The cameras open backstage as X-Terminator and Trent Steel are in a stare down once again. The tension is extreme.

Trent Steel - First of all, that’s B&E for coming in here. Secondly, you have to stop getting directly in my face. It’s not cool, it’s actually kind of creepy, you know?

X-T takes a step back and gathers his thoughts.

X-Terminator - Sorry, stare down’s are in my blood. I’m from the Ninety’s remember. Listen, I’m not here to cause any trouble. I just want to make sure we are on the same page...and..

Trent Steel - And?

X-Terminator - And I’m really looking forward to our match for the tag titles. I just have one question for you.

Trent Steel - What’s that? And where’s Justin? Shouldn’t he be mediating?

X-Terminator - Justin couldn’t make it tonight, besides, it’s about time you and I had a little one on one.

Trent takes a step back and strikes a defence position. X-T stands firmly at attention.

X-Terminator - Straight up, I don’t have any desire for the Tears championship. I think we have a great shot at winning this and I don’t want that title. Frankly, I feel I am a blood type of guy, being the Public Display of Aggression champion and all. I don’t cry, not sure bout yourself, but it’s not for me. I live for blood.

Trent Steel quickly interrupts.

Trent Steel - And so do I! Anything you can do, I can do better, remember? And it has nothing to do with crying? I am out for bloodshed, that Blood title is mine...

X-Terminator - It seems as if we are at a stale mate...

X-T steps directly into Steel’s face as Steel quickly pushes him back a couple feet.

Trent Steel - Out of my face already! We will settle this once and for all, man to man. We will play a best out of three. Use your imagination; this is going to have to be creative. I pick the first match, anything you want. You pick the second. If it is a tie, we will flip a coin as to who chooses the third and deciding match type. Winner gets the Blood title, depending on if we win of course.

X-T looks shocked at that statement. He is not impressed with the ignorance of his partner. He briefly looks at his PDA Title in astonishment before continuing to speak to his partner.

X-Terminator - Fine by me. Don’t be so indecisive. We will win those tag titles, I can feel it. We will be quadruple champions! So, what game did you have in mind?

Trent Steel - Shot for shot...

X-Terminator - What?

Steel quickly delivers a massive right hand that connects XT firmly across the face as spit flies in all directions. He stumbles backwards before he regains his balance. He holds his left cheek in pain.

X-Terminator - Ouch, stop that! What the fuck was that for?

Trent Steel - Who cares, you lose! Shot for shot, I gave you a shot, and you gave up? Is there any instant replay available?

X-Terminator - Ohh I oughta...

The camera’s cut as XT is waving his fist in the air.

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.

X-T is seen wandering backstage aimlessly wearing his newly reinstated PDA Title around his waist firmly as well as a "XT Reborn" t shirt. He is wandering down the hall looking for the lockeroom of Trent Steel. He walks passed many of the superstars rooms --- Porta Prince, Jared Wave and Skotty Surph. Finally he comes across the lockeroom that reads Trent Steel.

Falcoon - Okay, that was nice.

Dunn - Yeah, thanks for cutting off our introduction you jerk.

Kissens - He can't hear you.

Dunn - Too bad! I'd give him an earful!

XT enters and pulls Trent Steel from his locker room. He drags him down the hall and into the WoW Lockerroom.

Trent Steel - What’s this?

X-Terminator - Round two baby! First one to get a kiss wins..Easy enough eh?

Trent Steel - You fuckin cunuck, I will destroy you.

Trent Steel quickly approaches Robin Sparks. She smacks him across the face.

Dunn - Statutory rape!

He stumbles backwards and regains his balance. He rubs his eyes to get a second glance at a blurry vision of his first.

Trent Steel - What the fuck? You gotta be kidding me!

X-Terminator is shown making out with Tara Headoff in the corner of the lockeroom. Trent Steel looks on in amazement.

Trent Steel - How the fuck old man? It’s time we settle this..

Trent Steel storms out of the room in anger now having the games tied one to one. X-T quickly unlocks the liplock on Tera before taking a second glance at the door. He realizes that Trent has left the room. He looks back at the ladies, reaches into his pocket and pulls out a twenty dollar bill. He throws in to the floor as all of the Women in the lockeroom scurry for the twenty as the scene fades back to the announce table.

Kissens - That was twenty! It looks to be the same twenty that Trent threw at him last week.

Falcoon - Money well spent.

Dunn - And more of our time wasted.

Falcoon - Anyways...AAAHOOOO! And welcome to Monday Addiction OWF fans. We are continuing our Mexican tour and we are only six days away from Drift and Die!

Kissens - And what a night we have planned.

Dunn - It's a card where the PPV will be finalized and we'll have time to prepare for that.

Falcoon - Drift and Die is shaping up to be one of the biggest cards of the year.

Kissens - We'll see how it shapes up at the end of the night.

Missy Janson stands up from her position at ringside and she grasps a microphone before walking towards the steel ring steps.

Falcoon - And finally we get to begin our night.

Dunn - Good. Nothing worse than a Mexican riot.

The fans applaud moderately as she steps up onto the apron and into the ring. She positions herself in the middle of the ring, and brings the microphone to her mouth. Her words are sent direct to the feed and the headsets of the announcers, while a translator speaks over the PA for her announcements.

Missy Janson - Welcome to OWF MONDAY ADDICTION in MEXICO CITY, MEXICO!

The fans cheer in response.

Missy Janson - The first match of the night is scheduled for a one fall, and it is a Triple Threat Match with the winner being entered into the Sensational Six-Way at Drift & Die on September 14th. Coming to the ring first, from Houma, Lousiana...T-Money!

Everyday I'm Hustlin hits the PA and a of couple seconds later T-Money spilts the curtain and walks out with some bouncing and his hands in the air. He then walk slowly to the ring with a black shirt with the sleeves cut off and blue jeans with a pair of blue tims on his feet. Once he gets to the ring he slides in and poses over the top rope.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring next, from Atlanta, Georgia...Raven Talon!

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

Missy Janson - And finally, from parts unknown, Angel of Death!

Unforgiven begins to play and the lights go out in the arena. Smoke beings to fill the ring and a purple light begins to shine within it. As the smoke disapates a large dark figure is seen standing in the ring. As the lights slowly come back on AoD is standing in the center of the ring looking up and chanting to himself ignoring all his surroundings. As all the lights come on he seems to snap out of his trance and pace the ring waiting for the match to begin.

