The cameras slowly close in backstage at the Team Moxie locker room. Alexis Cage storms passed the cameras and bursts into the room where she finds Vacant and Valtiel chatting. Both men stop and glance up at her. Valtiel stands up and leaves the locker room, shutting the door behind him. Alexis looks at Vacant who has the OWF Network Title laying in front of him.

Alexis Cage - I don't know how you squeaked around it, but we're facing off at Blood Bath.

Vacant - I know.

Alexis Cage - I wasn't finished. I spoke to CJ and the match is definitely going down, and there is nothing I can do about that. But I changed the stipulations.

Vacant - I'm interested.

Alexis Cage - It's now a PDA PG-13 match. All weapons are legal, to a point which is rated by the referee. If any competitor bleeds, it's a disqualification on the person who made them bleed. DQ's and Countouts can result in the Title changing hands.

Vacant looks on at Alexis.

Alexis Cage - This way when I kick your ass, I can't be sued for destroying a minor in the first degree.

Alexis turns and chips in one last line.

Alexis Cage - See you soon.

The camera switches to Valtiel who is standing in a hallway pretty far from the team Moxie locker room. Suddenly, a series of paranormal events begin to happen around him. Lights flicker, he begins hearing odd sounds, and the lights above finally go out for a moment. When the lights flicker back on, Valtiel notices the word murder written on the wall beside him in red.

Falcoon - What the hell?

Valtiel then reaches down, grabbing a steel pipe and heading off as if he is looking for someone as he mutters..

Valtiel - Adam...

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

Surveillance is down, I've lost their position.
Protect the live room, they mustn't stop our transmission.
This is red alert, kill on sight, these men are soldiers.
Do anything you can, it's a hostile takeover!

A video shows the Cult of Steel fans, along with The Splatter Zone for Vacant. The avid teenage girl fans of the resident pop-star Moxie Roxie.

The security's trapped, confused by the act
Two men with balaclavas leaving him tied and gagged
Dragged into the toilets with his hands cuffed
Where his legs are now tied to the radiator.

Static comes across the screen as images of violence inside the OWF ring are shown. The most brutal attacks in the last six months flash across the screens inside the arena and through the feed to the OWF Network. The song breaks off and it becomes spoken word still showing the static and the many superstars of the OWF executing their signature moves.

And now we memorized the way around the building. According to the masterplans and blueprints...

The song kicks back in at a faster pace with a furious guitar behind it as the drums pound loudly.

Turn left out of the toilet up the stairs
Take a right, straight ahead, room 206 live on air!
Its time to execute, hold the rest of em back
It's your vote baby. Now's the time to react!

The screen cuts to black but the music continues. Suddenly the words are yelled as the screen fades back into a view of the rabid crowds the OWF has had over the years.

Damn, let's drop the bomb baby, yeah, lets go!

They've taken over, they've taken over, what? what?
They've taken over, they've taken over, yo, yo
They've taken over, they've taken over, what? what?
OWF ; Power Hour? IT'S A HOSTILE TAKEOVER!

As the vocals fade out, the guitars slowly fade along with it and we cut to black.

The cameras cut to the sold out Carmichael Auditorium. The music of "Hostile Takeover" by Mark B and Blade reboots in the arena, sending the crowd into another frenzy. A string of pyro shoots from the rafters and crashes into the stage which is specially built for this special event. The OWF Tron is built up with steel girders and scaffolding all splattered in lime and yellow paint. This includes the entrance way, the stage at the top of the ramp and the ramp itself.

Falcoon - AHHHHOOO! WELCOME TO YOUR SHOW! Power Hour: Hostile Takeover!

Dunn - It smells like whitetrash in here.

Kissens - You would know!

We cut to a feed of Jared Wave, where he is seen backstage warming up for his match when a knock is heard on his door

Jared Wave - Come in.

Joe walks in, ready for his own match.

Joe Cool - You ready for your match against Steel?

Jared Wave - Hell yeah, man. Dude I want to thank you for all the time that you put into helping me out. I feel stronger and faster, I know Trent won't be a problem.

Joe Cool - Well, don't get cocky. Trent's been here a lot longer than you, so he's going to take it to you out there. One mistake and you could be done.

Jared Wave - Yeah, well that's why we trained isn't it?

Joe Cool - One training session won't cut it, it's what you do in the ring. You were undefeated until you faced me, and let's just make sure you keep only one loss on your record.

Jared Wave - Question bro, why would you help me? Aren't I technically competition?

Joe Cool - I've got my reasons. For right now, let's just say it's because we're both Jersey natives.

Jared Wave - Well in that case, I hope you win your match with Greg... what's his name.

Joe starts to leave, but before he does he comes back in as if he forgot something.

Joe Cool - Meant to tell you, I'm trying to get us in some tag matches together. We've got to learn to work as a team as part of your training. You want to be the best, you've got to be able to handle all aspects of wrestling. You never know when a tag team match will be thrown your way.

Jared Wave - Sounds good. I'll go kick Trent's ass now.

Joe Cool - Good luck.

Joe leaves and Wave soon follows, and they go down opposite directions down the hallway. The cameras cut back to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - Jared Wave and Joe Cool have formed an alliance.

Kissens - Two Jersey boys.

Dunn - ...I'm not whitetrash, Jackie.

Kissens - You're still hung up on this?

Dunn - YES! Take it back!

Falcoon - Enough, enough...We have a great card lined up tonight and there's not enough time to listen to you two bicker.

