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Greg Jackson defeated Cokekid VIA DQ
A spotlight shines into the middle of the ring and captures the attention of the crowd. The arena dulls and is brought into silence.. Missy Janson's voice starks over the PA System, echoing through the arena. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen.. At this time please join me in welcoming... "American Draco" winner... The Random Hero James Dunn! 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! Falcoon - Ahhhhhoooooo and welcome to OWF Addiction! Burst - Here comes the job squad! Falcoon - He's American Draco! Burst - God the pickings are getting slim around here! "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. He crawls under the bottom rope then snatches the mic away from Missy Janson. James Dunn - First off I'd like to thank Prez CJ for finally making ME the new American Draco. Now secondly, I'd like everyone to forget about that fed ditching wash up named Draco. He's old news! The fans begin to boo and a "Draco" chant erupts in the arena. James Dunn - Chant all you want! He's NOT COMING BACK! Face it folks.. He's nothing more than I sell out. Hell I wouldn't be suprised to see him jump to SCW next week! So... 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. Falcoon - I guess Curtis Williams has heard enough. Burst - Thank god. Never thought I would be happy to see that n(censored!) James Dunn - Hang on a damn second! This is an outrage! This is my air time pal! 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. James backs up against the ropes ready to bail. James Dunn - Alright.. ALRIGHT! You wanna match man? Fine! You got it! Falcoon - RING THE DAMN BELL BO! RING THE BELL! Uncle Bo - YOOO! Falcoon - BO! YOU FAT FUCK RING THAT FUCKING BELL! (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Curtis Williams darts across the ring but Dunn ducks the clothesline attempt, Dunn kicks Curtis in the mid section Superhuman! Dunn covers but the referee has just hit the ramp. The ref slides into the ring.. 1...2...3! Missy Janson - Here is your winner... James Dunn! Falcoon - Damn that was a quickie! Burst - Hey! Speakin of quickies! Kissens - Hey boys! Falcoon - What the.. Where did you come from!? Kissens - I'm the newest member of the commentary team! Burst - Ahhh crap. Falcoon - Where the hell is DK? Kissens - Mr. Blight made him a reporter! Burst - Hahaha! How humiliating! "Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste" hits the PA System, the entire arena jumps to their feet looking to the entrance ramp. Falcoon - Looks like we're getting a visit from the Network Champion. Burst - Great. Jesse Williams walks out from the back, looking out to the fans who cheer him loudly. He is in a pair of jeans and a white undershirt- with his Network Title over his right shoulder. He wastes no time, walking down the steel ramp and rolling in under the bottom rope. He stands up, adjusting his pant legs over his diesel sneakers. He walks across the ring, asking for a microphone and is given one by Missy. He makes a throat-slashing motion to cut his music and it fades away. He immediately puts the microphone to his mouth, only to take it away as the fans are still loud. Kissens - The fans love Jesse! Burst - Didn't you...also? Kissens - NICK! Jesse takes the belt off his shoulder and lays it on the top rope, facing the side the cameras are on. He leans on the top rope a bit, as he raises the microphone to his mouth again. Williams - Let me get right to it here. See, this little contender elect thing has been fun and all, but it's really starting to get to me how little respect people have for me. I've beaten the best, put Eclipse out for over a month, made Angel my personal bitch.. The fans cheer extremely loudly. Williams - I just want to know exactly what CJ's deal is. As far as I knew, he wasn't in the business the same way Diamond Kid was. So, why haven't I received a World Title shot against Angel? I have proven I am a worthy contender, yet Trent Steel and Kaige are put into a triple threat match for the belt? Why are you protecting him? It's really no matter at this point, because I know I will be voted contender elect. I know that at Bloodbath I will be cashing in my guaranteed World Title shot and I will beat whomever the fuck it is who holds the strap...Kaige, Steel, Angel, Santa Claus...Makes no difference to me. He pauses for a second. Burst - He does have a point..7 months and no title shots. Falcoon - Are you siding with Jesse? Burst - More like, against our bosses. They suck. Kissens - NO! They gave me this job! Burst - Exactly, they suck. Williams - Now, I have Plague at High Voltage for my Network Championship. I'm