The scene opens up in the parking lot where we see a homeless looking version of Greg Jackson. The fans cheer wildly, despite Greg’s apparent bad state of mind. Lagging behind him is a Gary Busey-ish version of a homeless man… which is in fact Gary Busey. Naturally, he’s carrying Greg’s bags for him in one hand, and holding a bottle of vodka in the other.

Greg Jackson - Hurry the fuck up Busey!

Gary Busey - I’m tryin’, just my shoes is can’t catch up with ya feet!

Greg Jackson - You drunk shithead…

At this time, resident OWF Reporter Garrett Greene and a camera man walk up to Greg and stop him for a quick interview.

Garrett Greene - Greg, care to say a few words to the general public and OWF?

Greg Jackson - Uhhhhhh sure. First thing is first, and that is the BlackJack is back, JACK! And this time around, I’m looking to get me some gold. Don’t matter if it’s the World or Network title-

Garrett Greene - Actually, the Network Title is now called the I “heart” Moxie title.

Greg Jackson - For real? Vacant won’t love that bitch so much after I find her and beat-

Garrett Greene - Actually, she’s not around. She was attacked and is currently injured. By who, we’re not sure.

Greg Jackson - Oh......

Garrett Greene - Do you have any idea what’s happened in OWF since you left.?

Greg Jackson - Not in the slightest.

Harker is then seen walking through the parking lot, not far from Greg and the rest.

Greg Jackson - I am happy to be back in the OWF though.

This turns Harker’s attention to Greg, who he starts walking towards.

Greg Jackson - Now as for-

Harker throws Greg into the hood of a car, leaving a big dent, and sending him rolling up the windshield.

Greg Jackson - Oh God why!

The interviewer and camera man stand frightened, but Busey just smiles as he takes a sip of his bottle of vodka. Harker grabs the bottle from him and drops it on the ground, smashing it.

Gary Busey - Oh God why!!!

Harker walks off, and the intro for Monday Addiction begins.

A video package flickers on across the screen, showing the new breed of the OWF.

Press on these tannins
They double in time
The touch of life, once failed to mention so far

Of course the law is fountains
Or face to face remorse
A fast and restless blackmail
Like pent-up fetish force

The video shows highlights of the past year in the OWF, dating up to the latest events at Blood Bath and recent Addictions.

You're right, I get it
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let's all live in your imaginary life

Do you want enough?
Do you want it all?
Should you need it at all?
Takes a minute to see
Do you want enough?
Do you want it all?
Should you need it at all?
Do you want it or not?

As the vocals fade out, the logo of the OWF is fixated on the screen before fading out to black.

The music of Chevelle keeps on kicking through the PA System as the feed cuts in from the introduction to the Sold Out Sheffield Arena in Sheffield, England. To set off the night, a stream of pyrotechnics shaded in colors of red and gray shoot from the stage high into the rafters. After about two dozen shots, the pyro cuts out and the cheering crowd is finally heard roaring through the telecast. The lighting fixtures in the arena swing around over different sections of the crowd as the house lights return to a normal setting -- exposing the thick fog in the arena.

Falcoon - AAAAAAHOOOOOOO! WELCOME TO MONDAY ADDICTION!

The cameras pan in to shots of the fully lit crowd, which is exploding in cheers. As the camera sets upon any amount of fans, they get even more riled up being on television for those few seconds.

Dunn - Round two from England.

Kissens - And Greggy is back, y'all!

The feed cuts to a view of the announcers as "I Get It" fades out, leaving only the cheering fans.

Falcoon - We have four action packed matches here tonight.

Dunn - And we're only three days away from Power Hour.

Kissens - There is so much to be decided tonight, and a lot of people tonight are going to be involved in high-stakes matches once again very soon.

Dunn - It's true. It's crunch time.

The feed cuts to the outside of the arena. We see both members of El Plaga standing outside the Sheffield Arena in the main pavillion- selling bootlegged NLW Merchandise. They have a makeshift wooden stand, with a sign that reads "El Plaga Free Clinic" painted upon it in black spray paint. There are very little fans around the stand, even though both Vernon Somoza and Porta Prince are attempting to make their best sales pitches.

Vernon Somoza - Hot NLW merchandise. Reaaaal cheap!

As the camera pulls in closer, the camera gets a good view of the items they are selling. Every single item is a current OWF merchandise design with a few tweaks made to them. Each shirt reads "NLW" instead of "OWF". The camera pans from left to right, focusing in on the t-shirt featuring "Drake Wednesday" first, then upon the "Trent Iron" thirty-two ounce cup. The camera is lifted up to a shot of behind both Prince and Somoza, where in plain sight we see "President He's Gay" pins, "High Ten" beach towels. Finally, the last item, is a t-shirt for the current OWF I Heart Moxie Champion, Vacant -- whose name is crossed out with a silver sharpie, and written below with that same sharpie is the word "Occupied".

A fan comes up, well aware of the camera and stands right infront of the stand.

Porta Prince - Hello! May I interest you in this beautiful Diamond...kid Necklace?

Fan - You two are a disgrace. How dare you show up here after what you pulled last week.

Vernon Somoza - Hey pal, you're talking to the wrong two guys. You want to find the guy responsible for last week? Go talk to President He's Gay and ask him why he doesnt give El Plaga the respect and the money we deserve!

Fan - That's something you take up with him, you don't turn on the place paying you.

Porta Prince - Sir, it's nothing personal...

Vernon Somoza - Actually, it's everything personal.

Porta Prince - You know, you're right.

Vernon Somoza - I know.

Porta Prince - Anyways, everything personal, but when CJ actually put his brain cells to work he'll realize what he is missing by having us as a virus in his locker room.

Fan - You're a bunch of scabs.

Porta unleashes a short jab over the wooden stand, catching the fan across the jaw and sending him down to the concrete.

Vernon Somoza - Gracias amigo. Now you come back ANY time to the El Plaga Free Clinic for the latest, and greatest merch.

The feed cuts from outside the arena back to the announcers booth.

Dunn - Those two are skating on thin ice here.

Falcoon - They've made a choice to side with NLW.

Kissens - And therefore they are anti-OWF.

Falcoon - They'll regret that decision.

Dunn - Without a doubt.

Next to the announcers booth, Missy Janson stands up from her seat at the time keepers table -- with a hold of a microphone in her right hand. She sets her eyes on the steel ring steps at ringside and heads directly for that corner of the ring. She skips up the steps and onto the apron, which brings about a nice response from the crowd for the show beginning to start.

Falcoon - Enough about El Plaga, it looks like we're going to kick off this show with an OWF-NLW interpromotional match.

Dunn - We'll see how this stuff is going to work out.

Kissens - I'm excited, y'all.

Missy steps through the ropes and makes her way to the center of the ring. She turns towards the camera with the live feed and lifts her right hand, holding the microphone, up to her mouth.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Monday Addiction!

The fans in Sheffield, England roar from the top of their lungs -- their focus directly on Missy in the middle of the ring.

Missy Janson - It is time for the first match of the night -- and it is the first OWF-NLW interpromotional match to be held on an OWF card!

The fans give a very nice round of applause, which Missy Janson acknowledges by pausing.

Falcoon - I can't wait to see what this match has in store for us.

Dunn - Truth be told, this match will dictate the level of interaction in the future between the two federations.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first..

The lights in the arena go dark, remaining so for a few moments before a dim red light illuminates the arena. The opening strains of 'The Instinct' hit the arena, slowly building in volume and intensity when, about thirty seconds in, fire shoots from each of the ring corners. Now with a drum beat to match the instrumental, it continues to build in volume for another twenty seconds of so before another large flame pyro goes off at the entryway. As it dies down, a figure can be seen in the smoky haze walking towards the ring as Missy Janson makes the introduction.

Missy Janson - Making his debut in the OWF, from the End of Nowhere... Weighing 365 pounds... He is the reigning NLW Legacy Champion... this is THE PHOENIX!

The Phoenix makes his way down the ramp, to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He pulls himself up onto the apron and through the ropes -- entering the ring while glancing out into the stands. He walks to the corner and The Phoenix pulls on the ropes a couple of times, then turns to Missy and asks politely to use her microphone.

Falcoon - Well, the newcomer to the OWF wants to speak.

Dunn - Lets see what he has to say for himself after disrupting our flawless announcing last week.

The Phoenix - Good evening, Sheffield! As you heard, I am The Phoenix, and yes...I come from NLW.

A smattering of jeers meets this statement, as Phoenix waits patiently.

The Phoenix - However, I'm not interested in an invasion. I'm not here to promote the downfall of one organization over another. Quite simply, I'm here to compete. The reason I am standing in this ring tonight is to see if I can compete with some of the best that the OWF has to offer. There are no political or power motives to my actions. Having said that, there is an issue I want to--

PA System - CALIFORNIA LOOOVE..

The lights dim and the pyros begin to flare from the ramp. Only seconds pass before X-Terminator is seen passing through the curtains.

Dunn - What the hell is X-T doing here?

He stands on the top of the ramp with both of his titles over his shoulders. The crowd begins to pour an onslaught of boos at X-T's dismay. He cockily makes his way towards the ring. He stops at the edge of the ring and stares The Phoenix down from the outside. The Phoenix motions for X-T to enter the ring. X-Terminator hesitates briefly before rolling in through the bottom rope and demanding a microphone of his own. He stands a few feet back from the NLW superstar.

X-Terminator - I think we have a little misunderstanding between you and I. First off, allow me to apologize for the words I spoke last week. I made a mistake, and realize that the next time I disrespect your worthless talents, I will do it to your face..

The boos fill the arena. A variety of random chants including "asshole" and "you suck" are heard. The NLW Legacy Champion seems to chuckle as the fans make their opinions heard, as he remains in the center of the ring, his eyes locked squarely on the form of one of OWF's double champions.

The Phoenix - For the record, I agree with these fans. If your color commentary is any indication, you do suck.

This leads to an outburst of cheering, mixed in with laughter, as a smirk crosses the face of The Phoenix.

Dunn - Cheap pop!

Rage fills X-Terminator's mind as he begins to throw a mini temper tantrum in the middle of the ring. The crowd gets a kick out of this as they continue to mock their very own champion.

The Phoenix - However, I will give you credit for something. Seriously.

The crowd dies down a bit, in order to hear what the "intruder" has to say.

The Phoenix - I think last week, scientists around the world discovered a universal cure for insomnia. It's called "listening to X-Terminator try to commentate a match."

Dunn - Who does he think he is?

Falcoon - I don't know, but he's really ripping into the PDA Champion.

The OWF fans continue to laugh. A look of embarassement comes across the face of the double champion. Used soda cups and random garbage is seen being launched at X-T.

X-Terminator - Screw all of you people who claim to be able to recognize talent. You cheer...You applaud this degenerate... You praise this New Legend of Wrestling? The only legend that I can see in this ring isn't fatty mcgee to my left.. Its me you fuckin' piss-ants..

The fans explode in a massive encore of boos. X-Terminator struggles to continue his rant. He waits momentarily for the noise to die down.

X-Terminator - Ok...ok...we get it, now shut the fuck up! Listen, my burrito- loving friend. We can go at this all day. You say you want to see if you can compete with some of OWF's top talent. Well apparently you didn't get last month's memo, because I am the best that OWF, no wait, the entire wrestling world has EVER seen!

The Phoenix - Number one, I hate Mexican food, you ass. And number two - If you're the best that our business has ever seen...then why the hell haven't I heard of you before last week?

This brings the crowd to their feet with cheers, as Phoenix looks over at the OWF superstar.

The Phoenix - In fact, I could name three other names I could think of before you. Jesse Williams...EJ Slayer...Trent Steel. X-Terminator? Sorry, does not compute.

