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Ali Khadafi was released from his contract for now showing.
PREVIOUSLY AIRED ON THE OWF NETWORK: 2:39 AM Eastern Time Zone. Peter Piper is seen in a chair with an XWA microphone. Peter Piper - Peter Piper here of XWA with a multi-time champion of many federations and divisions. A highly decorated, self-unemployed, ring veteran... possible XWA superstar...Psychosis.... James... Albert... Caine. James How are you? James Caine - I'm fucking wonderful Peter. Thank you. Peter Piper - Well it appears as if you're quite happy. Why might that be? James Caine - Well Draco all of a sudden wants to be my best friend because... well... Who really gives a shit the guy has proven he's retarded and couldn't hold a matchstick to my tea cup. The guy's no better than Corbin Kaige and thinks he could beat me one on one. But that's not why I'm happy Peter. I'm happy because I have torn my OWF contract in half, watched as Diamond Kid couldn't grow the testicular fortitude to shake my hand, and then... listened to Ryan Draco talk more shit than a cow lets out in a week. Peter Piper - Still hostile towards Draco eh James? James Caine - Of course the guy doesn't know a wrist watch from a wrist lock and thinks he's a better wrestler than me. But I don't even have to appear at addiction to prove I'm better than him. The world already knows it, because he's been wrestling for what? Two years, Three? Four? Five tops right? He claims to be a vampire, but I disproved that theory and yet he still tries to talk trash. When will the assmonkey learn... he's not me. And that's all there is to it. OWF can hire whatever look alike they want for this addiciton. The bottomline is that it's not the Real James Caine that walks down that ramp. Ten to one Orgasmatron by Motorhead plays and some idiot wanna be freak goes down and gets his ass kicked. Or maybe he gets beat to shit and Trent Steel drops him on Draco. Whoop-De-Shit! That just means that some nobody just one-uped the GREATEST OWF WRESTLER since Joe Dickmouth and is going to get embarassed in a network match later down the road. It was unsure of what happened behind the closed doors of that hospital room between me and DK. I know what happened, and he knows what happened. I've been unhappy for some time with OWF management, and that last addiciton was the last straw. Peter Piper - Wow... That's a mouthful. James Caine - Before I go on in that topic lemme just point out how SMART... The GREATEST OWF wrestler really is. I quote. Caine clears his throat in front of the camera. James Caine - Two weeks ago I beat your ass, Three weeks ago I beat your ass, and four weeks ago I beat your ass............ Caine clears his throat again, and pauses James Caine - Okay... Lemme take a look at the video footage here... One week ago. Draco won by Screwjob... THANK-YOU MORNINGWOOD... Two Weeks ago, Draco and I didn't even fight... In fact that was me planting his face with a Psycho-Crusher. and Three weeks ago... I think he was referring to him pinning me, but did he really beat my ass? No his woman was the one who beat the shit out of me, and I'm okay with that because I don't hit women. At least not while I'm me and not the other me. Is that easily understood Piper? Peter Piper - Well sort of, I mean it is well known that you are crazy. James Caine - Obviously, and four weeks ago... let me see where was I? Hell I don't even know because I've been drunk the entire week. Why have I been drunk? I'm celebrating my walk out on OWF. But if memory serves correctly... I wasn't fighting Draco. So this is the intelligence of the ALMIGHTY ONE. Wait there's more. Peter Piper - Really? He's gone farther than just that? James Caine - OHHH YEA... Much farther. He stated last week that I've done nothing in my career but beat Kaige for the PDA title. TWO... major problems there Pete. Number one, my career started in 1996, not 2007... maybe if he'd have said OWF career that'd have been understandable, but there's still problem numero two. Which is that I NEVER beat Kaige for the PDA title. Yeah, that's right asshead... Look it up. That match wasn't a PDA title match. In FACT... I never won the PDA title it was handed to me by Spaz. So welcome back to reality you homosexual, emotional, worthless little faggot. I'd say I'll see you in the ring, but AH! I won't be anywhere near the arean on Monday. I'll be in my MANSION... enjoying a nice big bottle of Captain Morgan and a nice fat sack of the best marijuana money can buy. Peter Piper - Damn. That about bitch slaps one half of the tag team champions... Anything you'd like to add to that? James Caine - Yes, and normally I'd say thank-you and fuck off. But you know what... I quit, so put that in your pipe and SMOKE IT!
Falcoon - Wait wait wait! Before anything happens I have to ask... Was Caine drunk durning that interview? Kissens - I am more concerned with why the hell an XWA promo was played on our network! On a set backstage the OWF champion Angel is shown posing for the camera with the title draped over his chest. The fans pop on the sight of him, a loud roar floats across the fans just as Sum Yung Ho steps into the picture with a microphone. Sum Yung Ho - Mmmmm Angel... I'm sooo thrilled to be interviewing you tonight! Angel takes a step back and looks down at her crotch. He stares blankly for a second before looking back up at her confused. Angel - ... I can tell.. Did you drop a snow cone on your pants or are you just happy to see me? She blushes as Angel gives her a wink. Angel's focus suddenly changes off camera. Alexis Cage - Well.. Well.. Well.. SUPRISE. The camera's turn to show Alexis Cage with a bandage around her head standing across from Angel. Her arms are folded and the WoW title rests on her shoulder. Alexis Cage - Hi-Ah champ! She says sarcastically while slapping him on the title belt. She paces around him then pops her head out from the side, seperating Angel and Sum Yung Ho. Alexis Cage - Haven't you learned anything last week chink? Get the hell outta here! Angel eyes Alexis as the reporter flees the scene. Alexis Cage - So.. Why ya so blue champ? Angel - The smell of rotten ass and aborted baby fetius's just doesn't put me in a real great mood! Alexis Cage - ... Hey hey! I didn't come out here to sling mud champ! No no! See, I came out here to tell the world that I can't wrestle tonight! Nope! Doctors won't clear me. Sooo.. Your little.. whatever the fuck she is.. ...White trash slut...? That works! She might wanna get a new partner! Angel - Are you SURRRE you didn't come out here to tell everyone you are secretly in love with me? Alexis lets her hand float across Angel's title belt onto his chest. Alexis Cage - I'm surrre... She seems to purr while swaying her hips as she walks away. Angel - Mehh.. You can't turn a WHORE into a housewife anyway! Angel grins as the OWF Monday Night Addiction theme hits..
