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N4H is seen sitting in their locker room talking about recent events, as they all seemed ready to compete and give OWF one hell of a show, we see Jesse holding a cell phone. The dial begins to ring as we show a clip of the person he's calling. Williams - Pick up, you fuck. It's Seraph in a dark room, nowhere near the OWF arena, it seems as if he's at home in Canada. He looks down at his cell which is flashing and ringing, while the caller I.D is clearly evident, he decides not to answer it. Instead he drops the cell to the floor, while smirking he walks off toward the door. There's a few peices of paper lying across the floor that are torn apart, the only part that is even visible to the camera is the part that reads "Outsider Wrestling Federation", the rest is shredded. Only guesses could mean that Seraph has torn his contract to pieces. We turn back to N4H as Jesse puts the phone down, not even bothering to leave a message. He looks disappointed as he turns to the rest of N4H and they all look toward him for answers that he hasn't gotten, because Seraph has gone awol. Williams - I don't know what the fuck is up with him. Godsmack - At least I don't have to worry about someone taking me out this week, eh? Lopes - He's just fucked up in the head, man. Godsmack - Well, if he doesn't want to be apart of N4H, then that's his decision. Williams - But he's not even answering his calls and he's done nothing for N4H since we arrived. He hasn't even spoken to us properly. Lopes - Fuck it, we've got this show and the pay-per-view to worry about. Williams - And now a search for a fourth member. The scene fades as N4H prepare to bring destruction down upon Outsider Wrestling without Seraph and it seems like N4H might permanently be down by one player as well as OWF. The cameras switch back to the announcers booth.
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.
Falcoon - AHOOOOO! WELCOME OWFITES to another edition of Monday Addiction! Burst - Yeah, whatever. Kissens - We're less than a week away from Holiday Bash and anticipation is rising fast! Falcoon - You have got that one right. And as for the New Four Horsemen...Seems like there's trouble in paradise. Burst - Would you stop using cliches? Falcoon - Would you stop being so old and grumpy? Burst - NO! Falcoon - Then I won't stop using cliches! Kissens - Grow up you two. N4H is falling apart before our eyes and you two are fighting? Falcoon - Shut up. Burst - Yeah, bitch. Be quiet. Kissens - YAY you agree on something. Time for the first match!! Missy Janson - The first match of the night is scheduled for a one fall, it is between two newcomers to the OWF...coming to the ring first, from San Antonio, Texas...Heartbreak! Heartbreak's music hits the PA System and he walks out from the back. Burst - HAHA! It's Shawn Michaels! Kissens - Noooo, it's not! Shut up, we'll get sued! Burst - Look at him. Heartbreak struts down the ramp, towards the ring. Falcoon - Yeah, that's HBK for sure. He slides into the ring and prepares for his match. Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts...Michael Pascarelli!! You know what it is is heard throughout the arena when Michael "The Python" Pascarelli comes out donning his black and pink top hat with matching pink vest with a purple python on the left vest leaf, He comes down to the ring blowing kisses to the crowd. He runs into the ring. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The two men lock up... Burst - Fuckin' christ! Falcoon - Folks, we have company. From the back, we see Ray Lopes, Godsmack and Jesse Williams walk out from behind the curtains. The fans instantly boo them, as they slowly make their way down the entrance ramp. Meanwhile in the ring, Pascarelli hits a death valley driver on Heartbreak. He quickly picks up Heartbreak, but Ray Lopes hits the ring as he slides in. Pascarelli drops Heartbreak and turns around, only to be hit with a kick to the gut. Lopes picks him up for a Fishermans Suplex, but instead hits the DLE -- Dissension Level Event. Falcoon - Cradle DDT! Pascarelli lays on the mat motionless as Godsmack slides into the ring, immediately getting into a crouched position behind Heartbreak who is just getting up to his feet. As soon as he does, Godsmack charges him and nails a huge spear on Heartbreak. Kissens - Godsmack with Smacked Up! Williams slowly makes his way into the ring as both competitors are down. The referee calls for the bell. Missy Janson - This match has been ruled a no-contest! Williams pushes the referee out of the ring as he walks over towards the opposite side of the ring. He asks Missy Janson for a microphone, and she gives him her personal microphone. Jesse makes sure it is on and he walks