In the backstage area the cameras open up inside of the locker room of the OWF World Heavyweight Champion. He sits on the black leather, alone, in a pair of dark jeans and a white v-neck tshirt cradling the World Title in his lap. His eyes are lost in a blank stare upon the drywall across from him, as silence is the overall tone. That absolute quiet is broken as his locker room door is slammed open. In a fight-or-flight reaction, Jesse hops off the couch and drops the title to the floor as he assumes a fighting stance. From outside of his locker room, the lanky head reporter Garrett Greene slowly trots in with a look of concern upon his face.

Jesse Williams - Jesus Christ....What do you want?

Garrett Greene - Jesse, I just got a hot scoop.

Jesse picks up his World Title off the ground and sits back down on the couch, turning his eyes away from Greene.

Jesse Williams - Tell someone who cares.

Garrett Greene - That's why I am here. It's about Moxie.

Jesse's ears perk up.

Garrett Greene - I really think you need to hear this.

Jesse points to a chair that sits across from him.

Jesse Williams - Sit down, I'm listening...

TONIGHT!

Images of Greg Jackson fighting with Trent Steel, and being smashed with a baseball bat multiple times flashes onto the screen.

.. THE OWF BRINGS YOU A VERY SPECIAL EVENT ..

Moxie Roxie and Vacant are seen duking it out in the ring, going back and forth between the two.

LIVE FROM THE REUNION ARENA IN DALLAS, TEXAS

We see Eclipse standing over the beaten body of Alexis Cage.

THE FIRST NIGHT OF A DOUBLEHEADER PAY-PER-VIEW EXTRAVAGANZA!

Images of the rest of the competitors flash onto the screen before it all fades to black. Then in red, the following words come across the screen...

OWF
SHOCK & TERROR!
THE SHOCK AND TERROR KEEPS US ALL SANE

A huge batch of pyrotechnics explode on the stage as the OWF Tron remains still with the words "OWF Shock & Terror" written across it. The sold out crowd is pumped full of energy and is excreting it back into the atmosphere inside the arena. The thousands of fans in attendance waive their signs and scream at the top of their lungs in an attempt to get themselves on television. The pyros stop firing off and a smokey haze lingers in the air of the arena. The fans are so loud at this point that it is almost impossible to hear yourself think. A single white spotlight shines on a brown clipboard with a white piece of paper attached to it that is hung by a cord from the rafters twenty feet above the stage. The cameras zoom in on the contract.

Dunn - Yes! I get to open the show! And no more stupid Falcoon for the whole show!

Kissens - Wow. That really explains the situation.

Dunn - Oh. Hey! Welcome to OWF Shock & Terror! I am James Dunn and I am joined by the lovely Jackie Kissens.

Kissens - Why thank you James.

Dunn - No problem. Lying comes easy to me.

Kissens - ...Anyways, y'all. Since we have a Doubleheader PPV the OWF Executive Staff split the announcing crew into two and two.

Dunn - That means, unfortunately, Gordie Falcoon hasn't been let go. You will see him tomorrow at High Voltage with Garrett Greene.

Kissens - That show is gonna suck with them calling it!

Dunn - Definitely. Our card line up looks much tighter.

Kissens - The fans seem excited for it.

Dunn - This contract contest has officially started, it seems. It's a little complicated, but it should determine the best idea of a competitor for Williams.

Kissens - It's not that hard, Green and Eclipse are going to start off with two of the designated spots that allow you to get the contract, the third spot will be decided by the first pinfall by anyone.

Dunn - Very good. And of course, the spots can change hands by pinfall or submission and they can change often.

Kissens - Correct you are.

Greg Jackson is seen on the tron and the crowd cheers immediately! He's actually in a library, going through a bunch of books on a shelf.

Dunn - A library?! Hahaha!

Kissens - Shut up, he's educated!

As he's doing so, Joe Cool is seen ALSO looking at books on the shelf, and the crowd goes nuts seeing the two men together for the first time in a LONG while! The two men are unaware of each other as they move closer. Finally, they bump into each other.

Greg Jackson - Oh... it's you.

Joe Cool - Yeah, long time no see.

Greg Jackson - So what brings you to OWF?

Joe Cool - Oh you know, the usual. Fame, glory, all that great stuff.

Greg Jackson - Cool, cool...

The two continue to look at various books for a moment.

Joe Cool - So why the hell does OWF have a library? Seems kinda odd.

Greg Jackson - It is, but seriously, this place kicks ass. They have a portable arcade too. I'll totally waste you in some Street Fighter 2 afterwards.

Joe Cool - You're on.

Greg Jackson - ...Wait, am I forgetting the part where I hate you?! Don't you have some clause in your contract asking for a match with me? What's that all about?!

Joe Cool - We have a history man. Plus, you're a big name, AND I know I can beat you!

Greg Jackson - IS THAT SO?!

Joe Cool - YEAH! THAT'S HOW IT IS!

Greg Jackson - I'll kick your ASS!

Joe Cool - You mean like you did that one time? I won't have much to worry about!

Greg Jackson - Dude, NOT fair! That wasn't even a match, it was just you cheap shotting me!

Joe Cool - I still kicked your ass!

Greg Jackson - But it wasn-

Librarian - SSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Greg and Joe turn around to see an ugly, old lady shushing them.

Joe Cool - Sorry.

Greg Jackson - Sorry.

The two again begin searching for books.

Joe Cool - Greg, I didn't know you read.

Greg Jackson - I don't really. I just need to find more original settings for my antics to take place.

Joe Cool - Huh?

Greg Jackson - Don't ask... by the way, I like what you've done with your hair.

Joe Cool - Oh... thanks. I think it's about the same as usual for me.

Greg Jackson - Maybe... seems to have more volume now, though.

Joe Cool - Yeah?

Greg Jackson - Yeah.... uhhhh good luck tomorrow.

Joe Cool - Yeah, good luck tonight.

Greg Jackson - Thanks. Street Fighter 2 in five minutes?

Joe Cool - In five. I'm E. Honda.

Greg Jackson - You got it!

Joe Cool walks away, leaving Greg by himself.

Greg Jackson - You would be E. Honda, you douche...

Greg looks back onto the wall before the camera feed cuts back to a view of the announcers booth.

Dunn - A library. Unbelievable.

Kissens - We went over this!

Dunn - Yeah I guess so.

Kissens - Well no matter, y'all. It's time for the first match of the night!

Missy Janson stands up out of her chair at ringside and approaches the ring steps. She slowly steps up each level of step, making sure not to trip as she gets onto the apron. She parts the ropes and steps inside, and cuts a direct path to the center of the ring. The fans give Missy a mild applause as she lifts the microphone she has in her right hand up to her mouth.

Missy Janson - Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to OWF Shock & Terror! The first match of the night is scheduled for a one fall...

The fans roar in approval of the card finally getting underway. We cut back stage to show Robin Sparks standing nervously behind the curtain with her mentor giving guidance.

Alexis Cage - This song is AWESOME! I ALMOST choose it instead.

Robin Sparks - I hate this song. This totally goes against everything I stand for.

Alexis Cage - Go get em tiger!

Robin Sparks - It's not my cue!

Stage Director - It's not her cue!

Alexis shoves Robin through the curtain. She stumbles onto the stage and is able to catch her balance before the song's chorus hits.

PA System - I refuse I refuse I refuse! WOOOOOOAH! I never meant to BREAK!

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first...from Denver, Colorado...Robin Sparks!

The cue was obviously early as the spotlights trail behind Robin on her way to the ring.

Missy Janson - And her opponent...CokeKid!

The lights dim low in the arena and suddenly a bright flash pops across the screen and leaves a blinding trail of white powder over the rampway. From the speakers echos a familiar voice.

PA System - Hahaha... Yeeeeaaah Dude!

The fans leap to their feet as "Lit Up" by Buck Cherry hits the speakers and Cokekid steps through the curtains.

PA System - I love the cocaine... I love the cocaine!

The loyal OWF fans applaud the man as he slides into the ring and leaps to his feet.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

CokeKid laughs as he stares down Robin across the ring, but she runs at him with all of her might and takes him down with a cross body block. She immediately begins to wait away on the stomach of Cokekid with downward strikes that keep him immobilized. Robin stands up and pulls Cokekid up to his feet but he quickly irish whips Robin across the ring. She bounces off the ropes and when she returns he bends over. She flips over him, executing a perfect sunset flip into a pin. The referee slides into place...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this bout...Robin Sparks!

Kissens - That was quick.

Dunn - What did you expect? It was Sparks and Coke kid!

Kissens - Y'all, we're getting word there is some action backstage!