Missy exits the ring and heads back to her seat while the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

All three men start off the match eyeing up their opponents. T-Money starts the action off as he darts across the ring at Angel of Death, running directly into his shoulder and hitting the mat as AOD doesn't even budge. T-Money hops right up and throws a right at Angel of Death which barely phases him, which prompts T-Money to throw a left fist at his face -- which this time is caught by the open right hand of AOD. Raven Talon remains in his corner, watching as his two opponents battle it out in the corner adjacent to him. AOD pulls the arm of T-Money towards him and grabs him around his chest, lifting T-Money into the air and slamming him down to his back with a side belly to belly suplex. T-Money holds his back as he lays on the canvas, while Angel of Death pushes himself back to his feet and sets his eyes on Raven Talon.

Dunn - Well Raven had a good plan for a bit there.

Kissens - Usually avoidance never ends up working for too long in multiperson matches.

Falcoon - Oh well.

Instead of waiting for Angel of Death, Raven Talon charges out of his corner and leaps into the air. He decks Angel of Death with a flying forearm, sending the big man down to his back on the mat. AOD immediately pushes himself right back up, but he's met with a toe kick from Talon who is standing in wait for him. Talon lifts his right knee up to the face of Angel of Death, sending him down to the mat while T-Money hoists himself up using the ring ropes. He sets his sights on Talon from behind and he charges, connecting with a running elbow strike to the back of the head which dazes Raven Talon. T-Money grabs the head of Talon into a reverse front face lock and sprints across the ring. He sits out while diving forward and drives the face of Raven Talon to the canvas with a bulldog.

Dunn - Now T-Money has gained a bit of control.

T-Money stands up and is promptly planted right back down to the mat with a big boot to the face. T-Money rolls back up to his feet holding the right side of his face, and is immediately scooped up and slammed down to his back with a thunderous slam. From behind AOD, Raven Talon pulls himself up to his feet with his back to Angel of Death. AOD turns around and sets his sights on Talon and holds his right hand up in the air. Raven Talon turns around and is grabbed around the throat by Angel of Death. Talon clubs downward at the elbow of AOD, breaking his grasp. Raven Talon follows up with a front face lock into a DDT.

Kissens - The Talon's End!

He rolls AOD over and covers him, while the referee drops to the mat to make the count and T-Money crawls trying to break up the pin...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match and moving on to the PDA Sensational Six-Way for the PDA Championship at Drift and Die...Raven Talon!

Falcoon - So now Raven Talon is added to the list of names that already have been announced.

Kissens - It's Harker, Filthy Rich and Raven Talon against X-Terminator and two more competitors.

Dunn - Should be a good match. We'll see if that interrupting bastard X-T can defend his title.

We cut backstage to see Garrett Greene walking backstage.

Garrett Greene - All right folks I have finally cornered a OWF superstar who has not answered a important question that you OWF fans want to know about. I've got him! He has to answer this question now or face embarassment!

Falcoon - Oh this isn't going to end well.

Dunn - I hope he gets a broken jaw.

Kissens - Ha ha!

Garrett Greene walks up to the locker room that says "Trent Steel" on the front of it.

Garrett Greene - All right Trent! We know your in there! OWF fans deserve to know!

Garrett starts banging on the door.

Garrett Greene - Come on now! No hiding! You can't hide from the press!

Garrett tries to open the door but it is locked.

Garrett Greene - Well you heard it here first folks. First Trent Steel backs down from Jesse Williams saying he can't beat him. Then he has not responded to Specter. Now he's hiding from me...Trent Steel has officially become the biggest coward in OWF Histor...oh shit.

The camera pans over to see Trent Steel walking down the hallway. He looks at Garrett then at the locker room and takes off the sign to see it say "Boiler Room". Trent looks at Garrett as he takes off his shades.

Trent Steel - You got something to ask me before you piss yourself?

Garrett Greene - Uh Uh...The people want to know why you've suddenly become a...

Trent Steel - Coward? That's what you were going to say right? Why have I started to back down from my opponents? Or at least that is what your pitiful underdeveloped skull would like to put as the correct answer right Greene? Well allow me to put your "fears" to rest. I am not a coward. Nor will I ever become one but since you all seem to wonder why I am being honest with Jesse. I'll tell you. Because you all have faith in him. You all think that this man is a saint of all sinners. Well I am here to show you that he will do anything and everything to not be caught up in his lies. That's right Jesse. Your going to do things that you will regret more than taking that dive oh so many years ago. I'm going to make you suffer. And as for this little MVW puke...Your not worth making a speech out Specter...I'm going to show you exactly what's going to happen tonight. You want a response. I'll show you how I handle idle threats. Now...as for...you.

Garrett starts to cower in fear as Trent puts his shades back on.

Trent Steel - You and I are going to get to know each other very well Garrett...I caught you in a lie. The next time you lie...I'm going to make you learn the consequences of your actions. NOW BEAT IT!!

Garrett runs like a bitch as Trent turns to the cameraman.

Trent Steel - What? Cut back to ringside these people paid to watch matches not my mug.

Dunn - That's for sure.

Trent walks off but the camera follows behind him.

Falcoon - He's in some bad mood.

Kissens - Isn't he always.

We cut to the water cooler in the back area. Trent Steel walks up to X-Terminator who stares right at him. Immediately, XT bombards Steel. The two men begin to walk back to Trent's locker room as X-T speaks.

X-Terminator - I don’t want the tears. For the last time, I’m not a girl like you Steel. I bleed OWF blood baby.

Steel is taken back but quickly returns fire.

Trent Steel - Then prove it. This last match will be decided on a coin toss. Heads or tails..ready?

X-Terminator - Heads or what?

Trent Steel - Heads it is!

Trent tosses the coin high in the air before XT can get a word in edgewise. The coin flips in the air, before landing on tails. Trent looks up with a sadistic grin.

Trent Steel: Looks like it’s my turn old man.

X-Terminator - I can take anything your new breed ass brings my way. No way will I be recognized as a “tears” champion, I would rather burn in hell.

Trent Steel - Or drink your way to it..

The door to Trent Steel’s lockeroom swings open, and there stands a wooden table with two chair on both sides. On the table sits a bottle of Jack Daniels and two shot glasses.

Trent Steel - Now listen carefully...Shot-For-Shot..You take a shot of Jack, and then I follow, understood?

XT clenches his fists in rage. His biceps begin to grow as the veins begin to enrage.

X-Terminator - You..You..you know I’ve been sober for four months now. Why would you do this?

Trent Steel - What? You gonna quit? Look here folks, it seems as if we have a quitter!

XT looks down at the shot glass on the table, he quickly snatches it and smashes it over the jaw of Trent Steel. XT mumbles a variety of curse words before deciding to walk away. He turns his back as simultaneously Trent shrugs off the pain of that assault and jumps X-T from behind. Trent continues the assault out the door, and down the hall of the backstage area. He slams XT into the wall face first. He then follows up with a kick to the shin, followed by a face first DDT to the floor. XT lays motionless on the floor backstage.

