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* DARK MATCH * OWF BS&T TAG TITLE MATCH
The camera's glide down into the AT&T Center. A side view of the consessions area show's Moxie Roxie sitting down at a table next to a young fan. The fans pop on the sight of Moxie and you see her expression instantly change as she hears the cheers through the backstage walls. Moxie Roxie - And what's you're name? Moxie withdraws an 8x10 photo and a sharpie and begins to sign the picture for her tiny fan. Alexis Cage - OOOPS! Alexis appears from the side and purposely bumps Moxie's elbow causing the sharpie to slide and mess up the picture. Alexis Cage - Sorrrrry.. Moxie Roxie - You're a - Alexis Cage - I'm a WHAT!? Alexis pulls back her fists, ready to strike! But from behind her someone grabs her arm. Alexis twirls around just in time to catch a plate mirror to the skull! Fans - OHHHH! The fans gasp as the glass shatters all over the ground, Moxie quickly covers the small girl fan from the glass shards as they fly up onto the consession stand. Alexis hits the floor and lies motionless. A pair of black boots step forward into the broken glass and stomp around it a bit... The camera's pan up to reveal Eclipse! She gets an unexpected loud ovation from the crowd as she silently walks away. The little girl leans up and whispers into Moxie's ear. Moxie grins as she opens the sharpie lid and the camera's fade to the show intro.
A video package flickers on across the screen, showing the new breed of the OWF. Press on these tannins Of course the law is fountains The video shows highlights of the past year in the OWF, dating up to the latest events. You're right, I get it Do you want enough? As the vocals fade out, the logo of the OWF is fixated on the screen before fading out to black.
Immediately once the intro ends, we pick up a feed backstage. The cameras, following Moxie Roxie after her autograph mishap at the beginning of the show. She calmly walks through the halls without a care in the world it seems. She rounds the a corner, presumably heading to Team Moxie's locker room, when she suddenly stops short and leans her shoulder up against the wall. About twenty feet, well within ear shot, from Moxie stands both Vacant and Jesse Williams. Both of the two figures glare at Moxie who stands firm in her place to listen to any conversation the two may have. They both come to terms with it, face each other, and continue with their conversation as if they were alone. Vacant - I know you think I bailed on you, but I think it was a trap Steel was looking to pull. Jesse Williams - Listen, whatever you say. I don't need your back up, but it would be nice to know you have some emotion invested in me. Vacant stands silent at a loss for words infront of the intimidating presence Williams is radiating. Jesse Williams - Regardless, I understand where you're coming from with it. I'd rather you came to Los Angeles with me as opposed to staying, well, wherever you're staying. Your mother misses you. Vacant - I appreciate you taking care of her, Jesse. That is all you need to worry about. I can take care of myself. Jesse Williams - I know you can. It doesn't mean I won't try to help you. Jesse gives Vacant a pat on the shoulder. Vacant - I understand that. Jesse Williams - I'm proud of what you're doing, I know your Dad is too. Williams pulls away. Jesse Williams - Now get out of here. Your girlfriend is waiting. Vacant - She's not my girlfriend! .. Yet! Moxie Roxie - I heard that! Vacant looks over his shoulder as Moxie turns, leaving the scene after hearing the "love fest". Vacant moves inside of the Team Moxie locker room, avoiding Moxie as Jesse smiles, then walks off in the opposite direction. We cut to a view of the inside of the Team Moxie locker room. The entire room is dark until a light is flicked on. Vacant walks across the room while the weight of the door slams it shut. He collapses down to a seated position on the wooden bench. Specter - She doesn't like you because she doesn't respect you. Specter's voice chimes from the one shadowy corner of the locker room, taunting at Vacant as he sits slumped on the bench in Moxie's locker room. Vacant is startled at first, but soon feels a sense of calm come over himself. Specter - She doesn't like you because she doesn't respect you. And it's no surprise, you don't even respect yourself. You let Jesse Williams mollycoddle you and treat you like a baby in front of the entire world. You let Greg Jackson position himself as a top contender to the World Title, when you could have been demanding that yourself. You defend that midcard belt in midcard matches and that whole crowd out there sees you as just another midcarder. And then you let Trent Steel walk all over you and do whatever the hell he wants. Vacant - I've beat Trent Steel! Vacant raises to his feet, his voice growing to shouts as he screams out in defiance. Vacant - The son of a bitch said he wanted a match with me. He got one. We fought at Quest. Maybe Fire, Tacks, and Wire was too rough for him though. Maybe he needed something more gentle. So we fought again at Determined in a nice cakewalk tag match. And I steamrolled him a second time. I'm not afraid to face him again, but it's not a match he wants. Signing some match isn't going to get my dad back. Specter - You're a third generation wrestler. You've got that MVW blood in your veins. You know what you have to do. Give the people the show they really want to see. Hurt him. Hurt him until he begs you for mercy. Then hurt him even more, because that's what the crowd wants, and because, deep down, that's what you really want to do anyways. You can't be just some kid in a ski mask; you gotta be a heartless, soulless monster. The moment CJ first put a V between your names, he stopped being a human being and started being a peice of meat. You know exactly what needs to be done. Vacant - Shut up! I don't care about Johnson or MVW or Trent Steel. I just want my dad back. It's my fault he got dragged into this in the first place. Specter - There's that conscience of yours, mucking everything up again. I'll bet if you cut off his fingers, he'd tell you where Perry is. Vacant - You don't get it, do you? Steel isn't afraid of anything I can do to him. He's not afraid of losing. He's not afraid of being hurt. Specter - ...and after he tells you that, you can keep cutting. Just to watch the faces he makes. Vacant - Don't you have a match to be getting ready for? Specter laughs. Specter - Oh, I am ready. But I know that once I walk down to that ring to meet Lopes, carrying the last shread of MVW around my waist, you're going to march off and do something stupid back here. And I want to make sure it's the right kind of stupid, so more