Vernon Somoza - This is horseshit, CJ.

The cameras open to see both Porta Prince and Vernon Somoza standing in the Office of President Chase Johnson.

Prez CJ - No, it's not.

Porta Prince - How do you expect us to come back when you treat us like this?

Prez CJ - Listen to me, and listen good. Somoza has been saying that everything I offered him hasn't been good enough. I gave him a shot at the PDA Title -- then a shot at the Tears Tag Team Title. So, what's next in line?

Both men keep silent as they stare at CJ.

Prez CJ - Plus, you've only disrespected me and all my goodwill. So deal with it.

CJ pauses.

Prez CJ - At this point, if you don't give one-hundred percent in that ring against one another -- I'll just forget about you both. It's not worth the effort anymore.

The two men stare at CJ before Vernon looks to Porta.

Vernon Somoza - Come on Porta, lets go spin the wheel.

Prez CJ - I already did. And it's a Normal Match. Now have a nice night.

CJ points to the door as both members of El Plaga head out of his office.

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

Press on these tannins
They double in time
The touch of life, once failed to mention so far

Of course the law is fountains
Or face to face remorse
A fast and restless blackmail
Like pent-up fetish force

The video shows highlights of the past year in the OWF, dating up to the latest events at Holiday Bash, and recent Addictions.

You're right, I get it
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let's all live in your imaginary life

Do you want enough?
Do you want it all?
Should you need it at all?
Takes a minute to see
Do you want enough?
Do you want it all?
Should you need it at all?
Do you want it or not?

As the vocals fade out, the logo of the OWF is fixated on the screen before fading out to black.

The feed opens inside of the Sold Out Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Michigan. "I Get It" by Chevelle thunders through the PA System as the pyrotechnics shoot off of the stage and from around the OWF Tron -- which is playing the introduction video over again. The lights remain dark with the fans screaming at the top of their lungs. The cameras pick up different shots of the crowd, who are either waving their arms or their signs above their heads. The fireworks cease and the house lights come back up, with a thick haze hanging over the heads of the crowd. The music slowly fades out and the fans are the only thing left heard in the arena.

The feed cuts to a shot of the ring announcers booth, where we see the three OWF Announcers -- James Dunn, Gordie Falcoon and Jackie Kissens.

Falcoon - AAAAHOOOOOO! WELCOME TO ADDICTION!

Kissens - I missed Detroit.

Dunn - I didn't.

Falcoon - It's great to be back here, and we have a very nice line-up set for this card.

Kissens - That is true.

Dunn - From the looks of it, our Main Event has been set up to send El Plaga shattering into multiple fractured pieces.

Falcoon - Well both Somoza and Prince haven't really taken well to CJ's attempts to help them.

Kissens - He got fed up, y'all.

Falcoon - But we have a lot more to worry about first. Like seeing three returning superstars, and one new one, participating in two separate singles matches.

Dunn - Which were set up to prepare them for the OWF style they'll have to get used to at Funeral of Hearts.

From next to the announcers booth, Missy Janson stands up from the time keepers table with a microphone in her right hand.

Kissens - And first up we see the return of Plague.

Falcoon - Which is interesting on it's own.

The camera follows her as she walks up the steel ring steps and onto the ring apron. She enters the ring through the ropes and heads for the absolute center of the squared circle.

Dunn - And it's happening now.

Missy turns to face the live cameras and lifts the microphone up to her mouth with her right hand.

Missy Janson - Hello Detroit... and Welcome to OWF Monday Addiction!

The fans explode as they all turn their attention to Missy. A few hundred people rush back to their seats to catch the start of the card.

Missy Janson - The first match of the night is scheduled for a one-fall, with a thirty minute time limit. It is a King of the Mountain Preparation Match -- showcasing two of the sixteen entrants in said event.

Missy pauses for a brief second to catch her breath.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first... Making his debut in the OWF, from Parts Unknown... Thug 3!

With no music, three large hooden men walk out from the entrance way. The first two are recognizable as being Thug 1 and Thug 2 -- The Gangster's Disciples. Behind them is the third thug, as all three men trot down the ramp.

Dunn - Had to assume that he'd be a part of that group.

Thug 1 and 2 remain at ringside while Thug 3 slides into the ring and picks himself up to his feet. He passes by Missy and positions himself in his corner -- awaiting his opponent.

Falcoon - Lets see if he has learned anything from his friends.

Missy picks the microphone back up to her mouth.

Missy Janson - And his opponent... Returning to the OWF ring for the first time in almost a year... From Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Plague!

The arena goes still as the lights go black and a spot light shines on the entrance ramp. It reveals a man standing alone a guitar slung in front of him, wearing a black leather trenchcoat.

PLAGUE STANDS ALONE!

The figure turns around and slides the pick up the guitar string, creating a loud screech of feedback throughout the arena.

1, 2, 3, 4! AWWWWHHHHA FUCKIN HOSTILE!!

The pyros flash behind Plague, creating a wall of sparks and smoke. He begins his way down to the ring, sliding the guitar behind him. The words the PLAGUE HAS STRUCK appear individually on the jumbotron behind him.

Almost every day, I see the same face
on broken picture tube, it fits the attitude
if you could see yourself, you put you on a shelf
your verbal masturbate, promise to nauseate
today I'll play the part of non-parent
not make a hundred rules for you to know about yourself
not lie and make you believe what's evil
is making love, and making friends, and meeting god your own way
the right way.

He stops halfway down to the ring and smiles at the crowd, before pulling his shades off and sprinting forward leaping up onto the apron and turns back towards the entrance and jumbotron. It now shows Plague's greatest feats in OWF, ASW and other feds.

To see, to bleed, cannot be taught
in turn, you're making us fucking hostile
we stand alone.

He walks along the apron and climbs onto the right turnbuckle and stares out into the crowd, before stretching his arms out, holding his guitar in his left hand and his right balled into a fist.

The truth in right and wrong
the boundaries of the law
you seem to miss the point
arresting for a joint?!
you seem to wonder why
hundreds of people die
you're writing tickets man
my mom gets jumped, they ran!
now I'll play a public servant
to serve and protect by the law and the state
I'd bust the punks that rape, steal, and murder
and leave you be, if you crossed me, I'd shake your hand like a man,
not a god.

Plague seamless leaps down from the turnbuckle and walks to the a corner of the ring awaiting the bell as his music fades away into the last chorus.

To see, to bleed, cannot be taught
in turn, you're making us fucking hostile
we stand alone.

Falcoon - It's good to see Plague back.

Kissens - Yeah, it's been a long time.

Dunn - He has had his run in NLW, so lets see where it has gotten him in the past year.

Missy turns and exits the ring, hopping through the ropes and landing on the concrete floor. Once she is clear of the ring, the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Plague runs around the ring and leaps into the air, bringing his right fist into the face of Thug 3. He backs him into the corner and begins to lay rapid fire shin kicks across Thug 3's stomach. After the third kick, Plague backs off and motions for Thug 3 to come to him. He obliges and walks out of the corner, but stumbles into a drop toe hold from Plague who takes him face-first to the mat. He immediately hops towards the head of Thug 3 and wraps him in a side headlock, with Thug 3 pushing himself and Plague off of the mat with little hassle. He wraps his arms around Plague's torso and dumps him over his head, dropping him flush across his shoulders with back suplex. Plague lays stunned on the mat with Thug 3 slowly picks himself up from his back. He turns to face the fallen Plague and grabs him by his hair, tugging him up to his feet -- only to clobber him with a sharp right hook.

