Post by lajohnnystylez on Jun 28, 2022 2:51:29 GMT -5
Welcome 2 The $HoW! |
"State of MY HEAD" by SHineDOWN plays as the screen goes from black to fuzzy to an empty Outlaw Pro Wrestling ring. Then as the song speeds up so do the people whom are there putting the ring together and setting the up the stage area bringing Monday Night Showcase to life. WHen the song gets to the first major guitar rhiff we cut to some highlighted OPW Action that we have seen on ShowCa$e and OPW programs...
H.B.O.
PRoUDLY F'N PR3SeNTZ
!!! MONDAY NIGHT $howCa$e !!!
PRoUDLY F'N PR3SeNTZ
!!! MONDAY NIGHT $howCa$e !!!
We see a shot of Stephen Stratford standing over LA Johnny Stylez with both OPW Immortal World Heavyweight Title Belts
We See LA Johnny Stylez Standing In The Middle of The Entrance Ramp During The Opening Moments of OPW's First SHow IN OVER A YEAR LAST WEEK
We See Xavier Wolf and Stephen Stratford Charging At One Another on WHat Was Thought To Be The Last Episode of Monday Night Showca$e
We see Tommy Kain Destroying Jesse Styles With A Steel Chair
We See APATHY DRILLING BRANDON MOORE WITH HER "AFFLICTION DDT"!!!
We see Jason Ryan Hit His Finisher On Apathy
AdrennaLynn Hit Her Finisher on KOP
We See CHRIS GIBSON ATTACKING JASON RYAN ON THE ENTRANCE RAMP AFTER WINNING THE PRESTIGE TITLE LAST WEEK
We see Shots Of ANICKA SWAN, Apathy, LISA MARIE ASHTON, Noelle Rivers, Miss Michelle, Necra Octavian Kane, AdreNNaLyNN, Posing During Their Respective Ring Entrances.
We see Scotty Adams Ripping Off The KORRUPT MASK WHILE JAYSON VIOLENCE LOOKS ON IN HORROR AS THE CROWD GOES BANANA SAMMICH!!!
We See THE CROWD GO WILD AS MISS MICHELLE AND PAUL MONTOURI STAND OVER THE CAFFINE MAFIA
We See Christian Rivers Kicking Eddie Havok In The Face While Insurgence Holds Him Down.
We See Eoin O'Rourke Nail Eddie Havok In The Face With A Pump Kick
We See HUNTER VALENTYNE PUT NECRA OCTAVIAN KANE IN A SUBMISSION HOLD ONTOP OF JOHNNY STYLEZ DESK
We See Miss Michelle Rip Her Mardi Gras Mask Off During Her Debut
We See Dark Tiger Drill Aleister Davison With The Tower Of London
We See Stephen Stratford Ram His Barbwire Bat INto The Throat of Damon Riggs
We See AUSTIN RAMSAY AND TODRICK TABOR HOP THE GUARDRAIL AND BEGIN TO CIRCLE PMONT LIKE SHARKS
We See Stephen Stratford Rip El Gran Luchadore's Mask Off IN The Stairway2Heaven Match Revealing Him To be PAUL MONTOURI
We See Roger Wright Drop Miss Michelle WITH THE WRIGHT STUFF
We See Necra Octavian Kane Drill Jason Ryan With Her My Fair Lady Spinning UNprettier
We See Roger Wright Drop Johnny With The Wright Stuff
...Once
...TwiCe
...AND THEN A THIRD TIME
Only To Immediatley Switch To Johnny Jumping On Roger ANd Pounding Him
And Then A Shot At Johnny Drilling Roger With The Insult-2-Injury During Tag Wars.
Then As The Song Winds Down We Go Through A Quick Cycle As Each Championship Title Plate Flashes On Screen
First Prestige- JASON RYAN DEMANDING THE REF RAISE HIS HAND THE MOMENT HE CLIMBED DOWN FROM THE LADDER WITH THE PRESTRIGE TITLE IN HIS HAND
We See MISS MICHELLE POSING HOLDING THE XTRADITION TITLE IN THE AIT WHILE SHE HOLDS UP THREE FINGERS
THE XKoRe WE SEE Hunter Valentyne from Necra's Point of View From The Ground As SHe Watched Hunter Valentyne Be Awarded His 2nd OPW XKoRe Championship
OPW IMMORTAL TAG TEAM TITLES- WE SEE The CROWD ERUPT AS ADRENNALYNN AND LISA MARIE ASHTON EMBRACE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING AFTER MAKING OPW HISTORY AND WINNING THEIR 3rd OPW IMMORTAL WORLD TAG TEAM TITLE
OPW LEGACY CHAMPIONSHIP WE SEE A FAST MONTAGE OF OPW's and FIGHT'S SHOW OPENERS AND FAMILIAR FACES and WE THEN SEE APATHY HOLDING HER RIB CAGE WHILE YANKING THE BRAND NEW LEGACY CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE BELT AWAY FROM SENIOR OFFICAL DEVIN STONE HOLDING IT IN THE AIR AS THE CROWD RECIEVES HER WARMLY
AND FINALLY THE OPW IMMORTAL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP WHICH THEN SWITCHES TO THE MOMENT STEPHEN STRATFORD TASTED THE FRUITS OF HIS LABOR AS HE WAS HANDED THE OPW TRIPLE SKULL IMMORTAL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE BELT WHILE XAVIER WOLF LIES ON THE GROUND COVERING UP THE SYNDICATE'S LOGO ON THE DRUGZ SEX AND ROCK n ROLL LOGO
After that there is an
!!!!!!eXPLo$ioN!!!!!
