse me. Jesse tries to step past Plague, but Plague grabs his arm. Jesse lets go of his soda and grabs the back of the head of Plague. He slams him face first into the soda machine, then throws him shoulder first into a bunch of road boxes. Jesse looks down at his empty bottle of soda, which is spilled everywhere, then walks out of the cameras view. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for a fatal four way chair match! DK - How corny! I hate Greg Jackson. Falcoon - He's got my vote! DK who are you voting f.... oh yeah. You're a felon! You can't vote! hahahaha! Burst - Hahahaa! Missy Janson - Introducing first.. From New York, 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 - Introducing next.. From Santa Barbara California.... AnaSatasia!! 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. "fragile AnaSatsia 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 AnaSatsia 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, AnaSatsia places the flower to her ebony colored lips kisses each peddle. it's something I have to do AnaSatsia tosses the rose into the crowd and awaits her opponent. Missy Janson - From New York, New York... Paranoia! Blast the Sounds of ACDC's Hells Bells as Paranoia strolls with a purpose towards the ring. Missy Janson - And finally... Falcoon - Here he comes! Burst - Great... Another Mexican returns. Do your job border patrol! Missy Janson - From Mexico City, Mexico.... Dios! Burst - You think he and Jesse are related? DK - Yes. Yes I do. Remedy by Seether starts up over the PA system. Smoke begins to fill the entranceway as the outline of Dios is seen through coming out of the curtain. He bursts through the smoke as a set of pyros go off. He walks down the ramp with a blank expression on his face, as he recieves a mixture of boos and cheers. Dios slides into the ring and stands on the middle turnbuckle of the nearest ringpost and raises his arms. He hops back down and prepares for his match. (Ding...Ding...Ding) The four competitors stand in their respective corners looking across the ring at each of their opponents. Curtis Williams come rushing out of his corner after Dios. Dios catches Curtis in the chin with a superkick as he rushes in. AnaSatsia and Paranoia run over and start putting boots to Curtis Williams alongside with Dios untill Paranoia reaches across and grabs Dios by the throat. He pushes him across the ring in to a corner choking him. AnaSatsia comes from behind and hops on the back of Paranoia locking in a sleeper hold. Paranoia starts backing up to the middle of the ring with AnaSatsia on his back. Dios catches his breath and runs out of the corner and drop kicks Paranoia in the knee cap causing him to crash to the mat face first still with AnaSatsia on his back. She squeezes in the sleeper hold even tighter. The ref checks for a sumbission. Curtis Williams comes from behind her and yanks her off Paranoia by her hair. Holding AnaSatsia by the hair he throws her across the ring. Curtis stalks AnaSatsia as she backs up towards the corner of the ring. He reaches down to grab her but fails when she kicks him right between the legs. Dios see's Williams hunched over from the blow. He charges from behind and bulldogs Curtis to the mat. He quickly goes for the cover...1..2..and it gets broken up by Paranoia with a double axe handle from behind. Falcoon - Lucky save there! Hey Nick.... Burst - ~snores~ DK - Nick wake up! You drunk bastard! Paranoia brings Dios back to his feet and tosses him over the top rope. He follows him to the outside. Paranoia takes Dios and slams his head off of the steel ring steps and then whips him in to the ring barrier. Meanwhile back in the ring AnaSatsia mounts Williams and starts throwing right hands connecting in the temple area. She quickly hops to her feet and climbs to the top rope. She flies in mid air attempting a elbow drop but Curtis Williams moves out of the way at the last second. AnaSatsia hits the canvas hard rolling across the ring. On the outside Dios sits with his back against the ring side barrier. Dios reaches over and grabs a chair from the crowd. He backs up and waits for Dios to get to his feet. Paranoia drives the chair right to his throat and sends him back to the ground. Dios holds his throat gasping for air as Paranoia re-enters the ring. Williams has his back turned to Paranoia. Williams pulls Anatasia back to her feet and at the same time Paranoia swings the chair at Curtis Williams. Just in the knick of time Williams dodges the shot from the chair. The chair smashes off the forehead of AnaSatsia. Paranoia turns back around to face Williams, and Williams shoves the chair back in his face sending him to the outside of the ring. Williams takes the advantage and covers AnaSatsia 1..2..kickout. Falcoon - AnaSatasia is another great pick up for the WoW divison. DK - CJ needs to concentrate more of building that divison and not trying to hump every chick that walks in the door. Burst - I thought he was "Chase Johnson" hahahaha. DK - Yeah good