The camera’s open up outside the arena. The sun is beginning to set in front of the beautiful Monterrey Arena in Mexico. Many of the remaining Mexicans fans are anxiously waiting in line to enter the arena. From in front of the building, a black Audi comes roaring up and slams on its brakes, squealing it’s tires before coming to a complete stop in front of the main entrance. The crowd begins to applaud the stuntman like antics. The driver’s side door swings open, and out steps the one and only... X-Terminator wearing a full black suit ensemble. He is also wearing a pair of black Oakley sun glasses. He opens the back door and grabs his sports bag with all of his belongings. He also grabs his PDA and Blood Titles from the back seat and carries them in one hand. The crowd all applaud at the arrival of OWF's Double Champion. He walks towards the entrance, seemingly on a mission, ignoring the cries from his grateful fans. Before even entering the arena, he is rushed by Garrett Greene with a microphone in hand.

Garrett Greene - X-T.. X-T! Can we just have a moment of your time to answer a few questions?

X-Terminator - Can't you see that I am in a hurry. God, this fashionably late idea just adds un-needed stress.

Garrett Greene - Excuse me? Whatever, it doesn’t matter. X-T, what are you plans for Skotty Surph? Why have you been acting a little cockier since the pay per view? Why have you been talking trash behind other wrestler’s backs backstage? And finally, why weren’t you at Vacant`s birthday party!

X-Terminator - Who’s Vacant?

Garrett Greene - You know, the wrestler. Our I heart Moxie Champion. The only man to..

X-T brushes Garrett to his side and continues walking towards the entrance to the arena at the fans disapproval.

X-Terminator - Sorry pal, I don`t have time for these name games of yours..

X-T swings the door open to the arena and walks in as the door slams shut from behind. Standing alone is Garrett Greene

Garrett Greene - What an asshole!

That creates an enormous pop from the remaining ticket holders on the outside. Garrett smiles to himself as the cameras cut to the show intro.

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.

The cameras open up inside of the sold out Monterrey Arena as the music of Chevelle keeps pumping up the crowd. Bright pyrotechnics shoot off all over the stage and from the tops of the ring posts, sending the crowd even deeper into their frenzy. Through the rabid screams, and waiving of their signs, a deep gutteral chant of "O-W-F! O-W-F!" resonates throughout the arena. The cameras pan around ringside as the pyro shuts down and the smoke fills the arena. The house lights turn back up to full blast while streaming colored lights shine all over the different sections of the crowd.

Falcoon - AHHHHOOOO!!! Welcome the final Monday Addi--

"Power to Destroy" hits, and the crowd quickly stands to boo the man that they know is coming, as EJ Slayer walks out from behind the curtain, Frankie Diamond in tow.

Dunn - Damn interruptions.

Falcoon - Once he leaves, we're doing our full intro. I don't care.

EJ Slayer is wearing a NLW shirt and carrying the duffel bag, and Frankie is dressed in a business suit. The fans continue to boo, but Slayer pays them no mind, entering the ring.

Frankie Diamond - Do we have your attention yet, OWF?

The crowd boos loudly, causing Frankie to sneer a bit.

Frankie Diamond - That's what I thought.

Frankie hands the microphone over to Slayer, causing the boos to grow even louder.

EJ Slayer - Good to see that all of you are starting to pay attention to what's going on around here.

Slayer reaches into the duffel bag, yanking out the OWF t-shirt he descrated at NLW's Uprising.

EJ Slayer - This shirt, it represents everything that is wrong in this industry. The moment I stepped into this company I knew it was a waste. All you see in this place is over-hyped stuntmen diving off high places to try to get a cheap rise out of the crowd.

Slayer tosses the shirt to the mat, stepping on it.

EJ Slayer - I tried to save this place from itself, I truly did. I extended my hand to assist this company, and you all spit in my face. Even your champion disregarded my attempts to show him a better path.

The fans boo even louder, and a "Jesse" chant starts up. Slayer shakes his head before pointing to his shirt.

EJ Slayer - I thought I'd take this time to assure you that I am not affiliated with NLW. The people in that company are just as bad as the people here, but the staff there understands what this business is about. They don't allow their employees to risk life and limb for little pay and little future. Where will the lot of you fans be when a Jesse Williams breaks his neck? You'd be there to spit on him, that's where! This whole damn industry is a waste--

"Second to None" By Styles of Beyond hits and former NLW champion The Ice Man steps out onto the stage, mic in hand.

Dunn - Who the hell is that?

Kissens - That's Ice Man from NLW. He's a former World Champion.

He waits a few moments for his music to stop and everything to quiet down before speaking.

The Ice Man - A waste? You think this industry is a waste. Slayer, I have news for you. I have been here all night, checking out the way this place works, and I have worked under the banner of several different federations. The only waste that comes to mind is you.

Ice begins to walk forward as he talks.

EJ Slayer - Who in the F--

The Ice Man - It seems to me that things haven't gone the way you wanted, and instead of manning up and maybe growing a pair you have chosen to run around and throw a little tantrum like the baby you are. And when nobody here would listen you decided to try and find somebody who would.

The Ice Man reaches the ring and makes his way up the stairs and through the ropes.

The Ice Man - Well EJ, somebody in NLW did listen, me. Unfortunately for you all I heard was "wah wah wah, kick my ass and shut me the fuck up".

EJ Slayer - A tantrum? I'm here to save this industry from itself, and you're all really starting to piss me off with your inability to recognize the service I am providing for them. I would've thought by now the lot of you would've gotten the message, but I'll be glad to make an example of you.

EJ throws down the microphone and gets in The Ice Man's face. Ice Man likewise drops his microphone, and the two stare each other down before Frankie hits Ice Man from behind. EJ uses the distraction to deck the former NLW Champion, and the two start to trade blows before Ice Man levels EJ with a lariat, causing the crowd to roar in approval. With Slayer down, Ice Man turns his attention to Frankie, lifting him up and holding him on his shoulders, posing for the crowd before bringing him down with The Ice Pick! Frankie's leg is quickly grabbed, and Slayer yanks him out of the ring, bailing as Ice Man stands in the center of the ring, taunting him. He receives a loud cheer from the OWF faithful as he stands tall.

Falcoon - He seemed to have just about enough of Slayer.

Dunn - I can agree with him on that.

Kissens - These NLW guys showing up isn't just a phase, is it?

Dunn - I don't think so. I think they are here to stay.

Kissens - That's good I guess.

Dunn - Okay Gordie. Lets redo the intro.

Falcoon - You sure? Should I do another "AAAAHOOOO"

Dunn - You just did. That's two, and that is two too many.

Falcoon - Okay...Well, welcome OWF fans to the last Addiction in Mexico!

Dunn - There we go. Like we never got interrupted.

Kissens - Yep!

Dunn - And thank god we're getting out of Mexico, I'm tired of this place.

The cameras pan into ring side, showing the three announcers looking directly into the camera.

Kissens - I was just starting to like it!

Falcoon - We have a very big night planned for you fans tonight, so thank you for joining us. I am Gordie Falcoon, joined by as always James Dunn and Jackie Kissens.

Dunn - Oh we get intro's tonight? Lucky us.

Kissens - It was a nice touch.

Falcoon - I thought so. Hold on a minute, there's something going on backstage.

Dunn - What? Already?

Falcoon - Trent Steel is arriving in the parking lot.

Dunn - What?

Kissens - Just pay attention to the OWF Tron!

Trent Steel is walking in the parking when a man wearing black pants and a black hooded sweater approaches him. Steel doesn't see the man, and is startled when the man appears right in his face.

Trent Steel - What the...

Man - Are you Trent Steel?

Trent Steel - Who wants to know?

Man - Are you Trent Steel?

Trent Steel - Maybe. I am, maybe I'm not, depends on who wants to know.

The man in the hooded sweater shows his face from underneath the hood and his no one familiar to OWF fans, there is a big scar alongside the side of his cheek.

Man - I'm looking for a man by the name of Trent Steel. This name keeps popping up in my mind. Trent Steel. Trent Steel. Trent Steel.

Trent Steel - Are you retarded or something man?

Man - I need to talk to Trent Steel, he might be able to help me with my problem.

Trent Steel - What is your problem man? I got to hurry up and tend to some business.

Man - I don't know who I am. Trent Steel might know who I am. Are you Trent Steel?

Trent Steel - How the hell did you get back here?

Man - I need to speak to Trent Steel.

Trent Steel - I'm not Trent Steel. He's probably hanging out backstage. Now leave me alone man.

An OWF security guard makes his routine check of the parking lot and waves at Trent Steel.

Security Guard- Yo! Trent Steel!

Trent Steel motions with his hands and shakes his head to let the guard know not to mention his name.

Security Guard - Trent Steel, you da' man!

Before Trent Steel can react, the Man punches him in the side of the face, then kicks him in the stomach, another swift punch to the chin drops Trent Steel to the floor. The OWF security guard walkie talkies for back-up and then rushes towards the man that just attacked Trent Steel. The guard charges with his baton, but with quick and agile motions, the man grabs the guards hands, spins him around, and strikes him in the head with the baton. The guard falls to the floor and lays motionless. The man stands atop Trent Steel and bends down so his face is right aboves Trent's.

Man - Trent Steel, do you know who I am?

Trent Steel - I've never seen you before in my life. Who the hell are you?

The Man shakes his head and kicks Trent Steel for good measure, OWF security finally arrive and chase after the Man, but he disappears quickly into the shadows of the parking lot.

Falcoon - What was that all about? Who was that guy?

Dunn - I think it was a wrestler from NLW.

Kissens - Does he have a name?

Dunn - It's that mystery guy who doesn't know his name. He calls himself question mark question mark question mark.

Falcoon - Or is it 3 question marks?

Dunn - I don't know, but it looks like he may have some sort of business with Trent Steel.

Kissens - So the guy doesn't have a name? He doesn't know who he is? That's a bitch of a contract to sign.

Dunn - Yeah, they'll let anybody into the NLW, that's the difference between that federation and ours.

Falcoon - Enough about that, I was just about to tell the folks about our PDA Title Match, our Reverse Scaffold Match and our--

The feed is cut and reopens backstager. X-Terminator is seen backstage in his lockeroom preparing his ring attire for the match. He lays it out evenly on the bench beside him where his titles also sit. A knock is promptly heard at the door.

X-Terminator - And now what could this be all about..

X-T realizes that it could be a setup. Always on guard, he reaches into his black duffel bag and pulls out a lead pipe. He slowly approaches the door as the knocks are heard again, this time louder and longer. XT ducks to the side of the door, reaches for the handle. He quickly swings the door open and yields the pipe simultaneously.

Trent Steel - Whoa there killer! Put the pipe down before you hurt yourself. I've already had to deal with one asshole who wanted to attack me tonight as I pulled up here.

X-Terminator - He rough you up?

Trent Steel - Few punches and kicks. Nothing I can't handle. But that's besides the point...I’m here to simply congratulate you..

X-Terminator - Congratulate me? Oh how touching. Now let me congratulate you, on being the biggest Lillyass I have ever met. You know, it is only fitting that you won the tears title. Not only are you a Lillyass, but your a crying Lillyass at that! Some title..