Kissens - Shut up, Gordie.

Dunn - Yeah! Shut up!

Falcoon - Fine. You two carry the show!

Silence comes over the announcers booth as the cameras pan in to a view of all three on-air personalities. Falcoon laughs and continues on.

Falcoon - Anyways. Folks, for you that aren't privvy to what we have done here, we have given the fans the right to vote various aspects of tonights card.

Kissens - Voting ended and a great card has been booked.

Dunn - I agree. The fans got it right for once.

Once the smoke from the pyro clears, Missy Janson stands up from her seat at ringside with a microphone in hand and proceeds to walk to the nearest set of steel steps on the near side of the ring.

Falcoon - Well it looks like it's time for the first match of the night.

She quickly hurries up the steps and onto the ring apron -- parting the middle and bottom rope as she steps through and into the ring. Once inside the fans give her a warm welcome, which brings a smile to her face as she stands tall in the middle of the ring facing the set of cameras. Missy Janson lifts the microphone up to her lips and begins her announcements.

Missy Janson - The first match of the night is a Fans Choice Match, where you the fans got to choose the two competitors who would compete in a one fall normal match. Coming to the ring first, the first competitor selected...From East Brunswick, New Jersey...Jared Wave!

Dunn - I really like this guy, he's shown incredible potential.

"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.

Kissens - And the 2,300,000 fans that voted in this poll have noted that potential. Wave secured the majority with over 1.1 million of those votes, which was enough to beat out Jason Blood who received a few nods short of one million with 900,000 votes.

Runs down ramp area and slides into the ring. Raises his arms as sparks fly from the turnbuckles.

Falcoon - Filthy Rich received only a handful of votes, but has really shown what he is worth lately leaving many fans regretting that vote. But in the biggest shock, Cokekid had nearly 300,000 votes which by default gave him the third most.

Wave retreats to his corner.

Dunn - Fans love Coke...

Kissens - Cokekid you mean?

Dunn - Nope.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, the second competitor you the fans selected...From Pittsburgh, Pennslyvania..."The Son of a Bitch" Trent Steel!

“No More Sorrow” by Linken Park starts to play as the lights go dark and smoke pours from the entrance way. Out of the smoke Trent Steel emerges. He holds out his arms in a cross like pose as the fans boo him heavily.

Falcoon - Trent Steel and Zakk Simmons fought for this one with Steel receiving 1.1 million of the 2,400,000 votes casted by the fans. Simmons had just over 900,000 votes, giving him second.

Dunn - Robin Sparks came in third with 300,000 votes and G Dogg in last with just under 100,000 votes.

Kissens - The fans really came out for this event.

Steel slides under the bottom rope and gets into his corner, awaiting the start of the match as his music fades out.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Steel and Wave circle around each other.

Falcoon - Steel looks pretty beaten up.

Dunn - I wonder why.

Kissens - He's very slow in the ring tonight.

Steel lunges at Jared Wave, but he ducks and Wave is able to grab Steel in a reverse waistlock and nail a release german suplex. Steel holds the back of his head, struggling to get to his feet while Jared Wave stalks him. He lifts Steel up, but Trent attempts a small package...1...2...wave rolls through and stands up lifting Trent up with a fishermans suplex and nailing him to the mat. Wave hops on top of Steel, looking for the pin...1...2...kickout!

Dunn - Something is definitely up with Trent.

Both men push themselves up to their feet with Steel attemping a clothesline which Wave ducks and turns into a falling neckbreaker right next to the corner. In one bound, Jared Wave leaps up to the top rope and leaps off executing a flawless Shooting Star Press which connects right onto the chest of Steel.

Falcoon - Shooting Star!

Kissens - The count!

The referee slides into place...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Jared Wave!

Falcoon - That's a huge upset!

Kissens - This is just the victory he needed!

Dunn - Steel is in no shape to be here tonight. He came for the fans.

Falcoon - He definitely isn't at 100%.

Jared leaves the ring, slapping a few fives as he exits while Steel rolls up to his feet and walks to the nearside ropes calling for a microphone. He receives it from Missy and stands tall in the ring.

Trent Steel - So I bet your all wondering what's next for "The Blackheart" right?

Dunn - Not after that performance.

Trent Steel - Well your going to enjoy this...As of right now. I am declaring war. The whole roster has begun to get a bit more sick and twisted but we're also getting in a bunch of new pretty boys. At Bloodbath I'm going to show you just who is really in charge of how OWF is going to be in the next year. Not CJ. Not DiK. No...it's me. Starting at Bloodbath I'm on the road to taking what is mine. I'm going to start by breaking every person on the roster if I have to. So Jesse. Hold out. Because since I'm a better and more honorable person that most of these arrogant idiots. I'm coming for you. Get ready to lose everything you ever cared about. Oh and I know who you did a few nights ago!

Steel drops the microphone and exits the ring.

Falcoon - So, Steel is going after Jesse now?

Dunn - Seems like it.

Kissens - About damn time, he's been ducking him forever.

We cut backstage to see Moxie Roxie entering her locker room, to which the fans in the arena give a warm welcome.

Kissens - Ooh! Good change of pace. Moxie is here!

Inside, she finds a retired replica of the former Public Display of Aggression championship. The camera focuses in on the name plate to see who it once belonged to as Moxie stares at it blankly in confusion. The name plate however has been carved, scratched and tore away enouogh so that the full name is just not visible. The only things you can make out are the letters; ME N

Falcoon - What the hell was that all about?