Falcoon - And these two are going to be a team on Sunday?

Dunn - I guess so.

Kissens - Good luck to them.

The feed cuts to another point backstage. The scene opens up on OWF Rookie Vernon Somoza sitting in his locker room with a Haitian Flag in his hands. The camera man approaches Somoza to capture him holding the flag with a smile on his face.

Vernon Somoza - La Revolucion began last week and it has claimed the first casualty of War. As with any battle there are winners and there are losers. To be completely honest there was only one winner tonight which was El General but there were many upon many losers. As I walked to the ring i looked to my left and to my right and saw nothing but hordes and hordes of losers, Here in Arena Mexico of Mexico City.

He makes a disgusted look then spits on the floor.

Vernon Somoza - I cannot believe that I had to go out to there and smell that disgusting scent of Mexican.

Dunn - This guy is speaking the truth!

Vernon Somoza - The smell of Tequila, donkey turd, and illegal fireworks were enough to make a man sick! I cannot believe Magnetico decided to show up today! I offered you advice my friend and you did not heed it. I have offered some advice to another wrestler who I hopes takes it.

Vernon laughs sadistically.

Vernon Somoza - Today El Plaga has been released on the OWF. You all came here today not to simply watch a wrestling show but you have also become carriers of El Plaga.

He holds up the Haitian Flag, then turns it around to show the Nicaraguan Flag stitched to the back of it, flags being back to back.

Vernon Somoza - Bueno, To all you Tequila drinking, Margarita mixing, peasants, do your self a favor. Bow the next time I come to the ring. Stand at attention and SALUTE the GENERAL.

Looks directly into the camera.

Vernon Somoza - Prepare your self for El Plaga

Somoza holds up the Nicaraguan Flag turns it to show the Haitian Flag then begins to shout in Spanish at the camera man as he shoves him out of his locker room.

Dunn - We're going all over the world with our federation.

Kissens - Which only means more money!

The feed switches one last time to outside of the Team Moxie locker room. Standing outside the door is Moxie Roxie who stands waiting for someone to pass by.

Falcoon - What's she up to now?

From the right side, Vacant approaches.

Vacant - I was told you wanted to see me?

Moxie Roxie - Yep.

Vacant - You look happy tonight.

Moxie Roxie - I am.

Vacant - Blood Tag Title cheering you up?

Moxie Roxie - Nope.

Vacant - Excited for the PPV?

Moxie Roxie - No.

Vacant - Must be from the anticipation for our date, then.

Moxie Roxie - ...Yeah. That, and we've got two new members joining tonight.

Vacant - Oh.

Moxie keeps a smile on her face, raising her eyebrows as she looks at Vacant.

Vacant - Who are the new members?

Moxie Roxie - I'm glad you asked.

Moxie turns and knocks on her own locker room door. It opens and Akira Kanemura exits wearing a pin Team Moxie shirt.

Moxie Roxie - Akira Kanemura is the first!

Akira Kanemura - Moxie is number-ah one!

Moxie Roxie - Aww. He's so sweet.

Vacant - I bet.

Akira Kanemura - Team-ah Moxie!

Vacant - Team Moxie!

Moxie Roxie - Yes! Yes!

The cameras cut to the center of the ring where Missy Janson stands tall holding a microphone.

Falcoon - Akira is a member of Team Moxie now!

Kissens - Who's the second member?

Dunn - I'm guessing Freedom Kid.

Kissens - I don't know about that.

Dunn - I don't think anybody else would listen.

Falcoon - Jesse and Moxie have been getting pretty close lately.

Kissens - That'd be weird.

Falcoon - I've seen weirder.

Dunn - Shut up and let Missy talk so we can get to the second match.

Missy Janson - The next matchup is scheduled for a one fall. If Rockstar wins, the two men will team up at Drift & Die in the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Title Match. If Porta Prince wins, they will not team up for that match.

Falcoon - Why would anyone not want a title shot?

Dunn - Maybe he's a homophobe.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Haiti, Porta Prince!

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

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

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 opponent, 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 T-Money following closely behind him 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 once again.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Rockstar and Porta Prince charge at each other, with Porta getting the upper hand with a hard right elbow right off the bat. Rockstar stumbles back and Prince charges, only to be taken down by a drop toe hold that slams him face first on the mat. Rockstar hops up to his feet and waits for Porta Prince to push himself back up to his feet before he grabs him in a reverse waist lock. Porta throws an elbow backwards and catches Rockstar flush across the side of his face. Porta Prince swings around behind Rockstar and grabs him in a reverse waist lock before throwing him over his head with a release german suplex.

Dunn - Porta seems intent on not being teamed with Rockstar.

Falcoon - I wouldn't have a clue why.

Porta rolls over and covers Rockstar as the referee drops into place...1...2...kickout by Rockstar. Porta lifts Rockstar up by his head and connects with a hard right hand to the bridge of his nose. Rockstar falls to one knee but Porta quickly follows up with a shin kick right across the exposed chest of his opponent. Rockstar falls flat to the mat and Porta wastes little time as he grabs a hold of the left arm of Rockstar and tugs him up to his feet.

Kissens - If things keep going this way, we'll be seeing a Triple Threat Match at the PPV.

Porta Prince lifts Rockstar up to a standing firemans carry, but he is able to slide down behind his back. Rockstar clubs Porta with an elbow to the back of the head, followed by a chop block to the back of his knee which takes Prince down to both knees. Rockstar picks Porta Prince back up and irish whips him into the corner, where he slams back first into the turnbuckle. Rockstar keeps a hold of Porta's arm and irish whips him across the ring to the other corner. Porta slams with such intensity into the turnbuckle that he stumbles out towards Rockstar who bends down and back body drops Porta Prince over his head and down to the mat.

Falcoon - Rockstar has gotten his second wind.

Dunn - And just in a nick of ti--

Trent Steel and X-Terminator emerge on the ramp in an all out brawl.

Falcoon - Why are these two out here?

Dunn - They're interrupting a match. And me, again!

Kissens - Thanks Captain Obvious.

Security attempts to separate them, but are unsuccessful. Trent runs at XT while he lays helpless on the ramp. XT dodges at the last second and avoids the collision as Trent stumbles to maintain his balance. XT turns around and runs at Trent Steel delivering a massive DDT landing hard, face first on the ramp to the ovation of the crowd.

Rockstar continues his advantage, beating down on Porta Prince with stomps from his right foot. He lifts Prince up and irish whips him into the ropes. Porta Prince bounces back and ducks a clothesline attempt from Rockstar and bounces off the opposite set of ropes. Porta leaps in the air looking for a cross body block but Rockstar hits the mat and allows Porta to sail over him and down to the mat. Both men hop back up to their feet and sprint towards each other. They collide, which stuns both men for a moment. Both Porta Prince and Rockstar come to their senses and begin to trade rights and lefts. Rockstar rears back and attempts a left haymaker but Porta ducks it and picks up Rockstar from behind and nails a back drop suplex right onto his head.

