A video package flickers on across the screen, showing the new breed of the OWF.

Press on these tannins
They double in time
The touch of life, once failed to mention so far

Of course the law is fountains
Or face to face remorse
A fast and restless blackmail
Like pent-up fetish force

The video shows highlights of the past year in the OWF, dating up to the latest events.

You're right, I get it
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let's all live in your imaginary life

Do you want enough?
Do you want it all?
Should you need it at all?
Takes a minute to see
Do you want enough?
Do you want it all?
Should you need it at all?
Do you want it or not?

As the vocals fade out, the logo of the OWF is fixated on the screen before fading out to black.

"The New Black" hits the PA System and immediately the fans begin to boo. President Chase Johnson makes his way onto the ramp. He begins his walk down to the ring as he takes in the jeers from the rowdy crowd here at the Toyota Center in Houston, Texas. The packed house is all over CJ as he walks up the steel steps and into the middle of the ring. Signs all over the arena read "You screwed DK!", "DK > CJ", "DK's Ballz" and even one discreet sign that reads "Dusty Fatal 4 Life...Or Fake Death". His music slowly fades down as he pulls a microphone out of his pocket.

Prez CJ - Thank you, you're all too kind!

The fans boo louder.

Prez CJ - Okay, shut up now. I have two things I have to say, and I'll be out of your hair. First, I'm here to address the rumors concerning our World Champion Jesse Williams.

The fans cheer loudly at the mention of his name.

Prez CJ - Well, as of seven PM central standard time, Jesse Williams is NOT at the Toyota Center.

The fans boo loudly.

Falcoon - Crap. This isn't good.

Prez CJ - He has not returned my calls, and I cannot promise you that the Main Event is going off as planned. I can tell you that if Jesse does not show up, we will have an impromptu contenders match for the OWF World Title which will be vacated upon his no show. We'll come to that bridge once we get there, but I feel the fans deserve us to be honest with them. Now, moving on, the second thing I need to address is this lingering crap with Diamond Kid.

The fans being chants of "You fucked DK!" as garbage begins to be flung towards the ring.

Prez CJ - NO, DK fucked DK! And fuck you! You don't know shit! We didn't need Diamond Kid as our President anymore. He doesn't do anything. He doesn't even hold half the shares I hold in this son of a bitch, and he puts in less than half the effort.

The fans boo loudly.

Prez CJ - Oh will you shut up and let me speak. Since we no longer have an active face in the federation to represent booking decisions besides myself, I officially appointed a new OWF Commissioner this morning. The commissioner will be reporting directly to me, but will have the freedom to do as he pleases. So, let me introduce to you...your new OWF Commissioner!

The PA System crackles as a strong swift distorted guitar plays the opening chord's to "Brain Stew" by Greenday. The lights flicker and pulse with the beat of the song, the fans rise up and begin to clap. But the theme instantly changes after the opening strums... A strange ticking sound jumps from speaker to speaker around the arena. The spotlight stays in motion with it as it flashes the crowd to show them slowly sitting back down.

PA System - I've got the understanding of a four year old, I've got the piece of mind of a killer's soul, I've got the rationale of a New York cop, I've got the patience of a chopping block...

Falcoon - Aww way to get their hopes up CJ. Ya jerk.

Dunn - Yesss there's still a chance.

Falcoon - ...

Dunn - I put in for the job.

Kissens - PFFFT!!!! hahahahaha!

The slow rolling of "Can't You Trip Like I Do" by Crystal Method and Filter takes over the arena speakers. Blue lights flare up along the side of the stage and glow all the way down the ramp. A lime green light hovers over the stage and a soft misting blue water sprinkles down from above.

Kissens - Who the hell is this ya'll?

PA System - Yeeeah... Trip like I doooo..... Trippp like I doooo..(Oh my god this is the best.)

The beat dies down a bit as the words echo through the arena. Suddenly the curtain shakes and a hand can clearly be spotted gripping the curtain from the side. Just as the beat picks up the curtain is jerked aside and DK steps out onto the ramp. The dieing chant's pick up once again. The arena is roaring with the fans screaming for the creator "D-K! D-K! D-K!". He takes a moment to take it all in, then breathes heavy as he bring the mic to his mouth.

Commish DK - Surprise! hahaa.. You act like you haven't seen me in 6 months or something! ... ....

He waits for the cheers to die down a little more before speaking.

Commish DK - Christ. You guys are amped tonight! Are we sold out? Does anyone know?

Falcoon - In deed we are! A sell out crowd here in Houston Texas!

Commish DK - Wow. It sure looks like it! Commish DK... Commish DK. I like it!

Dunn - Commish Dunn sounds better,

Kissens - Hahahahahaha!

Dunn - What's so god damn funny?

Kissens - Pffffffff.... hahahaha! Dunn.. You're a moron!

Dunn - That's it... Jackie Kissens is pregnant and the father is...

Dunn pulls out a phone book and flips it open. He drops his finger randomly on a name.

Dunn - John Scwartz from Bryan Texas!

Falcoon - Ohh ho ho! ZZZAAA!

Kissens - Shut up ass holes.

Commish DK - Now myself and CJ have a long night ahead of us. We're meeting with every OWF wrestler tonight to discuss ours and their future with the company. Plus we have some exciting details for the double night pay per view to work out. So sit back and relax.. Enjoy the show and you'll see me later tonight!

The theme begins to play, the camera's stay on the stage as CJ meets DK just before the curtain. They turn and shake hands and the crowd breaks out in another cheer. "Thank-You-C-J!"

Dunn - There's a side of the fans you don't see very often.. RESPECT.

Kissens - No, that's a side of the fans that YOU don't see. Me and Gordie get love from all ya'll fans.

Falcoon - My slutty partner is right.

We cut to a camera that has Moxie and Vacant lined up as they walk down the hallways backstage, Moxie bubbling excitedly while Vacant nods mechanically, the ski mask covering any clue to his actual feelings.

Moxie Roxie - …most of the girls thought that it was too intense, but I lead them to the state cheerleading championship, so I don’t see what they were complaining about. Being a part of Team Moxie is never easy, but the easy ways don’t lead to success. Sometimes we all need to sacrifice the greater good.

Vacant - Of course.

Turning the corner, Moxie and Vacant come into a corridor leading toward the further recesses of the building, near the boilers and furnace room. Eclipse is seen hanging from the ceiling, one hand clenching a water pipe, the other around her wrist, her body glistening with sweat as she continues doing one armed pull-ups at a rapid pace. A teenaged boy stands behind her, tugging at the hem of her shirt, trying to get her attention.

Fanboy - Excuse me. Um.. Eclipse? I was just wondering if I could get your autograph. You see-

Eclipse releases the pipe and drops to her feet, turning toward the boy and taking the photograph and pen from his hands. In one swift motion she stabs the pen through the photo and stakes it into his chest with a flash of blood. The boy screams, dropping to the floor and scrambling backwards and on his hands.

Eclipse - I said I wanted to be left alone.

Vacant tugs Moxie around the corner, hiding from Eclipse.

Vacant - Holy fanboys, Moxie, that chick is nuts. Doesn’t she realize what a lawsuit she’s going to have on her hands?

Moxie Roxie - I heard she has some sort of a contract where she doesn’t have to pay for injuries or damages.

Vacant - But- what the hell! Johnson won’t cover a damn twenty dollar hair dryer for me because it’s all ‘you break it, you buy it’, but he’ll shill out hospital bills and out-of-court settlements for Eclipse to stab fans? What kind of a crazy wrestler stabs people anyways?

Moxie Roxie - My hair dryer cost a lot more than twenty dollars.

Moxie glares at Vacant crossly. Vacant sighs.

Vacant - Just tell me how much.

From the side, we see President Chase Johnson walk by with a cell phone pressed firmly against his ear. He doesn't even acknowledge either Moxie or Vacant, and his words are muffled. Vacant turns and runs infront of CJ, stopping him in his tracks and leaving Moxie out of ear shot.

Vacant - Hey CJ.

Prez CJ - Can I call you back?

He closes the phone before looking down at Vacant.

Prez CJ - Yes?

Vacant - I was just wondering, you know, if Jesse isn't going to be here for the World Title match, why not put Moxie up against Greg Jackson? She deserves a rematch in an actual match, and what better time than now?

Prez CJ - Thanks for the offer, but I'm still holding out hope.

Vacant - Oh of course, but I'm just saying...I think Moxie deserves it the most.

CJ smiles widely.

Vacant - Why are you looking at me like that?

Prez CJ - You know, I think someone else deserves it more.

Vacant - Oh really? 'Cause, I think Moxie is tops!

Prez CJ - No, there is someone who definitely is more deserving.

Vacant slowly begins to backpeddle while CJ firmly steps towards him.

Prez CJ - Maybe you can take on Greg tonight?

The fans explode into a round of applause at the mention of the scheduled Main Event at Shock and Terror happening tonight instead. Vacant is left speechless as CJ turns and exits out of the cameras view.

We cut back to ringside where Missy Janson is about to announce the first match of the night.

Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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.

Missy Janson - Introducing first.. Making his OWF debut...Sakurai, Nara, Japan.. Akira Kanemura!

Dunn - Me Chinese me play joke.. Me go pepe in your coke!

Falcoon - He's Japanese... Ya idiot.

Kissens - Pfffft! God you're stupid Dunn.

Dunn - You're gonna be fat soon.

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. He leans his back up against the turnbuckle and removes his dogtag chain, laying it on the mat. His music begins to fade, so Akira begins to stretch his legs out to prepare for his match.

Missy Janson - And his opponent... Also making his OWF debut.. From Jersey City, New Jersey...

The lights flash then dim, and "The Man Without Fear" by Drowning Pool & Rob Zombie fills the speakers.

