The cameras open up at the entrance from the parking lot of the Reunion Arena in Dallas, Texas. Limosuines pile in, one by one, with various superstars exiting their escorted vehicles and entering the arena. A few reporters stand around as a pink limosuine pulls up, with a very haggard looking Moxie Roxie stumbling out from the back with a duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She hobbles into the arena, with her eyes over her shoulder as if she is anticipating an attack. Every noise that crackles behind her, whether it's a snap of a flash from a camera or the slamming of a door, shakes her to her core.

She rounds the corner and her eyes open wide to see her opponent later tonight, Jesse Williams, leaning his back up against the wall with his arms crossed and his eyes focused on the floor. Moxie stops in her tracks and stares at Jesse, who turns his head towards Moxie and smiles.

Jesse Williams - Good showing yesterday. You pulled off some great stuff out there.

Moxie Roxie - ...Thanks.

Jesse Williams - You seem shaky, what's the matter?

Moxie Roxie - I..had a rough night. I couldn't sleep, Vacant wouldn't stop calling my cell phone.

Jesse laughs.

Jesse Williams - Wait, so he's not with you?

Moxie Roxie - NO! I left him with Valtiel- and don't tell him I'm here!

Jesse Williams - ...He's gonna know you're here, and he's going to want a second take on that kiss.

Moxie becomes flustered.

Moxie Roxie - I WAS EXCITED AND IT WAS A PECK! EFF YOU!

Williams smiles at her, pulling himself off the wall and standing before her.

Moxie Roxie - Plus, you shouldn't be judging me on who I have been kissing, Mr. "I hooked up with Nick's Mom".

Jesse looks down at his feet.

Jesse Williams - Yeah, I guess you're right.

Moxie Roxie - I am? Yeah! I am!

From behind Jesse, Moxie notices someone down the hall and becomes startled

Moxie Roxie - Oh crud. I gotta go. Remember, don't tell him I'm here!

Moxie turns around and sprints off in the other direction. Jesse slowly turns around, seeing Vacant approaching him from down the hall way. His steps are labored from the intense pain from the night before. He finally reaches Jesse and stands before him. His attire, is definitely somewhat questionable. He has on a shiney pair of silver shorts hanging just below the knee, with a bright pink stripe up the sides, the Team Moxie pink t-shirt on his upper body, and a white hooded sweatshirt where the hood comes up over his head flush to the skin, the way a mask would, and is lensed in the front for eyeholes.

Jesse Williams - Nicky- you look like crap.

Vacant - Hey. Thanks.

Jesse Williams - What the hell are you wearing?

Vacant looks down.

Vacant - Oh, just an outfit that Moxie picked out for me yesterday. I was going to wear it, but, I think tonight I would wear it more proudly after retaining the Network Title.

Jesse Williams - You need to go get changed.

Vacant - But...

Jesse cuts off Vacant.

Jesse Williams - Seriously. Next time I see you, you better be out of that crap and into something more your style.

Vacant - I didn't come here for fashion tips...

Vacant clears his throat.

Jesse Williams - So, why are you here?

Vacant - Uhh...Have you seen Moxie around here by any chance?

Jesse Williams - I...uh...

Williams glances around.

Vacant - You're not good at keeping secrets, are you?

Jesse Williams - Better than you think, kid.

Vacant - What?

Jesse apparently thought he said his last statement in enough of a hushed voice that Vacant wouldn't hear.

Jesse Williams - Uh, nothing. Yeah, I saw her, but I didn't see where she went.

Vacant - She kissed me Jesse!

Jesse Williams - Yeah, I saw. Congratulations!

Vacant's cheeks turn red.

Vacant - I think she's finally coming around.

Jesse Williams - Well, that's good to hear buddy.

Vacant - Yeah. Well, good luck tonight. Should be a hell of a match. I'm off to find Moxie.

Jesse Williams - And to change, right?

Vacant turns and leaves Jesse without an answer. Williams looks on, not really sure what to make of Vacant or his outfit but he leans back up against the wall. His peace and quiet is broken again as Cokekid arrives on the scene, cradling an unconscious Sythe in his arms. Cokekid nurses a very bewildered look on his face.

Cokekid - Duuuuuuuuuuude!

Jesse Williams - What?!

Cokekid - Yo, um, where are those ambulances they always have hanging around here.

Jesse Williams - They don't show up until the show starts. Then they back in all neatly and proper in case anyone gets injured.

Cokekid - Yeah, well, uhhhhh..Sythe kinda did like, a lot more drugs than I thought he should.

Jesse Williams - Oh uh...Yeah.

Jesse looks panicked and pulls himself off the wall, backpeddling away from Cokekid.

Jesse Williams - Yeah, uh...I think I hear an ambulance now..Look, behind you!

Cokekid looks and Jesse runs as fast as he can in the opposite direction, leaving Cokekid and the unconscious Sythe in the hallway.

TONIGHT!

A video of Trent Steel beating on Valtiel from the night before is shown.

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

Eclipse and Alexis Cage fighting throughout Shock & Terror is cut into a montage of violence.

LIVE FROM THE REUNION ARENA IN DALLAS, TEXAS

A image of Moxie Roxie holding up the Contract and Vacant holding up his OWF Network Title is freeze framed, taken from Shock & Terror yesterday.

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

The last image is that of Jesse Williams holding the OWF World Heavyweight Championship high over his head.

OWF
HIGH VOLTAGE!
THE SHOCK AND TERROR KEEPS US ALL SANE

A strike of lightning comes from the rafters and hits the ramp, sending exploding pyrotechnics off into the air. The fans all jump to their feet as the lights start to spotlight all over the arena, signifying the beginning of the live broadcast. A few clever signs are held up, while the overall demographic chooses to scream at the top of their lungs once the camera swoops by them. A few fans breaking out into muffled chants can be heard, but nothing too distinguishable except for random yelling.

Falcoon - AHHHHHOOOOOOOOOO! WELCOME TO OWF HIGH VOLTAGE!

Greene - I'mmmm back!

Falcoon - Tonight, I am joined by head OWF Reporter Garrett Greene...Welcome to the broadcast table.

Greene - The pleasure is all yours.

Falcoon - Right. Well, we had some event last night and I am positive there will be shockwaves -- no pun intended -- here tonight at High Voltage.

Greene - Well Gordie I agree. Many things happened last night, way too many to even begin to list.

Falcoon - We may just have seen the end of Greg Jackson in the OWF, where he was shocked over fifteen times during that Main Event Match where Vacant retained the OWF Network Championship..

"The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits the PA System and President Chase Johnson along with Commissioner Diamond Kid both walk out from behind the curtains. The fans give a mixed reaction to the two head figures of the OWF. Both men have microphones in their hands and stand at the top of the ramp without the intent of proceeding to the ring. The music fades out and CJ immediately begins to speak.

Prez CJ - I'm not going for the cheap pops, or anything of that sort. We want to get down to business.

The fans remain silent as CJ continues.

Prez CJ - We have been the victim of competitors fucking us over with no showing, and that's fine. We're going to tweak a few matches around tonight. Firstly, Enriko Gates and Demetrious Young have been released from their try-out contracts and will not be negotiated with for a minimum of one full year. That leaves Akira Kanemura without an opponent, but that has changed also. Jared Wave, a newcomer to the OWF who you all saw last night, will be taking on Akira Kanemura one on one instead.

The OWF fans cheer loudly, looking forward to a solid matchup. DK steps forward, lifting the microphone up to his mouth.

Commish DK - Sythe seems to be, well...dead from an overdose. So, instead of seeing Jason Blood take him on, you will see a very special guest opponent who will be named later. Other than that, we really only have one more matter of business out here.

Prez CJ again lifts the microphone to his mouth, taking the lead.

Prez CJ - Last night we witnessed one of the most brutal matches in OWF History and it may leave Greg Jackson permanentally scarred both physically and mentally.

DK quickly cuts in.

Commish DK - We analyzed our options when presented the idea of tonights Main Event being even higher stakes with it being an Electrified Barbed Wire Hell in a Cell. Considering the two competitors, one being the OWF Contract Contest winner in Moxie Roxie...

The fans explode into a round of cheers.

Commish DK - And the other the OWF World Champion, Jesse Williams..

Again the fans roar loudly with cheers, just a bit louder than when Moxie's name was mentioned.

Prez CJ - Moxie Roxie went through a pretty tough journey last night. She had a Cage Match and held one of the Contract Contest Spots for a majority of the night. To put her into such an extreme match, we both thought, would be a big disadvantage to her in the long run getting a fair shake at the OWF World Title.

DK smiles before speaking.

Commish DK - As for Jesse, I think we'd be stupid to throw our World Champion into a match that could end his career. So, with your help, we want to know what you, the fans, think.

DK pauses as the fans give a mixed reaction, not really following DK as he speaks.

Prez CJ - In fact, here's exactly what will be happening tonight. Instead of there being a the scheduled Main Event, Moxie Roxie and Jesse Williams will be competing in two out of three falls match over the course of the night. We are going to let Moxie pick the gimmick of one of the matches, allow Jesse to pick the second and the third, if necessary, will be decided by the fans.

The fans erupt into a loud ovation.

Prez CJ - To cast your vote, you will have to hand in your ticket stub at the designated merchandise tables throughout the arena where one of our OWF Employees will be happy to produce a write in ballot where you the fans can write in any kind of match you'd like. At the end of the night, we will tabulate all the votes and if a third match is necessary you will be the ones to choose what kind of match. Thank you, and enjoy the show!

The fans explode into chants of "O-W-F! O-W-F!" all over the arena. CJ and DK turn to each other and smile before both turn around and exit through the ramp.

Falcoon - Well fans, a bit of a change of plans it seems.

Greene - It's a good thing, though. That would have been a blood bath between the two biggest stars in the company.

Falcoon - Even the fans of the OWF didn't want to see it after what Jackson ended up going through last night.

Greene - Hopefully this sets a precedent for future cards.

On the outside of the ring, Missy Janson pushes herself out of her seated position on a steel chair by the time keepers table. In her hand she carries a microphone as she slowly paces towards the steel ring steps positioned in the corner of the ring on the outside.

Falcoon - All we can do is hope.

Greene - That is true.

Missy steps up each steel ringstep carefully and makes her way up to the apron. She bends over, steps through the ropes, and into the ring. She walks directly to the center and receives a nice ovation from the crowd.

Falcoon - Well guys, guess what? We have a treat for you for our very first match of the evening.

Greene - Yes we do. For the announcements and the introduction to the show, let's send it to Missy Janson.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, WELCOME to HIGH VOLTAGE!!