people bleed than just you. Vacant - Piss off. Specter - He's down the hall, seventh door on the left. You really should pay him a visit. He's a popular guy after all. Why I'll bet after he uses that title shot he won in your Kill Trent Steel Match to punk out Jesse Williams for the World Title, he'll be even more popular. You might even catch Moxie there; I hear she likes winners. Vacant lunges forward with a right hand. Specter catches him by the wrist, pivoting on his and cracking Vacant's elbow down backwards over his shoulder, then flipping him to the concrete with an arm drag. Specter - If you really wanted to, I think you would have hit me. Specter steps on Vacant's chest, walking over him as he exits through the door, Vacant sitting up in the hallway and glaring after him. The cameras cut to the Arena for the first time in the night. "I Get It" by Chevelle blasts over the PA System as the sold out crown in the AT&T Center in San Antonio, Texas is rocking. A few shows of pyro go off in the ring, which only riles up the fans more and more. Spotlights shine all over the arena as the voices of the commentators fill the void as the cameras pan around the crowd. Falcoon - AAAAHOOOOOOOO!!!!!! FANS! WELCOME TO OWF MONDAY ADDICTION! Dunn - Could you stop yelling god DAMNIT! Falcoon - You just yelled! Dunn - Shut up! The cameras pan in to a view of the announcers booth. Falcoon - As you can hear, and now see, Jackie Kissens will not be joining us tonight. The OWF will be releasing a statement on that tomorrow afternoon. Dunn - I hope she got fired. Her pussy stinks. Falcoon - DUNN! Dunn - What.. It does! Falcoon - We have a very packed card for you tonight. Dunn - With MY title on the line in the Main Event. I'M COMING FOR YOU SPECTER! Falcoon - I bet he's scared. Dunn - He should be.... I'll Dunnerlyze him. Falcoon - Yeah. Let's just ignore that. Missy Janson stands up and walks towards the steel ring steps. Dunn - Time for the first match? Falcoon - Looks like it! Missy steps through the ropes and walks to the center of the ring with a mild applause. Missy Janson - The first match up of the night is scheduled for a one fall, making his way to the ring first...from Huntington, New York...Chris Green! Believe by The Bravery hits the pa system as the fans explode into thunderous boos. Falcoon - No love lost from these fans. He has a cocky arrogant smile on his face as he strolls down to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and pushes himself up, sneering at the fans while his music fades out. Dunn - This should be a good match up. Two former custome -- I mean...Former... Shit! We cut backstage just as Alexis Cage is getting up from the glass. Robin runs in from the hallway and comes to Alexis's aid. Robin Sparks - What happened to YOU? Alexis Cage - Uggggh! Eclipse... Robin Sparks - Crap man! Alexis Cage - Yeah that sucked. Robin Sparks - You know you're on next right? Alexis Cage - Shit! How do I look? The camera's back away from Robin to show Alexis with a french sharpie mustache and devil's horns drawn on her forehead. Robin Sparks - You've got a little... It's just a smudge. Robin licks her thumb and runs it over a small blood spot on Alexis's forehead. Robin Sparks - PERFECT! You look awesome! Alexis Cage - Really? Robin Sparks - Yup! Now go! Alexis leaps to her feet and runs through the hall way towards the stage. Robin laughs as Moxie pops her head up from behind the consession stand. Moxie Roxie - Did she buy it? Robin Sparks - Totally!! The camera's cut back to the arena where "Build God Then We'll Talk" by Panic at the Disco is already playing. Missy Janson - From Phoenix Arizona... Alexis Cage! Falcoon - She missed her cue. Dunn - Nobody better tell her she's got shit written on her face... If you do me and Gordie will cut you! Alexis runs out onto the stage with an arena full of laughter. She's still sporting and totally unaware of her sharpie mustache and devil horns. Alexis quickly jogs down to the ring and meets up with Missy Janson who starts to tell her about the sharpie marks but Dunn stands up with a box cutter and pretends to cut himself as a warning... (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The two former World Champions stand across the ring, staring at each other and waiting for the other to make the first move. They slowly circle each other with Green lunging at Alexis, but she is able to dodge his attack. They continue around in a circle, then both stop in their tracks. They both hold up their arms as if they are going to lock up, but Alexis knees Green in the ribs and twirls around behind him. She shifts the momentum with two hard shin kicks to the right knee of Green. Instinctively Green throws his elbow backwards but Alexis grabs a hold of it and takes him down with a hiptoss into an arm bar. Green easily pulls himself out of it and both competitors scramble to get up their feet. As they do, Green rears his left arm back and whips it forward looking for a clothesline but Alexis ducks. Arrogantly she turns around, only to be caught from the other side with a short right armed clothesline across her chest, knocking her flat to her back. Dunn - Ouch, that had to hurt her tits. Falcoon - You're so caring. Dunn - I do what I can. Green drops an elbow across the midsection of Alexis, followed by locking her in a side headlock on the mat. Even though visibly weakened, Alexis immediately begins to fight out of it. She struggles, yet manages, to get to first one knee, then up to both feet with the headlock still intact. She attempts a back drop on Green, but instead he flips Alexis over to the mat with a headlock takedown into a pin. The referee slides into place...1...2..kickout. Dunn - Alexis isn't quite done yet. Falcoon - Obviously not. Green grabs a hold of Alexis by her hair and drags her up to her feet. Once there, he grabs a hold of her left wrist and irish whips her across the ring and into the ropes. He charges right at her after he lets go of her, following hot on her heels at full speed. Alexis parts the top and middle rope and swings herself through and onto the apron facing the ring. As soon as she does, she bends over and thrusts her shoulder forward to catch a charging Chris Green right in the sternum as he hit the ropes. Green doubles himself over, staggering into the ring. Alexis, meanwhile pulls herself up to the top turnbuckle. Chris slowly regains his breath and looks up to Alexis who leaps off and wraps her legs around the neck of Chris Green, looking for a hurricanrana. She swings backwards and inbetween the legs of Chris Green, but he holds onto her thighs and doesn't let her flip him over. Using all his strength, Green swings Alexis up into a powerbomb position, but Alexis again