The cameras open up for the night backstageWe cut to President CJ's office. He walks in and cuts on the light.

Prez CJ - ...Wow. You look like shit.

Trent Steel - Yeah. Tends to happen.

Prez CJ - Well no worries. Your out of the main event. I'd just worry about that loudmouth partner of yours...or is he even still on my roster?

Trent finally comes on camera in his ring geat with his arms, upper chest, neck, and face all bandaged up except for the eyes.

Trent Steel - I'm not here to talk about him.

Prez CJ - Well after that stunt you pulled you can forget about Jesse.

Trent Steel - Don't want him.

Prez CJ - What do you want?

Trent Steel - You want NLW out of the way. I want to make the fucker pay for sticking his nose into my business. The two goals are not exclusive.

Prez CJ - Team up? With you? Why should I?

Trent Steel - Because I'll make sure that NLW pays for everything it's done. Everyone whose been hiding from you and this place is there. All we got to do to make sure they never bother you again is let me take them out.

Prez CJ - I'll think about it.

Trent Steel - Good man. Now I'm going to go make a statement.

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 feed cuts to the SOLD OUT Rose Garden in Portland, Oregon as the crowd is screaming at the top of their lungs. Their cheers nearly drown out the pounding music of "I Get It" by Chevelle as the cameras pan all over the arena getting shots of the rowdy crowd. Just then a string of fireworks explode on the entrance ramp, as the lights dim down. The arena is lit up by bright red and white lights from the fireworks, and as they explode the fans are driven even more into a frenzy. Eventually the pyrotechnics die off, and the house lights come back up with the music cutting out across the speakers. The fans chant "O-W-F! O-W-F!" loudly as the feed cuts from a view of the seats to the announcers booth. Sitting there are Gordie Falcoon and James Dunn, with their partner Jackie Kissens obviously missing once again.

Falcoon - AAAAAHHOOOOOOO! We are back in America!

Dunn - Thank GOD! I couldn't take being in Mexico and then England.

Falcoon - It was a long trip.

Dunn - And it's a good thing Jackie isn't here, because I'm still jetlagging. I'd slap that bitch.

Falcoon - Well the reason Jackie isn't here tonight is because she is in the last stages of her Pregnancy.

Dunn - Ugh, she's going to have another kid?

Falcoon - You knew that already.

Dunn - Yeah, but I was hoping she was just getting fat.

Falcoon - We both wish Jackie a speedy return. We miss her!

Dunn - Speak for yourself.

Falcoon - Okay, I will when I say that I am truely excited for tonights card.

Dunn - Well that is good for you.

Falcoon - Yeah, I'd like to think so.

Dunn - I'm not that impressed.

Falcoon - When are you ever?

From ringside, Missy Janson stands herself up for the first time tonight -- heading towards the steel ring steps with a microphone in her hand.

Dunn - I'll tell you when I am impressed.

Falcoon - Well I will be waiting, because it looks like we're about to kick off the night right now.

Dunn - Oh goody!

Falcoon - I really miss Jackie.

Dunn - Oh shut up, you're going to get me fired.

Falcoon - Really!? Maaaan, I wish Nick was here.

Dunn - HOW DARE YOU!

By this time, Missy has already entered the ring and has positioned herself to face the camera that holds the live feed. She smiles while lifting the microphone up to her lips and beginning to speak.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen it is time for the first match of the evening!

The fans roar loudly as they have all taken their seats once again.

Missy Janson - It is scheduled for a one fall with normal rules. Coming to the ring first, from Houma, Louisiana....T-Money!

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

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York...Tommy "The Ox" Morella!

Theme to the Godfather begins to play. Tommy comes walking slowly from the back. Cursing and fighting with the crowd all the way down. Once in the ring walks up nose to nose with his opponent and then flips him off and backs away to the corner waiting for match to start.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

T-Money runs at Tommy, who takes him down with a drop toe hold. He immediately stands back up, waiting for T-Money to push himself up as well. He does so, promptly, and turns around to be hit with a toe kick from Morella. He pushes T-Money back into the turnbuckle and charges in at him, but T-Money gets his boots up into the face of Tommy "The Ox". He staggers back into the center of the ring as T-Money crouches down. He runs at Tommy, who sidesteps T-Money and avoids his strike. T-Money turns around, and gets leveled with a right hand which sends him down to his back.

Falcoon - You'd think the way this match is going that it's T-Money's debut in the OWF.

T-Money pushes himself up, looking extremely flustered. Again, T-Money charges at Tommy, who falls back as he grabs T-Money's arm and head. He locks him in a Triangle Choke in the middle of the ring. T-Money flails his arms before tapping out, and the referee calling for the bell.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Tommy "The Ox" Morella!

Tommy keeps the Triangle Choke on, sucking the air out of T-Money's lungs. The referee tries to break the hold, but it is no use.

Dunn - Now he won't let go!

T-Money passes out, and finally Tommy "The Ox" releases the hold to the boos from the crowd. He leaves the ring and begins heading up the ramp while T-Money is checked on by the referee.

Falcoon - First a camera man, now T-Money.

Dunn - I'd say this guy is trying to make a statement.

Falcoon - And he's doing a good job of it.

The feed cuts back stage, as Drake Munday is seen backstage practicing for an upcoming segment.

Drake Munday - I'm Drake Munday, who the hell are you? No..that doesn't sound right...

Filthy Rich and Rockstar-two of three members of New Blood appear on the scene, Filthy Rich is holding a script.

Rockstar - Hi Drake

Filthy Rich - Yeah, practicing your lines?

Drake Munday - I'm not given lines, I say what I god damn want you nitwits!

Rockstar - Riiight.

Filthy Rich - Ok, but Prez CJ wants you to say this on tonights show, not the crap you're rehearsing right now.

Filthy Rich hands the script to Drake.

Drake Munday - I've got to do WHAT!!!???

Rockstar - Go rehearse.

Drake walks away panicking, the camera remains on Filthy Rich and Rockstar.

Filthy Rich- Sucker...