joke, too bad it's been said 11teen times! Burst - Hire new writers DiK! Falcoon - Agreed. Paranoia gets to his knees and Dios comes running around the side of the ring and knees him in the side of the head. Paranoia falls to his back. Dios flips the ring apron up and removes a chair from under the ring. Dios takes the tip of the chair and uses it to choke Paranoia. Back in the ring Williams takes AnaSatsia and whips her across the ring in to the turnbuckle. He charges across the ring. Anatstasia rolls out of the way and Williams stops himself in the corner with his back to her. Another low blow to Williams! This time from behind!! Once again Williams finds himself hunched over. AnaSatsia take him and throws him shoulder first in to the ring post between the second and third rope. Williams comes out of the corner holding his shoulder. She rolls him up from behind 1..2 kickout. She quickly comes back to her feet, bounces off the ropes and lands a leg drop across his throat and attempts another cover.1..2..Dios breaks it up by dragging her off on Williams by her feet. Holding AnaSatsia by her feet he fips her over on her back quickly and lands a elbow drop across her chest. Dios picks up the chair in the ring and sets it in the corner. Dios takes AnaSatsia and sets her up in the corner with her back and head resting against the chair. Paranoia enters the ring and hits Dios from behind with a hard clotheline. He pulls Dios back to the same corner where AnaSatsia is and sets him resting back first against her. Curtis Williams begins to get back to his feet untill Paranoia delivers a boot to the face. Paranoia brings Williams back to his feet and whips him across the ring. Williams recieves another blow to the balls when he runs into Dios's head wich collides with AnaSatsia's and smashes in to the chair!! Williams moans loudly as he backs out of the corner holding himself with his back to Paranoia. Paranoia grabs Williams by the hair and bends him over backwards. Reverse DDT on Williams! Paranoia goes for the cover and Dios gets to his feet and grabs the chair from behind AnaSatsia. 1...2...WHACK! Dios sends the chair crashing into the back of Paranoia breaking up the pinfall attempt. Paranoia rolls over on to his back after the chair shot. Dios lays the chair across his face and goes to the outside to the apron. Dios flips over the tops rope and lands a leg drop on the chair that covers Paranoia's head. Dios pushes the chair off of him and covers 1..2..broken up by AnaSatsia!! Williams grabs AnaSatsia from behind... Ana reverses into the death trap!! She locks it in before Williams can even think to move. Instantly he taps out! Missy Janson - Here is your winner.. AnaSatsia! Dios stands up aggrivated about the loss, he looks at Williams and grits his teeth. Suddenly Paranoia smacks him in the back of the head with a chair! Ana slides out of the ring. Paranoia throws the chair down on Dios with authority then exits the ring. Falcoon - What the hell was that about? What a bitter ending! Burst - Losing sucks. If Curtis Williams wasn't such a damn pussy I think Paranoia woulda won. Falcoon - You are just saying that because he's the only WHITE MAN in the match. DK - Nice point. Burst - Maybe. We see Jesse walking backstage again, holding a box of pins and stickers for his election. He hands a few out to people passing by, but then he is approached by three figures as he rounds a corner. Any worries would soon be washed away as we can see it is The Triple Crunch Taco Supremes. Williams - Hey fellas, want a sticker? Mucho Grasa - Que? Williams - Listen, I really gotta run right now. Trabajo Para Comida - Yo No Comprendo? Williams - Are...you speaking...black? No Hablo Ingles - No Hablo Ingles. Williams - WE ALL KNOW YOUR NAME! LEAVE ME ALONE! Mucho Grasa - Hermano! Williams - What! Mucho Grasa - Tu eres mi hermano! Williams - GET AWAY! They attempt to hug him, but he drops the box and runs in the other direction.
"Click Click Click Click" The soft rapping takes over the screen as lightning flashes twice in the same spot. The thunderous roars of a crowd echo, but words are not apparent. The lightning flashes once more followed by a flash of OWF Champion Angel's face. It quickly fades out as lyrics are sung. "It's high voltage... You can't shake
the shock "Check it out" "It's high voltage... You can't shake
the shock "Check it out" The lightning strikes then sparks up the scene as the electric can be seen in a neon form, floating over the top of a large chambered cell wrapped in electric barbwire. The sound of the current lingers. The camera's draw closer and closer into the cell... Leaning against the turnbuckle in a cocky fashion, with the PDA title strung across his shoulder is Trent Steel. He grins and nods as he pulls up a sign from waist level then flips it over. "Resurved For Angel" It reads. He places the sign ontop of the turnbuckle, proping it against the side of the cage. A final flash of lightning brings you to the title screen. "OWF HIGH VOLTAGE!
