The camera feeds show the buzzing parking lot of the Palacio de los Deportes in Mexico City, Mexico. Limosuine after limosuine files out after dropping off their clients. After a few moments, most of the people outside begin moving into the arena -- with those not allowed clearance being removed by security.

From the entrance of the parking garage, a limosuine blazes through the security checkpoint and comes to a screeching hault directly at the entrance of the arena. An arm extends from off screen, as the white gloved hand opens the door and the camera is focused on Specter who is busy yelling at his driver.

Specter - Yeah, good for you.

Attendant - ..Your bags, sir?

The figure outside of the car reaches his palm out while Specter acknowledges his comment as he reaches for his bag, with his eyes set on the driver still. Specter extends his hand outward with his bag clutched in his palm, but the attendant doesn't grab the bag. With his right arm his grabs a hold of the wrist of Specter, tugging his right arm outward from the car, and with his left hand using all his might to slam the limosuine car door right across Specter's right forearm. The figure darts off screen with security in pursuit, while Specter clutches his arm while sinking into the back seat of the limo.

Puddle of Mudd's "Drift and Die" cues up as a video of the latest action in the OWF stirs up. The first bit shows Drake Munday interacting with President Chase Johnson, then a view of him training in a gym at the OWF Headquarters.

Forgotten thoughts of yesterday.
Through my eyes I see the past.
Well I don't know, I don't know, I don't know why.

The video now shows X-Terminator, nailing various high stakes moves with different sorts of weapons. A picture of him holding the PDA Title in the middle of the ring is shown before it switches to the five challengers he faces tonight.

I believe, I said, I Believe in the truth, from inside.
Go away, go away, go away from me...
Leave me alone.

Specter is seen in the ring on the microphone, then shots of Trent Steel attacking Specter from behind and bloodying him up are shown. Specter is pictured holding the LillyAss title, both time he held it, before his picture shatters into a million pieces from a baseball swing from Trent Steel and the LillyAss Title which he defends tonight.

Unwanted. Live my life a shame.
Who's to blame for my mistakes?

Moxie Roxie and JC are shown holding their Tag Titles proudly, with action shots of Jared Wave and Skotty Surph against X-Terminator and Trent Steel from a few weeks back. Porta Prince and Rockstar dismantling the Mexicans is show before cutting to a picture of all eight competitors for the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Title Match Tonight.

Well I don't know, I don't know, I don't know why.
I believe, I said, I Believe in the truth, from inside.
Go away, go away, go away from me...
Leave me alone.

Valtiel leaving Team Moxie, then being attacked by his friend Adam is shown. Vacant courting Moxie Roxie, trying to cheer her up, along with the addition of JC and Akira Kanemura to the group is clipped in. Vacant and Valtiel are both pictured with the I Heart Moxie Championship above both men.

Ignorance spreads lies.
How much will money buy?
Well I'll take my time as I drift and die.

The multiple interactions between EJ Slayer and Jesse Williams in the past few weeks become the subject of the video clip. The Tag Match from last week is highlighted, showing when both men squared off during it. The clip of that match ends showing EJ Slayer as the victor. Then a few shots of their first match over a year and a half ago is shown -- with EJ Slayer beating Jesse Williams then as well. As the end of the song nears a shot of Jesse Williams and EJ Slayer shows up on the screen with the OWF Title between both men.

AS I DRIFT AND DIE!
AS I DRIFT AND DIE!

The song fades out and the video cuts to the OWF logo.

The feed comes to life in the SOLD OUT Palacio de los Deportes in Mexico City, Mexico -- with the cameras shaking no matter what view of the dimmed arena they take. The fans are so ravenous that the sound even cuts to static for a second, not being able to adjust at first. Soon "Drift and Die" by Puddle of Mudd can be identified as being played in the arena, when a huge explosion of red, white and green pyrotechnics shoot off from the top of the arena. As they fizzle out, a beautiful blue stream of a dozen blue fireworks shoot from the ramp while all the lights on the stage, the ramp and around the OWF Tron are shining navy blue lights through the fog. A chant of "O-W-F! O-W-F!" breaks out throughout the arena, as the last set of white pyrotechnics shoot off on the top of the ramp before the house lights turn back on to a cloudly jam-packed arena. The feed continues switching around the arena, showing many signs and reactions from the crowd.

Falcoon - AAAAAAAHHHOOOOO!!!

Kissens - HEY y'all!

The feed fades in to a shot of the announcers booth at ring side. The fans behind Gordie Falcoon, Jackie Kissens and James Dunn start going nuts trying to get on a live telecast.

Falcoon - Welcome wrestling fans to Outsider Wrestling Federation's Pay Per View event.. Drift and Die!

Dunn - I just want to get out of this terrible country.

Falcoon - It's not that bad.

Kissens - Just stay away from the water.

Dunn - Right.

Falcoon - We are here, at the sold out Palacio de los Deportes in--

Dunn - What does that mean in english?

Kissens - The Sports Palace.

Dunn - Oh.

Falcoon - Anyways. We're here at the sold out Palacio de los Deportes in Mexico City, Mexico and we have a great card for all of you tonight. First off, we want to welcome all of you worldwide and thank you for tuning in tonight.

Kisssens - Yeah. We're being shown in freakin' India.

Dunn - Maybe the Great Khali will take notes.

Kissens - Who?

Falcoon - One more thing to address before we get the night started off. The OWF is aware of the warrant out for questioning of Jesse Williams in a suspected arson. Since the offense took place in the United States, and we are in Mexico, we are not forbidding him to step back until after he returns to the United States.

Dunn - So Jesse will defend the title tonight?

Kissens - Sorta.

Dunn - What do you mean?

Falcoon - He lost the belt in that house fire of his.

Missy Janson stands up at ring side, holding a microphon in her right hand, prompting a loud response from the crowd. There are a few cat calls as she approaches the steel ring steps and quickly scales them.

Dunn - So no World Title?

Kissens - Only in stature.

Missy steps through the ropes and into the ring, heading for the direct center and facing towards the camera which has the live feed.

Falcoon - It's time for the first match, so we have time to talk about this later!

Missy Janson - Hola Mexico City, and welcome to Drift and Die!

The fans cheer once the translation comes over the PA, but Missy continues on anyway.

Missy Janson - The first match of the night is a Black Sunday for Drake Munday Gauntlet Match. Drake Munday will face off against five opponents. If he beats only one, he will receive nothing. If he beats two, he will receive the bare minimum OWF Contract. Upon beating three, he will gain a full restoration of his prior contract. If he beats four, he will earn a shot at the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championship in the next month. And if he beats all five, he will get five minutes in the ring with President Chase Johnson right after beating the fifth competitor.

The fans cheer and begin to chant "Mun-day! Mun-Day"

Missy Janson - The first man to the ring, who will be running the gauntlet...From Green Bay, Wisconsin...Welcome back to the OWF, Drake Munday!

The lights go out, Paint It Black hits the PA as the lights turn back on to reveal Drake Munday standing on the stage, hands on hips, his face dull. He walks slowly down the ramp, soaking in his surroundings, as he finally reaches the end of the ramp, one of the crowd goes an insult to far, Drake hurriedly walks back and exchanges words with the member of the crowd, until one of the officials at last separates them, drake climbs into the ring and prepares to start the match.

Kissens - I'm pullin' for him.

Dunn - Even I am, for now.

Missy Janson - And his first opponent, from Dayton, Ohio...T.J. Hansen!

"Rock You Like a Hurricane" hits the PA System and T.J. appears from behind the curtains. He slowly walks down the ramp keeping his eyes focused on the ring, and ignoring the fans who mostly ignore him right back. He rolls under the bottom rope and stands up to his feet awaiting the bell to ring as his music fades out.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Falcoon - And Munday's quest to get back to the OWF has begun!

Drake charges out of the corner and takes down Hansen with a hard clothesline. While he lays on the mat, Munday begins laying hard stomps to the body of T.J. while he lays helpless on the mat. The fans get behind Drake as the referee pushes him off of Hansen. Drake steps back, allowing T.J. to get up to his feet before approaching again. Hansen leaps into the air, extending his feet towards the face of Munday but Drake is able to duck out of the way. Hansen crashes back first to the mat, but hops right up to his feet. Munday looks for a hard right elbow, but Hansen ducks and lays a hard shin kick into the right thigh of Munday from behind. Drake swings his left forearm backwards in response and catches Hansen cold across the side of his face. Hansen falls to the mat, nearly losing consciousness from the strike.

Dunn - Munday looks good.

Kissens - Better than he did when he was fired.

Falcoon - He must have been hard at work while he was gone.

Drake walks over to Hansen, dragging him to his feet and pushing him backwards into the turnbuckle. Munday charges at him, but Hansen somersaults out of the way and Drake crashes chest first into the padded turnbuckles. He staggers out, backpeddling, and Hansen tries to take advantage with a dropkick to the shoulder blades of Munday. Drake's momentum carries him into the turnbuckle, but he turns and nails back first before charging out at Hansen. T.J. ducks, trying to telegraph the move by Munday stops right infront of the prone Hansen. Drake grabs T.J. Hansen in a front face lock and swings himself around nailing a Twist of Fate by driving Hansen's face right into the mat.

Falcoon - Summer's Gone Now!

Munday covers Hansen as the referee drops into place...1...2...3!

Dunn - And so is Hansen!

Missy Janson - Munday has defeated T.J. Hansen by pinfall!

Kissens - Congrats! You've won nothing!

Missy Janson - Out next to the ring, from Sakurai, Nara, Japan...Akira Kanemura!

PA System - If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son...I got 99 Problems and Bitch ain't one!!

"99 Problems" by Jay-Z hits the speakers, which will always send the fans to their feet. Slowly through the curtains, Akira Kanemura appears with a stern look upon his face. The fans remain mostly emotionless as the newcomer to both the OWF and the USA trots down the ramp. Upon his face is a wide smirk, taking in all of his surroundings. He slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, quickly pacing towards his corner.

Falcoon - Akira should be no easy task for Munday.

Akira glares at Drake Munday before the two being circling each other. Munday charges but Akira stands him up with a sharp shin kick to the ribs. Drake swings at Akira, but he slips out of his grasp and rolls through the spread legs of Drake. Kanemura stands up, but runs right into a huge mule kick from Munday that knocks the wind out of Akira. Kanemura stumbles to one knee and Drake walks to him, grabbing a hold of his hair and directly his head right into the trusting right fist of Munday. He keeps a hold of the hair, again tugging Akira's face directly into a strike of incredible force. Munday then lets go, allowing Akira to fall limp to the mat.

Dunn - Wow. Munday is proving some point.

Kissens - And what's that? He can beat up on guys smaller than him?

Dunn - Yeah. Probably.

Falcoon - Nothing wrong with that.

Drake lays on top of Kanemura while the referee slides in to make the count...1...2...kickout by Akira. The fans are torn between Munday and Akira, with a slight edge leaning towards Drake. Munday lifts up Akira and pushes him back first against the ropes, he irish whips him directly across the ring. Kanemura turns and bounces back first off the opposite set of ropes, then charges back at Drake. Munday bends over, looking for a back body drop -- but somehow Akira flips over the back of Drake and lands right behind him. Munday turns around and finds Akira Kanemura leaping and wrapping his legs around his head. Kanemura swings back, looking for a hurricanrana but Munday holds on.

Kissens - Ouch!

Drake Munday swings Akira up into a powerbomb position and nails a devastating sitout powerbomb into a pin. The referee slides in and makes the count on the unconscious Akira...1...2...3!

Dunn - Sayonara Akira.

Missy Janson - Akira Kanemura has been pinned by Drake Munday, who has earned a bare-minimum value OWF Contract...

The fans roar at this accomplishment.

Falcoon - Good for him.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring next, from Managua, Nicaragua...Vernon Somoza!

PA System – Reggaeton Latino

Bailen, yales
Muevan, suden
Sientan el poder
Del reggaeton latino
Bailen, yales
Muevan, suden
Sientan el poder
Del reggaeton latino
(Ohhh...)
(Ohhh...)
(Ohhh...)
(Ohhh...)

The Lights turn Blue and White and they begin to flash with the bass of the Song. The Crowd begins to yell and Boo as Somoza walks out with Tan Fatigues on a Military Generals coat and a Military green hat on. He has on Sunglasses smoking a large Cigar and carries the Nicaraguan Flag on a pole and waves it towards the crowd. He walks towards the ring blowing smoke at fans and mocking them as the music blares. He steps into the ring and places the flag atop one of the corners and Salutes it.

Dunn - This guy seems more concerned with outside elements than his opponent.

Kissens - If he underestimates Munday, he'll suffer a similar fate that the two before him did.

He turns back and looks at Munday across the ring -- who is charging right at him. Somoza stands strong, but still gets taken down by a shoulder charge from Munday. Vernon Somoza jumps right back up to his feet and smacks Munday across the jaw with a closed right which dazes him. Somoza grabs Munday into a front face lock, then tosses Drake's left arm over his head and nails a snap suplex on Munday. Somoza floats over and begins nailing hard right hands directly into the face of Munday. The referee pulls Vernon off, who threatens the referee.

Falcoon - Drake is showing signs of wear.

Kissens - He has to want it.

Drake grabs a hold of the ropes and begins pulling himself up. The fans chant for him as Vernon turns around and grabs him by his hair, lifting Drake all the way up to his feet. Vernon lifts Munday up onto his shoulders in a standing firemans carry briefly before falling backwards and nailing a samoan drop on the back of Munday. The fans boo as Somoza sits up with a cocky look on his face. Vernon pushes himself up and drags Munday to his feet. He grabs him from behind in a reverse waist lock. Munday spins out of it and grabs the head of Vernon Somoza. He lays out and nails the diamond cutter. He instantly rolls Somoza over and hooks his leg, while the referee drops to his knees.

Kissens - The Darkness! Out of nowhere!

Falcoon - The cover....

Somoza tries to kick out while the referee makes the count...1...2...thr-- kickout by Somoza! The fans boo loudly as Munday pounds the mat in anger.

Dunn - He can't expect to win the match with only one move.

Munday grabs Somoza and drags him to his feet. He grabs his head, looking for another RKO but Somoza pushes him off and into the ropes. When Munday returns he finds Vernon bent over looking for a back body drop. Munday stops in his tracks, unleashing a kick across the chest of Vernon Somoza which stands him up. Drake leaps into the air, grabbing Somoza's head and this time nails the RKO.

Falcoon - The Darkness again!

Dunn - Two moves, though, is a whole different story.

Munday quickly pins Vernon while the referee makes the count...1...2...3!

Kissens - Got 'em that time, y'all!

Missy Janson - Drake Munday has defeated Vernon Somoza by pinfall, and has earned a full restoration of his previous Contract with the OWF.

Again the fans cheer this, a bit louder than the first accomplishment.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring next, from Queens, New York...Mikey "The Shark" Austin!

The lights go dim and green lights are around as "Money for Nothing begins to blast over the PA system. The fans begin to react to the sound of it. A few seconds after he steps out with his hair covering his face so not to show who he is. The lights come up as he pushes his head back revealing that it is Mikey "The Shark" Austin. Instant heat is there as he is a pretty known face from around the sport and his known alliance to Raven Talon creates heat. He walks down to the ring ready to go and climbs inside the ring. Once inside he looks around and points to his t-shirt that reads: "Damage Control". He peels it off, tosses it aside, and looks at Munday.

Falcoon - If Drake can by this guy, he only has one last opponent.

Dunn - Good observation captain obvious.

Mikey attacks Munday immediately and takes him down with a right hook. He mounts him, unleashing a series of hard forearm to elbow strikes to the ill-prepared Munday. Drake tries to deflect the shots, but it is useless at this point. Mikey "The Shark" Austin gets off the abdomen of Munday and lifts him to his feet, only to nail him with a toe kick to the sternum. Munday bends over and Austin nails a quick DDT on Munday.

Kissens - I think Drake's time is up.

Falcoon - I'm afraid so.

He lifts Munday up and whips him against the ropes. Drake, in a last ditch effort, bounces off the ropes and swings his arm wildly at Austin who ducks his clothelines attempt. He grabs Munday in a reverse russian leg sweep position. Austin falls back and drives Munday facefirst to the mat with a flatliner.

Dunn - Sharkliner! Munday's finished!

Mikey looks down at Munday and then slingshots himself over the ropes and to the outside of the ring.

Kissens - Where is he going?

Mikey "The Shark" Austin steps over the ring barricade and disappears into the crowd. The referee begins to administer a ten count

...1...2...3...

Dunn - And Munday is just getting up now. Austin could have won.

Falcoon - I'm confused.

4...5...6...Munday gets up to his feet, holding his ribs in pain...7...8...9...10!

Missy Janson - Mikey "The Shark" Austin has...eliminated himself...Therefore Munday has his full contract reinstated, and will receive a shot at the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships...

Missy looks around, not knowing who to announce while Drake lays on his back in the ring. With a loud "clank" the lights in the arena die. All attention is turned to the OWF-tron as the fans struggle to see their hands in front of them. Slowly the OWF-tron burns an image of a clock as it gently winds the second hand around the 1, now the 2... A bass and drum combo oozes it's way from the speakers around the arena into your ear and it's immediately recognised by any 'stoner' as the soft rhythmic beat of Pink Floyd's "Time". With a flash the tron bears an hour glass that swiftly dumps it's half empty content into the globe below it.... Several images begin to flash then disappear over the screen, too quick to depict what they are... The music picks up it's pace and the drums give their kick as the lyrics flow.

Ticking away the moments
That make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours
In an off-hand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground
In your home town
Waiting for someone or something
To show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today

The tron suddenly cuts backstage to behind the stage where we see a stage director and the shadow of a man standing next to him.

Voice - This is a waste of my time.. Let's just go!

Stage Director - You have to wait for your cue!

Voice - F this shit....

And then the one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

The crowd begins to grow impaitent as they've waited nearly 4 minutes... The screen continues cycling images until a large blue spotlight above the ramp "clanks" on and lights up the entire stage with a floecscent black light glow. The curtain shuffles and the fans climb to their feet! The curtain rips open just as the words pick up again....

And you run and you run
To catch up with the sun
But it's sinking....

The OWF-tron flashes a picture of a diamond and remains steady and centered on the image.

