The first shot of the night is set in the office of President Chase Johnson. The camera is set on a tripod with it's frame focused on the rigid posture of Prez CJ as he stares with a wide smile upon his face. He sits behind his oak desk, his hands clasped and laying flat upon the face of the stained wooden table. There is no crowd reaction heard, which leads the viewer to believe this is pre-recorded.

Prez CJ - Hello, and welcome to Monday Addiction. To start off this telecast, I wanted to first make a special mention of a man who meant a lot to this business. Walter "Killer" Kowalski passed away on August 30th, and we want to send our condolences to his family and friends.

CJ pauses for a moment, clearing his throat and continuing.

Prez CJ - On a much lighter note, I had only a few announcements I would like to make before we start the show. Tonight, you will see two Tag Matches and two singles matches for each individual Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Title. The championship matches will go off as planned, but I have made a little tweak to both Tag Team Matches tonight. The winners of each match will be entered into the Three Way Dance Tag Team Match for the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships at Drift & Die on September 14th. But, at my discretion, I can add or subtract teams from that match based on performances tonight. So boys, be on your "A"-Game.

Chase reaches across the table and grabs a bottle of water, taking a small sip and placing it back on the table.

Prez CJ - Speaking of Drift & Die, I have also decided that I am negating EJ Slayers' contract stipulation where he will only compete in Normal matches deemed "Slayers Rules". The stipulation of the match is going to be left on the hands of Jesse Williams, considering this is his fifth World Title defense and although I don't like him, I cannot deny his importance to the company. And finally, I just wanted to...

CJ looks off camera as a small commotion is heard. Chase squints, trying to get a good look of what is going on but soon finds what the hooplah was all about. Drake Munday, seemingly back from the dead runs next to the desk of Chase Johnson and gets down on his knees. CJ darts out of his chair and backs up, staring down at Munday.

Drake Munday - CJ, please. I tasered like seventeen people to get to you, and I'm going to go to jail unless I have a contract saying I can taser whoever I want. Please take me back.

Prez CJ - My security sucks!

Chase leaps over the desk, and the man operating the camera frees it from it's tripod and hoists it onto his shoulder. The feed follows CJ as he darts for the door, leaping over the fallen bodies of security towards the door frame. Drake jumps back to his feet and charges after him.

Drake Munday - CJ! Come back!

Chase exits the room, followed behind by Munday who is clocked by a huge african american security guard. A few other security guards rush to the scene and apprehend Munday who begins kicking and screaming at CJ's direction.

Drake Munday - You can end this! Help me! Come onnnn!

CJ glares at Drake, then slowly becomes aware of the camera man to his left. Chase looks directly into the camera.

Prez CJ - We can re-do that, right?

Camera Man - Uhhhhhhhhh...

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 at Blood Bath and recent Addictions.

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.

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

A deep growl rumbles from the speakers and the pounding of drums in "Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste" by Norma Jean kicks in to start off the show. The entire arena, which remained seated during the introduction package, are now on their feet with their eyes locked on the entrance way, screaming at the top of their lungs for their World Champion.

Falcoon - AHHHHHHOOO! We're in Mexico!

Dunn - And what a better superstar to show up first than Juvi Juice himself.

A disheveled looking Jesse Williams walks out with the OWF World Championship hung over his right shoulder. His hair, looking unkept and dirty, rests upon the shoulders of his stained white undershirt. His blue jeans don't show any sign of dirt, but his demeanor tells the story that his appearances never could. He walks down the ramp, his eyes focused on the ring and ignoring the outstretched hands of the fans along the barrier. He drags himself under the bottom rope and into the ring, pulling himself to his feet and pulling the World Title off his shoulder with his left hand. He approaches the set of ropes nearest to the announcers table and calls to Missy for a microphone, which she immediately ushers to him. Once Jesse Williams walks towards the center of the ring, his music slowly fades out until the only sound in the arena is the cheers of the ravenous fans. Williams awaits them to quiet down, before lifting the microphone up to his mouth.

Jesse Williams - Last week, something was made very clear to me. I walked out of Louisiana and I found myself lost for the first time in a long time. I have been stretched to limits that I never thought I could withstand, and I've fought back because it's all I know how to do. For years, I have found myself physically lost and strained, but that's not the case this time around. This time, I'm being tested mentally and I've been left physically unharmed.

The fans remain silent as Williams begins to pace around the ring, his left hand dragging the OWF Title along the mat while his right hand holds the microphone against his lips.

Jesse Williams - I've got Specter running around thinking he's a fucking god for shit he accomplished in the past and feels he's validated himself enough to place veiled threats upon the heads of people he WISHES he could be half as decorated as. I've got Trent Steel, who is admitting that I'm the better man in this very ring- while I've been listening to his bullshit for years about how much better he is in every facet of this sport than I could ever wish to me.

Jesse lifts his head, looking right into the camera held up on the ring apron.

Jesse Williams - And then there's EJ Slayer who is hopping around backstage like it's 1996 and the New World Order is back in town here to spray paint your locker room.

Jesse shifts his glance back to the canvas.

Jesse Williams - So, I've been asked what am I going to do to fix this. Hell, I've asked myself that very question every night for the past week and a half. It's not as easy as when you feel physically wasted, because there's always a rehabilitation program or a drug or some means of making yourself feel even a bit better. Mentally I won't feel better until the blood of those who oppose me is stained upon this canvas.

Kissens - I haven't heard Jesse like this ever.

Dunn - These fans aren't sure what to make of it.

Falcoon - Jesse is clearly at his breaking point.

Jesse Williams - With every thought that crosses my mind, I always end up with a different way to approach it. I could just choose to go backstage this very second and beat the holy fuck out of those three bastards until my boots are no longer colored black, but crimson red. I could put out an open challenge, but that's too easy.

Jesse pauses.

Jesse Williams - But, I know one thing that will surely put my mind at ease. And that's having the champions right to pick the type of match I will face EJ Slayer in. No bullshit, no lead ins. I'm challenging you Slayer to a FTW Match- Fire, Tacks and Wire.

The fans explode.

Falcoon - Jesus. That's going to be a blood bath.

Jesse Williams - This is the first action in my set plans to regain control of every situation that has been out of my hands. It will begin with Slayer, but it sure as hell won't end with him. That I can promise.

Williams drops the microphone and swings the World Title up over his right shoulder as he walks towards the ropes. The fans give him a mixe reaction out of concern for Jesse.

Dunn - Jesse's lost it.

Kissens - If I was Slayer, I'd watch my back.

Falcoon - I haven't seen Jesse like this in my entire career with the OWF.

Kissens - Same here, and I've followed him closely.

Williams exits the ring, ignoring the fans on his way up the ramp- his eyes focused downward to the steel. He gets up to the mouth of the ramp and disappears behind the curtains as the cheers slowly die down.

Dunn - I'm glad I'm not going against him.

Kissens - You should be glad you're not going against anybody.

Falcoon - Ouch.

Missy Janson stands up next to the announcers booth with a microphone in her left hand, and the camera follows her path towards the steel ring steps.

Falcoon - Well, these fans are ready for the first match of the evening.

Dunn - I'm glad, cause I know I'm not.

Missy steps up to the apron, smiling at the cat calls from the crowd as he slides through the ropes and into the ring.

Kissens - You're just a hater.

Dunn - Whatever.

Missy Janson stands tall in the middle of the ring as a rush of fans charge back to their seats from the concession stands. She lifts the microphone to her mouth and begins her announcements, speaking in spanish to start off in a greeting.

Missy Janson - �HOLA MEXICO!

Her voice, sent direct-to-feed is heard on the telecast and in the headsets of the announcers in english while a translator stands at ringside repeating what she says at a volume higher in the arena. The fans stand to their feet and cheer loudly, mostly in applause and whistles throughout the different sections of the Sold Out Auditorio del Estado in Mexicali, Mexico.

Dunn - Ugh, Burst is turning over in his grave right now.

Falcoon - But he's not dead.

Dunn - Oh. Really?

Kissens - Really. He was at Blood Bath.

Dunn - You sure he didn't croak?

Falcoon - Positive.

