* DARK MATCH *

T.J. HANSEN DEFEATED MIKE VAN PELT IN 3:47 BY SUBMISSION

Before the opening of the show, the cameras open up in the Team Moxie locker room. Inside, Moxie Roxie sits alone on the pink leather couch flipping through the channels on her television before the monitors all switch to a feed of the OWF show. She is relaxed, with her legs up on the couch and she seems happy. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door. Her calm composure breaks and she jumps to her feet, ducking down behind the couch. She doesn't speak a word, except for reaching across her ribs and holding them in pain from her efforts at the Doubleheader PPV. Another knock is heard and again she doesn't reply. A sound is then heard, of the door opening, and a look of shock comes across the face of Moxie. She remains behind the couch, out of the view of the door while the entrant takes a few steps closer.

Voice - Shit. I missed her.

Moxie raises an eyebrow to the voice, obviously expecting someone else, and she reaches into her pocket. She pulls out whatever junk she has in it as she stands up.

Moxie Roxie - Ahh, yes, found my lucky...

Moxie looks into her open hand and sitting in her palm is a paper clip, amidst little balls of fuzz.

Moxie Roxie - ...Paperclip!

She looks to her right and sees the person who enterered.

Moxie Roxie - Oh..Hey. What's up Jesse?

Jesse Williams - Not too much. Did I come at a bad time?

Moxie Roxie - Uhh, no. I just thought you were Nic- I mean, someone else.

Jesse chuckles.

Jesse Williams - Kid has some puppy love eh?

Moxie Roxie - Eff yeah.

Jesse Williams - So you're avoiding him?

Moxie Roxie - Like the plague.

Jesse Williams - Like Plague?

Moxie Roxie - Who?

Jesse Williams - You know...Pla-

Jesse suddenly has a look of shock come over his face.

Jesse Williams - OH! WAIT..."Who?"...EXACTLY! Good one!

Jesse holds up his hand for a high five. Moxie, in a confused state, slaps him five.

Jesse Williams - But seriously. If I see him, I can't keep lying to him.

Moxie Roxie - Oh! Like you aren't lying to him every day!

Jesse Williams - About what?

Moxie Roxie - You tell him where I am, and that I'm avoiding him...and I'll tell him you gave his mom the Jesse Williams special.

Jesse Williams - But, I...

Jesse sighs, thinking of the reprocussions of his actions.

Jesse Williams - Ugh. Deal.

Moxie smiles.

Moxie Roxie - So anyways, enough blackmailing each other, what's up? Why are you here?

Jesse steps forward with a limp in his step. Instinctively Moxie takes a step back.

Jesse Williams - Moxie, relax. I just came here to say good matches on Sunday.

Moxie stands silent.

Jesse Williams - And hopefully we can do it again sometime- but this time only once.

Moxie Roxie - Thanks.

Jesse nods and turns around, heading back to the door. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door, followed by a voice.

Voice - Moxie, you in there? It's Nick!

Moxie looks shocked and she looks at Jesse, who glances back at her. She motions with her hands while whispering.

Moxie Roxie - It's Nick! Tell him I'm not here! You kissed his mom and I know it! Remember that!

Jesse gets a look of confusion on his face as Moxie ducks behind the couch and the door bursts open. Vacant walks in, with his orange skimask on and his windbreaker as well. He stops in his tracks as he looks at Jesse.

Vacant - Jesse? What are you doing here?

Jesse Williams - I uhhh, I came to tell Moxie good match but she just ran out of here like..a hundred miles an hour.

Vacant - Really?

Jesse Williams - Yeah, I think she has lady problems.

Vacant - Lady problems?

Jesse Williams - Sometimes I forget how young you are. Come on, I'll tell you alllllll about them.

Vacant - Okay, well, I'm in a rush. I got to go see CJ soon. I'm straightening this thing with Steel out tonight.

Jesse puts his around Vacant and turns him towards the door.

Jesse Williams - I'll give you the abridged version. Then we'll get you on your way to CJ. I got some things to take care of too.

Both of them exit the locker room. Once the door slams shut, Moxie pops out from behind the couch. She slowly walks over to her dresser and reaches into her bag, pulling out a CD case. Moxie turns towards the door and takes cautious steps, worried Vacant may find her, as she closes in on the exit. The feed then switches to the Monday Addiction opening.

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.