An enormous explosion shakes the seats! Green and white pyro shoots from the cannons that line the ramp. The person fails to embrace any of the atmosphere as you see him run full speed down the ramp and slide under the bottom rope.

Racing around
To come up behind you again...

The sun is the same
In a relative way
But you're older

Shorter of breath
And one day closer to death

The black light is pointed to the ring... In one motion he leaps from his stomach to his feet and looks CJ directly in the eyes. The man pushes CJ out of the way and nails the approaching Drake Munday with a right hand between the eyes!

Missy Janson - And the final challenger in the gauntlet... Scott... "DIAMOND" KIDDDDDD!!!!

The lights "clank" on and the music stops just as Missy Janson finishes her announcement. The fans leap to their feet as they see a very fit, but different looking "Diamond Kid".

Falcoon - DK'Ss BACK! HOLY CRAP!

Kissens - I can't believe it!

Dunn - He owes me money! Yayyyy!

Munday stumbles down to his ass in the middle of the ring whil CJ exits to the outside. Scott Kidd pounces on Munday, firing away at him with everything he has got.

Kissens - So, CJ and DK are in cahoots?

Falcoon - It seems that way. DK is the only guy preventing Munday from getting CJ in the ring.

Munday slowly begins pushing himself up, fighting off the blows even though he is on his last legs. Kidd keeps firing away as Munday gets to his feet, and grabs him in a front face lock.

Dunn - Looking for a DDT?

Drake breaks free from the hold of Scott Kidd and grabs his head, looking for The Darkness RKO -- but Kidd is prepared. He shoves Munday off of him and into the ropes. Drake bounces off them chest first, stumbles backwards and turns around to face Scott Kidd. Scott nails a firm toe kick to the midsection of Munday, and immediately follows that up by grabbing the back of his neck. He tucks the head of Munday between his leg as he charges up to him, and butterflies both of his arms. Kidd lifts Munday up into the air and drive him straight down into the mat on his head with an Inverted Pedigree.

Kissens - The Basher!

Dunn - That's it!

Scott Kidd covers Drake Munday, hooking his leg while the referee slides in to administer the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Sco--

President Chase Johnson rips the microphone from the hand of Missy Janson after he slides into the ring.

Prez CJ - Ahem, ladies and gentlemen...I present to you, the winner of this match...THE DIAMOND KID! Sorry Munday, but looks like today isn't your day to get your hands on me. And to Mikey Austin, you have a good night with that bonus you earned tonight!

Scott glares at Chase, walking right up to him and looking him directly into his eyes.

Scott Kidd - The name is Scott Kidd. Get it right.

The fans cheer loudly.

Prez CJ - You are who I say you are. And don't you fucking forget where I found you cause you'll end up right back there if you don't follow my lead. You get me?

CJ drops the microphone, glaring into the eyes of his former colleague. He exits the ring and begins to head up the ramp with his back turned to Scott in the ring.

Falcoon - The Diamond Kid is back!

Kissens - Or is it Scott "Diamond" Kidd?

Dunn - I don't know. I don't care. He must be poor.

Kissens - He looked sharp in the ring.

Dunn - I meant in finances.

Kissens - Ohh. For sure, y'all.

In OWF's backstage makeshift medical wing, the Venetian Vandal sits on a steel folding chair as his arm is attended to by the staff doctor. The doctor attempts to stretch Specter's arm out, which inspires a grimace from the last son of MVW.

Specter - That hurts, you fucking quack.

Doctor - Stop being a goddamn baby.

CJ sticks his head through the light green curtain marking the entrance to the arena hospital after his appearance in the arena just moments ago. He smiles slighty at Specter, who scowls back.

Prez CJ - How's the arm feeling?

Specter - Like shit. Nice job keeping your talent under control.

Prez CJ - I try. Ready for that match with Trent Steel?

Specter - Go fuck yourself. I got ambushed and now I'm on the shelf. No way I'm going out there.

Prez CJ - Yeah, I saw the tape. Our camera man didn't get a good shot of the guy though.

Specter - So your cameramen suck dick, too.

Prez CJ - Y'know, Specter. I'd hate to see you squander a title opportunity because of a little sprain.

Specter - Tough shit.

Prez CJ - This isn't a regular nine-to-five. You don't get to call in sick. How's his arm, doctor?

Doctor - I've seen worse. It's definitely not one-hundred percent, but it should be better in a day or so.

Prez CJ - So nothing's broken?

Doctor - Nothing.

Prez CJ - Then the match is on. And if you don't feel like punching in tonight you'll be back in the unemployment line tomorrow. Good luck.

CJ exits as the feed cuts immediately to Missy Janson who stands directly in the middle of the ring holding a microphone.

Dunn - Specter is going into the match with Steel at less than 100%. That's not fair.

Kissens - He's trying to back down.

Falcoon - Well that's obvious.

Kissens - Let's send it to Missy before we hear more from Specter's only fan over there.

Dunn - Shut up, there are more of us than you think...

Missy Janson - The next matchup is scheduled for a one fall, and it is a PDA Rules Sensational Six-Way for the OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship!

A resounding cheer of approval is heard, mixed in with chants of "P-D-A! P-D-A!" throughout the sections of the crowd.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match will be the first superstar to score a pinfall or submission on any other competitor in the match. Pinfalls and submissions can be executed anywhere in the arena, and the champion doesn't have to have a fall executed on him to lose the championship. Coming to the ring first from Atlanta, Georgia...Raven Talon!

"Falling Away From me" by Korn plays as the crowd reacts to him as he stand up from back in the crowd. He then walks through the crowd Their is a mixed response as he stands looking over the ring barrier for a split second before hopping the rail. As he steps forward he is followed by Mikey "The Shark" Austin who has with him his "M-TV" camera in hand. Raven Talon then steps out looking at the site of the crowd that was once Wrestlings Fanbase and is now what is just considered Wrestling Fans. He nods his head as you notice his video package showing highlights of his previous Hardcore happenings in matter of of the ring since he can not air other federations clips. He heads down to the ring and inside as he then heads over and waits in the corner for his opponent. Mikey is wandering around the ring apron as they get set for action.

Falcoon - He earned his way into this match by beating T-Money and Angel of Death.

Dunn - Not too big of a feat.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring next, from Parma Heights, Ohio...Freedom Kid!

PA System - Go ahead. Say you want a revolution.

The opening chords of "Got the Numbers" by Anti-Flag ring out through the arena, and a rush of white crowd noise calls back. As Justin Sane wends toward the chorus, a strange phenomenon occurs. As soon as he sings "we need a fucking revolution" the curtains jerk aside in sync with hundreds of fists throughout the arena being thrown in the air. There seems to be no rhyme, no reason to the placement of the Freedom Army members as they scream along to the lyrics.

Crowd - We've got
We've got
We've got the numbers!

It's at this point that the Freedom Kid himself appears at the top of the ramp, wearing bluejeans and a T-shirt modeled after the anarchosyndicalist flag, his hands raised in the double Vs that have followed him throughout his career. As he lowers his arms, the Freedom Army follows suit and, within moments, the members of the movement are indistinguishable from the rest of the crowd. The Kid sprints down the ramp, sliding into the ring.

Kissens - Hopefully he fares better against five opponents than he did against Moxie Roxie.

Missy Janson - Following him, the third competitor...From East Brunswick, New Jersey...Skotty Surph!

"Finnigan Froth" by Mephiskapheles hits as the arena goes dark. After 9 seconds sparks shoot up on either side of the entrance and Skotty Surph is shaking his arms, then throws them in the air with his pointer fingers extended. He then runs down the ramp and dives into the ring. After jumping to his feet he circles once again holding up the number one with his arms.

Falcoon - Anyone who underestimates this guy may find themselves on the losing end rather quickly.

Dunn - He's a threat, just not as great as the others in this match.

"The Sound of Truth" by As I Lay Dying begins to play throughout the arena and it gets slightly darker and spotlights rapidly flash to the beat of the music. Filthy Rich makes his way out from the back. He stands at the top of the stage momentarily, taking in the environment of the arena and the OWF fans that have packed into the arena.

Missy Janson - The Fourth challenger...Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 244 lbs., from Miami, Florida... Filthy Rich!

He headbangs to the music for a second and then makes his way down to the ring with a somewhat serious look on his face. He walks up the steps outside the ring and climbs on the turnbuckle with one foot on the second turnbuckle and the other foot on the top turnbuckle. He looks around for a couple of seconds and jumps down into the ring and gets ready to start the match.

Dunn - He's my pick.

Falcoon - Filthy Rich has been incredible as of late.

Kissens - There is no denying that.

Missy Janson - The last challenger, from Rammstein, Germany...Harker!

The opening chords of 'Bloodline' by Slayer slams onto the PA, and the darkness rains down over everything. The entrance way covers with smoke, and visibility slowly reduces to zero; and red sparks drizzle from above. On the downbeat of the explosive first verse, Harker bursts into view and stands in the shower of falling frizzles. He glares into the ring, half his face hidden in the secretive shadows that dance up and down his hulking body. As he starts to slowly make his way down the ramp, the entire arena plunges into a cold plume of dark blue and red inky blackness. Harker seemingly glides up the steps and into the ring as the song cruises through the chorus and second verse. During the bridge, Harker gets into the ring and rises to the top of the corner turnbuckle. As the correans back down to the chords of how it started, Harker slowly removes his hat to reveal the reddest eyes. His pupils are hidden; just the hope had been. His face is solemn as he hops down and reveals no emotion as he gazes across the ring at his opponent.

Kissens - That's my pick, y'all. He's going to dominate.

Missy Janson - And finally, he is the current OWF Public Display of Aggression Champion...From Toronto, Ontario, Canada...X-Terminator!

PA System - California love!

The lights fade and the crowd roars. Two narrow lights are shown glicening towards the front entrance. A large Explosion hits the top of the ramp leaving behind a large pool of smoke. As the smoke begins to dicapate, we see a shadow emerge from within.

PA System - California...knows how to party
California...knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol' Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!

Out from the smoke steps X-Terminator, looking very much in shape for his age. He slowly walks down the ramp, in one hand, a singapore cane, in the other, a steel chair. Draped around his waist is the recently retired PDA Championship that he won last. The crowd all reach out for any sort of appreciation from the former legend. He reaches out and smacks the hands of all the fans nearbye with a large smile across his face.

He stops at the top of the ring and stares towards his home away from home. X-T reaches under the ring before entering and pulls out a large blue cooler. He places it on the outside and opens the cooler. He pulls out a fresh cold soda, keeping with being sober, and cracks it in front of the crowd awaiting for the match to commence. With one rather large swig, the pepsi is guzzled and he slides back into the ring for his match.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Once inside, the action takes off. X-Terminator and Skotty Surph match up, firing rights and lefts at each other while Surph backs X-T into a nearby corner. Harker and Filthy Rich pair off and continue their battle from a few weeks back. Meanwhile, Raven Talon and Freedom Kid stare at each other and begin fighting for no other reason than they are the last two remaining who aren't. In the corner, Surph nails X-Terminator with a right uppercut that sends him flying from the ring. Skotty follows him outside of the ring in hot pursuit, while Harker gains control over Filthy Rich with a side headlock. Rich fights out by striking Harker directly in his sternum, and then leaps into the air to execute a textbook dropkick that brings Harker flat down to his back. On the opposite side of the ring, Freedom Kid and Raven Talon are still squaring off with neither man making a move -- until Freedom Kid lunges at the legs of Talon. In response Raven reaches down, grabbing the waist of Freedom Kid and propels him into the air and into a crucifix powerbomb position. Freedom Kid slides down his back and lands on his feet, but Talon throws his left elbow backwards and catches FK right at the base of his skull.

Dunn - There is fighting going on all over.

Kissens - I don't know where to watch. A pinfall can happen anywhere.

Falcoon - Good thing we have the three referees out here.

On the outside of the ring, Surph and X-T are battling it out when Freedom Kid comes flying through the ropes with the momentum from the strike of Raven Talon. He crashes directly into both men, sending all three of the competitors into the steel ring barricade on the outside. Back in the ring, Raven Talon turns around to be hit with a hard right from Filthy Rich. He follows it up by attempting a dropkick on Talon, who sidesteps the move and allows Rich to fall flat to his back. Raven waits for Filthy Rich to stand up before he charges at him. Rich ducks, and Talon misses his clothesline opportunity. He runs past Filthy Rich and right into the clutches of Harker -- who grabs him around the throat with his massive right hand. Filthy Rich bails out of the ring, choosing to reach under and pull out a steel chair from under the ring skirt. Raven Talon clubs downward on the forearm of Harker, but it doesn't stop him from lifting Talon into the air. Before he can bring him down, Filthy Rich returns and cracks Harker flush across his shoulder blades with the steel chair. Harker releases Talon, who falls to the mat, and Harker drops down to one knee. Filthy Rich rears the chair back and slams it across the top of Harker's head, denting the chair in half as he falls to his back. Filthy Rich discards the chair and covers Harker, with the referee in the ring sliding in to make the count...1...2...broken up by Raven Talon!

Dunn - My pick went for the early win.

Falcoon - Too early.

On the outside of the ring, Skotty Surph and Freedom Kid are trading shots while X-Terminator has his head under the ring skirt looking for something. He stands up, pulling out a big black bag that he lays on the apron. He reaches inside, pulling out a steel crutch. Skotty has Freedom Kid up against the announcers table when X-T runs at him from behind. Somehow Surph rolls out of the way and X-T cracks Freedom Kid right across the brow with the steel crutch. Freedom Kid falls to the concrete while Skotty reaches into the bag X-T pulled out. He grabs a lead pipe and charges at X-Terminator who swings the crutch around and catches Skotty right across his jaw, which causes him to drop the pipe. Surph stands dazed until X-T drops his crutch and irish whips Skotty shoulder first into the steel ring steps on the outside of the ring. X-T leaves Surph and Freedom Kid as they are, reaching under the ring and pulling out a set of tables. He pulls the legs open of one of the tables, locking them into place and keeping it on the outside. The other table he slides into the ring with himself.

Kissens - X-T busting out the hardware.

Raven Talon has kept control over Filthy Rich since he broke up his pin attempt while Harker has gotten back to his knees while trying to shake the after effects of the chair shot from Rich. X-T pays no attention to the competitors and sets up the table he brought into the ring to be leaned in one of the corners. X-Terminator turns around -- only to be driven back first directly through the table he just set up by the charging Harker who had just regained his composure. The fans roar as both X-Terminator and Harker lay amidst the broken pieces of wooden table.

Falcoon - X-Terminator had the hardware, but it was used against him.

Dunn - Enough with that analogy. It's getting old.

Filthy Rich begins fighting back against Raven Talon, pushing himself up to his feet and breaking up the side headlock Talon has maintained for a few minutes now. Rich bounces off the ropes and charges at Talon who bends over and flips Filthy Rich over his back with a back body drop. Rich flys over the top rope towards the table on the outside, but somehow he grabs a hold of the top rope with his right hand and crashes down onto the apron -- along with Skotty Surph who has rolled up onto the apron to recover. He looks to his right to see the bag of weapons X-T brought out and he pulls from it a kendo stick. Raven Talon is unaware of Rich's location as he steps into the ring. Rich winds up and shatters the stick into two halves across the back of Talon's head. He falls to one knee, grasping the base of his neck which is now bleeding heavily. Rich discards the kendo stick and rolls over Raven. He covers him while the referee slides into place -- while on the apron, Skotty Surph stands up with a steel parking sign in his left hand, and springboards up to the top rope.

Dunn - The count!

Falcoon - Surph's in flight!

1...2...Skotty Surph puts the sign under his legs and lands a leg drop across the back of Filthy Rich's head, instantly breaking up the pinfall. Surph lays hurting in ring from the impact, but Rich is damaged a bit more from the move.

Kissens - These guys are putting it all on the line.

Falcoon - I bet CJ is proud as hell right now for allowing X-T to bring the belt back.

Freedom Kid pulls himself onto the apron from the outside while Harker uses the ropes to pull himself up, as all six men are in the ring once again. X-Terminator is holding onto the second rope in the corner, pulling himself from the broken table in the corner and watching all five men who oppose him. Harker reaches down and lifts Raven Talon up to his feet, but Talon fights out of his grasp and strikes harker with a harsh chop across his throat. Harker falls to one knee, but as Talon approaches he shoves him backwards into X-Terminator who stumbles through the ropes and dangerously close to the table he set up on the outside.

Falcoon - It's one thing to go through one table you set up...But two is just dissapointing.

Dunn - Agreed. Lucky for him he didn't go through that one.

Talon runs back at Harker who lifts Raven Talon up and slams him right back down with a spinebuster. Harker stands up and screams at the top of his lungs, when from behind he is nailed with a shin kick to his right hip from Skotty Surph. Harker turns around and is met with the two boots of Surph directly into his chest with a front dropkick. Harker stumbles over Talon and falls to the mat, where Raven Talon seizes an opportunity as Harker trips and rolls him up in a school boy pin. The referee drops in to make the count...1...2...kickout by Harker.

Kissens - Talon was almost the new PDA Champ!

Falcoon - That's what a seasoned vet will do.

On the outside, X-Terminator is under the ring again and he yanks out three more tables much to the crowds delight. He sets the legs up on one table, flipping it onto them and placing it right next to the table previously set up on the outside. He proceeds to lift the other two tables onto the apron and push them into the ring. As he does that, a recovered Freedom Kid flies from the ring apron and takes X-Terminator down with a flying headscissors takedown. In the ring, Skotty Surph is now walking back and forth as he takes his time stomping both Harker and Raven Talon. Filthy Rich, on the other hand, has crawled to the two tables slid in by X-Terminator and has already locked both legs on one of the tables into place. He tips it over, then flips it rightside up and uses it to hoist himself up to his feet. Surph turns around and runs to Filthy Rich, kicking out his legs from under him. Surph then leaps into the air, dropping a knee across the face of Filthy Rich before Skotty jumps to his feet and runs to the nearest corner. He climbs up the ropes, his back to the ring and gets up to the top rope. Surph leaps off, executing a back flip in midair towards the ring. Filthy Rich has no time to move, instead he pulls the table he set up over him which prompts Skotty Surph to Moonsault through the table before crashing down across the chest of Rich. The fans jump out of their feet while both superstars clutch their abdomens in severe pain.