Kissens - Apparently Men...I'm interested...

Dunn - Me too...I mean uh...It's kinda weird?

We cut back to see Moxie looking around her locker room where she finds a bloodied Valtiel. She yells for Vacant as the cameras cut to the announcers booth.

Kissens - What?

Dunn - I said...it's time for the next match!

Missy Janson - The following match up is a Power Hour Match, as chosen by the fans. The two competitors in this match have been drinking a shot of beer on the minute for an entire hour. The first competitor to puke will lose the match. Coming to the ring first, from Sakurai, Nara, Japan....Akira Kanemura!

PA System - If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son, I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one!

Akira slowly stumbles out of the entrance way, looking incredibly out of it already.

Dunn - Fans didn't do him well with this. 2,200,000 votes were casted and Power Hour Match edged out the competition with just over 900,000 votes.

He somehow walks down the ramp, completely unaware of his surroundings. He rolls into the ring and has a hard time pushing himself up to his feet. He grabs onto the ropes and hoists himself up.

Kissens - There you go.

Falcoon - My money is on Munday.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Green Bay, Wisconsin...Drake Munday!

"Paint It Black" by The Rolling Stones hits the speakers and a very tipsy Drake Munday begins to hobble down the ramp.

Falcoon - It doesn't seem that this stip is good for either man. Three Rope Breaks and Capture The Flag received 700,000 votes and 600,000, respectively, so close, but no cigar.

Kissens - Should be fun to watch.

He pulls himself under the bottom rope as well and gets up to his feet ready to start. The referee enters the ring, with a silver platter holding two shot glasses full of beer. Each competitor grabs their final shot and swigs it down, beginning the match.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Munday kicks Akira in the gut, sending him down to the mat coughing but not puking yet. From his kneeling position he lunges at the stomach of Munday and drives the top of his head right into Drake's abdomen. Drake finds himself a little choked up, but Akira Kanemura is still on the mat on the verge of losing his lunch. Munday runs to Akira and kicks him across his rib cage -- sending him flat down to the mat. Munday wobbles around the ring, losing his sense of balance for a second, before grabbing a hold of the ropes and hanging himself up on them. He stands and waits looking at Kanemura, waiting for him to get back up to his feet.

Falcoon - I don't know how Akira could drink that much and not be dead.

Dunn - This could be zombie Akira.

Kissens - Ooooh. Creepy.

Dunn - Right?

Falcoon - You belong on the ASW Creative Team.

Dunn - Thank -- I mean, screw you!

Akira somehow gets back to his feet and stumbles awkwardly towards Munday who pushes Akira back into the corner. Munday fires away, being the more sober of the two men, with rights and lefts that push Akira closer and closer to his breaking point.

Dunn - Munday better move or else he's going to need a good shower after this match.

Drake stops and nails a back kick to the stomach of Akira who falls to his knees on the mat but does not vomit. He coughs violently, spitting every once in a while, but he seems to be keeping the beer down. Munday reaches down, grabbing Akira by his legs and pulling him down to his back on the mat. He puts both of Akiras legs under his armpits and begins to airplane spin him around in circles.

Falcoon - This is gonne be it!

Immediately Akira begins to puke, sending a spray across the ring to which Munday lets go of him.

Kissens - GROSS!

Missy Janson - Akira Kanemura has puked, therefore the winner of this match is Drake Munday!

Falcoon - Very.

Dunn - It's what the fans wanted to see.

Kissens - Unfortunately.

Falcoon - Well apparently there's a problem backstage with security...I'm being told there's some disgruntled fans back there now.

The screen reveals seven men being told by security they're not allowed to be backstage during the show as a family walks directly past the semi-armed men. A shorter decently built man in Front wearing a plain black shirt stating "No Rules", with his backstage pass clearly exposed speaks up.

Dunn - Dude! They let that family in?!

Falcoon - What family?

Man A - These tickets were coutesy of the commisioner. We're here to scout some 'supposed' talent here to see whether or not you're good enough for one of ours to be holding your tag team titles, so let us through the gates. Please.

Kissens - Let em in, the tall one's kinda cute.

The guard shakes his head no, and at this a man with a shaved head steps in and assaults the tallest meanest looking guard with a straight fist to his mouth. Six of the seven men take on the easily outnumbering security now somewhere around twelve to thirteen. The six men are not quietly subdued, but subdued no less when Trent Steel arrives from nowhere and literally knocks out all six of the men. The first man who stood up to the guards about the courtesy tickts, who also didn't throw a swing. Steps foorward and eyeballs Steel.

Falcoon - God good call the police!

Dunn - What? No man!

Trent Steel - You look familiar...Do I know you?

Kissens - I'm glad I know Trent.

Dunn - Pffft No you're not.

Man A - Get up boys... Our boy'll be just fine here. He can handle this.

The man turns and awakens his fallen companions and exits the building, as Steel turns and shakes his head. He heads back to grab something and the camera follows him. Trent reaches for his gym bag at the bottom of his locker door, and notices the door now open.

Trent Steel - What the?

Trent readies a pipe from within his bag and shoves the door open ready to swing on the first thing breathing to reveal..

Falcoon & Kissens - A mop?

Dunn - What?

There is indeed nothing ut a mop standing on it's sick end against his locker. The mop has a paper plate stapled to it's brush that has a smiling clown face drawn on it in crayon. There is some type of hand-like creation wrapped around the handle. The hands are holding a sign that reads...

Trent Steel - Amen?