Kissens - Porta keeps gaining the advantage over Rockstar.

Porta stands up and walks over to the fallen Rockstar. He hoists Rockstar up into a firemans carry and begins to climb up the turnbuckle.

Dunn - What's this now?

Porta gets to the top rope and looks to the ring. He leaps off and nails a Super Death Valley driver on Rockstar. Both men lay on their backs in the ring after the devastating move. The referee slides in and begins his count of a pinfall.

Kissens - Wait! Who is pinning who!

Rockstars arm is seen over the chest of Porta...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Rockstar!

Falcoon - So Rockstar and Porta Prince will team up at the PPV.

Dunn - By a stroke of luck.

Porta gets furious. He walks to the outside and grabs the microphone from Missy and beings screaming into it.

Porta Prince - This fluke win was a load of bullshit. Rockstar, you may have won the rights to be my partner at Drift & Die, but I am by no means your life-partner. You stay the hell away from me and you do your job, and I'll do mine.

Security begins to head to the ring and sends Porta out of the ring and up the ramp. From the entrance way Vernon Somoza walks out waving a Haitian flag and laughing. He nods at Porta as he walks by, following him backstage with a light applause.

Dunn - So, are Porta and Somoza a team?

Falcoon - I guess so.

Kissens - Great y'all, but where are Steel and X-T?

Steel and X-T have now cleared the ramp and disappeared backstage, only to re-appear on top of the OWF-Tron. They are seen battling back and forth on top of the tron.

Falcoon - Oh my god! XT is once again on the OWF Tron, and Trent Steel is looking to prove himself.

Kissens - And remember, they have to team up at Drift and Die. They need to smarten up if...

XT runs at Trent from atop the tron, but Steel ducks the running clothesline as XT runs towards the edge and stumbles to maintain his balance.

Dunn - Oh my god, he’s gonna fall...again!

XT waves back and forth on the tip of his toes, Trent runs towards and lunges to catch his opponent. He realizes he needs to save XT for the ppv as he grabs the collar of his shirt for dear life. The collar begins to tear. Fear strikes the eyes of XT as the collar rips further and finally, shreds as XT falls to his mercy landing helplessly on the electronics below. Smoke begins to spew as sparks fly in all directions.

Falcoon - Oh my god! I think our PDA champion is actually dead!

Kissens - It can’t be! He’s supposed to be the champ!

Trent looks on his disbelief. The EMT’s rush the ramp and begin to work on X-Terminators lifeless body. They eventually raise him on a stretcher and escort him backstage. The cameras cut to an ambulance in the back parking lot as X-Terminator is loaded in. His body lays motionless, unable to determine is status for the pay per view. Trent Steel comes rushing from behind as the ambulance takes off. He chases the ambulance for a mere seconds before stopping and keeling over to catch his breathe.

Falcoon - I...I dunno what to sa--

The cameras cut backstage to the office of President Chase Johnson. He sits at his desk thumbing through a few papers when there is a slam on the door.

Prez CJ - HA! You fuckers! I locked it this ti --

The door is broken off the hinges and Drake Munday runs in, leaping over the desk and assuming a position next to CJ.

Prez CJ - YOU!

Drake Munday - Okay, seriously this time, I may or may not have thrown darts at security on the way here. So I'm begging, I need a contract for tasers and darts. Okay?

Prez CJ - You just won't stop will you?

Drake Munday - CJ, It's all I have. I want to be in the OWF.

Security charges in and runs towards Munday.

Prez CJ - Stop, I invited him.

The members of security all exit the room as Drake looks back to CJ.

Prez CJ - Okay Drake, you want to be in the OWF?

He nods.

Prez CJ - Are you willing to do anything?

Drake Munday - Yes.

Prez CJ - I'll cook something up for you at the PPV. A reinstatement match. You are not back yet and your performance at Drift and Die will decide your future!

Drake Munday - Thank you!

Prez CJ - Don't thank me yet. You aren't guaranteed a contract just by showing up. Now get the fuck out of my office before I have you arrested again.

Drake Munday - But, why?

Prez CJ - Because you got on my last nerve, Drake. I'm tired of you. That's why I'm giving you this match at the PPV, and if I wasn't so set on the business aspect of this federation I'd come down to that ring and kick your ass myself.

Drake looks shocked.

Prez CJ - So shut your fucking mouth and get out of my sight before I change my mind.

Drake turns and leaves promptly, running over the fallen door on his way out.

Falcoon - So Munday is getting a second chance.

Kissens - It was only fair y'all.

Dunn - I don't know. It's been pretty peaceful backstage without him.

Falcoon - Regardless, his persistance got him this far.

Kissens - Yeah.

Falcoon - Folks we must take a quick break but we will be right back with the Main Event of the Evening.

LIVE! ON SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 14TH, 2008!
FROM EL PALACIO DE LOS DEPORTES IN MEXICO CITY, MEXICO!
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We come back live, outside a door with a blue star reading "Joe Cool." Moxie Roxie stands outside, a pink T-shirt in one hand and the OWF Blood belt worn bandolier style over one shoulder. Her knock sounds not unlike the Powerpuff Girls theme. A few seconds later, the door snaps open revealing Joe Cool, who looks down his nose at the pink punker.

Moxie Roxie - Yo, Joe.

Joe Cool - Yeah, what is it?

Tapping her title belt and smirking with as much bad-assness as a twenty-year-old singer turned wrestler can, Moxie starts her pitch.

Moxie Roxie - Just stopping by to break the ice and formally introduce myself, partner. I'm the OWF Blood Tag Team champion, the priestess of punk, the rocker of righteousness, the maestro of-

Joe Cool - I know who you are. What do you want?

Her spiel halted by Cool's directness, Moxie switches gears into a sincere smile and continues.

Moxie Roxie - Since you made an awesome showing last week against Akira Kanemura and became the OWF Tears Tag Team champion and since we're now going to be partners, I thought I'd welcome you to Team Moxie. I brought you a shirt.

She holds out the shirt with both hands. Joe stares to the best selling merchandise item, but sneers in disgust.

Joe Cool - Why would I want a Team Moxie shirt? I'm not in Team Moxie. Not only that, but there's a picture of you slapped right on the front of it.

Attempting to stuff the shirt in one pocket of her jeans, Moxie continues.

Moxie Roxie - That's part of the appeal...

Joe Cool - I don't even have my own merchandise yet. I'm not going to wear yours.