towards the ropes closest to the camera. Williams - We were bored, and we decided to change some lives tonight. The fans boo heavily. Williams - Oh shut up. You all have gotten what you wanted. Seraph is out of N4H, and out of OWF for all I fucking know. But you know what? We move on. We'll be a trio until we find a fourth. We won't rush trying to fill the void with just anyone. We will find someone who is perfect for the spot! Someone like, Trent Steel! The fans boo. Falcoon - Is Steel a member of N4H now? Williams hands the microphone to Godsmack. Godsmack - Or maybe someone like Draco? The fans cheer loudly. Godsmack hands the microphone over to Ray Lopes. Lopes - Or even someone like...President Diamond Kid? The fans are silent for a second. Burst - Wait a minute -- that made too much sense. Falcoon - DK was a past member of N4H -- this could all be a set-up! Kissens - EW! Lopes hands the microphone back to Williams. Williams - Regardless of which way we go, you will all be the first to know who is our permanent fourth member. Jesse smiles. Williams - Let's just say you'll find out at Holiday Bash. And that's not a promise, that's a fucking threat! Williams drops the microphone and the three men exit the ring to a chorus of boo's. Falcoon - What a cocky bastard! Kissens - But that attitude got him where he is today! Burst - Bah, I'm starting to like him! Falcoon - Really? Burst - Yeah, he demolished Draco, so Williams is okay in my book for now. Falcoon - That's a huge step for you, Nick. Burst - Thanks! Kissens - Aww, you guys are cute! Falcoon - I'm being serious. Burst - Me too. Falcoon - I love you buddy. Burst - I...uh.... The camera switches backstage to find Chase Roberts lurking in the dark corners of the arena once again. Chase Roberts - I was born for this, this is not something I do for fun. This is my life. Wrestling is my life. I will return dignity to the WOW belt that it has long been searching for, because in my hands it will mean more than it ever has before. She looks intensely at the camera. Chase Roberts - I'm not a hero, but I'm not Godsmack either. The title in the hands of man who's major claim to fame is he used to be an porn star. A woman stands on top of the OWF and we have this idiot trying to say that it is all about male domination. She smirks a bit. Chase Roberts - I say this... I'm an equal opportunity ass kicker and this has nothing to do with gender or male - female dominance. I'm just better. The scene switches back to the announcers booth. Burst - Chase has a strong message for Godsmack! Falcoon - Don't change the subject! Burst - Oh look! Time for our next match! Missy Janson - The next match is scheduled for a one-fall, in a Non-Title Match. Coming to the ring first...Infinity! Infinity's music hits the speakers and he walks to the ring. Missy Janson - And his opponent, she is the current OWF World Champion...here is Aphrodisia Jordan! The lights go out, plummeting the entire arena into darkness. For a few moments, there is nothing but the soft sounds of the crowds rumbling with anticipation. 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, Chase Roberts walks out from the back, and she hops into the crowd as Aphrodisia waits for the bell in the ring. Burst - Aph has Chase looking for any oncoming attack. Falcoon - Smart move. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Aphrodisia quickly charges Infinity, knocking him down with a clothesline. He doesn't get up that quick and Aphrodisia grows very impatient. She reaches down, grabbing him by his hair and lifting him up to his feet. She sends him right back down with a hard roundhouse kick, and again he is very slow to get up. Burst - What's up with this guy? Falcoon - I don't know, you'd think he'd have a bit of fire going in there against the Champ. Aphrodisia pulls him up again, this time sending him down with a DDT. She rolls him over and sees he is very slow to get up again. She hops up to the top rope and jumps off, nailing the Kiss of Death 630 Splash. Falcoon - And just like that, it's all over. She covers Infinity...