sure he's sitting around right now preparing for his triple tag match later tonight and I know he can see this. Hey Plague... Jesse points to his title belt. Williams - This means nothing to me. The only thing I am motivated by is the thought of ripping your head off in the middle of the ring. Of course, that will be hard with it being so far up Angel's ass. Falcoon - HAHAHAHA! Burst - Wow, good one, mexican. Williams - I know what you're thinking Plague, why you. Why do you have to be my second defense? Well, it's simple to me. You're the one man people think deserves a world title shot more than me. I'm going to prove them all wrong by destroying you in that ring. I defeated Greg Jackson, a task you couldn't accomplish. Don't you think the people voting will remember that? Don't you think they remember that you haven't ever been victorious over me? They remember, Plague, and I know you do, too. I'm going to offer you this one time option.. He stands up tall. Williams - Come out here right now, and hand in your resignation as DK's pick. If not, then you will be making the biggest mistake of your life. See, Greg Jackson is gone. It's just me and you now, Plague. I wouldn't have it any other way. What better a way to put a stake through the heart of Imperium by beating Angel's sex slave, then Angel again. I honestly can't wait. Suddenly, "Down With The Sickness" hits the PA System, and Plague steps out onto the steel ramp. Burst - We've got even more company now. Plague pulls a microphone out from his back pocket and immediately starts ranting before his music can cut out. Plague - WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! The fans boo extremely loud. Plague - SHUT UUUUUP! This is between me and the mexican..what the hell is your problem? You come out here, you spit your piece and you give me no respect. I've earned respect, damnit! I was World Champion! I hold guaranteed shots at the Network and World Championships. But right now, all that matters is that I get to face you on Sunday. Williams - Yes, You're right. But what you don't understand is that what else matters is that you're facing me. Not some shmuck off the streets, I know you better than you know yourself. You think you have a clue about me? You don't. Trust me. Plague - Oh you're so smart, Jesse. Fuck that, man. You want to go right now? Williams - Yeah, lets get it on, partner. Plague starts to walk down to the ring, as Williams drops his microphone and takes a fighting stance in the ring, motioning and calling for Plague to get into the ring. Burst - Looks like we're gonna get a preview of High Voltage here. Falcoon - OH NO! Angel hops in over the guard rail and slides into the ring behind Williams. Kissens - It's Angel! Williams turns around, but is decked with a huge clothesline. Plague slides into the ring and an all out assault on Jesse occurs in the ring. The fans boo loudly as Plague and Angel stomp away at the Network Champion. Falcoon - Why is nobody helping Jesse? Kissens - Alexis and Kaige are in the building! Burst - He's made too many enemies! We cut backstage just as Angel and Plague are exiting the ring. OWF reporter Sum Yung Ho is standing by anxiously with Alexis Cage. Sum Yung Ho - Alexis Cage.. The three time WoW Champion! Tonight, you have a very important match with yourself teaming with Kaige and your former rival Aphrodisia Jordan against The Tag Team champions Plague and Angel and their partner... Trent Steel! Are you nervous? Alexis Cage - Nope. I have stuff to calm my nerves! But since I finally got some air time I'd like to... Suddenly Rage storms onto the set and stares down Alexis and Sum Yung Ho. He breaths hard over the two smaller women before pointing to Alexis. Rage - You tell James... HES DONE! Alexis Cage - You got it. Rage storms away and the two women are speachless at first. Alexis Cage - Ohhh! I get it! Tell James he's DUNN! It's a pun! Sum Yung Ho - Ahhh yeah it is! Alexis Cage - Humm.. The cameras come back to the ring. Burst - Some bright broads we have here! Kissens - Excuse me? Burst - What?.. Did you fart? Falcoon - Ughh... Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for a triple threat PDA match! Introducing first.. From Alberta Canada.... Seraph! 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. Missy Janson - Introducing next.. From Mexico City, Mexico... 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 - Annnndd finally... From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada.... Rage! 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. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Dios uses the ropes to sling shot himself at both of his opponents. Rage catches him by the throat and chokeslams him to the mat! Rage stands over Dios's already lifeless body and breathes heavy. From behind Seraph grabs Rage and flips him backwards with a release german suplex! Rage holds his neck as Seraph quickly gets back to his feet.. He kicks Rage in the mouth with the tip of his boot then clubs him in the back with a forearm. He grabs Rage by the head and holds him in a rear naked choke.. Dios begins to stir as Rage fights to get free. Dios goes onto the ring aprion unnoticed.. Dios shoots himself over the top rope and lands a leg drop ontop of both men's backs! Seraph slides under the bottom rope and quickly goes for the first weapon he can find, a steel chair sitting at ringside. He folds it up and brings it back into the ring with him. Dios shoots himself off the ropes, but Seraph throws the chair with force, smashing Dios in the face with it! Dios hits the mat holding his nose that gushes with blood! Rage is back up, he waits for Seraph to turn around then grabs him by the throat.. Seraph reacts quickly with a knee to the groin that sends Rage doubling over! Seraph grabs the dented chair, kicking Dios in the ribs on his way back to Rage. Rage gets a sudden burst of energy as he leans up and clotheslines Seraph to the mat! All men are down for the moment, but Rage is the first to stir.. He quickly ducks out of the ring and walks over to the commentary table. Burst - Hey you ugly bastard! Get the hell outta here! You smell like Jackie's crotch! Falcoon - Ewwww! Kissens - Eat shit! Rage grabs Nick Burst's glass of scotch and throws it in a fans face! Burst - Hey you son of a bitch! That cost me 7 dollars! Meanwhile in the ring, Seraph has Dios pinned.. 1...2.. Dios kick out. Rage slides back into the ring and approaches Seraph. A figure emerges on the enterance ramp... Falcoon - It's the Random Hero! Kissens - In ALLL his sexiness! Rage looks up spotting James Dunn walking down the ramp. Dunn retrieves a mic from his pocket. Dunn - FAST AS FAST CAN BEEEEE.... You'll never catc... AHHHHH! WAIT! SHIT! Rage leaps out of the ring and darts up the ramp full speed as James Dunn tries his hardest to get away. Falcoon - He's just gonna leave the match? Burst - He's gonna go beat someone elses ass. He's done with these two. Seraph is on his feet.. Waiting for Dios to stand.. Dios slowly crawls to his feet and is met with a boot to the gut... OBLIVION! Seraph drops him with the pedigree then grabs his legs... Falcoon - Here comes the sharp shooter! Ode to the hitman! Dios quickly taps out, he keeps tapping as the ref rings the bell. Seraph holds the move for nearly 30 seconds longer then has his hand raised in victory. Missy Janson - Here is your winner.... Seraph! The feed cuts backstage panning around to the brick white corridors, and slowly scanning the carnage brought about the hustle and bustle of the backstage crew and their non-stop work. Leaning against one wall is a metal rig, laced with wires and cables of all colors and sizes, and across the hall is a wooden table slopped with pieces of paper in disarray and pieces of unfinished food. Down the corridor a door slams, and within moments OWF's champion Angel comes walking down the hallway, right into the midst of the havoc of workers. He eyes them all, not really caring about their presence, and every so often he re-adjusts the belt slung over his shoulder, eyeing it with a sort of apathetic self-satisfaction. He reaches a break in the hallway, and goes to turn right into a corridor when he's abruptly bumped into and his belt falls off his shoulder. He quickly snaps his head up in anger. Angel - Fucken watch i-- He catches his words in his throat as he realizes just who it is. The tell-tale smile, glinting sapphire eyes slowly sneak into the vision of the camera as Aphrodisia Jordan stands, the OWF title in hand, holding it out to Angel. Aphrodisia Jordan - I believe this is yours, cheri... Her grin remains, teetering on the brink of sweet and intimidating. Her grip was light on the belt, holding it up by just balancing it on the sides of her fingers. Angel eyes her for a moment, looking for any signs of mischief or malice that may be painted in the depths of her delicate features, but he finds none. Reassured, he extends his arm and wraps it around the leather strap. Angel - Yes. Yes it is. He grabs it, not to hard, as to avoid implying any violent intentions, and is shocked to find that her grip on the belt is lighter then expected. He throws it over his shoulder and raps his knuckles on the golden plate twice as a sign of supremacy. Aphrodisia's slender eyebrow rises slowly but she remained collected and stone-faced. She stepped to the side, one hand resting on her hip, the other still at her side. She