Falcoon - Does that mean.... DK - They can't do that! They can't make two Imperium members face each other! Falcoon - I smell break up. Burst - I smell... Ewww did you shower? Falcoon - I didn't have time! DK - Ewww! Suddenly, The Coming Curse by Iced Earth hits over the speakers, the soft piano melody being drowned out by the onslaught of boos from the crowd. The last note of the piano rings out and the distorted electric guitars explode out of the P.A. system as flames line the rampway. The crowd continues to boo monstrously as Angel slowly steps out from behind the curtain, his OWF championship slung casually over his shoulder. With a smirk on his face he makes his way down the ramp, basking in the hatred of the crowd. Once in the ring he calls for a mic and an assistant brings him one. At first he raises it to his lips, but is unable to speak because of the roaring of the crowd. He raises his eyebrow to the fans. Angel - We done? More boos erupt. But after a moment they slowly dissipate. Angel - Let's get one thing straight. This here...this is my ring. When I wanna talk...you'll damn well listen. Do I make myself clear? Muttering and boos flutter amongst the crowds. Angel - Good. Now...I come out here tonight...out of the generosity of my heart. I wasn't scheduled for a match, and to be honest, there's not a single fucken one of you worthy of seeing me in this ring tonight. But...here I stand. Gracing you with my presence. The presence of the best champion this federation has ever known. The crowd explodes in a wave of boos, and Angel smiles sarcastically. Angel - Yea? Who's better? Jesse Williams? The crowd erupts in cheers at Williams name. Angel - Maybe. Maybe he WAS a better champion. Maybe...he WILL be a better champion. But RIGHT NOW...I'm the fucken champion. This is my belt. Just look at everything. Just look at everything I've done. I've single handedly sent the world's greatest stable in Hell's Fire...into a spiral of chaos. I've replaced that stable with Imperium. A force like no one in this business has ever seen. And here I stand...at the forefront. This federation eating out of the palm of my hand. And I haven't even begun. The crowd boos softly, but eventually quiets down. Angel - I'm sure you all saw what happened to Scarred. Anihilated. Dismantled. Or in the words of Trent Steel...completeley decimated. Last Sunday I officially put the final nail in the coffin of one of the most horrid stables to ever be created. James Caine didn't even put up a fight. Their leader. The man who was supposed to end my reign. To lead Scarred to the top. And I threw him around like a kid wrestling with a fucken stuffed animal. Murmurs spread throughout the crowd, as they relive that grueling match. Angel - Yea...I'm the bad guy here. And supposedly...good always trumps evil. Yea? Well, where's the fucken hero. Where's he at? I certainly don't see one. I look into that lockerrom and I see nothing but a bunch of lowely drugged out rejects. People who can't even think straight, let alone wrestle. People who are so dependent on other people they can't even stand on their own two feet. People...who on their absolute BEST day...couldn't even hold me for a 2 count. I'm the bully in the playground...except there ain't a teacher around. Everyone here...in this building tonight...is at my mercy. The crowd boos loudly, and the camera pans around to see the angry faces of the people. Angel - But there's one man. One man who this federation has put their faith in. One man that you the people truly believe in. There are no such things as heroes. Heroes are dead. But this man...people believe he's the last hope. The Champion Assasin, as I like to call him. Jesse fucken Williams. I know he's coming for my championship. It's no secret. The staff will find a way to get him in a title match at any cost. Because they too, are running like scared dogs from the force that is Imperium. From the force that is me. And so far, Williams has been the only who capable of stopping that force. Well...that ends now. The crowd boos and cheers at the same time because of the mention of Williams. Angel - I'd like to put on a little demonstration for you