The night opens backstage, where the Venetian Vandal enters from the parking lot. Dressed in eye-bleeding style, and carrying only the OWF I Heart Moxie title, he looks ill-prepared for any action this evening. As he walks the halls, JC steps into view.

JC - I thought you'd take tonight off.

Specter - Would've loved to, but CJ's got something planned for me and my belt. Contractual obligations and all that.

JC - Well, then, I'll just congratulate you on another successful defense last week. I didn't think Ray Lopes would give you any trouble.

Specter - It wasn't Ray Lopes I was worried about. But everything worked out. I defended my title, nobody got in my way, and you're primed for a shot at Jesse. After the Moxie reveal, he'd sign for a fucking Sarah Perry on a pole match to get you in the ring.

JC - I know he will and that's why he's going to lose. Williams can't beat me if he fights on emotion.

Specter - Maybe, maybe not. Guy's pulled a lot of victories out of his ass. Don't start celebrating until you're wearing his belt. And don't think Jesse's the only one looking to pay you back.

JC - When I'm where my belt, you mean. And I doubt we'll see Moxie Roxie again, and if she shows up looking to even the score...well, it's a shame how rough this business can be.

Specter - And Vacant.

JC - Little Nicky Perry doesn't worry me. Besides, on the off chance he returns to the OWF, I would think he'll be angrier at the man who manipulated him for the sake of a championship.

Specter - Yeah, I guess I screwed the kid over a little. But we could work around it. Nick looks up to me. He knows I've always kept his best interests at heart.

JC - Keep telling yourself that. Just remember, the lowest circle of hell is reserved for traitors.

Specter - Thanks for reminding me.

JC - No problem. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got business to attend to.

His piece said, JC walks out of view, leaving a slightly sullen Specter to mull over what he's just been told.

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.

From the intro a large explosion of pyrotechnics shoots off of the stage and from around the OWF Tron as the night begins. "I Get It" by Chevelle blasts over the PA System at the Sold Out Qwest Arena, as the masses of fans are going wild upon the opening of the show. After about a solid ten seconds of continuious fireworks -- they die off and leave a gray haze hanging in the air of the arena. The music slowly fades out as the house lights come back up upon the arena, and various spotlights of different colors are now shining in dozens of different directions. The fans reactions are finally heard as the cameras pan to the more rowdy section, picking up a few of the more clever signs brought by fans. Soon enough the feed fades in to a shot of the announcers booth, where we see Gordie Falcoon and James Dunn -- with Jackie Kissens absent once again.

Falcoon - AAAHOOOOOO!!!! Welcome to MONDAY NIGHT ADDICTION! We're in Boise..

Dunn - Id-AAAHOOO!

Falcoon - Nice one!

Dunn - Thanks!

Falcoon - You're in a good mood tonight.

Dunn - Yep, Jackie isn't here.

Falcoon - Well she is on her maternal leave.

Dunn - Shit, so she'll be back soon?

Falcoon - Probably.

Dunn - I better enjoy our alone time while we still have it.

Falcoon - Okay, moving on from that creepiness...The OWF has been rolling along week by week, and in just six days we will be in Arizona with Shit Happens.

Dunn - And December is full of OWF events as well.

Falcoon - Reports of the downfall of the OWF are greatly exaggerated.

Dunn - Agreed.

Falcoon - We have an action packed card, and we should send it to Missy to kick it off!

Dunn - So lets do it th--

'Bodyguard' by Obie Trice hits the PA System.

Dunn - What the...

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

Porta Prince and Vernon Somoza burst throw the curtains, to the jeers of the crowd. A wide smile hits the face of Porta, as Somoza waves the El Plaga flag, cigar in mouth. El Plaga taunts the crowd as they chant "YOU SOLD OUT".

Falcoon - Looks like El Plaga has something to say before we start tonights card.

A fan tries to climb the rail to attack El Plaga, but Security quickly subdues the perpetrator. Somoza stops at the end of the ramp, waving the flag high as Porta rolls into the ring. Porta points to two microphones as Missy Janson hands him the mics. Somoza walks up the ring steps as Porta begins his rant.

Porta Prince - Now you listen, El Plaga is here an-

Porta stops his sentence as the crowd chants of "YOU SOLD OUT" grow larger. Porta puts a smug look on his face as Somoza laughs at certain individuals in the crowd.

Porta Prince - Now you listen, El Plaga is here and what we are going to do tonight will change the landscape of the top 2 promotions in pro wrestling. Tonight, your favorite tag team's favorite tag team, El Plaga, will be in singles action tonight.

The crowd erupts in boos as random "YOU SUCK" chants ring off around the arena.

Porta Prince - I could care less what you potatoe eating shit heads think about ME! Be happy that I allowed my presence to grace your filthy state!

The crowd jeers are so loud, Vernon grabs his ears in a 'ear-muffs' motion.

Porta Prince - Yea that's right! I was going to come up with an intellectual way to explain to you guys what will happen by the end of this month, but you idiots have trouble comprehending anything that doesn't have to do with your crummy farm land. So to put in layman's terms, we will win our matches tonight, becoming the #1 contenders for the OWF Blood, Sweat & Tears Titles. Now after we're finish with Filthy Bitch and Drake Mundane, The Cult of Steel is next!

Vernon Somoza - And to satisfy our esteemed business partner, Jack Sullivan, we will take those Blood, Sweat & Tears Championships and place them on the desk of Mr. Sullivan! He will then slide us a lucrative contract and we will officially sign with NLW!

The fans boo the loudest they have during the whole segment.

Falcoon - Those bastards! They're taking the tag titles and ditching!

Dunn - I have the right frame of mind to pop them both one right in the mouth.

Porta Prince - So once we win those illustrious tag team titles.....We will be leaving this company and all you crummy fans behind, and we will reign supreme as the Blood, Sweat & Tears Champions of N...........L........W!!!!!!

Porta drops the mic, raises his arms and slides outside the ring. Somoza turns toward the hard camera as it zooms in.

Vernon Somoza - And SURGEONS............ALWAYS REMEMBER............FUn Can Kill YOU!!!

Somoza let's off his sadistic laugh as El Plaga makes their way up the ramp towards the backstage area.

Falcoon - I can't stand those bastards.

Dunn - Hopefully Munday and Rich can take them out tonight, stop them from proceeding with their plan.

Falcoon - We can only hope.

We cut backstage, where Specter stands holding a stack of papers, carelessly stapled at one corner.

Specter - Prez CJ, I hope you choke to death on a cock.

From off camera comes the familiar voice of OWF's commanding officer.

Prez CJ - I'll take that into consideration. Now play along or you lose your belt.

Vacant steps into view, looking not as comfortable in his mask and wrestling attire as he normally would. He points a finger at the man who dethroned him.

Vacant - Specter, you wretched hive of scum and villainy!

Specter - Look, I can respect a Star Wars reference, but that doesn't make any goddamn sense. How can one person be a hive of scum and villainy?

Prez CJ - Stick to the script.

Sighing, Specter holds the script in front of his face and monotones the contents.

Specter - Oh, no. It is Vacant, come to exact revenge upon my head for my scheming and treachery. There's no K in "scheming," by the way.

Vacant - Specter, you conniving fuckstick. You were foolish to think I would desert this monolithic promotion in favor of the desolate wastes of NLW, with their roster of OWF rejects and creatures of the night.

Specter - That reminds me, are you going to run with my wrestling mummy idea?

Prez CJ - We'll talk about it later.

Specter - 'Cause if you do, I want a cut of the fucking money.

Vacant - Can we wrap this up? I think this mask is giving me a rash.

Specter - Yeah, it always gave Nick problems. Of course, that could've just been acne.

Prez CJ - Uh...yeah, always gave you problems right Nick?

Vacant stares off into space, his hand lodged under his mask itching furiously.

Prez CJ - NICK!?

Vacant - Huh. Oh...Right. Specter, on behalf of justice, peace and my love for Moxie Roxie, I hereby challenge you for the I Heart Moxie Championship!

Specter - I decline.

Prez CJ - Somebody bring me the contract for--

Specter - All right, fine. I accept. I'll defend this belt against you at the next pay-pay-view. What's it called?

Prez CJ - Shit Happens.

Specter - That's the most appropiate title you'll ever come up with, Ceej.

Vacant - I think this came together pretty well. Are we done?

Specter - I am.

Prez CJ - And cut.

The feed cuts back to the announcers booth.

Dunn - Vacant is back!

Falcoon - Good to see they patched up the differences.

Dunn - He didn't seem comfortable in that mask.

Falcoon - Well he has been wrestling without it in NLW, he must have gotten used of not wearing it.