"I Get It" by Chevelle kicks through the PA System and the fans at the American Airlines Arena in Miami, Florida jump out of their seats in a fury of cheers and chants -- waving their arms, signs, towels, shirts; anything trying to get noticed on live television. A series of pyrotechnic explosions occur on the stage, while the lighting fixtures positioned in the rafters, along either side of the ramp, and the ramp itself all shine brightly around the arena giving the cameras enough light to pick up the sold out crowd. A strong chant of "O-W-F! O-W-F!" breaks out amongst the fans as the camera feed switches to ringside and pans to the left to reveal our announcing team, reunited as a trio once again.

Falcoon - AHOOOOOOOOO!!

Dunn - I kinda missed that.

Falcoon - Really??

Dunn - Working with Jackie was a nightmare.

Kissens - I'm sitting right here.

Dunn - Oh, right.

Dunn looks perplexed.

Dunn - You still suck, though.

Suddenly the feed cuts to the back with the cameras focused in on a locker room door backstage. On the name tag it reads, Alexis Cage. From the right side of the camera, Moxie Roxie enters the frame still holding the CD case from before. She stops infront of the door and lightly knocks.

Voice - Alexis isn't here. She's hurt. Go away.

Moxie Roxie - Robin, is that you?

There is silence. A bit of rustling is heard inside of the locker room before the door flings open.

Robin Sparks - Yeah. What's up?

Moxie Roxie - I just came by to say that...well, you have potential in that ring. I think Alexis is a bad example of someone to hang out with. So...

Moxie extends the CD towards Robin.

Moxie Roxie - This is my latest CD. I think you'll really dig it.

Robin Sparks - Uhh. Thanks. But, Alexis won't let me have this.

Moxie Roxie - Well, she's not here tonight, right?

Robin Sparks - Nope.

Moxie Roxie - So listen now and let me know what you think next week.

Rob shrugs, looking down at the CD and taking it from Moxie.

Robin Sparks - Cool dude.

Moxie Roxie - Great. Catch you later!

Moxie scurries off while Robin closes the door. The feed then cuts back to the announcers at ringside.

Kissens - Moxie is moving in on Robin!

Dunn - Alexis won't be pleased.

Falcoon - Definitely not.

Kissens - That got us off track.

Dunn - Sure did. Take us back, Gordie.

Falcoon - Anyways, folks, we are LIVE tonight from the American Airlines Arena in Miami, Florida. What a great night to be an OWF fan.

Kissens - And we're coming off the hot Doubleheader Pay Per View of Shock & Terror and High Voltage where the World, Network and Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions were all successfully defended.

Dunn - And the match between Moxie Roxie and Jesse Williams was one for the ages.

Falcoon - Without a doubt. You see the respect they have for each other from the opening segment.

Dunn - Are you serious?

Falcoon - What?

Kissens - Moxie is blackmailing Jesse about kissing Vacant's mom, y'all.

Falcoon - I mean respects him in the ring. And I still don't think Vacant knows that, so don't cockblock Jesse.

Kissens - Oh, okay.

Dunn - Gotcha.

"The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits the speakers and the fans immediately set out in a chorus of boos.

Kissens - I thought we had an earn your contract match first?

Falcoon - I thought so too.

Dunn - Well he runs the show, it's his call.

Through the curtains walks President Chase Johnson with a very stern look on his face. The fans give him hell as the music fades out and he lifts his right hand, which is holding a microphone in it's grasp, up to his mouth.

Prez CJ - I'm not here for very long. I just have a few things to say. First off, this card has turned into complete shit because I ventured out and recruited some new people who haven't even shown up to the arena tonight.

The fans quiet down a bit to hear him fully.

Prez CJ - The first match of the evening has been cancelled and Lil Pain and JJ Blade have been blackballed from the OWF. They will not return for showing us such disrespect.

The fans cheer CJ's actions.

Prez CJ - There are two other men who are here tonight who I want to speak to face to face. Gavin Delacroix and Demetrious Young, please come out here right now.

Both men come out from the entrance way and walk on either side of CJ to little reaction from the crowd.

Prez CJ - Go on, get in the ring. You two still have a match.

The two men walk down the ramp, walking towards the ring while CJ continues.

Prez CJ - Except, it's no longer against each other.

The two men get into the ring and look at CJ.

Prez CJ - You two will be facing, these two men...