lovely fans tonight. A demonstration of my absolute authority in this federation. A demonstration of my desire to win, of what it takes to be a true champion. But above all...a demonstration of my Mexican Beating skills. Tonight...in a true declaration that I can beat Jesse Williams...your OWF champion...will run the Viva La Gauntlet. The mexican hat dance song starts to blare over the loud speakers and the three mexican jobbers come running down to the ring. No Hables Inglese sprints under the bottom rope and Angel drops the mic and his belt and tears forward with a huge clothesline, sending No Hables Inglese flipping into the air and to the mat. With an intense aggresiveness Angel rips him up by his hair and plants him with an inverted DDT right onto the title belt, busting him open. A ref comes sprinting down the ramp and slides into the ring as Angel pins the first man. The crowd roars with boos. Angel faces the ropes and beckons the next man in. Trabajo Para Comida hesitantly climbs the ropes but Angel wastes no time. He kicks him in the gut and suplexes him from the apron to the middle of the ring. He lifts him up and quickly gets him into Angel's Holocaust position, then parades around the ring before finally slamming him down with a sickening thud. With a 3 count, the crowd erupts again. The last man in the ring is Mucho Grasa, he charges at Angel, but Angel just side steps and trips him. Toying with him, he kneels down and begins to smack him in the face much to the hatred of the crowd. He lifts him up and faces him, raising the middle finger to everyone that's willing to see. With a kick to the midsection Mucho doubles over and Angel lifts him into Angel's Redemption. With Mucho on his shoulders Angel walks to the ropes and delivers his finisher to the outside of the ring!! Mucho's body bounces of the mats and the crowd gasps in horror. In the ring Angel is raising his hands, one hand clutching the OWF belt. Missy Janson - YOUR WINNER...AND STILLLL OWF CHAMPION..ANG.. Missy Janson's voice is suddenly replaced by a loud static and the lights go out. Two red spotlights center on Angel, still clutching the OWF Title to his chest. His head is constantly moving trying to find the source of these acts. The big screen flickers to life ending the annoying static sound. Falcoon - Angel's tormentor is back! Burst - I guess the PPV stunt wasn't enough. The screen shows one of the backstage locker rooms with dim lights. A black figure is in a crouched position cocking its head to the side slowly. Its face is covered by a pure white mask, which is formed into the famous drama mask of the theatre. The only difference is that the eyes are painted a blood red. Angel is standing in the ring livid, screaming at the figure, demanding he show himself. The figure looks down and the camera pans down showing the number one contender to the Network Title, OWF Title, half of the Tag Team Champions, Plague. Plague is laying face down in a pool of what appears to be his own blood. The figure grabs the blood stained hair of Plague and shows the camera the various cuts and slashes of his face. Falcoon - My god! DK - What the hell!? What did he do to Plague!! Burst - Whoever this guy is, he don't waste any time. He's goin right for the big boys. Satisfied with what the camera has viewed, the figure shoves Plague's face back down into the pavement with a small splash. The figure stays crouched looking at the camera tilting his head to the side once more. The low hushed voice is heard through the PA system just as it was at the PPV event. "Ashes, ashes, they all fall down. One by one they all fall down. One by one their time ends. Soon your's will. Soon, you'll fall." The screen fades away and leaves the arena in darkness except the red spotlight on Angel. He is screaming, demanding the figure show himself. The red spotlights turn off and everything is silent except the ravings of Angel still in the ring. Soon the lights and power return to the arena and Angel rolls under the bottom rope rushing to the backstage area. Falcoon - I guess Angel isn't as invincible as he thought he was! DK - We'll see. When this guy decides to show himself...we'll see.