Trent Steel - Can we stop with this schoolyard bullshit for two seconds? We won the tag team titles. WE are the tag team champions.

X-Terminator - That’s right!

Trent Steel - We are the best in the world..

X-Terminator - Even better than Fusion?

The crowd chuckles at those remarks. Steel looks stunned and doesn’t know how to respond.

Trent Steel - As much as I hate you, I will give credit where credit is due. You are one hell of a competitor. On that note, along with my hatred towards Hang Ten, I am offering you my services in your match tonight. You know you can’t go it alone. Especially after the beatings we both took at Drift and Die.

X-Terminator - Your services? Like what? A pre game blowjob?

The crowd erupts in laughter. X-Terminator chants begin to follow throughout the arena, but not as loud as in the past. A mix of subtle boos are heard.

Trent Steel - No you retard. Surph is gonna have a few tricks up his sleeve. We all know he doesn’t want to lose to you, again. Wave will be around, don’t forget about that.

X-Terminator - Listen, if I needed you help, I would ask for it. I have been doing this for ten years on my own. I don’t need someone like you to hold my hand, understood?

XT reaches for the door and swings it open. He remains staring at Trent Steel pointing his hand in the direction of the exit. The cameras pan to Trent’s view, as there stands Skotty Surph yielding a barbed wire baseball bat with an enormous grin on his face. X-Terminator is completely oblivious to this.

Trent Steel - Oh, I understand.

X-Terminator - Now if you don’t mind, id like to be alone.

Trent glances down to his wrist, looking at a wrist watch before glancing up to the ceiling with his eyes while counting to himself.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Trent Steel - Seems like it’s a little too late for that.

X-Terminator - What the hell was that? Was that the ring bell? Is the show starting alrea--

At that moment, Skotty swings the barbed wire bat connecting the left rib cage of X-Terminator. In surprise, he drops to the floor of his dressing room yielding his stomach in absolute pain. The assault continues right in front of Trent Steel, as he simply stands there and allows the beatings to continue. Skotty lands two direct shots with the bat into the throat of X-Terminator as he struggles and squirms for safety. From the outside, Jared Wave is seen rushing a referee to the dressing room. He pushes the referee into the room as Surph grabs both the legs in a bridge like pinning position. The ref begins to make the count. 1...2... kickout!

Falcoon - What the hell?

X-Terminator miraculously kicks out of the pin after the assault as a shot of Trent Steel applauding with a tremendous smile on his face. X-T stands up and runs out of the room, with Skotty in pursuit. The cameras cut back to the announcer booths.

Dunn - Seems as if the main event has already started here folks, and its all taking place backstage!

Kissens - Ugh, I hate when that happens.

Falcoon - Well folks, we'll be sure to bring you all the action as it happens.

Dunn - It's good to see the PDA division back and being used to it's full potential.

Falcoon - I agree, I missed the random acts of bloodshed.

Dunn - See, you're not as gay as everyone things.

Falcoon - Everyone? Even you Jackie?

Kissens - Uh, you're not?

Dunn - Why do you think she hasn't slept with you?

Falcoon - ...

Kissens - Sorry babe.

From ringside, Missy Janson stands out of her seat and pulls a microphone from the table. She slowly begins to walk towards the nearest corner of the ring, adorned with a set of steel ring steps.

Dunn - Well while you get over that shocker, it appears its time for the first actual match of the night.

Kissens - It's not that crummy earn your contract, is it?

Dunn - No. They both didn't show up.

Kissens - Jerks.

Missy slowly ascends the stairs, making her way onto the ring apron and inside the ring with one bound. The fans cheer her approach into the center of the ring, as she takes a position facing the camera with the live feed. The fans slowly quiet down as Missy raises her right hand, holding the microphone, towards her mouth.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the final Monday Addiction in Mexico!

The fans roar as her translated words shoot through the speakers.

Missy Janson - The first match of the night is scheduled for a one fall, with a fifteen minute time limit. It is a Conditions Pending Match, where if Drake Munday can pin or submit...The Diamond Kid with in fifteen minutes, the two men will team up for a future OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Title Shot. If...

Missy sighs.

Missy Janson - The Diamond Kid can outlast the fifteen minutes, or pins or submits Munday within the time limit, he will face Drake in a PDA Rules match at Cold Black Day.

The fans roar at the announcement, while Missy continues on.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Phoenix, Arizona...The Diamond Kid!

"Time" by Pink Floyd hits the speakers. Immediately from the back walks Scott Kidd, looking furious at the announcements.

Falcoon - CJ is really putting the screws to him since he came back.

Dunn - Serves him right. He screwed so many people, he deserves it.

Kissens - I do agree.

Dunn - And that sour puss he has on his face is no way justified, because he's a wrestler now.

Scott walks down the ramp and rolls under the ropes and into the ring to a thunderous applause.

Falcoon - What about getting lower billing than Munday?

Dunn - He's accomplished less than Munday. DK needs to swallow his ego.

Scott Kidd stands up and retreats to his corner, while the music fades out. Missy again lifts the microphone to her mouth.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Green Bay, Wisconsin...Drake Munday!

The lights go out, Paint It Black hits the PA as the lights turn back on to reveal Drake Munday standing on the stage, hands on hips, his face dull. He walks slowly down the ramp, soaking in his surroundings, as he finally reaches the end of the ramp, one of the crowd goes an insult to far, Drake hurriedly walks back and exchanges words with the member of the crowd, until one of the officials at last separates them, drake climbs into the ring and prepares to start the match.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

15:00

Drake wastes no time, bursting right into a sprint directly at Scott Kidd. Kidd sidesteps Munday, allowing him to continue sprinting towards the opposite set of ropes. Drake bounces off of them, back first, and heads right back for Scott with his right arm fully extended. Kidd is able to drive his shoulder into the chest of Munday with a shoulder block that stops him right in his tracks. Scott rears back, nailing Drake with a right hand that sends him right to his back. The fans are cheering for both men while Scott remains on the offensive.

Dunn - Munday doesn't have a chance.

Kissens - He seems to think differently. Otherwise he wouldn't be out here.

Falcoon - If he doesn't think differently then he shouldn't be wrestling. Period.

Drake Munday fights his way back up to his feet, pushing Scott Kidd away from him for only a moment to catch his breath. Kidd steps right back in, only to be caught with a european uppercut across his jaw from Munday.

12:42

As Scott stumbles backwards, Munday lunges at him and takes him down flat to his back with a double leg takedown. Once there he pulls himself up in Scott's guard, throwing right and left hands at his face. A majority of the shots connect before Kidd brings his knees up to his chest and plants both of his feet into the midsection of Munday. He pushes Drake up to his feet and out of his guard, quickly spinning his way back up to his feet. Once he stands, Scott is met flush across his left cheek with the sole of Munday's boot. This sends him backpeddling into the corner, where he gets hung up back first. Drake slowly approaches.

Kissens - Munday's in control. Yikes, did I just say that?

Dunn - I think so.

Once Drake gets within reaching distance of Scott he rears his right hand back and nails a knife edge chop right across his pectorals. Munday then bends down, grabbing Kidd around the waist and lifting him to a sitting position on the top rope. He swings up with another right hand for good measure, before he begins climbing up the ring ropes as well.

08:21

When Drake gets up to the second rope he is met with a quick jab to his ribs that startles him. Kidd follows up with a forearm strike, which stuns Drake even further. Scott leaps up to a standing position on the top rope and he sunset flips over Munday, trying to bring him down with a powerbomb off the second rope -- but Munday holds on tightly to the top rope.

Falcoon - DK is trying with all his might!

Drake fights back by releasing the grip he has on the ropes with his right hand and using it to drive punch after punch into the skull of Kidd. Eventually he weakens enough for Munday to get out of the precarious position while Scott Kidd holds his head while down on one knee. From behind, Drake Munday rears his right leg back and unleashes a vicious shin kick right across the exposed back of Scott Kidd.

05:48

Scott drops down to both knees and Munday again rears back before whipping a second shin kick across the spine of Kidd. Munday laughs while Scott hunches over to all fours trying to crawl to the ropes. Drake brings a double axe handle smash across his back, slamming Kidd face first to the mat. He promply pushes himself up, only to be stomped down across his shoulder blades by the boot of Munday.

Kissens - This really could go any way at this point.

Dunn - And we are nearing five minutes left.

Munday lifts Scott up, grabbing him in a front face lock. He tosses Kidd's arm over his head and whips him over his back with a snap suplex. Munday sits right up while Scott holds the back of his head on his back. Drake pulls himself to his feet, holding his back a bit, and then approaches the fallen Kidd. He grabs a hold of Scott by his hair and drags him to his feet, where Kidd strikes at him with a thrust to the throat.

Falcoon - DK is trying.

Munday is stunned and this allows Scott to bounce off the nearest set of ropes. Upon returning, he ducks a clothesline attempt from Munday and continues running towards the opposite set of ropes.

02:16

Once he charges back at Drake, Munday bends down looking for a back body drop but Scott stops right in his tracks and places Munday's head between his legs. Scott butterflies Drake's arms and lifts a knee up into the exposed of Munday for good measure. He lifts him up and drives him head first into the mat with a variation of the pedigree.

Dunn - The Basher!

Falcoon - Munday is done!

Scott covers the lifeless body of Munday as the referee slides into place and administers the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Sc-- I mean...THE DIAMOND KID!!

Falcoon - So DK gets to take on Munday at Cold Black Day in a PDA Match.

Dunn - What does he get out of that?

Kissens - I don't know, but I think it's all CJ's work anyways.

Scott stands motionless with his hands on his hips as he looks down to his beaten opponent. He sighs before reaching down and grabbing Drake Munday by the hand and pulling him to his feet. Drake looks stunned and stays in a "T" stance waiting for Scott to strike him. Scott turns his back to Drake and reaches over the ropes to grab a mic from Missy Janson.

Scott Kidd - You don't deserve this....

Scott says while shaking his head from side to side.

Scott Kidd - You don't deserve to come out here, night after night just to be let down again. You've worked your ass off Drake Munday and god damn it.... I respect that. I respect ALL OF YOU! Every wrestler that laces his boots up deserves better then what CJ and the OWF gives them! That's why I'm here! I'm not here for me... Lord knows I have better things to do with my time! I'm here for all of YOU! I'm here to provide you with the benefits you deserve! I'm here to premote you to a higher level! And I'm here to tell you that Chase Johnson isn't the deciding factor in this business... Open door policy? What a joke.... If you want FAIR and EQUAL representation then you need to come to us...

Scott lowers his mic and points towards the OWF-tron.... The tron is blank, but in seconds a large white tarp drapes from the rafters and covers the tron up. As the tarp unfolds the words "United Outsider's of Wrestling" are dawned in bright yellow to all of the crowd.

Scott Kidd - Chase.. We're not gonna let you run down the future of wrestling! The law states that it only takes ONE signature of ONE employee to bring a union in... I've already got two!... And YOU..... DRAKE MUNDAY...

Scott pauses as he retrieves a card for the back pocket of his tights and hands it to Drake Munday.

Scott Kidd - You could be #3!