This prompts another ovation from the crowd. X-T turns away from the NLW Legacy champion and looks on with a look of shock across his face. The camera catches him mumbling the words "Who the hell is this guy...?" X-T is seen reaching into his tights as he pulls out a small pair of brass knuckles. He casually places them on his knuckles with The Phoenix unaware of his intentions. X-Terminator quickly turns around to plant The Phoenix squarely in the face. Phoenix dodges the right-handed blow and delivers a vicious clothesline sending X-Terminator down hard to the mat. He drops both of his titles in the middle of the ring as he quickly rolls and scurries out of the ring before more damage could be inflicted. The Phoenix bends over and grabs both of X-Terminator's titles. He laughs to himself to the delight of the fans before throwing them over the ropes at a fallen X-Terminator who is hunched over, holding his head in pain.

Falcoon - X-T just got beaten from the ring!

Kissens - He doesn't seem too pleased about it either!

Dunn - But the fans are behind this NLW guy.

Falcoon - The OWF fans will respect anyone that respects them.

The Phoenix looks down at X-T, a scowl on his face.

The Phoenix - Now do yourself a favor. Watch carefully. This is how we do things in NLW.

Phoenix then hands the microphone back to Missy as he stands in one of the corners on the opposite side of the ring from where X-T was chucked, awaiting his opponent.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia...Weighing in at 235 pounds...Here is Raven Talon!

"Falling Away From me" by Korn plays as the crowd reacts to him as he stand up from back in the crowd. He then walks through the crowd Their is a mixed response as he stands looking over the ring barrier for a split second before hopping the rail. As he steps forward he is followed by Mikey "The Shark" Austin who has with him his "M-TV" camera in hand. Raven Talon then steps out looking at the site of the crowd that was once Wrestlings Fanbase and is now what is just considered Wrestling Fans. He nods his head as you notice his video package showing highlights of his previous Hardcore happenings in matter of of the ring since he can not air other federations clips. He heads down to the ring and meets X-Terminator on the outside. X-T stops him and whispers something into his ear, to which Raven Talon nods and smiles.

Kissens - Could that have been a pep talk?

Dunn - Whatever it was, it seemed to have sparked a flame under Raven Talon's ass.

Raven slides into the ring, looking excited as Missy darts out of the ring upon the ringing of the bell. X-T remains on the outside of the ring, he then walks over to the announcers table and pulls up steel chair next to James Dunn. He places on a spare headset.

Falcoon - And X-T is here again.

X-Terminator - Pleasure is yours once again, Gordie.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The match starts off with The Phoenix circling to the left of Raven Talon. Raven heads right for him, as the two lock up in an collar and elbow tie-up in the middle of the ring. The two men spin around, trying to get a feel for each other before Phoenix backs Talon back up into the nearest corner. The referee puts himself between the two men, pulling them part as The Phoenix releases his hold on Talon and backs out of the corner allowing a clean break. Raven Talon walks right back out of the corner, heading for Phoenix looking to lock up once more. Suddenly he is met with a toe kick to the midsection, before The Phoenix grabs a hold of Talon's right arm -- proceeding to irish whip him with all of his might towards the opposite set of ropes. Talon turns and bounces, back first, off the ropes and charges back towards Phoenix, who is awaiting his return. Once Raven gets within striking distance, The Phoenix extends his right arm outward and lunges forward looking for a clothesline -- which Talon ducks, and keeps his momentum going as he heads for the ropes. He hits the ropes, running back at The Phoenix who extends his right elbow and catches Raven Talon across the face with a back elbow.

Dunn - He ran right into that.

Falcoon - Not much he could really do about it.

Kissens - The Phoenix threw it up at the last second.

X-Terminator - Pft, I saw it a mile away.

Falcoon - What exactly is your problem with this man?

X-Terminator - Too many to begin to talk about now.

Talon slowly pulls himself up, firing away at Phoenix with a right hook which Phoenix is able to deflect with his left forearm. Talon throws a left jab that catches The Phoenix right on the bridge of his nose, and tries to follow up with a lifting knee but Phoenix catches his leg. He spins Talon around, but he extends his hand and nails a spinning back fist across the cheek of The Phoenix. He is sent to one knee upon the impact, mostly shocked as Talon unleashes a shin kick to Phoenix's shoulder. He whips his leg back again, but this time Phoenix blocks it with his right elbow which sends a wave of pain through the shin bone of Raven Talon. It throws off his pace as he grabs his leg and Phoenix swings up, slamming his bicep into the jaw of Talon with a rising european uppercut that sends him down to a sitting position on the mat.

Dunn - Talon doesn't seem like himself.

X-Terminator - I can't believe he's letting that tub of lard walk all over him like this.

The Phoenix lifts Talon up by his hair, but he breaks Phoenix's hold and runs off the nearest set of ropes. Talon nails a shoulder block, which staggers The Phoenix a bit upon the harsh impact. Raven Talon runs against the ropes again, charging back at Phoenix as he bounces off back first. He dives at the shin of Phoenix, sending him down to one knee as Talon picks himself up to his feet. He backs up against the ropes, pushing himself up against them and charging forward with added momentum and kicks Phoenix flush across the side of his head with the bottom of his boot -- finally sending the big man down to the mat. Raven crouches nears The Phoenix as he immediately begins pushing himself back up, holding the right side of his face in pain.

X-Terminator - That's more like it! Hit the ropes again!

Falcoon - What are you, his coach?

X-Terminator - What if I am?

Raven Talon bounces off the ropes a fourth time, using his speed to try to throw off The Phoenix yet again -- but this time The Phoenix lunges up to his feet, lifting Talon up and drives him down back first with a twisting spinebuster. The stark impact knocks Talon for a loop and gives Phoenix some time to catch his breath.

Dunn - Finally he can relax.

Both men begin getting to their feet at a labored pace, pulling themselves up with the help of the ropes. Talon hangs himself over the top rope as Phoenix pulls himself up and charges behind Raven -- locking him in a rear naked choke and pulling him down to the mat.

Falcoon - Rear Naked Choke!

Dunn - The move that won him the NLW Legacy Championship!

Kissens - Nice research.

Talon immediately hooks the bottom rope right his right arm, and The Phoenix is forced to release his choke hold on Talon. The Phoenix immediately rolls up to his feet, pulling Talon with him as Phoenix ducks his head under the arm of Talon. He looks for an Exploder Suplex -- but Talon brings the point of his elbow down across the base of Phoenix's skull three times in a row, sending him down to all fours holding the back of his head while Raven doubles over gasping for air right next to him. Phoenix begins pushing himself up, but Talon cuts a deep breath off by stomping him across the small of his back. Phoenix falls flat to the mat on his stomach, while Raven Talon brings the sole of his boot down across the back of The Phoenix.

Falcoon - Finally Talon seems to have sustained some offense.

X-Terminator - He needs to tire Phoenix out.

Dunn - We'll see if he's capable.

Talon picks Phoenix up to his unsteady feet, and runs against the set of ropes Phoenix is facing. He bounces off, back first, and charges back at his opponent. At the last second, The Phoenix bends over looking for a back body drop -- but Talon stops right infront of the bent over Phoenix, grabbing him in a front face lock. He looks for a DDT, but instead The Phoenix flips him over his head with a Northern Lights Suplex.

Falcoon - Reversal!

The referee slides in to make the count...1...2...kickout by Talon!

Kissens - He almost lost right there.

X-Terminator - Almost Jackie, almost.

The two men are slow to get up to their feet. Talon gets up to one knee, while Phoenix pulls himself up to all fours. Talon pulls himself up to his unsteady feet and staggers around the ring, and The Phoenix drags himself up to his feet as well. The two men stumble around, and face each other staring at one another in the middle of the ring.

Dunn - They didn't expect to catch each other.

Talon kicks at Phoenix as he stands up, but The Phoenix grabs a hold of his leg. With a quick swing, he executes a Dragon Leg Screw on the extended leg of Talon. Raven lays flat on his back before The Phoenix pulls himself up to his feet and rolls Talon over. He keeps a hold of his foot, and Phoenix stares at X-Terminator while grapevining the leg of Talon. He locks in a ankle lock submission in the middle of the ring as Talon yells in pain.

Dunn - Blaze of Glory!

Talon reaches out towards the ropes, but he is unable to move due to the leg grapevine. Talon taps out and the referee calls for the bell.

Falcoon - That's it!

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

The Phoenix exits the ring, staring at X-T who has left the announcers booth and begins heading for the ramp, staring at The Phoenix as he heads up the ramp.

Falcoon - Very impressive.

Dunn - Eh. Not bad.

Kissens - He's really talented for a bigger guy.

Dunn - Regardless, I don't think we've seen the last of X-T and The Phoenix locking up.

Falcoon - It's only the beginning.

Phoenix disappears behind the curtain as the feed cuts backstage to follow him. He begins heading towards his locker room, when from behind he is knocked down to the cold concrete floor by a forearm from Jason Chase.

Dunn - What the fuck?

He stands over Phoenix, who holds the back of his head, and then quickly darts out of the view of the cameras. The feed remains locked on the fallen Phoenix.

Falcoon - Jason Chase just took out NLW superstar The Phoenix!

Kissens - Chase must be on the OWF's side then!

Dunn - Seems like it!

The feed cuts from the mouth of the entrance ramp to the locker room area where we see Greg Jackson standing with Silence. The two, while never officially an alliance, did earn some respect for each other while tagging together in ASW.

Greg Jackson - Long time no see man. How you been?

Silence - Alright, just getting back like you I guess.

Greg Jackson - You still do that Silent Ending move or whatever it was? Where you’d like get some submission on and duct tape the guys mouth shut while doing it? That shit was fucked up man.

Silence - I don’t know, we’ll see if they let me bring duct tape to the ring here! Ha ha ha!

Greg Jackson - Ha ha ha….?

As Greg glances around awkwardly, he sees someone walk by in the hallway.

Greg Jackson - Hey man get over here!

At this time, Zack Perry joins the two.

Greg Jackson - Hey y’all, I know we’ve had our differences, but that’s all in the past! Am I right? Si, remember me and you takin’ Zachary over here and that Cat Smasher Meca Blight?! Good times.

Zack Perry - It’s just Zack… Good to see you again Greg. Thanks for coming back to be a part of MVW’s show.

Greg Jackson - MVW? What the hell does that stand for?! Mega Volkswagen? Am I right, Si? Ha HA!

Silence - …Meaningless Violence Wrestling.

Greg Jackson - No we’re in OWF. OUTSIDER WRESTLING FEDERATION.

Silence - I know, but we’re doing an MVW show.

Greg Jackson - I’m not sure you know where you are. OWF. That’s where you are.

Silence - Yeah but OWF is presenting an MVW show. Power Hour.

Greg Jackson - I hope MVW presents me a Mega Volkswagen, so I can sell it and shit. Am I right? Zack! Whoo!

Greg looks for a high five from Zack but doesn’t get it.

Greg Jackson - It’s all good. Hey remember that tag match we had? That-

Zack Perry - Yeah, guys I gotta run. See ya around.

Mr. Perry doesn’t stay too long, obviously not impressed with the disrespect Greg unintentionally showed him.

Greg Jackson - I beat him for the ASW World Title ya know.

Silence - I know.

Greg Jackson - Didn’t Zack beat YOU for the ASW world title?

Silence - …Yeah.

Greg Jackson - Uh oh, better watch out for me then Si! I beat Zack, and Zack beat you! Watch yourself! I’m just playin’.

Silence - Yeah, but I beat Jesse Williams, and he’s beaten you twice.

Greg Jackson - Now that’s just cold...

The feed switches back to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - Greg is meeting up with old friends.

Kissens - I hope he visits me!

Dunn - I don't want that homeless looking guy coming down here!

Falcoon - I'm going to have to agree with James. You can go visit him backstage!

Kissens - You better believe I will!

Dunn - Ugh.

Missy stands up at ringside, again with a microphone in her hand as she heads for the ring steps yet again. She dodges the various types of weapons at ringside, including a slew of tables that have already been set up.

Dunn - Oh...good. Time for the next match!

Falcoon - And this is a doozy!

Kissens - Which is it?