The fans roar, with many of them being present the night before at Shock & Terror.

Missy Janson - It is time for the first match of the night...It is a Non-Title Grudge Match and it is scheduled for a one fall with a thirty minute time limit...

The fans who were out in the hallway rush back to their seats, filling the aisles with a ton of running bodies while Missy gets ready for announcements.

Greene - Stampede! Watch out!

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first...From Huntington, New York...Chris Green!

"Believe" by The Bravery hits as Chris Green walks out through the curtains to a very mixed reaction. He ignores the fans and doesn't even pause at the top of the ramp. Instead he continues on his slow walking pace down the ramp with his eyes focused on the mat. His usually arrogant smile has been replaced by a stern look of indifference. Green slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, pushing himself up and retreating into his corner on the opposite side of the ring. His music fades out with his eyes locked on the entrance way waiting for his opponent.

Falcoon - Green doesn't look like himself.

Greene - That's for sure.

Falcoon - Oh well. He's got some challenge to live up to.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, he is the current OWF World Heavyweight Champion...From Las Vegas, Nevada...Jesse Williams!

PA System - NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER!

"Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste" hits the PA System and Jesse Williams walks out from the back without the OWF World Title. He glances into the ring looking at Chris Green who has his eyes dead set on Jesse as he approaches. Jesse slowly walks down the ramp, slapping a few hands along the way but keeping his focus mostly on the ring. Once he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he hops up to a kneeling position on the outside apron and stares at Green before pulling himself up and through the ropes, and thus into the ring.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two former friends stare at each other from across the ring. They slowly approach the center of the ring, not breaking eye contact with one another. The two men share a few words before they come to blows with the fans exploding with the first shot from Green connecting with a right fist to Jesse's cheek. Williams returns fire with a left elbow that catches Green on the jaw, following by a european uppercut that sends Green stumbling backwards into the ropes. He bounces back and looks for a clothesline but Jesse hooks his arm and butterflies both of Green's arms behind Green's back. Green is able to wiggle free and turn around, nailing a back right elbow to the side of Jesse's head -- followed by charging Jesse while he is dazed and tackling him down to his back on the mat. Green continues his assault on the ground, mounting Williams and nailing him with fists from all different types of angles. Jesse is able to block some of the shots but his only defense is to try to roll Green off of him, which he does. Jesse now ends up on top of Green and rains down right and left hooks to the face of Green, who also tries to block the incoming strikes.

Falcoon - This is just a blood feud.

Greene - Green has won two matches out of the three, this is the fourth right here.

Falcoon - It's not about the glory or the fame. This is just a straight up Grudge Match.

Greene - Is there an echo in here? I swore I just heard Missy say that.

Falcoon - Screw you!

Williams finally gains control and lets up, standing up off of Green and grabbing him by his hair. He drags him up to his feet and into a front face lock, before throwing Green's arm over his head into a suplex position. Jesse lifts Green vertically in the air and holds him there only for a second before dropping him straight down onto his neck and shoulders with a vicious brainbuster. Green lays holding his head, while Jesse holds his back in a bit of pain. Williams sits up, rolling himself back up to his feet and keeping the high pace as he grabs another fistful of Chris Green's hair and drags him up to his feet. Jesse looks for a lariat but Green ducks, twirling around behind Williams and locking him in a reverse waist lock and quickly tossing Jesse over his head with a release german suplex. Williams crashes down to the mat with a loud thud while Green quickly rolls right back up and into a crouched position behind Jesse.

Falcoon - These two know each other very well.

Greene - It shows.

Falcoon - It's going to be the first big mistake that ends it.

Williams rolls onto his side, grasping behind him at his aching back, in an attempt to push himself up. Green continues to lay in wait, planning out his moves as he watches Jesse struggle up to his feet. Once Williams stands up and turns to face Green, Chris charges and lays him out with a strong clothesline. As soon as Jesse hits the mat Green extends his left arm out and drops down to the mat, delivering an elbow drop across the chest of the prone Jesse Williams. He covers Jesse, hooking his leg while the referee drops into place...1...2...kickout by Jesse. Chris Green continues onward, lifting Jesse up to his knees by his hair and bringing a hard right uplifting knee to his face. He follows it up with a left knee directly to his face, as well. Williams is stunned, so Green attempts another right knee but Jesse hooks his leg at the knee with his right arm. He pulls Green in and throws him over his head and across the ring with a Leg Capture Suplex that sends shockwaves of pain through the body of Chris Green as he slams down to the mat back first.

Greene - That was a mistake, but I doubt it was big enough to change the momentum to Jesse's side.

Falcoon - I'll agree with that. It's back and forth with high impact moves and they have to be taking a toll on both men.

Greene - You have to wonder how much this really means to Jesse, considering that he has a World Title defense.

Williams slowly picks himself up and crawls towards Green. As Jesse pushes himself to his feet, he drags Green with him. Out of nowhere, Green grabs Jesse's head and nails the Fall From Grace near the corner. Jesse hits the mat face first with his momentum carrying him over onto his back as his legs bounce off the bottom rope.

Falcoon - HOLY! OH NO!

Green falls onto Williams...The referee makes the count...1...2...3!

Dunn - What the hell! He won?

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Chris Gre --

Missy is cut off by the referee who darts out of the ring and interrupts her. He points down at Jesse and at his leg which is extended out under the bottom rope and is hanging outside of the ring off the edge of the apron. The referee waves his arms violently, saying that the match has not ended.

Falcoon - The referee and Missy seem to be having a discussion.

Greene - Chris Green had this won!

Falcoon - Jesse's leg was under the ropes. It doesn't count.

Greene - Bullshit! I call bullshit!

Missy nods and the referee slides back into the ring.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentleman, this match has been restarted!

The fans roar as Green and Williams both slowly pick themselves back up to their feet.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Green turns around and walks right into a superkick from Jesse Williams, dead center in the middle of the ring. Jesse collapses on top of Green as the referee slides into place...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Jesse Williams!

Falcoon - Solid victory for Jesse.

Greene - Should'a been Greeners!

Falcoon - You just like him cause your names are similar.

Greene - They are the same!

Jesse remains in the ring, with his hand being raised up high in victory, as Green pulls himself up to his feet. Chris Green walks over to the side of the ring nearest to Missy Janson and calls for her microphone, which she prompty tosses to him. He catches it and turns towards Jesse who is now standing on his own power across from Green.

Chris Green - I just wanted to say a few things before I go.

The fans remain silent.

Chris Green - I wanted to say thank you to all the fans out there for supporting me for the past nine years of my career. It's been one hell of a ride and I appreciate everybody who ever took the time to watch one of my matches live, or on television.

The fans give Green a nice applause in response.

Chris Green - I need to thank CJ and DK for making Chris Green in the OWF possible.

That brings a bit of a louder response. Green then turns towards Jesse.

Chris Green - But most importantly, Thank you Jesse. Thank you for a great match. It could have gone either way. But now comes a time where I need to assess things. Does that mean I am leaving the OWF? Nope. I just need to step away. Not because I lost. Because I need to.

The fans chant "Green-er! Green-er!" as he pauses, which brings a smile upon his face before he contines.

Chris Green - I think about it like this. Jesse Williams, this ring right here- If I walk away and never come back this is exactly where I would have wanted to be. Where I wanted my career to end. In this fucking ring with the best. The champion. So I will take the next month and think about where I want to go, what I want to do. I call this run in the OWF a very successful run even if I do not come back. If this is retirement then so be it. Thank you all for every caring about a guy from Long Island and making him one of your own.

Believe by The Bravery hits as Green tosses the microphone back to Missy. He walks over to Jesse and the two exchange pleasant words before embracing in a hug. The fans explode into a batch of furious applause, with chants ringing in of "Thank-you-Green! Thank-you-Green!" and "Please-Come-Back! Please-Come-Back!". Jesse holds up Greens hand in the middle of the ring as more applause ring in and the fans all stand to their feet.

Falcoon - Folks, we may be witnessing the end of a legend's career.

Chris Green turns and leaves as his music continues to blare. On the way up the ramp he is seen getting emotional as he takes the time to slap every hand on each side of the ramp on his way towards the back. Once he reaches the top of the ramp he stops, looks out the to the fans and turns through the curtains disappearing from sight as his music fades out.

Greene - I don't know what to say.

Falcoon - Me neither. Look at Jesse, he's still shocked in the ring.

Greene - The fans are silent. This is creepy.

Williams remains in the ring and shakes his head as he looks to leave the ring. He steps through the top and middle rope and onto the outside apron.

PA System - Everyone sucks but me.

Falcoon - Moxie is here?!

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.

Greene - Looks like it!

Jesse stops in his tracks and stares at Moxie Roxie who has a microphone in her waistband. She skips down the ramp as Jesse steps back into the ring, waiting for her to explain herself. Moxie's music cuts and she stands at the bottom of the ramp, glaring at Jesse with a smirk on her face as she pulls the microphone from her waist.

On the outside, Missy Janson stands up and pulls her own microphone off the time keepers table.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, just making her way down to the ring...Moxie Roxie!

The fans cheer loudly for the pop star.

Missy Janson - And already in the ring, he is the OWF World Heavyweight Champion....Jesse Williams!

Another loud pop is given by the fans as Jesse stands bewildered in the ring.

Missy Janson - The following match up is the First Match in a Best Two out of Three Falls Series, for the OWF World Heavyweight Championship...Moxie Roxie has been elected to select the first stipulation...

Moxie lifts the microphone to her lips, trying to contain her laughter.

Moxie Roxie - The stipulations for this match, will be that all pinfalls will only be required to reach a two count to be counted as a Victory.

Falcoon - Oh crap!

The fans explode as Jesse twirks his head to the side a bit before backpeddling across the ring. Moxie Roxie drops the microphone and slides into the ring as the bell tolls and starts the match.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Moxie immediately runs at Jesse and dives at him, taking him down with a cross body block. She covers him, while the referee gets into place for the count...1...kickout by Jesse.

Falcoon - Never thought I'd be saying this, but...1 count only and that was close to being the end of the match.

Greene - Weiiiiird.

Falcoon - I know.

Moxie reaches down, grabbing Jesse by his hair and tugging him up to his feet. She pushes him backwards against the ropes and unleashes a few shin kicks right to the midsection of Williams as he hangs on the top rope with his ribs fully exposed. She finally nails one last kick and Jesse collapses to a seated position on the mat with his back up against the ropes. While Jesse sits on the mat, Moxie runs against the opposite set of ropes and charges back at Jesse. She lays out and nails a front dropkick to his face which sends him flat down to the mat. She quickly hops on top of him as the referee drops into place...1...Jesse grabs the bottom rope.