chances Aphrodisia Jordan - Good luck tonight, Angel... though I'm sure you won't need it, oui? Angel is taken back by her words, and again attempts to search her face for alterior motives, but again finds nothing. Angel - Luck has never been on my side. We don't get along. He re-adjusts the belt on his shoulder and takes a step forward, giving one quick glance back to the porcelain statue that is Aphrodisia Jordan. As a satirical smile dawns on her face, her offers up a small smirk of his own. Angel - Au revoir, Aphrodisia. The scene cuts back to the ring. Falcoon - Theres more friction between those two then there is in Jackie's panties! Burst - Zaaaaaa! Kissens - At least I get action in my panties.. Limpy. Burst -... BURN. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall for the Public Display of Aggression title! Introducing first.. the challenger.. From New York, New York.. Paranoia! The PA System blasts the sounds of AC/DC's Hells Bells as Paranoia strolls with a purpose towards the ring. Missy Janson - And his opponent.. He is the OWF Public Display of Aggression Champion... 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. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Dude Job is in his corner playing to the crowd to much and not paying attention as Paranoia rushes over and attacks him punches to the back of the head. Paranoia puts Dude Job chest first in to the turnbuckle, knocking the air out of him. Paranoia takes Dude Job by the hair and repeatidly slams his face in to the turnbuckle padding. Paranioa backs off as Dude Job stumbles backwards out of the corner. Paranoia bounces off the ropes and delivers a high knee in to Dude Jobs back sending him through the ropes and to the outside. Dude Job shakes it off quickly and gets back to his feet. Paranoia rushes across the ring and leaps over the top rope and hits Dude Job with a clothesline. The crowd goes crazy from the arieal assault. Paranoia snatches a monitor from the announce table. He measures Dude Job and shatters the screen of it over his head. Burst - Hahaha! Thats some good shit right there.... Falcoon - There was no need for that. Why does every PDA match have to get out of hand like this? Burst - Ah shut up pussy. That monitor is coming out of your pay check by the way! Falcoon - Wha? Dude Job just stands there are blood starts to pour from the top of his head and then falls to the ground. Paranoia stomps him in the midsection before bringing him back to his feet and throwing him over the ring side barricade in to the fans. Paranoia climbs up and balances himself as he stands on top of the barricade and waits for Dude Job to get to his feet. Paranoia attempts a double axe handle to the head but Dude Job counters with a puncg to the midection. Paranoia is hunched over and holding his stomach and Dude Job knees him in the face and puts him to the ground. Dude Job takes a chair from the crowd and folds it up. He uses the bottom of it and chokes Paranoia with it while he is down. He releases the choke and Paranoia rolls over on to his stomach and recieves a chair shot to the back. Paranoia rises to his knees holding his back screaming in pain. WHACK! A chair shot to the top of the head! Burst - Hit 'em again! Falcoon - Oh fuck it. Hit 'em! Hit 'em! Kissens - Pfft.. Boys... Paranoia falls back holding himself up with his hands. Dude Job drops the chair and grabs a hand full of hair and delivers numerous punches to the skull. Paranoia begins to bleed from the top of his head, and it runs down covering his entire face within seconds. Dude Job brings Paranoia back to his feet and whips him head first in to the barricade. Job picks Paranoia up and rolls him back over the barricade. Dude Job retrieves his chair. Paranoia gets to his feet and Dude Job tosses him the chair. Paranoia catches it in front of his face and Dude Job takes off in a quick sprint, leaping the barricade and drop kicking the chair in Paranoia's face. The crowd groes crazy as Dude Job removes the top layer of the steel ring steps and lays it across Paranoia's body. Dude Job gets up on the apron and jumps off landing feet first on the steel steps crushing Paranoia. Paranoia pushes the steel steps of of him. Dude job backs up as Paranoia gets to his feet. He takes off running towards him. Paranoia ducks and back body tosses Dude Job on to the steel ring steps. Paranoia scoops Dude Job off his back and places him across his right shoulder. Paranoia runs towards the announce table and power slams Dude Job right through it. Falcoon - Oh my god! Right through our announce table! Burst - You're not gonna have much of a pay check if shit keeps getting broken around here.... Paranoia drags Dude Job away from