The feed cuts to the ring, where we see Missy Janson standing in the center with her eyes fixated on the hard-cam. Inside the ring, all along the mat, are unopened tables that are laying in wait for the Tables Match.

Dunn - Munday is going to be coming out here for a promo.

Falcoon - I can't wait.

Dunn - Was that sarcasm?

Falcoon - You better believe it.

Missy Janson - The next match up is scheduled for a one fall -- which must be executed after putting your opponent through a table. It is for the OWF Blood Tag Team Title and the OWF/MVW LillyAss Championships -- with the loser receiving the LillyAss Title, and the winner receiving the Blood Tag Title. Coming to the ring first, the challengerfrom Daytona Beach, Florida...Scott Kidd!

"Time" by Pink Floyd hits the PA System as Scott Kidd emerges from behind the curtains. He runs down the ramp to a mixed reaction, and slides under the bottom rope.

Falcoon - DK is here!

Dunn - Surprise, surprise.

He pulls himself up in the ring and holds his arms up to the crowd. He backpeddles into his corner as his music fades out. Missy lifts the microphone up to her mouth and continues on.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...He is the OWF Blood Tag Team Champion and the OWF/MVW LillyAss Champion..."The Son of a Bitch" Trent Steel!

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

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

Trent Steel - This man right here represents OWF. Old School. DiK your a fucking legend. Just like some of that trash over in NLW. Legends...in their own mind. No worries though. I'll show them just how wrong they are to about themselves. Scott you should really hate that little fuck who is not fit to be named here. Because he just inspired me...to win!

Falcoon - Oh my God! Trent Steel is not playing around anymore!

Dunn - Oh shit!

Missy takes both of the titles, along with the microphone, and heads for the ropes, exiting the ring and taking up a seat at ringside.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Trent and Scott look at each other and immediately charge one another. They meet in the center of the ring in a shoulder block attempt from both men. Neither of them budge an inch, as Steel goads Kidd into running against the ropes for a second attempt. He does so, but upon impact with another shoulder block -- Trent again isn't moved. Again he eggs Scott into running against the set of ropes -- and he does so. As he returns, Trent steps to the side and unleashes a whipping clothesline that cracks across the throat of Scott Kidd.

Falcoon - Rookie mistake.

Dunn - He's no rookie!

Falcoon - Yeah, but he sure is acting like it tonight.

Kidd rolls over onto his side, while Steel heads over to a stack of unopened wooden tables -- sliding the top table off and flipping it over. He extends, and locks, both of the legs into place before flipping the table over onto its legs. As he does so, he is attacked from behind by a recovered Scott Kidd -- who lands repeated clubbing forearms to the back of Trent until he is able to turn himself around. Once he does, he fires back a right hand to the ribs of Kidd, which staggers him back a bit. Trent charges forward, looking for a running elbow strike, but Scott ducks his swinging arm. Steel stops on a dime, and brings his left forearm across the back of Kidd's neck -- sending him down to one knee. Positioning himself behind the kneeling Scott Kidd, Trent fires a snap kick against the right side of Scott's face -- sending him from his knees down onto the mat on his left side.

Dunn - Steel is making a statement here.

Falcoon - He's looking to avenge his loss to Williams.

Dunn - Or he's warning those who oppose him.

Trent walks back over to the pile of unopened tables, and lifts one off the top. Instead of opening it, he carries it to the nearest corner -- eventually proping it up in the corner against the top rope. As Trent turns around he finds Kidd clawing at his ankles, trying desperately to pull himself up. Steel reaches down, grabbing Kidd around his neck and tucking Scott's head between the legs of Trent. He reaches down, grabbing a hold around Kidd's waist with both arms, and Steel yanks him up into a powerbomb position with his back to the corner that has the table in it. Kidd tries to fight out of it, throwing punch after punch down to the face of Steel -- which eventually dazes Trent.

Falcoon - Scott has to do something now.

Kidd flings himself backwards, looking for a hurricanrana but Steel grabs a hold of Kidd around both of his thighs and prevents him from executing the full backflip. Instead, Steel swings Kidd up once again -- by passing the Powerbomb position and swinging him up into a standing firemans carry position. Trent looks to his left, glancing at the table in the corner.

Dunn - That was his chance...

Trent dives towards the corner, driving Scott Kidd through the table with a Death Valley Driver. He lays motionless amongst the broken pieces of wood, as Steel is a little shaken up from the impact as well. The fans are cheering for the move as Trent begins pulling Kidd out of the mess of the broken table.

Falcoon - Pittsburgh Nightmare through the table.

Dunn - That's a wrap folks.

Trent lays on top of Kidd, as the referee slides into place for the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match and STILL OWF Blood Tag Team Champion...Trent Steel! The loser of this match, and the NEW OWF/MVW LillyAss Champion...Scott Kidd!

The OWF Blood Title is slid in the ring to Steel, as Kidd rolls to the outside and receives the LillyAss Championship belt.

Falcoon - Trent retains his tag title, but he has finally given up the LillyAss.

Dunn - And it's now on Scott Kidd.

Falcoon - He went from Owner, to President, to Commish to LillyAss Champion.

Dunn - Talk about a demotion.

Kidd disappears backstage as Steel exits with the Blood Tag Title slung over his shoulder. The fans give him a mixed reaction as he heads towards the back.

Falcoon - Hopefully Steel can build off of this.

Dunn - We shall see.

The feed cuts backstage, where we see Jesse Williams pictured alone in the frame. The fans explode into a roar of cheers for the World Champion, which is quickly cut off as they see Jesse about to speak.

Jesse Williams - I don't know what you're trying to do to Trent, but you should have kept your nose out of our business.

Falcoon - Who is he talking to?

The camera remains focused on only Jesse.

Jesse Williams - It was between me and him, and you interjecting yourself wasn't necessary. Now I find it necessary to find him and deliver the beatdown that I had planned for him- that YOU helped prevent.

Dunn - It's got to be Josh Allen.

Falcoon - You think?

Dunn - Allen interfered, who else could it be?