swings down and this time nails a hurricanrana and sits on the chest of Green for a pinfall. She hooks both of his legs as the referee slides into place...1...2...Green rolls it through and now has Alexis pinned...1...2...Chris Green breaks his own pinfall attempt and pulls himself up to his feet while still holding Alexis backfirst on the mat. He swings her up and tosses her back first into the turnbuckle with a powerbomb. Falcoon - What a series of moves right there! Dunn - Alexis had a chance to take the upper hand, but Green seemed almost prepared. Green checks his lip for blood but finds none as Alexis Cage is only hanging on the turnbuckle by her two arms which lay on top of the top rope. Green slowly approaches, but out of nowhere Alexis kicks her foot up and catches Green right in the balls. Dunn - ...Bitch. Alexis grabs the head of Chris Green and runs up the turnbuckle, looking for an inverted Uncaged but Green tosses her off and across the ring. Alexis comes to a sliding stop and both competitors charge at each other. Green goes for another clothesline, but Alexis hooks his arm and floats over into a front face lock hold on Green. She attempts to fall backwards for a DDT, but instead Green reverses the leverage and looks for a Northern Lights Suplex. Alexis is able to bring up a few hard knees which break Green's hold on her and allows her some time to recover while Green tends to his aches and pains. Falcoon - Not bad for an opening match, eh? Dunn - I've seen better. Falcoon - Suuure you had. Both competitors glare at each other as they both push on. Alexis holds onto the ropes for balance while Green holds onto both of his knees as he is bent over. Their eyes are locked as if battling mentally while they rest physically. Chris Green pushes himself up to a standing position without aid from his knees, which causes Alexis Cage to also hoist herself up to her feet without help from the ropes. Green looks to lock up with Alexis, but again she is too quick and she spins around his back and grabs him in a reverse waist lock. Chris Green reaches his hands down, grabbing a hold of the locked hands of Alexis around his waist and pries them apart. As soon as he is free, he twirls around behind Alexis and holds her in a reverse waist lock. He throws her over his head with a german suplex and he bridges his back as the referee slides into place...1...2...Alexis Cage rolls out of it, but Green doesn't break his lock around her waist. They both stumble up to their feet, where again Green throws Alexis over his head backwards with another german suplex. He again bridges his back, pinning Alexis' shoulders to the mat as the referee makes the count...1...2...Once again Alexis rolls out of it, but Green still doesn't break his hold. Again they both roll to their feet, with Chris Green maintaining the reverse waist lock on Alexis Cage. He attempts a third german suplex but as he hoists her up, she hooks her legs around his thighs, grapevining them. She then grabs a hold of his head into a headlock, releases his legs from her grapevine and she drives him forward, planting him face first to the canvas with a sitout bulldog. Both Alexis and Green lay on the mat in various stages of pain. Falcoon - If he nailed that last one, it would have been over. Dunn - I'm surprised she got out of it. Falcoon - As am I. Dunn - She must be on some serious crank right now. Falcoon - Uhhh...Moving on. Chris Green slowly places both of his palms on the mat, and begins to push himself up to all fours. Meanwhile Alexis Cage has managed to pull herself up to a seated position on the ring canvas facing Green, able to see his progress in movement. He gets on his hands on his knees and takes a deep breath before lifting his left knee up to his chest and placing his left foot flat on the mat. He lunges up to a standing position and catches himself on the ropes, using them to get his legs back under himself. Alexis, meanwhile, has grabbed a hold of the top rope and matches Green as they are both standing with the help of the ropes. They both push off, stagger towards each other and tie up in the center of the ring. Surprisingly, Alexis nails a european uppercut that sends Green reeling. Alexis leaps into the air, looking for a dropkick but Green side steps her attempt and Alexis crashes down to the mat. Wasting no time, Green lifts Alexis up by her hair and picks her up for a scoop slam, and lays Alexis out flat on her back. Green drops to one knee in a bit of pain, but quickly regains his composure. He runs against the ropes and comes back, leaping into the air and looking to drop a knee across the face of Alexis Cage. At the last possible second, Alexis rolls out of the way and Green remains on that one knee. Alexis crouches behind him. Dunn - This could be it! Chris Green pushes himself up and Alexis grabs his head, looking for the Uncaged diamond cutter but Green won't fall. Instead he grabs the head of Alexis and twists him to the side. They both hold each other in inverted cutter positions, at a stalemate. Falcoon - What is this! They both lay out, with Alexis delivering Uncaged on Green and Green executing the Fall From Grace on Alexis in the middle of the ring. The fans explode as both competitors are laid out. Dunn - What just happened there! Falcoon - I think they just both incapacitated each other. Both Green and Alexis lay on the mat, looking around trying to gain their senses. They both roll over and begin to crawl to the nearest set of ropes. Green hooks his left elbow on the middle rope while grabbing a hold of the top rope with his right hand. Alexis has pulled herself into the corner and is using both sets of ropes to hoist herself up with pure upper body strength. On the other side of the ring, Green now has the top rope hooked with his right elbow and his left arm pit as he hangs on it, with it supporting all his weight. Alexis, meanwhile, collapses face first into the turnbuckle as she gets to her feet. Both competitors have their backs to each other, and sections of fans are splitting off on who they are rooting for and against. Green finally pushes himself off the ropes and stands on his own as Alexis pulls herself out of the corner and begins walking to the center of the ring. Chris Green and Alexis Cage both stop in their tracks as they stare at each other from across the ring. Dunn - Here we go. The two approach each other and immediately they lock up with Green gaining control of Alexis. He whips her into the ropes and when she bounces back he meets her with a knee to the sternum. Once she bends over he picks her up with a scoop slam and puts Alexis over his shoulder in a powerslam position. Green holds her firmly, but Alexis kicks her legs violently. She