Dunn - Good. Bastard owes me twenty bucks. I thought I was down and out on that money.

Missy Janson - The first match of the night is scheduled for a one fall, and it is an Earn Your Contract Match. Coming to the ring first, from Mexico City, Mexico....Magenetico Fantistico.

PA System - Mucho Fantistico!

The mexican hat dance song hits the speakers, and a masked luchadore skips out from behind the curtains. He holds his hands high in the high as he stops at the top of the ramp, then charges at full speed down the ramp. He slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, pushing himself up to his feet and awaiting the match to begin.

Dunn - More Mexicans? Damnit.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Managua, Nicaragua...Vernon Somoza!

PA System – Reggaeton Latino

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

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

Falcoon - Multinational card we got going on here.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Magnetico Fantastico charges at Vernon Somoza who dodges his diving cross body, and lets Fantastico fall to the mat. When he stands up, Somoza decks him with a huge big boot. Fantastico crashes to the mat, where Somoza drags him up to his feet, only to level him right back down with a thunderous clothesline.

Falcoon - The size advantage is obviously in Vernon's favor here.

Kissens - Magnetico doesn't have a chance.

Vernon Somoza takes his time getting up to his feet and reaches down, lifting Fantastico up to his shaky legs. Somoza grabs a hold of Fantastico's left arm and irish whips him across the ring. Magnetico bounces off the ropes and runs back at Somoza, picking up speed. Fantastico ducks a wild clothesline attempt from Vernon and runs against the opposite set of ropes. He charges back, and ducks again to avoid a swiping back elbow from Somoza. Fantastico stops in his tracks and leaps into the air, dropkicking Somoza in the chest which stumbles him backwards against the ropes, he bounces off and this time connects with a clothesline with such intensity Fantastico back flips onto his side and lays motionless on the mat.

Dunn - Well, he tried. But he's dead.

Somoza reaches down, lifting the unconscious Fantastico to his feet. The fans boo him heavily and Vernon responds by pushes Magnetico Fantastico backwards up against the turnbuckle. He stumbles out and Somoza wraps both of his arms around the chest cavity of Fantastico once he gets within reaching distance. Somoza twists and nails a spinning belly to belly suplex on Fantastico's limp body which draws more boos from the crowd.

Kissens - Gallo Pinto!

Dunn - What?

Kissens - Thats what he calls that suplex.

Falcoon - What does it mean?

Kissens - I don't know, y'all. Do I look mexican?

Dunn - No you look like a whore.

Somoza stands up and makes a throat cutting motion, dragging the motionless Fantastico to the dead weight that has become his legs. Vernon reaches down between Magnetico Fantastico's legs with one arm and around his back from the same side with Vernon's free arm. In one motion, Somoza lifts Fantastico up onto his shoulder in a front powerslam postion and he charges at the corner. He slams Fantastico back first into the tunrbuckles, holding onto him and charging across the ring to the opposite corner and crushing him into that one as well. He turns and slams the opponent down with a powerslam into a pin. The referee slides into place to make the count.

Dunn - What's that called?

Kissens - El Pinolero

Falcoon - Whatever it's called, it's going to get him the win.

1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and earning himself an OWF Contract...Vernon Somoza!

Kissens - Nice little opener.

Dunn - I guess.

Falcoon - Hopefully Vernon will pick up some steam while we're out of the United States.

The scene fades in to a dark room. A figure steps into view, and it's quickly revealed to be none other than the #1 Contender to the OWF World title - EJ Slayer.

EJ Slayer - I've been doing some thinking, and I've come to a realization.

Slayer pauses for a moment, before pulling out a briefcase.

EJ Slayer - This briefcase contains the contract for my match at Drift and Die versus Jesse Williams. It's a work in progress, but looking it over made me realize that I haven't really thought this through.

Slayer removes the briefcase.

EJ Slayer - I think it's high time you proved to me that you deserve a match with me Jesse, so I'm going to give you a chance. Next Addiction, a tag match. You pick your partner, and I'll pick mine. Let me know Jesse, I'll be seeing you soon.

The feed cuts back to the announcers table.

Falcoon - Slayer doesn't seem himself.

Kissens - You think he's heeded Jesse's warning?

Dunn - I think the prospect of an FTW Match is enough to humble anyone.

Kissens - I don't know. This guy doesn't seem very trustworthy.

Falcoon - You think he's got alterior motives?

Dunn - It is Slayer we're talking about here.

The camera’s catch X-Terminator standing tall backstage outside his lockeroom, wearing a black “Bring back PDA” t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He has the recently polished PDA title firmly around his waist, as it glistens in the light. Beside him is his manager Justin Zane with an enthusiastic look on his face.

Justin Zane - Tonight’s the night we prove ourselves as contenders.

X-Terminator - That’s if HE can get the job done.

The camera’s pan to the left of Justin Zane, as there stands Trent Steel holding his Lilly Ass Title alongside his left hip. He grabs the mic quickly from X-T’s hands.

Trent Steel - What do you mean by HE?

X-Terminator - I mean you, jackass.

Laughter from the entire crowd overshadows the sigh from Trent Steel. Trent continues to speak.

Trent Steel - Well it’s nice to meet you to. Listen, I don’t have time for this, frankly, I have bigger fish to fry. Just do me one favour and don’t let your ego get in the way of us winning tonight.

X-Terminator - Fine, will do. Oh by the way, do me a favour and look out for the dust; I wouldn’t want you to get lost in my excellence.

Trent Steel - Is that all you have old man? Would you like to put your money where your mouth is? Because I know that anything you can do, I can do better.

X-Terminator - Is that so? Well I can do anything better than you!

Trent Steel - No you can’t!

Justin Zane - Children, let’s not fight.

X-T steps directly into Trent’s face, pushing Justin aside.

X-Terminator - Yes, I can! And I will..

X-T pumps the microphone into Trent’s chest handing it to him before walking away and off screen to the standing cheers from all of the fans.

Justin Zane - What the heck was that about?

Trent Steel - You tell me. Your the one that teamed me up with that drunk bastard.

The camera’s pan to the left as X-Terminator walks back on set, oblivious to what was just said about him.

X-Terminator - 20 bucks.

Trent Steel - What?

X-Terminator - I decided to take you up on your bet. 20 bucks says I can do a move more daring, more reckless, more death defying than you. Deal, or are you...

Trent Steel - Are you still drunk from last night? Your on chump, See you out there.

The camera’s catch another stare down from the two superstars before heading back to a view of the ring. In the middle of the squared circle stands Missy Janson, holding her microphone at her side.

Falcoon - I don't like that these two are together.

Kissens - It doesn't speak well for anyone if they're challenging each other.

Dunn - Especially for 20 bucks.

Missy Janson - The next matchup is a Tag Team Match scheduled for a one fall, with the winners moving on to Drift & Die to be entered into a match for the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships. At the discretion of President Chase Johnson, he can choose to put both teams or only the winning team into the match based on their performances.

Missy pauses.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Mexico....No Hablo Ingles and Mucho Grasa; The Mexicans!

PA System - AAAARRIBA! AY! AY!

The mexican national anthem begins to play, which sends the entire crowd into dead silence as they raise to their feet. They remove their hats and stand watching the ramp. Once the singing parts kick in, the fans sing them and Mucho Grasa and No Hablo Ingles walk out waiving Mexican flags. They run down the ramp, sticking each flag in the opposite sets of turnbuckles. They get into the ring and the music fades out, sending the crowd into a frenzy for the hometown boys.

Falcoon - I'm glad the Mexicans get a chance to be on television here in Mexico.

Dunn - Maybe they'll get a good send off into oblivion.

Kissens - Be nice.

Dunn - That's not my gimmick. I'm paid to be a dick.

Kissens - Good to know you're not just naturally a dick.

Missy Janson - And their opponents, coming to the ring first...From Haiti, Porta Prince!

Red and blue pyro fall over the stage with "Welcome To Jamrock" playing.

PA System - Out In The Streets. THEY CALL IT MURDAAAA!