The camera slowly begins pulling out, but Jesse is still the only person seen as he continues.

Jesse Williams - So, what do you have to say for yourself?

Eventually, the camera exposes the person- as we see the ex-wife of Trent Steel, Jennifer Steel, standing across from Jesse. The fans give a mixed reaction to seeing her.

Falcoon - What the hell?

Dunn - He's going to mack on her! Watch out!

Jennifer Steel - This doesn't involve you. It's between Trent and I.

Jesse Williams - No, you involved me when you told him to throw our match. Now, I've got you in my sights as an enemy as well.

Dunn - I told you!

Jennifer Steel - Well what are you going to do? Give me the same treatment as Zack Perry's ex-wife?

The fans all laugh as Jesse is stunned for a second- before a smirk comes across his face.

Jesse Williams - Only in your dreams, babe.

Just then, the door behind Jennifer is pushed open and Trent Steel enters to see Jennifer and Jesse standing in the middle of his locker room. Trent looks shocked at first, before dropping his Tag Title and walking past Jennifer- getting nose to nose with Jesse.

Trent Steel - Just what do you think you're doing?

Jennifer Steel - Nothing was going on, Trent. Come on, stop it.

Jesse laughs in Trent's face.

Jesse Williams - Hey, it wasn't me. Ask her why she asked if she was going to be treated like Sarah is.

Trent looks over his shoulder at Jennifer, while Jesse bumps into Trent on his way past him towards the door. Steel looks furious as Jesse leaves, leaving only Jennifer and Trent in his locker room. The feed cuts back to the announcers booth.

Dunn - He's going to give her the J-Dubz Driver, if you know what I mean.

Falcoon - I think I do, but I can't be sure.

Dunn - It was a double-entendre.

Falcoon - Wow, big word.

Dunn - Thanks, I got Dictionary dot com on my blackberry.

Falcoon - Good for you.

Just then, "Paint It Black" by The Rolling Stones hits the PA Speakers, sending the fans into a chorus of boo's.

Dunn - And now it looks like we're going to get that promo from Munday.

Falcoon - Should be a good one.

Dunn - Mayyybe.

Drake walks down to the ring script in hand, wearing a pink t-shirt and purple tights. He looks extremely flustered, he grabs a mic and tries to ignore the laughing crowd who are chanting "Holy Shit! Holy Shit!"

Drake Munday - It's great to be back in the USA y'know...I've had my butt kicked here more than any other country in the world, and that's saying something.

The crowd laugh and Drake looks anxiously around, he continues anyway.

Drake Munday - Listen, Here's the one and only reason why I'm not getting any title shots...BECAUSE I SUCK!

The crowd laughs harder and Drake suddenly realises what he's saying.

Drake Munday - Fuck...

T-Money, Rockstar and Filthy Rich appear on the stage laughing and pointing at Drake before walking backstage. Drake is furious.

Drake Munday - YOU ARE DEAD MEAT, I'm Drake Munday, I'm totally gonna whup your ass!!!!

Drake runs backstage as the crowd laugh as hard as their mouths will allow. The feed cuts to the annoucers booth.

Falcoon - Well that was enlightening, I guess.

Dunn - He should have just stayed backstage.

Next to the announcers booth, we see Missy Janson stand herself up with a microphone in her hand. She makes her way to the base of the steel steps, and quickly ascends them -- eventually stepping both of her feet onto the ring apron.

Falcoon - Looks like it's time for what should be the match of the evening.

Dunn - That's for sure.

Missy steps through the ropes and enters the ring, making her way to the center of the ring. She places both of her feet together, standing up tall while staring directly into the live camera. The fans die down to a mumble, with Missy beginning to speak.

Missy Janson - The next matchup is scheduled for a one fall, under normal rules -- and it is a Non-Title Match.

The fans boo.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Dallas, Texas....EJ Slayer!

"Power to Destroy" by ANJ hits, followed by a chorus of boos. EJ Slayer walks from the back, sporting a smile on his face. Slayer makes his way to the base of the ramp and slides under the bottom rope with a determined look on his face. He backs into his corner as Missy Janson assumes her position in the center of the ring. The music fades out and Missy begins to speak once again.

Missy Janson - And his opponent..

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 - He is the reigning OWF Public Display of Aggression Champion...from the End of Nowhere...Weighing 365 pounds...The Phoenix!

The Phoenix makes his way down the ramp, with the OWF PDA Championship over his shoulder, 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.

Falcoon - Who do you have in this one James?

Dunn - I'm going to say Phoenix, just because he's PDA Champ.

Falcoon - I think Slayer is bound to win this one. He is on a two loss streak in OWF.

Dunn - Yeah, from a Disqualification.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men immediately head to the center of the ring, where they begin talking to one another. EJ rears his right hand back, but jams his left hand directly into the eyes of Phoenix. With the eyerake, The Phoenix is taken aback and allows Slayer to grab a hold of him around his torso. He nails a side belly to belly suplex on Phoenix, slamming him down to his back -- following it up by jumping back up to his feet. Phoenix rolls away from Slayer onto his left side, and EJ whips a shin kick across the spine of The Phoenix who yells in pain upon the impact of the strike. He rolls over onto all fours, prompting Slayer to bring the full-force of his right foot down across the small of Phoenix's back with powerful stomps. It doesn't impede his progress of getting up to his feet, as he wildly swings at EJ who is able to duck The Phoenix's forearm strike with a sidestep. He grabs Phoenix around the waist, lifting up along side of him and sitting out -- dropping The Phoenix back-fist to the mat with a sidewalk slam.

Falcoon - Wow, Slayer seems to be wanting to work Phoenix over while he still has the strength.

Dunn - It's a good move.