Moxie Roxie - Well, fine. If you want to be a jerk about it. I'm trying to be a good tag team partner-slash-leader.

With an angry grunt-sigh, Moxie begins to walk away from Cool.

Joe Cool - Hold on a second. Did you say "leader"?

Snapping her head around, Moxie audibly scoffs at Cool, who defiantly crosses his arms.

Moxie Roxie - Well, duh. I've already been the Tears champion. Plus I have loads of experience leading Team Moxie.

Joe Cool - There is no leader, Moxie. This is barely a team. We each won singles matches to gain tag belts. Another thing wrong with this godforsaken company. Besides, if there were a leader, I've got five years wrestling experience on you anyway.

Pausing for a few seconds, Moxie formulates an unimpressive comeback.

Moxie Roxie - Oh, you suck.

Joe Cool - Is that the best you can do?

Moxie Roxie - No. You're ugly and your hair's stupid. And you should totally change your name to Joe Lame.

Joe Cool - Yeah, well you make terrible music.

Her eyes narrowing, Moxie's smile disappears completely as she balls her hands into black fingernailed fists.

Moxie Roxie - You effing... You better watch it, Joe. I'm letting you off the hook this time, because we just became a team. I won't be so forgiving in the future.

Joe Cool - Oh you're going to sick your boyfriend Vacant on me? Do it. I want to add the Network...see the emphasis on Network....title to my collection. Is there anything else you want to add now that I've dashed your dreams of adding greatness to your stable?

The two approach each other, stopping a few inches apart, with Joe looking straight down on Moxie.

Moxie Roxie - Yeah. We're defending these belts at Drift & Die. Don't eff up.

Joe Cool - I could say the same to you. There won't be soft mattresses for you to fall on this time.

His piece said, Joe returns to his dressing room. The door slams a split second before a pink Team Moxie t-shirt hits it. A few seconds pass with the feed remaining focused on the door of Joe Cool's room. Another knock is placed upon the door, and it takes Joe only a millisecond to fling the door open.

Joe Cool - What do you want, Moxi--

Joe is cut off by a sharp spin kick to the chest that sends him backwards into the mirror on his wall. The man responsible is revealed to be Jared Wave, who is wearing a plastic face guard from his attack the week earlier. He stares at Cool for a second before taking off down the hallway. The feed cuts back to the announcers.

Falcoon - Well, at least Team Moxie got Akira.

Dunn - And in the end, Wave got Cool.

In the center of the ring stands Missy Janson, who holds her microphone prepared to make her announcements.

Kissens - Imagine Cool in Team Moxie.

Falcoon - I don't think he has a choice. Just by teaming with Moxie you are in that stable.

Dunn - It's the truth.

"No More Sorrow" by Linken Park starts to play as Trent Steel walks out of the entrance way. The announcements are postponed as he starts walking down and high fiving fans on the side of the ramp. Trent starts walking towards the announcer's table.

Falcoon - We're being joined by Trent Steel.

Dunn - Oh hell.

Kissens - Howse my hair ya'll?

Trent Steel - Now Jackie you know no one is looking at your hair.

Falcoon - What are you doing out here?

Trent Steel - Adding more spice to this lackluster card.

Dunn - Yeah right. Jesse is out here. Vacant is out here. Specter is out here. Hell I wouldn't be surprised if you got a beef with EJ Slayer. Your out here just to cause problems.

Trent Steel - Good theory...or maybe I'm out here to hit on Jackie.

Kissens - Oh lawd!

"Binge and Purge" by Clutch begins to play, and an unknown man in a suit makes his way down the ramp to the ring, a microphone in hand. The fans are at a loss as the man enters the ring.

??? - Hello and welcome, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, to YOUR OWF Addiction main event. My name is Frankie Diamond, and I'm here to help combat some of the blatant bias that filters through this company!

The crowd starts to boo loudly, which makes the man, now identified as Frankie Diamond, smile.

Frankie Diamond - What this company needs is an unbiased individual to prove all of you with the truth about how things are, someone to call the match without the blatant disrespect shown by the current announcers. And the idiocy of Trent Steel.

The boos continue.

Frankie Diamond - Before I start to do the job that the current group does so poorly, allow me to introduce to all of you the first entrant of this match. He stands at six feet four inches tall and weighs 265 pounds, and he is your NEXT OWF World Heavyweight Champion... EJ SLAYER!

The boos become deafening as "Power to Destroy" by ANJ hits, and EJ Slayer walks down the entrance ramp, a smug grin on his face as Frankie exits the ring and takes a seat at the announcer's table. Missy Janson reaches down and picks up the microphone, as she stares at EJ Slayer entering the ring.

Falcoon - And now we are ALSO joined by Frankie Diamond.

Diamond - Great to be here!

Steel - You're biting in on my time.

Diamond - I think the fans have heard enough out of you.

EJ Slayer retreats to his corner and his music fades out.

Missy Janson - And his partner, from Las Vegas, Nevada...Specter!

PA System - Tonight's your lucky fucking night.

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

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

Diamond - These two men teaming together is a duo that will be unbeatable.

Steel - Specter isn't that great.

Dunn - You're just saying that because you have to face him.

Steel - No. I just think he sucks.

Missy Janson - And their opponents, coming to the ring first...From Brantford, Ontario, Canada...He is the current OWF I Heart Moxie Champion...Here is Vacant!

Heavy piano chords slam out over the PA as "Bastard" by Ben Folds somberly ques in for the crowd. The curtains ripple as Vacant slips through, tugging down on the blaze orange ski mask covering his face, and begins the long stride down the ramp in the midst of a strong applause. He scans the crowd briefly as he walks, before tearing his attention back to the ring and forcing himself to focus, climbing up the ring steps and taking a seat on the top turnbuckle bolt, elbows on his knees, waiting for the bell to sound and truly seal his fate.

Kissens - The youngest superstar in the OWF is also the longest reigning Network Champion.

Steel - He's okay.

Diamond - I must agree with Trent there. He is marginal at best.

Falcoon - I don't think so. Vacant is one of the best the OWF has to offer.

Diamond - We'll see.

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

PA System - Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer!

Just then, pyro shoots out from the stage and "Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste" by Norma Jean blares over the PA System. From the back, we see Jesse Williams walk out focused on the match ahead of him. He keeps his head straight as he jogs to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope to enter. He walks around the ring once and then gets into his corner and prepares for his match.

Steel - Boooooo!

Diamond - Ditto.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The match starts off with Williams pushing Vacant back into their corner and stepping to the middle of the ring. Both EJ Slayer and Specter step forward to confront Williams with the referee forcing them to choose. Specter pushes EJ Slayer back to the corner and he and Jesse meet in the center of the ring. It doesn't take long before both men begin pummeling each other to the crowds delight.

