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AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! A screaming voice comes over your speakers following by a ticking noise. Instantly it turns into a guitar as the starting melodies of "Ready to Fall" by Rise Against begins to play. Wings won't take me An image of Jesse Williams climbing a ladder turns to dust as he reaches the top.. It's followed by Angel and Plague both climbing the Tower of Death and vanishes just as Plague loses his grip and begins to fall. So take a step The scene cuts to James Caine clubbing Kaige in the head with a trashcan. Now I'm standing on the rooftop ready
to fall Cokekid is shown climbing a ladder as TNT runs in and drop kicks the ladder over and CokeKid crashes to the mat. I count the times that I've been sorry We fade into Draco and Spaz on the top rope together, hooking each other for powerful moves, both men lose their footing and crash to the mat together. Now I'm standing on the rooftop The scene before it slowly fades away and cuts to Funeral of Hearts, a lifeless Aphrodisia Jordan lays in a deep grave as Alexis Cage measures her up on the stage above.. She spits on Aphrodisia then you see thousands of fans rise to their feet as Alexis leaps off and delivers a swanton bomb into the grave ontop of Aphrodisia Jordan just as the song is ending. Now I'm standing on the rooftop (ready
to fall) We fade away and head into a sold out Phillips Arena for Power Hour! The Championship Bash
The lights above the ring aren't as bright as normal as we come live to Folsom Prison. The court yard has been cleared and set for OWF action. Guards are lined up around the ring and a large metal cage seperates the prisoners from the OWF superstars. It's a roudy bunch as they shake the cage and show their vicious grins for the cameras. Falcoon - AHOOOOO! We're in fuckin prison! I knew this day would come! Wilks - Ahoo indeed! Falcoon - What the fuck? Get outta here faggot. Where the fuck is Nick? Wilks - He decided not to show up so I am ta... Burst - Get the fuck outta my seat! Falcoon - AHOOOOOO! NICK BURST IS HERE! AHOOO! Wilks - No way! No freakin way man! This is the zillionith time you've been late or no showed an event. No way I am giving up this seat! Burst - Get outta here ya little fairy boy! Wilks - No way Nick. Tell him Gordie! I'm not mov.. Nick flips the chair over and Wilks spills onto the floor. Nick quickly snatches his head set off from Toby and wipes it off then puts it on. Burst - Get the fuck outta here. Falcoon - Hahahaha! Right now over the headset we've got the production manager Steve Bigget chewing Nick's ass! This is great. Nick shakes his head and reaches into his jacket to retrieve a flask. Burst - Gonna be a looong night kid! PA System - I'm havin trouble tryin to sleep... I'm countin sheep but runnin out... The unmistakable "Brain Stew" by Greenday hits the PA system as the prisoners of Folsom become even more roudy and drugs chants fill the arena. Slowly Prez DK steps out onto the stage with a mic. He raises it slowly to his mouth and does his impression of Johnny Cash! Prez DK - Hello..... I'm Scott Kidd... It doesn't get much of a reaction, just a mild applause from the crowd. Prez DK - Hummm.. How about... WHO LIKES DRUGS!? The men stir and shake the cage as the guards prepare themselves for a riot. Prez DK - This is the bad guy crowd huh.. How about this? Who's innocent? The building shakes with "I Am" Prez DK - Hahaha I bet.. I said the SSSAMMME Shit! Being here really brings back memories. No, I wasn't in Folsom, but I spent my time.. 2 years acctually. Phoenix State Penn! But hell.. That place looks like paradise compared to this shit hole! "YEAH!" They pop. Prez DK - I was talkin to the warden back stage. And he was tellin me how Johnny Cash use to drink the 'yeller' water here. So I said... Well fuck.. if it's good enough for Johnny Cash.. It's good enough for me! So I took me a big swig.. And I gotta tell ya fellas.. That was the most haggard ass nasty shit I've ever tasted! Falcoon - The only place you can come and trash their living quarters and get cheered! Prez DK - It was like drinkin piss off someone's boot! I gotta give it to ya. You've got it rough. Which is the big reason we came out here tonight. Did ya like that chick match we started off with? "Whores Whores Whores!" they chant while rattling the cage. Falcoon - We started off with a compound match before we aired tonight Shannon Winters Vs Kim Evans. You can check that match out later tonight after Addiction! It was a GREAT match! Burst - I'm sure I missed alot. Falcoon - You did acctually. Burst - I'm sure... Falcoon - You did. Burst - I'm sure! Silence... Falcoon - You did. Prez DK - Hell's Yes! I'll tell ya what, after the show tonight we'll bring them back out to talk to ya. Maybe we can get them to show something a little special? Anyway.. Enjoy the show and remember.. We need guys like you to keep us watching. When you blow this shit hole... Come and see me! Falcoon - Is he recruiting prisoners? Burst - Why not? It's a brilliant move! Falcoon - I guess it can't be any worse than some of the trash we have here.. Like Shyne. Burst - Agreed. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first.. A guitar solo rocks the PA system. Spotlights flood the stage and rustling moves the curtain. The drums kick in and whispers crackle the pa system. PA System - I'ma supaman. I wanna be your superman... I'ma supaman.. I wanna be your superman! I'mmmmm travelin on now... I'm makin plans now... COCAINE! ALOCHOL! LADY LAY! WITHDRAW! Missy Janson - From Springfield Kentucky... James Dunn! "Superhuman" by Velvet Revolver attacks the pa system and the fans leap to their feet as the famous ballad plays on. James Dunn steps out from behind the curtain at the end of the first chorus and throws his arms into the air. He struts down to ringside slapping the cage on the way. Falcoon - Good ole gimmickless James Dunn! Burst - He's the best! Falcoon - Listen to the crowd sing this.. It's horrible! Burst - It's a bunch of dudes singin about Cocaine. What do you expect? A choir performance? Missy Janson - And his opponent.. From La Jolla California... Chris Green! Thrown away by Vast hits the pa system as the fans explode into thunderous boos. He has a cocky arrogant smile on his face as he strolls down to the ring. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The bell rings as they both walk towards eachother in the middle of the ring. Green attacks with a boot to the gut. Dunn leans over holding his stomach as Green comes off the ropes and connects with a knee to Dunn's face. Dunn falls back onto the mat as Chris Green bounces off the ropes again and lands a leg drop across the throat of James Dunn. Green covers 1...2...and pulls Dunn's shoulders off the mat acting arrogant. Green pulls Dunn back to his feet and slams him back to the mat. Green stands over his head and rakes the toe of his boot into Dunn's eyes. Green mounts Dunn and delivers left and rights to his forehead. He then takes Dunn by the hair and slams his head into the mat untill the ref forces Green to stop. Green walks over to the corner and removes the top turnbuckle cover. Dunn makes it back to his feet only to be irih whipped hard back first to the exposed turnbuckle. Dunn holds himself up in the corner as Green dashes across the ring and clotheslines him in the corner. Green backs up and tries for another clothesline but Dunn stick his boot up hitting Green in the face causing him to stagger back to the middle of the ring. Dunn comes out of the corner and meets Chris in the middle of the ring and chops him across the chest. He repeatidly does is until Green has his back against the ropes. Dunn takes a step back and clotheslines Green over the top rope, landing on his feet. Green recovers from the assault quickly, grabs Dunn by his feet under the bottom ropes and trips him, and pulls him outside of the ring. He wraps his arms around Dunn and pushes him back first against the ring apron. Dunn falls to his knees holding his back as the ref starts the 10 count. 1... Green delivers elbows and fist to Dunn's forehead 2... Green pulls Dunn back to his feet and slams his head into the steel ring steps 3... Green tears the top layer of ring steps from the bottom. 4... He lifts Dunn off the ground and body slams him across the ring steps 5... Green re-enters the ring waiting on Dunn. 6.... 7... Dunn is standing on his knees holding himself up on the ring apron 8... Dunn makes it to his feet 9... Dunn rolls in under the bottom rope. Green follows up with numerous stomps to the back of Dunn. Green backs off and waits for Dunn to get to his feet. When he does Green comes off the ropes with another clothesline, but Dunn ducks causing Green to hit the ref that was standing behind James Dunn. Green stands shocked in what happened. He turns around to face Dunn and catches a right hook to the jaw sending him into the ropes. James Dunn is relentless on his attack against Green as the ref lays motionless on the mat. Out of nowhere Kaige is seen coming down to the ring. Falcoon - What is Kaige doing here? Burst - Revenge! He is coming to get some of Chris Green for kicking him out of Cold Grass!! Kaige slides into the ring and stands behind Dunn for a moment watching him beat the hell out of Green. Dunn catches a glimpse of Kaige behind him and turns around. Kaige smiles and extends his hand. Dunn shakes his hand and Kaige kicks him in the gut. He comes off the ropes, BREAK OUT!!!! Burst - What the fuck?? Kaige exits the ring and walks back up the stage and turns around. Green looks at Kaige with confusion as Kaige just grins back. Green looks down at the fallen Dunn and fallen ref. Green lightly kicks the ref in the side to revive him. Green covers Dunn 1...2...3!!! Missy Janson - Here is your winner Chris Green!! Falcoon - Looks like Green is getting a mic Burst - PISS BREAK! AAAHHHAAA! Green - Trying to get in my good graces I see. Well its not going to work. Kaige I don't