In the parking lot, what started out as a mere exchange of words between Chris Green and Ray Lopes has dissolved into an all out brawl. Lopes has Green pinned back first up against a car, hammering away at his midsection. Green is left almost helpless as a referee runs onto the scene to make sure any fall would be counted. From behind Lopes, Greg Jackson runs into the screen and smashes him up against the side of the car next to Green with a tackle from behind. The glass in the windows of the door shatters while Jackson firmly presses Lopes up against the car. Green, who sees his chance, heads for the hills trying to avoid losing his spot, leaving Jackson and Ray Lopes struggling for power.

Dunn - Smart move by Green, he knows these two can secure a spot by getting a pinfall over each other right now.

Kissens - The chances weren't likely they'd follow him.

Dunn - Yeah. This is the first real action of the contract contest, which is going on all night.

Green disappears around a corner as Lopes gains control over Jackson and rolls him over the hood of the car. Ray steps onto the tire and then up to a standing position on the hood of the car as Greg rolls off the edge and hits the concrete floor. In a flash, Lopes lunges off the hood of the car and elbow drops Jackson right across his chest. Lopes wastes no time as he quickly hooks his leg and looks for the pinfall. The referee makes the count...1...2...kickout by Jackson.

Kissens - That was a little too close for comfort.

Dunn - He wouldn't have been eliminated though.

Kissens - That's true.

Ray stands up and retreats, heading down the hallway and popping into his locker room where he shuts the door while Jackson stands up and wonders exactly what has happened and continues on in his search of some of the other competitors in the contest.

Dunn - Ray bailed.

Kissens - He has to save himself for his match against Slayer.

Dunn - Yeah, but he shouldn't be getting involved in this match if he thinks that it's too risky for him.

The scene cuts from the backstage area to inside Ray's dressing room, where he has now decided to turn to focusing on his upcoming match with EJ Slayer. A loud knock hits the door, and before Lopes can respond the door swings open, and EJ Slayer walks in, a smug look on his face.

EJ Slayer - Lopes.

Ray Lopes - What the fuck do you want?

EJ Slayer - Relax, I already apologized for the... misunderstanding on Addiction.

Ray Lopes - Right...well I'm not in the mood to chat, so how bout you bounce!

Lopes points to the door.

Ray Lopes - NOW!

EJ Slayer - If you're going to be that way fine, have it your way. I'm just here to wish you good luck Ray, and you better make me proud.

With that Slayer turns on his heel and leaves, leaving Lopes alone in his room.

We cut back to a view of the announcers.

Dunn - So Lopes retreated and then was found by Slayer only moments later.

Kissens - I suppose Slayer doesn't want in the contract match.

Dunn - If he did he would have gotten on Lopes' ass a bit.

Missy stands up from her chair at ringside and instead of walking to the ring she lifts the microphone up to her lips.

Kissens - Crap. Time for the next match.

Missy Janson - The following match up is scheduled for a one fall and it is a OWF Tears Tag Team Championship Contenders Match with the winner going on to be one of the competitors to face the Gangsters Disciples tomorrow night at High Voltage for the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships...

The fans give a mixed reaction.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Delaware, Ohio..."Magnificent" Markus Magnus!

"The Truth" by Bleeding Through hits the speakers and the fans give a very limited response. Markus Magnus walks out from the back with a cocky smile upon his face and he struts down to the ring. Once he gets right outside of the ring he hops onto the apron and then parts the middle and top rope while stepping through and into the ring. His music fades out as he retreats to his corner.

Dunn - I think the fans could care less about this match.

Kissens - Agreed.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from San Mateo, California...G Dogg!

Nail In The Coffin by Eminem hits the PA as the lights the lights go dark and white lights start to follow G Dogg. G Dogg makes his way to the ring and starts rapping his song on his way to the ring with the mic in his right hand. Then he goes up the little staires then goes into the ring. Then the music stops and he drops his mic.

Dunn - Let's go.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men meet in the center of the ring and lock up with Magnus gaining the upper hand and tossing G Dogg down to the mat in a show of strength. G Dogg hops right back up and charges Magnus, hitting him with a clothesline right across his chest which barely stuns him. Magnus rears back and looks for an wide left elbow but G Dogg is able to avoid it by rolling out of the way. He picks himself up behind Markus and stands up, executing a flawless dropkick to his back which sends him falling forward into the ropes chest first. Magnus rebounds off and turns around, stumblng right into a jawbreaker from G Dogg -- but Magnus still doesn't hit the mat.

Dunn - This guy isn't getting knocked down.

Kissens - He's got a big advantage in size over G Dogg.

Dunn - G Dogg is showing he's faster though.

G Dogg rears back and strikes Magnus with an open right hand which barely even affects him. G Dogg attempts a front kick but Magnus grabs him around the back of the head and pulls him into a suplex position. Using his strength, Magnus lifts G Dogg vertically up into the air and holds him there. He even goes to the extent to release his extra hand and hold G Dogg up on the strength of his right arm.

Dunn - Pffft, show off.

G Dogg kicks his legs violently and is able to flop down onto his feet behind Magnus. Markus turns around and steps right into the Hustler flatliner from G Dogg. He quickly rolls the larger Magnus over onto his back and quickly hooks his leg while the referee slides into place. 1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match and moving on to be one half of the team that faces The Gangsters Disciples tomorrow night for their OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships....G Dogg!

Immediately after his victory we cut backstage where we find Eclipse standing infront of a mirror. From behind, a voice squeeks out.

Voice - Hey, Can I have your autograph?

Eclipse snickers.

Eclipse - How old are you kid, ten?

Eclipse is met by a fist to the face from the autograph seeker who reveals himself to be Drake Munday, sending Eclipse back into the mirror and shattering it. Eclipse quickly recovers, grabbing a hold of Munday from behind his ears and rapidly bringing sharp knees, opposite each other, up into his sternum. A referee darts around the corner to keep an eye on the events. Once Eclipse seems fit, she tosses him down on top of the broken pieces of glass on the concrete floor. Eclipse glares down at Drake.

Eclipse - Never ask me for my autograph!

She leaves the area, and as soon as she is off camera Moxie Roxie hops around the corner and takes the opportunity given to her by Eclipse. Moxie rolls Drake Munday over and pins him on top of the broken mirror. The referee drops down to the floor and counts the pin. 1...2...3!

Missy Janson stands up in the arena and lifts the microphone up to her lips.

Missy Janson - Moxie Roxie has secured the third spot. Therefore, the race to the contract has officially begun!

The fans roar in approval as Missy sits back down. The cameras pan to the left to the announcers booth.

Dunn - Well now we have our three, Chris Green, Eclipse and now Moxie Roxie.

Kissens - This is where the fun starts.

Dunn - Hopefully.

The feed cuts backstage. Greg Jackson is seen in the back with Gary Busey, his co-star in the upcoming Air Bud movie! Greg is in his wrestling gear, and Busey is likely wearing the same clothes he wore four days ago. Oh yeah, Gary has a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

Greg Jackson - YOU READY GARE-BEAR?!

Gary Busey - Rawr...

Greg Jackson - Now you be careful, Gary, remember, the cage surrounding me in my match is ELECTRIFIED!

Gary Busey - That means if I touch it, I'll be electrocuted?

Greg Jackson - That's right! And you'd probably crap your pants if that happened.

Gary Busey - No, I already went to the bathroom.

Greg Jackson - Well you should go again. But maybe don't go to the bathroom. Maybe go to the "Moxie Roxie shower" or the "Trent Steel gym bag". Get what I'm saying?

Gary Busey - You're my best friend, Greg...

Greg Jackson - Oh shit... don't you get TOO drunk now!

Gary Busey starts crying...

Greg Jackson - GARY!!! Stay with me Gary!

Gary Busey - I gotta lie down, I'll... these feelings, I'll attack them, I just need a lie down...

Greg Jackson - What are you talking about?!

Busey lies down in the hallway.

Gary Busey - Greg, just don't let anyone bring me any beef, it upsets my stomach...

Greg Jackson - Why would anyone bring you beef?

Gary Busey - I just care about you so much.

Greg Jackson - You got creepy again. I'm gonna go. But if anything fishy happens in my match, you BETTER be ready to step up!

Gary Busey - Fishy, no fishy either, please.............

Greg Jackson - Gary?

Gary Busey - .................................................................

Greg Jackson - Aw fuck...

The camera feed cuts back to a view of the ring, where Missy Janson is again standing directly centered with a microphone in hand.

Kissens - Greg doesn't hang out with very nice people, I don't think.

Dunn - Gary Busey is the best. Don't hate on him.

