A scene from earlier in the night is show. We are backstage where we Trent Steel getting into his locker room a few hours earlier than the rest of the roster. He clicks on the lights and someone is already in there.

Trent Steel - ...I thought you saw enough of me at the hearing.

The camera pans over to see Jennifer Blood Steel, Trent's wife.

Jennifer Steel - I wanted to talk to you without the lawyers.

Trent Steel - You got what you wanted. All we have to do is sign the papers on Monday and we are done. You get the kids. Everything. That's what you wanted.

Jennifer Steel - No. I want you.

Trent Steel - I'm right here. What more do you want from me? I can't be the goody goody husband you want Jen.

Jennifer Steel - I know. I accept that now but let me ask you this. Are you willing to work this out?

Trent Steel - Yes.

Jennifer Steel - Then throw the match.

Trent Steel -...You want me to throw a match.

Jennifer Steel - What's the big deal Trent? You don't even want the world title. You keep your belt I don't see what the problem is.

Trent Steel - ...You know what your asking me to do?

Jennifer Steel - Yes I do. I asking you to for once do something that I ask you to do for me.

Trent Steel - I'll think about it.

Jennifer walks past Trent and he starts unpacking his bag.

The cameras open up in the office of OWF President and CEO, Chase Johnson, as he sits behind a large black desk with his phone planted firmly to his ear. He has both of his feet up on the face of his desk, with his right foot crossed over his left foot right at his ankles. He smokes a large cigar, puffing smoke out of his mouth while listening to the person on the line.

Prez CJ - Right, No problem Jack.

CJ pauses as he glances down to a piece of paper on his desk.

Prez CJ - I know Slayer, The Ice Man and both members of Fusion in Talon and The Jackrabbit have arrived....

CJ removes the cigar from his mouth with his free hand.

Prez CJ - Yeah. I'm very excited....Yeah without a dou--

CJ stops midsentence as the door to his office is kicked in. He kicks his feet off of his desk and plants them on the floor, dropping his cigar into the ashtray while keeping his eye on the open doorway. Greg Jackson rushes in, and slams the door shut.

Prez CJ - Jack? Yo Sullivan, you there? I have to call you back.

Chase hangs up the phone and leans back in his chair, watching Jackson as he approaches CJ's desk. He takes a seat in one of the two black leather chairs opposite the desk.

Prez CJ - Please, sit down. May I offer you a cigar.

CJ opens his humador on his desk, exposing over a dozen cuban cigars.

Greg Jackson - Sure.

He reaches across the desk and grabs CJ's lit cigar, taking it between his lips and taking a deep puff. CJ sits back as Greg exhales the smoke as a wad of his spit dangles off the end of the cigar. He offers it back to Johnson.

Prez CJ - No, be my guest.

Greg Jackson - Thanks.

Prez CJ - So, what do you want? I got a Pay Per View to run.

Greg Jackson - I came here to file a formal protest of Gang Wars. There is no proof of Silence beating me as the feed cut out, it's horseshit!

Prez CJ - Are you serious?

Greg Jackson - Yes, I am.

Prez CJ - The feed cut. I know, I'm sorry. But, you put it together. You went from being on your feet when Lopes was eliminated and the feed cut. Five minutes later, you were shown on the ground...not responding to a ten count. You lost, Greg. You failed me.

Greg Jackson - I beat him earlier!  The ref was asleep!  Then I beat him again!  Silence told a really funny joke!  We fell on the floor laughing!  I was laughing for a good ten seconds!  PROBABLY MORE!  The feed came back on!  Silence got up first!  The ref woke up again!  I did not lose that match!  I swear to GOD!

CJ stares at Greg.

Greg Jackson - I'll sue you!

Prez CJ - Oh be real.

Greg Jackson - Johnny Cochran is my lawyer.

Prez CJ - He's dead.

Greg Jackson - Well, you should be super scared, then.

CJ shakes his head.

Greg Jackson - Plus, you don't know if I lost or not!

Prez CJ - Yes I do!

Greg Jackson - If a tree falls down in the forest, and no one's around, does it make a sound?

Prez CJ - Yes. It does.

Greg Jackson - Nuh uh!

Prez CJ - Uh huh!

Greg Jackson - No, shut up!

Prez CJ - It's a tree. It fucking fell and made a noise.

Greg stares at CJ.

Prez CJ - What do you want from me?

Greg Jackson - I want you to be smart and do the right thing. I think the fans deserve to see the end of Gang Wars.

Prez CJ - The guy who thinks falling trees don't make sounds is telling me to be smart?

Greg puts out the cigar in the ashtray and stands up from his seat.

Greg Jackson - Do the right thing.

Prez CJ - Okay. And I'll start by telling you to get your ass out of my fucking office. Pronto.

He turns and leaves CJ's office, swinging the door open far enough to exit and slamming it shut behind him.

We cut to the sold out Manchester Arena in Manchester, England -- as the fans are going absolutely nuts for the last show in England. Pyrotechnics shoot off from the entrance stage and the OWF-Tron while various beams of light are being shined across the arena. The thousands of fans are waving their arms in the air, trying to get onto the telecast as the live feed passes by them. The pyro stops, leaving a heavy fog in the arena while the lights still blaze all around the sections of seating. The fans slowly start to die down with the house lights coming up and the feed cutting to the announcers booth -- showing Gordie Falcoon and James Dunn, but no Jackie Kissens.

Falcoon - AHHHOOOOO! Welcome OWF fans to our last show of the England Tour...COLD BLACK DAY!

Dunn - Great.

Falcoon - Jackie Kissens will not be joining us tonight, unfortunately due to health issues -- so her replacement is none other than resident OWF Reporter Garrett Greene.

The camera zooms out to show Garrett sitting next to Dunn.

Greene - Hey guys.

Dunn - Ugh. This is worse.

Falcoon - Why?

Dunn - It's a sausage fest now.

Greene - Well...can we run down the card now?

Falcoon - Oh yes we can, and what a night we have for you.

Dunn - I'll have to agree there.

Greene - Ten matches will be happening tonight, five of them for Championships.

Dunn - Exciting.

Falcoon - And tonight we're going to see Jesse Williams and Trent Steel fight for the OWF World Heavyweight Championship, but I have to wonder what NLW's Josh Allen is thinking?

Greene - He's been backstage for several hours, avoiding any contact with Jesse Williams. It's probably for his own good, because Jesse will be in no mood tonight to deal with Allen.

Dunn - Allen's been sitting in front of that monitor backstage just nodding his head. It's like his mind is somewhere else.

Backstage, Josh Allen, wearing an NLW T-shirt, sits in a small broom closet he has turned into a locker room. His eyes jolt from one place to another, his mind numb to the noise made by others passing down the hallway. Finally, he stops looking around and pats the small TV monitor.

Josh Allen - He has to lose. For this to work, he has to lose.

Josh stands and smiles.

Dunn - That doesn't sound too damn good for Jesse Williams.

Falcoon - This is the last thing he needs going into a Japanese Death Match.

Greene - That's for damn sure.

Falcoon – We are getting word from backstage here. There is a large black limo out front of the arena that apparently demands our attention.

Greene – Who could it be?

Dunn – I have my money on Gary Busey!

The camera’s cut to the front of the arena as the a few unsettled fans still attempt to get into the building. The limo looks similar to the one seen on NLW Uprising. Many suspect an NLW superstar to exit the limo. Moments pass before the front door swings open and the chauffer exits. He slowly walks towards the back of the limo and opens the back door. A large pair of black dress shoes are shown first, followed by a black suit and red tie. The man appears to be none other than X-Terminator. He raises his black Oakley’s and smiles towards the camera. He follows up with a smooch for good measure before turning towards the backseat of the car. He reaches in a pulls out a shinny mysterious belt. He drapes it quickly over his right shoulder as it is recognized as the NLW Legacy Title belt. The crowd erupts is heard from inside, erupting with excitement.

Chauffer - The entrance is this way, sir.

X-Terminator - Thank you, Jeeves.

Chauffer - Ahh, my name is Daniel sir.

X-Terminator looks at Jeeves with an astonished look. He cannot believe that his chauffer responded in such an arrogant manner.

X-Terminator - Last time I checked, I did not pay you to speak.

Chauffer - Sorry sir..

X-Terminator - AH! What did I just say.. God damnit Jeeves, it’s so hard to get good help in this ridiculous country. And what’s with that god awful smell?

The crowd is once again heard, this time booing in an uproar towards the double champion. He can faintly hear the echoes of the chants from outside. He smiles as he adjusts his Legacy title, holding it firmly over his shoulder.

X-Terminator - Now Jeeves, if you will excuse me, my grand entrance awaits.

X-Terminator slowly walks towards the entrance of the arena leaving the chauffer behind. He walks towards the front doors and awaits for the door employee to open it for him. The door swings open and X-Terminator enters the building. The cameras follow him through the halls as he turns down one and stops in front of a closed door.

Falcoon - This should be an interesting night for the NLW Legacy Champion.

Greene - Defending the Tag Titles with Steel is always an adventure.

We see X-Terminator walk into Trent Steel's dressing room. Trent's geared up for the match.

X-Terminator - Hey bro. You ready for this shit?

Trent Steel - ...

X-Terminator - Hey man! Come on!

Trent Steel - Hm? Yeah. I'm ready.

X-Terminator - You okay?

Trent Steel - Jen wants me to throw the match.

X-Terminator - Your not serious.

Trent Steel - As NLW is the worst program on television.

X-Terminator - Well your not going to do it are you?

Trent Steel - It might be the only way to save my marriage.

X-Terminator - ...I...Wow. Shit man I guess you got to ask yourself what's more important. Your personal life or your pride.

Trent Steel - What will you think?

X-Terminator - You do what's right for you man. I'm with you either way.

Trent Steel - Thanks.

The two men remain in their locker rooms as the feed cuts back to the announcers booth.

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

The crowd cheers slightly, knowing the opener is just an appetizer.

Missy Janson - It is scheduled for a one fall...Coming to the ring first, from Manhatten, New York...Making his OWF debut, Kefka Palazzo!

The lights cut out as Dead Goon by Mr. Bungle hits the PA system After a minute, slow flashes of light strobe on and off from the rafters. Green fog begins to fill the arena and is visable only when the lights flash on giving an erie feeling. Kefka Palazzo appears from behind the backstage curtain just as the words begin and begins to march merrily down the ramp, almost dancing. A microphone can be seen in his hand and he lifts it slowly to his mouth as he stops at the edge of the ring. He lets out a twisted laugh as all four turnbuckles explode with purple flares. He runs in place with high knees for a moment before dropping the mic and climbing into the ring.

Dunn - Should be interesting to see how he does against DK.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Daytona Beach, here is Scott Kidd!

"Time" by Pink Floyd hits the PA System and Scott Kidd walks out from behind the curtains. He gets a mild response from the crowd, with a small section of fans heckling him. Kidd tries to ignore the fans and makes his way to ringside and quickly hikes up the steel steps -- stepping onto he apron, and into the ring. He slowly retreats into his corner and within a few moments of him leaning his back up against the turnbuckle, his music fades out.

Falcoon - Hopefully he fares better here than he did at Power Hour.

Missy exits the ring and the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men walk to the center of the ring, and as they meet -- Kefka reaches behind his back and pulls out a large gun. Kidd steps back, tripping to the mat as Kefka pulls the trigger.

Dunn - SHIT!

A big flag shoots out, saying "Bang!" which pisses off Kidd, but sends Kefka and the fans into a loud laughter.

Greene - That jerk.

Scott pulls himself up and charges at Kefka, grabbing him around his thighs and pulling him to the mat with a double leg take down. Kidd immediately locks Kefka in an armbar, but using his slight of hand -- Kefka easily slips out of the submission and pulls himself up to his feet. Kidd rises to his feet and locks up with Kefka immediately. Kidd swings to the side, locking Kefka in a side headlock, which Kefka immediately turns into a back drop. Scott's head bounces off the mat, but he slowly rolls onto his side right after the impact as Kefka hops back up to his feet. He lifts Kidd up to his feet by his hair, but as he stands Scott throws a right hand that connects with Kefka's face. He steps back, allowing Kidd to step forward and grab a hold of Kefka's right hand. He attempts to irish whip Kefka -- but as he pulls on his arm, a fake hand detatches from the sleeve of Kefka, who steps forward and nails a huge clothesline.

Falcoon - He's tricky!

Dunn - I liked that trick. Do more! Do more!

Greene - Kidd is hoping for less.

Kefka reaches down, while on his knees, grabbing a hold of Kidd's head and lifting him up to a seated position. From there, Kefka thrusts his head forward three times and nails three straight headbutts to the forehead of Kidd's face. He promptly lifts Kidd up, with both men a little staggered from the head shots, which allows Scott to throw a sharp left elbow across the jaw of Kefka. Kidd grabs the back of his head, thrusting Kefka's face downward into his lifting right knee which sends him down to the mat holding his face. Scott stumbles along side of Kefka, walking towards the ring ropes and beginning to climb up the corner. He gets to the top without many troubles, and takes a bit to pull himself up. On the way to pulling himself up to his feet, he turns to see Kefka up and charging at the ropes. He falls onto the top rope, which sends Kidd down to a crotched position on the top turnbuckle.

Greene - That doesn't bode well for little DiK's.

Dunn - Thank god.

Kefka slowly pulls himself up to his feet, walking towards Scott in the corner and grabbing him around the head in a side headlock while standing in the ring. He yanks Kidd down and sits out, delivering a bulldog from the top rope. Kidd holds his face in pain while Kefka picks himself up and hols his arms in the air. He reaches down, grabbing Kidd by his right arm and tugging him to his feet. He places the top of his head under Scott's jaw, but he pulls away -- booting Kefka backwards into the ropes. He bounces off and lunges at Kidd, looking for a spear.

Falcoon - Look ou--

Kidd lifts his right knee, connecting with Kefka's head and tucking it between his legs. He butterflies his arms and quickly lifts Kefka up, and promptly driving his head straight down into the match.

Dunn - The Basher! That's it!

Greene - Luck! Pure luck!

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

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...SCOTT KIIIIIDD!

Both men begin to exit the ring, with a nice reaction from the crowd. As Kidd exits up the ramp, ring technicians wheel out a metal cart with a ten foot steel pole on it.

Falcoon - That match was better than I expected for an opener.

Greene - I see big things for Kefka.

Dunn - And if DK keeps it up, he'll find himself back in the thick of things very soon.

Falcoon - I agree with you both.

Greene - Guys looks like we're setting up for the Dildo on a Pole Match.

Dunn - Oh goody.

The feed cuts backstage where we see Hang Ten hanging out in their locker room, preparing for their Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Title Match. The two men are sharing words that aren't picked up by the camera, but they both seem excited for the nights ahead of them. Just then, within sight of the camera, their locker room door slides open and both men jump up to their feet. They lift their fists, preparing for a fight when they see Jesse Williams as the man who is walking in. He hobbles out of the way of the door as he slams it shut and stands before both men.

Skotty Surph - Hey Jesse.

Jared Wave - What do you want?

Jesse Williams - Listen, I know I have been a little brash by the way I approached you two about Moxie. I've been dealing with a ton of shit, and it's no excuse- but I came here to apologize, like a man, and to pledge my help tonight if things get out of hand out there.

Skotty Surph - No need to apologize man. Thanks for your word that you'll back us up.

Jared Wave - Yeah. Thanks, but no thanks. We can take care of ourselves- plus, don't you think you should be concentrating on taking care of yourself? You look like shit.

Williams glares at Jared, and Skotty shoots him a glance over his shoulder.

Skotty Surph - Don't listen to him. He's just overly focused.

Jesse Williams - I get it.

Skotty Surph - And know that if things get out of hand in the Main Event, we'll be there.

Jesse Williams - That won't be necessary. No matter the case, you and Jared stay out of it.

Skotty nods as Jesse extends his hand down to Skotty, who promptly shakes it. Williams turns to Wave, and extends his hand to him as well. Jared glances down at Jesse's right hand, then back up to his face before turning his back. Jesse smirks and shifts his weight onto his left leg as he begins to make his exit. He pulls open the door and steps back out into the hallway, with the cameras remaining inside Hang Ten's locker room.

Skotty Surph - Hey man, what's your problem with Jesse? He came here to apologize and to offer to watch our backs, and you blew it.

Jared Wave - Listen, regardless if he's a homewrecker or not I don't have a problem with Jesse. I just think we can take care of ourselves, and we should.

Skotty Surph - Then why so blu-

Jared interrupts Skotty, mid-sentence.