Pyro stops and Porta Prince appears as if he was behind it the whole time. Smoke flies out of his nose as he goes towards the ring with nothing but a spotlight on him. As he rolls into the ring, he gets up drapes himself over the ropes with a hand raise as red & blue pyro goes off behind him.

Missy Janson - And his partner, from San Antonio, Texas...Rockstar!

"Rockstar" hits the Pa, Rockstar doesn't appear, a murmour goes through the crowd, then the build up to the chorus starts and suddenly.

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

Rockstar appears with a bundle of his CD's, t-shirts and posters, and hands many of the items over to people in the crowd. He then climbs into the ring, and approaches Porta Prince as his music fades out. He offers Porta a CD, but he slaps it out of his hand and down to the mat. No Hablo Ingles reaches down, picking up the CD and sticking it into his pants pocket with a smile on his face.

Falcoon - Self promotion.

Dunn - There's nothing like it.

Rockstar distributes the remaining t-shirts and posters to the Mexicans first, then gives the last shirt to Missy Janson as she leaves the ring. She holds it in her hand as she steps outside of the ring and down to the floor, returning to her post. Rockstar then walks back to his corner and prepares for his match.

Kissens - I just wonder how Porta Prince and Rockstar will work as a team.

Falcoon - Well we're about to find out.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Porta Prince starts the match by charging at No Hablo Ingles and begins to pound away on him. Both Mucho Grasa and Rockstar retreat to their corners as the fans jeer Porta as he gains control over mexico's own. Porta stomps No Hablo Ingles down onto the mat and the referee tries to pull him off, but instead Porta Prince pulls free and decks Mucho Grasa off the ring apron and to the floor.

Dunn - Porta Prince is in a bad mood tonight.

Prince lifts up No Hablo Ingles and irish whips him across the ring and into his respective corner where Rockstar is positioned. Porta Prince charges as he releases No Hablo Ingles, who eventually ends up back first in the turnbuckle. Prince leaps into the air, looking for a body splash but Rockstar pushes No Hablo Ingles down to the mat and Porta Prince crashes into the turnbuckle face first.

Kissens - He missed the Shamu Splash!

As he hits the turnbuckle, Rockstar slaps the back of Porta Prince and steps through the ropes and into the ring. He picks up No Hablo Ingles, only to take him right down to the mat with a snapmare take down. No Hablo Ingles sits on the mat while Mucho Grasa pulls himself on the ring apron while Porta does in his corner as well. Rockstar stands and kicks No Hablo Ingles across his back with his shin. He rolls towards his corner and tags in Mucho Grasa who gains a huge response. He pumps his fists and points at Rockstar.

Falcoon - He wants Rockstar!

Rockstar points to himself as the fans explode. Mucho nods and runs at Rockstar who stands tall, only to be slapped in the back of the head by Porta Prince -- tagging himself in. Rockstar ignores it as Porta Prince climbs up to the top rope. Mucho Grasa leaps into the air with his legs extended towards the head of Rockstar but he grabs the thighs of Grasa and tosses him straight over his head. Grasa crashes onto Porta Prince on the top turnbuckle...

Kissens - OH no!

...Somehow, Prince holds him in a firemans carry.

Falcoon - What the hell?!

Porta Prince dives into the ring and connects with a Super Death Valley Driver. On the way down, Rockstar catches an elbow from Prince inadvertantly that sends him to the mat.

Dunn - Super DVD on Grasa!

Prince covers Mucho, hooking his right leg as the referee makes the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winners of this match, and earning a shot at the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships...The team of Porta Prince and Rockstar!

Dunn - Well, now we get to see how they interact one more time.

Rockstar rolls off the apron and grabs one of the CD's from a bag under the ring. He slides under the ropes as Porta Prince stands up, clocking him in the back of the head with the CD case. Porta Prince is only dazed and falls to one knee, which prompts Rockstar to discard the broken CD and head for the hills. Porta stares at him for a moment before pulling himself up and running off after Rockstar who has disappeared behind the curtain.

Falcoon - That should be some interaction, indeed.

Kissens - It's a shame Rockstar likes men, y'all. I'd love to do him.

Dunn - You are so disgusting.

Kissens - What!

Dunn - Gordie, can we switch seats so I don't have to be next to her?

Falcoon - But, she's sitting in between us moron.

Dunn - Damnit!

We cut to a feed in the backstage area of the arena. The camera picks up Nicholas Perry as he walks through the halls backstage, carrying a bundle of flowers and grinning obnoxiously. He rounds a corner and bumps chest first into a figure who doesn't budge. A few of the flowers lose their petals upon contact, which brings a crisp look of rage upon the face of Nick.

Nicholas Perry - Hey, watch where you're going you-

As Nicholas looks up, he locks eyes with Jesse Williams who is revealed to the fans in the arena at the same time Nicholas realizes who the person is.

Nicholas Perry - Oh, hey Jesse. I'm really busy, so excuse me.

Nicholas swerves around Jesse, but Williams reaches out with his right hand and grabs a firm hold of the left forearm of Nick.

Jesse Williams - Nick, I need to talk to you. It's import-

Nicholas pulls his arm from the grasp of Jesse Williams, shooting a glare back at him that could blind a person as his eyes seethe out of their sockets.

Nicholas Perry - Jesse, seriously, when have you ever needed me? Really, I NEED to go. I'm sure you can handle whatever is troubling you.

Nicholas slowly paces off.

Nicholas Perry - Oh.

He stops in his tracks, turning his body around to face Jesse.

Nicholas Perry - My mom says "Hi".

He twirls back around and disappears down a hallway adjacent to where he is standing.

Falcoon - Jesse needs a partner and Vacant is too busy with Moxie.

Dunn - Nobody else likes Jesse, who will help him?

Kissens - Vacant will come around. I'm sure he didn't even know what Jesse wanted.

Falcoon - Or he's too oblivious to care.

The feed switches to a camera directly in front of Nicholas Perry, who slows his pace and comes to a stop at the frame of a door. Nicholas knocks politely at the door of the Team Moxie locker room, identified by a similar Moxie-in-Heart logo that leaves one wondering whether it's a tribute to her or the title. Standing patiently outside his own locker room for a few awkward moments, Nicholas lets himself in. Across the room, Moxie Roxie is seated on the sofa with her head lowered, a hand over her eyes.

Nicholas Perry - Moxie, I've got a surprise for you.

Moxie Roxie - What, you're quitting too? Going to go back to being Jesse Williams' sidekick or something?

Nicholas seems stunned.

Nicholas Perry - Um.. no? I.. brought you flowers.

Moxie looks up, putting on a very weak, unconvincing phoney smile.

Moxie Roxie - You want to have our date be an Addiction together? What a great idea.

Nicholas looks panicked.

Nicholas Perry - No! No, I just thought you might need some cheering up. I'm still planning the date; this has to be perfect.

Moxie Roxie - I don't know why I even bother. Everything else is falling apart. Eclipse went and lost us the Tag Team Titles, and then she left without even taking the pink nail polish I got her. And now Valtiel quit the team. Maybe he's right about the drama. Maybe we should just cancel the date.

Nicholas Perry - You can't do that. That's not fair.

Moxie Roxie - I know. I know. I could never betray the people who care about me, not like Valtiel just turning his back on us. All this love and devotion is my cross to bare, I suppose. But when somebody cares about you this much, you can't just play with their heartstrings...

Nicholas breaths a sigh of relief.

Moxie Roxie - I promised all those loving fans a date with Vacant, and I plan on carrying through. Too many loyal Moxciples look up to me for me to go back on my word.

Nicholas Perry - And.. me.

Moxie Roxie - You did good against Alexis. That may have helped us to bring Robin into Team Moxie, so I guess we should both be grateful-

Nicholas Perry - Tha-

Moxie Roxie - -that I came up with such a good plan. Trust me, Team Moxie is still on the rise. This Valtiel situation just needs a bit of good PR. Is it too late to say that we kicked him out?

Nicholas Perry - You want me to go beat him up? Because he's a contender to my Network Title. I've got a good excuse to.

Moxie Roxie - Gawd, you talk like Specter sometimes. Not everything can be solved with thuggish violence. Tonight I'll beat the Freedom Kid and enter into my second championship reign, a feat which no other member of Team Moxie has come close to achieving. Then you just make sure you hold onto the most stylish title belt in OWF history against Valtiel at Drift and Die.