Kissens - I like his smile.

Dunn - Grrrreat! Lets go to Missy...Please.

Missy Janson - The next match up is scheduled for a one fall...Coming to the ring first, from Dallas, Texas..

The fans explode into cheers for their hometown boy.

Missy Janson - ..EJ Slayer!

"Come On Motherfucker" begins to play as Slayer makes his way to the ring, flipping off random fans and spewing profanities to the hometown crowd as he does so. They love every second of it.

Dunn - It's good to see Slayer back in an OWF ring.

Kissens - I agree.

Dunn - I don't mean it like you do.

Kissens - Oh.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California...Ray Lopes!

PA System - Hello hello hello hello...

“Rising Down” by the Roots featuring Mos Def and Styles P permeates throughout the arena and the fans all rise to their feet as Ray Lopes appears at the top of the ramp and then makes his way down to the ring. He slaps at a couple of reaching fans hands along the way and then slides inside.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men approach each other in the center of the ring. Lopes begins to talk smack to which Slayer responds with a smack -- right across his face. Ray reacts and tackles EJ to the mat. The two men roll around, jockeying for position with neither man holding a clear cut advantage despite Slayer's size advantage. EJ is able to mount Ray, though, and he attempts to fire away with a few closed fists. Ray avoids a few of the blows but gets caught flush on the bridge of his nose. Slayer stands up and backs off, motioning for Lopes to get up and come to him. Ray runs full speed at Slayer who reaches out and looks for a clothesline to take Ray down, but Lopes ducks under the flying lariat and swoops around behind EJ Slayer and quickly locks him in a full nelson.

Dunn - I don't know what he's gonna try to do here.

Kissens - Slayer is too big for the move to be effective.

Ray can only keep his grasp for a few seconds, with Slayer muscling his way out of it. In an act of desperation, Ray charges into a full sprint from behind Slayer and nails a clothesline to the back of his head which sends EJ right down to the mat face first. Lopes stalks EJ, walking around to his head and dropping a leg drop across the back of his neck. Ray quickly rolls Slayer over and looks for the pin as the referee drops into place and starts the count...1...2...kickout!

Kissens - Way too early to win just by that.

Dunn - No harm in trying to end it early though.

Kissens - You're right, y'all.

Dunn - Damn straight.

Ray reaches down and grabs a hold of Slayer by his head and lifts him up to his feet. Once there, EJ regains his senses and breaks free from the grasp of his opponent. He steps forward, closing the distance between he and Ray and believers a sharp right elbow across Lopes' cheekbone. Ray staggers back, but quickly regains his composure and comes right after Slayer. Ray looks for a right jab but Slayer reverses it into an arm drag take down. Lopes rolls up to his feet and leaps into the air, looking for a dropkick as Slayer stands up but he is able to dodge that too. Ray hits the back back first but quickly pushes himself up to his feet, even more furious than when he started. Again Lopes charges and looks to tackle Slayer, but this time EJ sprawls out and delivers a double axe handle smash to the back of Ray's head, sending him face first down to the mat.

Dunn - That should teach him to take his eyes off his opponent.

Kissens - Could be the turning point of the match.

Slayer wastes little time in reaching down and tugging Ray back up to a standing position, only to strike him right back down with a hard open chop to the throat. Ray has the wind knocked out of him and is momentarily stunned which allows Slayer to take Lopes down to the mat with a hard european uppercut right across his extended chin. Slayer drops to his knees and lays on top of the prone Lopes, pinning him while the referee slides into place to make the count. 1...2...kickout!

Kissens - I think this is going to be determined by who makes the least mistakes.

Dunn - I once again have to agree with you. They both seem pretty on point so far.

Kissens - Yep! First slip up could cost either of them dearly.

Dunn - Fans we have to cut to a split screen -- there's some action going on in the back!

The cameras switch back to one feed, which is that of the ring.

Dunn - Action all over the place.

Kissens - You know it. Every card!

Dunn - If Moxie and Eclipse are working together, the entire federation better watch out.

Kissens - They sure made a statement in the mess hall.

Dunn - How appropriately titled.

Kissens - They're both up.

EJ Slayer turns around and glances at Lopes, who has his head over his shoulder looking right at Slayer across the ring. The two men turn and face each other completely, both of them waiting for the other to make the first move. Ray lets go of the ropes and pushes himself towards Slayer who waits for him instead of expending energy. Lopes grabs in the direction of Slayer and finds himself coming up empty handed. EJ Slayer, instead of going for a strike, picks Ray up onto his shoulders into a standing firemans carry. Ray is able to wiggle himself off of Slayers shoulders and lands on his feet, again charging at Slayer. EJ bends over, looking for a back body drop but Lopes telegraphs it and stops himself short. He wraps a front face lock onto Slayer and quickly rolls it over into a spinning neckbreaker.

Dunn - Nice counter by Lopes!

Ray quickly flops down onto the chest of Slayer, with the referee dropping right next to him to count the pinfall...1...2...kickout.

Kissens - Close. But no cigar.

Ray pounds the mat and begins to drag Slayer up to his feet, keeping the distance close. Out of nowhere, Slayer stands and nails a belly to belly suplex on Lopes, completely catching Ray off guard and sending him flying across the ring. Slayer remains on his back himself, collecting himself after the impressive manuever.

Dunn - He finally got Lopes where he wanted him and he made him pay for it.

EJ rolls up to his feet and approaches the fallen Lopes. He reaches down, lifting him up to his very unstable feet. Throwing everything he has left at Slayer, somehow Lopes flails his arms in such a way that he is able to break the grip of Slayer. Ray fights back with closed fists and hard kicks, trying to fend off EJ Slayer. He connects with most of his blows and Slayer seems dazed, so Ray rears back which allows Slayer to sneak in a quick jab. Slayer now winds up, looking for a clothesline but Lopes is able to avoid it and nail EJ with a hard forearm right to the ribcage. Ray steps right up into EJ and hooks him up for a Cradle DDT.

Kissens - DLE!

Dunn - He's been working on EJ's neck all night preparing for this move.

Suddenly, EJ steps out and leg sweeps Lopes into a modified one armed spinning powerbomb.

Dunn - No! It's The Violent End!

Slayer covers Lopes, hooking his leg for good measure as the referee drops into place...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...EJ Slayer!

Dunn - Every time this guy is around, he wins.

Kissens - It's a shame he hasn't become a permanent fixture of the OWF.

The fans cheer Slayer on as he exits the ring and begins to walk up the ramp.

Dunn - Maybe with the way the fans are reacting to him here in his hometown he'll see things a bit differently.

Kissens - I hope so.

The cameras cut backstage, focusing in on one of the more empty hallways of the Reunion Arena. There seems to be no one of consequence in the area as the camera slowly pans to the right. Down the hall, the OWF World Champion Jesse Williams comes into view which brings about large applause from the OWF fans in the arena. At about the same time, from the adjacent hallway, the Priestess of Punk steps out of a door way and the fans give the appearance of Moxie Roxie a large ovation. She keeps an eye open for anybody coming after her spot.

Kissens - Jesse and Moxie!

Dunn - And they are heading right towards each other.

With both of them oblivious to the others presence, the two stars head in two direct paths right towards each other. They meet at the junction of the two intersecting hallways, nearly colliding, and drawing an even larger amount of cheers as they stand together staring at each other.

Moxie Roxie - Dubster...

Jesse cocks his head to the side before shaking it side to side.

Jesse Williams - Right. Anyways. Funny running into you here...I just got the funniest information and I was just about to drop by to tell Nicky about it.

Moxie looks intrigued as she assumes that Williams is hinting for her to ask him.

Moxie Roxie - What exactly about? I love a good rumor!

Jesse laughs.

Jesse Williams - Oh no, it's no rumor or gossip. This is truth.

Moxie Roxie - Oh?

Jesse Williams - I finally found out why Freedom Kid attacked me out of the blue and how he got the idea to dress up like Vacant. I know the whole plan, Moxie.

She stands silent, along with most of the fans.

Jesse Williams - You took Nicholas out to the movies so I wouldn't bump into him before Freedom Kid had the chance to impersonate him and sneak attack me. You paid Freedom Kid to take me out.

The fans are shocked.

Kissens - I don't believe it!

Jesse Williams - I can't wait to tell Nick this.

Moxie is still left with no words. Her eyes dart side to side and her heart rate quickens, trying to find some sort of explanation.

Moxie Roxie - I...Freedom Kid...

She sighs before a look of rage comes over her face.

Moxie Roxie - Well, you tell him that and I'm gonna tell Vacant that....you made out with his mom!