Jared Wave - Come on Skotty, I don't have much time before my match. Let's go over our strategy for the Tag Match once more. We can't be plagued with thoughts about Jesse when we're so close to Tag Gold.

Skotty Surph - Alright..

The two men return to their original seats, as the feed cuts back to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - Hang Ten just rejected the Champ.

Dunn - That's the way I'd go.

Greene - They may have burnt a bridge they can't rebuild.

Dunn - You can't fault them for being concentrated on the Tag Match. It's huge for them.

Greene - Indeed.

The feed cuts to a view of the ring, which protruding from one corner is a ten foot steel pole. Dangling from it is a purple dildo, hanging just above the top turnbuckle. In the corner of the screen we can see Missy Janson stand up from her seat at ringside and make her way towards the steel ring steps.

Falcoon - Well folks, as you can see, it is time for the Dildo on a Pole Match.

Dunn - What a disgrace.

She skips up the steps, onto the apron, and quickly slips through the ropes into the ring. She walks to the center of the ring, with a microphone in her right hand, and stops to face the live feed. She brings the microphone up to her mouth, held tightly in her right hand.

Missy Janson - The next matchup of the night is a Dildo on a Pole Match. The first competitor to retrieve the dildo from the ten foot pole in the corner and use it upon his opponent wins the match. 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.

Dunn - If Jackie was here, she'd be torn.

Garrett - Maybe torn a new vagina between the two of these guys.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, 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. Greg walks over to the turnbuckle leans his back up against it, looking up at the Dildo in the corner adjacent to him. His music slowly dies down as Missy turns and exits the ring.

Falcoon - We would like to take this time to wish Jackie Kissens the best. She has been very ill lately and we hope she gets better soon.

Greene - And we are keeping her and her baby in our thoughts.

The referee signals for the match to start.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men stare at each other, then look up to the dildo. Immediately they both make a break for the corner, with Greg getting there first. He scrambles up the turnbuckle, only to be yanked down to the mat by Jason Chase. Chase then begins to climb up the corner, but Greg pulls him down to the mat. Greg turns to Chase who pulls himself right up, and he gets ready to fight. The two men slowly circle one another, now only focused on the match itself. As they lock up, Greg nails a leg sweep on Jason Chase which takes him down to his back. Jackson begins to head back to the corner, but Chase grabs a hold of his boot. Greg kicks his leg violently, trying to get free but it is no use. He turns back to Chase and lays a stomp across the back of his head, trying to break his grasp. Chase holds on tight, and slowly begins pulling himself up behind Greg.

Falcoon - Both men just want to get the object and get the match over with.

As Chase gets up to his feet behind Greg, he grabs him in a reverse waist lock -- mostly to keep him from charging towards the pole. Greg tries to free himself, but quickly ends up on the receiving end of a german suplex onto the back of his head. He slides into the corner opposite of the pole, holding his back while Jason slowly pulls himself up from one knee.

Dunn - This could be the break he needed.

He looks over to the dildo and begins to walk to the corner, but Greg rolls up to his feet and sprints after him. Greg tackles Chase from behind, driving him chest first into the turnbuckle. He stumbles out into the middle of the ring, as Greg stands up once again right behind him. He places both hands onto Jason's shoulders and leap frogs over him, towards the pole. Jackson scales up the corner, grabbing a hold of the dildo but Chase steps under Jackson -- lifting him to a seated position on his shoulders. Greg pulls the dildo free, but Chase falls backwards and drops Jackson flat to his back with an electric chair drop.

Greene - Greg has the dildo.

Dunn - I'm scared.

Falcoon - Not any more. He dropped it.

Greg rolls around on the mat as Chase takes his time getting back up to his feet. The dildo lays on the mat, with neither competitor aware of where it is. Jason Chase pulls himself up to one knee and his eyes become fixated on it. He reaches down and grabs it with his right hand, before pulling himself up to his feet. Meanwhile, Greg has his back turned while pulling himself up from a seated position on the mat.

Falcoon - Now Chase has it.

Dunn - And I'm even more scared.

Jason Chase waits for Greg to pull himself up, and he does so rather quickly. Greg stumbles around, and ducks a swinging shot taken at him by Chase with the dildo. As Jackson avoids the strike, he bounces off the ropes and runs back at Chase whose momentum has staggered him into the middle of the ring. He turns around and wildly swings the dildo at Greg, who is able to baseball slide through Chase's legs -- grabbing the dildo on his way and low blowing Jason with it as he slides under. Both men drop a hold of the dildo, with Jason being stunned from the crotch shot and Greg pulling himself up from the mat. The two men look down at the purple dildo, which is equidistant between both men as it lays in the middle of the ring.

Greene - Who's gonna get it first?

Greg dives for the dildo, but Chase steps forward and places his boot on top of it -- preventing Greg from lifting it off the mat as he grabs it. Jason lifts the face of his boot up into Greg's face, breaking his hold on the dildo and allowing Chase to roll it backwards towards him. As he bends down to pick it up, Jackson lunges to his feet and brings all his strength down across the back of Jason with a double axe handle smash, knocking Chase down to one knee. Greg picks up the dildo and swings it around like nunchucks as he stands to his feet. He spins it at a high velocity under his arms and from his left hand to his right. The fans laugh as he slaps it up into his arm pit and grabs a hold of it -- while striking a martial arts pose. Chase pulls himself up and watches as Greg tosses the dildo across the ring, missing Chase, and smacking the referee between the legs.

Dunn - Oh christ!

Greene - Dildo to the balls!

Chase picks up the dildo, while the referee holds his manhood -- yet keeps an eye on the match. He runs at Jackson and swings it wildly at him, but Greg ducks and pulls it from his hand. Out of nowhere, Greg smacks Chase right across the jaw with the dildo as he swings it backhandedly at him.

Falcoon - And it's a wrap!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...GREG JAAAACKSON!

Greene - Good for him.

He drops the dildo and takes in the fans warm reaction. He slowly slides out of the ring, and is passed by ring technicians who look to dismantle the steel pole from the turnbuckle.

Dunn - And bad for Chase. That's twice in two shows he has been decked with a dildo.

Falcoon - You never want to be on the receiving end of a dildo held by Greg Jackson..

Greene - Yeah, you would know.

Dunn - Ohh! Burn!

Falcoon - Ugh, I set myself up for that one.

We cut to the backstage lockeroom area as we see X-Terminator walking down the halls to the chagrin of many of the onlookers. Filthy Rich, Rockstar and Raven Talon are few of the men seen grimacing at the NLW champion. He carries on down the hall with a rather large grin on his face. He eventually stops at a door. The label on the front reads “Prez CJ.” X-Terminator contemplates knocking, rather, he swings the door open and enters catching Prez CJ unaware reading the recent OWF reviews.

X-Terminator - Prez CJ! Just the man I wanted to see...

Prez CJ - What the hell? Haven’t you heard of knocking?

X-Terminator - Hey what’s with the hostility? Look, I brought something for you.

X-T grabs the NLW Legacy title from his shoulder and drops the gold abruptly on CJ’s desk. Chase looks over the title in amazement, hesitating to deliver a response.

X-Terminator - It’s the NLW Legacy Title. I won it for us.

Prez CJ - And what about my PDA Championship?

X-Terminator - Umm, ahh.. I consider it a casualty of war.

Prez CJ - A casualty of fucking war?

Prez CJ erupts in anger. He stands planting his hands firmly on top of his desk. The vein in his forehead slowly begins to grow.

Prez CJ - Let me get this straight.. You went behind my back, made a deal with Sullivan to participate on an opposing show, Then you went on to compete on that show and lose one of my titles? What am I to be excited for?

X-Terminator - It’s the Legacy Cha...

Prez CJ - I don’t care what the fuck it is! This title is fucking worthless to me if you didn't win it cleanly. You better hope Wave gets my title back tonight, because if not, it’s all going to be on you. Now get the hell out of here, you have a match to get ready for.

Chase Johnson grabs the Legacy title off of his desk and throws it to the floor. X-T becomes enraged at the situation as he reluctantly bends down to pick up his title. He grunts as he storms out of the president’s office.

Falcoon - CJ isn't pleased with X-T.

Dunn - And I think X-T seems pissed off right back at CJ.

Greene - This is no good.

The feed cuts from CJ's office, to the hallways of the Manchester Arena. There, we see newly signed OWF superstar Tommy "The Ox" Morella walking backstage. From behind him, we see OWF Reporter Sum Yung Ho rushing towards him with a microphone in hand. She catches up to him, but The Ox ignores her.

Sum Yung Ho - Tommy...How does it feel to be in the OWF?

He continues walking, not paying any attention to Sum Yung Ho.

Sum Yung Ho - Who do you have your sights set on for your first match?

Again there is no response, as Tommy "The Ox" just marches on.

Sum Yung Ho - Any words for the fans at home?

Tommy extends his right hand and pushes the camera man down to the ground, smashing his equiptment down to the concrete and sending the feed to static. After only a moment of the buzzing noise from the snowy picture, the feed cuts back to a view of the ring, where Missy Janson is standing while receiving a thunderous applause.

Falcoon - I guess he's not too friendly.

Dunn - How'd you get that impression?

Greene - Will you two shut up? It's time for Wave versus JC!

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

Missy Janson - The following matchup is a Pure Rules Match and it is scheduled for a one fall. In this type of match, no moves are allowed from the top rope, each superstar is only permitted three ropebreaks and the match must take place entirely in the ring.

The fans cheer.

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

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

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

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

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

He enters the ring and steps back into the nearest corner.

Greene - JC is in the best shape of his career, and he is fixated on ending this feud with Wave tonight.

Dunn - This is Jared's first match of three tonight, so hopefully he isn't looking too far ahead.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from East Brunswick, New Jersey...Jared Wave!

"Beer" by Reel Big Fish hits as the lights flash blue and green. Pyro hits and Jared Wave walks out, spins real quick while walking and holding his arms up to the spectators.

Falcoon - He may be overwhelmed tonight, but this is also his shot to get himself really noticed.

Jared rushes to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He poses in the corner while Missy exits the ring, and the referee waits for her to sit down before calling for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

JC immediately rushes across the ring, taking Jared Wave down with a huge clothesline. JC wastes little time, immediately reaching down and grabbing a hold of Jared by his hair and lifting him back up to his feet. He unleashes a knife edge chop across the chest of Wave, sending him right back down to his back upon impact. Showing signs of impatience, JC again lifts Wave right back up to his feet -- this time, shoving him backwards into a stumble. Jared gets hung up on the top rope in the corner, hitting back first with minimal force. JC, standing in about the middle of the ring, take three steps back with his eyes focused on Jared. He then breaks off into a full sprint, heading directly at the corner Wave is stranded in -- but at the last second, Wave swings both of his feet up and they catch the approaching JC directly across his face. Staggering backwards, JC covers his face and allows Wave time to pull himself together. He doesn't take the time to do so, choosing instead to charge out of the corner immediately at JC. At the last second, JC stops stepping back and plants his feet -- catching Wave running at him from between his fingers. Jared's chest crashes into JC's, who then wraps both of his arms around the torso of Wave. In one fluid motion, he throws Jared across the ring with an overhead belly to belly suplex -- sending Wave crashing flat to his back upon the canvas.

Greene - JC is a man on a mission.

Dunn - This is what you call a "payoff" match, Garrett.

Falcoon - I'm sure he knows that.

Greene - I do. This feud has been going on for a long time.

Dunn - It's true. For all we know, it could have been Jared Wave and JC getting a Tag Title Shot tonight.

JC picks himself up immediately, with Wave laying right next to the set of ropes nearest to the announcers booth. JC covers Jared, and the referee drops into place...1...2...Wave puts his left foot on the rope.

Dunn - That's one rope break. Only two left.

Falcoon - He could have kicked out of that.

Greene - JC is trying to take away any advantage or escape Wave has.

Dunn - Taking away the top rope and the ability to leave seems to be doing well so far.

JC plants his knees to the mat, then reaches down to grab a hold of Jared by his hair. As JC picks himself up to his feet, he drags Wave up right behind him. Both men stand and JC releases a hold of Wave's hair, rearing back with his right hand and throwing a wide haymaker forward. Jared is able to avoid it by ducking under the swinging arm of JC, standing directly behind him in wait. JC spins around and he's met with a dropkick to the chest that sends him down to a knee immediately. The fans slowly begin to get behind Wave as he steps forward, tucking the head of JC between his legs. He bends forward, wrapping his arms around the waist of JC and attempts to lift him up. JC doesn't budge, so Wave attempts a second time to yank JC into the air. Once again JC doesn't move, prompting Wave to step back and throw a high knee into the head of JC. A dazed JC has his head shoved back between Jared's legs, and Wave again wraps his arms around his waist to lift him. Instead, JC flips Jared over with a back body drop -- but Wave over rotates and lands on his feet, back to back with JC as both men stand up tall. The two competitors turn around, with Wave throwing a right hand that catches JC across the jaw. Wave grabs a hold JC around his neck with a front face lock, following it up by tossing the left arm of JC over his head. He tries to lift JC up with a suplex, but JC seems firm in his stance. A sharp knee by Wave brings a cough from the lungs of JC, who is then snap suplexed by Jared Wave showing his strength.

Falcoon - Finally an impact move.

Dunn - Wave has been working out. You can tell.

Greene - You checking him out?

Dunn - No! Jackie told me!

Falcoon - Jackie isn't here.

Dunn - ...Fuck.

Wave immediately rolls to his feet, looking at JC who takes a bit of time to get back up to his feet. JC gets up to one knee, then yanks himself up with his back to Wave. The fans cheer loudly as he spins around and Wave sends a toe kick towards JC's stomach. At the last second, JC grabs a hold of Wave's right foot -- sending him into a hop on his left leg. Wave gains his balance, then flings his foot upward and catches JC with an enziguri across the side of his head which staggers JC up against the ropes. He hooks his right arm at the armpit over the top rope, using it for balance as Wave approaches. He grabs JC by the left wrist, looking to irish whip him across the ring -- he succeeds in pulling JC off of the ropes, but JC spins and holds onto the hand of Wave. He pulls himself back and nails a shortarm clothesline across the throat of Wave, sending him back flipping down to the mat as the fans set in with a smattering of boos. JC holds his head from the earlier kick, looking down at Wave who is gasping for air. JC reaches both of his hands down, grabbing Wave by his head and lifting him up to his feet. Once there, JC wraps both of his arms around the waist of Wave in a reverse waist lock and nails a bridging German Suplex as the referee slides in to make the count...1...2...kickout by Wave.

Dunn - Give Wave credit, he can take a beating.

JC picks himself up, shooting a look at the referee while walking towards Wave who lays on his stomach after kicking out. He stands over Wave, allowing him to push himself up to all fours on his hands and knees. The fans boo JC as he smirks, then extends his hands down to Wave. JC grabs the head of Jared, lifting him up and tucking Wave's head between his legs, reaching down and grabbing him around his waist and lifting him up into a powerbomb position. Wave reigns down with closed fists to the face of JC, but he seems to have no intention of letting Wave down easy. In a last ditch effort, Wave spins backwards and tries to flip JC over with a hurricanrana -- but JC is able to grab Wave around his thighs, and prevent himself from being propelled over.

Dunn - Uh oh.

Wave hangs upside down from his legs, which are on the shoulders of JC -- when he is yanked up into the air, into a powerbomb position again. JC wastes little time, sitting out and executing a Powerbomb into a pinning situation. The referee slides in, and starts the count...1...2...kickout by Wave!

Falcoon - It's obvious how much this match has changed Wave's style.

Greene - Not for the best, either. He's taking a beating.

Dunn - But he keeps on ticking.

JC stands up, growing more aggitated with the referee. He tries to place his rage upon Wave, dragging him back up to his feet and lifting a knee into his ribcage. JC lifts Wave's upper body up, executing a chop across his chest which sends him back down to the mat again. Wave rolls over, away from JC who just steps forward and begins pulling Wave right back up to his feet. He immediately grabs Wave in another reverse waist lock, but Jared sandbags JC by hooking his legs around the knees of JC and stopping a German Suplex attempt. JC lowers Wave's feet back to the mat, only to receive an elbow to the side of the face from Wave -- who then tries to pry JC's clasped hands apart. It's no use, so he throws a second right elbow back -- again catching JC across his cheek. Instead of trying to break the grasp of JC's hands, Wave gets cocky and throws a third right elbow back. JC sees it a mile away and ducks it, which keeping his arms slightly clasped around Wave's waist. Jareds momentum from swinging his elbow back spins him around, into a front waist lock. JC immediately tosses Jared over his head with a release Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. Wave over rotates, and is able to counter the move by landing on his feet. He turns around, to see JC running at him to take him down with a clothesline that sends Wave flipping down to the mat again.

