OOWF Dance of Death II PPV

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<wCw Locker Room>

Capellan: Man! So close! We were all just <that> close to the gold!

Westgaard: Yeah - but we all fought hard, crowd loved it and I'm sure the GM will give us all another chance real soon!

Cap: You're probably right. Man it would have been cool to see you take the title off those Devil's Brigade chumps though.

JWW: Hey - I thought we had it! Kid played it smart and tough, and we got in our move - sometimes it just doesn't work out. But next time, right Tommy?

Cap: Yo Wild-child - you sulking over there? Need a refill on that Dew already?

Wilder: Nah, jus' getti up for the skatepar...

<Wilder, looking pale, pitches forward off his bench, unconcious - blood trickling from his mouth>

Westgaard: SON OF A BITCH! <Rushes to help TW>

<Cap run to the door>

CAP: GET A TRIANER IN HERE - CALL 911! C'mon dudes- Wilder is really hurt!


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In the 3 Piece Set locker room Cole is furious. He is throwing monitors around and breaking mirrors and benches and cursing up a storm.

FC: Chris, Chris, calm down.

Ax: Chill bro

Cole: How the hell can I chill?? First Harris screws me out of the Dance of Death win and then he steals my title shot right from under my nose. I’m going to kill that bastard!

FC: Look man…

Cole: Look nothing. If the two of you are just going to be pussies and do nothing about it that is fine by me.

FC: No, I’m with you man. You know that.

Ax: I want to help but doc says my knee is still kind of messed up.

Cole: That is always the excuse. (Cole walks out, Firechild shoots Ax a disappointed glance and follows Cole)

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Harris is in the back celebrating his newly won OOWF Title with a handful of SFJs. Cole and Firechild storms in and double team him. Harris fires up and lands a handful of punches knocking down Cole. Then he starts backing up FC with lefts and rights. He sets up for a TO BE EDITED IN LATER but Cole hits a lowblow from behind and then FC hits Wings of the Phoenix. Cole lifts up Harris and slams him into a wall and then sets up for The Headliner on the concrete. Chris Alt runs in and Cole & FC retreat while Alt tends too his fallen comrade.

CA: You better run you sons of bitches