Kissens - That's a bold accusation.

Dunn - I think it's just a desperate plea.

Williams, who should be responding, instead is striken with fear. He remains motionless as Moxie gasps.

Jesse Williams - How'd...you know...

Moxie Roxie - NOOOO! Reaaaally!?

Moxie breaks out in laughter.

Jesse Williams - SHHHH! Quiet down!

Dunn - Oh my god! Jesse loves MILF's! HAHAHA!

Moxie Roxie - Haha, I'm sorry. I was REALLY just taking a shot in the dark, so technically I know 'cause you just told me! And if you tell Vacant I set you up for that attack from Freedom Kid, I'll tell him you gave his mom the tongue.

The two remain silent, both contemplating the outcomes of ratting the other out.

Kissens - Quite the situation these two are in.

Jesse looks down at Moxie and sighs, extending his right hand out for a handshake.

Jesse Williams - Alright. Fine. Truce?

Moxie looks down at his hand, then back up to his face.

Moxie Roxie - Sure. Truce.

Instead of shaking his hand she slaps him a five palm to palm, then a backhanded five and finishing it off with a fist pound that Williams obviously didn't get the memo on.

Moxie Roxie - We'll work on that.

Jesse shakes his head and turns to leave, Moxie eventually does the same as the camera feed cuts back to the announcers booth.

Dunn - That should be settling news for Vacant.

Kissens - Damnit Moxie. Don't fraternize with the enemy!

Dunn - Wait a few seconds, she'll be out here soon enough and you can tell her yourself.

Missy again walks towards the steel steps and quickly walks up and onto the apron. She steps through the ropes, with the microphone in her hand, and she takes her place in the center of the ring.

Missy Janson - The following match is an Escape Only Cage Match. The only way to secure a victory is to either exit through the cage door or by climbing over one of the sides and making your way down to the floor.

Missy pauses for just a second.

Missy Janson - ...Coming to the ring first, from Parma Heights, Ohio...Freedom Kid!

PA System - Go ahead. Say you want a revolution.

The opening chords of "Got the Numbers" by Anti-Flag ring out through the arena, and a rush of white crowd noise calls back. As Justin Sane wends toward the chorus, a strange phenomenon occurs. As soon as he sings "we need a fucking revolution" the curtains jerk aside in sync with hundreds of fists throughout the arena being thrown in the air. There seems to be no rhyme, no reason to the placement of the Freedom Army members as they scream along to the lyrics.

We've got
We've got
We've got the numbers!

It's at this point that the Freedom Kid himself appears at the top of the ramp, wearing bluejeans and a T-shirt modeled after the anarchosyndicalist flag, his hands raised in the double Vs that have followed him throughout his career. As he lowers his arms, the Freedom Army follows suit and, within moments, the members of the movement are indistinguishable from the rest of the crowd. The Kid sprints down the ramp, sliding into the ring.

Dunn - This should be interesting considering the last match Freedom Kid was in was a house show against MVP.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Blaise, California.."The High Priestess of Punk" 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"(which has surprisingly little to do with evil transforming robots) 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.

The steel cage slowly lowers from the rafters. A team of referees make their ways down to ringside to secure it to the ring as Moxie and Freedom Kid stare at each other from their respective corners. Everything is locked into place and the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Moxie Roxie remains motionless as she stares at Freedom Kid, who can be seen smirking under his mask. Instead of attacking, Moxie begins eyeing up the door of the cage which is an equal distance between Moxie and Freedom Kid -- with the door being to Moxie's right and Freedom Kid's left. Freedom Kid begins the action, slowly circling to his right and away from the cage door, while forcing Moxie to circle to her left, also away from the door. Slowly Freedom Kid begins to close the gap between him and Moxie, with her becoming more and more aware of it. He lunges at her, looking to tie up but she rolls out of the way. He spins around and finds Moxie half way towards the cage door. He charges and she narrowily avoids a charging elbow from behind as she drops to the mat and rolls back across to the opposite side of the ring and pushing herself into a crouched position facing Freedom Kid who glares at her from the opposite corner.

Dunn - Moxie wants no part of him right now.

Kissens - It looks like Freedom Kid is looking to get even with Moxie for something.

Dunn - A grudge of sorts. Maybe she didn't ever pay him.

Kissens - That's possible, y'all.

Dunn - Uhh, we're gonna cut to a split screen again fans...More action in the back!

Missy Janson - In the OWF Contract Contest...Ray Lopes has gained Chris Green's spot by pinfall!

Dunn - Moxie seems to be trying to get the hell out of this cage at any cost.

Kissens - But the Kid seems to be in control of her.

Dunn - We'll see how long her can keep up with her.

Kissens - She must be trying to get out so quick to save herself for the climb to the contract.

Dunn - Without a doubt. Which now Ray Lopes has joined Moxie and Eclipse in holding one of the three spots.

The feed switches back to a focus just on the Moxie Roxie and Freedom Kid match.

Dunn - This is incredible. And not just the battle between Moxie and The Kid.

Kissens - What's that?

Dunn - We're getting so much action tonight.

Kissens - And?

Dunn - Aaand, we still have a whole other Pay Per View tomorrow night!

Kissens - I see your point. Personally, y'all, I couldn't keep my eyes off the ring, but luckily we have a backdrop view of the OWF Tron and our trust monitors.

Dunn - Yes ma'am.

Freedom Kid looks at the cage door and then down at Moxie again. Once he begins to approach her she quickly scurries towards the away from the door. As Freedom Kid reaches the point where she lays he places his hand on the top rope and bends down. As he does that, Moxie reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a metallic object.

Dunn - Cheater! She's got knux!

Freedom Kid lifts her to her feet, with his hand still on the top rope. Moxie pushes herself up and with her free hand she twists the mask of Freedom Kid around, blinding him. She follows it up with a swift move as Moxie quickly attaches the handcuffs to the wrist of Freedom Kid and the other band to the top rope -- locking him on the opposite side of the ring from the cage door.

Kissens - Not knux! Cuffs!

Dunn - Ohhh. I like a girl who uses cuffs.

Kissens - Gotta wonder if she planned this out or just had them handy.

She scrambles across the ring to the cage door, opening the latch and swinging the door open. The fans erupt into a roar of applause as Moxie steps through the ropes and onto the apron, then down to the ringside floor to escape the cage.

Dunn - Moxie with another impressive performance.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match by escaping through the cage door...Moxie Roxie!

Kissens - Great thinking too.

Dunn - Perfect way to win a cage match, that's for sure.

The cameras cut backstage where we see Jason Blood standing in front of Jared Wave, G Dogg and Drake Munday.

Jason Blood - Okay, we need to get that spot away from Eclipse. I finally got rid of Trent for a bit so...anybody got any ideas?

G Dogg - I could get my gun!

Drake Munday - Noooo! Nobody needs to go to jail.

Jared Wave - I don't know about you guys, but I don't think this is such a bright idea.

Jason Blood - No, no...Trust me. It'll be easy as...

Eclipse walks around the corner, confronting the four men with a smile on her face.

Eclipse - Hey boys. Waiting for me? How sweet!

Eclipse decks Drake Munday, once again, this time with a closed fist right to the bridge of his nose.

Jason Blood - Get her!

All at once G Dogg, Jared Wave and Jason Blood swarm Eclipse and take her down to the concrete floor. They begin to pummel her over and over again without any place for her to go. Jason Blood takes control, pounding away at her face with continuous right hands while Wave and G Dogg stomp away at her midsection. A referee scurries in right on cue and takes note of Eclipse being the only person present with a spot to lose or the chance to eliminate someone.

Dunn - Eclipse is being taken out.

Kissens - It's a gang mentality and it's the only thing that will work.

From around the corner, Greg Jackson approaches the scene and catches a glimpse of Jared Wave again. He quickly jogs towards him and nails a diving knee attack that catches Jared right in the ribcage and sends him off of Eclipse and down to the floor.

Kissens - Greggy!

Jackson begins to kick away at Jared, hoping to prove a point to the newbie to the OWF. Meanwhile, G Dogg and a recovered Drake Munday hold both arms of Eclipse firmly down on the concrete while Jason Blood sits on her chest.

Kissens - That's no fair, y'all!

The referee slides in checking her shoulders...1...2...3! Quickly, Jason Blood stands up and looks down at a fuming Eclipse who pulls her arms free and uses them to decimate both G Dogg and Drake Munday with short jabs to the temples.

Jason Blood - Shit!

He turns and runs off down the hallway as Eclipse stands, glances at Jackson who has given up on beating down Jared Wave, and then she continues on in pursuit of her spot.