And We Cut Live to inside the BARCLAY'S CENTER TO SAY THE VERY F'N LEAST IT IS At Capacity! The fans are going absolutley nuts as just as is the custom at all OPW Shows fans from the front fucking row all the way to the nosebleed brought their signs with them this evening supporting their favorite OPW COmpetitor or just to catch a laugh to get themselves on television for a moment. As the music continues to play we quickly cut around the arena and focus on a few of the best signs in the arena...
First One Says;
First One Says;
#OPWOWNZPROWRESTLING!!!
STEPHEN STRATFORD STILL RULEZ THE OUTLAW NATION
NYC WILL ALWAYS LOVE TO FiGHT
PMONT DON'T DESERVE GOAT
PLEASE COME HOME DRU WHITE
FUCK JOHNNY KILL ROGER MARRY ANICKA!!!
THE OFFICAL WRAP IT UP ALREADY JOHNNY SIGN
WELCOME HOME LMA
ADRENNALYNN NEEDS TO SWITCH TO MONSTER
WHO NEEDS DRUGS?...NO SERIOUSLY I HAVE DRUGS?!?
PMONT GOT SCREWED!
HUNTER VALENTYNE...REALLLY...REALLY?
#CAN'TKILLSCOTTYADAMS
AUSTIN RAMSAY + TODRICK TABOR = NEW IMMORTAL TAG CHAMPS!!!
DARK TIGER vs LONE WOLF WILL BE AN XKoRE WAR
REHIRE JAMES CENO...HAHAHA J/K!!!
OUTLAWZ FOREVER!!
Before we cut away to the broadcast team the camera finds at the top nosebleed section on the right side of the arena right above the entry way it says with a large draped cloth hanging over the bannister it says
~$~ THE COOL RIFLE SECTION ~$~
The screen then cuts away as we hear the voices of the Outlaw Pro Wrestling Broadcast team as we cut to them ringside where they are sitting at their broadcast desk. Taj Escobar looking rather dapper in his black suit with red tie and freshly shaven bald head, right next to him in the middle is Mason Moore who is wearing a pair of super short blue jean daisy duke shorts, and HeaVy i$ THE CROWN wifebeater, and a pair of chucks with black socks with white stripes at the top pulled all the way up to her knees. She is chewing gum and she no longer has her OPW BRAZZERS PORN-N-PROWRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP BELT slung over her shoulder. The song slowly fades out as the camera centers around the announcers who take their seats and this show is offically on the muddah phucking ROAD.
BooM BooM BooM BooM BOOM BooM BOOM BooM BOOM BooM BOOM BooM BOOM BooM BOOM BooM BOOM BooM BOOM BooM BOOM BooM
AND THEN ONE FINAL
!!!!!!!B.L.A.S.T.!!!!!!!!
The screen then cuts away as we hear the voices of the Outlaw Pro Wrestling Broadcast team as we cut to them ringside where they are sitting at their broadcast desk. Taj Escobar looking rather dapper in his black suit with red tie and freshly shaven bald head, right next to him in the middle is Mason Moore who is wearing a pair of super short blue jean daisy duke shorts, and HeaVy i$ THE CROWN wifebeater, and a pair of chucks with black socks with white stripes at the top pulled all the way up to her knees. She is chewing gum and she no longer has her OPW BRAZZERS PORN-N-PROWRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP BELT slung over her shoulder. The song slowly fades out as the camera centers around the announcers who take their seats and this show is offically on the muddah phucking ROAD.
BooM BooM BooM BooM BOOM BooM BOOM BooM BOOM BooM BOOM BooM BOOM BooM BOOM BooM BOOM BooM BOOM BooM BOOM BooM
AND THEN ONE FINAL
!!!!!!!B.L.A.S.T.!!!!!!!!