PA System - GO!

Missy Janson - .... JOE COOL!

Lights flash about the arena and Joe steps on to the stage and looks around at the crowd, then leans back, arms outstreched as pyro blasts up around him. He runs towards the ring and slides in.

I am The Man Without 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.

You can't hurt me.
NO.
You can't stop me.
NO.
You can't beat me.
NO.
You can't bring me DOWN!

He jumps down from the turnbuckle and loosens up for his match.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Joe runs at the smaller Akira right off the bat, but without warning Akira sidesteps him and unleashes a shin kick to his stomach followed by two stiff kicks to the back of his thigh. Cool turns around, throwing a wide elbow by Akira Kanemura swiftly ducks under it and throws two fast right elbows up that connect with Cool's face. Akira runs off the ropes, charging at Cool, but he is caught and tossed high into the air and left to come crashing down to the mat. Upon impact, he hops right up and into a fighting stance as again Joe Cool slowly approaches his opponent. He misses in an attempt to lock up with Akira, who moves out of the way and connects with another sharp kick to the ribs of Joe Cool.

Dunn - This guy is fast.

Falcoon - This is his one hundreth match and he fights light a seasoned veteran.

Akira attempts a spinning back kick but Cool catches it and pulls Kanemura into a bear hug hold. He tries to squeeze the life out of Akira for a few seconds before tossing him over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Akira slides across the length of the ring, holding his back from the severe impact. Cool easily pushes himself up to his feet and stalks the fallen Kanemura as he recovers on the mat. Joe Cool reaches down, grabbing a handful of Akira's hair and tugging him up to his feet. He pulls him into a suplex position and lifts him vertically straight up into the air. He releases his hold, holding the one armed suplex on Akira for many seconds while the blood flows towards his head. Kanemura kicks his legs violently and floats over, landing on the mat on one knee. When Cool turns around, Akira quickly leaps into the air and connects with a stiff dropkick right to the knee of Joe Cool which sends him down to the mat.

Kissens - Smart move by the jap.

Dunn - This is horrible. He's the only foreign guy and he's getting ripped on.

Falcoon - That's what happens here. You get ripped on for being different.

Akira quickly hops up and walks slowly towards the ropes. He grabs a hold of the top rope with both hands and springboards over it and lands on the apron on the outside of the ring. He keeps his grasp on the top rope as Joe Cool slowly begins pushing himself up in the middle of the ring. Once he stands, Akira springboards up to the top rope and leaps off, nailing a diving missle dropkick right to the face of Joe Cool. The fans cheer his display of agility. Once again he walks towards the ropes and springboards over them to the outside apron. Cool pushes himself up once again and Akira springboards off the ropes. This time, Cool turns and catches Akira in a torture rack before sitting out and dropping him with a sitout back breaker.

Kissens - Jersey Driver!

Joe Cool and Akira both lay on the mat visibily shaken, with Akira much worse for the wear. Cool rolls himself over, pulling Akira away from the ropes and then collapsing on top of him. He quickly covers Akira...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - Here is your winner..... Joe Cool!

The fans cheer both competitors as they put on a good show for them.

Falcoon - Great showing by both newcomers.

Dunn - I see good things for both of them.

We cut backstage to the hallways of Toyota Center. Commish DK is walking along side of OWF's newest daredevil Drake Munday.

Commish DK - I'm the type of guy that you wanna get in good with Drake. I can make ya or break ya.. Understand?

Drake Munday - Oh yeah I gotcha.

Commish DK - I expect "Yes Sir."

Drake Munday - Gotcha boss.

Commish DK - "Yes sir"

Drake Munday - Right on.

Commish DK - Ugh.. Say it.

Drake Munday - It?...

Commish DK - LISTEN TO ME KID.... I EXP-

DK is cut short as Alexis Cage steps into the picture and grab's the Commish's attention.

Alexis Cage - DK! Welcome back! Can we talk?

Commish DK - You're not gonna say I molested you.. Or stab me with dirty needle are you?

Alexis Cage - Of course not silly! Why would I do that?

Commish DK - Gee I dunno.. What could possibly make me th-

Alexis Cage - So anyway! Robin's opponent is suspended, but she needs her first singles match TONIGHT.

Commish DK - I've already got it worked out. She'll be f-

Alexis Cage - Wait. Hold that thought! I have someone even better for you. In fact.. She's in the arena RIGHT NOW!

Commish DK - Let's discuss this in my office.

They turn sharply and enter the first door on the left. The door closes on the camera crew and the words "Maintenance Closet" as printed on the door. The scene cuts back to the commentary table.

Dunn - I wouldn't have wanted that job anyway.. His office is a freakin closet!

Kissens - Hahahahaha. You-aaahhahahaha.

Falcoon - You've got to be the dumbest person I've ever met Dunn.

Dunn - Whaaaat?

Kissens - That's not his office dip shit!

Dunn - Did you not listen to him? He said "Lets go to my office."

Falcoon - Do I have to spell it out for you? Think about what just happened Dunn.

Dunn - ....

Falcoon - They're doin it in the broom closet!

Dunn - Ohhhh. OH!

Kissens - Seeeesh!

PA System - Caaaaaaalifornia Loooooove...

Kissens - Yessss!

The fans explode as Greg Jackson appears at the entranceway. Greg appears to be all business on this occasion, walking straight to the ring in street clothes. He climbs into the ring and is promptly handed a microphone as his music dies down, the fans still cheering largely in anticipation for the title match later tonight with Jesse Williams.

Greg Jackson - Thank you...

The fans cheer louder.

Dunn - These fans love Greg!

Greg Jackson - I didn't come here tonight to play nice. I didn't come here to pay my respects and say the obvious. Jesse all these fans know you're the real deal, they tell you that you are, so I'm not down here to add to that ego of yours. I'm here tonight to take you down a notch.

This earns a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Falcoon - This is a very odd situation for the fans to be in tonight.

Kissens - They both admire Greg and Jesse a lot.

Greg Jackson - If you wanna know the truth, I have a chip on my shoulder. That's no secret, I've said it before. What not everyone knows is how long that chip has been there for. And I can tell you. June 26, 2005.

Some rumbling is heard from the crowd as they talk amongst themselves.

Greg Jackson - Proven Innocent.

Kissens - I was there!

Most of the fans cheer at the mention of this event in OWF history.

Greg Jackson - A historic night. Jesse Williams cemented his legacy and became the OWF champion for the second time... but what. About. Me? I had to sit and watch everyone else get handed shots. Some of them even fell ass backwards into week long title reigns! You people know who I'm talking about...

Again, this is earning a very mixed reaction.

Greg Jackson - BUT DON'T WORRY! I'll get my chances. All I have to do is beat 12 other men! 5 rings are stacked sideways on top of each other! On top of that is a circular cage. Each competitor has a hamster assigned to them in that cage. The first wrestler to retrieve their hamster wins. Oh yeah, and the cage is on fire.

The fans laugh at Greg's referrance to the gimmick matches he's been in lately.

Dunn - ...Bastard.

Greg Jackson - Fact is, one on one shots in normal matches for the World Title are hard to come by these days... and I got me one. Jesse, you've gone on to be a 5 time OWF champ, and this is the first one on one shot I've received in a long time. Let me ask the fans something. HOUSTON! What do you think of the new generation of OWF?! Angel?! Plague?! Draco?! Aphrodisia Jordan?! Spaz Blud?!

The fans mostly cheer depending on which name Greg called.

Greg Jackson - Yeah let's hear it for them! GUESS WHAT! Those fuckers aren't here anymore! The "NEW GENERATION" is DEAD! Now we have a NEW "NEW GENERATION"! Well it turns out they don't mean shit. The only thing that matters TONIGHT is that I'm still here! The torch got passed to Angel, to Plague, to Spaz, to Draco, and to Aph, and they all either fucked off, or are too fucked up to compete these days.

The fans are mostly quiet now, listening to Greg.

Greg Jackson - But I'm still here. And tonight Jesse, you're passing that torch to me.......... And you don't have any say in the matter.

Greg drops the mic and turns towards the nearest set of ropes. He exits to the backstage area to a thunderous applause.

Dunn - Well, atleast we know one competitor from the Main Event is here.

Falcoon - Now we have to wait on the Champion.

Kissens - Well, it's time for the next match anyways so we can watch while we wait!

Falcoon - Our job IS to watch, dumbass.

Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first..

PA System - Short people got... No reason. Short people got... No reason... Short people got.. No reason to live!

Randy Newman's "Short People" hits over the PA system. The fans clap as Tee Wrex's massive body steps out onto the stage and throws his tiny arms into the air.

Dunn - Hahaha! His arms! They don't even each the top of his head!

Missy Janson - From Somewhere in Utah... Tee Wrex!

PA System - They got little noses.. Tiny little teeth. They wear plat form shoes on their tiny little feet...

He claps with his theme song and smiles his biggest goofiest smile while skipping down to the ring.

Falcoon - Where do we find these freaks? The man is 7 foot tall and has the arms of a midget!

Kissens - Do you think he can.... Well... You know..

Dunn - What?

Kissens - YOU KNOW...

Falcoon - I'm not following.

Kissens - Well it's just that his arms are so small!.. Do you think he can jac-(CENSORED!)

Dunn - Ewww dude!

Missy Janson - And his opponent... From Delaware, Ohio... Markus.. Magnus!

The lights cut to black and "Magnificent" Markus Magnus walks out from the back with his music blazing. He jogs down to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and standing up tall. He flexes for the crowd as his music fades out and he gets ready for his match.

Falcoon - I'd like to appologise to our fans. This match was originally scheduled to be Markus Magnus Vs Vincent Kane. But Kane apparently was still under contract with another organization.