Slayer pushes himself back up to his feet, looking down at The Phoenix who is holding his back as he sits on the mat. EJ grabs a hold of Phoenix around his head, and lifts him up to his feet -- but he is caught by a sharp jab from The Phoenix. He then snaps a hard kick across the calf of Slayer which staggers him forward -- right into a big boot from the same foot that sends Slayer down to the mat for the first time. The fans begin to get behind him as The Phoenix reaches down and lifts EJ up to his feet, swinging around behind him and locking Slayer in a full nelson. This only sends the fans even more into a frenzy as he lifts EJ up into the air and drives him straight down onto his back with a full nelson slam. Phoenix lays across Slayer, looking for the pin as the referee slides in...1...2..kickout by EJ.

Falcoon - There's more match to be had between these two.

Dunn - It's apparent both of them have chosen a path they want to take. Now it's all about execution.

Falcoon - And it's going to be a treat that we never would have gotten to experience if we hadn't started the relationship with NLW.

Dunn - It's hardly a relationship. It's like enemies with benefits.

The Phoenix picks himself up, allowing Slayer the time to pick himself up on his own. He waits behind him, with his right arm cocked back as Slayer pushes himself up to his knees with his back to The Phoenix. EJ staggers up to his feet, holding his head when The Phoenix charges and screams -- whipping his bicep across the back of Slayer's head and sending him down to the mat like a ton of bricks.

Falcoon - Jesus christ! He may be out!

Dunn - No, he's moving.

Slayer holds his head while The Phoenix looks down over him, as the fans are still actively cheering for the Phoenix. He steps back, leaning back-first up against the ropes while he watches Slayer begin to get up to his feet. EJ again is unaware of The Phoenix's whereabouts as he steps up to his feet with his back to the Phoenix. This time, Phoenix waits for EJ to turn around -- and as he does, Phoenix charges at him with his right arm extended once again. At the very last second, Slayer hits the mat -- forcing The Phoenix to leap over him so that he doesn't get tripped up. He runs against the opposite set of ropes as EJ leaps back up to his feet to meet a charging Phoenix. Slayer grabs a hold of Phoenix, and flips him over with a Powerslam in the middle of the ring. Slayer lands on top of him, but is unable to hook the leg as the referee drops in to make the count...1...2...kickout!

Falcoon - That was close! EJ summoned the strength to get the big man over.

Dunn - It's going to take a bit more from each superstar to keep the other man down.

Falcoon - The Phoenix wants to remain undefeated in the OWF and Slayer wants to end his losing streak.

Dunn - The last one was by DQ -- that was his fault.

EJ pulls himself up, holding his head in a ton of pain. He lifts The Phoenix up to a sitting position, and stands behind him -- whipping a shin kick across his back. The strike echoes throughout the arena as the fans grow quiet. EJ kicks the Phoenix again, as he yells in pain and rolls over in an attempt to get back up to his feet. Slayer helps him up, and brings a sharp right elbow across The Phoenix's cheek which spins him around. Slayer grabs a hold of his shoulders, and falls to his back -- bringing his knees up into the back of the Phoenix who is yanked backwards by Slayer into a double knee backbreaker.

Dunn - Man, I don't know about the punishment these guys are taking.

Falcoon - It doesn't matter, these two want to win.

Dunn - I just pity them in their next matches, is all.

Slayer pushes The Phoenix to the mat, and rolls himself up over the Phoenix, stepping over his right leg as he lays face first on the mat. He then pulls his left arm back into an abdominal stretch, wrenching the back of the Phoenix with his leg hooked by Slayer. The referee checks on the Phoenix who extends his hands out and ignores the referee.

Falcoon - I don't know if the Phoenix can get out of this.

The Phoenix is left mostly immobile as EJ wrenches upon his back. He yells in agony while extending his arms towards the ropes which are just too far away. He begins to fade, as his body slowly begins to go limp and lean towards the mat. Slayer wrenches back again -- but with all of his might, The Phoenix rolls himself over and with his hooked left arm pins Slayer to the mat.

Falcoon - COVER!

The referee slides in and makes the count...1...2...kickout by Slayer, who is forced to release the hold to save himself from losing.

Dunn - That was too close to call.

Falcoon - Phoenix seems to be in a lot of pain.

Dunn - Victory seems to be in Slayer's grasp now.

Slayer pushes himself up to one knee watching as The Phoenix rolls over onto his right side and shoots him a glare right back. The two men gasp for air, with Slayer pulling himself up to his feet and heading towards The Phoenix. Slayer lifts The Phoenix up to his feet, but he is met with a sharp left forearm from the Phoenix. Even though he is taken back, Slayer fires a short right jab that catches Phoenix flush across the bridge of his nose. He drops to his knees and Slayer steps in, hooking The Phoenix in a front face lock. Before he can even attempt to execute a move, he is caught in the midsection by a sharp right hand from The Phoenix. This releases Slayers hold on The Phoenix, who grabs EJ into a front face lock of his own. He then tosses Slayer's arm over his head, and Phoenix hooks his right leg. In one motion, he brings Slayer over his head with a Fisherman's Suplex -- but is unable to keep the hold for the pin after Slayer comes crashing down upon his head and shoulders.

Falcoon - What a suplex!

Dunn - He can't make the cover, that could have been a golden opportunity.

Falcoon - His back seems to be too hurt at this point.

Both men lay on the mat holding their ailing parts of their bodies. At the same pace, the two competitors begin pushing themselves back up to their feet. EJ is the first up, as he pulls himself up and leans up against the turnbuckle. The Phoenix drags himself up to his feet, with both of his hands across his back while he is wincing in pain. The two men stare at each other, and begin charging once again. The Phoenix stops after two lunges and sidesteps Slayer -- grabbing a hold of him as he passes and locking him into a Dragon Sleeper. EJ kicks his legs violently as The Phoenix drops down to a knee.

Dunn - He has that choke hold on him.

Falcoon - And all the while wrenching upon EJ's neck.