From next to the announcers, Missy Janson stands herself up with a microphone in her hand and her sights set on the steel ring steps. She darts across the concrete floor, ascending the steps and making her way through the ropes as she enters the ring.

Dunn - Finally, time for our first match.

Falcoon - No more interruptions?

Dunn - Shhh! Don't jinx it!

Missy paces to the center of the ring, and hesitates a second as she positions herself facing the live feed. She lifts the microphone up to her mouth and begins her announcements.

Missy Janson - Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to OWF MONDAY ADDICTION!!

The sold out crowd inside of the Qwest Arena go bezerk, letting out a huge roar of approval for the show beginning.

Missy Janson - The first matchup night is scheduled for a one fall, with the winner moving on to be one of two competitors to take on the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions at Shit Happens on November 23rd!

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

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

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

Falcoon - Rich has had every shot in the world.

Dunn - And he has blown every single one of them, too.

Falcoon - Very true.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Haiti...Porta Prince!

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

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

Pyro stops and Porta Prince appears as if he was behind it the whole time. Smoke flies out of his nose as he goes towards the ring with nothing but a spotlight on him. Behind him walks Vernon Somoza, who has a smile upon his face. As Porta rolls into the ring, he gets up drapes himself over the ropes with a hand raise as red & blue pyro goes off behind him. Somoza remains on the outside of the ring. Missy exits the ring as the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Filthy Rich charges at Porta Prince, who takes Rich down with a shoulder block -- to which Rich pulls himself right back up and bounces off the opposite set of ropes. He heads towards Porta, nailing a shoulder block of his own that barely budges him. Prince eggs Rich into another attempt, which tries as he sets off in the opposite direction again. After he bounces off the ropes and returns to Porta, Prince grabs a hold of Filthy Rich around his torso and nails an overhead Belly to Belly Suplex on Rich -- using his own momentum to propel him across the ring. Prince pushes himself off of his back, rolling up to one knee and grabbing two handfulls of Filthy Rich's hair as Porta rises to his feet -- yanking Rich up to his feet, by his hair. Rich fires a short forearm strike that finds its mark upon Prince's jaw, but barely dazes him. Filthy Rich follows up with a second strike, this time from the point of his right elbow that backs Porta off again. Rich charges at Porta again, adverting a clothesline attempt by ducking under the extended arm of Porta.

Dunn - Rich better watch he doesn't get his--

Somoza spins his body around to the left, nailing a spinning back-fist across the right temple of Filthy Rich. This sends Rich down to the mat limp for a moment, allowing Porta time to drag Filthy Rich up by his shoulder and neck to lock him into a front face lock. From there, Porta lifts Rich's arm over Porta's neck and lifts Filthy Rich up into a vertical suplex position. Prince shows his strength, holding Filthy Rich straight up in the air for what seems like minutes as he positions himself in the middle of the ring. Porta sits out, droppinng Rich down upon his neck and shoulders with a Brainbuster in the center of the ring. As Porta pulls himself up from the mat he cowers in the corner, calling for the referee to check on him. Prince clutches his left eye with his right hand, and holds the shirt of the referee with his left hand.

Falcoon - He just hit a devastating move, and now he's injured?

From the other side of the ring, Vernon Somoza enters the ring and lifts the limp Filthy Rich up into a front powerslam position. Somoza charges the corner opposite the referee and Prince, crushing Rich's back up against the turnbuckle before spinning him out and bringing him down upon his back with an Oklahoma Stampede.

Dunn - Double team by El Plaga!

Falcoon - And Vernon nails El Pinolero on Rich. He's out cold.

Vernon Somoza slides out of the ring to a chorus of boo's as Porta is magically healed and releases the referee. Prince approaches Filthy Rich and grabs him by his head -- before lifting him from a body slam position into a front powerslam position over Porta's right shoulder. Prince sits out, driving the head of Filthy Rich down upon the mat between his legs with a sitout front powerslam piledriver.

Falcoon - Third World Takedown on Filthy Rich.

Dunn - It's kicking a dead horse.

Porta rolls Rich over, laying his stomach over the chest of Rich and bringing his knee across the side of his face in a pinfall attempt.

Falcoon - What disrespect!

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

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and receiving a shot at the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships with a partner to be determined in the next match... Porta Prince!

Falcoon - Porta gains a huge victory.

Dunn - And now he's going to have a chance to take the Tag Titles to NLW.

Falcoon - Lets just hope Munday fares better against Somoza.

Dunn - But, we do have to give credit where it is due...Porta Prince is finally coming around, and he is a real threat.

Falcoon - I know. I wouldn't be so worried if I didn't think he and Somoza were a huge threat to the OWF.

From a shot of the ring where Porta Prince has exited and is taunting the fans with Vernon Somoza at his side, the feed cuts backstage where reporter Garrett Greene is looking for someone.

Garrett Greene - Where is he? He knows I've requested this time. Oh, there you are.

The camera reveals JC, which draws boos from the audience in the arena. He walks up to Greene.

JC - You wanted this interview, so get it started.

Garrett Greene - Okay. The first question on everyone's mind is, why did you attack Moxie Roxie?

JC - Right to the point, aren't you? I guess that would be what "everyone wants to know". The answer is simple. Moxie Roxie is trash. She has no place in a wrestling ring and so I made sure she would never be in one again. It's all part of my crusade to cleanse this place. Haven't you been paying attention?

Garrett Greene - Do you not have any guilt over attacking the popular pop singer and OWF fan favorite?

JC - The only reason Moxie's a fan favorite is because the fans don't know any better. OWF has been trying to force these idiots down the throats of the fans and I blame Chase Johnson for that. He wouldn't know Ricky Steamboat from Ricky Ortiz. Thanks to me, Jared Wave can be seen as a joke and Moxie Roxie is gone. Vacant's gone too, and that's just a bonus. It goes to show you, my mission is succeeding.

Garrett Greene - You did draw the ire of Jesse Williams, and he's demanded to fight you at Shit Happens.

JC - I'm aware of that. I'm surprised it took this long to get his attention. I don't know why Jesse's so upset that Moxie's gone, but it gives me a World title shot. That wasn't smart of you, Williams. In your anger and quest for vengeance you're going to lose the one thing you hold dear. Then the purifying of this company will really begin. I've got big plans in store for OWF.

Garrett Greene - Tonight you have a six man tag with Greg Jackson and Jason Chase as your partners. What do you have to say about that?

JC - I'm going to go into the six man tag and do what I always do. Annihilate and win. My partners just need to hold up their end of the bargain, as hard for them as that may be. I have no problems beating Greg down again or shoving Jason's dildo down his throat if they fail me.

Garrett Greene - One last question. What are your thoughts on the beating you sustained at NLW Uprising and your match with fellow OWF wrestler X-Terminator?

JC - Well calling him a wrestler is pushing it, isn't it? Same could be said for calling what happened a "beating". X-T didn't have anything to do with it. Not that I expect he would. He likes to refer to me as my old persona, and claim he has a victory over me. Sure, in the techincal sense. But he's never beaten me one on one and he's not going to. Needless to say, I'll be heading into my OWF World title match as the NLW Legacy Champion. I can sure give that belt more pride than that drunken retard X-T ever could. But you knew that already.

JC walks away from Greene as the feed remains on Garrett.

Falcoon - JC seems to have a major beef with X-Terminator.

Dunn - Hopefully that gets settled!

On the feed, we see Garrett place his fingers up into his ear listening to his earpiece. He then looks into the camera.

Garrett Greene - Whats that? Are you sure? Fans we just got a report that Trent Steel has entered the building! I'm going to go look for him!

Garrett sets out towards the parking garage as the feed cuts back to the announcers booth.

Dunn - They let him out of jail already? Hell yeah!

Falcoon - What's with the pro-Steel sentiment?

Dunn - Hey he tried to take out the NLW President last week. That gets him some points man.

Falcoon - So your feeling good?

Dunn - Yeah?

Falcoon - Then I hate to be a downer.

Dunn - Oh no...Please tell me...no...

Falcoon - That's right. Garrett Greene has found his target. He's live and ready to interview Trent Steel.

We cut backstage to see Garrett fixing his hair in a small mirror as the cameraman clears his throat. Garrett tosses the mirror and holds up the mic.

Garrett Greene - That's right folks Trent Steel has just pulled up into the parking lot. We're here live to give you, the fans, a live interview with the man who took it to the NLW last week on that piece of crap program that they try to sell off as a show!

Falcoon - Wow...unbiased reporting at work.

Dunn - Ha Ha.