Dunn - How the hell did that help him?

Kissens - I have no idea!

Raven Talon and Harker both get up to their feet at about the same time, while Freedom Kid slides into the ring. He charges at Harker but Talon spears Freedom Kid down to the mat. Harker keeps his attention there which allows X-Terminator time to reach into his black bag and pull out a fluorescent light tube and slide in behind him. He rears back and shatters the glass tube over the head of Harker, sending pieces of glass and blood everywhere. Harker turns around, in pain, but the blow itself wasn't that harsh. He grabs X-Terminator around the throat and lifts him up into a gorilla press slam. He walks towards the side of the ring with the two tables set up on the outside, but before he can toss X-Terminator, Filthy Rich comes out of nowhere with the dented steel chair from before and cracking it once again upon the back of Harker. He drops X-Terminator to the mat, and Rich throws the chair out of the ring before holding the side of his own head. He turns around to see Freedom Kid running directly at him, he bends down and back body drops Freedom Kid over the top rope. FK goes flying through the air and crashes through one of the tables at ringside, hitting the concrete with a sick thud.

Dunn - SHIT!

Kissens - Okay, so, Freedom Kid's done.

Falcoon - How do you dial 911 in Mexican!?

Dunn - Uhhh nueve uno uno.

Falcoon - WHAT!

Dunn - I don't know!

Skotty Surph gets up to his feet with the help of the ropes only to be attacked by Raven Talon and knocked to the outside. He follows him out, walking over to Missy Janson and grabbing the chair out from under her. He returns to Surph, rearing the chair back and slamming it down across his back. Skotty stumbles around the set of steel steps to the side of the ring with the tables and where EMT's are taking Freedom Kid away on a stretcher. Talon follows as a referee designated for the outside watches over all the events. X-Terminator is now working over Harker on the mat while Filthy Rich tries to recover in the corner. With each stomp, Harker slides closer to the ropes and Filthy Rich so he hoists himself up. He joins X-Terminator in kicking at Harker while prone on the mat.

Dunn - That should have been the plan from the start.

Somehow Skotty rolls himself into the ring, eluding the chair weilding Raven Talon who stays on the outside as Harker rolls out of the ring and onto the apron. Talon rears back and slams the steel chair directly across the chest of Harker, which sends him down to the concrete on the outside. Talon slides the chair he has been using into the ring, then grabs the one remaining table in the ring that wasn't set up and pulls it to the outside. He sets it up to the other set up table and hoists Harker up to his feet before knocking him right down with a sharp elbow. He picks him right up and lays Harker across the table he just set up, which seems like it is on the verge of breaking under his weight.

Falcoon - What is he going to do?!

In the ring Filthy Rich and X-Terminator have come to blows. Rich gains the advantage with a hard left hand that stuns X-T. He follows it up with a chop across X-Terminator's chest that echos throughout the arena. The two fight into the middle of the ring with Rich gaining control while Surph begins pushing himself up to his feet in the corner. From the outside, Raven Talon steps up onto the apron and glances down at Harker who is on the table. The fans cheer very loudly, while in the ring Filthy Rich sets up X-Terminator to be irish whipped into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring Talon is on. X-T doesn't budge, and instead whips Rich directly into Talon who is sent flying off the apron. He crashes down on top of Harker and both men are sent through the table on the outside, which sends the already riled up crowd into a frenzy.

Kissens - JESUS! Is it gonna stop, ever?

Dunn - When that bell rings to end the match is when it ends!

Falcoon - I don't see how these guys are lasting.

Filthy Rich stares down at the carnage on the outside while X-Terminator falls down in the middle of the ring due to exhaustion. A recovered Skotty Surph comes up behind Filthy Rich and dumps him over the top rope and crashing onto the table -- but it doesn't break. Rich lays prone while Surph holds his arm high in the air.

Dunn - And now here goes another fool blowing a chance to win.

Surph turns his back to Rich and runs to the opposite set of ropes. He bounces off, but when he turns around he is nearly decapitated by a chair shot from X-Terminator, who is using the chair Talon slid into the ring earlier. Surph begins bleeding heavily upon the mat as X-T collapses on top of him.

Falcoon - No way!

The referee drops into place and makes the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...and STILL OWF Public Display of Aggression Champion...X-TERMINATORRR!!

Falcoon - Key victory in his first defense.

Dunn - He needed to validate that belt.

Kissens - And he did so.

Falcoon - Most of the superstars came very close, great match.

Kissens - Kept me on the edge of my seat, y'all.

Dunn - There is so much wreckage out here. Get the clean up crew out here damnit.

The feed cuts backstage through the great halls of OWF, where we see one of the newest and most exciting superstars Jared Wave walking through them with a look of business on his face. He makes a quick left and walks about ten steps and looks right. The door in front of him says Team Moxie on a golden star. As He knocked on the door glitter from the star could be seen being shaken off by the vibrations in the door. Some glitter gets on Jared's hand and he tries to wipe it off to no avail.

Jared Wave - Damn girls and their glitter.

The door opens as he finishes muttering the glitter statement. Moxie Roxie can be seen in the doorway. She must have just been getting dressed since after she settled in the doorway she pulled the rest of her blonde and pink streaked hair out from under her collar. Jared, speechless of course, places his hand behind his head and flashes Moxie a grin.

Moxie Roxie - Oh hey, I didn't expect to see you until the match.

Jared Wave - Yeah, that's kind of what I came here to talk to you about.

Moxie Roxie - If it's about the whole Joe Cool thing don't worry, I figured him out. Everythings all... Hunky Dorey.

Jared Wave - True, I just want to give you fair warning. This is no man that you are shackled with. You ever see the Goonies? Well, you're like Chunk and he is like Sloth except if this one doesn't get his baby ruth then he'll smash the hell out of you.

Moxie Roxie - I'm like Chunk?!

Jared Wave - Um... uh.. no I umm... didn't mean it like that. I was just saying... analogy.

Moxie Roxie - Chill, just goofing. Great Jeff Goldblum impression by the way.

Again Jared places his hand on the back of his head

Jared Wave - Thanks, I'm just saying that it would suck to see you get flattened. I know we are supposed to be enemies in a little bit but you really have no clue who you are dealing with.

Moxie Roxie - Don't wanna see me get flattened, huh? Why's that?

Jared clearly missed the point of that question as Moxie continues.

Moxie Roxie - Jared, I'm a big girl and I think I can take care of myself. I do appreciate your concern though.

Jared Wave - Concern? I just want to make sure that you're aware of the consequences if Sloth isn't fed.

Moxie Roxie - Right... like I said, I've got everything covered. See you in the ring.

She puts her little fist in the air and signals Jared for a fist-bump. He aknowledges the sign for respect and brings his fist to hers. She flashes him a wink as she closes the door behind her. The feed cuts back to the announcers table.

Falcoon - What's that all about?

Dunn - I don't know, but for Wave's sake I hope Vacant doesn't find him.

Kissens - Seriously. He's crazed about her.

Missy Janson stands up from her seat at the time keepers table and she approaches the ring. She quickly ascends the steel steps in the corner and steps onto the ring apron. She parts the middle and top rope, stepping through them and into the ring before darting right for the middle of the squared circle. She faces the set of cameras while pulling a microphone from behind her back.

Dunn - Okay, whatever about them. It's time for the match of the night.

Falcoon - And you're talking about the LillyAss Title, right?

Dunn - No. I don't care about that title. I mean Specter against Steel.

Kissens - Good call.

Missy Janson - The next match-up is a Submission Match for the OWF and MVW LillyAss Championship. The loser of the match will "win" the LillyAss Championship. Win by making your opponent submit only!

The fans shake the foundations in anticipation.

Falcoon - I can't even hear Missy!

Dunn - I told you to use the bathroom before the card started!

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the challenger...From Las Vegas, Nevada..."The Venetian Vandal"...Specter!

PA System - Tonight's your lucky fucking night.

Says the voice of the Venetian Vandal to an arena full of fans that may or may not remember the glory days of MVW. The surf guitar sweetness of The Dead Kennedys' rendition of "Viva Las Vegas" assaults the ears of the audience, leaving images of gambling and debauchery dancing in their heads. A wave of purple and silver confetti drifts to the arena floor, indicating that a celebration is in order. What celebration is that?

Why, the arrival of none other than Specter, who steps through the curtain and surveys the arena with a smirk. He looks from the ring to the fans and back again, before beginning his pace to the ring. Shrugging off the high five attempts and remarks of fans, he slips to ringside and rolls under the bottom rope.

Falcoon - Specter is either looking forward to, or planning to avoid, becoming a three time LillyAss Champion.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, he is the current OWF and MVW LillyAss Champion...from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania..."The Son of a Bitch" Trent Steel!

PA System - Now you're messing with a son of a bitch.

With a wide smile upon his face, Trent Steel walks through the curtains glances at the ring while his music blares loudly. The fans boo him with all that they have in their lungs. He takes slow steps as he walks down the ramp and approaches the ring. Trent keeps the anticipating at an all time high as he plays mindgames with his opponent by taking so long to get the ring. Steel slides under the bottom rope, positioning himself in the ring before pushing himself up and staring right at his opponent. His music fades as the men take up positions in their corners.

Missy exits the ring and the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Dunn - Look at Specter with his arm in the sling. It's just not right!

Specter steps forward and begins circling around the ring, and Steel does do as well. Specter steps behind the referee, who tries to get out of the way of the action but Specter ducks behind him again. Steel lunges toward Specter, but the referee is in the way and causes Trent to hold back. Specter backs into the corner, holding his arm in apparent pain. The referee backs Steel off and the fans boo.

Falcoon - What is this, ASW?

Dunn - No, they closed.

Falcoon - WHAT?! Are you serious?

Dunn - Yep. As a heart attack.

Kissens - Dang, y'all.

Falcoon - I have to find a new federation to bash on!

Dunn - How about NLW?

Falcoon - Who?

Dunn - HAHAHA! Good one!

Falcoon - Wh-- Oh. yeah!

Specter circles out and keeps himself one step ahead of Trent who keeps growing more and more angered by the moment. Specter continues ducking him, as he sticks his body through the middle and top ropes when Steel charges which prompts Andrew Caps to pull Steel back yet again. A louder set of boos come from the crowd while Steel airs his displeasure with the referee again. Specter comes up behind Caps and pushes him into Steel, but he only bounces off and falls to the mat as Steel runs at Specter.

Dunn - I think Specter is playing a game of avoidance.

Kissens - I thought he wanted to demolish Steel, though.

Specter ducks behind the referee as he stands back up and Steel nails a spin kick right across Andrew Caps' jaw. He falls to his knees, with his mouth bloodied, then collapses to the mat.

Falcoon - ...Crap.

Steel looks down at the referee, then turns to Specter who runs at Trent but is easily taken down with a drop toe hold. Steel cranks Specter's left foot in an ankle lock and Specter quick taps out. The referee is down though and Steel looks confused.

Dunn - Dumbass. He can't tap now!

Trent Steel maintains the hold while Specter continues tapping on the mat. Eventually Steel becomes frustrated and releases the hold, then grabs a hold of Specter to drag him to his feet. Once there he locks him in a side headlock -- to which Specter begins tapping out to immediately.

Falcoon - I don't get it.

Kissens - Neither does Steel. He looks so confused.

Trent continues to keep a hold of Specter around his neck, regardless that Specter is tapping out. Andrew Caps begins getting up to his feet and Specter stops tapping out and slips out of the hold. He falls to one knee holding his slinged arm as Steel approaches. The referee, Caps, walks over and pushes Steel back at the request of Specter. Steel pushes the referee away and stomps on the slinger arm of Specter who falls to the mat rolling around in pain. The referee checks on Specter who grabs ahold of his referees shirt and tosses him face first directly through the bottom and middle rope and into the steel ring post. Caps lays unconscious again, this time on the bottom turnbuckle.

Dunn - This guy is going to earn his pay tonight.

Steel begins stomping down on the ribs of Specter as he lays on the mat, nailing kick after kick without any resistance from Specter. Trent screams as his intensity picks up with every stomp -- and eventually Specter begins tapping out, once again.

Kissens - Okay, is this some sort of trick or his Specter a major wimp?

Trent gets pissed off and stomps even harder, to which Specter grabs the ropes.

Falcoon - The referee is out! Jesus, I think he's either a wimp or retarded.

Steel backs off, reaching down and grabbing the left leg of Specter and dragging him into the center of the ring. Referee Andrew Caps begins to stir in the corner, as he gets to all fours while spitting blood from his mouth. Steel drops an elbow across the knee of Specter, then stands up and drops another elbow across his knee. He drops to the mat and grapevines his leg and Specter looks to Andrew Caps, seeing his is recovered and Specter kicks Steel right across the bridge of his nose, bloodying it, and rolls back into the nearest corner. He holds his slinged arm while yelling at Caps, who stands up, about Steel's actions.

Dunn - This is some sort of clever game.

The referee is pushed out of the way by Steel who is back up to his feet and he drags Specter up, but Specter rushes Steel and crushes him backwards into the referee once again. Caps is sandwiched in the corner and Steel stumbles out, grabbing Specter in an arm bar with his injured arm. Specter hooks his arm around the ropes, and pleads for help as Caps steps in. Andrew seems okay but Specter rears back with his slinged right arm and nails him across his face with a incredibly hard shot that knocks him unconscious and to the outside of the ring.

Falcoon - Some injury!

Dunn - I told you!

Kissens - That sling must be loaded with something.

Falcoon - But what?

Specter turns around and he's speared to the mat by Steel. Trent begins unloading onto the face of Specter, laying across both of his arms and not allowing him to tap out. Fist after fist finds it's mark across the brow of Specter. The fans begin booing as Steel seems content on clobbering Specter for the rest of the match. After about thirty seconds of straight punches, Specter is very dazed and Steel rolls out of the ring. He flings up the skirt and reaches under to pull out a four foot long leather strap. He gets back into the ring and stands over Specter, and whips him across his back with the unforgiving leather. The shot echoes through the arena, with Specter rolling onto his back and tapping out. Trent ignores him and brings the strap down across the chest of Specter with a deep crack. Trent smiles down upon Specter as he holds his chest and kicks his legs from the pain. Steel wraps the strap around the throat of Specter and begins to choke the life from him. Specter's face quickly turns a bright red.

Falcoon - Steel is cutting the flow of oxygen to Specter's brain.

Dunn - He'll be out cold soon.

Specter begins pulling himself up to his knees, while Trent keeps a hold on the strap very tightly around the neck of Specter. With his left hand, Specter grabs a hold of the ropes while with his right hand, peeking from the sling, he tries to stick his fingers between his skin and the strap around his throat. As Specter gains momentum, Steel only tightens his grasp on the strap -- but Specter presses on, eventually pulling himself up to his feet. In a quick flash, he donkey kicks Steel backwards between his legs. Trent releases his hold on the strap, and Specter drops to one knee gasping for air. Steel holds his genitals in pain with his right hand, while his left hand is holding on to the top rope for balance. Eventually he drops down to one knee and reaches into his left boot.

Kissens - What is he going to do now?

Specter pulls himself up, holding his throat before he spits upon the mat. Steel doesn't have time to get whatever it is out of his boot as Specter nails an elbow across the back of his head. Trent jumps up and fights right back with a swift left hook to the chin of Specter -- to which he retorts with a short open palm jab with his left hand to the nose of Steel. This causes Steel to stagger backwards, and Specter charges at him with his right elbow cocked back. He thrusts it forward towards the face of Trent Steel, who ducks the running elbow from Specter and swoops behind him and jets off towards the opposite set of ropes. Unaware of Steel's movements after missing the elbow strike, Specter continues charging towards the set of ropes he was heading towards. Both competitors bounce off the ropes, back first, at the exact same time and head on a collision course towards the center of the ring. Neither man can put on the brakes -- so instead they speed up and both extend their left arms. Trent Steel and Specter connect with each of their clotheline attempts on one another -- sending both men crashing down to the mat like a ton of bricks. The fans cheer loudly as they watch both men gasp desperately for air.

Falcoon - You'd ever expect such contention for the LillyAss Title.

Dunn - We're bringing it back to the MVW days here.

Kissens - I wish I was around then.

Dunn - Most people do. It was a golden age.

Specter and Steel lay on their backs as Andrew Caps pulls himself back up to both knees, shaking his head and glancing down at both Trent Steel and Specter down on the mat. He pulls himself up to his feet and hobbles over to both men to check on them, then backs off back to the ropes to keep himself standing.

Falcoon - Who's gonna get up first!

Trent rolls over onto his left hip and begins dragging himself to the nearest set of ropes. Meanwhile, Specter has rolled over onto his stomach and has both of his knees and both of his palms planted firmly on the mat pushing himself upwards. Trent hooks the middle rope with his left elbow, and grabs the top rope with his right. He lifts his body off the mat with his legs having difficulty at first supporting him, but he drags himself up rather quickly. Specter is on one knee with his back towards Steel, so Trent kneels down to his right knee and reaches back into his left boot. He fumbles with the laces and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles and slides them over his right hand. He then ties up his boot and stands up to his feet, watching as Specter stands flatfooted on the canvas and nearly loses his balance.

Kissens - Trent has got those...things!

Dunn - Yes, things.

Falcoon - He has the knux and he wants to use them on Specter.

Kissens - There you go, y'all.

Specter turns around, not aware of what is going on as he faces towards Trent. Once he makes eye contact, Steel rears back with the brass knuckles on his right hand, but Specter drops to a knee and makes a "T" with both of his hands -- signaling for time out.

Falcoon - Are you serious?

Dunn - I'm not. But Specter is.

Trent stops for only a second, completely stunned, to which Specter lunges upwards and knees Steel directly between his legs and sends him crumbling to both knees holding his balls in severe pain. Specter turns to the crowd and makes the "T" signal again.

Kissens - Time in!

Falcoon - He got lucky that Steel wasn't sure what to do.

Dunn - That silly game could have been a big mistake.

Kissens - Instead, Steel can't have babies.

Falcoon - Thank god for that.

Kissens - No, Thank Specter.

Specter - Exactly. Specter is God.

Falcoon - You're really freaking me out

Specter reaches down, grabbing Trent by the hair and yanking him up to his feet. Trent breaks the grasp Specter holds on him and rears back with his right hand, still with the brass knuckles on them. Specter ducks at the last second -- and the right fist of Steel heads towards Andrew Caps.