Slayer is able to power himself up, and spin out of the hold -- wrenching Phoenix's left arm behind his back into a hammerlock. EJ then tucks his head under the right arm of The Phoenix, with the hammerlock held by his left hand and his right across the torso of the Phoenix -- and with one motion he picks The Phoenix up and drops him directly onto his back with a low angle back drop suplex. Both men lay on the mat once again, with the fans cheering out loudly for both men at this point. Adrenaline kicks in for both men, as The Phoenix rolls over towards Slayer -- who rolls away from Phoenix. In a burst of speed, The Phoenix grabs Slayer in a rear chin lock, wrenching upon his neck even further. Out of instinct, Slayer begings pushing himself up to his feet which turns the hold into a side headlock. EJ gets up to his feet, locked in the side headlock -- before using both hands to push The Phoenix towards the nearest set of ropes. He breaks the hold as the Phoenix is thrown, bouncing off the ropes and heading back at EJ who bends over for The Phoenix's return. As he runs back, he stops infront of EJ and kicks him across the chest and stands him up. He grabs him around his torso and spins him around -- before laying him out with a spinning spinebuster. Phoenix falls to the mat next to Slayer, visibly exhausted.

Dunn - Make the cover, douchebag!

Falcoon - He doesn't have much left, James!

The fans continue to cheer, with chants of "Let's go Pho-enix! Lets go!" breaking out in the crowd. He rolls over onto his side, heading towards the ropes while EJ rolls himself over onto his stomach and begins pushing himself up to all fours. The Phoenix begins hoisting himself up to his feet, while Slayer pulls himself to a kneeling position on his right knee. Both men keep a firm watch on the other as they both return to their feet at about the same time. The two competitors, with Phoenix holding his lower back in a world of pain and Slayer holding his head in agony, begin to circle one another once again. The circle slowly gets smaller as they look for a collar and elbow tie up, but as EJ steps in he rakes the eyes of The Phoenix once again. The fans boo as EJ follows up with a sharp forearm to the jaw of The Phoenix which staggers him back a bit. Slayer follows up with a european uppercut that sends Phoenix stumbling backwards again, this time up against the ropes as he holds his head. EJ slowly approaches and unleashes a knife edge chop across the chest of The Phoenix, before grabbing a hold of him by his right wrist. He attempts to irish whip him across the ring, but The Phoenix has other ideas as he hooks the top rope with his left elbow. Slayer tries yanking him off of the ropes, but Phoenix isn't budging. EJ steps in, still holding Phoenix's right arm and nailing a kick across his chest. Slayer steps back, then nails a second shin kick across the chest of the Phoenix before leaning him up against the ropes once again. EJ pulls The Phoenix off the ropes, successfully irish whipping him towards the other side of the ring -- but the Phoenix grabs a hold of EJ's left hand upon his wrist. With Slayer holding onto his wrist, The Phoenix reverses the irish whip and stops right in his tracks with his and Slayer's arms fully extended. Phoenix yanks EJ towards him. As he does that, Phoenix positions himself to drive his right shoulder into the abdomen of Slayer as he meets him -- lifting him up into a standing firemans carry. The Phoenix turns around, positioning himself i the middle of the ring as the fans begin to get up to their feet. Suddenly, the Phoenix drives Slayer down with a Death Valley Driver in the center of the ring as the fans explode. With Slayer's neck and shoulders pressed against the mat, the referee begins the count.

Dunn - Immolation!

1...2...3!

Dunn - And that's it!

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

Falcoon - It lived up to it's potential, it's a shame someone had to lose.

Dunn - That's tru--

Just then, EJ Slayer stands up and attacks The Phoenix as he has his hand raised -- chop blocking him at his knees from behind. The fans boo him heavily as Slayer rises to his feet, standing over The Phoenix. He begins laying stomp after stomp into his back, as the referee tries to stop EJ's attack.

Falcoon - Come on, the match is over!

Dunn - Sore loser!

Finally Slayer stops as he sets his sights on the outside of the ring. He exits, walking over to Missy Janson and grabbing the OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship off the table and glaring down at it. EJ they spits upon it and throws the belt into the ring next to The Phoenix.

Dunn - That bastard! I'm going to kill him!

Slayer heads up the ramp and disappears behind the curtains.

Falcoon - Easy there James.

Dunn - Well that was a...

Charging down to the ring is Trent Steel, with his Blood Tag Team Title over his shoulder. He slides under and just tackles The Phoenix to the mat as soon as he gets up to his feet, allowing the belt to hit the mat. He starts pounding on him punch for punch. The Phoenix starts fighting back. He flips Trent over and starts pounding on him. Trent reaches into his coat pocket and slps on a pair of handcuffs on Pheonix.

Falcoon - Trent just handcuffed Pheonix!

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

As Trent is about to attack him, a figure comes from the crowd and rushes over to the OWF Blood Tag Team Title and picks it up. Steel sees this, allowing him to be tripped by The Phoenix -- who finds the key on Steel and uncuffs himself before heading to the outside of the ring.

Falcoon - What the hell is this all about?

The figure reveals himself to the crowd, as he grabs the microphone that Steel was speaking into off of the mat as he heads towards the ramp.

Dunn - That's The Lost Soul!

The Lost Soul - Steel, if you want this title of yours back, you're going to have to work for it. Come find me -- I'll be in NLW, pal!

TSL drops the microphone, and leaves with the Blood Tag Title. The fans give him a mixed reaction as he holds the belt high over his head as he backpeddles up the ramp. Steel has his eyes fixated on him as TSL disappears behind the curtains.

Falcoon - Trent is not going to be a happy camper.

Dunn - When is he ever?

Just then, from another part of the crowd, Jason Chase hops over the ring barricade with a Dildo in hand. He slides under the bottom rope and cracks Trent upside the head, taking him down to the mat with one swift shot. As Trent lays on the mat, Chase lays the dildo across his chest before making his quick exit.

Dunn - This show is getting out of hand.

Falcoon - What problem does Chase have with Steel?

Dunn - I haven't a clue.

We go to the backstage area, more specifically, the lunch room area, where we once again find Skotty Surph. And ONCE again, he’s looking to eat some Golden Grahams.

Skotty Surph - WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY GOLDEN GRAHAMS?!

And once again, someone has fucked with him and his Golden Grahams. This time, the box of Golden Grahams are nowhere to be found.

Skotty Surph - I’ve been cereal-napped!