"Time" by Pink Floyd hits as Scott slides out of the ring and leaves Drake with the decision of a life time.

Falcoon - CJ is NOT going to be happy about this.

Dunn - I can't blame him. He gives the wrestlers a lot of rights.

Falcoon - Scott is trying to stir the pot, I suppose.

We cut backstage to Rockstar's locker room, which he shares with Teewrex and Cokekid. Him and Teewrex are playing with OWF Trading Cards.

Teewrex - Umm..I don't want to swap Jesse Williams for Mike Van Pelt...

Rockstar - It's a good deal, c'mon, you know you want the MVP card!

Cokekid - Yeeaah, dude, rock on...

Teewrex - Uhh..What's wrong with him?

Rockstar - I don't even want to know.

Suddenly Sythe bursts in, panting.

Cokekid - Duuuuddeee, I've been looking for ya!

Sythe - Not right now, I'll Pot with you later, I gotta talk to Rockstar.

Rockstar sighs.

Rockstar - What is it now?

Sythe - I heard that you, and two other dudes were doing a new stable...

Rockstar - Uh-Huh...

Sythe - Well, can i join?

Rockstar - No, Fuck off...

Sythe sighs and leaves with Cokekid in tow, Teewrex and Rockstar continue playing.

Teewrex - So can I join this stable?

Rockstar - Go fuck your mom.

Teewrex leaves, obviously upset and Rockstar takes the Jesse Williams card and replaces it with a MVP one.

Rockstar - Hehe.

Falcoon - What the hell is this all about?

Dunn - It's a new fad.

Kissens - I own a bunch of cards, myself.

Falcoon - I mean Rockstars stable.

Dunn - Oh. I know T-Money is there.

Kissens - Yeah.

Falcoon - You're no help.

The feed cuts from the view of Rockstar's shared locker room to another point backstage, with the voice overs of the announcers continuing.

Dunn - Here's our second update.

Falcoon - Well the first one was more of a notice, this is the first update.

Kissens - Does it really matter? Gah, more blood y'all? I'm not watching.

Dunn - What if X-T has a dickslip on live television?

Kissens - I'm DVR-ing the show so I'll be able to rewind and pause.

Falcoon - Hahaha. Gross.

Trent Steel is seen hovering around a concession stand. He leaves with a large back of popcorn and a bottle of beer. He pulls up a seat next to the concession stand and begins to eat. Moments after, X-Terminator and Skotty Surph are seen battling down the hallways. Throwing each other into walls and any object they can find. They blow past Trent Steel, unaware that he is even there. They continue to brawl as XT gets the upper hands, landing a standing dropkick to the side of the skull of Surph. X-Terminator crawls to his feet and wipes the blood from his face. He is split open in several places. Surph slowly begins to move from the floor below. X-Terminator walks over to a nearby concession table and wipes the table clean of its ingredients. He grabs surph by the neck and slams his head face first into the wooden table. Surph stumbles back and is caught by X-Terminator in a DDT position.

Kissens - Oh my god!

Dunn - I think Surph has finally been X-Terminated.

Falcoon - That was lame.

X-Terminated connects, as Surph is planted into the wooden table by an under hook DDT. The table shatters into a million pieces. X-Terminator holds his ribs in absolute torture. He eventually works up the energy to make the pin.

Kissens - He’s going for it here, y'all.

Falcoon - And by the looks of it, Surph is dead until all of that debris.

The ref drops to make the count. 1...2... It's broken up as Jared Wave comes lunging from across the hall and nails X-Terminator in the back with a forearm smash. Jared steps up and begins to stomp a mud hole into the bloody ribcage of X-Terminator. X-Terminator slowly fights to get to his feet. Jared quickly reaches into his trousers and pulls out a taser...He tases X-Terminator on the side of his wound as XT quickly flops like a dead fish. He drops to the floor after the attack and continues in convulsions. Jared attempts to help Skotty to his feet as Trent Steel continues to watch on, now drinking his beer.

Falcoon - X-T just got tased! I bet Skotty got that from Mundays dressing room.

Kissens - And how about Trent Steel. He has front row seats for this one, y'all.

Dunn - And seems to be enjoying every minute as much as we are.

The feed cuts back to a view of the announcers booth.

Dunn - Damn, I was just getting into it.

Kissens - And I was just about to vomit.

Falcoon - Jackie, you've seen much grosser things than PDA Matches.

Kissens - But X-T is better than that, y'all. He doesn't need to mess up his pretty face.

Dunn - How do you have a job?

Kissens - You're so funny James, Hahaha.

Dunn - I'm serious.

Falcoon - Yeah, I worked with Garrett Greene and he's much more qualified.

Dunn - You only have tits over him. And honey, they ain't that great.

Kissens - Shut up you two, I'm the best female announcer we've ever had.

Falcoon - You're the only female announcer we've ever had.

Kissens - ..And that makes me the best. Pft. Moron.

Dunn - Hahaha. Just go on Gordie, please, I can't. It's just...too funny.

James covers his mouth and bows his head, royally messing up on live television.

The feed cuts right back stage once again, only moments from the last update where Jared Wave joined up with Skotty.

Kissens - Again? Ugh.

The cameras pick up Skotty Surph and Jared Wave scurrying around backstage.

Falcoon - Hang Ten are on the prowl.

Dunn - You're looking at the next tag team champions, in my opinion.

Kissens - They don't even have a match for the titles. How can you put down my boys X-T and Trenty?

Dunn - Because of you just calling them "your" boys. Ewww. Do they Eiffel Tower you?

Kissens - What are you talking about!

Jared Wave - Where the fuck did he go? I was helping you to your feet, turned around and he was gone.

Skotty Surph - He couldn’t have made it far, not after being tased like that. Wait a second, what have we here?

Surph is a bloody mess as they are both yielding Kendo Sticks. The follow the trail of blood as it leaves to a door that is open only a little. They peak their heads inside the door to see the blood trail continue into the dark room. They look at the door as it reads “Boiler Room.” They look at each other as fear takes over for a split second. They creep the door open and make they way inside with their kendo sticks as protection. The coast seems to be clear. They walk past many boilers, seeing few rats scurrying along the floor. They follow the path until, it stops.

Skotty Surph - What the? That’s impossible!

Jared Wave - Unless...

They both look up, and as they do, X-Terminator swings down from the pipes above and nails them both with pipe wrenches. They both far hard and hold their faces in pain. Jared’s nose is now bloodied as well. XT jumps down from the pipes and runs quickly at Wave as he boot fucks Wave directly in the face playing his head like it was a football. Jared’s neck cracks back, as he lay motionless with XT scouring above him.

Falcoon - I think that field goal was good.

Kissens - And I think Jared Wave is done for the night.

Dunn - Wait, wait, wait. I can't just say nothing.

Falcoon - What?

Dunn - Your field goal line was lame!

Falcoon - Oooh, good burn. I only called you lame just fifteen minutes ago so using the same word again was REALLY funny.

Kissens - Come on, James. Be professional.

Dunn - Noooo! He just said--

Kissens - James, enough.

Dunn - But...Aw, fuck it.

Quickly, from behind X-T, Skotty Surph steps up and absorbs the pain from the wrench shot. He grabs his kendo stick and begins to lace X-Terminator’s body with it. XT simply stands there and smiles, begging Surph to give him more. Surph begins to hammer the kendo stick across the body of X-Terminator, eventually, the stick shatters. Surph looks up as X-Terminator is standing and smiling. Surph attempts to turn and run but is caught by the hair. X-Terminator pulls him back, but Surph reverses it and swings X-Terminator directly into a boiler. Steam and smoke begins to spew from all directions. The room is quickly engulfed in smoke as all wrestlers attempt to exit to safety. Surph and Wave slowly manage to make their way out of the boiler room, but X-Terminator is no where to be seen.

Kissens - Oh my god I think he is dead, y'all!

Dunn - Who, X-T? How many times have we said that now. You gotta be an idiot to think that is the last we will see of X-Terminator.

Falcoon - This match is back and forth, and seems to be anyone’s game.

Kissens - Except for the fact that for nearly the entirety of the match, it has been a two on one beat down.

Dunn - And where is Trent? The quadruple champs could possibly end this evening.

Falcoon - With any luck.

The feed immediately cuts backstage. The shot opens up with the only thing in sight are the dress shoes of a man in a suit. As the camera pans up, the man is seen holding a bag with a Nicaraguan Flag emblem on the side of the bag. The man in the suit is actually a chauffeur, and he is taking this bag to his client. When he reaches a hallway in the back of the arena, he spots a door that reads "EL PLAGA". He knocks on the door, as loud chatter is heard from the inside.

Voice - �Qui�n es?

Driver - El General, es su conductor, se�or.

Voice - Ah, okay!!! Yes, come on in!

The driver enters the locker room and darts towards the back. There are two men in the room, but the driver immediately bee-lines to the larger of the two, as he looks on smiling like a catholic schoolgirl.

Driver - El General, I have your "things" sir.

The larger man sitting in the back corner springs up and jumps up and down with his driver as if he just won the lottery. The other man in the opposite corner of the room, looks on as he is clueless to what is going on, only noticing that his counterpart is looking like a 10 year old fan who jus saw their favorite wrestler. The large man notices how his companion is staring at him, and realizes how much of a fool he just looked like. His face fills with rage as he turns towards his driver.

Voice - �Consiga el infierno fuera de aqu�! (Get the hell out of here!)

The driver looks stunned as he is appalled at his clients sudden foul nature.

Voice - �Espera! Yo s�lo hablo como este porque yo no quiero parecerse a un tonto completo delante de mi amigo. Todo es fino, y usted no tiene nada preocuparse por. (Wait! I'm only talking like this because I don't want to look like a complete fool in front of my friend. Everything is fine, and you have nothing to worry about.)

The driver nods in approval and walks out of the locker room. The larger man looks at his friend and exclaims.

Voice - Porta my boy! Do I have a suprise for you!!

Porta Prince - Suprise?!? What the hell you talkin about now, Somoza??

Vernon Somoza - Well I br-

Porta Prince - Wait........WHERE did you get that t-shirt??

Porta points down and the camera zooms in on Somoza t-shirt. It has a skull w/ no jawbone in the background with the words "FUn Can Kill YOU" written on the front. The back has a diseased needle on it with the words, "EL PLAGA" written underneath the symbol.

Vernon Somoza - Why it's our....BRAND NEW T-SHIRT!!

Porta Prince - Wow! How can I get myself one of those??

Vernon Somoza - Simple! just go to OWFwrestling.com and order using the order # PLAGA1

Porta Prince jumps off screen and back on screen, only to now have on the same shirt he was just asking Somoza about. The fans, who usually jeer and boo these two until their exhausted, erupt in laughter at this shameless plug of their t-shirts on national TV.

Porta Prince - Ight, ight, on a serious note...What's in the bag??

Vernon Somoza - Oh, it's uh, something I wanted to show you about tonight's match.