Falcoon - Not agai--

Somehow Steel holds himself up, and the referee Andrew Caps breathes a sigh of relief. Steel turns around to see Specter charging at him, to which he spins around with his right arm fully extended -- looking for a spinning back fist.

Dunn - SHIT!

Trent misjudges the distances and obliterates Andrew Caps directly on his left cheek, using the right hand brazen with the knuckles.

Kissens - Caps is bleeding a lot. I think it's time someone else came out here...

Steel glances up from Caps and discards the knuckles to the outside of the ring. Specter and Trent Steel stand motionless staring directly into each others eyes.

Dunn - Or make it an unsanctioned match, or something. Don't endanger our workers for these two and their person gripes.

After the shot from Steel on the referee, The feed cuts backstage where we see President Chase Johnson talking to someone offcamera near the entrance ramp.

Prez CJ - I've had enough of this shit, too. Go ahead, I trust you to call it fair.

??? - Thank you. I won't let you down.

The feed cuts back to the action in the ring. Trent and Specter circle each other when from the back, Vacant runs out with a referee's shirt on. He slides into the ring and both men stare at him. He returns the glare.

Dunn - Great, so Vacant will call this even?

Falcoon - We'll see.

Specter reaches into his sling, taking it off of his arm and pulling out a crowbar.

Kissens - Ahh, Poor Caps.

Steel stares at Specter and Vacant leans back against the ropes, looking down at his finger nails. Trent charges at Specter, but finds himself on the receiving end of the crowbar across his right thigh. The shot stops him dead in his tracks and sends him down to a knee. Specter side steps him and hooks Steel with a chickenwing with his right arm behind his back and using the crowbar to press across the throat of Steel. He front sweeps Steel down, driving his face right into the mat.

Dunn - A crowbar aided Prank Masturbation.

Falcoon - What a comment.

Specter rolls Steel under the bottom rope and to the outside, sliding out after him with the crowbar in hand as Vacant steps out to the outside to follow the action. Specter walks over to the nearest turnbuckle, unbuckling the bottom padding on the bottom rope in the corner. He then walks to the adjacent corner and does the same, depadding half of the bottom rope from the turnbuckle. Specter turns around only to be speared up against the ring apron by Steel, who begins to wail away across the back of Specter who drops the crowbar. He stumbles towards the turnbuckle and Trent charges -- Specter merely sidesteps him and allows Trent to crash right into the steel ring steps behind him with his right leg. Trent flips over the steps and crashes to the concrete holding his right knee, kicking the floor in a large amount of pain while Specter picks up the crowbar and approaches. He steps on Steel's right foot and smashes the crowbar down upon the right leg of Trent Steel once again. Trent tries crawling away, but he cannot do so and Specter unleashed one more slug to the knee with the crowbar before throwing it into the ring. Specter reaches down, grabbing a handful of Trent Steel's hair and lifting him to his very unsteady feet, before Specter leaps into the air and nails a dropkick to the right knee of Steel which sends him right back down to the ground.

Kissens - Specter is absolutely owning Steel.

Falcoon - He seems over-prepared and that's a good thing.

Specter lifts up Trent Steel and nails a sharp jab to his throat which catches Steel off guard. Specter immediately follows up with a sharp kick to the back of Trent's right knee, which buckles as he collapses to all fours. Specter walks up behind Steel and steps onto the backs of both of his thighs, hooking Steel's feet around his shins. Specter bends forward, wrapping Steel in a dragon sleeper and rolls backwards with a Mexican surfboard.

Dunn - Svoboda Sleeper? Really?

Vacant checks on Steel, who doesn't give in.

Falcoon - That's a shoutout if I've ever seen one.

Specter cranks on the neck of Steel while wrenching each of his legs at the knees. Trent yells in pain, but won't give up. Vacant continues to ask while Specter tightens the hold. Somehow Steel rolls to the side and breaks his legs free. He rolls up to his feet, putting a lot of his weight on his left leg, and ends up in a reverse DDT position, at the hands of Specter. Trent rolls out of it and spins Specter into a front face lock before he falls back, nailing DDT onto the concrete on the outside out of pure desperation.

Kissens - Finally something goes Trent's way!

Dunn - Now if he's smart he'll try to get in the ring and out of Specter's domain.

Trent grasps at the ring skirts trying to pull himself up onto the apron. Specter pushes himself up, checking his face for blood as Vacant watches on. Steel ends up pulling himself into the ring and rolling all the way into the center as Specter gets up to his feet. Vacant slides in first, followed closely by Specter who immediately approaches Trent as he begins to get up. Specter grabs a hold of Steel, but Trent rolls through and stands up to his feet holding both of Specter's legs grapevined around his left leg. He twists Specter over and locks him in a Twisting Sharpshooter.

Dunn - Full Onslaught of X-Treme Prejudice!

Falcoon - Good call.

Dunn - Thanks. I needed a deep breath and everything.

Specter is stuck in the middle of the ring as Vacant now asks him if he wants to give up. A look of actual pain comes across the face of Specter, as his eyes look to try to get to the ropes or somehow wiggle free. He is unable to do either, as Steel continues to wrench on the legs of Specter with every bit of strength his has left. Specter extends both of his arms out to the nearest set of ropes, but finds himself coming about five feet too short from reaching. He digs his finger tips into the canvas and begins clawing towards the ropes. His adrenaline begins moving himself and a off balance Trent Steel towards the ropes while still locked in the twisting Sharpshooter. Specter keeps glancing up to see the remaining distance he has before he can reach the ropes. Specter tries to move closer, but instead Trent yanks him back into the middle of the ring and sits down even further which prompts a yell from Specter as he buries his head in the middle of the ring.

Kissens - I think Specter is gonna tap, y'all!

Falcoon - I don't think he has any other choice.

Specter opens his eyes and notices the crowbar only about a few feet away, he reaches out but can't come close again. Vacant leans in and when asking if Specter wants to give up, "accidentally" kicks the crowbar to Specter who grabs it.

Dunn - Smooth move kid.

Specter drives the crowbar back and catches Steel in the ribs. This breaks the hold and sends him down on his left knee. Specter begins crawling up on his own power, leaving the crowbar on the mat. Both Trent Steel and Specter get up to their feet at about the same time, with Specter grabbing a hold of Steel and irish whipping him into the near corner. Trent's right leg connects with the exposed bottom turnbuckle and he is sent down to the mat in a lot of pain. Specter grabs hold of Steels right leg and yanks him into the center of the ring, he spins him over and locks Trent in a single legged boston crab. Trent has nowhere to go and his right leg is bent at a terrible angle.

Kissens - The Perrylizer!

Vacant gets in Steels face, and he taps to which Vacant prompts for the bell immediately.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...SPECTERRR! And therefore, STILL OWF and MVW LillyAss Champion...Trent Steel!

Vacant grabs the LillyAss Title and drops it on Steel who rolls out of the ring and to the outside. Vacant turns back to Specter and just stares at him. Meanwhile, Steel hobbles up the ramp clapping his hands with a wide smile upon his face. He keeps nodding up and down and he eventually disappears backstage.

Falcoon - Well, Specter got his revenge.

Dunn - And Steel is still LillyAss Champ.

Kissens - What's up with Vacant?

Vacant leaves the ring staring at Specter.

Dunn - I guess he just hates Steel more than Specter.

The feed cuts backstage. The camera is focused on the door of the Team Moxie locker room. The door opens and Jesse Williams, making his first appearance of the night exits. Moxie Roxie is right behind him. Down the hall, unbeknownst to Moxie or Jesse, Vacant is returning from his guest referee duties. He stands within earshot, watching Moxie and Jesse.

Jesse Williams - Thanks Moxie. It was nice getting my mind off things for a bit.

Moxie Roxie - No problemo. Just, don't tell Nicholas, okay? He freaks out about this stuff.

Jesse Williams - So, I take it he's not getting a second date?

Moxie Roxie - Don't get me started.

Jesse smiles and exits down the hallway.

Moxie Roxie - Yes Akira, he's gone. You can come out of the bathroom, now.

Moxie disappears inside of the room as Vacant follows Jesse. The feed switches to a camera in front of Jesse as Vacant catches up with him.

Vacant - Hey, what were you doing with Moxie?

Jesse Williams - I wasn't with Moxie?

Vacant pushes Jesse with both of his hands across his chest.

Vacant - Don't lie to me, I saw you walk out of there.

Jesse Williams - Okay. I was there, but we just talked.

Vacant pushes Jesse again.

Vacant - You? Just talk? BULL!

Jesse Williams - Knock it off, Nick. I swear to god.

Vacant - Or you'll what? You're not my father, you're not my friend. Don't tell me what to do.

Vacant bumps into Jesse as he walks past him and chips in his final words over his shoulder.

Vacant - And stay away from the women I love, homewrecker.

The feed cuts back to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - Man that kid is dumb.

Kissens - Look at who his father is though.

Dunn - And his mother did Jesse Williams.

Falcoon - They only kissed, and she wasn't down.

Dunn - Oh, he kiss-raped her.

Falcoon - I suppose.

Dunn - Gross.

Missy Janson stands up, grabbing a microphone off the time keepers table and walks towards the steel ring steps.

Dunn - Ahhh. Best part of my night. Watching her walk up those steps.

She quickly scales them and walks along the apron before darting into the ring and walking along the canvas to the center of the ring. She stops there and pauses for a moment.

Falcoon - We have the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championship Match which many people believe will be the Match of the Night.

Dunn - Definitely could be.

Missy Janson - The following matchup is scheduled for a one fall. It is under PDA Rules. The match is a Fatal Four Way Tornado Tag Team Match, where all eight competitors are active for falls. Falls can count anywhere. The first team to successfully score a pinfall or submission for each member will win the match and will become the new OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions!

The fans explode as an exasperated Missy looks out over the crowd. She pauses while she regains her breath, then brings the microphone back up to her mouth.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first...at a combined weight of 504 pounds. From Haiti and San Antonio, Texas respectively...the team of Porta Prince and Rockstar!

"Rockstar" hits the PA, then the build up to the chorus starts and suddenly.

PA System - And we all just wanna be a big rockstar!

Rockstar appears with a bunch of cash, and hands it over to people in the crowd. From behind him comes Porta Prince, looking at Rockstar with a look of disinterest upon his face. Rockstar jogs down to the ring, then climbs into the ring, and starts warming up for his match. Porta Prince slides under the bottom ropes and walks around the ring -- trying to avoid his partner.

Falcoon - I can't believe it took Rockstar having to beat Porta Prince to get him into participating in this match.

Kissens - Porta just doesn't like Rockstar.

Dunn - And why should he? Nobody over the age of six does.

Porta and Rockstar eventually stand side by side as Missy continues.

Missy Janson - Out next to the ring, at a combined weight of 353 pounds. From East Brunswick, New Jersey...Jared Wave and Skotty Surph...Hang Ten!

The crowd goes silent as green and blue lights fill the arena. Above Me by Rufio blares from the PA speakers as Jared Wave and Skotty Surph emerge from behind the black entrance curtain. Blue and Green pyrotechnics explode from the entry ramp. Jared and Skotty both walk down the ramp toward the ring as Skotty speeds up and slides under the bottom rope. Jared climbs up to the apron and jumps over the top rope. Skotty heads to a turnbuckle and greets the crowd with a "Surph's Up" sign as Jared raises his arm in the middle of the ring to the crowd. Jared stands on the bottom and middle rope and give the crowd the thumbs up as Skotty jumps off the turnbuckle. They regroup to their corner.

Dunn - The one team that has chosen to be together has the best shot to win, I believe.

Falcoon - It's an advantage that the other teams may not be able to handle.

Missy Janson - The next team, at a combined weight of 427 pounds...From Toronto, Ontario, Canada and Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania respectively, the team of X-Terminator and Trent Steel!

PA System - Now you're messing with a son of a bitch.

Both Trent Steel and X-Terminator walk out to "No More Sorrow" by Linkin Park, with Steel weraing a "Cult of Steel" shirt. They seem to be ignoring each other while keeping their eyes on the ring. Steel walks past the out stretched arms of the fans along the ramp while X-T takes his time walking down and slapping fives. Steel slides into the ring, retreating into his corner while X-T hops up the steps and onto the apron. He enters the ring as the music fades out, taking up a position next to Trent Steel.

Kissens - These guys sort've chose each other.

Dunn - Justin Zane put them together. Sick little freak.

Falcoon - Individually they are two of the best in the business.

Kissens - We'll see if they can cooperate as a team, y'all.

Missy Janson - And finally, the last team. They are the current OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions...Coming to the ring first, from Jersey City, New Jersey...He is the OWF Tears Tag Team Champion...JC!

Lights flash then dim, and "Wherein Lies Continue" by Slipknot fills the speakers. The lights all go out and only a spotlight shines on Joe, who comes to the ring without any friendly movements or acknowledgment of the fans, who are booing him.

PA system - Thou shalt not

Kill your fathers - destroy another life
Question everything we clung to for years
Live forever - design a better death
Confuse a liar with a savior from fear

He climbs up to the turnbuckle, puts his hands in a clasp above his head and brings them down, still clasped, to chest-level.

The ending's the same
The world will not change
The answer is clear
Annihilation

He climbs down, glares at the audience and warms up for his match.

Falcoon - Joe Cool is now known as JC, that is what I am being told to inform the viewers at home.

Dunn - I liked his original name. Joe Cool. It was quick and to the point.

Kissens - So is JC, though.

Dunn - Uhh, shut up.

Missy Janson - And his partner, she is the current OWF Blood Tag Team Champion...From Blaise, California...Moxie Roxie!

PA System - Everyone sucks but me.

Riot girls across the arena unite, as the irritatingly feminist pop punk beat of Le Tigre's "Deceptacon" bleeds through the PA. The up tempo tune unites fans of poor and average taste in a show of approval for OWF's resident rock star. The curtain parts, revealing our priestess of punk, who throws up the devil horns with one hand. After playing with the height of the international symbol for rock 'n' roll, she notices she has the ability to control the volume of the crowd. Deciding this ability is useless, Moxie begins her trek to the ring. It is a trek free of skipping and hand slapping. She just tries to keep her distance. Leaping to the apron, Moxie heads to the nearest corner and steps up on the second turnbuckle. Giving a bow to her indiscernable number of fans, she flips into the ring to prepare for action.

Missy exits the overcrowded ring and steps across the apron. She scales down the steel ring steps to the concrete on the outside holding both of the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Titles. The cameras focus on the multiple tables set up at ringside, with weapons laying all over the apron. Missy carries the belts to her seat at the time keepers table and places them on the table. The referee is about to call for the bell when the OWF Tron flickers to life. President Chase Johnson is seen sitting behind his desk, evoking a series of boos from the crowd.

Dunn - Quiet down, CJ is trying to speak you mexicans.

Prez CJ - Hold on one just second. With the success of the PDA Championship Match, and noticing how similar that match would be with this one -- I decided to make a little change. It will still be a Fatal Four Way Match, with one competitor from each team in the ring at the same time. Competitors may tag in ANY superstar they choose, but four superstars must remain active in the ring at all times. When a pinfall is secured on any member of any team, both members of that team are eliminated from the match and must leave ringside. Eventually only two teams will remain, with Tornado Tag Rules in effect in keeping with four competitors being in the ring at all times -- and the team to score the first fall will be victorious.

The fans give a mixed reaction.

Prez CJ - And PDA Rules are still in effect. Enjoy the match.

The screen cuts to black and the referee calls for the bell. X-Terminator steps forward, ripping off his shirt and exposing a Cult of Steel shirt as well.

Falcoon - Great.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

A majority of the competitors have no problems stepping to the apron, leaving Jared Wave, JC, X-Terminator and Porta Prince as the four active competitors in the ring. Wave immediately lunges at JC, taking him to the mat with a double leg takedown and mounting him without pause. He fires away with right and left fists, one after the other trying to keep JC down.

Kissens - Cool is getting repaid for what he did to Jared.

Dunn - It's JC now, jackass.

Meanwhile, X-Terminator hobbles towards Porta Prince and grapples with him in a collar and elbow tie up. The two men circle around, trying to gain the upper hand with Prince gaining the advantage and pushing X-T down to one knee. X-Terminator pulls himself back up, and swings around the back of Porta Prince holding his left arm. He holds him in a hammerlock, wrenching his arm upwards, but Porta throws an elbow back that finds it's mark across the right temple of X-Terminator. He releases the grasp he has on Porta Prince who turns around and knocks X-T to the ground with a hard left jab. Wave is still in control over JC, but he is starting to deflect a majority of Jared's shots which have considerably weakened. JC nails a swift shot to the sternum of Wave, knocking him to the mat as he gasps for air and JC quickly returns to his feet.

Falcoon - X-T can barely stand, and Steel isn't in much better shape if he makes a tag.

Dunn - He's able to tag anyone though.

Porta picks up X-Terminator and tosses him back into his corner. Steel tags himself in and limps into the ring, but Porta Prince kicks his leg out from under him. Rockstar applauds in the corner while Steel lays on the mat. On the other side of the ring, JC has now picked up Jared Wave and has him pressed back first up against the ropes. JC nails a hard uppercut that nearly sends Wave over the top rope and to the floor, but instead he slips through them and crashes to the apron. JC steps out, picking Wave up onto his shoulders in a tourture rack position.

Kissens - He's going for a Jersey Driver off the apron!

JC eyes up a table on the concrete floor below, but Jared fights his way out of the torture rack by spinning around. He grabs a hold of JC's head and while still in midair dives off the apron. Wave drives JC face first through one of the tables at ringside with a diving bulldog. The fans go nuts, with both men laying on the outside holding various parts of their bodies. Meanwhile in the ring Porta Prince has grabbed an unopened beer bottle from a sixpack off the ring apron with his right hand, and then grasps a kendo stick in his left hand. He swings the stick down at Steel who is on his knees, but Trent grabs a hold of it under his right arm as it connects with his ribs. He yanks the stick from Porta, but in reaction Prince rears back his right hand and shatters the beer bottle over the forehead of Trent Steel, sending beer and foam splattering across the ring. Trent remains on his knees as blood slowly rolls down his face from prior wounds.