Just then, Skotty’s cell phone starts to ring. He promptly answers.

Skotty Surph - Hello?

Voice - Corn meal, sugar, whole wheat, brown sugar syrup…

Skotty Surph - What is this?

Voice - Modified corn starch, canola oil, honey, salt, nonfat milk…

Skotty Surph - That… THAT’S THE INGREDIENTS FOR GOLDEN GRAHAMS!

Voice - It’s a honey of a cereal… I’m looking at them right now, actually. They’re delicious, actually.

Skotty Surph - GIVE ME BACK MY GRAHMS!

Voice - Temper temper Mr. Surph, that kind of attitude isn’t going to get you-

Skotty Surph - Seriously Greg, just give them back, stop being such a dick!

Voice - …

Skotty Surph - …

Voice - Th- …This isn’t Greg Jackson.

Skotty Surph - Oh really? Then who is it?

Voice - It’s… this is Montgomery Graham. I invented Golden Grahams, I’m simply taking back what is mine.

Skotty Surph - Drop the act Greg.

Voice - I don’t even know who this Greg Jackson is! He sounds like a fantastic wrestler though, probably one deserving of more respect than he gets.

Skotty Surph - No, he’s a son of a bitch who keeps taking my cereal, and he lost to Shyne.

Voice - FUCK YOU! You’ll never see your Golden Grahams AGAIN! …Until you buy some more, that is.

The person on the other line hangs up, leaving a very upset Skotty Surph stewing in the lunch room before he heads out and begins to make his way to the entrance ramp for the Main Event.

Falcoon - This thing has gotten out of control between the two of them.

Dunn - I know. Greg needs to just give up the cereal.

Falcoon - He's a psychopath.

Instead of cutting to the arena, the feed cuts to another point backstage as we see a rather large figure moving down one of the hallways with what appears to be a title belt slung over his left shoulder. The image of a bird rising from the flames on the back of the man's shirt can mean that this is only one person: the OWF PDA Champion. He comes to a sudden stop, next to a door that is emblazoned "Prez CJ." The camera catches the sound of him exhaling once before he raises a hand and knocks on the door.

Voice - Yeah?

With that, the big man opens the door and steps into the office. Behind the desk, as expected, is the president of OWF, Chase Johnson. CJ gets to his feet, a look of wary anger crossing his face.

Prez CJ - And what the fuck are you doing here?

The camera swings around to get a profile shot of the PDA Champ while keeping CJ in the shot. Now positively identified as The Phoenix, the large figure begins to speak in a steady, yet subdued, tone of voice.

The Phoenix - I'm here to talk business, one professional to another.

Prez CJ - Well, get to the point. In case you haven't noticed, I have a show to run.

The Phoenix - I understand; let me cut right to it. It's my understanding that you were upset at X-Terminator losing this belt at Uprising, in a match that I was not even notified about until after you had heard about it. I know that as the OWF President, your titles are important to you, and that you would rather keep them in your promotion. I can understand that. So with that, I have two options for you, if you're willing to listen.

Prez CJ - …Go on.

The Phoenix - Number one—we both know that this belt is not really in my area of expertise, match-wise. I would be willing to vacate the title and return the belt to you, no questions asked, for a shot at the NLW Legacy belt and whoever would have it after our--NLW's--next pay-per-view, Turbulence. Or, if that doesn't appeal to you, option two. Simply treat me as a temporary member of the roster, until we agree otherwise. If you book me in a match, just like tonight, I'll show up. If it's a title match, I'll defend this belt to the best of my ability. I'm not going to lie to you—I want the Legacy title back. But in the meantime, I'm willing to work with you, and from what I have heard in my two previous appearances here, the OWF audience seems to have no problem with me holding one of your belts.

The sounds of cheering from the arena can be heard in the office, along with a few scattered chants of "P-D-A!"

The Phoenix - Ultimately, the decision is yours, but I thought it best if we came to an agreement as professionals. I'm here for the competition. No political bullshit. No defections. No dumping of titles in garbage cans. And no "NLW Invasion" angle, either. So I ask you, Mr. President. What's it going to be?

There is a pause, as the OWF President thinks it over. He then exhales as he begins to reply.

Prez CJ - This cross-promotional thing has been a nightmare. I'm losing guys left and right. But I'll tell you what. I'll make you a deal, Phoenix. You stick around here while you have my PDA Championship, and I'll be sure to make it worth your while in the end. Be it your rematch for the Legacy title or something else down the line, I will find a way to make good on it, even if you still have that belt after this inter-fed deal is done.

This time, it's the champion's turn to pause, though his doesn't take long.

The Phoenix - Done. I will hold you to it.

The Phoenix sticks out a hand, which CJ slowly shakes a moment later. Without another word being said, the PDA backs out of the camera shot before the feed returns to ringside.

Dunn - Yes! He's staying!

Falcoon - Until he loses the belt, it seems.

Dunn - Whatever, I don't see him having a problem with keeping it around his waist.

Falcoon - You never know.

Missy Janson stands up from the time keepers table, lifting a microphone from the table as she stands. The cameras follow her as she steps towards the steel steps, and makes her way up to the ring apron by scaling the steps quickly. She enters the ring through the top and middle ropes, and heads for the center of the squared circle.

Dunn - Well, it's time for Specter's second defense.

Falcoon - And it's against no slouch.

Dunn - Hopefully Lopes has a better output than Valtiel.

Falcoon - Hopefully.

Once Missy is standing in the middle of the ring, facing the live camera, she lifts the microphone up to her mouth with her right hand and begins her announcements for the final time.

Falcoon - Time to send it to Missy...

Missy Janson - The following matchup is a Lumberjack Match and it is for the OWF I Heart Moxie Championship...First, the Lumberjacks selected by Specter...Greg Jackson, Jason Chase, Drake Munday and JC!

Only three of the four men walk out one by one, with JC leading the way and Jason Chase dressed like Paul Bunyan with a large blue dildo. The three men, minus Greg Jackson, take up their points around one side of the ring, to a chorus of boo's from the rowdy crowd.