This is a new generation.. A new breed of talent... Whispers fill your ears as the intro to music begins to play. They fade as the singing begins. If you feel... So empty.. So used up.. So
Let Down.. If you feel so angry.. So ripped off.. So
stepped on.. Your not the.. Only one. Clips of the new breed of OWF as well as old footage passes over your screen as "Riot" by 3 Days Grace plays in the background. The opening segment of Addiction grabs your attention and the theme itself becomes addicting.
The lights flicker over Times Union Center! The camera's scan the ground as "Riot" by 3 Days Grace continues to play in the background. We take you down to ringside to meet up with tonight's commentators: Gordie Falcoon, Jackie Kissens, and Nick Burst! Falcoon - AAAAAHOOOOOOOOOO! Burst - Are we fuckin sold out tonight? Falcoon - No... 32 seats short! Thirty fucking Two.... That's horrible people! We're awesome! Come watch us! Burst - Jackie will do commentary topless on the next sold out event! How about that? Kissens - Damn right I will! Falcoon - Anything for ratings! Burst - But seriously.. We're goin broke here! Falcoon - Two huge announcements for Drift and Die on September 23rd!.. We all know Alexis Cage will be facing Angel.. But I was informed before the show by Mrs. Morningrod that both the WoW AND and OWF title will be on the line! Kissens - Angel's not a chick! Burst - How do you know? Kissens - Trust me... IIIIII KNOW! Falcoon - ANYWAY!!... That's a huge announcement, only one man in the history of the OWF has held the womens divison title and that was Plague! Kissens - Even more important.. NO WOMAN has held the OWF title! Falcoon - The other big announcement... Seraph has 7 days from today.. One week.. Burst - Ugh! Stop with the shitty build up already! We ALL know how a week is! ... Fuckin tryin to sound like Mike Tennay and shit. Kissens - Ewwww... That promotion is HORRIBLE! Falcoon - Seraph has to name a partner to challenge Angel and Draco by next Monday! Burst - Are you done now? Can we watch some rastlin' now? Falcoon - Sure. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and a NETWORK TITLE MATCH! Introducing first... The challenger.. From Seattle, WA.... "The Misfit" Spaz! The lights go out and the opening cords to Drain the Blood(The Distillers) blares over the PA. They lights come on dim and the silouette of a figure stands on the stage. The figure turns his head and reveals himself to be "The Misfit" Spaz. The lights come back on fully and the crowd begins to roar. Spaz is wearing his leather jacket with a Misfits sweater, and his hair in Liberty Spikes as he makes his way to the ring. Fire pyro begins to engulf the stage and Spaz walks through the fire till he gets to the ring. He walks up the steps and gets into the ring via the middle rope. Missy Janson - Annnnddd... His opponent! He is the current OWF Network Champion! From Love Valley, North Carolina.... Dude.. Job!! "OWF Presents" DUDE JOB "Scream" by Billy Idol starts to play as tye dye smoke shoots up from the entrance way as Dude JoB emerges from the smoke. His eyes focused but his mouth keeping a psychotic smirk on it. The fans boo or cheer for him, and he does care but he doesn't show it. He gets halfway down the rampway before he produces a tye dye bandana and wraps it around his head to keep the hair out of his eyes. He then walks down to the ring and leaps in, he poses for the crowd for a moment before signaling to the referee that he is ready to begin. (Ding, Ding, Ding....) Immediately, Spaz runs at Dude JoB, who sidesteps Spaz and grabs him into a reverse waist lock. Spaz breaks his hold, reversing into a reverse waist lock of his own. DJ whips his head back, connecting with the bridge of Spaz's nose. Spaz lets go, bringing both hands up to his bleeding nose. DJ runs at him, attempting a spear but Spaz catches him, and nails a double axe-handle to the back of DJ, which brings him down to one knee. Spaz reaches down and lifts Dude JoB up over his shoulder. He carries him up in a reverse powerslam position before slamming DJ with a shoulderbreaker. DJ falls to the mat, clutching his left arm. Burst - Spaz is...dare I say, on the offensive! Falcoon - You sure did dare to! Kissens - Definetely da- Burst - The joke is over, sweetie, so just shut uup and watch the match like the scrip- I mean, like a good girl! Spaz covers DJ, the referee slides into place for the count..1...2..kickout by DJ. The fans cheer loudly as Spaz immediately grabs the head of Dude JoB, lifting him to his feet. He pushes him backwards into the corner, then charges DJ. Dude JoB reverses, getting his feet up in time to connect with Spaz's jaw. Spaz stumbles backwards, where DJ runs at Spaz but Spaz grabs him and nails a powerslam right in the center of the ring, the referee drops into place..1...2..kickout by DJ. Falcoon - Spaz is firmly in control at this point.< Kissens - The network title has become cheaper thann Jacki- HEY! Burst - Hahaha, yesss! Kissens - I hate you. Spaz pounds the mat, showing his frustration. He gets into the referee's face, arguing the count. DJ quickly reaches up, rolling up Spaz..1..2...kickout. DJ and Spaz get to their feet at the same time, but Dude JoB clobbers Spaz with a huge clothesline, sending both men to the mat. Burst - That's the Dude JoB we're used to.> DJ hops to his feet, lifting Spaz up by his hair, only to bring Spaz's face directly into DJ's rising knee. Spaz falls to the mat as DJ gloats for a few seconds, before leaning up into the corner. He waits for Spaz to get up to his feet, and he charges, nailing a bulldog on Spaz. He covers Spaz, 1...2...kickout! Falcoon - Gotta give Spaz credit, he's hanging in tthere. Dude JoB picks up Spaz, who nails a low-blow. He irish whip's DJ towards the turnbuckle, and DJ slams into it back first. He stumbles out and Spaz charges him, attempting a clothesline, but Dude JoB again side steps him and grabs a reverse waist lock. He flips Spaz over with a german suplex and Spaz hits the turnbuckle. Kissens - NO BITCH! Falcoon - What a devastating move! Burst - It must be in order for Kissens to say &qquot;No", that word is like her least used word ever. Kissens - Fuck you! Burst - NO! As Spaz lays motionless on the ring mat, Dude JoB lays his right arm over his chest...