Falcoon - Wave countered Joe on the outside, and Porta has Steel right where he wants him.

Dunn - Who would have thought this is how the match would start?

Wave pulls himself using the ring skirt, dragging himself onto the apron and grabbing a steel chair from a mess of weapons. He rolls into the ring and pushes himself up being Porta Prince. Wave weilds the chair back and swings, but Porta turns and knocks the chair from Jared's hands before he can connect. Porta grabs a hold of Jared Wave and irish whips him back into the turnbuckle where Rockstar waits. He slaps Wave and enters the ring, charging in as he stumbles out of the corner and nailing a clothesline to the back of his head.

Kissens - Both Rockstar and Porta are in the ring.

Dunn - That's allowed.

Rockstar motions at Trent Steel and both he and Porta walk over to him, and yank him up to his feet. They double irish whip him across the ropes, and when he bounces back Porta steps back and Steel crashes into Rockstar. Trent falls to one knee while Rockstar stumbles around, when suddenly Porta lifts Rockstar up onto his shoulder. He quickly sits out and drives Rockstars head down between his legs.

Falcoon - Porta Prince just nailed his own partner with the 3rd World Takedown!

Kissens - What the hell, ya'll!

Porta covers Rockstar as the referee looks around. He drops to all fours and begins the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - Porta Prince has pinned...Rockstar. Therefore the team of Porta Prince and Rockstar is eliminated!

Falcoon - He really didn't want in this tag match.

Dunn - Dumbass, that'll be his last chance.

Kissens - Down to three, guys.

Falcoon - Hopefully no more turns.

With two active men eliminated, Skotty Surph gets into the ring and runs across the ring, yanking X-Terminator over the top rope and into the ring. Surph lifts him up, but from behind he is grabbed by recovered Steel and taken down to the mat. Both men roll around on the canvas trying to the gain the upper hand, but neither is able to fight the other off. Eventually both Skotty Surph and Trent Steel release their graps on each other, and turn in opposite directions while dragging themselves back to their feet. Skotty gets up first, and takes Steel right down with a hard chop to the chest, but Steel hops right back up to his feet. He unleashes a open handed slap across the pectorals of Skotty, which stuns him enough to drop him to one knee. As Steel steps forward, Surph drives his head upward into the sternum of Steel which doubles him over. Skotty places the top of his head under the jaw of Trent, and places both of his hands on top of Trent's head. Skotty dives to his knees and nails a jawbreaker on Trent, which sends him to his back. Meanwhile, JC rolls back into the ring sporting a crimson mask of blood and X-Terminator pulls a mop from off the ring apron on the outside. He swings it back, then down across the neck of JC which sends him right down the mat thwarting any progress he has made. X-Terminator lifts JC and throws him back into his own corner, where Moxie backs off at first while X-T approaches and brings a lifting knee to the ribcage of JC while hung up in the corner. X-T steps back into the middle of the ring, while Surph turns away from stomping on Trent Steel on the opposide side of the ring.

Falcoon - Moxie is too afraid to approach JC.

Kissens - Or she's aware X-T is about to charge.

X-T darts towards JC in the corner, but at the last second he flings his right foot up and catches X-Terminator flush in the mouth. He stumbles outwards, into a reverse waist lock from Skotty Surph who turns it into a german suplex before bridging his back into a pinning combination. The referee slides into place and makes the count...1...2...kickout!

Dunn - Surph capitalized on X-T's mistake.

Kissens - It nearly got he and Steel eliminated, along with Porta Prince and Rockstar.

Falcoon - Lets give credit to JC for countering X-T's attempt to crush him.

Dunn - He wouldn't have had to worry about it if his partner helped him out.

Kissens - He was in his own corner, y'all. But I can't fault my girl Moxie!

JC turns, and sets his sights on the recovering Jared Wave, who is standing outside on the ring apron, with a look of revenge upon his face. Before JC can get to the corner, he is slapped on the back by Moxie, tagging herself in. She hops into the ring, much to the approval of the fans and walks past Trent Steel. She slaps him across the back of the head as he pushes himself up. Unexpectedly he charges after her, but Moxie ducks behind JC. Steel runs into JC who doesn't budge as Trent and he collide. Moxie takes his chance to springboard up to the top rope and leap off -- nailing Trent Steel right across the face with a dropkick that sends him shooting across the ring. JC retreats to the apron on the outside, while Moxie glances at Surph and X-T doing battle on the mat.

Falcoon - Surph has plans for X-T! He obviously isn't done from the PDA Match.

Kissens - Did you see that teamwork from Moxie and Cool?

Dunn - Moxie just ran behind him.

Kissens - Yeah! It was smart!

Both Skotty Surph and X-Terminator roll out of the ring in their battle, standing to their feet on the outside and duking it out with vicious strikes from various points on their arms. Surph nails X-T directly in the chin with a blunt elbow, while X-T counters by planting the sole of his boot into the midsection Surph. Skotty coughs a bit as he gasps for air, and X-T pounces. He grabs Surph by the back of his head and tosses him towards the steel ring steps. Instead of crashing into them, Skotty leaps up onto them and walks onto the apron. He grabs a stop sign off of it and tosses it down to X-Terminator who catches it. Surph leaps off and nails a missle dropkick from the apron into the stop sign, which is driven back into the face of X-Terminator. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Moxie is dragging Steel's body towards her corner. Steel hops up and pushes her away before turning to JC and nailing him with a right hand. The referee signals a tag was made.

Dunn - We get to see how they function as a team now.

Steel bails out of the ring with a smile on his face while JC enters the ring with Moxie. Surph rolls X-Terminator into the ring who stands up and instantly charges at both Moxie and JC. He is stood up by hard shot by JC and Moxie grabs a hold of his head. She runs up the ropes and tries flipping over.

Kissens - Tickled P--

X-Terminator holds her in the air and tosses her off into the middle of the ring. She crashes to her back and JC immediately runs at X-Terminator, who falls to the mat and takes JC down with a drop toe hold. Skotty Surph pulls himself back into the ring and chop blocks X-Terminator from behind, taking him down to one knee. He grabs a hold of the back of his head and his trunks, and throws X-T shoulder first, through the middle and top ropes, directly into the ring post in his corner. Wave slaps the back of X-Terminator and comes into the ring.

Kissens - It's split now!

Dunn - Team Moxie and Hang Ten.

Falcoon - Wow. And X-T, along with Steel are both getting a great breather.

Moxie pulls herself up to all fours, but Wave steps on her back and springboards off at a now standing JC. He nails a flying shoulder block, sending him down to the mat while Surph rolls under the bottom rope and grabs one of the unopened tables on the floor at ringside. He slides one onto the apron, and the fans show excitement as Wave picks it up inside the ring. He sets up the legs and flips it onto them by the time Surph is back in the ring. Moxie is on her knees, but Wave measures her up and nails a hard shin kick right across her face.

Kissens - Ouch.

Dunn - That's what happens when you play with the big boys.

Surph positions the table parallel to the corner, then turns to JC. When he turns around he is met with a hard elbow, but Wave is able to neutralize JC with a dropkick that stumbles him backwards into the corner. Skotty and Jared both turn and lift JC into the air, looking to flapjack him through the table but JC grabs both men in a front face lock and falls back -- connecting with a double DDT to the mat. Moxie pulls herself up and begins dragging Surph away from the corner while he holds his head, and she scoops him up to his feet. Once there, Moxie whips Skotty across his right cheek using the top of her right foot with a devastating roundhouse kick. Surph falls to one knee, prompty Roxie to step forward and deliver a snap kick with her left foot to the neck and shoulder area of Skotty Surph. The momentum from the shot stands him up to his feet holding both sides of his head. Moxie looks for another sharp right kick, this time to Surph's ribs but Skotty catches her at the knee and spins himself down to the mat. While he falls he twists and tosses Moxie across the ring by her leg with a Dragon Screw.

Falcoon - Ouch! Third time was not a charm there!

As Moxie comes to a sliding stop at the corner where Trent Steel stands, he laughs and reaches in -- slapping her on the top of her head and getting into the ring. Meanwhile, in the same corner as before, Jared Wave and JC stand up to their feet and begin regaining their senses. Surph turns and walks up behind JC, getting on all fours behind him which prompts Wave to dive at JC and take him down with a diving forearm with the help of a trip from the body of Surph.

Dunn - Team work is going to prevail!

Kissens - You may be right. They are working like a well oiled machine.

Skotty reaches down, grabbing JC by the hair as Steel watches from the corner. He keeps his eyes focused on his opponents as both Surph and Wave lift JC up and lay him across the table, laying a fury of forearms down onto him to keep him unable from moving. The fans get excited as both Surph and Wave climb up to the top rope on the same turnbuckle. They both motion their arms in the air.

Kissens - Look out JC!

Trent Steel runs across the mat and knocks the leg of Surph off the turnbuckle and he crotches himself across the top rope. This sends Wave off balance as he leaps. He flies head first towards the ring -- but JC hops off the table and grabs Wave in a standing firemans carry. He spins Wave around and nails a sitout spinebuster before pinning him. The referee slides in to make the count on the broken pieces of wood...1...2...3!

Kissens - Solitare Unraveling!

Dunn - And it was enough to get him the victory.

Missy Janson - JC has pinned Jared Wave...Therefore, Hang Ten has been eliminated!

Falcoon - Surph and Wave were looking for their signature tag team move, The Wipeout, but it was foiled.

Steel and JC stand up, as X-Terminator and Moxie Roxie enter from opposite corners. The two teams stand off and begin walking towards each other. X-T swing at JC, as does Steel, while Moxie is left alone. JC stumbles backwards but bounces off the ropes and nails X-T with a hard right that sends him through the ropes to the outside. Moxie then charges at Steel who turns towards her a second too late and Moxie leaps into the air and wraps her legs around the head of Steel. She swings him over the top rope and crashing through a table at ringside with a headscissors takedown. JC and Moxie stand tall in the ring when they motion for each other. X-Terminator stands up on the outside and JC grabs Moxie's arm. He irish whips her as hard as he can in the opposite direction -- but doesn't let go. He then irish whips her back the other way at full speed, and Moxie leaps clear over the top rope onto X-Terminator. Somehow X-T catches her and tosses her over his head, tumbling over the announcers table and into the laps of the announcers, with a fallaway slam.

Falcoon - JESUS!

Kissens - Moxie get up!

Dunn - That didn't work out too well.

Moxie pulls herself from around the table as X-Terminator snakes back into the ring, this time with a guitar he picked up from the ring apron. He weilds it back as JC approaches and destroys it over the head of JC. He falls to one knee and X-T grabs him in a front face lock, quickly nailing DDT in the middle of the ring.

Dunn - He's going for the cover.

Falcoon - That could be it!

X-Terminator pins JC as the referee drops to make the count...1...2...kickout by JC. On the outside of the ring, Trent Steel begins pulling himself out from the broken table and towards the ring while Moxie has a grasp of the announcers table and is back on her unsteady feet. She limps towards the ring, and reaches under the ring skirts. She fumbles around before pulling out a pink steel chair and holding it high in the air. The fans roar, and Moxie slides into the ring with the chair in hand. X-Terminator and hops up as Moxie swings, grabbing the chair from her grasp. JC pulls himself up with the help of the ropes, his back to the action. X-T runs at JC, cracking the pink steel chair flush across his spinal cord. Unfortunately for him, JC is mostly unharmed and he just shows a look of anger.

Kissens - Uh oh.

X-T's eyes widen and in fright he tosses the chair into the hands of Moxie, and collapses flat down to his back.

Falcoon - He's playing dead!

The fans in the arena laugh as Cool turns around, seeing Moxie with the chair. She smiles, and drops it -- then begins trying to explain.

Dunn - That's strategy.

JC backs Moxie into the corner, and X-T hops up with a hold of the chair. He swings and connects to the back of JC's head this time and he falls down to the mat. Moxie, enraged, hops up to the second rope and dives off with a dropkick to the chest of X-T who drops the chair and is shoved chest first against the ropes. Moxie runs at those ropes, swinging through the middle and top ropes and driving both of her feet directly into the manhood of X-Terminator. He bends over, which prompts Moxie to slingshot herself over the top rope and execute a flawless sunset flip. The referee drops down into place.

Kissens - She's got him with The Roxlide!

1...2...Trent Steel dives in and pushes Moxie off of X-T, breaking up the count. X-T rolls up to his feet and he holds his head, staring down at Moxie while Steel hoists himself up using the ring ropes. JC begins to move as blood runs down the side of his head, and Moxie is on one knee looking at both Steel and X-Terminator across the ring and begins pressing herself up to a standing position. As she does, JC bursts from his crouched position and runs at X-Terminator. He takes him down with a huge boot to the face, Trent begins pounding on JC from behind when Moxie grabs the steel chair from earlier and brings it right across the back of Steel. He falls to his knees when suddenly JC hoists Moxie Roxie up into a firemans carry.

Kissens - Another doublecross!

JC spins her around and nails Solitare Unraveling across the midsection of X-Terminator. The fans cheer as a dazed Moxie lays across his chest while he lays flat on his back. The referee quickly drops in and looks for the count...1...2...kickout by X-Terminator.

Falcoon - What a nice bit of teamwork there.

Dunn - I agree. They must have planned that ahead of time.

Kissens - Or JC just tossed Moxie.

Dunn - True.

JC reaches down and kicks X-Terminator across the side of his head. Moxie rolls over and slowly gets to her knees, using the ropes to stand up when she is attacked from behind by Trent. He nails her with a few forearms to the small of her back and forces her into the corner. When Steel approaches Moxie, she slides out from his lunge and begins a series of fast kicks to his ribs while Steel is hung up in the corner. He slumps down to a seated position on the canvas as Moxie reaches down to lift him back up -- but Steel wraps his arms around her, spins around and tosses Moxie over his head with a spinning belly to belly suplex. Meanwhile, on the adjacent side of the ring, JC has stomped X-Terminator out onto the ring apron on the outside. He steps through the ropes, and joins X-T on the apron where he tugs him up to his feet and shoves X-T's head between his legs.

Falcoon - This doesn't spell good things for X-T.

Steel picks Moxie up on the otherside of the ring and presses her back first up against the ropes opposite the side of the ring where JC and X-T are. JC reaches down, wrapping his arms around the midsection of X-Terminator and lifts him straight up onto his shoulders in a powerbomb position. JC turns, facing the outside while right infront of a wooden table upon the concrete floor. He keeps his back to the ring as X-T waives his arms for a second before throwing a right hand down to the face of JC.

Dunn - X-Terminator has nowhere to go except down.

X-Terminator nails a left hand to the face of JC this time, but JC doesn't release X-T.

Falcoon - He's about to head there!

JC looks for the powerbomb, holding X-Terminator up in the air on the apron -- but from behind Moxie Roxie is irish whipped off the ropes, causing her to connect with JC's back. Moxie stumbles towards Steel and she is able to take Steel down by a flying dropkick at his already injured knee. Meanwhile on the apron, JC is shoved once Moxie crashes into his back -- and this allows X-Terminator to swing backwards, executing a flawless hurricanrana on JC from the ring apron, crashing down through a table and connecting with the floor. X-T lays on top of JC on the outside as the referee slides in to place and makes the count...

Dunn - JC went for the powerbomb!

Falcoon - Now X-T has a cover!

Kissens - Moxie is trying to get out there to break up the count.

Dunn - It's no use!

...1...2...kickout by JC!

Falcoon - He kicked out!

X-Terminator stands up, only to find Moxie Roxie flying over the top rope with a slingshot cross body block. He catches her in midair and drives her backwards up against the steel ring post. He then drops her down to the concrete on the outside, turning his attention back towards JC. While X-T was dealing with Moxie, JC pulled out a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire from under the ring and laid it on the ground on the outside. As X-Terminator approaches, JC grabs the bat and drives it right into the midsection of X-T sending him down to both knees screaming in pain. JC weilds the bat back, but from inside the ring Trent Steel pulls it out of his grasp before he can bring it down onto X-T. JC yells at Steel, allowing X-T to low blow JC and come up to his feet swinging with a right uppercut that stumbles JC down to a seated position. Steel leaves the barbed wire bat in the ring and exits, joining up with X-Terminator in double teaming JC while Moxie recovers on the adjacent side of the ring.

Dunn - JC didn't think this is how his first defense would go.

Kissens - I bet he pictured a lot greener pastures.

Falcoon - The Thugs held the belts for so long, now tag teams are trading the belts like they give you AIDS.

Dunn - And that's silly...

Kissens - Totally.

Dunn - The only way to get AIDS in the OWF is to sleep with Jackie.

Kissens - Fuck you.

Falcoon - That was low, James.

JC tries getting up to his feet, but Steel and X-T pummel away at him with right and left hands only. They press him back first, in a seated position up against the steel steps while X-T reaches under the ring to pull out a ladder. It's only about ten feet long, so he has no problem weilding it. He rears back and drives the top rungs of the ladder directly into JC's head -- slamming it back up against the unforgiving steel ring steps. X-T discards the ladder by leaning it up against the top ring rope while still closed. Trent Steel bends down, lifting the bloodied JC up to his feet and grabs him in a front face lock with his right arm. X-T walks over, and also grabs JC in a front face lock, but with his left arm. Trent tosses JC's right arm over his head, while X-T tosses the left arm of JC over his head. Both Steel and X-T position themselves at the base of the ramp and nail a double suplex on JC directly onto the steel ramp. JC holds his back in pain, but rolls over onto his stomach to glance up at Steel. Meanwhile, Moxie Roxie has pulled herself up into the ring and she starts climbing up the ring ropes where the ladder is laid up against. She stands up on the top rope, balancing herself while holding herself directly in front of the ladder. She yells, which prompts Steel and X-T to look up as Moxie pushes herself off the top rope and onto the rungs of one side of the unopened ladder as it tips down towards the ramp.

Dunn - MOXIE! OH NO!

On the way down the ladder cracks X-Terminator directly across the top of his head, while Steel was nailed right across his right shoulder. Moxie bounces off the steel ladder as it connects with the ramp and rolls over onto her back clutching her chest and abdomen.

Falcoon - All four competitors are down.

Dunn - And Moxie probably can't bare children anymore.

Kissens - Doesn't that ruin your life plan?

Dunn - Just for the next five years or so.