We cut back to the announcers booth as Missy Janson stands in the center of the ring awaiting her chance to make the announcements.

Falcoon - Things are getting weird here.

Dunn - Incredibly.

Kissens - Good thing it's time for Greggy!

Missy Janson - The next matchup is a Fan Club Presidental Election Match which you fans chose as the prize of this match. The loser of the match will have to form a Fan Club for their opponent and join it as the President until the day they die...

The fans cheer loudly.

Dunn - 2.2 million votes were cast with 900,000 being for starting up a fan club for the winner. The bodyguard stipulation received 700,000 votes, coming in second.

Falcoon - The fans sure enjoyed this idea.

Kissens - Hopefully they are all watching tonight.

Missy Janson - In the type of match, you the fans chose a Special Guest Referee Match, with Gary Busey as the special guest. The match will be a one fall.

Falcoon - With 2 million votes in this poll, Gary Busey as Special Guest Referee had over 800,000 votes, putting it in first.

Kissens - I can't believe he's popular.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the special guest referee...Gary Busey!

PA System - I'M BUSEY!

Gary Busey walks out from the back with a black and white striped referee's shirt with the sleeves torn off. He jogs down to the ring and hops up onto the apron. When he enters the ring Missy quickly walks away from him as he smiles very wide at the crowd.

Missy Janson - The first competitor coming to the ring, from Jersey City, New Jersey...Joe Cool!

Lights flash then dim, and "The Man Without Fear" by Drowning Pool & Rob Zombie fills the speakers.

PA System - GO!

Lights flash about the arena and Joe steps on to the stage and looks around at the crowd, then leans back, arms outstreched as pyro blasts up around him. He runs towards the ring and slides in.

I am The Man Without 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.

You can't hurt me.
NO.
You can't stop me.
NO.
You can't beat me.
NO.
You can't bring me DOWN!

He jumps down from the turnbuckle and loosens up for his match.

Falcoon - This is the future of the OWF right here.

Kissens - He has the odds stacked against him tonight.

Dunn - Surely.

Kissens - No, I'm Jackie, y'all!

Falcoon - Ugh.

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.

PA System - CAAAAAALIFORNIA LOOOOOOOOOVE!

"California Love" by Tupac ft. Dr. Dre blares over the speakers as Greg Jackson comes out on to the ramp. The fans are going crazy as Greg jumps in rhythm with the song pumping his arms up and down to get the fans into it. He walks down the ramp with his eyes on the ring, eventually making his way to ringside and sliding under the bottom rope. He pushes himself up and the fans again cheer loudly as his music fades out.

Missy leaves the ring and Gary Busey calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Joe Cool and Greg Jackson walk around each other with Gary Busey watching intently. They lock up, with Jackson getting the upper hand and throwing Joe Cool into the ropes. He bounces off and ducks a clothesline attempt from Jackson and continues to run against the opposite set of ropes. He charges back and takes Greg down with a shoulder charge. Busey runs in and pushes Cool back and motions to Cool about pulling Jackson's hair.

Dunn - Does Gary Busey even know where he is?

Kissens - I doubt it with him warning Cool about pulling Greg's hair.

Gary walks away which leaves Cool a little bit stunned, he reaches down and grabs a hold of Gregs arm. He lifts him up to his feet only to body slam him down to his back. Again Busey steps in and warns Joe Cool again, this time about finger pokes to the eyes.

Falcoon - This is ridiculous.

Dunn - How can we have a legit match with Moron McDumbass in there?

Kissens - Good one, y'all.

Cool backs off and waits for Jackson to get back up to his feet. Joe rushes him, but Greg rolls Joe into a small package. Busey falls to the mat and makes a quick count. 1..2..kickout by Cool. Greg looks up furiously at Gary who stands up and backs away from Jackson. Greg stands up and confronts Gary who is backed into the corner. Joe pushes himself up, pulling Jackson down with a school boy pin. Greg is locked up tight which forces Busey to come over and make a very slow count.....1......2.......Busey looks at Greg who can't get out...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Joe Cool!

Dunn - Busey made the count!

Falcoon - Joe Cool earned it regardless.

Busey holds up the arm of Joe Cool who receives a very nice responce from the crowd. Jackson begins pushing himself up to his feet.

Kissens - Poor Greggy. Now he needs to open up a fan club.

Dunn - Maybe it'll be good for him.

Falcoon - Probably not.

We cut backstage to find Jesse Williams walking the halls, without his OWF World Title. There is a look of determination over his face as he rounds a corner and the thunderous applause from the crowd in the arena comes rumbling down the hallway. Williams pushes his way through a few wrestlers.

Falcoon - Where the hell is he going?

Dunn - No clue.

Kissens - It's time for a commercial! We'll find out after the break.

On Wednesday August 6th, 2008...We invite you to join us in a celebration that is truely one of a kind. It's been exactly one decade, ten years, since the Outsider Wrestling Federation opened it's doors. Now we have earned the right to celebrate a huge accomplishment in our history.

We hope that you join us. Thank you.

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The screen fades to the following words on the screen...

TEN-YEAR ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL
OWF
BLOOD BATH
LIVE FROM THE OUTSIDER DOME
IN RALEIGH, NORTH CAROLINA
AUGUST 6TH, 2008
ONLY ON PAY-PER-VIEW!

The cameras open up in the office of President Chase Johnson. He sits in front of his desk looking at some papers when his door is slammed open. CJ's eyes glance at the door and sees Jesse Williams walk inside and make a bee-line right for his desk. Williams slams his hands down onto the top of Chase's desk in anger.