know what your doing and honestly I could care less. So how about you do yourself a favor and stay out of my business. Kaige continues to smile as he turns around and walks through the curtain to the back. Green continue looking confused just drops the mic and leaves. Falcoon - What point was Kaige trying to make? Burst - We saw on the OWF website that Kaige was back and healed from his injury, but nobody expected this. Falcoon - Speaking of the OWF website.. It's WWW dot OWFWRESTLING.COM Thats right.. It's a domain bitch! Burst - Yeah and DK acctually pays for it! Falcoon - Unlike most of our salaries! The camera's cut back stage to a jail cell set up as the executive office. Prez DK is justing taking his seat as Toby Wilks intrudes. Wilks - Dk! This is crap! Prez DK - Easy killer... Wilks - No.. This is absolute crap! I want my commentary spot back. If I don't get it back by the end of the night, I'm gonna do something... Something drastic! Prez DK - Settle down Toby. Listen, you aren't what the fans wanna see! You have no appeal! Watching OWF with you commentating is like watching an episode of... Will and Grace. Nobody wants to see someone with your "preferences" calling a wrestling match! Wilks - Oh is that it?.. That's why? Well.. Piss on you DK! Prez DK - Lets not do that. Wilks - I'll show you.. All of you! Falcoon - That's what people say before shooting up places. Burst - He's flipped out. He's insane!... For a gay dude. Toby Wilks exits the cell as Prez CJ is pushed out of the way and given a dirty look from Wilks. Prez CJ - What crawled up his ass? Prez DK - Eh I dunno.. Hey listen.. I have an idea! An idea that will help us out against The Imperium. Prez CJ - Oh boy.. DK listen man. Prez DK - Hang on.. Hang on! Listen... Random drug tests! Prez CJ - Dude you can't do that. You can't even pass one of those! Prez DK - Yeah but, I'm, the prez! I don't have to! Prez CJ - Now your just being a dickhead man. You gotta stop spending all your time trying to take out The Imperium! Relax a little, what's the worst that can happen if someone like.... I dunno.. Jesse Williams won the OWF title? You could rip away the silence with a butter knife as DK stares at him blankly.. Prez CJ - I mean come on man.. Williams has alot of heat behind him. Would it REALLY be that bad to have him... Or even Green as a champion? Prez DK - Are you taking their side here? Prez CJ - I'm not taking sides! I told you from day one that we should stay neutral! THIS ISN'T OUR PLACE TO INTERFERE! Prez DK - They've gotten to you haven't they? Prez CJ - You're insane! Prez DK - Am I? Am I really? Prez CJ - Lets just work on the budget alright? CJ takes his seat and DK never takes his eyes off from him. The camera's cut back to ringside. Burst - It's mutany! Falcoon - Oh give me a break! Random drug tests? Burst - Uh... Crap.? Falcoon - Yeah no kidding! Missy Janson - The following contest is a PDA Rules Tornado Tag Team Match! Introducing first... From Norfork Virginia.. Shane Donovan! "Made of Scars" begins to play as Shane Donovan makes his way to the ring, his eyes scanning the crowd as he walks down the aisle, sliding into the ring. Shane removes his jacket, handing it to a stagehand before taking his place in the corner, waiting for the match to begin. Missy Janson - His tag team partner... Trent Steel! Steel's music hits and the OWF tron shows The Imperium logo followed by highlights of his career. He comes out to an ovation of boos then walks down to the ring, ignoring the prisoners on each side of him. Burst - You want proof that CJ is working for the Imperium? Heres proof... CJ signed Trent Steel! Falcoon - Good. I hope he is workin for US! Burst - You're just their stooge! Missy Janson - And the opponents.. Introducing first.. From Boston, MA.... Piter... Svoboda! The house lights die, sending the crowd into confused hysterics. The Outsidertron lights up in a solid white, bathing the crowd in an eerie glow. A red T cartwheels across the screen from the right, settling in the left-center of the frame. A V of the same hue drops down from above, settling into the center of the screen. In dead silence, a crimson J dissolves into the right-center of the frame. Three rapid gunshots place the letters LLC below the TVJ in black. Rapid cross-wipe to black, leaving the arena dark again. First we hear the strings, then a little bit of guitar, and finally some high hat as the intro to Jeff Buckley's "Last Goodbye" plays out over the public address system. Clips of Piter Svoboda matches rapidly flash across the big screen, with straight cuts going from one to the next. Some notable examples are of Piter walking down an entrance ramp with the MVW Lightweight strap over one shoulder and the TV title over the other, his double elimination with Cliff Hanger during the battle royal in which he won his first World title in any promotion, and his forty foot fall after he won the OWF King of the Mountain match. Interspersed are various clips from old promos, including Piter Svoboda wearing his "Piterster" get-up. A mellow folk-rock riff continues until about a minute into the song. PA System - This is our last goodbye. The crowd erupts in a mixed, but very loud, reaction, some people going so far as to pelt the entrance ramp with foodstuffs and spare change while others try to get an "M-V-Dub" chant going. Halogens flood the arena, blinding everybody who's not prepared as Jeff Buckley continues to sing soulfully. The entrance curtain jerks aside, and Piter Svoboda steps through, lit cigarette dangling from one corner of his mouth. He's wearing colorless cargo pants, a comic book-themed T-shirt over an off-white long-sleeved shirt, mirrorshades, and his ubiquitous bike chain belt and boots. His hair appears to be freshly spiked. He frantically scoops the change into his pockets, takes a sip of a tossed Coca-Cola Classic, and makes his way down to the ring. He attempts to slap hands on his way to the ring, meeting mostly with failure. Upon reaching ringside, he tosses his shades into the crowd, where one lucky "fan" stomps on them until they're reduced to unidentifiable plastic shards. Finally he pitches his cigarette, slingshots himself over the top rope, and takes a seat in his corner. Missy Janson - And finally.. his tag team partner... From Croswell Michigan.. James Caine! Burst - Uh oh.. Is it drug test time? A camera is shown backstage and shows security knocking on Caine's door. The song starts as the arena goes black. The camera backstage shows Caine walking in Top hat, and trench surrounded by security. PA System - I am the one, Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand. My image is of agony, my servants rape the land He is looking down towards the ground thinking about the match he is preparing for. The camera shoots down the hall where Plague is walking in Caines direction. He is looking ahead of him and see Caine. He notices that if he doesnt move to the side that he will run right into James Caine. The two run in to each other and Plague snaps. Plague - Hey asshole, what where the fuck you are walking.. Caine - Screw you. Go to hell!! Plague - I think you are on the wrong end of the building to be running your mouth. You see this is Imperiums part of the building. As a matter of fact this whole damn building belongs to Imperium as long as we are in it. Caine - Big words for such a little man. You sure you can back that up? Plague gets red in the face and swings at James Caine as they begin to fight down the hall. Plague holds Caine against the wall with one arm and hits him with elbows to the face. Caine fight back and rakes Plague in the eyes to release him from the wall. Suddenly out of nowhere Kaige tackles Plague to the ground from the side. Kaige makes it back to his feet and briefly looks Caine in the eyes before they both start kicking the fallen Plague. They continue to kick at him untill Plague gives no response in pain. He is out. Kaige - There, that answer you question of me? Caine - Yeah. Kaige - Good. Kaige turns away and walks off spitting on Plague in the process. James Caine heads for the ring. "Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine
and vain "I march before a martyred world, an
army for the fight He slides beneath the bottom rope and spins around and hops up. "I hold a banner drenched in blood, I
urge you to be brave He spins around and poses for the fans to erupt. He then stares down his opponent as he lowers himself into a seated position in a corner. As the bell ring Caine pulls himself up using the top rope, and heads to the center of the ring. Falcoon - What the hell one on one! one on one! And the fans like these guys? COME ON! Burst - Ya. Why can't they fight fair like.. The Imperium right? Pffft. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The bell rings and all four opponents look for an opening. The aggressive Trent Steel is the first to move. He rushes over to James Caine and tackles him down to the mat. Shane Donovan and Piter Svoboda square off in a collar elbow tie up. Each struggling to push the other man back. Piter drops to his back and throws Donovan down to the mat. Caine has been the victim of Steel’s rights and lefts. Steel drags Caine by the hair so his head is hanging out of the ring. He starts looking under the ring for a weapon. Falcoon - Here comes the blood! Piter picks up Donovan, but Donovan gives him a hard shot to the gut. Piter doubles over. Donovan grabs his head and plants him in a DDT. Donovan doesn’t let go. He wraps his legs around Piter’s mid-section. Donovan starts tugging for all he is worth to try and choke out "The Best of 2007" Piter. Steel has found a folding chair...made of steel. What a coincidence. He brings the chair up and then down on Caine’s forehead. Caine rolls back into the ring already bleeding from his forehead. Trent gets a sadistic smirk on his face as he climbs back into the ring with the chair. Falcoon - Go Imperium! Burst - ~sarcastic tone~ Gooo Imperium! THATS YOUUUU... That's what YOUUUU sound like! Piter is starting to fade. Donovan is wrenching more and more on his head. His legs still grapevining Piter. The fans rally behind Svoboda. He starts to get his second wind. Donovan is shaking his head trying to keep him down. Piter starts to get up. He is lifting Donovan off the ground with him. Piter is up. He grabs Donovan’s legs. Donovan is still holding onto his head, but lost his legs. Piter stumbles to the side holding up Donovan in an odd looking suplex. He heaves Donovan to the side and he crashed into the turnbuckle. Piter drops to his knees gasping for air. Donovan lays in a heap in the corner holding his neck. Piter gets to his knees, but Steel levels him with a sickening chair shot. Piter is down and clutching his face. Trent turns back to Caine already having the chair shot ready. Caine is staggering to his feet. His face is covered in blood. Trent goes to bring the chair down. Caine moves to the side. Trent tries to change the course of the chair, but Caine kicks Trent in the side. Cain spins kicking the chair back into Trent’s face with a spinning heel kick. Trent goes down with the chair on top of his face and chest. Caine bounces off the ropes. He comes back and hits a double stomp crushing Steel under the chair. The fans cringe as Caine goes to make the cover. One, Two, Thre–Kickout by Steel! Caine throws the chair off of Steel and picks him up to his feet. Caine throws him into the corner. Running in and catches him with a clothesline. Meanwhile, Piter is starting to stir after that sickening chair shot. Donovan is getting up as well. The two meet eyes. Piter goes to clothesline Donovan back into the corner. Donovan ducks it. He spins and gives Piter a clothesline into the corner. Donovan mounts Piter and starts pounding away on the back of his head. Caine is doing the same, but to Trent’s face. Caine and Donovan see one another. Donovan hammers on the back of Piter’s head. Caine hammers harder on Trent’s face. Each one trying to out do the other one. Each punch getting harder. The fans cheering on the brutality. Donovan mouths off to Caine. Caine rolls his eyes and flips Donovan the bird. They both come down from the ropes grabbing the opponents. Caine irish whips Steel towards the center of the ring. Donovan does the same. Trent Steel reverses. Piter reverses as well. Trent brings Caine back to him and hoists him up on his shoulders. Donovan goes flying into the far corner. Piter rushes after him. Trent takes a step and spins letting Caine’s head connect with his tag team partner’s Piter. Trent then turns and drops Caine in a Death Valley Driver. He drops down to make the pin, but Donovan taps his shoulder. Donovan is pointing down to Piter. Talking about some double team moves. Trent nods as Donovan picks up Piter. Trent grabs the steel chair and puts it between the ropes in the corner. Donovan nods. Steel goes over to Donovan and knees him in the gut. Trent then grabs Donovan’s head and throws him face first into the steel chair. He bounces back his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He falls on top of Caine. Steel grabs Piter and pulls him up. Piter throws Trent back and runs at him driving a knee into his gut. Steel stumbles back into the ropes. One! Piter goes to assault Trent again, but Trent dives forward headbutting Piter. Piter regains his composure. Trent and Piter start going toe to toe with one another. Two! Piter gets the upperhand and grabs Trent hoisting him up for a suplex. Trent starts to struggle. He rocks Piter with a knee to the head while he is in the air! Trent drops down behind Piter. Three! Piter looks in confusion seeing Donovan covering Caine. Both looking out of it. The bell rings, but Trent doesn’t stop. He knocks Piter down in the confusion. Trent rolls Piter over and locks him in a sharp shooter. Piter starts tapping, but Trent won’t let go. The referee tries to raise Trent’s hand, but he shoves him off. Piter tries to break the hold, but can’t. Missy Janson - Here are your winners....Shane Donovan and Trent Steel! Draco comes running down into the ring. He knocks Trent off of Piter. The two sharing some words. Getting nose to nose. Before blows can happen, an army of referees come down to the ring to separate Draco and Trent. Each trying to get to one another. The officials and referees eventually manage to get Draco backstage. Trent heads back leaving the chaos of the ring. Falcoon - For those of you who missed it.. Late last night on the OWF network a promo aired.. Well.. Here.. Take a look!
The advert starts as this message comes across the scene - This is an OWF Exclusive report coming to you live across the airwaves from DK's Mansion in Phoenix, Arizona. The message shoots off of the screen to the side, leaving nothing but black which eventually fades in to a white OWF backdrop, with the logo painted in a random design all over it. For a while, nothing happens until we see a shadow cast over the white, showing that there is a man present. Voice - Soon, the OWF will experience a great return. Certain aspects of the company fall under a great strain so a force needs to come to assist OWF United, saving them from an uncertain fate. Imperium cast a cloud over the wrestling industry which looks to seize power and end any hope of future for DK's company. What can be said? Things are not currently looking very well in the home front as wave after wave of good men put themselves in harms way to try to prevent the inevitable. What can be done to stop Revelations, as the four horsemen lurk up ahead; waiting? The apocalypse already looks set in stone, just waiting for the chance to dig that final knife into the OWF's heart. The voice appears to be extremely emotional and seems very heartfelt when mentioning the OWF's fall from power. All he says, marked with great emphasis on the troubled times. Voice - But there is a light in the sky which brings about hope. Hope for better times. Hope for a saviour. DK's judgement is inevitable they presume, but its fate has not yet been sealed. Two great knights will be back to restore power to the OWF. Two great men will come back and assist the company into ending this reign of terror. No longer will we have to... The voice is cut off by a whisper, as another shadow comes into play, slightly taller than the first one. Another whisper, slightly deeper is heard as the first replies to the second. The second shadow then hangs back from the narrator and stands proud, as we see the silhouette of his body, holding hands to the hips against the backdrop. The original voice continues. Voice - So the certain peril that Imperium looks to create will be carved out by the return of a great OWF force adding to the resistance. Resistance is futile, they say; not anymore. Not now that two more wrestlers will head to the front lines to fend off the enemy. Not now that we see two immortal names return to the OWF. Not now that we see the return of... Other voice - The World's Coolest Tag Team! The screen immediately cuts to black.
Falcoon - If it's who I think it is.. It's gonna be a great shock to the tag divison having them back in action! Burst - For being a couple of complete dumb asses they sure can wrestle! The arena lights fade away as "I'm The One" by Static-X hits the speakers. It's the very same tune from last week that played when the man known as "The Ego" Jason Davis made his very sudden and impactful debut. Burst - Well, it looks like we're about to hear from Imperium's newest member. Falcoon - He has a name, you know. Burst - I know his name. They call him 'The Ego.' How suiting. Falcoon - Actually, it's 'The Ego' Jason Davis. The guy has a full name -- show him some respect. Burst - Like he deserves it after what he did last week. Falcoon - Shit happens, Burst. Burst - Yeah, I'm sure that just 'happened.' A giant spotlight shines down as the curtains open up, and out emerges 'The Ego' Jason Davis to a large ovation of boo's from the very unwelcoming sea of fans that await. He strikes a pose before heading down the ramp, a large smile across his face. He proudly wears an Imperium tee-shirt, representing the stable he's newly aligned with. He climbs into the ring, and ascends the turnbuckle. He strikes another pose. Falcoon - I love this guy, Nick. He's so confident. Burst - Confident? I think egotistical is the term you're looking for. Falcoon - Whatever. If you looked like him, wouldn't you be just as 'egotistical?' Burst - Well, I'm not gonna sit here and argue that point with you. I just hope, for his sake, he can back up his looks. He's got a lot of explaining to do right now. Falcoon - And explain he will. Shh! Greatness is upon us, Nick. Let's hear what he has to say. He hops down from the turnbuckle, and calls for a microphone. His music quickly fades away. He raises the mic up to his lips, and cracks a grin. "The Ego" Jason Davis - Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to officially introduce myself. The name is Jason Davis. He smiles at the mentioning of his own name. The fans boo. "The Ego" Jason Davis - Now, I understand I have a lot of explaining to do, but that's not going to happen here tonight. Instead of boring you with words, I'm going to entertain you with actions. He takes off his Imperium tee-shirt. Burst - What the hell is he doing? "The Ego" Jason Davis - Last week, I made my debut along side Imperium, ending the career of Shaun Stewart. That was one hell of an impact. He laughs. "The Ego" Jason Davis - This week, though? Well, let's just say I'm too imperior....for imperium. He rips the shirt in half and throws it over his shoulder. "The Ego" Jason Davis - Imperium, go fuck yourself. Now, hit my music! "I'm The One" hits the speakers as he laughs and throws the mic to the ground. Burst - Are you kidding me?! Another week...another big move for Jason Davis. Falcoon - I love it! He doesn't give a shit about anyone. Burst - I guess now we know why they call him 'The Ego.' He exits the ring and walks up the rampway, as the scene cuts away. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for a tied by chain match! Both competitors will be tired together around the neck by a chain with 7 foot of gap between them. They will also be armed with a foot long chain to use on their opponent! Introducing first.. From Seattle Washington... "The Misfit" Spaz! The lights go out and the opening cords to Drain the Blood(The Distillers) blares over the PA. They lights come on dim and the silouette of a figure stands on the stage. The figure turns his head and reveals himself to be "The Misfit" Spaz. The lights come back on fully and the crowd begins to roar. Burst - Spaz had a chance to be great.. But after pulling what he pulled at Quest for the Best, he commited career suicide! Falcoon - He gave DK what he desurved! Burst - Jesse did all the work! Falcoon - Jesse wasn't even in the match! Spaz is wearing his leather jacket with a Misfits sweater, and his hair in Liberty Spikes as he makes his way to the ring. Fire pyro begins to engulf the stage and Spaz walks through the fire till he gets to the ring. He walks up the steps and gets into the ring via the middle rope. He removes the jacket and reveals "Legacy of Brutality" on the right sleeve of the sweater and Hell's Fire on the other. On the back is the members of HF: Sam Caine, Airease, Birrdy, Casper, Spaz, Wolf, Anton, Cage and Angel. He discards of his sweater to reveal a scared upper torso. He then stands in the center of the ring awaiting action. The referee attached a collar with the chain around Spaz's neck. Burst - Oh fuck off... Missy Janson - And his opponent... From Margate England... The Electric Guitar!! Falcoon - This is the new OWF franchise?! This fuckin guy!? Give me a break! "Killing in name of" by Rage Against the Machine hits the sound system as the lights go black and the screen shows the words "Experience Greatness!" which flash in yellow on a black background. Then a video of various suplexes and powerbombs comes on, all performed by the electric Guitar. The curtain moves and he appears at the top of the runway, holding his arms up for all to see. The crowd go wild as the Electric Guitar shuffles the collar on his leather jacket and then struts down the ramp before rolling into the ring. He takes off his jacket and throws it outside to the announcers table and the walks to a corner to climb the turnbuckle and raise his arms to his fans. Chants of "E.G... E.G..." fill the arena on top of the music. A wide arrogant smile crosses his face, and then he jumps down and hops on the spot in anticipation for his match to begin. The referee locks on the collar and calls for the bell.. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Spaz jerks the attached chain with both arms and EG stumbles forward, Spaz swings his weapon chain but EG backs away just in time! The two of them circle each other in the ring, both swinging their chains with one hand, and holding the attached chain in the other. Spaz jerks on the attached chain again but EG holds his grounds tugging back. It becomes a tug a war with the chain! Spaz loses his grip and EG yanks him forward and slaps him on the back with the weapon chain! Falcoon - OWWWWW! Fuck! That's gotta hurt sooo bad! Spaz slides under the bottom rope and holds his ribs on the outside.. EG smiles and yanks the chain sending Spaz side first into the ring aprion! EG uses the chain to pull Spaz back into the ring by his neck. Spaz struggles to get free.. EG slaps the weapon chain down onto Spaz's ribs! You can hear the slap and see the pain in his eyes, EG raises up and does it again! Falcoon - That's fuckin brutal! Burst - Yah that's pretty bad man! Spaz manages to roll away, but EG follows him around the ring, Spaz uses the ropes to pull himself up.. SMACK! You hear it as EG smacks the chain against Spaz's hand! Spaz instantly drops the ropes and EG takes a step forward, Spaz trips him in mid step and makes him fall face first into the ropes.. Spaz leaps back up with despriation and dumps EG over the top rope! Spaz braces himself, and the chain that connects them is now hanging EG! His feet at inches from the ground and he struggles to touch it as it chokes the life out of him! Falcoon - Spaz has EG hung! Spaz tolds the tension on the chain and gets closer to the ropes.. He leans over and welts EG in the chest with his weapon chain!! EG is running low on breath, finally he reaches up with his chain and smacks Spaz in the face with it. Falcoon - Like a back hand slap! Burst - Yeah... Except WITH A CHAIN! Spaz lets EG drop and holds his face in pain... EG pulls the chain with all his might and yanks Spaz over the top rope! Spaz spills to the floor and EG swings the chain, Spaz manages to kick his legs and catch EG in the chest, this gives him a moment to regroup.. EG rushes back towards him and Spaz swings the chain wildly! WHACK! Falcoon - Blood just shot from EG's face into the crowd! Burst - Not like these prisoners have never seen blood before! EG instantly falls over.. Spaz covers but the referee taps him on the shoulder.. "Get in the ring!" the ref yells.. Spaz stands up frustrated and bloody. He grabs EG by the head and pulls him up... Spaz throws him into the ring then slides under the ropes.. He pins EG.. 1...2... EG KICKS OUT! Spaz notices that he dropped his chain and searches around for it. EG leans up and punches him in the head with the chain wrapped around his fist! Spaz falls backwards from his knees to the mat and EG covers.. 1...2.. Spaz kicks out! Falcoon - These guys are covered in blood! EG rolls off Spaz and over to the ropes. He sees Spaz's chain and grabs it! Spaz slowly rises to his feet.. EG comes out with both chains in his hands, swinging them like nunchucks! He loses his grip on one chain and it shoots up over the cage that seperates the inmates! You see a riot almost occur as the prisoners begin to fight over the chain! Shots ring out over the arena as the guards rush the area.. The camera's are forced away from the crowd. EG swings the chain at Spaz, Spaz ducks it.. But EG catches him with an uppercut then lashes down the chain onto Spaz's head! EG covers.. 1...2...3! Missy Janson - Here is your winner... Electric.. Guitar! Both men lay battered on the mat immediately after the bell, breathing heavily after the barbaric battle has concluded. It takes them a few moments to gather themselves as they each climb slowly to their feet. Once they are up, they both turn towards each other and freeze, as if they are tempted to go another round. Spaz stares daringly into the Electric Guitar's eyes as if gutting him on to try something. The blood and sweat dripping down off both of their bodies seems like it could gain some more ounces. Falcoon - These two don't look like they've had enough of each other. Maybe they'll go at it again! Burst - Who really gives a shit? I'm out of drink! Where the hell is the beer guy? Falcoon - It's a prison.. Moron. Burst - You annoy me! The Electric Guitar calls for a mic and as he takes hold of it he turns quickly to face Spaz again. Holding it in anticipation, they both look at each other still, eyes firmly fixed. Spaz seems to be waiting for what E.G. will say, ready to pounce if he makes a wrong move, despite being tired after such an intense match. E.G. - You know what Spaz? I'm tired of fighting you. For two whole years we've been at each other's throats. I win, you win, it all goes around in a vicious circle and all we get out of it is another scar. I'm scarred, you're scarred and it ain't going to get any better. We could get frustrated over this match; use it as another excuse to get into a Barb Wire match! The inmates cheer excitedly at this prospect, hoping that the two may mix it up once more in that devilish contraption. Burst - Zzzzzzzzzzzzz! Falcoon - Oh, just shut up Nick! E.G. - But I for one really don't want to do that. The truth is, Spaz that after all we've been through together, I'm fed up with fighting. At the end of the day, I respect the hell out of you. It takes a man so much to get the better out of you and even after you've been ripped to shreds and battered with wood, fuck it, even after you've been set on fire! You come back for more. I can beat you so many times and you'll come back at me with a new fire and take me to my limits again and again. This has got to stop! Look at us, both of us are born fighters. Neither of us knows the meaning of quitting. So why not use that? Why not look at each other and see something we know that's there in ourselves? So, I feel it's time we bury the hatchet and let everything else be water under the bridge. What do you say, Spaz? Spaz stares at him as if the Electric Guitar has just dosed himself with Heroine in front of twenty thousand fans. Eyebrows raised and a pure look of astonishment and disbelief is displayed on Spaz's face. E.G. - I'm not kidding and this isn't a trick. Put'a there, dude. The Electric Guitar now extends his hand, offering it to Spaz in an attempt to accept this proposal. Spaz stares at him again as if he has just been slapped by a wet fish. The fans cheer as the prospect of a mutual understanding between these two men is incredible. Falcoon - Oh get a room! Burst - No room for mutual respect in this fed! E.G. waits patiently for a response, yet so far all Spaz has done is rest his hands on his hips and shake his head in disbelief, laughing slightly. All the hell that has transpired between these two, yet here the Electric Guitar is offering Spaz his hand. Spaz looks to his left and then to his right, seeing the crowd's reaction. After a short pause he steps forwards towards the Electric Guitar, hesitates briefly! and then shakes his hand. Falcoon - Pfft. These two make me sick! Burst - EG.. Man what are you thinking? Falcoon - The way these two are embracing it looks like he's thinking he'd like to meet Toby Wilks! Burst - Zzzzzzzzzzzaaaaaaaa! The two share a laugh and nod a few times, not talking over the mic so none of what they are saying can be heard. The Electric Guitar says something to Spaz which causes