The fans cheer loudly, as a new chant breaks out throughout the fans along the ramp -- screaming "Blood-Sweat-And Tears! Blood-Sweat-And Tears!". Trent Steel begins to stir first, using the steel barricade between the ramp and the crowd. JC uses the ramp to roll himself up to his feet, with his eyes focused on Steel who remains within striking distance. Both Moxie and X-Terminator seem to be most effected from the ladder tipping incident, which prompts JC to charge at Steel. Trent moves, allowing JC to crash into the steel guard rail, then grabs him by the back of his head and charges him back towards the ring. With all of his might, Steel tosses JC under the bottom rope and into the ring. Trent crawls up onto the ring apron, when from behind Moxie pulls herself up and grabs a hold of the ladder. He flings it up, connecting flush with the back of Trent Steel and knocks him from the apron. Moxie looks to go after Steel, while X-Terminator sneaks into the ring unbeknownst to JC, Moxie or the referee. He pulls himself up while JC has his back to him. JC turns around and X-T kicks him in the stomach. He tucks JC's head between his legs and with all of his remaining strength lifts him up into a Crucifix Powerbomb Position. He tosses JC over his head, but grabs a hold of him around the neck on his way down -- driving him face first to the mat with a DDT.

Dunn - The X-Ecutioner!

X-Terminator covers JC, while to their left Steel is holding the legs of Moxie while she tries to crawl back into the ring to break up the count.

Falcoon - The count!

Dunn - Unless Moxie can wiggle free...

The referee drops to his knees and administers the count...1...2...3!

Dunn - Nope. She couldn't.

Kissens - They did it! That unlikely team pulled it off.

Missy Janson - The winners of this bout and the NEW OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions...The team of X-TERMINATOR and TRENT STEEEEEL!

Moxie dives on X-T after the bell rings, just out on instinct and not being convinced they lost. The referee informs her of the three count and Moxie hangs her head.

Falcoon - Jesus. These guys are everywhere.

Both men receive their belts. X-T holds up both the PDA and Blood Tag Titles, while Steel holds up the LillyAss and Tears Tag Titles. Ring technicians swarm the ring, and begin clearing all the weapons.

Kissens - They earned that win tonight. You know they weren't 100% by any stretch of the term, y'all.

Dunn - It's a number.

Kissens - It can be a term, y'all.

Dunn - Stop saying "y'all".

Falcoon - Yeah. Seriously. It's annoying.

From backstage, about two dozen ring technicians wheel out the four steel platforms upon dollys as X-T and Steel disappear backstage. They approach ringside and unload them.

Kissens - Oh shut up y'all, it's my gimmick.

Dunn - What are the laws about murder in Mexico?

Falcoon - Not good.

The feed cuts backstage to outside the Moxie Roxie locker room. Akira Kanemura and Vacant are seen outside, fumbling with the door knob.

Vacant - I told you not to lock it!

Akira shakes his head and points at his own chest.

Vacant - Well! You also said you always have the key with you!

Akira looks at him blankly as from down the corner, Moxie appears looking unhappy to say the least.

Vacant - Crap. Okay. Kick it in, she'll be pissed otherwise.

Moxie walks up before Akira has the chance and walks past both superstars, ignoring them and reaching for the door knob. When she can't enter, she rears back and knees the door -- breaking it off it's frame. She enters, leaving Akira and Vacant outside looking stunned.

Vacant - Whoa. That was hot.

Vacant enters and the lights turn on, where we find a wooden coffin laying directly in the middle of the room. It is covered in dirt, mud and grass and a trail of foot prints can be seen exiting the room. Vacant follows them outside, as they head off towards the entrance way. He kneels down, touching the footprint with his finger.

Vacant - Valtiel.

Vacant heads off as the feed cuts to the ring as the Platforms are being fastened around each of the four sides. The second platform is set into place and fastened properly. The technicians that surround the ring begin work on the third platform immediately.

Falcoon - Man, this night keeps getting weirder and weirder.

Dunn - Did Valtiel put his dead friends coffin into Team Moxie's locker room?

Kissens - I think so, y'all.

Dunn - Man, that must smell terrible.

Falcoon - Definitely not what Moxie was going for as an arouma.

Dunn - Yeah. Dead people are not very easing on the senses.

Three of the four platforms are fastened, and the fourth is having the finishing touches done to it to lock it into place.

Falcoon - It's a strong message he wanted to send to Vacant and Moxie.

Kissens - I don't know if it's a smart one, though.

Dunn - I doubt he wants to light a fire under Vacant.

Falcoon - He's in puppy love at this point. He'll do anything.

Missy Janson stands up at ring side as the final touches are done on the platforms. The structure looks great, with each five foot long steel platform extending outward from a flush connection from the ring apron. The ring barricades are pushed back, along with the fans, and ring techs run up the ramp and disappear backstage.

Dunn - Okay, whatever. Talking is done now, lets see some action.

Missy Janson - The following matchup is a Platform Match, scheduled for a one fall. It is for the OWF I Heart Moxie Championship!

The fans erupt as Missy stands at ringside with a wide smile upon her face.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the challenger, from Louisville, Kentucky...Valtiel!

Valtiels normal entrance video plays accompanied by "God Made Retards" by Moxie Roxie.

Honey look at me
I've got pink hair and leather
God made the retards
So I'd look that much better.

Valtiel walks out from the entrance ramp, looking very unimpressed with Vacant's choice of theme music for him and covered in a thick layer a drief brown mud.

Kissens - Geez! Does this guy shower at all?

Dunn - He has dreads. I'm thinking not

Falcoon - Man, Vacant really got him good this time with that song though.

Dunn - I guess so. The guy is dity.

Valtiel climbs up the caging of the Platform and up onto it. He approaches the area where the platform meets the apron and steps through the ropes into the ring as the song slowly fades to silence over the speakers. There is a thick buzz within the crowd as he retreats to his corner and awaits his opponent.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Brantford, Ontario, Canada...He is the current OWF I Heart Moxie Champion...Vacant!

Heavy piano chords slam out over the PA as "Bastard" by Ben Folds somberly ques in for the crowd. The curtains ripple as Vacant slips through, tugging down on the blaze orange ski mask covering his face, and begins the long stride down the ramp in the midst of a strong applause. In the background, the OWF Tron shows his regular video with the Moxie-Vacant Kiss split into the video at random intervals.

Falcoon - The fans in Mexico love Vacant.

Kissens - As they should. He's great.

He scans the crowd briefly as he walks, before tearing his attention back to the ring and forcing himself to focus, climbing up the caging of the Platform and standing on the thick steel that surrouns the ring. He climbs up the ropes, and takes a seat on the top turnbuckle bolt, elbows on his knees, waiting for the bell to sound and truly seal his fate. A huge heart with Moxie's face in it flashes over the OWF Tron, rippling into the buckle of the I Heart Moxie Title and then pulling back to be held overhead by Vacant standing in the position of the 'I' from the TEAM MOXIE logo.

Missy sits down at ringside and the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Falcoon - I'm glad he chose that for himself.

Dunn - Yeah otherwise I'd say he was in the doghouse.

Vacant walks to the center of the ring, as does Valtiel. The two men stare at each other, sharing some words without any strikes being exchanged. Vacant pushes Valtiel who steps back and throws a wide right arm at Vacant who ducks under the clothesline attempt. Valtiel runs against the set of ropes he is facing and charges back to Vacant -- who drops to his back and extends both of his feet into the abdomen of Valtiel, performing a monkey flip that sends Valtiel crashing to his back with little impact. Valtiel, barely damaged from the move, pulls himself up and rushes back at Vacant who kips up to his feet. Valtiel attempts to grab a hold of Vacant around his chest while sprinting towards him, but Vacant ducks down and trips up the legs of Valtiel with a drop toe hold that sends him throat first across the middle rope. The fans get even more behind Vacant, who jumps to his feet and keeps his focus on Valtiel who pulls himself up although gasping for air. Vacant doesn't budge, he just stands in wait letting Valtiel recover. Once he does, Valtiel immediately shuffles his feet and darts back at Vacant. He looks for a running elbow strike, but Vacant hooks his arm and floats around behind him. He doesn't pursue it any further, and Vacant chooses to just back off into the of the ring in a prepared stance for Valtiel. He turns around, very frustrated and slowly staks towards Vacant.

Kissens - Vacant is playing catch me if you can.

Dunn - But Valtiel wants no part of it.

Falcoon - Once he catches him..

Kissens - If..

Falcoon - If he catches Vacant, the teenager will be in trouble.

The two men look at each other and begin to circle, when Valtiel charges at Vacant. He somersaults out of the way of Valtiels lunge and Vacant picks himself up. Valtiel and dives at the legs of Vacant, who leapfrogs over the back of Valtiel and lands on his feet behind him -- kicking backwards and connecting with the lower back of Valtiel. Vacant looks out to the crowd who cheers, but he is caught off guard when Valtiel whips his left arm around and connects across the throat of Vacant with a powerful clothesline. Valtiel hoists himself up and breathes a deep sigh before reaching down and grabbing a hold of the masked head of Vacant. He grabs him around his right wrist and attempts to irish whip him into the opposite set of ropes. Vacant is able to reverse the irish whip, and again send Valtiel into the ropes. As Valtiel hits them, back first, he sees Vacant preparing for his return. At the last second, Valtiel hooks the top rope with both of his arms and stops dead in his tracks.

Dunn - Smart move.

Vacant bounces off the adjacent set of ropes and runs at Valtiel and in a forward dive drives a high knee right across the face of his opponent. His momentum carries Vacant over the top rope and crashing down onto one of the steel platforms outside of the ring with a loud thud right next to Valtiel -- who is down on one knee holding his face in a deep amount of pain on the platform.

Falcoon - I've never seen anything like that before.

Kissens - He's pulling out all the stops to reclaim Moxie's name.

Dunn - That rhymed, a lot.

Vacant pulls himself up to his feet first, and backs away from Valtiel as he picks himself up on the steel platform as well. Vacant freezes, glances at the ring ropes and in a single bound leaps up to the top rope. He springboards off the top rope onto Valtiel, who catches Vacant and easily tosses him off the platform and out into the crowd over the caged barried.

Kissens - Oh no. This spells bad things!

Vacant is helped up by fans in The Splatter Zone, who help him get right back up onto the steel platform. The fans roar as he rolls back onto it, but Valtiel is waiting with a hard stomp to the chest. Vacant continues his roll along the platform, rolling towards the ring. Valtiel follows and manages to nail one more stomp on Vacant before he slips into the ring. Becoming enraged, Valtiel skips through the ropes and back into the ring -- only to have Vacant hop up and jump back onto the steel platform. Valtiel turns around and bends through the middle and top ropes, looking to exit back onto the platform. Meanwhile, as Valtiel bends over, Vacant springboards to the middle rope this time and leaps off -- laying himself out sideways. When Valtiel peers his head through the ropes, Vacant drives his elbow down with crushing force across the base of his skull with a springboard elbow drop. Both men hit the platform in a bit of pain, with Valtiel showing it worse at this point.

Falcoon - The platform match benefits the faster competitor.

Dunn - But, I'll always say. If a power wrestler got a hold of a small wrestler on that platform...

Kissens - Yeah. It'd be death.

Dunn - Exactly.

The referee now steps out onto the platform, joining both competitors as they slowly begin moving themselves towards standing positions. Vacant is able to do so first, and again awaits Valtiel to return to his feet. Vacant backs off as far as he can and stops as soon as Valtiel gets to his feet -- he then darts directly at him and leaps into the air, looking for a leg lariat. Valtiel is able to catch the much lighter Vacant in midair, holding him like a baby before throwing him over his head and into the ring. Valtiel drops to a knee, trying to regain his composurer -- while Vacant rolls out of the toss and stands straight up in the center of the ring. Valtiel pushes himself up to his feet with his back to Vacant, who turns and runs against the opposite set of ropes from the side of the ring where Valtiel is. He charges back, keeping his eyes on Valtiel who slowly stumbles around and down to a knee, and in one leap springboards over the top rope. Vacant propels himself towards the steel platform. He places his left foot on the extended knee of Valtiel and drives his right knee directly into Valtiel's face.

Falcoon - Shining Wizard from over the top rope.

Kissens - That's what speed can do for you.

Dunn - It's a hell of a drug.

Vacant senses he has the advantage and he steps back into the ring, climbing the turnbuckle and crouching upon the top rope out of sight of Valtiel. He glances down at his opponent as Valtiel begins pulling himself up, checking his face for blood. He stands up and turns around, and Vacant leaps off the top rope. He extends his feet outward looking for a missle dropkick, but Valtiel drops to one knee and allows Vacant to sail over him. Vacant crashes down to the steel platform with his own momentum being the driving force.

Falcoon - No amount of drugs would help him there.

Valtiel picks himself up, dragging his feet as he approaches Vacant and drags him to his feet and into a front face lock. Valtiel tosses Vacant's left arm over his head and lifts him straight up into the air in a vertical suplex position. To show off to the crowd he holds Vacant there, although the champion kicks his legs rabidly. Finally Vacant is able to float over behind Valtiel, but as he lands he is caught with the point of Valtiel's right elbow which he drives backwards into his temple. Vacant is dazed, which allows Valtiel to grab him from behind and propel him chest first into the ring ropes while still on the platform. Vacant backpeddles out and quickly finds himself in a reverse waist lock applied by Valtiel. In a split second, Valtiel tosses Vacant over his head with a release german suplex that folds him up like an accordion upon impact on his neck and shoulders on the unforgiving steel of the platform.

Falcoon - James, it looks like you were right.

Dunn - I know. I always am. Nobody ever listens to me.

Kissens - Sorry, what we're you saying? I wasn't listening.

Dunn - You're a bitch.

Valtiel rolls over and covers Vacant, and the referee drops down to his knees. He makes the count...1...2...kickout by Vacant. Valtiel drags Vacant up to his feet, slapping him right across his face before Valtiel tosses him into the ring. Vacant, somehow, lands on his feet with his both of his hands on the top rope. Both of his feet touch the canvas inside the ring and he slingshots himself over the top rope, nailing a flying crossbody which takes Valtiel down on the platform. Vacant lays on top of Valtiel while the referee counts the pin...1...2...Valtiel pushes Vacant off of him with relative ease. Valtiel rolls from the platform and under the bottom rope. He pulls himself up to a kneeling position inside the ring -- when out of nowhere he is crushed by a somersaulting axekick from a springboarding Vacant.

Falcoon - This kid just doesn't stop!

Valtiel's face bounces off the mat, but he pulls himself straight up. Vacant looks stunned and runs towards the nearest set of ropes. He leaps and places both of his feet on the middle rope, using it to propel his body through a backflip towards Valtiel. As Vacant's midsection crashes down onto the shoulder of Valtiel with the springboard moonsault, Valtiel drops to one knee from the impact but holds onto Vacant -- keeping him on his shoulder. He stands up and pulls Vacant into a firemans carry, before spinning him out in an attempt for The Gallow's Fall.

Kissens - He's got i--

Vacant twists in midair and lands on his feet, but Valtiel is ready and clocks him right across the jaw with a hard right fist which staggers him back into the ropes. Vacant's momentum bounces him off of them and back towards Valtiel, who knocks Vacant down to the mat with a huge boot to the chest. Valtiel wastes little time, bending down and lifting Vacant up and over his shoulder. He sits him on the top turnbuckle and throws a right hand to his face, before Valtiel begins climbing up the ropes as well.

Dunn - I don't wanna see what he has planned.

Vacant comes to and nails a quick chop to the throat of Valtiel, which sends him down to one knee in the middle of the ring once he falls from the second rope. While on the top rope, Vacant unstraps the padding on the corner. He then leaps from the top rope, but Valtiel catches him in a standing firemans carry once again. He spins Vacant around and tosses him over the top rope and lets him crash face first onto the steel platform outside the ring with an F-5.

Dunn - The Gallow's Fall on the steel! He just needs a pin now!

Kissens - But can he get there in time?

Valtiel crawls through the ropes, with the referee following behind him. He pushes Vacant over onto his back and lays across his chest while the referee drops to all fours and administers the count...1...2...Vacant grabs a hold of the bottom rope with the fingertips on his left hand. Valtiel pushes himself up, dragging Vacant with him and kneeing him in the abdomen. He tucks his head between his legs and lifts Vacant up for a crucifix powerbomb towards the ring. Vacant slides down the back of Vacant and takes a few steps back once he turns around.

Falcoon - He got lucky there.

Dunn - Vacant may have just been broken in half if he didn't squirm out of that.

Vacant runs up and grabs a hold of Valtiel's head, leaping over the top rope and executing a flawless diving bulldog. Instead of driving Valtiel's face into the mat, Vacant brings Valtiel down throat first across the top rope which hangs him up over the top rope gasping for air. Still on the inside of the ring, Vacant reaches to the outside and grabs two handfuls of the dreads of Valtiel. Vacant walks Valtiel across the ring and drives him face first into the exposed turnbuckle that Vacant brewed up earlier. Valtiel falls down to his back on the platform, a bit of blood beginning to trickle from his forehead. Vacant steps into the ring and makes an arm motion in the shape of an "M". He then circles his arms and shouts the letter "O".

Dunn - He's not really going through the whole list, is he?

Vacant crosses his arms as the crowd chants "X". He holds both arms up into the air, when from behind Valtiel charges back through the ropes and spears Vacant down to the mat at his waist. Valtiel grabs a hold of his head and begins slamming it backwards into the canvas in a rage, while more blood now comes from Valtiels forehead. He stands up, dragging Vacant up to his feet and irish whipping him as hard as he can across the ring. Valtiel extends his right foot up, looking for a big boot but Vacant is able to telegraph it this time. He keeps running and bounces off the opposite set of ropes, charging back at Valtiel. He dives down, connecting with a shoulder block at Valtiel's waist line which doubles him over.

Falcoon - Did he mean that?

Kissens - I think he tripped y'all.

Vacant slides behind Valtiel, pressing him chest first towards the ropes as he hooks him behind the knee, and dumps him over the top rope to the steel platform with The Vacancy. The fans go nuts, but Valtiel stands right up holding his head in a bit of pain. Vacant backs up against the far ropes and charges at Valtiel on the opposite platform. Valtiel turns around and Vacant dives through the ropes swinging himself around but misses Valtiel with the 619. Vacant continues the spin through the middle and top ropes, extending his feet back out to Valtiel and driving them into his crotch.