somehow finds the ropes and pushes off, flipping herself off the shoulders of Green and still holds his head. She lays out and nails Uncaged from that awkward position on Green but it takes a huge toll on her as well. Dunn - Diamond Cutter from that position? I'm impressed! Both competitors are laid out in the ring, gasping for air. Falcoon - I don't think Alexis can make the pin. Green rolls over onto his side as Alexis slowly begins to move as well. Falcoon - I was right. Both competitors try to shake off the exhaustion and they begin pulling themselves back up to their feet. Alexis Cage gets her second wind and does a kip up, landing on her feet. She walks over to Green with a look of determination on her face. Dunn - Uh oh, Green's in trouble! She grabs Green by his hair and tugs him up to his feet, but out of nowhere Green grabs Alexis' head and nails the Fall From Grace Diamond Cutter on her and quickly pins her. Falcoon - WHAT a cheap move! The referee slides into place...1...2...3! Dunn - He was playing possum! Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Chris Green! Falcoon - Another impressive showing by Green...except for the finish. Dunn - He's actually improving. Good for him. Falcoon - Lets give credit to Alexis Cage...She could have won this. Dunn - Blah blah. She said it herself...The best who never ever wins a match. Falcoon - It's more and more true every week. The cameras switch to a feed showing Joe Cool is backstage, taping up his ribcage in the locker room before his match. Drake Munday walks in, unannounced. Drake Munday - What's the matter Joe, got a busted rib? Joe Cool - Who are you? Drake Munday - I'm the newest, and greatest superstar in the OWF, Drake Munday. I don't need to tell you that, you know how great I am. Joe Cool - Yeah kid. Sure. How about you take off so I can prepare for my match? Drake Munday - I just wanted to let you know that I plan to beat you at High Voltage. Bad, too. I may even go after that neck of yours. Joe stands up and tears the tape and tosses it aside. He looks down at Munday and just smirks. Joe Cool - Listen, kid. I've been doing this for a long time, you're new. You think you're going to make a name by taking me on. I get that. But while you're playing pretend and having delusions of grandeur , the adults have wrestling matches to get to, so why don't you just step out of the way, and I won't have to beat your ass before we even get to the PPV. Munday actually steps out of Joe's way and lets him pass. Joe glares at Munday and then walks away. Suddenly, Munday grabs Joe and rams him head first into the locker room door. Drake Munday - Don't turn your back on me Joe! I am greater than you and I will prove it! Munday walks away laughing. Joe sits up, dazed and holds the back of his neck, with an angry look on his face. Dunn - Drake Munday is out to annoy the masses. Falcoon - And he took Joe Cool down a peg heading into the match with Snake and TeeWrex. Dunn - Who? Falcoon - Yeaaaah. I don't know. Missy Janson stands up from her seat at ringside, lifting the microphone to her lips. Missy Janson - The following match up is a Handicapped Match scheduled for one fall...Coming to the ring first, from somewhere in Utah...TeeWrex! 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 They don't even reach the top of his head! 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. Missy Janson - And his partner...from, god damnit, who the hell cares...Snake! "Seek and Destroy" by Metallica hits the PA System and the lights all turn dark. Once all the instruments kick in together a white pyro explodes from the stage and Snake walks out from the back. The disfigured mass of a man runs down to the ring and slides under the ropes while the lights return to normal. Dunn - Look at this freakshow. His music fades out as he gets into his corner. Missy Janson - And their opponent, from Jersey City, New Jersey...Joe Cool! Lights flash then dim, and "The Man Without Fear" by Drowning Pool & Rob Zombie fills the speakers. PA System - GO! 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. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and loosens up for his match. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Joe looks at his two opponents and Snake runs after him first, Cool takes him down with a spear and immediately begins stomping on his knees. TeeWrex comes over, attemping to punch Joe Cool but his small hands barely do any damage. Eventually Cool gets fed up and clotheslines TeeWrex so hard that he backflips twice in the air. Dunn - HAHAHAH! HOLY SHIT! Did you see that? Falcoon - I think so...That was, interesting. Snake gets back up to his feet behind Joe Cool, but Cool lays out and dropkicks the knee of Snake and sends him back down to the mat. Joe stands up, holding his ribs and his head and the fans cheer him on loudly, getting behind the newcomer. TeeWrex pushes himself up to a seated position, but without long arms he is basically stuck like that. Joe Cool sees this and runs up to him, kicking him right across the face and sending one of the last few remaining teeth out flying across the ring. Blood trickles across the mat. Falcoon - A message is being sent to Drake Munday right here. Snake again gets up to his feet, but Joe kicks out his legs once more and pushes him out of the ring. TeeWrex is left alone in the ring. Joe Cool reaches down, grabbing a hold of one of his legs and turning TeeWrex over into a single legged crab. He cannot stand the pain and begins tapping immediately, with blood pouring out of his mouth. Dunn - Damn! That's a strong message! Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Joe Cool! Dunn - He beat both of the freaks. Good for him. Falcoon - I'd like to keep a eye out for Joe Cool in the future. Dunn - He definitely has promise. But he'll have to step it up in the coming weeks. We cut to a camera backstage. We see Vacant as he paces the hall, back and forth in front of a door reading Cult of Steel. He turns toward the door and doubles up into aggressive posturing, as if he was about to kick it in, then turns away to pacing again. Vacant - I told him I wouldn't. Refusing to fight Steel is the only way to get to him, I know it. I mean, sure it'd feel good to bust his face in, but what would it accomplish? This isn't about revenge, this is about Dad. I gotta keep a level head. Can't be letting Specter get to me. Vacant turns on his heel to walk away, but stops cold as he finds himself face to face with Justin Zane. Justin Zane - Oh I think you have bigger problems to be worrying about than Specter. Vacant - I'm not fighting you. Not outside of a sanctioned match. All this bullshit garbage you pull backstage, you're not scaring me. I'm the Network