Plague stumbles backwards against the ropes and springs forward towards Thug 3, laying in a left jab to his right cheek. Thug 3 takes a step back, but regains that step lost as he thrusts his right knee forward and drives in straight into the stomach of Plague. He bends over slightly when Thug 3 clutches Plague around his hips and flips him over to his back with a gordbuster. Once Plague is driven to the mat Thug 3 pushes himself up and moves around towards his head. He lays his right boot across the throat of Plague, blatantly choking him with the referee warning him. He steps off of his neck and again starts lifting Plague back up to his feet. He is able to wiggle free once he is stood back up and brings his forearm into Thug 3's gut. Plague spins around and extends his right arm -- connecting with a Clothesline that brings both men down to the mat.

Kissens - What a shot from Plague.

Falcoon - Some people underestimate his strength.

Dunn - That's because of his size and it's a big mistake.

Plague is able to hop right back up to his feet and takes in the cheers from the crowd, but keeps a watchful eye on the Thugs on the outside. He soon turns himself around and puts his attention back on Thug 3.

Falcoon - Smart move there.

Kissens - The Gangsters Disciples are only out here to cause a distraction.

Plague bends down to pick up Thug 3, but gets caught with a thumb to the eye. Thug 3 is then able to stand himself up while Plague recovers and stick his head between his leads. He underhooks both of Plague's arms and flips him up and over his head -- slamming him to his back with a double underhook suplex. Plague immediately rolls onto his left side in pain, with Thug 3 sitting himself up and staring out into the crowd. He drags himself up to his feet, holding his right arm back behind him as Plague starts to peel himself up off of the mat. He eventually stumbles to his feet and trots in the direction of Thug 3 -- who throws his right arm at Plague.

Dunn - Duck!

Thug 3 misses with his clothesline, with Plague ducking under his outstretched arm. He pulls himself up behind Thug 3 who spins around and eats a Superkick right to the jaw.

Falcoon - The Vaccine!

Thug 3 drops to the mat with Plague crawling towards his body. He is unable to make a cover as Thug 1 hops onto the apron to distract the referee. Plague turns his attention towards Thug 1 and yells at him to get lost while Thug 3 slowly begins dragging himself up to his knees. Thug 1 and Plague continue to exchange words with the referee trying to keep them apart, as Thug 3 rises up to a standing position.

Kissens - Look out Plague!

Thug 3 runs up behind Plague and wraps him around his waist and flips him over his head. He drops Plague right on the back of his head with a release German Suplex. Thug 1 hops off the apron and the referee turns his attention back to the two active competitors.

Dunn - He's going to sneak a win!

Thug 3 stands over Plague, but looks out to his partners. He walks away from him and heads towards the ropes. Thug 3 heads out of the ring and groups up with Thug 1 and 2, as they start heading up the ramp.

Dunn - Where's he going?

The referee starts to count as Plague begins picking himself back up to his feet.

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

The Thugs disappear behind the curtain of the entrance way as Plague stares on curiously.

Falcoon - Well, I guess this match is over.

4... 5... 6...

Plague just leans against the ropes and allows the referee to continue to count out Thug 3.

7... 8...

Kissens - Yep, it's done.

9... 10!

The referee signals for the bell.

Missy Janson - As a result of a countout, the winner of this match is Plague!

Dunn - Well that sucks. Wasn't what I was expecting.

Falcoon - Good thing the outcomes of this match don't matter.

Kissens - They matter to the competitors entered, y'all.

Dunn - And now I expect Plague to look to take out Thug 3 with everything he has at Funeral of Hearts.

Plague stands in the ring calling for the Thugs to get into the ring, but they all disappear behind the curtains of the entrance way.

Falcoon - Should be interesting to see what happens the second time around.

Plague starts to exit the ring.

Kissens - Fans we are getting word that Ray Lopes is backstage with Sum Yung Ho.

Dunn - Gross.

Kissens - The reporter, not a young ho.

Dunn - I know. Still gross.

We cut to the back where Sum Yung Ho is standing by with a grinning Ray Lopes.

Sum Yung Ho - Ray, these last two weeks we’ve seen you jump Porta Prince and toilet paper his momma’s house, but before I ask about your motivation for that, everybody’s been dying to hear what your thoughts are on your friend Jesse Williams. At Clash of Champions you came down to the ring to have his back, only for him to take you out for as he put it last week “sticking your nose where it didn’t belong.”

The grin on Ray’s face disappears as he appears to get serious.

Ray Lopes – You know Ho, I don’t really have much to say about Jesse to be honest, he says he doesn’t regret what he did so hey it’s all good…see if I ever try to help him out again! I don’t care if the whole fed is beating him to a bloody pulp, you're not going to see me budge to help him out, he's on his own from now on.

Sum Yung Ho – How’s your neck?

Ray Lopes – My neck is fine, it was a little sore the next day just because it had been a while since I had taken a bump like that, but I’m cool now. My neck is not an issue at all right now.

Sum Yung Ho – Ok, so tell me your motivation for going after Porta Prince these last two weeks?

Ray Lopes – My motivation? Well that’s easy, it’s the Network title or whatever the fuck it’s being called now a days! Honestly I could give a fuck about Porta Prince, he means absolutely nothing to me. If he would have lost the belt to Drake Munday or Rockstar, then it would have been one of them I’d be going after and if he loses it tonight to his lover Somoza, then it’s going to be him I go after.

Ray smirks.

Ray Lopes – I gotta admit though, I had a blast last week TPing Porta’s mommas. I just know she threw a fit when she saw it, but hey it was all in good fun I didn’t mean no harm. If Porta wants me to stop fucking with him, he can make it easy on himself and just put that strap on the line against me already.

Sum Yung Ho – So is it safe to say that you’ll be paying close attention to Porta and Somoza’s match tonight?

Ray Lopes – Oh yeah, I wouldn’t miss it for the world, I’m curious to see if they’re actually going to wrestle each other or if Somoza’s just going to lie on his back for Porta like he’s accustomed to doing so he can have his third title defense and rename the belt.

Sum Yung Ho fights back laughing at Ray’s last remark.

Falcoon - Ray has a major issue with Porta.

Dunn - He's not going to allow Prince to keep his guard down.

Kissens - He messed up his house, and now it's time to mess up his plans y'all.

Dunn - But there's not going to be any laying down tonight.

Falcoon - CJ was clear about that.

Dunn - Which only makes the Main Event that much more interesting.

Kissens - Guys, you hear that?

Falcoon - Sounds like there's a commotion in the parking lot.

Dunn - Get a camera back there!

We cut to the parking lot where Garrett Greene is standing next to Rockstar, who has a suitcase in hand.

Dunn - Oh, nevermind -- it's just Rockstar and his Box of Fun. Get the camera back out here!

Garrett Greene - So, how do you feel after your loss to Porta Prince?

Rockstar - Gary, I lost a title match to a thug I have despised for the duration of my wrestling career. I feel great.

Garrett Greene - Actually, my names Garrett.

Rockstar - Uh-huh. Listen, the other day I got a call from a record company, they like my music. They want me to sign a 5-record deal, but I'll be too busy with my real career to even think about wrestling. So for all of you fans who only supported me when everything was going my way. I won't miss you. Many will say I'm running away from wrestling because I can't do it. And there absolutely right, for instance, I recieved no record deal whatsoever, I was trying to go out on a high note. But I can't lie to the fans, or to you.

The crowd give a slight cheer for Rockstar.

Rockstar - So, goodbye, and now I have to get another job that will pay me enough to buy all the OWF Figures on ebay. Any recomendations, Gary?

Garrett Greene - Uh..., I don't know Rocky, I guess it's something you'll have to find for yourself.

Rockstar - Um, yeah, you've been a big help, man.

Rockstar walks off and the camera follows him until he gets into his car and drives off.

Kissens - Awl, my shopping buddy is gone.

Dunn - Rockstar isn't going to become... a Rockstar.