his eyes to widen for a moment before a sick smile crosses his face and he nods enthusiastically at the Electric Guitar. E.G. - Ladies and Gentlemen, OWF's newest Tag Team! Scarred! The fans cheer with great passion at this new prospect. Both men smirk in a slightly sadistic manner as they exit the ring, side by side. Falcoon - How do you put a fued that's been fueling for the last 3 years asside and become partners? It'll NEVER WORK! We cut backstage where Prez DK rushes into a small room and urgently pulls out a cell phone from his pocket. He looks around the room, paranoid that someone might be watching then flips the phone open. Prez DK - Alright CJ.. Let's see what you are hiding!... He thumbs through the recent calls then becomes suspicious of a number. Prez DK - You plotting against me CJ.. You crooked son of a bitch... He hits the send button and places the phone to his ear. Two rings later a voice picks up. Voice - Hola? Prez DK - AHHHH HAA! JESSE! I KNEW IT! Voice - Que? Prez DK - Don't you que me! BASTARD! Voice - Que? Prez DK - You listen here you s.... Just then the door opens and in walks Prez CJ. DK quickly snaps the phone closed and a guilty look crosses his face. Prez CJ - Hey man.. You seen my cell? I think I lost it. DK scratches his head nervously and looks around before choking out a reply. Prez DK - Uhh... No.. Nope I haven't seen it man. CJ stares at him for a moment. Prez CJ - What are you doin anyway? Prez DK - Oh.. uh me.. I'm just.. Uhhh.. He scratches his head and pulls out a twix bar from his pocket and chews it down. He holds up the wraper for the camera to see then swallows it down. Prez DK - I was about to do some sking.. Ya know.. A little SNOW sking.. Prez CJ - Ahhh.. Gotcha. Alright man. Well if you see my phone just bring it to me. Prez DK - You got it! He wipes the sweet from his forehead then finishes the twix before the camera's cut back to ringside. Falcoon - OWF Power Hour is brought to you by... Twix! Need a moment? Grab a twix! Burst - No it's not! Falcoon - No.. But it should be! Burst - Ugh... CJ you dirty son of a bitch! How can you turn your back on DK!? Falcoon - That wasn't even Jesse! Burst - He spoke Mexican! Falcoon - It's called Spanish.. Ya moron! And Jesse isn't even a mexican! Burst - Nothing you can say will EVER convince me otherwise! Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall with Public Display of Aggression rules! It is for the WoW Championship! Introducing first.. The challenger... From Bentonville Arkansas... TARA... HEADOFF! "The Game" by Disturbed plays over the PA System. A spotlight shines around the crowd of men but sets itself on the stage where Tara Headoof appears. Falcoon - Tara is back in full force after her injury at the hands of Amanda Davis months ago. Burst - Notice how she didn't run through the crowd this time! Falcoon - Of course not.. A skinny white female mixed with a bunch of horny inmates doesn't mix.. AT ALL! She smacks herself in the head with her kendo stick then heads to the ring. Missy Janson - And her opponent.. She is the WoW Champion... "The Wraith" ECLIPSE! The lights dim around the entrance way before "Shit Life" by Dope suddenly pours out of the PA system. The fans squint trying to see what's going on around the dark entrance way when suddenly a figure emerges from the darkness as if ripping itself out of it. A flowing, ragged black cloak envelops her body and head while a reflective, metal mask covers her face. Slowly she walks down the ramp towards the ring. With every step the light in front of her dims so that she is never walking in full illumination. After entering the ring she stops near the center while looking at her opponent with her masked head tilted upwards and to the side at a strange angle. Burst - Frankenstein herself... Falcoon - You mean the wife of fr. Burst - NO! NO! I meant what I said! ... Dick head! (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Eclipse breaths hard waiting for Tara to strike.. Tara darts off the ropes attempts a clothesline but can't even manage to rock Eclipse. Eclipse grabs her by the neck and lifts her up off her feet... She trudges towards the ropes with Tara's neck still held then scoops Tara up and dumps her to the ground outside! Falcoon - This isn't even gonna be a match! Eclipse slides out of the ring and wastes no time picking Tara back up.. She tosses Tara onto her shoulder then slams her back first on the top of the commentary table! Eclipse climbs up with her then picks her up again.. End of Innocence through the commentary table! Burst - Where the fuck am I gonna put my drinks now? Eclipse stand back up and pulls Tara through the carnage of shattered wood.. Falcoon - Just pin her! Eclipse turns back and looks at Falcoon through the mirror mask. He can feel he gaze upon him as he backs up.. Falcoon - I'm sorry.. Sorry... She tilts her head sideways while looking back at Tara.. She lunges forwards with her hand and drives her thumb into Tara's throat! She digs and digs pushing harder and harder into his throat with Tara gasping for air! She begins to choke and blood drains out from where Eclipse's finger has pierced he skin. Tara falls limp, but Eclipse holds her in place as she chokes the life out of her.. Finally she releases the hold and hooks her limp head and neck... Nature's Course on the floor to a barely breathing Tara Headoff.. The pin.. 1...2...3! Missy Janson - Here is your winner and STILL.. WoW CHAMPION... ECLIPSE! Falcoon - Can we get our table back please? Burst - Hey paramedic.. Get us a table will ya!? They rush to Tara's side with a stretcher and ignore the request of the commentators. Falcoon - This is rediculous.. Here I am.. Sitting here with nothing to rest my elbows on.. I mean come on... Come on! Burst - And we have to watch this chick being carried off AGAIN.. Learn how to wrestle bitch! The feed goes backstage where a taxi cab is pulling up. The door opens and Draco stumbles out still in his street clothes. Falcoon - Isn't he usually he early? Burst - Normally...and not drunk. Draco stumbles to the front of the cab throwing a few bills his way. Draco stumbles into the arena taking a quick hit off a bottle tucked under his arm. He tries to open the door. Pushing on it with all his might. Falcoon - Pull, idiot. Burst - Oh, this main event is going go bad for our World Champ. Draco heads inside and falls over laughing to himself. While he is on his back he takes another drink almost choking on it. He adjusts his title and gives it a kiss. Someone appears over Draco. It is Trent Steel. Draco waves. Trent Steel - You get more pathetic the more I see you, Ryan. Draco - Hewwo. Draco starts laughing as Trent hoists him up to his feet. Draco holds out the bottle of booze to Trent. Trent knocks it away, but Draco takes another swig. Trent Steel - This is for your own good. Trent hammers Draco in the gut. He spews the liquid all over Trent's face as he doubles over. Trent wipes his face and spits. Trent Steel - What the fuck!? The downed Draco looks up with a smirk. He has sobered up...? Draco - Yeah, water there, Trent. Leaping up from his feet Draco hits Trent with an uppercut. The two start trading lefts and rights. Neither slowing down. Referees and officials try to break up the fight, but are unable. Falcoon - And once again these two are going at it. Burst - Friends turned enemies. Falcoon - Played out angle. The officials can't seperate the two men. Once they push one away, the other throws officials away and the two start brawling again. After a few minutes and a few more volunteers. Draco and Trent are pushed against opposite walls. Draco - Fuck you, Trent! I don't need your help! Trent Steel - You are already taking it, old friend. Draco flips Trent off. Trent smirks and holds his arms up telling the officials that he won't fight. He turns putting on his red lensed Oakleys and heads out toward the locker rooms. Draco still struggles shouting out to Trent. Falcoon - Enjoy your fun Draco... That title comes to the imperium tonight! Burst - You say that ALL the time! Do you realize that? Not just last week.. ALL THE TIME! Falcoon - Well you smell funny.. Burst - Ohhh Yeah.. Good one. The feed cuts backstage where the hustle and bustle of the stage crew is very noticeable, and nothing but chaos fills the air. Small insignificant men run back and forth, their headsets clinging on for dear life. Papers are being shuffled, wires connected, monitors adjusted. Yes, we are behind the scenes at an OWF even alright. The excitement in the air is electrifying. From the corridor to the right we see Chris Green and Jesse Williams walking side by side, conversing quietly. Green - So you ready for this Dubbs? Williams - Fuck yes. Time to let Draco know that I'm coming for what's rightfully mine. If Dik won't give me a shot, then I'm gonna walk in there and take it myself. Green - Glad to hear it. Now let's get down to business. I think it's this next left. Green points at a corridor ahead of him and the two men turn the corner and proceed down an empty corridor. Both men start getting close to the doors, unaware of anything around them as they search for the right name. Green - Aph...Piter....Ec--Hey, what the fuck! Green bumps into something and his head shoots up, but much to his suprise Angel is standing right there, his arms folded across his chest. Green - Christ Angel... Williams joins Green and the two men stand in front of Angel as he suspiciously eyes them from head to toe. Williams peers around Angels back at the sign on the door he is standing infront of, and his eyebrow raises curiously. Williams - What the hell you standing in front of Draco's locker room for? Angel - You know damn well why Williams. Williams - Actually, I-- Green cuts him off and leans over to whisper in his ear. A look of understanding and also suprise comes over Jesse's face. Williams - Man, you're actually doing that shit? Angel nods. Green - Well shit man, just get out of the way, let us take care of our business, and we'll pretend