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Xavier Knight defeated Cokekid by Pinfall to regain the Compound Title.
"The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits the PA, and President Chase Johnson walks out from the back. The fans erupt and get to their feet as he looks out over the crowd. Falcoon - Hello Folks and welcome to Monday Addiction. We are coming to you live from The Arena in Joondalup, Australia! DK - Pffft, CJ had to come out now, during the pyro! CJ pulls a microphone from his pocket and raises it to his mouth. Prez CJ - Helllooooooo JOONDALUP! The fans cheer loudly. DK - Cheap pop! Burst - Coming from the king of cheap pops. Prez CJ - You are all in for a very special treat tonight. See, I will be announcing right now who The American Draco is... The fans cheer loudly at the mention of the search. Burst - Finally it will be over! Prez CJ - The owner of the OWF, Meca Blight along with Jackie Kissens and Myself tried out dozens of superstars, looking for who had the right pizazz! DK - Pizazz? Prez CJ - We came to the conclusion of one man... The fans are all brimming with excitement. Prez CJ - I give to you, the next Draco... A guitar solo rocks the PA system. Spotlights flood the stage and rustling moves the curtain. The drums kick in and whispers crackle the pa system. PA System - I'ma supaman. I wanna be your superman... I'ma supaman.. I wanna be your superman! I'mmmmm travelin on now... I'm makin plans now... COCAINE! ALOCHOL! LADY LAY! WITHDRAW! Burst - Oh hell no! Prez CJ - He is one of the competitors in the first match.....JAAAAMES DUNN! "Superhuman" by Velvet Revolver attacks the pa system and the fans leap to their feet as the famous ballad plays on. James Dunn steps out from behind the curtain at the end of the first chorus and throws his arms into the air. He struts down to ringside slapping a few hands on the way. CJ steps behind the curtains as the fans boo in disappointment. DK - He named a jobber as the next Draco? This place is tanking fast! Missy Janson - ...and, his opponent...from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada...RAAAGE! PA System - This is where it starts and in the final moments you will realize that your immortal soul will be demolished by your Rage. A mist forms on the entrance ramp and Last Resort is quietly heard on the sound system. As the mist clears you can see a figure standing on the ramp wearing tattered clothing his face can't be made out because of pure black hoody is covering it. He walks down the ring and ignores the hands that are being offered for a handsake or even a five; he gets to the ramp and stares at the steps and slowly raises his arms and removes the hood. The crowd sees a shaven head that is sagging to the ground and the figure proceeds to enter the ring. Once in the ring the music blares through the arena as the head raises up and a grin crosses the face of the now revealed Rage. Falcoon - Look at the size of that guy. Burst - I fear for James Dunn. (Ding, Ding, Ding) Rage runs after Dunn, but Dunn is able to duck under the clothesline attempt by Rage. Dunn bounces against the ropes, but can't manage to budge Rage. He wraps his hand around Dunn's throat, lifting him into the air. Dunn kicks with his legs as he gasps for air, and finally connects with a knee to the face of his opponent. He drops Dunn to the mat and staggers backwards and Dunn charges at him. He clotheslines himself and Rage over the top rope to the floor. Falcoon - Looks as if Dunn came prepared tonight! DK - I'm shocked. He hasn't won a match on television...ever, I don't think. Both men are down on the outside, as the referee starts the mandatory ten count...1...2...3...Rage is up first and he pulls Dunn up to his knees by his hair...4...5...6....Rage rolls Dunn into the ring and follows in suit behind him. Dunn is able to stand up and kick Rage in the face, which backs him off a little bit, but Rage charges right after him again. Dunn lays down on the mat, face down, and Rage runs over him and face first into the turnbuckle. He stumbles backwards and Dunn rolls him up with a school boy...1...2...3! Burst - No way! Missy Janson - The winner of this bout...Jaaaaames Dunn! DK - I can't believe it, honestly. Good for him though. Falcoon - James Dunn now has something like 1 win and 237 losses on OWF television. We see James Dunn stumble up the ramp as the fans give him a loud applause. He disappears behind the curtain. We then switch to backstage as we see Dunn walking, holding his head up proudly. Awaiting him is Prez CJ who is clapping with a wide smile on his face. Prez CJ - Great showing James, you're starting to prove me right about keeping you around. Dunn - Thanks. So, what's next? Prez CJ - It's time to make an