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Here is your winner.... And STILL OWF Network Champion... Dude Job!!! Falcoon - Tightly contested match, eh Nick? Burst - You said it Graham! Falcoon - DJ holds onto the Network title tonight! Kissens - Who's he facing at the pay per view? Falcoon - Good question arrrrghh!! Mateeey we're goin to the back with Mrs. Morningrod for answers! The commentators look at Falcoon confused on why exactly he used a pirate accent. We fade to the back to Mrs. Morningrod who is at her desk swamped with paper work. Mrs. Morningrod - You know what? This job SUCKS! Camera Guy - Shh! We're live! Mrs. Morningrod - Shit! Falcoon - Mrs. Morningrod! Good evening! Mrs. Morningrod - Hi guys! Falcoon - We were wondering if you could give us a heads up on whats coming up at Drift and Die? Mrs. Morningrod - Uhhhh... Yeah.. ~under her breath~ because I have time for this shit. Kissens - What'd she say? Falcoon - Dunno.. I couldn't hear. Burst - What'd you say bitch? Mrs. Morningrod - Excuse me? Falcoon - Nothing nothing! Mrs. Morningrod - Ah! Here we go.... Drift and Die September 23rd 2007.. Headlining the event.. WoW Champion Alexis Cage will face OWF Champion Angel with BOTH titles on the line! That's all I have for you right now guys! Falcoon - Thank you Mrs. Morningrod for your time! Mrs. Morningrod - Always here when you need me Gary! Falcoon - It's GORDIE! For fuck sakes people! GORRRRDIE! Shit... An unfamilar blonde is walking the back halls. She is dressed in a white nurses outfit and can be seen going into the locker room area. Woman - Next.. Her back is turned towards the camera as Cokekid walks in, shutting the door behind him. Woman - My you're a handsom falla, I know you're not one of those dirty boys who use Steroids are you? The woman is seen tracing hr fingertip over CK's cheek as she visiblly begins to flirt with him. She has him roll up his sleeve so she can tie a turnikit around his arm to draw blood. She looks to him and smiles and she slowly begins to move in closer with the suringe. She steps close to CK, almost close enough for him to get an eyefull of breasts and she drives the suringe right between the legs. CK falls to the floor holding his cock as the nurse now begins to drive her spiked heels into his head and upper body. Cokekid passes out instantly, the nurse smiles and pulls out a bottle from her pocket that reads "horse tranqulizer". The nurse proceeds to tie him up and set him up in the chair so he can not move. Woman - Hey guys.. She steps into the hall where two security guards stand drinking coffee. Woman - This man is not to be disturbed until the results come back and I hand deliver them to Mrs Morningrod. The guards nod and she locks the door behind her. Burst - Ahh! I love me a nurse! Falcoon - She just stabbed in the dick! Kissens - That's how steroid tests are done! Falcoon - You don't even have a penis! How the fuck would you know? Kissens - Anyone have a clue who that was? Burst - The naughty nurse from my wet dreams! Falcoon - Ewww... Missy Janson - The next bout is a Tornado Tag, PDA Rules match! The fans cheer loudly. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, at a combined weight of 355 Pounds...the team of, Medea Jane McTierney and "The Voice of Reason" Jeff Thomas! PA System - I'm a misplaced man "Misplaced" by Sonata Arctica plays from this point as the Voice of Reason, Jeff Thomas and Medea Jane McTierney make their way from the back amidst the jeering boos from the crowd. Jeff yells at them "I'm doing this for you!" as he walks up the ring steps into the ring with no expression on his face as McTierney slides under the bottom rope. He smugly looks at the crowd as he leans back in his corner as she stretches out right next to him as both wait to begin the match. Burst - I like this team. Falcoon - Definitely a lot of talent! Missy Janson - And their opponents, coming to the ring first, wrestling out of Salem, New Jersey, Aphrodisia Jooooordan! 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. A low, raspy voice speaks: PA System - From now on, we are enemies… you and I. The speakers explode in the hauntingly melodic tune of “Warheart” by Children of Bodom. Images begin to pulse upon the OWFTron in time to the base beat 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. I'm an outcast on the path of rebound 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. 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. Warheart! No remains from compassion or
love 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, red spotlight illuminating through it. The feminine silhouette steps out of the shadows, outlined by the single red light. 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. 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. Warheart! No remains from compassion or
love 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 as the music enters its reprieve. I'm an outcast on the path of rebound She slides into the ring beneath the bottom rope, that sadistic grin still plastered on her face. Blue eyes scan the arena as she moves to her feet and then her corner, pacing like a caged animal. Warheart! I'm the warheart, Aphrodisia leans into her corner as she stares across the ring at her opponents. Missy Janson - And her partner, she is a four time WoW Champion...Alexis Caaaage! 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 lights flash on but their is no Alexis... Kissens - Well she said she would not be wrestling tonight! She gave a fair warning! Doctors haven't cleared her. Falcoon - You can't just not show up! Kissens - Apparently she can! The Outsidertron flashes and we cut backstage to the Imperium lockerroom.. Kaige - Hey! They hit your theme. Alexis Cage - Idiots. I told them I can't wrestle tonight. I even have a note! Kaige - Well, are you ready to go yet? Alexis Cage - Hang the fuck on! I've gotta wash this shitty makeup off my face. Alexis steps into the bathroom and walks right up to the sink. A vial of blue soap sits on the ledge.. Alexis Cage - Hummm... She says while grabbing it and looking at the label. She pours some into her cupped hands then applies it to her face. She lets the water run out into her hand and splashes her face while her eyes are closed. Kaige - Hurry up! We have a plane to catch! The camera's cut back out to Kaige who is tapping his foot impaitently. Alexis Cage - Shut up ass! I'll be out in a.. AHHHHH! We go back inside the bathroom to a reflection in the mirror... Alexis's entire face is covered in a blue dye. She looks down at her hands in shock and notices they are blue too. Kaige's voice travels through the door. Kaige - Alexis! Are you alright!? Alexis Cage - MOTHER FUCKER!!!!! The camera's take a different angle on the mirror, Alexis tilts her head then turns around to look at the backside of the door. The following words are written in blue paint... "Why ya so... BLUE.. Champ!?" Alexis screams again as the camera's cut back to the ring... Falcoon - Hahahaha! Angel... You've STILL got it! Kissens - That's going to far! Her face!? Come on! Burst - Oh quiet down, I'm sure it's not the first time she's had something BLEW on her face. Falcoon - AHAHAHAHAHA! (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Aph charges across the mat. Jeff Thomas quickly