Champion. I'm main eventing Shock & Terror. You can't make me leave. Justin Zane - I didn't come to make you leave. I came to make you scream. Zane takes a step forward and Vacant closes his eyes, anticipating the blow, but it's Trent Steel instead who grabs Vacant from behind and throws him overhead with a release german suplex, folding Vacant in half as he hits the concrete. Trent Steel - You don't have to fight back for me to enjoy this. Your father doesn't have much fight in him, and I still love every minute of that. If you want to just sit and suffer, well, like father like son. Steel begins to twist Vacant into the Full Onslaught of X-Treme Prejudice, while Zane crossfaces over Vacant's arm and neck, craning back on his crumpled body in opposite directions. Trent Steel - If you won't fight me, you won't fight anyone. We'll make sure you don't even make it to Shock and Terr- Steel's words are cut short as Greg Jackson buries his foot in Steel's face with the superkick, breaking his grasp on Vacant. Steel turns toward Jackson, his eyes livid. Jackson shoots in low, cracking Zane to the side of the head with a knee while going for a single leg takedown on Steel, but Steel doesn't budge. Steel brings down both fists over Jackson's back, knocking him to his hands and knees, then grips him under the waist and hikes him overhead for a powerbomb. Trent Steel - How many times do I have to say it? Don't! Fuck! With! My! Matches! Steel throws Jackson down at the concrete with the powerbomb, but Jackson scissors Steel's head between his legs, flipping Steel instead with the huricanrana. Scooping up the Network Title belt from the floor, Jackson lashes backwards next, staggering Zane with the belt as he stands and busting Zane wide open across the brow. Scooping Zane up over his shoulders, Jackson spins him in a full circle, then plants Zane with a death valley driver, head first into Steel's chest. Steel and Zane begin raising back to their feet as Jackson helps Vacant back up. Vacant - It wasn't even a match, dumbass! Prez CJ - Not yet it isn't. Security piles in, separating the two groups. President Chase Johnson walks inbetween the two groups of men, glaring at them both. Steel and Vacant tensely stare each other down as a dozen yellow shirted security officers stand between them. Prez CJ - Now Vacant, listen up kid because I have to explain a few things to you. I'm holding a Double-header pay per view. That means a lot of people will be paying alot of money to see two night's worth of matches. And even if you are just the caffeine free-diet version of Jesse Williams, you're one of them. You're my main event at Shock & Terror. So I don't care what personal stuff you have going on with Steel, you aren't getting yourself killed when I need you for a match Vacant - But- Prez CJ - Shut it, the adults are talking. Now if you guys need to clear the bad blood before Shock & Terror so I can have my show, that's fine. But we're not going to mangle each other in the hallways for no reason. We're going to do it in the ring, and to make me money. Greg Jackson - You be- Prez CJ - Oh don't worry, Greg. I'm not about to pass you over and give somebody else your title shot first like some people would book a show. Vacant here isn't defending his Network Title until Shock & Terror; you've got the shot. It's set in stone. Trent Steel - I'm- Prez CJ - You're going to go home, Trent. Now. You won't be needed for the remainder of the night. But make sure you're here next week for Addiction, because I have something in mind that should give everybody what they want. There is a moment of tense silence as Johnson smiles ear to ear. Prez CJ - Next week headlining Addiction, Justin Zane and Trent Steel will be facing.. Vacant and Greg Jackson. Vacant and Greg Jackson - What? Steel and Zane laugh. Trent Steel - See you next week, Nicky. We cut back to a view of the announcers booth. Falcoon - That's a huge match only five and six days respectively from Shock & Terror and High Voltage! Dunn - Neither of them seem to be very happy about it. Falcoon - Steel and Zane will have a friggin ball. Dunn - Speakin of Steel, his brother in law is comin out next. Missy Janson - The next match is scheduled for a one fall...Coming to the ring first, 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. 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...Jason Blood! Jason Blood walks out from the back as his music plays in the background. He has his eyes focused on the ring. Falcoon - Did you know Jason Blood is Japanese? Dunn - Nope. Falcoon - Neither did it, but it says so on this paper. Dunn - Must be true. He walks down the ramp and slides into the ring. His music fades out and he immediately goes after Akira as the bell sounds. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Akira avoids his first attack and nails a roundhouse kick right across the side of Jason Blood's face. Akira steps back and nails a hard flat boot to the chest of Blood before he runs against the opposite set of ropes, charging full speed at Blood and lunging into the air with his left knee bent. He connects right upon the bridge of Blood's nose and sends him down to the mat. Akira steps to the outside apron and looks in at the fallen Jason Blood. Falcoon - He's gonna slingshot himself. Akira Kanemura springboards over the top rope, looking as if he will stomp on the head of Blood but instead he lands on both feet right near his head. Only a millisecond after landing, Kanemura rears his foot back and cracks Blood across the cheek with it. The fans cheer him on, applauding his arrogance with many of them laughing. Dunn - Hahaha I like this guy. Falcoon - You do? Dunn - He's funny! Akira reaches down, picking Blood up by his hair and slamming him right down with a spin kick to the jaw. Jason Blood lays on his back, trying to regain his senses while Akira Kanemura takes in the chanting american crowd which has gotten behind him. Blood pushes himself up to a seated position and Akira bounces off the ropes. He charges at Blood and dropkicks him right to the face. Akira, using all of his momentum, picks Jason Blood and pushes him back first into the corner. Once there he nails a spinning back fist, followed by a leaping ensiguri. He rushes the stunned Blood and lifts him up to a seated position on the top rope. He lifts both of Blood's legs over the ropes and butterflies them to the outside. He begins to climbs up to the top. Falcoon - What's he gonna do! Dunn - I dunno, but I bet it's something friggin crazy and japanese! Blood isn't having it and pushes Akira down to the mat, then begins pushing himself up to a standing position on the top rope. Kanemura rolls across the ring, but quickly charges back across the ring towards the corner. In a sign of great ability he leaps from the mat up to the top rope while Blood is bent over with his right hand on the turnbuckle for balance. Falcoon - Whoaaaa! Dunn - I told you...crazy. Akira grabs a hold of Blood's right arm and pulls it between his own legs, grasping it with his own right hand. Akira tucks his head under the left arm of Jason Blood, and with Akira's left arm he reaches up and grabs a hold of Blood's right shoulder. Akira throws him back over his head, off the top turnbuckle with the AK-101, with the impact all coming down on Blood's head and neck. Dunn - WHAT WAS THAT! Falcoon - Holy crap! Akira quickly pins Jason Blood as the referee slides into place to make the count...1...2...3! Dunn - It's over! Missy Janson - The winner of this match, Akira Kanemura!