like the whole thing never happened. Don't tell me you wouldn't love to see us tear him apart right now. Angel - You know I would fucken love that Green. But I'm a man of my word. I agreed to the stips...if I lost, I would be this pricks bodyguard for a month. That means against anyone. So you're shit outta luck if you think you're getting past me. Williams - You've got to be kidding me man, you're actually protecting that asshole!? Angel - I said I would. Now I'm sticking to it. Don't make this any bigger than it has to be. Just continue along, and in a month...have your fucken way with him. Until then, fuck off and let me do my job. Williams and Green are absolutely speechless. Suddenly from behind the door, some shuffling is heard and then a voice screams out. Draco - Get in here and lace my boots bitch! I didn't beat you just so you could stand outside like an asshole all day! Angel looks at Green and Williams. Angel - Looks like my services are needed. Adios, gentleman. Burst - That's a good little bitch! The scene fades as Angel turns and enters the locker room and Williams and Green just stand there shaking their heads. Falcoon - Well Missy Janson had a family emergency back in Tampa Florida and had to rush outta the prison. Burst - She left faster than a paid informant! Falcoon - Someone has to announce the matches... So I nominated... UNCLE BO! Burst - Oh gawd... Falcoon - AHOOOO!!!! LOOK AT ME!!!!...... NOW LOOK AT YOURSELF!! Falcoon says it with drool running down his chin and glazed eyes. Uncle Bo struggles climbing into the ring but finally pulls his fat self through. The inmates point and laugh at his as he looks over the crowd with his lazy eye. Uncle Bo - YOOOOO! Da necckt match is a street fight! Yooo! Be quiet! Hawdumamamana pouse to announce!? Falcoon - AHAHAHAHHAHAAAA! Burst - The things we do for a cheap laugh. Uncle Bo - Comin out furrst! He has to stop to take a breath. Uncle Bo - SHLIME! HEZAHH FRUM SHYCAGEGO! Falcoon - HAHAHA! He said Shycagego! HAHAHAHA! The arena goes dark as over the PA comes a distorted voice that says "Chi-Town's Finest" and it echoes as it fades out. The same voice then says "I Still Run This Shit". Shyne's voice is heard now as his voice yells over the PA "ITS MY TIME...MY TIME TO SHYNE!" At that moment, "You Dont Know" by 50 Cent, Eminem, Lloyd Banks, and Cashis hits the PA and a light shines down in the middle of the stage as Shyne appears there and the crowd goes nuts as they spot him. He crosses his arms and leans back a bit as Blue and White pyro blast on both sides of him and all the way down the ramp and around the ring. Shyne walks down the ramp with a swagger and the crowd is going insane for him. Shyne hops up on the apron and climbs inside the ring, he hops on the turnbuckle and crosses his arms and gives a gangsta lean. He hops off and repeats this on the other three turnbuckles before hopping off and waiting in the ring. Burst - Cough.. *censored!* Cough... Falcoon - You got beeped for that. Burst - Ya.. fuck em. Uncle Bo - Yoo his ponet... frum mex-co.. Yesse-Villiams! Falcoon - HAHAHA! It's Jesse Williams you fuckin douche! Uncle Bo - Yoo! Dat's twat I said! Falcoon - NO YOU DIDN'T! Uncle Bo - Yoo I did! Falcoon - NO YOU DIDN'T BO! Uncle Bo - Whaaya doit den!? Falcoon - Wait what? Uncle Bo - whayaya asshole! PA System - Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer! Falcoon - GET OUTTA THE RING BO! BO! GET OUTTA THE RING! BO! GET OUT! BO! BO! GET OUTTA THE RING! Uncle Bo - Yooo! U'm vulcan tryin! Just then, pyro shoots out from the stage and "Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste" by Norma Jean blares over the PA System. From the back, we see Jesse Williams walk out focused on the match ahead of him. Meanwhile Uncle Bo is struggling to get out of the ring. Falcoon - BO! Get outta the god damn ring! On his way out he gets frusterated and steps on the bottom rope.. The turnbuckle pops and the rope collapses. Falcoon - HAHAHA OH MY GAWD! Burst - He just fuckin broke the turnbuckle! Falcoon - I've seen these ring ropes support a 450 lbs man! Burst - HAHA! Falcoon - BO YOU FAT FUCK! Uncle Bo - Yo I whadn't my falt! Falcoon - IT IS! Lose some fuckin weight! Uncle Bo - VULC YOU MODER VULCERS! Vulcan ODORRRRF! Falcoon - HAHAHAHAH What the fuck is a Odorrrf? Burst - Hahaha I think he meant OWF. Falcoon - I'm laughin so hard I'm in tears! ODORRRF! HAHAHAHA! Jesse keeps his head straight as he jogs to the ring, sliding under the limp bottom rope to enter. He walks around the ring once and then gets into his corner and prepares for his match. A member of the ring crew rushes down the ramp and heads for the turnbuckle. He quickly replaces the part then tightens the ropes then gives a nod to the ref. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Burst - I’m wagering that Shyne beats the crap out of him and finally shuts his mouth! Falcoon - Yeah, fat chance that’ll happening. Shyne can’t beat the Franchise! Burst - It’s all hype, Jimmy! Falcoon - We’ve been over this! Jimmy is not my name either! Burst - Shut your trap and pay attention! The match is about to start. Bring on Imperium’s downfall. Falcoon - That’ll happen! The bell tolls and Shyne charges straight for Jesse who immediately drops down and rolls out of the ring. Shyne doesn’t waste any time and is immediately on Jesse’s trail. Williams circles the ring and heads for the announcer’s table and upon getting there he grabs the time keeper’s bell and turns to smash it against Shyne’s head, causing a trickle of blood to ooze from a fresh wound, and Shyne hits the floor quickly. Jesse holds up his arms to appeal to the crowd who are on their feet booing. Williams places the bell back on the table and bows at Uncle Bo who is furious that someone is messing with his equipment, and shouts unintelligibly, which Jesse ignores, turning his attentions back to Shyne. Williams grabs Shyne and takes him round to the adjoining side of the ring, before getting Shyne partially over his shoulder and slamming him against the cage which separates the crowd from the ringside area. Shyne tumbles to the floor, and Williams is up stomping him in the chest. Burst - That’s foul play by Jesse, though it was expected. After all he is Mexican. Falcoon - That’s got nothing to do with it, Nick. This is a freaking street fight! Williams picks Shyne up from off the floor before sending him straight into the ring steps, crashing them apart upon collision. Jesse is straight on him this time and climbs up to the ring apron before leaping off and hitting a high risk leg drop across Shyne’s chest. Taking a few seconds to recover, he then grabs Shyne by the head and brings him to his feet and rolling him under the bottom rope, leaving his head protruding from under it. Jesse taunts again to the crowd before snapping his elbow down against Shyne’s neck. Burst - That was just uncalled for! Williams needs to be stopped! Falcoon - There’s no stopping him at this point. He is all over Shyne like Toby Wilks on a prepubescent boy! They both share a giggle before concentrating back on the match. Williams rolls back into the ring, stomping Shyne a few times for good measure before he drags him up and sends him into the corner. Jesse then sprints across the ring and flies towards him with a running front drop kick but Shyne is out of the way just in time and Jesse collides painfully with the ring post against his manhood, causing a great amount of positive reaction from the audience. Shyne takes a few moments to adjust to the situation and rolls out of the ring, holding his hurt chest. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a table, to the great enjoyment of the fans, which he sets up outside the ring. He then goes under the ring again and pulls out a fire hydrant which he slides into the ring and rolls in after it. Jesse takes this opportunity to recover and sprints to clothesline Shyne, but it is avoided and Shyne hits Jesse with a clothesline of his own and follows it up with a drop kick as Williams gets back up. Shyne then grabs a handful of Jesse’s hair and pulls him to his feet before setting him up for a snap suplex. Burst - I knew Shyne would get back into this match. Now he’s got Williams right where he wants him. Falcoon - Don’t bet on it lasting. Jesse will catch Shyne by surprise and punish him for it all soon enough. Burst - Keep your mouth shut. That scum is finally going down! Shyne pulls Williams to his feet, again by his hair, and sends him into a corner. Shyne follows him in and hits him with a forearm before picking him up to sit on the top rope. Shyne then points to the crowd and then to the mat to signify that Jesse is in trouble which causes a great lot of cheering from all around the arena. Shyne then climbs onto the second rope and gets his weight under Jesse’s left side before shooting off the turnbuckle and turning Williams round into a backdrop from off the corner. Both men hit the ground hard with Jesse’s head bouncing off the floor. Shyne is slow to rise, but Jesse hasn’t even moved yet, which causes Shyne to raise his arms to a good reception from the crowd. Shyne then drags Williams slowly to his feet and picks him up in a scoop slam, but holds it up before walking over to the ropes and tossing him over and out the ring to thud against the concrete floor, busting him open. Burst - That’s what he thinks of that stupid Mexican, tossing him out like the trash he is! Falcoon - That would have hurt anybody. Williams is in trouble but if anyone can recover from this sort of a situation, you can bet it’d be the Franchise. Burst - You’re dumber than you look if you think Jesse can get back into this one! Shyne then rolls outside the ring and proceeds to grab Jesse and roll him onto the table, causing everyone in the audience to cheer again. Shyne then climbs onto the table with him and brings Williams to his feet before getting him into position for a piledriver and attempts to lift, but Jesse instinctively drops down to his feet. Shyne goes to drag him up