[ Taj Escobar ]:LADIES AND GENTLEMEN DO NOT ADJUST YOUR TV'S OR WHATEVER THE HELL YOU ARE WATCHING THIS ON...BECAUSE THiS IS PROOF! THE SECOND WEEK BACK IT MEANS IT iS TRUE OUTLAW PRO WRESTLING IS BACK!!!
[Mason Moore]: HELLZ YEAH IT IS TAJ MY DUDE! AND AS YOU WOULD EXPECT WE HAVE ALMOST COMPLETELY HIT THE GROUND RUNNING! IT MAY BE FRIDAY NIGHT BUT WE ARE JAM PACKED TO THE RAFTERS HERE IN THE BARCLAYS CENTER AS THE MEMBERS OF THE OUTLAW NATION HAVE COME OUT IN FORCE TO WATCH THE OPW ROSTER CAUSE A LIL BEDLAM IN THE CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS!!!
[ Taj Escobar ]: ASK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE MS. MOORE BECAUSE TONIGHT WE WILL AT SOME POINT GET A RULING WITH WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THE OPW IMMORTAL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! Last week before we went off the air our owner the most arrogant son of a bitch walking God's green earth was a mere moment away from awarding himself the OPW Immortal World Heavyweight Title much like he did with the OPW Immortal Tag Team Championships on the first ever episode of Monday Night SHoWCa$e!
[ Mason Moore ]: But just before Johnny could give himself WHAT HE DESERVES...The last man to wear the OPW Immortal World Championship CAME OUTTA FREAKIN NO WHERE AND DROPPED JOHNNY ON HIS ASS, AND WITHOUT SAYING A SINGLE WORD SENT A MESSAGE TO THE ENTIRE OUTLAW NATION AND THE ENTIRE WRESTLING WORLD THAT HE INTENDS FOR HIS REIGN TO CONTINUE!
[ Taj Escobar ]: Hopefully we will hear it from the horses mouth so to speak, but no one has seen or heard from S...I said no one has...WHat the hell is goin on here?
Suddenly the lights in the arena flicker until everything goes black. The only sound we hear is the sound of every man, woman and child in the Barclay's center screaming at the top of their lungs as suddenly a bolt of lighting strikes the OUTLAWtron and on each side of the OUTLAWtron is a pair of wings just like the ones OPW Immortal Champion Stephen Stratford is known for. BUt suddenly as the screen glitches the feathers from the wings begin to wilt until
[ The shot opens with serene white smoke billowing out into an empty, black space. A slow rhythmic beat of music is low in the mix, but there nonetheless, edging closer and louder as the smoke continues to build.
Static cuts through the screen and a fragmented polaroid image of a woman appears briefly. She has black wavy hair which frames a pale porcelain colored face. The image seems degraded, or saturated, and the only color that comes through is the stark pillarbox red stains her full, snarling, lips. We want to spend longer, looking at the detail, but before we get a chance, it flashes away again.
More smoke fills the space. The music grows louder still. This time it is another person who flickers into the shot. The hair is also black, but straight. The lips as thinner, drawn close, the shade of lipstick not quite so striking. The eye makeup a little more subtle. What stands out in this person is their striking gray eyes. And before you know it, it is gone again.
A black and white butterfly slowly flutters through the chaos, as the music softens briefly and then another image of the two people appears. This time they’re in the same photo, and the woman is holding out her hand as the butterfly slowly comes to rest on the tip of her polaroid finger.
More imagery begins to appear as the music starts building. A butcher’s knife crashing into uncooked red flesh, a marionette who’s eyes are crossed through dancing with a haunting asynchronous cadence to the sound that is almost deafening now, and finally a chess board.
The smoke begins the envelop the chess board as it becomes the focal point. We can see the mahogany pieces of the board, unwavering in their place, each a little more twisted and macabre than the last.
A large hand with an angel’s wing tattooed delicately in its purlicue reaches across and with it’s black-tipped forefinger and thumb takes a pawn into it’s possession. Another hand, a more delicate hand, with longer red fingernails sharpened to a point enters the frame and rests on top of the first hand, as the pawn is placed into its new position.
Gently, the smoke encompasses the chess board, the hands, and the entire space.
Two eyes blink open, and through the desaturated lens they start to emerge through the smoke until they are fully visible, steely gray and cold. The focal point of a sinister and all to familiar face. And then.. ]
TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF! TURN IT—
[ Queen Adreena’s “Xing Off The Days” cuts into the audio track, and the lights go black. Around the ring cellphone lights start flickering on until there is a swarm of would-be fireflies gently moving throughout the capacity crowd. The video wall cuts erratically througa images of butterflies serenely sailing through chaotic explosions, butcher knives crashing into surgically clean cutting boards, tearing large hunks of raw flesh in two. Deep red, orange and purple hues flicker intermittently through the lighting system, and the sea of lights wait in anticipation for the arrival of the one who answers this beckoning call. ]
[ Stephen Stratford ]: They say that standing still means you’re falling behind.