thwarts her attack with a shoulder block that nearly sends her out of the ring. Aphrodisia leaps up and sends a quick leg sweep kick, but Jeff jumps over it. As he lands Aph nails him with a stiff roundhouse kick to the jaw, staggering him backwards. Medea comes from behind, Aph turns and blocks a punch then scoops her up into a fireman's carry. Thomas regains his composure and runs towards Aphro, nailing a spear on her. As she falls back, she slams McTierney down on her back. Thomas grabs Aph's leg and hooks it.. 1.. Burst - Barely even a one count! Count faster! This night's draggin'. Aphrodisia is slow to get up, but as she does, she gets brought right back down by Medea as she mounts her and attempts to strike her with hard rights and lefts. Aphrodisia is able to block most of the shots, but a few find their mark. Thomas is outside of the ring grabbing weapons.. He tosses a trash can lid, a pair of plyers, a tennis racket and a shovel in. Aph is trying to push Medea off, she reaches over and grabs the trash can lid and smacks Medea across the ear with it! The shot to the head sends Medea down to the mat, Thomas realizes his partner is in trouble and he picks up a shovel that is lodged in between the top and bottom ropes of the corner. He rears back, nailing Aphrodisia in the back with it. She falls on top of McTierney though...1...2... Thomas springboards over the ropes to the inside of the ring and splashes Aph and his partner! Falcoon - He might have taken his own partner out! Aphrodisia gets back to her feet, picking up a kendo stick and smacking Thomas across the forehead. It dizzies Thomas for a few seconds, as he loses his bearings. Aphrodisia takes advantage of this and dropkicks him through the ropes to the outside. She follows him out, in hot pursuit with kendo stick in hand. Meanwhile, Medea is back up.. Aphrodisia breaks the kendo stick over the back of Jeff Thomas, who collapses to the floor! His back welts up, as Jordan only laughs at his pain. She lifts his head off the floor and licks the side of his cheek then lets his head fall back to the floor.. Aph climbs onto the aprion, she takes a second to measure Thomas up... Kissens - She's gonna do that 450 splash on the outside? That's frickin nuts! Falcoon - I think it's gonna happen! Medea shoots herself off the ropes, bounces off then dropkicks Aphrodisia from behind, knocking her off the aprion into the guard rail! Aph doesn't move on the ground.. Medae leaps right onto the top rope and balances herself as it wobbles under her.. Springboard moonsault to the outside!! She lands perfect onto of Aph and hooks the leg.. The ref slides out and counts.. 1...2... Falcoon - Somehow Aph kicked out! None of the three are moving.. The fans cheer them all on Medea is the first to try to stand, but her chest tightens and she coughs trying to catch a breath. Aph climbs back to her feet lunges herself at Medea.. She lands on Medea's shoulders and tries to bring her down in a head scissors.. Medea flips over, but into a cartwheel landing on her feet. She kicks Aph before she can get up.. Falcoon - This is some match. Burst - You said it Gunther! Kissens - Who is Gunther? Falcoon - It's me- well, not me, but...he...never ccalls me... Ugh, I hate you. Jeff gets up to his feet and he picks up a coat rack, using it to pin Aph's neck to the ground, choking her.. She kicks and tries to free herself with her hands, but it is no use. Thomas lifts the rack, and tries to slam it down on Aph, but she catches it with her palms and holds it long enough to squeeze outta the way. Falcoon - Aph is putting up a hell of a fight for a 2 on 1! Medea tries to pull Aph up, but Aph pushes her away, Thomas swings the coat hanger from her side, but she ducks it and Thomas accidently hits Medea in the face with it! Thomas lowers it in shock.. Aph shoves it into his gut and sends him backwards into the ring post.. Aph grabs a trashcan and lays it across Medea's body, she climbs to the aprion then leaps up feet first like a spike driving the trashcan into Medea's chest. Aph plops down ontop of the trash can and the ref counts.. 1...2...3! Falcoon - WOAH! Lucky little shit! Missy Janson - Here is your winner... Aphrodisia Jordan! As Kaige and Alexis are rushing through the halls towards the exit. He face is overed by a low browed hat as she stares at the floor trying to get out without her blue face being noticed. A door to the left opens and the nurse steps out with her back to the camera... Nurse - Where do you think YOU are going? Kaige - Leaving.. Kaige says without slowing down. Nurse - Not without your drug test you aren't! Kaige - No time.. next week. Nurse - No.. Now! Mrs. Morningrod said that anyone that dodged the testing tonight would recieve a $20,000 fine. Kaige stops, Alexis tries to pull him along. Kaige - Fuck! Alright it'll only take a second. I'll meet you at the car. Alexis storms away pissed off.. Kaige - Hey.. Do you know anything that takes blue dye off the skin? Kaige enters the next room the nurse is in, he takes a seat as he hears these words.. Nurse - Take a seat and have your sleeve rolled up, I'm getting the suringe ready. As Kaige takes his seat, his back is facing where the nurse is at. She comes out with a small vial filled with liquid. She carries it with her white gloves in her right hand with a small cable wire in her left and places it down on the table beside her. Kaige doesnt know she's there yet as she comes up quickly behind him and wraps the cable wire around his throat until he is unable to breathe. Once Kaige is unconcious she uses the wire to tie both his wrists together and place them on his lap. She uses Duct tape to tape his legs togehter around the legs of the chair he is sitting in places the opened vial in his mouth carefully. As Kaige is coming too his eyes spot a message written in red lipstick on the mirror infront of him it reads: "It's time to play a game I like to call live or die.." The nurse comes back in and smiles as Kaige tries to break loose. She smiles. Nurse - You may want to think about your options before you try and break yourself free. That vial u so pleasently have in your mouth, it's filled with battery acid.. you can either spill its contents onto your lap and lose any chance you may have thought you had of getting inside a woman's pants, or you could try and scream end up drinking the lethal cocktail..the choice is yours Mother Fucker.. She leaves the room and tells the guards the same story as before. Falcoon - What the hell is going on with this crazy bitch? Burst - I bet she's giving everyone aids. Falcoon - God that's creepy! Kissens - I bet Angel is behind this! Murderer anyway! Falcoon - Before we move on.. Something happened after Power Hour: Mutiny went off the air last week and we have a recap of it!