the carnage by his hair and rolls him back in to the ring. Paranoia walks over to the time keepers table and grabs the PDA Title and re-enters the ring. As Dude Job gets to his feet Paranoia attempts to hit him with the title belt. Dude Job side steps him and blasts Paranoia in the face with a super kick. Paranoia falls to his back with the PDA Title laying face down on his face. Dude Job see's the opportunity and stomps the belt in to his face. Dude Job points out to the crowd. They stomp their feet for him as he runs around the ring. Suddenly Paranoia rises up! Dude Job turns around and gets nailed with a spear manuover into a spinning tornado ddt! The Cloud of Darkness! He pins him with an arm across the throat.. 1...2...3! Missy Janson - Here is your winner and NEWWWWWW PDA Champion.... Paranoia! Burst - Hey I got one! The PDA title gets tossed around more t.. Kissens - Then Jackie Kissens right? Yeah real funny and original. Burst - Bitch. Falcoon - Main event time! Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for tonights main event! It is a 6 man tornado tag match with PDA rules! Introducing first... Representing The Imperium.. They are the OWF Tag Team Champions... Angel and Plague! 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. Missy Janson - Introducing their 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. Missy Janson - Their opponents.... 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! Missy Janson - The team of Alexis Cage and Kaige! Twisted Links! "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. Falcoon - Three of the men in this ring will meet in just 6 days to determine the OWF champion! Burst - I already placed my bet on Angel. The man is the franchise. period. Kissens - Trent is soooo sexy! Missy Janson - And their partner.. 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. Missy Janson - From Salem New Jersey... Aphrodisia Jordan! 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 with a chair in her hand, 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. Falcoon - She came prepared! Chair in hand! Burst - PDA rules rule! 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. You have set something in motion. Aph unfolds the chair on the stage and plops herself down on it. She swiftly pulls out a ciggerate from her pocket then strikes a match on her side, she lights it up and takes a long puff, blowing a smoke ring into the air of the arena. Falcoon - What the hell? A smoke break? Already!? Burst - Smoke break? Deal. A lighter can be heard as Nick takes a drag of his freshly lit cigar. Kissens - ~coughs~ That smells aweful! What are you smoking? Rolled crap? (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The ref has no choice but to start the match. Alexis and Kaige both look up the ramp and shrug they're shoulders at Aph. All competitors are in the ring, facing each other, besides Aphrodisia. She is sitting on the outside, smoking a cigarette casually, at the base of the ramp. Alexis and Kaige are waiting for the other team to make the first move. Kaige and Angel square off, but out of nowhere Trent Steel charges across the ring, spearing Kaige down to the mat. He mounts him and unleashes a fury of punches to his face, Alexis goes to help Kaige, but she is pulled down to the mat by Plague by her hair. She hops right back up and ducks under a double clothesline attempt by Angel and Plague. She is able to grab their heads and fall backwards, nailing a double neckbreaker on the duo. The fans cheer loudly. Falcoon - What is up with Aphrodisia... Burst - I don't know, she's just watching the match. At this point, Kaige has gained the upper hand on Steel and has thrown him to the outside of the ring. Kaige quickly goes after the quickly recovering Angel. The two trade rights back and forth as Plague and Alexis tie up, before Alexis quickly slams him down with a hiptoss. She follows up with a stiff arm bar. Just then, Steel slides back into the ring, weilding a chair. He rears back, smacking Alexis in the back of the head, as she breaks the hold she has on Plague. Kaige gets the upper hand on Angel, knocking him to the ring before attacking Steel from behind. He drops the chair and Kaige quickly DDT's him on top of it. Kissens - Quick DDT by Kaige. He covers Steel...1...2..broken up by Plague who breaks a 2x4 piece of wood over the back of Kaige. Plague lifts Kaige back up to his feet, and attempts to clothesline him down, but Kaige is able to duck his attempt. When Kaige turns around, though, Plague attempts a superkick, but he avoids that as well. Kaige is then attacked by Angel as he and Plague double team Kaige. Alexis battles with Steel, where she gains the upper hand and is able