From behind CJ, Thug 1 and Thug 2 walk out to a chorus of boos. Missy stands up at ringside. While CJ disappears to the back.

Missy Janson - The first match of the night is scheduled for a one fall. In the ring first, the team of Gavin Delacroix and Demetrious Young!

The fans give little reaction, once again while Thug 1 and Thug 2 run down the ramp.

Missy Janson - And their opponents, they are the current OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions...The Gangster's Disciples..Thug 1 and Thug 2!

Falcoon - Well, I feel bad for these jokers in the ring.

Dunn - I don't!

The two Thugs slide into the ring and charge at the two men and the bell rings.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Thug 1 and Thug 2 immediately both take out Demetrious Young and Gavin Delacroix with huge big boots. Thug 1 lifts Young up to his feet and quickly slings him over his shoulder. He slams him down with a huge front powerslam that leaves Demetrious hurting. On the other side of the ring, Thug 2 picks up Gavin and hooks him up for a suplex, bringing him right down with a jackhammer. Both Thugs over the two prone men as a referee slides into the ring and makes the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winners of this match...The Gangsters Disciples...Thug 1 and Thug 2!

Falcoon - Utter destruction.

Dunn - That's for sure.

Kissens - I don't think we'll be seeing those two again.

Falcoon - Most definitely not.

The cameras cut to backstage, where Specter is walking through the halls, eventually stopping at one of the locker rooms. Specter stares at the door a moment before opening the door a bit and being greeted by the sight of EJ Slayer.

Specter - What the eff-goddammit-what the fuck do you want?

EJ Slayer - I reckon I've been waiting for you.

Specter - And?

EJ Slayer - Well are you just going to stand there, or are you going to step in and chat like a civilized individual?

Specter scans the room before pushing the door all the way open and stepping inside. Upon stepping in, a loud "click" is heard, and a heavy net falls from the ceiling onto Specter. Specter is caught completely off-guard by this, and finds himself pinned. Chuckling to himself, Slayer walks over.

Specter - I can't believe I fell for the ol' drop a net on the guy from the ceiling trick. You cheap cock knocker.

EJ Slayer - Keep it civil. This is how civilized people deal with animals.

Specter - When I get this thing off me...

EJ Slayer - I won't be here. See, this is just a friendly warning. Next week, you versus me. CJ signed it.

Specter - What the hell for?

EJ Slayer - Lopes isn't the right one, I saw it in his eyes, so I decided I needed to look for someone...younger.

Specter - I get this a lot. I know I've aged well, but I'm an eleven-year veteran of the biz.

EJ Slayer - I have no sphere of influence here Specter, so I decided since you're all buddy buddy with the young'ins I'd just take yours. See you next week.

With that Slayer walks away, shaking his head as Specter struggles to get the net off of him.

Dunn - That's gonna be a hell of a brawl.

Falcoon - I can't wait to see those two go at it.

Kissens - I wonder why Slayer has a problem with Specter of all people.

The feed cuts to another point backstage, where Vacant stands in the doorway of Chase Johnson’s office, head hung low, softly knocking at the frame of the open door to politely announce himself. Johnson looks up from his desk and smiles over the broken youth.

Prez CJ - Are you here to "negotiate" again?

Vacant - No. You were very clear the last time.

Prez CJ - Excellent. In that case, what favor are you here to ask me for?

Vacant - I want- I mean, I would like to request a match with Trent Steel.

Prez CJ - You’ve already faced him what? Three times now?

Vacant - In tag matches. And back during Quest when we’d both already been through a lot. Steel’s been saying for months though that he wants a singles match. One on one. No teammates or partners, no tournament hoops to jump through, just me and him to finally lay this all to rest.

Prez CJ - I know exactly what Steel’s been asking for. I’m not speaking to Trent Steel right now, however, I’m speaking with Vacant. So what is it you are asking me for?

Vacant - Whatever Steel wants. Any stipulations. Any conditions. Any place and any time of his choosing. I’ll agree to anything. I just want to finish this. Sir.

Johnson laughs while Vacant meekly hangs his head.

Prez CJ - You know what I think? I think you’ve had enough of Trent Steel for a while. You’re the Network Champion, but you’re too distracted by all this personal business to really carry an OWF Title the way it was intended. You are a poor champion.

Vacant - I’m a great champion. There’s only like three people ever to defend this title more than once.