We cut away to Power Hour: Mutiny.. In the background Missy's voice fades out into the arena full of boos... Missy Janson - Here is your winner... And STILLLLLLL WoW Champion... ALEXIS.. CAGE! The boos echo through the arena as the PA pumps out the Alexis's theme song. Alexis and Kaige quickly leave through the angry crowd, Kaige sneering at fans to keep them away from the champion. Falcoon - We've been told to keep filming ladies and gentleman so we are staying with the aftermath of this INSANITY that was a match. Kissens - How are they going to get all the blood out of the mats I'll never know. The crowd cheers as Ana kicks the cage in disgust, swearing to the heavens. She climbs out as Colton and EMT officers run down the ramp. Colton wraps his arms around Ana as the EMTs follow the pair backstage to the crowd chanting. Crowd - Ana! Ana! Ana! Kissens - The crowd is giving their appreciation to the losing effort by the contender. Brilliant I say again. Falcoon - Bullshit. That was a crock of shit. Kissens - She got out smarted. Falcoon - The belt was supposed to be IN the ring. Kissens - Blah blah blah! "Godspeed" by Anberlin shatters through the PA system as the house lights fade. Kissens - What the... The crowd jumps to it's feet, people who were leaving suddenly run back to see what's going on. The light swirl around the cage before falling dead. THEY LIED WHEN THEY SAID THE GOOD DIE
YOUNG The lights focused on the entrance fade back up as a figure steps out from the darkness into the light. It is the one and only Chase Roberts. Her eyes scan the crowd impassively as a ripped Black Phoenix mask hangs from her fingers. Suddenly the crowd begins to surge with a chant, of Chase Roberts cult hero alter ego. Crowd - PHOENIX! PHOENIX! PHOENIX! PHOENIX! Falcoon - This crowd is getting even more than their monies worth here to night. Kissens - I didn't even know she was on the boat. Did you see her? I didn't see her? Falcoon - What are you going on about? Kissens - She scares me a little. HEY HEY! Strobe lights hit her face in time with the music. Her dark brown long hair frames her face as she smiles confidently. She lifts the mask in the air. Kill yourself slowly over time, fashion
statement suicide The song slams into the chorus as Chase throws her mask to the ground in front of her, flames shooting up around her. The flames rage around her for a moment as she looks to the sky and raises her arms to the heavens. THEY LIED WHEN THEY SAID THE GOOD DIE YOUNG! The flames die down as Chase pounds her fist against her chest twice, before stepping out of the circle of flame. WOAH-OH-OH-OH Chase stands at the top of the ramp taking in the chants and cheers around her, her eyes impassive towards the fans around her. Tight black pants enclose her long legs and a simple black wife beater shows off her muscle tone and strength. THEY LIED WHEN THEY SAID THE GOOD DIE
YOUNG! Chase walks up to the cage then looks towards the camera man next to her. Her hands suddenly rip the camera out of his hands with one hand while the other grabs him by the shirt and throws him at the cage. He staggers slightly then finds himself being effortlessly but roughly pushed half way up the cage by the woman below him. He scrambles up the cage, barely catching the camera that gets thrown up behind him. Falcoon - What the hell is she doing. Kissens - Making a statement. Falcoon - When did you join her fan club? Kissens - Shut up. Chase climbs the cage in the blink of an eye as her music fades. She walks over the top looking at the carnage that used to be the announcers with a smirk. The crowd continues to chant as Chase clicks her fingers down to Missy. Crowd - Phoenix! Phoenix! The mic is thrown without hesitation. Chase catches the mic and swivels on her feet, her voice snapping through the PA and stopping the crowd dead. Chase - Shut up you morons, the Phoenix is dead. Chase leans over the side of the cage staring a little kid wearing a beating and wore Black Phoenix t-shirt. Chase - Dead. The little kid's eyes start to well up as Chase smirks at his tears. Chase - Dead. Dead. Dead. The crowd begins to boo as Chase walks over the hole in the cage. Her fingers reach down and slide through the blood there. She rubs the blood between her fingers as if analyzing it. She turns back to the camera and smirks again. Chase - My name is Chase Roberts, daughter of legendary Jason Roberts, great-grand daughter of Evan Roberts. My pedigree is perfect. Time ticks away for the pretty little fools who danced like bloody puppets for your pleasure. Because nine stages of hell is nothing compared to ten minutes with me. Chase stares out of the crowd, the chants now splitting into competing chants and louder boos. She seems to be amused by the reaction as hardcore Chase Roberts/Black Phoenix fans chant desperately again the overwhelming boos. Chase - BUT! Her amusement turns a soft smile. Chase - I am giving person. You people seem to like seeing my little opponents cry and fight each other like this is bloody days of our lives. Chase's voice going annoyingly high pitched in an almost perfect meld of both Ana and Alexis. Chase - Oh god I hate you! My boyfriend thinks your boyfriend is stupid. Oh no! Your boyfriend hit me! Oh save me! I can't win a match on my own. I have to cheat to win. I'm crazy. No I'm crazier. No I am. Blah! Blah! blah! The crowd laughs as Chase throws her arms in the air in annoyance. Chase - Then the little punk that I crushed Meada joins the fray as if that has ANY significance to ANYTHING. Chase laughs again. Chase - So for you, the fans. The people who have to sit through this inane demented fairy tale, I give you this. Something a little bit different, something a little bit left of the centre. Chase pauses and smirks into the camera. Chase - I declare myself a free agent. A one woman army for hire, I will turn the tide and destroy those you hate.... For a price. The crowd explodes chanting for one faction or the other as the smirk never leaves Chase's face. Kissens - Holy crap! Falcoon - The destructive force that is Chase Roberts is now on the market! Chase stares into the camera again as if she talking directly to her opponents. Chase - And I don't need your money. This deal will cost everyone more than you will ever know. Bidding starts at addiction.