Falcoon - Lying about signing such a huge record contract is kind of silly -- because he would be trapped for life. But he just seems like a guy down on his luck who is trying to gain some of the limelight before he steps out of it for good.

Dunn - We'll see him back.

Falcoon - Hopefully.

Kissens - Yeah, he promised he'd go shopping for baby clothes for Jesus!

Dunn - Jesus isn't a baby, and hasn't been in two-thousand and nine years.

Kissens - No, my Jesus.

Dunn - He's everyone's Jesus.

Falcoon - Uh, not the jews.

Dunn - Yeah -- minus the jews.

Kissens - I'm talking about my son, Jesus Jackson -- and Rockstar was going to help me pick out his wardrobe!

Dunn - Oh. Sucks.

From next to the ring announcers table, Missy Janson stands herself up and clutches the microphone upon the time keepers table in her left hand.

Falcoon - While the OWF is losing names, we also are having a ton return.

Dunn - So cheer up Jackie, we're seeing four new competitors here tonight.

She walks up the steel steps and makes her way onto the ring apron. She parts the middle and top ropes before stepping through, and standing herself up tall inside of the ring.

Falcoon - The next two are Former World Champions.

Kissens - Alright. Maybe one of them has good taste in baby clothes.

Missy steps to the center of the ring and turns herself towards the live feed -- bringing the microphone up to her mouth while looking directly into the camera.

Missy Janson - The next matchup is scheduled for a one-fall, with a thirty minute time limit. It is a King of the Mountain Preparation Match -- showcasing two of the sixteen entrants in said event.

The crowd cheers as they raise themselves up out of their seats and stand staring at the ring.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, making his return to the OWF... From Seattle, Washington... "The Misfit" Spaz!

The lights go out and the opening cords to Drain the Blood by The Distillers blares over the PA. They lights come on dim and the silouette of a figure stands on the stage. The figure turns his head and reveals himself to be "The Misfit" Spaz. The lights come back on fully and the crowd begins to roar. Spaz is wearing his leather jacket with a Misfits sweater, and his hair in Liberty Spikes as he makes his way to the ring. Fire pyro begins to engulf the stage and Spaz walks through the fire till he gets to the ring. He walks up the steps and gets into the ring via the middle rope. He removes the jacket and reveals "Legacy of Brutality" on the right sleeve of the sweater and Hell's Fire on the other. He discards of his sweater to reveal a scared upper torso. He then stands in the center of the ring awaiting action.

Dunn - Some forget this guy is a Former OWF Champion.

Falcoon - And he beat Draco to do it.

Kissens - He is a definite threat any time he comes back at full-strength.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, also making his return to the OWF... From Boston, Massachusetts... Piter Svoboda!

No boos, no applause or cheers, just confused murmuring.

PA System - Svoboda is here to get it on... So rock on, brothers, rock on.

A solitary voice can be faintly heard trying to get an "M-V-Dub!" chant going as the beat kicks in and the Bloodhound Gang begins rapping.

Ashes to ashes
And funks to funky

Dunn - Well, it's starting again.

Falcoon - It most certainly is. At this point, it's kinda sad.

Kissens - What's starting again, y'all? What's sad?

Falcoon - Svoboda will come in, beat some people he has no right beating, and vanish even less popular than he was to start.

Dunn - Speaking of vanishing, where the hell is he? His music's been on for a while, now.

No rhyme
No reason
No job
No class
And we don't go to the ghetto 'cause they'd shoot our ass!

The determined chanter stops as the curtain jerks aside and Piter Svoboda steps into view, decked out in winter casual a la New England and looking like he hasn't slept in at least a couple years. He begins to slowly amble down to the ring, apparently too lost in his own head to notice the apathetic crowd or the mortified commentary team.

Falcoon - This is so sad. This man unified our titles, and now look at him.

Kissens - Why's he wearing that sweatshirt, y'all? It's plenty warm in here.

Dunn - Probably just to cover up the track-

Gordie shoots Dunn a look, causing him to falter a moment before he continues speaking.

Dunn - record he has of having small arms. Think of that sweatshirt as like his muscles. 100% cotton muscles.

Svoboda drags himself under the bottom rope and into the ring, with his music slowly fading out. He backs off into his corner as Missy quickly exits the ring. The referee calls for the bell and the match starts.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Spaz walks sternly across the ring towards Svoboda, who waits for him in his corner. As he reaches Piter he rears his right knee back, but Svoboda sticks the nails of his fingertips deep into the eyes of Spaz. He rakes downward and blinds Spaz for a moment with an eye gouge, quickly following it up by tucking the crown of his head directly under the chin of his opponent and wrapping both hands around behind Spaz's head. Piter sits out and executes the jawbreaker, dropping Spaz to his right knee. Piter steps forward with his mouth open and grabs two handfuls of Spaz's hair -- digging his teeth into the forehead of Spaz.

Falcoon - He's biting him!

The referee refuses to touch Svoboda, but starts the manditory count.

Dunn - If he gets Disqualified this early, he's not going to look too hot heading into Funeral of Hearts.

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

Svoboda stops biting on the skin of Spaz and releases his hair. The referee warns Svoboda who just stares at the referee with a glazed over look in his eyes. Spaz returns to his feet and pushes the referee out of the way as he lunges at Svoboda and sends him flipping over backwards with a vicious shoulder block.

Kissens - Svoboda's weight is an issue here, y'all. He has to fight "dirty" to hang.

Spaz stands himself up with a look of rage across his face. He reaches down and lifts Piter up, hooking his right arm and flipping him over onto his back with a hip toss. Spaz keeps a hold of Piter's arm and hooks him into an arm bar, wrenching back at his elbow. Svoboda's body being obviously smaller he is able to slip his arm free and duck around behind Spaz -- lunging at his legs from behind and taking Spaz back down to his right knee as he chop blocks his left leg at the calf. Svoboda picks himself off of the mat and rounds around Spaz, and begins swinging his fists forward towards Spaz. Svoboda executes a combinations of quick closed-fist punches that all land upon the bridge of Spaz's nose. He absorbs each strike before falling flat to his back, with Svoboda standing at his feet. He picks both of Spaz's legs up and spreads them apart.

Kissens - The referee needs to step in at some point.

Falcoon - Would you try bugging a strung out guy?

Dunn - Maybe if you're a dumbass.

Svoboda leaps into the air and drops a knee into the groin of Spaz, who rolls onto his left side in a large amount of pain. The referee again steps in and warns Svoboda who remains on his knees infront of Spaz. He rolls over his body, hooking Spaz at his right knee as he lays across his chest. The referee drops in and makes the count. 1... 2... Spaz kicks out.

Dunn - He's going to have to do more than that.

Svoboda grabs a hold of Spaz by his hair and struggles to drag his heavier opponent to his feet. By the time he does Spaz is able to free himself from Piter's grasp, and lays a hard chop across the chest of Svoboda. The thud is heard throughout the arena, with little impact being absorbed by the sweatshirt Svoboda has on. Piter grasps his chest with both arms, gasping for air as he doubles over. Spaz steps forward and kicks upwards across the face and chest of Piter, standing him straight up. Once there, Spaz leaps into the air and drives both of his boots directly into the face of Piter -- with the dropkick taking him down like a sack of potatoes.

Falcoon - Spaz is now taking control of this match by not allowing Svoboda a chance to regain his senses.

Kissens - That's his best bet.