Greene - This is a real test of ring knowledge.

Moxie Roxie pulls herself up off of Jesse and steps back, allowing him the time to stand up. Jesse slowly pulls himself up with his back towards Moxie, and spins around. As soon as he begins the turn, Moxie throws a right boot up at his midsection but at the very last second Jesse catches it. He holds her right foot up so her leg right leg is fully extended and she is left standing only on one leg. In a flash Moxie throws her left foot up and nails an ensiguri to the right side of Williams' face which spins him around. Moxie comes up from behind him and grabs Jesse in a reverse waist lock before rolling him backwards into a roll up bridging pin. The referee slides into place to make the count...1...Jesse rolls backwards out of the pin and right into a standing position while Moxie rolls up to her feet as well. Jesse runs right at Moxie who rolls with Jesse as he approaches into a small package pin. The referee drops down for the count...1...Jesse rolls through the small package and stands up with Williams holding Moxie in a suplex position. He lifts her vertically into the air, but she is able to float over and land on her feet right behind him.

Falcoon - Whoa.

Moxie places both of her hands on the shoulder blades of Jesse and pushes him forward, chest and ribs first into the turnbuckle. He staggers out, backpeddling from the impact and again Moxie looks for a roll up but Jesse is prepared and rolls right through and up to his feet. As Moxie stands up she is met by a dropkick from Jesse Williams which sends her right down to the mat and cuts her momentum short.

Greene - I think Jesse is going to take control now.

Falcoon - You never know, he just went through a pretty intense match and now another right after.

Jesse stands looking down at Moxie while he catches his breath. She rolls over onto her side and with harboring injuries from the night before setting back in, she finds it a difficult task to get back up to her feet. Once she does Jesse is waiting and immediately pushes her back first against the ropes, he looks for an irish whip but she reverses it and looks to toss Jesse to the opposite side of the ring but he isn't budging.

Falcoon - Maybe that wasn't the smartest idea for Moxie.

Greene - She would have been better off coming back running at full speed.

Instead he pulls Moxie into him, but out of nowhere she rolls him up with a small package.

Falcoon - COVER!

The referee is right there as Jesse wildly kicks his leg while he makes the count...1...2!

Greene - Moxie! Wow!

Missy Janson - The winner of the first fall, Moxie Roxie!

Falcoon - Moxie has the early advantage.

Greene - That was a crucial win. Great thinking ahead of time on Moxie's part.

Falcoon - Jesse was weakened, so when all that was needed was a two count it was pretty set in stone for Moxie.

Greene - Williams put up a fight, though.

Falcoon - Damn right. I'm just saying we may see a new champ tonight.

The feed cuts to the locker room area, where we see a dazed Greg Jackson, with his hair frizzy and standing straight up. This is caused, of course, by being electrocuted repeatedly last night. His eyes are cloudy, and his mouth is hanging open as the camera turns to see Gary Busey, who is looking at Greg the exact same way.

Greg Jackson - Where were you last night?!

Gary Busey - Where were YOU last night?!

Greg Jackson - I lost my match, by interference AGAIN, and you weren't there to stop it!

Gary Busey - I almost choked and died on my own vomit!

Greg Jackson - Dude... I'm sorry.

Gary Busey - Did you do something with your hair?

Greg Jackson - What the hell are you talking about?

Gary Busey - You look like a young Don King without glasses.

Greg Jackson - I have no idea what's going on right now.

The cameras cut back to the announcers. The camera zooms out a bit to show Missy Janson again standing from her seat with a microphone in hand, ready to introduce the next competitors.

Falcoon - He's in worse shape than I thought.

Greene - Poor Gary.

Falcoon - I was talking about Jackson.

Greene - Oh, him too.

Missy Janson - The next matchup of the evening is scheduled for a one fall...Making his way to the ring, from East Brunswick, New Jersey...Jared Wave!

"Beer" by Reel Big Fish hits as the lights flash blue and green. Pyro hits and Jared Wave walks out, spins real quick while walking and holding his arms up to the spectators. Runs down ramp area and slides into the ring. Raises his arms as sparks fly from the turnbuckles.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Sakurai, Nara, Japan...Akira Kanemura!

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

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

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men start off circling each other and when Jared Wave approaches Akira Kanemura, Akira nails him with a swift kick to the thigh which backs him off. Akira keeps his distance while Wave keeps trying to close the gap between the two. Wave looks to tie up, but Akira keeps him at bay with a front kick to the sternum. Akira charges at Wave and nails a running dropkick that sends him flat to his back. Once there, Kanemura walks to his side and nails a senton splash onto his ribs followed by a pinfall attempt. The referee slides into place...1...2...kickout. Akira stands up, pulling Jared with him but Wave is able to unlease a few short, hard strikes to the abdomen and obtain control of the match. He hooks a dazed Akira up in a front face lock and butterflies his arms, before driving him face first down to the mat with a double arm DDT. He rolls Akira over and covers him while the referee kneels down for the count...1...2...kickout!

Greene - Hey, this isn't bad.

Falcoon - Akira is an up and comer, while Jared is new to the OWF as well.

Greene - I saw Jared on Addiction last week. He rocked.

Falcoon - He's doing well now.

Wave grabs Akira by his hair and tugs him to his feet, and immediately into another front face lock. This time, Jared Wave swings out and nails a swinging neckbreaker on Akira right in the middle of the ring. He chooses not to follow up with the pin, instead looking at the nearest turnbuckle and walking towards it while Akira lays flat on his back. Jared begins climbing the turnbuckle with his back to the ring, taking his time with each step. He gets up to the top rope, still facing the crowd and backflips off the top rope. He executes a flawless moonsault while in midair but when he lands he catches a face-full of two knees from Akira Kanemura who was playing possum. Jared falls to the mat holding his face in serious amounts of pain while Akira remains on his side taking a break.

Falcoon - Wave may have broken some bones in his face!

Greene - Thats why when you go up top they call it a high-risk move. High risk, high reward.

Falcoon - And that risk proved no reward except for a trip to the dentist.

Greene - And that is hardly a reward.

Akira rolls up to his feet and looks down at Jared Wave who is on all fours now, still holding his face. Akira walks over and nails a swift kick to the ribs which knocks Jared Wave onto his back parallel to the nearest set of ropes. Akira grabs a hold of the top rope, springboards from inside of the ring to the outside apron looking into the ring. He immediately springboards back over the ropes and sits out, nailing a leg drop across the throat of Jared Wave. The referee drops down to his knees as soon as Akira properly covers Wave, and makes the count...1...2...kickout.

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

Greene - I hope so.

Falcoon - I think we have a great group of youngsters right now.

Greene - We need everybody we can get!

Akira pounds the mat and pulls himself up only to be on the receiving end of a european uppercut. Wave leaps into the air, looking for a dropkick but Akira avoids his extended legs and lets Wave fall to the mat. He quickly hops right back up and dodges a lifting knee from Akira and brings a swift elbow to his sternum, followed by a DDT in the middle of the ring. Wave tries rolling Akira over, but it takes longer than expected. Once Kanemura is on his back, Jared lays an arm over his chest while the referee drops into place and makes the count...1...2...kickout. Wave immediately pulls himself up and begins to drag Akira towards the nearest corner.

Falcoon - Up top again?

Once he postitions Akira how he wants him, Jared steps to the outside apron and climbs up to the top rope facing the ring. Once he stands up, Akira pops back up to his feet and hits the top rope, causing Wave to lose his balance and crotch himself on the top turnbuckle.

Greene - Ouch.

Akira quickly climbs up the turnbuckle and picks Wave up out of his seated position.

Greene - AK-101 again?!

Wave suddenly nails a short elbow and Akira falls down back first to the mat. In one motion Jared Wave leaps off and executes a flawless Shooting Star Press onto Akira Kanemura. The fans explode as the referee slides in to make the count...1...2...3!

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

Falcoon - Another big win for Jared Wave.

Greene - He's picking up some steam, Gordie.

Falcoon - I agree.

Greene - He went after Jackson last night, and now a win over a young up and comer in Akira Kanemura.

Again we cut backstage, where we see Jesse Williams in his locker room sitting on a wooden stool shirtless. A doctor stands next to him, examining his ribs and back a bit. Jesse winces as the doctor presses on the bones to feel around a bit, but Jesse bites his lip and looks blankly at the wall.

Jesse Williams - Just tape me up, doc. I'm good to go.

The doctor removes his hands and stands in front of Jesse.

Doctor - If I tape you up and let you compete, it's not going to be on me. Understood?

Jesse Williams - Fully. It's all on me.

Doctor - Okay.

The man reaches down into his black leather medical bag and pulls out two rolls of white fabric tape.

Doctor - I'm going to have to tape you directly to your skin in order to keep the wrap as tight as possible. Don't move.

He pulls at the end of the tape and sticks it to the middle of Jesse's toned abdomen. Pulling tightly on the roll of tape, the doctor wraps it around the left side of Jesse and pulls it completely around his back. As the tape makes contact with Jesse's skin, the doctor flatens it out with his free hand while keeping the roll moving. He continues to wrap the tape around his midsection, time and time again.

Doctor - Do you want anything for the pain?

Jesse Williams - Nah. I'm not hurting that bad.

The doctor finishes the first roll of tape. He takes the second and patches up a few soft spots in the wrap, then stands up.

Doctor - Okay. You're set.

Just then, Jesse's locker room door bursts open and Ray Lopes walks in with a cocky smile upon his face. The doctor stands up, packs up his bag and quickly leaves the two men alone.

Ray Lopes - So, you retired Green eh? What's the total now? Angel, Green, Godsmack, Shyne...I feel like I'm missing some names...

Williams looks up at Lopes.

Jesse Williams - I wouldn't say Green is retired...

Ray Lopes - Well, I sure would. Way go to buddy, you've done what all the guys backstage have wanted to do for months now.

Jesse takes offense and stands up, nose to nose, in a staredown with Lopes.

Jesse Williams - Without Green, where would you be right now, Ray? You'd probably be back in ASW headlining a two week tape delayed Pay Per View.

Ray smirks.

Jesse Williams - I suggest you get out of my face before --

From the right of the camera, a much more incoherant Greg Jackson stumbles onto the scene.

Greg Jackson - Guys, I lost Gary.

Jesse Williams - Who?

Greg Jackson - My buddy Gary. He's gone, and...hey, it's Ray Lopes. What's up Ray!

Greg looks for a high five, but Lopes just stares at him.

Greg Jackson - Jesse?