Prez CJ - Did you defend it? I must have missed that. Somewhere between you interfering with all of Trent Steel’s matches, and Steel ruining Greg Jackson’s chance to hold a title the way it should be done, I guess the two of you were signed for a match. And you really worked hard for that one, right?

Vacant - I-

Prez CJ - Had a month to prepare and barely gave Jackson a second glance. And once you two were in the cage, he showed you up in every way possible. You may be the worst champion ever. Winning high profile matches that you completely don’t deserve. You’re just like your father.

Vacant - Listen, I just want Trent Steel. I want a chance to finish all of this. Please, do me this favor.

Johnson taps his pen on his desk thoughtfully, stroking his thumb along his jawline.

Prez CJ - No. No, I’m not going to do you a favor. I’m not going to be Santa Claus, answering to everyone’s list of requests. No favors. I will give you an opportunity though. You clear out that rapidly filling list of contenders you have, you show me you know how to defend a title a be a champion, and once you’ve taken care of business I’ll let you turn to something more about pleasure.

Vacant - This is bullshit.

Prez CJ - I make the rules here. Take it or leave it.

Vacant stares down Johnson for a moment of tense silence.

Vacant - Leave it.

Vacant turns and leaves the room as CJ looks back down at his desk, shaking his head. The door slams shut, while the camera remains focused on CJ. He gets back to work on his paper work, focusing on that when his door is flung open.

Dunn - Hahaha, poor CJ.

CJ glances up to see the OWF World Champion Jesse Williams walk into the room, to a large response from the crowd in the arena.

Prez CJ - And please, how can I help you?

Jesse shuts the door behind him and walks over to his desk, taking a seat in one of the leather chairs opposite Chase.

Prez CJ - Did I say you could sit down?

Jesse Williams - Nope. But you're a gentleman, and I'm your World Champion- I'd assume you'd offer.

Prez CJ - I'm very busy, what do you want now?

Jesse smiles as he kicks his legs up to a crossed position onto the wooden desk of President Chase Johnson.

Jesse Williams - Well. It seems like the federation is really taking off. I mean, people are going every which way after one another. It's great. We've had incredible matches the past few weeks and I want to continue the trent.

CJ remains silent.

Jesse Williams - What I'm saying is...While everyone is wrapped up with their own things, nobody is stepping up to challenge me. I demand to have an opponent for Blood Bath. I'm not going to sit on this championship belt and let my reign gain time. I want to be a defending champion.

Prez CJ - Well Jesse, who do you want to face? You've beaten Moxie, Jackson, Steel. Who else is the-- wait!

Jesse Williams - I won't face Vacant.

CJ sighs.

Jesse Williams - You can put me against anybody else you'd like, except him.

Prez CJ - Well, how about we leave it up to the fans and what they want to see. Tonight we'll put up a poll on OWFwrestling.com in relation to the World Title match at Blood Bath, and how the challenger should be determined.

Jesse smiles.

Prez CJ - Fair enough?

Jesse Williams - Great idea, Ceej.

Jesse stands up and heads for the door.

Jesse Williams - Looking forward to that poll!

Williams flings the door open and he exits. Again CJ glances back down at his paper work and heads back into it. Again the door slams shut, and Chase lets out a sigh of relief that he is alone again. A commotion is heard outside between Jesse and someone else, which perks CJ's interest away from the paper work. The door explodes into splinters as Trent Steel kicks his way into Chase Johnson’s office. Johnson looks up in surprise, sliding his chair back from his desk and putting as much distance between himself and the irrate Steel as possible.

Prez CJ - WHY CAN'T I GET SOME PEACE AND FUCKING QUIET!

Dunn - I have to take off my headset. I'm laughing too hard.

Kissens - CJ just wants to relax!

Trent Steel - Give me Vacant.

Prez CJ - Trent, I need you to stay calm. You know I’ve always played fair by you.

Trent Steel - Vacant. Tonight. Make it happen.

Prez CJ - You’ve already had Vacant in the ring, Trent. And the kid’s only the Network Champion. This petty rivalry he’s sucked you into has distracted you from bigger things. You were Triple Crown Champion. You fought your way through the entire roster for the right to a World Title shot. You could have Jesse Williams-

Trent Steel - I want Vacant! How many times do I have to say it? I don’t care about titles or awards. He’s fucked with my matches way too many times now.