IMPACT, step into my office, I have something to discuss with you. The two walk off into CJ's office as we switch back to the announcers. DK - What the hell is this about? Falcoon - He's the next Draco, DK. Didn't you hear Chase? DK - I heard him, but he's not making much sense. Falcoon - We don't have much time to digest it, cause it's time for our next match. Missy Janson - The following match is scheduled for a one fall, coming to the ring first from Alberta, Canada...Seeeeraph! The three loud dongs are heard blistering across the arena as the lights dim to a cloud of darkness. The music blares out as Seraph steps out from behid the curtain, looking down to the ring with a smirk drawn across his face and a glare in his eyesthat airs pure arrogance and ego. He sniffles his nose in displeasure as he makes his way slowly down the ramp. The smirk still plastered across his face firmly as ever. The lights of camera's begin to flash periodically as he walks down the ramp way toward the squared circle. He slowly makes his way up the steel steps and takes his first step onto the cold mattress. The crowd's silence is lifted with a cheer of boo's over-powering the music that descends into the arena. He stands in the centre of the ring with his eyes flickering around the arena, the smirk grows larger as the light begin to turn on fully. He lowers his head and looks upwards toward the ramp, with the smirk still fixated upon his face. Falcoon - This newcomer has his work cut out for him facing a legend like Svoboda. Missy Janson - And his opponent, he is King of the Mountain and The Best of '07...Piterrr Svoooboda! 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'm calling it now, Piter is either gonna lose, or have something dumb happen to stop the match. Seraph quickly charges Piter, who ducks Seraph's jumping kneeblock. As he turns, he nails a side kick to the thigh of Seraph which sends him down to one knee. Piter attempts another side kick, but Seraph catches it and stands up to his two feet. He holds Piters leg as he hops on his free one. Piter attempts and inzugri, but Seraph ducks and Piter lands face first on the mat. Seraph quickly follows up with a rear choke hold, grounding Piter as he lays on top of him. Piter is able to grab a hold of the ropes. Seraph lets go and steps back as Piter pulls himself up on the ropes. Seraph charges, jumping into the air and nailing a cross body block on Piter. The ropes give all they have to give and the middle one snaps. Burst - Now the ropes are breaking! Great! DK - This place sucks, I wish I could quit.. Falcoon - You could.. DK - And then find a real job? Forget that. Piter lays up against the two remaining ropes. Seraph irish whips him to the opposite ropes, when Piter bounces off Seraph leap frogs him. Piter bounces into the weakend ropes, putting more stress on them. Seraph charges again, nailing a clothesline on Piter as the two remaining ropes snap. Both men tumble over the top rope, Seraph smacks his head on the steel steps and Piter gets caught up by his throat on the guard rail. Falcoon - Ugh, you were right Nick. The referee starts the ring out count...1...2...3...4 DK - Neither man is moving. ...5...6...7...8... Burst - What a waste of time. ...9...10! Missy Janson - This match has been ruled a double count out! Burst - DK, you're a piece of trash for hiring that MVW scum. DK - I know, I made a mistake. Burst - No, now you've pissed me off. I'm going for a walk! Burst stands and leaves the table as ring technicians scramble to reset the ropes.
"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... In the middle of the ring, Kaige, Angel and Trent Steel are engaged in a stare down of epic proportions with Angel holding the belt over his shoulder. A final flash of lightning brings you to the title screen.
"OWF HIGH VOLTAGE!
Falcoon - Welcome back OWF fans, and Nick Burst, we finally have the mess in the ring cleaned up. DK - Maybe CJ can spend some money on some reliably ropes, freaking cheap ass. Burst - Oh shut up, you're just jealous. DK - No, you shut up! Falcoon - I hate to interrupt this highly intellectual arguement, but it's time for our next match.. Missy Janson - The next bout is scheduled for a one fall and is for the OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship...Introducing first... "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.... he is the OWF PDA Champion..."