Prez CJ - How...can I help you, Incredible Hulk?

Jesse Williams - I want Steel.

Prez CJ - Why?

Jesse Williams - He's spreading these horrific lies like he has control over Sarah when I know exactly where she is at all times and he hasn't the faintest clue.

CJ sighs.

Prez CJ - I know. But you can't go after the guy just because he's hoping to catch you sleeping.

Jesse Williams - I want Steel at Blood Bath.

Prez CJ - You already have a match, though.

Williams tweaks his head.

Prez CJ - You didn't hear?

Voice - Hey Dubz!

An all too familiar voice rings across the room.

Falcoon - GREEN! It's Chris Green!

Dunn - Ugh.

Prez CJ - Chris Green versus Jesse Williams!

Chris Green - One last time, pal?

Jesse stares at Green, then back to CJ as the fans are bursting with excitement in the arena. The cameras fade back to the announcers.

Falcoon - Well we have our World Title Match.

Dunn - Should be a good one.

Kissens - Hopefully better than the last match up.

Falcoon - I think they'll both step it up.

Dunn - Well enough about then, the Main Event is now!

Missy Janson - It is now time for the Main Event of the evening. The fans received the right to choose the stipulations of this match, and over 2.2 million votes were casted.

The fans cheer.

Missy Janson - There was a tie for three stipulations, therefore, CJ chose the stipulation to be a 25 Minute Iron Man Match for the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships!

The fans roar back even louder.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the first member of the challenging team selected by the fans...From Anchorage, Alaska...Eclipse!

"Drag you down" by Finger Eleven blares throughout the arena. The fans squint trying to see what's going on around the dark entrance way when suddenly a figure emerges from the darkness as if ripping itself out of it. A flowing, ragged black cloak envelops her body and head while her attractive, scarred face is split into two sides. The right side looks normal while the left is painted paler with black stitches painted on causing the whole left side of her face to look as if it's been pieced backed together. Especially around the eyes and lips. Slowly she walks down the ramp towards the ring. With every step the light in front of her dims so that she is never walking in full illumination. After entering the ring she stops near the ropes while looking at her opponents with her head tilted downward and to the side at a strange angle.

Falcoon - Eclipse is a beast.

Kissens - And Moxie...is not.

Dunn - I can't wait to see how this team is going to match up.

Missy Janson - And her partner, also chosen by the fans, From Blaise, California....Moxie Roxie!

PA System - Everyone sucks but me.

Riot girls across the arena unite, as the irritatingly feminist pop punk beat of Le Tigre's "Deceptacon" bleeds through the PA. The up tempo tune unites fans of poor and average taste in a show of approval for OWF's resident rock star. The curtain parts, revealing our priestess of punk, who throws up the devil horns with one hand. After playing with the height of the international symbol for rock 'n' roll, she notices she has the ability to control the volume of the crowd. Deciding this ability is useless, Moxie begins her trek to the ring. It is a trek free of skipping and hand slapping. She just tries to keep her distance. Leaping to the apron, Moxie heads to the nearest corner and steps up on the second turnbuckle. Giving a bow to her indiscernable number of fans, she flips into the ring to prepare for action.

Moxie and Eclipse stand very aware of each other in their corner. No words are shared between the two as they turn their eyes from each other to the entrance way.

Falcoon - The Thugs have had a very impressive reign as Tag Champions.

Dunn - All of the current champions, minus the Thugs, won their titles at Quest For The Best. Thugs won them a month later at Determined.

Kissens - Better competition here for sure.

Falcoon - Well this should surely be their biggest challenge yet.

Missy Janson - And their opponents, they are the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions....The Gangster's Disiciples; Thug 1 and Thug 2!

Both of the Thugs run out holding their belts and they immediately charge to the ring. They slide under the bottom ropes and stare across the ring at Moxie and Eclipse with their music blaring behind them.

A large twenty five minute clock comes across the OWF Tron as the Thug's music cuts down and a referee makes his way into the ring. Thug 2 and Moxie Roxie step to the outside of the ring, leaving Eclipse and Thug 1 as the two legal participants.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

25:00
0-0

Eclipse and Thug 1 circle each other, watching one another very carefully. They lock up with Thug 1 getting the upper hand, locking Eclipse in a hammer lock behind her back. Eclipse is able to roll out of it and nail a roundhouse kick to the side of Thug 1's head which dazes him enough for Eclipse to tag in Moxie. Moxie immediately climbs up to the top rope and leaps off, nailing a missle dropkick to the chest of Thug 1 which sends him down to the mat. Moxie quickly tries to cover him, but he pushes her off before the referee can count to one. Moxie runs back and tags back in Eclipse.

Falcoon - Nice team work so far by Eclipse and Moxie.

Kissens - I'm afraid thats the only way they'll have a chance.

Eclipse comes in and immediately begins to lay into Thug 1 with hard stomps all over his midsection. Eventually she stops and lifts him to his feet, only to take him down with a drop toe hold followed by a sharp elbow drop to the back of his head.

21:12
0-0

Falcoon - Almost four minutes in, and still no falls.