Falcoon - The finals of the PDA Championship Series.

Dunn - Wow, I can't wait.

Falcoon - Same here.

Missy makes her way up the steps easily and walks onto the ring apron. She parts the ropes and enters through the middle and top ropes, stepping into the ring and heading for the middle of the squared circle. A few fans scurry back to their seats, making sure to not miss the next match. Missy stands in the center of the ring and lifts the microphone up to her mouth while looking directly into the live camera.

Missy Janson - The next matchup is scheduled for a one-fall and it is the Third and FINAL Round of the OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship Contender Series!

The fans roar, with a few chants of "P-D-A! P-D-A!" breaking out amongst the crowd.

Missy Janson - It is a PDA Rules, Triple Threat, Tag Rules Match. Only two men will be legal in the ring at a time, with one man having to remain on the outside of the ring waiting to be tagged into the match. The first fall will win the match, and the winner will go on to face the OWF PDA Champion at Cold Black Day on October 26th.

Another loud pop comes from the crowd.

Falcoon - Going to be interesting to see how Tag rules will apply to a Triple Threat.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, 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.

Missy Janson - Out next to the ring, 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.

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...)

Jared Wave and Harker are the first two legal men as JC steps to the outside apron. Wave circles around the ring while Harker heads right for him. Wave lunges at Harker, who lifts up his big boot -- which Wave ducks under at the last second. He stands for only a second behind Harker after his failed big boot, as Wave leaps into the air and nails a dropkick to the back of Harker's knee which sends him down to his back. Wave leaps into the air, letting his back crash down across the ribs of Harker with a senton splash before he covers him. The referee slides in and makes the count...1...Harker tosses Wave off of him, and immediately gets back up to his feet as Wave takes a second to regain his senses. Harker nails a closed fist across the cheek of Wave, sending him flat down to the mat. Jared hops right back up and leaps towards JC, who steps down off the apron as he just watches Wave pull himself up on the ropes.

Falcoon - I can't blame JC for not wanting a part of Harker at this point.

Dunn - I think he just wants Wave to be hurt.

Harker reaches down, grabbing a hold of Wave by his hair and tossing him backwards into the corner. He nails a string of back right elbows to the side of Waves head, which stuns him briefly. Harker then switches to thigh strikes -- bringing his massive right leg up time and time again into the midsection of Jared Wave. Harker grabs a hold of Wave's arm and irish whips him across the ring with such force that when Wave connects with the opposite corner, back-first, he is sent face first down to the mat due to the impact. JC gets back onto the apron, watching as Harker stalks Wave.

Kissens - JC is enjoying this.

Dunn - Very much so.

Harker grabs a hold of Jared by his hair again and begins lifting him up to his knees. This time, Wave swings up, clocking Harker with a closed fist and then leaps into the air, executing a flawless dropkick across the jaw of Harker. He stumbles back into the corner where JC stands -- who slaps the back of Harker's shoulder and tags himself into the match. He runs at Wave, who hits the mat face first -- prompting JC to hop over him. Once he does, he stops dead in his tracks and waits for Jared to stand up -- while in the corner, Harker steps to the outside of the ring. Once he does, JC catches Jared right across the left side of his jaw. Wave stumbles down to one knee, but JC quickly brings a knee upwards into his sternum which propels him back up to his feet. JC is stunned that Wave is standing and lunges forward looking for a clothesline. He misses as Wave ducks under his outstretched arm and turns around behind JC. He waits for him to turn around as well before throwing a toe kick up into the sternum of JC, which catches him off guard and causes him to begin coughing. Wave then flings a second toe kick, which connects with JC's diaphramn which sends him down to one knee gasping for air. Jared is full of fire, and he flings a third soccer-style kick at the midsection of JC -- but his right foot is caught by the left arm of JC who stands back up and forces Wave to hop up and down on his left leg. Out of nowhere, Wave flings his leg leg up and connects across the face of JC with an enziguri which topples him down to his back while Wave is able to get up to his feet. The fans cheer him loudly while JC holds his head in a lot of pain.

Falcoon - Wave cannot let up. He is at such a disadvantage in size.

Dunn - He needs to use his speed and his stamina to outlast these guys.

Kissens - He needs to get out of the ring, y'all.

Dunn - Absolutely.

Harker holds his hand into the ring and Wave looks at him. He inches towards the corner that Harker stands in, and he slaps his hand. Wave steps out of the ring immediately while Harker hops down off the apron and grabs a hold of a steel chain along with a bag of tacks which he brings into the ring with him. He leaves the bag on the mat but he grabs the chain and he walks up behind JC, who is up to all fours, and wraps the chain around his throat. Harker pulls back, forcing JC up to a kneeling position while the air is cut off to his lungs and the blood is cut off from his brain. JC's face turns a bright purple, but he then is able to get his fingers between the chain and his neck. He begins pulling himself up to his feet once he has the pressure of the chain off his throat -- mule kicking Harker between the legs as his first action upon standing. JC grabs the chain from a bent over Harker as his face begins turning back to a normal color. JC whips the chain across the exposed back of Harker, sending him down to his knees. JC then take ths chain and wraps it several times around his right fist. He walks around to right in front of the kneeling Harker and obliterates him with a steel chain covered right hook. Blood begins to pour from the head of Harker as he lays on the mat, and JC discards the chain to the mat as he falls to his knees. Meanwhile, in the corner -- Wave sees Harker is down and he begins climbing up the turnbuckle as JC discards the chain.

Falcoon - JC is going for a pin!

JC lays across Harker as the referee drops into place -- while in the corner only five feet away, Jared Wave is perched and ready to leap.

Kissens - LOOK! WAVE!

The referee begins to count as Jared jumps from the top turnbuckle...1...2...

Dunn - JC's got it--

Wave extends his legs and nails a flying leg drop across the back of JC's head -- driving his face directly into the mat and ending the count right before the three.

Falcoon - TOP ROPE LEG DROP!

Dunn - He got a bit of revenge on JC there.

Kissens - And more importantly saved the match from ending, y'all.

The referee forces Wave out of the ring while both Harker and JC lay on the mat in different amounts of pain.

Dunn - That's the one rule, I guess. You can only have two guys in the ring.

Kissens - Weird to have rules in PDA Matches.

Falcoon - It's all a test.

Dunn - Of course.

Kissens - May the best man win.

JC begins to pull himself up, holding his head as he crawls on all fours to the nearest set of ropes. Once he gets there, he hooks his right elbow upon the middle rope and grabs a hold of that same rope with his left hand. Right behind him, Harker has rolled onto his side and has begun pushing himself back up to his feet. While Wave has returned to the outside apron. Harker crawls to the bag of thumbtacks, untying the string and reaching in while JC gets up to his feet. He turns around, looking at Wave and he runs across the ring -- nailing him with a sharp elbow strike that sends Jared flying off the apron and through one of the tables set up at ringside.

Falcoon - What a jerk!

The referee indicates a tag was made, but regardless JC stays in the ring looking at Jared. Meanwhile, while JC is concerned with Wave, Harker has pulled himself up to his feet behind JC, just in time to get himself settled before he turns around. Harker throws a handful of tacks into the face of JC, which blinds him for a moment. Harker then dumps the entire bag of tacks into the middle of the ring -- tossing the empty bag to the outside. Harker approaches JC and grabs him around his throat, lifting him up and nailing a huge chokeslam right onto the pile of thousands of thumbtacks. JC immediately rolls out of the ring -- exposing to the cameras his entire shoulder, neck and head area with thumbtacks stuck deep into the flesh.

Dunn - What a nice parting gift.

Kissens - Wave and JC are both down on the outside, now. Only Harker is left standing right now.

Harker steps to one of the neutral sides of the ring and steps over the top rope, hopping down to the concrete floor. He grabs a hold of one of the tables that is already set up and he tosses over the top rope and into the ring with ease. He also grabs a hold of a steel chair, which he tosses into the ring and then he grabs a hold of a steel trash can which he holds with him as he steps back up onto the apron. He steps over the top rope and back into the ring, while Jared Wave is just getting to the ring apron after being sent through the table. Harker places the steel trash can on the mat, then proceeds to turn over the wooden table he tossed into the ring, setting it onto its legs. Wave pulls himself up onto the apron and rolls under the bottom rope, while Harker remains too occupied with the weapons he has brought in. This allows Wave time to climb up to the top rope, which he does but at a very labored pace. The fans begin to cheer as Harker picks up the steel chair, and turns around -- only to find Wave leaping through the air.

Falcoon - Wave from the top again!

Harker sidesteps Wave, allowing him to crash down to the mat with a failed missle dropkick attempt. With his right hand, Harker holds one leg of the chair and with his left hand he begins lifting Wave up -- measuring him up for a chair shot. Once Jared is on his feet, Harker takes hold of the chair and weilds it back -- but in a split second, Jared Wave strikes with a superkick to the jaw of Harker with his right foot. The move sends the big man down to both knees as he drops the chair, and rolls his eyes into the back of his head. Wave picks up the chair, and rears it back as he takes notice of JC pulling himself back up on the apron in the corner opposite the two legal man. The hesitation doesn't cost him as he brings the face of the steel chair down across the forehead of the kneeling Harker, sending more blood streaming from his face. He remains kneeling while Wave looks at the heavily dented chair. Instead of using it against him, he sets up the chair infront of the extremely hazy Harker. Wave then glances at the steel trash can Harker brought in, and he walks over to it. He grabs a hold of it, and places the can over the head and shoulders of Harker -- who just barely fits within the mouth of the can. Wave looks at the chair, which has a severe dent i the seat of the chair, but he positions it facing the ropes and he leans himself up against that same set of ropes. He faces the chair which is right infront of the kneeling Harker, who has the trash can over his head.

Kissens - Oh man what is he going to do with this.

Dunn - I don't know, but Harker looks funny like that.

Wave charges, leaping up to the seat of the chair -- then jumps from there and extends both of his feet forward towards where Harker's head would be. Wave nails the leaping front dropkick into the steel trash can over Harker's head, which sends the big man flat down to his back with the sound of Wave's boots upon the steel can echoing throughout the arena.

Falcoon - My GOD! Harker just got crushed!

Dunn - By his own weapons no less!

Wave's adrenaline runs out as he remains on all fours, slowly crawling towards Harker. He yanks the steel trash can off from over his head and pushes it aside. Wave collapses on top of him, and the referee slides into place -- with JC stepping through the ropes heading towards both men. The referee begins the count...1...2...JC dives across the ring and nails a double axe handle strike across the base of Wave's skull. The referee pushes JC out of the ring while Wave holds the back of his head and Harker rolls over onto all fours holding his face. Both men begin to stumble up to their feet, with Wave lunging for the ropes and catching a hold of them before falling. Harker pulls himself up in the center of the ring, taking note of where Wave is. Jared spins around, seeing Harker looking right at him and he bursts into a full sprint at him. Harker lunges at Wave, who takes him down with a drop toe hold. Harker hits the mat face first, and Wave stands over him -- hooking both of Harker's arms behind his back and sitting down on his back.

Dunn - Chickenwing Camel Clutch on Harker.

Falcoon - How does Wave have the strength left to lock this hold on him?

Harker tries to free his arms, but he only applies more pressure on his arms. Wave soon realizes that Harker won't give up, so he wrenches back with all his might one final time. Harker yells in pain while blood flows from his head -- but then Wave releases his hold of Harker's arms, and allows his face to crash down upon the mat. Wave spins around and grabs the left leg of Harker and placing the arch of his left foot into the inside of his right knee. Wave then places the arch of Harker's right foot up into his arm pit, while wrenching both of Harker's legs and sitting down upon his back.

Kissens - Now a Texas Cloverleaf.

Dunn - I bet that's probably The Garden State Cloverleaf.

Falcoon - Nice, James. That was a good one.

Dunn - I know. And he'll steal it like Charlie Haas stole my gimmick!