Dunn - Yeah he signed up then some fed head from another organization heard the news, got pissed off over it and then he denied every bit of it.

Kissens - Well it was stupid because I was in OWF headquarters when he faxed over his resume. Now Vincent is trying to deny that he even sent it in!

Falcoon - CJ gracefully let him go after booking him. And now Markus Magnus finds himself against a giant retarded guy.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Tee Wrex steps forward and extends his tiny hand. Markus grabs it and pulls him in, then slugs him in the jaw with a stiff uppercut. Tee Wrex stumbles backwards, confused on what'd just taken place. Magnus shoots himself off the ropes then shoulder blocks Tee Wrex. Wrex doesn't budge, he only gets more angry... Magnus shoots off the ropes again, Wrex tries to catch him but his arms are too short! Magnus easily manuovers behind the big midget and chop blocks his knees. Wrex hits the mat hard with a thud..

Kissens - It's like chopping down a great big retarded tree!

Magnus lets him get back to his knees.. Before Wrex can recover enough to stand up, Magnus hooks his head.. The big man staggers up while held under in the headlock.. Inverted sideways rolling DDT!

Falcoon - Light's out giant midget man!

Kissens - He calls that Lackluster Ending!

Magnus shakes his head at his opponent before making the pin.. 1...2...3!

Missy Janson - Here is your winner... Markus Magnus!!

We cut backstage once again. The closet door opens up and Alexis Cage carefully steps out. She adjusts her top and wipes the corners of her mouth.

Alexis Cage - Sooo we're good right?

Commish DK - Huh? Oh yeah yeah.. The Robin thing.

Alexis Cage - Oh, and one more thing.

Commish DK - Uhh, yeah?

Alexis Cage - Since Jesse bailed, I figure, why not give a former World Champion a shot at the gold once more?

Commish DK - You wanna take on Greg?

Alexis Cage - I don't really do black guys, but I want that World Title. You think you could work that out for me?

Commish DK - Uhhh. Didn't you lose to Jesse like fifty times?

Alexis Cage - NO! It's only three!

Commish DK - Yeaaah, um...I'll think about? And uhhhh...Yeah tell your friend she's on next.

Alexis turns and runs down the hallway back towards the dressing rooms. The camera's cut back to the commentary table.

Falcoon - That's what you have to do to get your way around here?

Kissens - Are you kidding me? That NEVER worked for me ya'll!

Dunn - That's because you're too busy giving yourself away for free.

Falcoon - He's right... You should try doing it for favors!

Dunn - But it seems like that Main Event spot is highly coveted. I think i'd do some favors to get into that match...

Kissens - Uhhh

Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

PA System - I'm in the business of misery, lets take it from the top...

The arena lights spark up and orange spot lights flicker over the stage. "Misery Business" by Paramore hits the PA system and plays through while the fans sit in silence waiting for someone to step through the curtain.

Missy Janson - Introducing first... From Denver Colorado... Robin Sparks!

We cut back stage to show Robin Sparks standing nervously behind the curtain with her mentor giving guidance.

Alexis Cage - This song is AWESOME! I ALMOST choose it insted.

Robin Sparks - I hate this song. This totally goes against everything I stand for.

Alexis Cage - Go get em tiger!

Robin Sparks - It's not my cue!

Stage Director - It's not her cue!

Alexis shoves Robin through the curtain. She stumbles onto the stage and is able to catch her balance before the song's chorus hits.

PA System - I refuse I refuse I refuse! WOOOOOOAH! I never meant to BREAK!

The cue was obviously early as the spotlights trail behind Robin on her way to the ring.

Dunn - Cokekid is suspended right?

Falcoon - 20 days..

Missy Janson - Annnnnndddd her opponent....

The arena sits in silence for a moment as Missy Janson looks akwardly over her shoulder for some kind of direction from the commentators. They all shrug..

Dunn - I don't know what she's lookin at us for?...

Falcoon - My headset isn't plugged in. I got tired of everyone bitching at Jackie for her dirty comments about Tee Wrex.

Kissens - Haha I turned mine off too!

Dunn - I don't even have a fuckin head set. The production crew lost it.

The OWF tron lights up and cuts to a shot of Alexis Cage.

Alexis Cage - Hi Robin! In order to help you become a better wrestler I brought in one of the world's best! If you beat her tonight you'll be a legend!

PA System - Gimme a beat!....

"Nasty" by Janet Jackson hits the PA System. Suddenly Wicked Wanda steps out onto the stage with her wicked smile.

Alexis Cage - And her opponent.... From Charlotte, North Carolina... She's the former ASW Womens Champion... WICKED WANDA!

Falcoon - The rumors are true! She's here!

Kissens - I'm not impressed. I could be the ASW Womens Champion!

Dunn - Yeah of BJ's.

Falcoon - You'd have to beat Rose for that title.

Dunn - Yeah, I think Jesse is a good reference point for that.

Wanda is greeted by a mixture of boos and whistles. She acts as if she's going to remove her robe for the crowd, but then shakes her finger at them. She stares down her opponent while walking swiftly to the ring.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

As the bell rings Wanda grabs Robin and drags her down to the mat with a side headlock. Robin tries to kick her way out of it but the pressure around her neck is too much. Wanda stands back up, still holding Robin in the head lock. Wanda shoots Robin into the ropes, Robin's tiny build barely moves the ring ropes.. She ducks a clothesline attempt from Wanda, both competitors turn around sharply and face each other.. Wanda slaps Robin across the mouth! The fans give an "Awwweeee!". Robin spits on the mat then slaps Wanda right back!

Falcoon - Oh ho ho no! Not a smart move kiddo!

Kissens - I think Robin just signed her own death certificate.

Wanda grins and shakes her head. Robin refuses to back down.. Robin strikes her in the side of the head with a quick elbow then darts off the ropes... Robin leaps into the air, but she's caught in the arms of Wanda! Wanda tosses Robin up and catches her in the DDT position.. The mat echo's on the hard landing! Wanda covers without hooking the leg.. 1...2...3!

Dunn - Wow! That was a nasty nasty move.

Missy Janson - Here is your winner... Wicked Wanda!

The camera's cut backstage. All is quiet in the underground parking structure as we watch a newbie to the OWF Sythe load his luggage on a large tour bus.

Voice - Psssst....

Sythe - Who's that?

Voice - Yooo dude! Ow man! You're smashing my arm!

Sythe - Who the... Woah! The luggage is talking to me!

The camera's lower themselves to the luggage compartment of the bus. The luggage shifts out of the way and behind it, nestled in a tiny cramped spot is The Cokekid! The fans cheer upon seeing him. Sythe grabs his arm and tries to pull him free.

Cokekid - Yooo dude man bro.. Thanks a ton mannn!

Sythe - For a second there I thought I was trippin'!

Cokekid - Yeah I get like that sometimes...

Theres a long pause. Both men are silent as they see Tee Wrex and his tiny arms pass them by.

Cokekid - AAAAHAHAHHAA!

Sythe - AAAHHAHAHAHA!.. Wanna go burn one?

Cokekid - You bet your ass I do! hahahaha!

The screen flashes and we head to the executive office. Commish DK and Prez CJ are sitting behind a large table covered in paper work.

Commish DK - Who's next?

Prez CJ - ... Jesse Williams.

Commish DK - Yessss.

Prez CJ - Send him in Mrs. Morningrod.

Mrs. Morningrod pokes her head out the door and looks out to the group of wrestler's.

Mrs. Morningrod - Jesse? ... Has anyone seen Jesse Williams?

They mostly shrug, MVP stands up and speaks.

MVP - Jesse's not here tonight.

Mrs. Morningrod - ...Uhhh Oh... Jesse's not here.

Commish DK - What the hell do you mean he's not here?

Mrs. Morningrod - What the hell do you mean he's not here?

MVP - He's not in the arena.

Mrs. Morningrod - He's not i-

Prez CJ - Mrs. Morningrod! I can hear him just fine!

Commish DK - Fire him!

Prez CJ - No...

Commish DK - Let me fire him!

Prez CJ - What was that? You wanna face him at the pay per view?

Commish DK - .....

Prez CJ - Mhm. That's what I thought.

Commish DK - But I.....

Prez CJ - Oh? What's that? You want Jesse in a Tower of Death Match?

Commish DK - I.....but....Uh....Noooo.

Prez CJ - Ya. I thought so.

From the door, we see Chris Green walk into the office.

Commish DK - Ahhh crap.

Chris Green - Welcom back, DiK!

Prez CJ - What do you want Green? We're very busy.

Green smiles.

Chris Green - No sweat man. I just came in here to say that I'm diggin' what you guys are doing right now. And, I want to keep this machine rolling! You know what I'm saying?

Commish DK - Not..really.

Chris Green - I'm saying, I'm offering my services for the Main Event tonight. I know you're in a tight spot, so, if you need someone who can go out there and deliver a Main Event caliber match, you know you can count on me.

Prez CJ - Thanks for the offer, Green, but nothing is set in stone yet.

Chris Green - That's cool. But just in case, you know Greener is always there!

He turns and exits the room as both CJ and DK stare at each other.

Commish DK - Can I fire him?

Prez CJ - What? You wanna face him AND Jesse in a Handicapped Match?

Commish DK - Ugh...I hate this job.

The cameras cut back to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - No Jesse Williams still! What about the main event?

Dunn - If he doesn't show up.. Looks like I'll have to lace up the old boots and take my spot in the main event!

Kissens - AAAAHHHAHHAAHAHAHA!

Cut to the backstage area, where Eclipse stalks the halls on the way to her match with Trent Steel. She pauses, as the camera cuts to Specter reclining against a wall. He uncrosses his arms and gives Eclipse a little wave, which she leaves unanswered.