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. Burst - This guy is one hell of a brawler, Dude Job has no easy task ahead of him. Missy Janson - And his opponent, he is The Hardcore Icon....DUDE JOB! Dude Job's music hits, and he trots out to the ring. The fans explode in excitement as he slaps a few hands along the way. Dude Job slides under the bottom rope and tackles Steel down to the mat. (Ding, Ding, Ding) Falcoon - These two can't even wait for the bell! The two men wail away at each other on the mat, neither of them giving an inch to the other. Eventually, Steel is able to push Dude Job off of him and is able to mount him, himself. Steel drops an elbow to the jaw of Dude Job which stuns him immensely. Steel follows up by grabbing Dude Job by the hair and slamming his head into the mat before he stands, walking to one of the corners with a garbage can filled with weapons resting up against it. He picks up the whole steel garbage can and throws it at Dude Job, who rolls out of the way at the last second as all of the contents of the garbage can litter the ring. Dude Job picks up a crutch, which flew from the can, and laying on his back he breaks it over the knee caps of Steel. Steel tumbles to the mat like a fifty foot oak tree, grasping his knees in extreme pain. Dude lets go of the broken crutch, and pushes himself up to his feet. He reaches down to the mat, picking up a pair of nunchucks. Burst - This isn't the karate kid! Falcoon - Wax on! Wax off, Danielson! DK - Shut-the-hell-up-before-I-hurt-you-son! Burst - Good one, I guess CJ got The Triple Crunch Taco Supremes to write our jokes today. Dude Job mockingly swings them around his body, not really sure of what he is doing, but the fans love it. He strikes Steel in the shoulder blade region, as the only thing Steel can do is roll to the outside of the ring, falling to the cement floor from the apron. Dude is in hot pursuit as he reaches through the ropes to pull Steel back in, but out of nowhere Steel shatters a small 12 inch by 12 inch glass pane over the head of Dude Job, bloodying him and sending him to his back. Steel slides in quickly, and covers his opponent as the referee falls into place...1...2..kickout! Burst - I have a feeling this isn't going to end good. Falcoon - End well? Burst - What? Falcoon - You mean, it's not going to end well, right? DK - Enough with the english lesson Mr. Rogers. Steel gets into the referees face, giving Dude time to recover. He picks up a steel linked-chain and he wraps it around his hand as he makes a fist. Steel turns around, but Dude plays possum. Trent lifts Dude Job to his feet, and he attempts a scoop slam but Dude Job floats over to behind Steel. He unravels the chain, eventually wrapping it around his neck and yanking him back into a reverse DDT position with the chain still around his neck. Instead, he lifts Steel straight up, holding him into the air for a good amount of time, adding to Steel's asphixiation with all the blood rushing to his head. He then flapjacks Steel right onto his face. As soon as Steel lands, his instinct is to unwrap the chain from his neck even though he can barely move...Dude Job grabs his leg and hooks it as he pins him, the referee slides into place...1...2...thr- kickout by Steel. DK - This really could go either way. Falcoon - It's because these two guys are in high competition with each other. Burst - That and the PDA title is on the line. Falcoon - I'm sure that isn't even on their minds at this point, Nick. Dude Job stands up and walks to his corner. He grabs a tye-dyed messenger bag. He unzips it and pulls out a single lawndart, holding it up to the crowds delight. Steel is prepared though, as he is on his feet with a wooden baseball bat. He strikes Dude in the back, cracking the bat and sending Dude Job to his knees. When Steel goes to swing again, his momentum snaps the bat the rest of the way, and it hits him in the side of the head. Dude Job sees his opportunity, and he takes out a lawn dart. He charges Steel, and seems to stab him in the side and take him to the ground. Falcoon - OH god! DK - That's gotta hurt. Turns out, he only pierced the shirt, as well as the mat itself. Steel is stunned, as Dude Job pulls out another dart and stabs it through his shirt an the mat on the otherside. He does it twice more, at the shoulder parts of Steels shirt. Steel cannot get up at this point and Dude Job stands, placing a foot on his chest. Falcoon - HAHAHAHA! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! Dude Job holds a lawndart up proudly as a very conscious Steel tries to free himself from being pinned to the mat...The referee slides into place... Falcoon - Dude Job is gonna win! ...