to kick Steel in the balls, doubling him over. Alexis exits the ring, and walks over to Aphrodisia. She confronts her, but Aphrodisia has no compassion and continues watching the match. Just then, Steel slams a garbage can over the shoulder blades of Alexis, sending her to the ground. Aphrodisia and Steel lock eyes, but Trent just continues pummeling Alexis. Kaige gets his second wind and nails a strong kick to the head of Plague. Burst - There's mayhem everywhere! Trent reaches under the ring, grabbing a Barbed Wire bat and wielding it as a means to keep Alexis down outside. Meanwhile in the ring, Kaige has fought back and has Angel in a standing side headlock. Plague is down on the mat after a swift kick to the head just before. Angel tries to pick up Kaige for a backdrop, but Kaige stands tall. Just then, Plague hops up to his feet, nailing The Vaccine superkick on Kaige as Angel lifts him and nails a very high angle backdrop. On the outside, Trent stalks Alexis with the bat, but she is able to avoid his attempts. Kissens - Alexis had better run. In the ring, Angel has sat himself up on the top rope and Plague has about lifted Kaige up, setting him up for the Crucifixion. Burst - It's probably all over now! Meanwhile, Steel swings the bat on the outside, but Alexis is able to avoid the move and grab the bat from Steel. She nails him in the abdomen, knocking him to the floor, then she quickly slides into the ring. She nails Plague from behind with the bat, so he drops Kaige before he can get grabbed by Angel. Alexis drops the bat, hops to the second rope grabbing Angel's head and nailing the Uncaged diamond cutter on him in the middle of the ring. Alexis lands on top of Plague, in a pinning perdicament as the referee counts...1...2...3! Aphrodisia grins as she slides into the ramp, chair in hand. Alexis is recuperating, slowly getting to her feet. Cage shakily turns around, reacting in time to catch the chair in her hands. But its all for nought as Aphrodisia bounces off the ropes and vaults towards Cage, dropkicking the chair right into Alexis' face! Cage goes down, blood oozing from her busted forehead. Aph kicks herself up off the mat, spinning around in time to see Kaige charging towards her. But Angel is there. He grabs Kaige and whips him back to the ropes. On the rebound, Angel levels Kaige with a devastating elbow to the jaw. Both members of Twisted Links are down, leaving Aphrodisia alone in the ring with Trent Steel, Plague and Angel. Angel smiles as the crowd murmurs in a mixture of confusion and boos and calls for a mic as Steel and Plague approach him, questions and concerns spewing out of their mouths in a flurry. With the motion of one hand he assures them that everything is fine and grabs the mic from the assistant. Aphrodisia still stands stationary, smiling at the crowd, and basking in their new-found hatred. Angel approaches her, that cynical smile still plastered on his face. Angel - Oh my god!? What's happening!? Imperium and Aph? Aph and Imperium? It can't be! Angel laughs as the crowd erupts in boos. Steel and Plague immediately catch on, and smiles dawn on their faces as well. Angel - Well it is. There's no build-up. There's no fancy turn, swerve, or angle. The competition has withered. The opposition is no more. People are attracted to power. Simple as that. The crowd boos again as Plague comes up
behind Angel and claps him on the shoulder. Aph cracks a
smile as she places a hand on her hip and Angel -
So without further adeu, I'd like to announce to everyone
the final nail in the coffin of OWF, the realization of
the power we have The crowd erupts in monstrous boos as Angel drops the mic, letting it spike on the ground. Aphrodisia begins to slowly stroll around the ring, that smile still on her face. Angel signals to Steel and Plague to gather the members of Twisted Links. A wary Alexis and Kaige stand before Aph and Angel who are smiling. Aph strolls up to Alexis and grabs her collar, getting closer and closer. With a slow movement she sensually wipes the blood from Alexis's forehead, and stares at the crimson liquid running down her fingers. Without hesitation she licks the blood in a tedious motion, and then sharply spits it back in Alexis's face. She laughs as Steel drops her to the ground. Next to her Angel is signalling for Angel's Holocaust on Kaige. With Plague holding his arms back he kicks grabs Kaige and quickly lifts him, boasting around the ring for a moment before finally dropping him down, the sick thud of his neck echoing throughout the boos of the crowd. Angel picks up the mic once again. Angel - The Imperium age has begun once again. OWF is ours. Enjoy. The audience rains boos down upon Imperium