Porta Prince - Ain't you pumped!?! I can't wait to get in that ring, take T-Money's head off, send Harker through a table, toss a fool off a scaf-

Vernon Somoza - NO! WE WILL NOT INVOLVE OURSELVES IN THIS MADNESS! President CJ is an Emperor, feeding his people to the lions! He's just going to put us on display to commit ruthless, pointless acts of violence for a piece of shit belt! I, and for damn sure, YOU are not going to participate in the way he wants us to. Just to please the fans......these surgeons who are spreading EL PLAGA throughout the land. WE WILL NOT DO IT!

Porta Prince - Well why the hell not?

Somoza looks at Porta in anger, turns around and reaches for his bag. He empties the bag and the objects that fall out make it seem as if Somoza is prepared for this Reverse Scaffold Match.

Vernon Somoza - You see this??

Vernon picks up a chair.

Vernon Somoza - THIS.....is the chair that The Rock used on Mick Foley in their "I Quit" Match.

Porta Prince - How...

Vernon Somoza - Don't interrupt until I'm finished....THIS...

He pulls out a barbed wire board.

Vernon Somoza - Was part of the board that the Great Onita had his last match EVER....And THIS contraption right here...

Pulls out a ball of barbed wire.

Vernon Somoza - Was from the Sabu vs. Terry Funk match at Born To Be Wired......This little piece of work right here

Pulls out a blade.

Vernon Somoza - Is the blade used in one of Great Muta's matches.....You had something to say???

Porta Prince - Yeah....How the hell, did you get all of these items??

Vernon Somoza - Let's just say.....I know some people who know some people....

Porta Prince - You stole them.

Vernon Somoza - Yes I did. Everyone has their people.

Porta Prince - Whatever just go on.....

Vernon Somoza - Okay.......this bloody, battered chair helped shorten the career of Mick Foley, he was struck in the head repeatedly by The Rock during that match. No significant brain damage was done to Mick, but it definitely made him second guess the way he approached matches until he retired. This barb-wire board...was part of the board that the Great Onita landed on, and became paralyzed, ending his career immediately. That ball of barb-wire over there almost cut Terry Funk's neck ear-to ear. He and Sabu were so tangled up in the barb-wire, an inadvertant pin won Sabu the title....they couldn't seperate them for 15-20 minutes......and THIS blade......was the blade the Great Muta used to invent the MUTA SCALE!!!

Porta Prince - Okay, you're telling me this because??

Vernon Somoza - I see it like this. I have only one question.....Do you want to be remembered for being a great wrestler displaying your arsenal of moves in the ring??? Or do you want to be remembered by the foolish, hardcore memorabilia people collect???

Porta Prince - I see your point, Somoza. But now I got a question for you. If you don't like the hardcore/PDA style, why did you steal all these? This collection must have taken time.

Somoza takes a puff from his cigar and explains.

Vernon Somoza - I "aquired" these because I know all these filthy fans would kill themselves for something like this. Pretty much I do it to spite them, and I'm capable of it because of my stature! They're lucky I didn't bring the actual glass from Ian and Axl Rotten's Taipei Deathmatch!! Now, let's get ready to show them the RIGHT way to wrestle.

Porta Prince - Ight I'm down with that.....

Vernon Somoza - Let's go tell CJ right now how we feel about it!

Somoza grabs Porta and they leave the room. The cameras begin following the men backstage.

Falcoon - This isn't going to end well.

Dunn - Somoza and Prince are going to be left in Mexico.

They round the corner and approach the office of President Chase Johnson. Vernon Somoza is just about to knock on the door when he hears voices inside and both men scurry off.

Dunn - Hahaha. Cowards.

The scene cuts to inside Prez CJ's office now , where CJ sits at his desk, listening to someone else. The camera pans over, revealing NLW President Jack Sullivan.

Jack Sullivan - So like I said CJ, I don't know what the hell is EJ Slayer's problem, but I can assure you that he does not represent NLW.

Prez CJ - Well, since he doesn't represent NLW and he sure as hell doesn't represent OWF I see no reason why he should be competing in an OWF ring.

Jack Sullivan - Agreed. Did you see Ice Man take it to that jackass?

CJ chuckles at the mention of the night's earlier events.

Prez CJ - That was great.

Jack Sullivan - I need to get out of here. Glad to see we got this resolved, I wouldn't go out of my way like to this to expose inferior product.

Prez CJ - ...What?

Jack Sullivan - What? I wouldn't do this to a different company.

Prez CJ - That's not what you said.

Jack stands up from his seat.

Jack Sullivan - Not worth dwelling over Chase.

CJ stands up as well.

Prez CJ - This company has been open for ten damn years, and I'm insulted that you'd question the quality of the programming of my show.

Jack Sullivan - Prove me wrong.

Before CJ can respond, Jack exits the room, slamming the door shut behind him. CJ sits back down, looking disgruntled as his eyes shift back down to his desk. Again the door bursts open, and Chase lifts his head up to see who has entered. From the doorway, a familiar face walks towards him.

Prez CJ - Holy hell.

Voice - You look like you've seen a ghost.

Prez CJ - Well I only sent about three hundred invitations out to you, I thought you were either dead or back in ASW.

Voice - You know that means I'd be just as good as dead if I was there.

Prez CJ - Very true. It's good to see you, Silence.

The fans roar loudly as Silence comes into view.

Falcoon - He's back?!

Dunn - Finally. I've heard the rumors.

Prez CJ - So, what brings you to the last leg of our Mexican Tour?

Silence - I want him. I deserve a match with him, immediately.

Prez CJ - Whoa there buddy, firstly you aren't even contracted with us yet. Secondly, who are you even talking about? I'm not a mindreader.

Silence slams his hands down on CJ's desk, staring him directly in his face.

Silence - You know who I am talking about.

Prez CJ - No...I don't.

Silence - I want Ray Lopes.

The fans roar at the mention of his name.

Dunn - Lopes hasn't been with us for a while.

CJ sighs.

Prez CJ - Ray Lopes asked out of his contract, and I let him out. He's not active within the OWF.

Silence - I don't care. You get him because he and I have unfinished business.

Silence lifts his hands off CJ's desk and turns around. He exits the room, slamming the door shut behind him. The feed cuts back to the announcers.

Dunn - I'm getting nauseous from cutting back and forth from live tv to watching something on a monitor.

Falcoon - Go use the bathroom.

Kissens - Yeah, next time the PDA stuff comes up just head for the ramp.

Dunn - I'll try.

"Wherein Lies Continue" by Slipknot fills the speakers and the man formerly known as Joe Cool, now going by JC, steps out from the curtain. The crowd showers him with boos and he comes down to the ring, not reacting to the audience. He steps into the ring and requests a microphone, which the timekeeper is quick to give him.

JC - Okay, cut the music.

The music stops and the crowd is still booing. They have not been pleased with JC's actions as of late.

JC - I really don't know why you people boo me. You know that what I am doing is right. Jared Wave deserves everything I've been giving him. He deserves the broken face, and he deserved to be eliminated at Drift & Die. He's just not as good as wrestlers like me.

The crowd begins chanting different things at JC, but it's hard to make it out with different chants being shouted.

JC - As you can see, I am no longer the Tears tag team champion. I was pinned, for the first time, in the center of the ring.

This gets applause and cheers.

JC - You liked that, did you? Well, soak it in. It's not going to happen again. You see, that match proved three things. Number one, I had an incompetant tag team partner. It's bad when I can't even rely on a partner to break up pinfalls should I get thrown into a situation where I may be pinned. Two, Jared Wave once again cannot hang ten, five or anything with someone as great as I am. It also proved that X-T is able to pin me...when I'm fatigued from already eliminating one team and kicking out of so many different pinfalls already. X-T, one day we will meet one on one, and the results will be very different. If all goes well over the next few weeks, which I'm sure it will, we will meet for the PDA title and I can rob you of that belt like you robbed me of mine.

The crowd cheers a possible confrontation between the two, obviously in favor of X-T.

JC - But that's neither here nor there. You see, I've still got smaller fish to fry. Jared Wave, I am one thorn in your side that you cannot remove, and I'm not quite finished with you. As far as I'm concerned, if I didn't have to deal with you to begin with, X-T never would have got lucky and I'd still be the champion. So I propose we finish this. Once and all for all, let''s prove why I'm the better man between the two of us. Get out here Jared, and let me give you the last lesson you will need as a professional wrestler.

The crowd cheers the mention of Jared Wave and gets antsy until "Beer" by Reel Big Fish hits and Wave wastes no time in running towards the ring, looking ready to fight.

Falcoon - Wave is here.

Dunn - He answered the call.

JC waves him off and hands him a microphone. Wave, not taking his eyes off of his former mentor, takes it.

JC - It's so funny that you thought I'd want to end this tonight.

Jared Wave - Nah. First I was already in the ass kicking mood because myself and Skotty are taking care of business PDA style backstage.

The fans roar.

Dunn - I was wondering why he was here, besides being called out.

Falcoon - He was dishing out some pain last we saw him,

Jared Wave - I left Skotty to handle X-Terminator, because he is more than capable and I heard your words.

Jared smiles.

Jared Wave - Besides being in the mood to repay you, oh great master, I was more surprised. See I'm starting to have a little bit of fun with you out there. Learning your moves, picking the right spot to take you down. As you said though, I've got bigger fish to fry and dealing with a low life like you just isn't on my "to do" list anymore.

JC - I do want to end this, and tonight would be preferable, but you see I have a ridiculous concept match tonight and I don't need you distracting me again.

Jared Wave - Distracting? For real?! I'll tell you what's distracting. Going out to the store to buy some milk and shit. Having a shit load of people gawk at you not because you're one of the top performers in wrestling entertainment, but because some asshole bashed your face in and you have to wear some ridiculous face guard. That's distracting my "friend".

JC - Enough, Jared. Enough. You see, the next PPV for OWF is called Cold Black Day, from England. Do you know what England is famous for within this industry?

Jared Wave - Isn't it something about steers and queers but you don't have horns... something?

JC - I'll tell you. Britain wrestlers are known for their drive, their pure wrestling skill. I'd name off of a bunch of them, but they would just get cheap pops and I still like to believe our fans are better than that.

Jared Wave - Ok, what's the dilio.

JC - I want to face you one on one at Cold Black Day, but under special rules.

Jared Wave - Oh geez. What's this, put me in a match that I can't win? Ok, I'll bite. What did you have in mind?

JC - The rules are simple. Pure wrestling rules. First of all, there is no high flying or jumping off of the top rope whatsoever.

The crowd boos, as they know this puts Wave at a disadvantage. JC smirks and continues.

JC - Secondly, there are no closed-fist punches, and if you do one you get a rope break taken away. By the way, there are only three rope breaks. So you only get three chances to get out of a pin or submission without kicking out, and then it won't matter. So Jared, are you man enough to actually wrestle and not rely on senseless brawling and high flying?

Jared Wave - What makes you think that my arsenal only consists of high flying moves? What makes you think I'm just a brawler? I'll admit that I can't lift you. Also that you can lift me up and throw me around like a rag doll. I've come to terms with these disadvantages long ago, but now I have something to teach you. When we get in the ring at Cold Black Day you'll see a different Wave. Not this run of the mill stock wrestler but someone that will strike fear into your soul. Put any rules you want and I'll still kick your ass.

JC - Good, then I'll see you at Cold Black Day. And later tonight, of course.