Prez CJ steps out onto the stage as Angel darts up the ramp. Prez CJ - Woah Woah Woah! Angel! Hang on.. Slow down Angel! I have something you need to know first! Angel makes it to the stage and tries to get past CJ, ignoring what he has to say. He pushes CJ out of the way and darts through the curtain. Prez CJ - Angel... Wait I have to.... Ahh well.. I tried to tell him! CJ shrugs and seconds later two men fall through the curtain to the stage! DK - Hey! Get him outta here! Falcoon - That's Kaige! Kaige is on top of Angel laying fists into his head. Prez CJ - Angel! That's what I was trying to tell you! The fans begin to chant for Kaige as he takes out his aggression on the OWF Champion! CJ stand over the two of them watching.. Prez CJ - Meet ONE of your opponents for High Voltage! The arena is set on fire with the announcement as the fans leap to their feet! DK - ONE? Come on CJ.. They said I was bad for screwing people over. Falcoon - Angel says he's a fighting champion.. We'll see about that! Pleased with the results, Kaige stands up over a bloody Angel and reaches down for the OWF title. He holds it over Angel's head, taunting him as the fans take it in. Prez CJ - Sunday July 22nd... For the OWF title.. Angel Vs Kaige! The cheers continue to pour in. Prez CJ - Vs... Trent Steel. DK - Son of a bitch. Burst - Angel better get to Trent before CJ does! DK - Curruption. God I hate that crooked bastard CJ! Falcoon - This is more than fair! Angel better seek the force! DK - It's smart for CJ, but he's gotta remember who he's at war with. Imperium IS the force! Burst - Star Wars fags. The stage clears and paramedics come down to check on Angel. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first... A blistering chill floats through the crowd as the lights dim and a soft voice follows. PA System - It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont.. Street. Just then a hard drum slam comes across and the dimmed lights flicker once. PA System - Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing. Suddenly a bass drum comes into play pounding at each half second as each word of "Build God, Then We'll Talk" By Panic At The Disco leaks out over the crowd. PA System - Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.. The lights continue to strobe around the arena, fading out with each hit of the bass drum, they look for something as the fans rise to their feet. PA System - The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde! The fans scream as you see a figure emerge on the side of the OWF tron, it's kneeled down as the flashing and pulsing spotlights continue to search.. PA System - And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.... The spotlight dies and everything is silent in the arena, all but the sounds of cheering fans. Seconds pass before the spotlight returns on the side of the OWFtron nearly 10 foot in the air to show Alexis Cage standing with her arms in the air. Missy Janson - From Phoenix, Arizona... Alexis.. Cage!! ...Along with the people inside Suddenly Alexis drops down from the OWF-tron letting her skirt float up over her hips on the way down. He lands on the stage and screams "YEAH!" while throwing a fist into the air. The fans get more excited by the second! The arena lights back up as the theme continues to play on her way down to the ring. Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a
virgin She slides into the ring face first then leaps to her feet then instantly runs to the top turnbuckle leaping straight to it. And not to mention, the constable, and his
proposition, for that "virgin" Along with the people inside The sound fades away as she hops down from the turnbuckle and prepares herself for her match. Missy Janson - And her opponent.... The lights dim in the arena as a wind picks up through out the sound-system. The wind continues to blow as a piano starts up, heavy cords over-taking it shortly. Soon, the hard guitars and drums of Cradle of Filth’s “Her Ghost In The Fog” pick up. Smoke billows around the entrance, spotlights flickering wildly through-out the theatre before focusing in on the center of the stage, the fog thickening. The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait Slowly, a silhouette begins to appear, still draped in the fog. The figure is slender and still, one hand on her hip, the other hanging loosely at her side. Dark liquored eyes: an Arabian nightmare… Missy Janson - From Salem New Jersey.... Aphrodisia... Jordan!!! The fog dissipates slowly as Aphrodisia Jordan steps forth through its thickness, drawing from a cigarette before flicking it down to the floor of the ramp, pacing towards the ring, in no rush to get there. Her body was clad in a pair of black jeans, held up by a studded belt. A black halter top covered her upper body, leaving the tattoos and scars that littered her arms, midriff, neck and chest exposed. Her facial piercings were absent, however. Putting reason to flight, or to death as