Falcoon - Our newest WoW talent, Chase Roberts is up for hire! Kissens - If you like selling your soul! Theres something so wicked about this chick that I don't even like her! Missy Janson - The next match is scheduled for a one fall, coming to the ring first, Colton Hurst! Standing on top of the ramp, Colton Hurst stands there looking over the crowd and the ring. Colton walks down the ramp and slides into the ring. He stands up and walks over the corner. Leaning against the ropes he waits for the match to start. Missy Janson - And his opponent...Chase Roberts! CHASE ROBERTS "The Phoenix is gone and only I remain" "Godspeed" by Anberlin shatters through the PA system as the house lights fade. THEY LIED WHEN THEY SAID THE GOOD DIE YOUNG Burning down bridges now (scatter the
ashes) The lights focused on the entrance fade back up as a figure steps out from the darkness into the light. It is the one and only Chase Roberts. Her eyes scan the crowd impassively as a ripped Black Phoenix mask hangs from her fingers. HEY HEY! Strobe lights hit her face in time with the music. Her dark brown long hair frames her face as she smiles confidently. She lifts the mask in the air. Kill yourself slowly over time, fashion
statement suicide The song slams into the chorus as Chase throws her mask to the ground in front of her, flames shooting up around her. The flames rage around her for a moment as she looks to the sky and raises her arms to the heavens. THEY LIED WHEN THEY SAID THE GOOD DIE YOUNG! The flames die down as Chase pounds her fist against her chest twice, before stepping out of the circle of flame. WOAH-OH-OH-OH Chase starts towards the ring, her eyes focused on her opponent and ignoring fans around her. Tight black pants enclose her long legs and a simple black wife beater shows off her muscle tone and strength. THEY LIED WHEN THEY SAID THE GOOD DIE
YOUNG! As she reaches the ring a sardonic smile appears on her face as she points to her eyes then at her opponent. She slides into the ring like a predatory and sits on the turnbuckle with a look of complete disgust on her face for her opponent. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Chase just stares at Hurst who gets flustered and runs blindly at Roberts, she leap frogs him and slaps him in the back of the head. Colton turns, with a pissed off look on his face. He runs at her again, but this time he is taken down by a drop toe hold. Chase hops on the back of Colton, slapping him on the back and sides of his head, humiliating him in the ring. She backs up as Colton gets up a little slower this time. He circles the ring, looking for an advantage. Hurst and Roberts look to tie up, but Chase ducks under and rolls Hurst up with a school boy...1...2.. kickout by Hurst! Kissens - Almost had a quick winner! At this time, Anastasia comes down to the ring. Burst - What is she doing here! Falcoon - I have no clue! Roberts hops to her feet, as does Colton and this time he spears Chase down to the mat, where he starts to pound away at her with all his aggression. The referee pulls him off of her, but he breaks free and grabs her by her hair. He lifts her to her feet, where he lifts her up for a sidewalk slam. He slams her down hard to the mat. He puts his foot on her chest, with a cocky smile on his face..1...2... kickout by Chase. Burst - Hurst is gonna have to be a little more sserious if he plans to win this match. He pulls her up by her hair, and hooks her up for a suplex. In a show of strength he holds her vertical in the air for many seconds, letting the blood rush to the head of Roberts. After ten seconds go by, Roberts reverses, landing on her feet and pushes Colton face first into the turnbuckle. Roberts is on unsteady feet as the blood rushes back to her body. Falcoon - I can't believe she did that! Colton gets back up to his feet and he goes for a big boot, but Chase grabs his leg and nails a dragon screw. She stands right up, pulling Hurst up again as she continues to hold his knee. She nails another dragon screw, and goes right into a single leg crab. Burst - Spiral Destruction!! It's gonna be over! Colton taps quickly as the referee calls for the bell. Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Chase Roberts! Chase doesn't let go of the hold, as the referee tries to pry her off. Colton screams in pain. The referee starts a five count...1...2...3...4...She drops him harshly at 4 with an innocent look for the referee. As soon as the referee is finished raising her hand she gets in Colton's face on the ground before rolling out of the ring and smiling at Ana. While she backs up the ramp, she indicates to a non-existant watch that Ana's time is running out. Falcoon - Impressive win, but what a sour way to goo out! We slide out of the arena to a shot of the outside of East Phoenix Medical Center. We fade into a wheel chair being pushed past a line of people and into an elevator. The camera crew follows them in and the door shuts. We get a clear view of OWF owner Scott "Diamond" Kidd. Prez DK - Where are you taking me? Male Nurse - Getting you outta ICU sir. You have been label stable condition now but you have to remain here for a couple of days for observation just incase you have another clot. Prez DK - I see.. This better be a nice room. With a view! Male Nurse - Acctually we are so packed right now, that we couldn't give you your own room. Prez DK - What!? Do you know who I am? Male Nurse - Yes I do sir. I watch your show's every Monday! Ding! The elevator opens and DK is wheeled out. They turn to the first room on the left and the nurse drops his chart in the box. Prez DK - Then you can get me my own room? Male Nurse - I can't. It's first come first serve on the single rooms. But the one we have for you is nice, its seperated by a curtain so it's like your own room. Prez DK - This fuckin place.... The nurse helps DK up and he plops down on the bed, barely able to stand for the 3 seconds that he did. Prez DK - I wanted to be next to the window. Male Nurse - Maybe you can convince your roommate. Prez DK - Ugh! Fuck it.. I don't care. DK gets comfortable then looks up at the television that both