JC drops his microphone and points towards the ropes, motioning for Jared to leave. Jared, learning from his last experience, decides to slap JC in the face instead. JC responds by going for a boot but Wave ducks that and dropkicks JC's knee. JC staggers and falls into the corner.

Jared Wave - The circle is now complete Joe. When I left you I was but the studen. Now I am the master!!

Wave takes off his protective face mask, straps it to his fist and begins punching JC in the face over and over. Wave momentarily pauses and JC takes advantage and shoves him off. He climbs to his feet and staggers out of the corner, only to be met with a spin kick from Wave that knocks him down to the mat. A close-up reveals Joe's right eyebrow has been split open. The fans cheer as Wave goes up top and signals for the shooting star press....and JC quickly slides out of the ring and heads towards the back shaking his head and shouting "Not yet". Wave's music hits again and he poses on the top rope while not taking his eyes off of JC. Soon he hops off while JC runs backstage with Wave right behind him. Both men quickly disappear behind the curtains.

Falcoon - We get to see these two in a showdown at Cold Black Day!

Dunn - They'll get to settle their differences in a very unique type of match.

Kissens - It's going to test them both, y'all. Test them in many ways they haven't been tested.

Falcoon - For once, you are right.

Dunn - I don't know why JC left ringside, he has to come right back out in a bit.

The feed cuts to a camera at. A guy sitting in the front row wearing a white tee and jeans with shoulder length dirty blonde hair and scruff facial hair gets up and hops over the railing.

Falcoon - What the hell! X-Terminator was getting bloody and we cut away for a crazy fan?

Dunn - That's what the OWF has come to.

Kissens - Pure shock value.

OWF security rushes to tackle him, but he quickly runs into the ring. Security gets onto the apron but the man shows pulls out a pass from his back pocket. Then he motions for a mic. The guards back off, but stay around at ringside.

Jason Chase - It's ok, it's ok. I got a pass.

He motions with his hands as to say "calm down". Some of the women in the audience realize who he is and begin to scream.

Jason Chase - OWF? Wow. Last week, I attended an NLW wrestling event, and let me tell you. I wasn't impressed. Just a bunch of washed up has beens and a couple of never will bes. And their lady fans are nothing to brag about.

Women's panties and bras begin to fly into the ring as women are tearing up and crying. A woman tries to run into the ring but OWF security stops her in time. Jason Chase rolls up the right sleeve of his tee shirt and flexes.

Jason Chase - I thought to myself, NLW has got to be the lousiest wrestling promotion I've ever seen.

The crowd begins to chant "NLW SUCKS! NLW SUCKS!"

Jason Chase - Yes, I agree with you guys NLW does suck.

This gets a big pop from the crowd.

Jason Chase - But.... OWF is not any better.

The male audience in the crowd quickly turn their cheers to jeers, but the women are still swooing over Jason Chase's movie star looks.

Jason Chase - I thought I'd seen the worst in the NLW, but OWF, you disappoint me. You can add the talent on both rosters combined and it still wouldn't match the talent of this one man standing in the ring.

Chants of "You Suck!" begin to echo through the arena.

Jason Chase - Last week, I took out an old nemesis of mine who happened to be in the NLW. This week, I challenge anyone on the OWF roster, to come down and fight me. I'll show you what real wrestling is all about.

Jason Chase drops his hands to his side and waits. The fans chant many names, but there is nothing coming from the entrance ramp.

Falcoon - Someone needs to come out and shut him up.

"The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits the PA Speakers and the fans give a midly cheer to CJ, before turning back to boos.

Dunn - Jackasses don't even know when to boo and when not!

President Chase Johnson steps out onto the ramp, holding a microphone in his hand as his music quickly cuts out. He smiles as Jason Chase looks at him in the ring, and begins speaking.

Jason Chase - So you're going to take me on?

Prez CJ - No, I just came out here to compliment you on your initials.

The fans laugh.

Prez CJ - Actually, I came out here to book a match. See, I spoke to the NLW President and he really ticked me off. There are comparisons shooting all around from OWF to NLW. You, Mr. Chase, seem eager to want to find out what the OWF is all about, since you've made your assumptions from sitting in the crowd. So, next week on Monday Addiction from the Liverpool Echo Arena in Liverpool, England. You'll find out first hand what its like. Jason Chase, you will be facing none other than...

He drops the microphone and smiles. The fans moan at him and CJ smiles, lifting the microphone back up.

Prez CJ - Specter!

The fans explode as Jason Chase remains emotionless in the ring.

Prez CJ - Just like any OWF contracted wrestler, your travel accomodations will be paid for. We'll see you in England, Mr. Chase. Enjoy your flight.

CJ turns to leave, but pivots on his heels and turns back around.

Prez CJ - Oh, and one more thing... Security! Take this NLW praising scum bag out of my arena!

The fans roar as a group of security emerge from the crowd. Jason Chase high tails it out of the ring and disappears through the fans in the crowd.

Falcoon - So Specter against Jason Chase is set for next week.

Dunn - I wonder if Specter is keen to this information.

Kissens - He should be by now.

The camera’s cut backstage once more as Trent Steel is seen wandering the backstage area with a beer in his hand.

Dunn - More from this.

Kissens - That's all this whole show has been!

He is talking to many of the backstage crew as Skotty Surph and Jared Wave are seen wandering backstage as well.

Skotty Surph - You handle your business?

Jared Wave - Yes sir. Where's X-T?

Skotty Surph - In the process of looking for him.

They run into Trent Steel who is simply enjoying the festivities.

Trent Steel - Hang Ten! How’s the handicapped match treating you?

Jared Wave - We are not in the mood for your mind games. Where is X-T?

Trent Steel looks on in confusion. He takes a sip of his beer before continuing on.

Trent Steel - X-T? Who's that?

Jared Wave - Don't be a jackass! Your tag partner!

Trent Steel - Ohhhh, THAT X-T...Haven’t seen him..

Surph fights back with an aggressive posture.

Skotty Surph - Quit with the mind games. We know what is going on here. We are not stupid like some other tag teams around here.

Jared Wave - Allow us to prove that previous statement.

Jared and Skotty both scour the area for weapons. Skotty rummages through a pile of debris to pull out a solid two by four. Jared walks over to the water cooler and dislodges the culligan water cooler that is three quarters full of water. He struggles to keep it upright.

Trent Steel - A water jug? You have to be kidding me. What are you going to do with that, other than replenish his thirst?

Jared Wave - Allow me to show you.

Jared lugs the water cooler over his shoulder and winds up for a massive head shot. Right before the follow through, X-Terminator appears from down the hall. He is seen at least thirty feet down the hall.

X-Terminator - Hey ladies, over here!

Hang Ten spots X-Terminator down the hall. Jared drops the water jug and Skotty continues to yield the two by four. The two of them begin running towards X-Terminator with all of their might. XT stands his ground firmly. Directly before impact, XT tucks and rolls out of the way, clipping a switch on his way by. A large fishing net begins to fall from the ceiling above. It traps Skotty Surph and Jared Wave as they collapse under the net above. They squirm for freedom but are left laying helpless on the ground below. X-Terminator quickly rushes over and turns Skotty Surph onto his back. He makes the pin as the referee has no choice but to make the count. 1...2...thr-- kickout!

Falcoon - That had to be 2 and 7/8’s.

Dunn - Not good enough. Surph is determined to make his third time the charm.

Skotty lifts his shoulder at the very last split second, delaying the win for X-Terminator. He jumps up to his feet and gets into the face of the referee. This gives Surph ample time to reach into his pocket and pull out a pocket knife. He begins to cut through the mesh, finally enabling himself to get free of the net. He jumps out of the net and behind a distracted X-Terminator.

Kissens - Oh my god, he has a knife y'all!

Falcoon - Illegal weapon! Or.. Is that even possible?

Dunn - Finally he will die!

Falcoon - Stay with me James, don't go crazy like Jackie.

Skotty lunges at X-Terminator with the knife as he carries a sadistic look across his face. X-Terminator dodges at the utter last second, throwing Surph into the referee and slicing his right arm. The referee falls holding his right forearm in pain. The medics come out to attend to the referee as Surph drops the knife and tends to the fallen referee. This allows X-Terminator to flee the scene, as he makes his way towards the entrance to the ring. The curtains are a mere seconds away as X-T spots Trent Steel out of the corner of his eye. Trent stands in amazement, delivering a half assed applause towards X-Terminators efforts. Blood pours from his skull, his body, a pool of red.

Kissens - I can’t believe he is still standing through all of this abuse.

Falcoon - X-Terminator is the PDA Champion, he proved it during the Sensational Seaway at Drift and Die. He is proving yet again here tonight, why he is indeed the champion.

Dunn - Ha, for now.

The feed cuts back to the arena, as all ten of the participants for the Reverse Scaffold Match are lined shoulder to shoulder around the ring. Fifteen feet above the ring hangs the steel scaffold, attached by cables at each corner that are connected to the rafters.

Falcoon - Well looks as if we're going to have action here in the arena now.

Dunn - This should be a hell of a match.

Missy Janson stands up at ringside, holding a microphone in her hand but remains standing at her position. She lifts the microphone to her mouth while the competitors around the ring eye each other up.

Missy Janson - The next matchup of the night is the first round of the PDA Championship Series. It is a ten-man, Reverse Scaffold Match, in which only the first six competitors to make it up to the scaffold will move on to the second round next week. The match will end once six competitors have made it to the Scaffold.

The fans cheer.

Missy Janson - Around the ring are various weapons that are legal in this match. Thumbtacks litter the concrete floor, tables are set up and plenty of other items are scattered at ringside.

The fans cheer a bit louder as a view of the competitors, who are not the focal point, come into view as the various weapons are shown. About half a dozen tables are spread out, thumbtacks on the floor, and bags full of weapons lay at ring side.

Missy Janson - All ten competitors are around the ring right now. They consist of Harker... Filthy Rich... Valtiel... JC... Jared Wave... Akira Kanemura... Porta Prince... Vernon Somoza... T-Money and Angel of Death.

The camera takes a view upon each man as their name is announced. Missy sits down into her seat as the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Immediately all hell breaks loose at ring side, Harker and Filthy Rich immediately pick up where they left off as the two trade blows outside the ring. Jared Wave takes this opportunity to go after JC, striking him from behind with a hard elbow. Immedlately Vernon Somoza reaches under the ring, and Porta helps him pull out a ladder which they quickly toss into the ring under the bottom rope. From behind Somoza, Angel of Death lands a furious forearm while Porta tries fighting off T-Money.

Dunn - I can't deal with this. I don't know where to watch.

Akira slides into the ring, lifting up the ladder and setting it up right near the scaffold. Valtiel slides in as well, climbing up ring behind Akira on the same side of the ladder. Harker nails Filthy Rich with a stiff right hand before noticing Akira and Valtiel on the ladder inside. He slides into the ring and charges at the ladder -- knocking it backwards with a shoulder charge. Both Kanemura and Valtiel tumble to the canvas, while Jared Wave pulls himself up onto the apron. He springboards up to the top rope and dives at Harker with a cross body block. He connects, but Harker holds onto him. JC pulls himself up using the ring apron skirt and climbs to his feet. Harker holds Wave in a fall away slam position, but JC charges and nails a left armed clothesline across the throat of Harker. The impact forces Harker to toss Wave over his head, but not with as much impact as desired.

