Last week, he'd missed his flight thanks to a useless employee of the NLW who didn't understand "urgent" stamped across the passport request. Now, NLW's Josh Allen strolls backstage.

Falcoon - We haven't even gotten to the intro yet!

Kissens - Shhh! Sexy man is walking.

He was new to the OWF, and really had no plan of action. There was only one thing on his mind... Two, really - Jesse Williams and his challenge on Uprising some weeks ago; and Jesse Williams' spear just a day ago on Uprising that left Josh with a migraine, and revenge on his mind.

Dunn - This NLW stuff is getting carried away. We sort of knew he was coming though, I guess.

Falcoon - How?

Dunn - He said so on Uprising yesterday...

Josh turns a corner and, ironically, comes face-to-face with OWF World Champion Jesse Williams. Josh glares at the man, looking him over top to bottom. He smiles, though Williams finds no humor in the situation, and looks ready to defend himself.

Josh Allen - I came here ready to find your sorry ass and give you a taste of that spear you handed me on Uprising.

Williams chuckles. Allen hated more than anything that an outsider had detoured his own plans at the end of Uprising.

Josh Allen - But as I got here in this god-forsake country, I decided I was a bigger man than you. I decided that it would be best to show up and let you know you don't scare me. You don't cause me concern, running around and showing off that cheap-ass belt, either.

Williams is getting irritated now, and begins to scowl at Allen.

Jesse Williams - Hey jackass, I don't have the belt. It's melted at the pile of thousands of pounds of soot that used to be my house.

Josh Allen - Hang on big guy, don't burst just yet. You came to Uprising and ran your mouth about not respecting me, and about me just being another blowhard who talks too much. Then you said you'd face me any where and anytime.

Jesse Williams - As I said, if you want a challenge, look no further.

Josh smiles and suddenly shoves the OWF champion. Jesse launches at Josh, spearing him once again to the concrete floor. Jesse cracks his elbow against Josh's nose, but a sudden blow to the back sends Jesse rolling off Allen.

Falcoon - Well there's Jordan Brock, Josh Allen's ... whatever he is. Sidekick? He just knocked the piss out of Williams.

Jordan kicks Williams in the gut twice, three times, before Josh pulls himself up and pushes Brock away. Josh takes a cheap shot at Williams' groin.

Josh Allen - Fuck you and your respect, and fuck your meaningless OWF title!

Allen straightens his shirt and kicks Williams one more time. Jordan Brock pulls him away from Williams, and Josh just grins ear to ear.

Josh Allen - Champ, if it's a match you want against me, you got it. Have your boss get with my boss. Until then, I can guarantee I'll be seeing you around.

Both men leave as Jesse slowly gets up to all fours. A crimson red wad of blood and phlemn mixture drips from his lips and smacks upon the concrete floor as the feed cuts to the shows 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.

Specter - Mr. P, I think I need to speak to you about something.

From black the feed opens up backstage, where Zack Perry stands in front of a full body mirror glancing at his suit. Behind him is Specter, who is lounging on the black leather couch.

Zack Perry - Go on.

Specter pulls himself up, slowly approaching Zack from behind.

Specter - See, I know we have these plans to unveil the Power Hour card. And it's a GREAT card, don't get me wrong -- but we're lacking a stand-out singles match.

Zack turns and shoots a look at Specter, raising his right eyebrow.

Specter - Now, normally I'd let the show suffer -- but this is MVW. We're better than that.

Zack Perry - You're right.

Specter - And I have the perfect opponent.

Zack Perry - Who's that?

Specter - Nicholas.

Zack Perry - Get out of here.

Specter - Hear me out. Vacant, as he has dubbed himself, has taken the identity of a mini-Jesse Williams in that ring. He has studied every move that backstabbing, mother fucking scumbag has ever pulled off. Nick isn't competant to make this a career if he plans to follow the same route of Williams. Let me teach him the right way.

Specter steps forward, placing his right hand on the left shoulder of Perry.

Specter - The MVW way.

Zack nods up and down, before adjusting the flaps of his suit.

Zack Perry - Alright you got it. Vacant against Specter at Power Hour: Martyr For Your Country.

Specter - Great, thanks Zack. But, could you do me one more favor?

Zack Perry - And what is that?

Specter - Put that piece of tin he calls the I Heart Moxie Championship on the line. I want to show him she is nothing to idolize.

Zack Perry - Fine, you got it. Enough about the card for now, how do I look?

Specter - Presidential.

Zack Perry - Great.

The feed cuts from their point backstage, to the office of President Chase Johnson. CJ sits behind his desk as footsteps are heard from outside his door. He shoots up a glance to see Jesse Williams as he bursts through the door, his mouth bleeding and his eye red and slightly swollen. President Chase Johnson looks shocked as Williams stalks towards the desk, sitting himself down in one of the chairs opposite the desk of CJ. Williams kicks both of his feet up, placing his heels on the lackered oak desk as he reaches into his pockets. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes, from which he draws a single cig. He places it between his lips and with a flick of the lighter he pulls from the same pocket, he ignites it.

Prez CJ - There's no smoking in here.

Jesse puffs the cigarette, inhaling the smoke while glaring with at CJ. He blows it out across the face of the desk and into his face. Chase coughs briefly.

Prez CJ - Can I help you?

Jesse smiles while resting the cigarette between his lips.

Jesse Williams - No, you can't help me. You can help yourself, though.

Prez CJ - How's that?

Jesse Williams - In a sec', in a sec'. First, I want to know how Moxie is.

Prez CJ - I haven't heard much. She suffered a concussion, and when I went to visit her I was unable to establish a lucid conversation since she is being kept in a very relaxed state. That's all I know.

Jesse Williams - What the hell does that even mean?

Prez CJ - I don't know. All I know is I was told not to expect her back until November, at the earliest and if ever.

Jesse glances down to the floor, obviously distressed, he lifts his head right back up as CJ speaks.

Prez CJ - I have a question for you now. Why the hell do you care so much? What is your connection to Moxie's well being? Seems a little suspicious for you of all people to be sitting in that chair to ask how Moxie is. Don't you think, champ?

Jesse Williams - I don't care if you have suspicions about me, I'm out to find this mother fucker and deliver swift redemption.

Prez CJ - Ha, "mother fucker". Nice choice of words, Jesse. By the way, how's Sarah?

Williams sighs and just stares at CJ, having words in his mind to say- but knowing the consequences.

Prez CJ - So, back to how I can help myself.

Jesse Williams - First you can stop taunting me. Next, the way I see it, I'm starting to see the line winding around the block of people who want a piece of me. From Allen, to Specter, to Vacant. Of course the most obvious is Trent Steel. I want him to pick the type of match, Ceej. I don't care what it is, I'll do it.

Prez CJ - How is that helping me?

Jesse puffs his cigarette.

Jesse Williams - Because then you can get that piece of shit Steel out of my hair, off the guaranteed shots list, and get some fresh faces in the World Title division.

CJ leans forward with a smirk on his face.

Prez CJ - You seem pretty confident and calm for a guy who just lost everything, all from his own hands.

Williams taps the ashes of the cigarette onto the desk before putting out the entire cigarette flush upon the wood. It sears the surface slightly, as the barely smoked cigarette stands up on end. Williams pushes himself out of the chair and stares down at CJ.

Jesse Williams - Yeah, that kind of happens when you have nothing left to lose.

Prez CJ - Also, speaking of having nothing left to lose. What about the World Title? Even though it's not a physical belt, it's still got your name on it. Don't you take pride in that?

Jesse Williams - Fuck the title. I want Steel and I'll dangle this belt like a carrot over a rabbit.

Prez CJ - No, fuck what you want. I want my World Title back. If you can't produce the exact belt, or pay the $250,000 cash by October 26th, we will extract the money from your contract.

Jesse turns and heads for the door. He grabs a hold of the door knob, when CJ calls out.

Prez CJ - Hey Jesse...

Williams turns around.

Prez CJ - Do you know where Vacant is?

Jesse turns back to the door and chips in a last statement before leaving.

Jesse Williams - I don't have a clue.

The feed immediately cuts out with Jesse exiting. It cuts right back in to the Sold Out Liverpool Echo Arena in Liverpool, England -- to kick off the first leg of the OWF's tour of England. "I Get It" by Chevelle plays through the speakers, and the british crowd is getting rowdy as their screams literally shake the foundations of the arena. The camera pans around the crowd with multiple views, with each section doing their best to get themselves noticed on television. A loud explosion occurs on the stage and the pyrotechnics kick in, with a series of bright flashes in the rafters of the arena. The sound of the fireworks going off mutes the crowd for very brief moments, but eventually the house lights come up from their dimmed state -- and all that is left from the pyro to open the show is a thick fog of smoke that layers the arena. The music fades out, and only the crowd is heard with chants of "O-W-F! O-W-F!" resonating throughout the arena. The feed switches to the announcers booth, where we see Gordie Falcoon, Jackie Kissens and James Dunn all staring directly into the camera.

Falcoon - AAAAHHOOOOOO! WE ARE IN ENGLAND!

Dunn - Finally out of Mexico is more like it.

Kissens - It's great to be across the pond, y'all.

Falcoon - And listen to those rabid fans here tonight in the SOLD OUT Liverpool Echo Arena in Liverpool, England.

Dunn - They better be rabid, we're only here for a month.

Kissens - Maybe they are excited knowing that Specter and Vacant will be locking up for the OWF I Heart Moxie Championship at MVW Power Hour: Martyr For Your Country.

Falcoon - I can't wait for that.

Dunn - And it sounds like Specter and Zack have a few more matches to sign tonight.

Kissens - And we have a card full of action planned for you all tonight.

Falcoon - From top to bottom, it's stacked.

Missy Janson stands up at ringside with a microphone planted firmly in her palm as she shuffles her feet towards the steel steps. She slowly ascends the steps, walking onto the ring apron and glancing out into the crowd.

Falcoon - And it looks like we're about to begin with the bottom.

Kissens - With two top talents.

Dunn - Let's not go that far. Silence is a top talent, but DK still has stuff to prove to me.

Missy steps through the ropes and takes up her position in the middle of the squared circle. The fans applaud as they all rise from their seats, watching Missy as she lifts the microphone to her lips.

Missy Janson - Hello England and welcome to OWF MONDAY ADDICTIONNN!

The british fans explode from their brief silence, letting all their feelings out for the OWF finally making it's way across the Atlantic Ocean.

Missy Janson - It is time for the first match of the evening!

Again, a huge pop comes from all of the sections of the crowd -- from the front row, all the way to the nosebleed section.

Missy Janson - It is scheduled for a one fall, with no time limit. Coming to the ring first, from Daytona Beach, Florida...Ugh, Do I have to say this?

Missy presses her index finger into her left ear canal, pushing the headset speaker deeper into her ear to hear the responce over the raucous crowd. Missy lets out a sigh and removes her finger from her ear, placing her left hand back down at her side while keeping her right hand, which holds the microphon, directly in front of her mouth.

Missy Janson - Ugh...Coming to the ring first, from Daytona Beach, Florida..."Diamond in the Rough"...Scott Kidd!

Dunn - HAHAHA, puuuure Genius! I love CJ -- Best Prez Ever.

Falcoon - Hey I think you got something on your nose.

Dunn - Is it shit? 'Cause I've been brown-nosing CJ for months!

Kissens - Gross, y'all.

"Time" by Pink Floyd hits the speakers. Immediately from the back walks Scott Kidd, looking furious at the announcements once again. Scott walks down the ramp and rolls under the ropes and into the ring to a thunderous applause. He stands and immediately walks to the center of the ring -- confronting Missy about the announcements.

Kissens - It's not Missy's fault!

Scott turns to his corner, and leans his back into the turnbuckle awaiting his opponent while his music fades to silence across the PA System.

Falcoon - Poor DK. He doesn't deserve this.

Dunn - Oh bullshit. If anyone deserves it, it's him

Kissens - And Kremlin.

Dunn - Yeah, Krem too.

Falcoon - And Drake Munday.

Dunn - Okay, fine, just shut up about it already.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, hailing from Hell, Michigan...Making his long awaited return to the OWF -- his last full run coming in 2005...Please welcome back, SILENCE!!

"Hostile Apostle" by 311 begins to play as the lights slowly fade to black. A lone spotlight ignites to shine down upon Silence as he appears on stage. The light follows him down the ramp and into the ring. The arena slowly lights up and Silence waits in his corner.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men slowly approach each other, reaching the center of the ring and exchanging words. Kidd smacks Silence right across the face, which prompts Silence to respond with a sharp right elbow. Scott stumbles backwards and into the ropes backfirst. He uses them to propel himself into a sprint right at Silence, who leap frogs the charging Scott Kidd. Kidd stops in his tracks and turns around, whipping a shin kick as his spins that catches Silence across the left thigh when he lands back on his feet and turns to Scott. Kidd takes advantage of a stunned Silence, grabbing his head into a front face lock and tossing Silence's left arm over his head. Scott Kidd lifts Silence up for a vertical suplex, but Silence floats over and lands on his feet right behind Kidd. He wastes no time, spinning around and connecting with a roaring elbow to the back of Kidd's head which knocks him into a stagger that carries him into the turnbuckle, face-first. Kidd remains hung up on the corner, his arms hung over the top rope with his head laying flat on the top turnbuckle, as Silence approaches from behind. Once Silence gets right behind Scott, Kidd swings his left arm over the top rope at the head of Silence -- looking for a spinning back first. At the last possible second, Silence ducks into a crouched position and the strike misses him.