He turns towards Jesse who looks at Jackson, who holds his arm extended waiting for anyone to slap him five. Jesse finally does to appease him and Jackson lowers his hand.

Greg Jackson - That's what I'm talking about.

Ray Lopes - Will you quit clowning around?

Greg Jackson - Clowning....Clowning...Clown. Clooooooown.

Jesse looks at Ray.

Jesse Williams - What is he doing?

Ray Lopes - I don't know, he's your friend.

Jesse Williams - He's not my friend!

Ray Lopes - You slapped him five!

Jesse Williams - So?! That doesn't mean he's my friend!

Ray Lopes - It implies it!

Jesse Williams - Nuh-uhhhh!

Ray Lopes - Uh-huhhh!

Greg Jackson - Circus. Elephants. Cotton candy. Mmm.

Jackson walks off, leaving Ray and Jesse staring at each other speechless. We cut back to a view of the ring where Missy Janson has positioned herself directly in the center of the squared circle.

Falcoon - Okay, I'm worried about Greg.

Greene - I always have been.

Falcoon - Always?

Greene - He's a weird guy.

Falcoon - I guess.

Greene - He killed a chimp once.

Falcoon - Oh yeah.

Greene - And for what reason? Seriously.

Missy lifts the microphone to her mouth and begins her announcements.

Falcoon - I don't know. Missy's speaking, shut up.

Greene - Geez. Jerk.

Missy Janson - The following match up is scheduled for a one fall and it is a PDA Rules Match..

The fans give a mild response.

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

"Paint it Black" by The Rolling Stones hits the PA System and Drake Munday walks out from the back. He holds a baseball bat in hand and he runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. He glares at the entrance way as his music fades, awaiting his opponent.

Missy Janson - Out to the ring next, his opponent, 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.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men immediately go after each other with Drake wildly swinging his bat at Joe. He narrowily avoids getting hit and takes Munday down with a short spear which causes him to drop the bat. Cool begins to pound away at Munday with furious fists that keep Drake Munday flat on his back. Joe Cool stands up, only to stomp down onto the midsection of Drake who tries to reach for his bat. Cool picks up the baseball bat and breaks it over his knee, chucking both pieces into the crowd.

Greene - Watch out!

Falcoon - Lawsuit!

Munday begins to get up to his feet, holding his stomach, and Cool helps him up the rest of the way only to clothesline him right back down. Cool grabs Munday by his arm, lifting him right back up to his feet, and clotheslining him right back down again.

Falcoon - I think he's proving a point.

Greene - Yeah. Joe Cool and clothelines are B-F-F.

Falcoon - What?

Greene - You know. Best Friends Forever -- B-F-F.

Falcoon - Oh. Sure.

Munday quickly rolls out of the ring and collapses to the floor, trying to escape the onslaught from Joe Cool. Joe waits inside the ring, looking down at Drake with a watchful eye. For a second Munday slips out of Cool's sight, so in response Joe approaches the ropes and steps through onto the outside apron. Once there Munday makes himself seen with a 2x4 which he pulled from under the ring. He snaps it in half over the back of Joe Cool, who falls to a knee on the outside apron. Munday steps up and backs off while on the outside apron. He charges at Cool and spears him off the apron and down to the concrete floor which gets a loud cheer out of the fans and a few "Holy Shit! Holy Shit!" chants as both men lay on the floor.

Greene - Was that really a smart move?

Falcoon - Risk and reward.

Greene - Touche.

Drake Munday begins to move first, pulling himself up and reaching under the ring. He pulls out a stack of three tables and slides them all into the ring.

Falcoon - Three?

Greene - That's a little much.

Munday quickly rolls under the bottom rope and proceeds to bend over and lift one of the unopened tables up. He places it up against one of the corners, giving it a shake to make sure it is firmly in place. Meanwhile on the outside Joe Cool is using the apron to pull himself up to his knees. Munday returns to the stack of two unopened tables and lifts another up. He places it in the opposite corner, up against it in the same fashion as the first. Again, shaking it to make sure it is firmly in place. Cool is now reaching under the ring himself and has pulled out a steel garbage can. While Munday is returning from setting up the second table, Cool tosses the steel garbage can over the top rope and into the ring. It connects right with the face of Munday and stuns him enough to send him down to the mat and give Joe time to reach under the apron.

Greene - Air trash!

Falcoon - That had to hurt.

Greene - Cool is looking for more pain, he's reaching for another weapon.

Cool pulls out a steel chair and rolls it the ring under the bottom rope with it in both hands. Munday is now back up, with a gash opened up over his left eyebrow and blood running down his face. He holds the steel garbage can in his hand, while Cool holds a steel chair. Joe senses his advantage and charges but Munday throws the garbage can down on its side at the feet of Joe. Cool trips himself up on the garbage can and hits the mat, dropping the chair. Munday follows up with a hard stomp to the back of Cool's head. Drake then glances over his shoulder at one of the tables in the corner and grabs a hold of Joe Cool around the throat and drags him up to his feet. Once there he slumps him back first against the table.

Falcoon - Munday is going to take out Cool.

Greene - Cool can never be taken out!

Falcoon - I know he's hoping that is the case.

Greene - Cool! Cool! Cool!

Munday backs off and runs at Joe, looking to splash him through the table but Joe falls to the mat and Munday sends himself right through the table in the corner. The fans cheer loudly but both men are down on the mat, with Munday laying amidst broken wooden shards from the table that splintered off upon impact.

Greene - Backfired!

Falcoon - Sure did. I don't think Joe really avoided it, I think he just fell.

Joe Cool tries to shake off the pain as he pushes himself back up to a kneeling position on one knee. Munday is motionless in the broken mess of the table, and Cool takes his time knowing the damage Drake did to himself. Once Cool finally summons the strength to get up to his feet, he wastes no time in going after the fallen Drake Munday. He grabs a hold of him around his head and tugs him to his feet. Joe keeps his right hand on the back of Munday's head and charges the opposite corner towards the other table.

Greene - He's going to end it! Go Joe!

Somehow, Munday pushes Joe off of him and sends him face first right through that table. Both men hit the mat with complete exhaustion being the cause of Munday and Cool being from the sudden impact of the table to his chest and face.

Falcoon - Man. This is a series of miscues.

Munday, though tired, begins crawling away from Joe Cool and towards the third table he brought into the ring originally. Once he gets there he immediately pulls up one of the legs and locks it into place while still laying on the mat on his stomach. He pulls himself to the otherside of the table and pulls out that leg as well, locking it into place right after. In the meantime, Joe Cool has pulled himself out of the mess of the broken table and with the help of the ropes has gotten up to one knee. Munday flips the table over onto it's legs and uses it to pull himself up to his feet which he seems to have no problem in doing. Munday approaches Joe and lifts him up to his feet. In one motion he attempts to irish whip Joe across the ring but he stops dead in his tracks. Joe still holds onto the wrist of Munday, then quickly he pulls Munday in towards him and lifts him onto his shoulders to a standing firemans carry. Cool turns around and turns to the table and drives Munday through the table he set up with a sitout spinebuster.

Falcoon - Solitare Unraveling!

Cool immediately pins him as the referee drops in to make the count. 1...2...3!

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

Falcoon - Joe Cool, I love that guy.

Greene - He's growing as a talent day by day.

Falcoon - Munday even worked his tail off.

Greene - Kudos to both of them for putting on an entertaining match.

The cameras cut backstage again to the medical area where we see Jesse Williams having the white tape peeled off his ribs. He has had his head down, looking at the floor, but the second he glances up he sees Vacant in a more fitting outfit. He wears his black windbreaker, black jeans and orange ski mask as he stands in front of Jesse.

Jesse Williams - Good, you changed.

Vacant - Yeah, Moxie's too busy to even notice.

Jesse Williams - Yeah.

Vacant - So, what you think you're going to pick as your stipulation?

Jesse just stares at him.

Vacant - Not...that I'm snooping...or anything...

Jesse Williams - It's going to be a Kill Moxie Roxie Match...

Vacant - WHAT!?

Jesse laughs loudly.

Jesse Williams - God, you're gullible. You'll find out as soon as the rest of the world will.

Vacant sighs.

Vacant - Well good luck out there, I'm going to go try to find her again.

Jesse Williams - Good luck.

Vacant walks off, leaving Jesse to get his ribs retaped up as the feed switches back to the announcers.

Falcoon - That didn't really give us much.

Greene - Except that Jesse is in some pain.

Falcoon - Well that is to be expected.

Greene - That is true.

Falcoon - He has to pull something out for this second match or else he'll find himself a former champion yet again.

Greene - And Moxie will find herself the third woman to hold the OWF World Heavyweight Championship.

Falcoon - Quite an honor, but folks, we have a very interesting situation coming to a head right now.

Greene - That's right. Sythe is no longer with the OWF and he may no longer be with any of us any longer if you know what I mean.

Falcoon - Right. So, instead of having Jason Blood wrestle a dead guy, he had a special opponent picked out for him...

Missy Janson stands up from her seat at ring side.

Greene - I bet it's Steel.

Falcoon - I wouldn't be surprised. Lets send it to Missy.

She lifts the microphone to her mouth and addresses the anxious crowd.

Missy Janson - The next match is scheduled for a one fall, making is way to the ring first...Jason Blood!

Jason Blood walks out from the back as his music plays in the background. He has his eyes focused on the ring. He walks down the ramp and slides into the ring. His music fades out and he waits for his opponent.

Falcoon - I wonder who he's going to face.

Greene - Hopefully someone cool. Likkke...Steel!

Falcoon - Yeah. Hopefully.

Missy Janson - And his opponent...

Greene - Look! From the crowd!

Falcoon - It's Iconoclast!

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Iconoclast hops the ring barricade as the bell rings and gets into the ring behind Jason Blood, knocking him down with a clothesline. The tall beast proceeds to beat on Jason Blood up and down with his boot, stomping him down onto the mat every time Blood tries to push himself up. Iconoclast reaches down, grabbing Blood by his hair and pulling him up to his feet and slamming him back first into the turnbuckle. He charges at Blood, but Jason gets his boots up and connects with Iconoclast's face. The big man stumbles backwards and Jason Blood charges full speed at him, running into him with a shoulder block but Iconoclast doesn't go down.

Falcoon - Do it again!

Blood rears back and nails a closed fisted right to the jaw of Iconoclast but again the big man barely flinches. Jason charges against the opposite set of ropes and runs at Iconoclast again, but this time he catches Blood around his throat with his massive right hand. He lifts Blood into the air with ease by his neck, but Blood is able to bring his kneecap up into the face of Iconoclast who drops Blood back down to his feet. Jason quickly dives at Iconoclast's knee, nailing a chop block that takes the big man down to one knee.