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of this match, Aphrodisia Jordan! Falcoon - No surprise there. The camera cuts to Chase Roberts, who is out in the crowd. She exits from where the crowd is to head to the main corridor. Awkwardly, it is completely empty. All the fans were watching Aphrodisia's match. She rounds a corner and sees a refreshment stand, which has no line to it. She quickly hops towards the register. Register Clerk - How may I help you? Chase Roberts - Yeaaah, Let me get a -- From behind she is pushed face first down into the steel countertop. Chase lifts her head, bloodied only to be hit with a huge superkick that sends her flipping over the counter to the worker's side. Burst - Who the hell is that? Falcoon - Gee, I don't know. How about we wait to find out? Kissens - Jesus, will you two stop it! The camera switches to a view of the ring where Aphrodisia is handed her World Title after a very successful non-title match. The referee holds up her arms, high in the air. Falcoon - She has no idea Chase was taken out, does she? Kissens - Nope. Burst - Fag. Falcoon - You got something to say to me? Burst - Oh what, sorry I don't talk to faggots. Kissens - STOP! Just then, from the crowd we see Jesse Williams hop the guard rail and slide in behind Aphrodisia. She has no clue he is in the ring, and her only hint is the fans booing heavily all of a sudden. Jesse crouches, egging Aphrodisia to turn around. Kissens - Williams is laying in wait! She realizes something is up and she turns around, once she does she is hit with a boot to the gut and she is hooked up for a suplex by Jesse. He hooks her leg with his arm and he picks her up into a Fisherman's Suplex. At the highest point of the Fisherman's Suplex, Jesse brings her right back down with a sitout powerbomb. Aphrodisia is knocked out-cold in the middle of the ring, as the World Title lays a few inches from her hands. Jesse walks over to the ropes and yells at Missy Janson to bring him a microphone. She quickly hops up, walking towards the ring and handing Jesse her own personal microphone. Williams - Hello...wherever the hell we are...personally, I don't care. OWF books the hotels, and the flights, so I could careless! The fans boo heavily. Williams - I came out here to make a point. Not Chase Roberts. Not Aphodisia Jordan. Not god him-FUCKING-self can stop me. Ask Draco. Hey Draco, yeah, remember me? I'm the guy who kicked your fucking ass all over that ring! I'm the guy who pinned you...one...two... The fans all yell, "...three" Williams - That's right, morons. Burst - That's true. He did beat Draco straight up. Falcoon - That was one hell of a match! Kissens - I know, I'd say Match of the Year! Williams - I am on top of this place. And I have called out Aphrodisia Jordan personally. Jesse gets down on all fours and slowly brushes the hair out of the face of the unconscious Aphrodisia. He lays on his side next to her. Williams - You know, baby. I want to go... He places his hand on her stomach. Williams - One on one.. He lowers his hand slowly along her slender stomach. His palm grazes over her belly button and comes to rest there. Kissens - He's a pervert! Burst - Oh come on, I did that to you last break and you lov -- I mean... Williams - In this very ring.. He lowers his hand even more.. Falcoon - Oh come on! ..resting his hand on her waist before reaching over her body and grabbing the World Championship. He grabs it, holding it right infront of her face as he leans forward, yelling into her face. Williams - For this fucking Championship right here. Jesse stands up, still holding both the microphone and the OWF World Championship in his hand. He walks over to the ropes closest to the cameras. Williams - This is my championship. I own this. I will get my shot by defeating all in the Christmas Tree Match at Holiday Bash. And Aphrodisia better be ready. Because I'm not Angel. I'm not Seraph. I'm not Draco... Jesse turns around and walks back over to the fallen Aphrodisia, standing over her, looking down at her as she regains consciousness. Williams - I am Jesse FUCKING Williams. And I'm taking this belt from you. Jesse drops it on top of the fallen Aphrodisia. Williams - Just wait. "Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste" by Norma Jean hits the PA System and Jesse drops the microphone. He looks down at Aphrodisia before exiting the ring. He walks up the ramp, with a cocky smile on his face, before disappearing behind the curtain in the entrance way. Burst - Williams and N4H have taken back control tonight, it seems. Falcoon - That only spells bad news for the rest of the federation. Kissens - And Godsmack is up next! Missy Janson - The next match is the WoW Who Wears The Pants Invitational...coming to the ring first, Shannon Winters! PA System - At the bottom of a swimming pool, I think I found a clue. I know, that I'm getting CLOSER.. A large explosion happens on the stage. The fans all jump to their feet looking towards the entrance ramp. Immediately after the pyro, "Dead and Gone" by I am the Avalanche starts to play. PA System - She's Gone Away, She's gone away. I need to hear her say the world doesn't mean as much as you do. Then the curtain pushes open and from the back "Stunning" Shannon Winters walks out. She spends a few seconds at the top of the ramp before she slowly walks down it, towards the aisle, with her eyes concentrated on the ring. As she