Specter - Y'know, I can't quite put my finger on who, but you remind me of somebody.

Eclipse replies with a stare, prompting Specter to grin.

Specter - Have fun out there.

Throwing the Lily Ass title over his shoulder, Specter walks off opposite the camera. Eclipse holds her attention on him for a moment before breaking for the ring.

Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for PDA rules!

"Drag you down" by Finger Eleven blares throughout the arena.

Missy Janson - Introducing first.. From Anchorage Alaska.... Eclipse!

The fans squint trying to see what's going on around the dark entrance way when suddenly a figure emerges from the darkness as if ripping itself out of it. A flowing, ragged black cloak envelops her body and head while her attractive, scarred face is split into two sides. The right side looks normal while the left is painted paler with black stitches painted on causing the whole left side of her face to look as if it's been pieced backed together. Especially around the eyes and lips. Slowly she walks down the ramp towards the ring holding a black aluminum bat. With every step the light in front of her dims so that she is never walking in full illumination. After entering the ring she stops near the ropes while looking at her opponents with her head tilted downward and to the side at a strange angle.

Dunn - She's nuts.

We cut backstage where we find Vacant as he raps firmly on a door labeled ‘Cult of Steel’

Falcoon - What the hell is Vacant doing? The kid’s got a death wish.

The door pulls open and Trent Steel, wearing a baseball cap, glares down at Vacant, immediately balling up a fist and drawing back. Vacant stands there passively as Steel levels him with a big haymaker, knocking Vacant to the ground, then laying into Vacant with the boots, stomping the kid into the floor. Blood spreads slowly over the left half of the ski mask as Vacant lays on the floor, Steel taking a step back toward his room. Vacant rises back to his feet, turning again towards Steel, arms relaxed at his sides, wide open for attack.

Vacant - I’m not going to fight you.

Steel spins back around, leveling Vacant with a right hand. Vacant falls to the floor, not making the slightest effort to defend himself. Steel grapevines Vacant’s legs and turns the boy over in the hall, wrenching his body in half in brutal submission. Vacant’s words are forced and through gritted teeth.

Vacant - You want to fuck with my family? I can play games too, and I’ve got you figured out. I’m taking away the only thing you really love. The fighting. I’m not going to fight you. Anything you do me, I’m just going to let you. I’m going to take away every shread of satisfaction it gives you. But your matches, oh boy that’s a different story. You won’t have another match in the OWF without my ugly mug getting involved. Every win you get will be tainted by Vacant. Every loss, courtesy of yours truly. I am going to ruin everything you do in that ring, night after night, until you’ll do anything to get rid of me. Because the truth is, you love wrestling and fighting and hurting people more than I could ever could my neglective deadbeat dad.

Steel wrenches down harder, Vacant’s ankle turning in an awkward direction.

Trent Steel - Nobody screws with my matches!

Vacant - You can’t stop me!

Trent lets go of him as his match is quickly approaching. Vacant slowly pushes himself up to his feet staring at Steel who is looking blankly at the wall behind him. Vacant turns around to see a guy in all black leather with green hair wearing a pair of green shades.

Vacant - Who the...

The guy kicks Vacant square in the nuts and starts beating him with lefts and rights. Trent gets up and roundhouse kicks Vacant in the side of the head.

Trent Steel - Meet my adopted son...Justin Zane. JiZ meet dumbshit!

Justin Zane - Hey dumbshit!

Trent Steel - Go tie up a loose end Justin.

Justin Zane - Of course.

Justin walks off smirking. Trent leans down and pulls the bloody mask off of Vacant exposing only the smaller black mask around his eyes.

Trent Steel - Now Nick. I am going to make this perfectly clear to you. You try any more bullshit with me. Anything at all. Get in my face. Involve yourself in my matches. Hell even if I see your fucking uncle start giving me shit. You will find a piece of your father airmailed to your mother everyday for months on end until you can put him back together for the funeral we clear?

Trent rips the mask apart.

Trent Steel - Now man up and quit hiding you little shit. You know where to find me...Just follow the screams of your father.

Trent walks into his locker room and shuts the door. Vacant begins to move slowly as the camera keeps focused on Vacant. Suddenly the door bursts open a flash of a figure runs past the screen, unable to be seen.

Falcoon - That didn't work at all for Vacant.

Kissens - But he made a statement, y'all.

Dunn - That's for sure.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania..."The Son of a Bitch" Trent Steel!

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

The lights go down and...come back up and we see...Trent Steel dressed as a clown?

Falcoon - What the???

Dunn - ...Ohh this aint nice.

Eclipse turns to see “Trent the clown” in a black and green tux with a red bowtie with purple hair and white and green makeup. He smiles a scary smile as Eclipse charges at him and Trent sidesteps her. She turns only to get hit in the face with...a fish! Eclipse falls tot he ground as Trent struts around and honks a bike horn.

Kissens - Holy carp!

Dunn - Well I guess he did it for the halibit.

Falcoon - Looks more like a mackeral.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Kissens - I'd like to know how he got changed that quick!

The two competitors glare at each other as Eclipse winds up and smacks Trent the Clown right in the knee, taking him down to the mat. She stands over him and rears the bat back, only to swing and have Trent roll out of the way. Eclipse again strikes, but Trent rolls out of the way and this time ducks to the outside. Eclipse follows in pursuit and she is met with a hard kick to the stomach followed by Steel reaching down into her trunks and beginning to pull out a rainbow colored hankercheif. It continues to slowly come out before Steel wraps it around Eclipse's neck and begins to choke the life from her on the outside. She is able to use the butt end of the bat and bring it up into the stomach of Trent which releases his grasp on the hankercheif. Eclipse pushes herself up and turns, swinging wildly and connecting with a hard shot right across the chest of Trent with the aluminum baseball bat.

Falcoon - Ouch!

Kissens - That didn't look pretty.

Trent rolls around on the outside as Eclipse slowly walks over to her fallen opponent. She grabs a hold of him by his suspenders and drags him up to his feet only to push him back first into the steel ring steps, which go flying upon impact. Trent reaches back in pain as he lays on the concrete floor while Eclipse slides her baseball bat into the ring and approaches Steel again. He lifts him up but out of nowhere she is squirted in the face by Steel from the flower on his shirt.

Dunn - What a clown this guy is!

Eclipse puts her hands over her face as the red liquid leaks down across her eyes.

Falcoon - That looks like tabasco sauce!

Steel reaches under the ring and pulls out a bag. He unzips it and pulls out three juggling pins. He shuffles them in his hands and begins to juggle on the outside.

Kissens - He's good!

Eclipse finally gains her sight back but Trent uses one of the pins and cracks Eclipse right across the jaw sending her down to one knee. Steel continues to juggle, but Eclipse quickly recovers and charges Steel. She drives her shoulder into his abdomen and slams him back first up against the ring apron as the juggling pins hit the ground. She pushes him up onto the apron and brings a hard forearm down across his chest. She reaches up again and brings another hard forearm down across his chest.

Eclipse - This is for you, Alexis!

Eclipse brings a hard knee upwards connecting with the back of Steel's head.

Falcoon - Sending a direct message to Alexis Cage.

Steel rolls into the ring with Eclipse in pursuit. He rolls clear through the ring to the other side and collapses to the floor, while Eclipse walks through the ring, and exits the opposite side. She hops down to the outside but she is met with a hard right elbow to the sternum. Trent reaches under the ring and grabs a steel chair, quickly whips its back and smashes it directly over the head of Eclipse. She stumbles down to one knee, so Steel rears it back again and again cracks Eclipse square across the forehead with the chair. The second shot send Eclipse down on the outside, while Steel is on one knee gasping for air.

Dunn - It takes a lot of pain to keep Eclipse down.

Kissens - That's why her stipulation is so key, y'all.

Falcoon - Nobody can hang with Eclipse in a PDA Match.

Dunn - Hell, I know It's hard enough to do it in a regular match.

Trent discards the dented chair and reaches under the ring, pulling out a wooden table. The fans cheer as he props it up between the guard rail and the ring. It is elevated off the floor by about two feet as either end rests on the ring apron and the steel ring barricade. He turns around and grabs Eclipse by the back of her head, only to bring a sharp knee square into her face. Grabs a hold of the steel steps and throws them underneath the table he just set up before he reaches under the ring once more, this time pulling out a stop sign and sliding it into the ring. Eclipse is slowly dragging herself up while Steel again reaches under the ring, grabbing any weapon he gets his hand on and throwing it into the ring. He slides in a sheet of glass pane, followed by a steel trash can and finally a singapore cane. Steel chooses to roll into the ring and wait for Eclipse to recover, and catch his own breath in the mean time. He reaches down, lifting the singapore cane into his hands in preparation for when Eclipse reenters the ring. She grabs a hold of the ring apron and pulls herself off the floor and into the ring. Steel immediately weilds the cane backwards as Eclipse stands up. He swings, but she is able to duck at the last second. She picks up the stop sign and pulls it back over her head, looking to take advantage of Steel's failed strike, but when she turns she is smacked right across her brow with the singapore cane. It splinters into two pieces, which are still held together barely, while Eclipse falls to one knee and drops the stop sign.

Falcoon - Did you hear that shot?

Dunn - Man, how is Eclipse even conscious?

Kissens - She's a beast.

Steel discards the cane and opts to pick up the stop sign as Eclipse pushes herself up to her knees. He rears the sign back but beyond anyones recognition, Eclipse had grabbed a hold of her alumnium baseball bat and strikes Steel in the stomach with the butt end of it before he can hit her with the stop sign. It is an act of desperation as Eclipse hangs her head while Steel is down to one knee with the wind knocked out of him. Eclipse drops the bat and puts both of her hands on the mat and starts to push herself up. Meanwhile, Trent has the stop sign back in his hands and he awaits Eclipse to stand up.