Greene - He's choppin him down like a big Oak!

Jason Blood again charges off the ropes with Iconoclast still kneeling. He bounces off of them at full speed and returns towards Iconoclast, who lunges up out of his kneeling position and tackles Blood over the top rope and both men come crashing down to the concrete floor on the outside.

Falcoon - That will stop any momentum he had going.

The referee starts the manditory ten count...

1...2...3...

Iconoclast slowly rises and drags Blood up to his feet with him, tossing him face first into the steel ring steps which are sent flying upon impact.

4...5...

Jason Blood remains on the ground on the outside while Trent Steel emerges from the entrance way.

Greene - Uh oh. Business just picked up.

6...7...

He slowly strolls down the ramp as Iconoclast slides into the ring, and then right back out to restart the count. Once he does, he reaches down and drags the lifeless Jason Blood up to his feet.

1...2...

Iconoclasi lifts Jason Blood over his shoulder and drives him face first into the ring post.

3...4...5...

Steel reaches ring side and picks up Jason Blood, irish whipping him right towards Iconoclast who nails a huge big boot. The referee calls for the bell immediately.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match by Disqualification...Jason Blood!

Steel and Iconoclast continue their assault on Jason Blood, with Iconoclast taking the lead and Steel pulling a microphone out.

Trent Steel - Jason, you ruined my chances at the Contract Contest yesterday. Tonight, you will not stop me from doing what I want, where I want, to who I want!

He slaps the fallen Jason Blood right across his face.

Trent Steel - I'll give you the advice I gave Vacant...Stay out of my fucking matches or this is a view you'll be getting used to!

Steel drops the microphone and calls off Iconoclast as both men turn and exit up the ramp to a series of harsh boos.

Falcoon - Well, it was kind of Trent Steel.

Greene - Yeah. Sorta.

Falcoon - Uh huh.

We cut backstage where we see Alexis Cage and Robin Sparks in their locker room watching the monitors. The audio picks up their conversation.

Alexis Cage - Listen, if I die tonight...you can have my...

Robin Sparks - Jesse Williams Shrine?

Alexis Cage - NO! I mean-- That doesn't exist! What?

Robin Sparks - Mhmmm.

Alexis Cage - Listen to me you brat. If I die you can have my WoW Title. It's in my apartment under some coca..i.. Coca Cola Cans...

Robin twists her head.

Robin Sparks - Why is it under coca cola cans?

Alexis Cage - Uhhhhh...caaaauuse....Makes for a good coaster. Why else? Pfttt!

Robin Sparks - Right. Well, I'll leave you to get ready. Good luck. Don't die.

Alexis smiles nervously and stares at the monitor as the cameras cut to a view of the ring where Missy is standing firm with a microphone in her hand.

Falcoon - Alexis is worried about dying.

Greene - No more Toby Wilks experiences. Please.

Falcoon - I agree.

Greene - Well, let's go to Missy, it seems to be time for the next match.

Missy Janson - The following match up is the Second Match in a Best Two out of Three Falls Series, for the OWF World Heavyweight Championship...Coming to the ring first, the challenger who is up one to nothing in falls so far...Moxie Roxie!

PA System - Everyone sucks but me.

Le Tigre's "Deceptacon" bleeds through the PA as Moxie Roxie hobbles out from the back, looking a little worse for the wear than she did before. She still manages to hold up her arms to the crowd and put a smile on her face, but you can tell she is in pain.

Falcoon - Well, hopefully Moxie has enough in her to hang with Jesse and maybe pull off this World Title win right here.

She makes her way down the ramp and instead of sliding into the ring she slowly takes her time getting up the ring steps. She steps onto the apron, parting the ropes and stepping into the ring. Again the fans give her a great ovation as she retreats to her corner and her music fades out.

Missy Janson - And her opponent, he is the OWF World Champion...Jesse Williams!

PA System - NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER!

"Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste" hits the PA System and a shirtless Jesse Williams walks out from the back with his ribs heavily taped up and the OWF World Title hanging over his shoulder. His eyes are focused on Moxie, who has a stern look of her own in the ring, while he limps down the ramp.

Greene - Moxie pulled a smart move on Jesse before. Let's see what Jesse has in store for her.

Falcoon - He looks very determined to keep his championship.

Jesse rolls under the bottom rope and pulls himself up, standing right next to Missy Janson and staring down Moxie. His music slowly fades out and Missy lifts the microphone to her mouth.

Missy Janson - Jesse has been elected to pick the stipulations of the second match.

She hands the microphone to Jesse.

Jesse Williams - You want to play games, Moxie? Okay. The stipulations for the second match are that you need to secure a five count to earn a pinfall.

The fans explode as Moxie looks on distraught.

Falcoon - HAHAHA!

Greene - What an ultimate verbal bitch slap!

Jesse hands the microphone and his World Title to Missy, who leaves the ring promptly as both competitors get ready to begin the match.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Both Moxie and Jesse square off, look at each other from where they stand without making any movement for several moments. The fans become more and more anxious to see the two competitors go at it.

Falcoon - With you having to secure a five count for a pinfall, you think we'll see a lot of four counts so competitors can rest for an extra second or two?

Greene - Possibly. Then again, we may just see one competitor going for a five count from the start.

Moxie Roxie and Jesse Williams both lunge at each other looking as if they are going to lock up, but Moxie swerves around back behind Williams and delivers a hard forearm shot directly to his spine. Jesse is stunned but turns around, looking for a spinning back fist but Moxie ducks. Jesse's momentum turns him around to face the ducking Moxie who leaps up into the air and looks for a front dropkick but Jesse takes a step back and let's her crash to the mat back first. Jesse hooks both of her legs under his arm pits and he positions himself in the center of the ring with his back to one of the corners.

Falcoon - What does he have planned?

Jesse rolls backwards and slingshots Moxie from her back up into the air and crashing face first into the turnbuckle. Jesse stands up quickly, while Moxie staggers out of the corner, and rushes up behind her -- grabbing her in a half nelson and tossing her over his head with a Half Nelson Suplex that Jesse is able to execute with ease since his weight and strength advantages he holds over Moxie. Moxie lands directly on the back of her head and neck, rolling up into a ball before collapsing onto her stomach with her hair strewn upon the mat.

Greene - Such a devastating move and Jesse has become very familiar with it.

Falcoon - Moxie had no counter, no place to go.

Greene - Jesse can basically manhandle her. In the first bout she was able to keep a step ahead of him.

Falcoon - She's going to have to get back to that in order to have any hopes of walking out champion.

Jesse pushes himself up with the fans cheering him on, but a good amount of fans still firmly behind Moxie. Jesse holds his ribcage on his right side by tucking his right elbow up against his body. Jesse slowly approaches Moxie and reaches down, grabbing her by her long blonde hair and lifting her up to her feet. He picks her up and hangs her over his shoulder, then begins to walk towards the nearest corner. He sits her down on the top turnbuckle but once Jesse does, Moxie nails a hard boot to the jaw. While still seated on the top rope, Moxie grabs Jesse in a front face lock and pushes herself off from the turnbuckle and swings around nailing a tornado DDT on Jesse. Moxie scrambles to crawl on top of Jesse and she fails to hook the leg as the referee slides into place...1...2...kickout.

Falcoon - His instincts cut in there.

Greene - Can you blame him?

Moxie pulls herself up, leaving Jesse to get up on his own, choosing to head towards the ropes to catch a breather. Once she gets there she realizes that Jesse has pulled himself up and her relaxation has been cut short once again. Moxie Roxie hooks her rightarm pit on the top rope and leans most of her weight against it, and Jesse realizes she isn't moving. Williams gains his second wind and breaks into a spring towards Moxie, but at the very last second she drops back first to the mat and tugs the top rope down towards the floor with her. Williams' own momentum carries him over the top rope and down to the concrete floor in a heap.

Greene - Nice improv by Moxie.

Falcoon - I doubt she'll continue to get lucky like this.

Moxie Roxie hoists herself up, rope by rope, staring down at Jesse as he uses the ring apron to pull himself up. Once Moxie gets both hands up to the top rope and she stands, she slingshots herself over the top rope and looks for a cross body block on a recently recovered Jesse Williams. Jesse catches her, but instead of slamming her he places Moxie on the ring apron and slides her into the ring.

Greene - What's that about?

Jesse quickly hops up to the apron, grabbing a hold of the top rope with both hands and staring at Moxie as she pulls herself up to her feet with her back to Jesse. Once she begins to turn Jesse Williams springboards from the outside apron to the top rope, placing both feet on it and using it to vault himself towards Moxie.

Falcoon - OHHHH!

Moxie turns around and gets destroyed by a thunderous springboard clothesline that silences most of the fans.

Greene - Jesus christ, is she alive?

Falcoon - I ... I don't know.

Jesse holds his ribs in a lot of pain as he lays across the stomach of Moxie Roxie. The referee drops into place...1...2...kickout!

Falcoon - Not even a three?

Jesse looks pissed off and he pushes himself up, fighting through the pain. He lifts Moxie Roxie up and grabs her by her left arm, irish whipping her into the ropes. When she bounces back he looks for another lariat, but she baseball slides through his legs and pops up behind Jesse. Moxie quickly locks Jesse in a reverse waist lock, but Jesse breaks it with a sharp right elbow to the side of Moxie's head. He turns around and brings a sharp kick into the ribs of Moxie, followed by hooking her up for a suplex. He hooks her leg, turning into a fishermans suplex position which he lifts her from. At the highest peak of lifting Moxie he swings her ring back down with a sitout powerbomb into a pin. The referee drops into place..

Falcoon - Beyond the Citadel of Coup de Grace!

Greene - That may be it!

1...2...3...4..kickout! The fans give a loud applause for Moxie kicking out of one of Jesse's more devastating moves.

Falcoon - Granted it took her a four count to do it, she's the first to kick out of that move.

Greene - Four count, who cares!

Jesse rolls onto his side holding his back in a lot of pain while Moxie still lays on her back trying to regroup. Rivaled chants of "Mox-ie Rox-ie!" and "Jes-se Will-iams!" break out through the crowd who is as rowdy as they have been all night.

Greene - A five count is a lot to ask for either competitor.

Falcoon - I think it was a good plan for Jesse since it may be impossible for Moxie to get a five count on him.

Greene - But it's difficult because it's going to take a lot out of him to beat Moxie to a point where she'll be down for a five count.

Falcoon - You're very right, Garrett.

Greene - Thanks, pal!