[ His voice comes in the darkness, but once he’d spoken, a soft red light begun to shine in the corner of the ring. The man of many monikers - The Angel, The Ghost, The Guiding Hand, The Painted Devil, The Immortal - whichever he was in this moment, sat with his arms braced over the bottom ropes. His left leg tucked under him, and his right leg outstretched. Striped stockings slotted into steel-toed Doc Marten boots at one end and into a black leather corset at the other. His right hand held the microphone to his thin black lips, and his left hand was obscured by the muted light. ]
[ Stephen Stratford ]: They say I ran from a fight. That Xavier beat me, that he packed my bags and sent me back to the obscurity from whence I’d come. They said I was scared of the challenge, that I didn’t want the smoke, the increased competition after Xavier bought the company and signed some free agents, and that’s why I wasn’t in FIGHT! NYC. They.
Some other ‘theys’ said I’d proven everything there was to prove and I had retired. Got my happy ending and walked away. They said my legacy was complete, I’d beaten everybody worth beating and had not been pinned to the mat a single time in the process. They.
But that’s the thing about they. Who are they? Who are they to say anything? Were they there? In that Tower? In that FIGHT? Did THEY paint that tower with their blood and the blood of their adversary to the extent that either man could barely survive, to the point that they named their inaugural show BLOOD MONEY due to the state the Tower was in when they pulled us out of it?
‘They’ have no idea. Just like every other social or political commentator trying to turn engagement into earnings, they guess. They hypothesize, they speculate. It’s conjecture, postulation. Anything for a good clickbait title for a YouTube video or TikTok that they may be able to leverage a profit from, even if it has no basis in reality. Because they were not there.
[ Stratford pauses, and lets his right hand fall, outside of the ring. The microphone thuds into the canvas, and the crowd start to murmur. Eventually, his hand re-enters the pink light and the microphone comes close to his mouth once more. ]
[ Stephen Stratford ]: It was very unfortunate, what happened to Xavier, don’t you think?
[ This time the pause had a purpose. To allow the Barclays Center to voice its displeasure. Xavier Black had been shot several times, moments after announcing an indefinite hiatus for his FIGHT! NYC organization. Some social commentators had remarked on the suspicious timing of Stephen Stratford’s reappearance merely days following the shooting. ]
[ Stephen Stratford ]: Oh, you don’t mean that, surely? But trust me, my re-emergence has nothing to do with Xavier Black’s inevitable demise. I truly hope that he manages to pull through and find meaning in his life again. If one truly can reach self-actualization whilst eating through a straw and shitting into a colostomy bag, that is.
[ Now a wry smile curled at his ebony lips. He didn’t pause for long, and continued to speak over the boos, not acknowledging their existence. ]
[ Stephen Stratford ]: In fact, the reason I am here is entirely different, and entirely related to a certain felon who managed to grease the right palms and slip free of his consequences and decided the best thing to do would be to rub everybody’s noses in it by putting himself front and center once again in the world of wrestling.
Some things never change.
And like I said, some people would say standing still is falling behind. I would have been satisfied to stand by and let LA Johnny Stylez run his little circus straight into the ground like he always does, if not for the whispers that found their way to me about him attempting to book himself a match for the Immortal World Heavyweight Championship. This low-life good-for-nothing imbecile was shopping around all of the old haunts, looking in all the dark corners at the scraps of long-discarded wrestling personalities, trying to find somebody who would do the JOB for him, so he could put himself on a pedestal. He wanted to bring wrestling back to network television, and put himself at the top. To be viewed as an equal to those that came before him and made it the most meaningful championship of its’ time.
He thought that he could quickly throw something together, beat his lapdog Christian Rivers in a fixed match, and then he would finally get to be talked about in the same conversations as Stephen Stratford, or Xavier Black. Or even Anicka Swan.
This is a man who believed he could escape his consequences and go right back to the same environment that got him there in the first place and told himself that this time would be different. This is a man so deluded that he truly believed he could pull it off. He could artificially put himself at the summit of Outlaw Pro Wrestling, and people would buy it. People would accept it, and he would finally be worth talking about.
Some things never change.