Harker quickly flips Wave off of him, and sends him stumbling towards the ropes. He bounces off -- and on the outside, JC smacks him upon the back and steps into the ring as the legal man, walking over to the chair Jared set up and folding it up. Meanwhile, Harker quickly leaps up to his weakened legs and stares at Wave unaware of the tag. Harker grabs a hold of Wave under his right arm and spins him around with a side tilt a whirl slam onto the pile of thumbtacks from before.

Kissens - OH NO!

Falcoon - Wave gets the thumbtacks as well!

Dunn - And again Harker keeps fighting on.

JC turns to see Harker beginning to stand up after slamming Wave through the thumbtacks. When Harker gets up to his feet he turns around and sees JC weild the chair back. Harker lifts his right leg up and connects with the chair with his boot -- driving it back into the face of JC with double the amount of force he was swinging with. JC falls to his back and drops the steel chair which is damaged beyond repair. Harker runs his hand over his forehead, seeing an intense amount of blood flow. As if seeing the blood reminds him, he drops down to one knee trying to regain his breath. Wave rolls out of the ring and out onto the ring apron, where he begins pulling thumbtacks from his back as he stands up in one of the corners on the opposite side of the ring. The fans are cheering on all three men, mostly Jared Wave showing they want him to win the most -- but the loudest chant of them all is "P-D-A! P-D-A!". Harker slowly pulls himself up, shaking his head as he locks his eyes on JC who is just getting up to his knees.

Falcoon - There is so much tension, anybody could win this match!

Dunn - And each time someone is on the outside, they are refreshed enough to break up a fall.

Kissens - We may not see an end to this one for a bit, y'all.

Dunn - I'm fine with that.

Harker slowly approaches JC, whose head is bleeding very heavily as well. He drags him up to his feet, only to level him right a short right forearm to the jaw. Harker then turns to the table that he threw in earlier and begins pulling it towards the middle of the ring. He turns his attention back to JC, pushing him back first up against the nearest set of ropes, and nailing JC with a short right hook right in the ribs. Meanwhile, Wave moves himself around to be right next tot he action. Harker follows it up with a stiff elbow that cuts across his forehead. Harker steps back into the middle of the ring and charges at JC, who ducks and back body drops the charging Harker over the top rope -- who Jared Wave reached in and tagged while he was still inside of the ring. Harker flips out of the ring and crashes through a table at ringside. The fans roar incredibly loud as he lays motionless amidst the broken table.

Falcoon - Did you see the big man fly?

Dunn - How could you miss it?

Wave pulls himself into the ring and nails snap kick to the thigh of JC, who remains up against the ropes he tossed Harker over. Wave looks for another toe kick, but JC catches his foot yet again. He pushes himself off the ropes and doesn't allow Wave time to counter it as he spins Jareds leg around -- and when he turns back to facing JC, he is met with a toe kick to his gut. JC then tucks Wave's head between JC's legs and wraps his arms around the waist of Wave. He lifts Wave up into a powerbomb position and walks near the table that was set up. Wave fires away with right hands to the face of JC, attempting to weaken him.

Kissens - Wave's gonna get wiped out!

Falcoon - Nice one!!

Jared spins backwards, attempting a hurricanrana and is able to execute it perfectly. JC flips forward -- landing back first onto the wooden table, but his momentum is more directly outward than downward after the reversal. JC, somehow, skips off the table and lands on his feet -- only to begin running against the ropes he faces right now.

Dunn - What the hell?

On the opposite side of the table, Wave pulls himself up and turns around to see JC bounce off the ropes and head for him at full speed. JC leaps over the table and nails Wave with a diving lariat, which takes him down to the mat. JC immediately covers Jared, hooking his leg while he waits for the referee to get into position -- which only takes a second. He makes the count...1...2...thr- kickout by Wave!

Falcoon - He got hi-- NO! He didn't!

Kissens - I thought he did too!

Dunn - That was so close.

Kissens - Harker is only getting back up to the apron now, so he couldn't break up the pin.

Harker stands up as JC backs up against the ropes -- where Harker clubs him with a blunt elbow to the back of the head. The referee signals a tag is made and Harker enters the ring while JC hits the mat. He doesn't seem to be moving, while Wave just begins getting up to his knees. Harker stares down at Jared, and grabs a hold of him with his large hands -- but Wave counters with a short jab to the midsection which stuns harker. Jared looks around the ring, looking for anything when he spots the heavily used and dented steel chair. He grabs a hold of it, and pulls himself up to his feet as the fans roar loudly.

Falcoon - Wave needs to do something now or nev--

Harker comes out of nowhere and nails a huge big boot across the steel chair -- which crashes into the face of Jared Wave who falls to the mat.

Falcoon - Harker is going to win!

Harker holds his arms up, when from behind a recovered JC runs up and spins Harker around. He nails a toe kick into his sternum and lifts up the massive man into a standing firemans carry. He swings him around into a sitout spinebuster -- slamming Harker down through the table in the center of the ring..

Dunn - Solitare Unraveling on Harker through the table!

Falcoon - You shouldn't mess with JC!

Kissens - All he had to do was break up the pin.

JC looks down at Jared Wave who is bloody and he reaches down, grabbing his arm and laying Wave across the body of Harker.

Falcoon - What the...

The referee slides into place, counting the pin for the unconscious Wave...1...2...3!

Dunn - Why did he do that?

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and gaining a shot at the OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship at Cold Black Day...The 2008 PDA Championship Series Winner..JARED WAVE!

JC smiles and exits the ring, while the referee holds up the limp arm of Jared Wave.

Falcoon - Regardless of the finish...What a match!

Dunn - Give all three guys credit, they all proved they are worthy of any title shot in my eyes.

Kissens - I agree, y'all.

Dunn - So it's Wave against X-T?

Falcoon - Seems like i--

The feed cuts backstage to outside of President Chase Johnsons office, with the camera focusing on the door. Screaming is heard inside, as a loud verbal war is going on between CJ and an unidentified man. Their words are so loud, they are picked up once the crowd's noise is filtered out.

Prez CJ - ..You have the nerve to do that? Plus, I have to find out from SULLIVAN before you come to me? Well, if you want to. That's fine. Go right ahead, you son of a bitch.

Man - I don't like your tone pal, I'm representing the OWF. You should thank me.

Prez CJ - Thank you? For what? For going around MY booking plans. For going out of your way to fuck up everything I have planned?

The door bursts open, and X-Terminator is revealed as the man arguing with CJ. Chase follows him out and the two continue in the hallway.

X-Terminator - Thank me for bringing the NLW Legacy Title to the OWF.

Prez CJ - Well, let me show my appreciation. You're out of the Capture The Flag Match on Power Hour.

X-Terminator - You can't do that!

Zack Perry - He's right. You can't.

Zack Perry walks onto the scene looking right at CJ.

Zack Perry - This is my show, and the CTF Match needs it's Canadian Representative. He is still going to be in that match, whether you like it or not.

X-T walks off, looking extremely happy while the feed remains on CJ, who looks incredibly pissed.

Dunn - Zack Perry just went around CJ!

Kissens - X-T could be a Quadruple Champion after Cold Black Day!

Falcoon - Folks, we just have to take a quick commercial break...We'll be right back!

ONLY ON THE OWF NETWORK ON OCTOBER 16TH, 2008
LIVE FROM THE WEMBLEY ARENA IN WEMBLEY, ENGLAND

MATCHES ALREADY SIGNED:

- OWF I Heart Moxie Championship -
Normal Match
Vacant Vs Specter

- OWF I Heart Moxie Championship Contendership -
Capture The Flag Match
Valtiel Vs X-Terminator Vs Harker Vs Porta Prince Vs Trent Steel Vs Vernon Somoza

- OWF Singles Title or BS&T Tag Title Contendership-
Gang Wars

- OWF/MVW LillyAss Championship -
Escape Only Cage Match
Trent Steel Vs Scott Kidd

The feed comes back from a commercial, finding ourselves backstage in a dark janitors closet, T-Money is sitting behind a desk, and Rockstar is standing with his ear to the door, Filthy Rich is sitting in the corner snickering.

T-Money - This is a Public Service Announcement for the town of...Sheffield.

The crowd scream loudly, so that it can even be heard in the closet.

T-Money - Recently, Several Druggies have been spotted around the arena. They have been identified as OWF Superstars Cokekid, Sythe, Filthy Rich and Rocks-

T-Money doesn't finish as Filthy Rich pounces on him and Rockstar sits down at the desk.

Rockstar - Sorry about that, the ongoing debate this week is Which are Better, Power Hours or Power Showers? If you have an AT&T Mobile, or have access to owfwrestling.com, then you may vote for which you think is better, and remember, if you see any of us in public, please, leave us be.

The feed remains on the three men in the closet.

Dunn - Seriously, I fucking hate morons.

Falcoon - What the hell was that all about?

Kissens - I think it's best for all of us if we don't think about it, y'all.

Dunn - Alright. Deal.

We cut to another point in the backstage area, where we see Greg Jackson walking and talking with Drake Munday, who seems to want nothing to do with Greg.

Greg Jackson - You got a lot of potential man. I seen you, and you got all the tools. You just gotta put it all together. Know what I’m sayin’?

Drake Munday - Aren’t you one of my opponents on Thursday? What are you talking about?

Greg Jackson - That shit don’t matter son. Just listen to me. Look out for number one. YOU! Don’t ever be more concerned with alliances and all the bullshit, you keep your shit in tact and you’ll be fine. Ya got me?

Drake Munday - Man, haven’t you lost like, your last fifteen matches?

Greg Jackson - Well, I don’t think it’s THAT high…

Drake Munday - Get away from me!

Greg Jackson - I just-

Drake uppercuts Greg, sending him back against the wall before he slumps down to the ground, holding his jaw.

Greg Jackson - OooooooOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!! What the hell was that for? I was just trying to help!

Drake Munday - I don’t want help from you! By the way, you REEK man. Go take a God damn shower…

Drake walks away as Greg holds his jaw, and then sniffs his armpit. He flinches his nose and turns away in disgust. The feed cuts to black, only to reopen once again almost immediately.

The scene opens up in the locker room of Hang Ten. Only Skotty Surph is seen, with his back to the camera as he is hunched over the black duffelbag of his partner. From the side, his locker room door bursts open which sends Skotty's nerves for a ride. He turns to witness Jesse Williams walk in, which exposes what Surph was doing as he holds a can of shaving cream which he was spraying into the bag of Jared Wave.

Jesse Williams - What're you doing?

Skotty Surph - N-n-nothing, don't worry about it.

Jesse Williams - No, see I will worry about it. I've seen you around here Skotty, and you being in a little prank war with your tag partner isn't fooling anyone. I know how jealous you were when Jared started to confess he liked Moxie...You setting up another attack now to cover your tracks?

Skotty Surph - Attack? Moxie? Jealous? Who the hell do you think I am?

Jesse smirks and takes a slow step forward, which prompts Surph to backpeddle a bit at first.

Jesse Williams - I think you're someone who is a lot like I used to be.

Jesse takes another step, but Surph stands firm this time.

Jesse Williams - You're hungry. What better way to make a name for yourself than take out the biggest female superstar the OWF had seen in months?

Skotty takes a step forward, meeting Williams nose to nose in an intense staredown.

Skotty Surph - You're right, I am hungry. That aint how I do business though. If I have a problem with somebody I take it to their face. Besides if I wanted to make a name for myself, I would've sacrificed you, not her.

Again Jesse smiles, he lowers his eyes to the floor and takes a large step backwards before looking back into the eyes of Skotty Surph- who looks like he is ready to throwdown.

Jesse Williams - Okay Skotty, that's fine. But the same goes for you that went for your partner- if I find out you're lying, the only sacrifice that will be made is your head being served up to the wrestling gods by myself for your dishonest course.

Skotty Surph - Whatever you say kiddo. We done?

Jesse Williams - You had better hope so...

Williams steps backwards with his eyes locked on Skotty. Jesse turns and leaves the locker room while the camera fixates itself on Skotty as he exhales a deep sigh of relief before going back to his shenanigans before the feed cuts.