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Your winner...annnnd...NEEEEWWWW OWF PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AGGRESSION CHAMPION....DUUUUDE JOB! Burst - I can't believe he won with that. Falcoon - The fans are happy about it! Burst - But they're stupid sometimes. Falcoon - Have you warmed up to the fans here in Australia? Burst - Uhhhh...NO! Burst turns around, to face the unusually rowdy crowd. Burst - SHUT THE HELL UP YOU LITTLE JERKS! The fans chant, "We love Ni-ck, We love Ni-ck" along with claps. Burst - Ugh, Can we move on? We cut to the back. We see Kaige walking around backstage, pacing, looking for Alexis Cage outside her locker room. Suddenly, a door opens near there and Kaige rushes the person, thinking it is Alexis. It turns out to be Jesse Williams. Kaige - Oh, hey Jesse. Williams - What do you want? Kaige - Have you seen Alexis? Williams - Nope, not a fucking clue where she is. Kaige - Okay. Williams turns to leave. Kaige - Hey Jesse.. Williams turns, and ducks a left thrown by Kaige. Williams grabs him around the throat and pushes him up against the opposite wall, choking the life from him. Williams - Kaige, I have no beef with you, but this has gone too far! You talk shit about me, yet you'll rely on me to keep the odds even at High Voltage. Williams lets go of his throat. Williams - This is a warning, next time you'll pay for it. Williams turns and leaves Kaige grasping for air. Kaige - ...How did you do it? Williams turns back around on the heels of his feet. Williams - Do what? Kaige - Beat Angel, four seperate times. Williams - Some will say luck, but it's all about studying who he is, Kaige. Think about that, and you'll know how to beat him. Williams turns, leaving Kaige with the cryptic message. We go back to the announcers table. Falcoon - Williams giving Kaige some free advice on how to beat the Champ. Burst - Pftttt...he...uh... Falcoon - You've got nothing, lets go to our next match.. Burst - But...he's....ugh. Missy Janson - The next match is scheduled for a one fall..Announcing first, 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. Falcoon - Kastor has been nothing but impressive in his little time here. Burst - Do you think he has a shot against the seasoned vet, Aphrodisia? DK - Not a chance in hell. Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Salem, New Jersey...Aphrodisiaaa Jordan! The lights go out, plummeting the entire arena into darkness. For a few moments, there is nothing but the soft sounds of the crowds rumbling with anticipation. There is a heavy bass riff, which ignites a spotlight randomly over the crowd for a brief moment before plunging the arena into darkness again. Soft drum hits continue between the pulses which come every three seconds, as “My Violent Heart” by Nine Inch Nails begins to play. You and I, we may look the same. Slowly, images begin to pulse upon the OWFTron in time to the spotlight of a pale woman’s body parts. Her hand, clutching a cigarette, black nails long and seemingly lethal. Her shoulder, marred by deep and ragged scars. Her naked back, littered with a bullet marks, cuts and whip marks that slice through the tattoos on her skin. Her right eye, deep blue orb piercing through the darkness, seeming to glow, accented by two, black lines cut into her skin from the middle of her forehead to below her cheek bone. Into fire you can send us. The image of the woman’s scarred eye begins to pan out, exposing the other, the barbell through the bridge of her nose. Her straight, black hair hangs around her face as it pans out further, exposing her nose, the ring through her septum. Her lips drawn back into a wicked smile that hints of things to come, the three rings glimmering devilishly. The images continues to pan out, exposing the rest of Aphrodisia Jordan’s body, wrapped in tight, black latex dress that goes from her breasts to her thighs. Her lips part, teeth glinting sharply as she seems to growl at the camera. The image disappears, sending the video screen into darkness. Smoke billows up from the stage, a solitary, white spotlight illuminating through it. You can try but you’ll never
understand. The feminine silhouette steps into the shadows, outlined by the single white light. Her body seems to move with the slow rhythm, entranced by its base beat. Her arms are extended outward, moving with the beat. Her hips click back and forth, her hands moving to her head to push through her long hair. Can you hear it now? Aphrodisia breaks through the wall of smoke, purple and white fireworks erupting from around the video screen and stage, the crowds erupting in thunderous cheers as the music reaches a feverish pitch. Her face is lacking her piercings, but the haunting lines through her eyes are enough to make-up for it. Upon the screen, images of past triumphs, injuries and death-defying moves play across the screen. On hands and knees! Her body is clad in a pair of baggy, black jeans that remain upon her shapely hips by a studded belt with a Jolly Roger belt-buckle. Her feet are adorned with heavy combat boots with skull laces, her abdomen covered with a black wife-beater. She begins to move down