Dunn - Christ!

JC falls on top of Wave, as the referee falls in to make the count.

Falcoon - Another cover!

1...2...Wave grabs a hold of the ropes, breaking the count.

Greene - That is his second.

Dunn - Better save that third.

JC stands up, pounding the mat and yanking Wave up to his feet violently. He tucks Jared's head between his legs again, making a throat cutting gesture out to the booing fans. Wave pulls the legs of JC out from under him, and tucks the right ankle of JC into the back of his knee. Jared clasps his hands around the legs of JC, and turns him over into an Elevated Cloverleaf as he drives his knee into the back of JC. JC immediately grabs the ropes, breaking the submission.

Greene - JC finally uses his first rope break.

Both men lay flat on the mat, with the fans cheering louding for Jared. At the exact same pace, JC and Wave roll onto their sides and begin pushing themselves up.

Falcoon - This is going down to the wire.

JC gets up to one knee, while Wave chooses to stay on both knees. The two men stare at each other, then force themselves up to their feet. Wave attempts to strike first, stepping forward and throwing a weak right hook at JC. He is able to duck it, and tuck his head into the midsection of Wave -- using his momentum to lift Jared up into a standing firemans carry.

Dunn - Solitare Unraveling! This is it!

JC spins Wave around, looking to drive him forward with a sitout spinebuster -- but Wave elbows him across the forehead as he is tossed. After the strike, he spins on his own accord and drives JC's face down into the mat with a laid out facebuster. As JC's face hit's the mat, Wave immediately hooks both of his legs and rolls him up for a pin.

Falcoon - COUNTER!

The referee drops in and makes the count...1...2...3!

Greene - He did it! He pulled it out!

JC kicks out just a second too late as Wave rolls off of him, and slides out of the ring holding his head and ribs in a lot of pain. The fans give a huge ovation to both men as JC looks furious in the ring.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...JAAAARED WAVE!

Falcoon - Jesus, what a great match.

Dunn - My jaw is still on the announcers table.

Greene - Who knew Wave could muster so much offense against JC without being about to fly off the ropes?

Dunn - Nobody. I don't think anybody gave him a chance of hanging around, and he obviously did a lot more than hang.

Falcoon - This match was not about the result, folks, it was about two men out there pouring there hearts into that ring.

Greene - Completely. They are both winners in my mind.

We go to the lunch room area backstage. Skotty Surph is entering and he goes over to the table with all the wrestler’s requested food items on it. Skotty stops suddenly, staring in horror as he sees his box of Golden Grahams tipped over on its side. He walks up to the box to find it’s open already, and completely empty inside. All that remains are a few Golden Grahams scattered across the floor.

Skotty Surph - NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Just then, one of the cafeteria workers enters with a plate of fruit. Skotty sees him and bats the plate out of his hands, sending fruit everywhere! The worker is obviously very startled as Skotty grabs him by the collar and lifts him up against the wall!

Skotty Surph - WHO DID THIS?!?!?!

Worker - W-w-w-what are you talking about?

Skotty Surph - MY FUCKING GOLDEN GRAHAMS!

Worker - I don’t know what you’re talking about!

Skotty Surph - LOOK AT THEM!!!

Skotty sets him down and points at the box of empty Golden Grahams, forcing the worker to see what he’s talking about. The man looks down at his feet as his lip starts to quiver.

Worker - I don’t know what happened…

Skotty Surph - LOOK AT ME! LOOK ME IN THE EYE!!!

The worker looks up at Skotty with tears in his eyes, as Skotty looks as angry as we’ve ever seen him.

Worker - I-I-I-I-….. I don’t know who did…… this…

The man starts to sob as Skotty calms down slightly.

Skotty Surph - You’re lying… Now I’m going to ask one more time. Who stole my Golden Grahams?

Workers - Please, sir… he said he’d kill me if I told anyone!

Skotty Surph - I’LL KILL YOU IF YOU DON’T TELL ME!!!

Worker - OKAY OKAY!!! It- …IT WAS GREG JACKSON!

Skotty Surph - THAT SON OF A BITCH!!!

Worker - HE SAID HE’D KILL ME! HE’S SO BLACK, HE’LL DO IT! I just know he’ll pop a cap in my English ass…

Skotty Surph - GREG JACKSON!!! I’LL GET YOU FOR THIS… IF IT’S THE LAST THING I DO!!!

Skotty exit’s the lunch room looking like a raving lunatic as the cafeteria worker slumps to the floor and starts bawling, curling up into the fetal position.

Falcoon - Uh oh. Did Greg Jackson have a post match snack?

Dunn - If he did, Skotty is going to kill him.

Greene - I can't believe he is pissed about this. He freaks out worse than Vacant did when he found out Jesse hooked up with his Mom.

Dunn - Golden Grahms are serious business.

From the cafeteria, we cut to the office of President Chase Johnson. Across from him, stands the winner of the Gang Wars Match -- Silence.

Prez CJ - What do you mean you don't want the shot? I gave you til tonight to decide what you were doing with it? World, PDA or "I Heart Moxie"; it's not rocket science.

Johnson stands from his chair, slapping both palms down on his desk and leaning forward toward Silence, glaring fiercely at condescending contender.

Silence - I mean exactly what I said. I don't want it. End of story.

Prez CJ - No. No that's not the end of the story. I've got Greg Jackson beating down my door, wanting to see footage of the end of Gang Wars while we were away on commercial break. Every bit as talented as you, and he's chomping at the bit for a title shot.

Silence - Then give him one. Greg's a talented guy. I won Gang Wars because I didn't like the alternatives of being beaten bloody or knocked unconscious. I didn't win it for some title shot. I never even asked to be in it in the first place.

Prez CJ - Come on. You beat Jesse Williams for the ASW World Title. Don't you want to stick it to him again? Just say the word and I can have you headlining in the majors. A shot at any title in the OWF.

Silence - Shhh...

Silence raises a finger to his lips, perking an ear up. Johnson glances at the door nervously.

Prez CJ - What is it?

Silence - That's the sound of me not asking for a title match.

Silence turns, walking casually from Johnson's office while Johnson calls out after him desparately.

Prez CJ - Come on. The world wants to see it. You owe me this!

The feed cuts to a view of the ring to see Missy Janson positioned directly in the middle of it, with both of her hands around the microphone -- with her arms clasped behind her back as she waits for the live feed to switch to the arena. As it does the announcers chip in their voice overs.

Falcoon - Enough about that, time for a very special Interfederation Tag Team Match.

Dunn - Not really. El Plaga renounced the OWF.

The camera zooms in on Missy as she stares out into the crowd to begin her announcements.

Missy Janson - The next matchup is a Tag Team Match for the New Legends of Wrestling Tag Team Championships!

The fans explode into a very mixed reaction at the mention of NLW.

Falcoon - Some fans want to see this match, others don't.

Greene - I'm one of those leaning towards wanting to see it.

Dunn - Same here. Even though Somoza and Prince have betrayed the OWF -- they are still on our roster.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the challengers...from Haiti and Mangua, Nicaragua respectively -- Porta Prince and Vernon Somoza; El Plaga!

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 -- while Porta Prince appears as if he was behind the pyro the whole time. Smoke flies out of his nose as Porta goes towards the ring. Somoza has on Sunglasses smoking a large Cigar and carries the Nicaraguan Flag on a pole and waves it towards the crowd. He walks towards the ring blowing smoke at fans and mocking them as the music blares. Both men step into the ring and Somoza places the flag atop one of the corners and Salutes it. Then he and Porta stand atop the turnbuckles and take in the boos from the crowd as their music fades out.

Dunn - This is their first shot at Tag Team Gold in a Tag Match.

Falcoon - Somoza got a shot at the Tears Tag Title against Steel, but wasn't able to beat him.

Greene - Now they have a chance to impact NLW's tag title division and etch their names along side a very limited list of names.

As El Plaga returns to their corner, Missy lifts the microphone up to her lips and begins to announce the champions.

Missy Janson - And their opponents, they are the current NLW Tag Team Champions...Here is Talon and The Jackrabbit; Fusion!

Close Friends' by Adema begins to play and a ying-yang appears on the big screen as strobe lights fill the arena, flickering on and off. Onto the ramp walks Talon and The Jackrabbit side-by-side, their eyes scanning the crowd. The Jackrabbit tips back his head and begins to laugh, and Talon gives him a look from the corner of his eyes, a peice of lead-piping in one hand. Talon walks now to the ring, followed closely by The Jackrabbit who skips along behind him. Talon slides under the ropes into the ring, as The Jackrabbit bounces onto the apron and climbs through the middle rope. Talon climbs the nearest turnbuckle, holding his arms out as The Jackrabbit crosses the ring and leaps onto the opposite, lifting two index fingers and giving his salute to the crowd. Both men then return to their feet, and Talon tosses his lead-piping to ringside. The referee then takes the Tag titles from around their waists, handing them outside the ring to Missy as she exits. He immediately calls for the bell.

Falcoon - And we are off with the first sanctioned title match with another federations championships being defended.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Talon steps into the ring, as does Somoza -- with Porta Prince and The Jackrabbit stepping out through the ropes in their respective corners. Both Vernon and Talon slowly begin eyeing one another up from across the ring, slowly stepping towards each other in the middle of the ring. Somoza extends his right hand out, looking for a handshake -- but as Talon looks out to the fans to see what he should do, Vernon grabs a hold of Talon around his right wrist. He irish whips him against the set of ropes behind him, with Talon bouncing off back first and heading back at Somoza. The two men collide, with neither of them budging from the shoulder charge attempt by Talon. Somoza yells and points to the ropes to the left, inviting Talon to run -- he obliges Somoza, sprinting towards the ropes. He propels himself off of them and charges back at Vernon who has backed himself into the middle of the ring. Again the two men impact one another as Talon's second shoulder charge is brushed off by Somoza. Instead of antagonizing Talon to bounce off the ropes again Somoza back peddles himself into a stagger, catching himself backfirst on the ropes. He uses the added momentum to run at Talon, looking for a shoulder block of his own, but he is obliterated by a whipping clothesline across his throat from a well prepared Talon.

Greene - Finally got Somoza down.

Falcoon - You can see how this match is going to go when these two are in the ring.

Talon slowly pulls himself up to the fans delight as he brings the sole of his boot down upon the right knee cap of Somoza. He rolls over onto his side, away from Talon, but he just finds himself with a stiff kick across the small of his back. Vernon rolls over onto his back, allowing Talon to grab a hold of both of his feet. He lifts Somoza's legs off the mat, splitting them apart before bringing a right elbow down across the inside of Somoza's right knee. He reaches down with both hands in some pain, while Talon picks himself up and casually walks to his corner. Talon extends his hand, tagging The Jackrabbit -- who springboards over the top rope, and into the ring to the applause of the crowd.

Dunn - 'Rabbit's in to do some damage to Somoza now.

The Jackrabbit immediately grabs a hold of Somoza's legs, lifting them off the mat and grapevining his leg between them. He rolls Somoza over into a Sharpshooter, as Vernon can be heard yelling out in pain.

Falcoon - Hysteria! The Jackrabbit has Hysteria on Somoza!

Vernon is able to claw his way along the mat rapidly, hooking his right arm upon the bottom rope and prompting a break.

Greene - He got lucky there.

Falcoon - He's just not nearly beat down enough yet.

The Jackrabbit releases the hold and steps out into the center of the ring, shifting his weight between his right and left leg as he leaps back and forth. Vernon uses the ropes to balance himself as he gets up to one knee, then under his own power pushes himself up to his feet. He turns around to see 'Rabbit charging at him. He lunges, driving his shoulder into the stomach of Vernon Somoza and spearing him down to his back on the mat. Somoza rolls over, holding his midsection as The Jackrabbit takes in the crowds approval. He grabs a hold of Somoza by the hair, tugging him up to his feet and dragging him towards his corner. The Jackrabbit tosses Somoza back first into the corner, then tags in Talon -- who measures up Somoza in the corner and nails a back elbow across his head. With Vernon very dazed, Talon grabs him by the back of his head and pulls him out of the corner -- leaning Somoza back first against the ropes and grabbing a hold of his right arm. Talon irish whips Somoza across the ring, approaching the center as Vernon bounces back first off the ropes. He heads back, only to be decked by a big boot to the face from Talon. Somoza hits the mat and Talon drops to his knees, covering Vernon. The referee slides into place and makes the count...1...2...kickout by Somoza.

Dunn - Vernon is taking a severe punishment in there.

Falcoon - He needs to get out of there, and soon.

Greene - Fusion is just too good of a team.

Dunn - They aren't tag champs of NLW for nothing.

Talon pulls himself up, talking towards the feet of Somoza. Talon hooks the right ankle of Vernon under his right arm pit, and rolls him over into a standing Half Boston Crab. Somoza yells out in pain, again reaching out for the ropes as Talon continues to work on his knee. Somehow, Somoza pulls himself through the legs of Talon and turns it into just a single legged Boston Crab, and he is able to lunge to tag in Porta Prince. He steps into the ring, with Talon unaware of the tag and still holding Somoza in the submission, and dives forward with a thrusting elbow directly to the base of his skull. Talon flops face down to the mat, holding the back of his head and releasing the hold on Somoza.

Falcoon - Finally.

Dunn - We'll see how Porta fares.

Greene - El Plaga fans should hope that its better than Somoza did.

Vernon pulls himself from the ring while Porta goes to town with stomps across the back of Talon. Every time he tries pushing himself up, Prince is right there with a boot to the back or the ribs to send Talon back down to the mat. Porta raises his arms, drawing the ire of the crowd and allowing Talon some time to recover. Once he gets to one knee, Porta Prince yanks Talon up to his feet -- and thrusts a european uppercut across his jaw that staggers him back into the corner. Porta runs in, splashing Talon up against the turnbuckles, then grabbing him in a reverse front face lock and sprinting out of the corner. Porta sits out and drives the face of Talon directly down into the mat with a bulldog. Porta immediately lifts himself up, and grabs a handfull of Talon's hair -- dragging him towards his corner. A recovered Vernon Somoza makes the tag, entering the ring and unleashing a soccer kick to the ribs of Talon as he pulls himself up to all fours. He flops over onto his back, prompting Somoza to extend his right arm out and drop an elbow across his chest.

Dunn - El Plaga has gained control now.

Falcoon - They have to work as a team.

Vernon pulls himself up to his feet, backpeddling across the ring -- when he breaks into a sprint and nails The Jackrabbit with a sharp forearm across his jaw which catches him off guard. His reaction is to enter the ring, to which the referee doesn't allow and turns his back to the legal competitors. This allows Porta Prince to get back into the ring as both members of El Plaga try to stomp the life out of Talon. Finally, 'Rabbit exits the ring which sends Porta out of the ring as well before the referee turns around. Somoza rolls Talon onto his back and covers him, with the referee sliding into place to make the count...1...2...kickout!

Greene - That was close. That dirty tactic almost won them the match.

Dunn - Dirty or not, they need to be smart about that kind of stuff.

Somoza yells at the referee, then grabs a hold of Talon by his arms and drags him up to his feet. Once there, Talon fires a desperation strike that catches Somoza across his jaw and dazes him. The crowd roars as Talon rears his arm back again, but this time his wide swinging blow is ducked by Somoza who spins behind Talon. Somoza locks his hands infront of Talon, wrapping him tightly in a reverse waistlock with his arms. Talon tries freeing himself, but instead throws his right elbow back and again catches Somoza off guard. The strike to the bridge of his nose sends Vernon staggering backwards towards the center of the ring, and allows Talon's second wind to kick in.

Falcoon - Make the tag!

Greene - 'Rabbit obviously wants it.

He shakes his arms in a rage and runs at Somoza, knocking him down to the mat with a thunderous shoulder charge. Somoza holds his chest in pain on the mat, prompting Talon to immediately lift him up. He grabs Somoza over the shoulder and around his thigh, lifting him up over his shoulder for a scoop slam -- but Vernon floats over, dropping to his knees as he hits the mat behind Talon. Porta steps into the ring, causing the referee to come to him and try to get him out -- which allows Somoza to nail Talon with a low blow as he kneels behind him, sending Talon down to the mat once again.

Falcoon - That's cheap.

Dunn - That's working as a team for you. You said they had to do it.

Falcoon - But not like that.