We see the bandaged faced from a yellow cab taxi. Trent is wearing a black suit, black dress shirt, red “OWF” tie, black shoes, and his black oakleys with red lenses. His hands are also bandaged. Trent is carrying a suitcase.

Garrett Greene - Trent! Trent! Can we have a moment of your time.

Trent Steel - Only if you will leave me alone afterwards I got work to do.

Garrett Greene - Did the police brutalize you after you were dragged away from the NLW arena.

Trent Steel - No. They were doing their job. However I can see Sullivan didn't do his. Last night while I was sitting in jail the kind officers who beat the shit out me let me watch the program. As usual Jackie Boy fucked up. See he didn't hand me what I wanted. See normally I don't pick sides. I just hurt everyone. But see the best part is I find out I've been booked in a NLW match at their upcoming pay per view. At Turbulence...I get to take on Phoenix. For the OWF PDA Title! That's right folks! Trent Steel is bringing back a POW and while I am at it I am going to enjoy breaking that so called “hardcore” champion that has been strolling around here on MY show!

Garrett Greene - What are you going to do about your stolen title from TLS?

Trent Steel - Lost Soul? Please. I didn't lose the belt. He took a belt. I'm still the champion. But no worries. I promise tonight you are going to see exactly how I am going to get my “revenge”. Soul. I'll see you at Turbulence. Anything else you want to ask me.

Garrett Greene - Trent...I hate to bring this up but what is your response to Jesse Williams talking to your ex-wife?

Trent Steel -... I have no comment. Let's just say for now I'm not worried about it. I got bigger fish to fry.

Garrett Greene - What about X-T?

Trent Steel -...That will also be answered tonight. Excuse me. I got a appointment with the big man.

Trent walks off as Garrett turns to the camera.

Garrett Greene - You heard it here folks. Trent Steel is out for blood but the question is whose shall be cut first?

The feed cuts back to the announcers booth, where we see both Gordie Falcoon and James Dunn staring directly into the camera. Behind them, a few fans wave their arms wildly and try to get their faces on camera while the two announcers proceed.

Falcoon - Good for Garrett, he's on top of the latest news.

Dunn - He got a good interview or two there.

Falcoon - But after listening to the words of both Steel and JC, one has to wonder what both men have in store.

Dunn - Steel is anti-NLW, so you can expect some crazy shit.

Falcoon - And you have to assume JC is going to try to punish Williams tonight.

Dunn - Continue the beating from last week.

Falcoon - He'd love nothing more than to destroy Jesse three shows in a row, with the third being his Title Match at Shit Happens.

Dunn - Which recently had Jared Wave added to it, to make a Triple Threat Match.

Next to the ring announcers table, Missy Janson grabs a hold of her live microphone and pushes herself off of the steel chair she has seated at the time keepers table. Again she heads for the steel ring steps -- skipping up onto the apron, which is where the fans first notice her. A low set of cheers break out in anticipation for the second match as Missy heads for the center of the squared circle.

Falcoon - Jesse has to team with an opponent and face an opponent.

Dunn - Should be very interesting.

Falcoon - And Steel may want to get himself involved.

Dunn - Which is slightly less interesting.

Missy props herself up, straightening her back as she looks directly into the camera projecting the live feed.

Falcoon - But before all of that, we have another Tag Title Contendership Match.

Dunn - The winner of this goes on to team with Porta Prince against the Tag Champions at Shit Happens.

Falcoon - Lets go to Missy for the introductions.

The few cheers that rumbled through the crowd subside quickly. Missy lifts the microphone up to her lips and begins to speak.

Missy Janson - The following matchup is scheduled for a one fall, under Normal Rules -- with the winner receiving a shot at the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships with Porta Prince at OWF Shit Happens on November 23rd!

The fans roar.

Dunn - Hey! I just said that.

Falcoon - But the fans here couldn't hear you.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Green Bay, Wisconsin...Drake Munday!

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

Falcoon - Now Munday has the biggest match of his career.

Dunn - Next to the Gauntlet Matches.

Falcoon - True. Those were pretty big.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Manugua, Nicaragua...Vernon Somoza!

PA System – Reggaeton Latino

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

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

Dunn - And while Munday has a very big match, Somoza would love nothing more but to tag up with Porta for the Tag Titles.

Falcoon - And take them to NLW.

Missy exits the ring, stepping to the apron and hopping down the steps. Once she is clear of the ring, the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Vernon Somoza and Drake Munday meet up in the center of the ring and immediately lock up. Somoza gains the advantage and pushes Munday back first up against the ropes. The referee calls for a break, but Vernon lays a chop across the chest of Drake Munday which echoes through the arena. He follows it up with a short left forearm that staggers Munday along the ropes as he twirls into the corner. Somoza approaches, bringing the back of his right elbow across the right side of Drake's head -- which stuns him for a moment as he gets hung up in the corner. This allows Somoza to grab a hold of Munday around his wrist and irish whip him across the ring, sending him heading for the opposite turnbuckle. Upon release, Somoza charges right behind Munday -- who turns at the last second and hits back first, only to kick his legs upward and catch Vernon right in the mouth with both of his boots. Vernon staggers backwards into the center of the ring, and Munday capitalizes by pushing himself from the corner and executing a powerful clothesline across the chest of Somoza that sends both men to the mat.

Falcoon - The fans don't know who to root for.

Dunn - I think they just want to see a brawl.

Falcoon - Nothing wrong with that.

Munday begins to push himself up, as Somoza rolls onto his right side away from Drake. They both stand back up to their feet at about the same time, and lock their eyes upon one another. Drake swings his right hand at Somoza, but Vernon blocks the hooking strike with his left forearm -- while firing a right jab to the bridge of Munday's nose that hits its target. Munday steps back, but as Somoza steps forward Drake nails a sharp toe kick with his right foot into the abdomen of Somoza. Drake finally senses an advantage and picks Vernon up from his bent over position -- but it proves costly as Somoza rakes the eyes of Drake Munday, drawing the ire of the referee and the crowd.

Falcoon - Cheaaap.

Dunn - Do what you gotta do to secure a win.

Somoza takes control, taking Drake to the mat with an arm drag and laying a stomp upon his exposed ribs once he hits the canvas. Munday rolls over onto his stomach, as Vernon reaches down and grabs a hold of Munday around his neck. He drags him up into a side headlock, that Drake easily counters into a high angle back drop suplex upon the head of Somoza. The move stuns Somoza and keeps him upon the mat as Munday dives on top of him for the cover, with the referee dropping in right after.

Falcoon - Drake's going for the win.

He hooks Somoza's leg as the count begins...1...2...kickout by Somoza. Munday immediately drags Somoza up to his feet and nails a snap suplex on Vernon, sending him down to his back once again. Drake continues his assault, grabbing Somoza by the hair and yanking him to his feet. Drake nails a european uppercut across the jawline of Vernon, following it up by grabbing Somoza in a three-quarters facelock -- looking for the Darkness, RKO. Somoza pushes Munday off of him, and up against the ropes.

Falcoon - Drake could have ended it had he nailed The Darkness.

Drake charges back to see Vernon bent over, either gasping for air or looking for a back body drop. Munday has time to stop, and bring a shin kick across the chest of Vernon that stands him straight up. Again Drake grabs Vernon in the three-quarters facelock, but Somoza won't budge. Munday brings an elbow into the sternum of Somoza, hoping to weaken him -- but Vernon yells out a deep scream of anger. Somoza shoves Munday chest first into the turnbuckle and charges across the ring. He then heads full sprint back at Munday, who is hung up on the top rope in the corner -- leaping into the air and nailing a body splash upon him.

Dunn - Shamu Splash!

Munday stumbles out, right into a reverse waist lock from Vernon Somoza who flips Drake over his head with a German Suplex. Somoza rolls himself over, sitting down on the legs of Munday and pressing his shoulders to the mat. The referee drops in to check his shoulders while Somoza grabs a hold of the ropes for extra leverage as he lays back.

Falcoon - He has a hold of the ropes!

Dunn - The referee doesn't see it!

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

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and receiving a shot at the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships with Porta Prince at Shit Happens... Vernon Somoza!

Falcoon - Crap.

Dunn - Now we have to rely on Trent Steel and X-T to keep the value of the OWF?

Falcoon - Looks like it.

Somoza gets out of the ring, and takes the NLW flag with him. He waives it proudly as he heads up the ramp, with Munday holding his head in pain.

Dunn - I guess we should start looking for second jobs.

Falcoon - Don't be such a cynic. OWF is doing better than it seems.

Dunn - Oh yeah, how?

Falcoon - Well, uh...

Dunn - Exactly. We're screwed!