Missy Janson - In the OWF Contract Contest...Jason Blood has gained Eclipse's spot by pinfall!

Dunn - I have to say, that is completely shocking.

Kissens - Jason Blood hasn't been able to do much of anything lately in the OWF, now he has a shot at that contract.

Dunn - Just goes to show you how quick things can turn around for someone.

Kissens - Absolutely. Well, the show seems to be winding down now.

Dunn - Only two more matches, minus the finish of the Contract Contest.

Kissens - Yep -- Wait, I'm being told we have more action backstage.

The cameras cut back to a view of Jason Blood who is darting through the hallways trying to head towards the entrance ramp to get to the contract. He keeps his eyes focused too far ahead of him though and doesn't see a foot stuck out in front of him from one of the hallways. He trips and smacks his jaw on the concrete.

Trent Steel emerges and stares down at Jason Blood who is unconscious on the concrete floor. Steel, completely unaware that Blood holds one of the spots moves on towards the entrance way in preparation for his match, leaving Jason to the wolves. From the right side of the screen, Ray Lopes walks into frame and looks down at Jason. His head shifts and Lopes hears someone coming so he quickly ducks into a nearby closet.

Dunn - Here comes Eclipse.

From down the hallway, Greg Jackson walks into the picture and sees Jason Blood laying face down in a puddle of his own blood.

Kissens - No! It's Greggy Poo!

A referee follows right behind Jackson, who rolls Blood over and places his foot on the chest of Jason Blood once he is on his back. The referee kneels down, avoiding the blood and making the count...1...2...3! Jackson stands up and looks around, then high tails it out of there as fast as he can.

Dunn - I thought Eclipse was following Blood?

Kissens - Me too!

Lopes emerges from the closet and looks down at Jason Blood who is just starting to awaken. Ray laughs and turns around, only to walk into a double handed chokehold from Eclipse. She lifts Lopes up and nails a double armed chokeslam right down onto the prone carcass of Jason Blood.

Dunn - JESUS!

Eclipse rolls Lopes down so his shoulders are on the concrete. She kneels across his throat as the referee drops into place and begins the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson, who stands in the center of the ring, is the immediate focus of the cameras and the fans as she lifts the microphone up to her lips.

Missy Janson - In the OWF Contract Contest...Greg Jackson has gained Jason Blood's spot by pinfall and Eclipse has gained Ray Lopes' spot by pinfall, as well!

She remains in the ring, allowing the fans to respond with their cheers or boos.

Dunn - More and more changes, and Eclipse gets a measure of revenge.

Kissens - It's going to be tough to take any of those three spots.

Dunn - And not to mention someone will still have to get the contract!

Missy again lifts the microphone up to her lips once the fans quiet down.

Missy Janson - The next match up is scheduled for a one fall and it a OWF Blood Tag Team Championship Contendership Match, with the winner joining G Dogg against The Gangsters Disciples tomorrow night for the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships.

Missy takes a deep breath.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Louisville, Kentucky...Valtiel!

The lights of the arena go black. The sound of a classical piano begins to play a slow, dark piece. Ice blue lights begin to slowly light the stage as demonic growling and roaring fades in and out. As time passes, fog begins to creep from entrance and down the rampway. Suddenly, "Godhead's Lament" by Opeth begins to envelope the arena.

Marauder!
Staining the soil, midst of stillness
Beloved fraternity to an end
Red eyes probe the scene
All the same
Stilted for the beholder
Depravity from the core
Handcarved death in stoneladen aisles

Then Valtiel walks through the fog. He stands still on the stage. His eyes scope out the cheering fans; a smile forms on his face as he begins walking down the ramp.

I hide the scars from my past
Yet they sense my mute dirge
This is when it all falls apart
White hands grasping for straws

He stares straight ahead as he nears the ring. Then, he stops before it, inhales the fog, then continues.

Sly smile, poisoned glare smile
Undisguised manmade nova
Mute cry, don't dare to tread
Searing beams tracking you down

Adoring what has never been
Some will bring with them all they have seen

Valtiel grabs the top rope and hoists himself into the ring with one leap. He walks the center, raises a open hand and sparks begin to rain around the ring. He then lowers his head. His dreadlocks cover his face. He stands motionless.

Searching my way to perplexion
The gleam of her eyes
In that moment she knew

Though I could not leave this place
On this imminent day
As I've reached the final dawn
To what's gone astray
What would they care if I did stay
No one would know
What would they care if I did stay
No one should know

Valtiel leans back and exhales a large cloud of smoke above the ring. He begins walking about the ring until everything becomes normal.

Dunn - This is a big match in Valtiel's career.

Kissens - Most likely his biggest to date.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania..."The Son of a Bitch" Trent Steel!

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

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

Before the start of the match, a figure in a sweatshirt with the number "1210" on it comes out and glares at the ring.

Dunn - There's that thing again.

Kissens - What is he doing here?

"1210" turns and exits backstage, just as quickly as he entered.

Dunn - Right.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Valtiel and Steel stare at each other without either of them making a move. They slowly analyze each other and begin to take cautious steps towards each other. They meet in the center of the ring with both men lunging at each other and attempting to lock up. They both remain unable to grab a hold of the other, as they each seem to be avoiding any sort of full on lock up. Steel becomes frustrated and finds himself stomping his left foot behind the calves of Valtiel and tries to swing Valtiel down to the mat with a leg sweep but Valtiel hops over the leg of Steel. Once in the air, Valitiel hovers while Steel brings his bend left arm across his body and brings the point of his elbow into the jaw of Valtiel, sending him down to the mat.

Dunn - Goin' back to the split screen!

The cameras cut back to a single feed of the action in the ring.

Dunn - It looks like Moxie and Vacant are getting out of harms way.

Kissens - Is he even in the match?

Dunn - I guess he is now.

Steel grabs a hold of Valtiels legs and grapevines them. He steps through, but Valtiel pushes Steel off and sends him flat down to his back.

Kissens - Look James!

Kissens - The ref is down!

Dunn - What the hell is Moxie doing out here, though.

Kissens - Helping Valtiel!

The feed switches to a single camera view of the action in the ring.

Moxie Roxie slides into the ring, followed closely by Vacant and the OWF Contract Contest referee. She catches Steel as soon as he stands up and rolls him up in a school boy pin.

Dunn - What is she doing?

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

Kissens - She just eliminated Steel from the Contract Contest!

Dunn - Oh he's going to be pissed.

Both Vacant and Moxie hightail it out of the ring. They run up the ramp and disappear behind the curtains, leaving the contract and ringside all in one jog.

In the ring, Steel is back up to his feet and becomes furious over what just took place. Valtiel also finds himself on his feet, staring up the ramp where Moxie and Vacant just were. Steel turns around and decks Valtiel with an elbow to the back of the head. He drags Valtiel by the legs into the center of the ring. He lifts up his legs and grapevines them, twisting Valtiel into a twisting sharpshooter -- The Full Onslaught of X-Treme Prejudice. Valtiel has nowhere to go and is completely passed out so the referee calls for the bell.

Dunn - It's over! He's out.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match and moving on to team with G Dogg against The Gangsters Disciples tomorrow night for their OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships....Trent Steel!

Dunn - Even though Steel had his sights elsewhere, he pulled it out.

Kissens - And it's that determination that will get him a shot at the Tag Titles tomorrow night.

Dunn - G Dogg and Trent Steel, what a team.

Kissens - I see potential.

We cut backstage to see Valtiel walking back towards the Team Moxie locker room after his match.

Figure - Great showing out there, chump.

Valtiel turns around, hearing a familiar voice.

Valtiel - Adam? What are you doing here?

Adam - I finally decided to catch up with one of your matches, and this is what I see.

The figure revealed to be Adam emerges from the shadows.

Adam - You couldn't cut it out there so you have a woman and a kid interfere on your behalf?

Valtiel takes a step forward towards Adam.

Valtiel - Hey, I never asked for their help. In fact, I told them I don't need it.

Adam laughs.

Adam - Whatever you say, pal. But this is the last straw. I'm going to expose you to all of these fans and to this federation for what you really are.

Valtiel perks up his right eyebrow.

Valtiel - And what exactly are you going to expose?

Adam turns and begins to walk away, chipping in a last statement over his shoulder.

Adam - You'll see tomorrow, friend. Along with the rest of the world.

The cameras switch back to ringside.

Dunn - What is that all about? Who the hell is Adam?

Kissens - I think it's one of Valtiel's trainers or something.

Dunn - What?

Kissens - Some guy he faced in another federation.

Dunn - Okay. Great. What is he doing here?

Kissens - I don't have all the answers!