Falcoon - Jesse isn't making a lot of friends, is he?

Dunn - He's a little too suspicious. Why does he keep going out looking for the attacker?

Kissens - Yeah, I'm not sure why he cares so much.

Instead of shooting back to ringside, the cameras switch back to the locker room area where we see Ray Lopes. He appears to be looking for something, but doesn’t seem able to find it.

Ray Lopes - Where’d my damn phone go? I know I left it right around here…

Voice - This your iPhone, Ray?

Ray Lopes - Who the fuck is that?

Ray walks over to the enclosed shower area, where he hears the voice coming from. Ray’s right next to the wall, where he sees a towel hanging over the top.

Voice - It’s me, Greg Jackson.

Ray Lopes - Greg?

Greg Jackson - That’s me. How ya doing?

Ray Lopes - You have my iPhone.

Greg Jackson - Yup. It’s really cool.

Ray Lopes - And it’s in the shower with you. Why would you do that?

Greg Jackson - I haven’t had a chance to check it out yet. Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

Ray Lopes - Yeah, but WHY did you take it in the shower with you???

Greg Jackson - ………….

Ray Lopes - Greg?

Greg Jackson - I MAY or MAY NOT have taken it in the shower with me.

Ray Lopes - You may or may not?

Greg Jackson - That’s right.

Ray Lopes - You just told me you had it in there with you.

Greg Jackson - That would seem to be correct.

Ray Lopes - SEEM? If you ruined my phone cause you got it wet-

Greg Jackson - Aren’t these things waterproof?

Ray Lopes - I’m not sure! I didn’t really wanna find out.

Greg Jackson - What’s with the Ja Rule song on your play list, by the way.

Ray Lopes - It’s not Ja Rule, it’s DMX, I just downloaded it and someone had it labelled wrong… LOOK! I don’t have to explain myself to you. Gimme my phone back or I’ll kick your ass!

Greg Jackson - You won’t kick my ass.

Ray Lopes - And why’s that?!

Greg Jackson - Cause I’m naked.

Ray Lopes - ……..Yeah but as soon as you’re dressed I’ll whip your ass.

Greg Jackson - You just got a text… who’s Jason? Can I text him back for ya?

Ray Lopes - Phone back NOW!

Greg Jackson - Ok, just chill, I’m done anyway.

The towel is grabbed from the other side and Greg comes out with a towel on, with Ray’s iPhone in hand. Ray immediately snatches it from him.

Ray Lopes - I’ll wait till Thursday to beat you down!

Ray leaves right away, Greg seemingly unaware that he did anything wrong. Just as Ray leaves, Jared Wave enters after having already wrestled. He passes by Greg and goes to his locker.

Greg Jackson - Oh, is that your locker?

Jared Wave - Uh, yeah.

Greg Jackson - Hope you don’t mind. I used your soap, it‘s in the shower still. I’m all Zest fully clean now, though, so it’s all good!

Jared looks strangely at Greg, as he walks into the shower area, still in his wrestling gear. Suddenly we hear Jared Wave scream.

Greg Jackson - Y’alright in there?

Jared Wave - There’s hair on the soap!

Greg Jackson - That shit happens man.

Jared Wave - There’s like, an entire dreadlock on it!

Jared steps out fuming at Greg. Back in defence mode, Greg yanks off his wet towel and starts whipping it at Jared. The camera, conveniently and fortunately, only has a view of the back of Greg’s ass.

Greg Jackson - Stay back! STAY BACK!

Greg whips it again, but Jared grabs it and pulls the towel away from Greg. He immediately snaps it and hits Greg in the back!

Greg Jackson - BAGAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!

Jared winds up to do it again as Greg flees from the locker room shrieking… and naked. And give that camera man a raise for not showing the goods on live TV.

Greg Jackson - Gloria Morningrod! How ya doing?

Gloria Morningrod - Where’s your clothes?

Greg Jackson - I got attacked while naked and had to run… so I don’t think this counts as sexual harassment.

We cut back to a shot of the ring, where we see Missy Janson already standing in the middle of the squared circle.

Falcoon - Ew!

Kissens - Mmm! Greggy!

Dunn - He's gotta get a hold of himself!

Around the ring are various types of weapons. She lifts the microphone up to her mouth and begins to speak.

Missy Janson - The next matchup is scheduled for a one fall and it is a PDA Rules Match for the OWF Tears Tag Team Championship.

"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, the challenger...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.

Dunn - Filthy Rich has been doing well for himself, I wouldn't be surprised to see him walk out on top.

Kissens - Same here.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...He is the current OWF PDA champion, and the OWF Tears Tag Team Champion...Here is X-Terminator!

PA System - California love!

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

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

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

He stops at the top of the ring and stares towards his home away from home. He enters the ring and looks right at Filthy Rich while giving both of his titles to Missy before she exits the ring.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Immediately both men meet in the middle of the ring and lock up. Filthy Rich gains the upper hand in the collar and elbow tie-up, pushing X-Terminator down to one knee -- only for X-T to bounce right back up to both feet and pushing Rich down to one knee. Filthy also pulls himself back up to his feet, but instead of being able to regain control he is met by a lifting knee from X-Terminator -- who then grabs Rich by the hair and yanks him downwards upon the back of his head and the entire length of his spine. Filthy Rich immediately rolls right back up to his feet -- and is barely able to duck a wide swinging clothesline from X-Terminator. X-T swung his right arm so hard with the lariat attempt, that he spins himself around exposing his back to Filthy Rich -- who tucks his head under the left arm pit of X-Terminator and nails a back drop suplex onto the shoulders and neck of X-Terminator which dazes him upon impact. Rich rolls up to his feet without much strife, breathing a little hard from the amount of strength he needed to summon for that last move. X-T slowly picks himself up to his elbow and his knees, before shooting up to his feet and placing his left hand on the top rope to balance himself.

Dunn - You think X-T is looking ahead to The Phoenix at Uprising?

Falcoon - He's more professional than that.

Kissens - It's uncontrollable, sometimes, y'al.

Dunn - She is right.

Rich slowly approaches X-T and nails a knife edge chop across his chest, then presses him back first up against the ropes. He grabs a hold of his right arm with his left and Filthy Rich looks to irish whip X-Terminator across the ring. X-Terminator reverses the irish whip and instead Filthy Rich is the one sent running into the opposite set of ropes. He bounces off of them, back first and runs back -- where his left arm is hooked at the elbow by X-T's right arm at his elbow. Filthy Rich reverses, hopping over and hooking the left arm of X-Terminator at his elbow with his right arm at his elbow -- then proceeds to hiptoss him over the top rope and through one of the table set up at ringside.

Dunn - Holy schnikes!

Kissens - What was that? What year are we in, y'all...1996?

Dunn - Hip toss is older than that.

Kissens - I meant you saying "schnikes".

Dunn - Oh. Touche.

Falcoon - Seriously. But no matter how you put it, that was some counter from Filthy Rich.

Rich holds onto the top rope while the OWF fans chant "Blood-Sweat-and Tears! Blood-Sweat-and Tears!". X-Terminator rolls off the mess of the table and begins crawling on the concrete on the outside of the ring. He crawls over a steel chair and he grabs a hold of it -- using it to help him get back up to his feet. To join him, Filthy Rich leaps outside and grabs the nearest weapon which happens to be a kendo stick. Both men slide back into the ring, weilding their weapons -- but X-T nails Filthy Rich across his forehead, dazing him as he staggers towards the middle of the ring. X-T rears the chair back, but Filthy Rich rears the kendo stick back and snaps the stick into fibers of bamboo as it cracks across the ribs of X-Terminator. He drops the chair upon impact, which prompts Filthy Rich to pick up it and slam it down across the exposed back of X-T, sending him down to his knees. He discards the chair to the outside, pulling X-Terminator up and slams him straight down with a body slam.

Falcoon - Filthy Rich is maintaining controll through the first ten minutes of this match.

Dunn - He's going to have to maintain it through the entire match. If he gives it up, X-T could end it at anytime.

Kissens - He's right, y'all.

Filthy Rich grabs X-Terminator into a side headlock, wrenching his neck and trying to cut off circulation to his head. X-Terminator struggles to get up to his feet, pulling Filthy Rich up to his as well as X-T stands. He keeps the side headlock tight around X-T's neck, but he swings his elbow back into the sternum of Filthy Rich. Rich doesn't let go, so X-T fires another right elbow back into the midsection of Filthy Rich, which finally breaks the hold. Rich remains doubled over in the ring, and X-Terminator takes this opportunity as he runs against the nearest set of ropes. He bounces back, but Filthy Rich drops to the mat -- forcing X-T to hop over him. X-T's momentum keeps him running towards the opposite set of ropes, as he turns and bounces off them back first. He heads back at Filthy Rich who pulls himself up to his feet, only to bend over looking for a back body drop. X-Terminator stops dead in his tracks and flings a wild soccer kick upwards, catching Filthy Rich across his chest and standing him straight up -- where X-Terminator lunges at him with his right arm extended, connecting with a vicious clothesline as he brings his bicep across the mouth of Filthy Rich and sends him to the mat.

Falcoon - Rich better check his mouth to make sure he didn't lose any teeth from that shot.

Dunn - He better check his head to make sure nothing got knocked loose, first.

X-Terminator hesitates to catch his breath, while Filthy Rich rolls out of the ring and onto his feet. Soon X-Terminator heads towards the ropes, exiting the ring as well as he joins Filthy Rich on the outside. Once there, X-T lays a clubbing forearm across the spine of Filthy Rich, then reaches down to pick up a stop sign off the concrete floor. He weilds it back and waffles it across the back of Filthy Rich. He falls down to his knees with his arms on the ring apron as X-T drops the stop sign. He reaches down and grabs a hold of Filthy Rich by the hair, dragging him to his feet, and throwing him back-first into the steel ring steps. The impact sends both sets of steps flying in different directions while Filthy Rich holds the back of his head while laying on the concrete as X-T slowly approaches him. He bends down and lifts Filthy Rich up to his feet, leaning him back first up against the steel ring post. X-T reaches under the ring and pulls out a steel chair, returning to Filthy Rich and winding up with the chair. He swings it and Rich is able to duck at the last possible moment -- which causes X-Terminator to dent the chair in half around the steel ring post. He holds his hands in pain from the vibration, as Rich struggles to pull himself up with the ring skirt.

Kissens - Now is his chance to do something.

Falcoon - We'll see how much of a response Filthy Rich can manage.

Filthy Rich picks up a baseball bat from the floor on his way up, using it to balance himself before he slides it into the ring. He pulls himself up onto the apron while X-Terminator glances up to see Rich standing above him, facing him. He leaps off, wrapping his legs around the neck of X-T and nailing a headscissor takedown -- which flips X-Terminator into the side of a wooden table which doesn't give. X-T holds his back in pain while Rich slowly begins pulling himself up on the outside much to the fans delight. Rich slides himself up onto the apron and under the bottom rope, using the ropes once he is inside the ring to pull himself up to his feet. On the outside, X-Terminator is using the table he flew into to pull himself back up to his feet. Rich stands tall and awaits for X-T, who gets up to his feet a few seconds after Filthy Rich. He slides into the ring and pulls himself up slowly, while Rich waits for him. X-T charges as he gets to his feet, but he is met with a strong left forearm from Filthy Rich. X-T fires back with a left jab that catches Filthy Rich off guard, staggering him back a few steps upon the strike connecting with his nose.

Dunn - What a strike from X-T.

Filthy Rich steps forward, rearing his right hand forward -- but instead he lifts his left foot up and boots X-T in the midsection. X-T is hunched over, allowing Filthy Rich a chance to bend down and grab a hold of the baseball bat on the mat. He swings it back and crushes X-T across his forehead, busting him wide open.

Falcoon - Jesus!