Jesse Williams begins pushing himself up off the mat while Moxie Roxie rolls onto her side. They crawl to opposite sides of the ring, grabbing onto opposite sets of ropes at about the same time. Moxie hooks her left elbow on the middle rope while Jesse has a firm grip of the bottom rope with his right hand, with his left hand positioned and reaching for the top rope. Moxie begins reaching for the top rope while Jesse hangs himself over the top rope with both of his arms dangling over the ropes to the outside and all of his weight resting on the top rope. On the other side of the ring, Moxie pulls herself up to her feet but keeps a hold on the ropes to gain some balance.

Falcoon - They're both back up.

Both competitors turn and face each other, and immediately head right back into battle. Jesse looks for a right elbow but Moxie ducks and rolls him up into a school boy pin. The referee slides right into place, making the count...1...2...3...Jesse rolls up and up to his feet and looks for a lariat but Moxie hooks his arm and rolls Williams backwards into a crucifix pin as the referee drops into place...1...2...3...Jesse kicks out and rolls up into a crouched position while Moxie stands up and looks ready to fight. The fans give a loud pop for both competitors who are both happy to take a much needed breather.

Greene - Moxie would have beaten Jesse twice there.

Falcoon - Would have is the key word.

The fans cheer as both Moxie Roxie and Jesse Williams slowly approach each other again, but Moxie tries to take advantage and she nails a dropkick to the left knee cap of Jesse. This sends him down to one knee and leaves his right side prone to attacks. Moxie exploits it, laying in kick after kick to the ribs of Jesse who has nowhere to go. He tries to stand up, but the pain is too much and he remains on one knee. Moxie winds up and nails a hard left kick to Jesse's right side but after the impact he catches her foot and holds it there. Moxie falls to the mat but is able to use her right foot to kick Jesse right in the sternum and force him to release her left foot. She reverse somersaults up to her feet while Jesse is still on one knee. She charges him and lays out nailing a front drop kick to his abdomen which lays him out flat to his back.

Greene - Jesse is taking a beating.

Falcoon - Even if he earns a third match who knows the shape he or Moxie will be in to compete in it.

Moxie stands up and braces herself up against the ropes with her eyes locked on Jesse while he writhes in pain on the mat. The fans are all on their feet all over the arena and you can see the vibrations from all the noise coming through with a tiny bit of shaking of the cameras. Jesse rolls over onto his side and slowly pushes himself up to a kneeling position.

Falcoon - Jesse's a fighter.

Greene - He's just doing what he knows best.

Falcoon - And Moxie is just waiting.

Moxie grabs Jesse by his head in a stunner position and she runs at the nearest corner. She climbs up each turnbuckle and backflips over, nailing Williams with a floatover reverse DDT.

Falcoon - Tickled Pink!

Greene - That could get her a five count!

Moxie quickly scrambles to cover Jesse, hooking his leg while the referee drops down to both knees and makes the count...1...2...3...4...kickout!

Greene - I can't take this suspense.

Falcoon - It's all for Moxie, or nothing for Jesse -- That is what is on the line in this second match in the two of three falls series.

Moxie rolls onto her back as both competitors gasp for air while they lay prone on the mat. Again various differing chants break out, such as "Lets Go Mox-ie!" and "Lets Go Jes-se". Moxie Roxie is the first to begin to get back up to her feet, as she rolls over onto her stomach and begins pushing herself off of the canvas. Jesse, meanwhiles plant one of his elbows down into the mat and begins rolling onto his side by the time Moxie has gotten up to all fours. The fans grow more and more anxious by the second awaiting to see who will get up to their feet first. Williams pulls himself up into a kneeling position on both knees while Moxie is able to stand up on her own two feet. Instantly she reaches down and pulls Jesse up to his unsteady feet, with both of them face to face.

Falcoon - And we're back at the beginning.

Greene - How much longer can this go on?

Falcoon - How much longer can they go on is a better question.

Greene - Very true.

Moxie stares Jesse down in the center of the ring and unleashes a hard right shin kick to his ribs from a low angle on his left side, she follows it up with a front kick to his abdomen which causes Jesse to bend over. Moxie stares down at Jesse and then at the ropes he is facing. She turns her back and starts to run, but unbeknownst to her Jesse stands up and sprints just as fast as her right behind her. She only notices it as she hits the ropes and he passes her on her left side. Moxie Roxie stops in her tracks while Jesse bounces off the same set of ropes Moxie just did and runs full speed at Moxie who begins to turn around after stopping her sprint. Jesse extends his right arm and crushes Moxie with a lariat that sends her right down to the mat like a sack of potatoes. Jesse quickly covers Moxie, hooking her leg for good measure as the referee slides in face first to make the count...1...2...3...4...kickout!

Falcoon - That's the second HUGE clothesline he's nailed.

Greene - And Moxie keeps kicking out.

Jesse stands up and looks furious. With his right arm across his midsection from the pain in his ribs, he only is using his left arm as he use it to reach down and grab Moxie Roxie by her hair and tug her up to her feet. Williams locks her head into a front face lock with his left arm, and moves his head to tuck it under Moxie Roxie's right arm to complete the suplex position.

Falcoon - You don't think?

With one arm, Williams hoists Moxie straight up into the air with a vertical suplex but he slowly twists her so she is still vertical but her and Jesse are face to face. The fans are in shock at this sign of adrenaline from Jesse.

Greene - What strength!

He moves Moxie's head to the side and sits out, driving her head and shoulders right down into the mat with an Inverted Emerald Frosion.

Falcoon - J-Dubz Driver!!

Williams stands up and covers Moxie, sitting on top of her legs while the referee counts...1...2...3...4...5!

Missy Janson - The winner of the second fall...Jesse Williams!

The fans roar and following the announcement a mass of them exit their seats and head towards the merchanside tables.

Falcoon - Jesse seemed to just have enough.

Greene - He went much harder in that last bit of the match. I think he realized he can't hold back.

Jesse eventually stands up and begins to make his way to the back to a loud ovation of the remaining fans who aren't voting.

Falcoon - Well that means that the fans will vote for the final match stipulations.

Greene - They already seem to be on their way to do that.

Moxie Roxie exits after Jesse, hobbling up the ramp to a good ovation as well.

Falcoon - I'm being told there are three choices, and we will be updating with voting results updates as we get them. The three choices are, A normal match...a Ladder Match, or PDA Rules..

Greene - That's a tough one.

Falcoon - We'll see what the fans want.

Missy stands up at ring side with a microphone in hand.

Greene - We're winding up the card here tonight.

Falcoon - That's right. Only a few more matches. We seem to be moving right along so here is Missy.

She lifts it to her mouth and begins to speak.

Missy Janson - The next match is a PDA Rules Elimination Tag Rules Match and it is for the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships!

The fans give a mixed reaction.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from the challenging team...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.

Missy Janson - And his partner, 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.

Missy Janson - And their opponents, they are the current OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions...Thug 1 and Thug 2, The Gangsters Disciples!

Their music hits and both brooding men walk out from the back with their respective championships in their hands dragging along the ramp. They quickly walk down the ring with Steel staring right at them while G Dogg looks around for a weapon. While they stand out there, Vacant comes out from the back and slowly walks down the ramp as both G Dogg and Steel slide into the ring and the bell rings.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Thug 1 and G Dogg start off the match, with Thug 2 and Steel moving to their respective corners. The two legal men lock up and they tossle around the ring with Thug 1 getting the upper hand. He is able to throw G Dogg into the ropes and take him down with a shoulder charge when he bounces back. On the outside, Vacant hangs out on the side of the ring nearest Steel keeping himself within sight but out of reach of attack. Thug 1 walks over and tags in Thug 2 and he picks up where Thug 1 left off. He begins to stomp on G Dogg as he lays on the mat in obvious amounts of pain.

Falcoon - G Dogg needs to get out of there.

Greene - Steel seems a little concerned with Vacant.

Steel hops down off the apron and runs after Vacant who jets around the ring. Steel follows in pursuit but Vacant stays a few steps ahead of him and Trent gives up. He goes back to his corner and tries to catch his breath. In the ring, Thug 2 picks up G Dogg and pulls him in with a bearhug, lifting him off the ground and squeezing the life from him. Thug 1 runs into the ring and clothelines G Dogg while he is in the bear hug and Thug 2 drops him down with a sitout spinebuster. The referee gets into the face of Thug 1 and tell him to get back to his corner, which he does. Meanwhile Thug 2 kicks G Dogg over towards Steel who tags himself in and heads full steam right at Thug 2 and takes him down with a clothesline. Thug 1 runs in again and he gets taken down by a clothesline as well. Steel backs into his corner, only to be tagged out by G Dogg who runs into the ring to beat on the beaten Thugs. From the back, the curtains part and a clown runs out from the entrance way.

Falcoon - Is that a clown?

The camera gets a good look on his face and it is Greg Jackson in clown get up. Vacant stares at Jackson and backs off.

Falcoon - It's Jackson. He has really lost it.

Greene - What the hell is he holding?

Falcoon - It looks like a bat.

Greene - Did he and Vacant plan this?

He reveals an alumnium baseball bat that seems to be charged with 15,000 volts of electricity, in some way. The only thing preventing him from being shocked is the rubber handle of the bat. He runs towards the ring and smacks Trent Steel on his back, shocking him and sending him shaking to the concrete floor.

Falcoon - Jesus!

G Dogg looks on as his partner is hurt on the outside but as he turns around Thug 2 grabs him around his throat and nails a sitout chokeslam, quickly covering him as the referee slides to make the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winners of this match and STILL OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions...Thug 1 and Thug 2, The Gangsters Disciples!

Falcoon - Well, the Thugs can thank Pogo Jackson for the assist.

Greene - Poor Greg. He needs some help.

Jackson stumbles back up the ramp with Vacant following behind, but a safe enough distance behind not to spook Greg. The Thugs file out behind them, with EMT's checking on Trent Steel. He refuses medical attention and walks to the back himself and G Dogg tries to catch up with Steel but is left in his dust.

Falcoon - Now who will take on the Tag Team Champions!

Greene - We shall see.

Falcoon - We need more talent in the tag division.

The OWF Tron comes to life with an image of Adam, a figure we were introduced to last night.

Adam - Valtiel....You know me. These fans do not. I am Adam, also known as Deicide. I have trained with Valtiel for many years and I promised you all a big announcement. See, Valtiel believes I am a murderer...But that is not the case.

The fans listen intently.

Adam - No, In fact I didn't kill anyone. Valtiel killed a woman and he believes I did it. Yeah, that's right. Valtiel is a murderer.

The fans remain silent.