Falcoon - Where are you guys watching?

Kissens - I'm watching the feed, y'all.

Dunn - Same.

On the outside, Somoza has dropped Angel of Death with a leaping dropkick. He turns towards Porta who has T-Money down on the concrete, while Prince continues to stomp on him. Somoza taps Porta on the shoulder and the two men slide into the ring behind JC. Porta chop blocks JC down to one knee from behind while Somoza walks around and clocks JC with a furious right across the brow of his forehead. Meanwhile on the outside, Filthy Rich has picked up a chair from ringside and charges back towards the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and pulling himself to his feet. Somoza turns around, only to be decked by a vicious chair shot from Filthy Rich that sends him flat to his back. Rich rears the chair back again, but he's speared down to the mat by Porta Prince once Filthy Rich exposes his midsection. On the opposite side of the ring, Akira has recovered and has coupled up with a recovered Jared Wave to pummel the fallen Valtiel. Kanemura and Wave take turns stomping on Valtiel until a revived Harker comes up from behind Akira Kanemura and grabs him around his midsection in a reverse waist lock. Wave turns and lays a shin kick into the left thigh of Harker, trying to help Akira but it is no use. Harker tosses Kanemura over his head with a release german suplex that nearly propels him from the ring. Kanemura hits the bottom rope with his head before his body impacts with the mat. He rolls out of the ring and to the floor.

Falcoon - Akira may be seriously injured.

Dunn - And Harker doesn't even care.

Kissens - Why should he? He needs to take care of only himself.

Dunn - You're very right, for once.

JC pulls himself up and behind him, T-Money charges at him as he slides into the ring. JC pushes T-Money up into the air, but somehow he grabs a hold of the steel scaffold with his finger tips. JC stares up, but is blindsided by Porta Prince who pushes JC into the corner. He pummels him with closed fists while T-Money tries lifting himself up.

Falcoon - We may have our first advancer.

Dunn - Is that a real word?

Out of nowhere, Jared Wave charges at Porta and JC in the corner but he leaps frogs over the back of Prince, over JC, and up to the top rope. He turns around looking at T-Money and he leaps off -- spearing the dangling T-Money from his hold on the scaffold down to the mat with a huge thud. The fans give a loud roar of approval while both men roll around on the mat. Angel of Death enters the ring, grabbing the fallen ladder and lifting it back up onto its legs. Before he can even try to begin to climb, he is attacked from behind by Harker who slams AOD's head face first into the steel ladder. Meanwhile in the corner, Porta Prince has stepped up to the second rope and is driving his fists into the exposed face of JC and on the opposite side of the ring Vernon Somoza has stood up and exposes his bloody face from the chair shot. He is grabbed by a recently recovered Filthy Rich, and they two men lock up. Back in the corner, JC grabs a hold of Prince and lifts him off the second rope. He drops to his knees delivering a massive spinebuster on Porta Prince. Valtiel stands up only to be caught with a back elbow from Harker that staggers him backwards against the ropes. Angel of Death isn't done with Harker and he runs at him -- but Harker ducks, allowing AOD to connect with Valtiel with a huge body splash against the ropes. Both of the large men tumble over the top rope and crash to the floor through two tables set up at ringside prior to the match.

Kissens - They're dead.

Dunn - No, they're just, not very alive.

Falcoon - Harker must have eyes in the back of his head.

Dunn - Or AOD doesn't have much of a brain in any part of his head.

Filthy Rich irish whips Somoza into Harker's back, which doesn't even budge him. He turns around and grabs a hold of Somoza around the throat while Filthy Rich quickly scales up the ladder. Nobody is around to stop him and he pulls himself up onto the steel scaffold, extending his arms into the air.

Missy Janson - Filthy Rich has reached the scaffold. He is moving on to Round 2, Next Week.

Dunn - Finally!

Kissens - Our first qualifier.

Filthy Rich quickly climbs back down the ladder and leaves the ring, heading to the back. Somoza is able to wiggle out of the chokehold of Harker, but Somoza turns right around into a dropkick to his face from Jared Wave. Vernon collapses to the mat, while on the ring apron stands a recovered Akira Kanemura. JC turns around and Kanemura leaps into the air he nails a dropkick into the chest of JC which staggers him backwards into the steel ladder -- which actually prevents him from falling as it takes the brunt of the impact and hits the mat. Kanemura hits the mat, bouncing right up only to be faced with JC standing across from him. JC charges him and nearly decapitates him with a swinging clothesline. When JC turns around he is caught with a sharp jab from Jared Wave, but returns fire with a sharp forearm that breaks Waves momentum immediately. T-Money runs in and takes Jared down with a leaping clothesline, following it up with a series of strikes to his face as he lays across Jared's chest.

Falcoon - This type of match can go in so many different directions.

Harker lays out T-Money as he stands from pounding on Jared, knocking him flat to his back with a big boot. He glances around, not seeing any real threat and bends down to grab a hold of the fallen ladder. He lifts it back up to it's feet and places it next to the scaffold. He slowly begins climbing up one side of the ladder, while Somoza attacks JC from behind once he approaches Harker. Porta Prince recovers from the spinebuster earlier and joins with Vernon in the attack on JC. Harker continues upward with his eyes locked on the scaffold above. Meanwhile, Jared Wave pulls himself up using the rungs on the ladder opposite the side Harker is climbing on. He begins pulling himself up, watching Harker as he approaches the scaffold. Meanwhile on the mat, JC has knocked Somoza away with a sharp elbow but Porta Prince continues to deliver blow after blow to the back of JC's head.

Dunn - I think Harker is going to be next.

Kissens - Bold assumption.

Jared gets his second wind and rushes up the ladder. Both Harker and Wave reach the top of the ladder at the same time with Jared being the first to strike with a hard closed fist to his cheek, followed by two open palm strikes to the bridge of his nose. Although very dazed, Harker fires back with a throat thrust that sends Wave off the ladder.

Falcoon - Oh no!

Somehow he grabs onto the scaffold as he is knocked from the ladder. Jared dangles from his fingertips as JC slowly creeps up under him and places Wave's legs on both of his shoulders in a powerbomb position. Wave holds onto the scaffold with all of his might, while JC pulls down trying to slam Jared to his back. Porta Prince pulls himself up on the outside of the apron and springboards up to the top rope. He leaps upwards, grabbing a hold of the scaffold on the opposite side of Wave. Instead of pulling himself up, he begins swinging back and forth.

Dunn - What the hell is...

Porta lifts his legs up and drives both of his feet directly into the chest of Jared Wave. This breaks his grasp on the scaffold and sends him backwards -- but with JC's strength Wave is able to over rotate and execute a flawless hurricanrana on the much larger JC. The fans roar, but Wave crashes to the mat with most of the force -- and Porta is hanging onto the scaffold. Harker is still climbing the ladder and he gets up to the top, reaching over the scaffold and slams a closed fist down onto the fingers of Porta Prince. He crashes down to the mat with a thud, as Harker is left atop the ladder. He tugs himself up onto the steel scaffold, pushing himself up to his feet to a very mixed reaction.

Missy Janson - Harker reached the scaffold. He is moving onto Round 2 Next Week.

Dunn - Only four more spots left.

Harker drops down to the mat and exits the ring, leaving the rest of the men to fend for the four final spots. T-Money pulls himself up, only to be clotheslined by Vernon Somoza who looks furious. He grabs T-Money and lauches him over the top rope into a pile of thumbtacks on the floor, which pierce into his flesh as he connects with the floor. Jared Wave stands back up, limping towards the ladder with no one in his path. Kanemura stands up with the help of the ropes and slowly walks to the ladder, beating Wave to it and begins climbing up. Jared climbs up on the other side, with neither Akira or Jared acknowledging the other as a threat.

Dunn - I think these two guys would just be happy to move on to next week.

Falcoon - They don't have much of a grudge against each other.

JC begins pulling himself up with the ropes, grabbing a wooden crutch off the ring apron as he gets to his feet. Vernon Somoza approaches him, but JC slams the butt end of it right into his mouth -- sending blood spitting out of Somoza's mouth. Jared is about a rung ahead of Akira on the ladder as Porta Prince slides out of the ring and lifts a ladder from under the ring. He slides it into the ring and slides in, attending to the fallen Somoza while Jared reaches the top of the standing ladder. Kanemura reaches only a few seconds later, but JC brings the crutch across his ribcage -- shattering it in half as Akira falls down to the mat.

Falcoon - What a shot!

Kissens - JC is kryptonite to Akira.

Dunn - So is winning.

Vernon Somoza sets up the ladder on the other side of the scaffold and both he and Porta take notice of Jared Wave on the ladder. Meanwhile, JC drops the broken crutches, he walks to the other side of the ladder and wraps his arms around the legs of Wave and pulls him down a few rungs. He continues with all his might, but Jared holds onto the ladder very tightly. Jared lifts his left leg free and drives it down into the face of JC. He tries pulling himself up again, but JC still holds onto the right foot of Wave. He breaks free and scurries up the remaining rungs of the ladder. JC yanks the ladder out from under Wave, tipping it over to the mat. Jared crashes down to the mat with a heavy thud as JC stands over him. From behind Vernon Somoza grabs JC and spins him around into a DDT. He immediately lifts JC up as Porta Prince sneaks up and delivers a diving neckbreaker. Valtiel comes out of nowhere to pound across the back of Somoza, and takes him down to the mat but Porta backs up his partner and takes Valtiel with a hard forearm club to the back of his head.

Falcoon - Team work again.

Somoza and Prince grab Valtiel and nail a double vertical suplex, driving him back first to the mat with a sharp impact. Their teamwork is cut off as T-Money runs into the ring with a stop sign and demolishes Porta Prince across his back. Vernon Somoza turns around, only to be plastered himself by the stop sign. When T-Money turns around he is met by the stop sign being driven into his face by a big boot from Angel of Death -- who then grabs him around his throat with both of his arms, before driving T-Money to the mat in a spinebuster. Angel of Death pulls himself up, lifting the ladder back up to its legs as he stands. Akira begins pulling himself up and he notices JC is down on all fours. He runs at him, leaping off of his back at Angel of Death. AOD catches him in mid air and slams him ribcage-first into the ladder with his own momentum. Kanemura crumples to the ring and holds his mid section in pain while Angel of Death begins climbing up the ladder. Porta Prince has crawled to the second ladder that Somoza set up and he begins climbing up at about the same pace as AOD.

Dunn - Who is going to get up there first?

Jared Wave makes his way back up to his feet and stands back, watching the two men on opposite ladders. The two men make it up to the top and start fighting over who will get up onto the scaffold. Fists are traded over the scaffold before Porta dives off the top of his ladder, over the scaffold, and cross body blocks Angel of Death from the top of his ladder crashing down to the mat. The fans explode while both men writhe in pain.

Kissens - JESUS!

Falcoon - That was such a risk.