Dunn - Not a smart move, she'll be ready for it.

Once she gets up to her feet, Steel throws the stop sign at Eclipse and dents it across her forehead. The strike isn't enough to knock her down, but she is dazed briefly. Trent scrambles to pick up the steel trash can and he then throws that at Eclipse, but she reaches up and grabs the can by it's edge with one hand. She glares at Trent, who charges at her, only to have the steel trash can smashed directly into his face. Steel is send to the mat, with the trash can dented so bad that it is completely flat at this point.

Falcoon - Eclipse was ready for that.

Kissens - And she made him pay, y'all!

Eclipse drops down to one knee again while Steel rolls away from her in an attempt to recover while Eclipse is heard grunting.

Eclipse - Do you see it, Alexis?

From the back, Vacant slowly begins to walk down the ramp. He hobbles in pain from the attack from Trent Steel and Justin Zane just minutes before the match started.

Dunn - What is he doing here now?

Kissens - He's just gonna get more hurt!

Vacant rounds the ring and pulls up a chair next to Uncle Bo.

Vacant - Yo Bo!

Uncle Bo - Yo whadyd-dyayaya sup!

Falcoon - Looks like he is here to watch the match.

Steel, through his pain, pulls himself up and finally notices Vacant at ringside. Vacant waves at him, which allows Eclipse time to get into the ring and pick up her aluminum baseball bat once again. With Steel focused on Vacant, Eclipse sneaks up behind him and bashes the back of his right knee with a swing that would make Barry Bonds jealous. Steel collapses to the mat in a lot of pain, rolling onto his back and crawling away from Eclipse.

Falcoon - Vacant just impacted that match!

Dunn - Pft, all he did was wave!

Kissens - Yeah, He's keeping Bo company...Leave him alone.

Dunn - Yeah, dick.

He reaches into his pocket and puts up his hands, motioning for Eclipse to stop. He begins to inflate a balloon by blowing air into it. He does, but is unable to create any animal with it so he resorts to making a gentialia reference.

Falcoon - How mature!

Eclipse stomps on the balloon, popping it immediately.

Dunn - ECLIPSE KILLS BONERS!

Steel pulls himself into a seated position in the corner and Eclipse charges, looking to bring a knee into his face but at the last second Steel is able to roll out of the way and into the center of the ring. Vacant then leaves Bo and walks towards ringside, where he pulls the ring barricade closer towards the ring and perches himself on top of it to get a better view.

Falcoon - He's getting dangerously close.

Steel stands up and again sees Vacant, who this time smiles right at him. Steel looks furious and is almost blindsided by Eclipse but he ducks at the last second. Trent picks up the glass pane and throws it directly at the face of Eclipse and it smashes into milliions of little pieces as it contacts her straight in the face. The impact isn't great, so she is only sent to one knee, but many pieces of glass jut out from her facial area and blood begins to flow freely.

Dunn - Jesus!

Kissens - Eclipse is bloodied up.

Falcoon - And she doesn't even care.

Eclipse pushes herself up, looking furious through her crimson mask and grabs a hold of Trent Steel. She whips him against the ropes but she falls to one knee as the glass in her face becomes an issue. Once she does, Vacant pulls himself up to the apron and yanks down the top rope which Steel is running at. Trent tumbles over the top rope and crashes ribs first across the ring barricade. Blood begins to spurt from his mouth as Vacant avoids contact with Trent and walks back to Uncle Bo. Eclipse sees Steel hung up on the outside next to the table he set up and she slowly exits the ring.

Dunn - Vacant just took a huge chunk out of Steel!

Eclipse grabs Trent and drags him up onto the apron. She rolls him onto the table which is proped up between the ring and the barricade steel guard railing. She pulls herself into the ring and stands right next to the ropes, grabbing a hold of them. She slingshots herself over the top rope to the outside over the top of Steel. She extends both of her feet right into his ribs with a Springboard Double Foot Stomp that sends Steel through the table and crashing down onto the ring steps under the table on the outside.

Falcoon - She just snapped him in half!!

The fans are going nuts after the surveying the damage Eclipse caused with that move. Steel lays broken on top of the ring steps as Eclipse grabs a hold of his head and rolls him into the ring. Vacant watches with a wide smile upon his feet as he sits on a steel chair next to Bo, enjoying the carnage. Eclipse drags herself into the ring, wiping a mixture of blood and shards of glass from her face, and pushes herself up to her feet. Steel has pushed himself up to his knees and reaches into his pocket quickly, pulling out a small disposable camera. Eclipse slowly stalks towards him, but Steel snaps a picture right in her face. The flash, obviously enhanced, sends a white blur of light throughout the arena and temporarily blinds Eclipse.

Kissens - What a sneaky move.

Trent drops the camera and quickly stands up, leaning into Eclipse and lifting her up onto his shoulders. He walks towards the nearest corner, which prompts Vacant to leap up out of his seat. He folds up the steel chair and runs towards the apron, leaping up onto it. Steel notices him as he looks to nail the Pittsburgh Nightmare on Eclipse. Vacant holds the folded Steel chair in the turnbuckle, for Steel to slam Eclipse onto it but Trent is reluctant to do so and thus secure a tainted victory.

Dunn - Vacant is interjecting again!

Steel refuses, which allows Eclipse to slide down his back. She pushes Steel forward and his face connects with the chair Vacant has propped up into the corner. Trent stumbles out, turning around, and receives a hard kick to the stomach. Eclipse grabs his head and lifts him up, nailing an Implant DDT,

Falcoon - Nature's Course!

Vacant smiles and leaves ringside, with Eclipse staring right at him as she drapes her exhausted body over the fallen Trent Steel. The referee slides into place...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - Here is your winner.... Eclipse!

Falcoon - What a struggle that was.

Dunn - Vacant had to keep his nose interjected at all times.

Kissens - But look at Bo, he's so happy.

Falcoon - Finally someone paid some attention to him.

Dunn - I think Vacant may have bitten off more than he could chew with this situation.

Kissens - Steel is going to be fuming.

Falcoon - And I doubt Eclipse will be too thrilled with the indirect assist.

The OWFtron lights up once again. We're taken backstage to the executive office where DK and CJ are sitting side by side with an important announcement.

Prez CJ - Hello fans.

Commish DK - Remember when we promised we'd be back later? Well, here we are. And, we have a huge announcement. CJ, would you like to do the honors?

Prez CJ - No, go right ahead.

Commish DK - Okay, well see folks, I have to tell you all that Championship Bash was a very short lived idea and will NO LONGER be taking place.

The fans give a very mixed reaction.

Commish DK - As of tonight, Championship Bash has moved back to the Inactive Event List.

Prez CJ - Now, I know that leaves three people in the dark in this situation. Those three people being Chris Green, Eclipse, and the probably soon to be released Jesse Williams. They are the team that won the Three Man Tag Team Tournament at Determined, and thus earned the right to compete in Championship Bash for the OWF World Title, joining only the other champions as the active competitors in the match who could walk out World Champion.

Commish DK - So, instead of their prize being that, we have come up with a new solution. At The Doubleheader PPV, we have decided to implement a match on Shock and Terror on June 28th featuring every superstar on the current OWF roster.

Prez CJ - The deal is that there is going to be a Contract hung from the rafters twenty feet above the entrance ramp. That contract will be for a World Title shot the next night, Sunday, at High Voltage.

The fans cheer loudly.

Commish DK - So, how does this apply to the three winners of the Three Man Tag Team Tournament? Well, at any given time during the Contract Match, which will take place throughout the night, there will only be three competitors allowed to go after the contract. Those three competitors will start off being Eclipse, Chris Green and Jesse Williams if he is with the company, and no longer Champion. If Jesse isn't around, or is Champion, the third spot will be vacant.

Prez CJ - The match will only start that way. Any competitor can take one of those three spots by pinning or submitting any of the three competitor who actively hold those spots that grant them the right to grab the Contract to win the match. Any competitor to do so, will gain that spot and the right to go after the contract.

Commish DK - So, lets make that clear. The match will start off with Eclipse, Green and maybe Williams as the only three competitors able to grab the contract to earn themselves a World Title shot. Anyone who secures a pinfall or submission over those, or any three competitors that hold one of the three spots will gain that spot and be able to go after the Contract themself. There is no limit to how many times spots can change hands, but the limit will remain at three competitors at a time.

Falcoon - I think I got it now.

Kissens - Yeah, seems simple enough.

Dunn - Yeaaaaah. Me too?

Prez CJ - So without further adue, lets head to the ring for our Main Event..

The cameras cut back to the ring, where Missy Janson is standing directly in the middle of the mat with a microphone lifted to her mouth.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the evening...

The fans cheer moderately, not sure who they will see come to the ring.

Missy Janson - This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the OWF World Heavyweight Championship...

Their cheers get louder at the mention of the OWF Title.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the challenger, from Los Angeles, California...Greeeg Jackson!

PA System - Diamonds are forever...

"Diamonds from Sierra Leone" by Kanye West begins to play softly as gold sparks begin to shimmer down at the entry way.

They won't leave in the night,
I've no fear that they might
Desert me.

The song continues to play as still images of a wrestler with blue tint on the screen play. "BlackJack" flashes between each shot.

Foooooorrrrrrreeeeeeeevvvvvvvverrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

Just then, the song cuts out and the lights do as well, leaving everyone in darkness.

PA System - CAAAAAALIFORNIA LOOOOOOOOOVE!