Dunn - And we're off.

Diamond - Specter should have let Slayer start off.

Steel - Would you expect any less from the former MVW star?

Kissens - What does that have to do with anything?

Specter nails a hard closed fist to the cheek of Jesse, but Williams fires back with a sharp short elbow that slices across the brow of Specter. Neither man slows down with Specter bringing his right knee up towards the face of Jesse. Williams blocks it and attempts a back elbow strike which Specter reverses into a hammer lock with much ease. He wrenches on the bent arm of Jesse who falls to one knee and swings Specter over his side and flat to his back. Williams quickly locks Specter in a side headlock on the mat, tightening all the muscles in his right arm around the throat of Specter.

Falcoon - Jesse is trying to drain the life out of Specter.

Dunn - Can't say I blame him.

Specter plants his right fist onto the mat and begins pushing himself and Jesse, up to their feet. Once there, Specter drives the point of his left elbow into the sternum of Williams who releases the standing side headlock. Specter shoves Williams towards the ropes, sending him bouncing off and returning in a full sprint. When Jesse approaches, Specter ducks down which prompts Williams to leap frog over the length of Specters upper body and land on both feet behind him. Specter and Jesse are back to back for only a second as Specter turns around -- meanwhile Williams leaps into the air and spins around, flinging his right foot at the head of Specter. He is able to catch Jesse's foot and slam him down to the mat face first. Specter grapevines the leg of Williams with his arms and wrenches on his foot with a high angle ankle lock.

Kissens - Specter is warming up for that match with Steel at the PPV.

Steel - Yeah, he needs to prepare for the damage I will do.

Jesse pounds the mat with his closed fists, before rolling over to his back and relieving the pressure on his ankle. He brings both of his feet up and plants them in the chest of Specter, pushing him off of Jesse and backwards to the ropes. As Specter connects back first with the ring ropes, Williams kips up to his feet and stands sideway to the approaching Specter. When he gets within striking distance, Jesse throws his right foot up and plasters Specter with a superkick directly to his jaw. The impact sends echoes throughout the entire arena, along with Specter down to one knee. Jesse wastes little time and turns in the opposite direction, charging towards and against the ring ropes. He sprints back at Specter, who lunges from his knees and clothelines Jesse nearly out of his wrestling boots.

Falcoon - Jesse almost had the upper hand with that standing side kick.

Dunn - It's hard to keep Specter down. A kick to the jaw won't cut it.

Kissens - Well that has been proven.

Diamond - Harshly, at that.

Specter looks up and sees EJ Slayer standing on the bottom rope with his hand extended into the ring within reaching distance. Specter lifts his hand and tags in Slayer, who enters to a majority of boos. Jesse pushes himself up and he glances at EJ Slayer who drags him up to his feet. Williams breaks his grasp and nails a hard right to the cheek of Slayer. EJ steps back and Jesse throws his right foot up at Slayer -- but it is caught. Slayer pulls Jesse in to his chest, hooking the right leg of Jesse at his knee while hooking Williams around his neck with Slayer's right arm -- grasping both hands behind Jesse into a Capture Suplex position. EJ Slayer tries to summon the strength to toss Jesse backwards over his head, but Williams doesn't budge. Instead, with his free left leg, Jesse brings up two hard knees to the exposed set of ribs on the right side of EJ Slayer. This breaks the hold EJ held onto Jesse, and once Jesse is free he swings a wide right hook at the face of Slayer -- which he easily sidesteps. As he does, he hooks the arm of Jesse as it flies by and swings around behind him with both of Williams' arms butterflied behind his back by Slayer. He wastes no time in lifting Jesse over his head and delivering a devasating Tiger Suplex onto Jesse's head and neck area. Following the impact, Slayer bridges his back upwards into a pinning situation as the referee slides to make the count...1...2...kickout by Jesse.

Falcoon - Much to the surprise of myself, along with the fans, Specter and EJ slayer seem to be working better together than Jesse and Vacant.

Dunn - Well the I Heart Moxie Champion hasn't even gotten into the ring yet.

Kissens - I think that says enough.

Steel - Yeah. Like he's a coward.

Both men push themselves up to their feet within seconds of each other, with EJ Slayer being the first. Slayer unloads on the jaw of Williams with a right elbow that sends him down to one knee. Slayer turns and makes a quick tag to Specter. He enters the ring while Slayer steps behind Jesse and locks him in an abdominal stretch. Jesse screams in pain while the referee tries to pry EJ Slayer off of Jesse. Specter approaches and delivers two vicious shin kicks to the exposed ribs of Williams before Slayer lets go of the hold and pushes Jesse face first to the mat. EJ retreats to his corner and Specter stands over Williams.

Kissens - Jesse needs to make a tag.

Falcoon - He must be protecting Vacant.

Diamond - Or he's afraid of EJ Slayer!

Steel - Or he just sucks.

Dunn - Or he's mexican!

Kissens - Or none of the above.

Falcoon - I'm with Jackie.

Specter tosses the lifeless body of Jesse Williams across the mat and into his corner. Jesse begins pulling himself up almost immediately with a lot of the fans begging him to tag out. Williams spits a wad of blood to the mat when he is met across the back with a firm smack -- nothing that does any damage. When he turns around he first hears a huge explosion from the crowd, then sees Vacant step into the ring.

Falcoon - Finally Vacant is in.

Diamond - Only took him what? Twenty minutes.

Steel - Williams is just a showboat. Stealing all the thunder.

Specter backs up immediately, retreating to his corner and extending out his hand to EJ Slayer, who tags into the match. Specter exits to the outside of the ring while EJ Slayer steps into the ring.

Kissens - Specter doesn't want Vacant?

Slayer turns around, and holds his hand up high above his head in the direction of Specter -- who tags himself in once again.

Dunn - What are they doing?

Vacant becomes more and more frustrated as Jesse has rolled out onto the apron on the outside. Specter returns to the ring, and Slayer steps outside.

Falcoon - Okay, here we go.

Diamond - Maybe.

Specter shakes his head, turns around and tags in Slayer who leaps into the ring and runs at Vacant. Vacant tries to duck a clothesline attempt but the bicep of the charging EJ Slayer catches Vacant right across the bridge of his nose. EJ Slayer stands up to a chorus of boos while Specter returns to the outside apron.

Diamond - See that? EJ and Specter clearly outsmarted that kid.

Steel - Specter couldn't outsmart a hamster.

Dunn - You're one to talk.

Steel - What was that?

Dunn - I think I have to take a walk...is what I said.

Kissens - ...Pussy.