Adam - Worst of all, Valtiel wasn't under the influence of any drugs and he actually blacked out and killed the woman in cold blood. What a sad story to tell. Well Valtiel, I thought you should know what someone should have told you a long time ago. See you around, killer.

The OWF Tron fades to black as we cut back to the announcers.

Falcoon - So, Valtiel is a murderer...

Greene - Why does the OWF Hire convicts?

Falcoon - They work for less?

Greene - No.

Falcoon - Prison rules mentality?

Greene - Doubt it.

Falcoon - I give up.

Greene - I guess for the Violence, and speaking of violence this next match up is sure to bring a ton of it...

Missy Janson stands up again from her seat at ring side.

Missy Janson - The next match up is scheduled for a one fall and it is a Mirror, Mirror On The Wall Match.

A blistering chill floats through the crowd as the lights dim and a soft voice follows.

PA System - It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont.. Street.

Just then a hard drum slam comes across and the dimmed lights flicker once.

PA System - Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing.

Suddenly a bass drum comes into play pounding at each half second as each word of "Build God, Then We'll Talk" By Panic At The Disco leaks out over the crowd.

PA System - Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering..

The lights continue to strobe around the arena, fading out with each hit of the bass drum, they look for something as the fans rise to their feet.

PA System - The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde!

The fans scream as you see a figure emerge on the side of the OWF tron, it's kneeled down as the flashing and pulsing spotlights continue to search..

PA System - And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes....

The spotlight dies and everything is silent in the arena, all but the sounds of cheering fans. Seconds pass before the spotlight returns on the side of the OWFtron nearly 10 foot in the air to show Alexis Cage standing with her arms in the air.

...Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy!

Suddenly Alexis drops down from the OWF-tron letting her skirt float up over her hips on the way down. He lands on the stage and screams "YEAH!" while throwing a fist into the air. The fans get more excited by the second! The arena lights back up as the theme continues to play on her way down to the ring.

Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday.
The Mrs. will stay with the cheating attorney
moonlighting aside, she really needs his money.
Oh, wonderful caricature of intimacy.

She slides into the ring face first then leaps to her feet then instantly runs to the top turnbuckle leaping straight to it.

And not to mention, the constable, and his proposition, for that "virgin"
Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business"
as he said to the Mrs. Well, only hours before,
after he had left, she was fixing her face in a compact.
There was a terrible crash (There was a terrible crash)
Between her and the badge
She spilled her purse and her bag, and held a "purse" of a different kind.

Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy

The sound fades away as she hops down from the turnbuckle and prepares herself for her match.

Missy Janson - And her opponent, from Anchorage, Alaska...Eclipse!

"Shit Life" by Dope 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 opponent with her head tilted downward and to the side at a strange angle.

Slowly, the steel cage lowers from above. On it are multiples sheet of mirror, hung from the inside walls of the cage. One entire panel of cage is covered in full sheet of mirror fifteen feet high and twenty feet wide. On the other panels, many sheets of mirror of various sizes are hooked onto the chain link cage panels. The cage slowly drops into place, surrounding Alexis and Eclipse, and a few ring technicians on the outside fasten the cage to the ring posts. They all disappear and the referee signals for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Eclipse immediately charges after Alexis and grabs her by her hair, tossing her directly into the big mirror panel on one of the cage panels -- the one side facing the entrance ramp. The mirror doesn't break but Alexis Cage smacks into it with a hard thud. Alexis tries to charge Eclipse, but she over powers Alexis and smashes her back first into the panel again. Eclipse rears back with her right arm and punches at Alexis' face, but she is able to duck out of the way at the last second. The closed fist of Eclipse goes through the mirror panel, and cuts her, but she doesn't even flinch. She just pulls her hand free and turns around to face Alexis, who has pulled a mirror panel off another one of the walls and weilds it back as a weapon.

Falcoon - Look out Eclipse!

As Alexis brings the mirror plate forward, Eclipse grabs her wrist and wrenches on it forcing her to drop the mirror to the mat. Eclipse twists the arm behind Alexis' back with a hammerlock and then picks her up. She drops her onto her hammerlocked arm with a back drop which rolls Alexis over in pain. Eclipse stands right up and picks up the mirror piece Alexis picked off the cage. She waits for Alexis to stand up and immediately she brings the mirror plate down over her head, shattering it into thousands of pieces.

Greene - Well that was only a matter of time.

Falcoon - Frankly I'm surprise it took that long.

Greene - I agree.

Eclipse lifts Alexis up and tosses her lifeless body up against the mirror plate that is across the entire cage panel which cracks. Eclipse charges at Alexis, this time running right into her and sending her up against the mirror which shatters all around her. She stumbles around and Eclipse grabs her in a front face lock, followed by nailing an Implant DDT.

Greene - Nature's Course!

She rolls Alexis over and places once hand on her chest while the referee counts the pinfall...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Eclipse!

Falcoon - Poor Alexis.

Greene - Forget Alexis, poor ring crew. Here they come now.

The ring technicians run down to the ring as the cage is lifted off of the ring. They begin to clean up the pieces of mirror that are left in the ring.

Greene - Nice mess to clean up before the Main Event.

Falcoon - That's for sure, Garrett. And what a Main Event it is to clean up for.

We cut backstage to the office of President Chase Johnson. He sits watching his television set when there is a knock at the door.

Prez CJ - Come in.

The door opens and a woman walks into his office holding a white sheet of paper.

Woman - Sir, I have the results from the fan poll.

Prez CJ - Really? Excellent. Let me see.

She hands him the piece of paper.

Prez CJ - That will be all.

She turns and leaves Chase as he looks over the figures.

Prez CJ - Very interesting.

The feed cuts back to the ring which has been cleared of all debris from the last match. Missy Janson stands directly in the center of the ring holing a microphone as slowly all the fans in the arena return to their seats in anticipation of the Main Event.

Greene - Here we go Gordie. The moment of truth.

Falcoon - So many things to find out, all from one match.

Greene - Regardless of who walks out champion, both superstars put out a hell of an effort this weekend.

Falcoon - You could say that again.

Greene - Regar --

Falcoon - But instead, lets send it up to Missy for the introductions.

Missy lifts the microphone to her mouth, speaking over the rowdy fans.

Missy Janson - The following match up is the Main Event of the Evening...

The fans cheer as Missy pauses for effect.

Falcoon - Here we go Garrett.

Greene - It's the rubber match!

Missy Janson - The match will have a stipulation as per the fans choice. The votes have been tabulated and here are the results.

A graphic appears on the OWF Tron and on the screens at home.

The graphic disappears as the fans cheer loudly for their voice being heard.

Missy Janson - It will be a normal match...It is the third and final match in a best of three series, with the winner of this fall, whether by submission or pinfall, taking home the OWF World Championship...

An even louder roar rumbles from the crowd.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the challenger...She is the OWF Contract Contest Winner...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.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring next, from Las Vegas, Nevada...He is the current OWF World Heavyweight Champion...Jesse Williams!

PA System - NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER!

As the music dies down a bit, we see Jesse Williams walk out from the back holding the OWF World Championship over his shoulder. The lights come back up to a normal setting. He holds a bottle of water in his hand as he slowly struts down the ramp. He takes his time walking towards the ring, making sure to take in all his surroundings. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops as the music starts to kick back in.

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

YEAH!

He slides into the ring, immediately holding his arms up as the repeated pounding of the drums resonates in the minds of all the fans watching him. He walks to the side of the ring closest to the cameras. He places his left foot on the middle rope, and his right foot on the top rope as he takes a sip of his water. He holds his arm up as he spits the water into the air as the vocals kick back in.

Mediocrity is the killer.

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

Strobe lights flicker all over the arena as Jesse climbs back down off the ropes and gets into his corner. He begins stretching, using the ropes and getting himself prepared.

He laid emeralds in her eyes,
But I'd already tied a bracelt made of gold,
and a scarlet thread around her wrist.
Everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs.
Oh how seldom we belong, but how elegant our kiss.

And we painted crooked lines,
But danced in perfect time to a love so much refined,
We know not what it is until like a dullen wine we pour into a grief we've known before
But never quite like this.
Never quite like this.

All I know now is regret,
It follows like a silhouette along the cobbelstone behind us,
But has nothing to say except to innocently ask,
In a voice delicate as glass,
Do you see me when we pass?
But I continue on my way.

The music dies down and Williams stands up straight, awaiting the beginning of the match.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The fans cheer loudly as both competitors square off in their final meeting of the night. Both are battered and bruised, but they push on as they start off the match by circling each other. They are both content with waiting for the other to make the first move. The fans begin chants all over the arena which just blend into a fury of noise that buzzes through the arena. The two move closer and look as if they are going to lock up but Moxie ducks under the extended arms of Jesse Williams and pulls herself up behind him. He stumbles around and Moxie meets him with a hard kick to his injured ribs. She grabs Williams into a front face lock and throws his arm over her head, looking for a suplex but Jesse is too heavy for her to lift. Instead, Jesse lifts Moxie up and drops her stomach first over the top rope. Williams backs up and looks to bring a boot up to the face of Moxie but she is able to push herself off the rope and to the apron on the outside. She grabs Jesse by the back of his head and drops down feet first to the floor, bringing Williams down throat first across the top rope.

Falcoon - Moxie is just breaking down the champion.

Greene - Thats her only way to victory.

Moxie quickly slides back into the ring, reaching down and lifting Jesse up to his feet by his hair and pushing him back first against the ropes. Jesse is able to fend Moxie off with a few short jabs before she steps back and waits for Jesse to step off the ropes. Once he does she takes him down with a drop toe hold, followed by a short elbow drop to the small of Jesse's back. Moxie stands up as Jesse pushes himself up to all fours. Againt Moxie Roxie reaches down and grabs Jesse by his head and yanks him up to his feet. She keeps a hold of his head and locks him in a stunner position.

Falcoon - She's going for Tickled Pink!

She runs up the corner turnbuckle and tries to flip over, but Jesse catches her and sits her on the top rope facing the fans. He quickly climbs up and lifts Moxie up dropping her backwards into the ring with a super back suplex onto her shoulders and back. Both competitors lay on the mat motionless.

Greene - That failed.