Falcoon - Uhhh what kinda move was that? Dunn - I'm being told it's called an Avalanche...Wrist Clutch...Exploder Suplex...or as Akira calls it, the AK-101. Falcoon - AK-101 flows much better. Dunn - I'd say. But that move is devastating. Falcoon - It was enough to keep Blood down. The cameras cut backstages. We see Jason Blood holding his neck in a lot of pain as he is shaking his head at the events that just occured when suddenly we see Justin Zane behind him. Justin Zane - Hey fucktard! Jason whirls around in a defensive position and Justin...hands him a folded up envelope. Jason Blood - What the fuck is this? Justin Zane - Divorce papers. Since Jen doesn't want to talk to Trent he's filing. I'm sure you know what to do with those. Jason Blood - You little fucker. Justin Zane - What were you expecting me to beat you. And by the way he doesn't want custody. He figures you'll be better to help raise them then he will. Jason Blood - This is bullshit. Justin Zane - That's what I said. But you know him. Good night bro. Oh and by the way... Jason Blood - What? Justin Zane - You come after him again. I'll rip your new plastic coated face right off Jas. Don't help the kid. Got it. Jason Blood - Try me you little shit. Justin Zane - Pssh. Justin walks off as Jason looks at the papers. Cut to the Team Moxie locker room, where Vacant and Moxie share a beaten up couch and a disturbingly non-HD television. There's more than enough sitting room for another person between the two, but as Vacant inches towards the High Priestess of Punk, his advance gets cut off. Moxie Roxie - Don't even think about it. Vacant - I was just trying to avoid couch sores. That's what put Angel on the shelf. Besides, we don't have anything else to do, so I might as well get comfortable. Maybe with my head in your lap. Moxie Roxie - You're right. Vacant - Hell yes. Moxie Roxie - There's no point in us staying here on off-night watching TV. Vacant - I don't even wanna keep up with the Kardashians. Moxie Roxie - Let's grab a burger and go see The Hulk. Vacant - Awesome. It's date night, baby. Moxie Roxie - No. It isn't. Vacant jumps up and offers his arm to Moxie, who shoves past him and disappears out of the Team Moxie room. We cut back to the announcers booth as Missy Janson again makes her way towards the steel steps. Dunn - I heard the Hulk was good. Falcoon - Yeah? Dunn - Yeah... to poop on! Falcoon - How old is that shit? Missy gets up to the apron and steps through the ropes. Dunn - That shit...or that poop? Falcoon - That shit. Dunn - Old enough... He pauses. Dunn - ..TO POOP ON! Falcoon - ...Where's Jackie when I need her. Missy Janson - The next match is a Fatal Four Way Elimination Match. The last competitor standing will be the winner. The fans give a mixed reaction. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first...from San Mateo, California...G Dogg! Nail In The Coffin by Eminem hits the PA as the lights the lights go dark and white lights start to follow G Dogg. G Dogg makes his way to the ring and starts rapping his song on his way to the ring with the mic in his right hand. Then he goes up the little staires then goes into the ring. Then the music stops and he drops his mic. Dunn - Personally, I'm surprised most of these guys have stuck around. Falcoon - Well they all earned their contracts. Dunn - That is true. Missy Janson - His first opponent, from Oceanside, California...Sythe! Sythe enters the arena followed by his Cameraman. He drinks from a bottle of Jack Daniels and throws the bottle to the crowd as green flames explode from the stage. Sythe high fives the fans as he maked his way to the ring. Dunn - I wonder how much they are getting paid. Falcoon - More than you I'm sure. Missy Janson - Out next to the ring, from Denver, Colorado....Robin Sparks! 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. 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. Missy Janson - And finally, the last competitor...from Green Bay, Wisconsin...Drake Munday! Paint It Black by The Rolling Stones hits the PA System and Drake Munday slowly walks out from the back. He gets booed heavily from his actions so far in the federation. He mostly ignores the thousands of fans screaming at him as he gets into the ring and awaits the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) G Dogg and Sythe square off, while Robin and Drake Munday lock eyes across the ring. G Dogg nails an armdrag on Sythe, who rolls right up and nails G Dogg with a hard boot right to the chest. Robin circles around the ring, avoiding Munday at all costs. He eventually gets bored and clothelines G Dogg down to the mat, then turns attention to Sythe who quickly pulls himself up. Sythe takes Munday down with a toe drag and drops and elbow across the back of his head. Meanwhile, Robin hops on the back of G Dogg, who runs backwards and slams her back first into the turnbuckle. She lets go of the hold as she is hung up in the corner and G Dogg leaves her to nail Sythe from behind with a sucker punch. Falcoon - Cheap! Dunn - Cheap...but fair. Falcoon - Huh? Sythe falls to one knee and G Dogg lifts him back up. He looks for the Hustler flatliner, but he gets pushed away by Sythe and into the clutches of Drake Munday. Munday rears back and slams G Dogg with a hard right that staggers backwards. Robin rights right at G Dogg, but he recovers and out of nowhere nails the Hustler flatliner on her. Dunn - Got it this time! Falcoon - That's for sure. She ran right into it. He quickly rolls her over and lays an arm over her chest as the referee slides into place...