the ramp, still partly entranced by the music, though her gaze is focused upon the ring. The music quiets down to its original pitch, Trent Reznor’s voice breathily speaking through the dim lights. You have set something in motion. She slides into the ring beneath the bottom rope, staying on her knees as she moves to the rhythm again. In a fluid motion, she’s on her feet again, twitching from head to toe as she settles into her corner. On hands and knees! (Ding, Ding, Ding) The two square off. Aphrodisia strikes first, with a front drop kick that knocks the wind out of Kastor briefly as he stumbles into the ropes. He bounces right back, attempting a spear on Aphrodisia but she is wise to in and leap frogs him. Kastor crashes into the steel ring post, and he lays inbetween the middle and top ropes, helpless. Aphrodisia comes up behind him, locking him a waist lock, but by some luck he is able to nail her right in the face with a back elbow, breaking the hold. Kastor attempts a clothesline, but Aphrodisia ducks under and nails a falling neckbreaker. Burst - She hasn't missed a beat. Falcoon - Aphrodisia is and always will be one of the OWF's best. She hops right back up, bringing Kastor with her to his feet. She sets him up for a DDT, but Kastor brings two swift knees to the stomach of Aphrodisia, who breaks her hold for a second. Kastor runs, bouncing off the ropes and jumping into the air for a cross body block. Aphrodisia jumps in the air, grabbing his head mid-flight and slams it down to the mat with a vicious DDT. DK - Kastor just got knocked the hell out. Aphrodisia rolls him over, lifting his head and licking the side of his face before jumpin to the top rope. She jumps off, nailing a 450 splash, titled The French Kiss, and she covers Kastor...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Your winner...Aphrodisiaaaa Jordan! Falcoon - Another impressive victory by Aphrodisia. DK - I thought Kastor would impress more, but eh, whatever. The scene switches to the back where we see MVP arguing with Prez CJ. Prez CJ - I'm sorry Mike, I don't know what to tell you. MVP - How is he the next Draco?! Prez CJ - Uhhh.. MVP - I do a much better Draco than him! Prez CJ - MVP, I know you were hoping to get a push, but, we...uh...can't do it right now. I'm sorry. MVP - This is bogus man! MVP storms out of CJ's office. CJ sits down behind his desk. Prez CJ - I love you, too. Chase goes back to his paperwork, as the scene switches back to the announcers. Falcoon - Got a little jobber heat goin on backstage. Burst - Uh huh....Anyways, time for a PDA Match. I'm excited! Missy Janson - The following match is a PDA Rules grudge match, coming to the ring first..hailing from Mexico City, Mexico..."El Luchador" Dios!!!! 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. Missy Janson - And his opponent, from New York, New York...Paraaanoia! The PA System blasts the sounds of AC/DC's Hells Bells as Paranoia strolls with a purpose towards the ring. Burst - Should be a good match considering these two had it out with chairs last week. (Ding, Ding, Ding) Paranoia and Dios both pick up different weapons. Dios grabs an acousic guitar while Paranoia picks up a large black billy club. The two circle each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Dios gets restless and lunges at Paranoia with the guitar being swung from his shoulder, but Paranoia simply sidesteps him and takes him down to the mat with a hard club shot to the throat. Dios drops the guitar as Paranoia follows up with two hard stomps to the midsection of the fallen Dios. Paranoia drops the billy club and picks up the guitar, then rears it back aiming to smack Dios with it. Dios rolls out of the ring to the outside of the apron, as Paranoia swings and misses Dios, breaking the guitar on the mat. Dios reaches down, grabbing a stop sign and he slingshots himself up to the top rope then jumps off nailing a dropkick into the stop sign into the face of Paranoia who gets knocked to his rear. Burst - Oooh. I'm not a fan of mexicans, but Dios is talented. Falcoon - Both of these men are. Both men are down, with Dios being the first to get back up to his feet, He grabs a broom that rests in the corner, and swings it wildly at Paranoia. He simply counters by grabbing the broom, and yanking it from the grips of Dios. Dios attempts a dropkick, but Paranoia side steps him, followed by trying to break the brook over Dios while he is down. Dios rolls though, and stands up. He charges Paranoia, pushing him up against the corner and nailing him with stiff shoulder blocks. He reaches down, grabbing a frying pan and he smacks Paranoia over the forehead with it. He falls to the mat, sitting proped up against the corner. Dios grabs a garbage can lid and places it