Nicholas sets Moxie's flowers down on the sofa beside her and tugs the ski mask over his face.

Vacant - I won't let you down.

We cut back to the announcers booth, noticing that Missy Janson is absent from her position beside them.

Dunn - Vacant is lucky to have the guidance of Moxie.

Kissens - I agree, y'all.

Falcoon - I don't know. I think he's losing his sense of worth.

Dunn - Oh shut up.

The feed switches to the ring, where Missy is standing tall with the microphone right in front of her mouth.

Missy Janson - The next matchup is a Tag Team Match scheduled for a one fall, with the winners moving on to Drift & Die to be entered into a match for the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships. At the discretion of President Chase Johnson, he can choose to put both teams or only the winning team into the match based on their performances.

She pauses for a brief second.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from East Brunswick, New Jersey...Jared Wave and Skotty Surph...HANG TEN!

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

Missy Janson - And their opponents, coming to the ring first from Toronto, Ontario, Canada..."The Serial Thriller" X-Terminator!

PA System - California love!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Justin Zane runs down the ramp with a card in his hand to a chorus of boo's.

Falcoon - This guy again?

He hands the card to Missy as she steps out of the ring and she reads it.

Missy Janson - I have been informed that thereis a change to this match. At the request of X-T and Trent Steel, it will be a PDA Rules Tag Team Match...

The fans interrupt Missy with a cheer. She glares at Zane who runs off backstage. She goes back to her seat and the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Falcoon - I love impromptu changes. Don't you?

Kissens - Love 'em, y'all.

Jared Wave and Skotty Surph stare at each other and bail out of the ring to retrieve weapons. Both X-Terminator and Trent Steel stand in the ring, looking at each man as they stand on the outside. Wave grabs a steel chair, while Surph pulls out a steel garbage can. Both men slide into the ring and charge their opponents. Surph swings at X-T, but he ducks and disarms Skotty of the chair. Meanwhile Jared swings the can at Steel, but Trent meets it with a fist first -- denting it in half and pulling it from the grasp of Wave. Trent and X-T look at each other and X-T breaks the glare to slam Surph over the head with the chair and knocks him down to the mat. Steel sees this and he puts the steel garbage can over the head of Jared Wave and yanks the chair from the clenched fists of X-Terminator. Steel swings away and smashes the chair up against the can on top of the upper half of Wave's body. He crumbles to the mat as the two men look at each other.

Kissens - This is all a game.

The two men share some friendly jawing, which allows Skotty to slide out of the ring and reach under the ring. He pulls out a stop sign and slides back in behind X-Terminator. He swings at him but X-T ducks at the last second, which causes Skotty Surph to slam the stop sign right across the forehead of Trent Steel which sends him down to the mat and dents the stop sign nearly in half.

Falcoon - His head is imprinted!

Wave has gotten up at this point and has the steel chair Steel dropped upon being taken down. X-Terminator sees him, but Jared tosses the chair into his hands. By instinct X-T throws it right back, but Wave catches it and drives the edge of the chair into his sternum. Wave backs up and spins around still holding the chair and he throws it at full speed -- it connects right across the face of X-Terminator and sends blood everywhere as he falls to the mat.

Dunn - Hang Ten is hanging in there!

Falcoon - That was lame James.

Dunn - Oh go fuck yourself.

Kissens - Whoa!

Falcoon - Seriously.

Skotty Surph stands up, dragging Steel up to his feet and nailing a forearm to his jaw. Steel is dazed which allows Surph to dump him through the ropes and to the outside. On the otherside of the ring Jared Wave has rolled out onto the outside apron and pushes himself down to one knee on the floor. He reaches under the ring skirt and pulls out a stack of two tables.

Dunn - Hey don't use too many of those! We have a tables match soon, jerkoff!

He slides both tables under the bottom rope and pulls himself back into the ring. He glances down at the tables, then to X-Terminator and he chooses to nail a standing leg drop across the throat of his fallen opponent. On the outside, Skotty Surph irish whips Trent Steel back first into the steel ring barricade before reaching under the ring to pull out a hockey bag that he places on the apron.

Falcoon - Hang Ten came prepared.

Kissens - I think they're just rolling with the punches.

Surph unzips it and pulls out a singapore cane which he throws into the ring to Wave who catches it. Surph reaches in again and pulls out a baseball bat, but he is tackled back first into the ring apron and he drops the bat. Steel grabs a hold of Surph's right arm and irish whips him shoulder and head first into the steel ring steps which are sent flying. In the ring, Wave waits for X-T to get up and he swings the kendo stick. X-T ducks and grabs a hold of the kendo stick and cracks it in half with a forceful shot that sends blood down the face of Jared Wave as he lays on the mat. X-Terminator looks down at the tables and he picks one up, laying it up against the turnbuckle before picking up Jared Wave. He drags him over to the table and lays him against it, nailing him with a punch for good measure. On the outside, Steel has placed Skotty Surph on the ring apron and has a hold of the baseball bat Skotty pulled from the bag before. He swings, but Surph rolls into the ring and Trent smashes the bat into thousands of pieces, some of which fly into his eyes and blind him for a moment. Meanwhile in the ring, X-T has now taken the second table and propped it up in another corner across the ring from the one where Wave is laid against. Across the ring, Skotty picks himself up and slingshots himself over the top rope towards Steel. He lands chest first across the left shoulder of Steel, hooking him in a front face lock. Steel backs up and without warning Northern Lights Suplexes Skotty Surph through the much smaller time keepers table next to the announcers table.

Kissens - Jesus! Is he okay?

Dunn - I don't think so.

Kissens - Ugh...

X-Terminator glances out to Steel and he looks at Wave. He picks up the dented steel chair from before and walks to the opposite corner with the chair across his chest.

Falcoon - This has to stop, now.

X-Terminator charges across the ring towards Wave, but Jared leap frogs him at the last second. X-T, somehow, stops before he crashes into the tables. He turns around and he avoids a leg lariat from Wave, then swings the chair and connects across the forehead of Wave. The chair is so dented and bent out of shape that it remains over the head and chest of Wave as he falls to his knees. X-T lifts him up and lays him back first against the table. He runs to the opposite side of the ring and charges back nailing a leaping body splash on Wave through the table. More blood flows from his head. X-T rolls him over and covers his lifeless body as the referee drops into place...1...2...kickout!

Dunn - My god. Just stay down. It's easy to do.

Falcoon - You woul--

Dunn - Yeah I know I would know.

Kissens - Yep. You would.

On the outside of the ring, Trent Steel has picked Skotty Surph up from the broken pieces of table and slides him into the ring. Steel slides himself in as well, walking over to the hockey bag on the apron and pulling out a shovel.

Falcoon - A SHOVEL?

Dunn - I'm suspending belief from here on out.

X-Terminator pulls Jared Wave up to his feet, but Wave is able to somehow push X-T through the ropes and he crashes head first onto the steel ramp. Wave leaps up to the top rope and springboards from it -- and he connects with a front flip splash from the ring across X-Terminator as soon as he got back up to his feet.

Kissens - You get what you dish out!

In the ring, Steel walks over to Surph who is up to one knee, and Trent helps him up the rest of the way. Once Surph gets to his feet Steel swings the shovel at him, but Skotty ducks and grabs a hold of the handle and drives the end into the midsection of Trent. Both men drop the shovel and Surph charges at Steel, but Trent side steps him and lifts Skotty up into a firemans carry. He walks to the corner and nails a Death Valley Driver on Skotty Surph through the table in the corner.

Kissens - Pittsburgh Nightmare!

X-Terminator and Jared Wave begin fighting up the ramp, but X-T looks back to the ring as he sees what Steel did on the OWF tron. Steel covers Surph...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winners of this match...and being entered into the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championship Match...Trent Steel and X-Terminator!

Wave makes a break for it, and Surph quickly rolls out of the ring to avoid further punishment. X-Terminator and Trent Steel stare at each other with Steel motioning that he won. X-T remains silent, then holds up one finger.