Kissens - Whew, that was a close call, y'all.

Dunn - I think Silence may have just got a bit of a haircut with that buzz-shot.

As Kidd spins around, Silence lunges from the crouched position and drives his shoulder into the abdomen of Scott Kidd -- slamming him back first into the turnbuckle. Silence grabs a hold of the middle rope on either side of the turnbuckle, rears his body back, then drives his left shoulder right back into the ribcage of Scott Kidd. Once again Silence pulls his body back, and lunges his shoulder forward -- but he connects with nothing but air as Kidd grabs a hold of the top rope and lifts his entire weight of his body up and out of harms way. Kidd hooks his legs around the arms of Silence, sunset flipping him and pinning his shoulder down to the mat -- while the referee slides in to administer the count...1...2...Silence kicks his heel into the forehead of Kidd, breaking the pinfall combination.

Falcoon - DK nearly got the quick pin there.

Both Silence and Scott Kidd roll themselves back up to their feet, and once they are both standing tall they stop their advances as they listen to the crowd. Every fan in the arena is on their feet applauding the two men, with each of them glancing out into the different sections and adorning smirks upon their faces. Quickly both men get back to business, circling each other with their eyes once again locked in an intense stare. The two men leap towards each other, finding themselves in collar and elbow lock up. Silence and Scott Kidd spin around in a counter-clockwise circle while they battle for an advantage. Eventually Silence overpowers Kidd, and swings his left arm around his back into a hammerlock. He applies so much pressure, Scott is reduced to his knees. Kidd reaches across his chest with his right arm, trying to pull his left shoulder forward to relieve the pressure applied to it by Silence. Scott is unable to do so, and pushes himself up to one knee -- then up to both feet, still deep in the hammerlock. Then out of nowhere Scott rolls out of it, and locks Silence into his own hammerlock. Kidd applies enough force to drop Silence down to his right knee, with a look of pain draped across his face.

Dunn - I didn't know we were watching Honky Tonk Man versus Hacksaw Jim Duggan.

Falcoon - We're not.

Dunn - I was making an analogy of the styles.

Kissens - Well it was dumb.

Dunn - And you're a bitch who is eight months pregnant with no baby's daddy

Falcoon - Ouch. Good one.

Silence reaches his right arm back and grabs a hold of Kidd by the back of his head. In a flash, Silence flips him forward into a snapmare takedown. Scott rolls up immediately into a sitting position upon the mat while Silence hopes right back up behind him. He unleashes a whipping shin kick flush across the spine of Kidd, sending the sound of the crack of his shin bone across flesh, echoing through the arena. Scott holds his back in pain as he falls over to his right side, only for Silence to grab a hold of Kidd by his head and dragging him up to his feet. Silence backs Kidd up against the nearest set of ropes, and irish whips him with all his might across the ring. Kidd turns and bounces off the opposite set of ropes, which propel him at full speed right back towards a waiting Silence -- who extends his right arm outwards from his body. Scott ducks the clothesline attempt and continues running, turning and bouncing off the ropes once again while Silence spins around. Kidd runs at Silence, who bends over looking for a back body drop -- but Kidd stops short and brings his right knee cap to the chin of Silence, which stands him straght up. Kidd leaps into the air and delivers a direct shot to the face with both boots, with a leaping dropkick that sends Silence down to the mat.

Kissens - Kidd just messed up Silence's pretty face.

Falcoon - I thought you liked DK.

Kissens - I do. He doesn't like me, though.

Scott Kidd hits the mat, only to hop right up. He walks to the fallen Silence, lifting him up to a bent position. He tucks Silence's head between his legs and butterflies his right arm, followed by his left.

Dunn - He's going for The Basher!

Silence breaks his arms free and wraps them around the thighs of Scott Kidd. He lifts his head up, standing upwards while holding Scott over his head with his legs over Silence's shoulders. Silence whips Kidd's legs downward with an Alabama Slam and hooks the leg of Kidd while the referee drops into place.

Kissens - This could be it...

1...2...kickout by Kidd! The fans cheer loudly while Silence confers peacefully with the referee about the count. Kidd rolls over onto his stomach and Silence turns away from the referee, glancing down at Scott pulls himself up to all fours. Silence grabs a hold of Kidd by his head, helping him up to his feet -- only to crack a devastating knife edge chop across his chest. The strike doesn't knock Scott down, but it staggers him backwards as Silence follows. Once Kidd is facing Silence once again, Silence destroys the chest of Kidd with another thunderous knife edge chop. Kidd crosses both of his arms across his body, backpeddling into the corner.

Dunn - I wouldn't want to take those chops.

Kissens - Me neither.

Dunn - Yeah, your tits would pop.

Falcoon - Hahaha. You're full of zingers tonight, James.

Dunn - Yeah, I'm on fire. Like the house of Jesse Williams.

Silence follows Kidd into the corner, kicking him with the bottom of his boot across his stomach.

Dunn - What? Too soon?

Falcoon - Ugh.

Again, Silence kicks Kidd in the stomach -- sending Scott Kidd to a seated position with his back resting up against the bottom turnbuckle. Sensing his advantage, Silence grabs a hold of the top rope with both hands and uses it for balance while thrusting his boot downward again, and again at the head, chest or stomach of Kidd. The referee steps in, pulling Silence off of Scott who looks out of it in the corner. Silence pushes the referee aside and grabs Kidd up by his arms and lifts him to a seated position on the top rope. Silence begins climbing up to the top rope, and he grabs Scott into a front face lock. Kidd regains his senses and he pushes Silence off of the top rope, sending him crashing down to the mat. On adrenaline alone, Silence rolls right back up to his feet and at the same time, on his last legs, Scott Kidd stands up on the top rope. He leaps off, nailing a cross body block from the top rope on Silence -- but as Silence crashes back-first to the mat, he rolls through, hooking the leg of Kidd into a pinning situation with the referee already in position to make the count.

Falcoon - REVERSAL!

1...2...thr- Kidd kicks out, and both men roll to their backs exhausted from their exchange. The fans applaud, with clashing chants of "Si-lence! Si-lence!" and "D-K! D-K!" breaking out throughout the arena. The two men begin pushing themselves up, with Kidd grabbing a hold of the ropes nearest to him and hooking his left elbow over the middle rope. Silence chooses to roll himself over from his back onto all fours, looking down at the mat with his mouth wide open gasping for air. He pushes through his limits, bringing his right knee up to his chest and placing his left knee on the mat. Kidd grabs a hold of the top rope with his right hand, and picks himself up to his feet to catch his breath. Right next to him, Silence pushes himself up to his unsteady feet and his grabs onto the ropes to maintain his balance. The two men lock eyes once again, and push themselves off of the ropes and towards each other.

Dunn - Here we go once more!

Kissens - Great opener!

Silence lifts his boot, kicking Kidd in his sore ribs which stops him right in his tracks. He pushes Kidd backwards up against the ropes and irish whips him across the ring again, but he quick rushes behind Scott to the middle of the ring -- cutting the distance between them as Kidd bounces back first off the opposite set of ropes. Scott has little time to react, and Silence bends over -- sticking his head between the legs of Scott and flipping him over his back with a back body drop.

Dunn - What the?

As Silence flips Scott, he grabs a hold of Silence around the waist which prevents him from being tossed over. Silence stumbles, and Kidd is brought down to his feet with Silence's head between his legs. Kidd wastes no time in butterflying both of Silence's arms and lifting him up, before driving him head first to the mat with a variation of the pedigree. He flips Silence over and covers him.

Falcoon - The Basher!

Kissens - And the cover..

The referee slides into place and counts the fall...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match..."Diamond in the Rough" Scott Kidd!

Dunn - Okay, I'm impressed.

Kissens - He's still got it!

Falcoon - Anybody can beat Drake Munday, but it takes talent to beat Silence.

Dunn - Give credit where it is due -- Silence made one hell of an impression for his first match out of the gate.

Falcoon - Oh of course.

Kissens - I think there's going to be a lot more focus on these two soon, y'all.

Dunn - I agree. This match gained the attention of those fans.

Falcoon - If they didn't have them already.

Dunn - Point taken.

PA System - And now you die!

We Hate Everyone by Type O Negative begins blaring out over the PA system and Zack Perry bursts through the curtains, a black Towncraft suit jacket flapping dramatically behind him as front stage fans blow over him from below, whipping his tie over his left shoulder. The crowd cheers and Perry points a finger out toward the audience to his right, then gradually pans it over the crowd, eyeing over them to find his diehard bloodshed fans. Locating a pocket of them stage left, Perry waves and blows kisses to the crowd as Specter slips through the curtains behind him, creeping into his spotlight and standing to his right.

Zack Perry - You there! You're the ones this is for. My gift to you, the hardcore fans who have followed my dream no matter where we've brought it. I've had the privilege of working with some of the greatest in the business, but when I bought into the OWF, it wasn't about the money. It was about giving something back to you.

Playing the crowd for all it's worth, Perry grins like a gameshow host, giving the crowd the double point with both hands. The cheer again.

Zack Perry - I did it because you deserve something more than what this industry offers you, and I did it here because of that man.

Perry guestures open palmed toward the ring as Scott Kidd approaches the ropes, looking down the aisle toward him.

Zack Perry - I worked with Kidd as my employer and my employee, and Scott Kidd has an incredible talent in the industry...

The crowd continues cheering mindlessly and Kidd smiles for a single moment.

Zack Perry - ..to turn everything he touches to crap.

The audience about-face is instantious. Booes deafen the arena, seemingly mixed toward both Perry and Kidd as the crowd divides on whom to support. The chant of "M-V-Dub!" rallies forward, only to be overrun by a building crescendo of 'Di-Mond Kidd'.

Zack Perry - Scott Kidd gave the OWF it's longest, and most uneventful stretches, boring us into submission until Johnson came along and reminded us that we could actually still be entertained. He rehashed the same stories and crammed his Trump Cards down our throats. And we all were forced to take it because there wasn't another option.

The 'Di-Mond Kidd' chant dies off into a rousing chorus of booes.

Zack Perry - I know. I know. But honestly, ASW never counted as an option.

The crowd reunites just as fickle into a unanimous chorus of laughter.

Zack Perry - Scott Kidd also gave me the most lackluster, least involved Heavyweight Champion I ever had the misfortune of employing. But as much as I want to hate him for that, I still have to remind myself that when push came to shove, ol' Dusty Fatal was loyal to MVW at the core, fighting on even after death.

More laughter, Specter's actually being caught on Perry's microphone as he cackles from over Perry's shoulder.

Zack Perry - So Kidd, you know, for old time's sake, I'm throwing you a bone. At Martyr For Your Country, I am giving Scott Kidd a title shot.

The crowd explodes with it's cheers. Kidd looks shocked. Specter grins ear to ear, almost matching the scars Silence had left on Perry's face so many years ago.

Zack Perry - Scott Kidd will be squaring off in an escape only Cage Match, in one of those quality MVW built cages that doesn't have a retarded door built into one side, against the MVW Lillyass Champion Trent Steel!

The audience explodes in cheers of approval while Scott Kidd in turn looks shocked. Perry grins smugly, his smile crooked through the scars, and waves out at the crowd and he turns around and disappears back through the curtains, Specter guarding him from the rear.

Falcoon - One match is signed for Power Hour!

Dunn - About time!

Kissens - I know. It's only ten days away.

Falcoon - And we'll see Steel taking on Scott Kidd for the LillyAss Title.

Dunn - Notice how Perry said "MVW LillyAss Champion"?

Kissens - Sure did, y'all.

Falcoon - Looks like Zack has revenge on his mind.

The feed cuts backstage, where we see Silence as he is heading back towards his dressing room after his match, when all of a sudden a familiar voice calls out.

Voice – You know I thought CJ was pulling my leg when he called me up and told me you were on Addiction last week asking for me.

Silence turns around and sees Ray Lopes leaning back against the wall.

Dunn - That's Lopes! He's back!

Falcoon - Listen to the crowd, they are rocking!

Kissens - I missed him, y'all. He's a sweetie pie.

The crowd chants "WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK!" as Ray appears for the first time on OWF television in months. He nonchalantly glances at Silence who locks eyes with him.

Ray Lopes – I thought you were too PUSSY to show your face around here! I mean weren’t you the main one calling me out for jumping ship and now you’re in OWF too, kind of hypocritical, don’t you think?

Ray grins and continues on.

Ray Lopes – So you and I got unfinished business, is that how you see it “Mr. Era of Excellence?”

Silence now looks annoyed.

Silence – Yeah…

Ray Lopes – What the fuck makes you think you’re even on my level, huh?

Ray gets off the wall and walks up close to Silence as they’re now practically nose to nose staring each other down. Just when it looks like they’re about to come to blows, out of nowhere comes Prez CJ to break it up.

Prez CJ – Whoa, whoa gentleman, let’s not get carried away now. I asked you both to come back, and I finally have you both in an OWF arena at the same time. You're two of the greatest to grace this sport. Lopes, you've accomplished so much -- yet all of that is dwarfed by the respect you earn every night you gave all your heart and soul to these fans.