Porta exits the ring, and the referee turns back around to be passed by a limping Somoza. He tags Porta back into the ring, exiting promptly as Prince hops back in. Talon tries crawling to his corner, but he is cut off by Porta. With Talon on all fours, Prince reaches down and grabs him around the neck in a side headlock. Porta drops to one knee, keeping Talon grounded in the center of the ring still unable to make the tag.

Falcoon - Now it's Talon who needs to get out of there.

As Porta Prince wrenches on his neck, Talon slowly begins picking himself up to his feet as the fans get behind him. Porta keeps the side headlock on Talon as he gets up to his feet, then thrusts his right elbow directly into the sternum of Prince. Talon again brings an elbow into the midsection of Porta, which breaks the side headlock. Talon takes a step back and throws a furious right hand at Prince which he dodges -- wrapping his arm around Talon's neck and grabbing him into another side headlock.

Dunn - Another one?

Greene - He wants to wear him down.

Out of nowhere, Talon wraps about his arms around the waist of Prince and nails a High Angle Back Drop on Porta Prince -- dropping him right down on the back of his head.

Falcoon - What a counter!

Both men lay on the mat, looking towards their corners and begin positioning themselves facing their partners. Talon crawls along his stomach, as does Porta Prince -- each heading in opposite directions towards their corners. Both Somoza and The Jackrabbit have their arms outstretched into the ring, waiting for the tag. The fans in the arena begin a chant of "Fu-sion! Fu-sion!", even though Prince and Talon are neck and neck. Somehow, Porta dives and tags in Somoza who steps into the ring.

Falcoon - Tag for El Plaga!

Talon reaches out his hand, and slaps the hand of The Jackrabbit as Vernon Somoza walks with a full head of steam towards him. In a single bound, The Jackrabbit springboards up to the top rope from the apron and extends both of his legs towards the head of Somoza. He connects with the springboard dropkick, sending Somoza sliding backwards across the mat.

Dunn - What a move by 'Rabbit!

Greene - A series of hot tags, and Fusion got the best of that one.

Somoza slowly begins pulling himself up, as 'Rabbit picks himself and runs at him. Vernon is able to get to his feet before Rabbit reaches him, but for some reason Porta Prince tags himself back into the match by slapping Vernon's back.

Falcoon - What the hell!

As 'Rabbit reaches him, Vernon meets him with a toekick -- with Porta entering the ring and running across the ring at Talon. Talon is able to get into the ring as the two men begin brawling on the opposite side of the ring.

Falcoon - Mayhem! Absolute mayhem!

Somoza tucks The Jackrabbit's head between his legs, and wraps his arms around his waist.

Falcoon - Somoza looking to take out The Jackrabbit and give Porta the win.

Dunn - If he can handle Talon across the ring.

Suddenly, 'Rabbit lifts Somoza up over his back -- grabbing his legs over each of his shoulders to keep Somoza from falling back. From this awkward position, The Jackrabbit sits out and drives the head of Vernon Somoza directly into the mat.

Greene - What the hell was that?!

Dunn - That's called The Last Laugh.

On the otherside of the ring, Porta Prince has irish whipped Talon across the ropes. He runs back at Prince, who bends over looking for a back body drop on the sprinting Talon -- but he stops dead in his tracks. In one swift movement, he tucks the head of Porta between his legs and immediately lifts him up into a Powerbomb position. The Jackrabbit pulls himself up slowly, seeing Porta being held up and he immediately charges towards his partner -- who is positioning himself with his back to one of the corners. In a single bound, 'Rabbit leaps up to the top rope and turns around, facing Porta as he is held up on Talon's shoulders in the Powerbomb position.

Falcoon - I've seen this one!

The Jackrabbit leaps off, wrapping himself around the back of Prince, hooking both of his arms in the process, while Talon delivers the powerbomb on Prince -- dropping him right on his head. As the impact occurs, 'Rabbit holds Prince in a crucifix pinning position which sends the referee sliding in to make the count.

Dunn - The Synergy! It's over!

1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winners of this match...and STILL NLW Tag Team Champions...THE JACKRABBIT AND TALON...FUUUSION!

Falcoon - I like Fusion. They have great teamwork.

Dunn - A lot better than a lot of teams in the OWF.

Greene - Give credit where credit is due, El Plaga came out firing.

Dunn - Impressive as hell. But again, they come up short.

Falcoon - Those guys are going to have to win soon, or else their defection won't seem so bad.

Greene - So, the NLW Tag Titles stay at home.

Dunn - Oh well. We hardly have enough teams for our own.

Greene - Stop bashing on our tag division.

The cameras cut backstage to see Greg Jackson walking down the hallway backstage. In his hands, he has a large salad bowl FULL of Golden Grahams! Not just any Golden Grahams, though. No no no, these are Skotty Surph’s cherished Golden Grahams. Greg takes a big bite, laughing with his mouth open as he eats.

Greg Jackson - HA HA HA HA! YEEEEESSSSSSS! MINE!!! ALL MINE!!!

Greg then enters a locker room and sees a full bottle of vodka on the bench seat. No one else is in the locker room.

Greg Jackson - Hey… that’s Gary Busey’s bottle of vodka… and he’s not here drinking the shit out of it… Gary Busey NEVER leaves his vodka unattended! Something’s WRONG!!!

Greg takes another delicious bite of cereal as he walks up to the bottle of vodka. He notices a white piece of paper underneath it, which he grabs. After unfolding it, he reads it aloud.

Greg Jackson - “Greg Jackson… if you ever want to see your PRECIOUS Gary Busey again, you’ll meet me on top of the Manchester Arena before the end of the show. Bring LOTS of Golden Grahams… I am NOT fucking around here.”

Greg crumples the paper and tosses it to the ground.

Greg Jackson - So… that’s how you want to play, Skotty Surph? Fine, I’ll be there. But I’ll be ready…

He scowls viciously, then takes another scrumptious bite of cereal, bringing a wholesome smile to his face.

Falcoon - ...Well, I guess that feud took a turn for the worst.

Dunn - Anytime someone goes the route of a kidnapping with a ransom, BOOM...Felony right there.

Greene - What about in England?

Dunn - Uh, I don't know.

Falcoon - Well, Skotty Surph may just find out.

We cut backstage, as we see Zack Perry waiting patiently propped up on crutches outside of Valtiel's room, a clipboard covered in legal looking documents dangling in his left hand, a grim smirk pulled back on his crookedly scarred lips. He grumbles mildly to himself while he waits.

Zack Perry - It's hard to find good help these days.

Silence - Maybe that's because you've burned one too many bridges.

Perry pivots on his heel, adjusting his crutches to remain standing as he nearly tips over in surprise, Silence having crept upon him without making a sound.

Zack Perry - SeeLee ol' buddy, good to see you back. Very impressive performance in Gang Wars. Did my heart proud. It was like watching a smaller version of Cree-

Silence - Shhh...

Silence raises a finger to his lips. Perry falls silent, glancing around the hall, nervously looking for something out of the ordinary.

Zack Perry - What? What is it?

Silence - Can't you hear it?

Perry perks up an ear again, listening to the dead silence.

Zack Perry - What?

Silence - That's the sound of everybody left who cares what happened in MVW. Let it die, old man.

Zack Perry - So this isn't a social call then.

Perry leans back against the wall beside Valtiel's door, folding his arms and hugging the clipboard close to his chest.

Silence - Business. I wanted to talk about my Gang Wars prize.

Zack Perry - Johnson already told me, you're passing on the title shot.

Silence - Not exactly.

Perry raises an eyebrow in interest, bracing the clipboard against the crook of his crutch and fetching a pen from his inside suit pocket.

Zack Perry - Do continue.

The cameras cut back to ringside, showing the announcers booth as all three men remain speechless. Around the ring, many weapons are scattered in preparation of the PDA Title Match.

Falcoon - I wonder what that is all about.

Greene - Hopefully we can find out soon.

Dunn - But before that happens, we have another interfederation match!

Missy Janson stands up from her seat at ringside and avoids the objects around the ring, pulling herself up onto the apron and entering the ring with a microphone in her hand.

Greene - This is a match I have been looking forward to.

Falcoon - As have a lot of people.

Missy reaches the middle of the ring, and immediately lifts the microphone up to her lips -- beginning the announcements.

Missy Janson - The following matchup is scheduled for a one fall under PDA Rules -- and it is for the OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship!!

The fans begin a chant of "P-D-A! P-D-A!", prompting Missy to hold back her announcements.

Falcoon - The fans are gettin rowdy.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from East Brunswick, New Jersey...Earning his shot by winning The PDA Championship Contender Series...Jared Wave!

"Beer" by Reel Big Fish hits as the lights flash blue and green. Pyro hits and Jared Wave walks out with a bit of a limp in his step. The fans applaud him loudly as he approaches the ring, glancing at the various weapons around the ring before sliding under the bottom rope and retreating to his corner. His music slowly fades out as Missy awaits for the crowd to quiet down.

Dunn - The fans are showing Wave the ultimate respect right now.

Greene - So much so that it is keeping Missy from announcing the Champion.

Once the fans settle down, Missy speaks into the microphone 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 - The fans respect his abilities, but they want to see Wave pull out the victory.

Dunn - I can't blame them. Phoenix represents the NLW, he shouldn't be holding that belt.

Greene - It was a legal title change.

He walks to the corner and The Phoenix pulls on the ropes a couple of times. He hands the title to the referee who holds it up then hands it to Missy before she exits the ring. She returns to her seat at ringside with the belt as the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Jared and The Phoenix begins circling one another, feeling each other out while keeping a firm eye on ringside at the many weapons. To start off the match, Wave runs at Phoenix and baseball slides between his legs. He picks himself up behind him, nailing a flipping dropkick to the back of The Phoenix and sending him stumbling forward. Wave picks himself up, looking at The Phoenix as he gets up to his feet and turns back to face Jared. Wave immediatey charges at him again, hooking his arm and floating around behind the back of Phoenix. Wave eventually lands on his feet, with The Phoenix in a front face lock. Wave tries to fall back to drive The Phoenix's head to the mat with a DDT, but Phoenix wraps his arms around the midsection of Wave -- clasping his arms behind Wave's head while still held in the front face lock. Instead of executing the DDT, Jared is tossed by The Phoenix into a release Northern Lights Suplex -- crashing down across the small of his back as he hits the mat, immediately rolling himself up to a seated position with both of his hands holding his back.

Falcoon - The Phoenix is allowing Wave to get in his licks.

Dunn - But he's being sure to keep close tabs on him as well.

Greene - It's all part of a major plan.

Falcoon - He must know he is no match for Wave's speed...

Dunn - And Wave is no match for Phoenix's strength.

The Phoenix rolls over onto one knee, and pushes himself back up to his feet. He keeps his eyes fixated on Wave, who still remains on the mat trying to push himself up from his seated position. The Phoenix remains behind Jared as he picks himself off the canvas, and gets back up to his feet. As Jared stands, he stumbles around to be booted in the lower abdomen which doubles him over. The Phoenix wraps his arm around the neck of Wave in a front face lock, but immediately hoists Jared into the air as The Phoenix falls back. He falls to his back, as Wave falls from midair and gets driven directly down onto his forehead with an Implant DDT. Upon impact, Phoenix immediately rolls Wave over onto his back and drapes his body over Wave's chest -- while the referee drops to the mat to make the count...1...2...kickout by Wave. The Phoenix doesn't argue, or get frustrated -- he simply grabs Wave around the back of his head, and begins lifting his back off of the mat. He grabs Wave around the throat, walking towards the nearest set of ropes. The Phoenix lifts Jared up into the air with his right hand around his neck, then spinning around one full turn. The Phoenix drops Wave outside of the ring, nailing a Spiral Chokeslam right onto the outside ring apron. Wave's body abruptly smashes against the ring, as he then hangs there motionless.

Dunn - Wave is very lucky he didn't get dropped to the floor.

Falcoon - Would have been the end of this match.

Greene - Fuck that, it would have been the end of his career.

The Phoenix promptly exits the ring, dropping down to the concrete floor and turning Waves upper body under the ropes. Jared lays there, with his legs out over the ring arpon -- when The Phoenix lifts up Wave's right foot and lays it on the bottom rope.

Falcoon - What's this about?

The Phoenix looks down on the floor, grabbing a hold of a large black bag and setting it into the ring. He then picks up a set of steel cookie sheets and weilds one into each of his hands. He faces Wave and brings both of the items together across his right ankle -- sending a thunderous crack echoing through the arena. Jared slides his body along the mat, pulling himself away from The Phoenix on the outside of the ring. Once a safe distance away, Wave reaches down and holds his right foot in some pain. The Phoenix immediately slides into the ring, sans cookie sheets, and begins to approach the fallen Wave. He lays a leaping stomp right his right foot onto the right ankle of Jared, who claws along the mat with his fingernails trying to pull himself away. He hooks his hands on the bottom rope, struggling to push himself up while The Phoenix continues towards him. He reaches down, helping Wave up to his feet and leaning him against the ropes. Out of nowhere, Wave throws his left knee up and catches Phoenix in his diaphramn -- knocking the wind out of him. He bends over a bit, trying to catch his breath, allowing Wave to flip over The Phoenix in an attempt for a sunset flip. Once Wave realizes he can't budge The Phoenix, he uses his grip on the front of Phoenix's thighs to slide himself through his legs and pick himself up back infront of Phoenix -- in the same exact position pre-sunset flip attempt. Wave tucks the head of The Phoenix between his legs, looking for a powerbomb -- but Phoenix lifts Jared up and nails a huge spinebuster on him, driving him back first onto the mat. Phoenix immediately rolls off of Wave and towards the black bag that Phoenix laid into the ring. From inside of it, The Phoenix pulls out two kendo sticks. Meanwhile, Wave has rolled out of the ring and is on one knee with a chair in hand. He quickly rolls himself back in, as both men meet in a staredown. Wave weilds the chair back, but The Phoenix nails a hard shot across the right thigh of Wave with one of the kendo sticks. This stops the chair shot and allows Phoenix to nail a second shot with one of the kendo sticks, this time using his right hand and bringing it down across the forehead of Wave. He drops the chair and holds his head, with blood beginning to roll down his face.

Dunn - This doesn't bold well for Wave.

The Phoenix swings both sticks and takes out the legs of Jared Wave. Once he hits the mat, The Phoenix hooks his leg up with Wave's and locks him into an STF with the kendo sticks across his throat. The referee checks on Wave, who pushes him away as he tries to fight off the pain. With Phoenix's weight, Wave's movements are extremely limited. He is able to reach to the black bag where he pulls out an empty beer bottle which he cracks up against the face of Phoenix. It doesn't break, but it splits Phoenix's lip wide open and breaks the STF as he drops the kendo sticks. With The Phoenix stunned, Wave discards the beer bottle and begins pulling himself up. He has a severe limp in his step now, as he walks to the ropes for balance upon standing. The Phoenix regains his composure and stands himself up, approaching Wave and pulling him off the ropes. He brings a sharp right knee up into the abdomen of Wave, tucking his head between his legs and pointing out of the ring towards the announcers table.

Falcoon - There's no way he can toss Wave that far!

Dunn - I'm bailing anyways.

Greene - I'm with James.

The announcers leave their positions, taking off their headsets as the fans all stand up around ringside. The Phoenix bends down, wrapping his arms around the waist of Wave and hoisting him up into a Powerbomb position. He isn't about to hold him long, as Jared swings back and executes a stunning hurricanrana that sends The Phoenix through the ropes and crashing down to the floor. As Wave pushes himself up in the ring, the announcers return to their posts.

Dunn - False alarm.

Wave approaches the ropes, watching as The Phoenix lifts himself up to his feet. Jared grabs the top rope and slingshots himself over the top rope, looking for a cross body block -- but The Phoenix catches him in a fallaway slam position. Intead of tossing him around, he spins Wave's legs around and drives them ankle first into the steel ring post.

Falcoon - Phoenix is really going after that ankle now.

The referee drops down on the outside as Phoenix pins Wave on the concrete, making the count...1...2...kickout.

Greene - Wave is in trouble, he should just stay down.

Phoenix leaves Wave on his back as he walks around to his feet and lifts up his rightleg. He applies a knee bar to Wave, wrenching on the ankle as he yells in pain. The referee is right there to check on him, but Wave isn't giving up. Wave is able to bring his left boot up and bring it across the face of The Phoenix, breaking the submission hold and sending him down to floor. Wave slowly crawls back towards the ring apron, hoisting him up and dragging himself under the bottom rope to get into the ring. The Phoenix is hot on his trail, following him into the ring and slowly approaching his head. He grabs two handfulls of Jared's hair and begins to tug him to his feet, where he is met by a blunt fist from Wave in his stomach. Wave then nails a short angle elbow to the sternum of Phoenix, who releases his grip on Jared's hair as he stands straight up. Wave gains his balance and hobbles up against the nearest set of ropes, running back at The Phoenix -- who thrusts his foot up and catches Wave with a boot to the gut upon his return. Immediately The Phoenix locks Jared in a front face lock, then hoists his arm over his head. He lifts Jared up into a vertical suplex position, holding him there for many seconds showing his strength. Wave begins kicking his legs, trying to free himself -- but The Phoenix drops to the mat and drives Wave's shoulders and neck directly to the canvas with a delayed Brainbuster.