Spaz quickly rolls himself up to his feet and sets his sights on Svoboda who is slowly peeling himself off the canvas. Spaz crouches down and stands waiting for Piter to regain his footing, which takes a bit of time. With the help of the ropes, Piter is able to steady himself and push himself around towards the middle of the ring. As he does he catches a glimpse of Spaz throwing his right arm forward and is narrowily able to avoid the clothesline attempt. He steps back-to-back with Spaz and wraps his arms around behind his head, and looks for a neckbreaker -- but Spaz is able to spin it around while Svoboda keeps his hold on Spaz's head. They end up with both men holding each other in a front face lock, before Spaz lifts Svoboda straight up into the air with a vertical suplex. He uses so much force that he flips Piter clear over his shoulders and loses his balance. Svoboda is able to clutch the neck of Spaz on the way down, and executes a falling Neckbreaker as he crashes to the mat.

Dunn - Svoboda's weight just helped him there.

The two men lay head-to-head on their backs with the referee stepping in to check on both men. Piter responds first as he slowly rolls himself over onto his stomach and slowly crawls towards Spaz. He claws his way along the canvas before collapsing across his chest with his right arm. The referee steps in and administers the count. 1... 2... kickout by Spaz!

Falcoon - Took too long to get that pin there.

Kissens - Svoboda has a lot taken out of him already.

Piter pulls himself up to all fours and stares down at the mat with his palms and knees planted firmly on the canvas. Spaz rolls off of his back and onto his left elbow, and begins lifting his knees up towards his chest. The two competitors both pull themselves up to their knees at the exact same time, with their backs turned to one another -- completely unaware of the others progress. They struggle up to their feet and turn themselves around -- ending up nose-to-nose. Svoboda swings the sharp point of his right elbow across the left side of of Spaz's face. Piter tries to follow up with a second right elbow, but Spaz staggers out of the way and punts Svoboda in his gut with a toe kick. Spaz steps forward and brings his right fist across the right eyebrow of Piter, dropping him to his right knee for a moment. Svoboda bounces right back up and strikes Spaz right in his adam's apple -- choking him up and allowing himself some time to get back to his feet.

Dunn - It's almost like these two want to hurt each other.

Falcoon - They both have a lot to prove in the way of not being viewed as one hit wonders.

Spaz holds his throat as Svoboda steps forward and stomps on the top of his right foot -- immediately swinging his left hand forward towards Spaz's face. He dodges the strike, but is unable to avoid the headbutt that Svoboda thrusts forward that drops both men to their knees shaking their heads after impact. Piter regains his senses first and grabs Spaz by the back of his head, and drags him up to his feet. Spaz is able to break himself free from Svoboda's grasp and lays a right forearm right to Piter's mouth. He follows with up with a swinging right elbow that nails Svoboda right in his left temple. Svoboda remains standing, although nearly losing his footing.

Kissens - Svoboda is in trouble.

Spaz keeps up with the blunt elbow strikes with Svoboda starting to bleed from his forehead as he drops to his knees.

Dunn - Get away Spaz, you're going to get infected.

Kissens - Are you kidding? Spaz was just as dirty at one time.

The referee again doesn't want to step in, and starts the manditory count to break them up.

1... 2... 3... 4...

Spaz backs away as Piter hangs his head with blood streaming down his face. The referee issues a warning to Spaz before stepping out of his way. He turns his attention back to Svoboda, who remains kneeling on the mat.

Dunn - Spaz can just pick him apart now.

Spaz runs back at Piter -- who spits a mist of his blood out of his mouth and right into the eyes of Spaz.

Falcoon - Ugh, I'm going to puke.

The fans groan as Spaz tries to wipe his eyes clean, but Svoboda stands from his knees and rushes towards him and leaps into the air. He grabs Spaz around his head and falls backwards, driving him right down on top of his head with a Jumping DDT. Svoboda hooks the leg of Spaz, who remains blinded as he is pinned upon the mat.

Kissens - Piter's got a pin.

The referee drops down to his knees and makes the count, with Spaz violently kicking his legs. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match... Piter Svoboda!

Dunn - Impressive outing from both.

Falcoon - You could tell there was some ring rust with both men.

Kissens - Plus Svoboda is thinner than I am now.

Svoboda immediately rolls out of the ring as Spaz hops up to his feet -- looking shocked that he couldn't kick out.

Falcoon - Well you just had a baby, and he looks like he's on... something.

Dunn - Nice save.

Falcoon - I suppose. Either way, it turned out to be a great match. Gross, but great.

Kiseens - Piter has his sights set on winning King of the Mountain yet again, and it's going to be a task to stop him.

We cut backstage to Munday's locker room where Drake Munday is sitting and Adrian Jackson is also sitting, looking bored.

Adrian Jackson - Do you want to have sex or did you bring me here for another reason?

Drake looks slightly annoyed.

Drake Munday - I brought you here because I want to ask you something.

Adrian Jackson - Umm...I'm not interested in a boyfriend right now, Drake.

Drake looks even more annoyed.

Drake Munday - It's not that, it's just, I wondered, how about I teach you how to survive in OWF?

Adrian Jackson - Umm..I know how to survive in OWF, Drake. I win matches.

Drake Munday - Think about all those other superstars who've come and gone, G-Dogg, Markus Magnus, Hang Ten, Filthy Rich, Harker. They all lacked the same thing, a mentor. A guiding light. I could be your guiding light.

Adrian Jackson - Ummm...dude, what the hell?

Drake finally has heard enough and just shoots it straight.

Drake Munday - Listen, I'll help you out in the wrestling business, okay?

Adrian Jackson - What's the catch?

Drake Munday - The catch is, I want to be a movie star.

Adrian Jackson - Well, we all have our dreams shattered at least once in our lives.

Drake Munday - Not for me, you're going to get me in that new film.

Adrian Jackson - What new film?

Drake Munday - MUNDAY-THE MOVIE!

Adrian Jackson - Who'd want to make that film?

Drake Munday - You would if you wanted to learn to wrestle.

Adrian Jackson - Um, I'm an actor, not a producer, dude.

Drake Munday - Yeah, but think of all those times when we were kids when I helped you out.

Adrian Jackson - Like when?

Drake Munday - When I paid for your wrestling tuition.

Adrian Jackson - You mean you got me into a shitty wrestling school full of dicks who thought they had what it takes?

Drake Munday - Hey, I went there!

Adrian Jackson - Exactly. Drake, you make out your some kind of older brother to me, when you're not! You just left me in Greenbay on my own trying to cope in that school!

Drake Munday - um...I'm sorry you feel that way.

The two share an awkward silence.

Drake Munday - You know I have a son now, y'know.

Adrian Jackson - Really, what did you name him?

Drake Munday - Drake.

Adrian Jackson - Figures.

The two laugh.

Drake Munday - So, do we have a deal?

Adrian Jackson - Yeah, we do.

The two men shake hands and nod their heads in unison.

Dunn - Well that alliance is official.

Kissens - It's based all on the King of the Mountain, y'all.

Falcoon - Jackie is right. Everyone is going to be looking for the best chance they have to pull out a victory.

Dunn - Teaming up will only last them for so long though. There's no prize for second place.

The camera feed cuts to a shot of Taylor Tyler, who is standing in front of the El Plaga locker room.

Tyler Taylor - We're here live in Detroit, Michigan, and I, Taylor Tyler, am about to conduct an interview with El Plaga!!

Dunn - Good, maybe we'll get some answers.

Falcoon - These two men have been thick as theives, I don't see why that would change now.

The crowd reacts with boos at the El Plaga name. Taylor Tyler knocks on the door labeled El Plaga, to no answer. Taylor knocks persistently until Somoza cracks the door open enough for half of his upper body to squeeze through.

Vernon Somoza - What do you want??

Tyler Taylor - Well, uh....it's promo time Vernon! Got any words for the people in the crowd and watching at home??

Vernon Somoza - Yeah, I got something for th--

Tyler Taylor - Hey where's Porta??

Somoza's facial expression changes at the question.

Vernon Somoza - I dunno.......probably finagling something up in President CJ's office. This ain't his locker room no more.

Tyler Taylor - Oh really??