Dunn - WHY NOT!

Kissens - Stop yelling!

Dunn - Maybe after this quick commercial.

.. TOMORROW NIGHT..
.. THE OWF BRINGS YOU A VERY SPECIAL EVENT ..
LIVE FROM THE REUNION ARENA IN DALLAS, TEXAS

THE SECOND NIGHT OF A DOUBLEHEADER PAY-PER-VIEW EXTRAVAGANZA!

THE SECOND NIGHT...JUNE 29TH, 2008!

FEATURING..
JESSE WILLIAMS VS THE OWF CONTRACT CONTEST WINNER
FOR THE OWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
THUG 1 AND THUG 2 VS TRENT STEEL AND G DOGG
FOR THE OWF BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!
ALEXIS CAGE VS ECLIPSE
IN A MIRROR, MIRROR ON THE WALLS MATCH
& MANY MORE!

The feed cuts off of the comercial to a view of a hallway backstage at the Reunion Arena. Moxie Roxie and Vacant are seen walking side by side shortly before Vacant's Network Title defense.

Moxie Roxie - Okay, now that's out of the way. Only got to get that contract now.

Vacant - I have my match, so I can't help you.

Moxie Roxie - That's okay, I have it under control..

The two OWF Superstars stumble onto the scene of broken bodies laying around outside Team Moxie's locker room. Standing in the middle of it all is Eclipse, who stands casually as if waiting for more.

Moxie Roxie - Uh, hey. What the eff is this mess?

Eclipse - Spring cleaning.

Vacant - Isn't it Summer now?

Eclipse - Yep.

The three stare at each other awkwardly before Moxie and Vacant take steps towards the locker room. Moxie is first as she opens the door, but quickly slams the door shut.

Moxie Roxie - It's ALEXIS!!

Eclipse's ears perk up and she approaches the door. She pushes it open and enters, with Moxie quickly slamming the door behind her.

Vacant - Hey, Alexis wasn't in there.

Moxie rears her foot back and snaps a kick, snapping the door knob off, but only on the outside. Eclipse is heard pounding from inside.

Moxie Roxie - I know. It'll be our little secret. Remember, I told you I had it under control.

Vacant looks on in silence.

Moxie Roxie - Now go retain that Network Title for Team Moxie!

The feed cuts back to a wide view of the ring, which has the cage surrounding it. A large black generator sits at ringside, powered off, with multiple cables hooked up to the cage panels from it.

Dunn - This thing does not look nice.

Missy Janson stands at ringside, which brings a large response from the crowd.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the evening...

Missy intends to keep on, but the fans are cheering too loud for her to be heard. She hesitates, waiting for them to calm down.

Missy Janson - It is an Electrified Steel Cage Match and it is for the OWF Network Championship!!

Again the fans interrupt her, as the anticipation reaches its boiling point.

Dunn - You can feel the electricity.

Kissens - Just like Vacant will when Greggy is done with him!

Missy lifts the microphone to her lips again.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the challenger...From Los Angeles, California and cashing in his shot from the OWF Battle of the Bands Match...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 stops at the top of the ramp and looks at the Contract.

Kissens - Get it Greggy!

He ignores it and slowly heads down the ramp. He runs down to ringside and approaches the open cage door. He steps up the steel steps and through the door and into the ring. His music slowly fades out as he readies himself in the ring.

Kissens - He should have gone for it! Nobody has yet!

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Brantford, Ontario, Canada...He is the current OWF Network Champion...Vacant!

Heavy piano chords slam out over the PA as "Bastard" by Ben Folds somberly ques in for the crowd. The curtains ripple as Vacant slips through, tugging down on the blaze orange ski mask covering his face, and begins the long stride down the ramp in the midst of a strong applause. He scans the crowd briefly as he walks, before tearing his attention back to the ring and forcing himself to focus, climbing up the ring steps and through the open cage door.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Greg Jackson and Vacant glare at each other as the generator is switched on and the cage becomes live with 15,000 volts. Jackson takes his eyes off Vacant for a second and glances at the cage around him as it snaps and crackles with electricity. Vacant takes a shot at surprising Jackson by charging across the ring. Greg turns back around only to be laid out by a flying leg lariat from Vacant, which sends both men down to the mat. They both bounce back up in unison, with Jackson attempting a short right elbow strike that glances off the shoulder of a ducking Vacant, who hooks that right arm of Jackson and uses it to slingshot himself around the back of Jackson. He rolls around his back, grabbing him in a side headlock and looking for a bulldog. Jackson stands firm and tosses Vacant off his back and shoulder area across the ring. For his own sake, Vacant lands in a crouched position and immediately stands up unphased. He turns only to be decimated by a running shoulder block from Greg Jackson that bounces Vacant back first off the ropes, with his arms coming dangerously close to the electrified cage. Vacant tumbles to the mat holding his left arm while Greg wastes no time and reaches down towards Vacant.

Dunn - No signs of letting up from Jackson.

Kissens - That's what Greggy needs to do!

Dunn - He needs to stay focused and he'll easily have his first OWF singles championship in over a year.

Kissens - Yep y'all.

Greg grasps his fingers tightly around the wool ski mask of Vacant and drags him up off the mat. Jackson readjusts his hand to the back of Vacant's head and begins to run in the direction of one of the cage panels with Vacant being pulled against his will. Vacant, doing the last thing available, takes a dive down to the mat. This stops Jackson dead in his tracks, and ends his hopes of slamming Vacant into the cage. When Jackson reaches down to pick up Vacant, he squirms free and rolls through the butterflied legs of Greg Jackson while holding both of his arms at the wrists. In one motion Vacant stands and yanks Jacksons arms upwards into his groin, flipping the lower half of his body over onto his back. Vacant immediately extends his legs out, looking for a leg drop but Greg rolls out of the way. He pulls himself up to his feet, as Vacant rolls over into a crouched position. The two men stand still, soaking in the applause from the fans.

Dunn - The fans are letting them hear their approval.

Kissens - They know how well these two can go at it...Especially..

Dunn - Let me guess..Greggy Poo!

Kissens - I was going to say Vacant since he's still a teenager. But you just said Greggy Poo! Hahaha!

Dunn - Damnit.

Vacant quickly rolls across the ring, away from Jackson and pulls himself up. Greg motions for him to bring it on, but Vacant is hesitant. In turn, Greg begins to approach Vacant who quickly steps forward into a tie up with Jackson. Greg quickly turns it into an irish whip against the nearest set of ropes, with Vacant again coming even closer to hitting the cage. He bounces back and dodges a lifting knee from Jackson, but instead of stopping Vacant continues full speed in the direction of the opposite side of the ring. Jackson turns around as Vacant springboards up to the second rope and back flips off of it in the direction of Jackson. Vacant connects with the moonsault as he drives his abdomen down onto the shoulder of Jackson, but Greg doesn't go down. Instead, he holds Vacant over his shoulder and swings him forward into a front powerslam in the middle of the ring.

Kissens - He got outsmarted there!

Greg rolls off of Vacant and up onto one knee glancing down at Vacant as he catches his breath. Meanwhile, Vacant rolls from side to side from the impact to his back and shoulders from the powerslam. Greg leans over and grabs a hold of Vacant around the head and stands up, pulling Vacant to his unsteady feet with him. He nails a quick knee to the gut, followed by pushing Vacant back first up against the nearest set of ropes. With all of his might Greg irish whips Vacant across the ring and into the opposite set of ropes. When he bounces back Greg bends over, looking for a back body drop -- instead, Vacant front flips over him with a sunset flip. Vacant lands on his back with his head between the feet of a still standing Greg Jackson, his hands around his thighs trying to pull him down to the mat. Greg refuses to go down and instead bends forward and grabs Vacant around the throat with both of his hands. In one swoop, Jackson tugs Vacant up from his position on his back on the mat and up to his feet. From there Greg unwinds a short right forearm which connects with enough force to daze Vacant into falling down to one knee. Greg slowly walks over to the right side of Vacant, wrapping his arms around his waist in a gutwrench position. He yanks him up into the air and falls forward, slamming Vacant back first onto the mat with a falling gutwrench powerbomb. Greg quickly covers Vacant but fails to hook the leg as the referee slides in to make the count...1...2...kickout!

Dunn - That was a close one. Greg has taken control of this match by the looks of it.

Kissens - He's just much too strong.

Dunn - I agree, I think we may be crowning a new Network Champion when this one is all said and done.

Greg pulls himself up to a kneeling position on both knees and again reaches down, grabbing a hold of Vacant by his arm and beginning to lift him up to his feet again. Once both men are up Jackson tosses Vacant into the corner and follows in by driving his shoulder directly into the diaphram of Vacant. He gasps for air while Jackson reaches down and lifts Vacant to a sitting position on the top turnbuckle.