Jared takes his opportunity and he charges to the nearest ladder. He begins hobbling up each rung as JC notices him once more. He begins to stalk towards the ladder while Jared slowly climbs upward. The fans cheer him on heavily as JC inches closer. Wave dives onto the scaffold, hugging it at first before pulling himself up to his feet, much to the approval of the fans.

Missy Janson - Jared Wave has reached the Scaffold. He will be moving on to Round 2 Next Week.

Falcoon - JC was right on his heels, that could have ended badly for him.

JC begins climbing up, only to be grabbed by Vernon Somoza, who drags him down to the mat. Somoza drops elbow drop after elbow drop to the midsection of JC without hesitation. Akira begins pulling himself up and he grabs a hold of Somoza from behind, but only receives a back elbow for his troubles. Kanemura stumbles backwards and bounces off the ropes only to be taken down with a rising knee from Vernon. Somoza turns around, but T-Money comes out of nowhere and shoulder blocks Somoza to the mat. He hops right back up, but only into a sharp left fist from T-Money. He staggers backwards up against the ropes, and T-Money runs at him -- but Somoza lunges off and tackles him to his back with a double leg take down. Vernon pushes himself right up and he goes to check on Porta Prince who is slowly getting back up. At this point, Valtiel returns and nails Somoza with a european uppercut that stands him straight up. He grabs him around his waist and looks for a belly to belly suplex, but Porta Prince pulls himself up and kicks Valtiel across his exposed back. Vernon lays Valtiel out with a hard right and the two turn towards the rest of the competitors.

Dunn - I like these guys. They seem to be in firm control for now.

Kanemura jumps onto the back of Porta, only to be smashed up against the corner by Porta Prince. He is swung down to the mat back first and Prince immediately heads for one of the ladders. Soon after, JC follows him up the same side of the ladder and grabs him in a back drop position. He falls from the middle of the ladder and drives Prince back first into the mat. JC quickly stands up and begins climbing up the ladder once again, but a recovered Angel of Death approaches from behind and pulls JC down and slugs him with a right hand. JC fights back with a swinging elbow, followed by a knee to the sternum. He pushes AOD backwards against the ropes and when he bounces back JC spears him down to the mat.

Kissens - Now JC is picking up steam.

He turns to the ladder and slowly begins climbing up, Somoza joins him while Akira begins pounding on the fallen AOD. Vernon and JC are neck and neck as they climb up the ladder, but T-Money yanks Somoza off the ladder and down to the mat.

Falcoon - Personal grudges are setting in.

JC grabs a hold of the scaffold, and yanks himself up onto it. He pulls himself up to his feet and the fans boo loudly.

Missy Janson - JC has reached the scaffold. Therefore he will be moving on to Round Two Next week.

Falcoon - Despire the two on one advantage, JC manages to advance.

Dunn - Well, I doubt Somoza and Prince will have much opposition at this point.

Angel of Death pulls himself away from Akira and tackles Somoza to his back. Porta turns around in time to be clotheslined by a charging T-Money. T-Money looks to the ladder and begins climbing, but he is pulled down by Angel of Death who begins to climb himself. T-Money responds by pulling AOD down to the mat. The two men begin coming to blows, while Akira recovers on the other side of the ring. He pulls himself up to the top rope, but Somoza comes out of nowhere and grabs him -- tossing him directly onto both T-Money and Angel of Death. Porta and Vernon both begin climbing up the ladder at the same time on opposite sides. They reach the top and Somoza lifts himself up to a sitting position, yanking Porta up onto the scaffold with him. Both men stand up and the fans boo heavily.

Falcoon - And that's it.

Dunn - Team work helped those two advance.

Missy Janson - Vernon Somoza and Porta Prince have reached the scaffold. Therefore, the match has ended, with Harker, Filthy Rich, Jared Wave, JC, Porta Prince and Vernon Somoza winning and advancing to Round Two in the PDA Championship Series next week!

Kissens - I wonder what CJ has in store for them next week.

Prez CJ - That's a good question, Jackie.

The face of President Chase Johnson appears upon the OWF Tron to a very mixed reaction. He smiles as wide as he can and continues on.

Prez CJ - I have a great card laid out next week for the people of England. I have officially signed three matches, one of them being the second round of the Public Display of Aggression Championship Series. It's going to be a match that has been coupled with the PDA Division -- A Sensational Six-Way!

The fans give a loud chant of approval, through deep bellowing chants of "P-D-A! P-D-A!".

Prez CJ - Of course it will be under PDA Rules. But, there is another stipulation. It will be an Iron Man Match, with a time limit of thirty minutes. The three competitors with the most amount of falls, whether by pinfall or submission, at the end of the thirty minutes will move on to the third and final round of the PDA Championship Series which will take place the following week on Addiction. Of course the winner of that will face the PDA Champion at Cold Black Day on October 26th. Expect more matches for Cold Black Day to be announced soon. But, before that I have scheduled a Power Hour.

The fans quiet down as CJ clears his throat.

Prez CJ - I have kept it hush-hush, but I have decided to give the rights to a man who deserves them. Per request of a member of the OWF Executive Board, we will be holding MVW Presents Power Hour: Martyr For Your Country on October 16th from the Wembley Arena in Wembley, England. I have given the man who requested this event FULL booking rights over it. Seeing as how he does own part of the OWF, albeit only one percent, I have bestowed the rights upon former MVW President, Zack Perry to book the card as he sees fit.

An explosion of excitement comes from the crowd from the announcement.

Dunn - That idiot?

Kissens - I bet we'll have that show off.

Prez CJ leans forward once the crowd begins to calm down.

Prez CJ - Thank you for how great you have been Mexico. We will come back as soon as time permits.

The fans cheer as the image of CJ disappears. The cameras cut back to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - Well that's something special, I guess.

Dunn - Who knows how that will be booked.

Falcoon - I trust in Mr. P.

Kissens - I'm glad you do. But what do you think of the PDA Championship Series?

Dunn - It's full of competition. Anyone who wins will deserve the shot they get.

Falcoon - That is for sure.

Cut backstage, where JC stalks the halls on his way to the locker rooms. His journey is interruped by a tap on the shoulder from the Venetian Vandal, flashing a combination of a smile and a leer as the former Joe Cool turns to him contemptuously.

Specter - Joe Cool. Joey baby. The Coolster. J to the C. What's crappening?

Specter extends a hand that JC ignores.

JC - What the hell is wrong with you?

Groaning, Specter drops the fake smile.

Specter - It's called ice breaking. Being friendly. You should fucking try it.

JC - Not my style.

Having heard enough, JC turns to walk away, but gets cut off as Specter sprints quickly enough to get in front and continue his spiel.

Specter - Fair enough. But I've got a proposition. I saw what happened at Drift and Die. You had the tag belts stolen from you. I was backstage coming off my match against Trent Steel, which I won decisively and when I saw that cum guzzler and his bearded girlfriend go over you and Vacant's bearded girlfriend, I wanted to fucking puke.

JC - I know the feeling.

Specter gives an exaggerated, obviously fake laugh.

Specter - Sense of humor. I like that. Too many people in this business don't have one. Just one of many things we've got in common. Peas in a pod, homey. How would you feel about a team-up?

JC - My last two teams didn't work out.

Specter - This is different. This is me. I'm a fucking people person.

JC - A people person who bites off more than he can chew. A people person that sticks his foot in his mouth every week. A people person who, for all his plotting, isn't as smart as he thinks he is.

The Venetian Vandal nods in agreement.

Specter - That's me all right.

JC - A person who just wants some muscle to watch his back.

Specter - You've got me figured out, so I'll level with you. I need muscle, and there's no end to the number of meat heads in this locker room that'll watch my back for cold hard cash. I've hired thugs before. Hell, I've hired thugs this week. What I'm looking for here is muscle with some talent. Muscle with a brain. That's you, big guy.

Stroking his chin once, Joe sneers back with his response.

JC - I'll consider it.

Specter - You're a smart guy, J-money. You'll make the right call. I would wish you luck against those nine shit stains you'll be facing tonight, but we both know you won't need it. Catch ya later.

The feed cuts back to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - I don't like what Specter has planned.

Dunn - You don't know what he has planned.

Kissens - One could assume.

Falcoon - JC and Specter is a force to be reckoned with.

Dunn - And I think that's why he recruited him.

Kissens - Hopefully we have more answers next week...

Dunn - Is the show over already?

Falcoon - Well I guess that’s it for tonight...

Dunn - We don't find out about the PDA Match?

Kissens - Wait a second..what the hell?

The curtains rumble, and out from the back stumbles a bloodied X-Terminator and a wounded Skotty Surph. Skotty pushes X-Terminator as he tucks and rolls many feet down the ramp before coming to an abrupt hault. Skotty runs down the ramp towards X-Terminator and delivers and falling missile dropkick to the face of XT. Blood spews everywhere as XT cringes in pain. Jared Wave stumbles from behind the curtains down the ramp.

Falcoon - This doesn’t look good at all for XT.

Dunn - His PDA is a mere seconds away from changing his hands, thanks to this double team no less.

Falcoon - And the fans love it. Hang Ten is out selling X-T!

Kissens - And to think, X-Terminator is one half of the tag team champions. His team’s unity is beyond zero.

Dunn - I give it a negative 3.

Jared jumps off of the ramp and to the side where all the fans are on the barricade. He reaches to the side of the ramp and pulls out a large pair of wire cutters. He slides them to Surph as Surph grabs them. He lunges down and traps the left hand of XT in the pair of wire cutters. He looks at the crowd for approval. They cheer him on to continue. He attempts to cut the fingers off of XT, but as he does so words are yelled through the PA.

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

Kissens - Trenty poo!

Dunn - Gag me.

Trent's music rips through the arena and Hang Ten looks back in shock. Skotty Surph drops the wire cutters where he stands and awaits the presence of Trent Steel. The music continues to play for minutes, but no one enters from behind the curtains. Hang Ten looks on in confusion as it gives X-Terminator ample time to recover. He slowly rolls himself off of the ramp and to the outside. He looks around for any weapon he can find, but nothing is in sight. He spots the barricade. He grabs at it and wrenches with all of his might. It shakes but does not brake. He does so a second time. This time the barricade shatters at the delight of the fans. XT falls back with one section of the steel barricade landing on top of him. He quickly lunges to his feet as Hang Ten turns around. He launches the barricade in desperation catching both of them off guard. The barricade nails both of their bodies sending them back first onto the steel ramp.

Falcoon - X-T is trying anything at this point, desperation sinking in here folks.

Kissens - The true sign of a champion. I hope he pulls this off, but I don’t think he has much left in the tank y'all.

Skotty Surph and Jared Wave finally are able to muster up the strength to pull the barricade off of their bodies. They stumble to their feet, look over and realize that X-Terminator has disappeared.

Dunn - Oh my god! X-T has turned into Houdini. Maybe he vanished for good this time.

Kissens - Where did he go?

Falcoon - Your guess is as good as mine..