Vernon Somoza - REALLY....Now get outta here before something bad happens.

Tyler rushes out of the locker room and has the door slammed right behind him and the camera man.

Camera Man - What a dick.

Tyler Taylor - Even worse, now I have to go find Porta -- I was told to interview them both.

Camera Man - Well, lets go.

The two men start off down the hallway, moving away from Somoza's locker room.

Falcoon - Tyler is jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire, now.

Dunn - I can't believe Vernon kicked Porta out.

Kissens - Prince may have just left.

Falcoon - Regardless, tensions between the two are at an all-time high.

Dunn - Hopefully Porta has a bit more of an explanation for us.

Tyler and the Camera Man continue on down the corridor, looking at a bunch of the names upon the locker room doors.

Camera Man - So, where is this new locker room?

Tyler Taylor - I have no idea. I figured I'd find them both there.

Down the hall, the camera picks up Porta Prince exiting one of the rooms.

Tyler Taylor - There he is! Porta! Wait up!

The crowd boos as "Porta Sucks!" chants ring out in the arena. Taylor rushes up to Prince, who stands in the doorway of his new locker room.

Porta Prince - Whaddoya want Tyler??

Tyler Taylor - Just wanted to know if you have anything to address before tonights match against your tag team partner and opponent, Vernon Somoza.

Porta Prince - I would love to Tyler.......

Tyler Taylor - Great!!

Porta steps out of his locker room and slams the door behind him.

Porta Prince - But unfortunately, I have business to take care of.

Porta walks out of the shot while the camera stays on Tyler Taylor. Taylor's face fills with confusion as to where Porta is going.

Tyler Taylor - Isn't that President CJ's office??

Porta Prince - Hey!! Take the camera off of me!! Promo's done, you got it!!

Tyler Taylor - Yes sir......

Taylor turns to the camera shot.

Tyler Taylor - Put it down, but leave it running.

Porta enters into a room and shuts the door. On cue, Taylor and the cameraman rush to the door he enters and the camera shot shows the plate on the door: "President CJ".

Falcoon - Oh man, this is getting shady.

Kissens - Looks like Porta is negotiating behind Somoza's back, y'all.

Dunn - I really think El Plaga is done. And that's terrible.

Falcoon - All that talent as a team wasted because of CJ.

Kissens - He couldn't get them both back, so he probably offered Porta a huge sum he couldn't refuse.

Dunn - Sell-out.

Falcoon - Oh, like you wouldn't take the money?

Dunn - Fuck yeah I would -- I'd be a sell-out, too.

Falcoon - ... Folks, we have to take a time-out for a second. But we'll be right back.

LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW, SUNDAY MARCH 1ST, 2009
FROM THE OUTSIDER DOME IN ASHEVILLE, NORTH CAROLINA!

FEATURING

KING OF THE MOUNTAIN MATCH

The cameras open back up with a wide shot of the Arena.

Dunn - And we're back.

Falcoon - I don't know about you two, but I am so excited for Funeral of Hearts.

Kissens - I know I am, y'all.

Dunn - It's shaping up nicely.

Without warning or entrance music, the hooded man in the winter jacket walks down the ramp to the ring and slides in. He slowly walks about the ring, a microphone in his right hand and steel pipe in the other. He drops his weapon into the center of the ring and with his left hand he produces a pack of cigarettes from the inside pocket of his jacket.

Dunn - Hey, that's the guy who attacked Vacant at the Award Show.

Falcoon - He matches the description of the hooded figure behind the attacks backstage, as well.

Kissens - Who is it, y'all?

Falcoon - No clue. That damn hood is in the way.

He places one between his lips and lights it with a zippo then places both the pack and the lighter back into the pocket. He paces the ring, taking slow, long hits from the cigarette as he studies the puzzled crowd. Finally he clears his throat and speaks into the microphone.

Man - So... this is what I return to? Another pathetic, run-of-the-mill wrestling federation struggling to fill the seats? What happened here? What did you do President CJ? You turned this entire federation into a giant metaphor for the U.S. economy. I haven't been gone that long and look at how things are. I should have never took that little vacation because it appears YOU NEED ME. You really do. But... if I never took that vacation I'm not so very sure I'd see the world as I do now, I wouldn't think the way I do. You see... I've been doing some soul searching, I just needed to get away from it all. To go somewhere no one could find me. To be alone with one's self. Oh... if you could only imagine what I saw... you'd breakdown in to a little puddle of human waste and spend the rest of your life in a darkened corner, sucking at you're thumb.

The crowd begins to boo.

Man - Do you honestly THINK that I give a shit about what you think of me? DO YA!?! Ha ha ha! If only you could have been there and gazed upon the wonders I've seen. To stare upon the hideous face of human nature. Felt the frigid cold of the winds of death and suffered through the screams of the lost. Friends... I have seen the Mountains of Madness, I have tasted to blood of the Elder Ones and I stand before thee reborn! I see with the clearest of eyes now. It's amazing what you can achieve if you just open your mind. But sadly I don't expect any of you to free yourselves from your confines and think for once. You turn on anyone who shows even the slightest hint of humanity. Once the superhero starts thinking for himself instead of the townspeople then he becomes the villain, right? Face it, each and every one of you are sheep. Mindless, drooling sheep not knowing of the world and the dangers around you!

The man takes a couple more hits from his cigarette as the fans boo even louder.

Man - You do need me, though. I know you hate to think but please think about this: Without me, you would have no reason to bother with wrestling entertainment. Without me there is no conflict therefore there would be no fucking entertainment! I'm the reason your here tonight! I'm the reason you cheer for the good guys! Hell, I'm even the fucking reason you go to church on Sundays! But please, I don't need your thanks. You never gave it to me to start with so why start now? But... just give me time... and you'll learn to love me. Give me time and I'll mold the OWF into a fucking horror flick and, just maybe, you'll be cheering for this villain.

The man looks down and pulls the hood of his jacket back. With his free hand he pulls four foot long dreadlocks from under his jacket and lets them dangle about his head, allowing them to conceal his face. He lifts the microphone up and begins to speak in a calm, almost whispering voice.

Dunn - Holy hell...

Falcoon - He's back!

Valtiel - You see... in my time alone in the freezing cold I found my "calling" and I'm here to set chaos in motion... to bring about anarchy. Because with anarchy comes order, well... my vision of order, so-to-say. Only through my will will you begin to see freedom and life for what it truly is. I'm here for benefit under the guise of the villain. I'm the savior you've been praying for, children. I'm not like the those who came before me who sought out chaos to only quench their thirst for power, no... my purpose is bigger. I want to see spirits break. I want to see tears being shed. I want families to fall apart and dreams shattered. I want absolute and complete mayhem...

Valtiel looks up to the nearest camera and grabs it by the lens and pulls it within inches of him, a sadistic smile across his face.

Valtiel - Did you hear me?!? I want to be perfectly clear: Chaos! Mayhem! Anarchy! For the good of the people, for their mind and souls! For their freedom! To wash the slate clean and to begin anew! I'll open their eyes! I'll will set them free through blood and fire! Now... I can do this alone... but if anyone backstage shares my vision, don't hesitate to stand by my side! Together, OWF will be ours! Together we'll make history!

Valtiel lets go to the camera and lets it fall hard to the mat. He takes one last hit of his cigarette then flicks it into the crowd. He looks to the announcer's table and tosses the microphone in that direction, letting it crash beside them. Afterwords he snatches his pipe and exits the ring, a devilish grin upon his face as he walks up the ramp. The feed cuts to a shot of ringside with the announcers table coming into full view.

Kissens - Valtiel is back, and he has made his goals as widely known as possible.

Dunn - He has done some great things here.

Falcoon - He has learned from the best and now has stepped out into his own.