Dunn - He's gonna get shocked!

Jackson runs across the ring, only to charge back towards the corner where Vacant sits. Greg leapfrogs up to the second rope, grabbing Vacant around the chest and tossing him backwards over his head with a belly to belly suplex from the top rope. Vacant flys about three-quarters of the way across the ring before crashing down flat to his back once again while Jackson falls to his back with a less of a harsh impact than Vacant had just a millisecond earlier.

Kissens - He didn't get shocked, but that may just be worse.

Dunn - I don't know. Electricity is a bitch. In between jobs with the OWF I was a part-time electrician...

Kissens - Really?

Dunn - Well, I played one in this softcore por -- I mean, this documentary...

Kissens - Oooookay. Soooo. Back to the match?

Dunn - Definitely.

The two men lay shell shocked in the ring from the impact of the move with Vacant taking the worst of it. Jackson rolls over twice in the direction of the ropes and grabs a hold of the middle rope with both hands and uses them to pull himself up into a sitting position. Vacant is laying directly on his left side, with his right arm bent behind him holding his back. Greg reaches up towards the top rope with his left arm, grasping it with his hand and using it to drag most of his body weight up onto his feet. His left hand on the top rope and his right hand on the middle rope remain on the ropes for balance. Meanwhile, Vacant has pulled himself into a sitting position, back first, in the turnbuckle with both of his elbows on the bottom rope and his hands holding onto the middle rope on either side of the corner. Greg pushes himself off of the ropes and turns towards Vacant who has his eyes dead set on him from the corner. Once Jackson is standing on his own, Vacant uses the middle rope to hoist himself back up to his feet but he stumbles right towards Jackson. Greg notices Vacants mistake and quickly shifts his stance to the side and throws up his left leg looking for a superkick. At the last second Vacant baseball slides and avoids the kick from Jackson. He pushes himself up behind him.

Kissens - Look out Greggy!

Vacant leaps into the air and nails a front dropkick to the shoulders of Jackson which sends him plummeting forward. He slides face first along the canvas while Vacant hits the mat. Both men find themselves on the mat again, gasping for air, but this climb back up to their feet is much easier. Vacant rolls over onto his stomach, wincing in pain from his back as he pushes himself up to a crouching position and quickly up to his pain to relieve the stress on his back muscles. Jackson, on the other hand, pushes himself up to all fours rather quickly. Vacant walks over to Jackson's head and reaches across his face, fishooking his mouth with his fingers while dragging Greg up to his feet.

Kissens - HEY!

Dunn - You get the job done no matter the price you pay.

Greg overpowers Vacant once they both stand and lock up, but Vacant bails out of the lockup by digging his right thumb deep into the left eye socket of Greg and breaking the tie up. Vacant winds up and unleashes a closed fist punch right into the throat of Greg Jackson, which chokes him up. Greg is still able to fight back, tossing a hooking right hand across the forehead of Vacant that dazes him enough to stop his pursuit -- which gives Jackson a chance to catch his breath while Vacant regains a sense of his surroundings. The two men come-to at about the same time where Greg keeps up the brutality by throwing a slicing left elbow that catches Vacant flush across the jaw -- but at the same time Vacant was bringing his right knee up and he catches Jackson right between the legs. Both men fall down to the mat like two toppling buildings holding their respective body parts which they are feeling pain from.

Kissens - Oh come on. That wasn't nice!

Dunn - It's not about being nice. It's about winning.

Kissens - Well come on, it was his balls y'all.

Dunn - Like I said, any means neccessary.

Jackson is the first to begin to return to his feet as his pain is more minor than that of Vacant's. A dark red mass has opened up upon the forehead portion of the orange ski mask Vacant has on, indicating that he has begun to bleed, while he lays on his right side glaring at Jackson who is up to one knee. Vacant struggles as he begins the early stages of getting up to his feet, attempting to summon the strength in his battered back to continue to keep up the pace. Greg is able to pull himself back up to his feet but he doesn't approach Vacant. Instead he chooses to walk up towards the ropes and lean up against them while he catches a breather. With an extended break in the action, Vacant is able to pull himself up into a kneeling position with his head up and staring directly into the eyes of Jackson. He lunges up to his feet and right into a full sprint as Jackson trips over his feet and stumbles back first into the turnbuckle. His own fall helps him as he hits the mat in a sitting position while Vacant crashes into the turnbuckle chest first. Seeing Vacant nearly out on his feet, Jackson springs to action and pulls himself up to his feet. He swerves around Vacant and wraps him up in a reverse waist lock before tossing him backwards over his head with a release german suplex right onto his neck and shoulders in the center of the ring.

Kissens - There you go! Show him who is boss!

Dunn - Jackson is by far the superior wrestler.

Kissens - YEAH! You hear that y'all, Vacant has just been lucky to last this long!

Jackson, though conscious and fully able to pull himself up to his feet, remains flat on his back on the mat catching his breath. In the middle of the ring Vacant remains flat on his back with both of his hands on the back of his head with his forearms across his face trying to cope with the pain. The fans give a loud applause, with chants of "Va-cant! Va-cant!" and "Jack-son! Jack-son!" breaking out in different sections all over the crowd. Greg digs his elbows into the mat and uses them to lean forward, up off the mat, into a sitting position on the canvas with his back to Vacant -- who is now on all fours but still has his arms around his head. Jackson slowly lifts his left knee up into his chest and plants his right hand to the mat, turning himself over and up onto his feet in a standing position. Vacant remains on all fours as Jackson stumbles cautiously towards the prone Vacant. Greg reaches down, teasing that he will take off Vacant's mask but the fans boo. This hesitation on Jackson's part proves costly as it gives Vacant enough time to stand up and drive the top of his head right into the jaw of a unsuspecting Jackson.

Dunn - Dumb move. He has to pay attention to this kid.

Kissens - Don't worry, he's got it in hand!

Jackson stumbles backwards towards the ropes and Vacant charges, grabbing a hold of Jackson around his thighs and dumping him backwards over the top rope with The Vacancy. Jackson crashes back first into the cage, immediately getting shocked.

* POP POP -- BOOM! *

Greg gets hung up between the ropes as the sound of the contact and the electricity cracks off the walls.

Dunn - In hand, eh?

Kissens - SHUT UP! HE'S STUCK!

Vacant runs at Jackson and nails a diving dropkick to his chest, driving his back into the cage which again sends a shock of 15,000 volts through his body.

* BOOM! *

Kissens - NO! SOMEONE STOP HIM!

Dunn - GOD DAMN! Jackson is definitely in trouble.

Kissens - AHHH!

Vacant continues the vicious assault once he stands up to his feet, kicking Jackson up against the cage multiple times sending 15,000 volts through his body with each impact. With each shot, the cage pops off with multiple explosion-like sounds. Greg hangs lifeless at this moment with Vacant finally haulting his attack and walking away from Jackson.

Dunn - Scratch that...he's in serious trouble!

Kissens - What is that kid doing?! What's wrong with him?!

Dunn - I don't know. He doesn't seem to be playing by the rules. And it's working.

Greg collapses to the ring apron right next to the cage. His back is seared and bloody from the impact of the chain link burning deep cuts into his flesh. Vacant stares down at Jackson who rolls under the ropes into the ring, but mostly away from the cage in his mind. Greg lays prone and relatively motionless while Vacant's adrenaline rush seems to have leveled off as a seering fire of pain hits his back again. He hangs his right arm over the top rope and uses it to put all of his weight onto them inside of his legs which seems to be too unbareable. Finally, Jackson shows another sign of life by sliding his arms along the mat and in towards his body. He places both palms onto the mat and begins to push all the weight of his body up with only his arms, which shake violently with all of the pressure being applied to them. Greg tucks both knees up quickly and somehow gets himself into a kneeling position on both knees as the fans show their signs of approval for his hard work. Vacant, who is still hung over the top rope, has been watching Jackson's progress intently from across the ring. Jackson remains kneeling as his face is plagued by looks of anguish and extreme pain.

Dunn - I guess you could count Jackson out of the Contract Contest.

Kissens - Is that all you're worried about?! A dumb piece of paper?

Dunn - I'm not worried about it at all, but I thought Greg may be.

Kissens - Yeah, well, shut up! You don't know Greg.