Falcoon - Where is Greg?

Dunn - Who knows.

As they all position themselves, Missy lifts the microphone up to her mouth once again.

Missy Janson - And the lumberjacks selected by Ray Lopes...Skotty Surph, Jared Wave, Silence and Jesse Williams!

The fans explode as the four fan favorites appear from behind the curtains. Jesse walks ahead of them all, as if not associating himself with them. Eventually all four of the Lumberjacks picked by Lopes find their place at ringside, and await the announcement of the participants.

Falcoon - In a few minutes, ten of the most talented superstars in the OWF will be out here.

Dunn - Already got about eight of them, now.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring now, the challenger...From Los Angeles, California...Ray Lopes!

"Rock Co.Kane Flow" by De La Soul and MF DOOM blasts throughout the arena and the fans all hop up to their feet knowing that Ray Lopes is about to come out.

Falcoon - Specter let Lopes keep his old music.

Dunn - How nice of him.

He stands on top of the ramp and then makes his way down to the ring, normally you'd see him interacting with a few fans along the way, but tonight Ray's all business. He climbs into the ring and waits for Specter to be announced.

Falcoon - This is Specter's second defense. What do you think his chances are of walking out of here with only one more defense before renaming?

Dunn - I say it's going to happen.

Missy Janson - And making his way to the ring...from Las Vegas, Nevada....He is the reigning OWF I Heart Moxie Champion...Here is Specter!

PA System - Tonight's your lucky fucking night.

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

Why, the arrival of none other than Specter, who steps through the curtain and surveys the arena with a smirk -- and the OWF I Heart Moxie Championship hung over his shoulder. He looks from the ring to the fans and back again, before beginning his pace to the ring. Shrugging off the high five attempts and remarks of fans, he slips to ringside and rolls under the bottom rope. He hands the belt to the referee, who hands it to Missy on her way to the outside of the ring. She returns to her seat and the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The match begins with Specter and Ray Lopes circling one another, with both being more focused on the Lumberjacks at ringside. Eventually the two men lock up in a collar and elbow tie up, with Specter getting the advantage over Lopes -- pushing him back first up against the ropes. He makes no advance on Lopes, so the referee calls for a break. Specter steps back, allowing a clean break as Lopes steps off of the ropes. The two men again circle one another, with Specter lifting his hands as if goading Lopes into another tie up. Ray looks for the collar and elbow tie up with Specter, but instead he ends up on the receiving end of a sharp toe kick from the lifting right boot of Specter. Lopes bends over a bit, but Specter leans him back up and brings a right forearm across the left cheek of Ray Lopes. The strike knocks him down to his back, but he immediately rolls over to his side in an attempt to get back up to his feet. As he does, Specter boots him in the side of the head which sends Lopes through the ropes and into the arms of Silence on the outside.

Falcoon - Lucky for Lopes he ended up in the arms of a lumberjack he pic--

Silence holds Lopes up, but slams him back first into the ring post. Ray collapses to the floor, while Silence brings boots down across the back of Lopes.

Dunn - What were you saying?

Drake Munday tries to head towards Lopes, but Jason Chase swings the Dildo at Drake. Munday grabs a hold of it, blocking the shot -- but with the pressure he puts on the rubber a squirt of water shoots him in the eyes, temporarily blinding him. JC nails a big boot across the face of Jason Chase before he heads around the ring, looking to beat on Lopes -- but he is met by a charging Jared Wave who takes him down with a crossbody block.

Falcoon - The lumberjacks have taken over!

Williams pulls Silence off of Lopes, allowing Ray time to get up and slide back into the ring -- where he is booted down to the mat by Specter. Back on the outside, Silence pushes Williams and utters a few obscenities at him. Skotty Surph pulls Wave off of JC, and he regroups with Jesse while JC pulls himself up and checks on Munday. In the ring, Specter picks Lopes up and grabs him around his torso. He tucks his head under the arm of Lopes, kneeing him in the balls and lifting him over into a Northern Lights Suplex. He holds it, keeping the pin on Lopes.

Dunn - Neon Lights Suplex!

Falcoon - Specter may have finished Lopes like he finished Valtiel!

The referee drops in to make the count...1...2...The hold is broken by Jesse yanking the leg of Specter, and pulling him to the outside of the ring to the fans approval. He begins laying a string of strikes into Specter on the outside, which sends the crowd into an absolute frenzy.

Falcoon - And Jesse finally gets his hands on Specter!

Dunn - These two have months of history. And none of it good.

Munday and JC immediately charge around the ring, but they are met by Skotty Surph and Jared Wave as they pair off and begin to beat the hell out of each other. The referee has his focus on Specter, who is being beaten down by Williams on the outside -- which allows Silence to slide into the ring behind him. He lines up Lopes, crouching down as Ray gets up to his feet. Unbeknownst to Silence, a recovered Jason Chase pulls himself into the ring behind him and wallops him with the blue dildo. Silence falls to a knee, quickly pulling himself up and looking at Jason Chase. He tackles him through the ropes, and both men tumble to the floor in the midst of a battle.

Falcoon - There is no order out here out all!

Dunn - That's the way we like it.

Specter nails Jesse with a quick throat thrust, dropping him down to one knee and gives him a chance to roll back into the ring. Munday is sent back to the other side of the ring by Skotty Surph, who ends up having to pull Jared Wave off of JC once again. In the ring, Lopes approaches Specter and picks him up to his feet and leans him up against the ropes. He swings his open hand at Specter, nailing a sharp chop across his chest. He follows it up by grabbing the right wrist of Specter and irish whipping him across the ring. Specter reverses the toss, and pulls Lopes into a hip toss -- which he turns into an arm bar as Lopes is taken down to the mat. Specter wrenches on Lopes' right arm, who yells in pain with the referee checking on him. Seeing that Ray won't give up, Specter rears his free left elbow back and begins swinging it back across the right cheek of Lopes' exposed face. Ray has no way of blocking the strikes while locked in the arm bar, and a gash opens up over his forehead after a string of five stiff elbows. Specter then drags Ray up by his wrenched right arm and pulls him in for a second hip toss, this time releasing him so Ray feels the full impact upon his back.

