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The cameras kick on to the SOLD OUT Namihaya Dome in Osaka, Japan. The fans are chanting "O-W-F! O-W-F!", all standing on their feet. In a departure from the usual beginning of Addiction, there is no opening music or video. The camera is directly on the center of the ring, occasionally cutting to the Japanes fans who are going beserk. In the middle of the ring, stands Missy Janson and a older japanese man, both holding a microphone. The fans quiet down eventually, atleast low enough for Missy to be heard. The translator holds his microphone up to his mouth as she speaks. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Presidents of the Outsider Wrestling Federation -- President Diamond Kid and President Chase Johnson! The japanese man finishes the translation, and as soon as he does "Brainstew" by Green Day hits the PA System. Burst - Gabriel, say something. Falcoon - What's the matter, Nick? Burst - 'Nam flashbacks. Falcoon - We're in Japan! Nick pauses. Burst - Ahhhh, pearl harbor flashbacks! I don't know if I can go on! Kissens - Oh please! President DK and President CJ walk out from the back. The japanese fans get to their feet and cheer the two men. Both of them are wearing black suits. DK is wearing a lime green tie and CJ is wearing an orange tie. They both quickly make it to the ring, getting in as Missy and the translator exit. The japanese fans can be heard chanting "Thank you! Thank you!" in english. CJ calls for the music to cut as the fans slowly die down. Both DK and CJ pull microphones from inside their suit jackets, as the translator stands on the outside waiting to translate. Prez DK - Domo Origato! Prez CJ - Mr. Roboto? The fans take a second, and then laugh. Prez DK - Aaaanyways. We've finally made it to Japan. We're glad to be here, and glad you are all here. But, we have some business to attend to. Prez CJ - As some of you know, Jesse Williams is in Japan right now. The fans cheer at the mention of Williams, even a few seconds before the full translation. Prez DK - But, he isn't here with the OWF. He is signing a three-match deal with Pro-Wrestling NOAH. Prez CJ - Bottom line is, Jesse Williams is... CJ looks at DK, who nods. Prez CJ - Not coming back. The fans take a few seconds before booing CJ. Prez CJ - If you're pissed about that, you're gonna hate what DK has to tell you next! Prez DK - We promised a big announcement, and we have one. See, we need to trim the fat around here. Make room for the true stars. The new breed, if you've been reading the internet sites. Prez CJ - As of 12:01 Central Standard Time Today, Piter Svoboda, Chris Green and Greg Jackson have all been terminated as well! Falcoon - This is..this is a massacre! Burst - Haha! YES! Kissens - Why are they doing this? Prez DK - That's just the way the machine works. Prez CJ - Oh yeah, a little bit of plan change for ya fans. Instead of Angel getting his rematch at Cold Black Day, Alexis Cage will be defending against Seraph. The fans cheer immediately. Burst - These guys just don't quit! Prez DK - Enjoy your night. "The New Black" hits up, and both men head to the back. Falcoon - Fans, in a span of 24-hours we have seen the release of Jesse Williams, Piter Svoboda, Chris Green and Greg Jackson! Burst - Williams is gone! YAHOO! Kissens - Ugh. Burst - Party at my dojo tonight! Falcoon - I hate you. We have a huge night ahead of you. We have a Tag Team Tournament, a Tag Title Match...and then a Tag Title Ladder Match between the winners of the Tournament and the Tag Title Match! Kissens - Whoaaa, back up! Burst - I understood! The teams have already been picked, and we're ready for our first match of the tournament! Missy Janson - The first match of the night is the first match of the first round of the Tag Team Tournament, introducing first the team of Mike Van Pelt and James Dunn -- Pin Me, Pay Me! Burst - And this is random? PA System - M...V...P! An explosion rocks the stage as the initals echo in your ear. 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! "Superhuman" by Velvet Revolver plays as Mike Van Pelt and James Dunn step out together from the back. They recieve the normal dull reaction but a few followers hold up signs around the arena that read "The Original Job Squad" and "Pin Me Pay Me". James Dunn flicks his cigeratte into the crowd before sliding into the ring. Falcoon - Do you give MVP and Dunn an advantage for teaming together before? Burst - No. Missy Janson - And their opponents, the team of Aphrodisia Jordan and Dude JoB... Falcoon - Oh come on! Missy Janson - Freaks Off The Leash! The lights go out. A rumble of thunder begins to echo across the arena. A low clicking takes over as the wind seems to pick up. The OWFTron is filled with static though a thin, red line crosses along the middle and the static begins to fade. The sound of a radio cracking makes the audience recoil. Screams, begging for mercy pour from the speakers. The red line begins to move with the voices that sound over the screams. Police have identified more victims and
plan on more than just the four other charges filed to
today. A slow, razzmatazz beat begins, each strike on the snare drum bringing the house lights up to the halfway point. The guitar speaks, the piano echoes, as Rob Zombie's "House Of 1000 Corpses"? begins. A purple spotlight illuminated the left side of the stage as smoke billows forward. A silhouette begins to rise from beneath the stage through the smoke, hands above her head, completely motionless. She had a corpse under her bed. The purple spotlight flicks into white, revealing the visage of Aphrodisia Jordan, clad in black leather pants, her Jolly Roger belt and a black corset. A cigarette hangs from her full, pierced lips. Her hands move until they're folded behind her head, her hips moving in rhythm to the music, swaying from side-to-side like a burlesque dancer. This is the house. Two feet to Aphrodisia's right, a red spotlight appears. More smoke billows forth as another figure begins to rise from under the stage. I cut the flesh, Like before, the red spotlight turns red, revealing Dude Job. His black jeans and tight, black t-shirt revealed his sculpted muscles. His hands were at his sides, standing straight as a board. He glanced over to Aphrodisia from behind his sunglasses, and she smirked back at him, exhaling a lungful of smoke towards the arena ceiling. This is the house. In unison, the two members of Freaks Off The Leash head down the ramp. Where DJ is rigid and composed, Aphrodisia is moving to the low, bassy rhythm. She winked briefly at DJ before taking off on a run and sliding under the bottom rope into the ring. She pushes herself to her feet, just in time for DJ to jump onto the apron and step into the ring between the second and third rope. Now you're lying Dude Job barely cracks a smile to Aphrodisia who has pulled herself up to sit on the top turnbuckle of their corner. He moves towards her, leaning on the ropes as well. The two begin to murmur to themselves as the music dies out, the screams returning though a heavy heartbeat echoes over the bloodcurdling yelps. Kissens - Dunn and MVP my pride themselves on being the job squad of the OWF but there is no way I would want to be in their shoes tonight. Burst – Oh they are going to die, painfully and fast. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The bell rings while Dude and Dunn stay in the ring. Dunn pauses for a moment before running the ropes and charging at Dude. Dude calmly sidesteps Dunn and slams a knee into his gut. Dunn is winded and struggles to breathe while Dude manhandles him. Falcoon – And this is going how we expected. Dude hammers Dunn over and over again with a hard fist to the face. His eyes are intense as he pummels Dunn. Suddenly he picks up Dunn in an overhead press before throwing him at his partner MVP. Falcoon – Dunn and MVP to the floor! The ref counts that as an official tag! Dude Job smiles and tags Aphrodisia in. He slides out of the ring and hurls Dunn into a guard rail before rolling MVP into Aphrodisia. Before MVP can stand he is attacked with brutal strikes to the head. Burst – The carnage! The carnage! Dude Job suddenly hits Dunn with Fatal Fury. Dunn falls to the ground semi-unconscious while in the ring Aphrodisia is setting up the French Kiss. Kissens – Thanks for coming Dunn and MVP but me thinks the end is near. Aphrodisia climbs to the top rope and launches. Falcoon – THE FRENCH KISS! OH MY GOD! MVP is not moving! Aphrodisia makes the pin.. 1…. 2… 3…. Missy Janson - Here are your winners and advancers to the tournament finals.... Aphrodisia Jordan and Dude Job! Falcoon - Lets see who they'll face! Burst - I hate tag matches. Falcoon - Coming up next Chase Roberts makes her announcement of which title and champion she wishes to challenge. Kissens - Earnt from demolishing Colton Hurst and Medea Jane at Drift and Die. Burst - Medea's new shiny title doesn't look very safe at the moment. Falcoon - Will Chase Roberts make the charge for the WOW title? Find out next! 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. Chase saunters out with a sadistic smile on her face. HEY HEY! Burst - Man she's a backstabbing bitch! Falcoon - She says it's just business. Burst - Of being a bitch. Strobe lights hit her face in time with the music. She spins a mic in her hand as she makes her way down the ring, ignoring the boos and the abuse hurled her way. She smile only seems to grow. Kill yourself slowly over time, fashion
statement suicide Chase does a neat flip up to the apron then swings herself through the ropes. Flames on the stage fire in time with the music as Chase slowly moves around the ring. She is strangely wearing sunglasses inside. THEY LIED WHEN THEY SAID THE GOOD DIE YOUNG! The music cuts as Chase moves the glasses to the top of her head. Smiling to herself again before bringing the mic up to her lips. Chase Roberts - At Drift and Die I said would happen, did happen. Didn't matter that Colton his fuck friend teamed up on little ol' me, I walked out victorious. I would show you people video of when I crushed little Medea Jane's head with chair and pinned her, but I wouldn't want to undermine the value of the WOW any further. The crowd boos getting behind fan favourite Medea but Chase just laughs some more. Chase Roberts - So you think I would do the community spirited thing and use my choice of a title shot to rescue the symbol of women's wrestling from the clutches of woman who could turn it into the next lilly ass belt. The crowd continues to boo Chase as she rolls her eyes. Chase Roberts - You would be wrong. I don't want any of them. I don't want Aphrodisia, I don't want Seraph and I'm sure as hell not beating the hell out of James Dunn, it's not even fun anymore. Chase Roberts - I want someone better. I want someone who carved a trail of violence through this federation, someone whose name strikes fear into the heart of their opponents. I want someone worthy of me. Chase pauses and slides her sunglasses down over her eyes. Chase Roberts - The sun has set on the era of Angel, and now as the darkness settles there is only one I wish to face. I want the monster that hides in waiting. Chase turns to the entrance way and points as if turning to a guiding light. Chase Roberts - I want ECLIPSE! The crowd explodes at the mention of the OWF legends name. Chase's eyes darken with malice. Chase Roberts - And I want her in a cell. No escape, no interference. The crowd chant's out "ECLIPSE IS GOING TO KILL YOU! ECLIPSE IS GOING TO KILL YOU!" Falcoon - Chase Roberts has a death wish! Kissens - It looks like she wants to take on the nastiest dog in the whole OWF. Missy Janson - The next match is another first round match in the Tag Team Tournament, coming to the ring first, "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 makes his way from the back amidst the jeering boos from the crowd. He 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. He smugly looks at the crowd as he leans back in his corner to begin the match. Missy Janson - And his partner...Already in the ring.. .Chase Roberts! The chant of "ECLIPSE IS GOING TO KILL YOU! ECLIPSE IS GOING TO KILL YOU!" continues upon hearing he name. Missy Janson - And their opponents, the team of Colton Hurst and AnaStasia; CHAOTIC! The arena goes dim, only a red strobe light flickers towards the entrance. The chords to "The Fragile" begin. "She shines A downpour of single-stemmed red roses begins from the rafters covering the entire arena. "fragile Anastasia and Colton emerge slowly from the curtain and start walking to the ring. she reads the minds of all the people as
they pass her by Anastasia steps onto the apron with a rose between her teeth, she stands gazing blankly to the crowd as Colton slides in right after her. We'll find the perfect place to go where