The feed fades to a desolate patch of land. There's nothing growing here, and the soft whistle of the wind can be heard via the camera's speakers. In the distance appears to be a sort of cabin, but that's not the main focus of the shot. In the foreground of the picture is the reigning OWF Public Display of Aggression Champion, looking out over a forest vista. The man pauses for a few seconds, as the crowd reaction dies down, before he begins to speak.

The Phoenix - Welcome, OWF and the world alike, to the End of Nowhere. I'm sure most of you are probably wondering why I'm not in Boise tonight. The answer to that is quite simple. I may not be scheduled to appear at Shit Happens to defend my PDA title--

A chorus of boos greets this statement, as Phoenix pauses. After a few seconds, he shrugs one shoulder and presses on.

The Phoenix - However, it seems that Jack Sullivan has seen fit to let me have a match at Turbulence, in which this title will be defended. And I've already been told who my opponent is. Anyone who watched Uprising this past Friday would know the man--and I use that term quite loosely--I will be facing at NLW Turbulence the day after Thanksgiving. Naturally, I'm talking about the man who calls himself a son of a bitch. Trent Steel.

The arena bursts into jeers once again, and again Phoenix seems to have expected this as he waits for the crowd to quiet down.

The Phoenix - You see, the federation may not be OWF, but I assure you. What you saw from me when last I defended this belt, you will see again at Turbulence. I assure you, Trent Steel will not be getting this belt if I have my way about it. That leads me to another subject: X-Terminator.

The roof almost seems to come off the Qwest Center as the crowd voices their opinions about the turncoat.

The Phoenix - X-T, you can try to be smarmy all you like to the NLW public. I've seen how you are here, where you come from. It's only a matter of time before everyone else discovers what exactly you are made of. But, I'll tell you this much. I hope you keep the Legacy title. I honestly do. It will make it that much sweeter when I take back what's rightfully mine from you. You claim to be an all around wrestler? This is your chance to prove it, son. Excuse me if I take your claim with a grain of salt. The fact of the matter is this - I'm going into Turbulence as the PDA champion. I'm coming out the same way, and I'll have my sights set on getting back the Legacy title. And in the end, it will be done.

The soft whistle of the wind picks up again as The Phoenix shifts his gaze back to beyond the cliffside he is sitting near, before the camera fades to black. We reopen the feed with a shot of the announcers, and a cheering crowd.

Dunn - On second thought, maybe the OWF is stronger than it seems.

Falcoon - That's what I said!

Dunn - Uhhh noooo.

Falcoon - The Phoenix taking on Steel will be huge.

Dunn - And him staying until he loses the PDA is classy.

Falcoon - Without a doubt.

We see Trent Steel walk into President CJ's office. He's on the phone but quickly hangs up as Trent comes in.

Prez CJ - Well. Well. Well. What do I owe this pleasure? I mean I'm looking at one half of my tag team champions but oh he doesn't have his belt back! Explain that to me!

Trent Steel - It's a hunk of leather and metal.

Prez CJ - A expensive hunk of leather and metal. You should have brought it back to us.

Trent Steel - Now now. It's bait. That's all it is. That's all it will be. No worries I'll have it back after Turbulence.

Prez CJ - And what if your not champ at that point.

Trent Steel - Then I'll buy a new belt to use on the show and take TLS' head through the other one for free.

Prez CJ - Whatever, so what's your next move?

Trent Steel - I'm going to send a nice message to TLS. Then. Well...I'm going to handle a little problem.

Prez CJ - I like the sound of that. Oh and Trent.

Trent Steel - What?

Prez CJ - How are you holding up?

Trent Steel - Better than some other people in a very short time.

Trent turns and leaves the office. As soon as the door shuts, CJ reaches and picks up the phone -- immediately dialing a seven digit number. He places the receiver up against his ear. Almost instantaneously, Chase slams the phone down upon hearing a busy signal

Falcoon - Steel is a man on mission.

Dunn - He always is.

The cameras follow Steel backstage, as he walks up behind JC. We see JC warming up backstage. He stops and turns to see Trent Steel standing behind him.

JC - What the hell do you want?

Trent Steel - Just to say this...

Trent extends his hand.

Trent Steel - Good job.

JC - What?

Trent Steel - Oh I can't congratulate you on a job well done? Oh right. Everyone's suppose to hate you. Truth is I don't hate you. As a matter of fact I admire that little spark of bad guy your trying to pull off. If you need some help let me know.

Trent turns leaving JC confused.

Falcoon - Steel seems to be making his rounds.

Dunn - And JC is a name people keep bringing up.

Falcoon - His attack on Moxie has gained him a ton of attention.

Dunn - And maybe not all for the best.

JC walks off, heading down the hallway and turning towards a door frame to his left. The name tag upon the door reads "JC", and he opens the door -- stepping into the dark locker room. JC flicks on the light, to see Greg Jackson standing in his locker room staring at JC.

Greg Jackson - There you are.

JC - Jesus, why did you have to be in the dark?

Greg Jackson - Uhh..

JC - Nevermind...What do you want?

Greg Jackson - In case you didn’t notice, we have a match tonight. And UNFORTUNATELY, we’re on the same team. Like me or not, it might be a good idea to come up with some strategy.

JC - You’re right. And I’ve got an idea. You ready?

Greg Jackson - I’m all ears.

JC - Ok… fuck off.

Greg Jackson - Sorry, I wasn't listening. What did you say?

JC - You stay out of my way, I’ll stay out of yours… you know? Yeah, that sounds like a good strategy to me.

Greg Jackson - Joe, how big a fan are you of handicap matches?

JC - Depends. Which side of handicap matches?

Greg Jackson - The short side.

JC - Not a fan.

Greg Jackson - Ok. Then let’s look at it this way. We’re against the World Champion tonight. We’re also against a couple of guys who nearly won the tag titles. A true tag TEAM!

JC - That depends on your definition of tag team, but go on.

Greg Jackson - And on our side, we have a bunch of people who don’t care for each other very much. I can count on myself. I can count on you to pull your weight. And then we have a guy who no one can depend on who’s obsessed with dildoes.

JC - Yeah, don't think I've forgotten about that idiot.

Greg Jackson - I’m just saying, we don’t know what this guy is gonna do.

JC - I bet it involves a dildo.

Greg Jackson - But you look at a team like Hang Ten and how well they know each other… Joe, we’re better than both those guys, and we probably know each other’s moves better than they do! I’m not asking for a tag partner, but for ONE NIGHT, it might be in our best interests to have each other’s backs!

JC - That sounds fair. You know, this is probably the longest I’ve seen you go in a long time without you doing something to make a complete ass of yourself. I'm impressed.

Suddenly, Greg’s pants fall down, revealing Scooby Doo boxer shorts.

JC - What a surprise. I'll see you in the ring, Greg.

JC walks out of the locker room, leaving Greg standing there with his pants around his ankles.

JC - Oh how I hate the entire Jackson family....

The feed cuts back to the announcers booth at ringside.

LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW, SUNDAY NOVEMBER 23RD, 2008!

FROM THE SOLD OUT US AIRWAYS CENTER IN PHOENIX, ARIZONA!

FEATURING:

OWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH

Jesse Williams (c) Vs JC Vs Jared Wave

OWF I Y MOXIE CHAMPIONSHIP
NORMAL MATCH

Specter (c) Vs Vacant

OWF BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS
PLATFORM MATCH

Trent Steel & X-Terminator / Harker (c)
Vs
Vernon Somoza & Porta Prince

OWF PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AGGRESSION CHAMPIONSHIP CONTENDERSHIP
EXCELLENT EIGHT-WAY MATCH

Eight Handpicked Superstars!

CEREAL KILLER MATCH

Greg Jackson Vs Skotty Surph

From the commecial, again the feed opens up backstage. This time, we are in the lunch room area where we see a now familiar box of Golden Grahams on a table, unattended to. And who should walk into the room? None other than Greg Jackson.

Greg Jackson - Gotta have my Grahms!

Greg walks over to the box of cereal, but as he does so, his leg catches some trip wire!

Greg Jackson - BOOBY TRAP!

Triggered from the other side of the room, we see three large throwing knives launched towards Greg! At the last second, Greg hits the dirt and narrowly avoids being impaled! The knives stick in the wall behind him and Greg gets up and dusts himself off.

Greg Jackson - Phew! That was close...

Greg then opens the box of Golden Graham and is about to pour some into a bowl when a scowl comes over his face... He pours a couple pieces out to reveal that it is NOT Golden Grahams inside... IT'S ALL BRAN!

Greg Jackson - I HATE ALL BRAN!!!

Greg looks up to the ceiling -- Greg hates all bran.