Prez CJ - Forget about Vacant. He’s a nobody. Just let it die.

Trent Steel - There’s only one thing that will be dieing. Vacant is going to fight me, and above the ring there will be a cage with his fa-

Johnson desparately interupts Steel.

Prez CJ - Trent, I can’t give you Vacant.

Johnson turns squarely towards the camera, addressing the filming crew and home audience moreso than Steel.

Prez CJ - I have no idea what is going on between Vacant and yourself, Trent Steel, but I refuse to play party to any potentially illegal activities.

Steel glowers at Johnson dubiously.

Trent Steel - You can’t stop it.

Prez CJ - But I don’t have to sanction it. What happens on my network, in my ring, during my matches is my responsibility. Whatever you two do on your own time is not my business. You want to do something to Vacant? Do it somewhere else. You will never have my permission.

Trent Steel - We’ll see about that.

The feed cuts back to the announcers with Dunn still laughing with his head set off.

Falcoon - Folks, we are very sorry for the unprofessionalism of our co-announcer James Dunn.

Kissens - He's just a dick, Gordie.

Falcoon - You're right.

Dunn - I'm...I'm sorry! Hahaha!

Missy Janson stands up at ringside and grabs a microphone with her right hand. She slowly walks towards the steel steps, taking her time with each lunge. She eventually makes it up onto the apron.

Falcoon - Looks like it's time for our Main Event.

Kissens - Short night tonight.

Dunn - Ahhh. I'm okay now. I swear.

Missy steps through the ropes and heads to the center of the ring.

Falcoon - You sure?

Dunn - When she's done with intro's I'll be back to form.

She stands as the fans cheer loudly. She lifts the microphone up to her lips and begins to speak.

Missy Janson - It is time for the Main Event of the evening...It is a Sensational Six Way, scheduled for a one fall. The first person to pin or submit any opponent, wins the match. Coming to the ring first, from Green Bay, Wisconsin...Drake Munday!

"Paint it Black" by The Rolling Stones hits the speakers and Drake Munday walks out from the back. He walks down the aisle and ignores most of the fans who give him a mixed reaction.

Falcoon - Drake hasn't won a match yet, but he seems to be rising on the charts.

Dunn - He's got a shot to prove himself tonight and propel himself to the top of those charts.

He rolls under the bottom ropes and pushes himself up into a standing position. He retreats to his corner as his music slowly fades out.

Missy Janson - Next out to the ring, from Sakurai, Nara, Japan...Akira Kanemura!

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

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

Dunn - I like this guy.

Kissens - I wish I could understand him. He's cute for a short guy.

Falcoon - He's tough as nails, too.

Dunn - Have to be when you're his size -- Wait, did you just call him cute?

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring now, from Detroit, Michigan...Zakk Simmons!

The lights dim as the fog slowly rises with an ominous purple tinge, the only light in the building eminating from fog lights on the stage, casting the entire arena in darkness. Doomsday Jesus blasts over the PA as Zakk Simmons walks out, head slouched low, with the weight of the world on his shoulders. A man that no longer cares about himself let alone care what others think about him. Some fans cheer, some fans boo, Zakk, indifferent to the crowds reaction heads to the ring to do the one thing he does best

Dunn - Although they don't like him, he's earned himself a contract here.

Kissens - There are so many new guys, I can't even count.

Missy Janson - Out to the ring next...from East Brunswick, New Jersey...Jared Wave!

"Beer" by Reel Big Fish hits as the lights flash blue and green. Pyro hits and Jared Wave walks out, spins real quick while walking and holding his arms up to the spectators. Runs down ramp area and slides into the ring. Raises his arms as sparks fly from the turnbuckles.

Falcoon - Wave picked up an impromptu victory over Akira at High Voltage.

Dunn - A lot of these guys have seen each other in the ring before.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring now, 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.
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.

Falcoon - Cool looks ready for anything.

Missy Janson - And finally, from Louisville, Kentucky...Valtiel!

The lights of the arena go black. The sound of a classical piano begins to play a slow, dark piece. Ice blue lights begin to slowly light the stage as demonic growling and roaring fades in and out. As time passes, fog begins to creep from entrance and down the rampway. Suddenly, "Godhead's Lament" by Opeth begins to envelope the arena.