Dunn - I'm excited to see him return to the ring.

Kissens - Should be interesting to see how he handles himself now.

Falcoon - One has to wonder if he has anybody else on his list to be taken out.

Dunn - If there is, we'll find out about it.

From next to the table, Missy Janson pulls herself out of her steel chair placed at the time keepers table. She pulls a microphone into the palm of her right hand as she stands, and the camera pans to follow her as she approaches the steel ring steps.

Falcoon - Now we move on from that surprise, to a match that should be full of them.

Dunn - CJ screwed them into these Normal Rules, so who knows what to expect.

Kissens - Especially when it comes to how the two men handle one-another.

Missy ascends the steel staircase and steps onto the ring apron -- quickly ducking through the ropes and into the ring. She walks very slowly towards the middle of the ring and receives a nice ovation as she turns to the live feed.

Falcoon - Well all questions are about to be answered right now.

Missy lifts the microphone up to her mouth and begins her introductions.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the Evening!

The fans all jump up to their feet for the Main Event of the Evening.

Missy Janson - The following matchup is scheduled for a one fall, with a sixty minute time limit -- and it is a Normal Matchfor the OWF Sin City Spotlight Championship!

Missy pauses, letting the rowdy crowd to silence itself.

Missy Janson - Out to the ring first, the challenger... From Manugua, Nicaragua... Vernon Somoza!

PA System – Reggaeton Latino

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

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

Falcoon - These fans are going to love this match.

Dunn - Because they'll beat the hell out of each other.

Falcoon - Most likely.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Haiti... He is the current OWF Sin City Spotlight Champion... Porta Prince!

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

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

Pyro stops and Porta Prince appears as if he was behind it the whole time. Over his right shoulder, his OWF Sin City Spotlight Title is drapped there and held into position by his right hand. Smoke flies out of his nose as he goes towards the ring with nothing but a spotlight on him. As he rolls into the ring, he gets up drapes himself over the ropes with a hand raise as red & blue pyro goes off behind him.

Kissens - If Porta wins here, he gets to rename the belt.

Dunn - I pray Somoza's jealousy will get the best of him tonight.

Falcoon - I doubt he's jealous.

Dunn - If he's not, he should be.

The referee takes the SCS Title from Porta Prince and holds it into the air. He then hands it off to Missy who steps towards the ropes nearest to her seat on the outside. She exits and hops off the apron down to the concrete floor.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men immediately rush each other as the bell rings, and connect with a pair of clotheslines. Neither man falls, but both stagger back a bit. Somoza is able to recover first and thrusts his right first towards the face of Porta, who deflects it with his left forearm. He returns fire by swinging his right elbow at Somoza -- who is able to duck out of the way, and nail a quick jab to the exposed ribs of Porta. Vernon reaches back and clocks Prince with a stiff right hand which drops him to his knees, and allows Vernon to rush against the ropes. He runs back and executes a shoulder block as soon as Prince gets back to his feet, but Porta merely drops back down to his knee. Vernon chooses to run against the ropes once more, but when he returns he is met with a spear that nearly splits him in half.

Falcoon - What impact!

Dunn - I guess we're seeing what to expect from these two.

Kissens - They wanna know who is better.

Prince mounts Somoza and lays a stream of right fists to his face before Vernon can put up his arms to defend himself. Once he does Porta pushes himself up to his feet and reaches down, grabbing Somoza by his hair and dragging him up to his feet. He grabs a hold of Vernons head and executes a textbook snapmare takedown, and follows it with a reverse chin lock -- wedging his elbow under the chin and against the throat of Somoza. The referee checks on Somoza who flails his arms, trying to free himself. Porta keeps the lock firmly grasped as Somoza rolls onto his right knee trying to get back up to his feet. He is forced to slide the hold into a side headlock once Vernon stands up to a certain point. Somoza wraps his arms around the midsection of Porta and tries to lift him up over his back, but only gets him a few feet off the ground. Porta falls back to his feet, tightening his hold even more. Somoza lays a right elbow into Porta's stomach and again wraps both arms around Porta's torso. He attempts to lift him, but again can only manage a few feet.

Falcoon - Either Porta is too heavy, or he hasn't been weakened enough.

Prince lands on his feet, again tightening the side headlock on Vernon. In a last ditch effort Somoza brings his right elbow back into the sternum of Porta, which loosens the hold. A second strike to the chest with Vernon's elbow is enough to break the headlock and allow Vernon to be unrestrained. Somoza chooses to run towards the set of ropes that Porta is facing -- but when he returns he is leveled with a clothesline. Porta immediately hops on the chest of Vernon, with the referee sliding in to make the count. 1... 2... kickout by Somoza! Frustrated by the count, Prince tugs Somoza off of the mat as he lifts himself off of him. Porta begins stepping back to his feet, tugging Vernon up with him. He releases his opponent and backs off a few paces, positioning himself across the ring.

Kissens - Looks like Porta is maintaining a firm hold of the control in this match.

Falcoon - Somoza is going to have to come up with something, and quick.

Prince runs at Somoza who grabs a hold of Porta around his waist and swings him around to his left hip. Vernon sits out and executes the Sidewalk Slam, immediately hooking Porta's leg to make the cover. The referee drops to his knees and makes the count. 1... 2... Porta gets his right shoulder up!

Dunn - Another close call, with Somoza turning the tide.

The two men roll themselves off of the mat and stagger back up to their feet. They turn and face one another, almost shocked to see one another has recovered. Porta and Vernon trade rights and lefts back and forth, without either man budging an inch -- and by this time have bloodied one another by one way or another. Prince is able to sneak in a european uppercut that staggers Somoza back into the corner. Porta steps in and begins laying stiff body shots to the abdomen of Vernon, with the referee trying to separate the two men. He isn't able to budge Prince, but Porta is forced to break the hold because the referee gets between the two men. Porta backs off with his hands in the air, as Somoza shoves the referee -- yelling at him not to intervene.

Falcoon - He was helping you!

Dunn - And he can't hear you.

The referee stands up and warns Somoza, sticking his finger up into his face and yelling at him while Porta remains patiently waiting across the ring. Somoza looks at Porta who suddenly breaks off into a sprint towards Vernon and the referee -- who has his back turned to Prince. Vernon shoves him out of the way, only to find himself on the receiving end of a running elbow strike that catches Somoza right across his mouth. His bottom lip is busted wide open, with blood trickling down his chin now. Prince immediately lifts Somoza off of the mat and tosses him back first into the same turnbuckle as before. Prince steps in and lays a back elbow across the right side of Vernon's head with his left arm. Porta attempts another back elbow, but Somoza dodges it and forces Prince into the corner. He boxes him in and begins laying right hands, one after the other, to the forehead of Porta. The referee steps in and starts to pull Somoza away from Prince -- and Vernon backs off, not wanting to be disqualified.

Kissens - Good call.

The referee starts to back into the middle of the ring when Porta pushes him against the ropes as he steps away from the corner. He yells at the referee to not get involved, and he too gets warned.

Falcoon - He better watch himself.

Dunn - A DQ would get both men out of here without much of a problem.

Kissens - Except it wouldn't count as a defense. It'd still be the SCS Title, y'all.

Somoza rushes back in and takes Porta off guard for a moment, slugging him with a right haymaker. Porta fires back with a left jab as he leans his back against the ropes, following it up with a right forearm across the jawline of Somoza. Vernon pushes on with a headbutt directly across Porta's bloody forehead, pressing him against the ropes further. The referee gets between the two men yet again.

Falcoon - Oh come on, let them go!

Both men turn their attention towards the referee and shove him down to his backside. He sits in shock staring at the two men and looks over to the timekeepers table.

Kissens - He's going to throw it out!

Dunn - Fire Russo!