Greg Jackson - SKOTTY SURPH!!! I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!!! YOU'LL PAY YOU GREEDY FUCK!

The feed cuts from backstage back to ringside, with a view of the announcers booth.

Falcoon - This cereal war has gotten out of hand.

Dunn - What a way to come out of a commercial for Shit Happens.

Falcoon - Yeah, with a near death experience.

Dunn - Hopefully this milk curdling feud will end peacefully.

Falcoon - Hahaha. Nice one.

Dunn - Thanks.

The camera's cut to the front entrance of the arena. The door suddenly swings open and in walks an escort of personal security all wearing various X-Terminator t-shirts and memorabilia. From behind the pack of twenty walks X-Terminator, with his sunglasses in full effect.

Falcoon - X-T IS HERE!

He is also wearing both of his titles around his waist. He breathes a foul odour coming from the backstage area as he holds his nose gasping for air. He walks along with his entourage down the halls of the OWF lockeroom for a mere seconds before being swarmed by Garrett Greene.

Garrett Greene - X-T.. X-T! We are so glad that you came back to..

X-Terminator - Save it. What do you want from me?

Garrett Greene - Well, CJ is looking for you and I don't think he is pleased.

X-Terminator - When is he ever?

The remark catches Garrett off guard. He struggles before muttering out his next statement.

Garrett Greene - I realize you are confused, but I can help you see the light. The OWF has many perks that we can offer...

X-Terminator and his entourage round the corner cutting Garrett Greene off in his tracks. He attempts to by pass the big bear like security guards, but to no avail.

Garrett Greene - X-T.. X-Terminator I can help you..

The entourage continues down the hall, refusing to react to Garrett's comments. They simply ignore him and continue on their way towards the ring. Garrett sighs and turns around, seeing President Chase Johnson sprinting behind him.

Prez CJ - I'm glad you could make it, X-T.

X-Terminator turns around and glares at Chase, motioning for his entourage to back off.

X-Terminator - I'm not here for you. I'm here for the fans who paid to see X-Terminator, because you booked me without my knowledge. That's all. I'm leaving right after this match, and I'm not looking back.

Prez CJ - You can do whatever you want, but just know I always had your best intentions in mind.

X-Terminator - What the hell does that mean? You have me set up against Harker? Trying to take the belt off of a Canadian in his last match before departing to a rival federation? Where have I seen that before?

CJ stands silently, arching his eyebrows down as his glare switches to show his discontent.

X-Terminator - Well I won't let you screw me, CJ. Not tonight, and not ever.

X-T moves off, catching up with his entourage as Garrett Greene and Chase Johnson are left backstage.

Falcoon - X-T is scum. Pure scum.

The cameras follow X-T, as his entourage breaks off once he heads towards the ramp. The camera shifts and we see Trent Steel standing at the entranceway. Trent starts walking over and stops in front of X-Terminator.

X-Terminator - ...Look man.

Trent Steel - Save it. You and I have not gotten off on the wrong foot. We got a good thing going here. I don't trust a lot of people and after a lot of your bullshit your putting that trust into question. You know what's happened to those who chose to screw me over. Don't fuck this up. Go out there. Put this punk down. Retain. Because if you don't after I get done cleaning up YOUR mess with Phoenix I will come after you...And you will look like you've been through a meat grinder when I am done. Are we clear?

X-Terminator - Now don't go talking big unless you are actually going to do something.

Trent Steel - Ask yourself one thing. Do you really want a war with me? Right now your still OWF. Your going to find out real quick what happens when I decide to go to war. You don't want to be on the wrong side.

Trent starts to walk off as X-Terminator glares at him. The feed cuts to a shot of the ring, where Missy Janson is seen standing in the direct center of the canvas with the absolute attention of the booing crowd. Surrounding the ring lay about a dozen ladders, ranging in different heights from the smallest, a twelve foot ladder, to the largest, which stands at twenty feet. The cameras run a quick pan of the many steel ladders, before focusing in on Missy once more.

Falcoon - Steel with some words of...advice for X-T before his title defense.

Dunn - Didn't seem like X-T was really too intent on talking to Steel.

Falcoon - And vice versa.

Dunn - It's hard to believe that if X-T walks out victorious over Harker that X-T and Steel will have to reform the Cult of Steel--

Falcoon - According to Trent, it was never disbanded.

Dunn - Whatever. They'll have to regroup and try to defend their titles as a cohesive unit, when clearly they couldn't be on any more different pages than they already are.

Missy lifts the microphone up to her lips as the fans begin to quiet down.

Falcoon - No matter that situation, we're about to find out if X-T will even be able to defend the Tag Title at Shit Happens.

Dunn - Lets send it to Missy.

Missy Janson - The next matchup is a Ladder Match, and it is for the OWF Tears Tag Team Championship.

A large cord falls from the ceiling, dropping into the center of the ring right above Missy's head as she speaks.

Missy Janson - The Tears Title will be hung from this cable and a height of twenty feet above the ring. The first superstar to climb a ladder and retrieve the Title will become the OWF Tears Tag Team Champion.

The fans cheer loudly.

Missy Janson - Making his way to the ring first, the challenger...From Rammstein, Germany... Harker!

"Loyalty" by American Head Charge blair across the PA system, giving way to total darkness, and a smoke that begins to cover the rampway through the purple plume of fog. The verse becomes quiet, and an eerie blue light focuses on the entrance, and Harker begins to slowly make his way hazily through the fog. Once he hits the ring, the riotous bridge begins to soar and Harker climbs the turnbuckle. He beats his chest which sets off a fire pyro around the ring. The slowly shrinking flames begin to play as Harker slowly steps down and looks to the opposite corner.

Dunn - This beast has been on the verge of greatness here in the OWF.

Falcoon - Now he just has to take that one final step into the limelight.

Dunn - If he is capable of doing so.

Falcoon - Esspecially against an opponent like X-Terminator.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...He is the current NLW Legacy Champion, and current 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, keeping his eyes focused on his opponent. Draped around his waist is the NLW Legacy Championship, and the OWF Tears Title is slung over his shoulder. 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 slides under the bottom rope, removing his belts and handing them to the referee.

Falcoon - The fans miss X-T, they haven't given up on him yet.

Missy Janson exits the ring with the Legacy Championship, while the referee fastens the OWF Tears Title around the cable. Once all the buttons are snapped, connecting both straps around the loop of the cable, the referee calls for the belt to be raised. It is done so, stopping twenty feet above the ring as the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

X-Terminator immediately bails out of the ring, grabbing a twelve foot ladder and returning to the ring. Harker remains in the middle of the ring, waiting for X-Terminator to charge at him. Instead, X-T tosses the ladder across the ring and connects across the brow of Harker -- sending the big man down to the mat. This allows X-Terminator to head to the outside, grabbing a twenty foot ladder and sliding it into the ring -- followed by another twelve foot ladder. Harker slowly begins to pull himself up, but X-Terminator returns to the ring to pick up a dazed Harker and DDT him upon one of the steel ladders.

Dunn - Jesus! Harker's head just bounced off that steel.

Falcoon - It didn't bounce at all. It just stuck.

X-Terminator walks over to the largest ladder, hoisting it up onto its long legs and locking it into place in the center of the ring. Once it is set up, X-Terminator returns to Harker and lifts him off of the ladder he was DDT'd upon -- and tosses him back first into the corner. X-T bends down, digging his shoulder into the abdomen of Harker and hoisting him up to a seated position on the top rope. X-Terminator climbs up, nailing a sharp right fist to the face of Harker before hooking him up for a suplex.

Falcoon - Does X-T have the strength to do this?

X-Terminator drags Harker up to the top rope, flips him over his head with a superplex -- that X-T intentionally cuts short as he sends Harker directly into the twenty foot ladder he just set up. Harker falls down to the mat, bloody as the large ladder tumbles over and rests up against the top rope of the side of the ring closest to X-T.

Dunn - He sure did have the strength.

Falcoon - Now it's about if Harker can recover.

X-T places the twenty foot ladder back on its now dented legs, and walks over to one of the twelve foot ladders as Harker lays in pain on the mat. X-T slides the ladder straight off of the canvas, and rests it upon the guardrail -- bridging it from the ring to the ring barricade. X-Terminator then returns to Harker, lifting him off of the mat and tossing him to the outside ring apron. X-T joins him right after, lifing Harker up and grabbing him around the torso looking for an Overhead Belly to Belly suplex -- but Harker is just too big. X-T tries a second time, but Harker comes to and brings a massive bicep across the side of X-T's head. Harker then tucks the head of X-Terminator between his legs, while still standing on the outside ring apron and looking down at the ladder bridged between the ring and guard rail. In one fluid motion, Harker lifts X-Terminator up into a Powerbomb position.

