The camera opens up backstage where we see Apollo standing in the locker room of Jesse Williams. He nervously paces back and forth with his eyes locked on the floor. Suddenly the door bursts open and in walks Jesse with his bag slung over his right shoulder. He has the OWF World Title strapped around his waist, with only the main plate exposed under his black vest jacket.

Apollo - Good, you're he-

Jesse Williams - Hey, Apollo. Before you say anything, I brought you something.

Williams puts his bag down on the floor before ducking right back outside.

Jesse Williams - Alright come in girls.

From outside of the locker room, two gorgeous blondes walk through the doorway and come into view. Jesse puts his arms around them.

Jesse Williams - Ehhhh? What do you think?

Apollo - Thanks Jesse, but I'm alright.

Jesse steps away from the two girls, putting his arm around Apollo and walking him out of earshot of the two rats.

Jesse Williams - Are you into brunettes, because I can get two more.

Apollo - No, Jesse. It's not that...

Jesse Williams - Redhair? I figured you would be, but why didn't you tell me for the Award Show? Gimme a sec-

Apollo - I'm gay, Jesse.

Williams pauses, looking Apollo right in his eyes.

Jesse Williams - So...

Jesse's words trail off for a moment.

Jesse Williams - If I take these two with me tonight, you won't be pissed- since you're not into women, and stuff?

Apollo - Not at all. Be my guest, Champ.

Williams smiles.

Jesse Williams - Wow, you're even more awesome than I originally thought.

Williams turns around and escorts the two ladies out of the locker room, with Apollo taking a seat trying to contain his laughter.

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 up inside of the rocking RBC Center, which is Sold Out, as "I Get It" starts blaring through the PA System. Suddenly, it is cut off and a moment of silence hits the speakers. Just then, The Dead Kennedys' rendition of "Viva Las Vegas" hits as a chorus of cheers edges out a number of boos throughout the arena.

Dunn - Specter is back!

Falcoon - I hate not getting a proper opening, but it's great to see him here.

Kissens - I was sure he was gone.

Dunn - Same here.

Falcoon - And I personally can't wait to hear his take on everything that has gone down in the past few weeks.

The curtain parts, revealing the Venetian Vandal, who appears less jovial than usual. While maintaining a certain swagger as he steps out, microphone in hand, his usual cockiness is absent.

Specter - Hola, fuckwads.

He says into the microphone, illiciting a surprisingly positive reaction.

Specter - You guys are probably wondering why you haven't seen me for a few weeks. While I'm usually not one to keep my mouth shut, the fallout of my match at Clash of Champions left me with some serious shit to mull over. Number one being how in the name of fuck did I get outsmarted by Jesse Williams.

A cacophony of boos sounds out at the mention of the OWF's World Champion.

Specter - Yeah, he's a cocksucker. And we all know he and another cocksucker robbed me of the OWF World Championship. Am I mad? You bet, but I'm not the kind of guy to cry foul when somebody puts one over on me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't impressed by Jesse's sleight of hand at Clash. I'd also be lying if I said I'm going to let it fucking slide.

Cheers erupt, prompting a twitch in Specter's left eye.

Specter - I'm talking, goddamnit. Now, I can't help but notice after Jesse's turn for the villainous, a lot of you shitheads are looking at me in a different way.

Again, cheers manage to edge out the boos.

Specter - Fuck all of you. Give it a rest. Jesse being a bad guy does not make me one of your de facto heroes.

The sound of approval continues to bathe the former number one contendor.

Specter - I don't know how you fucking faces deal with this shit. Like I was saying, Jesse Williams and my ex-manager one-upped me at clash. The Sultan of Schemers didn't expect a backstabbing from his best buddy. Maybe I should've seen it coming, but I guess I put more stock in friendship than I do business.

An "aww" floats up from the crowd, as Specter grimaces.

Specter - Stop that. So, Jesse Williams is still your world champion, and in his corner is the guy who takes the credit for making me the man I am. Apollo's an asset to the franchise, no doubt about it. If he's in Jesse's corner, that'll make him all the more unstoppable. Someone wants to beat Jesse Williams now, they better start adjusting their tactics. The same ol' tricks weren't working before. Now they're fucking archaic. While we've all been breathing through out gills in the primordial muck, Jesse's lunged-up, hit dry land, and taken a huge piss on every one of us. The rest of the locker room might be content to accept that, but I'd rather do the evolution.