Dunn - The Roxlide on Valtiel.

Kissens - I bet Moxie is really happy now!

Valtiel is hung over on the ropes and Vacant quickly helps him out by joining him on the platform. He grabs a hold of Valtiels head and he snapmares him across the steel platform into the caged end. The Splatter Zone is hit with some of Valtiels blood as Vacant leaps up to the top rope and looks down at Valtiel on the platform. Vacant leaps off, flipping forward and nailing a Swanton Bomb on Valtiel. He quickly covers him while the referee takes up his place to count the fall.

Falcoon - And I bet Jesse isn't as happy seeing that!

Dunn - Nor is Valtiel!

1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match and STILL OWF I Heart Moxie Champion...VAAAACANT!

Vacant is given the I Heart Moxie Championship and he exits over the caged wall of the platform. He walks up the ramp, passed the ring technicians on their way to dismantle the ring, holding the title up in the air much to the delight of the fans.

Dunn - Great effort from Valtiel, but Vacant defends his championship for the fourth time now.

Kissens - He's setting a great example for kids out there.

Falcoon - I just hope this motivates Valtiel instead of letting it crush him.

Dunn - I agree.

Falcoon - Folks, we just need to--

We cut backstage where the feed is focused on the door of Jesse Williams' locker room. A knock is placed upon it, before the figure enters the room to find Jesse Williams sitting on his wooden stool staring at the door. The camera pulls in to see Trent Steel, holding both the LillyAss and the Tears Tag Team Title over each of his shoulders, staring right at Jesse.

Trent Steel - So, I heard you really lit it up the other night.

Jesse stands up and stands nose to nose with Steel. Trent backs down with a smile.

Trent Steel - Hey man, I didn't come here for this.

Williams continues staring directly into the eyes of Trent Steel as he slowlys backs out of the locker room.

Trent Steel - I just came to wish you good luck, champ.

Steel exits the room and the feed cuts back to a view of the ring, which has two of the platform removed from it at this time with the technicians working on the remaining pair.

Dunn - Trent is testing a broken man.

Falcoon - I don't know what to expect from Jesse.

Kissens - Not many do.

Falcoon - Well, as I was saying, we just have a quick commercial break and then we'll be back with your Main Event of the Evening...

Dunn - I can't wait. Seriously.

OWF PRESENTS
COLD BLACK DAY

LIVE ON PAY-PER VIEW, OCTOBER 26TH, 2008
FROM THE MANCHESTER ARENA IN MANCHESTER, ENGLAND!!

The feed cuts back to the ring, which is completely cleared of the platforms and also sports a brand new canvas. Referee Jamal Henderson stands in the ring while Missy Janson stands up from ring side with a microphone in her left hand. The cameras focus in on her as she paces towards the steel ring steps.

Falcoon - We're back folks, and if you didn't catch that -- we're goin to England in October!

Dunn - Ugh. I HATE this job!

Kissens - Yay! England, y'all!

Missy hikes up the steps and onto the ring apron, entering through the top and middle rope and placing both of her high heeled feet onto the ring canvas.

Dunn - This is going to be a bright spot of this crappy job.

Kissens - It's not every day you get to see a new World Champion crowned.

Falcoon - Jesse has held the belt since April 27th of this year. 141 days straight with four title defenses.

Kissens - He's passed Angel's record of 136 days, win or loss, but if he wins tonight he'll match his record of five defenses.

Missy Janson stands in the middle of the ring, with the fans growing louder and louder by the moment.

Dunn - Enough with the stats. Let's shut up so Missy can speak and get the hell out of there.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the Evening!!

The fans all rush back to their seats, eager to catch the introductions.

Missy Janson - The match is scheduled for a one fall, and it is for the OWF World Heavyweight Championship!

A huge roar that comes from the crowd is quickly interrupted as "Binge and Purge" by Clutch begins to play. Instantly, the fans turn and begin booing heavily.

Dunn - Not this guy. He sucks.

Frankie Diamond walks out from the back, in a full suit, and walks down the ramp towards the ring. About half way down, he reaches into the pocket of the suit pants and pulls out a microphone which he holds in his right hand. He skips up the steps and onto the apron, taking in the boos from the fans as he enters the ring. His music immediately fades out and Frankie walks to the center of the ring, ignoring the boos.

Frankie Diamond - I'm proud to be here tonight, because I have the great pleasure of announcing a match where the OWF World Title will change hands! The man who will be challenging in this match, comes from the city of Dallas in the great state of Texas. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome E...J...SLAAAAAAAAYER!!

"Power to Destroy" by ANJ hits, followed by a chorus of boos. EJ Slayer walks from the back, sporting a smile on his face. Frankie Diamond exits the ring, discarding his microphone and taking a seat at the announcers table. Slayer, meanwhile, is at the base of the ramp and slides under the bottom rope with a determined look on his face.

Diamond - Hey guys.

Kissens - Hey Frankie!

Falcoon - Shut up, Jackie.

He backs into his corner as Missy Janson assumes her position in the center of the ring. The music fades out and Missy begins to speak.

Missy Janson - And his opponent...From Las Vegas, Nevada...He is the current OWF World Heavyweight Champion...Jesse Williams!

Diamond - Fugitive! He should be arrested.

PA System - NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER!

"Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste" by Norma Jean hits the PA System and the fans explode louder than they have all night. A few moments pass before Jesse Williams walks out from the back, without the World Title.

Diamond - Where's the belt?

Dunn - He lost it in the fire.

Diamond - What kind of a moron lights his own house on fire?

Kissens - ..Allegedly.

Falcoon - Allegedly a moron or allegedly lit his house?

Kissens - Uhhh...Both?

Jesse keeps his eyes focused on the ring and he walks down the ramps, taking in the fans applause and using it to motivate himself towards the ring. He hops onto the apron, and steps through the ropes before planting both feet on the canvas. Jesse stares across the ring at EJ Slayer, before backing into his corner and preparing for the match.

Missy exits the ring to outside the apron and hops down to the outside. She returns to her seat and the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Jesse Williams and EJ Slayer walk to the center of the ring, where Slayer begins to talk to Williams. Jesse doesn't say a single word and just stares into EJ's face while he speaks. Finally Jesse rears back and cracks EJ Slayer right in his mouth with a closed fist, busting his lip open with the first strike of the match. The fans cheer, but Slayer runs at Jesse while seeming generally unphased by the punch. He grabs Williams around his thighs and takes him to his back on the mat with a double leg take down. Slayer grabs a hold of Jesse's right foot and wrenches back on it, but Williams grabs a hold of the bottom rope adjacent to his body. Slayer lets go of the leg grapevine and picks himself up to his feet, while Jesse does the same. EJ attempts a left hook, which Jesse ducks and turns into a reverse waist lock on Slayer. EJ can't break the clenched hands of Jesse, and chooses instead to slam his head backwards into the bridge of Jesse's nose. Slayer pulls himself free and turns, catching Jesse with a sharp left jab before taking him down with a european uppercut across his jaw.

Kissens - These two are so good at what they do, but they both go about it differently.

Diamond - Correction. EJ Slayer is good at what he does. Jesse is just flying around like a chicken with it's head cut off.

EJ lifts Jesse back to his groggy feet, before tossing a left forearm towards the brow of Williams. Jesse is able to get his right hand up to block the shot and throw a clenched left first directly into the face of Slayer. Following that strike up, Williams begins to unleash a series of shin kicks of various heights upon the right leg of EJ. Slayer grows frustrated and slides behind Jesses, back grabbing him in a full nelson -- lifting him straight into the air and slamming him back first down on the mat with a full nelson slam. As Jesse's head smacks off the canvas, Slayer reaches down casually and grabs a hold of Jesse's hair. In a quick tug he lifts Williams up, only to deck him right back down with a hooking right hand to the jaw, thrusting him down to a seated position on the mat. EJ rears his left leg back and drives his knee forward into the face of Jesse, knocking him flat down to his back on the mat.

Falcoon - Slayer wants to brawl with Jesse.

Dunn - Until Williams fights back, it seems.

Diamond - Slayer has his plan. I'm sure Jesse has his.

Kissens - He just can't seem to execute his as well as EJ right now.

Slayer bends down, grabbing a hold of the right forearm of Jesse with both arms. As he yanks Jesse back to his feet, EJ slings Williams into the corner and follows up with a hard clothesline against the turnbuckles. Slayer takes his time backing off Williams, the ref calls out a warning and Slayer executs a snapmare takedown on Jesse from the corner to the center of the mat where he drives his knees into the back of the grounded Williams. Slayer applies pressure to Jesse's arms by pulling them both behind his back. Williams climbs to one knee in the midst of the struggle, yelling in pain.

Falcoon - Slayer's got the strategy tonight, succeeding in keeping the champ grounded!

Dunn - I don't think Jesse's wearing a cup, I totally just got an eye full of nut shot.

Falcoon - Thanks for sharing.

Diamond - Jesse shouldn't even bother any longer.

The crowd gets behind Williams as they chant for the champ. Williams manages to maneuver himself up to both knees then with all his strength he pulls Slayer over his head and slams him to the mat. EJ Slayer leaps up first and tries to kick Jesse in the head, but Jesse ducks backwards from his knees -- allowing EJ's foot to sail over him as he plants his back flat to the mat, while still on both knees which are bent at an awkward angle. Slayer misses the kick and Williams quickly gets up. He grabs Slayer by the arm and whips him into the ropes. Slayer bounces back at full speed, but Jesse leap frogs over his head. The fans applaud the two until EJ Slayer turns around and knees Williams in the ribs. Jesse hits the mat once again and Slayer drags him up to his feet. EJ tosses the dazed Williams face first towards the corner. Jesse leaps directly up to the top turnbuckle to counter the irish whip. The fans scream as Jesse leaps off backwards and flips through the air with a high moonsault. EJ is able to roll out of the way, but Williams over rotates and lands on his feet. Slayer runs at Jesse who side steps Slayer and allows him to run against the opposite set of ropes. While Slayer is running, Jesse charges right next to him towards the same set of ropes -- just a step behind EJ. Slayer bounces off the ropes, not noticing Jesse running past him as he too bounces off the same set of ropes. EJ stops in his tracks with his back to the charging Jesse, when he spins around only to be demolished by a lariat across the chest that sends Slayer down to his back with a sick thud.

Falcoon - Jesse is gaining momentum!

Jesse launches himself towards the ropes, he leaps up to the second rope and flips in mid air with the springboard moonsault! He nails it perfectly and quickly goes for the cover...1...2...kickout by EJ Slayer! They take a moment to catch their breath, with both men laying on the mat, EJ tightens his fist then punches Jesse square in the forehead, trying to buy himself some time. Jesse rolls over to cover his face as Slayer climbs back up to his feet. Slayer pulls Jesse up and strikes him with another hard right fist, this one sends Jesse staggering backwards into the ropes. Slayer runs full speed at Jesse with his attempt to clothesline Jesse out of the ring, Jesse drops to the mat and pulls the top rope with him, Slayer flips over the top rope but is able to catch himself on the apron. Both EJ and Jesse stand up at the same time, with Slayer on the outside apron and Jesse in the ring. Out of nowhere, Williams leaps up and dropkicks Slayer off the apron and sends him spilling to the floor! The referee moves in, trying to push Jesse back as he stares down at EJ, acknowledging the fans who scream upon Williams moving to the corner and quickly ascends the turnbuckle.

Dunn - Don't do it!

Diamond - Nah. Go for it, stuntman.

Falcoon - High risk here!

Jesse measures up Slayer from the top turnbuckle. Slayer stands just as Jesse leaps off! Williams wraps his legs around the neck of EJ Slayer and nails a flying headscissors takedown from the top rope onto the unforgiving concrete on the outside.

Falcoon - Holy nelly! That's a move I haven't seen in a while from Jesse.

Jesse lands from Slayers shoulder to his feet and takes a moment to take in the crowds chanting. He looks back up to the ring where the referee begins to make his count.

...1...2...3...4.

Jesse climbs onto the apron, but Slayer is back up quickly. Slayer grabs Jesse by the legs from the apron and hooks them around his shoulders....

Falcoon - Oh no.. don't do that! Oh crap!

Kissens - He's gonna power bomb him from the apron!

Diamond - Obviously, jackass.

Jesse struggles to hold onto the top rope but Slayers power is too much... Slayer runs forward with Jesse and powerbombs him flush onto the ring barricade back first. Williams lays bent across the steel guard rail, as Slayer drops to a knee trying to shake off the effects from Jesse's top rope attacks. The referee begins his count for both men.

1...2...3...

Slayer picks himself back to his feet, reaching down with both hands and pulling Jesse up -- but instead of setting him to his feet, EJ rolls him onto the ring apron.

4...5...

EJ Slayer pushes Jesse under the bottom rope, and slides in right behind him ending the ring out count. Williams clutches his back and rolls on his stomach to relieve the pressure the canvas was putting on his back. Slayer pulls himself up only to lay himself out and drop the point of his elbow directly onto the spine of Williams with an elbow drop. He swings around, grabbing a hold around Jesse's neck in a front face lock. He drags Jesse up to a bent over position and slams his left forearm down in a clubbing motion across the spine of Williams. Jesse falls to one knee, and EJ hoists him right back up -- only to send him right down with a second crushing blow across the back of Williams.

Diamond - I hope Jesse enjoys his Spinal Tap.

Dunn - I doubt he does.

Falcoon - I think that's the point James.

Dunn - Well, good thing.

Williams falls to both knees, prompting Slayer to hook both of his legs around the midsection of Jesse and fall back into a guillotine choke. EJ cranks on Jesse's neck, keeping him firmly in his grasp on top of him while the fans get behind Jesse. Williams moves up from his knees, planting both feet on the mat while Slayer still has his head locked firm with his right arm. Jesse stands up, lifting EJ up who keeps hold of the choke, along with his legs around the waist of Jesse. Williams runs at the turnbuckle, crushing the back of Slayer up against the corner where his legs drop down to the mat. He keeps the front face lock on Jesse, but Williams flips EJ up with a Northern Lights Suplex and tosses Slayer half way across the ring. Slayer crashes to the mat, holding his left shoulder, while on the other side of the ring Williams is holding his lower back while on all fours glaring at Slayer who begins crawling back up to a crouched position. Jesse pulls himself up a few seconds before Slayer does, and uses his time to build up a head of steam. He charges right at Slayer, only to be caught with a back elbow strike to the nose that sends blood streaming down his face. EJ knees Williams hard in the sternum, causing him to double over. EJ Slayer locks Jesse in a front face lock once again, and begins slamming rapid forearms across the spine of Williams. After five direct shots, Slayer tosses the limp left arm of Jesse over his head and lifts Jesse right up into the air with a vertical suplex. Instead of falling back, EJ lays out and drives Jesse's neck right down to the mat with a Brainbuster. Slayer rolls on top of Williams, hooking the leg while the referee drops in.

Diamond - New champ!

He makes the count...1...2...The referee stops the count, noticing Jesse's free leg on the bottom rope.

Dunn - Not so fast Frankie.

Slayer drags Jesse into the center of the ring, then hooks him by both arms and tucks Jesse's head between his legs. He picks up Jesse for another powerbomb, but Williams quickly swings backwards and executes a hurricanrana on Slayer that he holds while kneeling on the arms of Slayer. The referee makes the count...1...2...Slayer rolls through, now pinning Jesse's shoulders to the mat and the referee slides in and make this pin count...1...2...Williams rolls out of it and both men up to their feet. Jesse charges at EJ, who ducks Williams' clothesline attempt, and once he misses his attack bounces off the ropes. He heads back towards EJ Slayer, who bends over -- only to be shin kicked right across his face. Once Slayer stands up, Williams lays him out with a superkick right to the jaw. While Williams collapses to all fours from his own momentum, the OWF crowd gets behind him with various chants throughout the arena.

Falcoon - Slayer's down. Jesse needs to seize this opportunity.

Kissens - He looks pretty banged up.

Diamond - It's only a matter of time before his injuries catch up with him.

Jesse crawls to the corner and begins pulling himself up with the help of the ropes. Once to his feet he ascends the corner, promptly making his way to the top rope.

Dunn - Here he goes again.

Williams stands on the top rope, when Slayer bursts out of nowhere and leaps up to the second rope. He strikes Jesse in his right eyesocket with a stiff right forearm, following it with a european upper cut that crotches Williams across the top turnbuckle. EJ continues upwards, pulling Jesse up to the top rope as EJ balances himself across the top rope as well. Slayer sweeps out Jesse's legs and leaps with him into the ring -- planting him with a one arm spinning powerbomb from the top rope.

Diamond - The Violent End! The most beautiful finisher in the sport today!

Dunn - Williams is out!

Falcoon - Unfortunately Frankie's boy EJ is staggered from his own move.

Kissens - Atleast he didn't get caught with another high flying move.

As Williams lays unable to move while flat on his back wincing in pain, EJ pushes himself up to all fours. Slayer spits a wad of blood from his mouth before hobbling up to his feet. He grabs onto the ropes for balance while Williams remains motionless on his back. The fans boo and EJ Slayer taunts them a bit before heading back towards Jesse. Slayer stands over him, looking down as Jesse rolls over onto his left side right his right hand on the small of his back in obvious amounts of pain. EJ pushes himself off the ropes and paces towards Jesse, helping up him to a standing position. EJ tightens both hands around the right wrist of Williams and he irish whips him -- but doesn't let go. Instead he yanks Williams full speed right at Slayer who wraps his arms around the midsection of Jesse, only to toss him over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Williams hits the mat neck first as his legs get hung up on the ropes with EJ's throw. Jesse holds the back of his head with both hands, kicking his legs, while on the otherside of the ring EJ is perched up sitting on the mat with his back to Jesse. The fans are unrelenting on EJ while he pushes himself up to his feet. He drags Jesse to the center of the ring along his back, before lifting him up to his feet -- only to push him back first up against the ropes. EJ attacks, nailing a knife edge chop across the pectorals of Jesse. As the echo from the shot bounces off the walls of the arena, Slayer winds up and nails another chop across the best of Williams. EJ Slayer rears his hand back a third time and whips his knuckles across the skin of Jesse's raw chest -- but upon impact, Williams fires back with a right forearm to the left side of Slayer's face. EJ strikes Jesse with an open palm strike to his mouth, but Williams fights it off and nails EJ with a left haymaker that causes him to loses his balance. The momentum shifts and the fans slowly begin louder and louder with every strike Jesse executes on Slayer. Jesse backs EJ against the ropes and swings for the fences with a roaring elbow, but Slayer ducks and backs out into the center of the ring. Jesse turns back to EJ and sprints towards him, only to run right into a sit out spinebuster, executed flawlessly by EJ Slayer right in the middle of the ring.