[ Stephen Stratford’s left arm starts to move, and as it enters the spotlight, we can see that gripped firmly in his palm is the strap of the infamous OPW Immortal World Heavyweight Championship. Three glistening skulls screaming at the world, with the words engraved in blood red lettering. For this, the crowd starts to cheer. ]
[ Stephen Stratford ]: I have been to the void for this. I have been placed that I wouldn’t wish on anybody. I have gone to the depths of hell and up the stairway to heaven all in the name of Immortality. If you thought for one moment that I would stand by and watch LA Johnny Stylez make a mockery of the scars and wounds that were forged in the name of this championship then you were truly the most deluded of all. To have this championship, to earn it, will take a lot more than backdoor politics.
If you want it, you will have to take it by force.
...Suddenly the screen is cut right down the middle as we are able to hear the lively sold out OUTLAW NATION here in the Barclay's center roar as they see the face of the FoUnDiNG FaTHeR of OUTLAW PRO WRESTLING...THe DoN oF Di$Re$PeCT LA Johnny Stylez looking madder than a mother phucker...WIth that look on his face like a million words are all piled up inside of his head almost to the point of over flowing, but just as he goes to open his mouth suddenly the feed from the video is cut. The crowd and the arena goes silent as the unexpected technical difficulty suddenly works itself out. As
***GLiTCH***...
**GLITCH,glitch,GLITCH**
******GLITCH******
We suddenly find out it wasn't really a technical difficulty...Technically as suddenly we find ourselves looking at none other than HBO appointed acting CO-PRESIDENT of Outlaw Pro Wrestling, none other than former X-KoRe and CO-SOUTHERN CHAMPION the one and only CooL F'N RIFLE TOMMY KAIN! Who is standing beside his traveling companions the 4ft AFRICAN WAR MACHINE Pierre and with them as always is everyone's favorite 4 LeGGeD SCHOLAR...GOAT! Pierre has his hand on Goat's head while GOAT seems to be chewing on a wire.
We notice that the mobile home, bachelor pad, and now OFFICE of OPERATIONS of the OFFICAL CO-PREZ of Outlaw Pro Wrestling is parked right outside the arena adjacent to the production truck..And well it doesn't look like we will be hearing from OPW Owner Anytime soon. SO as Tommy Kain bends down and picks up his favorite slightly adult beverage (ZIMA) he holds it towards Pierre's direction and Pierre without flinching or hesitation drops a cherry Jollyrancher in the bottle. Tommy puts his thumb in the top of the bottle and turns it upside down. We see the fizz shoot all the way up as Tommy waits a brief moment then turns the bottle back up right and then holds his index finger up telling the crowd and the OPW Immortal World Heavyweight Champion to wait just a moment while he quenches his apparent thirst. The crowd roars with approval as Tommy then lowers the bottle looks at Goat and Pierre, and then nods at them. and asks...
Tommy Kain: GOAT, MasTeR P as you may very know our recent promotion by the kind, generous, and forward thinking at the Home Box Office, we have been a significant bump in pay recently allowing us certain benefits and opportunities such as these fly LAMINATED NAME TAGS...The pass that allows us to PARK THE WANNABANGOH OH OHHHHHH where ever THE HECK WE PLEASE, all the left overs from catering...and of course enough DiNeRO to bring on extra staff because as we have all found out over the course of the last couple of weeks...Running this kind of operation aint easy especially when we was ballin on a budget! But now it gives me great pride NAY PLEASURE to inform you both that as of ohhh twenty four NO twenty five seconds ago we were able to rehire an old companion of ours to watch our backs and keep us safe from all the hooligans and shennanigins that go on around this locker room of criminals, deviants, and ASSHOLES! I mean not that we really need it but ya know with this bunch everyone is always tryin to sucker punch a mother fucker round here so I guess it couldn't hurt...Plus he hit me up around last Wednesday and told me he needed a job...Ya know kids and shit...SO please allow me to reintroduce THE HEAD of THE COOL RIFLE SECURITY TEAM...THE ONE AND ONLY Mr. CARDBOARD ALPHARIUS HIMSELF!!!
Suddenly we hear a deep and passionate roar from the crowd as the camera slightly pans out a bit and we see a life size cardboard cut out of the one and only David Hasselhof wearing a police office uniform ith a whistle in his mouth and his left hand extended like he was directing traffic. Pierre walks over and gives Alpharius extended hand a high five as the little rag tag group of Misfits seems over joyed to be joined by another one of their number live here on Friday Night SHoWCa$e!
Camera cuts back to OPW Immortal Champion Stephen Stratford who appears visibly agitated as the mood he worked very hard to create has been blatantly hijacked by these...these well whatever the hell they are. We then hear the sound of a whistle blowing as Goat, Pierre and Thomas all turn and look at the giant cardboard cut out and Tommy appears to be listening as he turns with a shocked look on his face as he quickly turns his attention back to his fellow traveling companions...