"California Love" by Tupac ft. Dr. Dre blares over the speakers as Greg Jackson comes out on to the ramp. The fans are going crazy as Greg jumps in rhythm with the song pumping his arms up and down to get the fans into it. He then continues down to the ring, slapping hands along the way. When he gets to the ring, he climbs up the apron and the leapfrogs the ropes into the ring. Greg walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the second rope and lifts one fist in the air, acknowledging the crowd. After he gets down, he tests the ropes a couple times as his music dies down.

Dunn - HEY! WHERE ARE THE BURRITO'S?!

Kissens - I guess he ran out?

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

No music comes from the speakers and no video plays on the OWF Tron. Immediately the fans boo heavily when Jesse doesn't come out.

Falcoon - Well, we have our answer.

Dunn - That bastard.

Kissens - So, he's gone?

Falcoon - Seems so.

A majority of the fans sit down back into their seats while Greg Jackson begins to talk with the referee about what is going on.

PA System - ENOUGH IS ENOUGH NOW BEG FOR FORGIVENESS YOU FUCKS!

As those words are screamed out of the speakers, "Ya Basta" by Underminded kicks in. Through the curtains, the OWF World Champion Jesse Williams walks out with the belt proudly displayed over his shoulder. The fans explode as they see Jesse on the ramp, smirking at all of them.

Falcoon - What a bastard.

Kissens - He tricked us all.

Greg looks livid in the ring while Jesse takes his time walking down the ramp. He glances over the cheering crowd as he reaches ringside. The breakdown of the song begins to kick in as he hops up onto the apron and walks to the turnbuckle nearest to him. He steps up to the middle rope and holds the OWF World Title up high. His music slowly fades out and he hops into the ring.

The two men stare at each other while the referee takes the championship from Jesse and holds it high in the ring.

Falcoon - This is for the biggest prize in the business.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The fans erupt to a momentus cheer as both competitors remain motionless, engaged in a staredown across the ring. Slowly, they both step into motion, circling the ring at a slow pace and trying to find an opportunity to strike. Williams attempts to lock up with Jackson, but he side steps Jesse and grabs him in a reverse waist lock, which Jesse is able to roll out of. He immediately pushes himself back to his feet and again looks to lock up with Jackson, but Greg sidesteps his advance once again and sweeps the legs of Williams out from under him. Jesse crashes to the mat with a thud and Jackson lifts his left arm, before letting the weight of his body fall towards Jesse. Williams rolls out of the way of the attempted elbow drop and pushes himself up to his feet. Jackson rushes Williams, but receives a sharp dropkick right across the chest for his effort. Greg falls to, and remains in, a seated position after the dropkick holding his chest, while Jesse pushes himself up off of the apron. He looks down at Greg and rushes against the ropes, when he runs back Jesse soccer kicks Jackson right across his chest which flattens him out to his back on the mat.

Falcoon - Jesse is taking Jackson behind the wood shed.

Dunn - I didn't think Jesse would come out this hot.

Jesse quickly hops on top of the prone Jackson, hooking his leg as the referee slides into place...1...kickout. Greg quickly pushes himself up, holding his face, while Jesse swings around and nails Greg with a right hook that staggers him back first into the turnbuckle. Williams approaches, grabs Jackson's left arm with his left hand and attempts an irish whip across the corner. Jackson reverses and instead tosses Williams towards the opposite turnbuckle, which he crashes into chest first. Greg approaches Jesse from behind, lifting him up and nailing a backbreaker right across his knee. Greg keeps Jesse bent backwards over his knee, with his left hand on Jesse's left thigh and his right hand across his jaw. He pushes with all his might on the face of Jesse, wrenching his back and ribs. Williams screams in pain, waiving his arms frantically. Williams uses the power of his right leg and he kicks up, floating backwards over Jackson's knee and onto his feet. Jackson steps up and catches an attempted boot from Williams, who quickly tries to counter with an ensiguri but Jackson ducks and Williams falls flat on his face, propelled by his own momentum. Greg quickly steps forward, dropping a hard right elbow across the back of the laid out Williams, much to the chagrin of the fans.

Kissens - Greg is really exploiting his injuries.

Dunn - And I don't get why the fans aren't getting behind him.

Falcoon - I guess they thought he wanted the belt fair, but attacking Jesse's injuries is completely legal.

Kissens - I guess they're used to the fun loving Greggy, y'all.

Falcoon - Greggy?

Dunn - Fun loving?

Williams clutches his back as he lays face down on the mat. Jackson grabs a hold of the nearby ropes and tugs himself up to his feet. He reaches down, grabbing a fistful of Jesse's hair and lifting him up to his feet. Williams tries to fight Jackson off with a right jab to the midsection on the way up, but Jackson responds with a european uppercut right across the throat of Jesse Williams that sends him right down to his back. Again, Jackson grabs a hold of Jesse by his hair and drags him up to his feet. He pushes him backwards up against the ropes, pulling his arm back and unleashing a knife edge chop across the chest of Williams. Jesse winces in pain but looks Jackson in the face. Greg responds with an even harder chop, that echos through the arena.

Falcoon - Jesus, did you hear that?

Williams again stares at Jackson, who responds with a lifting knee to Jesse's sternum which breaks his stare. Williams bends over, gasping for air and eventually falls to all fours. Jackson runs against the ropes, charges back and nails a dropkick to the exposed ribs of Jesse. From the impact, Williams is propelled out of the ring under the bottom rope and he crashes to the floor. He holds his ribs in extreme pain while the fans give Jackson a mild reaction as he stands alone in the ring. The referee looks outside and begins the manditory ten count...

1...2....

Greg walks over and gets in the referees face, breaking the count.

Dunn - I don't think Jackson would like to win by count out.

Kissens - That'd be pointless.

Williams grabs a hold of the apron on the outside, pulling himself up to his feet and rolling his body up onto the apron. Jackson walks away from the referee and grabs a hold of Jesse by his arm, yanking him up to a standing position and right into a firemans carry. Greg falls backwards, dropping Jesse flat on his back with a samoan drop and remains on top of him for the pinfall attempt. The referee quickly dives in...1...2...kickout by Jesse. The fans applaud which causes Jackson to pull himself up quickly, giving neither himself or Jesse a break. Again he grabs a hold of the arm of Williams, but this time Jesse is able to push himself up. Greg fires immediately with an elbow that catches Jesse across the jaw and causes him to stumble backwards up against the ropes. He trips forward and Jackson throws his right boot up with a superkick attempt. Jesse ducks at the last second and grabs Greg's head from behind and executes a flawless falling neckbreaker. Williams lays on the mat holding his back while Jackson rolls from side to side with both of his arms around his head.

Falcoon - That was a desperation move.

Kissens - Williams is in a lot of pain.

Dunn - He had to know he was in store for this.

Kissens - I think he was ready mentally, just not physically y'all.

Falcoon - Not so fast, he could get his second wind with that neckbreaker.

Dunn - This match is far from over, Falcoon. The longer it goes, the bigger advantage to Jackson.

Williams rolls over onto his stomach and pushes himself up while watching Jackson's every move. Greg is able to get up to one knee and get firmly on both feet before Jesse can. He walks towards Jesse, only to receive a closed fist to the abdomen. Jackson is hardly phased as he responds with a forearm across the shoulder blades of Williams, then drags him up to his feet. He quickly hooks Jesse in a front face lock, Greg then throws the arm of Jesse over his head into a suplex position. In a flash, Jackson nails a snap suplex and rolls through, keeping Jesse locked in the suplex position as he drags him up to his feet. Again Jackson flips Williams over with a snap suplex, and keeps him hooked up and follows it with another roll through up to their feet. Greg attempts a third suplex, but this time Jesse grapevines the leg of Jackson. Williams immediately reverses the leverage and lifts Jackson up with a suplex, but instead of dropping him onto his back he drops Jackson stomach first across the top rope. He hangs there for a moment as Jesse gains his composure. Williams runs towards the adjacent set of ropes and he springboards to the top rope in one bound. Still facing the crowd, he leaps off the rope and twists around nailing Jackson right across the back of his head with a springboard ensiguri.

Dunn - Holy shit! Is Jackson out?

Greg hangs lifeless on the top rope while Jesse lays in the ring, gasping for oxygen while the fans are going absolutely nuts.

Kissens - I can't tell!

Greg finally slumps over off the top rope and into the ring, leaving both men flat on their backs with the fans split on who they want to win. Chants of "Let's go Jackson!" are followed immediately by louder chants of "Let's go Williams!". Both men begin crawling towards the ropes, with Williams pulling himself up to a seated position against the ropes looking at Greg Jackson's progress. Jackson glances back at Jesse, and the two lock eyes while they struggle back to their feet. Every fan in the arena is on their feet watching this match, cheering for both men to continue on. Jesse grabs a hold of the top rope and gets back up to a standing position as Jackson does the same across the other side of the ring. The two men charge at each other. Williams attempts a lariat, but Jackson ducks and spins Williams around. Greg nails a closed right fist to the jaw of Jesse, followed by a left jab. Jackson attempts a back elbow, but Williams hooks his arm and locks Jackson in a full nelson. The fans cheer at the lock, but Greg is able to wiggle free and drop down to the mat. He rolls Williams through and somehow manages to pin his shoulder to the mat...1...2...Williams rolls out and both men burst up to their feet. Jackson runs right into an extended knee from Jesse, who immediately tosses Jackson across the opposite set of ropes with an irish whip. When Jackson returns, Williams leap frogs him and Greg runs under the jumping Jesse. He stops right in his tracks behind him, but Williams throws a side kick back that catches Greg in the thigh. This sends him down to one knee, and Williams runs against the opposite set of ropes. Out of nowhere, an adrenaline fueled Greg Jackson lunges up and spears Jesse as soon as he bounces off the ropes. The impact drives both men through the top and middle rope, tumbling to the outside.

Falcoon - Oh that doesn't spell good things for Jesse.