X-T falls to the mat holding his face as Filthy Rich stares down at X-T, then to the corner. Filthy Rich drops the baseball bat and begins climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He quickly gets up to the top, but as he stands X-T hops up to his feet and runs towards the ropes.

Kissens - How is he moving?!

X-T slams the top rope, crotching Filthy Rich on the top turnbuckle. X-Terminator climbs up to the top rope, grabbing him in a front face lock and dropping down to the ring -- executing a devastating top rope DDT on Filthy Rich.

Falcoon - What a move!

Dunn - The cover now...

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

Missy Janson - The winner of this bout and STILL OWF Tears Tag Team Champion...X-Terminator!

Dunn - Nice defense. He'll be moving on to defend the titles with either Steel or Somoza against Hang Ten at Cold Black Day.

Falcoon - Filthy Rich is hanging with the big dogs, but he needs to step up his game.

Again we cut backstage. In the hallway we see Greg Jackson with Gary Busey. Greg seems to just be finished getting dressed as he puts a shirt on.

Greg Jackson - Where were you man? You had all my shit in the bag and you were nowhere to be found.

Gary Busey - The guy broke my vodka! I hadda go buy another one of them… vodkarye.

Greg Jackson - Vodkarye? What the… did you by vodka or rye?

Gary Busey - Both.

Greg Jackson - Why? You’re already drunk as shit.

Gary Busey - I was buying vodka, and I realized, “hey, I want rye too!” So I bought rye too.

Just down the hall we see Jesse Williams come into view. He doesn’t seem to notice the two just yet.

Greg Jackson - Oh shit, look away, it’s Jesse!

Gary Busey - Should we run?

Greg Jackson - NO! It’ll look like we’re running away. Just don’t look at him and maybe he’ll go away without noticing us!

Gary Busey - Why don’tcha wanna talk to him?

Greg Jackson - Cause we got this weird, “mutual respect” BS going on but really, I kinda hate him cause he’s the reason I still don’t have an OWF world title reign, and I just don’t wanna talk to him. OK?

Gary then looks over Greg’s shoulder and stares right at Jesse, who then seems to notice them.

Greg Jackson - Look DOWN! Did he see us?

Gary Busey - I think so.

Greg Jackson - FUCK! Is he coming over here?

Gary Busey - Yes.

Greg Jackson - DAMMIT! Ok, you scram!

Gary Busey - What? Why?

Greg Jackson - He’s Jesse Williams, the World CHAMP! I can’t be seen with Gary Busey!

Too late, though, as Jesse walks up to them. Greg still tries to play it off, however.

Greg Jackson - Ok, Gary Busey, the bathrooms are just down the hall and to the right. THANKS. Good bye Gary.

Gary Busey - I don’t have to go to the-

Greg Jackson - SEE YA!

Gary pouts and leaves.

Greg Jackson - Oh hi, Jesse Williams. You’re lookin’ well.

Jesse Williams - Thanks, you look… well you look like shit, but it’s good to see you.

Greg Jackson - THANKS! So how’s OWF treating ya?

Jesse Williams - Well some shit’s been going down, but I’m still world champ, so I guess I can’t complain.

Greg Jackson - Oh that’s right! Cause you had the belt for a while before I left.

Jesse Williams - That’s right.

Greg Jackson - And you STILL have it.

Jesse Williams - Yeah.

Greg Jackson - Wow, that’s… that’s AWESOME! WOW! I like, completely forgot you were champ! It’s like, I’m not jealous or ANYTHING!

Jesse Williams - That’s good…

Greg Jackson - Not like I lie awake in bed thinking about it… I think it’s great.

Jesse Williams - So is it true that your movie and music career’s done? Or is that just a rumor?

Greg Jackson - PFFFFFFFT! Yeah, whatever. They’ll be beggin’ me to come back, I just needed, like, some sort of creative break, or something. I’ll be in movies, and I’ll be back with a record that wipes its ass with any Moxie Roxie record!

Jesse Williams - Speaking of Moxie, I gotta ask… Did you attack her?

Greg Jackson - Yes.

Jesse Williams - YES?!

Greg Jackson - Yeah… oh you mean RECENTLY? No. But I HAVE attacked her before, and my record MAY have a Moxie diss track on it whenever it comes out.

Jesse Williams - Oh, well I don’t see a problem with that, I guess. When is it coming out?

Greg Jackson - I don’t know… they’re being jerks, and I don’t wanna talk about it! Okay? Life’s been tough for me lately. We can’t all be world champions where everything is perfect, Jesse.

Jesse Williams - I burnt my house down. I ruined a good friendship over a woman. And nobody cares for me.

Greg Jackson - Oh suck it up. Anyway, good to see you again.

Jesse Williams - You too man. We’ll have to have Jackson versus Williams round three one of these days.

Greg Jackson - Oh right! Cause we’ve fought twice before! And you won both times, preventing me from glorious World Title reigns both times! YEAH! We’ll have to do that again sometime.

Jesse Williams - Yeah…

Greg Jackson - Not like I’d go insane if I lost a third time.

Jesse Williams - …

Greg Jackson - !!!!!

Jesse Williams - Take care.

Greg Jackson - Yeah…

The two men walk off, with Jackson heading towards the lunch room.

Falcoon - Well that went better than one could expect.

Dunn - I guess. He almost got a beat down.

Kissens - Luckily Greg's a smooth talker.

Dunn - You would know.

Falcoon - Fans we just have one more commercial break, and then we are done with them for the night. We will be right back!

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

MATCHES ALREADY SIGNED:

- OWF World Heavyweight Championship -
Japanese Deathmatch
Jesse Williams Vs Trent Steel

- OWF I Heart Moxie Championship -
Normal Match
Winner of Specter-Vacant at Power Hour Vs Winner of Capture The Flag Match at Power Hour

- OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships -
PDA Rules Tag Team Match
Trent Steel-Vernon Somoza Winner & X-Terminator Vs Jared Wave & Skotty Surph

- OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship -
PDA Rules
X-Terminator Vs Jared Wave

Pure Rules Match
JC Vs Jared Wave

Shut The Fuck Up Match
Ray Lopes Vs Silence

Out of commercial, we see Silence as he enters the ring with a microphone in hand. He signals for the crowd to quiet down.

Silence - I know I'm not scheduled to be here tonight, but...

A fan screams, "Shut the fuck up!!"

Silence - Yeah, I'd bet you'd like that wouldn't you? Are you one of them Lopes lovers? Shit, that's the reason I'm out here tonight. I have something to say to that punk ass bitch. You see, he wanted to run his mouth last week, not knowing what the hell he was talking about. That's never a good idea.

The fans quiet down.

Silence - You think I'm a hypocrite Lopes? You think the reason we had heat back in All Shitty Wrestling was because you were jumping ship? Boy...you ARE dumber than you look. I didn't care that you were leaving, no sir, the only thing I cared about was your mouth. You see, you were always running your mouth, Lopes. Undefeated this, undefeated that. What'd you do when someone worthy finally showed up? You fucking ran!!

Silence pauses for a moment.

Silence - Don't give me that, "well it was something I'd been thinking about before you showed up" bullshit!! You ran your mouth, and then when your ass couldn't cash the check your mouth wrote, you tucked tail and left. Simple as that. All I ever wanted you to do was shut the fuck up, and now, after all this time, I'm finally going to get the chance to make you. You and me, one on one, anything goes. I'm gonna love this shit.

Just then, a group of thugs hump over the security walls and head into the ring. Silence looks shocked, but begins to defend himself as the group of men assail him. He is quickly subdued and all the men hold him down. One of them pulls out a roll of duct tape, then Lopes appears on the screen.

Ray Lopes - Silence, Silence, Silence...why don't you do us all a favor and shut the FUCK UP!"

The thug pulls a strip of duct tape off of the rolls and slaps it down over Silence's lips. The fans react with mixed emotions, some cheer, some jeer. The thugs drop him to the mat and make their exit.

Ray Lopes - This is what you should expect come Cold Black Day.

Silence sets up on his knees and claws at the duct tape on his face. He screams as he tears off the tape.

Silence - YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD, LOPES!!! YOU'RE FUCKING DEAD!!

Lopes laughs as Silence exits the ring and runs backstage.

Falcoon - That was intense.

Dunn - It's leading up to one hell of a match.

The feed then cuts backstage. We go back to the lunch room area, where Skotty Surph is just entering. He walks over to a table that has various food items on it. Some of them are labelled with different wrestlers names on them, implying that they’re special requests from certain wrestlers. Skotty browses through all the food until a frown comes across his face.

Skotty Surph - Where the hell are my Golden Grahams?!

He searches through the table a moment longer, before hearing a noise behind him. Seated at a table by himself with a bowl, spoon, and a carton of milk, is none other than Greg Jackson. Let’s not forget to mention that he also is in possession of Skotty Surph’s precious Golden Grahams. Skotty has a puzzled look on his face as he approaches Greg.

Skotty Surph - Excuse me?

Greg Jackson - Hey man, I’m Greg Jackson.

Skotty Surph - That’s nice. And I’m Skotty Surph. You might recognize my name… it’s taped on the front of that box of Golden Grahams you got there… that’s cause they’re MINE.

Greg Jackson - Oh… I thought that was like, you know, the company that makes Golden Grahams. You know, like a Kellogg’s or something.

Skotty Surph - That’d be General Mills.

Greg Jackson - I thought Skotty Surph made Golden Grahams…

Skotty Surph - Well I don’t. In any case, I’d really like my Golden Grahams back. Thanks.

Greg Jackson - Oh… well I was really looking forward to that honey of a taste mixed with graham cracker crunch. You’re not gonna eat the entire box are ya?

Skotty Surph - Well no, but-

Greg Jackson - So maybe I could have a bowl?

Skotty Surph - …Ok, just one.

Greg smiles and opens the box.

Skotty Surph - Maybe you should give it to me, I’ll open it for you.

Greg Jackson - I can do it.

Skotty Surph - I know, I just hate it when people open the bag and it-

Greg, not listening too closely, then goes to open the bag, but he rips it down the side. A small amount of cereal hits the floor.

Greg Jackson - Whoops. My bad.

Skotty Surph - Fuck sakes… gimme that!

Skotty snatches the box out of the hands of a surprised Greg Jackson.

Greg Jackson - What the hell? I just want some of that snap, crackle, and pop flavah!

Skotty Surph - That’s Rice Krispies!

Greg Jackson - Come on, give it back! I thought we were friends!

Skotty Surph - You know we have a match against each other in a few days at Power Hour, right?

Greg Jackson - I have a match in a few days?

Skotty Surph - Um yeah. Anyway, now you can’t have any!

Greg Jackson - The hell I can’t!

Greg gets up from his seat and grabs the box, but Skotty doesn’t let go. Soon, the two men are having a tug of war over the Golden Grahams!

Skotty Surph - What the fuck?! Let go!

Greg Jackson - Can’t get enough of that Golden Grahams!

Skotty Surph - THAT’S SUGAR CRISP!

Greg Jackson - Gimme some Golden Grahams you racist!

Skotty Surph - What are you talking about?

Greg Jackson - Just cause I’m black doesn’t give you the right to deny me some Grahams!

Skotty Surph - Just cause I’m white, doesn’t make it okay for a black guy to steal my cereal!

Just then the box splits open and Golden Grahams fly everywhere, raining down on Greg and Skotty. The two stand there in stunned silence.

Greg Jackson - …

Skotty Surph - ...

Greg Jackson - ......

Skotty Surph - .........

Greg Jackson - .........Ah well. I kinda feel like having a ham sandwich instead anyways.

Skotty Surph - YOU PIECE OF SHIT!

Greg Jackson - Oh fuck.

Skotty’s face turns red with anger and he looks like he’s going to explode. Greg grabs his bowl and spoon, and he holds them in from of himself, seemingly using them in self defense like a shield and sword.

Greg Jackson - STAY BACK!!!

A confused look now crosses the face of Mr. Surph as Greg backs up towards the exit of the lunch room.