Falcoon - She went for the early win...if you can call a third match in a two out of three falls series "early"

Jesse starts to stir, pushing himself up off of the mat and to one knee. Moxie slowly rolls onto her side and uses her elbow to propel her up to a kneeling position on two knees. Williams summons the strength to pull himself up and Moxie follows closely behind him with both superstars staggering towards each other. When they meet face to face Moxie narrowly avoids a right hook from Jesse that she turns into an arm drag takedown. Both Jesse and Moxie hop right back up with Jesse charging Moxie and knocking her flat her back with a shoulder charge. Williams looks down and then runs against the nearest set of ropes. Moxie kips up and leap frogs over Jesse when he returns. He charges against the opposite set of ropes and Moxie turns around, nailing a snap kick to Jesse's ribs which sends him down to all fours gasping for air. She walks to his side and soccer kicks the left side of his ribcage so hard he flops over onto his back. Moxie looks down and she springboards up to the ropes which are right next to her. She moonsaults backwards and nails it right across Jesse's ribs. She stays on top of him and hooks his leg while the referee slides in from across the ring...1...2...kickout!

Greene - Geez. Jesse is cutting close.

Falcoon - I doubt he's doing it on purpose

Moxie rolls off, losing her second wind as the pain sets back in. Jesse holds both of his arms across his midsection as he rolls in the opposite direction of Moxie. Moxie cautiously crawls towards the ropes with a look of absolute pain smeared across her strained face. Williams on the other hand, is on his side with his eyes locked on the nearest set of ropes. Everytime Jesse reaches to begin to pull himself up he is hindered by the extreme burning pain running through his body. Moxie brings her knees up towards her chest and pulls herself up to a kneeling position right in front of the ropes. Both of her hands are firmly wrapped around the middle rope in an attempt to steady herself. She remains in that position while Jesse lays right next to her, inching his right extended hand towards the rope as he lays on his side recovering from his injuries. The challenger and champion share a glance at each other briefly before Jesse finally wraps his hand around the bottom rope and yanks the entire weight of his body closer to the side of the ring. Right next to him, Moxie has some how pulled together the strength to lift herself up to only one knee with both of her hands on the top rope. Finally she is able to hoist herself back up to her feet and hangs her left arm over the top rope as she lifts her heard up and looks up to the rafters in pain through wincing eyes.

Falcoon - You have to push through the pain right now, Moxie.

Greene - It's her only shot of winning.

Falcoon - I wouldn't say her only shot, but it's going to be her best shot.

Greene - She has to take advantage of Jesse when he is down.

Falcoon - That has been one of his strong sets. He usually doesn't let people get the advantage for very long.

Greene - Moxie has been running him ragged here tonight, though.

Williams finally begins pulling himself up with the help of the ropes, but Moxie reaches down and grabs him around his arm and gives him a helping hand up to his feet. Unable to hold up his body weight, Moxie leans Jesse back first against the ropes and keeps her hands pressed against his chest to prevent him from falling. She grabs his arm and attempts an irish whip, but Jesse hooks the top rope with his free arm and prevents Moxie from tossing him.

Greene - Jesse looks to be on dream street.

Moxie Roxie steps towards him, lifting up the left arm she is holding and exposing his ribs on the left side. While standing sideways to Jesse, Moxie brings up another round of furious shin kicks to Jesse's ribs while he remains hung up on the ropes. Moxie Roxie throws Jesse's left arm over the top rope so his ropes remain exposed. She leaps in the air, twisting around one hundred and eighty degrees, nailing a spinning back kick with the sole of her foot against the ribs of Jesse. Again she grabs his arm and attempts an irish whip, this time being able to pull Williams off the ropes. He is thrown across the ring but when his back and ribs hit the opposite set of ropes he immediately stops running and turns it into more of a stumble. Moxie Roxie quickly rushes over and locks the doubled over Jesse Williams in a front face lock, looking for a DDT as she holds up the devil's horns.

Falcoon - This could end i--

In a rush of strength, Jesse lifts Moxie up with a Northern Lights Suplex and twists her around his back though in an extreme amount of pain. He ends up putting Moxie over his shoulder in a front powerslam positition.

Greene - J-Dubz Driver II!!

Moxie is able to slip down off his shoulder and land on her feet behind him. She places both of her hands on opposites side of his neck on his shoulders and springboards up to a sitting position on Jesse's shoulders. She remains there in limbo before twisting around to the front of Jesse and nailing a hurricanrana into a pin as she sits on Jesse's chest with both of his legs hooked at her elbows. The referee slides into place.

Falcoon - This could be it!

1...2...Williams rolls his legs back and pushes Moxie flat down to her back into a pinfall situation of his own. The referee shifts his weight and begins that pinfall count...1...2...Moxie rolls backwards out of the pin and up to one knee while Jesse remains in a seated position. He pushes himself up and Moxie runs at him. Williams attempts to slam Moxie down to the mat with a tilt a whirl slam but as he spins her in the air she over rotates and lands on her feet. She twirls around and hits a sharp spinning calf kick to Jesse's midsection, which bends him over at his waist. With every last bit of strength in her body Moxie charges the ropes opposite Jesse and runs back, leaping over him with a sunset flip and rolling him down into a pinfall situation. Jesse only stays there for a millisecond as he continues his roll backwards and pushes himself up to a standing position at the feet of Moxie who is flat on her back. Jesse grabs both of her legs at her knees and pulls them up into his armpits. He looks to turn her over for a boston crab but Moxie twists all the way over and brings Jesse swinging to the groun with his shoulders pinned to the mat.

Falcoon - Cover!

Greene - The count!

The referee drops down to his knees...1...2...kickout by Jesse. Both competitors roll up to their feet at the same time with Moxie leaping into the air and planting both of her boots into Jesse's chest with a dropkick that stumbles him back into the corner. Moxie Roxie runs at Jesse, who is hung up back first in the corner, and she leaps up to the second rope -- placing both feet on either side of Jesse's body. She grabs a handful of his hair and begins laying into his head right closed fisted rights as the fans count with every shot..

1...2...3...4...5...6...7 --

Williams puts his arms around the waist of Moxie and walks out of the corner. He turns around, sitting her down on the top rope and hitting a lifting right forearm smash to her forehead. Jesse slowly starts to lift his legs to climb up the turnbuckle, but suddenly Moxie sunset flips over Jesse and holds onto his thighs as he steps up to the second rope. Moxie pulls him off the ropes and nails a falling powerbomb into a pin while the referee drops into place...

Falcoon - Powerbomb from Moxie!

Greene - Jesse's gotta be done...the count!

1...2...kickout!

Falcoon - So close!

Greene - Moxie has to wonder what it will take.

Falcoon - They went through a two count pinfalls match, a five count pinfalls match and now a regular three count.

Greene - We've seen it all so far.

Moxie kneels looking absolutely bewildered over Jesse, who has rolled over on his side to reduce pressure on his back. Moxie pushes through the point where her body is about to give out and she drags Jesse over onto all fours before lifting him up to his feet and slumping him back into the corner. Moxie takes a break while Jesse starts to come to his senses. Out of the corner of her eye, Moxie sees Jesse starting to move and she runs at him and nails a cross body block into the corner, bouncing off and landing on her feet. She immediately clenches around his waist with a front waist lock and lifts up the much heavier Jesse to the top rope. She sits him down, following it up by climbing up on the turnbuckle. She gets to the top rope, standing right in front of Jesse Williams and she holds up the devil's horns.

Greene - Moxie! Moxie!

Falcoon - What about her!

Greene - She's got it!

Moxie leaps, wrapping her legs around the head of Jesse and swinging back into the ring. There's a problem though as Jesse grabs onto the top rope with both hands and Moxie's legs slip off from around his neck and she tumbles down to the mat eventually rolling onto her back. The fans roar as Jesse slowly picks himself up to the top rope.

Falcoon - Now Jesse may have it!

He gives the sign for the Swanton Bomb but in a rush Moxie kips up to her feet and springboards right up to the top rope with Jesse.

Greene - Holy crap!

Moxie Roxie nails Jesse with a few hard strikes to his ribs and Jesse looks like he may fall backwards. His leg slips and his right hand flies up in an instant reaction, catching Moxie flush across her jaw and sending her flat down to the mat on her back from the top rope.

Falcoon - Moxie is down!

Williams tries to balance himself but finds himself unstable. He flings himself into a front flip into the ring, nailing the Swanton Bomb on Moxie Roxie. The fans explode into a roar of cheers.

Falcoon - Swanton! Swanton!

Jesse remains laying on top of an unconcious Moxie as his ribs and mostly his back finally give out. The referee slides into place...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match..and STILL OWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...JESSSSEEE WILLIAMS!

Greene - Jesse's still on top!

Falcoon - But Moxie made her point, she is here to stay!

Jesse is handed the World Title and his hand is raised. The fans are shaking the core of the arena with cheers and chants of "Five-Star-Match! Five-Star-Match!".

Greene - What a crazy two nights.

Falcoon - But it was incredible. Thank you for joining us fans...SEE YOU ALL NEXT TI --

Suddenly, the lights cut out. The announcers cut out. The cameras cut out. The arena itself is cast into a vortex of utter and complete blackness, of darkness, of silence. Murmurs of unease and apprehension spread across the crowd like a slowly building wave, but soon they are quiet, refusing, by way of emotional paralysis, to shatter the veil of black tranquility. So they sit. And for moments that seem like eternities, there is nothing. Nothing but the quiet sound of the still air that settles within the crowd, the sound of silence becoming familiar and noise becoming abstract.

And then a light.

On the screens that tower above the entrance ramp ignites a small, piercing white dot. Beginning in the center of both screens it grows, slowly building to an opaque white static, a thick fog that stretches from corner to corner and throws its fingers into the surrounding crowds. Their faces, now alight with an expression that is horror supressed by curiosity; anxiety blanketed by awe. With the static dancing across the screens comes a faint noise, a dull ringing. It gets louder, its crescendo echoing off the cement walls of the arena, clashing furiously in the center, right above the ring. As the volume increases the noise begins to seperate itself, becoming two seperate entities. The dull ringing suddenly gives way to a louder, harsher noise.

The sound of a beating heart.

With each thud the building shakes from the foundations to the ceiling. With each thud, the screen goes black, then returns to static, in unison. As the screen continously fades in and out to the rhythm of the heart a faint shiloutte begins to take form in the static fog of the monitor. Screen goes black. The heart beats. The screen returns, the figure becomes defined. Black. Thud. Static, and now the figure becomes tangible, recognizable. The unmistakable form of a man's head. Beat in; beat out. A scene begins to form itself around the man.

Tha-thud.

A hospital room. The man is still in his bed, the pure white covers pulled up to his chin, the tubes of artificial life draped around him like serpents.

Tha-thud.

Closer now. His blonde hair flows across the pillow case like a waterfall.

Tha-thud.

Closer. His face, frail and weak. His eyes are shut, surrounded by pale purple rings. A clammy layer of sweat coats his skin.

Tha-thud.

Too close.

Spheres race under his eyelids.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

Much too close.

His eyes open.