their way Aphrodisia moves into the ring and hovers in her corner, sapphire eyes forward and blank, jaw set and ready to brawl. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Alexis and Aphrodisia exchange nods of what appears to be slight respect.. They tie up in the center of the ring, Aphrodisia drives her knee into Alexis's stomach then shoots her into the ropes, Alexis rebounds off and attempts a drop kick but Aph moves out of the way. With Alexis on the mat, Aph quickly grabs Alexis's head and places it between her legs. She suddenly flips over backwards, showing her athletic style off and planting Alexis with a front flip pile driver! Falcoon - Femme Fatality! Burst - You are such a nerd. Alexis holds the back of her neck and shes rolled on her back and pinned.. 1...2... Alexis kicks out! Aph lifts Alexis back up, she whips Alexis into the corner then runs towards her, doing a quick front flip then splashing her against the turnbuckle, Aph grabs Alexis's head in her arms and nails a running bull dog out of the corner! Aph quickly goes back on the attack, pulling Alexis to her feet and tossing her into the corner post. She sets her opponent up in a tree of woe, hooking Alexis upside down in the corner. She steps out onto the ring aprion and goes to the other corner... Falcoon - Is she gonna go coast to coast!? She leaps up onto the top rope and springboard off into a drop kick, kicking Alexis right in the mouth with the steel toed boots! Falcoon - Alexis's lip is busted open from Face Full of Steel! Burst - That's a hell of a move! DK - I did that once! Burst - No you didn't. DK - You're right. Aphrodisia unhooks Alexis, and she crashes to the mat. Aph lifts her face up and slowly licks the side of Alexis's cheek, she recieves a taste of blood then slams Alexis's face into the mat. She leaps to the top turnbuckle and lets her weight lean on the ropes... Falcoon - The French Kiss! She propels herself into the air.. 450 splash! Once again she licks the side of Alexis's face then lets her rest on the mat as she makes the pin.. 1...2...3! Missy Janson - Here is your winner.... Aphrodisia Jordan!! Falcoon - I'm glad shes back! Burst - Yes. I agree. She does have a nice ass. DK - Nobody said anything about her ass! Burst - I'd split her like wet pine. DK - I hate you. The camera's cut backstage. Greg Jackson is standing in the concession arena swarmed by adoring fans. Greg Jackson - That's right.. Vote for me! Greg Jackson for OWF Contender Elect! Hi, how ya doing!? Slowly the camera's fade out everyone around Greg and an OWF logo slides in behind him. Greg picks up a guitar sitting next to him and begins to strum the presidental anthem softly as the lighting dims and Greg stares into the camera with a confident look. Greg Jackson - I'm Greg Jackson! And I wanted to take the time tonight to come on and tell you all just WHY you should vote for me on Sunday July 22nd. You see... Unlike my opponents, Jesse Williams and Plague, I bring something different to the plate! No, It's not my extreme love for the acoustic guitar! He sits the guitar to the side then continues. Greg Jackson - It's the fact that I RESPECT each and every one of your opinions. With that in mind, I'd like to also state that I've never been given an oppertunity to hold the OWF title! Unlike my two opponents who have recieved oppertunity after oppertunity! As your contender elect, I promise that I will deliver a top notche match at Blood Bath 07, and I WILL seize the oppertunity and walk out OWF Champion! "The following message has been paid for by the supporters of Greg Jackson." We cut back to the ring. Missy Janson - The following contest is tonights main event! It is scheduled for one fall! With PDA rules! Meaning Of Life By Disturbed is heard over the PA System... I wanna get psycho Kaige walks out to a decent pop from the crowd as they start small mosh pits along the arena floor. Missy Janson - Introducing first.. From Dallas Texas.... Kaige! Need to get psycho On the way to the ring Kaige hops the barriers and joins a small crowd in a mosh pit and starts to push fans around. He exits the mosh pit, jumps back over the barriers and enters the ring jumping up on the turnbuckle signaling to the crowd to get louder. Missy Janson - And his tag team partner... "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. Falcoon - Odd team here! Burst - Very strange considering these two will be opponents against Angel at High Voltage! Falcoon - It might be an alliance they need to take the belt away from Angel! DK - Nobody is taking the belt away from Angel. I made it so he could be champion.. And by god it's staying that way! Missy Janson - And their opponents... Introducing first.. Burst - I think someone is about to get a visit fr.. DK and Falcoon - SHUT UP! Burst - ..... From Security! Missy Janson - From Crosswel Michigan.... James Caine! A camera is shown backstage and shows security knocking on Caine's door. The song starts as the arena goes black. The camera backstage shows Caine walking in Top hat, and trench surrounded by security. PA System - I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand. My image is of agony, my servants rape the land 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. Missy Janson - And his partner... Dude Job! His music hits as he strolls down to the ring with a loud ovation from the fans. (Ding, Ding, Ding) Steel and Caine start out. Caine charges at Steel with a shovel in hand, but Steel kicks him in the midsection with the tip of his boot. Caine drops the shovel, and Steel stomps on the metal part. The wooden end of the shovel flies up and knocks Caine right in the jaw, sending him backwards. He reaches down, grabbing a street sign and throwing it at Caine. It