men have to share... A mexican soap opera is on. Prez DK - Hey buddy.. Can you change this shit?.. Kinda annoying. It's jibberish! DK waits for the tv to turn but nothing happens. Not even a reply. Prez DK - Hey guy! Still nothing... Prez DK - HEY! Are you asleep or something? WAKE UPPP! The volume suddenly turns up on the television set. Prez DK - Alright asshole! You asked for it.. DK reaches over and rips the curtain next to him back.. He face turns white and his eyes nearly explode in his head.... Prez DK - YOUUUU!!!!! The camera's turn slightly to reveal Jesse Williams in the hospital bed next to him. The cheer from the arena are defening as Jesse smiles then laughs. Jesse - Hiya DiK! Prez DK - What the fucK! No! No! NURRRSSEEEE! Jesse - Relax! Me and you are roomies now! Jesse laughters fades as does the picture and we return to the arena. Falcoon - Oh! HO HO!... Noooooo.... Burst - Who the hell was that Mexican? Kissens - That was Jesse Williams dumb shit! Burst - I thought he was dead!? Falcoon - God I tried to tell you! Burst - Ahhaaa! That's fuckin' hilarious then! A camera is shown backstage and shows security knocking on Caine's door. The song starts as the arena goes black. Burst - I think someone is about to get a visit from security! Falcoon - What? Wait.. This can't be right! James Caine quit! Kissens - This looks like his intro to me! Falcoon - I guess he's technically employeed till the end of the night. PA System - I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand. My image is of agony, my servants rape the land The fans suddenly break out in a "SELL-OUT!! SELL-OUT!! SELL-OUT!!" chant. Kissens - Everyone in the arena is chanting that crap. But let me ask you this.. Nick if someone offered you a lifetime supply of scotch to go to another promotion.. Would you go? Burst - That's a hard one... Falcoon - Nick come on! Burst - Mayyybe.... Kissens - See! The lockerroom door opens slowly.. The fans instantly stop the chant and laughter floats through the arena as James Dunn steps out with a top hat on and the LillyAss title around his waist! Burst - I shoulda known.... That fuckin' guy is nuts. Kissens - The Next American Caine! We cut back to the arena and suddenly the theme music changes... PA System - I AM A REAL AMERICAN...DUNN...FIGHT FOR THE RIGHTS OF EVERY MAN...DUNN...I AM A REAL AMERICAN...DUNN...FIGHT FOR WHAT'S RIGHT, FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE! The ever famous "I am a Real American" starts up, as the guitar chords echo throughout the arena. The fans jump up to their feet as they look to the stage. Suddenly, red and yellow lights start flashing in every which direction. From the back, we see James Dunn strut out. He has a red and yellow feather boa around his neck, wearing the classing yellow spandex tights, red boots. He has his mustache bleached extremely blonde, while his beard is the same color it was before. He wears a yellow bandana, that in red has the word "Dunnamania" duct taped across it. PA System - When it comes crashing down and it hurts inside.. DUNN, DUNN, DUNN, DUNN; DUNN-DUNN-DUNN-DUNN PA System - You gotta take a stand, it don't hurt to hide.. DUNN, DUNN, DUNN, DUNN; DUNN-DUNN-DUNN-DUNN PA System - If you hurt my friends, then you hurt my pride. I gotta take a stand, I can't let it sliiiiide! He holds the LillyAss Title like its a guitar, strumming it as he continues to strut down the ramp. The fans are going ape shit. Red and yellow confetti drop from the ceiling, as he slowly makes his way down the aisle. He keeps his eyes locked on his opponent as Dunn climbs up the steel stairs. He gets into the ring and he immediately walks to the ropes closest to the camera. He waves his arm around in a circle, then puts it to his ear as the fans cheer on that side of the ring. He points to them, giving them a thumbs up as he moves to the side of the ring to his left. He does the same thing there, giving the fans another thumbs up. Missy Janson - The following contest is a first to pin Draco match! Introducing first.. From Springfield, Kentucky... James Dunn! Dunn points to the next side of the ring, winding his arm up again as he puts it to his ear again and the fans again cheer him loudly. He goes to do it to the fourth, and final side of the ring. Missy Janson - Introducing next.. From Florida... Cokekid! His music hits but Cokekid doesn't show up to the ring. Falcoon - One less problem for Draco! Burst - Yeah since his partner DITCHED him tonight! "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 - The final member of this team... 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. Falcoon - This is so unfair! Burst - Pfft.. Shut your trap. The lights in the arena are turned up. Turning into bright whites spots leaving the audience blinded. The lights surrounding the entranceway are doing the same, but instead of bright white they are an intense red shade. The screen comes to life with static as the PA system plays a low hum, almost like a feedback noise. The noise continues on and on. Finally, the screen flickers to life. A solid black screen with one word. The word looks to be written in puddles of blood. ...Suffer... A high pitched distorted guitar starts to play over the low hum. Playing droning notes. Again and again. Soon a bass and drums join in. All heavy, but the high pitched distorted guitar still playing over them all. The top of the screen shows blood starting to rain down the screen. Soon it covers the lettering and the whole screen is a blood red screen. Your words are a scalpel The image of blood still remains. Something seems to be coming closer from underneath the blood. Rising to the surface. An image of OWF's own Draco holding a title above his head. His body bloodied and broken. It is the Network Title. Another clip shows Draco in much the same bloodied state holding the OWF World Title. The music starts to get harder as the two images start to flicker to life. The videos are grainy and look as if you are peering at them through a thin layer of blood. Missy Janson - Making his way to the right.. He is one half of the OWF Tag Team Champions.... Draco!! SUFFER!