Marauder!
Staining the soil, midst of stillness
Beloved fraternity to an end
Red eyes probe the scene
All the same
Stilted for the beholder
Depravity from the core
Handcarved death in stoneladen aisles

Then Valtiel walks through the fog. He stands still on the stage. His eyes scope out the cheering fans; a smile forms on his face as he begins walking down the ramp.

I hide the scars from my past
Yet they sense my mute dirge
This is when it all falls apart
White hands grasping for straws

He stares straight ahead as he nears the ring. Then, he stops before it, inhales the fog, then continues.

Sly smile, poisoned glare smile
Undisguised manmade nova
Mute cry, don't dare to tread
Searing beams tracking you down

Adoring what has never been
Some will bring with them all they have seen

Valtiel grabs the top rope and hoists himself into the ring with one leap. He walks the center, raises a open hand and sparks begin to rain around the ring. He then lowers his head. His dreadlocks cover his face. He stands motionless.

Searching my way to perplexion
The gleam of her eyes
In that moment she knew

Though I could not leave this place
On this imminent day
As I've reached the final dawn
To what's gone astray
What would they care if I did stay
No one would know
What would they care if I did stay
No one should know

Valtiel leans back and exhales a large cloud of smoke above the ring. He begins walking about the ring until everything becomes normal.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The match starts off with a scramble as people pair off and start fighting it out. Drake Munday and Akira Kanemura begin exchanging blows on one side of the ring, meanwhile on the opposite side of the ring, Joe Cool has backed Zakk Simmons into the corner and is pummeling him with knee strikes. Valtiel and Jared Wave circle around each other and eventually lock up with Valtiel gaining the upper hand due to his size advantage and taking Wave down with a sambo suplex.

Falcoon - It's mayhem.

Dunn - Nothing Sensation about this Six Way.

Kissens - Just what I was thinking.

Kanemura has taken Munday down to the mat and he rolls out to protect himself. Meanwhiel, Simmons fights out of the corner, nailing Cool with hard rights and lefts and backs him into the center of the ring. Zakk goes for a clothesline, but Cool ducks and Simmons runs right into Akira who nails him with a hard shin kick right to the forehead which drops him to his knees.

Dunn - What a shot!

Akira runs against the ropes and drives both of his feet directly into the face of the kneeling Simmons with a front dropkick. Kanemura quickly hops on top of him, looking for a quick pin as the referee slides in...1...2...Joe Cool breaks it up with a stomp to the back of Akira's neck. Valtiel has now picked up Jared Wave and irish whips him into the ropes. He bounces back and Valtiel looks for a shoulder block, but Wave baseball slides through his legs and pushes himself up behind Valtiel. Once he does, he leaps into the air and dropkicks Valtiel in the back of the head and sends him down to the mat.

Falcoon - Great counter by Jared Wave.

Kissens - He is very impressive.

Drake Munday slides into the ring slowly while Joe Cool picks up Akira and is wailing away at his back with forearm strikes. Munday sneaks up behind Joe Cool and leaps into the air, grabbing his head and nailling The Darkness, RKO. He quickly rolls Joe Cool over and lays on top of him.

Dunn - Munday could win it!

The referee drops to his knees and makes the count...1...2...Zakk Simmons dives and breaks up the pin with a double axe handle smash to the back of Munday's head. Jared Wave sees a prone Drake Munday and he quickly runs to the ropes. In one bound he leaps from the mat up to the top rope. He turns and face the ring before leaping into the air and back flipping, nailing a Shooting Star Press right onto the chest of Drake Munday.

Falcoon - Shooting Star!

Kissens - Thats it!

The referee slides into place for the count...1...2...Valtiel kicks Jared right across the head as he gets back up to his feet.

Dunn - A lot of close calls.

Valtiel leaves both Munday and Wave and turns right around into a hard first from Zakk Simmons. The two men go punch for punch with neither of them stepping down. Finally both men begin to lose their strength and both collapse onto the ropes, focusing on other opponents. Meanwhile, Akira stands up and attempts a kick on Joe Cool but he is able to catch it. He pulls Akira towards him and lifts him onto his shoulders with a standing firemans carry. He swings Akira forward and nails him with a sitout spinebuster from the firemans carry. He makes the cover while the referee slides in from the other side of the ring.

Falcoon - Solitare Unraveling on Kanemura! He's got the pin!