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Robin Sparks has been eliminated! G Dogg rolls off of Robin and holds up his arms. He turns around and gets taken down by a dropkick by Sythe. G Dogg hops right up and looks for a clothesline on Sythe but gets caught by Munday around the throat. From behind him, Sythe begins to kick Munday lower and lower on his legs trying to chop him down. Eventually Munday releases G Dogg and throws an elbow back, catching Sythe across the brow of his forehead. Sythe falls to the mat dazed, leaving Munday and G Dogg standing. G Dogg chop blocks Munday, and even though he connects, Drake grabs a hold of G Dogg. He lifts him up and tosses him into the ropes. When G Dogg returns he again dives and chop blocks Munday again, this time taking Drake down to the mat holding his knee. G Dogg stands up, grabbing a hold of Munday's leg and locking in a single leg grapevine. Drake yells in pain as he extends his hands towards the ropes. Falcoon - I don't know how much damage his leg can take! He grabs a hold of the bottom rope, breaking the hold. G Dogg backs off and turns around only to be taken down with a cross body blow by Sythe who covers G Dogg after the impact...1...2..kickout! Dunn - Whoa, he was almost gone! Sythe stands up, pulling G Dogg with him but he breaks free and nails Sythe with a throat thrust. He rushes Sythe backwards into the corner and begins unloading on him with rights and lefts. Sythe has nowhere to go and G Dogg isn't giving up -- until Drake Munday comes from behind and grabs a hold of G Dogg. He throws G Dogg across the mat, where he slides to a hault and looks at Munday. Drake begins to approach him, but Sythe jumps on his back. G Dogg begins to charge but Munday tosses Sythe off his back and crashing into G Dogg. Falcoon - That didn't work well. Munday looks at G Dogg who is stumbling up to his feet, he jumps into the air and grabs the head of G Dogg and nails the Darkness RKO. Dunn - Darkness on G Dogg! Falcoon - He didn't have a shot! Munday rolls G Dogg's lifeless body onto his back as the referee slides into place. Munday makes the cover...1...2...3! Missy Janson - G Dogg has been eliminated! Munday gets up to his feet only to have his knee dropkicked out from under him by Sythe. Falcoon - Only two men left. Dunn - And Sythe is tryin to exploit that knee. Falcoon - It's a smart move. Dunn - Smart..or cheap? Falcoon - Uhh err Dunn - Exactly, it's all the same. Sythe grabs a hold of Drake and yanks him up to his feet. He pushes him back first up against the ropes. He rears his right hand back and slaps an open handed chop across the chest of Munday. He rears back again and nails another chop. He follows that up with a sharp right elbow to the jaw, then he whips Munday across the ring towards the opposite set of ropes. Munday reverses the irish whip and pulls Sythe right into a spinebuster right in the middle of the ring. Falcoon - That could swing the tides! Both men are visibly shaken, with Munday a bit more fresh. He slowly hoists himself up to his feet and begins to drag himself towards Sythe who is only up to two knees at this point. Munday grabs a hold of Sythe by his hair and tugs him to his feet before tossing him back into the corner. He immediately charges him and nails a splash onto Sythe. Dunn - Ouch! Munday runs across the ring and charges again, but this time Sythe leap frogs Munday and rolls him up with a sunset flip. The referee slides into place... Falcoon - Costly error! 1...2...kickout by Munday! He rolls up and in an act of frustration clocks Sythe right across his left temple with a closed left fist. Sythe collapses to the mat while Munday holds his head in pain and in pure rage. He crouches and looks as if he is going to wait for his opponent to stand up, but soon he becomes even more flustered and staggers over to Sythe. With both hands he grabs him by his hair and lifts him up to his feet. He grabs Sythe around the head. Dunn - He's looking for Darkness! Sythe is able to push Munday off and chest first into the turnbuckle. He staggers out and Sythe charges nailing a huge boot right to the face, knocking Munday down to his back. In one bound, Sythe leaps to the top rope and leaps off. He flips forward, executing a flawless 450 Splash on Drake Munday. Dunn - Sythenator! Sythenator! Falcoon - How do you know that? The referee slides into place to make the count... Dunn - The name just rules...Sythenator... 1...2...3! Falcoon - He did it! Missy Janson - Drake Munday has been eliminated, therefore the winner of this match is Sythe! Munday stands up, very angry. He immediately begins an all out assault on Sythe. He begins to obliterate him with any sort of strike he can think of, from any angle he wants. Falcoon - This has to be stopped! He picks Sythe up and nails the Darkness, the RKO, on Sythe in the middle of the ring, laying him out completely as the fans boo him heavily. Dunn - He's a poor sport, so what? Drake Munday reaches down, picking up the lifeless Sythe again. The referee steps it but Munday knocks him out cold with a fist right to the face. Falcoon - This has gone beyond being a poor sport! Munday holds Sythes head for another Darkness but from the entrance way Joe Cool runs out and the crowd goes nuts. Dunn - It's Joe Cool! Munday sees Cool and drops Sythe, choosing to slide out of the ring and slip away through the crowd. Munday points at Joe Cool, yelling at him as he disappears into the masses. We cut backstage where see see the OWF World Champion standing at a payphone. His left forearm is rest upon the top of the phone, with his head pressed up against it and his right hand holding the phone firmly against the side of his face. Jesse Williams - I don't really know where he is right now, Sarah. I have been keeping an eye on him! Jesse glances behind him and looks in the surrounding area. Jesse Williams - I don't know. I think- There he is! Jesse sees Vacant, wearing the trademark orange ski mask and black trenchcoat walking around a corner. Jesse Williams - I'll call you back. Jesse hangs up the phone and jogs off in pursuit of Vacant. Jesse Williams - Hey, wait up Nick! Jesse rounds the corner and is struck by a back elbow by Vacant, sending Jesse down to the ground. He slowly peels off the ski mask to reveal the mask of Freedom Kid. Falcoon - It's Freedom Kid! Dunn - That bastard! Fakunt is what he was! He mounts Williams and begins to pummel him violently with closed fists. Williams has nowhere to go and succumbs to the multiple strikes. Freedom Kid continues his assault on Williams even after he is defenseless. Freedom Kid finally pushes himself off of Jesse, who is busted open and laid out on the cold concrete. For good measure, Freedom Kid kicks Jesse in the head once more before leaving him bleeding in the back. We cut back to a view of the announcers. Falcoon - Williams was taken out Missy stands alone in the ring with a microphone. Dunn - No time to harp on it. Time for the Main Event! Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the Evening... The fans all rise up to their feet. Missy Janson - It is for the OWF and MVW LillyAss Championship...Whomever loses the match will be crowned champion...Coming to the ring first, the challenger...from Los Angeles, California...Ray Lopes! PA System - Hello hello hello hello... “Rising Down” by the Roots featuring Mos Def and Styles P permeates throughout the arena and the fans all rise to their feet as Ray Lopes appears at the top of the ramp and then makes his way down to the ring. He slaps at a couple of reaching fans hands along the way and then slides inside. Missy Janson - And his opponent...He is the current OWF/MVW LillyAss Champion...From Las Vegas, Nevada...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 and the OWF/MVW LillyAss Championship dangling over his shoulder. 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. He hands the belt to the referee and gets into his corner, awaiting the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Both competitors stare at each other, waiting for the other to set the pace. Specter motions for Lopes to bring it on and Ray smiles. The two lock up with Specter gaining an advantage and locking Lopes in a hammerlock before pushing him off and into the ropes. Ray turns, attempting a clothesline but Specter sees it coming and instead nails Lopes with a side kick to the ribs. Ray falls to one knee and Specter attempts to go after him, but Ray nails a swinging upper cut which gives him time to recooperate. Dunn - It's all about who wants it...less, right Gordie? Falcoon - Yeah, I guess so. Dunn - I was proud to lose every match to keep that belt. Lopes stands up, with Specter sticking his chin out. Falcoon - He wants Ray to hit him! Dunn - Do it Ray! Ray rears back and clocks Specter right on the tip of his jaw, staggering him backwards into the ropes. Lopes approaches but Specter bounces right off, leveling Lopes with a shoulder charge. Specter bounces off the ropes and Ray leaps down at his feet. Specter hops over Lopes and stops in his tracks, awaiting Ray to hop back up to his feet. Once he does, he smacks Lopes right across the face. Falcoon - Ouch. Lopes looks back at Specter and slaps him right back across the face as the fans gasp. Dunn - Slapfest 2K8! Specter smiles and motions for Ray to smack him again, which Ray does without hesitation. The fans gasp once again as Specter keeps a smile on his face as a droplet of blood rolls down his chin. Specter pushes Lopes, egging him on. Ray rears his right hand back, balls it up into a fist and thrusts it forward in a hooking motion but Specter avoids it. Ray's momentum spins him around and Specter immediately grabs him around the waist and tosses him backwards over his head with a back drop. Falcoon - Specter had about enough of that it seems. Dunn - Lopes just didn't take enough out of him. Falcoon - He was looking to disrespect him more. Dunn - And force Specter into a rage. Specter shakes his head as Lopes holds his head while laying flat on the mat. Specter rolls himself back up to his feet, leaning against the ropes in wait for Ray to recover. Lopes rolls up to one knee and propels himself up to his feet, staring at Specter from across the ring. Specter again motions for Lopes to bring it on but Lopes responds by flipping Specter off. Specter laughs out loud and Ray rushes Specter. He ducks a boot thrown up by Specter and rolls around behind him. He grabs Specter into a full nelson, which he quickly drops out of and falls to his back on the mat. Specter kicks his right leg up, connecting with the top of his foot onto the forehead of the bent over Ray Lopes which sends him down to a seated position on the mat as Specter hops back up to his feet. A rousing applause is given by the fans, as Specter sneers at their approval of his actions. Dunn - Dumbasses, he hates all of the fans. Falcoon - Doesn't mean they can't show their approval? Dunn - He's not even trying! Falcoon - Sure he is..These two were partners at Determined in the Three Man Tag Team Tournament. Dunn - So? Falcoon - They both have some inkling of knowledge on what the other brings to the table. Dunn - So? Falcoon - So...Maybe Specter's game plan is just a little stronger? Dunn - Maaaybe. Ray slowly hoists himself up with a look of determination upon his face. From the entrance way we can see EJ Slayer walk through the curtains with his eyes focused on the ring. Dunn - We have company, Gordie. The fans all stand and look at the ramp as Slayer casually strolls down towards the ring. Ray catches a glimpse of him and Specter turns as well. Lopes seizes the opportunity and runs at Specter, kicking him right in the stomach as he remains focused on EJ Slayer. Ray hooks him up for a suplex and hoists him vertically up into the air, and quickly brings Specter down onto his neck with a Brainbuster. Specter rolls up into a sitting position and Lopes twirls up to his feet. Quickly he bends down and nails a cutting right elbow to the back of the head of Specter, sending him down to the mat. Ray turns his attention over to EJ Slayer who stands on the outside of the ring watching on. Falcoon - EJ Slayer's presence is being felt by both competitors. Dunn - Mostly by Specter now, Lopes is keeping an eye upon his opponent for Shock & Terror. Lopes reaches down, dragging Specter up to his feet only to take him right back down with a spinning neckbreaker. Ray attempts to cover Specter, but his legs are hung up on the ropes. He drags Specter into the center of the ring and drops an elbow across his chest, while keeping his sights locked on Slayer who stands with a cocky smile upon his face. Falcoon - Slayer must have some agenda with Lopes. Dunn - He came out of the blue to mess with Ray. Falcoon - And he was signed in a match with him. Dunn - Of all people, Lopes? Ray drags Specter up to his feet, but Specter throws a right jab that catches Ray in the throat. He falls to one knee and Specter capitalizes, kneeing Ray sharply across the side of his face. Specter quickly yanks Lopes up to his feet and looks for a knee to the midsection, but Lopes catches his leg and hooks Specter up in a Cradle DDT Position. Falcoon - DLE! Specter pushes himself backwards, out of the hold and up against the ropes -- From the outside, EJ Slayer reaches in and grabs the feet of Specter and he stumbles forward into a small package by Ray Lopes. The referee, blind to the trip by Slayer, slides into place and counts the pin... Dunn - Slayer helped Lopes? Why? 1...2...3! Falcoon - I have no clue. Missy Janson - The winner of this match....Ray Lopes! And thus still the NEW OWF/MVW LillyAss Champion....Specter! Dunn - EJ Slayer helped out his opponent at the PPV and gave him a win. Falcoon - And Specter is still LillyAss Champion! Folks we have to run but we'll see you next week! |