and their newest addition. Plague rolls out of the ring
clutching his half of the tag team titles Burst - This is enough...Chase, pay the GOD damn bills! Soon, the arena is covered in complete darkness. Spotlights high above the ring turn on with a loud click giving a beam of dark red light on each member of Imperium. Falcoon - Uh, I don't think this is CJ's doing. Plague looks around with his face showing nothing, but pure anger remembering his attacks weeks ago. Trent Steel lets his eyes shift around the arena trying to find some flash of movement for this source of annoyance. Angel is clutching his pair of titles screaming like a mad man. Aphrodisia Jordan is just standing there with herhead cocked slightly to the side and her nostrils trying to detect a new scent. Kissens - I don't like this. Angel stands in the center of the ring bellowing loudly that he is the champion, the top dog, and not scared of anyone. The screen flickers to life with static but there is no audio. After what seems like an eternity of looking at the white and black snow screen the screens alters to that odd count down of abnormal symbols. Most of the symbols look rounded, almost as if they represented zero. The low hushed almost demonic voice is heard as the symbols click away with their countdown. "Time is drawing near. Time for the truth. For the down fall. The time is so close. So very close." In the darkness a white blur can be seen at the top of the entrance ramp. Trent Steel's eyes were the first to see it. He stood still just watching the blur not sure if it was a trick of his eye or a trick for him. Plague sees Trent Steel's line of sight but it is far too late. As soon as Plague turns he gets a foot heavily planted into his chin. One half of the tag team champions falls to his back with his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The tag team title fall over his chest after being hit with his own signature move, The Vaccine. "One by one the obstacles fall. Second by second it brings the down fall closer." Falcoon - Plague just got knocked out cold! Trent Steel is ready as he watches his fellow Imperium member, Plague, fall. Angel and Aphrodisia Jordan are still in the ring not wanting to cross the darkness, when the lights seem to have the ring lit from corner to corner. Trent Steel takes a swing at the white blur but it easily avoids it. The dark clad figure grabs the arm of Trent Steel and pulls him close. His other arm hooks around his head and hits a hard DDT straight into the bottom of the guard rail, a modified version of Pittsburgh Nightmare. The figure pushes the fallen Trent Steel. The dark red spotlight shows the familiar theater mask that has been haunting Angel. The figure sinks back into the shadows. The only Imperium members left standing are the leader and the newest member. Burst - What the hell is going on Gunther! Falcoon - I don't know Nick...I don't know. The odd symbols continue to countdown
leaving only one symbol still actively changing. Slowly
the symbols click away. Was it seconds, minutes, hours,
or days left until this countdown was done? The white
blur is seen in the shadows crawling into the ring.
Aphrodisia Jordan spins to "And the time is..." The symbols click away faster and faster. Each click happens faster and faster. All the symbols of the countdown look identical and oddly like zeros. Angel is backed into the corner by the figure, shaking his head clutching his titles. All four dark red spotlights converge on the figure and Angel. The figure's gloved hands reach up to pull the mask away. The spotlights turn off one by one as the mask is slowly pulled upwards. "NOW!" The lights suddenly turn back on and the mask is in the figure's hand. Angel is shaking his head looking forward at the man behind the mask. The crowd is on their feet in a mixture of shock, surprise, and admiration.The man standing in the ring is none other than.. Burst - WHO IS IT! I CAN'T SEE! Falcoon - I can't make it out! ..one of OWF's former champions, former big names... Kissens - I think its....CHRIS GREEENNNNN! Burst - NO! IT's...IT's... ... ... ... ..."The Hellacious One" Draco. Falcoon - HE'S BACK! HE'S BACK! Draco sees Angel's reaction and shakes his head walking off. Angel sees his opportunity grabbing Draco's arm and pulling him at him. Draco ducks the clothesline and bounces off the ropes coming back with a hard back elbow that sends Angel out of the ring clutching his face. The fans are on their feet chanting Draco's name. Angel glares up at Draco clutching a now bloody nose as Draco stands there staring back. He ignores the six fallen bodies around him and focuses on Angel as the crowd continues to cheer as loud as they can for the return of Draco. |