again but is hit with a low blow, causing him to drop down off the table. Jesse rolls off the table, holding his head which has blood dripping out of it from the crash against the floor, and stomps hard on Shyne. He then rubs blood off of his face and wipes it against Shyne’s shirt before spitting on him in disrespect, to a response of heavy booing from the crowd. Burst - That was disrespectful! Someone should beat him down and spit on him! Falcoon - No one in OWF United has the guts to even try it! Williams then rolls Shyne onto the table before looking at the ring post and back at his opponent. He then rolls into the ring and then climbs onto the top rope. Looking at the audience around him, Jesse shouts some obscenities which the cameras don’t pick it before leaping off to hit the Swanton Bomb from the top rope through a table outside the ring. Both Williams and Shyne lay in a messed up pile of wood on the concrete floor outside the ring. There is a large chant of “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” circling around the entire prison as neither men do anything but spasm in automatism. Burst - I told you he was an idiot! Now he’s thrown away any chance of winning this one. Falcoon - Yeah right, Shyne too the worst of that! Jesse will be the first to recover. It takes a while for either of them to move at all, but then Jesse slowly climbs to his feet to another reception of boos. He waves his hands in rejection at the prisoners before dragging Shyne to his feet and rolling him into the ring. Jesse follows him in after before going for a pin. The ref drops down to count it. 1…2…3… Falcoon - It was in the bag from the beginning. Jesse even went as far as hitting his finisher in such a way to entertain the fans. Burst - That was a lucky win. On any other day he wouldn’t have recovered from that! It was a fluke! Falcoon - Williams just showed the world why Imperium are the toughest force in the world and you call it a fluke! Funny that! Burst - Dumb luck. That’s all it was! Williams is dumb and he was lucky, therefore; dumb luck. Falcoon - BO! Uncle Bo - Yoo! Falcoon - Announce the winner! Uncle Bo - Yoo! Da winner... Jesse Villiams! Falcoon - Close enough for government work... Burst - Bo... Man... Wow. I haven't laughed this hard since I stole candy from that kid in the parking lot! Once again we cut to the back where Prez CJ is busy punching numbers into his calculator but is interupted by Prez DK who rushes into the room. Prez DK - CJ!.. I got good news! Prez CJ - You found my cell phone!? Prez DK - NO!... But I just saved a bunch of money by switching my car insurance to Geico! Falcoon - Waaaa-Waaaa Prez CJ just shakes his head and the camera's go back to the ring. Falcoon - Zzzzzaaaa! Burst - That.... Was... Horrible. Falcoon - Yeah kinda. Williams stands up the ring. His hand is raised by the referee. He walks to the ropes, going to exit to the chorus of boos. Just then, "The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits the speakers, interrupting Jesse's music. Jesse stops dead in his tracks. Burst - Well, I guess CJ is going to join us! Falcoon - What does he want! CJ walks out from the back, holding a microphone in his hand. He stands firm with his eyes locked on the ring. Prez CJ - Cut my music! The PA System cuts out. Prez CJ - Congratulations Jesse. You beat Shyne. That's great, but see, you aren't done here tonight. Williams looks on in shock. Prez CJ - No, no, no. See, since everybody thinks we are in cahoots, I decided the only way I could prove to Diamond Kid that I was OWF through and through was to punish you. Williams leans on the ropes, looking at CJ with his eyebrow raised. Prez CJ - See, Williams. You have another match tonight! And it's not just any match...it's a LOSER LEAVES OWF FOREVER-MATCH! Imperium is banned from ring-side! The fans go nuts at the mention of this as Williams looks livid in the ring. Falcoon - Oh what the hell! Burst - Nah nah nah naaaah...Nah nah nah naaaaah...HEY HEY HEY! Goodbye! Falcoon - SHUT UP! Prez CJ - And it starts...right now! Let me introduce to you...THE OPPONENT OF JESSE WILLIAMS.... The fans all jump to their feet. Prez CJ - ..Cameron Frost. Falcoon - NO DAMNIT! NO!!!!! Burst - HAHAHAHA YES! Falcoon - Jesse hasn't beaten Frost, ever! No music plays as from behind Chase, out walks Cameron Frost. Burst - There he is. The epitome of perfection! And he has a score to settle with Jesse Williams! Frost runs by CJ, as Williams steps back into the middle of the ring. Frost slides under the bottom rope, jumping right to his feet and spearing Williams down to the mat. The referee quickly runs back into the ring as Frost covers Williams. Burst - It's over already! Prez CJ - RING THE BELL, BO! START THE MATCH! Uncle Bo - YOOOOOOOOO! (Ding, Ding, Ding) The match officially starts, with Frost covering Williams. 1...2...thr- kickout by Jesse! The fans all boo loudly, as they thought Jesse was on his way out of the company. Frost wastes no time though, grabbing Williams up by his hair. As Jesse gets to his feet, he tries to counter with a right to the midsection, but Frost is barely shaken. He irish whips Jesse into the far ropes, and when he bounces back Frost bends over, flipping Williams over the top rope and into the cage protecting the crowd, with a huge back body drop. Williams goes crashing down to the cement on the outside, headfirst, as more blood starts to trickle down his face. He isn't moving as Frost springboards over the top rope, landing on his two feet on the outside. He slowly walks over to the fallen Williams, but instead of covering him, he grabs him up by his blood soaked hair, standing him on his own two feet. Frost leans him up against the cage, as Williams is out on his feet. Frost turns, reaching under the ring and grabbing a steel chair out. He holds it up in the air with one hand as the fans cheer loudly. Falcoon - Oh god, no... Frost rears the chair back over his head and swings as hard as he can, Williams is able to move as he falls down to the floor and Frost strikes the cage with the chair, missing his mark. Williams is still dazed, on all fours, and Frost quickly brings the chair down to Jesse's back, sending him face first down on the cement. Puddles of blood start to form as Frost launches the chair into the ring. He reaches down, grabbing Williams by the back of his head and dragging him towards the ring. Williams body is semi-limp, so Frost has to lift him up and slide him into the ring completely with his own might. Frost slides in after, standing proud in the ring. Falcoon - This is ridiculous...Jesse is gonna be...gone... Burst - I can't wait! Frost lifts Jesse up by his arm looking him dead in his eyes. He again whips Jesse into the ropes, but when Jesse returns he flys high into the air and connects with a HUGE clothesline that knocks Frost down. Burst - WHAT THE SHIT! Williams lays on his back catching his breath, while Frost is back on his feet in seconds. He walks over to the fallen Williams grabbing him by his legs and dragging him to the center of the ring. He grapevines Jesse's legs and turns him over, locking him into a Sharpshooter. Burst - Kiss your precious Mexican goodbye! Falcoon - THIS CAN'T HAPPEN! Williams screams in pain as Frost sits back on the sharpshooter. Blood pours from the face of Jesse Williams, filling his mouth to the point where as he screams blood is coming from almost every orafice on his face. He reaches out towards the ropes, but he is so far away. Jesse keeps screaming loudly, to the point where he is louder than the fans. He digs his fingers deep into the canvas as he tries to dig his way towards the ropes. His fingertips start to bleed, but he starts to reverse the momentum and inches his way to the ropes. The fans continue cheering for Frost as he once again regains control as he sits even further back on the Sharpshooter. Williams stops his movement and screams in pain, blood continues to cover his face. Burst - Just tap out you mexican! Jesse tries to push himself up in a pushup position and fling Frost off of him, but Frost barely moves. As Williams pushes up, he increases the angle that Frost is cranking his legs back to. Jesse starts to crawl to the ropes, extending his arm out as he is inches away now. Falcoon - He's right there! GRAB THE ROPES JESSE! Burst - NO! FUCK YOU! JESSE TAP OUT! Jesse's finger tips are right above the rope, when suddenly he gets dragged back into the middle of the ring by Frost. Burst - Hahahaha! It's over now! Williams buries his head into the mat. Blood stains the ring as Williams' cuts have not stopped bleeding yet. He doesn't scream in pain as he looks up, as he is on the verge of passing out. He looks for the ropes, but they are way out of reach. He extends his arms once last time, and he feels cool steel on his palms. He grabs the steel chair and drags it closer to him. Burst - FROST LOOK OUT! Williams flings the chair backwards, nailing Frost in the back of the head as it clanks off his head and falls from the grasp of Jesse's hands and to the ring again. Frost breaks the hold, falling face first to the mat grasping the back of his head. Burst - DAMNIT! NO! Falcoon - YES! GET UP JESSE! Burst - I bet he can't even walk. Williams still lays face down on the mat. Frost is slow to recover, as he is only to one knee. Williams gets a second wind as he pushes himself up in a push-up position up to all fours. He coughs heavily, then he spits a large glob of blood out onto the mat. Burst - Ewww! Mexican Cooties! He pushes himself up to one knee as Frost is now back on his feet. He turns back around, to see Williams kneeling now on both knees. Jesse's face is completely covered in blood, and Frost comes up from behind him. He grabs Jesse by the hair and lifts him back up to his feet, turning him around so he faces him. Williams counters though, with a swift knee to the midsection. He grabs the head of Frost and lifts him into the air, then crashes his head down onto the steel chair with a Impact DDT right in the middle of the ring. Burst - NO NO NO! Williams rolls over Frost, as blood streams from above Frost's left eyebrow. Burst - NOOOOOOO! The referee drops into place as Williams lays an arm over Frost's chest. 