we can run and hide Taking the rose into her hand, Anastasia places the flower to her ebony colored lips kisses each peddle. it's something I have to do Anastasia tosses the rose into the crowd and talks to Colton, waiting for the match to start. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Chase and Ana start the match. Chase looks over her shoulder at her partner, before she shakes her head and turns back to Ana. They tie up and Chase easily gets the upper hand and tosses Ana into the ropes. Ana slings off and Chase catches her in a snap belly to belly suplex. Ana hits the mat then quickly retreats to her corner. She tags in Colton.. Jeff extends his hand for the tag but Chase just smirks at him. Falcoon - Chase wants to do this on her own! Kissens - Chase is a very powerful woman. Watch her man handle Colton! Colton runs in for a clothesline, Chase ducks it and turns quickly, hooking Colton in a full nelson. Colton backs up quickly and smashes Chase into the turnbuckle. Colton pins Chase against the turnbuckles. He reaches up and tags in Ana.. Ana grabs the top rope and sling shot drop kicks Chase in the corner! Ana tags Colton back in quickly.. Colton grabs Chase and lifts her up to the second turnbuckle. He steps up with her.. The two instantly pull each other to the top turnbuckle... Colton tries for a vertical suplex on the top... Falcoon - This won't be pretty! Chase instantly counters and they twirl in the air before she plants Colton head first with a tornado DDT from the top rope! Jeff holds his arm over the ropes.. looking for a tag. Chase covers.. 1...2... Kickout! Falcoon - Here comes... Someone. Who is that? At the top of the ramp a figure emerges wearing a dark hooded jacket. The figure makes it's way down to ring. It stops on Ana and Colton's side of the ring. Ana stares at the person with the hidden face, as she does she feels a quick slap on the arm. Kissens - She can't even pay attention to her match! Burst - That better not fuckin' be Eclipse! Chase grabs Ana by the throat and tries to pull her over the top rope into the ring. Ana pushes Chase back then vaults herself over the top rope, she lands on the mat and drives an elbow into Chase's head. Ana then kicks her in the gut then shoots herself off the ropes, she leaps up and over and pulls Chase into a sunset flip.. 1...2... Chase makes it out of the pin. Chase rolls out of the pin and tries for a clothesline, but Ana falls onto her back before Chase can connect. Burst - I believe I'd do both of the chicks in the ring. Yup I would. I'd nail em. Ana leaps up and kicks Chase in the back of the neck then leaps into the air.. A standing Senton bomb! Ana rolls her over.. 1...2... Jeff Thomas reaches between the ropes and slaps his partner in the forehead. The ref sees the tag and breaks the pin. Falcoon - He had to forcefully tag himself in! Jeff Thomas crawls into the ring. He scoops up Ana and throws her into the ropes.. She catches herself on against them then rushes to her corner and tags in Colton. Colton darts through the ropes, he attempts a spear but Thomas side steps him. Thomas grabs Ana by the head and tosses her over the top rope! Kissens - Ana's in trouble now. She's next to the crazy goth like person in the hoodie. Ana grips her elbow in pain then looks up to see the hooded person standing over her. She shrieks as she feels the person's hands around her neck. The ref calls out his warning.. Falcoon - Hey! Chase just stole Bo's ring bell! Uncle Bo - Yoooo! Dat's not yers! Burst - Hahaahha! Meanwhile Colton shoots a right hand at Jeff.. From behind Chase climbs in the ring with the bell.. Falcoon - Ref! Do your job! The ref isn't paying attention! Chase nails Colton with the ring bell. She turns to her partner Jeff and shrugs... Jeff drops to one knee to go for a pin... Chase smacks Jeff in the head with the ring bell! Falcoon - She just hit her own partner! Burst - And she's about to win! That was genius! Chase tosses the bell over the ropes.. The ref turns and Chase gives him the clean tag signal. The ref nods in approval and Chase pins Thomas.. 1...2...3! Missy Janson - Here are your winners and advancers to the tournament finals.... Chase Roberts and Jeff Thomas! Falcoon - They advance.. But I mean.. Come on! How are they gonna make it in the next match? The camera's cut back to Ana who is being hosited neck first against the guard rail. Kissens - Choke the bitch! The person finally tears back the hood to reveal herself as Vanity! Burst - She scares me! Hot... But crazy. Falcoon - You just described all the chicks in the OWF! Vanity lifts her up with raw power and puts her into a fireman's carry..... Death Valley Driver onto the guard rail! Ana's lifeless and now bloody body lays broken on the ground. Burst - What the hell was that about? That's a little much don't you think? Falcoon - I think she broke her windpipe.. MEDIC! Get the EMT's out here! Kissens - Holy crap! She's coughing up blood! The medical staff rushes down the ramp and we cut backstage.... The camera is zoomed in on a black shirt. The white letters on the shirt read, 'OWF, Where zeros are treated like heroes.' The camera slowly pans out revealing Draco to be the proud wearing of the shirt. He is standing there with a wide smirk on his face. The fans are going ballistic as they see him on the giant screen. Draco - Oh...hello there, Japan. Cue a cheap pop from the Oriental fans of the OWF. Draco nods savoring it all. He has a microphone and as he brings it towards his mouth the fans go silent. Draco - So it seems OWF is all in a fit about my little rumor. So I decided to make it nice and clear for everyone. I am issuing a-- The feed is interrupted by static and it goes split screen. Draco's side seems to be muted. Prez DK is on the other side of the screen sitting in his office. Prez DK - Woah, who owns the place? Last time I checked it was me. I make the matches. I give the title opportunities to who I see fit. Draco is on his side yawning and tapping his wrist looking at his invisible watch. They are all the rave in Japan. DK doesn't seem amused. Prez DK - Yeah, laugh it up there, Draco. Remember who runs this place. Draco tries to speak, but is still muted. He instead shakes his head and stands there twirling the microphone in his hand. Prez DK - So you are going to participate in the matches I want you to compete in. End of story. You will get the title shots I want you to get. End of story. Anything else? Draco shakes his head no and rolls his eyes. Prez DK's side disappears. Draco goes to talk, but is still muted. Draco grabs a magic marker from a random employee and starts to write on the wall. Draco throws the marker down and exits the view. Draco - Keep the PPV card open, DiK. I will be fighting for MY belt! Next week it will be official. The camera stays focused on the writing as the fans cheer on for Draco's cryptic challenge. The feed slowly fades away. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for the Tag tournament finals it will have PDA rules! Introducing first.. The team of Aphrodisia Jordan and Dude Job! The lights go out. A rumble of thunder begins to echo across the arena. A low clicking takes over as the wind seems to pick up. The OWFTron is filled with static though a thin, red line crosses along the middle and the static begins to fade. The sound of a radio cracking makes the audience recoil. Screams, begging for mercy pour from the speakers. The red line begins to move with the voices that sound over the screams. Police have identified more victims and
plan on more than just the four other charges filed to