A loud ovation is heard backstage, while puts a smile on Ray's face as he nods his head in appreciation.

Prez CJ - And Silence, the only man to defend the ASW Championship on OWF Television. I'll tell you what -- that took balls. I know you have been active in ASW, and I watched your progress. You know the extent of my recruitment tactics, and I wouldn't waste that on just anyone.

Again the fans applaud while Silence stands stonefaced and emotionless after his tough loss.

Prez CJ - You two are special. Two of a kind even. There's no need to come to blows without millions and millions of YOUR fans being able to watch it Live in the Arena or on a Pay Per View Telecast.

CJ cuts in between the two -- who stare at him as if he has ten heads.

Prez CJ – So, here's an idea, October 26th, Cold Black Day…you two, one on one!

The fans explode, making CJ cut his sentence short. He awaits them to come to a dull hum before continuing.

Prez CJ - So, how about it?

CJ looks over at Ray first for confirmation.

Ray Lopes – I’m down, just one thing though, make it a Shut the Hell Up match.

Prez CJ – What’s that?

Ray Lopes – Little match I came up with when I was in ASW to shut up guys like Spaz and Devastator, who both thought it was okay to run their mouths about me just like this lame over here!

Ray points to Silence.

Ray Lopes – Anything goes, loser gets their mouth taped shut after the match.

CJ looks over at Silence for confirmation.

Silence – Fine by me, just one tweak..

Prez CJ - What's that?

Silence - Change the name of the match to a "Shut the FUCK Up Match" for this one only, because Ray really needs to shut the fu--

Prez CJ – Yeah, Yeah, thanks -- I got it.

CJ cuts off Silence, obviously getting his point.

Prez CJ - It’s settled then, you two…one on one in a Shut the Fuck Up match at Cold Black Day. No disqualifications, no countouts -- falls count anywhere. One condition...

The two men take their eyes off each other, after the intense few minutes of a staredown, and lock them on CJ.

Prez CJ - I don’t want you two coming to blows right now. I don't want you coming to blows next week. Hell, I don't care if it's Power Hour. Like I said, this deserves to be settled where millions of people can see two of the most talented superstars to ever walk through the OWF lock up one on one. If either of you lay so much as a finger on one another before the bell rings for your match at Cold Black Day, the match is off. You got it?

Ray Lopes – No problem, CJ. It doesn’t have to be tonight, I can wait.

Silence - Same here, boss.

Ray smirks as he walks away from CJ and Silence. He stays facing forward though never turning his back as he says something else to Silence that can’t be made out. The feed cuts back to the announcers booth as Missy Janson stands up at ringside with a microphone in her hand.

Falcoon - I can't believe it...Lopes and Silence are back within two weeks of each other.

Dunn - There were rumors the two would feud back in May. Nothing materialized, and both men left.

Kissens - It's great to have them back. And even better we get to see them face each other!

Missy begins heading up the stairs, when she is stopped dead in her tracks by a thunderous boom over the speakers.

Falcoon - It looked like it was time for the second match. But, we're being joined by some visitors.

Suddenly, "Bodyguard" by Eminem hits the PA System.

What you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
Show us your as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and get your BODYGUARD?

Missy backpeddles back down the steels steps, and returns to her seat as Porta Prince and Vernon Somoza step from behind the curtain into the view of the sold out arena. They don their "FUn Can Kill YOU. EL PLAGA" T-shirts, with a giant flag. The flag is bearing the OWF's name, complete with logo and the words "Outsider Wrestling Federation" underneath the logo. Somoza leads the way, microphone in hand as Porta Prince is in a steady pace behind him, waving the OWF flag to the crowd's approval. The music cuts off as El Plaga enters the ring.

Vernon Somoza - Before we begin......I just want to make one thing clear. And I believe by saying these 3 letters, my point will get across.......O.....W.....F!!!!

The crowd goes insane as Somoza leads off a classic "O-W-F!, O-W-F!" chant in unison with the crowd. Porta Prince is in the background helping the chant on, waving the OWF flag proudly throughout the ring.

Vernon Somoza - Contrary to belief my friends, what you saw on that Friday Night show was NOT El Plaga alligning themselves with Sack Jullivan.....Sheesh, who would want a boss with the first name Sack?

The crowd erupts in laughter as random "Sack Jullivan" chants begin in the crowd.

Vernon Somoza - On a serious note, we couldn't leave the OWF after all it's done for us. This is our first opportunity at a wrestling spotlight in our young careers! President CJ has looked out for us since we sign them contracts, so there is NO WAY IN HELL that we would ever do the OWF wrong!

The crowd starts back up the "O-W-F!, O-W-F!" chant.

Vernon Somoza - With wrestlers like Vacant...

The fans cheer loudly for their absent I Heart Moxie Champion.

Vernon Somoza - Hang Ten...

The fans quiet down a bit, but still keep a loud roar upon the mention of Jared Wave and Skotty Surph's tag team.

Vernon Somoza - The injured Moxie Roxie...

The entire arena cheers for Moxie as Somoza glances out to the crowd before lifting the microphone to his lips.

Vernon Somoza - And our OWF Champion...JESSE WILLIAMS!

The loudest pop comes for the champion, as even the camera shakes from the thunderous ovation upon Somoza's mentioning of Jesse's name.

Vernon Somoza - Why would we leave the best competition and go to...NLW?

The crowd boos at the mention of the those three initials.

Vernon Somoza - OWF.....we believe in you in this interfed war!! We are your soldiers in this President Chase Johnson. We are ready for WAR! And just to prove our loyalty to you.......OWF....THIS....IS FOR YOU!

The camera zooms in to Somoza, dropping the mic and reaching into his fatigue jacket. He pulls out a fresh Cuban cigar and matches. The crowd is cheering on El Plaga, a rarity, as Somoza inspects and sniffs his cigar. As his face fills with content, he lights every match in the book, lights his cigar, takes a few puffs, and the crowd erupts. Porta Prince walks over flag in hand, and Somoza ignites the flag on fire. The flag, as if it was doused in gasoline before they entered the arena, becomes engulfed in flames as the crowd looks on in shock. Porta waves the flaming flag around the ring, much to the rabid fans' disapproval. Porta Prince walks to a corner and props the flag on a ring post. Somoza comes over as they left-hand salute the flag. The crowd jeers and boos their lungs out at the obvious sign of disrespect. Somoza lets off his sadistic laugh as Porta Prince grabs the microphone off the ground.

Porta Prince - SHUT THE HELL UP!

The crowd's jeers are so loud, with "YOU SUCK" and "FUCK 'EM UP JESSE, FUCK 'EM UP" chants in random spots, Somoza and Porta can no longer speak inside the ring. The two men wait for the chants to die down before Porta continues.

Porta Prince - You idiots believe anything! We've come out here week after week, putting on a show, despite President He's Gay attempts at putting us in the back burner! President C-Gay doesn't realize his top talent is standing right here in the middle of the ring! I guess burning shit up will give us more recognition....it worked for Jesse Williams!

Boos continue as the flag is still burning on the ring post.

Falcoon - That was low.

Dunn - The guy burnt his own house down. He deserves the jabs.

Porta Prince points to the ring post.

Porta Prince - You see this burning flag!?! This flag represents the FUTURE of the OWF if they don't smarten up and give the REAL SuperStars of this fed the spotlight! Painfully Dumb Ass Wrestling Titles......Titles named after the affection of sum pre-pubescent looking pop-star......Tag Team Titles defended as Singles Titles......Titles you win if you lose??? All of these stupid gimmicks on these belts, because the current holders of the titles don't have enough skill to carry the belt as a TRADITIONAL title! This fed is going to DIE if you don't put talented athletes, such as MYSELF and SOMOZA, to the foreground!

The crowd's jeers continues as Porta Prince's rant continues on.

Porta Prince - Which is why. we've decided to side with JACK SULLIVAN.

The crowd begins to re-chant "Sack Jullivan".

Porta Prince - That attack on Draco was just the beginning. Soon, all who disobey the honorable Jack Sullivan will suffer the consequences of El Plaga!!

Porta reaches into his pocket as the burning flame has finally come to an end. The crowd still in shock become silent as Porta Prince is unfolding a black cloth. He hands the cloth to Somoza and reaches for the flag pole. Somoza, smiling ear-to-ear with the cigar between his teeth, unveils the cloth to reveal the letters, "NLW". The fans erupt in jeers at the sight of this as Porta clips on the new flag in place of the burnt one. Somoza picks up the microphone as Porta stands on the 2nd turnbuckle and waves the flag in pride.

Vernon Somoza - Prepare for EL PLAGA!!! La Revolucion has begun!!

Somoza drops the mic as Porta props the NLW flag back in to the ring post. They now right-hand salute the flag and walk out of the ring. Trash flies at the ramp as the two defectors taunt their way to backstage.

Kissens - Those bastards.

Dunn - Who cares? They're foreign anyways.

Falcoon - Come on James, the young guys in this federation are the future. We need them.

Dunn - That may be the case, but I know for sure Porta and Somoza need the OWF more than the OWF needs them.

Kissens - Totally agreed. They'll come crawling back...Right, Gordie?

Falcoon - I don't know, Jackie. I don't know.

Missy again stands up at ringside, grabbing a microphone again from the time keepers table.

Kissens - Lets try this again.

Janson skips up the steel ringsteps and plants her feet onto the apron on the outside. She parts the middle and top rope, stepping through into the ring to a slew of cat-calls.

Dunn - Well, atleast they aren't sleazy, drunken, mexican cat calls.

Falcoon - It really does feel great to be in a place where people always understand you.

Dunn - Yeah, and now only peoples breath smells like shit. Back in Mexico, everything smelled like shit.

Kissens - Yeah, even roses. So I guess my shit smelled like roses for a month.

Dunn - Hahaha -- gross, Jackie.

While the announcers joked around, Missy approached the center of the ring and took a position facing the live feed camera. She now lifts the microphone up to her mouth with her right hand, and begins to address the crowd.

Missy Janson - It's time for the second bout of the evening, and it is a one fall match with no time limit...

The remaing fans in the hallways of the Liverpool Echo Arena return to their seats in a sprint once the announcements start.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, making his OWF debut...from San Francisco, California...Please give a warm welcome to, Jason Chase!

Sounds of women moaning and groaning are heard as Jason Chase makes his way to the ring to just the sounds of extreme pleasure from a woman. Women's panties and bras begin flying and litter the aisle way. A big fat guy throws his underwear and it narrowly misses Chase as he ducks it. Chase slides in the ring and takes off his shirt, a couple of women begin to cry and faint. Chase flexes his muscle.

Falcoon - A little cocky, isn't he?

Kissens - So I hear. I'm going to investigate the situation tonight.

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

PA System - Tonight's your lucky fucking night.

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

Why, the arrival of none other than Specter, who steps through the curtain and surveys the arena with a smirk. From behind the curtains, he is joined on the stage by Zack Perry.

Falcoon - What is he doing here?

Dunn - I'm guessing this extra seat and headset tells me we have a special guest announcer.

Kissens - Wow, good work jackass.

Specter looks from the ring to the fans and back again. He then glances over his right shoulder to see Zack Perry right behind him, before beginning his pace to the ring. Shrugging off the high five attempts and remarks of fans, he slips to ringside and rolls under the bottom rope. Meanwhile, Zack slaps the hands of every fan as he walks around the ring and heads for the announcers booth. Specter's music cuts out and he retreats to his corner, while Perry takes a seat at the announcers booth and puts on a headset.

Falcoon - Well, we are joined by OWF Executive Board Member, Zack Perry.

Zack Perry - The pleasure is all yours.

Kissens - So, what do you have in store for Power Hour?

Zack Perry - Just wait. The LillyAss Match is just a taste.

Missy leaves the ring, leaving Jason Chase and Specter in the ring.

Dunn - This is a mismatch for sure.

Kissens - In penis size?

Zack Perry - Since when did this become PWF?

Falcoon - When Jackie slutted her way up to this announcing gig.

Dunn - Yeah, you bitch.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Chase charges at Specter, who steps forward as Jason reaches him. Specter fires first with a right hand at the sprinting Jason Chase -- who baseball slides between the legs of Specter. He reaches around his waist and grabs a hold of him in a reverse waist lock, and somehow throws Specter over his head with a german suplex.

Falcoon - So early? Wow. This Chase guy must be good.