Falcoon - I don't like this.

X-T turns around and disappears behind the curtains, leaving Trent Steel in the ring looking puzzled.

Dunn - They just unleashed such an amount of carnage.

Ring technicians and a few referees come out to the ring as Steel becomes frustrated and begins to the exit the cluttered ring. The technicians and the referees clean up the weapons and the mess while Steel slowly walks up the ramp.

Falcoon - It's a good thing it didn't get too out of hand.

Kissens - Well, they'll be teaming up again at the PPV.

Dunn - Which doesn't spell good things for anyon......

Out of nowhere a spotlight shines bright on the stage and the fans explode. X-Terminator appears atop the OWF Tron, holding an unknown ring technician. Steel stands at the mouth of the ramp looking at X-T.

Dunn - WHAT THE FUCK!

The fans roar loudly as X-Terminator looks down and grabs a hold of the mans head.

Falcoon - This is dumb. Dumb I say.

Kissens - All for the PDA Title.

X-T jumps off, delivering a diamond cutter from fifteen feet off the OWF Tron, through a table, to the floor. Both men lay motionless and the fans are so loud that the sound is heard turning to static. Steel walks over to the edge, reaches into his pocket and tosses a twenty dollar bill onto the body of X-T which lays below on the floor. He then turns and disappears behind the curtains. The cameras cut around to show the fans reactions. Once the volume in the arena quiets down, you can hear different chants of "X-T, X-T!", "P-D-A, P-D-A!" and "O-W-F, O-W-F!" in the sold out arena.

Falcoon - Can anybody hear me!

Dunn - YES!

Kissens - Stop yelling!

Falcoon - X-T must have killed either himself, that guy, or it was a homicide suicide.

Dunn - First Toby kills himself, now X-T ups the ante.

Kissens - At least he'll have twenty extra dollars to give his family after he dies.

X-Terminator is seen recovering from his near fatal fall. He holds his ribs with his left hand and his eye in his right.

Dunn - Zombie! Kill it! Blow it's head off!

Falcoon - James, relax!

Dunn - That just creeps me out.

His face shows excruciating pain. A sadistic smile slowly rises from his face as he is handed a microphone from one of the backstage attendants before running away, to the ovation of the audience.

X-Terminator - Did..Did you all...ugh...Did you all like that?

The crowd roars the sounds of X-Terminator voice, knowing that he did not die from that leap of death. X-T slowly bends over in pain and grabs his PDA Title the lays helpless on the floor. He drapes the title over his left shoulder. A “PDA” chant ensues

X-Terminator - Well, let’s just say I loved it! I want more, and more, and fucking more! I hear your chants. The OWF held an internal poll asking the wrestlers “Who wants to bring the PDA Championship back.” The results were an overwhelming YES!

The crowd explodes in cheers.

X-Terminator - I would poll you, the fans, but I think we already know your answer. So...hold on, let me finish. So I am hereby challenging any and/or all who think they can take this PDA Championship at OWF’s next pay per view, Drift and Die. Sure, I know what your all thinking. CJ has yet to sanction the title. Well I say who gives a fuck, it is after all, my title. I will do with it as I please. At Drift and Die, if anyone has any set of balls in this place, I will give all of you a shot at the PDA Title. No pins, no rules. All you have to do is simply take it from me, and keep it that is. If you can take this title from my hands, then it is yours, as simple as that. Remember, it’s my best friend, actually come to think of it, it’s my only friend. You will have to put up one hell of a fight for it.

“PDA PDA PDA!” The chants grow louder, drowning out the speakers and X-T’s voice. He waits for them to die down, which they down in a mere seconds.

X-Terminator - So who will it be? Skotty Surph for round two? Jared Wave? How about Skotty Surph and Jared Wave? How about you Drake Munday. You seem to think your the man. Rockstar? Joe Cool? Akira Kanemura?? Exell? T-Money? Hell, I will even invite the girls? I think Robin Sparks is kind of cute! Besides the point, I invite all of you to Drift and Die, where you will all do just that, but this PDA title? It will live to fight another d--

PA System - Baby you got me all wrong, and maybe I’m not at all down and out.

The fans all turn their heads to the entrance way as X-Terminator glances at the top of the stage while "The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits the speakers.

Falcoon - X-T will not be happy he was cut off.

Dunn - Look at him, he's infuriated.

President Chase Johnson, decked out in a dark gray suit with white pinstripes running vertically along the fabric of the jacket and slacks. His eyes are hidden behind a pair of round Ray Ban aviator sunglasses that rest on the bridge of his nose. With his left hand he makes a cutthroat motion along the collar of his white button down shirt, which cues for his music to end -- once the music fades out, Chase Johnson slides his right hand inside the breast of the suit jacket and pulls out a microphone. He looks across the ramp at the beaten X-Terminator.

Prez CJ - Listen up, and you listen fucking good, alright? You don't call the shots here, pal. You never have, and you never will. I warned you if you continued to drag the Public Display of Aggression Championship around with you, there would be a punishment. But this has to FUCKING END! YOU WILL NOT CLUTTER MY SHOWS WITH YOUR TRENT STEEL BULLSHIT! So, instead of just punishing you...I'll reward you first.

X-T looks shocked as the fans remain silent.

Prez CJ - You want the PDA Title to be recognized as a sanctioned OWF championship?

X-Terminator - Hell yeah I do!

Prez CJ - Well, you got it!

The fans explode out of their seats.

Dunn - What? I think CJ just fumbled his line.

Kissens - James, I don't think so! I think...I mean...I'm not sure.

X-Terminator looks puzzled, but the fans dare not to even ponder the announcement -- they just cheer in approval.

X-Terminator - Run that by me one more time. I thought I heard you say the PDA Title is back, so I must have some hearing damage from that fall.

Prez CJ - No, you heard me correctly. You want the title back, and more importantly the fans want it back. So, it's reinstated...As of September 1st, 2008 the OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship is a sanctioned championship. And lets hear it for the man who was proven he deserves to be your champion, X-Terminator!

Again the fans explode, which puts a tad of blush into the cheeks of X-Terminator.

Prez CJ - But, since you want it back so badly, I'm going to test you in your first defense. At Drift & Die X-Terminator, you will face not one, or two or even three competitors. You will take part in a PDA Rules Sensational Sixway Match for YOUR OWF PDA Championship.

X-T looks a little stunned as CJ continues.

Prez CJ - And your opponents? Well, I'm out here right now to lay it to the world straight. I hand picked the five people who will face off in this match, and I think it's going to really showcase what the OWF is all about. Unfortunately, I think I can keep you waiting another week to give you the full list, but I will drop two names for you.

Again the fans fall silent.

Prez CJ - Watching Addiction last week, I saw two men who impressed myself and the Executive Committee in a strong Main Event on an otherwise lackluster card. Those men were Filthy Rich and Harker.

The fans cheer them for their effort in the past week.

Falcoon - That was a great match, for sure.

Prez CJ - And X-Terminator, those are two of the five men you will defend your PDA Championship against. Not to mention that you and Trent Steel will face off against the teams of Porta Prince and Rockstar, the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Champions whoever they are AND since Jared Wave and Skotty Surph put up such a good fight, they will be entered as well. A Fatal Four Way, and a Sensation Sixway. And that is your punishment. Have a good night.

"The New Black" kicks back up as X-Terminator screams into the microphone which has already been cut off by the technicians backstage. He becomes frustrated and follows Chase who disappears behind the curtain.

Falcoon - So the PDA Title will be back at Drift and Die.

Dunn - He just caved to X-T's demands.

Kissens - But he has a price to pay for it.

Dunn - It's what he wanted all along.

Falcoon - He and Steel should just be happy they were able to walk out of the arena tonight.

Kissens - But Drift & Die may be a different story with both men going for the Tag Titles as well.

Backstage Valtiel can be seen standing in a dark corner, watching the finish of the tag match on a ceiling mounted television. Vacant approaches him slowly from behind, clasping a hand down over his shoulder and startling him. Valtiel whirls around, jerking backward out of Vacant's grasp and throwing his fists up into aggressive posturing.