today. A slow, razzmatazz beat begins, each strike on the snare drum bringing the house lights up to the halfway point. The guitar speaks, the piano echoes, as Rob Zombie's "House Of 1000 Corpses" begins. A purple spotlight illuminated the left side of the stage as smoke billows forward. A silhouette begins to rise from beneath the stage through the smoke, hands above her head, completely motionless. She had a corpse under her bed. The purple spotlight flicks into white, revealing the visage of Aphrodisia Jordan, clad in black leather pants, her Jolly Roger belt and a black corset. A cigarette hangs from her full, pierced lips. Her hands move until they're folded behind her head, her hips moving in rhythm to the music, swaying from side-to-side like a burlesque dancer. This is the house. Two feet to Aphrodisia's right, a red spotlight appears. More smoke billows forth as another figure begins to rise from under the stage. I cut the flesh, Like before, the red spotlight turns red, revealing Dude Job. His black jeans and tight, black t-shirt revealed his sculpted muscles. His hands were at his sides, standing straight as a board. He glanced over to Aphrodisia from behind his sunglasses, and she smirked back at him, exhaling a lungful of smoke towards the arena ceiling. This is the house. In unison, the two members of Freaks Off The Leash head down the ramp. Where DJ is rigid and composed, Aphrodisia is moving to the low, bassy rhythm. She winked briefly at DJ before taking off on a run and sliding under the bottom rope into the ring. She pushes herself to her feet, just in time for DJ to jump onto the apron and step into the ring between the second and third rope. Now you're lying Dude Job barely cracks a smile to Aphrodisia who has pulled herself up to sit on the top turnbuckle of their corner. He moves towards her, leaning on the ropes as well. The two begin to murmur to themselves as the music dies out, the screams returning though a heavy heartbeat echoes over the bloodcurdling yelps. Missy Janson - And their opponents... The team of.... Chase Johnson and 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 his partner Chase Johnson make their way down to the ring. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Random weapons are dumped from above and land all around the ring. Dude Job scoops up a brief case and pops it open. He swings it wildly and smacks Thomas in the jaw with it. Jeff staggers backwards and DJ shuts the brief case and throws it at Jeff's. Jeff ducks and the brief case smacks Chase in the face. Chase tries to climb into the ring but the referee cuts her off. Thomas whips himself off the ropes and DJ catches him with a hip toss, Thomas darts back up and DJ puts him down with another toss. Jeff is instantly back up again, but catches a roundhouse kick from DJ to the side of the head. Falcoon - Knock out kick! Cover him! Dude Job makes a quick pin.. 1...2.. Chase slingshots herself over the top rope and leg drops the back of Dude Job's neck. The ref pushes her off and she slides out of the ring. DJ rolls off Jeff and slowly gets to his feet.. Jeff rolls onto his stomach, DJ grabs him by the ribs and tries to roll him over, but as Jeff is turned he reaches up and smacks DJ in the head with a glass bottle! The bottle shatters across DJ's head and he hits the mat. Falcoon - Holy shit! Burst - There better not have been any alkie in that bottle! Jeff climbs to his feet and runs towards DJ who is laying face down on the mat. Jeff delivers a sliding drop kick and pushes DJ out of the ring and tumbling to the floor. Jeff runs towards the ropes and grabs for the top rope to slingshot himself over.. But Aph pulls the ropes down and Thomas fails to catch it. He tumbles over the top rope and falls ungracefully ontop of DJ. Kissens - Oh that was dirty! Falcoon - Pot calling the .. Kissens - Shut up! Don't even finish that remark! Burst - Black... ha! Chase climbs into the ring, she runs towards Aph's corner. Aph crawls between the ropes and attempts a spear! Chase counters by hooking her in a butterfly suplex position.. Aph quickly comes back with a counter of her own and lifts her legs, doing a flip as she's lifted. She lands on Chase's shoulders and hurricanronna's her across the ring! Chase quickly climbs up, Aph catches her with a step up enziguri! Falcoon - The franchise is going to work on Chase! Kissens - Aph's fast for her weight! HAHAH! Burst - You're one to talk fatty. Kissens - It's because I'm on the pill! Burst - That gives you a reason to fuckin' eat so much? Geez do some crack or something. Seriously.... You're disgusting to look at. Falcoon - Very unpleasant. Aph looks down at Thomas who is beginning to stir. She leaps up to the top rope and holds her balance like a cat.. She measures him up then leaps off and lands on Thomas's shoulders. She attempts another hurricanronna on him, but he holds her up. Jeff turns and powerbomb's her back into the guard rail! Aph spills over into the crowd and they attempt to help her up. Thomas turns back around to pick up DJ, but he isn't there. Falcoon - Where did DJ go? I didn't even see him leave? Dude Job slides into the ring behind Chase who has just risen. Jeff hands her in something... DJ spins her around, she spins around and catches him with a right hand. His already bloody forehead begins to swell. Burst - The ole brass knuckle trick! Falcoon - Aren't those illegal? Kissens - Nah you can but them as paper weights. DJ manages to shake it off quickly and catches Chase by the throat. She leans in and swings again, but DJ dodges the punch. He kicks her in the mid section then elbows her in the back of the head, he then hooks her in a ddt position followed by a massive knee lift to her gut. Jeff climbs onto the aprion then springboards off the middle rope back into the ring. He catches DJ in the chest with a missle dropkick! Chase falls back into the rope and catches her breath while holding her ribs. Falcoon - Thanks to Thomas, Chase only took half the beating she was about to receive. Chase crawls back up and onto the aprion to resume her spot. Jeff picks up DJ and hooks him in a DDT position... Burst - Thomas is gonna end it here. Falcoon - The Peacemaker! DJ pushes him off and leaps up.. Oni Death Kick! DJ drags Thomas towards the corner.. Falcoon - Job Terminator time! Chase tries to climb in.. Aphrodisia is up! She grabs Chase's leg. Chase kicks her off, but Aph grabs the other leg. Chase turns and leaps off the aprion, Aph catches her and the two stumble backwards into the guard rail then flip over the top back into the crowd! Dude Job leaps off... Job Terminator! He covers.. 