Hang Ten slowly creeps over towards the edge of the ramp. They argue for seconds over who should look over the edge. Skotty suggests rock paper scissors. Jared agrees. They play the game as quickly as possible as Jared loses playing a paper to Skotty’s scissors. Skotty pushes Jared towards the edge of the ramp ever so lightly. Jared pushes him aside and works his way towards the edge. As he reaches the edge, X-Terminator pops up yielding.. A fired extinguisher! He wastes less then a split second before pulling the trigger and blasting both members of Hang Ten directly in the face. He continues to spray the full fire extinguisher before it empties. The ramp is now covered in thick smoke. XT jumps into the cloud of smoke as a dark figure emerges as well with a chair in handle. The silhouette within the smoke tells the story. A chair is laid across the skulls of both men from hang ten, followed by X-Terminator. All three men drop as the unknown man dissipates within the cloud. The smoke finally subsides and X-Terminator is seen draped across the fallen body of Skotty Surph. Both men lay unconscious as the ref administers the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match... And STILL OWF Public Display of Aggression Champion...X-Terminator!

Falcoon - He pulled it out.

Dunn - Son of a bitch. Good thing we're leaving Mexico.

Kissens - Why?

Dunn - I owe some guy named Pablo some money. I bet on Surph. Last time I do that.

As the smoke clears, Trent Steel is revealed as the man who intervened as he stands at the top of the ramp with a steel chair in hand, wearing a Cult of Steel t-shirt. X-Terminator jumps up in disbelief. He holds the wound on his head to prevent more blood from pouring out. He stares at Trent Steel who is yielding a chair in excitement in his hands. Only a split second goes by before he runs at X-Terminator with all of his might. He yields the chair back and swings with all of his might, but XT ducks and he nails Skotty Surph upside the head, dropping him hard to the mat. Blood begins to flow from his unconscious body. X-Terminator jumps up in a guard position. Trent yields the chair once more at XT. He swings back... He goes for the ultimate chair shot, but drops the chair to the side of X-Terminator. Both of them begin to smile sadistically before embracing with an unholy handshake.

Dunn - You gotta be kidding me. What the fuck is this?

Kissens - Our tag team champions have finally united, that’s what it is dipshit.

Dunn - Listen to the fans, they want to kill them.

Falcoon - Mexican riot!

Dunn - Where's Jesse?

The two continue to shake hands as XT rips off his shirt revealing a Cult of Steel shirt underneath. The crowd begins to boo loudly for the former fan favourite. Skotty slowly makes it to his feet. He struggles to maintain his composure. Trent spots this out of the corner of his eye and notifies XT. The two of them don’t make much of it, as they await to see what Surph does. Surph quickly grabs the lead pipe laying by his feet. He runs at the two. The two Cult of Steel members nod at each other, turn around simultaneously, and before Surph can lay the beating, they connect with a double bitch slap across both sides of his face. The impact is horrendous as Surph simply drops, dropping the lead pipe to his side. He lays on the floor unconscious with the Cult of Steel members standing tall over him. They both grab their titles and raise them high in the air before calling for a mic.

X-Terminator - Straight up, fuck you all! I have been pouring my blood sweat and tears into this shit, and for what? For all of you to not give a damn about XT. Well newsflash, fuck all of you too! That is the last I have to say about you people I used to call fans. I will not comment further, for I have bigger fish to fry, rather then all of you shrimps and zebra mussels out there..

The crowd begins booing as loud as they possibly can. The arena fills up with hatred for the newly formed Cult of Steel.

X-Terminator - We are the Cult of Steel motherfuckers. We are the worlds greatest tag team. If anyone out there...

X-Terminator coughs.

X-Terminator - FUSION!

He coughs once more.

X-Terminator - Sorry about that...If they think that they are better than us? Or that they can even impose a threat, please speak up, because the way we see it, we are in a league of our own..

The crowd continues to boo at the arrogance of the two men in the ring.

X-Terminator - That’s right Jesse. That’s right sexy, ah, I mean Roxie. That’s right..ah...what’s his name?

Trent Steel - Vacant.

X-Terminator - Wasn’t that a horror movie or something.

Trent Steel - No, that was Vacancy.

X-Terminator - Whatever the case, that means you to! This is a calling for anyone, or anybody to take us on. We handled three of the OWF’s tag teams with ease, what makes any of you different? Society is blinded ladies and gentlemen, and they are blinded by the truth. What’s the truth you ask? That they are B-Grade but better yet, they are not the Cult of Steel. Why did I join this infamous cult? Simple, they share the same mentality as I. Fighting for the hell of it. None of this ring around the rosie bullshit. None of this “I love you moxie,” “I love you too bitch boy!” I’m sick of wrestling during the days of our lives. I am fucking sick of all this bullshit that many have found as their home. Emo wrestlers in some far off federation known as NLW, who can only interview about vampires, wizards, goblins and ghosts. Wrestlers in this federation that are not even old enough to sign their own contract, yet they think they stand a chance with a rock star hottie. Wrestling has been proven a joke as of late, but I on the other hand have been busy attempting to resurrect the lost ideals. What happened to fighting for the hell of it? What happened to kicking asses and taking names? Seems as if many have forgotten this simple philosophy.

X-Terminator hands the microphone over to Steel, who receives a smattering of boos.

Dunn - And they only hate him more.

Trent Steel - I'm going to make this quick because greatness doesn't come from long speeches about how fucking better I am than anyone in the fucking back. Greatness doesn't come from a belt. Greatness doesn't come from winning. Greatness comes from getting the stones to get the fuck back up after you have taken an ass kicking and telling the son of a bitch who did it that he hits like a fucking old lady! Greatness is about overcoming the odds. Which I have done. Which this man at my side has done. Everyone in this ring that is standing has done the impossible. We survived. But you people. You fucking peons cheer for guys who have never lost a thing. For guys like this cunt right here. Skotty Surph. You've only lost titles. I've lost family. I've lost friends. I've lost everything! I'm still here. But you fickle people flock to this fearful fluke. So I figure why should we let you people not know loss. Why should we let you be spared from what we went through. No we aren't going to take something from you that is tangible. Your families and friends are safe. However...your heroes. Those you cheer for. Those you wish you were. Those you hope to be. They shall be those that we claim! Those shall be the ones that shall fall at my hands! There is no one safe in OWF or anywhere else that is going to know what it is to be safe. Any time you cheer they will cringe! They will know they are now wanted men. They know that they are in danger! They will leave! They will do things they would never do to save themselves from us! We...The Cult of Steel! Forged from the hate that has made us! Forged from our own trials! Don't worry...you'll think us later for showing you just how far your “heroes” will fall. It's not about titles anymore...It's about how long we let you survive!

The two men leave the ring, exiting as quick as they can to avoid a riot.

Falcoon - What a statement by X-Terminator and Trent Steel.

Kissens - The Cult of Steel is alive and well.

Dunn - I wouldn't want to oppose them

Kissens - I think they have their sights set on a few different people.

Falcoon - Either way, they are joined as one now and there is nothing anybody can do about it.

Dunn - The tag champs are at their strongest.

Falcoon - We have to call it a night folks. Thank you Mexico for hosting us!

Kissens - Gracias!

Dunn - SEE YOU NEXT WEEK IN ENGLAND!

The cameras begin to fade, but instead cut to the announcers booth. Both Jackie and James look stunned while Gordie listens in on his ear piece.

Kissens - Yeah! Goodnight folks!

Falcoon - Fans...I have some disturbing news.

Dunn - What?

Falcoon - I think I'll just let the feed speak for itself.

Kissens - I thought we were out of time!

Dunn - I guess not anymore.

Cut backstage, with a pair of staff doctors and Jesse Williams crouched next to a pink limosine with a shattered driver's side window. The mood is frantic, with Williams hanging back enough to let the OWF medical staff attend to the fallen body of Moxie Roxie. She lies limp, her hair stained almost entirely red with blood. One doctor clears glass away from the ground, as the other attempts to stop the bleeding.

Jesse Williams - How bad is it?

Doctor - She likely has a concussion. Between the glass and the bleeding, we're pretty sure what happened, but I don't suppose you saw anything.

Jesse Williams - This is how I found her, detective.

Doctor - Take it easy. The more we know, the better we can treat her.

Jesse Williams - I didn't see a thing. I wish I had.

Doctor - An ambulance is inbound. We'll have her to a hospital as soon as we can.

Jesse Williams - I trust you guys to take care of her. I'll find some answers.

Jesse steps back as a pair of medics arrive with a gurney. The doctors work together to set Moxie on top of it, as the camera pans back. EJ Slayer steps into view, tilting his head thoughtfully at the scene.

EJ Slayer - It's a sad day for stupid teenagers.

The cameras follow Jesse into the arena.

Falcoon - Moxie has been attacked!!

Kissens - NOOO!

Dunn - This even pisses me off.

Falcoon - Who would do something like this?

Dunn - How much time you got?

Kissens - Moxie had enemies?

Dunn - People didn't like her because of her talent.

Falcoon - So it was an attack of jealousy?

Kissens - I think it was Slayer, y'all. He was right there.

Dunn - I don't think so. He's smarter than that.

Falcoon - If it's an attack of jealousy, it's Williams no doubt.

Kissens - How do you think that?

Falcoon - He's jealous of how Vacant looks at Moxie. Has been for months.

Dunn - Yeah. You're right.

Falcoon - I know.

The feed continues to focus on Jesse Williams as he wanders around backstage, looking completely lost as his complexion has turned very pale. He finally stops right in front of Trent Steel who is just sitting back drinking a beer.

Jesse Williams - Now is not the time. I have nothing to say to you right now.

Trent Steel - Oh come on. Let's chat. Let's rap about the great job you did at D&D. How you stood up for OWF honor and beat up that NLW fucker?

Jesse Williams - Look...I don't know what your game is Trent but I'm not putting up with it anymore. This stops tonight or...

Trent Steel - You'll burn my house down?

Falcoon - OHHHHH.

Dunn - Damn! That was a burn.

Kissens - Pun intended I'm sure ya'll.

Jesse scowls as Trent gets up and takes off his shades. That old intense stare between the two starts up again.

Trent Steel - Sorry did I hit a nerve? Or did I nail the threat down. What's the matter Jesse? Got to many bad voices floating around in that skull of yours that you want me to stop "fucking with you"? You want me to lighten up? Not going to happen.

Trent smiles.

Trent Steel - You want to be the best you got to put up with it all. Maybe the pressure is getting to you. Or hell maybe I am. Either way it makes no difference. I'm winning Jesse and that's what you can't stand.

Jesse Williams - Yeah you're winning. I mean we can't all be Lillyass Champion.

The fans laughter can be heard from the arena.

Falcoon - Oh Trent got served!

Dunn - You are an idiot.

Kissens - Yeah ya'll.

Trent Steel - No worries I'm looking right at a good replacement.

Jesse Williams - I'm not playing with you...Don't push me punk.

Trent Steel - Or what? What you got to threaten me with? Nothing. You don't have anything Jesse because you make one fucking screw up my way and let's just say I'm not going to blackmail you like some wrestlers have been.

Trent gets right in Jesse's face.

Trent Steel - I don't have to beat you in the ring to beat you Jesse...and your proving it. Now...

Trent puts on his shades and smiles.

Trent Steel - See ya next week, champ!

Trent walks off laughing as Jesse just keeps on scowling.