Eclipse lifts him up and irish whips him back first into the nearest corner. She charges at him and looks for a splash, but Thug 1 is able to duck out of the way at the last second. He hobbles across the ring and tags in Thug 2 who comes into the ring and goes right after a recovering Eclipse. He nails her right off the bat with a hard forearm smash that backs her down into the corner. He lifts her up to a sitting position on the top rope, but quickly finds two boots in his face for his troubles. Eclipse leaps off with a cross body block that sends Thug 2 down to the mat, but he rolls through and covers Eclipse. The referee slides into place...1...2...kickout!

Dunn - That almost backfired on Eclipse big time.

Kissens - Good thing she was as prepared as she was.

Both Thug 2 and Eclipse rush up to their feet and meet face to face in the center of the ring. Thug 2 looks for a huge clothesline, but Eclipse hooks it and rolls Thug 2 down her back into a crucifix pin. The referee drops into place...1...2...3!

Dunn - Whoa!

Falcoon - That's the first fall!

17:34
1-0

Kissens - Let's go girls!

Thug 2 looks shocked as Eclipse stands up ready to continue on. The referee forces both of them back to their respective corners before they can continue the match.

Dunn - It's always best to have a lead to defend in matches like this.

The referee calls for them to begin again and both Eclipse and Thug 2 head right back towards each other in the center of the ring. Eclipse looks for a left hook but it is deflected by Thug 2 who takes her down with a hip drag to the mat. Thug 2 bounces right up, glancing at Eclipse and waiting for her to get back up. She stumbles back into her corner, where Moxie tags herself in. She runs right into the ring and baseball slides between the legs of Thug 2, standing up and nailing a dropkick to the back of his left knee. This sends him down to a kneeling position for a moment and gives Moxie enough time to bounce off the opposite set of ropes and head straight towards Thug 2. She leaps into the air, nailing a dropkick to his jaw which doesn't send him to the mat but knocks him for a loop.

Falcoon - How is he not out cold?

Moxie charges against the same set of ropes again, and runs to Thug 2 but he grabs her around the throat. He lifts her up into the air and chokeslams her down to the mat. Thug 2 stands up and walks to his corner, dragging Moxie by her hair. He tags in Thug 1 who lifts her up to her feet and quickly tucks her head between his legs. He lifts her up and nails a sit out powerbomb in the middle of the ring. The referee makes the count with all of Thug's weight down on Moxie...1...2...3!

13:29
1-1

Dunn - Well now it's tied up again.

Kissens - Moxie and Eclipse have to get back on the same page.

Thug 1 retreats to his corner while Moxie slowly crawls back towards hers. She extends her hand towards Eclipse who gladly gets back into the ring. She runs in and charges immediately at Thug 1, knocking him down to the mat with a flying elbow. She turns and decks Thug 2 for good measure before she begins going to work on Thug 1 with any kind of strike she can fire at him. Fists, elbows, knees and shins come flying at Thug 1 from so many angles he can't possibly block them all. He falls to the mat, defending himself as Eclipse backs off and eggs him on into getting up.

Falcoon - It's great seeing Eclipse back.

Thug 1 pulls himself up and he slowly steps towards Eclipse while keeping an eye out for her. They lock up, with Eclipse getting the upper hand briefly before Thug 1 takes her down with a russian leg sweep out of nowhere. The move stuns Eclipse enough so Thug 1 can get up and look to make a tag. Thug 2 extends his hand but Eclipse is able to grab onto Thug 1's foot and tug him back into the center of the ring. She drops a hard elbow to his lower back and then locks a front face lock on him on the mat preventing him from getting to his partner to make the tag.

9:56
1-1

Kissens - Ten minutes left and it's tied.

Falcoon - Someone is going to have to step up.

Eclipse tightens the lock as tight as she can, trying to drain the life and stamina from Thug 1. Moxie is cheering her on, while also looking for the opportunity to get into the ring. Both competitors in the ring begin to struggle for position in the ring, with neither of them getting a huge advantage over the other. Eventually Thug breaks out of the lock and pushes himself free of Eclipse's grip, following it up with a toe kick right to her midsection and a rising knee right to her face. Thug 1 turns and heads towards his corner but Eclipse grabs his foot, preventing from making the tag again. He turns around, only to find Eclipse diving and tagging in Moxie which gets a huge roar from the fans.

Kissens - MOXIE!

Moxie runs in and begins to chop down Thug 1 with hard kicks and elbow strikes. She is able to get him down to one knee where she brings up a hard shin right across his jaw which sends him down to his back. Moxie leaps up to the top rope with one bound and leaps off, but Thug 1 rolls out of the way. Moxie sees this and is able to roll out of her free fall and land on her feet. Thug 1 stands up, unaware of Moxie behind him and she rolls him up with the referee right behind her ready to make the count....1...2...3!

Dunn - Again!

04:24
2-1

Falcoon - We may be witnessing new tag team champions!

Moxie rolls off Thug 1 and back to her corner as the fans are getting crazy. Thug 1 slowly rolls onto his stomach and drags himself to his corner as the time ticks off the clock.

Dunn - He's costing his team precious time.

Thug 2 has his hand extended into the ring as far as he can while Moxie just watches the clock tick down. Finally he makes the tag and Thug 2 gets into the ring, heading right towards Moxie as he looks to make up the deficit. Roxie avoids him by spinning out of a lock up attempt and out into the center of the ring. Thug 2 turns around and pursues Moxie who keeps trying to avoid him.

Kissens - I hate to say, but she won't be able to do this for the next three minutes and change y'all.

Falcoon - I know. She better come up with a better plan.

Finally, Thug 2 catches her but she wiggles free with a few hard strikes to his throat. She bounces off the ropes but he catches her with a wide clothesline.