Dunn - R.I.P X-T.

Harker turns, with his back facing the ring -- which allows X-Terminator to escape down over the top rope and into the ring. Harker turns around, only to have X-T drive a shoulder into his midsection and double him over while right infront of the ladder. X-T somersaults over the top rope, nailing a Sunset Flip Powerbomb on Harker right on the ladder. The sheer force destroys the ladder, bending it at over a ninety degree angle as both Harker and X-Terminator lay down on the outside.

Falcoon - X-T is obviously making a statement through Harker.

Dunn - Yeah...Basically "this is what you're missing, OWF."

Falcoon - A big fuck you, pardon my french.

X-Terminator is the first to begin moving, grabbing a hold of the ring canvas and yanking himself up onto the mat. He rolls under the ring and gasps for air, while Harker just begins to move on the outside. X-Terminator rolls onto his stomach and begins crawling towards the twenty foot ladder in the center of the ring. Meanwhile, Harker has yanked himself back into the ring and has gotten up to his feet already. X-T soon joins him as he begins to ascend one side of the ladder, while Harker approaches the otherside and begins to climb up at the same pace as X-Terminator.

Falcoon - Now it's a race.

The two men climb up the wobbily ladder, both of their eyes set on the title above the ring. They both stop about three-fourths of the way up, both being able to grab the belt at this point. They choose to put their concentration on one another as Harker holds onto the ladder with his right hand, and fires at X-T with lefts -- and X-T does the exact same back to Harker.

Dunn - No, now it's a battle.

X-Terminator nails a final punch that sends Harker down the side of the ladder -- sliding down the rungs but not crashing down. X-T looks up to the Tears Title, still about six rungs from the top of the ladder. Harker walks around the ladder and begins climbing up behind X-T.

Falcoon - This will be no good.

Harker punches X-T in the kidney, prompting him to turnaround only to have his throat grabbed by the hand of Harker. In the ring lays the one remaining closed ladder and Harker glances down at it

Dunn - X-T is going to get killed!

Harker looks to slam X-T down, but X-Terminator spins out of it and lands on his feet behind Harker. As he turns around, X-Terminator nails a right hook that drops him to a knee before Harker pulls himself up to all fours. X-T looks up at the Ladder, which only has Harker between him and it. X-Terminator runs, stepping onto the back of Harker and propelling himself up to the top of the standing ladder as it wobbles. Harker falls to the mat, in a world of hurt, while X-Terminator unhooks the title from the cable.

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

Falcoon - Well, now he's going to end up back in the OWF in a mere six days.

Dunn - Stupid ass.

Falcoon - But he will be taking the OWF Tears Title to the NLW with him when he leaves.

Dunn - Wait, what is X-T doing?

Falcoon - It doesn't include leaving, does it?

X-Terminator continues to stand atop the ladder in the center of the ring with his OWF Tears Title in his hand. Sweat pours down his forehead, as he demands for Missy Jansen to give him his Legacy Title, followed by a microphone. X-T steps up a rung, and now finds himself at the very top of the ladder balancing all of his weight.

X-Terminator - Ladies and... Ladies!

Boos echo through the arena in Boise, Idaho. The fans all stand letting X-T know exactly how they feel about him.

X-Terminator - Thank you, and I love you too!

“Traitor, Traitor” chants light up the crowd. Within seconds, the entire arena ignites in the chant of utter hatred. X-T acknowledges these cries and uses them to his advantage.

X-Terminator - Don`t even start with me, you are the ones that turned your backs on greatness. And because of this, I have been forced to retaliate. So here I stand OWF, on top of the ladder. You know what this means don’t you? It signifies my superiority over all of you, how I have soared above and beyond after leaving this god forsaken place. It signifies how I am above each and every one of you!

Garbage begins to hit the ring. Pop bottles, tissue and other various concessions are seen hitting the ring, just nearly missing X-T who remains atop the ladder.

X-Terminator - But most importantly, it shows how I am above one Joe Cool.. Ahh, I mean.. Coolio.. Ahh I mean Simply J.C. Fuck I might as well start calling you the man without a name, because I can never seem to get it right. So listen here Chavez, I heard what you had to say and must admit, that is what lead to you getting your ass thrown off the stage by my new friend and Anarchy X Champion, Jin Royale! A man who hates you almost as much as I do. You call me vermit, you call me cancer and you call me scum. You claim to be the Chemotherapy? Apparently you plan on riding the OWF of its viruses? Seriously?

X-Terminator finally moves from the top rung of the ladder. He begins to make his way down the ladder as he continues to speak, rung by rung.

X-Terminator - Did you not get last week’s memo? While you attempt to rid the OWF of its viruses, I will be riding the world of the OWF, jackass! Point being, I will make this place my motherfucking bitch!

The crowd roars in boos as X-Terminator makes his way to the mat. He looks down at a fallen Harker who is just beginning to stir. He slowly makes his way to all fours as X-Terminator continues to look on in amazement.

X-Terminator - Aint that right... BITCH!

X-Terminator quickly topples the ladder as it falls down across the back of Harker. He drops to the mat face first as the ladder lays draped across his chest. A sadistic look comes across X-Terminators face as he looks towards the ropes before running at full charge, bouncing off of the ropes, and dropping a double leg drop across the ladder which lays draped across Harkers back. Harker cringes in back as he rolls around back and fourth holding his back for comfort. The ring begins to now fill with garbage as X-T pops up to his feet and grabs the mic.

X-Terminator - Where are you JC? Or is this one of your viruses?

X-Terminator continues the assault as he grabs a camera from a nearby camera man on the apron, swings, and clocks Harker right upside the head. Blood begins to pour from his unconscious body. Many OWF refs come rushing to the ring to attempt to stop X-Ts rage. X-T pushes them all aside and jumps to the outside and onto the floor.

Falcoon - Thank god this is over.

Dunn - There is a pool of blood inside that ring. Its absolute carnage in there.

X-Terminator - Where are you JC? You want this fucking Legacy Title? You need this Legacy Title?

X-Terminator stands directly in front of the announcer booth and unstraps his Legacy Title. He holds it high in the air with another one of his sadistic looks across his face.

Falcoon - This is awful, someone needs to get this man help.

X-Terminator - Where are you bitch? Do I still need to get your attention..

Dunn - What could he possibly do n--

BOOM! Without hesitation, X-Terminator cracks James Dunn across the skull with the Legacy Title. Dunn flies back from his announce chair as he falls to the floor holding his head in the pain. Gordie Falcoon jumps back in fear not knowing what to expect. X-Terminator then pounces on top of Dunn and begins beating him with lefts and rights like a savage beast. OWF Security surrounds X-Terminator, grabbing a hold of him and handcuffing his hands behind his back with a plastic zip-tie. A member of security grabs both the NLW Legacy Title and the OWF Tears Tag Title and walking with the championships behind X-Terminator who is dragged up the ramp. Medical staff attends to Dunn, with Falcoon donning his headset once again as the cameras cut backstage. X-Terminator is led through the hallways of the Qwest Arena, towards the Parking Garage, when President Chase Johnson steps out in front of the men escorting CJ.

Prez CJ - Stop, stop right there.

The security team stops, as CJ steps right infront of X-Terminator.

Prez CJ - Take this NLW piece of trash out of my fucking sight.

X-Terminator smirks as he is dragged away, with CJ walking off screen. The announcers kick back in, with Gordie Falcoon joined now by Garrett Greene who is obviously out of breath from hustling out to ringside.

Falcoon - Folks we witnessed a very vicious attack from X-Terminator.

Greene - It wasn't necessary, but, I'm having a hell of night.

Falcoon - You sure are Garrett.

Greene - Maybe I can take Jackie's place if she doesn't come back after maternity leave.

Falcoon - Lets hope not.

The cameras follow CJ, who enters into his office and slams the door shut behind him. The feed cuts to a camera inside of his office as President Chase Johnson approaches his desk with his large black leather chair facing away from him. Suddenly it swings around, showing Josh Allen sitting in the chair of the President of the OWF. CJ stands paralyzed in anger, while Allen smirks from ear to ear.

Josh Allen - Hey pal. This is a comfy chair you got here.

Prez CJ - Yeah, so if you'll kindly get the fuck out of it.

Allen holds up his hands and stands out of the chair and walks around the desk, with CJ circling around the other way.

Prez CJ - What the hell do you want?

Josh Allen - You know what I want. I want Jesse Williams.