EJ Slayer reaches down and lifts Vacant up to his feet, only to take him down with a release hip toss and hop right back to his feet -- standing in wait for Vacant to get back up. He spins to his feet quickly and once there Vacant leaps to the air and extends his feet towards Slayer, who sidesteps the dropkick attempt and allows gravity to slam Vacant to the mat. Once there, EJ stands over Vacant and slaps him across the back of his head with his open right palm. When Vacant doesn't stand up, only guards his head, Slayer whips a left handed slap across the head of Vacant while looking directly across the ring at Jesse. Williams steps into the ring and approaches Slayer, but the referee cuts him off.

Steel - Moron.

Dunn - Yep. That's going to lead to...

Specter hops into the ring and both men lift Vacant up to his feet.

Dunn - This...

Slayer butterflies both arms of Vacant behind his back while Specter begins to unload with closed fists across the face of Vacant. Jesse retreats to his corner, with the referee keeping an eye on him while Specter continues to work on Vacant. He nails on last punch and Vacant falls to the mat. EJ Slayer hops out of the ring and assumes his position outside the ring. The referee turns around and sees Specter in the ring and asks if a tag was made. Both Specter and Slayer swear to it.

Diamond - I saw the tag.

Falcoon - There was no tag.

Diamond - Well you're just not very observant, then.

Falcoon - Or you're biased.

Diamond - How dare you!

Specter reaches down and drags Vacant up to his feet. Once there, Specter reaches around his head and spins his mask around -- then plants both of his palms into the chest of Vacant and pushes him backwards into his corner. Jesse, although gasping for air, takes this opportunity while Vacant is blinded to tag himself in with a slap on the shoulder of his partner.

Dunn - Back to Jesse.

Williams springboards to the top rope and front flips off towards Specter, who rolls out of the way. Jesse over-rotates and lands on his feet at the same time Specter gets back up to his feet from the roll. Williams attempts a second superkick on Specter, but he dodges it with ease and swoops around behind Jesse. Out of pure instinct, Jesse throws his left elbow backwards and connects across the cheekbone of Specter. In a flash, Jesse takes off against the set of ropes he is facing and charges back at Specter. He telegraphs the move and bends over -- but Jesse rolls over the back of Specter and lands on his feet behind him. This time Specter throws his right elbow back, but Williams blocks it and spins Specter around to face him. As Specter turns he is met with a sharp toe kick to the abdomen from Jesse, which doubles Specter over for a moment to catch his breath. Instead of following up, Jesse turns and runs at Slayer and nails him with a running elbow which sends him flying off the apron and down to a crashing hault on the steel ring barricade -- much to the delight of the OWF fans.

Diamond - What a cheap shot!

Williams turns around and barely ducks a clothesline from Specter. As he slides under the extended left arm of his opponent, Jesse hooks Specter and slides him down to the mat into a crucifix pinfall combination. The referee falls to his knees...1...2...Specter kicks himself out of it and rolls backwards up to his feet while Jesse pushes himself up from all fours. Specter stands over Williams, but Jesse is able to take out Specter with a double leg takedown and follows it up by flipping over with a hold of both of his legs into another pinning situation. The referee drops to the mat again...1...2....Specter pulls his legs free and planst them on the mat. Using that leverage he bridges his back up as he wraps both of his arms around the waist of Jesse who lays on top of him. Both men get to their feet with Specter spinning Jesse around and lifting him up into a powerbomb position. Williams slides down the back of Specter with ease and runs against the nearest set of ropes. As he hits them back first, he is stopped in his tracks and jerked face-first down to the mat by a recovered EJ Slayer on the outside of the ring.

Falcoon - Now that's a cheap shot.

Diamond - Well I say an eye for an eye, my friend.

Steel - Does this guy have any idea what he's talking about?

Dunn - Do you?

Steel - Keep talking, boy.

Specter approaches the fallen Jesse Williams and drags him to his feet. He lifts him over his shoulder and walks to the nearest corner, placing him in a seated position on the top turnbuckle. While still on the mat, Specter throws a stiff forearm to the face of Williams which nearly sends him backwards off the turnbuckle. Specter then begins to climb up the ropes, standing on the second rope and locking Jesse in a front face lock. He tosses Williams' arm over his head as both men step up to the top rope with Specter holding Jesse in a suplex position

Kissens - I don't like this.

Williams fires away in desperation with short closed fists to the abdomen of Specter and is able to push him down off the top rope and into the ring. Jesse stands tall.

Falcoon - What's he gonna--

Specter leaps from the ring and up to the second rope -- grabbing Jesse in a reverse front face lock. In one movement he leaps off the turnbuckle and delivers a diving bulldog from the second rope. Specter holds his tailbone in a bit of discomfort while Jesse rolls along the mat holding his face in obvious amounts of pain.

Dunn - Again the high flying tactics of Jesse are twarted.

Kissens - He said he was going to try to go back to that. I don't know though, he hasn't been successful so far.

Diamond - Don't make plans for him to be.

Specter pulls himself up and he stands over Jesse who is face down on the mat. He reaches down, butterflying the left arm of Jesse and grabbing him around his throat with Specters right forearm. He drags Jesse to his feet and locks in a chickenwing.

Falcoon - Could we see a Prank Masturbation?

Diamond - A what?

Steel - That's what I said.

Specter tries to grapvine Jesse's leg, but Williams fights it off. Vacant is reaching into the ring, looking for the tag and the fans are stomping their feet in anticipation. Specter keeps the chickenwing locked on Jesse, struggling to hook his leg for a front leg sweep. Williams begins to lose strength and in a last ditch effort charges backwards, slamming Specter back first into his corner. Vacant tries to tag himself in, but Specter quickly charges out of the corner and maintains the chickenwing on Jesse. Jesse falls to one knee, his face turning a bright red as the referee checks on him.

Falcoon - Specter was going for that chickenwing front face legsweep, but he'll settle for choking out Jesse.

Dunn - That's for sure.

Williams bursts right back up to his feet and wraps his free left arm around behind his head and grabs the back of Specters head. Jesse charges at Specter's corner and runs up the turnbuckle -- breaking free of the chickenwing and sending Specter face first into the turnbuckle. Slayer tags into the ring and Jesse turns, looking to Vacant...

Steel - What is he going to do now.

Diamond - Be a man!

Dunn - He should be smart!

Kissens - Can he trust Vacant y'all?

Jesse dives at the last second and tags in Vacant and the entire arena explodes.

Falcoon - YES! Jesse WILLINGLY tags in Vacant!

Vacant charges into the ring and runs directly at EJ Slayer, crashing into him ith a hard shoulder charge much to the fans delight. Slayer stumbles, which allows Vacant to take him down with a drop toe hold. Energized by the fans, Vacant locks in a one legged Boston Crab on EJ Slayer.

Dunn - The Perrylizer!