Falcoon - He's not hired.

Dunn - Fire him anyway!

The referee is able to signal for the bell with Somoza rushes at him and nearly kicks his face off of his head. The camera zooms in on the referee's face as he falls to the mat, with his nose instantly bloodied and his forehead opened the hard-way.

Kissens - SHIT! SHIT!

Dunn - He deserved it!

Somoza picks Andrew Caps off of the mat, and backs himself into the nearest corner. Prince hops to the outside apron and runs up the turnbuckle behind Somoza as he tucks the referee's head between his legs. He swings Caps up into a Powerbomb position as Porta leaps off of the top turnbuckle. Prince executes a frontflip and grabs the referee's head in a neckbreaker while Somoza drives him down with a Powerbomb.

Falcoon - THE INCISION ON CAPS! WE NEED EMT'S!

Dunn - He may not have deserved that.

The crowd is absolutely livid with the referee out of the equation, getting to see the two men duke it out with no rules. The referee is pushed out of the ring by Somoza as EMT's immediately rush down the ramp with a gurney in tow. Somoza and Prince stare out into the crowd before Vernon heads towards the side of the ring nearest to the announcers booth. He calls out to Missy Janson.

Dunn - What is he doing?

Somoza motions for her to come to him, and she does -- bringing her microphone with her. She hands it to him through the ropes and Somoza desperately gasps for air while Prince watches him very cautiously.

Kissens - He's going to stop the match now?

Falcoon - There's no referee, Jackie. There two can do whatever they want.

Vernon Somoza - I know all of you came tonight to watch us tear eachother apart.....And to be honest, I don't wanna disappoint you, and Porta doesn't wanna disappoint you......We want to give you all you guys your money's worth to the last cent......So how about we put the kids the bed, and tear this house down.

Kissens - GREGGY! Bedtime for Tanner and Jesus.

The fans cheer Somoza as he throws the microphone out of the ring. He turns around and meets Porta in the middle of the ring. Somoza extends his right hand, looking to shake hands with Porta -- as Prince slowly lifts his right hand as well. Just then, Vernon brings his left palm across the face of Porta -- slapping him straight across his right cheek.

Dunn - Uh oh.

Porta immediately retaliates, striking Somoza right a closed right fist directly to his mouth -- followed by a left forearm that he smashes across the side of Vernon's head. Somoza bends over a bit, holding his head and Porta steps forward -- bringing his kneecap flush across the bridge of Somoza's nose and standing him up tall. Once there Porta lunges forward, with his right arm extended straight out from his body, and brings his bicep across the throat of Somoza with a thunderous clothesline. Both men are sent to the mat from the impact, with Porta rolling out under the bottom ropes while Somoza remains flat on his back gasping for air. Prince stands on the concrete floor and hikes up the ring apron skirt, ducking under to look for weapons.

Falcoon - With no referee, Porta is looking to the hardware to resolve his issues with Somoza.

Porta pulls out a wooden table which he lays on the ring apron and slides under the bottom rope, while the referee is still being attended to by EMT's on the outside. Porta reaches under again, and pulls out a surprising weapon in the form of four flourescent light tubes duct-taped together to form one big thick flourescent light tube. He carefully rolls that under the ropes as well, as Somoza begins to pick himself up to his right hip with his back to Porta. Prince ducks under the ring once more and grabs a steel chair -- which he keeps in his possession as he slides back into the ring.

Kissens - I'm nervous, guys.

Dunn - I am, too.

Porta releases the chair as he stands himself up and turns towards the table on the mat, lifting it up as he waits for Vernon to stand himself back up to his feet. Porta kicks open the legs and places the table on those steel legs, before reaching back down for the steel chair. By this time the referee has been carted out, and Vernon Somoza has gotten back up to his feet. Prince lays in wait for his partner to turn around -- and when he does so, Porta unleashes a devastating chairshot directly to the forehead of Somoza. Blood pours from his head as he falls down to his right knee, but immediately pushes himself right back up -- screaming at the top of his lungs. Prince pulls the chair back again, and lays it across the top of Somoza's head once again -- this time with even more force than the first. It drops Somoza to his right knee yet again, with more blood rolling down his chin and dripping down across his chest and the mat. Once more he pushes himself up and just stares at Porta through his crimson mask.

Falcoon - Why isn't he going down, damnit!

Dunn - I don't know, but I think that's probably his first and second concussion of this match.

Prince looks at the heavily dented chair, and the bloody face of Vernon -- and for a third time pulls the steel chair behind his head. He swings the chair, but this time Somoza is able to stumble out of the way. Prince's momentum carries him into a spin, and when he turns back around Somoza is right there to scoop him up onto his shoulder. Vernon runs at the far corner and crushes Porta's back against the top and middle turnbuckles -- then bounces off and charges across the ring, headed for the table Prince set up. Somoza dives and executes the running Front Powerslam on Porta directly through the table.

Falcoon - EL PINOLERO THROUGH THE TABLE!

Both Vernon Somoza and Porta Prince lay amidst the broken pieces of table, with still no referee to call the action. The fans are all standing to get a better view of the action in the ring, cheering on both superstars.

Dunn - We need some god damn order!

Kissens - Nobody wants to get in there with those two beasts.

Vernon rolls away from Porta, well aware that a pinfall at this point does him no good. Prince remains laying on his back, while Somoza continues rolling until he is on the outside of the ring. He now pulls up the ring apron skirt himself, and ducks under to pull out a singapore cane which he tosses over the top rope. He bends himself down in obvious amounts of pain and reveals a steel trash can which he also tosses into the ring over the top rope. He drags his body into the ring under the bottom rope, and takes a bit of time to pick himself up -- with Porta just now pulling himself from the broken table. Somoza looks at his choice of weapons and grabs the singapore cane as he stands himself up from the mat. He approaches Porta who is down on his right knee, and cracks him straight across the forehead with the cane. It immediately splits in two as the shot of bamboo on flesh echoes throughout the arena. The fans gasp as Somoza completely shatters the singapore cane into dozens of shards that litter the mat as blood again rolls down the face of Porta -- with his wound from earlier being reopened.

Falcoon - You wouldn't think these two were Tag Champions just weeks ago.

Dunn - It's funny how CJ has a knack of fucking up relationships.

Kissens - Here here!

Somoza discards the broken stick and lets Porta fall back down to the mat. Vernon turns around and points down at the trashcan, and the fans cheer in approval. He picks it up and turns back to Porta, who has gotten back to his knees in a daze. Somoza puts the steel can over his head, shoulders and arms and backs himself up across the ring. Vernon turns his back to Porta for a moment as the fans cheer -- and he then darts back towards Prince. Somehow, Porta is able to slide the garbage can off from over his head and grasp it with both hands. With about a second or two to spare, Prince flings the steel trashcan at Vernon and catches him right across his face. His progress is stopped as he drops to his knees, with the trash can completely dented. Porta glances across the ring and picks up the four light tubes that have been taped together, and approaches Somoza from behind.

Falcoon - Oh fuck.

Kissens - I can't watch! GREGGY. If those kids aren't in bed... I'll kill you.

Somoza stands back up to his feet and he turns around, seeing Porta begin to swing the light tubes at him. Vernon avoids the shot, and grabs a hold of the tubes -- engaging in a battle over the weapon at the base of it. The two men struggle with one another, circling the ring while trying to gain possession of the light tubes. After a few seconds they begin swinging the tubes back and forth, trying to do anything to strike the other man with it. Suddenly both men fall into a stumble and they swing the light tubes down across the top rope. One of the tubes absorbs the major impact and shatters, with the remaining three bouncing back off the ropes. The flourescent light tubes are swung back up and are shattered across the faces of both Vernon Somoza and Porta Prince -- who hit the mat like a ton of bricks at the same moment.