Valtiel - What do you want? You here to fight? This is just about the title to me; you don't want to make this personal, kid.

Vacant - Whoa. Whoa. Cool your engines. I didn't come looking for a fight.

Valtiel - I just figured... I mean with Steel..

Vacant - Listen, you really hurt Moxie's feelings when you left the team. She blames herself. And me. Well, mostly me, but it still hurts her feelings.

Valtiel - Your point being?

Vacant - Maybe you could just go apologize to her. Let her know it wasn't her fault. And it wasn't my fault. Mostly that it wasn't my fault. It'd mean alot to her though.

Valtiel - I told you, I don't want mixed up in all your drama.

Vacant - Come on, man. I've got mad respect for you. I've stood by your side and seen what a warrior you are. I was right there after the Sensational Sixway, cheering you on and promising the shot whenever you wanted.

Valtiel - So?

Vacant - So two guys like us, both still fairly new to the OWF but both with so much ability and potential, former teammates turned opponants, this match should be top billing. We could upstage Williams-Slayer. We owe it to the fans to make this match one for the ages. All drama aside, I want this to be something great in the ring.

Valtiel - All drama aside? We fighting over a belt you named the "I Heart Moxie" Title. It's pinky and glittery and has your girlfriend's face on it. You, that title, and our entire match are one massive joke, and apparently you're the only one who doesn't get it.

Vacant - Effing Hell. I'd deck you if Moxie wasn't so vague about what she wanted.

Valtiel - Why don't you go ask her permission? Or wait..

Valtiel snaps forward with a right hand to the chin, knocking Vacant to the floor.

Valtiel - Maybe you can learn to make your own decisions every once in a while.

Falcoon - First Specter, now Valtiel.

Dunn - Vacant is a marked man.

Kissens - With a weak jaw.

Dunn - That's for sure.

Valtiel walks off screen and the camera remains focused on Vacant as he slowly pulls himself up to his feet, dusting off his back side as he glares down the hallway at Valtiel.

Falcoon - Remember folks, both of those men will face of at Drift & Die for the OWF...I Heart Moxie...

Dunn - Ugh.

Falcoon - ...Championship.

Kissens - It's got a nice ring to it.

Dunn - Yeah, if that ring was from a clock bell and I was standing right next to it.

Falcoon - It just sounds weird to say it.

Kissens - Well get used to it y'all, 'cause Vacant will never lose that as long as Moxie pretends to like him.

Dunn - She's probably right.

Vacant looks about ready to take off after him when his arm is grabbed from off screen and pulled backwards. Jesse Williams stares down at Vacant, glaring at him through the strands of greasy hair that litter his face with his bloodshot eyes.

Vacant - What's wrong wit-

Jesse Williams - Shut up and listen. I've never asked you for anything, so make sure you take your time before you answer.

Vacant - Alright. Shoot.

Jesse Williams - I need a Partner next week. Slayer has someone cooked up, I'm sure, and I have no trust in anyone to watch my back incase something happens. You are all I have, and I trust you enough to be a worthy partner. If you don't want to get in too deep, I understa-

Vacant - I'll do it.

The fans in the arena roar loudly. Vacant smirks at Jesse, pulls his arm free and begins to walk off screen.

Vacant - But seriously, you just had to ask. No need for the strong arming, I'm gonna be seventeen soon, ya know!

Williams is left looking frustrated as the feed cuts back to the announcers booth.

Dunn - Well, now we know who Jesse's partner is.

Kissens - First time these two will team up.

Falcoon - I wonder what name they will use.

Kissens - I wonder what moves.

Dunn - We only have to wait a week.

Falcoon - Fans, we'll be right back. It's time for a quick commercial break.

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The cameras fade back in to show Missy Janson standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in her hand. Around the ring, there are dozens of unopened tables stacked on top of each other waiting for use.

Falcoon - We're back and we're going to bring you a Title Match right now.

Kissens - And it's the first of two for this evening.

Dunn - Lucky Mexicans.

The cheers of the fans die down and Missy begins her announcements.

Missy Janson - The following match-up is scheduled for a one fall. It is a PDA Rules Tables Match, where Tables are the only legal weapon -- and it is for the OWF Tears Tag Team Championship!

The fans let out a massive roar of approval as Missy continues on.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the challenger -- 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 - Joe Cool has been the antagonist to Akira's protagonist in his short stay in the OWF.

Dunn - What are you talking about?

Kissens - I think he's making up words, y'all.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Sakurai, Nara, Japan...He is the current OWF Tears Tag Team Champion -- 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.

Kissens - I hope Akira retains.

Dunn - The AK-o-holics are out in full force tonight, praying for the same thing Jackie.

A group of six asian men stand up in the front row, wearing white t-shirts that each have a letter on them that spells out "AK-107" when all are on their feet. Missy exits the ring and the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Joe Cool slowly approaches Akira Kanemura who remains in his corner waiting for Joe to come to him. Cool smiles as he stands within inches of his opponent, looking down at him in a staredown. Akira pushes Cool, which stumbles him back a step, that he quickly makes up while swinging his massive right arm at the head of Akira. Kanemura ducks Joe's clothesline attempt and spins around nalling a shin kick across his ribs. Cool grabs his midsection with his arms, and Akira nails a sharp roundhouse kick to the exposed shoulder blades of Cool which sends him down to a knee. Kanemura nails a right kick with the face of his foot across the cheek of Cool and then runs against the ropes. Akira charges back at Cool who lunges out of nowhere and clotheslines Akira down to the mat.

Falcoon - Look at the welts on Joe Cool.

Kissens - I think Akira is in dream land.

Instead of pinning Akira, Joe rolls under the bottom rope and onto his feet on the outside. He reaches down, grabbing a stack of four tables and lugging them onto the ring apron. He slides all four tables into the ring, and he pulls himself back in as well. Once he does, Akira performs a kip up and kick Cool right across his face. He reaches down, grabbing Cool in a full nelson. As Cool stands he frees himself easily from the hold and elbows Akira across the bridge of his nose, dropping him to his knees. Joe reaches down, grabbing one of the tables and flipping it over and he pulls out the legs, locking them in place. He hoists the table over onto it's legs and turns around, grabbing Akira by his hair. He lifts him up onto his shoulders with a firemans carry.

Dunn - Cool looking for the Solitare Unraveling!

Akira kicks his legs and is able to pull himself down behind Joe Cool. When he turns around, Kanemura leaps into the air and misses a dropkick as Cool avoids it with ease. While Akira is on his way down, Cool grabs him and stops his fall. He holds him around his waist before throwing Akira over his head with a back drop suplex through the table on Kanemura. The fans cheer the display as Akira holds the back of his head and Cool merely stares off in the distance.

Dunn - This has been some insane card.

Falcoon - And all for free TV.

Kissens - Go figure.

Falcoon - These superstars are gonna see how good these Mexican hospitals are.

Dunn - I heard they suck.

Joe Cool pulls himself up to his feet and walks over to the three remaining tables. He slides one of them off, flipping it over and extending its legs into their locked positions. He flips it over and sets it onto its legs. He grabs the second table and extends its legs while Kanemura slowly pulls himself out from the broken pieces of table. Cool sets that table out of the way, then turns around to find Akira Kanemura clawing at his legs, trying to pull himself up to his feet. Joe looks down at Akira, reaching down in the process and grabbing two fistfuls of his hair. Cool lifts Akira to his feet, and as he gets there he swings a right hook into the stomach of Joe Cool which barely phases him. While wobbling on his unsteady feet Akira throws a left jab to the jaw of Joe, which glances off the side of his head with minimal damage.

Dunn - Akira is throwing everything he has at Joe Cool.

Kissens - And nothing seems to be working.

Akira Kanemura staggers backwards as he flings his left shin up towards the ribs of Joe Cool. Akira connects, but after the shin kick cracks across the side of his opponent, Joe Cool grabs a hold of his foot around the ankle and holds Akira standing unbalanced on one foot. Kanemura hops up and down on his right foot, trying to keep his balance as the smile upon Joe Cool's face becomes wider and wider. Using both hands, Cool grabs onto the ankle of Akira and flings his leg vertically into the air. The force exerted by Cool on the leg of Akira flips him backwards, but instead of crashing to the mat Kanemura over-rotates and lands on his feet with a complete backflip.