Dunn - Just when Wave gets some offense, Phoenix is there to stop him immediately.

Greene - You have to begin how to wonder how this will hurt him in the Tag Match.

The Phoenix wastes no time, as he spins himself up to his feet and immediately drags Jared back up as well. He wraps his arms around Wave, looking for a Belly to Belly Suplex but Jared is able to catch The Phoenix with a left forearm to the jaw. Wave falls to one knee as The Phoenix backs off, with both men trying to regain their senses. The Phoenix comes to and immediately runs at the crouching Wave, who leaps up into the air to nail an unassisted enziguri across the face of Phoenix -- sending him down to the mat like a ton of bricks. The fans are cheering for both men at this point, with Jared Wave gaining his second wind and pulling himself up to his feet. He waits for The Phoenix to pull himself up, and he stands in a haze from the kick from Jared. He stumbles around and walks right into a dropkick from Jared that nails Phoenix right across the side of his face. He falls flat to his back, with the impact sitting him up holding his head. Wave looks behind him, and charges off against the ropes facing the seated Phoenix -- bouncing back and bringing his right knee directly across the face of Phoenix. This move sends Wave down to the mat in pain, grabbing his right ankle in pain as his adrenaline cuts off -- with The Phoenix covering his face with both hands in pain.

Dunn - Wave is in a lot of pain.

Falcoon - He just has to manage a little bit more in order to win here.

Jared crawls on all fours towards the ropes, using them to hold himself up while he tries to recover. The Phoenix lays on his side, removing his hands from his face and planting them on the mat. Jared quickly lifts himself up to his feet with help from the ropes, while on the other side of the ring The Phoenix is up to one knee and seems to be struggling to get up. Jared looks over his shoulder to see The Phoenix beginning to push himself up to his feet, and Jared turns to face him. Wave charges at The Phoenix as he stands back up, leaping into the air and taking him right back down with a cross body block. Instead of covering him, Jared hops right back up to his feet and stands waiting for The Phoenix to pull himself up. As he starts to, Jared takes a few steps back and crouches down.

Falcoon - He's measuring the Phoenix up!

Wave charges at The Phoenix again, looking for a right hook but Phoenix catches it and locks Jared into a full nelson. He lifts him up and slams him right down onto the steel chair Wave brought into the ring earlier. Instead of wasting time, he immediately drags Wave up to his feet and grabs him in a reverse waist lock -- tossing him over his head with a release German Suplex. Jared somehow flips out of it and lands on his feet as The Phoenix picks himself up and turns around. Wave throws a toe kick that is caught by The Phoenix, who spins Wave around and grabs him into a standing dragon sleeper. He wrenches on Jared's neck in the middle of the ring, as the referee checks on the challenger who refuses to give up. Phoenix then falls backwards, nailing a Reverse DDT on Wave who lays motionless on the mat.

Falcoon - Phoenix seems to be a little much for Wave, he's very tired.

Dunn - I can't blame him. JC took a lot out of him.

The Phoenix lays on his back, gasping for air as well. He begins moving first, rolling toward the nearest set of ropes in an attempt to use them to hoist himself up. He does so, as Wave lays motionless on the mat behind him. Once back on his sturdy feet, The Phoenix shoots a glance down at Wave and slowly approaches him, bending down and reaching for his head once again. Wave catches The Phoenix by surprise, grabbing his head and rolling him through into a small package. The referee counts the pin once he drops into place...1...2...The Phoenix rolls out of it, with both men picking themselves up to their feet at the same time. Jared strikes first with a snapping side kick to the jaw of The Phoenix, prompting him to fall flat to his back in pain from the sudden and unexpected impact. Wave looks down and grabs a hold of the steel chair from earlier in the match, and he begins walking towards the corner nearest to The Phoenix's prone body. He slowly exits onto the outside apron, and begins climbing up the turnbuckle -- collecting himself into a crouched position on the top rope, still holding the chair. Jared leaps off, executing a backflip and nailing a Shooting Star Press with the chair across his chest right onto The Phoenix, who yells in pain upon the impact.

Falcoon - Jesus!

The fans explode with the highstakes move, with Jared rolling off of the The Phoenix and holding his own midsection in pain. Both men are in severe amounts of pain, both laid on their backs as the referee checks on them. Jared is the first to begin to move, rolling onto his side and pushing himself up to all fours while The Phoenix remains prone on the mat holding his ribcage on both sides.

Dunn - Now Wave needs to capitalize if he wants to win!

Wave pushes himself up to his feet, seeing The Phoenix laying flat on his back -- prompting Wave to bend down and pick up the very dented steel chair once again. He turns his back to The Phoenix and begins to climb up the same corner he just leaped from. He cautiously takes each step slowly, pulling himself up to a crouched position on the top as he spins to face the ring.

Greene - He's trying to end Phoenix's reign right here!

Jared Wave stands on the top rope, but The Phoenixs runs and leaps to the second rope. He grabs a hold of Waves arm which causes him to drop the steel chair, swinging him down to the mat with an armbar takedown. He crashes to the mat on his back and immediately The Phoenix swoops down to Jared's legs, grabbing a hold of his right leg and grapevining it -- then locking Jared into an ankle lock.

Dunn - Blaze of Glory!

Falcoon - There's nowhere for Wave to go!

Jared tries reaching out his hands towards the ropes, but can't budge himself. He begins to tap out upon the mat with The Phoenix breaking the hold.

Greene - Wave had to give up for the sake of the tag match.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...and STILL OWF Public Display of Aggression Champion...THE PHOENIIIIIX!

Falcoon - Great match!

Dunn - The Phoenix starts off his PDA Championship reign strong as he picks up the victory over Jared Wave.

Greene - And Wave still has one more match to go.

Dunn - He's one for one so far.

Jared Wave and The Phoenix meet up in the center of the ring, both extending their hands and engaging in a handshake which brings a huge roar from the crowd.

Dunn - And they show each other respect. True competitors.

Falcoon - Wave has to look forward if he is hoping to head out of Cold Black Day with a victory in the rubber match of his series of matches.

Greene - Hang Ten has a good shot to do so.

Cut to the backstage area, where Specter, I Heart Moxie Title around his waist, knocks on the door of Valtiel. A few moments pass, and the evening's I Heart Moxie challenger opens up, glaring at his opponent.

Valtiel - What the hell do you want?

Specter - Just wanted to show a little sportsmanship. Wish you luck and all that.

Valtiel - Yeah, thanks. I'm not counting on luck.

Specter - A man who doesn't leave anything to chance. Not my style, but I can respect that. I also wanted to give you a little peace offering. Whatever happens in the match tonight, no hard feelings.

Reaching into his pocket, Specter's left hand emerges with a freshly laced joint, which he holds up for Valtiel.

Specter - Heard you're a fan of the grass and as a fellow smoker, I thought I'd share some quality herb. People with our habit really have to stick together if we're ever going to get this shit legalized.

Valtiel - Do you really think I'd take something like this from you?

Specter - Nobody says you've got to smoke it now. I just wanted to pass it along. If you want to smoke it after our match, or before to take the edge off, well that's up to you. But enjoy, pal.

Rolling his eyes, Valtiel takes the offering.

Valtiel - See you in the ring.

Falcoon - What a Gesture of Friendship.

Dunn - Ha! Good one Gordie.

The feed cuts to the ring, where we see Missy Janson standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in her right hand and a roll of duct tape in her left.

Greene - Time for a big time grudge match.

Falcoon - Lets go to Missy for the intros.

Missy Janson - The next matchup is scheduled for a one fall, and it is a Shut The Fuck Up Match -- with the loser having their mouth duct taped shut.

The fans hoot and holler, excited to see the two men go at it.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, 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. 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 Silence to be announced.

Falcoon - It's great to have Ray back.

Dunn - He did great things at Power Hour.

Greene - Not as great as Silence. Did you see that thing he did off the motorcycle to Angel of Death?

Falcoon - Sure did.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Hell, Michigan...The man emerging from Gang Wars as the Last Man Standing, Silence!

"Hostile Apostle" by 311 begins to play as the lights slowly fade to black. A lone spotlight ignites to shine down upon Silence as he appears on stage. The light follows him down the ramp and into the ring. The arena slowly lights up and Silence waits in his corner as Missy exits the rings, and steps down the steel steps as she returns to her seat. The referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men lock up immediately, and the fans go nuts. Ray slips behind Silence, locking him in a reverse waist lock which Silence slips out of. He spins around the back of Lopes, locking him in a reverse waist lock of his own. Ray immediately throws a sharp left elbow back, catching Silence in his right temple and breaks his grasp on Ray. This allows Lopes the times to sprint towards the opposite set of ropes, charging back at full speed at Silence -- who extends his right arm out looking for a clothesline. Lopes ducks under, spinning around behind Silence and awaiting him to turn around. As soon as he does, Ray digs his shoulder into the stomach of Silence and lifts him up -- only to take his legs out and drive him back first to the mat with a spinebuster. Ray immediately pounces, mounting Silence and throwing rights and lefts down at the face of Silence who is still stunned from the impact to his back.

Falcoon - Ray coming out strong.

Dunn - It's his type of match. He has to.

Silence fights back, rolling Ray over onto his back and then mounting him. He then throws a barrage of short elbows at Ray, some of which are blocked which forces Silence to pull himself up. He allows Ray to stand up, and once he does the two men lock up again. Silence immediately swings behind Lopes, locking him in a hammerlock. He wrenches Ray's arm back, but somehow Lopes is able to spin out of it and yank Silences right arm behind his back. Instead of keeping the hammerlock, Ray throws a right forearm to the back of Silence's head -- dazing his opponent. Silence swings around and by luck only catches Ray with a spinning back fist that sends Lopes to his knees. Silence slowly pushes himself up, recovered from the strike from Ray and he grabs him into a front face lock. He tosses Ray's arm over his head into a suplex position, and lifts Ray vertically into the air.

Greene - What strength!

Silence falls back, dropping Lopes to the mat with the delayed vertical suplex. Silence immediately pushes himself up to his feet, reaching down to grab Lopes by his head and slowly bringing him to a standing position as well. Once there, Silence pushes Ray back first against the set of ropes behind him. He nails a short left jab, stunning Lopes long enough for Silence to irish whip Ray across the ring. He bounces off the ropes, running back at Silence who bends over and sends Lopes flipping over his head with a back body drop. Ray crashes to the mat, back first, and Silence shows off to the crowd who cheers him on.

Dunn - Pay attention to Lopes, he's been in control for most of this match!

Silence turns back to Ray, who has rolled up onto his left side. Silence approaches, and grabs Ray by the right arm and lifts him up to his feet. He nails a short forearm that staggers Ray backwards, and he slips through the ropes. He falls onto the apron, and Silence joins him on the outside of the ring, pulling Ray up to his feet.

Falcoon - Great. This doesn't spell anything good for 2 of the last three men in Gang Wars at Power Hour.

Ray and Silence fight on the outside apron, both men going back and forth with rights and lefts. Ray gets the upper hand, and turns his back to Silence as he runs towards the corner. He climbs up, turning around as he stands on the second rope looking at Silence on the apron -- who is now running at him. Silence nails a right elbow into the midsection of Lopes, sending him to a seated position on the top rope facing the outside of the ring. Silence begins climbing up, getting up to the top rope before Ray nails a low blow which stops his progress.

Dunn - This is dangerous territory!

Ray lifts Silence onto his shoulders, and stands up on the second rope again -- holding Silence in a firemans carry. He leaps from the top rope, tossing Silence over his head as Ray extends his right knee down to the cement -- but bends his left. He lands on the right knee, stopping his motion -- but Silence floats over Rays head and lands stomach first across his stomach with a Top Rope Gutbuster to the outside. Silence yells in pain while Ray holds his right leg in a bit of pain from impact.

Greene - Jesus! Did Lopes think about that move before he did it?

Falcoon - Probably not. He just wants to defeat Silence.

Ray hoists himself up, dragging Silence along with him as he slides him under the bottom rope and into the ring. Silence lays on his back, and Ray approaches him only to lift him up into a seated position upon the mat. Ray locks Silence in a Dragon Sleeper, taking him down to the mat and hooking both of his legs around the torso of Silence. He struggles heavily, trying to break the hold but it is no use.

Dunn - What the hell kind of move is that?

Falcoon - Must be something new from Ray.

Silence waves his arms violently, but soon they fall limp. Ray yells for the referee to check him and sees Silence is out cold. He calls for the bell as Ray immediately lets go of his lifeless opponent.

Dunn - And that's it.

Greene - What a devastating move.

Falcoon - What a victory for Lopes.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...RAY LOOOOPES!

Ray looks down at Silence, and is handed the duct tape. He tapes Silence's mouth shut, then begins walking out of the ring. He holds up three fingers.

Dunn - And Ray is 3-0 in Shut The Fuck Up Matches.

Falcoon - Poor Silence came out flat.

The feed cuts outside and we see Greg Jackson on top of the Manchester Arena. He’s wearing a black leather jacket and a backpack as he walks through the cool, crisp, England air.

Skotty Surph - JACKSON!!!

Greg turns around and sees Skotty Surph, along with Gary Busey, who is being forced to his knees by Skotty. Busey looks terrified as Skotty holds a cup with a mysterious liquid in it, and brings it closer to Gary’s lips.

Greg Jackson - Let him go Skotty! This is between you and me!

Skotty Surph - Did you bring the Golden Grahams?!

Greg Jackson - Yes I did…

Greg reaches both his arms behind his back, into his back pack. He then pulls out two boxes of Golden Grahams.

Skotty Surph - You’re not as dumb as you look! Now bring them over!

Greg Jackson - And what if I don’t want to?

Skotty Surph - WHAT?!

Greg Jackson - The first box was so delicious, the thought of having two more boxes later is quite tempting…

Skotty Surph - YOU MONSTER! Those were MY Grahams! You give me those boxes, or I make Busey drink this! Every last drop!

Greg Jackson - Is it poison?

Skotty Surph - No… it’s coffee.

Gary Busey - P-p-p-please help me Greg… I’m so SCARED right now! He’s already made me drink half of it… I THINK I’M SOBERING UP GREG! OH GOD!!! PLEASE HELP MEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Skotty Surph - I suggest you listen to your friend, Mr. Jackson.

Greg Jackson - Yes, I suppose I should make the trade and be done with this whole mess.

Skotty Surph - Yes, you should.

Greg Jackson - Then again, what good does Busey do for me? He gets drunk all the time, doesn’t back me up in my matches, he even counted a pinfall on me when he was a special ref in one of my matches. And now he’s going to cost me not one… but TWO boxes of Golden Grahams? No, I don’t think so…

Gary Busey - Greg?

Skotty Surph - I SWEAR! I’LL MAKE HIM DRINK IT ALL!!!

Gary Busey - GREG?!

Greg Jackson - …Sorry Gary… Hey Skotty… CATCH!

Greg throws one of the boxes way over Skotty’s head, as well as over the edge of the arena. Skotty tries in vain to grab the box, but it’s too late. He can only watch as the box of Golden Grahams falls to the ground far below. He looks back at Greg, who runs with the other box of Golden Grahams in his hands. He then leaps over the edge of the arena!!! Skotty runs over and looks over the edge in shock, only to see Greg Jackson gently floating to the ground with a parachute!

Skotty Surph - Would a parachute even work from this height???

Skotty looks back and sees Gary Busey trying to crawl away.

Skotty Surph - OH NO YOU DON’T!

Skotty grabs the cup of coffee and chases down Busey, pinning him down and forcing the coffee down his throat!

Skotty Surph - DRINK IT!

Gary Busey - WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIII!!!!

Skotty Surph - DRINK IT ALL!!!

Gary Busey - WWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!

The feed cuts back to the announcers booth as Gary is forced to chug the coffee.

Falcoon - Okay, seriously, no more of that stuff.

Dunn - That was disturbing.

Greene - I agree.

Dunn - I never want to be around a sober Gary Busey.

Falcoon - I don't want to watch a Human Being have hot coffee poured down his throat.

