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Falcoon - Shit Nick. Burst - What....did we just see? Falcoon - I think Toby just- I think he blew his.... Burst - Did he fucking just kill himself? Falcoon - If that was what I think it was, we're in a lot of trouble, Nick. Burst - You don't mean...we'll be out of jobs.....AGAIN? Gordie, what do we do?! I HAVE A HOUSE TO PAY FOR! Falcoon - I'm afraid it may be out of our hands now. Burst - Ugh! Falcoon - Well, lets go to Bo for possibly the LAST match in OWF History...and what a doozy it's gonna be. Nick can be heard crying as Bo gets into the ring. The fans chant "You fat fuck! You fat fuck!". Uncle Bo - YOOOOOOO! SUDZDAHELL LUP YOU VULCAN GREMLINALS! A chant of "What you say? What you say?" starts up! Uncle Bo - ANNEX MATCHUH ISFUR DAHHH ROLLLWLFFF WURLD, NEWYORK, AN-TAG TITTIES! CUMING TOOTHERING FURST..YER NEWTORCH CHAPSTICK! APHRO'MERICAN YOURHAND! The lights dim in the arena as a wind picks up through out the sound-system. The wind continues to blow as a piano starts up, heavy cords over-taking it shortly. Soon, the hard guitars and drums of Cradle of Filth’s “Her Ghost In The Fog” pick up. Smoke billows around the entrance, spotlights flickering wildly through-out the theatre before focusing in on the center of the stage, the fog thickening. The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait Slowly, a silhouette begins to appear, still draped in the fog. The figure is slender and still, one hand on her hip, the other hanging loosely at her side. Dark liquored eyes: an Arabian
nightmare… The fog dissipates slowly as Aphrodisia Jordan steps forth through its thickness, drawing from a cigarette before flicking it down to the floor of the ramp, pacing towards the ring, in no rush to get there. Her body was clad in a pair of black jeans, held up by a studded belt. A black halter top covered her upper body, leaving the tattoos and scars that littered her arms, midriff, neck and chest exposed. Her facial piercings were absent, however. Putting reason to flight, or to death as
their way Aphrodisia moves into the ring and hovers in her corner, sapphire eyes forward and blank, jaw set and ready to brawl. Uncle Bo - Heerp-raunter....HEES DA ROLLWWLF WURLD LEVYGATE SHRIMPRUN! FURM WIFESBURROW, NEWHAWK D..RACOOOOOOONNNNNNN!. The arena is plunged into darkness. The crowd goes to a silence as the big screen flickers to life. It shows nothing, but static. Over the PA notes are hear being played on a piano. A guitar soon is heard in the background. The piano is cut off abruptly and replaced by a screaming voice. PA System - Breakdown! The lights flare up as the scream ends. The music getting heavier and faster. The screen shows images of Draco in various matches. Some him flying through the air crashing on an opponent. Another him hitting a high impact move. Another shows him holding a title above his head covered in his own blood from head to toe. Let the fun and games begin The lights start to flicker as one final image stays on the screen. Draco standing there with no shirt on. His ice blue eyes look forward with no emotion in them. His thin white scars start to bleed as he runs a hand across his chest. The camera zooms in to see the scars. ‘NO HOPE’. The image holds as Draco walks out onto the ramp. He stands there rubbing his taped wrists. Heaven is on the way Draco enters the ring with the blank expression on his face as he leans on the ropes next to Aphrodisia. The two huddle up and start to talk strategy, as they both hold their belts respectively in their hands. Falcoon - Man, I can't wait for the belt to come home with Imperium! Burst - Pft! How is that gonna happen! ANGEL HAS TO BE DRACO'S BODY GUARD! Falcoon - Not during the match! Burst - Yes sir! Falcoon - Nuh uh! Burst - Uh huh! Falcoon - NUH uh! Burst - UH huh! Falcoon - Noooo!! Burst - Yesss- Uncle Bo - WHADYDYDYYAYYAAAAA SHAQ-THA HELMUTT! THERE ROPE-RODENTS..FURST..FURM..TOREONTO CANADIA...GROMMHAF OF THA RAG-REAM CRAMPLEANS...PRAAAAAAAUUGGEEE!!! The arena goes entirely dark and then the drum rolls of Down with the Sickness is heard throughout the arena. The words The Plague Has Struck appears on the titantron, each word at a time. Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah The man slowly looks up and begins his walk down to the ring. Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Looking at my own reflection When he's about halfway, he breaks into a sprint and slides under the bottom rope. Plague raises up to his knees and then raises up and walks over to his corner. Get up, come on get down with the sickness He stops there for a moment before bracing one hand on the turnbuckle and then seamlessy jumping and landing cross legged on the turnbuckle. He stares across the ring as Draco and Aphro stare back at him. Plague has his title draped over his shoulder casually. Burst - Uh huh! Falcoon - Shaddap already. Burst - I WIN!! Falcoon - Whatever, I'll be winning when Imperium invites me to their after-party! Burst - Afterparty...I...wanna go. Uncle Bo - YOOOOOOOO MEETOOH! Falcoon - ANNOUNCE ANGEL AND MAYBE YOU CAN GO! Burst - How about me? Falcoon - You'll have to ask Jesse! Burst - Awwwllllll! Uncle Bo - FINE-ALLEY! THE OTTER RAFT OF THA ROLWWLF MAGAZINE CLAMPTYE-ON'S...FURM SMEEETHTURN NEWARK......ANGLEEE!!! The soft, yet haunting piano melodies of The Coming Curse by Iced Earth calmly resonate from the speakers. As the sound fills the arena, a faint beam of golden light shines on the entrance. There are a few moments of silence as the piano continues, then the distorted guitars kick in and flames shoot up lining the ramp. Angel slowly walks out, observing his surroundings and not phased by the crowds reaction. He continues to the ring in this same manner, and only when he is in the middle of the ring for a few moments does the music stop, echoing throughout the arena. He tolds the belt in his hand, as he stands next to Plague. Bo exits the ring, very slowly and lands on the outside. He starts walking to his seat when suddenly Draco then exits the ring and walks over to Bo, grabbing a hold of the microphone. Uncle Bo - YOOOO WHAAADDYAAAA TAKEMY DYKERODOME FUR?!?! Draco - SHUT UP YOU FAT FUCK! Draco yanks it from his hands and he quickly slides into the ring. He has a slight grin on his face as he starts into the eyes of Angel. Draco - Angel, Angel, Angel! You haven't forgotten about our little agreement, have you? You know, where you have to be my bodyguard and all? The fans pop loudly at this as Angel gets a furious look on his face. The referee grabs a hold of both Tag Titles from Angel and Plague, then walks over, grabbing the Network and World Titles from Draco and Aphrodisia. He steps through the ropes and places all four belts on the time keepers table next to Bo. He then slides back into the ring. Aphrodisia steps to the outside as Draco still holds the microphone. Angel still stands in the center of the ring. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Plague steps towards Draco. Draco - WHOA WHOA! Better stop him Angel! Angel extends his arm, stopping Plague from walking forward. The fans cheer loudly. Falcoon - What the- Burst - Angel is a man of his word! Draco - I knew you'd follow through, Angel.. Draco walks up close to Angel as Plague is in Angel's face, talking smack. Draco - You sure are a man of your- Angel rears back and nails Draco with a right to the jaw, sending him down to the mat as the fans boo loudly. Plague smiles and exits to his corner of the ring. Falcoon - Good 'ol Angel! Remember folks...This is an elimination style tag team match. Winner walks out with all four belts. Of course, the winner can choose whomever they want as their Tag Team Partner. Burst - You'd assume it'd be their parners now, dumbass. Angel wastes no time, laying a legdrop across the neck of the fallen Draco. Draco gasps for air as Angel hooks his leg, covering him..1..tw- kickout by Draco. Angel quickly picks up Draco by his hair, bringing him to his corner and pushing him up against the turnbuckle. He brings a knee up to his stomach, followed by a elbow to the side of the head before he tags in Plague. Plague enters the ring and he grabs Dracos right arm. Angel grabs Draco's left. With all their might, they irish whip Draco into the opposite corner. Draco smacks his shoulder blade area hard and his head whips back as he falls face first to the mat. The referee makes Angel get out of the ring, as Plague walks over to attack the fallen Draco. He stomps the back of his head as Draco tries to sheild himself from the strikes. Plague stomps once more before he reaches down and lifts Draco up by his arm. He lifts him up, and slams him down quickly with a textbook scoop slam. Plague drops down to his knees and covers Draco. 