Kissens - Nice agility by Akira.

Falcoon - It's all he's got going for him.

The moment both of Akira's feet hit the mat he leaps back into the air and connects with a pele kick across the right temple and cheekbone of Cool. The force sends a harsh smack echoing through the arena and crumbles Joe Cool backwards and sends his upper body onto one of the tables he previously set up. Kanemura reaches down, swinging the heavy legs of his opponent onto the table and dropping a stiff forearm across his sternum for good measure. The fans cheer as Akira points to the nearest corner, then up to the rafters.

Dunn - He better not showboat, he barely got Cool on that table.

Kanemure scurries to the corner, slingshotting himself from the ring canvas to the top turnbuckle in one bound. Cool begins to come back around and pull himself on the table, but Akira stands tall on top of the top rope facing the ring. In a flash, Akira Kanemura backflips into the ring with a shooting star press -- but he over rotates and drives his shoulders onto the chest of Joe Cool with a shooting star senton bomb through the table. Akira rolls to the right in extreme pain as the cameras throughout the arena are rumbling from the cheers and jeers of the fans.

Falcoon - WHAT was that! Jesus!

Kissens - That was the AK-107!

Dunn - Fuck! He may beat Cool!

The fans are screaming loudly for their favorite to win as Joe Cool lays in the middle of dozens of pieces of broken table and twisted steel. Akira Kanemura is on his right side, laying on the canvas adjacent to Cool while holding his neck in pain. He rolls towards Joe, beginning to claw his way along the mat to his prone body.

Falcoon - If he can't manage to get to Cool he won't beat him.

Akira drapes an arm across the chest of Cool, as the referee drops to his knees and makes the count...1...2...kickout!

Kissens - Cool was hurt for a second there, but not enough overall damage.

Dunn - I still think Cool has the edge.

Kanemura rolls off of Joe Cool and towards the ropes, while Joe begins moving pieces of the broken table off of him. Akira hooks the middle rope with his left elbow, glancing back to note Cool's progress. Joe has pulled himself up to his knees using the help of the broken table and is staring right back at Akira. The two men remain focused on one another while attempting to get back to their feet before one another. Akira gets to his feet first and he charges at Cool. Joe, gaining his second wind stands up and lifts Akira up onto his shoulders with a torture rack. Without hesitation he sits out and drives Kanemura through the remaining standing table with the sitout backbreaker.

Kissens - Jersey Driver!

Cool rolls Akira over and covers him. The referee slides in and makes the count...1...2...3!

Dunn - Cool put him away.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and the NEEEEEW OWF Tears Tag Team Champion...JOE COOL!

Kissens - New champion!

Falcoon - What a match, I was on the edge of my seat.

Akira rolls himself out of the ring, holding his back and midsection in a lot of pain as he collapses to the cement floor. A chant of "A-K, A-K!" breaks out amidst a furious applause for his attempt. Akira rolls himself up to his feet, walking with a heavy limp up the ramp.

Falcoon - Poor Akira.

Kissens - I hope this isn't the end for him.

Dunn - He's got a bright future.

Falcoon - He suffered a lot of damage tonight though.

Dunn - Esspecially mentally.

Joe Cool, holding the Tears Tag Team Title over his shoulder, rolls out of the ring. He grabs a steel chair, followed by a microphone from ringside and enters the ring.

Joe Cool - That's the last time you'll hear that music, actually.

The fans give a mixed reaction, unsure of what that means.

Joe Cool - Oh I'm just getting new music. Don't worry about it.

He takes a seat in the chair and brings the microphone up closer.

Joe Cool - As I'm sure you all know, I took a couple of weeks off for myself. The rumors went around, and I've heard questions about whether or not I would retire, or quit because I lost, or something equally ridiculous.

He runs his fingers through his hair and continues.

Joe Cool - No, I'm not going anywhere. And this Championship right here PROVES IT!

The fans give an ovation for this, it appears some of them were worried.

Joe Cool - But I do have some things I want to say. I guess I'd better start with Jared Wave. Jared, I know you've had a match already, but go ahead and get out here.

The fans cheer again at the mention of the popular "High Flying Hero" and cheer even louder when "Beer" by Reel Big Fish hits and Wave comes down to the ring. He goes inside and Joe stands up to shake his hand. Joe moves the chair in the corner and then hands Jared another mic.

Jared Wave - What's this about Joe?

Joe Cool - Jared, when I took you under my wing, I told you I had my reasons, right?

Jared Wave - Yeah.

Joe Cool - Well, those reasons were that I wanted someone to pass my legacy to. I saw you, a talented kid from Jersey that the fans were gravitating to, and I thought, he could be the guy. I've had previous people that I've mentored and it didn't work out.

Jared Wave - Well, I really appreciate you helping...

Joe Cool - Hold on, Jared. I'm not finished.

The fans get quiet and Jared seems a little confused.

Joe Cool - You see, this thing between us, this tag team thing, this mentor student thing, it's not working out either. I think I'm going to stop teaching you all my wrestling knowledge, because I don't think you're willing to learn.

More silence from the crowd. Jared has since dropped his mic and is asking Joe what he's talking about. Joe laughs.

Joe Cool - To be blunt, Jared, you're a disappointment.

The fans boo this statement and Joe grins again.

Joe Cool - That's all I wanted to say. You're a huge disappointment and I can't understand why I ever saw any potential in you. You can go now.

The fans' disapproval gets louder now and Jared looks confused and angry, but begins to leave. Joe holds up the microphone again.

Joe Cool - Oh Jared?

Jared turns around and Joe hits him right in the face with a big boot. Jared drops to the mat and the fans don't boo, they gasp. After a few moments of silence they start booing again. Joe picks up Wave and drops his nearly unconscious body to the mat with a Solitaire Unraveling. He stands up, cracks his neck to the side and turns Jared over. Jared's bleeding just underneath his eye, and there has been immediate swelling, a possible orbital bone injury. Joe places the chair next to him and sits down. The fans are rabid with jeers at this point.

Joe Cool - See, I know you people would do that. You're all cheers one minute, but once I rightfully take out the trash, you begin to hate me.

The fans are roaring now, but Joe talks over them.

Joe Cool - Let's make no mistake about it, Jared. You are trash. You see, I thought I could take you and mold you into a tribute to greatness. A tribute to me. I thought I could make you into a truly great superstar, someone that would be remembered for years to come. Someone like me. As I've learned, you can polish shit as much as you want, but it's still shit.

Joe pauses for a moment, and soaks in the boos, almost as if he enjoys it, and continues.

Joe Cool - Jared, we could have changed the OWF. Now look at us. I've become a merchandising nightmare and you...You're a joke. You see Jared, I've been a martyr of OWF for far too long and I've had to take a long look at myself to realize I've had enough. Does this federation even know what wrestling is? There are joke titles, like the Lillyass title and the new "I Heart Moxie" belt. There are multiple clusterfuck matches that take away from actual competition in favor of someone falling into a tank of blood. This place is all about spectacle, not competition. If there is any competition, I haven't found it. Where are my matches with the Jesse Williams and Chris Greens of the world? Why have I been stuck with nobodies like Greg Jackson or...Jared Wave?

Joe looks down and sees Jared struggling to stand up. Joe climbs over him and forcefully grabs the back of his head. Jared's face is swollen.

Joe Cool - Is this really what you think the answer is? People like this?

Joe then violently shoves Wave's face back into the mat, knocking him unconscious.

Joe Cool - I've got a song lyric to impose on you. It really captures the feel of the OWF. "The ending's the same...the world will not change. The answer's clear...annihilation". That's exactly what needs to happen. I need to purify OWF of it's worthless, talentless hacks. I need to...deify myself, and show you all what true greatness is. It's going to be a long and difficult process...but I will do it. I will do it for you. You will all appreciate the things I do. Things like I did to Wave. OWF will be purified of it's common locker room and only the best will survive.