Dunn - Oh, that too. That was gross.

From next to the ring announcers, we see Missy Janson pick herself up out of her steel chair. The cameras follow her every move as hhe grabs a microphone off the time keepers table with her left hand and steps forward towards the steel steps.

Falcoon - Well folks, on a less disturbing note...We have another incredible match here for you guys tonight.

Greene - There are tons of incredible matches.

Falcoon - Yes, but this one is once in a lifetime

Missy makes her way up the steel ring steps and onto the ring apron, immediately bending through the ropes to pull herself into the ring. She heads for the direct center of the squared circle, with the referee in the corner watching as she faces the side of the ring with the live feed.

Falcoon - Anyways, lets send it to Missy so she can give us the lowdown!

Missy lifts her left hand, holding the microphone, up to her lips.

Missy Janson - The following matchup is scheduled for a one fall, with Normal Rules. Making his way to the ring, from Portland, Oregon...Representing NLW, and making his in-ring debut in the OWF...The Ice Man!

Intro

Missy Janson - And his opponent, 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. He walks down the ramp, ignoring the booing fans who are up and in his face. Once he reaches the base of the ramp, Slayer slides under the bottom rope with a determined look on his face. He backs into his corner as Missy Janson steps out of the ring, leaving the two men in the ring as she returns to her seat.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men circle each other, with a slight "N-L-W! N-L-W!" chant breaking out. They remained focused on one another only, as each of them wait for the other to make the first move. As they circle one another, they inch closer and closer towards the center of the ring. The two men lock up finally, with Slayer gaining the advantage right off the bat. He pushes Ice Man back up against the ropes, and holds him firmly against them. The referee steps in, breaking the two men up -- but Slayer nails an open handed slap across the face of the Ice Man as he breaks his grasp on him.

Greene - What disrespect.

The Ice Man lunges off the ropes, looking to tackle Slayer but he is able to dodge the diving Ice Man. Slayer steps behind him as The Ice Man pushes himself up and spins back around. Slayer grabs him around the waist in a reverse waist lock, but the Ice Man spins out of it and grabs Slayer into a reverse waist lock of his own as he twirls around Slayer's back. EJ pries Ice Man's hands apart, and frees himself -- immediately turning around and looking for a clothesline but The Ice Man ducks. He fires back, attempting a leg sweep but Slayer avoids it. EJ responds to the retort from the Ice Man but firing a short distance right elbow at his head -- but The Ice Man ducks under the strike attempt. Slayer turns around, catching the Ice Man running towards him out of the corner of his eye, and at the last second side steps him. Ice Man stops in his tracks and looks at Slayer, who stares back at him. The fans cheer, and The Ice Man turns his back to gloat to the fans.

Greene - This going to be a good one.

Falcoon - Slayer is frustrated right now.

Dunn - He can't get anything done against Ice Man.

Slayer pushes the referee, who warns EJ. Slayer then leaves the ring, grabbing a steel chair and sliding back into the ring. The referee warns him, but Ice Man gets up to his feet and Slayer swings away anyways. He connects with the steel chair across the brow of The Ice Man -- sending him down to the mat as he gets busted open. The referee signals for the bell.

Greene - What the HELL!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...by Disqualification...The Ice Man!

Falcoon - That's bogus!

Dunn - Slayer just got pissed off.

Greene - That wasn't even ten minutes!

With the fans booing heavily, Slayer exits up the ramp first, with Ice Man following in suit about twenty feet behind him with his head bloodied. Both men disappear behind the curtains, as the referee heads to the back as well. The feed cuts to the announcers booth from the entrance ramp, as the fans slowly being to quiet down.

Greene - I've seen Slayer before, but I want to see Ice Man again.

We open backstage where Drake Munday is standing in the centre of the locker room talking to Rockstar, Cokekid, Sythe and several other superstars.

Drake Munday - So yeah, I was going to win the Gang Wars match, when I thought, JC's been working hard, I'll let him win, so I fell down on purpose, it was all a work...because I am the greatest wrestler in the world and--

T-Money suddenly appears on the scene and glances at Drake Munday, before shaking his head.

T-Money - Seen it all before.

T-Money then exits the locker room as Drake turns to face him, Drake follows him out into the corridor but T-Money is nowhere to be seen. Drake glances to either side of the corridor before walking back into the locker room.

Falcoon - I guess New Blood is having some jealous issues.

Dunn - Well T-Money is right, Munday is full of crap.

Greene - I suppose this means Drake is going to fall under Specters wing even deeper.

Dunn - Who knows. Munday has fallen into obscurity.

Without any music, Drake Munday comes down to the ring with a microphone in his hand. He gets down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, walking into the center of the squared circle.

Dunn - And here he is.

Greene - He doesn't have a match now!

Falcoon - No one from New Blood does tonight.

Drake Munday - Let me tell you why buying tickets to Cold Black Day was a mistake.

The crowd grow silent, wanting to know the reason.

Drake Munday - Well, let me spell it out for you...I'm not in a match!

The crowd cheer and Drake smirks.

Drake Munday - Yeah, I know, you guys don't like me, but that's just it, isn't it? You don't want to see guys whom you like getting beat up, you want to see guys who you hate! And I'm going to prove to all of my critics that Drake Munday isn't afraid to take punishment!!! So, come on down to the ring...Sythe!!!

Falcoon - I guess that's making a statement?

Greene - Not really, though.

The fans fall silent as Sythe comes down to the ring with a baseball bat. Drake stands smirking, waiting for Sythe to make the first move. Sythe hits Drake hard in the gut and he drops the microphone, before slamming him into his bat, Drake steps back and spits out some blood. Sythe then runs at Drake and delivers a clothesline, knocking Drake out. Sythe lowers his baseball bat and stands triumphantly above Munday. Drake grabs his bat and hits Sythe in the family jewels, Sythe yelps in agony and rolls out of the ring, before limping away. Drake holds the bat and picks up the microphone again.

Drake Munday - Yeah, I know, you're all thinking, Drake just got beat up by Sythe, but what you should be thinking is Drake endured some punishment from Sythe and kept his wits about him, thus conquering his long-time rival. And, to show you that I'm not afraid of bleeding.

Drake exits the ring and smashes the bat back into his forehead, busting himself wide open. Drake falls to a knee, but pushes himself up with a glazed over look in his eyes. He stumbles towards a camera for the crowd in the arena to see his bloodied face on the OWF Tron. The crowd gasps, as Drake laughs, before leaving as Paint It Black by The Rolling Stones hits the PA.

Dunn - O..kay.

Greene - He must have graduated from the Trent Steel school of thinking.

Falcoon - That is the last thing we need now.

Dunn - I thought he was following Specter's lead.

Greene - Oh well.

As soon as Drake disappears behind the curtains, the feed cuts to just outside Specter's locker room, where the Venetian Vandal, equipped with the I Heart Moxie Title in hand jumps as he opens the door to reveal JC already occupying the room.

Specter - Jesus Christ!

JC - That's not what JC stands for, but I appreciate the compliment.

Specter - Do you have to do that? I'm on edge enough.

JC - Valtiel's really getting to you, isn't he? I guess when you're a new champion you get anxious about your first title defense.

Specter shakes his head with a sinister grin.

Specter - Not quite. I slipped that guy a joint laced with some crazy Columbian powder there isn't even an English word for. The closest translation is "venomous fist of the earth." He's going to be tripping balls in our match.

JC - So what's the problem, exactly?

Specter - Burned some bridges and got to thinking the rest of the OWF might not like me. I'm not a big fan of consequences.

JC - Speaking of consequences, we need to have a little chat.

Specter - I hear ya. I know I split pretty early, but I saw how Gang Wars panned out. Bravo on massacring the champ.

Throwing the title across his shoulder, Specter gives JC polite applause.

JC - Congratulations on winning the belt and ending Vacant's streak. I really mean that. It couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. Of course, that gets me thinking...

Specter - Relax. I'm going to be a fighting champion. Sort of.

JC - It's who you're fighting that concerns me.

Specter - Hey, it's CJ's call. I can make suggestions, but that power crazy fucker doesn't have to take them.

Maintaining an eerie calm, JC glares down at Specter.

JC - I'm just letting you know what the score is. You may not want to admit it, but I'm the puppet master behind your title reign, for a number of reasons that we really don't need to get into right now.

Specter - Don't worry. You'll get what's coming to you.

JC - I'm willing to deal. It doesn't have to be for your belt. If you can get me the winner of tonight's main event, I'd take that too.

Specter - We can work something out.

JC - I'm sure we will. I think in the end we'll have a result everyone can be happy with.

The feed cuts back to ringside to show Missy Janson already on the ring apron.

Greene - More plotting from JC and Specter!

Falcoon - They've been doing well as a combo.

Dunn - Specter is showing JC what his loyalty gets him.

She parts the ring ropes and steps through the middle and top ropes, placing both feet onto the mat. Holding the microphone in her right hand.

Falcoon - Oh well is right, now we have another great Tag Team Match lined up.

Dunn - This one for the OWF Tag Titles.

Missy lifts the microphone up to her lips once the chants from the crowd break off.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen...It is time for the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championship Match!!

The fans roar, with a majority jumping up to their feet to await the entrances of each team.

Missy Janson - It will be a PDA Rules Tag Team Match, with no disqualifications or countouts. Coming to the ring first, the challengers, from East Brunswick, New Jersey...Jared Wave and Skotty Surph; Hang Ten!

The crowd goes silent as green and blue lights fill the arena. Above Me by Rufio blares from the PA speakers as Jared Wave and Skotty Surph emerge from behind the black entrance curtain. Blue and Green pyrotechnics explode from the entry ramp. Jared and Skotty both walk down the ramp toward the ring as Skotty speeds up and slides under the bottom rope. Jared climbs up to the apron and jumps over the top rope. Skotty heads to a turnbuckle and greets the crowd with a "Surph's Up" sign as Jared raises his arm in the middle of the ring to the crowd. Jared stands on the bottom and middle rope and give the crowd the thumbs up as Skotty jumps off the turnbuckle. They regroup to their corner.

Greene - Now is Hang Ten's time. They have to accomplish this tonight, or it may never happen.

Dunn - I'm sure they'd love to take the titles off of Trent and X-T's hands tonight.

Missy Janson - And their opponents, they are the current OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions...From Toronto, Ontario, Canada and Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, respectively, Here are X-Terminator and 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. Right behind him is X-Terminator who holds his arms high over his head, holding both the OWF Blood Tag Title and the NLW Legacy Title over his head. Steel has the OWF Tears Tag Title and the OWF/MVW LillyAss Title in both of his hands as they stop at the top of the ramp. The fans boo both men with all that they have in their lungs. They take slow steps as they walk down the ramp and approach the ring. Trent keeps the anticipation at an all time high as he rounds the ring, and looks at the various weapons. X-T glares out to the fans, with a smirk still apparent to everyone nearby. Both men slide into the ring, handing all four titles to the referee who gives them to Missy.

Falcoon - And we're about to get underway here with our second OWF Title Match of the night!

With the four titles, Missy exits the ring and takes her seat at the time keepers table. The referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Wave steps to the outside, along with Steel as X-Terminator and Skotty Surph start off the match. The two men circle each other before locking up, with Surph twirling around behind X-Terminator. He locks him in a reverse waist lock, which is easily broken by X-T as he spins around behind Skotty. He locks him into a reverse waist lock of his own, but Skotty breaks the grasp X-T has around his waist -- and wrenches X-Terminators arm behind his back in a hammerlock upon spinning around behind him again. X-T winces in pain, looking over his shoulder to find a weakness in Skotty's position but is hard to find one. He tries throwing a right elbow back at Surph, but he ducks and allows X-T to spin around. Once he does, Skotty drives his shoulder into the stomach of X-T while grabbing him around his thighs -- taking him down to his back with a double leg takedown. He mounts X-T, wailing away with rights and lefts that are partially deflected by the forearms of X-T. Skotty slows down for a second, allowing X-T to fire a short jab to the bridge of his nose and knocks Skotty off of him. X-T immediately rolls over and begins pulling himself up on his own power -- while Skotty does the same right behind him. The two men turn around, where X-T strikes Skotty first, with a swinging right elbow across the cheek. The impact spins Skotty around, allowing X-Terminator to grasp Surph around his hips in a reverse waist lock -- tossing Skotty over his head with a release German Suplex.

Falcoon - That's gotta hurt!

Dunn - You have to wonder if we're going to see a lot of Surph and X-T, since Wave has been beaten down pretty bad.

Greene - What about Steel? His match isn't until later.

Dunn - Steel has a lot on his mind. Including that World Title Match.

X-Terminator slides out of the ring under the bottom rope, grabbing a hold of two closed wooden tables stacked upon one another. He grabs both of them, placing them onto the lip of the ring apron and sliding them into the ring. He remains on the outside, reaching down and tossing in any weapon he comes upon -- which includes, but isn't limited to, a garbage can, a steel chair, a kendo stick, baseball bat, stop sign and a few others before he finally pulls himself into the ring.

Falcoon - X-T is bringing out the hardware.

Dunn - It is PDA Rules.

X-Terminator pulls himself up, grabbing a hold of the steel chair off of the mat. While X-T was pulling weapons from outside, Skotty has pulled himself up to his knees facing him as he stalks towards him. X-T rear the chair back, but as he swings it down Surph leaps into the air and dropkicks the chair back into X-Terminator's face. He falls down to his back, dropping the chair while Skotty pulls himself up off of the mat. He drags his finger tips along the mat, picking up the kendo stick and cracking it across the midsection of X-T as he lays flat on his back. The bamboo stick cracks in half, but Surph continues to wail away across the stomach of X-T until it just strands left of the stick. He tosses the kendo stick, or what is left of it, to the outside of the ring and lays on top of X-T for a pin. The referee drops in and begins to count...1...2...kickout! Skotty grabs a hold of X-Terminator by his hair, lifting him up to his feet and dragging him back to his corner. Wave extends his hand, and Skotty tags him in before tossing X-Terminator back first into the corner. A limping Wave enters the ring, with the fans giving him a huge applause as he stands in front of X-T.

Greene - The fans are showing their respect for Wave.

Falcoon - He's had a hell of a night and he still wants to go.

He turns and reaches down to pick up the stop sign off of the mat, returning to have the stopsign kicked right back into his face by X-Terminator. He yanks the stop sign from Wave, and rears it back -- only to have it pulled from him by Skotty Surph on the outside apron. X-Terminator turns around to confront Skotty, while Jared sneaks up behind X-Terminator and rolls him backwards onto his shoulders in a School Boy pinning situation. The referee drops to his knees and makes the count...1...2...X-Terminator kicks out and immediately rolls up to his feet with Wave hobbling up to his. X-T takes a step towards Jared and catches him with a european uppercut that sends him down to the mat. The force sends X-T down to one knee, as he turns to his corner and tags in Trent Steel who gains a smattering of boos. He reaches down, lifting up the baseball bat from the mat and heading towards Wave who is pulling himself up against the ropes. Sensing his partner is in danger, Skotty reaches in and tags himself in on the shoulder of Wave -- then grabs a hold of the top rope, spring boarding up to the top and propelling himself at Steel. He extends both feet, but Trent side steps the front dropkick and Surph hits the mat back first. Trent looks down, and immediately swings the bat down at Surph -- who rolls out of the way as Trent strikes the canvas with his first swing. Trent steps forward and swings again, only to have Surph again roll out of the way and narrowily avoiding the strike. Trent stops, allowing Surph to get up to his feet, and as he does Steel charges at him. What he doesn't see is Surph has his back up against the ropes, so as Steel swings the bat, Skotty ducks. Trent strikes the top rope with the wooden bat, which is then propelled back towards his own face. On the rebound off the ropes the bat catches Steel right across his face. As he stumbles out into the middle of the ring, he drops the bat and Skotty charges to the nearest corner.

Dunn - This is an opportunity that Hang Ten needs to take advantage of.

Falcoon - Whoever makes the least mistakes should win here, and Trent just made a big one.

Greene - It's funny that he made a Rookie mistake, while Surph pulled a Veteran move.