on top of the face of Paranoia as he runs across the ring. He runs back jumping into the air and nailing a dropkick into the garbage can lid, into the face of Paranoia. Dios covers him immediately...1...2..kickout! DK - Close call there. Paranoia starts to stand up, as Dios tries everything in his power to keep him down. He jumps, nailing a dropkick that staggers him backwards. Dios then tries a sidekick to the thigh, followed by a dropkick to the knee. Paranoia only goes down to one knee, and not long enough for Dios to capitalize. Dios jumps quickly to the top rope, and as Paranoia stands he jumps off and wraps his legs around the head of Paranoia. He attempts a hurracanrana but Paranoia reverses it and nails a huge powerbomb onto the stop sign. He doesn't release Dios' legs and he nails another powerbomb onto the stop sign. He again doesn't let go, and this time nails a sitout powerbomb on the stop sign as the referee makes the count...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Your winner...Paranoia! Burst - Vicious. That guy is a tough bastard. Falcoon - He sure is. DK - He just made a statement here tonight, OWF beware of Paranoia. The scene switches to the back, we see Prez CJ writing his paperwork. He sighs, dropping his pen and leans back as just then the door bursts open. It's Mucho Grasa, along with Trabajo Para Comida and No Hablo Ingles. They come in, each holding a different taco bell item. Prez CJ - What you guys got there? Mucho Grasa - It's Taco Bell...You know, fourth meal. Chase stares in shock. Prez CJ - You speak english? Mucho Grasa - Uh uh uh...que? Prez CJ - I HEARD YOU! Trabajo Para Comida - No hablo ingles. Prez CJ - NOOOOO! THAT'S HIM! NOT YOU! AND DON'T TRY TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT, IT WON'T WORK! No Hablo Ingles - Trabajo? Trabajo Para Comida. Prez CJ - NOOO THATS HIM! UGHH! That's it...VAMINOS! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! The three turn and leave as CJ slams his head on the table. We return to the announcer table. DK - Hahaha, serves him right! Falcoon - I don't know why he doesn't fire them. Burst - Cause when douchebags like Brian Lemay no show, we can have someone to fill their spot. DK - Yep. Falcoon - Whatever, we have the Network Title match now. DK - Atleast we'll get to see Williams dethroned. Missy Janson - The next match is scheduled for a one fall and is for the OWF Network Championship..Introducing first, the challenger, from Los Angeles, California...Greg Jackson! "California Love" by Tupac blares over the speakers, sending the fans into a frenzy! Greg Jackson comes out from the back and starts jumping around to pump up the fans. He then makes his way down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. After testing the ropes a few times, he climbs out of the ring and finds a young child to give them a classic Greg Jackson Souvenir... a partially thawed micorwavable bean and cheese burrito... a gift that child will never forget. Greg then re-enters the ring. Burst - So who you fellas got? DK - I got Jackson, by a long shot. Falcoon - My money is on Williams. Burst - I hate the guy, but he beat Eclipse...so, I don't hate him that much. I think he wins though.. Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada. He is the OWF Network Champion...Jesse Williams! The opening death chords of "Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste" by Norma Jean hit the PA as the fans jump to their feet. The lights go dark and white spotlights scramble all over the arena. Walk around the room, The fans wait desperately as the brooding sounds of the song continue. The spotlights rapidly move around the arena, not staying on one point for longer than a millisecond. Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer! Just then, Jesse Williams appears from behind the curtains. He is focused on the ring as the fans erupt into a thunderous ovation. He starts to walk down the ramp, very slowly. Mediocrity is the killer! Jesse pulls himself up onto the apron, and steps through the ropes. Once inside the ring, he holds his arms up as the fans erupt again. You find yourself helpless. He stands up on the second rope in his corner, looking around the arena as his music continues on. He laid emeralds in her eyes, And we painted crooked lines, but we