1...2...3! Missy Janson - Your winners and advancers to the OWF Tag Team title match... Aphrodisia Jordan and Dude Job! Falcoon - UHH! Can you imagine Aph and DJ against Angel and Draco! Kissens - I'd rather see them face Seraph and Trent. A lot of heat between those four! Burst - I'd rather see you two shut up! Missy Janson - The following contest is for the WoW championship! Introducing first.. The challenger.. From Vancouver Canada... Medea Jane McTierney!! The arena lights go down and a gutair rift for “Bleed it Out” by Linkin Park begins to play. A light shines down on a siloutted figure and as the singing starts a flurry of green and blue pyro goes off, the crowd seemingly turns as a whole to look in her direction as the speakers suddenly explode with her theme song. Yeah here we go for the hundredth time Medea’s head snaps up as she seems to hear the cheers of the crowd, she begins to bounce seeming much like a marionette puppet. Her eyes alight with fire as she looks toward the ring, her slender yet muscular body wrapped in a tight leather tank top and a pair of khaki colored cargo pants that hang low on her hips and her reddish brown hair pulled back into a ponytail that shows off the features of her face. I bleed it out digging deeper The screen behind Medea plays clips of her matches so far in OWF and as she makes her way down to the ring she moves from one side of the ramp to the other slapping hands with the fans, the sound of them cheering for her flooding her ears and her other senses. Go stop the show Medea pauses for a moment at the bottom of the ramp and flashes the camera a smile and then blows a kiss before she jumps up onto the ring apron and as she grabs a hold of the top rope she leans back and once again waves to the crowd before turning back around and vaulting over the top rope. I bleed it out digging deeper As the song fades away, Medea stands in the middle of the ring awaiting her opponent with her hands on her hips and a smirk on her lips. Falcoon - Can you imagine if Alexis loses to the rookie Medea in this one!? Kissens - Alexis isn't 100% yet. She just had one of the longest matches in the history of the OWF! Falcoon - That was like.. 2 weeks ago! Kissens - I don't see y..... Burst - Shut up slut. Missy Janson - And her opponent, she is the current OWF World Champion, and also the WoW Champion! From Phoenix Arizona.. 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. Kissens - The first female to win the OWF title! Just then a hard drum slam comes across and the dimmed lights flicker once. PA System - Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing. Suddenly a bass drum comes into play pounding at each half second as each word of "Build God, Then We'll Talk" By Panic At The Disco leaks out over the crowd. PA System - Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.. The lights continue to strobe around the arena, fading out with each hit of the bass drum, they look for something as the fans rise to their feet. PA System - The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde! The fans scream as you see a figure emerge on the side of the OWF tron, it's kneeled down as the flashing and pulsing spotlights continue to search.. PA System - And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.... The spotlight dies and everything is silent in the arena, all but the sounds of cheering fans. Seconds pass before the spotlight returns on the side of the OWFtron nearly 10 foot in the air to show Alexis Cage standing with her arms in the air. ...Along with the people inside Suddenly Alexis drops down from the OWF-tron letting her skirt float up over her hips on the way down. He lands on the stage and screams "YEAH!" while throwing a fist into the air. She wears both belts proudly around her waist. The fans get more excited by the second fist she throws up! The arena lights back up as the theme continues to play on her way down to the ring. Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a
virgin She slides into the ring face first then leaps to her feet then instantly runs to the top turnbuckle leaping straight to it. And not to mention, the constable, and his
proposition, for that "virgin" Along with the people inside The sound fades away as she hops down from the turnbuckle and prepares herself for her match. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Burst - This should be a good one. Falcoon - I dunno Nick, Alexis looks -- high, I think. Alexis charges at Medea, but McTierney takes her down with a stiff lariat. Alexis is shocked as she hits the mat. Medea wastes no time in picking her up and bringing her right down with a running bulldog. Alexis seems helpless in the ring, as the fans look on not really sure of what they are seeing. Kissens - You think she lost focus on McTierney when CJ and DK announced she'd be facing Seraph at Cold Black Day? Burst - Hmm, possibly! Good thinking Jackie! Kissens - Thanks Nick! Falcoon - Get a room. Alexis gets back to her feet and Medea moves to lock up with Alexis, but Alexis skips away with a smirk on her face. The crowd begins to boo loudly, wanting a slobberknocker. Alexis is jawing off to the crowd when Medea Jane comes of the ropes with a massive drop kick that tumbles Alexis to the outside. Kissens - Medea bringing back Alexis to the real world. Alexis staggers up to the apron, Medea tries to pull her in but quickly gets pulled to the outside. Falcoon - And the champ playing smart there.. Alexis swings a hard right hook to Medea’s head. Medea ducks under her arm, and slams Alexis to the floor with an STO. Burst - But Medea back in control. The crowd cheers as Medea tosses Alexis back into the ring and follows quickly after. Medea hurls Alexis to the ropes and smashes her across the face as she bounces back with a wicked spinning heel kick. Alexis flops to the ground as Medea kips up getting the crowd behind her as she stalks Alexis from the corner. Kissens - Crazy woman dooooooooowwnnn.. But Alexis doesn’t get up. Medea looks over frustrated before quickly sliding over for a pin. The referee shrugs and begins to count, 1…2…Suddenly Medea Janes lifts Alexis shoulders up breaking the count, she slams Alexis’ head back down to the mat then gets up trash talking to Alexis. Falcoon - Alexis seems to be not even trying tonight and Medea Jane wants no part in that. The crowd cheers on Medea as she picks up Alexis and hauls her to her feet. Cage smirks at Medea again, Medea puts her hands her hips in disgust. Alexis begins to laugh, before being silence with a bitch slap that echoes through the arena. Burst - GOOD GOD! What a slap! Alexis falls the ground with Medea raining down blows close behind. Alexis tries to cover up but Medea is like a woman possessed. The referee drags Medea to her feet, barely avoiding the flying limbs that come his way. Medea pushes past the ref and grabs Cage by the hair. Two hard knees to the head daze Cage as Medea Jane pulls her in close to her body. Falcoon - Medea with a blur of offence here. Kissens - Medea with all of the offence here. Medea turns the crowd and calls out, the crowd answering her as she appears to be going to for a DDT. Suddenly Alexis comes to life, picking Medea up and charging her into the turnbuckle. Burst - It looks like Alexis has had enough! Cage backs up and charges to the corner looking for leg lariat, but Medea moves like a cat, sliding through the ropes and out of the way. Cage crashes into the turnbuckle and falls to the mat. Falcoon - Medea Jane was all kinda of quick there. Medea Jane quickly vaults to the top rope. The crowd comes to it’s feet as she points to the sky. Kissens - FAAAAAALLL FROOOOOM GRACE!!!! Medea Jane flies through the air with a Shooting Star Press. Burst - Boom! Falcoon - The referee counts and we might have a new champ! Into the cover... 