1...2...Jared Wave dives in and nails a drop kick to the head of Joe Cool, breaking up the count. Wave stands up and turns around only to be kicked in the midsection by Simmons who quickly bends him over and tucks his head between his legs. He lifts Jared Wave up and slams him down hard to the mat with a huge powerbomb.

Kissens - What impact!

Dunn - Zakk could have it her--

From behind, Simmons is chop blocked by Valtiel, who stands up over him glancing down. From behind him Drake Munday re-enters the picture and suddenly attacks Valtiel with hard forearm strikes to the back of his head. He is able to back Valtiel into the corner and continue his assault before he grabs a hold of his arm and irish whips him all the way across the ring. Once Drake lets go he charges at Valtiel and follows him into the corner. Once Valtiel hits back first, Munday crashes into him with a big splash which sends Valtiel down to the mat. Munday is stunned briefly and he staggers into the middle of the ring. Akira is back to his feet and he begins to chop Munday down with a series of hard kicks to the thighs and calves. Munday is eventually unable to defend himself and Akira chooses to push him to the mat rather than beat on him while down. Akira turns around and dodges a big boot attempt from Joe Cool and turns around. He runs right at him and both men connect head to head.

Falcoon - Ouch!

Both Akira and Cool are dazed and Jared Wave takes the opportunity as he sneaks up behind Akira, grabbing him by his hair and pulling his head back into a reverse DDT position. In a quick motion, he swings Kanemura around and twists with him one hundred and eighty degrees -- driving his face right down into the mat.

Falcoon - What a move, I don't even know what it's called.

Dunn - That'd be The Tsunami, Gordie.

Falcoon - Wow. You have been doing your research.

Jared Wave stands up but is grabbed by Joe Cool and launched backwards with a release german suplex. Wave crashes down to the mat and lays motionless while Cool falls to one knee to recover. Zakk takes this opportunity to go after Cool while he is injured, stomping away at his ribs with everything he has. He continues the assault by throwing in some random punches, including upper cuts, before grabbing Cool by his hair and tugging him up to his feet. Simmons grabs Cool around the throat, looking for a chokeslam.

Dunn - Simmons is going for it.

Suddenly from behind Simmons is spun around by Valtiel and Cool collapses to the mat. Zakk is lifted up into a standing firemans carry. He swings him around and nails him with an F-5 right in the middle of the ring.

Dunn - GALLOWS FALL!

Falcoon - The cover!

The referee dives down to the mat and makes the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match and guaranteed a shot at the OWF Network Championship...Valtiel!

Falcoon - Big win for Valtiel. Now he's got a shot at the second tier belt in the OWF.

Dunn - He better make the most of it. Opportunities like this don't come around very often for the newer guys.

A ripple of surprise crosses the audience as Bastard by Ben Folds begins to play over the PA, Vacant stepping through the curtains with the Network Title belt hanging to the floor in his left hand. The Network Title belt flops about while Vacant claps his hands together enthusiastically, approaching the ring toward Valtiel.

Vacant - Great job, Val. I knew it would be you. I just knew it. You really made me, Moxie, and seventeen thousand screaming Moxciples proud out there.

Valtiel - Well.. thanks. I've had a lot to digest these past few weeks.

Vacant - I understand, mate. My entire world is upside-down too. Moxie and I, we're here for you. We can't change the past, but we can build our own futures.

Vacant reaches ringside and drops the Network Title belt to the ground. Valtiel holds back skeptically while Vacant continues to applaud him.

Vacant - I'm not going to make the same mistake I did with Greg Jackson. You, Valtiel, are in every way as worthy of being Network Champion as I am. I've stood beside you; I see how driven you are. I got alot of craziness going on, and alot of distractions on my plate, but whenever you're ready for that shot, you've got it. Power Hour? Blood Bath? Right now?

The audience explodes into chants of "Do It Now!" Valtiel runs a hand back through his hair, already exhausted from the brutal Sensational Sixway.

Falcoon - Vacant’s laying it all on the line, and it looks like this crowd wants it to happen right now.

Kissens - That’s not fair at all. Valtiel just went through five men to earn that shot. He needs a breather.

Dunn - Anyone ready to be a real champion would rise to the occasion.