walks down the aisle she eyes up the fans around the ring, and gives a look up to the rafters before she gets to the apron. She quickly slides in under the bottom rope. She pushes herself up from a push up position and walks over to her corner. She leans up against the turnbuckle and awaits action. Missy Janson - And one of her opponents, here is, 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. Missy Janson - Out next to the ring, making her return to the OWF...here is Amanda Davis! PA System - Kinda always knew I'd end up your ex-girlfriend Pouting ska-pop hooks embed in the audience's ears, and the crowd begins to sway as the Grapple Princess herself, heir to Canada's greatest wrestling legacy, Amanda Davis steps through the curtains. She sways seductively side to side, despite her tomboyish jeans and T-shirt attire, as she makes her way down the ramp, slapping hands and enduring the very occasional heckling from a Piter Svoboda fan. In the ring, she makes her way to her corner and stretches out. Missy Janson - And finally, the WoW Champion, Godsmack! PA System - Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up....Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up! "Smack my Bitch Up" By Prodigy begins to blare throughout the arena as the lights turn to darkness except for a select few single yellow lights beaming down on the entrance as out steps "The Immortal" Godsmack from behind the curtain carying the women's championship by two fingers dangling down to his side. Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up.... Godsmack continues to walk down the ramp as the chorus of boos can be heard throughout the entire arena echooing throughout the halls. Garbage is being launched from every direction flying past, or occasionally bouncing off a body part of Godsmack as he shrugs each blow of pepsi off and slides quickly into the ring as the garbage continues to be thrown at Godsmack. He climbs one of the tunrbuckles and flips off the crowd as that prompts more garbage to be thrown as the lights slowly come back on. Kissens - I hope that bastard loses that belt tonight! (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The match starts with Chase Roberts clotheslining Shannon Winters down to the mat and in one motion mounts her, delivering punch after punch. Godsmack sees this and walks over to Chase, grabbing her by the hair and lifting her up to her feet. Amanda Davis comes from behind and nails a low blow on Godsmack. Falcoon - Looks like the ladies are teaming up against Godsmack. Burst - Bright observation. Falcoon - Thanks fuckface. Burst - No problem shit-breath. Godsmack falls to his knees as Chase turns, nailing him with a dropkick to the face. As Chase stands she has her legs sweeped out from under her by Shannon. Amanda Davis has picked up Godsmack and attempts a scoop slam, but Godsmack is too heavy. She releases him, and he nearly cuts her in half with Smacked Up. Kissens - SPEAR! Burst - Out of nowhere. Godsmack stands up as Chase has taken control of Shannon once again. She irish whips her in the direction of Godsmack, and she crashes into his massive chest and hits the ground hard. Chase then charges Godsmack, going for a cross body block, but Godsmack catches her in midair. He holds her horizontally for a few seconds, but then Davis nails a chop block on Godsmack and he drops Chase. Both Chase and Amanda stand up, and Amanda is taken down with a hard chop to the chest, she stands up immediately, but is taken down with another chop. Burst - Stupid! You should work to beat Godsmack! Amanda steps up again, but Godsmack sprints and nails both Chase and Davis with a double clothesline. Shannon Winters stands back up, looking across the ring at Godsmack. He smirks as Shannon runs towards the ropes to escape. Godsmack walks up behind her and grabs her by the hair. Falcoon - Shannon just wants out. Kissens - The only way out is through Godsmack it seems. He drags her back to the center of the ring and lifts her up. He nails a huge powerslam on Winters. He quickly lifts her back up, as he stands up on his feet. He slams her down with another huge powerslam and this time hooks her leg and pins her...