Tommy Kain: What the hell do you mean we are live already? GOAT I told you not to uhh accidentally cut Johnny's feed until I was ready...and does it look like I have my pants on right now?
Pierre: Sorry Thomas he kinda skipped lunch!
Tommy Kain: And what do you call that box of old Vhodka Marie t-shirts?
Pierre: Definitely NOT LUNCH!!!
They suddenly stop talking and turn their attention back towards Cardboard Alpharius who's eyebrows are now crooked as if he was speaking to them sternly...
Tommy Kain: See my buddy A-TRAIN over here already paying dividends already on his shit...Mr. Stratford are you there podnuh...Sorry apparently I need to fire and rehire a new assistant...Sorry if I am late for our meeting...Please give me just a moment to put on some proper attire!
Suddenly the camera pans down and we see that Tommy Kain isn't wearing any pants. He is actually wearing a pair of EL GRAN LUCHADORE tighty whities that apparently are all the craze SOUTH OF THE BORDER. Tommy walks over to the door of the WANNABANGOHH opens it and grabs a pair of blue jeans that he quickly puts on without spilling a single drop of his ZIMA! THe crowd can be heard all the way inside the sold out Barclay's center chanting
TOMMY KAIN
TOMMY KAIN
TOMMY KAIN
Tommy Kain allows a small smirk to creep across his face as he buttons the top of his jeans and then stands up looking at Pierre he tries to ask on the slick...
Tommy Kain: Quick dude how is my tie?
Pierre: For the last time Thomas it isn't even a real tie it is a bow tie that has been drawn onto your stupid tshirt!
Tommy Kain: K...so we are good then? K BOYZ...SHOWTIME!!!
Tommy then turns and faces the camera running his hand over his face as if to quickly change his personality...To CO-PRESIDENT TOMMY as he quickly reaches beneath his black tuxedo t-shirt and pulls out his laminated CO-PRESIDENT badge with his picture that is actually an old mug shot of his when he was arrested the night of International Incident for being drunk and disorderly in public. The fans roar once again as the camera then gets a close up of Tommy Kain as he is now in CO PREZ MODE!
Tommy Kain: Mr. Stratford sir, I would like to first off apologize but it appears our beloved Owner won't be able to join us at this point and time due to some technical difficultes he was having with the feed to well wherever the hell he is in this confusing ass building! But as the liason of the board's interests here in the day to day operations of O....PEEEEE....DuBBWA! I have been granted the authority to speak with you on this matter! Now he won't want to hear this but he will hear it and like it all the same! He is aware of the rules that was set the last time he tried to pull this shit before our first pay per view! And it clearly states in his contract and in the bi laws of the OPW company charter...
THE ONE AND ONLY WAY LA JOHNNY STYLEZ the FOUNDER and OWNER OF OUTLAW PRO WRESTLING CAN EVER BE THE OPW IMMORTAL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION IS IF...AND ONLY FRICKEN IF HE IS CHALLENGED BY THE CHAMPION AND DEFEATS THEM IN THE MATCH...YADDA YADDA BY WHATEVER THE RULES AND STIPULATIONS OF THAT MATCH MAY BE..BLA BLA EVERYONE FUCKIN GETS IT...JOHNNY YOU CAN'T FRICKEN WALTZ IN HERE AND JUST SAY YOU ARE THE CHAMP BITCH!!!
The sold out crowd ROARS WITH APPROVAL as Tommy allows himself a chuckle at the reaction from the crowd!
Tommy Kain: Now as far as you walking around here with the sexy triple skull OPW Immortal Championship and claiming yourself to be the CHAMP senior Stratford...The board of directors understands that on the first episode of VENOM which was FIGHT'S weekly show you and Xavier Wolf had a match that was supposed to determine who the final OPW Immortal Champion was...And given the circumstances which especially includes the fact that none of them have access to or offical proof of which one of you won that match since you are standing here before us with the title and since ole X-WoLFIE-D is in a coma after someone capped his ass!
NOW The OPW board of directors has deemed that until such a time that they can confirm the outcome of the match they are willing to move forward and officially RECKONIZE YOU as the acting REIGNING AND DEFENDING OUTLAW PRO WRESTLING IMMORTAL CHAMPION! Let it be known you are not a two time Immortal Champion your reign as CHAMPION SHALL SIMPLY RESUME! Furthermore they want to make sure that you are aware of your responsibilities as Immortal Champion and since we got ourselves a pay per view coming up here in a few weeks they would like you to officially name your challenger as is your right as CHAMPION the week before sed pay per view...And given our present situation we both know that just because Johnny's feed was cut it is only a matter of time...Probably seconds before he storms in here or at least on camera and starts shooting his mouth off...So as acting CO PREZ of this outfit I have to ask...Is that what you are doing? Are you naming Johnny Stylez your first challenger for the Immortal Title at our first pay per view back aptly entitled...HEAVY IS THE CROWN???