1…2…3! Missy Janson - Your winner, and NEEEEW WoW CHAMPION...MEDEA JANE MCTIERNEY! Kissens - WHAT THE FUCK!? FAST COUNT! Falcoon - Medea beat the OWF champ! Burst - Why is a woman holding the OWF title? Can ANYONE explain this to me? Kissens - FAST COUNT! Falcoon - Medea is the new WoW champion! Alexis looks suprised, her mouth drops and she crawls to the ropes where she retrieves a mic from below. Alexis Cage - Wait a second! Wait a damn second... Now before you all knock me, I want to inform you that I PLANNED to lose that title. I out grew it! And god damn it there's no one better to lose it to then Medea Jane! She's the fucking future of the WoW! Medea looks at Alexis cautiously and watches her extend her hand. Alexis Cage - Shake my hand kid... Falcoon - Don't do it! Medea backs away, looking over her shoulder at Alexis as she approaches the ropes. Kissens - How rude! Shake the hand of the champ! Burst - I'd shake whatever she wanted me to shake. Alexis Cage - You know what.. I don't blame you Medea. I wouldnt trust me either. Let's face it... I haven't been the nicest person as of late. But Medea, think about this... Before you leave the arena tonight. I can be your best friend and mentor, the one that pushes you into this position someday... Or I can be your worst fucking enemy! Medea slides out of the ring, still watching Alexis as she back tracks up the ramp with her newly won WoW title. Alexis Cage - Just think about it.... Kissens - What a selfish bitch Medea is. Stuck up little whore can't even shake her opponents hand! Falcoon - You're a moron. Burst - Mmmmm... Meeedddeeaa.. Kissens - Alexis just gave her an instant jump to fame and she can't even appreciate it! Missy Janson - The fo... Alexis snatches Missy's microphone away. Alexis Cage - Shut up! I'll do this one! Just sit down and watch how it's done! Burst - Bitch give her back the mic! Alexis Cage - The next match is scheduled for ONE fall and is for two crappy titles nobody cares about! The soft, yet haunting piano melodies of The Coming Curse by Iced Earth calmly resonate from the speakers. As the sound fills the arena, a faint beam of golden light shines on the entrance. There are a few moments of silence as the piano continues, then the distorted guitars kick in and flames shoot up lining the ramp. Alexis Cage - First... From the bottom of his own shallow little heart... The FORMER Champion.. Angel! Angel slowly walks out, observing his surroundings and not phased by the crowds reaction. He continues to the ring in this same manner, and only when he is in the middle of the ring for a few moments does the music stop, echoing throughout the arena Alexis Cage - And his gay partner... I mean "Life" partner... Draco! 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. 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. Alexis Cage - The challengers... "The Imperium Presents" Trent Steel PA System - No place to run...No place to hide...The Imperium Age...Has now begun! Alexis Cage - 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. Alexis Cage - His partner is the number one contender to MY OWF title! .. 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. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The crowd is electric as the four men stand in the ring, each duo trying to stare down each other. Falcoon – No love lost between these two teams tonight. Kissens – Seraph doesn’t have any friends, but in Trent Steel he has someone with a common purpose. Burst – Nigel no friends. Falcoon – Right… Draco and Angel bump fists, before Draco slips outside to the apron. Trent and Seraph shake hands before Trent leaves the Network Champion in the ring. Angel seems to soak in the crowd’s adulation for one moment before focusing on his opponent. Falcoon – The referee signals for the bell and we are away. Angel and Seraph stand face to face in the ring while the crowd cheers on the confrontation. Seraph starts mouthing off in Angel’s face and the former champion stands motionless. The crowd feeds off the tension more and more as the present superstar and one of the rising star’s OWF stand face to face. Kissens – Seraph won’t get a shot at Angel for the OWF title since Angel’s dethroning at Drift and Die, but Seraph still wants his scalp on his antelpiece. Angel suddenly explodes with a massive right hook, the crowd exploding as he strikes Seraph across the face. Seraph staggers back but strikes back with a right of his own, the crowd hisses and boos in response. "Yay…Boo…Yay…Boo…Yay" The crowd screams as Angel and Seraph exchange rights and lefts. Falcoon – The crowd is super hot tonight, as these men pound away at each other looking for an advantage. Kissens – Pound away? Falcoon – What? Kissens/Burst- GAY! Angel blocks a left from Seraph, and swiftly kicks him in the stomach. He pulls Seraph’s head down for a powerbomb. The crowd cheering even louder for their hero. Falcoon – Angel looking to end this early. Seraph reverses it with a high back body drop, he quickly spins around and attempts to setup the sharpshooter. Kissens – Or will Seraph bring in the new generation by making the legend tap right here? Angel lands a swift kick to Seraph’s face and escapes, quickly kipping up to glare at Seraph, while Seraph rubs his chin. Angel extends a smirk and a golf clap Seraph’s way while the Network champion just glares at him. Falcoon – What an exchange right there, both men trying for the early finish. Both men circle towards the middle of the ring again, the pause for a moment looking for a lock up. Just as they are about to engage, Seraph slips under Angel’s arms, a vicous back elbow to the kidney stunning Angel as Seraph springs to the ropes and comes charging back. He crunches into Angel’s back with a shoulder charge. He springs back to his feet and returns to the ropes, he leaps over Angel who slides over to create hazard. As Seraph comes flying back off the ropes he is presented with Angel size 14 boot. Seraph rolls out of the ring, slamming his hands on the apron. Falcoon – neither man can seem to get an advantage here ladies and gentlemen. Seraph slides back into the ring