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Shannon Winters has been eliminated! Burst - Well that wasn't too much of a shock. Amanda Davis and Chase Roberts continue fighting in the corner, as Godsmack stands up. He walks over to the opposite corner, proping himself up to a sitting position on the top rope. He watches the two women fight back and forth before Chase takes Davis down with a headscissors takedown. Chase wastes no time as she picks Amanda up and levels her with a hard uppercut. Burst - Smart move by the champion by staying away from the action. Chase notices Godsmack relaxing and she runs towards him. She jumps up to the top rope in one bound and wraps her legs around Godsmack's head. She tries to flip him into the ring with a hurricanrana, but instead, Godsmack nails her with a huge powerbomb from the top rope. Falcoon - Chase tried to go after Godsmack, and it backfired. Kissens - Big time. Godsmack stands up, but Amanda Davis jumps on his back and locks in a sleeper hold. Godsmack swings around in circles before rushing backwards and slamming Amanda Davis into the turnbuckle. He then grabs her by her hair and he walks forward. He tosses her over his head and slams her back first to the mat. Godsmack pushes himself up to his feet again, grabbing Amanda by her arm and dragging her to her feet. He slings her up into a firemans carry. He walks to the center of the ring but Chase Roberts hops up to her feet and nails a dropkick to the face of Godsmack. Godsmack falls back as Davis is nailed with a samoan drop. Falcoon - What a move by Chase, she killed two birds with one stone. Chase quickly goes after Amanda Davis, picking her up and nailing a Falcon Arrow and she pins her. The referee slides into place...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Amanda Davis is eliminated! Falcoon - Only two left, now. Kissens - Let's go Chase!! Godsmack is waiting for Chase as she stands up from the pin attempt on Davis. Godsmack cocks his head as Chase stares him down. She charges him, taking him down with a cross body block. She unleashes a fury of punches across the face of Godsmack, before he pushes her off. Both competitors stand up to their feet where Chase hits an arm drag. Godsmack gets up immediately, but Chase now hits a hiptoss. Godsmack hops back up again, but Chase nails him with a jawbreaker that staggers him back into the corner. She follows him in and she climbs up. She starts laying punches into the face of Godsmack as the fans count each punch..1..2..3..4..5..6..7..Just then, Godsmack reaches up and picks Chase up as he walks out of the corner. He hits a modified version of The Smack Attack, sitout powerbomb and he pins Chase. Kissens - Damnit, NO! The referee slides into place...1...2...3! Kissens - NO! Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and STILL WoW Champion...Godsmack! Burst - He beat them all! Falcoon - Some man he claims to be! Burst - What a ma...HEY! Falcoon - Who the fuck? Kissens - Bitch! We see someone run from the crowd through where the commentators are sitting wearing a black cloaked robe and a black hat. He leaps into the ring and the women scatter as they see his face. Godsmack turns and gets dropkicked in the balls! The camera focuses in on the face of the attacker...The masked face of Harbinger_Z! Falcoon - Oh fuck! Burst - I'm out! Kissens - AHHH! Godsmack starts to get up as we see Harbinger_Z reach under his cloak and pull out the barbwire chain whip of Trent Steel...The Reaper. Harbinger_Z whips Godsmack across the face with it and rips his flesh. Jesse Williams and Ray Lopes rush down to the ringside as Harbinger_Z notices. He waits for them to get in the ring before leaping out of it. He starts running to the back when Trent Steel runs down the ramp and spears him! Williams and Lopes check on Godsmack as Harbinger_Z pulls out a remote. Pyro starts going off overhead in the rafters and debris starts landing in the ring. Harbinger_Z sprays something in the face of Trent Steel and shoves him off of him. The masked man rushes out into the crowd as the tron comes to life. "AhHaHaHaHahahHahEhAhaHA...Pretty Girl no More Godsmack!" Burst - What the hell is the deal? Falcoon - I'm not sure, but Godsmack is getting up to his feet now. Kissens - All three women are still here at ringside! Godsmack slowly gets to his feet, he sees Chase Roberts slowly getting back into the ring. As she stands up, Godsmack runs over and SPEARS her directly into the tunrbuckle as her head bounces off the post and she drops. Kissens - That was a vicious spear. Falcoon - I think uncalled for is a better phrase. Godsmack grabs Amanda Davis by the neck and locks her in a vicous cobra clutch tearing at her neck as she screams in pain while Lopes and Williams sit back and watch Godsmack's rage come out of nowhere. Burst - We need some help out here this guy is nuts. Godsmack releases Davis as more referees pour into the ring as he begins to launch them ouside of the ring. Jesse Williams and Ray Lopes take part in making sure the referees don't have much of an impact as they either knock them down or throw them out of the ring as soon as they get in. Once they are all cleared Godsmack goes to the ouside and walks directly to the announce table. Williams and Lopes remain in the ring, laughing at Godsmack's