Slayer is able to grab the ropes easily, but Vacant refuses to let go. The referee begins the manditory five count, and Vacant lets go at four and three quarters. Slayer holds his knee, which prompts a hard stomp from the boot of Vacant. When EJ Slayer rolls into the center of the ring, Vacant is fueled and smashes upon the knee of Slayer with a firm stomp once again. Immediately following that, Vacant picks up Slayer only to be taken down with an arm drag out of nowhere. Vacant bounces right up and takes EJ Slayer down with a snapmare takedown, followed by a snap kick to the back of his head. EJ rolls back up and pushes Vacant away from him, then charges at him with his right arm extended for a clothesline. Vacant, first avoiding the clothesline, hooks the arm of EJ Slayer at the elbow and floats over behind his back and grabs EJ in a front face lock as he lands on his feet. He tosses EJ's arm over his head and attemps to lift him up for a suplex, but Slayer is too heavy of a load to lift. Vacant attempts again, but to no avail. EJ Slayer comes to and reverses the tide, lifting Vacant vertically into the air in a suplex position. He holds him there for a few second before Vacant begins kicking his legs. Slayer loses his grip and Vacant floats over behind Slayer and dropkicks him right in the back of his head.

Falcoon - Vacant is in control!

Diamond - In control? What a lucky move!

Slayer crashes face-first into his corner and Specter tags himself in -- but this doesnt stop Vacant from irish whipping Slayer a second time towards the opposite set of ropes and dumping him over the top and to the outside.

Kissens - The Vacancy!

Diamond - What a crummy move.

Specter comes up behind Vacant and tosses him over the top rope, and turns his back to gloat to the fans. Meanwhile, Vacant is holding onto the top rope with both hands. He pulls himself back into the ring and he charges at Specter, rolling him up from behind with a school boy pin...1...2...kickout by Specter. Williams glances down at EJ Slayer who is down on the outside and he steps across the apron to the exact point where Slayer is on the concrete. Williams back flips off the apron and executes a Phoenix Splash across the chest of EJ Slayer on the concrete. The fans go nuts as both men lay down on the outside.

Dunn - That's an impressive display of agility.

Steel - I didn't think he had that high flying stuff left in him.

Diamond - Specter and Slayer made sure to cut it out from under him earlier.

Kissens - But it seems they couldn't hold back the selfproclaimed beast that Jesse has become.

Falcoon - Very true.

Both Slayer and Specter get up at about the same time and charge at each other. Vacant leap frogs over Specter, and stops in his tracks while Specter runs towards the ropes. He bounces back and Vacant rolls Specter backwards and into a one legged boston crab.

Dunn - Another Perrylize--

Suddenly, Specter reverses the hold and locks Vacant in a one legged crab of his own.

Dunn - Can I?

Falcoon - Go ahead.

Dunn - ...ANOTHER Perrylizer!

Vacant is stuck in the middle of the ring with Specter wrenching his leg back at an awkward angle. Jesse and Slayer are both down on the outside and the referee is in the face of Vacant checking on him. He yells in pain, digging his finger tips into the mat as he tries to crawl to the ropes but he can't even muster up an inch.

Diamond - He's got nowhere to go!

Steel - Pft, I'd like to see Specter try this on me!

Vacant plants both of his palms onto the mat and tries to push himself off the mat, but he quickly collapses to the mat. He begins to tap out and the referee signals for the bell.

Falcoon - That's it?

Kissens - That's it!

Specter keeps the hold upon Vacant as the bell rings, and the referee walks over and tries to break the hold.

Missy Janson - The winners of this match....The team of EJ Slayer and Specter!

Specter doesn't let go yet, but finally EJ walks over as Frankie Diamond leaves the announcers booth. He grabs the microphone from Missy Janson, holding his ribs and gasping for air. Williams lays on the outside of the ring, holding his head in a lot of pain.

EJ Slayer - Williams...Do you hear that? That's the first sign that the end is coming for you. You want an FTW Match? Too bad. I am 2-0 against you now, so the way I see it I make the rules. And I say it's going to be a normal singles match.

The fans give a mixed reaction while Williams barks obscenities at Slayer who starts backpeddling up the ramp staring at Jesse.

EJ Slayer - Unless you'd like me to take precious Nicholas backstage and tell him what his mother has been up to lately.

Vacant, in too much pain to care what Slayer is saying is ignoring his rant.

EJ Slayer - So, do we have a deal? Normal Match at the PPV for your World Title?

Jesse nods up and down as a look of rage consumes his face.

EJ Slayer - Smart boy. See you then.

Slayer disappears behind the curtain with Frankie Diamond right behind him.

Steel - Well that's my cue...thanks for the chair.

Falcoon - Chair?

Trent picks up the folding chair he's been sitting on and rushes to the ring. He leaps up to the top turnbuckle and flies at Specter who ducks into the ring. Jesse charges at Trent as he lands on the ouside and Trent ducks the shot. Trent calls for a mic and Jackie tosses one to him as Jesse throws a superkick at the face of Steel, which misses but keeps him on the outside of the ring. He begins retreating up the ramp, but he stops halfway up. He glares down at the ring as Specter stands at the bottom of the ramp watching him. Jesse slides into the ring to check on Vacant.

Trent Steel - WHOA! All right you people want to see me and Jesse go at it!

The fans cheer.

Trent Steel - Overtime, one on one? You'd love that wouldn't you Jesse?

Williams nods his head as he stares at Steel.

Trent Steel - Before we get down to business, I want to address my opponent at the PPV. He wants to take back his LillyAss Title. Your not going to get the chance...You want to make this a submission match...FINE! You know what though...If you lose...I dare you to say no to this you little bitch because it will prove just how much of a fucking little bitch you are...If you lose Specter...You have to admit. ADMIT OWF IS BETTER THAN M...V...W!!!! You are going to win bitch but when you do you still lose.

Trent turns to Jesse and stares him directly in the eyes.

Trent Steel - You ready? You want this?...Tough shit.

Trent drops the mic and disappears behind the curtains of the entrance ramp.

Falcoon - Trent Steel just promised and didn't fulfil?

Dunn - He screwed Jesse out of what he wanted and didn't even punch him!

Kissens - Looks like Jesse aint to happy about this ya'll.

Trent turns and smirks as hears the chorus of boo's from the fans. Trent goes behind the curtain as Vacant tries to get Jesse to calm down. Jesse pushes Vacant away from him.

Dunn - There is trouble in paradise.

Kissens - No doubt about it.

Falcoon - And the four plus month win streaks of Vacant and Jesse Williams have ended here tonight.

Dunn - I wonder if that trend will continue at Drift & Die!

Falcoon - We'll find out in just six days! See you all then!