1...2...thr- kickout by Frost! Burst - Wheewww! That was close! Williams lays on the mat, breathing heavily, not knowing what he has to do to win this match. He grabs the bottom rope as he pulls himself up off the mat. Frost's second wind immediately kicks in, as he sits straight up as if a robot. He pushes himself up to his feet with a quick hop in his step, and he waits out of view of Williams. Jesse is now on his feet, pulling himself up with the top rope. Frost still lurks behind him, and as Williams turns around Frost side-steps towards him and NAILS him with a Superkick to the jaw, sending blood halfway across the mat as Williams falls through the ropes, to the cement floor on the outside. The fans cheer loudly as Frost raises his arms, while Williams lays unconscious on the floor. Burst - I need to start doing my vocal warm-ups...ahem....Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Doooooooooo Dooooo Ti La So Fa Mi Re Doooooo! Falcoon - God, I hate you! Frost gloats to the fans, taking his time as he steps through the ropes to the outside apron. He stands, looking down at Williams who is just starting to stir. Frost hops down to the cement floor, bending over as he talks shit in Jesse's ear. From under the ring, Frost pulls out two panes of glass, measuring six feet long by three feet wide. The fans flip out as Frost holds the panes over his head and slide them into the ring on top of each other. Falcoon - This isn't funny anymore! He isn't going to just end the career of Jesse in OWF..he's going to end his life! He reaches under the ring once more, pulling a single chair and tossing it over the top rope. Williams is sitting up now as Frost slides himself into the ring. The fans start a chant of "Fuck that Mexican! Fuck that Mexican!". Burst - Fuck that mexican! Fuck that mexican! Falcoon - HE'S NOT MEXICAN! Frost grabs both steel chairs, opening them up and setting them about six feet apart, facing each other. Williams pulls himself up on the apron and is about halfway into the ring as Frost picks up the panes of glass, laying them across the chairs. Williams is completely in the ring, and on one knee when Frost turns to him and meets him with a sharp right to the jaw. As he lifts Williams to his feet, he pushes Jesse back into the corner near where he set up the glass pane. Frost headbutts Jesse, but Jesse doesn't seem phased. He does it again, and this time it dazzes Williams. Frost lifts him up to a sitting position on the top turnbuckle. Frost climbs up to the top rope, pulling Jesse up to the top rope with him. Falcoon - This is getting insane Nick! Burst is seen on the phone. He takes it away from his ear for a second. Burst - Wha- what was that? Sorry! I'm taking reservations for Jesse's going away party! He puts the phone back to his ear. Burst - Party of Sixteen!? GREAT! See you there! He hangs up the phone. Burst - Yeah, so. What's up. Falcoon - ...Die. Frost hooks Williams for a belly to belly suplex, but Williams hooks his legs onto the top turnbuckle. Frost can't flip him backwards and instead, Williams pushes with all his might as Frost loses his footing. Burst - OH GOD NO! Frost falls and lands right on the glass panes, but they only crack. They do not shatter. A few shards cut into the back of Frost as he is stunned. Falcoon - NICK! LOOK! Williams leaps off the top rope, he flips frontward and comes crashing down on Frost with a Swanton bomb as the glass disintegrates into millions of pieces and glass dust is blown into the air. Falcoon - YES YES YES!!! Burst - DON'T COUNT THAT! HE CHEATED! Williams crawls over to Frost, both men are bleeding severely. Williams lays his mangled arm over Frost as the referee drops into place. Burst - I SAID DOOOON'T! ...1...2...3!!! Falcoon - YES!!!!!!!!!!!! AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Uncle Bo - YO! DWEEEEENER IS JESSAY WILLUMPS!! Burst - FUCK! The fans boo loudly as the referee holds up the arm of Jesse Williams. EMT's rush the ring, followed in suit by Chris Green coming to the aide of Jesse Williams. Burst - This sucks! The EMT's start to move Williams, they try to put him on a gurney, but Williams pushes them away with the help of Green. Green lifts Jesse up, slinging his arm over his shoulder and walking him over to the lifeless Frost. Falcoon - NAH NAH NAH NAAAAH...NAH NAH NAH NAAAAH...HEEEEEY HEEEEEY HEEEEEEY! GOOOOOODBYE! Burst - THATS MY SONG! Green looks down, spitting on top of Frost as Green helps Williams through the ropes. Both men are pelted with garbage, as they make their way to the back. EMT's strap Frost to a gurney and start to wheel him out of the arena, as complete silence falls over the crowd. Burst - I can't believe this shit! CJ is screwin over the OWF! Diamond Kid is seen sitting on a scaffold backstage. In his hand he still holds Chase's cell phone, clearly he is trying to stay away from CJ while he is snooping on his phone. He keeps pressing buttons, eventually getting fed up. Prez DK - Fuck this. I KNOW he's Imperium! DK lays the phone on the edge of the scaffold as he pulls himself down onto the ladder and climbs down from the fifteen foot scaffold. As he plants his feet on the ground, he yanks the ladder off its hinges by accident as it comes crashing down with a huge thud. CJ walks around the corner, still looking for his phone. DK notices him, and runs off in the other direction, disappearing behind a travel box. Prez CJ - Where the fuck is my- "You're a big fine woman, won't you back that ass up!" ..those lyrics are heard, along with the full song "Back That Ass Up" by Juvenile. Chase smiles. Prez CJ - THATS MY RINGTONE! Where's my fucking phone! He walks around, looking for where the music is coming from. He looks up, noticing his ringing cell phone on the edge of the scaffold. Prez CJ - How the hell do I get up there?! CJ looks around, seeing no way to possibly get up there. Suddenly, his eyebrows raise. He reaches into his pants pocket, pulling out a roll of Mentos. He unwraps the end, and pops one into his mouth as the jingle for the song starts up. "It doesn't matter what comes, fresh goes better in life, and Mentos is fresh and full of life." A smile comes across his face as he puts the Mentos back into his pocket, and he starts walking away from the scaffold and towards the exit. He pushes the door open, sticking his head outside. Standing by the door, is three mexican men, all smoking cigarettes. CJ whistles at them. Prez CJ - Que Paso! Hola! Mexican 1 - Hola! Prez CJ - Tu hablas ingles? Mexican 2 - Si. Prez CJ - Okay. I have this problem, and I heard you guys will do ANYTHING for money. Mexican 1 - Si! Prez CJ - Come with me! "Nothing gets to you, staying fresh staying cool, with Mentos, fresh and full of life." The jingle continues as CJ pushes the door wide open as the three mexicans flick their cigarettes to the ground. They all walk inside, following behind CJ back towards the Scaffold. CJ stops infront of it, pointing up to his phone. Prez CJ - La Telefonica! Mexican 1 - Si! Prez CJ - Well, Yo quiero! Chop chop! The mexicans look at each other and then up at the phone. They look for a ladder, but the only one leading up to the top of the scaffold is broken. Mexican 1 - Dinero? Prez CJ - Oh, money! Here! CJ reaches into his pocket, pulling out a wad of money. The mexicans all stop and stare as Chase counts off three hundred dollars and hands each of them a hundred dollar bill. Prez CJ - VAMINOS! The mexicans put the money into their pocket and stare back up at the scaffold. The three speak in spanish to each other, then the first walks over to under the scaffold. He seperates his legs to shoulder width and places his hands on the steel scaffold. The next mexican walks up behind him and starts to climb up his body. CJ leans his back up against the cement wall, with a smile on his face. The second mexican stands on the shoulders of the first, grabbing onto the steel scaffold. He is just out of reach of the phone, so the third mexican starts to scale up the other two. CJ can't help but laugh as the third mexican starts to make the other two shake with the immense weight they are bearing. The third reaches up and grabs the phone, as soon as he does though, the bottom mexican loses his grip and all three go falling to the ground on top of each other. CJ busts out laughing as he walks over to where the three mexicans are laying. Mexican 1 - Ay de mio! CJ reaches down, grabbing the phone out of the hand of the third mexican. He turns around and looks right into the camera as he pulls out the pack of Mentos again. Just then, the Mentos gingle can be heard still playing in the background. "Fresh goes better, Mentos freshness, fresh goes better with Mentos, fresh and full of life!" CJ pops one into his mouth and looks at the camera. CJ stands still, as if the frame froze, as he holds the Mentos label towards the camera and another voice over comes, with the logo of the Mentos brand on the screen. "Mentos: The Fresh Maker!" Toby Wilks just then walks by, seeing CJ staring into the camera- motionless. Falcoon - Oh my god.. I feel sooo retarded right now. Burst - You could use a mentos! Toby approaches the camera slowly, he says nothing at first... Finally after 10 seconds of blankly looking into the camera, CJ interupts him. Prez CJ - Hey ahh.. What.. What are you d.. Toby pulls a 9mm pistol from his coat and raises it to his head. Prez CJ - Wait I... With only a second to react CJ tries to stop him... Wilks - FUCK YOU .. ALL! BOOM! End transmission. .... .... .... Seconds later the a message appears across the screen. "Due to unfortunate circumstances OWF Power Hour will not air until OWF legal has cleared it. Thank you for your patience." The message scrolls over and over the screen leaving you with dead air.. |
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