1...2- kickout by Draco. Plague pounds the mat, then pushes himself up to his feet. He bends over and he picks up Draco by his hair. He grabs his head into a front face lock, attempting a DDT, but Draco blocks it. He pushes with all his might and slams Plague into the turnbuckle, but Plague doesn't let go. Then out of nowhere, Aphrodisia strikes Plague in his right temple, breaking his concentration. Draco backs out into the center of the ring, still in the front face lock, but he lifts Plague and flips him up over his back with a perfectly executed Northern Lights Suplex. Draco bridges his back and pins Plague...1...2...kickout by Plague! Burst - It was almost two on one there! Falcoon - Nuh uh! Burst - Uh huh! Falcoon - No! Draco quickly hops to his feet, walking gingerly towards his corner where he tags in Aphrodisia. She springboards over the top rope as Plague gets to all fours, and she runs towards him. She jumps into the air, placing her left foot on Plagues back and using it as a springboard as she extends her body and drop kicks Angel off the canvas on the outside, into the cage. The fans go nuts as Aphrodisia hops right up to see Plague on one knee. She helps Plague up to his feet where she hooks up him for a suplex. She whips him up straight into the air, holding him for a few seconds. She walks around in a circle for a few seconds, showing off her strength. Burst - Look at that power! Just then, Angel slides into the ring and nearly cuts Aphrodisia in half with a Spear. Plague falls to the mat, but is able to absorb the blow with his arms and legs. The referee forces Angel out of the ring. Falcoon - Look at that TEAMWORK! Burst - Pft! That's the only way Imperium can win! Falcoon - ....It's a damn Tag Match, Nick! Burst - Excuses, Excuses! Aphrodisia rolls around on her back as Plague stands, using the ropes as a crutch as he stumbles to his corner. Angel extends his hand and Plague tags him in. Plague falls to the mat, rolling out under the bottom rope and laying on the canvas as he catches his breath. Angel walks into the ring, looking down at Aphrodisia who is on one knee right now. Angel grabs her by the hair and goes to lift a knee into her face, but she grabs his leg. She quickly gets to her feet, lifting Angel's leg up to a 90 degree angle. He hops on his left foot as she lifts her free hand to her lips and blows a kiss at Angel as she quickly brings her right leg up to kick Angel in the crotch. Angel saw it coming and grabbed Aphrodisia's leg. Now both competitors had a hold of each others right leg, and both were hopping up and down trying to keep their balance. The two stood in the stalemate for a few more seconds before Aphrodisia jumped up into the air, executing a back flip while kicking Angel right in the jaw sending him stumbling backwards and out through the middle and top ropes. His right leg gets caught between the middle and top rope as he falls through and he dangles with his head only inches from the floor. The blood quickly rushes to his head. Draco wastes no time and jumps off the apron and runs towards Angel. He starts to lay boot after boot into the midsection of the dangling Angel. Plague is now recovered and he stops Draco's attack on Angel with a stiff forearm to the back of Draco's head which sends him to the ground. Plague reaches up, freeing Angel's leg from the ropes as he crashes to the floor. He helps Angel up to his feet as both men start to lay boots into Draco. Aphrodisia is only on one knee and she cannot see what is happening to Draco. Falcoon - Yeah! Kick Draco's ass! Burst - Pft! Dirty tactics! I hate 'em! Plague and Angel pick Draco up by each arm as Angel tucks his head between his legs. He picks him up into a powerbomb position as Plague grabs his neck. Falcoon - YES! Burst - DAMNIT APHRO! GET UP! NOTHING EVEN HAPPENED TO YOU! Damn women! Plague falls down to the cement as Angel throws Draco down, completing their finisher The Crucifixion. Draco's head slams off the cement as both members of Exile look accomplished. They both turn back to the ring, but as soon as they do they find themselves on the receiving end of a suicide plancha at the hands of Aphrodisia, sending all three competitors to the cement floor. The fans go nuts, shaking the cage wildly. All four wrestlers are down on the outside as the referee doesn't know what to do. Aphrodisia starts to stir first as she grabs onto the ring apron and pulls her self up onto the canvas and slides her way into the ring. She props her back up against the corner as he catches her breath while Angel begins to stir on the outside. He is able to lock his fingers around the chain link fence and pull himself up to his feet. He limps a bit towards the ring, grabbing onto the bottom rope as he slides himself, too, into the ring. Draco is now on all fours, still holding the back of his head and his neck area as Plague has gotten himself up to both knees, shaking his head in an attempt to fix his blurred vision. Angel pushes himself up to his feet as Aphrodisia grabs onto the top rope, yanking herself up into a standing position. The two stare at each other before charging each other. Angel goes for a clothesline, but Aphrodisia ducks and reaches up, grabbing Angels head from behind. She falls backwards, bringing Angel down with her into a Neckbreaker. She covers him..1...2..kickout! Plague stands up to his feet on the outside as Draco is almost to his feet. Plague walks over to Draco, grabbing him by the hair and irish whipping him towards the cell. Draco, reverses and flings Plague towards it, but Plague reverses and sends Draco back first into the side of the ring. Aphrodisia and Angel lay side by side in the ring, gasping for air while Plague approaches Draco. Draco quickly nails Plague with a surprise left that stuns Plague, he stumbles back and Draco charges. He puts his shoulder into Plague's midsection and pushes him as hard as he can up against the cage. Plague's head and back smack off the cage as Draco keeps pushing him up against the cage. Plague brings to elbows down to Draco's back, then grabs his head. He tucks it down between his legs. Without hesitation, Plague wraps his arms around Draco's wasit and he lifts him up into a powerbomb position. Burst - OH not again! Falcoon - Yes yes! Break him in half! Plague holds him up for a few seconds, giving Draco time to grab onto the cage. Plague can't slam him down, so he lets go as Draco hangs on the side of the cage. He sticks the toes of his boots into the chain linked fencing and he starts to climb up away from Plague. Falcoon - Where the hell is he going? It's not a damn cage match! PLUS! It's caged at the top, anyways! Burst - Watch and learn! Aphrodisia is now back to her feet but Angel is not. She positions him adjacent to the corner and quickly hops up to the top rope. He jumps off, flipping frontward and attempt The Kiss of Death. Angel gets his knees up, and Aphrodisia comes crashing down onto the knees, which smash into her face and her ribs. She jumps straight up, standing as she checks for blood. Angel jumps up as Aphrodisia catches a second wind and charges him. They both go for a cross body block, but they meet in the air with their heads and bust each other wide open. The fall to the mat, not moving an inch as the referee checks on them. Plague looks up at Draco who is almost to the top of the cage as the fans are going nuts. They are shaking the cage, which is making Draco's climb very difficult but they don't seem to care. Plague wastes no time following Draco up the cage. Burst - Dumbass canadian! Where is he going? Falcoon - Following Draco! Burst - Figures...Canadians are always behind Americans in trends and actions. Falcoon - Riiiight. Burst - It's like a six-year conversion period. Right now, Canada is all about KoRn and Limp Bizkit; but just they wait until nu-metal becomes horrible metal and all the wrestlers come out to "Rollin" by Limp Bizkit! Falcoon - You okay buddy? Burst - Much better now. Draco gets to the top of the cage and he looks down at Plague who is quickly scaling up the side. The cage rattles as the prisoners shake it violently. Draco starts to dangle off the top of the cage and make his way towards the center of the ring. His shoulder suddenly pops and his left hand releases from the cage. He nearly falls to the floor, but he still holds on with his right hand. Plague gets to the top and looks at Draco who dangles by his one arm as he faces Plague. Aphrodisia starts to stir at about this point while Angel is slower to recover. She lays her arm on the chest of Angel...the referee drops into place...1...2..kickout by Angel! Meanwhile, Plague lets go of his left hand's grip on the cage and then swings himself around so his back faces the cell and he faces Draco. He grabs onto the cage with his left hand and holds himself up tight. Burst - What the hell is he gonna do!? Plague jumps off, spearing Draco in mid-air. Both men go crashing into the cage, which comes off it's hingles. The panel falls on top of the crowd and both men bounce four feet into the air on impact. Falcoon - OH MY GOD! Burst - FUCK! WHAT A DUMBASS! The referee jumps out of the ring to check on the two men as EMT's rush out to remove the cage and check on the prisoners. Riot squads move in to subdue the prisoners as they start to move them back to their cells. Aphrodisia sees Angel is still down and again she sets him up adjacent to the turnbuckle. Angel is out cold though. She quickly jumps up to the top rope and faces the center of the ring. The referee sees both men are out cold as he checks on them both, EMT's give the referee a no-sign, signifying the exit of Draco and Plague from the match. Burst - That was expected! Uncle Bo - YOOOOO PRAUGE ANT DERACOON ARF LIMBERNATED! Aphrodisia jumps off, flipping frontward and nailing The Kiss of Death on Angel. She hooks the leg of Angel, but the referee is nowhere to be found. Burst - JESUS REF! GET IN THE RING! ........1...2...3! IT'S OVER! Falcoon - Calm down, Nick. Look, here he comes! The referee slides in and starts the count...1...2..thr- KICKOUT! Burst - BASTARD! BASTARD, BASTARD, BASTARD! Aphrodisia pounds the mat and gets into the referee's face. She grabs him by the collar and he yells at him for not coming back quicker. Then behind the referee she sees Draco getting carted off. She gets worried and walks to the corner stepping up to the second rop to get a birds-eye view of Draco. She cannot see very well. Suddenly, from behind Angel grabs both of her arms up and takes her off the turnbuckle. Burst - NO NO! Angel slams her down, nailing Angel's Redemption right in the center of the ring. He covers her in his sitout position as the referee drops into place...1...2... Burst - DAMNIT! NO! ...3! Uncle Bo - YOOOOOOO! DAWEINER AND NEWTTTTT WURLD LEMMYWINK CAMPINGTRIP.......ANGELLLLL!! Falcoon - YES! HE DID IT! YES YES YES! Burst - Oh god damnit. See you soon Toby Wilks. The referee hops out of the ring and walks over to the announcers table. He grabs all four of the belts and walks back to the ring. He slides in and pushes himself up to his feet as he is met by a standing Angel. He hands Angel all four belts as the fans boo loudly. Burst - Uh, I think we caused a riot! Falcoon - Fans, we have to get out of here! It's getting cra- The sound cuts out, but the cameras stay on a bit longer. The prisoners start to shake the cage violently again...Angel quickly exits the ring, without celebrating, going to check on Plague. Plague is on a stretcher at this point, about to be wheeled off. Angel walks through the gaping hole in the cell, heading for Plague who is about to be put into an ambulance. Angel jogs as he hooks the World, Network and one half of the Tag Titles on his right arm and holds one half of the Tag Titles in his left. The cage starts to fall apart as Riot Police move in, again and subdue the prisoners. Angel catches up to the stretcher and he drapes the Tag Title over his fallen friend and gets into the ambulance with him as the picture finally cuts out to the Power Hour logo, followed by the OWF logo. |
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