actions. Kissens - Holy crap! I think he's coming right for us! Burst - Whatever happens its all your fault! Godsmack walks directly to the announce table and rips the headset off of Falcoon's head as he puts it on his head and rips the top layer off of the announce table forces everyone else to jump back out of their seats. He then stands directly ontop of the announce table and holds the little mic close to his mouth. Godsmack - Im tired of talking. Godsmack is a man of action. It is time to prove my point. I needs me a christmas HO... Burst - What do you mean? That's sick.. Godsmack - Don't you even start with me. I have nothing against you and I suggest YOU keep it that way. As I was saying...I am determined to get myself a christmas tree ho...regardless of the actions of Harbinger_Z. Don't worry. I'll have you on a silver plate soon enough Harbinger. He looks directly at the 3 fallen ladies inside the ring.. He laughs to himself holding his chest leaning back. He continues to speak as the boos begin to overwhelm the arena. Godsmack - Anywaaaays. Christmas Tree Ho. Chase looks like a dog...Amanda Davis has the IQ of a peanut..Shannon Winters.... Godsmack rips the headset off and runs franticly towards the ring as he slides into the ring and goes directly towards Shannon Winters layed out body as he stares down at her sadistically. He then quickly picks her up over his shoulder and carries her over to the announcer table where he stood before..he grabs a microphone from Missy Janson. Godsmack - You will all see what I am capable off at the Christmas Tree Bash! Not only will I win that stupid match, I am going to prove to you all the definition of a LADY KILLER. Trust me it will not be pretty, in the meantime Ive found me a christmas ho... The crowd begins to throw and spit at Godsmack as he brushes it from every direction still with Winters draped over his shoulder. Godsmack - Oh by the way Shannon. We never got to have that date that you promised me..it will be a christmas to remember! Godsmack drops the microphone and walks to up the ramp with Shannon Winters hostage directly to the backstage area as Williams and Lopes follow him up the ramp. Falcoon - I think he just kidnapped Shannon Winters. Burst - He got himself his Christmas ho! Kissens - That's just sick!
IT DOESN'T MATTER IF
YOU'RE NAUGHTY.. ON DECEMBER 16TH, 2007.. EIGHT WRESTLERS
We see Draco standing right at the entranceway. He stops and turns around and comes face to face with Trent Steel. Trent smirks behind his shaded eyes. Trent Steel - Not going to run this time are we? Draco - No. I'm going to end this. Trent Steel - After you. "son". Draco - No problem pops... Draco heads off as Trent takes a black gym bag and tosses it to a ring attendent. Trent Steel - No Big F'n Board tonight. Just these two. Trent holds up his fists as we cut to ringside. Falcoon - Well folks, we had a short Addiction tonight and all that is left for you is the Main Event. Kissens - But what a doozy it's going to be! Falcoon - Japanese Death Match Rules -- I'm excited. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event... The fans cheer loudly. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Whitesboro, New York...Draco! The lights go dark in the arena and the fans hush to whispers in anticipation of what will come. The hushed crowd is cut off by an eerie chorus of little girls singing. Ring around the rosies The voices scream the last word and a majority of the audience covers their ears from the high pitched assault. In the background a low pitched hum is heard. The fans start to stand up as the wail of a guitar is heard joining in with the low pitched hum. The fans are on the feet cheering already. All eyes on the darkened entrance ramp. The screen flickers to life flashing name after name of the OWF roster. Plague Ashes, ashes The children's voices return are seen scrolling along with the names on the big screen just before the vocalist of Circle of Red begins to sing out the lyrics to "Suffer". The names and words fade slowly and bring the arena back into darkness. The guitars are reaching their peak. The drums are kicking in. The fans are still cheering and on their feet. Your words are a scalpel The screen kicks to life and red lights around the entranceway flicker on and off with the beat of the drums. The silhouette of a man is seen. Red light shown behind him. His head is down and the screen flickers to life cementing the identity of that man as Draco. A bloodied and battered Draco holding a title above his head. 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. One arm has a thick belt hanging from it. Reflecting the red light as it sways in the man's grip. 