Greg Jackson - I didn’t want any trouble! I just wanted some cereal. You need to just chill! Besides, Cinnamon Toast Crunch is ten times the cereal Golden Grahams is.

Skotty Surph - NO IT ISN’T!!!

Greg Jackson - EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

Greg trips over backwards as Skotty yells, sending the bowl and spoon on the floor. Frantically, Greg picks himself up and scampers out of the lunch room, leaving a bewildered Skotty Surph by himself.

Dunn - What is his problem?

Falcoon - I don't know, but Greg needs help.

Kissens - Come here Greg! I'll take care of you

Dunn - I doubt he needs anything you can give him.

The feed switches to CJ’s office, where we see CJ himself along with Steve Johnson, the agent of Greg Jackson. Greg, himself though, is not there.

Prez CJ - So where is he?

Steve Johnson - I told him to come see you when he got here.

Prez CJ - Well I’ve heard that he’s here. I don’t like to be kept waiting.

Steve Johnson - I’ll find him if I have to.

Suddenly, yelling is heard outside of CJ’s office. Both men get up and head out into the hallway where we see Greg Jackson being thrown against the wall. He’s in the fetal position on the ground as Steve and CJ approach him.

Steve Johnson - Greg! Who did this to you?

Greg points to a man down the hallway… it’s a small, white male, wearing a chef suit. That’s because he’s a chef.

Chef - He tainted my soup and mocked me for being English. I-

Greg Jackson - Liverpool.

Chef - He just keeps on sayi-

Greg Jackson - Crumpet.

Chef - SHUT UP! He’s the most aggravating person I-

Greg Jackson - David Beckham.

Chef - YOU!

The chef comes at Greg again but CJ steps in the way.

Prez CJ - Go back to the kitchen right now!

Begrudgingly, the chef retreats leaving Greg, CJ and Steve in the hall.

Greg Jackson - What’s his problem?

Prez CJ - Get dressed! You have a match!

Greg Jackson - What?

Prez CJ - And if you don’t win, you’re fired!

Steve Johnson - What’s the meaning of this?

Prez CJ - His appeal as a movie and recording star is close to gone. He’s already violated his contract for numerous reasons I won’t get into! We signed him for too much, now that I look at it. He’s making too much money, and the only good he is to me now is as a wrestler. And this WRESTLER just got beat up by a chef and apparently half the roster tonight!

Greg Jackson - I don’t know about half-

Prez CJ - SHUT UP! Win, or you’re fired. It’ll be no count out or disqualification. I’m not spending another dime on you until you do SOMETHING of merit. You don’t even get fireworks or entrance music tonight. Steve, you’re barred from ringside.

CJ looks at Greg in disgust and goes back into his office.

Greg Jackson - Steve what do I do?

Steve Johnson - I don’t know.

Greg Jackson - Where’s Busey?

Steve Johnson - He’s passed out in the bathroom.

Greg Jackson - FUCK! What am I gonna do! I need this Steve!

Steve shakes his head in disappointment as he walks away.

Greg Jackson - Steve?

We cut back to the ring as Missy is standing directly in the center of the squared circle looking into the camera.

Falcoon - Poor Greg.

Dunn - He's a mess and a liability.

Kissens - But he's Greggy Poo!

Falcoon - I wonder how he's going to look in the ring.

Dunn - If his last few matches were any hint, I think we're about to see the end of Greg Jackson.

Missy Janson - The next matchup is scheduled for a one fall, with Greg Jackson's career on the line...Coming to the ring first, from Los Angeles, California...Please welcome back, Greg Jackson!

Greg Jackson comes down with no entrance music, but gets a nice ovation from the crowd, trying to rile him up for what could be his last match.

Kissens - GREGGY POO!

Falcoon - How the mighty have fallen.

Greg enters the ring and doesn’t have to wait long to find out who his opponent is. "The Mexican Hat Dance Song" plays and Mucho Grasa runs out.

Dunn - It’s Speedy Gonzales!

Kissens - Giant Gonzales?

Falcoon - Speedy Gonzales?

Kissens - Lou Ferrigno?

Dunn - Yes… it’s the Incredible Hulk.

The bell rings and the two start to circle each other.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Falcoon - Now this would imply to me that CJ actually wants Greg to keep his job!

Kissens - I don’t want Greg to get fired!

Dunn - That or maybe CJ wants to humiliate him before he fires him! Greg got beat up by the cook backstage! Face it, this isn’t the same guy that we saw a few years ago. Hell a few months ago!

Falcoon - Sad to say, but you’re right. Still CJ didn’t send in one of his best guys to seal the deal. He’s got a fighting chance.

Kissens - Come on Greggy!

They lock up and Mucho Grasa arm drags him quickly… well, quickly for him. They meet up again and Mucho goes around and waistlocks Greg, before belly to back suplexing him to the canvas. He stays on top of Greg, spins around and applies a front facelock. Greg makes his way to his feet, making Mucho convert to a side headlock. He pushes Mucho into the ropes, and Mucho Grasa knocks Jackson down with a flying forearm. Greg is slow to get up, and as soon as he does, he’s hip tossed by Grasa. Mucho holds on for a standing armbar.

Dunn - Mucho Grasa is out-wrestling Greg Jackson! Former World Title contender, GREG JACKSON! I can’t believe it.

Kissens - I can’t watch!

Falcoon - Things certainly aren’t looking good. And from the looks of it, Greg’s only got himself to rely on.

Greg gets back to his feet and again is sent right back down, being body slammed. Mucho goes up to the top rope looking for his finisher, a moonsault.

Dunn - Nah nah-nah nah… Nah nah-nah nah! HEY HEY HEY! GOOD BYE!

Kissens - SHUT UP!

Mucho flips off the turnbuckle, and Greg moves at the last second! The fans go crazy as Greg gets up and goes up the turnbuckle himself!

Falcoon - Greg showing signs of life!

Kissens - I can watch again!

Mucho stumbles to his feet as Greg looks for the BlackJack, flipping through the air at Mucho Grasa… who dives out of the way just in time, drawing a gasp from the crowd. Both men are down now.

Dunn - If Greg leaves us now, he’ll take away the biggest part of Jackie…

Kissens - Stop it!

Falcoon - AAAHHHOOOOOOOO Greggy please don’t go!

Kissens - Gordie!

Falcoon - I couldn’t resist.

Jackson and Mucho are slowly getting up when the lights go out, drawing wild cheers from the fans.

Dunn - What the hell is this?

Falcoon - I don’t know!

“Wake Up” by Rage Against the Machine blares over the PA system, drawing some cheers, but mostly confused rumbling from the crowd. Red lights start flashing on the entranceway but no one seems to be coming out. Finally, the lights come back on with both Greg and Mucho standing at the ropes, staring down the aisle. However, another one is in the ring with them!

Falcoon - IT’S MATT JACKSON!

Dunn - No friggin’ way…

Kissens - MATTY POO!

Greg Jackson’s older, larger brother and former manager is in the ring and behind both competitors. They both turn around at the same time, and Greg stumbles back into the ropes at the sight of him. Mucho Grasa just stands there, seemingly paralyzed. Matt kicks him in the stomach, and lifts Mucho up for a suplex… and PLANTS him with a brain buster!

Dunn - Disqualification!

Falcoon - No DQ!

Kissens - Jackson’s back, ALRIGHT!

The fans are going insane as Greg stares at his brother like he’s from another planet! Matt yells at Greg and then points to Mucho Grasa, who’s unconscious on the mat. Greg seems to snap out of it as he jumps on Mucho and hooks a leg! 1.…..2.……3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and still an OWF contracted wrestler...Greg Jackson!

Greg jumps up as “California Love plays over the speakers. Matt quickly rolls out of the ring, and Greg takes off after him, not really savouring his win at all. The two brothers quickly exit the ringside area.

Kissens - YAYYY Greg's staying!

Dunn - Let's see for how long this time.

Falcoon - Hopefully for a while!

The camera feed switches backstage where see see Greg Jackson holding his hands over his head.

Greg Jackson - Where is Gary?

Matt Jackson - I'll go find him.

Matt Jackson walks off, leaving Greg alone. Suddenly from behind he is pummeled by Jason Chase with a roaring elbow that sends him down to the floor like a sack of potatos. Chase stands over Greg, looking down at him just as he looked down at The Phoenix earlier in the card.

Dunn - That bastard! He's not with the OWF! He's with no one!

Chase runs off, leaving Greg on the floor as the feed cuts to another point backstage. We see Jesse Williams walking the hallways with his bag slung over his shoulder, heading for the exit. He steps through the doors, walking out into the parking lot where he bumps into a figure immediately.

The feed cuts to outside the arena, where we see Williams staring directly into the arrogant face of Specter.

Specter - You better watch yourself, that technically counts as more than laying a finger on me.

Jesse Williams - Fuck you, Specter. The only reason your head is still attached to your neck right now is because I have no urge to fight Zack Perry.

Specter - It's going to happen though. You're too selfish to control your emotions.

Jesse Williams - You think you know so much Specter, but you don't know jack shit.

Specter - Keep telling yourself that, Champ.

Specter smiles and walks off, leaving Williams frustrated at the mouth of the parking garage. He eventually walks off and the feed cuts back to a view of the ring. The Thunderdome structure is lowered onto the ring, while the ring technicians surround it and make sure it is fastened into place.

Dunn - Jesse better watch himself if he really wants no part of Zack. I think he does though. He wants to prove he's the alpha male, and hopefully Sarah will fall for him.

Kissens - There is mayhem everywhere. In personal lives and in the backstage area!

Falcoon - It's nothing compared to what the Main Event is going to hold for the two men in the match.

Once it is fitted around the ring, the referee outside the ring pulls up a set of the steel ring steps to where the door of the Thunderdome is. He uses a key and unlocks the door, pulling it wide open. A few minor adjustments are made, and the ring technicians disappear backstage.

Dunn - What a horrifying device.

Missy Janson stands up at ringside, pulling a microphone from the time keepers table as the feed switches to a view fixated on her as she speaks.

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

The fans explode.

Missy Janson - The match is inside a Thunderdome, with no escape permitted. The only way to win the match is to have your opponents manager throw in the towel.

Falcoon - This is gonna get gruesome.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the challenger...He is from Mangua, Nicaragua...Here is Vernon Somoza with his manager, Porta Prince!

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, with Porta Prince right behind him. 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 up the steel steps and through the door of the Thunderdome. He gets into the ring while Porta remains on the outside, holding a white towel.

Falcoon - El Plaga is out here in full force.

Dunn - That's kind of obvious.

Kissens - You think he'd throw in the towel for his partner?

Dunn - I doubt it. These guys are ruthless.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennslyvania...He is the current OWF/MVW LillyAss Champion, and the OWF Blood Tag Team Champion...Here is Trent Steel with his manager, X-Terminator!

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

With a wide smile upon his face, Trent Steel walks through the curtains glances at the ring while his music blares loudly. Right behind him is his partner in the Cult of Steel, X-Terminator. The fans boo him with all that they have in their lungs. He takes slow steps as he walks down the ramp and approaches the ring. Trent keeps the anticipating at an all time high as he plays mindgames with his opponent by taking so long to get the ring. Steel walks up the steps and enters through the Thunderdome door, and enters the ring.

The door is shut and locked behind him, leaving only Somoza, Steel and the referee in the ring. Missy Janson sits down at ringside and the bell rings.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Neither man seems intimidated by the structure, or one another -- with Steel and Somoza circling each other not breaking their eyes from one another. The two men lock up, with Trent easily overpowering Somoza and tossing him back first into the nearest turnbuckle. Somoza charges out at Steel, taking him down with a double leg takedown and unleashing strike after strike to the head of Trent Steel. Trent rolls over, mounting Somoza and firing away with his own closed fist strikes to the head of Vernon -- as he tries to cover up. A few of the shots deflect off of the forearms of Somoza as he keeps them in front of his face in a defensive habit. Steel pushes himself up to his feet, dragging Somoza up to his feet and grab him by the back of his head. He runs him towards one side of the ring -- but Somoza stops dead in his tracks as the two get to the ropes. He punches Steel in the gut, then grabs a hold of his hair and tosses him face first into the Thunderdome cage. Trent falls down to the mat on all fours while Vernon Somoza rears his leg back and nails a snap kick across the ribcage of Steel -- sending him onto his back.