02:27
2-1

Thug 2 reaches down, grabbing a handful of her hair and dragging Moxie back to her feet. He pushes her into the ropes, but she grabs a hold of them in time to swing her feet up and catch Thug 2 in the jaw. She dives and quickly tags in Eclipse.

Dunn - Smart move.

Thug 2 stands up and immediately goes after Eclipse as the two stand in the center of the ring exchanging rights and lefts. The two do battle with neither giving an inch to the other.

Falcoon - The Thugs better do something.

Eclipse tackles Thug 2 down and locks him in a side head lock, grounding him.

01:03
2-1

Kissens - There's only a minute left!

Eclipse keeps Thug 2 in the side headlock, but he slowly begins pushing himself up to his feet. He lifts Eclipse up and nails a back drop suplex and attempts a pin...1...2...kickout.

00:33
2-1

Both Eclipse and Thug 2 stand up with Thug 2 going after Eclipse. She ducks his attack and takes him down with a leg sweep.

Dunn - Key counter!

00:12
2-1

Eclipse backs off as she watches the clock click down to zero.

00:00
2-1

Missy Janson - The winners match, and NEW OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions...Eclipse and Moxie Roxie!

Dunn - New Tag Team Champions!

Kissens - Moxie gets her first taste of gold!

Suddenly a figure jumps over the railing and slides into the ring. He gets behind Thug 1 and spins him around. He kicks him in the gut and tucks his head between his legs, setting him up for a pedigree.

Dunn - What the hell is he doing?

The huge man picks up Thug 1 to a piledriver position, with the arms still hooked, and drops to his knees driving the Thug's head into the mat.

Falcoon - I KNOW WHO THAT IS!

Kissens - I know that move!

The fans are going wild as they see the figure in the ring.

Falcoon - IT'S HARKER! He's in the OWF!

Dunn - Holy crap.

Kissens - And he made quite the statement on Power Hour!

Falcoon - WHAT a night!

Commish DK - And it's not over yet, Gordie!

An image of Commissioner DK comes over the OWF Tron. He sits at his desk with a wide smile upon his face.

Commish DK - There is one more match I have to show you all. See, the fans spoke loud and clear tonight but without a doubt they said one thing much louder than others.

DK clears his throat.

Commish DK - I was sent two tapes, one from Vacant and one from Steel concerning their unsanctioned match. Since that time, the fans have been flooding us with calls, e-mails and letters demanding to see the match. Tonight, you get your wish. We edited the best angles of both matches together and here it is -- uncensored.

The fans cheer loudly.

Commish DK - Enjoy.

Static.

The camera cuts back on in a shaky hand. We are in a abandoned warehouse in Pittsburgh. The camera moves forward as we come to what looks like a cage like netting on the floor made of metal. Right below us is a arena. Very small space. Hanging directly in the center is a cage with one occupant. Zack Perry. He's bound and gagged sitting in a chair inside of the small cage handing above the hard concrete floor of the makeshift arena. Right below him is a man in a black trenchcoat with his wild black long hair free flowing as he holds his arms up. The crowd gathering around the camera screams out as we switch feeds to cameras inside of the arena. Inside the arena the walls are all concrete and spraypainted with a variety of graffetti. Various weapons lie on the ground and on the walls. There is one door inside the arena. It is unopened as Trent Steel smirks into the security camera directly in front of him.

Trent Steel - MY CHILDREN!!! Tonight a score is about to be settled. Tonight a sinner shall have a chance to make amends. I hold what he wants.

He gestures to Zack Perry.

Trent Steel - Let's see if he can get him.

The doors open up and we see Vacant emerge from the darkness behind the door. The door quickly slams shut and Vacant pops his knuckles. Suddenly we hear cheers from up top and Vacant looks up to see a lot of kids wearing "Splatter Zone" shirts and already getting into brawls with the Cult of Steel members. Vacant looks over at Steel.

Trent Steel - Figured I'd level the playing field. No fans. No wards. No friends. No family...just you and I.

Vacant nods.

Trent Steel - The object is simple. I hold on me a key to the cage. It's low enough for you to jump up to so there is no need for ladders or chairs. Your goal. Get the key and get your dad out of here. Once that lock is undone. The match stops. You have my word. My goal...is to break you until I decide you have had enough. You got it?

Vacant nods.

Vacant - Let's do this.

Vacant shuts his mouth then runs towards Steel. Steel shakes his head and dodges a flying punch. Vacant whirls around and Trent kicks him square in the balls hard. Vacant goes down to one knee as Trent toe kicks him in the side of the head. Trent picks up Vacant and tosses him head first into the concrete walls. The fans up top are going nuts as Trent picks up a 2 x 4 and cracks it over Vacant's back. Trent drags Vacant over to the center of the arena and slams him back first onto the ground. Trent takes his right foot and puts it on Vacant's throat.

Trent Steel - Come on...Daddy's been waiting for week's to see what you can do! I thought you were made of sterner stuff.

Vacant reaches over with a free hand and grabs a brickhammer. He slams the hammer into Steel's right foot.

Vacant - You'll find I'm just full of surprises.