Jason Chase keeps a hold of Specter around his waist, and rolls him up to his feet -- attempting another german suplex that is thwarted by a back elbow by Specter. It breaks the reverse waist lock Chase has on him and also stuns Chase slightly. Specter grabs a hold of Jason around the waist, with a regular waist lock and flips him over his head with a release overhead belly to belly suplex. Chase smacks the mat hard with his back, but is able to quickly shrug off the immediate pain and shock -- and get up to his feet. He approaches Specter and ducks a left hook from Specter, following it up with a sharp european uppercut with Jason's right arm across Specter's throat. This staggers Specter backwards against the ropes and Chase pursues him, pressing Specter further up against the ropes before taking hold of Specter's left hand with Chase's right. He irish whips Specter across the ring and begins walking towards the center of the ring in pursuit. When Specter bounces off the ropes, he charges right back at Jason Chase looking for a shoulder block -- but Chase leap frogs over Specter at the last second. Furious, instead of stopping, Specter picks up speed and bounces off the ropes once more, charging at Chase. Jason leaps into the air and connects with a flipping dropkick to the chest, that sends Chase down to the mat only for a moment before hopping back up -- and sends Specter backpeddling towards the ropes. He hits back-first, regains his bearings and charges right at Jason Chase once again. Specter extends his right arm for a clothesline, but Jason Chase approaches and hooks Specter's right arm at the elbow with his right arm at the elbow. He swings himself around, grapevining the left arm of Specter with both of his legs -- and he swings Specter downwards, pinning both of his shoulders to the mat with a crucifix pin. The referee drops to his knees and makes the count...1...2...Specter kicks out.

Falcoon - Chase is fast, but it's too quick to win on a roll up.

Dunn - He can wear Specter down though.

Zack Perry - Don't judge a book by it's cover. Specter can hang with anyone.

Dunn - No one is saying he can't. He just hasn't scounted Jason Chase like he could have for Trent Steel, or Vacant and Jesse.

Zack Perry - Vacant?

Falcoon - Your son?

Zack Perry - Oh. Right.

Both men spin up to their feet from the first pinfall attempt of the match, but Specter decks Jason as they meet, with a thundering right elbow. He glances down and smirks before Specter lifts Chase up, but Jason pokes Specter right in the eye -- drawing boos from the crowd. He follows that up by running up against the nearest set of ropes and leaping up to the second rope, back flipping into the ring towards Specter with an asai moonsault that connects across the shoulder of Specter. Both men crash down to the mat, and Jason Chase uses the ropes right next to him to pull himself up to his feet and steps back to watch Specter pull himself up. Once he does, he lunges at Jason who tugs the top rope down and Specter is sent flying over the top rope, and tumbling to the outside. Specter crashes with a harsh impact, but is able to pull himself up to his knees. Meanwhile, Jason Chase is watching Specter pulling himself up as Chase himself begins climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He steps up to the top rope, stands up tall as Specter gets to his feet and notices Chase on the top rope. Chase dives off, nailing a cross body block from the top rope onto Specter which sends him crashing down hard on his back to the concrete floor. Both men are stunned on the outside, with the fans chanting "O-W-F! O-W-F!"

Falcoon - Was that an act of desperation?

Dunn - No way, it was calculated and it served its purpose.

Zack Perry - Flying around like that is only going to end up hurting him.

Kissens - Physically..or...

Zack Perry - Hurt him physically and also damage his career.

Jason Chase reaches and grabs a hold of the ring apron skirt, using it to tug himself up to both knees while Specter grabs a hold of the steel ring barricade seperating the fans from ringside. Jason gets up to his feet first and turns back to Specter, lifting him up to his feet and rolling him into the ring under the bottom rope. Chase slides back in, lifting Specter up and pushing him back first against the ropes and attempts to irish whip him across the ring. Specter maintains a hold of his wrist and instead irish whips Chase towards the ropes. As Jason Chase hits the ropes back first, he hooks the top rope with his arms and stops his momentum from carrying him back towards Specter. Specter right at Chase who steps forward and sticks out his arm, looking for a clothesline -- but Specter hooks his arm and chicken wings it behind his back. He steps forward, hooking the left leg of Chase with his right while maintaining the crossface chicken wing. He sweeps the legs out from Chase and drive him face first into the mat with a chicken wing front leg sweep.

Falcoon - Prank Masturbation!

Dunn - The best name for a move in the history of the world!

Both men are down on their backs, looking up to the rafters after rolling over from their stomachs after the impact. A chant of "Spec-ter! Spec-ter!" breaks out, as the fans get behind Specter. Again, both men choose to use the help of the ropes to help themselves up. They are side by side as they both grab a hold of the middle rope with both hands. They ignore each other for the most part, as Chase pulls himself up to his knees while Specter gets up to one knee with a hold on the top rope. Jason then also grabs the top rope, lifting himself up only to collapse into the nearby corner turnbuckle. Specter gets to his feet and runs at Chase in the corner, but somehow Jason swings his legs up in time and catches Specter flush in the face which stumbles him backwards towards the center of the ring. Once Jason plants his feet back on the mat, he picks himself up to a seated position on the top rope before standing up on the top of the turnbuckle staring at Specter.

Dunn - He's up top once again!

Falcoon - Specter has no answer yet for him when he flies.

Zack Perry - But on the mat, he has dominated.

Jason leaps off the top rope looking for a missle dropkick, but his legs are caught by Specter and he slams back first to the mat. Specter hooks both of Jason Chase's legs at the knees under his arm pits and turns him over into a high angle boston crab.

Kissen - Lion Tamer!

Zack Perry - More like Gesture of Friendship. Wow, she really is dumb.

Specter kneels into the shoulder blades of Chase while wrenching back with the move. Jason reaches out with his right arm, while his left is tucked under his body and is immobile, trying to grab for the ropes which are just out of reach. Specter doesn't give an inch, keeping the lock tight upon the body of Jason Chase, who rebuffs the referee who is directly in his face checking if he wants to give up. Jason Chase digs his nails into the mat, clawing his way towards the ropes. Specter stumbles slightly, giving Chase enough room to extend his right hand and grab a hold of the bottom rope. Specter doesn't let go of the hold, instead choosing to keep it locked while the referee warns him. He begins the manditory five count...1...2...3...4...Specter whips both of Jason Chase's legs to the mat, releasing the hold just before being disqualified.

Falcoon - That was close.

Zack Perry - He know what he is doing. He has a plan, trust me.

Specter argues with the referee, who holds up his hand with all five of his fingers extended. Specter rears his hand back and the referee flinches, causing Specter to laugh as he turns himself around towards Chase who is using the ropes to lift himself up. Specter grabs a hold of Chase by his hair, lifting him up to his feet before knocking him right back down with a short range blunt elbow strike to the right of his jaw. Specter bends down and lifts Chase up again, to only once again take him right back down -- this time with a short forearm strike across the right cheek of Jason Chase. Specter looks out to the crowd who responds with a roar of cheers for him. He begins to talk to fans at ringside, hanging over the top rope and calling a few of them out to fight him.

Falcoon - Specter doesn't want the fans to like him?

Zack Perry - It's hard not to when you're as dominant as him.

Dunn - He's a prime example of talent that the OWF needs to base itself on.

Kissens - But the fans just respect him, don't y'all think he deserves to give them some respect back?

Zack Perry - The only thing the OWF fans do is pay the money that gets given to Specter in form of a paycheck.

Specter turns back around to see Jason Chase on all fours. He slowly stalks to the left side of him and takes two quick steps forward -- first his right, then his left -- before rearing his right leg back and whipping forward with his shin smashing across the exposed ribs of Chase. Jason flops over onto his back as he begins coughing furiously. Specter measures him up, and drops a short elbow drop across his sternum only to pull himself right back up to again stare at the cheering fans.

Dunn - He better pay attention to Chase or else this smack talk will be all for naught.

Falcoon - That's a good point James.

Zack Perry - Finally, right guys?

Kissens - Totally, y'all.

Dunn - Hey, I scooted my chair over for you, don't make me--

Falcoon - James, stop.

Specter turns back to Jason Chase, who is crouched on one knee and glaring at Specter from across the ring. He approaches Chase, and grabs him by the hair yet again -- only to find himself on the receiving end of a short right jab from Jason. Specter releases his hold on Jason, as he stands up and nails a right haymaker to bridge of Specter's nose which stuns him and drops him to one knee. Chase leans back first up against the ropes, catching his breath with his eyes peeled on Specter who holds his face while still kneeling in the middle of the ring. Chase awaits for Specter to stand, and as he does Jason presses himself backwards and bends the ropes back. He charges forward, with a bit of added momentum from the ropes, heading right for Specter. Chase leaps into the air and wraps his legs around the head of Specter, and attempts a hurricanrana in the middle of the ring as he swings himself backwards. Specter is able to counter the move by planting his feet and wrapping both of his hands around the thighs of Jason with his legs still around his neck. Jason Chase remains hung up, but pulls himself up into a powerbomb position in Specters favor -- only to swing backwards again. This time, he executes the flip but Specter grabs both of Chase's legs at the knees and lets him crash face first into the mat. He puts both of his legs at the knee under his arm pits and again Specter kneels into the upper back of Jason Chase with a high angle boston crab. The fans cheer even louder than before, and Specter can be seen and heard yelling "Shut up!" in the ring.

Falcoon - I don't know if Chase can get out of it this time.

Jason Chase buries his face into the canvas, finding himself in the middle of the ring. He pulls his left arm out from under his chest, which is pressed firmly against the mat by the knee of Specter. Chase plants both of his palms on the mat, reaching out and trying to crawl but can only seem to budge a few inches before becoming too tired. The referee checks on Chase while Specter rears back even further now, and even though Jason Chase is in a lot of pain, he continually tells the referee he wants to continue. Once again he tries crawling towards the ropes, but finds himself unable to move anymore.

Dunn - I think he has to tap!

Zack Perry - It'll be a nice victory on Specter's mantle.

In a last ditch effort, Jason Chase plants both of his hands on the mat and pushes himself upward. He pulls his body upward so now Specter only has Chase on his back with his legs between his arms. Chase swings himself up, grabbing the head of Specter -- only to swing him forward. This sends Specter lunging to a nearby corner, where he is sent through the top and middle ropes and shoudler first into the turnbuckle. Chase lays on the mat holding his legs while Specter remains shoulder first up against the ring post while resting chest first on the second turnbuckle.

Kissens - He's lucky he got out of that.

Zack Perry - If he didn't tap, I know for sure Specter would snap his legs like chicken bones.

Falcoon - There's no doubting that.

Jason Chase begins pulling himself up with a look of pain strewn across his face. He glares at Specter who is beginning to move in the corner, and Chase strives to get up to his feet first. The fans are firmly behind Specter, while Jason seems to be about three steps ahead of Specter as he yanks himself up to his damaged legs. He hobbles across the ring, approaching Specter from behind. He stumbles to his feet and Chase runs at him, grabbing his head in a reverse front face lock and charging the corner. Jason Chase walks up the turnbuckle and spins around 180 degress, so that both he and Specter are facing the center of the ring. Chase extends his legs and looks to use his momentum from the swing to drive Specter down with a swinging bulldog -- but Specter stands firm and instead grabs a hold of Chase around his waist with both arms. Jason's feet touch the mat, but only for a moment as Specter flips him backwards over his head -- looking for a back drop. Chase back flips and lands on his feet behind Specter. He again lunges forward and grabs Specter in a reverse front face lock and this time sits out and drives the face of Specter right into the mat.

Dunn - I don't think this is going how Specter planned it.

Kissens - Chase is getting his offense in. No telling how this one will end, y'all!

Zack Perry - I already have told you!

Falcoon - He is right, he has told u--

Gordie is interrupted by a series of loud boos. The feed cuts to the ramp where we see JC walk out from the back.

Falcoon - What is he here for now?

He walks down the ramp, with his back to the ring watching the entrance way and also the OWF Tron.

Kissens - It seems like he is on guard.

Zack Perry - Specter is a very good talker. It's very easy to want to follow him.

Dunn - Well are you brainwashed? All you talk about is Specter lately.

Falcoon - Shut up, James.

Chase takes notice of JC, and turns around only to be cold clocked by Specter with a closed fist. Specter pushes Jason backwards with both hands, pushing him backfirst against the ropes only to nearly decapitate him with a whipping clothesline. Specter falls to the mat, hooking the leg of Chase while pressing the entire weight of his body down across the chest of Jason Chase. The referee slides in and begins the count...1...2...kickout! Specter immediately pulls himself up from his knees -- but not before digging his fingers into the scalp of Chase and tugging him up with Specter by his hair. Specter grabs a hold of Chase by his right arm and irish whips him back first into the corner. Chase impacts the turnbuckle with a sharp force, with his arms hung up on the top rope. Specter wastes no time as he bursts into a full-on sprint directed at Chase. At the last second, Chase slips out of the ring through the top and middle ropes and falls down to the apron on the outside -- meanwhile, Specter crashes chest first into the turnbuckle and remains hung up while trying to shake off his daze.

Dunn - Was that part of Specter's plan too, Zack?

Zack Perry - Don't antagonize me, I'll put you in a match for your job if you don't address me as Mr. Perry from now on.

Dunn - Right. Sorry Mr. Perry.

Zack Perry - That's better.

Falcoon - Dunn is dickwhipped.

Dunn - Shut up, Gordie.

Jason Chase rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring, spinning up to his feet and approaching Specter in the corner. He turns him around, so he is now back first in the corner, and bends down to stick his shoulder into Specter's abdomen. He then lifts him up to a seated position on the top rope, and Chase senses that Specter is coming to. Jason scales up the ropes as well, standing up on the top rope and pulling Specter up as well -- and right into a front face lock. Specter nails a few short strikes to his ribs, which frees the front face lock Jason Chase had around his neck.

Dunn - This is dangerous territory.