The camera cuts back to Stephen Stratford who is standing with the OPW Immortal World Heavyweight TItle draped over his shoulder, and a nonplussed expression on his face. It is clear that he is less than impressed.
Stephen Stratford: The ‘board of directors’ recognize me as the champion? How very generous of them.
Stratford scoffs audibly.
Stephen Stratford: I will make absolutely clear in this moment that I have little interest in their opinion, your opinion, or the opinion of the self-aggrandizing lowlife Johnny Stylez. The path I carved through this organization, the wars I won, speak for themselves. I stand here, Xavier does not. In my hand, I hold this. Xavier does not. Do you think he pitied me, and let me keep it? Does that sound like Xavier to you?
A brief pause, almost as though he expected Tommy Kain to respond. But a few seconds later, he raised the microphone back to his mouth.
Stephen Stratford: I am the champion, and if anyone disputes it, they can attempt to take the championship from me. But I will not be defending this championship in a sanctioned match against anybody who has not proven that they deserve the opportunity - so I ask you, what has LA Johnny Stylez done to deserve this opportunity? Paid off a few paralegals, made the same empty promises to network executives, talked himself out of trouble and into a whole lot more, but—
Stratford appears to not be finished but he is suddenly interupted by an all to familiar voice that causes the crowd to boo loudly and firmly as if by instinct, and so loudly it almost...ALMOST drowns out the words now jumping out of his very angry mouth...
!?!?!HOW F'N DaRe YOU!?!?!
WHO THE PHUCK ARE YOU CALLING UNWORTHY OUT HERE LooKIn LIKE MARYLIN MANSON'S UNEMPLOYED BACKUP DANCERZ???
LA Johnny Stylez: Let me explain something to you MOTHER PHUCKER! I know the image you have of me in your head and believe me when I tell ya it's as outdated as them shoes on your feet! Yeah yeah we've all heard the story a million times over, back in the gap when Damon Riggs was putting your mental image and career in a phucking blender my name wasn't at the top of the marquee yadda yadda...But you wanna know the truth Stratford? I mean the fact that I even have to phucking point this out proves you aint nearly as perceptive as you have fooled all of these nimrods into believing! Well the truth is this HOT TOPIC! Back in the gap during those days when I was cutting my teeth fighting for any little scrap I could get people like YOU, and THe PUNK ASS SELF SERVING WOLVES and everything else hailing from "PARTS UNKNOWN", THE DAMON RIGGSES, THE MONTOURIS, AND ALL THE OTHER SELF SERVING JERK OFFS I COULDN'T PULL FROM THEIR COUCHES OR GOT DAMN
!!!!ReTiREMENT HoMeZ!!!!!
WeRe TOO F'N Bu$y DESTROYING EVERY WRESTLING PROMOTION THEY EVER F'N WORKED FOR!!!
Because back then all of you self serving pricks with big names and even bigger egos some how managed to nearly cripple and almost completely destroy the business! Wrestling with your phucking heads so far up your own asses it was no wonder the only wind you jackasses caught a whiff of was the rank stench that rose from your own gigantic piles of
!!!!F'N BULLSHIT!!!!
THAT DWARFED THE STEAMY PILE OF TRICERATOPS SHIT JEFF GOLDBLOOM STOOD NEXT TO IN THE 1st JURASSIC PARK!!!
And the phucking fact that you have the phucking audacity...the phucking nerve to sit here and claim that I am unworthy proves my phucking point for me! Because quite literally while you spent years building a lie motivated by a humiliation you suffered at the very hands of the people I am talking about, I rolled my phucking sleeves up and I came in behind you phucking parasites and not only cleaned up the enormous phucking mess you twats left behind, but I built it back stronger, bigger, better to the point where not only do you know what it's like when the company you work for stays open for longer than
~!!!!~3 GOT DAMN MONTHZ~!!!!~
BuT I ALSO SHoWeD YOU UNGRATEFUL SHITZ HoW To ACTUALLY BuiLD A GoT DAMN LEGACY!!!
Because if you recall my forgetful friend, when you arrived back on my doorstep to attain and gain the vengeance you had been planning and building for years piled ontop of years, we practically had to start over from scratch to not just retell the story of what happened, but we had to remind everyone of who the phuck you
!!!!DICKHEADZ WERE TO BEGIN W/!!!!
...PSSST HEY JACKASS, THAT MEANZ THEY HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU SCHMUCKS WITHIN A GENERATION!!!