danced in perfect time The two men look at each other across the ring. As the referee hold the Network Title up in the air. Falcoon - Here we go! (Ding, Ding, Ding) Greg Jackson is the first to attack, running right at Jesse. Jesse is able to sidestep him at the last second as Jackson runs face first into the turnbuckle. Falcoon - The last time these two faced off in an OWF ring, it was over two years ago! Burst - Looks like they're picking up where they left off. Jesse grabs him from behind, nailing a release german suplex on Jackson. He rolls up into a ball as Williams quickly hops back up, and going right back after Jackson. He pulls Greg up to his feet, and he sends him right back down with a spinning heel kick. Williams gets right back up immediately, and he pulls Jackson up by his hair once more. He irish whips Jackson into the ropes, and when he bounces back he sends him down to the ring with a hurracanrana. Jackson is on the mat, flat on his back, as the fans cheer Jesse on. Williams steps back, crouching a bit as he awaits Jackson to get back on his feet. Williams stands behind him, eyeing him up completely. As Jackson gets to his feet, he is met with a kick to the stomach, followed by and Impact DDT in the center of the ring by Jesse. Burst - There's no way this match is over already! Williams slowly walks to the turnbuckle, hopping directly to the top. Once he is there he gives the signal for the Swanton Bomb. He jumps off, nailing the move on Greg Jackson, then covers him in the middle of the ring...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Your winner and STILL OWF Network Champion...Jesse Williams! Falcoon - Chalk up another one to the Franchise. He's making a strong case to become Contender Elect. Burst - He's still mexican! DK - And Jackson is black.. Falcoon - Not to mention, Plague is canadian... Burst - Uh, my head is going to explode. The scene switches to the back. We see Plague standing in the backstage area, hanging up posters that read "Plague 4 Contender". Plague - Just one more! He staples the final poster on the wall, and looks back at his accomplishment. He rounds the corner, only to see all of his posters have been defaced in different ways. Some read "Jdubz was here", or "Plague sucks dick"- all along those lines. Plague gets furious, dropping his staple gun and marching in the direction of President Chase Johnsons office. He bursts in, as CJ is doing his paperwork. Prez CJ - Doesn't anybody knock anymore? Plague - Something has to be done about this bastard Jesse Williams! Prez CJ - What happened, now? Plague - He defaced my posters! Prez CJ - Oh that was him! Ha, that was funny. I should call him in and compliment him on his fine work. Plague slams his fists down on the table. Plague - You need to take action! Prez CJ - Okay okay, I got it, ready? Plague - I'm listening.. Prez CJ - Since you have a problem with Jesse Williams, and you have a shot at the Network Title in the bank...I figure, Jesse Williams Vs. Plague for the OWF Network Championship sounds good to me. Plague - No, I didn't mean that!! The fans cheer loudly. Prez CJ - Sorry, but... ~*"THATS THE SITUATION"*~ Plague turns and leaves, as the fans are still cheering loudly. The scene switches back to the annoucers booth. Falcoon - Another match signed for High Voltage...Jesse Williams versus Plague for the Network Title. Should be one hell of a match. DK - Pfft, right. Missy Janson - It is now time for the main event.. The fans pop loudly. Missy Janson - and it is for the OWF Tag Team Championship...Coming to the ring first, at a combined weight of 360 pounds...the team of Alexis Cage and Kaige; Twisted Links! A set of up beat drums take over the PA System. The lights flash and a stobe light takes over the stage. Clips of Alexis Cage and Corbin Kage appear on the OWF-tron flashing some great memories to the crowd. PA System - You can't be SAVVVVVED! You've gone and dug your GRAVE! "Victim" by Eighteen Visions blares over the PA System. The fans begin to stand and clap to the fast pace tempo as the lights circle the stage... PA System - So give ONE.. GOOD REASON I should be forgiving.. YOU when I don't care anyway.... Suddenly Alexis Cage drops down from the side of the OWFtron with her skirt flying into the air on her way down! The fans leap up as she signals them and screams "GET UP!" She dances to the music getting the crowd into the mood. PA System - Give me TWO.. GOOD REASONS I should be forgiving YOU WHEN I'M THE VICTIM TODAY! Suddenly a spotlight points up through the crowd at the top of the lower level stairs Corbin Kaige is standing amungst the fans with his kendo stick in hand. They pop and they maul him with their hands as he battles his way down to a small mosh pit of roudy fans by ringside. PA System - You'll crash and burn before you know it... Yah! Addicted to your lies.. Think I've been victimized. Same day same night same situation... The beat picks up just as he reaches the pit. PA System - So give ONE.. GOOD REASON I should be forgiving.. YOU when I don't care anyway.... He head bangs with the group then smacks a wanting fan in the head with the stick before leaping over the barrier and joining Alexis on the ramp, She slides in the ring head first then instantly leaps to her feet and onto a turnbuckle Kaige rolls in behind her and poses with his Kendo stick as they await the action. Missy Janson - And their opponents, at a combined weight of 405 pounds...they are the OWF Tag Team Champions. 