Dunn - EJ has the advantage over Jesse.

Kissens - I can't believe it, but Frankie may be right. We may see a new champ here.

Diamond - I told you guys!

Falcoon - Don't count Jesse out yet.

Jesse rolls over onto his stomach, holding his lower back in extreme pain. EJ stands, with his legs split on either side of Jesse's body, glancing down at the back of Williams. He reaches down, hooking both of Jesse's arms up into a Full Nelson, while EJ sits on the small of his back.

Diamond - Full Nelson Camel Clutch. This is the move that dethrones Jesse.

Dunn - Jesse can't go anywhere.

Kissens - He can't grab a rope.

Falcoon - It'd be very difficult.

Williams yells in pain with Slayer wrenching backwards with the full nelson with all of his might. Williams tries to kick his legs upon the mat to stir some movement but he is unable to budge. The more he fights, the tighter and deeper EJ Slayer locks on the hold. The referee slides into place, getting directly into the face of Williams to see if he wants to tap. Jesse ignores him and tries pushing himself up to his knees. He is able to get there, but EJ counters by propelling himself two feet into the air from the mat and crashing down with all of his weight across the back of Williams -- who had just gotten up to all fours. Slayer keeps the full nelson hold on as he glances out to the crowd, again sitting down on the small of Jesse's back to wrench the hold as far as he can.

Dunn - Williams has been stuck in this for a while.

Slayer grows frustrated and releases Jesse's right arm -- but keeps him in a half nelson camel clutch as Williams' right arm is released over the bent right knee of EJ. With his now free right arm, Slayer swings across Jesse's face and connects with forearm after forearm without pause. Williams cannot defend himself and continues to get pummeled by the strikes -- blood pouring from not only his nose, but from above his left eyebrow now as well. Slayer keeps the half nelson hold on Jesse, as his face begins turning a bright red as blood begins dripping down to the mat.

Dunn - Jesse may be losing it.

Diamond - I told you.

In a last ditch effort, Jesse pushes himself back up to his knees while freeing his right arm from being slung over Slayer's bent right knee in the camel clutch. He slowly struggles to get up to his feet, with EJ attempting every measure to prevent Williams from escaping. Slayer keeps the half nelson secured on Jesse who stumbles up to his feet -- yanking EJ up to his with him.

Falcoon - He's going to have to break it now.

Williams waves his arms, before swinging to the left and hooking the left arm of Slayer which held the half nelson. Jesse grabs EJ into a half nelson hold of his own, pauses for a second, then tosses Slayer backwards over his head with a Half Nelson Suplex. EJ crashes to a hault upon hitting the mat, while Jesse attempts to regain his breath laying flat on his back. The fans get behind Williams once again as they watch both men roll around in the ring.

Dunn - I don't see how Jesse can get out of the hole he's dug for himself.

Diamond - He can't. He's going to have nothing except that hole when this night is over.

Falcoon - You guys are cruel.

Jesse slowly pushes himself up to all fours, spitting out some blood and snot-rocketing bloody phlemn from his nose. Jesse leans back, dropping himself down to both knees while pulling the hair from his face that has become plastered across his forehead with his blood as an adhesive. Meanwhile, EJ Slayer digs his fists, knuckle-first, into the mat and pushes himself up to one knee -- shaking his head violently trying to regain his senses. Williams pulls himself up to his feet slowly, again wiping the streaming lines of blood from his forehead, while Slayer yanks himself up hastily. Through different means, they both get to their feet at the same time. Jesse makes the first move, charging directly at Slayer who is pressed up against a set of one of the ropes. EJ bends down, sending Williams flying over the top rope and crashing to the concrete floor on the outside. Jesse holds his back in extreme pain as the crowd goes silent.

Dunn - That was about a twelve foot fall straight down.

Kissens - He's taken worse.

Diamond - And he will take much worse in the future, I'm sure.

Falcoon - I don't know how much more Jesse's back can withstand.

Dunn - This match has been neck and neck, but in the long run Slayer has just been breaking Jesse down physically.

Kissens - Not to mention screwing with him, mentally.

Diamond - But, you just mentioned it sweetie.

EJ stands tall in the ring while the referee begins to administer the ring out count.

1...2...3...

Dunn - Countout does Slayer no good, though.

Jesse rolls over onto his side, while Slayer attracts a slew of boos in the ring as he prances around in his corner.

4...5...6...

Kissens - Maybe he has some plan if Jesse can't get in.

Diamond - Just watch the match.

Williams gets up onto his knees and crawls to the ring apron, grabbing a hold of the bottom rope and kicking his right leg onto the canvas.

Falcoon - He's gonna get back in.

7...

EJ walks over, grabbing a hold of Jesse and pulling him onto the apron, thus breaking the count. Williams rolls under the ropes and into the ring, where Slayer waits. Jesse pulls himself up to all fours, when EJ runs up and soccer kicks him across his exposed ribs. Williams rolls over onto his back, but Slayer doesn't let him take a breather. He reaches down, lifting Jesse up by his hair and standing him on his feet. With a firm grasp of his left wrist, EJ irish whips Williams chest first into the nearby corner turnbuckle, where Jesse stays hung up. EJ tucks his head under the arm of Jesse and lifts him up, sitting him on the top turnbuckle with his back to the ring. EJ begins climbing up the turnbuckle as well, ascending right behind Jesse in his seated position. Once Williams becomes aware of Slayer, he throws a sharp cutting elbow back that sends Slayer flying back first to the mat, to a huge ovation from the crowd.

Falcoon - You know what comes next!

Diamond - Yes. We do. Thanks for informing us for our knowledge.

Williams pulls himself up from his seated position and turns around on the top turnbuckle. He remains in a crouched position, with both of his hands on the top rope for balance.

Kissens - Do it! Finish him!

Williams stands up and looks down to EJ as flashbulbs flicker all over the arena. He leaps through the air with the crowd screaming at the top of their lungs upon take off, flipping into the ring towards the fallen EJ Slayer.

Falcoon - Swanton Bo--

Right before he connects, EJ rolls out of harms way and slides himself up to his knees in time to watch Jesse crash back first to the mat. The impact causes him to bridge his back upwards, trying to relieve the pain he feels in his spine.

Diamond - What was that Gordie?

Williams slowly rolls up, but he is nearly knocked out cold from a whipping clothesline from a charging EJ Slayer, who bursts from his crouched position in the corner to send Jesse flipping backwards to the mat.

Diamond - He has Jesse scouted. Now, it's just time to finish him off.

Dunn - Jesse misses the Swanton all the time.

Diamond - And this time he'll pay for it.

EJ walks intently towards Williams. He bends down and grabs a tight hold of Jesse by the waist of his jeans. EJ lifts Jesse up and grabs him in toa reverse waist lock, but Jesse is able to spin around and counter with a reverse waist lock of his own. Slayer tries to break Jesse's grasp, but finds he is unable to. He reaches between his legs and grabs a hold of Jesse around his left knee. Using all his might, EJ flips his body forward and breaks out of Jesse's grasp -- all while rolling under Jesse as he heads face first towards the mat, with EJ grapevining his right leg while laying on the mat. He wrenches on Jesse's leg for a second, before Slayer pulls himself up to one knee and turns the leg grapevine into an ankle lock. Jesse yells in pain, reaching towards the nearest set of ropes as EJ now stands up to both feet -- holding the most leverage he could hold for the ankle lock. Jesse buries his head into the canvas, trying to hold in the pain. He flings his blood soaked hair back off his face, then suddenly rolls to his right. He removes the pressure on the ankle lock, and brings both of his boots up into the midsection of EJ Slayer -- pushing him backwards towards the turnbuckle. He smacks shoulders first, sending a shock of pain down his body while remaining hung up in the corner, allowing Jesse time to stand up. He begins limping a bit, holding his back as well, but he moves towards Slayer. Once they lock eyes, EJ charges out which takes Jesse by surprise. All he can do is drop to the mat, and Slayer barely leaps over the prone back of Jesse. EJ stops in his tracks and extends his right arm out, dropping down towards Jesse's back with the point of his elbow aimed towards his spine. Williams rolls out of the way and EJ comes up empty on the elbow drop, and sets off a scramble for both men to get up.

Falcoon - The wear is starting to show.

Diamond - EJ isn't showin any! Williams looks like shit though.

Dunn - I'd say EJ looks worse.

Diamond - Because you're biased.

Kissens - Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black, y'all?

Dunn - Holy shit. She said something smart.

Falcoon - Yes, Jackie. That's exactly what it is.

Kissens - See, I'm smart.

Dunn - Let's not push it, okay?

Williams staggers to his feet, but instead of focusing on Slayer he takes the front of his white tanktop and wipes the blood from his face. He pulls the bloody strands of hair from his face, and clears his face of most of the blood -- even though the wounds provide more almost immediately. Williams keeps the tanktop on and turns back to Slayer, who while Jesse was wiping the blood from his face, was using the ropes to get up to his feet. EJ slowly approaches and this time Jesse attempts to strike first, swinging and missing with a left hook. EJ responds by a clothesline that Williams tries to duck under, but ends up stumbling instead. EJ staggers, as well, and both man regain their composure at the same time with their backs to one another. In a instant they both turn and Jesse flings his right leg up, attempting superkick but Slayer catches a hold of Williams' foot. He spins Jesse around on his left foot, and when he turns back around he is met with a hard right knee to the ribcage from Slayer. EJ runs against the ropes and crashes into Jesse, sending both men stumbling around the ring. EJ sprints to Jesse, diving at him with a leg lariat but Jesse rolls out of the way and slips under the bottom ropes onto the outside apron. After Slayer returns to his feet, he charges at Jesse and looks to spear him through the middle and top ropes. Williams side steps EJ as he reaches the ropes and once his head is outside the ropes Jesse blasts him with a shin kick across his brow -- opening a wide gash that bleeds heavily from the get go. Jesse walks to where Slayer's head is, while still standing on the outside apron, and grabs a hold of the top rope. Jesse slingshots himself over the top rope, leapfrogging over EJ's doubled over body and landing right behind him. He turns, grabbing both of EJ Slayer's arms and butterflying them behind him. In one motion, Williams flips EJ Slayer over his back, with Williams only holding to EJ's arms which are hooked behind his back. EJ Slayer crashes neck and shoulder first onto the mat, with Jesse bridging his legs up while still hooking Slayer's arms and pressing his shoulders to the mat.

Dunn - Tiger Suplex by Jesse!

Falcoon - That was almost as devastating as the kick!

Kissens - He's pinning him!

The referee slides into place and makes the count...1...2...Slayer kicks out and rolls backwards onto his stomach while Jesse stares blankly to the rafters gasping for air.

Diamond - Impressive move, but it's nothing compared to what EJ Slayer can and will do in that ring.

EJ grabs a hold of the back of his neck, using his elbows to steady himself while pulling his knees up to his chest while still planted firmly on the mat. Meanwhile, Jesse is resting all of his weight upon his hip and his right hand placed palm down on the mat. With his free left hand he grabs a hold of the ropes, using them to drag himself up as fast as he can. EJ now has the fingers on his hands extended upon the mat, helping him to push himself up to his feet. He stands and leans back against the ropes, trying to catch his breath with his eyes set on Williams. He sees Jesse hoist himself up using the ropes, with his back to the ring and EJ, and stumble towards the center of the ring. Once Jesse faces EJ, Slayer throws a toe kick with his left foot at the stomach of Williams which is caught by both of Jesse's hands. As if it was part of the plan, Slayer kicks his right leg up and connects with a vicious enzuigiri to the side of Jesse's head. The impact sends blood splattering across the mat as Williams connects fact first with the canvas.

Kissens - My god. That's gotta be a concussion at the least.

Dunn - I actually feel bad sitting here watching this.

Diamond - Sit back and watch Jesse's great reign come to an end.

Dunn - It's not that. I just think this has gone on too long.

Falcoon - These two really have avoided pinfall and submission attempts.

Diamond - They hate each other. They want to extract blood, pain and screams before they finish each other off.

Kissens - He's right, y'all.

Dunn - Shut up Jackie, what side are you on?

EJ glances down at Jesse, and wipes the blood from his own face with his hands. The ring canvas under Jesse's head is pooling with blood from various wounds on the face of Williams. He still pushes himself up, his white tanktop now stained blood red, trying to get up to his knees but falling flat to his face. He rolls over onto his left side in the middle of the ring, as EJ approaches him from his left. EJ reaches down, but Jesse hooks his head with his left arm, and rolls him through with a small package.

Falcoon - He was playing possum!

Diamond - He's a convict and a liar. What a great champion.

Dunn - At least those are real things, unlike werepanthers...

Kissens - Oooh. Good one.

The referee slides in and counts the pin...1...2...Slayer rolls over, pressing Jesse's shoulders to the mat as the ref counts that pin now...1...2...Jesse kicks out of it and tries rolling up to his feet as fast as he can, while Slayer takes his time getting up to a standing position. They approach each other with Williams snapping a shin kick across the right knee of Slayer. EJ retaliates with a combination that starts with a blunt left forearm strike across Jesse's brow, followed by a lifting knee to Williams' jaw as he is doubled over from the forearm strike. Jesse falls to his back, completely dazed, which allows Slayer to take a deep breath.

Diamond - Now we will separate the men from the boys.

He reaches down, grabbing Jesse by the back of his head and tugging him up to his feet. Slayer strikes Jesse with the point of his elbow for good measure. He follows it up by firming grabbing the arm of Williams, and attempts a leg sweep on him -- but Jesse leaps over the attempt.

Falcoon - Avoided another Violent End.

EJ still tries for a one arm powerbomb, but Williams swings out of it only to find himself with a stiff kick across his back. Slayer reaches and grabs Jesse in a front face lock, once again, and begins slamming him across his spine with a flurry of clubbing forearms across his back.

Diamond - Remember the Spinal Tap? Jesse sure will.

With a burst of energy, Williams lifts EJ up with a Northern Lights Suplex and spins him across his back from the Northern Lights suplex, to a firemans carry across his shoulders and ending in a front powerslam position over the opposite shoulder he lifted Slayer up with for the Northern Lights Suplex.

Dunn - J-Dubz Driver II...He's gonna put Slayer to be--!

EJ kicks his legs and slips down the back of Jesse, pushing him with all his might upon his back.

Falcoon - Or not.

Kissens - You always speak too soon James.

Diamond - That's because he's an asshole.

Dunn - No. You are.

Williams runs chest first into the ropes, and backpeddles back to the center of the ring. Using the last bits of his adrenaline, Slayer sneaks up behind Jesse and grabs him in a reverse waist lock. He tosses Jesse over his head with a german suplex, keeping his hold around Jesse's waist as Williams' neck and shoulders hit the mat. EJ rolls up to his feet, and turns the reverse waist lock into a full nelson hold one again. EJ tosses Jesse over his back, executing a release Dragon Suplex that sends the direct impact onto the neck of Jesse, who slides along the canvas.

Diamond - That's it. Time to end it!

Williams rolls over onto his right side, and EJ reaches down grabbing a hold of his blood soaked shirt -- but again Williams grabs Slayer around the neck with his left arm and pulls him through with a small package.

Dunn - Again?

Diamond - What a cheap move!

The referee drops down to his knees upon Jesse rolling EJ down onto his shoulders -- but Jesse doesn't keep him there. Flowing from the small package, Jesse floats over to his feet and picks Slayer up to his right into a front face lock with EJ's left arm draped over Jesse's head.

Diamond - What the..

Falcoon - My thoughts exactly.

He picks Slayer up into a vertical suplex, turning Slayer so they are face to face while Jesse has him up in the suplex. Williams grabs a hold of EJ's midsection and sits out -- driving EJ to the right of his legs and directly down onto his neck with the Vertical Drop Emerald Flowsion, bending it at an awkward angle.

Dunn - J-Dubz Driver 1...I love it!

Diamond - Son of a bitch! Get up EJ!

Kissens - PIN HIM JESSE!

The fans are roaring the loudest they have all night, as the adrenaline rush leaves the body of Jesse as he lays next to Slayer with both men motionless on their backs. Somehow Williams rolls over and lays his arm across the chest of EJ Slayer. The referee drops to his knees and makes the count, with the crowd chanting along...1...2...3!

Diamond - Un-freakin-believable.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...and STILL the OWF World Heavyweight Champion...JESSE WILLLLLLIAMS!

Williams rolls off of Slayer and the referee holds his arm in the air from the mat. There is no World Championship to give him, so the referee exits the ring while the fans are shaking the arena to it's foundation.

Falcoon - I agree with Frankie. JESSE WINS!

Dunn - I didn't think he had it in him.

Kissens - Well he did!

Diamond - I call fluke!

Falcoon - Admit it was a great match Frankie.

Diamond - I've seen better.

EJ Slayer rolls out of the ring and pulls up the ring skirt on the side he exits. He pulls out a duffel bag which he takes with him as he slides into the ring. He slowly pulls himself up, in a huge amount of pain while Jesse pulls himself up with his back towards Slayer. EJ unzips the bag and pulls from it a taser. He approaches Jesse and nails him right in the back with 50,000 volts of electricity. Williams hits the mat having convulsions as Slayer drops the taser to the mat.

Falcoon - This is enough.

Dunn - What's with your friend, Diamond?

Diamond - I told you he had a plan.

EJ then reaches into the bag onces again, pulling out a black t-shirt which he slides onto his body. On the front, it reads "NLW."

Dunn - What the..

Kissens - What does the NLW have to do with anything?

Falcoon - I don't know, but we are out of time!

Dunn - I want answers!

Falcoon - We'll see you at the next Addiction! THANK YOU FOR WATCHING!

The feed fades out focused on EJ Slayer, wearing an NLW shirt, standing over the fallen OWF Champion Jesse Williams.