Out of nowhere, Chase leaps up and wraps his legs around the head of Specter and flips backwards -- executing a textbook top rop hurricanrana that nearly shoots Specter all the way across the ring as he crashes down to his back. Chase falls down onto his chest with the move and holds himself in a bit of pain, but grabs a hold of the ropes and begins to use them to pull himself up to one knee -- with his adrenaline fueling his physical motion.

Falcoon - Jason Chase could actually pull off the upset here!

Kissens - He's got a good shot, but he needs to be able to muster up the stamina to continue on.

Zack Perry - That's right. Specter never quits. Ever.

Dunn - You're right, Mr. Perry.

Zack Perry - You're damn right I'm right! Specter knows about winning; that's the difference between us and guys like Jason Chase who have just gone soft.

Kissens - I hear 'going soft' isn't a problem for Chase.

Zack Perry - Thank you. Very classy. Chase is irrelevant. A peon. But I may as well take this opportunity to announce that being an MVW card, Power Hour will be fought under MVW rules. That means no count outs. No disqualifications. And anyone thinking to win under less than scrupulous tactics can expect the most absolutely stern verbal warnings our referees can give. Ha ha ha.

Dunn - Kinda like in England when cops chase down crooks. "Freeze! Or I'll yell freeze louder!"

Zack Perry - Exactly! This guy gets it!

Just then, as Jason Chase stands up and looks to head back to the corner with a severe limp in his step, Drake Munday runs out from behind the curtains.

Falcoon - We'll see how much of a guard JC is now.

Munday runs down the ramp, only to stop in front of JC. The two exchange a staredown, only for JC to step to the side and allow Drake to step to ringside.

Dunn - I'd rate him as Poor to Worst right about now.

Munday begins yelling at Chase, which catches his attention and he walks towards the side of the ring. Words are exchanged, with Specter slowly pulling himself up, with the referee right next to him checking on him, on the other side of the ring with Chase's back to him. Jason turns back around and turns back to Specter -- who grabs the referee by the collar and uses him to pull himself up. Munday grabs the boots of Chase, which spins him around and he walks to the ropes. He steps up to the bottom rope, leaning over and extending his arm out to challenge Munday. In a feat of agility, Munday hops up to the apron as Chase hangs over them, and grabs his head -- executing The Darkness across the top rope and driving the throat of Jason across the top rope.

Dunn - Munday just helped Specter!

Kissens - And the fans love it!

Falcoon - Is this is plan?

Zack Perry - Oh my god, we have someone on the panel with half of a brain.

Dunn - Don't I have half of a brain, Mr. Perry?

Zack Perry - Sure you do, James. Sure you do.

Specter lets go of the referee and pulls himself up, with Jason Chase stumbling towards him. Specter bends down, putting his head under the right arm pit of Chase and grabbing a hold of his pants. He begins to lift Chase up, then with his right leg he snaps his knee up into the crotch of Jason Chase -- then flips him over with a Northern Lights Suplex. The referee slides into place as Specter bridges his back and keeps Chase's shoulders pinned to the mat...

Falcoon - What a cheap shot!

The referee begins to count...1...2...3!

Kissens - I don't know about that, but it worked. So whatever.

Missy Janson - The winner of this bout...Specter!

Dunn - What did I say? Mismatch.

Kissens - Chase looked impressive, I suppose.

Zack Perry - It's never easy going up against someone like Specter in your first match. Let alone any match at all.

Dunn - That's true.

Kissens - Now all I gotta do is find out if all the rumors about him are true, y'all.

Dunn - You go do that, and while you're at it -- jump off a bridge, too.

Zack Perry - Well, on that pleasing thought...

Perry leaves ringside, a smile on his face as he approaches Missy Janson.

Dunn - Oh shit, did I piss him off?

Falcoon - You better hope not.

He pulls the microphone from her hand and slides under the bottom rope. He walks over to Specter, as Perry and the referee hold up both of Specter's hands. Next to them stand JC and Drake Munday, while Jason Chase exits the ring and slowly retreats up the stage. He disappears behind the curtains and the feed cuts back to the ring, where Perry lifts the microphone up to his lips.

Zack Perry - As look upon this gem of a man, this prime specimen of mind and body in complete harmony, I see not just the best that the OWF has to offer, but what may very well be the greatest man to ever live. The Pride of Italy, ladies and gentlemen, let's give him another hand. There can never be too much applause for Specter.

The crowd cheers Specter, seemingly only out of respect for him defending the OWF. Specter yells out into the crowd, and he is seen mouthing the words "Shut the fuck up!"

Zack Perry - And Martyr For Your Country could not exist without an MVW Flag Match. Six flags from six nations of the world, each with their noble representative competing for the chance to prove their superiority. Not just for themselves, not just for their nation, but also for a shot at the OWF-

Perry winces.

Zack Perry - 'I Heart Moxie' Championship at Cold Black Day. Do you want to meet them?

The audience explodes in the affirmative.

Zack Perry - Introducing first, from the evil Nazi regime known as Germany, the OWF's own dark soldier with a checkered past, I give you- HAAAARKEEEEEER!

The overhead screen converts to the image of the German flag as Harker steps through the curtains, taking his place on the far left of the stage. Folding his arms and looking out over the crowd, Harker nods confidently as the crowd gives a mixed reaction to Harker.

Zack Perry - And next, from the slums of Haiti, a place where you can be killed for your shoes even if they're only velcro Kedds, a man who's power is only matched by his ambition- POOORTAAA PRIIIIINCE!

The overhead screen melds into the Haitian flag as Porta Prince steps through the curtains, casting one appraising glare toward Harker before taking his place on the far right of the stage, the crowd booing him as he stands smugly over them.

Zack Perry - Joining these two powerful men, I bring you a man with a mind. From the tiny island nation of Nicaragua, a man who seems destined to put his people on the map. He is.. VEEERNOOON SOOOMOOOOZAAA!

The screen fades into a Nicaraguan flag as Somoza steps through the curtains, grinning eagerly as he takes a place standing beside Porta Prince, the two both throwing a fist above their head as the flaunt their now apparent numbers advantage.

Zack Perry - But that is not all, ladies and gentlemen. From the United States of America, the only man as arrogant as his nation, I give you- VAAAAALTIIIEEEL!

The screen fades into the stars and stripes of the American flag as Valtiel steps through the curtains, shaking his long dreads from side to side as he strides toward the left stage taking his place beside Harker. Valtiel laughs visibly, obviously proud of his placement over the lengthy list of other American candidates.

Zack Perry - But wait people, I wouldn't honestly subject you to this. I have to give you somebody to actually cheer for. The first man not to hail from a complete cesspool, I give you my fellow patriot and your PDA and Blood Tag Team Champion, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada - X-TEEERMIIINAAATOOOOOR!

The screen fades into the white and red of the Canadian maple leaf, X-Terminator striding confidently through the curtains, a title belt over each shoulder. X-Terminator callously stands center stage of the five, raising a championship in either hand as the booes continue, growing to a deafening roar. Perry applauds enthusiastically from the ring before turning to Specter and sharing a few hushed whispers beyond range of the microphone. Perry can be seen mouthing the words 'if you're sure' as he turns back toward the crowd.

Zack Perry - And our sixth and final competitor, a man who I plain don't like after a bit of, ahem, personal history we have together. Representing the 'STEEL NATION' - TREEENT STEEEEEEEEL!

The overhead screen ripples into a pink field with southpark style cartoon characters of X-Terminator kissing a Were-Panther. Laughter breaks out in scattered pockets across the arena, but the overwhelming response is actually a gasp of shock and audacity.

Zack Perry - And there's your six competitors!

Perry blurts out his finish into the microphone and drops it to the canvas, bailing out of the ring on the far side and scrambling over the barrier into the crowd before Steel even makes it completely through the curtains. Steel glances up at the screen, then gives an infuriated look toward the ring where Specter remains with JC and Drake Munday, all waving to Steel mockingly. Steel takes the first two steps toward the ring, only to have X-Terminator place a hand on his shoulder and hold him back. X-Terminator can be seen talking with Steel, pointing back and forth as he says the unmic'd words 'me and you', and Steel's scowl turns into a sadistic grin. X-Terminator and Steel turn toward the other four, Somoza and Prince pairing up shoulder to shoulder on one side while Harker and Valtiel seem thrust together of mutual nessesity.

Falcoon - A six man free for all, and showcasing two of the OWF's most prominant tag teams. You have to wonder what is going through the mind of Zack Perry right now?

Kissens - Are these the men he wants to see victorious, or is he trying to drive a wedge between the OWF's united front?

Dunn - Only one flag will be left flying at Power Hour. Which of these six men will go on to Cold Black Day to challenge for the I Heart Moxie championship? We've only a week and a half to find out.

Falcoon - And in other news, Specter seems to have both JC and Munday in his pocket.

Dunn - He's picking some winners.

Kissens - A man like Specter needs back-up.

We cut backstage to Jesse Williams, sporting a fat lip and a black eye from the Josh Allen attack, sitting outside of the arena in the parking lot. He's right next to a black custom Harley Davidson motorcycle. We hear footsteps as Jesse turns and scowls.

Jesse Williams - About damn time you showed up.

The camera pans over to Trent Steel.

Trent Steel - Didn't know we had a meeting. You look like shit, pal.

Jesse Williams - Enough about me, all everyone fucking talks about is me. I'm talking about YOU...I'm onto you...I know what you're up to.

Trent Steel - So you know about my secret apple pie recipe and my plan to use nutmeg to take over the world.

Jesse Williams - Stop the fucking clowning around.

Trent Steel - Weren't you one of the people who told me to lighten up Jesse? Or have you really started going nuts.

Jesse Williams - Shut the fuck up and answer one god damn question...Did you attack Moxie?

Trent Steel - Why would I do that? I have no reason to beat her ass. But you do don't you Juvi?

Jesse grabs Steel and slams him into the bike.

Jesse Williams - I am not in the mood for your clowning around fuckhead! Did you or did you not attack Moxie last week?

Trent Steel - No. I did not.

Jesse Williams - There was that so hard.

Trent Steel - You tell me skitzo.

Trent gets up as Jesse turns his back to him.

Trent Steel - By the way. Thought I'd give you some good news.

Jesse Williams - What's that.

Jesse turns around while Steel smiles and brushes himself off -- before both men lock eyes.

Trent Steel - I'm kicking your ass at Cold Black Day.

Jesse Williams - Ha. That's funny. Thanks though...that did just brighten my day.

Trent Steel - Glad to help. Oh by the way. If you get your ass kicked by that NLW shithead again...I'm breaking your legs.

Jesse Williams - Not gonna happen.

Trent Steel - I know.

Steel begins to walk off, but Jesse calls to him.

Jesse Williams - Hey Steel, how about you put up your LillyAss Championship- that is, if you still have it.

Trent smiles and walks off while Jesse looks furiously down at the concrete floor. He becomes enraged and kicks over the bike before storming off. The feed cuts back to the announcers, who look speechless.

Falcoon - I don't know what to make of Steel.

Dunn - Jesse just went after him, and Trent just got up and brushed himself off.

Kissens - Maybe he's a changed man?

Falcoon - A zebra can't change it's stripes.

Dunn - Yeah but we're not talkin about referees, we're talking about Steel.

Falcoon - Ugh, lets go to a commercial real quick.

ONLY ON PAY PER VIEW ON OCTOBER 26TH, 2008!
LIVE FROM THE MANCHESTER ARENA IN MANCHESTER, ENGLAND!

MATCHES ALREADY SIGNED:
- Jesse Williams defends his OWF World Heavyweight Championship against Trent Steel -- with match stipulations still to be determined.
- The OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions will defend their titles against the team of Jared Wave and Skotty Surph in Hang Ten -- in a PDA Rules Tag Team Match.
- X-Terminator will defend his OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship against the winner of the PDA Championship Contender Series, which wraps up next week on Addiction -- with the three finalists determined tonight!

The cameras come back from commercial, and we see OWF Reporter Seth McClure sitting with Jared Wave. The layout of the segment is a formal interview, except being cut live with one shot of both men. Both of them have their heads towards the camera once they get their cue.

Seth McClure - Welcome back, we are sitting here with Jared Wave the self proclaimed “People’s High Flying Hero”. There are a lot of things that people have on their minds and would like to have cleared up.

Seth turns to look at Wave, who turns towards Seth.

Jared Wave - Of course, what would you guys like to know?

Seth McClure - Well first off is this rumored title shot that you and Skotty will have at Cold Black Day. What are your thoughts about what Garret Greene said?

Jared Wave - Well I’m still technically new here, although I’ve been in some of the most exciting matches to date. But I’ve learned something and that’s when Garret says something, you listen.

Seth McClure - I still don’t understand…

Jared Wave - Well I’ll put it this way. He’s a guy that is barely around and personally I thought he quit back in August, but he showed up on the OWF network, said his piece and yeah I’ll believe that it’s true. He wouldn’t waste OWF airtime if it wasn’t the truth.

Seth McClure - Put very eloquent Mr. Wave. Next question, also about Cold Black Day, if this tag title match is in the works how are you going to approach your other match with JC and if this PDA scramble goes your way you actually be in three matches. What are your thoughts?