hits him right in the forehead, knocking him down to his back. Steel tags in Kaige. Burst - I dont get the relationship between these two! DK - Oh well! Falcoon - We caught up with Kaige earlier, and he said it's simply that he and Steel have a common goal in hating Caine. Burst - So, he's not Imperium. Falcoon - Nope. Kaige reaches to the mat, pulling his trusted kendo stick up off of it. Caine has sat back up at this point, but Kaige sends him right back down to the mat with a straight shot right between the eyes. He leaves the stick in his left hand as he picks James off the mat by his hair with his right. He clotheslines Caine back down to the mat with the kendo stick. Kaige walks back over to the corner, and tags Steel right back in. Steel picks up Caine and irish whips him towards Kaige, who takes a baseball swing with the kendo stick and breaks it over the head of Caine as he falls to the mat. Kaige steps outside of the ring, as Steel picks Caine up again by his hair. Burst - These two are working together really well. He throws Caine into the corner where Dude Job is waiting. He tags himself in and pulls a lawndart from his back pocket. Steel turns, but he gets the lawndart firmly planted in his back. He falls to the ring as the fans are going nuts. Falcoon - Dude Job is a crowd favorite. The OWF faithful are proud to have him here. Kaige gets into the ring, picking up a baseball bat. Dude Job throws another lawndart, this time in Kaige's direction. He swings with the bat, and hits the lawndart so it flies in the opposite direction. It hits Caine in his upper shoulder as he falls off the apron to the floor. Kaige runs at Dude Job, who is attempting to pull another lawndart out of his pants. Kaige swings with the baseball bat, but Dude Job ducks under and he boots Kaige in the stomach. Before he can continue his assault, he is tackled through the ring ropes by Trent Steel. The two roll around on the outside, trading punches, as Caine has gotten back into the ring. He attempts to capitalize on Kaige being stunned. Burst - Steel and Dude Job are in the crowd! Falcoon - Nothing will stop these two! The two battle into the crowd as Caine has picked up a fluorescent light tube. The arena lights start to flicker and Kaige and Trent look to the ramp along with Caine and Dude Job. The screen flashes and shows a saying that states that: "All Hell Will Break Loose" The lights stop flickering and return to normal and the four combatints return to their match, with nervousness in their minds about who will bring forth a brawl. Falcoon - Who the hell was that? Burst - Beats the piss out of me... Kaige stands, and Caine swings over his head but Kaige moves. Caine hits the turnbuckle with the tube, sending shards of powered glass into his eyes. He stumbles backwards as Kaige grabs him around his waist and tosses him over his head with a german suplex. He bridges up into a pinning combination...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Your winners, the team of Trent Steel and Kaaaaaiiige! Burst - Man, Caine has been on some losing streak! The lights shut off and return within seconds and the crowd sees a figure bent down to one knee. Falcoon - Is that... Burst - How the fuck do people just reappear alive like this? It's bull shit is what it is! When I die... Do us all a favor and don't bring me back to life! DK - Deal. Burst - Especially if Chris Green is still alive. Falcoon - Spaz is back and looking heal... The figure raises to his feet and rushes the ring attacking Caine first with a vicious spear and he then jumps to his feet and nails Trent with a clothesline that flips him in the air. Dude goes on the offensive and hits a dropkick, the man falls to the ground and gets back up and nails Dude Job with chokeslam. Burst - Holy shit... this guy is tearing all four man apart. Falcoon - I see that.. Kaige is left alone. If that is Spaz Kaige is going to get a beating of his life for his comments regarding how weak Spaz is. Burst - I would sure hate to be Kaige right now. The figure turns to Kaige and smiles to him and allows him to exit the ring. Kaige lost and confused takes the chance to leave the ring and head up the ramp while the man goes for a mic. The Man - Kaige don't go to far man... I heard the stuff that you had to say about my deceased brother and I can agree about the weakness of him... A lot of people say that I am Spaz but when are you idiots going to understand that my brother is dead, he isn't coming back and all the talk is over. .. I am Rage. The Crowd erupts in a sea of boo's while Rage sticks out his arms and takes it all in with a smile on his face. Falcoon - Rage? Burst - You heard him... Rage - Now you see...(chants murder). I know I am. That is old news though and I have told myside of the story. But back to the task at hand and that is the bomb squad known as Scarred, my brother and Caine's failure at a tag team to go up against Angel, Plague and the rest of Imperium. Kaige you were apart of that team and I want you at 100% because I want a match. You me in a Torture Chamber match, I will be kind enough to give you a couple of days to think it over. Rage drops the mic and exits the ring and heads through the crowd. Kaige remains on the ramp in a state of shock. The OWF logo spins and we cut to black. |
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