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 Tag Title exposed to the world as is puts it over his shoulder with a pained expression on his face. The ash and soot covering his shoulders and face. He looks up towards the ring showing his oddly dull blue eyes. His wrists taped as they normally are, but his chest and arms are still bandaged as well. His scarred chest is hidden, which isn't usually the case.. He starts to walk with an obviously limp 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 state. Draco stands there still half covered in the soot and char from the explosions of his entrance. The music slowly dies off and he stands there waiting patiently for the bell. The signal he can spread the suffering. He tosses the Tag Title over his shoulder not caring about it all. Just caring about the bell. 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. Burst - This is going to be a blood bath! (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Kissens - And here we go! The two wrestlers stand staring at each other as the crowd starts to cheer. Trent Steel and Draco get up into each other's faces. Draco reaches up and grabs Trent's black oakleys and crushes them in his hand. Trent smirks and headbutts Draco in the face. Draco staggers and then shakes his head up and down. Trent stands there motionless for a minute as Draco swings wildly. Trent grabs Draco's arm and then lets go fast because his hand can't grip hard because of his “nail injury”. Draco smirks. Trent scowls as he turns his hand into a fist and slams it into Draco's bad eye. Draco shakes for a second and keeps the grin. Trent goes for it again, Armbar by Draco! Trent is on the ground and Draco starts wrenching it. Falcoon - A technical approach from Draco? Burst - Wait I thought Steel was the tactician. Kissens - Ohhh...I got a nice view of Trent's butt! As Falcoon and Burst roll their eyes Draco let's go of the hold and let's Trent get up. Trent starts to laugh as his left hand grabs a stop sign. He tosses it to Draco. Draco catches it and slams it into Trent's face. Trent staggers back and almost hits the barbwire. Draco rushes him with the stopsign. Trent sidesteps and kicks Draco as he goes past him. Sign hits barbwire. Draco bounces back into the clothesline from Trent Steel. Trent starts punching Draco in a quick burst before getting back up and waiting for it. Draco gets up and shakes it off as Trent charges. Draco ducks and grabs Steel's right leg and rolls with it. Trent eats the canvas as Draco comes up with a half boston crab. Falcoon - I get it now! Draco knows that Trent can't grapple and with his own injuries Draco can't brawl like he use to. Draco has one uped the master of manipulation! Burst - Great. When does the ring explode? Kissens - ... Falcoon -...Jackie! Kissens - Sorry I was thinking about Trent. Burst - I need a fucking vacation from this shit. Back to the action we see Trent Steel crawl over to the barbwire ropes. Draco still holds the hold in place. Trent reaches over and grabs one of the florescent light tubes and...DISLOCATES HIS SHOULDER! The crowd screams out to the sickening pop and Trent wiggles out of the hold long enough to swing the tube of glass into Draco's face. Draco grabs his eyes and walks back. Trent trips him and Draco lands in the barbwire. Falcoon - That was...OW! Burst - There we go. First Blood of the night Kissens - WOOO HOOO GO STEEL!! Trent slams his shoulder into the canvas and repops it into place. Draco pulls himself off the barbwire long enough to get slammed in the face by a boot from Trent Steel. Trent grabs Draco's head and starts gliding it over the barbwire busting open Draco's forehead. Trent then pulls him off quickly and starts slamming his knee three times into Draco's good eye. Falcoon - Steel is not taking any chances now he's going after Draco's one good eye. Burst - Now this is what I like! Carnage. All I need to see now is... Kissens - Two. Four. Six. Eight. Who is going to dominate...STEEL STEEL TRENT STEEL!! Trent Steel grabs Draco and puts him up on top of one of the turnbuckle posts and...THE HELLACIOUS! Trent hits The Hellacious. Here's the cover. 