Jared Wave - That is a very good question, but you know as well as everyone else knows that I’m always up for a good challenge. Three matches in one night might be something that will even build my career up to the Jesse Williams or Chris Green status. Not only would that be key for me, but Skotty would be sky rocketed as well. Imagine this I walk into Cold Black Day a rookie. If luck and strategy are on my side I could walk out with two championships and the satisfaction of taking out Joe Cool… uh.. I mean JC, once and for all. That brings me to Trent Steel and X-Terminator. Yeah they beat me and Skotty last time but it was on their terms. Why can’t we have a normal match? Are they afraid that Skotty and I are the more talented wrestlers? As of right now those two have only proved one thing and that is that they need some kind of weapon, they technically need to cheat. I understand that PDA matches have no rules but if they can’t use weapons then those two can’t beat me and Skotty.

Seth McClure - What about tonight though you meet with five other competitors, most of which are giants compared to you? How are you preparing for this proverbial “David vs. Goliath” scenario?

Jared Wave - Well last week I relied more on my speed and the hope that the really big guys would focus on each other which is what happened, my little bro. This week is different though, you look at it there are technically gonna be six singles matches going on at once. On top of that there are no rules and no DQ so we can all spread out and not get in each others way. I’ve also got pretty handy with weapons myself and I now know how to handle myself in this kind of match so I’m pretty confident that I’m going to move to the final round next week.

Seth McClure - It sounds like it. I hope that you have a good match tonight. I have a couple more questions, first off, what is going on with you and Moxie Roxie. Have you two gotten any closer since you met in the ring at the last Pay-Per-View? You also seemed to show a good amount of concern for her since that vile attack last week, tell me about it.

Jared Wave - To tell you the truth, honestly there is nothing to say. You know we talked before the match and after even. We spent some time talking at Nick’s birthday, but I have so much respect for that little chica it isn’t even funny. I think what happened last Monday was a great feat of cowardice and I’ll let you know that if I find out whom it is I’ll take care of them myself. You don’t blindside attack people unless they have it coming.

Seth McClure - Well aren’t you a little afraid that you may be stepping in on Vacant’s “territory”?

Jared Wave - Territory? Look Moxie isn’t his property and as far as I’m concerned Vacant is just a fan with a crush. Yeah he may be the I Heart Moxie Champ, but don’t you think it’s a little much? He should be concentrating on his title opposed to concentrating on women.

Seth McClure - Why do you say that?

Jared Wave - You never know, I may be the next Network Champ in the future. Besides I respect the kid he just needs to get his priorities straight.

Seth McClure - I see, well I don’t want to take up to much of your time so I’m gonna let you go. I want to thank you for giving us this exclusive.

Jared Wave - Anytime dude, take it easy.

Jared stands out of his chair and exits the room. The feed cuts to the hallway, where he steps out and begins walking down the corridor. Just then, Jesse Williams steps out infront of him and Wave walks right into him. Jesse's face is more swollen than it was just minutes earlier, with his entire eyesocket a shade of purplish-blue. Williams and Wave share a glare at each other, with Wave trying to break the ice.

Jared Wave - Uh, hey champ. Can I help you?

Jesse Williams - Sure can. I'm doing a little investigative work and I have but one question to ask you. I will only ask it once, and you better be honest with me. Lie to me, and I'll cut your fucking throat.

Williams steps forward, prompting Wave to step back.

Jesse Williams - Did you attack Moxie Roxie last week?

Jared Wave - No way man.

Jared steps back once more while Williams stands firm.

Jared Wave - I want only the best for her, Dubz. She's my good friend and I'm just as pissed as the next guy about what happened to her.

Jesse Williams - Yeah, but, the next guy could be the guy who did it. Couldn't it?

Wave stands silent, his mouth open while his mind tries to find the correct words to respond with.

Jesse Williams - Don't. I believe you. But if I find otherwise, it's your head on the chopping block after Steel's.

Jared steps forward, putting out his chest while looking deep into the very focused eyes of Jesse Williams.

Jared Wave - Is that a threat?

Jesse Williams - You damn right it is.

The two men stare at each other, Jared with a look of hatred upon his face while Jesse remains emotionless. Jared steps back and disappears out of the view of the camera, which the fans give a mixed reaction to. The feed cuts back to ringside at the announcers booth.

Falcoon - Looks like Jesse wants to know who doesn't heart Moxie.

Dunn - I think it's a cover up.

Kissens - Really, y'all?

Falcoon - I doubt it. Jesse has enough to deal with to be trying to protect his image.

Dunn - Yeah, I guess.

Killing in the name of by Rage Against The Machine hits the PA system, the lights go out, when they go back on again three hooded figures are standing in the centre of the ring. They each have a mic.

Hooded Figure #1 - Hello everybody, my name is Verka Seduchka, me...

Hooded Figure #2 leans in to whisper something to #1.

Hooded Figure #1 - What? Oh, sorry, why don't one of you guys do it?

Hooded Figure #3 nods and steps forward.

Hooded Figure #3 - Hello Liverpool!!!! How are you dogs diggin' tonight right here in the capital of culture!!!?

The Crowd cheer at the mention of their latest achievment.

Hooded Figure #2 - Can I just say..that Liverpool are the suckiest soccer team in the history of suckiest soccer teams...I mean, Everton are way better!

The crowd give a mixed reaction.

Hooded Figure #1 - Shuddup, don't annoy the crowd...

Hooded Figure #3 - Anyway, I suppose you're wondering who we are, right?

The crowd start cheering.

Hooded Figure #3 - I'll take that as a yes, Ok then, if you want it, I guess we have to do it...

Hooded Figure #3 removes his hood and is revealed as none-other than T-Money, Hooded Figure #1 also removes his hood, it's Rock Star, the second figure hesitates, before revealing himself as Filthy Rich.

Filthy Rich - WOOOO!!!

T-Money - Yeah baby!

Rockstar - Umm, guys, NLW are nuking the arena tonight, we need to get the hell outta here.

T-Money - Oh yeah, sure.

The three quickly exit backstage, as Killing in the name of continues playing.

Falcoon - What a combo.

Dunn - I suppose.

Kissens - And during that little promo, we were joined by the PDA Champion -- X-Terminator.

X-Terminator - What's up?

At ringside, Missy Janson stands up and grabs a microphone. She heads for the steel steps. Ring technicians rush to the ring, toting several different types of weapons and leaving them scattered at ringside. They set up a few tables in random spots, and even place some weapons onto the apron before disappearing just as quick as they showed up.

Kissens - Well, here we go. Main Event time!

Falcoon - And this should be a hell of a match.

Missy steps onto the apron, and right into the ring. She walks to the middle of the ring, turning towards the live feed and lifting the microphone up to her mouth.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the Evening...and it is Round Two of the Public Display of Aggression Championship Contender Series.

The fans explode, with every last one of them on their feet staring at the ring.

Missy Janson - The match is a Sensational Six-Way, PDA Rules, Iron Men Match. There is a thirty minute time limit, and the three superstars with the top three amounts of falls will move onto the third and final round of the PDA Championship Contender Series next week on Addiction. Coming to the ring first, from Managua, Nicaragua...Vernon Somoza!

PA System – Reggaeton Latino

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

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

Dunn - God, I hate that entrance.

X-Terminator - As do I.

Kissens - Atleast he doesn't burn the OWF flag each time he comes out.

Dunn - I'm still pissed about that.

Vernon stares at Missy, who continues on staring into the camera -- proceeding with the announcements.

Missy Janson - The second competitor, hailing from Haiti...Porta Prince!

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

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

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

Falcoon - Regardless of their stance to the OWF, these two have risen up the ranks in the OWF very quickly.

Dunn - I don't care. I hate them.

Falcoon - Hate is a strong word.

Dunn - You're right. I FUCKING hate them. There. Two strong words, much better.

Kissens - God, you're a moron.

X-Terminator - Pot calling the kettle black?

Kissens - What y'all talkin about now?

Dunn - Ugh.

Porta and Vernon meet up and exchange a hug, as the fans boo them heavily. Missy waits for them to die down before speaking again.

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

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

Kissens - C'mon Jared. Now is your time!

X-Terminator - Now is his only time, I bet.

Falcoon - Don't be such a downer. He's OWF through and through.

Dunn - Yeah. Lets go Jared. Kick those foreign guys asses!

Jared takes up the corner across from Somoza and Prince, who are standing next to each other in the corner facing Wave. Missy continues onward with the announcements of the superstars.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring next, from Jersey City, New Jersey...JC!

Lights flash then dim, and "Wherein Lies Continue" by Slipknot fills the speakers. The lights all go out and only a spotlight shines on Joe, who comes to the ring without any friendly movements or acknowledgment of the fans, who are booing him.

Thou shalt not
Kill your fathers - destroy another life
Question everything we clung to for years
Live forever - design a better death
Confuse a liar with a savior from fear.

He climbs up to the turnbuckle, puts his hands in a clasp above his head and brings them down, still clasped, to chest-level.

The ending's the same
The world will not change
The answer is clear
Annihilation

He enters the ring and steps back into the nearest corner with his eyes set on Jared Wave.

Falcoon - I think JC has a great chance to be moving on.

Kissens - If I was a betting woman, I'd bet on JC.

Dunn - I don't think anyone asked you.

Kissens - You're unbearable tonight.

Dunn - I know. I'm sorry.

"The Sound of Truth" by As I Lay Dying begins to play throughout the arena and it gets slightly darker and spotlights rapidly flash to the beat of the music. Filthy Rich makes his way out from the back. He stands at the top of the stage momentarily, taking in the environment of the arena and the OWF fans that have packed into the arena.

Missy Janson - Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 244 lbs., from Miami, Florida... Filthy Rich!

He headbangs to the music for a second and then makes his way down to the ring with a somewhat serious look on his face. He walks up the steps outside the ring and climbs on the turnbuckle with one foot on the second turnbuckle and the other foot on the top turnbuckle. He looks around for a couple of seconds and jumps down into the ring and gets ready to start the match.

Falcoon - Filthy Rich is on the verge of being a superstar here.

Dunn - He needs to advance to solidify that.

X-Terminator - I think he needs to do more than that.

Missy Janson - And finally, from Rammstein, Germany...Harker!

The opening chords of 'Bloodline' by Slayer slams onto the PA, and the darkness rains down over everything. The entrance way covers with smoke, and visibility slowly reduces to zero; and red sparks drizzle from above. On the downbeat of the explosive first verse, Harker bursts into view and stands in the shower of falling frizzles. He glares into the ring, half his face hidden in the secretive shadows that dance up and down his hulking body. As he starts to slowly make his way down the ramp, the entire arena plunges into a cold plume of dark blue and red inky blackness. Harker seemingly glides up the steps and into the ring as the song cruises through the chorus and second verse. During the bridge, Harker gets into the ring and rises to the top of the corner turnbuckle. As the correans back down to the chords of how it started, Harker slowly removes his hat to reveal the reddest eyes. His pupils are hidden; just the hope had been. His face is solemn as he hops down and reveals no emotion as he gazes across the ring at his opponents.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

30:00

Somoza starts off the match by charging at Harker, but finds his huge boot right in his face. Harker reaches down, grabbing Somoza by his throat and lifts him up to his feet. He lifts Somoza up and chokeslams him down to the mat, covering him as the referee drops to his knees and makes the count...1...2...3!

Dunn - Hahaha!

X-Terminator - Somoza makes The Phoenix in NLW look like a serious wrestler.

Falcoon - Be careful, I think he's in the arena.

X-Terminator - I hope he is.

Missy Janson - Harker has scored a fall by pinning Somoza. He is in the lead with one, with everyone else having zero.

Harker stands up and gets clocked by Porta Prince, meanwhile Jared Wave and JC begin to fight back and forth leaving Filthy Rich to pick up the scraps of Vernon Somoza. Wave nails a spinning back kick that catches JC off guard and sends him back into the corner. Wave charges, but JC bends over and back body drops Wave over the top rope -- and he crashes through a table at ringside that was set up before the match. JC shakes his head as Harker has his hands full with Porta Prince. JC stumbles into the center of the ring, as Porta Prince irish whips the huge Harker directly at him. JC reacts, stepping to the side and lifting Harker up into a standing firemans carry. He spins him around and drives him down with a sitout spinebuster.

Kissens - MY GOD!

Falcoon - That was huge!

Dunn - What a Solitare Unraveling!

X-Terminator - Not bad, 7.5 for me.

JC covers Harker, as the referee slides in and administers the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - JC has scored a fall over Harker, whom he is now tied with at one fall each. The remaining superstars have yet to secure a fall.

JC rolls out of the ring, listening to the fans as he looks around for a weapon of choice. Porta Prince hops to the outside, seeing Wave beginning to get up to his feet. He lifts Wave up and rolls him into the ring, away from the weapons, and follows him in under the bottom rope. Meanwhile on the otherside of the ring, Vernon Somoza and Filthy Rich are fighting back and forth -- as Somoza has regained his senses from the beginning of the match. Porta lifts Jared Wave up over his shoulder, and sits out -- driving his head down between his legs.

Falcoon - Damn. Falls are flying out here!

X-Terminator - There's no stops when it comes to PDA. It's a commitment.

Dunn - He's right. I would know as a former champion.

Missy Janson - Porta Prince has scored a fall over Jared Wave, which puts him tied at one with Harker and JC -- with the other three superstars still at zero.