Falcoon - Somoza is hanging with Steel.

Dunn - You sound shocked?

Falcoon - I just don't want to see anybody who turns their back on the OWF holding our belts. That's all.

Vernon Somoza walks to the side of the ring, as Porta slides a kendo stick through one of the holes in the thunderdome. Somoza grabs a hold of it, and sits in wait as Steel begins to roll over onto his side. Trent begins pushing himself up to one knee, when he is struck across his forehead with a stiff kendo stick shot which keeps him down on his knees. Somoza rears the stick back another time, and brings it down upon the top of Trent Steel's head -- shattering the bamboo into hundreds of wooden shards that fly in different directions. The fans boo as Steel hits the mat, and blood begins to pour from his forehead. Somoza reaches down, grabbing Steel by his arm and yanking him up to his feet -- onto to take him right back down with an arm drag into an arm wrench on the seated Trent Steel. Trent slowly begins rolling over, pushing himself up from his seated position to one knee -- where he thrusts his head upward and catches Vernon right on the bridge of his nose with the top of his head. Somoza lets go of Trent's arm, allowing Steel to get back up to his feet. He runs at Somoza and takes him down with a clothesline, before turning towards the ropes and hanging both of his arms over the top rope.

Dunn - Trent is very worn down already.

Kissens - Vernon drew blood very early.

Somoza rolls over onto his stomach as he sees Porta slide a lead pipe through the cage -- and it rolls right into the clutches of Vernon. He grabs a hold of it with his right hand, and begins pulling himself up to his feet. As he turns, he sees Steel is oblivious to his movement -- along with not being privvy to the arrival of the lead pipe. Somoza charges, rearing the lead pipe back -- but as he reaches Trent, Steel bends over and back body drops Somoza over the top rope. Since the thunderdome curves upwards, Somoza crashes with the entire backside of his body against the steel -- before crashing down to the mat right next to the lead pipe. Steel grabs a hold of the pipe and holds it in the palm of his right hand. Vernon begins to get up, but Steel whips around and throws the pipe in the direction of Porta Prince -- but the Thunderdome gets in the way, with the lead pipe cracking into one of the steel bars. Porta jumps back startled while Steel stares him down -- when from behind, Vernon Somoza runs up and grabs Trent in a reverse waist lock.

Falcoon - Trent needs to focus on Somoza, not Prince.

Kissens - Yeah, y'all. This is the first time Porta can't physically contribute.

Dunn - He can just add weapons and end the match.

Kissens - Mhmmm!

Dunn - I wonder why X-Terminator isn't helping Steel.

Falcoon - It's going to be some sort of test.

Kissens - That stuff is gay, y'all.

Dunn - It was cool for a while.

Steel finds himself locked tightly around the waist from behind by Somoza. His first attempt to free himself begins as he wraps both of his hand around the wrists of Vernon Somoza -- trying to pry his clenched hands and interwoven fingers apart. He is unsuccessful as Somoza keeps his grip locked on -- even tightening after Steel gives up on his first option. He then stands up straight and looks over his left shoulder, looking for the head of Somoza. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Somoza is looking in another direction -- but once he feels Steel stand up completely straight he moves his head towards the right. Trent whips his head around to the right, catching Vernon's head moving back to the left side -- Trent anticipates this and throws his left elbow backwards, and Somoza steps directly into the point of Steel's back elbow.

Falcoon - Jesus! Somoza just got cracked in the face!

Vernon doesn't fall, but seems to be out on his feet with his nose absolutely gushing blood, while Trent slowly turns around. He charges directly at Somoza -- who hits the canvas, chest first, forcing Steel to hop over him and crash chest first into the turnbuckle. Trent stumbles out, backpeddling towards the center of the ring when Somoza pulls himself up to his feet and sneaks up behind Steel. In a blink of an eye, Somoza wraps both of his arms around the waist of Steel in another reverse waist lock -- this time, not allowing time for Steel to counter as Vernon tosses Trent backwards over his head with a release german suplex.

Dunn - He finally nailed the german after his first waist lock ended in a bloody nose.

Falcoon - That nose may be broken.

Kissens - Oh well, I still think he's a gorgeous foreigner.

Dunn - You think anyone is gorgeous. A gorgeous foreigner. A gorgeous USA-boy. A gorgeous bell boy. A gorgeous Boy George.

Vernon Somoza rolls up to his feet while Steel begins rolling over onto his right side from laying flat on his back after the impact. On the outside X-Terminator winks at Jackie, as he isn't paying attention to the match.

Dunn - See, even X-T!

Kissens - Nooooo!

Falcoon - ...And a gorgeous Uncle Bo

Uncle Bo - YOOOOO...WHAAAYDYDYDYA HAVTA INCE-UHLTS BO YA VULCAN MORONS!

Kissens - INSULT YOU? I'm an insult...to...you?

Dunn - Thanks Uncle Bo. He's so wise.

Steel crawls over to the ropes, pulling himself up slowly while Porta Prince reaches under the ring. He pulls out a pair of brass knuckles which he tosses through one of the holes in the Thunderdome cage.

Uncle Bo - GRATE TOOBY Heee-ear!

Falcoon - Who invited him out here for the Main Event?

Kissens - CJ's orders.

Falcoon - He smells of salami.

Uncle Bo - Salami! Yo!

Dunn - Enough, Bo!

Somoza picks up the set of brass knuckles and slides them onto his right hand as he glances to Steel, who is now standing and attempting to catch his breath. Somoza yells obscenities in Spanish at Steel, motioning with his hands for him to turn around and come to him. Steel pulls himself up to his feet and turns around -- seeing all two-hundred and seventy five pounds of Vernon Somoza charging at him with his loaded right fist cocked back behind his right ear. Vernon reaches Steel and with his last charging step he plants his left foot about twelve inches from where Trent stands and unleashes his right haymaker towards Steel. Trent, unaware of the fist coming at him with brass knuckles as an accessory, still blocks the right hand by extending his left arm at a ninety degree angle at the elbow. Vernon Somoza's wide right is blocked at a point on his forearm upon Steel's outer left forearm. Steel fires back with a closed right hook across the left cheek of Somoza. He looks for another right hand, but Somoza blocks the strike with his left arm -- and does so much to underhook Trent's right arm and pull it up into his left arm pit. Vernon rears his right hand back, while still wearing the brass knuckles and connects across the right cheek of Trent Steel. His body almost goes limp, but Somoza keeps his right arm underhooked under his left armpit.

Falcoon - Shit! Look at the blood coming from Steel's face!

Kissens - That had to break something in his face.

Dunn - And if he didn't, Somoza is looking to do it now.

On the outside, X-T walks over to Jackie. Somoza brings the brass knuckle covered right fist across the nose of Steel -- sending even more blood streaming from his face, before Vernon releases his arm and allows him to fall to the mat.

Kissens - Oh hey X-T, oh yeah you're doing great out there!

Dunn - Jackie! We have a match to call.

Kissens - It can wait!

Falcoon - Steel is getting brutalized!

X-Terminator looks back into the ring upon hearing Steel's name and he runs towards the apron. He lifts up the ring skirt and he sticks his head under the ring -- pulling out a barbed wire baseball bat. The fans cheer, and begin to chant "O-W-F! O-W-F!" once X-T throws the bat through one of the holes of the cage. The bat lays right in front of Steel as Somoza walks over to Prince to receive a wooden crutch. X-T charges around the ring, and builds up a head of steam. By the time he rounds the last corner and sets his sights on Porta, he is running so fast that there is no where Porta Prince can go. X-Terminator lunges at him and delivers an incredibly powerful spear that drives the idle Porta Prince back first into the steel ring steps which are three feet behind him.

Dunn - That was dumb! Now he can't throw in the towel for Somoza!

Somoza looks at X-Terminator, yelling at him -- but X-T spits through the cage and it lands right in the eye of Somoza. He briefly has trouble seeing and loses his bearings of where he is in the ring. By this time, Trent Steel is up behind him with the barbed wire baseball bat in his hands -- as he stands in a batters position. Vernon sees Steel and runs towards him -- but he is caught flush across his chest with a hard baseball swing with the barbed wire bat. The hooks of the barbed wire stick in the flesh of Somoza, who yells in pain as Trent yanks the bat backwards and out of the bleeding skin of Somoza.

Kissens - I'm gonna be sick, y'all!

X-T reaches into his pocket and pulls out the infamous green vial and a lighter. He then pulls the white towel from his waist band and lays it on the floor on the outside. He pops the top on the vial, dripping a bit of the liquid onto the towel before closing up the vial nice and tight. He keeps it in his right hand while he ignites the lighter with his left hand, and begins burning the towel.

Dunn - I guess he's not allowing Steel to lose this match?

Meanwhile, Somoza is bent over with both of his hands over his chest while drops of blood fall to the mat. Porta Prince picks himself up and looks at Somoza who is bleeding heavily. He reaches for the towel and holds it in his hand, but Somoza yells at Prince not to. Trent then cracks the bat down across the bat of Somoza -- and again the barbs of the thick steel wire stick deep into his flesh. Somoza falls to his knees, with his head tiliting back yelling in pain. On the outside, X-T's towel is nothing more than ash while Porta holds his arm back with the towel in hand.

Falcoon - Come on, throw in the towel.

Dunn - Seriously. Just end it already!

Steel looks at Porta, who doesn't throw the towel in -- so Trent yanks the bat out of the back of Somoza. Bleeding from his face, his chest and his back, Somoza remains on his knees as his body has given out on him. Steel discards the bat and hears X-Terminator calling for him on the side of the ring.

Kissens - What now?

Trent walks towards the cage as X-T approaches. He hands Steel the vial and a lighter, which he brings into the middle of the ring with him. Steel opens the vial and puts the entire contents in his mouth -- as Somoza begins to stand up.

Falcoon - Throw in the towel Porta!

Dunn - How stupid is this guy? Does he need an invitation?!

Kissens - THROW IT IN!

Steel looks down at Somoza, flicks the lighter to full flame and spits the liquid from his mouth into the fire. It produces a huge fireball that bursts into the face of Somoza, who rolls around in the middle of the ring. From ringside, Porta throws in the towel -- ending the match.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...and STILL OWF Blood Tag Team Champion...Trent Steel!

Dunn - Ugh!

Falcoon - So the Cult of Steel is facing Hang Ten at Cold Black Day!

Kissens - That should be a really good match.

Justin Zane runs down to ringside with a microphone in his hand. Trent reaches through the Thunderdome, calling for a microphone and Zane promptly hands it to him. Trent walks to the center of the ring while the thunderdome is detached from the ring and is slowly lifted back to the rafters.

Dunn - Great, he's going to speak too!

Trent Steel - THIS IS MY HOUSE! THIS IS MY DOMAIN! THIS IS O...W...F!!! This is just a preview for you fucking assholes in the back and the NLW shitheads pissing their pants! The Bastard is back! I am livid! I am pissed! And above all else...

Trent pulls off his fingerless gloves and takes off his wedding ring. He hands it to Justin Zane. X-T starts to help Trent up.

Trent Steel - I got nothing to lose Jesse...what about you? And Jack...

Trent looks directly into the camera with blood pouring down his face.

Trent Steel - I'm coming to your show! And I'm bringing some presents!

Falcoon - Trent is sending a warning to NLW, and to Jesse Williams!

Dunn - He is a man on a mission.

Kissens - We'll see how much he can accomplish at Power Hour, first.

Falcoon - We'll see you all in three days on October 16th for MVW Power Hour: Martyr For Your Country! Goodnight!