Dunn - Jackson has done a good job with weakening him bit by bit.

Kissens - You gotta wonder how well those ribs are holding up, y'all.

Dunn - You can really only put on so much tape, and it doesn't even help in the first place.

Falcoon - What does work?

Dunn - Methampheta-

Falcoon - NEVERMIND!

Both men lay on the outside, in various amounts of pain from different parts of their body. The referee opts not to count when both men are outside, and the fans applaud that decision. Jackson grabs a hold of the ring apron with both hands, using it to drag himself up. He leans across the ring apron, using it to rest before trying to stand on his own will. Williams, on the other hand is on all fours and is struggling to hold himself up off of the concrete floor. Jackson pushes himself off of the apron and hobbles towards Jesse, dragging him up to his unsteady feet. Jackson attempts a right hook, but Jesse narrowly blocks it. He fires at Jackson with the only available option -- his forehead, connection with a headbutt that knocks Greg down to a single knee. Jesse attempts to take his chance and grabs the head of Greg Jackson, but Greg quickly lifts his hands and pushes Jesse backwards. He drives Jesse backfirst into a combination of the ring post and the steel steps. The steps only disconnect and barely become unhinged from one another, but Williams stays in a seated position in a lot of pain up against the ring post. The referee exits the ring and gets into the face of Jackson, warning him about his actions. Jackson ignores the referee mostly, and looks out to the fans who are slowly getting more and more behind Williams with every strategic attack from Jackson on the injured back and ribs of the champion.

Falcoon - I guess Jackson finally understands that he's number two.

Dunn - Took him long enough.

Kissens - Awl, he looks hurt. Poor baby.

Greg spits down to the concrete floor before reaching down and grabbing a hold of the seated Jesse Williams. He drags him up and rolls his lifeless body into the ring. Greg slowly pulls himself up to the apron, and he begins to climb up the nearest turnbuckle. In the ring, Jesse is struggling up to his feet. Greg perches himself up on the top rope as all of the fans are screaming to warn Jesse.

Falcoon - I think Jackson is looking for The BlackJack! This could end it!

Williams eventually staggers up to his feet, with his back to Greg. He turns around and Jackson leaps off the top rope towards Jesse. In an act of pure instinct, Williams semi flips backwards into the air and drives both of his boots directly into the face of the flying Greg Jackson. He comes crashing down to the mat like a ton of bricks with Jesse falling onto his back after the jumping dropkick counter. The fans cheer loudly, as again both men are down in the ring.

Kissens - How did he do that?

Dunn - I don't know, but it took a lot out of him.

From the back, the curtains part and Moxie Roxie along with Vacant make themselves present on the entrance ramp. The fans give them a mixed reaction as they trot down the ramp with both competitors completely oblivious to their presence.

Falcoon - Of course, there has to be an interference.

Kissens - Maybe they're just here to watch?

Dunn - I doubt it.

Moxie and Vacant split as they reach the ring, each of them taking up positions on opposite sides of the ring. Inside the ring, Jackson and Williams both begin to move and the fans focus their attention on those two competitors once again. Williams plants both of his fists into the mat and pushes himself up to a kneeling position with both knees on the mat while Jackson has gotten to one knee and is resting before attempting to stand. The two men glare at each other, eyeing each other up before they are physically able to even reach each other. Once Jackson begins to pull himself up, Jesse instant begins to pull himself up as well to match Jackson. Through a lot of pain, both men stagger to their feet and meet in the middle of the ring. Williams cracks Jackson across the thigh with a thunderous side kick, but Jackson had already set in motion a left elbow which Jesse steps right into. Both men are dazed for a brief second, but they immediately lock up and finish up recovering in a leverage battle. Williams tosses Greg up against the ropes, and from outside of the ring Vacant grabs a hold of his feet and trips him up. Jackson hits the mat and looks outside at Vacant who backs off.

Falcoon - The referee didn't see that?!

Dunn - Jackson sure did.

Jackson exits the ring immediately, with the referee following him, as he goes after Vacant. Vacant attempts to avoid Jackson, but is grabbed by his leather jacket. Vacant easily slips out of it and skips around the corner. The referee steps in front of Jackson, urging him to get into the ring.

Kissens - This is ridiculous! He's costing my Greggy this match!

On the otherside of the ring, Moxie Roxie is now reaching under the ring. She pulls out a steel chair that has been spray painted pink. She slides under the bottom rope behind Jesse who has his eyes focused on Jackson and Vacant on the outside. Out of nowhere, Moxie weilds the chair back and smashes it's face right against the ribs of Jesse Williams which sends him down to both knees in extreme pain.

Falcoon - WHAT IS THIS NOW?!

Dunn - They just wanted to ruin the match.

Moxie walks around Jesse and rears the chair back once again, and with all of her might brings it down across the forehead of the kneeling Jesse Williams. The chair dents out of proportion and Moxie discards it by tossing it out of the ring, then quietly sliding out herself. The camera focuses in on the head of Jesse Williams, as his eyes are shut and there is a cut opened up across his left eyebrow.

Falcoon - Crap, he's bloodied.

Vacant has now joined back up with Moxie on the far side of the ring as the referee forces Jackson into the ring. Greg first goes over to the ropes nearest where Moxie and Vacant are standing and he begins to yell towards them. Williams remains motionless as a puddle of blood begins to form on the mat around where his head is laying. The referee looks down at Jesse, then at Jackson who turns around and notices Williams flat on his back.

Kissens - Pin him!

Dunn - It's what you've wanted for three years! It's right there in the middle of the ring for the taking!

Jackson drops to his knees and lays across the stomach of Jesse Williams.

Kissens - Yes!

The referee slides into place...1...2...thr- KICKOUT!

Kissens - HE WON!

Falcoon - NO! It was only two!

The fans explode as the referee holds up two fingers. Jackson looks furious and again gets into the face of the referee.

Kissens - You're joking!

Dunn - Nope. Only two!

Kissens - Damnit!

While Jackson is arguing with the referee, Vacant slips into the ring behind him. He sizes Jackson up from behind and then quickly rushes him. Out of nowhere, Jackson throws his right boot up and catches Vacant right across the jaw with a superkick that sends him right down to the mat. Moxie pulls the lifeless Vacant from the ring immediately as Jackson stares down both of them.

Dunn - That's what he gets for sticking his nose where it doesn't belong!

Moxie begins helping Vacant up the ramp as he regains his bearings. They disappear behind the curtain leaving only Greg Jackson and Jesse Williams in the fans view. Greg hangs himself over the top rope as he tries to recover a bit of stamina. Williams, on the other hand, is a bloody mess and is slowly trying to get up to his feet by any means necessary. Again, the rivaled chants of "Let's Go Jackson! Let's go Williams!" start up amongst the crowd with the fans firmly behind both competitors. Jesse wipes the blood from his face with the remains of his white tanktop, which he pulls off and uses to soak up most of the blood before dropping it to the mat. Blood spots now liter the mat as Jesse finally pushes himself up to his feet. Jackson leaves the security of the ropes and walks towards Jesse. Surprisingly, Williams hooks Greg's arm and nails an arm drag, tossing Greg down to the mat by his left arm. Both competitors swing back up to their feet with Jackson charging at Jesse. He attempts a clothesline, but Williams avoids it by ducking. Greg continues his sprint, bouncing off the ropes and he ends up on the receiving end of a crossbody block from Williams that takes Greg down to the mat. Jackson is able to counter the leverage and roll through, laying on top of Jesse for a pinfall attempt...1...2...Williams pushes Jackson off of him and both superstars hobble back up to their feet and square off again. Williams looks for a left hook, but a ducking Greg Jackson easily telegraphs it and avoids it by a mile. Jackson swings around behind Williams, wrapping his arms around his waist in a reverse waist lock. Williams attempts to throw an elbow back, but again Jackson sees it coming and ducks. He allows Williams to turn around and Greg immediately locks Jesse in a vicious bear hug, crushing his midsection like a soda can.

Falcoon - Greg could easily get the win here.

Dunn - The pain will eventually just be too much to take.

Kissens - Jesse isn't one to give up y'all.

Dunn - He doesn't have to. If he passes out Jackson gets the win anyways.

Kissens - Really? Kill him Greggy!!

Williams yells in pain as Greg invests every ounce of strength left in his body into the lock he has on the ribs and back of the champion. Jesse tries to press his hands against the chest of Jackson in an attempt to create some distance between himself and Greg, but it comes with no benefits as Greg only tightens his grip. Williams hangs suspended slightly in the air, with his life being drained, as Jackson shows no intentions of letting go. The referee is right on top of things, checking for consciousness in Williams and to see if he quits. Jesse fights it the best he can, eventually coming to the point where he is throwing any strike he can down at the face of Greg Jackson. While most of the shots connect, there isn't much fire behind them and Jackson is able to keep the hold applied firmly. Jesse shows signs of weakening as his blows become less and less accurate as they glance off the shoulder and jaw of Jackson. Greg tightens the hold once more, yelling with an intensity as the standing crowd stands silently watching both men. Jesse's body slowly falls limp and prompts the referee to come in and check him.

Kissens - This is it!

Dunn - I think it is, actually. Jesse seems to be out.

Before the referee can check on Jesse, Jackson stumbles as he becomes unable to continue the verocity of the bear hug, and in turn loosens the hold for few moments. Williams snaps back to reality and plants his feet onto the mat. In one fluid motion he wraps his arms around Greg Jackson and nails him with an overhead belly to belly suplex across the ring. The fans explode into a round of cheers, even though both men lay nearly broken in the ring.

Falcoon - I thought that bear hug would be it!

Dunn - I can't see how Jesse can go on much longer.

Kissens - Does that mean you think Greg has it?!