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) Plague and Alexis start out in the ring. Kaige and Angel take their positions on the outside of the ring in their respective corners. Plague and Alexis tie up, with Plague getting the better of her and pushing her down to the mat. She hops right back up, charging Plague but he drop toe holds her to the mat. He quickly follows up with a camel clutch. Alexis refuses to give up as the fans get on her side. Plague lets go of the hold and walks to his corner, tagging in Angel. He comes in, and stomps hard on the back of Alexis who is down on the mat still. He picks her up by her hair and he throws her into his corner where Plague is waiting. He charges her and nails a huge clothesline into the corner that sends her to the mat. Falcoon - Looks like Exile didn't come to mess around today! Angel tags in Plague, who immediately picks up Alexis and slams her right down with a scoop slam. He nails her with a standing leg drop, and covers her as she gasps for air...1...2..kickout. Plague stands up and quickly tags in Angel. DK - Quick tags by Exile, great teamwork. Angel comes in and goes to pick up Alexis, but she low blows him. Angel doubles over as Alexis lunges for her corner. She is able to tag in Kaige as the fans erupt. He gets into the ring and he takes Angel down with one right hand to the face, Plague runs in and Kaige takes him down with a clothesline. Kaige stands right up and goes after Angel, he lifts Angel up by his hair, but Kaige receives a low blow for his troubles. He falls to his knees as Angel stands up and hooks Kaige for a suplex. He nails it right in the middle of the ring, and Angel walks to his corner, tagging in Plague. Both men attack the fallen Kaige as the referee stops Alexis from entering the ring. Angel eventually steps to the outside as Plague stays in control. Burst - It's gonna be over soon. Plague irish whips Kaige into the ropes, then nails him with The Vaccine superkick. He immediately covers him...1...2...Alexis breaks up the count. The referee pushes her to the outside as Plague tags Angel back in. Kaige is able to break free from the grasp of Plague, and he tags in Alexis...as soon as she comes in though, Angel kicks her in the stomach and puts her head between his legs. He picks her up for a powerbomb as Plague gets into the ring and grabs her head for a neckbreaker. Angel brings her down with a powerbomb. Plague covers her as Kaige and Angel battle with each other...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Your winners and STILL OWF Tag Team Champions...EXILE! Burst - Damnit! Falcoon - This team is damn near impossible to beat. The winners victory is cut short as the entire arena is plunged into darkness. A solitary, white spotlight slowly fades into view at the top of the ramp. Smoke billows around it, casting an eerie glow fractured throughout. Slowly, a figure begins to shift through the smoke, rising from beneath the stage. The hooded figure stands solemnly, his right hand clutching a large scythe. The white light illuminates theedges of the figure, blood clearly visible on the scythe blade. Unhurriedly, the figures moves forward, black robe billowing with each step down the ramp towards the ring. Angel has taken up a spot behind Plague, eyes wide, scrambling for the edge of the ropes. But Death moves faster, around the edge of the ring and into it. Plague has made a run for it, leaving Death and Angel to go toe-to-toe. Angel staggers backwards as Death advances, the sound of his scythe hitting the mat resonating through the arena. The crowd is deathly silent. Suddenly, Death moves. Using the blunt end of his scythe, he sweeps Angel's legs out from under him. But it doesn't stop there. Adjusting his grip, he brings the scythe down hard towards Angel. Cries and gasps echo through the arena as the camera zooms in on the scythe, buried into the mat about an inch from Angel's ear. Death leans down beside the quivering Angel, one hand on the scythe, the other bracing himself on the mat. He leans over further, Angel's face disappearing within the darkness of Death's hood. As Death withdraws, a bloody lip mark can be seen on Angel's mouth though it is obviously not from Angel. Death slowly rises again, yanking the scythe from the mat and sliding from the ring. Falcoon - What the hell is going on? DK - I really have no idea! Burst - I'm confused, and drunk! Falcoon - That's all the time we have for tonight, see you next week! |