1...2....thr- No good! Trent gets up and Draco just snaps up. He glares at Trent and kicks him in the side of the head. Falcoon - Steel hit Draco's own finisher on him. Burst - Damn thing backfired Trent pissed off Draco more! Kissens - Oh this isn't good. Draco piles up some more of the florescent tubes in one of the corners and picks up Steel. He bodyslams Trent onto the bed of nails in the ring with a sick thud. Trent has a look of agony on his face when Draco drags him off of the nails and puts him headfirst gently onto the florescent tubes. Draco runs to the other side of the ring and hops onto the turnbuckle post. Leaping dropkick to Steel's face sending the glass everywhere into the back of Steel's head. Steel is holding his head and screaming as Draco grabs him and throws him into the barbwire ropes. Steel is caught and Draco spears him! Steel spits up blood as Draco starts punching him over and over again. Falcoon - Draco is picking up the pace! Burst - Emm salsa. Kissens -...what? Steel is taking a beating as Draco picks up a steel chair and slams it into Steel's head. Draco lets Steel hit the ground then leaps into the air and puts the chair below him. He slams the chair into Steel's face with his legs. Steel starts to get up but Draco grabs him and helps him up. Draco see's Trent stumble around for a few moments and smacks him across the face. He hands Trent the chair. Trent swings and connects. Draco yells to hit him harder. Steel does and Draco counters with a kick to Trent's chest. DDT on the chair. Draco kicks Trent in the rips as he tries to get back up. Falcoon - “The Son of a Bitch” may have bit off more than he can chew. Burst - Draco has his number. Kissens - Ohh poor thing. Draco picks up Steel and throws him into the barbwire ropes again. He places Steel's arms out like a crucifix and starts smacking his chest with knife edge chops. Steel spits in Draco's face. Draco rares back to hit Steel and Trent catches his fist.Trent kicks Draco square in the nuts hard. Draco falls down to his knees and Trent wrenches the arm as best he can in his condition and kicks the shoulder to the arm. Trent grabs the bed of nails and slams it on top of Draco's back. Draco screams as Trent picks him and smacks him hard across the face and letting Draco fall down in a heap. Draco gets up slowly. Trent makes no move offensive or defensive. Draco glares at him. Trent spits on the mat and makes a “bring it on” motion. Draco swings. Trent takes it. Trent kicks.Draco catches. ENZIGURI by Steel! Falcoon - Ohhh hell yeah! Burst - I didn't think they had it in them after all that punishment! Kissens - It's anyone's match boys and my money is on Trent. Trent gets up frist and grabs Draco. He chucks Draco out through the ropes and onto the floor. Draco lands on the ramp and Trent follows. The ref tells them to get back in the ring but Trent flips him off. He kicks Draco hard in the ribs. Multiple times until Draco is out of breath. Trent smirks as Draco's isn't moving to good on the ramp. He places Draco's head close to the edge of the ramp. The cameraman gets in real close. Trent Steel - Hey Ryan! Welcome to curbstomping one o' one! Trent Steel proceeds to take his foot and kick Draco in the side of the head repeadidly much to the pains of the audience who are watching Draco's face get decimated. Trent stops for a while and goes under the ring. Draco starts to get up very woozy. Trent pulls out a ladder and a table. Trent gets in the ring and sets up the table. He goes back outside as Draco gets up and looks at the ring. Falcoon - What's he grabbing now. Burst - Oh fuck no! Kissens - When did we get those. Steel brings out two big drums of gasoline. Trent gets in the ring and opens up the drums and starts pouring the gas all over the ring and the table. Trent looks out at Draco who is wiping the blood off his face. Steel goes outside of the ring and pulls out a zippo lighter. He flicks it on and tosses it in the ring. The gas lights as the ring becomes a true ring of fire. Draco is already setting up the ladder. He nods to Steel as he sets it up. Draco charges. Trent takes the hit and lands hard into the ring barrier. Trent headbutts Draco and starts wailing on him. Trent and Draco are trading punches as the both make it to the ladder. Falcoon - These two are former friends and it's come to this. They're going to kill each other. Burst - What a way to settle the PDA Title huh? Kissens - Aren't we a little to close to this. Falcoon - Now that you mention it...hey Nick? The commentators turn to see Nick Burst running past the tenth row by now. They follow. Everyone at ring side is getting out of the way as Draco hits Steel's head hard with his knee. Steel goes down as Draco starts climbing the ladder. Trent leaps up and jumps off the ring steps to the same rung as Draco. They both start climbing as they get to the top. Rights and lefts are flying. The hate from these two can be seen on their faces. Left. Right. Left. Right. Just then, Steel misses with a right and Draco catches him. Draco slams Trent down to the ring with an inverted Rock Bottom. Both men hit the mad hard. Burst - Jesus! Draco's arm lays across the chest of Steel. The referee slides into place...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Draco! Falcoon - Another great match between these two! Kissens - Definitely! Burst - We're out of time! Falcoon - We'll see you at Holiday Bash! |