So ya know if you actually ya know THINK ABOUT IT, then you cannot escape the simple and yet undeniable truth STEPHEN STRATFORD that in order for you and everything you ever went through right up to the moment you revealed to Xavier Wolf that you played him for the phucking putz and FOOL he is was and always phucking WILL BE...Ya know if he ever wakes up. But all of that Strat would mean less than JACK and SHIT if I wasn't here TO TELL THEM WHY! So you wanna call me unworthy Stephen Stratford while you stand there and HOLD MY PHUCKIN BELT!?! That's fine, because deep down you and I both know that is about as real as your commitment was to FoCuS last time we was all here! And if the absolute TRUE STORY I just told you wasn't good enough then howz about we do this shit the old fashioned way and next week when we go live from this little place you probably heard of called
!$!$MaDi$oN SQUaRE GARDEN!$!$
I'd Be MoRe THaN HaPPy TO CLIMB IN THAT RING AND BEAT THE TRUTH INTO YOU MYSELF!!!
So what do ya SAY LiViNg DEAD GiRL???
Stephen Stratford cocks his head to the side, a wry smile.
Stephen Stratford: There you go again, letting your mouth get you into trouble. But here’s where I am at, Johnny. What does beating the shit out of you do for me? Look around you, we all know you can talk the talk. You’ve talked your way into some very fortunate circumstances time and time again. And you’ve talked yourself into some tight spaces that ended up with all the walls closing in on you. Because eventually the bullshit catches up with you, doesn’t it? Eventually you lose track of who you said what to, you make a mistake, the house of cards comes crashing down and you find yourself staring down the barrel of 15 to life. Trust me, if I were you, I’d choose Rikers. I’ll fight you, but it won’t be for the championship. If you survive, if you can put some weight behind those words, then maybe you can be the one who attempts to take this from me at Heavy Is The Crown.
LA Johnny Stylez: WELL ALRIGHT THEN...I suppose it's better than nothing, and it leads to everything...SO with that I guess there really is only one thing left to say but this time Stratty PANTS I URGE YOU TO LISTEN TO ME...I MEAN REALLY LISTEN TO ME WHEN I F'N TELL YA TO
!!!!!SoaK!!!!!
!!!!SoMe!!!!!
!!!!!UP!!!!!!
!!!!SoMe!!!!!
!!!!!UP!!!!!!
Then suddenly the entire screen goes blank. We saw the camera cut away from the ring and back to the announce table but just as Taj and Mason were going to run down the show's jam packed line up for us here tonight the screen went blank as we found ourselves glaring at nothing...We could still hear one thing though as the camera quickly twitches and glitches as we see acting OPW CO-PREZ Tommy Kain run over and yank a long black cord out of GOAT's mouth, we see Tommy hold up his hands in a semi state of panic as he says...
Tommy Kain: GOT DAMNIT GOAT!!! HOW MANY TIMES MUST WE GO THROUGH THIS??? IF YOU KEEP EATING THEIR SHIT IT WILL BE BACK TO LIFE WITH NO LAMINATED NAME TAGS...DO YOU REALLY WANT TO DO THAT TO US AFTER WE HAVE ALL COME SO...WAIT...ALPHARIUS WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE ARE LIVE?...OHH REALLY? GOAT GOT DAMNIT...UHHH PEOPLE...YALL SIT TIGHT FOR A SEC UNTIL OUR NERDS FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT...THEN WE WILL KICK THIS SHOW OFF THE RIGHT WAY WITH A MATCH FROM THE DIVISION THE COOL RIFLE PUT ON THE FREAKIN MAP BABY!!! XKoRE ACTION COMIN AT YALL LIVE...HOPEFULLY!!!!
...We'll be back in a second...HoPeFuLLy!!!
Tommy Kain: GOT DAMNIT GOAT!!! HOW MANY TIMES MUST WE GO THROUGH THIS??? IF YOU KEEP EATING THEIR SHIT IT WILL BE BACK TO LIFE WITH NO LAMINATED NAME TAGS...DO YOU REALLY WANT TO DO THAT TO US AFTER WE HAVE ALL COME SO...WAIT...ALPHARIUS WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE ARE LIVE?...OHH REALLY? GOAT GOT DAMNIT...UHHH PEOPLE...YALL SIT TIGHT FOR A SEC UNTIL OUR NERDS FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT...THEN WE WILL KICK THIS SHOW OFF THE RIGHT WAY WITH A MATCH FROM THE DIVISION THE COOL RIFLE PUT ON THE FREAKIN MAP BABY!!! XKoRE ACTION COMIN AT YALL LIVE...HOPEFULLY!!!!
...We'll be back in a second...HoPeFuLLy!!!