Vacant dips his microphone down at his side as Valtiel approaches the ropes and the two of them speak in hushed tones. The audience chants of "Do It Now!" continue until interupted by the blasting of "No More Sorrow" by Linkin Park begins to play over the PA system and Trent Steel steps through the curtains, glaring down the aisle at Vacant. Vacant turns back toward Steel and the two stare each other down. Valtiel looks at Steel, the man who narrowily defeated him at Shock & Terror.

Kissens - It’s Trent Steel! Trent Steel doesn't seem to want somebody else cutting in front of him in line to face Vacant.

Dunn - You can feel the hatred between these two men. You couldn’t cut the tension here with a chainsaw.

Trent Steel - Vacant, you can’t keep running from me and avoiding this. One way or another, I’m going to get this match. You’re going to face me on my terms.

Vacant - Running? I fucking asked for that! In front of you, God, and my half-dozen fans up here in the splatter zone..

A handful of teens in the front row wearing pink Team Moxie shirts speckled with blood from Determined scream and wave at the cameras.

Vacant - ..I’m telling you I went to Johnson and practically begged him to sign it. He seems to think I need to take care of this Network Title junk, and I think everyone here knows Valtiel gives a hell of a better match than you.

Trent Steel - Liar! Your dad will feel that one.

Vacant - Fuck you. I'll go right now.

Valtiel - We can do our thing whenever, Nick.

Trent Steel - No you won't. Because when I'm done with Vacant here, he'll never walk again.

Vacant - Shut it, Undertalent! Important people are talking.

President Chase Johnson’s image strikes up over the big screen, looming over the arena.

Prez CJ - My sentiments exactly.

Trent Steel and Vacant - You stay out of this!

Prez CJ - Apparently as much as I try to keep you two apart, you refuse to listen to reason. And I refuse to be held responsible for what it is you two intend on doing. You’ve both got a week’s suspension; take care of this stuff on your own time.

Kissens - Oh my God! CJ just suspended Vacant and Trent Steel.

Falcoon - And it looks like they’ve only got a week to bury this hatchet or who knows what CJ will do next.

Vacant and Steel both look irate, shouting inaudably up at the screen, their words drowned out by the loud audience reaction, and then louder blasting of "Brainstew" over the PA. Commissioner Diamond Kid bursts through the curtains with a black case in either hand. Dropping them at the top of the entrance ramp, DK draws a microphone from his back pocket, grinning widely.

Commish DK - I’m new to the whole Commissioner thing. I think it has something to do with signing matches.

The audience booms with cheers. Vacant and Steel both march toward Kid.

Commish DK - Now in the days of Prez DK, I’d have signed it and to hell with the consequences. But I was always more concerned with what the fans wanted.

The audience bursts again.

Commish DK - Unfortunately, CJ is the boss now and he’s all responsible and shit, not wanting to get us "sued" and "arrested" and all those other fancy legal terms.

Diamond Kid makes dramatic air quotes with his fingers, mocking CJ’s responsibility much to the delight of the crowd. The gales of laughter distract enough from the bracing of bad news that the crowd doesn’t even seem to be upset as DK continues.

Commish DK - So even though the whole "suspension" thing stands, and even though you two can’t actually have a "match", I’ve got something here.

DK gestures toward the cases and Steel and Vacant both eye them suspiciously.

Commish DK - In these cases are two OWF videocams. They’re real simple, just point and shoot. One for each of you to, um, "borrow" for the next week. Call it a reward for your wins at Shock & Terror or some bullshit like that. But you both bring me back a tape of anything "exciting" that happens during the next week and this time next Monday I’ll broadcast on the OWF Network anything I find "interesting". You know what to do.

Vacant and Steel both heft up a camera case, turning to face off, leaving forward and trashtalking off microphone until they are nose to nose. DK shoves himself between the two and into the center of the spotlight.

Commish DK - And one more thing I forgot to say. THERRRRRE’S THE DEEEEEALLL!

The fans cheer loudly while DK turns and leaves both Vacant and Steel nodding in approval.

Falcoon - That's incredible!

Dunn - He may have just signed the death certificate of both Nicholas and Zack Perry.

Kissens - We'll have to stay tuned for this. They have only a week!

Falcoon - Folks! WE'RE OUTTA HERE!

Dunn - SEE YOU NEXT WEEK!

Falcoon - REMEMBER! Vote on OWFwrestling.com for how you want the challenger for the OWF World Title at Blood Bath to be determined!