Dunn - No. I just don't know how Williams physically could.

Kissens - So its two to one Falcoon in favor of Greg!

Williams begins to move, favoring his ribs heavily as he extends his right arm and grabs a hold of the top rope. Jackson as himself up to all fours and in a sign of pure will, he pushes himself up to both feet. He stands tall, which receives a thunderous applause from the crowd with a few boo's mixed in. Jesse pulls himself up to his feet and leans up against the ropes, which earns him a thunderous applause as well. They two men glance at each other and slowly limp, hobble and stumble towards each other. They meet in the center of the ring as the fans chant "This-is-Awe-some! This-is-Awe-some". The two men exchange a few words and immediately head back to blows. Williams connects with a chop across the chest to start off the exchange, with Jackson countering right back with a chop of his own. Williams fires back across the chest of Greg with an even harder chop, which prompts Jackson to respond with an even sharped chop across the chest of Jesse. Williams looks for a right elbow, but Jackson blocks it with his left forearm and catches Jesse right across his midsection with a lifting knee. It doubles Jesse over momentarily, but soon he begins to pull himself up. Jackson bounces off the ropes, heading towards Jesse who ducks and looks for a back body drop. Jackson jumps into the air, rolling over the back of the bent Williams and landing on this feet right behind Jesse. He rushes the champion and presses him up against the ropes, chest first. Williams hooks the top rope with both of his arms, which causes Jackson to roll backwards into the center of the ring with the bounce back of the ropes. Williams turns around and Jackson looks for a superkick, but Jesse avoids it at the last second. He turns around and looks for a huge right lariat but Jackson bends down and lifts Jesse straight into the air and levels him with a sitout spinebuster. Jackson rolls to the side as Jesse kicks the mat in extreme pain.

Kissens - PIN HIM!

Falcoon - That whole exchange took a lot out of him.

Dunn - If he could have managed a pin he probably would have gotten the victory.

Kissens - Don't tell me that!

The fans are shaking the foundations of the arena in anticipation as both men lay prone on the mat. Jackson begins to move, being the less shaken from the confrontation, as he crawls away towards the center of the blood soaked ring. Williams has his left arm hooked on the middle rope at his elbow, with both of his knees planted firmly on the mat. Williams hooks the finger tips of his right hand on the top rope as his blood soaked hair has impeded his eyes sight. In the middle of the ring, Jackson has pushed himself up to one knee with his back to Jesse. Jackson remains kneeling as he tries to compose himself, while right behind him Williams has now hung himself up on the top rope. Immediately he pulls his hair back out of his face and again wipes the blood from his face with the palm of his hand. Jackson puts both of his hands on the mat and slowly extends his body upwards. He stands up and turns around as Jesse pulls himself off the ropes. Williams stumbles around and is met with a hard boot to the gut from Jackson. Greg tucks Jesse's head between his legs, but Williams pulls Greg's legs out from under him and slams him on his back. Williams flips over, keeping a hold of Jackson's legs and lays on top of him for a pinning situation. The referee slides into place...1...2...Jackson wraps his arms around the body of Williams and frees his legs. He plants his feet firmly to the mat and bridges his back up, while lifting Williams up with him. Both men get up to their feet, with Jackson keeping a hold around the body of Jesse Williams. The two men spin around, but out of nowhere Jackson backslides Williams down into a crucifix pin. The referee slides into place...1...2...kickout by Jesse. Williams immediately hops up and waits for Jackson. Once he gets to his feet Jackson is nailed with a closed fist to the jaw. Jesse follows up with a chop across Jackson's chest and immediately after that a sharp toe kick to the sternum. Williams winds up again for a lariat and swings, but Jackson is able to telegraph is again. When Jesse turns around, Jackson extends his right boot sharply into his jaw with a superkick with such intensity both men hit the mat with a hard thud.

Falcoon - He finally connected with the superkick!!

Dunn - That's gotta be enough!

Kissens - Go go go!

Falcoon - Greg is still stunned from those shots from Jesse.

Dunn - They've been going at it for about an hour now, fatigue is setting in.

Greg slowly crawls towards Williams and rolls him over onto his back.

Kissens - Yes Yes!

Greg lays his right arm over Jesse's chest. The referee slides into place...1...2...thr- NO! Jesse put his foot on the bottom rope at the last second!

Falcoon - I don't believe this...What the hell is going on? Am I losing my mind or should these guys be unconscious by now?

Jackson lays on top of Williams exhausted, as Jesse keeps his foot on the rope. Greg rolls off to the side of Jesse, and both men lay on their back with their chests puffing heavily. Neither man makes a move as the fans stomp their feet, clap their hands, yell at the top of their lungs -- anything to make noise to show their appreciation for this match. Various sections of the crowd break out into different chants. Jackson rolls over onto his stomach, wincing in pain as he begins the process of getting back up to his feet. Williams remains on his back, but extends his left hand out towards the ropes and grabs a hold of the bottom one.

Dunn - I'm getting the feeling these two are running on fumes now.

Falcoon - I don't think they have much more to give these fans, or themselves.

Jackson pushes himself up to all fours while Jesse pulls himself up to a sitting position using the middle rope to anchor himself. Greg staggers to his unsteady feet, gaining his balance only a few moments after pushing himself up. He turns and walks towards Jesse, who is struggling to stand. Greg grabs Jesse with both hands by his hair and pulls him up to his feet. He pulls him right into a suplex position and he attempts to lift Jesse vertically into the air once again. Jesse immediately grapevines his leg, and in return attempts a suplex of his own. He only gets Greg a foot off the ground before Jackson reverses the momentum and lifts Jesse up. Instead of suplexing him, he crotches Jesse on top of the turnbuckle. He waists no time climbing up the ropes and planting both feet firmly on the top ropes. He leaps into the air and wraps his legs around the head and neck of Jesse Williams, looking for a top rope hurricanrana. Williams holds on as Jackson swings down, and with all of his might he swings Jackson back up into the air. Greg, realizing he is in trouble, again swings down violently but his leg lock around Jesse's head breaks and he collapses to the mat back first. The fans roar as Williams is left perched on the top rope and Jackson is down in the ring.

Dunn - You don't think?

Falcoon - Swanton Bomb?!

Jesse pushes himself up off the top turnbuckle to a standing position on the top rope. He looks down at Greg Jackson and he leaps off the turnbuckle as flashbulbs flicker and the fans all of sudden become silent.

Kissens - NO!!!

Williams flips and executes a flawless Swanton Bomb -- except its delivered with his back flat to the mat as Greg Jackson rolled out of harms way a flash second before hand. The fans give a mixed reaction as Williams lays on his side in extreme pain while Greg Jackson is on his stomach with his eyes locked on Jesse.

Falcoon - That could be the turning point of the match right there.

Greg quickly pushes himself up into a standing position as if he isn't even hurt and he walks to the far corner. Jesse, meanwhile, has crawled over to the corner opposite Jackson and has begun to use the ropes to pull himself up. Jackson glares at him and then crouches down, his eyes firmly locked on the champion.

Falcoon - He's going to spear Williams in half again!

Kissens - Good!

The fans are nearly rioting with the division between them all. Jesse has his back towards Jackson as he pulls himself up to a standing position while he leans chest first up against the turnbuckle. Jesse slowly begins to turn around and as he does, Jackson charges from across the ring. Again flashbulbs flicker as Greg Jackson builds up a head of steam and dives at Williams, attempting a spear. Somehow, with his hands still on the top rope holding himself up, he elevates himself up to a sitting position on the top turnbuckle as Jackson lunges through the top and middle ropes. He connects face first with the steel ring post and he falls backwards into the ring on his back.

Dunn - That backfired big time!

Kissens - No damnit!

The fans again begin to chant intensely as Williams pushes himself up to a standing position on the top rope. He leaps off and connects with a Swanton Bomb on Greg Jackson.

Falcoon - SWANTON!

Williams lays on top of Jackson, both men unconscious as the referee slides into place...1...2...3!

Dunn - He did it!

Missy Janson - Your winner...and STILL OWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...JESSE WILLIAMS!

The fans explode into a round of cheers for both men as the referee retreives the belt for Jesse Williams. Jackson rolls out of the ring while Williams lays on the mat holding the World Title in his hand.

Falcoon - What a match!

Suddenly over the guardrail, a dark figure charges into the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and takes the fallen Champion by surprise as he begins to stomp the hell out of his ribs. The man is revealed to be Trent Steel, out of clown make up.

Kissens - Trent is here! Yay!

Williams lays exhausted on the mat while Steel glances over his victim. Garbage begins to fill the ring as Steel is peppered with boos.

The OWF tron flickers to life and we see Vacant backstage watching the monitors in the Team Moxie locker room. He stands up and is about to exit when Moxie stops him.

Moxie Roxie - Where are you going?

Vacant - I have to help him.

Moxie Roxie - Don't you think that is what Steel wants you to do?

Vacant glances back at the television. He sees Steel continuing to beat on Jesse. Steel is now kicking Jesse from any angle he can find while Jesse lays motionless just absorbing the blows.

Vacant - But, I have to help him. He helped me!

Moxie Roxie - Just stay. He can take care of himself.

Vacant - But-

Moxie Roxie - No buts, sit down.

The cameras switch back to the ring as Steel reaches into his trenchcoat and pulls out a barbed wire baseball bat. He rears back and smacks Jesse right across the small of his back.

Falcoon - Someone has to stop this!

Jesse still lays motionless as EMT's and security rush down to the ring. Steel gets in one last shot for good measure, before leaving the ring and exiting through the crowd.

Dunn - Steel made his presence known.

Kissens - I can't believe Greg lost!

Falcoon - Fans we are out of time. See you next week on Addiction!