Porta stands up and holds up his arms, when Harker walks up behind him. Porta Prince turns around, only to be kicked in the stomach and have his head tucked between the legs of Harker. He butterflies both of Porta's arms and lifts him up vertically -- before he drops to his knees, driving Porta's head right into the mat.

Kissens - MEMORIAM!

X-Terminator - That hadda hurt a bit.

Harker covers Porta Prince in the middle of the ring while Somoza tosses Filthy Rich over the top rope and to the outside. The referee slides in and makes the count...1...2...3! Somoza dives on Harker, but he is too late to break the count.

Dunn - No freaking kidding about falls, Falcoon.

Missy Janson - Harker has scored his second fall, putting him ahead of both JC and Porta Prince who have one, and the three remaining superstars who have zero.

Somoza continues to pound on the back of Harker, until Filthy Rich returns to the ring with a crutch which he breaks across the back of Vernon Somoza. The fans cheer loudly, when Jared Wave comes up behind Filthy Rich and nails and front dropkick to the back of his head -- sending him into the ropes. When Rich bounces back, Wave rolls Filthy Rich up in a small package -- pinning his shoulders to the mat. The referee slides in and makes the count...1...2...3!

Falcoon - Okay, this is ridiculous!

X-Terminator - You want to see ridiculous? I got tapes of NLW shows, and some promos.

Kissens - Who ya got?

X-Terminator - Borrow my Phoenix tape. The guy is too nice for his own good. Its a laugh every time.

Missy Janson - Jared Wave has scored a fall, tying him for second with JC and Porta Prince with one fa--

Filthy Rich rolls Wave over, now pinning his shoulders to the mat. Wave kicks his legs as the referee makes the count...1...2...3!

Dunn - This is terrible. These guys must be so worn down from last week.

Kissens - That's the only thing I can think of.

Missy Janson - Filthy Rich has scored a fall, which places him with JC, Porta Prince and Jared Wave at one. Harker leads with two, and Vernon Somoza has zero.

JC pulls himself from outside finally, weilding a baseball bat. As Filthy Rich stands up, he is clobbered across the face with the bat -- and sent right back down. Wave turns and he is struck in the back as he turns to run. He falls to all fours, but from behind Vernon Somoza re-enters the ring and pulls the bat from JC's hands. JC spins around, only to be blind sided by Harker who crushes him with a trash can lid. Somoza drops the bat and dives at the knee of Harker, chop blocking him down. Porta Prince returns holding his head as Somoza and Porta continue to work over Harker.

Falcoon - They are working together against their opponent at Power Hour.

X-Terminator - Men I face as well representing Canada.

Out of nowhere, JC picks up the bat and cracks Harker across the face. Porta grabs JC, taking him down to the mat while Somoza covers Harker...The referee drops into place.

Dunn - Somoza and Prince won't use weapons, but they'll benefit from them?

He makes the count...1...2...3!

Kissens - This is such an even match, so much has happened in just ten minutes.

Dunn - No one man is way ahead of another.

X-Terminator - Except me.

Missy Janson - Vernon Somoza has scored a fall. Harker leads with two falls, with the remaining superstars at one each.

20:00

Somoza stands up and steps away from Harker and approaches JC who is getting the upper hand on Porta Prince. Meanwhile, Filthy Rich has rolled outside and has grabbed a chair -- then slides himself back into the ring. Next to him, Jared Wave stands up but Rich ignores him and cracks the chair flush across the back of Somoza, he turns and then dents the chair in half over the head of Porta Prince. JC begins to get up to his knees, but Filthy Rich rears the heavily bent chair back and smashes it against the forehead of JC. JC remains on his knees, though extremely dazed. Filthy Rich weilds the chair back and one last time cracks the chair across the head -- this being the last time because the steel seat of the steel chair breaks off over the head of JC, who falls to the mat. Filthy Rich falls on top of him, calling for the referee who drops to his knees and makes the count...1...2...3

Falcoon - Rich got redemption and a fall in the process.

X-Terminator - And that's really great for him, but theres about fifteen minutes left.

Missy Janson - Filthy Rich has scored another fall, which ties him with Harker at two, and the rest of the competitors behind them with one fall each.

Jared Wave approaches Vernon Somoza, lifting him up and tossing him back first into the nearest turnbuckle. Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the ring Filthy Rich backs Porta Prince back first into the corner. Wave nails a few sharp shin kicks to Somoza's ribs, while Filthy Rich pummels Porta Prince with rights and lefts. Wave and Filthy Rich share a stare and they irish whip Porta Prince and Vernon Somoza directly at each other. Porta and Vernon sidestep each other, and continue running towards the opposite corner. As Porta reaches Wave, he is met with a thunderous superkick that sends Porta down to the mat. Meanwhile, Somoza sees Rich running to him and he stops, choosing to lift Rich up into a powerslam position and charge at the corner Filthy Rich was just standing in. He bounces off and slams him down with an Oklahoma Stampede at the same time Wave connects with the standing sidekick to Porta Prince.

Kissens - What a kick by Wave!

Dunn - And Somoza hit El Pinolero on Rich!

At the same time, Jared Wave pins Porta Prince while Vernon Somoza pins Filthy Rich. The referee drops to his knees and counts both pins, each with one hand.

Falcoon - Look at this!

1...2...3!

X-Terminator - That was interesting.

Missy Janson - Both Jared Wave and Vernon Somoza have secured a fall, tying them with Harker and Filthy Rich at two falls, with JC and Porta Prince trailing with one each.

Harker gets up to his feet, grabbing a hold of Jared Wave by his hair and pulling him up to his feet. Meanwhile, JC has grabbed Somoza and is pummeling him on the mat with everything he has. Harker tosses Wave backwards into the corner like a rag doll and follows up with leg thrusts to his stomach, and back elbows across his face. Wave collapses down to the mat in a seated position, and Harker extends his leg to his throat, choking the life out of him. On the other side of the ring, Somoza is fighting back and has gotten up this feet. He lands a right jab on JC before running against the ropes and charging back to JC. When he gets back, JC lifts him up and spins him around -- nailing a sitout backbreaker on the mat.

Dunn - Oooh, Big mistake Somoza.

X-Terminator - He's full of them.

Falcoon - Are you only out here to mock these guys?

X-Terminator - No. I'm scouting, but I think they're all shitty.

JC rolls him over and covers Vernon as the referee slides in and makes the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - JC has scored another fall, tying him with Harker, Filthy Rich, Jared Wave and Vernon Somoza with two. Porta Prince trails with only one fall.

In the corner, Harker removes his boot from Wave's throat and replaces it with his hands. He yanks him up to a standing position with his back in the corner. Again Harker nails leg thrusts and back elbows to his face -- when suddenly, Wave lifts a knee up into the groin of Harker which backs him off.

Dunn - Cheap!

Kissens - There's a huge size advantage for Harker!

Falcoon - Wave has to even the gap somehow.

X-Terminator - Size means nothing. The Phoenix is a big fat piece of shit, doesn't make him good.

Wave leaps up to the top rope and stands tall glancing down at Harker. He leaps off, looking for a cross body block -- but Harker catches Wave around the waist and delivers a spine-shattering backbreaker across his knee. Harker pushes Wave's limp body down to the mat and places one hand on his chest.

Falcoon - Well, that won't help.

Dunn - I don't think Wave is moving.

Kissens - And he's in this match for ten more minutes?

The referee slides into place and makes the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - Harker has scored a third fall, putting him in the lead. Filthy Rich, Jared Wave, Vernon Somoza and JC are tied for second with one fall and Porta Prince is in third with only one fall.

10:00

From behind, Porta Prince attacks JC and slams his head face first into the turnbuckle. He continues his assault, firing away with forearms, elbows and knees only -- anything to inflict damage on JC. He is barely able to deflect the strikes, as most of them find their mark. Finally Porta gains the upper hand and bends down, lifting JC up to a sitting position on the top rope. Porta slowly climbs up the ropes, as well, pulling JC to a standing position on the top rope. JC regains his senses and he tosses Prince off the top turnbuckle -- but Porta leaps sideways and falls across the top rope. JC crotches himself on the top rope, as the male fans groan.

Falcoon - Ouch.

Porta pulls himself up and bursts into a sprint to the coner. Porta Prince hops up to the second rope and lifts JC onto his shoulders from his position on the top turnbuckle.

Dunn - Oh what the hell is this...

Porta leaps into the ring, delivering a Super Death Valley Driver to JC in the middle of the ring.

Falcoon - Jesus christ!

Kissens - This is too much to watch!

X-Terminator - Oh come on sweetheart, it's only getting good.

Porta rolls on top of JC as the referee drops down to make the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - Porta Prince has scored a second fall, putting him with JC, Jared Wave, Filthy Rich and Vernon Somoza behind Harker who has three falls.

Harker rolls to the outside, choosing to relax for a bit on the outside with his lead. Inside the ring, Filthy Rich pulls himself up to find himself face to face with Vernon Somoza. Rich strikes him with a hard left hand that Somoza responds to with a sharp elbow that knocks Filthy Rich out of the ring. Somoza steps through the ropes and to the outside, only to roll Filthy Rich back into the ring and away from the weapons. As Somoza approaches Filthy Rich, he rolls Vernon up in a small package -- pinning his shoulders to the mat. The referee slides into position and makes the count...1...2...kickout by Somoza!

Falcoon - Harker almost had company there.

Porta Prince walks over and joins Somoza in his attacks against Filthy Rich, when Harker appears and nails Porta Prince down to the mat with a clubbing forearm. Somoza turns and chop blocks the side of Harker's right knee -- sending him down to one knee. Porta stands back up and the two men begin to lay a beating to Harker. The fans respond by booing them heavily, but this doesn't stop their attack. Somoza merely turns and decks Filthy Rich who rolls to the outside.

Dunn - It's obvious they want to take him down a peg or two.

Falcoon - And we're at five minutes left!

Kissens - Exciting!

X-Terminator - I guess.

05:00

Both Somoza and Prince take turns beating on Harker, who falls to the mat no matter how many times he tries to get up. He crawls towards the ropes and both Vernon and Porta kick him towards there. He claws his way onto the apron and Somoza nails one final kick. Harker rolls out of the ring, as Prince and Somoza gloat in the ring. Harker grabs a stop sign on the outside as Vernon Somoza hops through the ropes and to the concrete floor. Harker plasters him with the stop sign, knocking him down to his knees. Porta is still celebrating in the ring while his partner gets hit with a second shot from the stop sign, laying him out on his back. Porta sees what is happening and sticks his head through the middle and top ropes -- only to be creamed with the stop sign as well.

Falcoon - Harker has had enough of El Plaga.

X-Terminator - Those guys swarm like the flies that follow The Phoenix around.

Dunn - What is your problem with the NLW Legacy Champion?

X-Terminator - Just don't like him.

Kissens - So tell him to his face.

X-Terminator - If the coward would show up, I would!

Porta Prince stumbles around after the stop sign shot from Harker, from the outside, he walks right into a standing firemans carry by a revived JC. He spins him around and nails a sitout spinebuster on Porta Prince right in the center of the ring.

Dunn - Solitare Unraveling again!

JC rolls Prince over and covers him while the referee slides in to make the count...1...2...3!

Kissens - What a devastating move. It can come from anywhere!

Missy Janson - JC has scored a third fall, tying him with Harker at the top. The rest of the competitors have two falls each.

Just then, Jared Wave returns to his feet in the ring and he charges at JC as he stands up. Wave nails strike after strike on JC with the fans going crazy. Filthy Rich returns to the ring as well, with a kendo stick in hand. He cracks it across the back of JC, who falls to his knees while Filthy Rich glares at the clock.

02:00

Kissens - Two minutes!

X-Terminator - Good and then I can get the hell away from you.

Filthy Rich drops to his knees and covers JC as the referee drops in to make the count...1...2...Jared Wave grabs a hold of Filthy Rich's boot and yanks him off of JC -- and Wave leaps on top of JC for the cover the referee again makes the count...1...Filthy Rich pulls Wave off of JC and the two men stare at each other. This leaves JC to grab the kendo stick and destroy Filthy Rich across the base of his skull. Wave looks down, and doesn't even see Harker who cmes out of no where and knocks him down with a huge elbow strike. Harker turns to JC and levels him with a big boot while Filthy Rich returns to his feet.

Falcoon - Time is running out!

Harker picks Filthy Rich up over his shoulder but he floats over and lands on his feet behind Harker. He pushes him forward into JC, and Harker spears JC down to the mat and immediately covers him. The referee makes the count...1...2...3!

Dunn - Harker solidified his finals spot right there!

Kissens - One minute!

01:00

Vernon Somoza attacks wave from behind, clubbing him with a short elbow. Porta Prince also gets up, attacking Filthy Rich and laying him out.

Dunn - It's a scramble. It could be any four of those guys!

X-Terminator - I'm on the edge of my seat...

Kissens - Really?

X-Terminator - Yeah to hop in there and show these guys how PDA is done.

Rich hops right back up and takes Porta Prince down with an armdrag, meanwhile, Jared Wave pushes himself up from his knees and catches and kick thrown at him from Somoza. Wave drops it and attempts a toe kick of his own, but Somoza catches his as well -- but Wave leaps up and nails an enziguri across the side of Somoza's face.