A loud roar is heard from the fans in attendance, who are seeing the feed live on the OWF Tron in the arena.

Josh Allen - I'm sick of playing games and I want to finish this.

CJ stands behind his desk, and Allen stands infront of it -- with both men taking a seat opposite one another.

Prez CJ - Okay. I'll do it.

Josh Allen - You will!?

Prez CJ - Yeah. December 1st, Monday Addiction in--

Josh Allen - Whoa whoa WHOA! Monday Addiction? No way, man. You're not going to pull that on me. I want Jesse on a level playing field.

CJ stares at Allen, when suddenly the door is burst open and slammed up against the wall it is hinged to.

Prez CJ - Doesn't anybody see the door knocker I installed?! That cost sixty five bucks, you dicks!

Akira Kanemura, escorted by his Agent and translator Kenneth Hamcha, walk into the office of CJ. Josh Allen glances over his shoulder, eyeing up the man who is interrupting his meeting.

Prez CJ - Ah! Akira! Ken! It's great to see you.

Ken Hamcha - We are pleased to be here.

Josh Allen - Get the fuck out of here, can't you see we are busy?

Prez CJ - Well Josh, I think we sorted out our issues. You won't face Jesse in the OWF, so that basically ends our conversation as far as you wanting Jesse Williams. The soonest I can accomodate you on getting Williams is at the joint show we are going to do in December.

Allen laughs.

Josh Allen - You'd like that wouldn't you? Have me come in to the joint show completely rusty after Turbulence and face a healthy Jesse Williams. I'm smarter than that.

Allen pushes himself out of his seat, staring eye to eye with Akira before stepping back to face CJ once again.

Prez CJ - See, I thought of that. That's part of why Akira is here tonight. Consider him as your first warm-up match for Jesse. December 8th, in Kansas City, Missouri at the Kemper Arena...Josh Allen will have his first match in the OWF, against...Akira Kanemura!

The fans roar, as Hamcha can be seen translating CJ's words to Akira who smiles.

Josh Allen - That's fine with me. I'll break his guy like a set of chopsticks.

Allen turns, bumping shoulders with Akira on his way out. Allen stops after opening the door, and glances back for a parting shot.

Josh Allen - This doorknocker looks stupid, too!

He slams the door shut, as CJ's bottom lip trembles a bit.

Prez CJ - Sorry, please, both of you sit.

Ken and Akira sit in the two chairs opposite of Prez CJ.

Ken Hamcha - Before we go any further, I would just like to express our gratitude for the help we received in the process of gaining a green card for Akira Kanemura, and a safe, legal passage to the United States for his family.

Prez CJ - You're welcome.

Akira nods, understanding a bit more english than he did a mere month ago.

Prez CJ - I brought you here for one reason, and now it has developed into a completely different situation. I wanted to bring Akira back to competition as soon as he became a citizen, but tonight we will be down a man in the Main Event. Jared Wave has gone Missing in Action and we need in a fill-in.

Ken relays the bulk of the message to Akira.

Prez CJ - I know it is incredibly short notice, but-

Akira Kanemura - I take the match, CJ.

Prez CJ - You will?

Ken Hamcha - Yes, he has come prepared for such an occasion.

CJ nods.

Prez CJ - We'll see how his effort is in the ring, but regardless we will be talking contract terms come tomorrow morning.

Ken Hamcha - Very good.

Prez CJ - Well the Main Event is about to begin. You better get ready.

Ken and Akira stand out of their seats and dart for the exit, opening the door. Akira stops in the doorway and looks at CJ.

Akira Kanemura - Door knocker is supreme!

CJ smiles nervously as Akira slams the door.

Falcoon - So Wave is nowhere to be found?

Dunn - Yep. And Akira is a replacement.

Falcoon - I wonder how Surph and Williams will adapt to this.

Dunn - I wonder what happened to Wave?

Falcoon - Hopefully he is okay.

Dunn - This gives JC, Jason Chase and Greg Jackson a huge advantage.

Falcoon - It's very low odds for Williams, Surph and Kanemura to function as a well oiled machine.

From CJ's office, the feed cuts to see Jesse Williams exit out of his locker room. He turns and comes face to face with Trent Steel.

Trent Steel - Hold it! Now before you take a swing at me. I'm not here for a fight. I'm here to talk.

Jesse Williams - About?

Trent Steel - Don't try and play stupid fuckwad. Just want you to know this whole NLW shit. Well it got me thinking about something a few people have always been talking about.

Jesse Williams - Which is?

Trent Steel - You and I would be unstoppable if we could just team up and get along.

Jesse Williams - Yeah right. That's never going to happen.

Trent Steel - Never just happened.

Jesse looks really confused.

Jesse Williams - You think I am going to team up with you after all the shit that's happened.

Trent Steel - The enemy of my enemy is my friend. See I know you had nothing to do with Josh Allen's little attempt on me. I know you aren't that fucking stupid.

Jesse Williams - Yeah so?

Trent Steel - So since that lovely piece of crap organization wants to get involved in our business. I say we do the one thing they can't combat against. Not with Draco. Not with Aph. Not with any of there so called roster. You and I...united against them. Over here. It's business as usual. But over there...Hell will be unleashed. Think about it.

Jesse Williams - And what about here?

Trent Steel - If your smart. Which I know you are. You'll stay away from Jen. You'll not piss me off because right now you have a free pass. I don't care what you do just stay out of this. Because despite the fact I want to end your professional career...I don't want to have to kill you.

Trent turns and walks off.

Trent Steel - Think about the offer...and the advice.

The feed cuts back to the announcers booth.

Greene - Steel with some life advice for everyone tonight.

Falcoon - He has made his presence known all over tonight.

Greene - I guess he's trying to be friendly.

Falcoon - It's just creepy really.

Next to the announcers booth, Missy stands up from the time keepers table with a microphone in her left hand as she shuffles her feet across the concrete towards the steel ring steps one last time.

Falcoon - If Steel wants to prove he is a nice guy, he won't stick his nose in everyones business.

Greene - I guess he thinks he is helping.

Falcoon - I suppose.

Missy skips up the steps and into the ring, making her way to the middle of the ring and immediately beginning her announcements.

Falcoon - We'll have to continue this chat another time.

Dunn - Yeah lets send it to Missy for the last match of the night.

Missy Janson - It is time for the Main Event of the Evening!

The fans cheer as the masses begin to rush back to their seats in order to catch the entrants that are about to be announced.

Greene - Here we go, Gordie.

Missy Janson - It is Six Man Tag Team Match, where the first fall will secure a victory. Coming to the ring first, from San Francisco, California... Jason Chase!

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

Greene - Regardless of the dildo, he is able to hold his own in the ring.

Falcoon - His own dildo?

Greene - Yes. His own dildo.

Missy Janson - The second member of the team, from Los Angeles, California... Greg Jackson!

PA System - Diamonds are forever...

"Diamonds from Sierra Leone" by Kanye West begins to play softly as gold sparks begin to shimmer down at the entry way.

They won't leave in the night,
I've no fear that they might
Desert me.

The song continues to play as still images of a wrestler with blue tint on the screen play. "BlackJack" flashes between each shot.

Foooooorrrrrrreeeeeeeevvvvvvvverrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

Just then, the song cuts out and the lights do as well, leaving everyone in darkness. The music comes back in, blaring over the speakers as Greg Jackson comes out on to the ramp. The fans are going crazy as Greg looks down the ramp at Jason Chase in the ring. He ignores the fans as he continues down to the ring, ignoring the outstretched hands along the way. When he gets to the ring, he climbs up the apron and then pulls himself through the ropes into the ring.

Greene - Why isn't Greg with Jackie?

Falcoon - I don't know. Ask him.

Missy Janson - And the final member of the first team, 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.

PA system - 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 climbs down, glares at the audience and warms up for his match. The three men meet up in their corner, mostly ignoring one another.

Greene - Tensions are buidling already for that team.

Falcoon - A lot of different personalities in this match. Some team is bound to break.

Missy Janson - And their opponents...Coming to the ring first, from Sakurai, Nara, Japan...Please welcome back, Akira Kanemura!

PA System - If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son...I got 99 Problems and Bitch ain't one!!

"99 Problems" by Jay-Z hits the speakers, which will always send the fans to their feet. Slowly through the curtains, Akira Kanemura appears with a stern look upon his face. The fans remain mostly emotionless as the newcomer to both the OWF and the USA trots down the ramp. Upon his face is a wide smirk, taking in all of his surroundings. He slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, quickly pacing towards his corner. He leans his back up against the turnbuckle and removes his dogtag chain, laying it on the mat. His music begins to fade, so Akira begins to stretch his legs out to prepare for his match.