Vacant finally pulls himself off of the ropes and slowly staggers towards Jackson. Once he is within reaching distance, Jackson throws a right hook that catches Vacant right in the gut. Vacant absorbs the blow and continues forward, to which Jackson sends a left hook to the same point in Vacant's abdomen which this time impedes his progress towards Jackson. Greg buys his time and summons all his strength, pushing himself up to his feet. Vacant pulls his upper body back up and stands up straight as well, as both men are on their feet for the first time in a long time.

Dunn - Back to square one now.

Kissens - At least he's okay!

Greg throws a right elbow at Vacant which he is able to duck, he spins behind Jacksons back and grabs him in a reverse waist lock but Jackson is able to break his grip. Greg turns around and is caught with a forearm strike from Vacant's swinging left arm. He follows it up with a toe kick to the sternum. Vacant attempts rushing Jackson again, but Greg lifts his knee up into the chest of Vacant. All in one motion, Jackson hooks Vacant with a front face look and immediately swings him vertically into the air with a suplex. He wastes no time or energy and falls back, dropping Vacant to his back with a suplex.

Kissens - That could turn the tide!

Dunn - It's going to have to if Jackson hopes to win.

Even those Jackson had relatively low impact as a result of the suplex, he is still lagged a bit by nagging injuries from throughout the night. Vacant, on the other hand, has rolled onto his stomach to avoid putting pressure on his aching back. Jackson pushes himself up to one knee, wincing in pain once getting there while Vacant has both of his hands flat on the mat with his arms fully extended so only his upper body is off the mat, with his legs laying limp on the canvas. Jackson struggles up to his feet and turns towards Vacant.

Dunn - Look up on the ramp!

From the back, the curtains part and Moxie Roxie emerges holding a pink painted ladder.

Kissens - Is that...a pink ladder?

The feed cuts into a split screen of the action inside the ring on the left and the action on the ramp on the right.

* POP POP -- BOOM! *

Dunn - HOLY SHIT!

Kissens - NO! His moneymaker!

Dunn - Fuck that! He may be dead!

Kissens - DEAD? Greggy!

Dunn - Where are you watching?

Kissens - I got my eyes on my monitors, watching both split screen like y'all at home.

Dunn - I can't take my eyes off Jackson and Vacant.

Kissens - I have that problem with Greg, too.

Dunn - No! I mean! In the ring!

Kissens - Uh huh. And backstage, in his locker room, in his shower..

Dunn - SHUT UP!

Dunn - And here comes Steel.

Kissens - What a shocker.

Dunn - Seriously.

Kissens - I hope Moxie is okay though, she took some fall.

Dunn - She seems to be conscious, which is a good sign.

Kissens - But she has to climb, who knows what that fall did to her mentally.

Dunn - Good point.

Kissens - STEEL! THAT ASSHOLE! I'LL KILL HIM!

Dunn - I think Jackson is done. And Moxie may have the upper hand in the contract match.

Kissens - But she has to climb, who knows what that fall did to her mentally.

Dunn - Good point.

Missy Janson - The winner of the Main Event, and STILL OWF NETWORK CHAMPION...VAAAAACANT!

Immediately referees swarm in and shut down the generator. They disconnect the cables from the cage and a few black cords become visible in the rafters as they extend upwards from the top of the cage, hoisting it up and off of the ring. It slowly lifts up, showing a blood soaked ring to the fans who hadn't been able to see it so clearly.

Dunn - Great match, Vacant definitely earned it -- but it was ruined by Trent Steel.

Kissens - I can't take this shit anymore. I need Jackson to be winning!

Dunn - What does it matter to you?

Kissens - He's...my favorite!

Moxie finally sees Vacant crawling off the top of Jackson and she lets out a yell of glee. Trent Steel, meanwhile, stays at ringside enjoying the damage he has left. Moxie glances up to the contract, but by that time she is blindside by Eclipse who has recovered and sent her down to the ramp with a swift shoulder charge. Eclipse seems to ready herself for a climb but again the curtains part, this time revealing Chris Green holding a steel chair. He swings it wildly, smashing Eclipse across her back and sending her down to her knees.

Dunn - Green is here now!

Kissens - He's back in the picture.

Green rears the chair back and cracks Eclipse straight across the back of her head and sends her down to the ramp. Green discards the chair and rolls Eclipse onto her back, looking to reclaim a spot. Before he can manage a pinfall, Ray Lopes runs out from the back once again and he attacks Green from behind with a barrage of rights and lefts. Green turns around and responds to Lopes by locking up with him and jostling for position. Both Vacant and Jackson are out of the ring now, with them tending to their injuries on opposite sides of the ring.

Kissens - Greggy can still get the title shot!

Dunn - That's right.

Kissens - Come on Greg, win!

Dunn - I think he's going to need a miracle.

Steel now leaves ringside and begins to walk up the ramp towards the contract. Moxie slowly begins pulling herself up when she is bumped into by Green and Lopes, she bumps into the ladder and tips it over -- sending it crashing down right onto the head of Eclipse which lays on the steel ramp.

Kissens - Oh damn!

Dunn - That had to hurt.

Vacant begins to move up the ramp holding his OWF Network Title, heading towards the stage where all the action is centralized and right behind Steel. Moxie looks down at Eclipse while Green nails the Fall from Grace diamond cutter on Lopes onto the steel ramp. Alexis Cage finds herself in the middle of everything again, yanking Moxie down to the ramp and quickly pinning her as the referee drops to his knees...1...2..kickout. Moxie rolls up and dodges a knee from Alexis and returns fire with a round house kick that sends Alexis face first down onto the ladder. Jackson is now beginning to make his way up the ramp as Steel has gotten up there, with Vacant not far behind.

Dunn - Well, Greg is on his way.

Kissens - I think he can do it.

Dunn - He looks out of it.

Green turns and gets clotheslined by Steel, sending him down hard to the ramp. He then turns to Moxie, glaring at her with evil intentions in his eyes. From the right, Vacant reaches the top of the ramp and with everything left in his body he runs at Steel. Vacant springboards off one of the legs of the fallen ladder and dropkicks Steel right in the chest. He flies off the edge of the ramp and takes a twenty foot fall before crashing down right on top of the plastic doors for a dumpster which buckle upon impact causing Steel to fall into the dumpster.

Dunn - HOLY SHIT!

Kissens - Yep. Steel's dead, y'all.

Dunn - What a move by Vacant, he saved Moxie!

Vacant remains on the ramp while Moxie lifts up the ladder and sets it up right under the contract. Right about that time, Greg Jackson reaches the top of the ramp and Eclipse pulls herself up off of the ramp. Moxie notices the two spot holders approaching and she hops onto one of the sides of the ladder. She steps up each rung carefully but tries to keep a steady speed. Next to the ladder is Eclipse who begins climbing up the other side of the ladder a bit of a faster pace than Moxie.

Dunn - Now it's just a race.

Jackson approaches the ladder and steps to the side of it. He begins to ascend up the side, using the side of one of the legs and the rungs to keep himself moving upward. Now Moxie Roxie, Eclipse and Greg Jackson -- all spot holders -- are on one single fifteen foot pink painted steel ladder.

Kissens - Oh boy!

Moxie and Eclipse reach the top with Moxie afraid to trade blows with Eclipse with Jackson right behind them. Moxie ducks a strike from Eclipse and her hook leaves her ribs exposed to Jackson who nails a quick jab which stuns Eclipse. Moxie reaches up and brushes the clipboard with her fingers but Jackson grabs a hold of her arm and tugs her back down as he pulls himself up even with the two women. He spreads his legs and straddles the top of the ladder between Eclipse and Moxie and immediately reaches up with both hands for the contract. Moxie stops him with a shot to the jaw that tumbles Jackson off the side of the ladder and into Eclipse. They both tumble down and crash down to the ramp.

Kissens - NOOOO!

Dunn - Moxie is gonna get!

Vacant stands up and Moxie extends her arms unhooking the contract and thus ending the contest.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen...the winner of the OWF Contract Contest and going on to face Jesse Williams tomorrow night for the OWF World Championship....MOXIE ROXXXXIE!

Dunn - Wow! What an ending!

Moxie climbs down off the ladder as Vacant stands up to his feet and removes his mask. Moxie hops down and stands in front of Vacant.

Kissens - Team Moxie...yuck.

Moxie looks at Vacant as they both have wide smiles on their faces, quickly she plants a kiss on his lips as the fans cheer even louder.

Dunn - Uhhh! Fugitive on the loose.

Kissens - EW!

Vacant looks shocked as Moxie breaks the kiss and holds up her contract while Vacant holds the Network Title in his free hand.

Dunn - We have to go folks. We'll see you all tomorrow night because you get to see it for FREE!

Kissens - Ugh, I'm pissed! GOODNIGHT!