Kissens - Only thirty seconds!

Somoza hops right up, egging Wave to come at him while Filthy Rich tugs Porta Prince up to his feet. He tucks Porta's head between his legs and wraps his arms around his waist. On the otherside of the ring, Jared Wave charges at Somoza -- who bursts out at Wave as well. Wave swirls around Somoza and rolls him up with a school boy pin as the referee drops in to make the count...1...2...3!

Falcoon - WAVE! He got a third fall with ten seconds left!

Filthy Rich drives Porta Prince down with a powerbomb, and looks at the clock -- which reads double zeros.

00:00

Missy Janson - The three competitors with the most falls, and moving on to the PDA Championship Series Finals Next Week are...Harker with four, JC with three and Jared Wave with three, as well.

Falcoon - Filthy Rich and Jared Wave were neck and neck in that last minute!

Dunn - Somoza and Prince were close too.

Kissens - Regardless, that was some crazy match.

Falcoon - Next week should be even better!

X-Terminator - I would hope. I'll go inform them right now of what I expect.

X-Terminator removes his headset and stands up, when a large figure stands up right behind him. He taps X-Terminator on the shoulder and he spins around, only to be caught with a fist to the jaw.

Dunn - It's The Phoenix! The NLW Legacy Champ is here!

The fans cheer loudly as The Phoenix pulls X-Terminator over the ring barricade and the two men begin fighting into the crowd.

Falcoon - He heard every word!

Kissens - And X-T got what he deserved!

The two men disappear as the cameras no longer can follow them as they brawl away.

Dunn - I'm sure we'll see more from that soo--

PA System - And now you die!

We Hate Everyone by Type O Negative blasts out across the arena once again and surprisingly the crowd still cheers, seeming excited at seeing what is next up bloodshed businessman's sleeve. Zack Perry and Specter stride through the curtains without the pomp of the first appearance, Specter carrying wooden box one foot cubed, a dark hole visible in the front of it. Perry waves his microphone over his head, trying to bring the audience to a reasonable volume. As things quiet down, one fan's voice shouts out interuptingly "GANG WARS!" and Perry shakes his head laughing.

Zack Perry - Yes. How very astute of you.

Perry tap his hand on top of the wooden box while Specter laughs eagerly.

Zack Perry - The handful of you that have been with us for the past decade may actually remember this. This was the match that made the first Martyr For Your Country into something that shook the entire roster to their knees. This is MVW Gang Wars. It's trecherous. It's brutal. It's bloody as heck, and it's happening at Power Hour.

The audience errupts into cheers, dieing off quickly as Perry tries to talk overtop of them.

Zack Perry - We will be dividing the roster into teams, completely at random, without rhyme or reason. A red gang will battle a blue gang. The teams fight for blood, until every member of one of them is busted open and leaving their AB positive here in England.

It's a cheap pop, but Perry seems determined to make amense for the lack of an England representative in the flag match. The crowd takes it, cheering Perry again and nods in recognition.

Zack Perry - Once one team is sent out for stitches, things become really cutthroat. Everyone remaining can turn on each other, last man standing rules apply. Find a friend to join you as the final two, you win yourself a shot at the tag team titles. Knock him when he isn't looking, get a shot at the singles title of your choice. We'll see friendships disolve and alliances be born, and all for the measly cost of a box full of bandanas.

The audience errupts again, anxiously awaiting the team divisions.

Zack Perry - When I call your name, please step out here, put your hand in the box and draw out a bandana. Refuse and I'll have Specter here draw for you. Filthy Rich!

Filthy Rich steps up from ringside, looking very beaten. He plunges his hand into the box and producing a blue bandana.

Falcoon - Filthy Rich picks blue.

Specter points to the left side of the stage, where Filthy Rich walks to as he glances blankly out over the buzzing crowd.

Zack Perry - Drake Munday!

Munday bounds through the curtains, enthusiastically shoving his hand into the box. He pantomimes for a moment that his hand is stuck, until Specter and Perry both cast him dirty looks. Pulling his hand back, Munday holds a red bandana over his head.

Zack Perry - Akira Kanemura!

Akira steps through the curtains, enthusiastically raising his hands over his head. He then begins walking toward the ring, completely missing the objective of the box or teams. Specter shoves a hand into the box and produces a red bandana, tossing it to Akira and then pointing toward Drake Munday.

Dunn - Munday and Akira are both red, Rich is blue.

Zack Perry - Angel of Death!

Angel of Death steps through the curtains, marching ominously toward the box. Thrusting a fist into the box, Angel of Death withdrawls a blue bandana. AOD walks towards the left side of the stage, engaging in a brief staredown with his partner, Filthy Rich.

Falcoon - Filthy Rich is joined by Angel of Death.

Zack Perry - Scott Kidd!

Kidd walks through the curtains, casting a dirty look at Perry, then fishing his hand into the box and producing a red bandana.

Dunn - Munday and DK. I love it!

Scott Kidd walks over to the right side of the stage, joining Akira and Munday -- yet ignoring both of them.

Zack Perry - Jason Chase!

Kissens - Yessss!

Chase steps onto the stage, grabbing the box from Specter and plunging it to his crotch. Specter hesitantly avoids touching the box for a moment while Chase raises both hands, the box remaining fixed at Chase's waist level. Women's underwear litters the entrance ramp as Chase draws the box away from his body, a blue bandana draped over top of a large bulge in his pants.

Falcoon - Well that was disturbing.

Kissens - That was hot.

Jason Chase stands next to Filthy Rich and Angel of Death, blowing kisses towards the females in the crowd.

Zack Perry - Skotty Surph!

Surph strides through the curtains, taking to the box and dipping his fingers in just barely beyond the hole. He whips a red bandana out with flourish, waving it over his head as he grins at the crowd.

Dunn - The red team seems to be overly stacked!

Zack Perry - Jared Wave!

Wave follows in suit, trying to lean backward enough to see inside the box as Wave's hand slowly approaches the hole. Specter skowls, turning the box down to deny Wave the peek as a blue bandana falls from the box and into Wave's hand. Surph and Wave both seem to object as they are forced onto their opposite sides.

Falcoon - That sucks for Hang Ten.

Dunn - We'll see how they manage to work for their teams.

Zack Perry - Silence!

The crowd hushes almost as if commanded as Silence steps through the curtains. Perry visibly shrinks from him, turning slightly to maintain Specter between himself and Silence. Silence laughs, shoving a hand into the box and holding up his red bandana. Scott Kidd scowls at him, while Silence walks by and bumps the shoulder of Kidd once turning around to face the crowd from the right side of the ramp.

Zack Perry - JC!

JC steps through the curtains, marching to Specter and the box and crossing his arms. He can be seen arguing with Perry for a moment, the words repeating across his lips. "I hate clusterfucks". Specter removes a blue bandana and shoves it into his arms, pushing JC off to the left side to join his team.

Falcoon - Wave and JC on the same team? That's going to be trouble.

Zack Perry - Greg Jackson!

And explosion of cheers shakes the arena and a small white man bounds through the curtains and center stage, making a raise-the-roof guesture as the crowd immediately boos

Kissens - GREGGY POO!

Falcoon - That's not him, you jerk.

Zack Perry - Who the hell are you?

Perry puts the microphone in front of the mans mouth.

Man - I am Steve Johnson, Agent for Greg Jackson. Truth be told, my client hasn't agreed to come back -- but I was sent here to pick his colors for him, incase he does choose to sign with the OWF.

The fans cheer.

Steve Johnson - But, the offer from NLW is being considered as well. Greg will do what is best for him.

The fans turn on him immediately, as Perry takes the microphone away from his mouth.

Zack Perry - Okay, whatever, just pick.

Steve reaches into the abyss, drawing a blue bandana from the box. He promptly walks to the left side of the stage as the five men already on the blue team stare at him

Falcoon - Oh no, now we're losing talent to NLW?

Dunn - I hope not.

Kissens - That Phoenix guy was pretty cool for an NLW, guy.

Falcoon - So was The Ice Man.

Dunn - But, Jackson in NLW is a mortal sin.

Zack Perry - Back to the names...Ray Lopes!

The arena explodes into cheers as Lopes steps through the curtains and into the spotlight. His unexpected appearance leaves the crowd stunned for a moment before the chants of "Lo-pes! Lo-pes!" begin building through the arena. Lopes strides confidentally across the stage, stealing Jackson's limelight, and draws his own bandana. Red.

Dunn - Well there you have it. Six on six.

Kissens - Perry evened out the sides very evenly.

Lopes walks over to the right side of the stage, joining his partners.

Falcoon - This is going to be one hell of a match.

The fans cheer the twelve competitors standing on the stage, as Specter and Zack Perry soak up the applause.

Falcoon - I suppose CJ giving Perry rights to booking wasn't such a bad idea aftera--

Zack Perry - Excuse me, I wasn't finished. I have two more names for you.

The ruckus caused by the crowd is immediately cut out, as they listen in on Perry's words once again.

Zack Perry - The first being the OWF's resident psychopath.

The fans chant "Trent Steel! Trent Steel!" which drops all the color from Zack's face. Specter whispers something in his ear and Perry chuckles.

Zack Perry - No, I said psychopath, not sucky-opath.

Dunn - Good one!

Zack Perry - I'm talking about none other than...Jesse Williams!

Falcoon - That's thirteen! Has Zack lost count?

Dunn - I think when you hang out Trent Steel for too long, his idiocy begins to rub off.

Kissens - We're about to see Jesse get his ass kicked. Zack must be pissed after Jesse slept with his wife.

Falcoon - First, Sarah is his ex-wife. Secondly, did Williams lay the pipe to Sarah?

Dunn - That's what I heard. I got good sources on that, too.

Falcoon - Because I think it was only a kiss.

Kissens - Pfttt, prude.

The fans explode in the largest pop of the evening, roaring even louder once Jesse comes into plain sight from behind the curtains. Williams steps onto the stage, his battered head hung low, trying to avoid eye contact with Perry as he approaches Specter. As Williams reaches for the box, Specter drops it to the floor where it bursts open, wooden fragments littering the stage. Williams looks down at the shattered fragments, then up at Perry hesitantly.

Zack Perry - You're not much of a team player anyways, Jesse. No time for friends. No loyalties. No room for anything in your life except your own selfish whims!

Zack puts the microphone out, as if inviting Williams to speak his mind.

Jesse Williams - I'm sorry, Zack. I-

He jerks the microphone away from the face of Jesse, cutting off his sentence while Zack begins his own.

Zack Perry - Oh, well you're sorry. That makes it all hunky dorey then. You can betray me when I was the only one left who trusted you and I'll just go and give you another chance.

Again Perry hangs the microphone out between the two men, with Jesse leaning in and speaking once more.

Jesse Williams - It was my fault. All of it. I just wish-

And again Zack yanks the microphone away from Jesse, choosing to interrupt him with his own thoughts once more.

Zack Perry - Well, Jesse, as much as I'd love to sit and listen to you cry about how you're the victim for year ten in a row, I've got a show to book. And I've got two teams here, six each, looking nice and balanced to me. But since you're so interested in patching things up with your old friends, I will give you another chance.

Specter draws a yellow bandana from his back pocket, thrusting it into Williams' hands.

Zack Perry - This is my real friend, Specter. He knows what it means to be loyal. He knows what it means to be reliable. He knows what it means to stand up for something bigger than himself.

Specter leans it with a smirk on his face, placing his mouth infront of the microphone.

Specter - Oh stop, you're embarassing me.

Zack Perry - And Specter here is doing me a favor. He's going to teach you, Jesse, a lesson in loyalty. You two, and just you two, are our brand spanking new Yellow Team.

Specter laughs. Williams looks back at Specter apprehensively who pulls out his own yellow bandana from another pocket, then turns toward Perry.

Zack Perry - And since I know how special you are, Jesse, how the entire world has to revolve around you, I'm introducing a special Jesse Williams only rule. If you, just you Jesse, lay a single finger on a member of your team, I get you after the match for ten minutes.

Williams looks down at the yellow bandana in his open hand.

Zack Perry - Unsanctioned. And that rule starts right about...now.

Jesse looks back up to Zack and takes a step forward, with Specter stepping in between Williams and Perry. The twelve men look on, with each of the teams bickering at each other. JC shoves Wave on the left side of the ramp, while on the right side Scott Kidd and Silence seem ready to continue where they left off -- with Lopes stepping in, making it a threesome of hatred.

Falcoon - My god, we get to see one of the most talent filled matches in just ten day!

Dunn - Just to clarify, the blue team is made up of Filthy Rich, Angel of Death, Jason Chase, Jared Wave, JC and Greg Jackson...

Kissens - Right. And the red team is Drake Munday, Akira Kanemura, Scott Kidd, Silence, Skotty Surph and Ray Lopes.

Falcoon - And of course the yellow team, the two men from Las Vegas -- Jesse Williams and Specter.

Dunn - I can't wait to see how that works out.

Kissens - We're about to right now! Tensions are rising to a boiling point on the stage!

Falcoon - Folks we have to go! See you next week on Addiction!

Dunn - No, don't cut now!

The feed fades to black as the men on the stage all begin getting more and more phyiscal with one another.