Falcoon - Former Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Champion -- he knows how to work with partners for the sake of the team.

Greene - Hopefully his late addition won't hurt his team beyond repair.

Missy Janson - Coming out next to the ring, The second member of the team, from East Brunswick, New Jersey...Skotty Surph!

"Finnigan Froth" by Mephiskapheles hits as the arena goes dark. After 9 seconds sparks shoot up on either side of the entrance and Skotty Surph is shaking his arms, then throws them in the air with his pointer fingers extended. He then runs down the ramp and dives into the ring. After jumping to his feet he circles once again holding up the number one with his arms.

Falcoon - He looks lonely without Wave.

Missy Janson - And finally, the last member of the team...From Las Vegas, Nevada. He is the Current OWF World Heavyweight Champion... Jesse Williams!

The lights go black as a deep, eerie growl is heard over the PA. Immediately we hear dirty, distored guitars come in before being followed by the drums kicking in.

Walk around the room with a glaze in your stare.
In your tuxedo suit.
I will give it a name.
Lower your defenses.
Lower your casket.
Open the door and open your grave.

As the music dies down a bit, we see Jesse Williams walk out from the back- with a severe limp in his step and OWF World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. The lights come back up to a normal setting, as Jesse walks down the ramp. He takes his time walking towards the ring, making sure to take in all his surroundings and to not aggravate his knee- which is bulging from a knee brace under his black jeans. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops as the music starts to kick back in.

NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER!

Walk around the room with a glaze in your stare.
In your tuxedo suit.
I will give it a name.
Lower your defenses.
Lower your casket.
Open the door and open your grave.

YEAH!

He slides into the ring, directly under the bottom ropes and heads towards the nearest corner. He stands on the second rope, staring out into the cheering crowd as the house lights come back up.

Mediocrity is the killer.

You find yourself helpless.
Christ is not a fashoin, fleeting away.

As his music fades out, Williams begins to stretch his upper body, using the ropes and getting himself prepared. The referee takes the World Title from him and hands it to Missy, who exits the ring. Williams backs into his corner, talking with Skotty and Akira while Jason Chase and Greg Jackson both step to the outside apron. Just then, Williams breaks off and darts at JC -- tackling him down to the mat as the referee calls for the bell.

Falcoon - Jesse is going after JC!

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Williams pounds away at JC, much to the delight of the crowd -- nailing closed right and left fists that JC is unable to block. Jesse finally steps up off of JC, grabbing him by his hair and yanking him to his feet -- only to toss him through the ropes and to the outside. JC crashes to the floor, where Williams joins him and lifts JC up to his feet by his right arm. Keeping a hold of that right arm he irish whips JC at the steel ring steps with such intensity that when he connects, the top set of steel steps are sent into a non-occupied section of the crowd. JC lays on the outside, holding his shoulder in severe amounts of pain with Jesse fast approaching. Williams again lifts JC up by his hair, this time rolling him back under the ropes and into the ring. Jesse slides in, immediately grabbing a hold of JC in a side headlock and wrenching upon his neck with all his might.

Greene - Jesse wants payback and JC can't do a thing about it right now.

From behind, Skotty Surph slaps the back of Jesse -- tagging himself in. Williams pulls the head of JC back, allowing Surph to nail a shin kick across his ribs which sends him down to his knees. Williams exits the ring, returning to his corner while Surph leaps into the air and brings both of his feet across the face of JC with a front dropkick. JC falls flat to his back, and Surph hops on top of him for the cover, as the referee drops in to make the count...1...2...JC tosses Surph off of him and immediately pushes himself back up to a knee. Skotty approaches, nailing a stiff forearm across the cheek of JC which barely stuns him anymore. JC pushes both of his palms into the chest of Surph, shoving him back first up against the ropes which propel him back to JC -- who extends his right leg and cracks Skotty Surph with a devastating big boot.

Falcoon - He nearly decapitated Skotty with that.

JC stumbles to his corner, and tags Jason Chase who doesn't expect to be entered in the match. He doesn't have time to grab his dildo as Surph crawls towards him and he is forced to enter the ring. Chase brings boots across the back of Skotty's head many times. From behind, Jackson smacks the back of Chase's head and enters the ring himself now and picks up Skotty Surph -- who instantly gains his second wind. He begins to pummel Greg, who makes an exit outside of the ring with Skotty in hot pursuit. Surph runs around the ring after Jackson, and rounds a corner -- not even seeing JC extend a second big boot into his face, knocking Surph motionless down to the concrete.

Greene - Oh shit..

Falcoon - JC just..I can't even describe the impact.

JC hops back into his corner while Jesse comes around the ring and grabs Skotty's body to stop the advancing Greg Jackson. Williams retreats to his corner where EMT's are nearest and immediately enters the ring. Greg Jackson slides in, excited to lock up with Jesse.

Falcoon - Greg has been waiting for this for a whi--

Jesse charges past Greg and nails a flying elbow smash across the face of JC, knocking him off of the ring apron. The fans go nuts as Greg becomes furious, looking to attack Jesse when JC slides into the ring and takes Jesse down with a double leg takedown. The two men begin to fight with everything they have left, duking out shot after shot to one another with neither showing any signs of slowing down. Blood begins to pour from above Jesse's left eye, while JC's nose is bleeding heavily -- but they still continue to strike away.

Greene - This is insane. These two hate one another!

The referee finally pulls Jesse away from JC and pushes him into his corner, and rolls JC out of the ring. Greg again looks at Williams, but he is tapped by Akira upon the shoulder and tagged out of the ring. Greg grows incredibly angry at this point, and Superkicks the advancing Kanemura with under his jaw -- sending him down to the mat. Greg stares at Jesse, lifting Akira up slowly to his feet when Kanemura nails a shin kick to the right thigh of Greg. He nails Greg with another kick to the thigh, which staggers Greg who is paying for not devoting his attention to Akira. Kanemura runs up against the ropes, springboarding over the top and landing on the apron on the outside. He waits for Greg to notice him and Akira springboards up to the top rope, then launches himself at Jackson. Greg sees it coming a mile away and side steps Akira's flying attack. He rolls across the ring, pulling himself up and heading back to Jackson -- nailing another sharp kick to Greg's thigh.

Falcoon - Akira is breaking Greg down piece by piece.

Greene - That's about all he can try to do now.

Akira steps back, looking for a roundhouse kick with his right leg -- but Jackson ducks. He takes a stutterstep and throws his right leg up towards the jaw of Akira for another Superkick, but Kanemura is able to avoid it and nail a sharp chop across the chest of Jackson. Greg takes a step back and Akira finally executes the roundhouse kick, connecting across the side Greg's head and sending him to the mat. Jackson crawls to his corner, looking to tag in Chase but he refuses the tag.

Falcoon - What the hell?

Instead, JC tags himself in and Akira gets a serious look upon his face. The fans boo when JC gets into the ring, but Akira immediately goes on the attack. He fires right forearms into the jaw of JC, before he is pushed across the ring by the overpowering JC. Akira returns, leaping into the air and nailing a drop kick to the chest of JC -- which doesn't even phase him. JC looks across the ring and runs at Jesse -- blindsiding him with a sharp elbow that sends him up against ring barricade.

Greene - JC is just taking people out one by one!

Falcoon - Jesse may be hurt bad!

JC turns around to see Akira leap into the air and wrap his legs around his neck. In one motion, JC swings Akira up and to the left so that he is over his shoulders in a standing firemans carry. JC spins around, driving Akira back first with a sitout spinebuster and makes the cover with the referee dropping into place.

Greene - Solitare Unraveling!

Jesse slides in as the referee makes the count...1...2...3!

Falcoon - Jesse is too late!

Missy Janson - The winners of this match -- the team of Jason Chase, Greg Jackson and JC!

Greene - That turned into a clusterfuck.

The winners make their exit immediately after the end of the match. Akira rolls out of the ring soon after as EMTs come to check on him. Jesse remains in the middle of the ring, bleeding a bit, when a figure hops over the guard rail weilding a chair. As Williams turns around, the figure slides into the ring and cracks the chair over Jesse's skull.

Falcoon - Who the hell is that?

Greene - That's Wave! Jared Wave is here?

Jared Wave stands over Jesse, dropping the chair and walking over to the referee who was retrieving Jesse's World Title. Wave grabs the belt and looks down at it -- before tossing it down upon Jesse.

Greene- Two weeks in a row Jesse has been laid out.

Falcoon - And Shit Happens only in six days!

Greene - I can't wait!

Falcoon - We're out of time folks...See you Sunday!

The feed cuts to shot of the OWF logo.