Dunn - Those assholes took each other out. No one can capitalize.

Falcoon - That ring is a bloody mess.

Kissens - Good thing it's our last match, right y'all?

The fans are going insane as the two men, now heavily bloodied, lay on their backs side-to-side.

Dunn - It's our main event, and there's no referee crazy enough to show his face.

Falcoon - Are we going to even have a winner?

Kissens - This is just a fight right now, y'all. Enjoy it for the effort put out by both men.

Both men start pulling themselves up, wiping the blood and the shards of glass from the areas around their eyes -- trying to take note of their surroundings. The men slowly get up to their feet and face one another in the ring as a chant of "Lets go Porta! Lets go Somoza!" breaks out. Prince strikes first with a stunning right jab, but Somoza follows right up with a left elbow from seemingly out of nowhere that catches Porta Prince right upon his temple. Vernon steps forward and attempts a right hook, but Porta is able to duck it and use Vernon's momentum to hoist his body over his shoulder in a front powerslam position. The fans explode as Porta positions Somoza so his head is hung down towards the mat.

Dunn - Third World Takedown! This will end it!

Somehow Somoza slides down the back of Porta Prince, and immediately spins him around -- wrapping Porta tightly around his abdomen. Vernon lifts Prince straight up into the air and drops him onto his back with a Belly to Belly Suplex right in the center of the ring.

Kissens - No! Gallo Pinto!

Dunn - Pin him!

Vernon pushes himself up to his feet and turns his back to Porta, choosing to acknowledge the fans and signal for the end of the match. Just then, Ray Lopes is seen running down the ramp and sliding into the ring, unbeknownst to Somoza as of this moment.

Falcoon - Lopes is here to mess with Porta -- again!

Ray scoops Porta off of the mat and lifts him up over his shoulders into a standing firemans carry -- before tossing Porta over his head and down across Ray's bent right knee with a gutbuster.

Kissens - Why!

Dunn - Lopes just hit The Boxcutter on Porta!

Somoza witnesses the offense and charges at Ray, who is able to slide out of the ring and begin to head up the ramp. Ray taunts Somoza as he backpeddles the entire way up the ramp. Vernon looks at his partner and then drops to his knees.

Dunn - Pin him! You've got the belt!

Kissens - NO REFEREE!

Just as Kissens speaks, President Chase Johnson runs out from the back with a black and white striped referee's shirt on. Somoza remains kneeling infront of Porta.

Dunn - NOW PIN HIM!

CJ slides into the ring to witness Somoza lay upon his back and drape Porta's arm over his chest.

Kissens - What the...

Falcoon - He's not going to give Lopes the satisfaction!

CJ looks a bit apprehensive, but counts the pin. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match and STILL OWF Sin City Spotlight Champion... Porta Prince!

Dunn - Somoza didn't take the shady win!

Falcoon - I'm shocked.

Kissens - What respect he has.

Dunn - And it was such a great match.

Falcoon - Even the fans can't deny it.

After the match, Somoza stands up and helps Porta to his feet as he begins to raise his hand and show his respect for his partner. CJ walks to the nearest set of ropes and receives the SCS Championship and walks over to Porta -- handing him the belt. Porta grabs onto the top rope and is taking deep breathes as he is taking in what just happened at the finish. Somoza is clapping with the fans and waving his hands for the fans to show Porta more love for what they have done. He calls for a microphone from Missy, and she returns to her seat to grab it. She hands it to Vernon Somoza through the ropes and he turns back towards the middle of the ring. The fans quiet down as he begins to speak.

Vernon Somoza - Lets give it up everyone. If that wasn’t a five Star match and the best we have to offer than I don’t know what is. Porta is truly worthy to keep that title. I was not going to win this match because of someone else's interference, and Porta was the better man.

Somoza walks over and raises Porta’s hand again to much of the Fan’s approval. “Thank you El Plaga” chants, followed by five claps at a rapid interval, start among the crowd and El Plaga both begin to smile.

Vernon Somoza - Look every week we come out here and we belittle you fans and belittle CJ and everything OWF stands for. After tonight and all that we did, I have to tell you all you earned my respect. Thank you all for allowing Porta and I to tear the house down.

Fans begin to chant, "Thank you CJ!"

Vernon Somoza - CJ I was wrong about you. I was wrong about this company. I will admit when Porta and I first came to OWF we looked for the first thing smoking to get to the top and we did just that. We came in and less than 6 months we have made a impact on this company and to be honest we both owe it to you. You allowed us to run amock, cut outlandish promo’s, and inject back life into this company.

Prez CJ - I made a promise to this crowd, and I made a promise to you both. No longer would I let my personal feelings get in the way of business. I deserve none of the praise, so once more -- give it up for Vernon Somoza and Porta Prince!

The crowd roars for both men.

Vernon Somoza - Now I am sure there are many of you out there who are wondering why I did what I did at the end of that match. To be honest I am a cheater, a heel and an opportunist yes, but a punk I am not. There is no way I would snake in the grass my best friend. That beef between him and Lopes has to get settled and there is no way I will take away from that by getting a cheap win.

Somoza turns to CJ

Vernon Somoza - CJ lets make this official. Lets let the past be the past and lets do this the right way. Somoza and Porta Prince are here to stay in the OWF and only in the OWF. No disrespect to NLW or any of that stuff but we are done with that. We are...

Porta grabs the microphone

Porta Prince - Wait a second Somoza, before you continue I have something to say. Today we did something for the first time in a long time. Like the last time we got into a fight I threatened to roof your cell phone back at your parents. I really didn’t know what to expect today and I have got to say, WOW! I mean I am shocked at what happened here like thank you. For real for real you my man for life, thank you fans for all of your support and for putting up with all our insane antics these first couple of months and for always pelting us with garbage and booing us. You may not think so but thanks for showing you guys care.

Porta waves to the crowd and claps for them. "Thank you Porta!" Chants start up.

Porta Prince - President He’s G….. Hahaha I’m just kidding President CJ thanks for all you have done and all the opportunity you gave us. Like you took 2 kids with dreams and look at where we are at now. Wait, wait....before we go.....I know you guys are all wondering what the name of this Network title is going to be. Well by the powers vested in me, and the approval of President CJ....the Sin City Spotlight Championship will now be known as.......The Caribbean Championship. The stipulation will be kept under wraps until the Caribbean Title's first defense.

Porta walks over and shakes hands with CJ. They hand the mic to CJ.

Prez CJ - To close this out, I want to tell all the fans to keep their eyes peeled for Porta's announcement on the rules of the Caribbean Championship. He will not be forced to defend next week, since SCS Rules have been dropped. Also, I want my intentions to be clear here -- as I plan to make up for all of the misgivings I have handed out to certain superstars in the past few months. It's time to repair the broken fences and reward the deserving. Thank you all for joining us, and we'll see you next week!

Somoza and Porta hold up the hands of President CJ much to the applause of the fans and they walk out and jump into the crowd and begin to celebrate with the fans.

Falcoon - CJ actually made nice with some superstars!

Dunn - First CJ pulled the fast one with X-Terminator to get him away from NLW, now El Plaga has been re-signed!

Kissens - That only leaves one more burnt bridge to rebuild -- and thats with Vacant, y'all.

Falcoon - Anything is possible if CJ can earn the respect of Somoza and Prince.

Kissens - And especially when the crowd releases all their hatred for two men and acknowledge their in-ring ability.

Dunn - The OWF fans have been dying for Somoza and Prince to come back full time.

Falcoon - Well they got their wish!

Dunn - Sure did.

Falcoon - Well that's all we have for tonight, folks. Thank you for joining us and we'll catch you next week!

The shot of CJ, Somoza and Prince in the ring fades out to the OWF logo -- before cutting to black.