Joe drops his mic and grabs his Tag Title off the mat. He leaves the ring to no music, and the fans continue to boo. Jared Wave lies motionless as EMT's rush the ring to tend to him.

Falcoon - What the hell is his damn problem!

Kissens - Poor Jared Wave.

Dunn - I'm glad Cool is stepping out into his own now.

Kissens - He just blindsided a man who trusted him

Falcoon - Well, Joe Cool has surely made a statement if nothing more is accomplished besides winning the Tears Tag Title.

The feed cuts backstage to President Chase Johnson's office. He sits behind his desk on the phone with an unknown person.

Prez CJ - Absolutely...No, it's a great idea. I know the Executive Board will approve of your return. I got the PERFECT match for you....What's that?....Oh don't worry, I'll make sure I screw you in negotiations...Hahaha, fuck you. Okay, I'll let you get back to the gym. Call me brother.

As soon as Chase hangs up the phone, the door to his office is flung open.

Prez CJ - Why is my door never locked?

Porta Prince enters, sporting an enraged look on his face.

Prez CJ - What the hell do you want?

Porta Prince - I want Rockstar...Next week.

Prez CJ - He's your partner.

Porta Prince - I don't care. I want him, one on one. If I'm going to team with him at the pay per view I want to see if he want withstand the test of Porta Prince.

Prez CJ - We'll see. How about you try talking to him, first?

Porta looks unimpressed, CJ smirks and extends his right hand and points towards the door behind Porta Prince.

Prez CJ - I said I'll think about it. Now get the hell out before I have you thrown out.

Porta Prince looks even more angered and exits the room just as quickly as he entered. The cameras remain fixated on the walls for a few moments. Suddenly, the feed cuts from the office of Prez CJ.

Dunn - Man I'm glad I dont have to deal with CJ anymore.

Backstage, Jesse Williams is talking on his cell phone, no one else in the area except for a few stagehands.

??? - Hey Jesse!

Jesse quickly turns to look, and the person yelling is Specter, who is leaning in the doorframe leading into Jesse's locker room.

Specter - You really need to lock this thing.

Jesse quickly snaps the cell phone closed and runs over to the dressing room. Specter steps inside, and Jesse follows him in.

Jesse Williams - What the hell? Didn't I tell you--

??? - Tell him what?

The door to the dressing room slams shut, revealing that EJ Slayer was standing behind it.

Jesse Williams - That I don't want scum like you two in my business.

Specter - I don't want in your business Jesse, I want to just handle a little disagreement with Nick.

Jesse Williams - Like I told him, if you touch him--

EJ Slayer - You'll what? You need to think about the situation here Jesse, why the hell would Specter and I be in your locker room?

Jesse looks at the two of them, the situation quickly dawning on him.

Jesse Williams - You didn't...

Specter - He did.

EJ Slayer - You picked Vacant, I picked Specter. Should be a good time.

Jesse Williams - ...

EJ Slayer - Also, I think you need to reconsider what sort of match we'll be having at Drift and Die. Personally, I'm thinking the standard Slayer rules.

Jesse Shakes his head.

Jesse Williams - I already made my decision, take it or leave it.

EJ Slayer - I disagree. The way I see it, you need to keep your... indiscessions quieter.

Specter holds up one hand, making an "O" before poking his index finger from his other hand in and out.

EJ Slayer - Think about it Jesse. See you next week.

With that, both Specter and Slayer exit the dressing room. Jesse stands silently for a moment before grabbing a nearby chair and slamming it against the wall in frustration as the scene cuts back to ringside.

Falcoon - Whoa. We're in for a treat next week.

Dunn - Slayer and Specter together? I'm even scared to watch all that awesomeness.

Missy Janson stands up next to the announcers table, holding a microphone.

Kissens - Shhh! Time for the Main Event!

Falcoon - You shh! The men were talking!

Dunn - Yeah! Bitch!

Kissens - Whatever y'all.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the Evening and it is for the OWF Blood Tag Team Championship!

The entire crowd explodes into a rowdy frenzy, jumping to their feet and making any attempt to cause the most commotion they possibly can to show their excitement.

Missy Janson - It is scheduled for a one fall and it is a Softcore Rules Match. As you can see in the ring, the canvas is covered completely by dozens of pillows across the mat. The corners are padded by one mattress in each turnbuckle, and the ring ropes are wrapped in a soft red velvet.

Falcoon - What a cracked out match.

Kissens - I know, right?

Dunn - I know one thing is for sure -- knock outs will be easier when you knock your opponent out to a mat full of pillows.

Kissens - Good point, James.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the selected challenger...From Blaise, California...Moxie Roxie!

PA System - Everyone sucks but me.

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

Kissens - Moxie already had the Tears Tag Title, now she can be the first to hold both titles individually.

Missy Janson - And her opponent...From Parma Heights, Ohio...He is the current OWF Blood Tag Team Champion...Freedom Kid!

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

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

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

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

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Freedom Kid and Moxie Roxie meet in the center of the ring where Moxie takes Freedom Kid down with a leg tackle. She mounts him and throws a few forearm shots to his forehead, but FK quickly pushes her off. He stands up and Moxie charges him, but FK manages to get a boot up in time. He tucks Moxie's head between his legs and lifts her up, dropping her down into a powerbomb on the pillows of the mat. Moxie is barely phased so Freedom Kid lifts her up again and looks for a second powerbomb, but Moxie Roxie swings back and sends Freedom Kid flipping over into the mattress in one of the corners from a hurricanrana. Freedom Kid slides to the mat dazed a bit, but pushes himself up to run at Moxie. As he approaches, Moxie hits the mat with the pillows breaking her fall while Freedom Kid whiffs on a clothesline attempt.

Kissens - Moxie seems just a step ahead.

She spins up to a crouched position and waits for FK to turn around. As soon as he does she leaps into the air and nails a front dropkick into his chest that sends him tumbling backwards against another mattress in one of the corners. Moxie hops up as he stumbles out and she grabs his head with her arm in a diamond cutter position. She charges at the mattress in the corner and runs up it -- but Freedom Kid catches her and flips her over his head. Moxie is able to land on her feet right behind Freedom Kid and she grabs a hold of his waistband, rolling him into a school boy pin at the referee makes the count...1...2...kickout!

Falcoon - Freedom Kid got lucky.

Kissens - So did Moxie, she was looking for Tickled Pink and it almost backfired.

Dunn - These pillows and mattresses are pissing me off. This title is called the "Blood" Title, not the "Nyquil" championship.

Freedom Kid swings up to his feet, as does Moxie and the two lockup in the center of the ring. Freedom Kid gains the upper hand and pushes Moxie back up against the velvet ropes and throws her across the ring with an irish whip. She sprints over the pillows and bounces off the opposite set of ropes to return towards Freedom Kid at full speed. He bends over and Moxie leaps over him, grabbing his thighs and attempting a sunset flip. FK waives his arms, trying to keep his balance before he reaches down and grabs Moxie by the hair. He drags her up to her feet but she swings her shin up and catches him right between the legs, releasing his grip on her hair and doubling him over. Moxie grabs his head in a stunner position again and she runs up the velvet ropes this time, floating over and nailing an Inverted DDT on Freedom Kid in the middle of the ring. She hooks his leg while the referee drops to his knees to count and Freedom Kid kicks violently.

Dunn - Tickled Pink!

Kissens - She got it that time!

1...2...3! Freedom Kid kicks out a millisecond after the ref's hand hits the pillow for the three.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and the NEEEEEW OWF Blood Tag Team Champion...MOXIE ROXIE!

Kissens - Yay! Girl power!

Falcoon - That softcore stipulation changed that match too much for Freedom Kid to adjust.

Dunn - No, Moxie just beat him.

Moxie rolls out of the ring and is handed the OWF Blood Tag Team Championship which she holds proudly over her head.

Falcoon - Joe Cool and Moxie Roxie are your Tag Team Champions.

Dunn - It's a good team, I don't know how they'll co-exist.

Kissens - I wonder if he'll join Team Moxie.

Falcoon - Well we'll have to wait until next week for that cause we are out of time. Thank you for joining us! Goodnight!

Moxie celebrates with her fans as the feed fades to black.