Vacant attacks Trent's injured foot and double foot stomps it. Trent rolls onto his back from the pain. Vacant rares back with the brickhammer and swings at Trent's head. He misses. Trent catches the hand with the hammer and twists causing Vacant to drop the hammer. Trent headbutts Vacant and both men go onto the floor. Trent gets up hobbling and gimps over to a barrell. He reaches inside of it to pull out a glass bottle of Jack Daniels. He chugs it down like water as Vacant gets up. Vacant charges at Steel. Who ducks again and punches Vacant in the gut. Vacant goes down and gets smacked in the head by a shattering bottle of Dunn. The kid screams as the glass has cut his neck. Trent grabs him by the neck and slams him again into the concrete wall. A variety of kicks occur to Vacant's midsection. Trent grabs Vacant and kicks him in the gut. Vacant grabs the foot. Trent flips him off and hits a enzuguri sending Vacant flying into the center of the ring.

Trent Steel - Is that the best you got! This is a fucking squash you little shit. Your locked in a room with me and the only way out is the one thing you can't do. Get the better of me!

Vacant - You going to talk me to death?

Trent smirks as he takes off the trenchcoat wrapped around Steel's back in a harness is a barbwire chain whip, The Reaper. Vacant gets up to his feet as Trent let's the whip loose and it wraps around Vacant's right arm. Steel yanks on it cutting into Vacant's arm. He pulls Vacant towards him and Steel drills him with a heartpunch sending the kid to the ground. Trent wraps up Vacant's face in barbwire from the whip and pulls cutting into the mask and ripping it. Trent lets go of The Reaper and pulls the whip off of Vacant and the kid rolls around in pain. Trent waits for him to start to get up and kicks him square in the ribs. Trent picks up Vacant and bitchsmacks him right back down. The crowd screaming in a chorus of boo's and cheers.

Trent Steel - Get up kid I haven't even broken a sweat yet!

Vacant looks up with one eye of his mask exposed looks up at Trent and starts to get up. Trent pulls him and rares back to punch him. Vacant pushes him back and keeps going until they reach the wall on the other side. Trent gets slammed into the wall and Vacant starts punching him. No style. No showmanship. Just punch after punch after punch after punch. Vacant reaches down and pulls Trent Steel's shirt back to grab a necklace around his neck with a key. Vacant looks up and jumps up to the cage. He starts to go for the lock and realizes the key doesn't fit. Vacant looks back at Trent who is starting to get up. Vacant leaps from the cage and Trent eyeballs him. Trent leaps up and dropkicks Vacant in the face sending him back into the small cage. He hits the back of his head and falls down with a sickening thud. Vacant isn't moving as Trent walks over to the door to the room and opens it. He comes back in with a bucket and doses the contents onto Vacant. Vacant wakes up and looks around.

Trent Steel - I am not finished with you yet boy! Did you really think I would be that stupid to carry the key around my neck.

Vacant gets up shaky as Trent charges at him. He swings and Vacant ducks. Trent tries to backhand Vacant but Vacant catches it and takes Trent down with a armbar. Trent breaks out of it and rolls over as Vacant gets up and kicks him in the face. Trent goes down and Vacant picks him up. Vacant sets up Trent for a german suplex. Vacant gives the suplex and extra umph and sends Steel headfirst into the cage. The crowd up top goes silent as Vacant starts stomping Steel in the midsection.

Vacant - I am not like you! I am nothing like you!

Trent grabs Vacant's foot and twists sending him to the ground right in front of some discarded weapons. Vacant grabs some in his right hand as Steel gets up and grabs Vacant. Vacant slashes Trent's face with something metallic. Trent falls to the ground as Vacant gets behind him and takes the metallic objects, fishhooks, and slams them into the right side of Trent Steel's face. He pulls back causing huge gashes around the eye, ear, nose, and the mouth. Trent is screaming as Vacant continues the assault. Trent reaches into his pocket and pulls out a vial and tosses it onto Vacant's half masked face. Vacant drops the hooks and grabs his eyes. Trent gets up, ignoring the injuries and pulling out another vial and a lighter. Trent drinks the solution but the cut around his mouth keeps him from keeping the fluid in. Trent scowls as he looks back at the blind Vacant and grabs him by the mask. He rips off what remains of it and kicks Vacant hard in the sternum sending him to the ground. Trent lights the mask and throws the mask on top of the cage. Vacant gets up and looks at Steel. The mask is starting to drop the flaming liquid onto Zack Perry. Trent holds up the key as he pulls it from his right combat boot.

Trent Steel - Come on Vacant...It's now or never!

Vacant - AHHHHHHH!!!!!

Vacant charges at Steel who puts the key in his right hand. The two titans are trading punches back left and right. Vacant gets the upper hand and knee's Trent Steel in the face hard. Trent falls back but is still standing. Vacant see's a barrell and leaps on top of it. He leaps into the air and brings the heel of his foot down hard onto the back of Trent's neck right at the soft tissue. Trent falls down hard. He drops the key. Vacant grabs the key and leaps up opening up the cage and unbinding his father. They both leap down just as the fire start to take over the cage. Trent gets back up slowly as the door opens up and Cult of Steel members charge in. Vacant leaps in front of his father as one of them charges. The cultist gets taken down hard by a stiff kick...from Trent Steel.

Trent Steel - They leave...unharmed. You won.

Vacant - Are we done?

Trent Steel - Yeah...We're done. You aren't going to have to worry about me for a long time unless you fuck up again. Your free to go.

Vacant and Zack Perry walk past the cult members as Trent walks over to one of the cameras.

Cultist - Sir, you lost. Aren't you upset.

Trent Steel - Oh no. See I just got a new amount of focus. For example...Jesse...I'm coming for what's mine!

Trent kicks the camera as we cut to static.