Surph leaps up to the top, with his back to the ring -- before moonsaulting off the top and connecting across the right shoulder of Steel sending both men down to the mat. Surph scrambles to cover Steel, hooking his leg while the referee slides in to make the count...1...2...kickout by Steel. Surph lifts himself up to his knees, and instead of wasting time arguing with the referee he pulls himself up and grabs a hold of Steel by his right arm. He pulls him into the middle of the ring and lays the stop sign across his chest, then walks into his corner -- tagging in Wave. Jared climbs up to the top rope, and stands tall while facing Steel. He backflips off the top, executing a flawless Shooting Star Press -- but Steel rolls out of the way at the last second. Wave crashes down to the mat upon his chest, with the force propelling him up to his knees while Steel stands up with the stop sign in both hands. He rears it back, and brings it down over the top of Jared's head -- denting the center of the sign severely as Wave falls down to his back. Trent discards the stop sign to the outside of the ring and falls down on top of Wave, making the cover as the referee begins the count...1...2...kickout by Jared! The fans explode as Steel glances back to his corner. Instead of going to tag in X-T, Steel pushes himself up and grabs a hold of one of the closed tables and leans it up against one of the corners as Wave rolls over onto his side and looks to begin to crawl to his corner for a tag. Once Steel is satisfied with the angle of the table in the corner, he turns around and lays a stomp across the back of Wave, stopping his progress.

Dunn - Wave shouldn't be in the ring at all.

Falcoon - Not if these guys hope to come out winners.

Greene - I think they may have underestimated Steel.

Trent grabs a hold of Wave by the back of his head, lifting him back up to his feet and dragging him towards the corner with the table propped up against it. Trent tries to secure Wave in a reverse waist lock, but he breaks free and darts for his corner -- tagging in Skotty. He runs into the ring, as Steel runs towards him. The two men meet in the center of the ring, cracking each other with a set of vicious right clotheslines. Somehow, both men remain on their feet although heavily dazed. Skotty tries to shake himself back to his senses, while Steel falls towards his corner and tags in X-Terminator. He enters the ring and walks towards Skotty, picking up the steel trash can lid and smacking him flush across the face. Skotty falls down to his back, as blood streams from just above his left eyebrow. X-T drops the trash can lid and position Skotty with his back to the table in the corner. X-T boots him right in the gut, doubling Skotty over and tucking his head between his legs. He lifts Skotty up into a Crucifix Powerbomb, but Surph slides down the back of X-Terminator as he looks to throw Skotty through the table. Instead, Skotty charges at X-Terminator and spears him through the table -- with both men taking a hard impact from the table.

Falcoon - What a counter by Skotty!

Dunn - Was it though? It took a lot out of him, as well.

Greene - Calculated risks.

Dunn - You can only have so many of those before you fuck up.

The fans are going nuts, chanting "Hang-Ten! Hang-Ten!" with both Surph and X-T stuck in a mess of the broken table. Surph falls out of the corner, and onto the mat -- immediately rolling towards his corner while X-Terminator pulls himself up from his side onto all fours. Both legal men begin pulling themselves towards their corners, looking for a tag. Surph pulls himself along his stomach, dragging his legs behind him -- with X-T on his hands and knees. Wave and Steel extend their hands inward and both receive tags at exactly the same time. They enter the ring, and rush each other with Wave ducking a clothesline attempt and standing behind Steel. Once he turns, Wave tries to throw a side kick up -- but Trent dodges it and clocks Jared from behind with a short elbow. He pushes him up against the ropes, forcing Wave to bounce off and come staggering back in a limp-riddled jog. Trent extends his right arm out, but Wave slows his speed even more and hooks Trent's outstretched arm at the elbow with his left elbow. He hooks it, using it to float himself around the back of Steel and grapevine his left arm. He rolls him back into a crucifix pin, with the referee there to make the count...1...2...Steel rolls through and stands up, holding Wave across his shoulders for a moment. He then falls back, delivering a Samoan Drop on Wave as he is driven back first upon the mat.

Falcoon - I thought Wave would get him there, but Steel had other plans.

Greene - What action!

Trent picks himself up, walking over to the second closed table and flipping it over. He extends both sets of legs, locking them into place before he turns the table over onto it's legs. Steel turns back around, to see Wave up on his knees. He approaches Jared, grabbing him by the hair and yanking him back towards his corner -- where Steel tags in X-Terminator. Steel hands Wave to X-T, who clubs him across the back of his neck -- sending him down to all fours. He kicks Jared across the ribs, sending him down to the mat once again. X-T listens to the booing crowd as he drags Wave up to his feet, grabbing him in a front face lock. Wave is able to overpower X-T, driving him backwards into the corner with the broken pieces of table in it from earlier in the match. X-T winces in pain, while Jared grabs a hold of X-Terminator's arm and irish whips him across the ring. As X-T hits in his own corner, Steel tags himself back in while Wave charges at X-T. Steel steps into the ring and levels Wave with a clothesline as he nears the corner -- sending him down to the mat like a sack of potatos.

Dunn - What a shot from Steel. That's some good team work.

X-T leaves the ring, while Steel falls down across Wave's chest. The referee drops in to make the count.

Falcoon - That's gotta be it for Wave.

1...2...kickout by Jared! The fans explode as Steel looks extremely frustrated. He grabs Jared and lifts him up to his feet, immediately lifting Jared up over his shoulders. He approaches the bare corner, positioning Wave's head closest to the turnbuckle.

Greene - He's going for the Pittsburgh Nightmare -- That DVD into the corner!

Dunn - That will end it without question.

Wave wiggles his legs, and slips down the back of Steel -- landing on his feet. Trent whips around and finds himself victim of a flipping dropkick to the face that sends him back first into the corner. As Wave hits the mat, he begins crawling towards his corner. Skotty extends his hand in, with the fans firmly behind them. Steel remains hung up on the top rope, watching Jared as he crawls to his corner. He bursts out, grabbing a hold of Jared around his right ankle and preventing him from making the tag. He drags Jared into the center of the ring, dragging him up to his feet only to hit an uppercut that drops Wave right back down. Steel looks to the fans, who are giving him a ton of flack. He then turns his attention back to Wave, lifting him right up into a front face lock -- and tossing Jared's arm over his head. He lifts Wave over his head, nailing a Snap Suplex that drops Wave to his back in the center of the ring. Steel picks himself up and walks to his corner, tagging X-Terminator back into the match.

Falcoon - Things aren't looking good for Wave.

Dunn - He needs to get Surph back in there.

Greene - But as soon as he does, they switch it back up again.

He walks towards Jared, lifting him up to his feet with the table that Steel set up in sight. Wave throws a right hand to the stomach of X-T, followed by an elbow to the jaw as Jared fights out of desperation. X-T becomes stunned, and Wave spins and nails a Roaring Elbow across the face of X-Terminator which sends him down to the mat. Wave collapses to the mat, crawling towards the corner with the arena trembling with excitement. Skotty reaches in, as Wave tags him into the ring -- with the response from the crowd becoming deafening. Skotty enters and sees X-Terminator rise up to his feet. Skotty runs at him, leaping into the air and nailing a flying forearm strike that sends him down to the mat. Skotty picks himself up, glaring at X-T who slowly picks himself up and approaches Surph. Skotty sweeps his legs out from under him, only to turn and nail a standing moonsault across the chest of X-Terminator. Surph immediately drags himself up, lifting X-Terminator with him.

Falcoon - Surph is going to have to handle this one from here on out, I believe.

Skotty presses X-Terminator back first against the ropes, and attempts to irish whip him but it is countered by X-T. Instead, Surph is the one sent running across the ring. He bounces off the ropes, and heads back at X-Terminator who is mid-sprint with his arm extended. Skotty ducks his clothesline attempt, allowing X-T to bounce off the same set of ropes he just ran against. X-T bounces back, and the two men collide head-first -- falling down to the mat.

Dunn - That was dumb!

Greene - It's a momentum shifter, though!

Both men quickly pick themselves back up as X-Terminator charges at Skotty -- who leap frogs X-Terminator. This sends X-T running at full speed at the ropes, bouncing off them back first as Skotty positions himself in front of the table. Surph bends down for the returning X-Terminator who leaps into the air and grabs a front face lock. He turns Skotty around and delivers a thunderous DDT through the table. X-T takes a lot of the impact, but Surph's face was driven into the table then the mat.

Dunn - That's it!

X-T rolls over Surph and covers him, as Wave tries getting into the ring. As the referee begins to count, Wave stumbles to the mat from the pain in his ankle...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winners of this match..and STILL OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions...X-TERMINATOR AND TRENT STEEL ; THE CULT OF STEEEEEEL!

Dunn - Now that was a Tag Match.

Falcoon - If people hadn't taken notice of Hang Ten before, they just did now.

Greene - Give Credit to the Cult of Steel, they really put on a show, too. Plus they retained.

Dunn - It was about as even as a Tag Match can be.

X-Terminator slowly crawls to his feet. He demands to be handed his NLW Legacy Championship and a microphone. He grabs his title and the mic as he slowly rises to his feet. He finally is able to stand center stage as the fans let him feel the heat. A chorus of “traitor” chants are heard amongst the OWF faithful. The chants begin to get louder and louder, until the entire stadium is filled with chants of hatred towards X-T.

X-Terminator - Can you toothless fucks quiet down for just one second.. I SAID CAN YOU TOOTHLESS..

Boo’s fill the arena at fever pitch high. The chants of the crowd are actually drowning out the champion’s microphone.

X-Terminator - SHUUUUUUT UP!

Boo’s are endless and ongoing. The crowd is beginning to get a kick out of X-Terminator’s reactions. He looks as if he is going to have a hissy fit in the middle of the stage.

X-Terminator - Let’s get to the fucking point. I came here a champion, a hero. I expected a red fucking carpet arrival and what the hell did I get? I bunch of redneck English folk who can’t even unite to form a solid chant if they wanted too.

The crowd erupts once again, this time attempting to form various chants, but cannot unite one of them.

X-Terminator - First of all, it’s soccer, not football! Secondly, hold on now.. Secondly, this is our last show in England which is excellent. I can’t wait to get out of here before I get mad cow disease! That’s bullocks I say!

“You sold out” “You sold out” chants begin to unite from one corner of the arena. Eventually, the entire crowd picks up on the chant as it builds rather quickly, drowning out the champion once more.

X-Terminator - I sold out? You idiots think it is me that sold out? How about the rest of the OWF that refused to aid me in the cause. How the OWF roster that couldn’t fight a war if it was fucking handed to them. You could give everyone on this roster a nuclear bomb to use on the NLW and they would most likely discharge it on themselves. You are all a disgrace. This entire fucking organization is a disgrace. I did something that nobody in the history of this fucking business has done. And what do I get? Hate mail? Disrespect from everyone in the back including our own president CJ. I have had it with all of the OWF’s childish games. Over in the NLW, they may not be the best, but at least they can appreciate talent. I was ready to take a lead in this war, but the rest of this roster seems far too busy bickering amongst themselves. No one looks at the bigger picture, no one around here can venture “outside of the box” if you will. Fact of the matter is that each and every one of you back there make me fucking sick.

“NANANANA NANANANA HEY HEY HEY GOODBYE!, NANANANA NANANANA HEY HEY HEY GOODBYE!”

The crowd unites once more in a deafening rendition of the former hit song. X-Terminator become irate and begins prancing around the ring in anger. He stomps in a circular motion as his arms begin to twitch very rapidly.

X-Terminator - You don’t want me here? You would rather that..

“NANANANA NANANANA HEY HEY HEY GOODBYE!, NANANANA NANANANA HEY HEY HEY GOODBYE!”

X-Terminator - You would rather that..that..

“NANANANA NANANANA HEY HEY HEY GOODBYE!, NANANANA NANANANA HEY HEY HEY GOODBYE!”

X-Terminator - SHUT THE FUCK UP! You would rather that fat bastard Phoenix here in the OWF? Well that is fine with me! Fuck The Phoenix, fuck the OWF, and FUCK PRESIDENT CJ. Maybe this will force him to recognize talent. I’m out of here. SHUT UP!

X-Terminator drops the microphone forcing a loud impacting sound as it hits the mat. He angrily walks towards the ropes and to the floor. The crowd begin throwing multiple pieces of garbage at him, forcing him to give them both of his middle fingers as a response. X-Terminator walks backwards up the ramp with his middle fingers pointed towards the crowd muttering the words “Fuck You” as he slowly creeps his way up the ramp and to the back.

Greene - Did...we just see X-T walk out?

Dunn - It's very possible.

Falcoon - The fans don't seem too upset.

Greene - This doesn't spell good things for the OWF.

We cut to the back to see President Chase Johnson backstage. He stops Trent Steel as he exits to the back.

Prez CJ - Hey! You fucking stop right there.

Trent Steel - What?

Prez CJ - You are not fucking throwing the match. I forbid it.

Trent Steel doesn't even hesitate as he slams CJ against the wall with his fingers grasped tightly around his throat.

Trent Steel - Last time I checked you don't dictate to me what I do fucker! I don't give a fuck about your fucking world title. I don't give a fuck about anything but what I do give a fuck about is my personal life.

Trent lets him go.

Prez CJ - Oh you'll fucking wrestle to win, or else you're fucking fired you son of a bitch. Then how will you support your family? Go fuck yourself.

CJ storms off, leaving Steel standing in the back.

Greene - Harsh words are being exchanged over this.

Falcoon - Steel is in a sticky situation.

The feed cuts to another point backstage, where we see Jesse Williams stretching out his right leg. He lifts up the leg of his pants, exposing a large black knee brace which he tightens. He tests the leg, walking on it a bit- but still feels discomfort. He paces back and forth twice, but the third time he is stopped in his tracks by the approaching EJ Slayer. Jesse is caught off guard, so he starts the conversation trying to project his cool.

Jesse Williams - Hey! Just the guy I was looking for.

EJ Slayer - I'm in high demand, what can I say?

Slayer eyes up Jesse, starting at the floor and ending at his eyes. A small scoff slips from EJ's lips, as he mockingly continues conversation.

EJ Slayer - How's that knee, champ?

Williams shifts his weight onto his left foot, trying to take the emphasis away from his right leg both physically and from Slayer's attention.

Jesse Williams - Just fine.

EJ Slayer - That's good. It would be a complete shame if you lost to a man like Trent Steel all because of a sore knee.

Williams remains silent for a moment, not acknowledging Slayer's comment. The two man stand in silence right infront of one another.

Jesse Williams - Let me worry about Steel. You got other things to deal with.

EJ Slayer - Like what? Going to ask me if I attacked Moxie?

Jesse Williams - No. I know that isn't your style.

EJ Slayer - Smart man. So then, inform me, what else do I have to "deal" with?

Jesse Williams - For one, a pissed off Jesse Williams if you don't tell me where Nicholas is.

EJ laughs right in Jesse's face, not showing any intimidation at all.

EJ Slayer - Good one. Jesse boy, if you're worried about Nicky falling back in with Daddy dearest- let me just inform you that won't be happening any time soon. Specter told you enough already. He has moved on to bigger things, and he's in good hands.

Williams sighs, reaching both of his hands over his face- pulling the few stray strands of hair back behind his ears.

Jesse Williams - And just how did you know Specter and I talked?

EJ begins to shift his body away from Jesse, looking to end the conversation.

EJ Slayer - I know things.

Slayer begins to walk off, leaving Williams standing in the hallways of the Manchester Arena. He gets about ten feet from Jesse, before he stops and looks back over his shoulder at Jesse.

EJ Slayer - Oh, and it's good to hear you took my advice.

A perplexed look comes upon Jesse's face as Slayer leaves him speechless and puzzled.

Falcoon - What does that mean?

Greene - I don't know.

The feed remains on Williams, as from behind a beaten and battered Hang Ten can be seen walking through the hallways backstage of the Manchester arena. Skotty Surph holds his side while Jared leans against the wall for support. The two men look beaten down as they limp towards a door the reads "Hang Ten". The two bruised men approach the door and open it, as Skotty catches Jesse Williams out of the corner of his eye.

Skotty Surph - Hey Jesse, hold up a sec!

Jared continues into the lockerroom completely ignoring Jesse as Skotty picks up to a light jog, limping the length of the hall until he approaches the World Champ.

Jesse Williams - What's up?

Skotty looks at Jesse.

Skotty Surph - Fucking Cult of Steel. Nothing we could do about it.

Jesse Williams - I know. You guys put out a hell of a match though.

Skotty Surph - Yea well, Waves pretty beat up though. I just wanted to apologize on Jareds behalf. He's had a helluva night and is a bit on edge so I don't think he was trying to be a dick before.

Jesse Williams - It's alright. Like I said, I understand he's too focused for small talk.

Skotty Surph - Well I just wanted to say, I softened Trent up for ya but I wouldn't doubt it if X-T or someone else makes an appearance in your match tonight. I'll be watching and if you need me I'll be there. Don't get it twisted, I just hate the Cult.

Jesse Williams - Thanks, but no thanks. I appreciate the offer, really, I do. But I'm going to handle Steel, and whomever else he brings with him, on my own tonight.