Falcoon - Now Specter has just taken control of Ray.

Dunn - Too many distractions around the ring for Lopes, maybe. He just seems off his game.

Falcoon - It's a very different atmosphere.

Just then from the ramp we see Greg Jackson appear with plastic bags full of Golden Gramhns. Skotty Surph sees Jackson and runs up the ramp at him, while Greg begins to toss the bags of cereal out into the crowd.

Falcoon - There's Greg!

Dunn - And he's giving away Skotty's cereal.

Falcoon - Bad idea.

Greg sees Skotty and tosses the remaining bags into the crowd as he is tackled on the ramp. The two men struggle with one another and they disappear backstage, with the camera returning to the action in the ring.

Dunn - Now there are six lumber jacks.

Inside the ring, Specter is waiting for Lopes to get up. As he does, Specter charges with a wide right clothesline attempt that Lopes ducks. He hooks the right arm of Specter as he ducks, floating over his back and grabbing Specter into a front face lock. He hooks Specter's leg, and looks to lift him up.

Dunn - Going for The DLE!

Specter blocks it by pulling his hooked leg from the grasp of Lopes and wrapping his arms around the waist of Lopes. He tosses Ray over his head with another Northern Light Suplex.

Falcoon - Another Neon Light--

Lopes flips over, landing on his feet while Specter hits the mat. Both men rush up to their feet, with Ray charging at Specter and looking for a clothesline of his own. Specter ducks, hooking the arm of Ray and chickenwinging it behind his back. He grapevines his leg and drives Ray forward with a chicken wing front leg sweep -- slamming him face first into the mat.

Dunn - Prank Masturbation!

Specter rolls Ray over, keeping his eyes on Jesse as the referee makes the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and STILL OWF I Heart Moxie Champion...Specter!

Dunn - Easy win for Specter.

Falcoon - With minimal interjection from the Lumberjacks.

Dunn - Looks like Jesse is going after Specter now!

The lumberjacks begin to head towards the back, as does Ray Lopes -- with Jared Wave remaining as he stares down JC. Specter slides out of the ring. Williams glares at him and starts towards him, while JC goes into the ring. He has a microphone.

JC - Williams!

Jesse continues his pursuit of Specter, who is slowly backing towards the entrance.

JC - Williams, why worry about Specter when I'm the one that busted you open at Power Hour!

Jesse turns around and looks at JC. JC motions towards Specter and he heads towards the entrance. Jesse continues staring at the ring as Wave passes him, and stands midway up on the ramp watching JC.

JC - There's something we need to talk about. First, I need to jog your memory a bit. Take a look at the video screen.

A video comes on from a month ago. It's a shot of backstage. Doctors and Jesse Williams crouched next to a pink limosine with a shattered driver's side window. The mood is frantic, with Williams hanging back enough to let the OWF medical staff attend to the fallen body of Moxie Roxie. She lies limp, her hair stained almost entirely red with blood. One doctor clears glass away from the ground, as the other attempts to stop the bleeding. The video cuts out after reminding Williams of what happened. He turns around and looks at JC, irate.

JC - Are you starting to piece the puzzle together, Jesse? I'm amazed you never got around to questioning me. To be honest, I felt left out. After all, who else has the motive to attack little Moxie Roxie than someone who hates the fact that people like her are polluting this organization!

Jesse drops the World title and storms the ring. JC barely has time to drop the microphone before Jesse tackles him and takes him to the mat with a double leg takeover, raining punches down on him. JC shoves off the smaller Williams and gets back up, hitting a knee to the midsection. He takes a moment to breathe, and Williams begins hitting him with hard punches to the face. JC shoves him off again, Williams bounces off the ropes and hits a hard forearm. JC drops to a knee and Williams backs him into the corner, continuing his assault. JC pushes him off again and ducks another charge. He then connects with the same big boot that has knocked out several other OWF roster members. Jesse falls. As he scrambles to get up, JC grabs the microphone.

JC - You see, Moxie cost me my tag team title. Moxie isn't a wrestler, she's a disgrace. My intent at the time was to just take her out, and be done with it.

JC quickly punts Williams in the ribs to knock him back down. Jared Wave stares on as Williams lays helpless in the ring.

Falcoon - Looks like Hang Ten's oath doesn't matter to Wave.

Dunn - It's all about taking care of yourself.

Falcoon - Surph is the only one left to help Jesse, and he's busy with Jackson.

Dunn - Looks like JC is going to take care of the champ.

Wave begins walking up the ramp as Jesse begins shaking his head in pain.

JC - It turns out that Moxie's attack started a huge chain of events here in OWF. Vacant's gone, Specter won the Network title, and you began a manhunt. After seeing you question people like Hang Ten, I felt a little insulted. So now, you know the truth. The real question is, what are you going to do about it?

Jesse takes advantage of JC's talking and knocks him down again. This time he has the microphone and slams it into the forehead of JC. JC staggers up and throws a clothesline, knocking Jesse back down. He quickly grabs Williams in a fireman's carry, then drops him with the Solitaire Unraveling. Wave smiles from the top of the ramp and disappears behind the curtains.

Falcoon - Well Jared is gone.

With Williams laid out, JC leaves the ring. He notices the dropped World title in the aisle and picks it up. He stares at it as it sits in his hands.

Falcoon - That son of a bitch!

Dunn - I can't believe he'd do such a thing.

Falcoon - Jesse tried asking everyone, and all the time it was JC!

Dunn - And Wave had front row tickets to watch Jesse get destroyed.

The fans boo him relentlessly as he drops the belt and begins to head to the entrance way.

Dunn - It's a damn shame we are out of time.

Falcoon - Yes, it is. Hopefully we'll get more on this next week.

Dunn - One can only hope.

Falcoon - We'll see you next week on Monday Addiction! Jackie Kissens will be back!

Dunn - Great.

The feed cuts to the OWF logo.