As the last two words are screamed through the PA a series of explosions rip from either side of the stage in a synchronized motion to the center in front of the entrance way. The explosions slowly getting bigger until the last. A figure is seen in the middle of the entrance as the explosion erupts. The man has his head down and his arms out hanging at his side. Thick clouds of smoke from the pyrotechnics hang in the air as the heavy rock music continues. Broken as I seem to be The smoke starts to clear and Draco is seen standing there with his head still down. The ash and soot covering his shoulders and face. He looks up towards the ring showing his icy blue eyes. His wrists taped as they normally are. His scarred chest is somewhat hard to look at, but his eyes remain focus. He starts to walk toward the ring with no showmanship, no act, nothing, but a mission in his head...to make his opponent suffer. ...suffer... A low whisper is heard through the rock music. Draco stands in front of the ring just staring at it. He slides into the ring as the PA sends a low roar, almost demonic speaking that one word. SUFFER! Draco stands in the ring as the lights start to fade back down to their normal non-blinding state. Draco stands there still half covered in the soot and char from the explosions of his entrance. The music slowly dies off as Draco stands ready for the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Dunn runs at Draco full speed, Draco delivers a massive clothesline that spins Dunn completely around! Dunn scurries away on his stomach, sliding out the ring he heads up the ramp and towards the back. Falcoon - Dunn's outta here! Kissens - It's STILL a two on one! Draco turns and swings a backhand, catching Seraph in the face. Seraph picks him up from behind and atomic drops him! Draco dances around because of the tingling pain on his tailbone.. Trent Steel lunges and knocks him over with a larriat. Seraph rushes over and pins him... 1.. Draco kicks out, Trent waits for Seraph to stand then shoves him into the ropes. The two begin to scream at each other. Falcoon - I knew this wouldn't work! Too many ego's! Draco stands and watches a moment as Seraph and Trent argue back and forth.. Draco runs towards them, trying to take them off guard! He leaps into the air but Seraph and Trent both grab him and hip toss him to the mat. Trent leans down and picks Draco up.. He whips Draco into the ropes.. Seraph is yelling at Trent, Draco slings off the rope and grabs Seraph from behind while in motion... Reverse russian leg sweep! Seraph is planted into the mat! Draco leaps back up and Trent ducks out of the ring. Falcoon - Coward! Kissens - Hey Trent! Hey! Trrreennnntt!! Falcoon - What... What are you doing? Trent turns his attention to Jackie. Kissens - Guess what Falcoon just called you!? Falcoon - HEY! Burst - Not cool.. Trent heads towards the commentary table with his back turned to the ring.. Draco launches himself over the top rope and tackles Trent into the commentary table! A muffled noise can be heard as the commentators drop their head sets and back away from the fight. Seraph is up, he notices the fight then slides outside of the ring.. He treads over to where it's happening and clubs Draco in the back with a forearm! Draco turns and instantly dives ontop of Seraph knocking him over! Draco lays fists into Seraph's skull! Seraph tries to push him away.. Trent just watches it happen, letting Draco take a piece of Seraph! Falcoon - He's not even gonna help his partner! Burst - They aren't partners idiot! This is pretty much every man for himself! Kissens - You're right.. It is. I think both these men would like Network title shots. Draco has Seraph's blood on his fist, he wipes it on his pants as he stands back up. He turns around and bumps right into Trent. Trent begins to trash talk but suddenly Draco strikes him in the head with a right hand! Falcoon - No room for trash talking tonight!! Trent begins to strike back but Draco maintains the upper hand by headbutting Trent in the nose. Trent tries to shake it off as blood drips down onto his chest. Draco grabs Trent and t-bone suplexs him! Draco turns his attention back to Seraph, Draco runs leaps right onto the aprion then tries for a tornado DDT! But he's stuck with his feet in the air because he can't bring Seraph down in the move. Seraph turns with Draco's arm still wrapped around his neck and runs him back first into the ring post! Falcoon - Draco was whipping some ass before that! Kissens - Numbers will ALWAYS catch up with you, it might take a while.. but they will. Burst - Draco is against two of the best. These guys are OWF franchises! Seraph releases Draco against the ring post.. He swings hard but Draco ducks it and you can hear Seraph's fist collide with the ring post! Falcoon - AHOOOOO!!! OWWW! Seraph bends over and shakes his hand in pain as Draco rushes forward driving his knee into the side of Seraph's head! Seraph stumbles around and Draco runs back towards him.. Seraph catches Draco in mid air and takes two steps forward with him.. Spinebuster into the commentary table!! Falcoon - Why does this happen EVERY night!? Kissens - We're losing transmi..... The static that interupts the commentators is shut off and we are left with only a match with no commentary. The fans boo as Seraph flips Draco off before pinning him... 1...2.... at the last second Trent pulls Seraph off Draco. Seraph stands up screaming at Trent.. As fast as lightning Trent brings his foot up and kicks Seraph in the head! Trent punches him in the chest then lifts him onto his shoulders.. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Trent is just about to knock out his partner... Trent turns his body with Seraph still up in the fireman's carry... Draco lands a superkick from out of no where on Trent! Trent falls over landing on Seraph! Draco falls ontop of them.. 1...2...3! Missy Janson - Here is your winner... DRACO!! Falcoon - Holy shit! Draco did it again! Kissens - Even better... We're back on the air again! Falcoon - What a huge win for Draco tonight! Burst - Can we go now? We cut backstage where Trent Steel is walking towards his dressing room after the match. The nurse calls from inside a room with the door open. Nurse - Come on Trent.. Your turn. You are the only one left for this test. Trent Steel - Test? I didn't hear anyone mention a test tonight. He slowly staggers into the room. The lights flicks as he takes a seat. The room lights dim real low barely lit as the bulbs seem to be burning out. Trent Steel - This arena is a dump! The lights are barely staying on. I feel like I am wrestling in a fuckin' bingo hall! I hope you can see.. Don't fuckin miss! After that Comment the Nurse comes out with a signature razorwire wrapped baseball bat.. She walks up behind an unsuspecting Trent Steel and says.. Nurse - Oh I can see just fine You Flithy Cock Sucker! WHAM! She plants the bat straight across Trent's face just as he turns around. She continues to smash that bat into his face and head until there is nothing left but a bloody mess. A piece of the wire sticks to the side of Trent's cheek and rips through the flesh. The lights become bright as you see Anastasia walk through the door smiling as she looks to Trent. Anastasia - How's the big tough guy now? How does it feel to be beaten by a little girl? Ana spits in Trent's face and she begins to walk away as the Nurse's face can be seen as the last reigning NEWA's Regional Champion, Vanity! Vanity - You made this business, But I'm making it PERSONAL, BITCH! She laughs in Steel's face.. Vanity - It's MY business now! The OWF logo spins and we fade to black. |
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