Skotty Surph - Alright, I'm just putting it out there, but know when you're busy getting raped by the Cult you won't be able to stop me from helping.

Jesse Williams - Okay, if Trent gets that "rapist" look in his eyes then you can come out.

Skotty Surph - Trents always got that "rapist" look in his eyes.

The two of them share a laugh as the camera fades out. We open back up on the announcers booth.

Falcoon - I guess we were wrong.

Dunn - Surph wants to help Jesse, but Wave has had enough for the night.

The feed cuts to a view of the ring, where Missy Janson stands firmly with the microphone in front of her mouth.

Greene - Looks like it's time for the I Heart Moxie Title Match.

Falcoon - I can't wait.

Dunn - Should be very interesting see what Valtiel brings to the table.

Missy Janson - The following matchup is scheduled for a one fall, and it is for the OWF I Heart Moxie Championship!!

A rush of fans return to their seats, filing down the aisle at a rapid pace to catch the end of the announcements while a majority of the crowd is screaming at the top of their lungs.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the challenger...He earned his shot by winning the Capture The Flag Match at Power Hour: Martyr For Your Country...From Louisville, Kentucky...Here is Valtiel!

Missy Janson - And his opponent...Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada...He is the current OWF I Heart Moxie Champion...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. 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.

Greene - Specter gets to start off his defenses with no easy task.

Falcoon - And the shoes to fill of the former champion are very deep.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Specter and Valtiel march to the center of the ring, exchanging some words. The words end as Valtiel brings his right elbow across the left cheek of Specter, who returns fire with a sharp left hook that connects with the chin of Valtiel. Although dazed, Valtiel strikes back at Specter -- nailing him with a left jab right onto the bridge of his nose. The shot allows Valtiel to follow up, bringing a thrusting knee up into the stomach of Specter as he pushes him back first against the ropes. Valtiel unleashes a chop across the chest of Specter, who shrugs it off and strikes back with a chop of his own. Valtiel stands strong, driving the point of his right elbow into the forehead of Specter which almost sends him out of the ring as he falls against the ropes.

Dunn - Valtiel has control.

Greene - You don't think we'll see two new champions in a two week span. Do you?

Falcoon - You never know.

Valtiel approaches and grabs his right arm, looking for an irish whip -- but Specter hooks the top rope with his left elbow. He plants his feet and he cannot be budged, which brings about a blunt left forearm strike as a response from Valtiel. Specter drops to a knee, and Valtiel brings a double axe handle smash across his shoulder blades. The force from Valtiel's strike sends Specter down to the mat face first for a moment, only to pick himself back up to one knee. Valtiel takes about five steps backwards, bending over and placing his hands on his knees while he waits for Specter to get up.

Dunn - What's he doing now?

Specter eventually picks himself up, and without hesitation Valtiel charges at Specter, who sidesteps him as Valtiel extends his right arm out for a clothesline. Specter hooks Valtiel's right arm around behind his back, chickenwinging it before grapevining his leg. He sweeps Valtiel's legs out from under him and drives him face first to the mat.

Falcoon - Prank Masturbation!

Dunn - He used that move to beat down on Vacant at Power Hour.

Greene - It's weird seeing that belt on Specter.

Falcoon - After nearly six months with a single champion, that belt would look weird on anyone.

Specter holds his head in pain from Valtiel's vicious elbow strikes, unable to make a pinfall.

Dunn - Being unable to pin Valtiel may prove to be a big mistake later on in the match.

Valtiel rolls over onto his right side, while Specter is up to one knee holding his head. The fans are giving very mixed reactions, as neither competitor really qualifies to be rooted for as a fan favorite. Most fans are behind Valtiel, looking for the upset over Specter. Specter lifts himself up to his feet, shaking his head while Valtiel pushes himself up to a crouched position staring at Specter while trying to gain his balance. Slowly, Specter turns around and the two men lock eyes once again. Valtiel rises to his feet, as Specter doesn't move a muscle. Immediately they lunge at each other and lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Valtiel gains the advantage, pushing Specter down to one knee and keeping him there. He then pulls him back up -- right into a wide knee strike to his ribs. Specter bends down, allowing Valtiel to grab Specter around his torso. He looks for a Belly to Belly Suplex, but Specter underhooks both of Valtiel's arms as they grip him firmly. He controls Valtiel now, thrusting a headbutt forward that stuns both men. They both take a step back, before Valtiel takes that step forward with a wide right hand that is blocked by the left forearm of Specter. He fires back with a shin kick across the thigh of Valtiel who stumbles a bit, but returns fire with a toe kick at Specter. He is able to step back and avoid the kick, which is following up by a wide right hook from Valtiel which Specter is also out of range for.

Falcoon - Valtiel is losing his cool.

Dunn - He needs to relax.

Specter rushes at Valtiel who grabs a hold of him and stops his progress. Valtiel spins Specter around, gaining the advantage over him physically once again. Valtiel pushes Specter back up against the ropes, laying a knife edge chop across his chest. From there, he grabs a hold of his right arm and irish whips Specter across the ring. Valtiel steps out to the middle of the ring and watches Specter as he turns, and bounces back first off the ropes -- heading straight back at Valtiel. He bends over, looking for a back body drop -- but Specter is able to stop directly in front of Valtiel and swing a hard shin kick up across his chest. This stands Valtiel straight up, to which Specter changes with a swift knee to the midsection. As Valtiel bends over, Specter wraps his arm around this neck with a front face lock.

Dunn - Specter's goin for a DDT.

Specter holds Valtiel for a few seconds, when he is suddenly lifted up over the shoulders of Valtiel and into a standing firemans carry. Valtiel walks to the center of the ring and positions his hands on Specter.

Falcoon - Gallows Fall! Valtiel could pull off another upse--

Specter slides down off Valtiel's shoulders, and stands right infront of him before bringing a sharp knee into his groin. Specter then tucks his head under the arm of Valtiel, and nails a Northern Lights Suplex on him. Specter bridges his back as the referee slides in from across the ring to count.

Dunn - Neon Lights Suplex! My favorite move!

Greene - I can tell.

1...2...3!

Falcoon - Specter retains!

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

Falcoon - One defense down, two to go before he can rename the title.

Greene - And from his own mouth, he said he'd be a fighting champion.

Dunn - It's a god damn shame that Valtiel came out flat during this match.

Greene - He must have never recovered from the Capture The Flag Match.

We see Trent Steel back in the entrance area. Next to him is Jennifer Steel.

Jennifer Steel - So are you going to do it?

Trent Steel - Yeah. I'm going to do it.

Jennifer Steel - Really?

Trent Steel - Your worth more to me than a match.

She smiles and then turns and walks off quickly. Trent turns around and comes face to face with Jesse Williams.

Jesse Williams - You think you're fucking funny don't you?

Trent Steel - What do you mean?

Jesse Williams - You think I'm going to let you throw this match? Fuck no, I'm going to earn my victory. You won't lay down because I won't pin you until I know you are unconscious. You won't tap out, because I will not lock you in a submission. You, your personal life and EVERYTHING you have worked for is FUCKED after tonight.

Jesse pauses for a second.

Jesse Williams - And if you come at me with any thing less than one hundred percent...By god, someone better come out there to save your fucking life.

Jesse smirks as Trent puts his shades on.

Trent Steel - Can I ask you something?

Jesse Williams - What?

Trent Steel - Do you really love Sarah?

Jesse Williams - ...Yeah why?

Trent Steel - Then I think we finally have something in common.

Trent turns towards the entrance ramp.

Jesse Williams - You're a fucking dead man.

The feed cuts from backstage, panning in from the crowd, showing a view of the ringside area and the modifications made to the ring. The only person standing inside of the ring is the OWF sanctioned referee, who has his hands clasped across his stomach awaiting the announcements of the superstars for the Main Event. The three ring ropes are replaced by barbed wire that surrounds all four sides of the ring. Set apart two feet from one another, full flourescent light tubes are attached from the top rope, fastened around the middle rope, and also fixed to the bottom rope. There are dozens of light tubes hung along the barbed wire, each vertically hung at a perfect angle. In the corners of the ring, instead of the normal turnbuckle padding being exposed -- seven foot long, by three foot wide panes of glass are leaned up into each corner. Once the single camera feed has shown every angle of the ring that it feasibly could -- the feed cuts to outside of the ring.

As the camera man walks along the concrete floor, between the ring apron and the ring barricade, he passes by wooden tables with many objects laid upon them. The cameras pick up shards of glass, the shine of thousands of thumbtacks, bails of razor wire and barbed wire -- all laid on top of the exactly one dozen set up tables on the outside of the ring. Once the camera man gets a scenic view of the ringside area, he pulls the camera up to the announcers booth. Next to that table we see Missy Janson pull herself out of her steel chair, with a microphone firmly fixed into his right hand. Instead of approaching the ring full of possible hazards, she keeps her feet planted at ringside as she waits for the crowd to die down.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen...It is time for the Main Event of the Evening!!

Dunn - Alright. It's time for the match we've all been waiting months for.

Falcoon - Thankfully it's finally happening.

A roar from the fans is heard over the announcers as the cameras pull in close to Missy's face as she stands outside of the ring.

Missy Janson - It is scheduled for a one fall, with no time limit -- and it is a Japanese Death Match for BOTH the OWF/MVW LillyAss and OWF World Heavyweight Championships!!

Another deep cheer comes from the crowd, who are trying to make as much noise as possible to express their excitement for the Main Event.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...He is the current OWF/MVW LillyAss Champion...Here is..."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 anticipation at an all time high as he rounds the ring, looking at the multiple tables with the miscellaneous items laid on top of them. This brings a wide smile to Trent's face, as he finishes encircling half of the ring before stopping in front of one set of steel ring steps. He glares out to the fans, with the smirk still apparent to everyone nearby. The smile is wiped from his face, and replaced by a sheer look of pure intensity as he turns his attention back to the ring.

Greene - Damn, Steel looks focused.

Falcoon - He better be focused, because looking the part isn't going to help him a bit.

Dunn - Screw that. He better be focused cause he has had this World Title shot on lay away for nearly six months.

Steel steps up the steel ring steps, and onto the ring apron. He carefully steps through the top and middle strands of barbed wire -- through a gap between two flourescent light tubes and into the ring. He takes the LillyAss Championship off of his shoulder and slides it along the mat, into his corner behind the glass pane. His music fades out, and the look of determination widens upon his face.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, 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 the brand new OWF World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. The lights come back up to a normal setting, revealing the wounded forehead of Jesse to not be completely healed yet even over a week after Power Hour. 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 strand of barbed wire where the bottom rope is usually positioned, immediately holding his arms up as the repeated pounding of the drums resonates in the minds of all the fans watching him. The fans in the crowd explode into a loud chorus of cheers for their Champion, sending a deafening set of applause through the arena. He walks to the side of the ring closest to the cameras. He backs into the corner opposite of Steel, with a wide smile upon his face.

Falcoon - Jesse is confident.

Dunn - More confident than a man at fifty percent, at best, should be.

Greene - I got it on good word that Jesse's knee condition is worse than I originally reported.

Falcoon - Well, we will find out now.

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 approaches him and holds up the OWF World Heavyweight Championship once Williams gives it to him. He then hands it over the barbed wire ropes to Missy on the outside, who takes it back to the time keepers table. The referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Trent walks to the center of the ring, as Jesse limps slowly to meet him. Steel holds his arms down, and Jesse fires a short elbow that cracks Steel across the jaw. He staggers around, allowing Jesse to grab Trent into a Half-Nelson. He backpeddles and tosses Steel backwards over his head -- Half Nelson Suplexing Trent through one of the panes of glass in the corner. Trent falls to the mat a bloody mess while the fans explode for Jesse who is favoring his right knee in a bit of pain.

Falcoon - Steel is all cut up from that!

He slowly hobbles towards Trent who is trying to pull himself from the shards of broken glass. He does, but Williams nails a snap kick with his left leg across the side of Trent's leg which drops him to a knee. Williams lifts Trent back up, only to lay a roundhouse kick with his left leg to the side of Trent's head. Staggering him up against the barbed wire. Trent yells in pain as the barbs pierce his flesh in multiple spots, and being unable to free himself. Jesse limps towards Trent, who suddenly pulls himself from the barbed wire and dives at the leg of Jesse. He chop blocks him down to the mat. Jesse rolls on his back in severe pain.

Falcoon - Cheap bastard.

Greene - Definitely.

Dunn - Jesse is down, and Trent is eying those tables around the ring.

Greene - Tables and glass and all that other shit. I hope these two are up to date on Tetanus immunizations.

Falcoon - They've just started off, and it's obvious there's something deeply personal about this. So much history just in the past year.

Steel wipes his mouth and looks for a weapon. He kicks away some of the glass that falls from his body from earlier, the OWF fans heckling him and trying to chant Jesse back to his feet.

Dunn - Who the hell is that? Someone just jumped the ra-- wait! Josh Allen! Josh Allen just slid over, and he's got one of those long lightbulbs in his hands.

Greene - If Jesse Williams was looking to slip away from this easily, it's not going to happen!

Falcoon - Trent Steel hasn't even noticed Josh on the ring apron, he's so fixated on finding another weapon.

Finally, Trent spots Allen, and Allen extends the long lightbulb. Trent hesitates, but decides in favor of accepting it. He steps over Jesse and approaches Josh Allen, taking the lightbulb. Trent turns to face Jesse as Josh jumps off the apron back onto the floor. Trent goes to swing the bulb baseball style, but as he steps forward, Josh reaches in and pulls Steel's feet out from under him. Trent's face crushes the lightbulb as the two meet the mat, and he screams out in pain. Josh yanks Trent under the ropes and tosses him onto the glass-covered concrete around the ring. Trent tries to wipe pieces of lightbulb from his bleeding face. Josh kicks Trent in the gut, then kicks him a second time, and a third. He uses his foot to press Trent's head into the concrete, and screams at him, spit flying from his mouth as his face grows red.

Greene - Josh just told Trent it was 'nothing personal,' but I doubt Steel finds solace in that statement.

Jesse Williams stumbles up, confused and trying to determine whether or not to exit the ring and face off with Josh Alen. Josh looks up and smiles at Jesse. Jesse steps forward, but thinks before climbing out of the ring. As Jesse watches, Josh uses his foot to sweep away shards of glass on the floor, as if clearing a spot. He yanks Trent back to his feet, defending himself against Steel's uppercut shots. Allen soccer balls his left fist and swings it into Trent's groin, Trent doubles over and Josh hits a reverse leg sweep on Steel onto the concrete floor. When Josh gets back up, he points to Jesse, then taps his head three times. Josh grabs Trent's own title belt and wrestles it onto Trent's body. He pulls Steel up by the hair and yells at him while slapping the Lillyass title.

Josh Allen - THIS ... THIS is YOUR belt, Trent Steel. See that?

He forces Trent's face to look in the direction of the OWF world title belt on a table across the floor.

Josh Allen - That, my friend, is not yours. That's for the big boys...

Dunn - Oh, so that's what Josh is up to! He and Jesse have exchanged words for several weeks, even exchanged some big blows, so maybe he's vying for a shot at Jesse's title!

Josh uses all of his force to roll Trent Steel back into the ring. He gives Jesse one last quick glance, winks, then slides back over into the sea of fans, who push him and mock him. Josh shoves back, finally convincing them to leave him alone as he walks toward the nearest exit. Jesse lifts Trents lifeless body from the under the barbed wire, hooking him in a front face lock and tossing his arm over his head. He lifts Trent up into the air, in a vertical suplex position -- before turning Steel to face him in midair. Jesse sits out, driving Steel's head down to the mat as his body falls limp. Jesse pulls himself up, falling on top of Trent as the referee makes the count...1...2...3!

Dunn - J-Dubz Driver I for the win!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...and STILL OWF World Heavyweight Champion...JESSE WIIIIIILLIAMS!

Falcoon - Another successful defense!

Dunn - He's tearing through the competition, but he has to give a lot of credit to Allen.

Greene - And somehow his knee held together for the fifteen minutes he was in that ring.

Falcoon - A win is a win.

Williams is slid the OWF World Title under the bottom strand of barbed wire and he picks it up, holding the belt high in the air.

Falcoon - I wonder what is going to happen between Jennifer Steel and Trent. He lost, but not because he laid down.

Dunn - That's obvious. Allen and Williams had something to say about that.

Greene - That will have to be answered another night.

Falcoon - Garrett is right. We are out of time...Thank for your joining us at Cold Black Day!

Greene - Thank you England!

The telecast fades to the OWF logo.