and tags to Steel. Steel points across the ring to Draco. Angel smiles and tags into his partner, giving Steel a sarcastic bow. Steel and Draco lock up, struggling and pushing each other around the ring. Draco lifts his head up and cracks a brutal headbutt into Steel’s noggin. Steel is stunned for a moment as Draco swivels around into a hammer lock before throwing Steel to the ropes. Steel deftly ducks under Draco’s spinning heel kick and bounces of the ropes with a baseball kick to the prone Draco’s head. Kissens – That had to hurt.. Falcoon – Steel pressing the advantange.. Trent mounts Draco and begins slamming punches into his head. The referee begins to count to five be quickly discovers himself ignored. He tries to pull Trent off Draco. Burst - The Wraith of the Blackhearted on Draco! Falcoon – Illegally I might add. The referee looks up and quickly ducks out of the way as a flying Angel crushes on top of his own partner and Steel with a top rope leg drop. Falcoon – Angel out of nowhere, and it looks like the referee is quickly losing control of this match. Angel staggers from the human carnage he created when he his blindsided by a vicious lariat by Seraph. The referee gets in between the prone Draco and Seraph ordering him back to his corner and kicking Angel back towards his. The referee begins the ten count as Steel and Draco recover on the mat. Kissens – Draco and Steel both down. Falcoon – Thanks Captain Obvious! 1…2…3…4….5 Draco gets to his feet first, quickly laying boots into the recovering Steel. He picks Trent up and slams him down quickly with a double arm DDT. Turns Trent over to attempt the pin.1… 2…kick out! Draco slams down his hands before dragging Steel to Angel. Steel seems to flop around almost unconscious as Angel tags in. Angel lifts Trent up on his shoulders and Draco scales to the top rope. Draco leaps in the air, Trent catches him in a monkey flip. Trent leaps up but Angel superkicks him as he turns around! Angel scoops him up.. Angel's Holocaust! 1...2...3! Falcoon – Angel and Draco retain! Alexis Cage - Nooo! Wait a second.. Restart that match! That didn't happen! Falcoon – Shut up and get outta here! Alexis Cage - As OWF Champion.. I requ.... NO! I DEMAND that this match be restarted! Ring the bell! Falcoon – Don't do it Bo! Kissens - Ring it Bo! Uncle Bo - Yooo! I dunnaveven-no waddta-do!? Kissens - Ring it and I'll show you my tits! Falcoon - Ewwwww. Bo you ring that bell and I'll make you taste my fist. Uncle Bo - HeHey baby come sit wid me. Kissens - Ew! No! Nevermind. You are on your own Alexis! Alexis throws down the mic and heads towards the back. Angel and Draco look up to their titles dangling over the ring. The crew begins to cart down ladders and places them on the ramp and around the ring. Falcoon - Angel and Draco continue to own the tag division.. But possibily their biggest challenge to date is next! Burst - Angel needs to overcome his recent "Pussitious" and beat the shit outta Aph. Kissens - Aph and DJ have this one. Angel couldn't get the job done against Alexis, let alone Aph! Falcoon - This is a franchise match... Here we go! Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for a Tag Team Title Ladder Match! Introducing first... Already in the ring... They are the OWF Tag Team Champions.... TEAM MYFLLYA... Angel and Draco! The fans cheer as their theme hits and they turn to the entrance ramp. The lights go out. A rumble of thunder begins to echo across the arena. A low clicking takes over as the wind seems to pick up. The OWFTron is filled with static though a thin, red line crosses along the middle and the static begins to fade. The sound of a radio cracking makes the audience recoil. Screams, begging for mercy pour from the speakers. The red line begins to move with the voices that sound over the screams. Missy Janson - And the challengers... Police have identified more victims and
plan on more than just the four other charges filed to
today. A slow, razzmatazz beat begins, each strike on the snare drum bringing the house lights up to the halfway point. The guitar speaks, the piano echoes, as Rob Zombie's "House Of 1000 Corpses" begins. A purple spotlight illuminated the left side of the stage as smoke billows forward. A silhouette begins to rise from beneath the stage through the smoke, hands above her head, completely motionless. Missy Janson - Aphrodisia Jordan and Dude Job... FREAKS OFF THE LEASH! She had a corpse under her bed. The purple spotlight flicks into white, revealing the visage of Aphrodisia Jordan, clad in black leather pants, her Jolly Roger belt and a black corset. A cigarette hangs from her full, pierced lips. Her hands move until they're folded behind her head, her hips moving in rhythm to the music, swaying from side-to-side like a burlesque dancer. This is the house. Two feet to Aphrodisia's right, a red spotlight appears. More smoke billows forth as another figure begins to rise from under the stage. I cut the flesh, Like before, the red spotlight turns red, revealing Dude Job. His black jeans and tight, black t-shirt revealed his sculpted muscles. His hands were at his sides, standing straight as a board. He glanced over to Aphrodisia from behind his sunglasses, and she smirked back at him, exhaling a lungful of smoke towards the arena ceiling. This is the house. In unison, the two members of Freaks Off The Leash head down the ramp. Where DJ is rigid and composed, Aphrodisia is moving to the low, bassy rhythm. She winked briefly at DJ before taking off on a run and sliding under the bottom rope into the ring. She pushes herself to her feet, just in time for DJ to jump onto the apron and step into the ring between the second and third rope. Now you're lying Dude Job barely cracks a smile to Aphrodisia who has pulled herself up to sit on the top turnbuckle of their corner. He moves towards her, leaning on the ropes as well. The two begin to murmur to themselves as the music dies out, the screams returning though a heavy heartbeat echoes over the bloodcurdling yelps. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The crowd roars as the bell rings. Angel and Dude Job begin to exchange fists... Draco slides out of the ring and goes right for a ladder. He slides it under the ropes then gets a devilish grin as he turns and sees two vacant chairs. He folds them both up and tosses one over the top rope and the other he holds onto. Falcoon - It's scheduled to be a Ladder match.. Looks like Draco wants to incorperate some chairs! Dude Job has Angel against the turnbuckle, pounding on his forehead.. Aph grabs the ladder Draco slid in and screams at Dude Job to move. DJ moves out of the way just in time and Aph wedges the ladder against Angel's gut and the mat. It holds him tight in the corner. Dude Job quickly darts up the side of the ladder and drop kicks Angel in the head off from it! Burst - Ahhh! That was awesome. Kissens - Here comes APH! Aph darts up the pinned ladder and stops when she gets close to Angel. She kicks him in the mouth with her steel toed boot. Before she can make her next move, Draco smacks her across the back of the knees with the edge of a chair. She goes limp and falls with each leg landing in a hole of the ladder, racking herself. Draco smiles at Aph, who's legs are dangling as shes stuck in the rungs of the ladder. Draco kisses the chair before planting Aph across the head with it! Falcoon - Oh my fucking god! Burst - The fuckin chair is dented hard! Kissens - What's with the f bombs? sheesh. Falcoon - Aph is just stuck there! Kissens - APH? Look at Angel! He's pinned against the corner! Draco pulls back the chair, ready for another roaring chair shot... Dude Job yanks the chair out of Draco's hands before he can swing. He puts the edge of the chair into Draco's ribs. Angel pushes the ladder away. Aph's feet hit the ground she grabs the edges of the ladder while her legs remain inside it, she then twirls hard. DJ moves and the ladder smacks Draco in the ribs. She backs up and does it again. Draco gets out of the way on the third attempt, but Dude Job throws the chair up and kicks it into Draco's head! Falcoon - Oh! The Van Daminator on Draco! Burst - Look at Aph go with that ladder! Angel grabs the legs of the ladder and pushes it hard. Aph tumbles over and slides out of the ladder. Angel slides out of the ring and goes for a ladder of his own... Dude Job and Aph make eye contact... DJ props the ladder up against the ropes and Aph darts up it.. She reaches the end and leaps through the air.. FALL WITH GRACE! Falcoon - The arena is roaring! Dude Job sets a ladder up in the middle of the ring and begins to climb... He reaches the fourth rung when Draco gets to his feet. He reaches the fifth rung.. Draco grabs DJ's foot and pulls him off the ladder! Dude Job's forehead smacks the rungs on the way down! Dracos grabs him while he's still on his feet and slugs him in the forehead. Draco grabs him by the head and tosses him over the top rope! Falcoon - It's just Draco and a ladder now! Burst - He better hurry if he wants to retain the titles! Draco hits the third rung before Aph slides back into the ring. She grabs the sides of the ladder. Draco bails just as she tips it over and he lands on his feet. Dude Job grabs Draco's feet from outside the ring, Aph rushes towards him and knocks Draco's feet out from under him with a leg sweep! Dude Job climbs back into the ring and Aph sets up the ladder.. Angel slides back into the ring, he headbutts Dude Job, sending him staggers backwards.. Aph leaps off the second rung of the ladder, she lands on Angel's shoulders.. Angel holds her in a powerbomb position... She drops down into a head scissors.. She grabs Angel's right arm and pulls it across his body before hooking it in an arm bar! Falcoon - Torde Le Monde! Burst - English please! Falcoon - I dunno what it is in English! Burst - Then SHUT UP! She holds the move.. Angel uses all his strength and manages to pull her up enough so that the pressure is off his arm. Draco springboards off the middle rope and catches Aph in the throat his a leg drop! The move sends Angel crashing down, but the hold on him is released. Draco steadies the ladder.. He gets to the first rung and Dude Job joins him in the climb... Falcoon - It's a race to the top! They keep the pace steady and reach the rung 3rd from the top at the same time.. Draco pauses but DJ steps up another rung.. He reaches for the title but Draco punches him in the stomach. DJ bellows over and Dracos grabs him by the head.. Draco steps up a rung and hooks him in the DDT position.... Brain buster from the top of the ladder!! Burst - Holy fuck! I could feel that in my chair! Falcoon - The arena is shaking and these Japanesse fans are going wild! Kissens - Did you see that impact? I think they're both out for the match! Dude Jobs rolls out of the ring.. Angel is back to his feet and he begins to climb the ladder... He makes it to the third rung before Aph manages to get back up. Angel quickens his pace, but Aph is quick to recover... From the side Draco tries for a superkick, Aph dodges it and catches his leg.. She moves in closer, holding his leg up.. Draco goes for an engiuri, Aph ducks it and now has Draco's leg from behind. He hops of one foot while trying to kick her off. She lifts up higher on the leg, Draco turns his body and tries again to kick her off with his free leg, but it fails and he's now back facing her.. Aph drops his leg then runs and delivers a quick round house that knocks Draco out! Falcoon - Angel's got the title! Aph turns and pulls the ladder out from under Angel... Angel hangs high above the ring, struggling not to fall. Aph swats at him with the ladder until he finally falls to the mat with a sickening thud. Falcoon - Holy shit! The champ.. Err sorry.. Old habbits. Angel is broken inside! Burst - He landed on his side! Serves him right for being a murderer! Angel struggles to crawl towards the ropes... Draco is back up... Aph begins to climb the ladder, Draco follows her up, they come with a rung from the top and both have the same idea. They pulls the straps... Falcoon - They've each got a strap! Burst - How does that work? Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen... Members of BOTH teams have retreived a title. Therefore, Your winners.. The TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... Draco and Aphrodisia Jordan! Falcoon - That doesn't make sense! Burst - Fuck you Angel! That mother fucker desurves to lose his tag and world championships! Go get raped in prision you MURDERER! We cut backstage where Seraph is instantly spotted ducking behind a car in the parking lot. Seraph - Watch this! He giggles as Alexis Cage approaches her silver car. She opens the door and a loud explosion occurs. Seraph - Hahahaha! A blow up doll with "Jesse" written across the chest pops out followed my a series of fireworks that pop.. She tosses the doll aside and snarls as she climbs into the car. A loud fart noise can be heard. Alexis screams and tosses out a whoopie cushion. She burns her tires and speeds out of the parking lot. Falcoon - One new tag champion crowned tonight! Kissens - Addiction was canceled this week! Tune in to Power Hour on Wednesday! We cut backstage once more.. Angel sits in front of a monitor, watching the replay as he packs his bag. You can hear him sigh as he stops and places his hands on his knees. The lights quickly flash off..... Silence fills your monitor in anticipation for the OWF logo.. but nothing but blackness fills the screen. The lights pops back on to an empty chair... His duffle bage lays open on the ground as the scene slowly fades.... |
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