This time, the cheers don't come as strongly. Specter looks slighty disappointed.

Specter - It's a Pearl Jam reference. That leads us to the OWF's next clusterfuck, which happens to be an MVW knockoff for all you internet smarks out there. King of the Mountain. Multiple rings, a belt hanging in the air, and sixteen poor bastards trying to be the first to snag it. In other words, everything great about pro wrestling in one big, disastrous fucking package. Zack Perry's a scumbag, but the man knows how to make a fight between oily guys into something special. And the prize? Arguably the best in existance. Whoever becomes the king gets to make any match under the sun. You can challenge the champion or you can make him wrestle a bear. You can unify titles, fight for a staff positions, brawl to keep somebody out of your hometown, or even book another King of the Mountain and force the rest of those fucktards to do it all over again. And what would I do with this esteemed reward, you ask? Well, that's a fucking surprise.

Specter pauses, expecting a reaction at the mention of a surprise, before realizing wrestling audiences respond only to concrete statements.

Specter - This crowd playing bullshit doesn't make any sense. At King of the Mountain, all I have to do is beat fifteen other guys, including surprise entrants, OWF legends, hungry youngbloods, and Piter fucking Svoboda. Piece of cake, but a piece of cake wrapped in barbed wire and covered in strychnine icing. After years on the road, I've eaten worse. Am I showing up at King of the Mountain to win? Yep. Do I like my chances?

Taking a step back, Specter's sinister grin returns.

Specter - Not by a fucking long shot.

"Viva Las Vegas" hits again, as the crowd goes mostly wild and partially apathetic at the Half-Italian Stalion's statements. Tossing the microphone to the floor, he disappears to the back.

Dunn - Specter has some strong words for everyone in his path.

Falcoon - And he has the fans support, now.

Kissens - That's a deadly combo.

Falcoon - Seeing Specter out here really kicked off the show on the right foot.

Dunn - Hopefully he is able to walk half the amount of distance that his mouth has talked so far.

Kissens - Well he's got the King of the Mountain Match on the horizon -- which is another shot at redemption for Specter.

Falcoon - Which is six days away, and fortunately we have a packed card tonight to focus on in the meantime.

Dunn - Gordie is right. Two title defenses, and a contenders match -- we're all set for a great night of action.

Kissens - Hopefully the newer talent can step up and put up a challenge against Steel, JC and Lopes tonight.

Falcoon - The vets have cemented their stances here, and there won't be any easy way around them.

From next to the announcers table we see Missy Janson pick herself up from her seat at the time keepers table. She pulls a microphone off of it and heads off towards the steel ring steps placed nearest to her, with the camera following her movement.

Dunn - Morella may be the most over matched here out of all of the new guys.

Falcoon - Ray wants to get at Porta, and he'll go through anybody do it.

Missy ascends the steel ring steps and walks onto the ring apron. She parts the middle and top ropes and enters the ring.

Kissens - We're about to see just how bad he wants it.

Missy lifts the microphone up to her mouth and starts to speak into it.

Missy Janson - Hello Raleigh, and Welcome to MONDAY NIGHT ADDICTION!

The fans explode into a round of applause for the start of the show.

Missy Janson - It is time for the first match of the night, and it is scheduled for a one fall with a thirty minute time limit. The winner of this match will be guaranteed the first shot at the OWF Caribbean Championship.

Missy pauses for a moment before continuing on with the introductions.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, From Brooklyn, New York... Tommy "The Ox" Morella!

Theme to the Godfather begins to play. Tommy comes walking slowly from the back. Cursing and fighting with the crowd all the way down. Once in the ring walks up to the nearest ropes and then flips the crowd off and backs away to the corner waiting for match to start.

Falcoon - Tommy has a chance to seek revenge on Porta for ending Rockstar's time in the OWF if he can defeat Lopes here tonight.

Dunn - It's a tall task, but maybe luck is on his side tonight.

The music fades out with Missy lifting the microphone back up to her lips.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, making his return to the OWF... From Los Angeles, California... Ray Lopes!

Nigga your past don’t excite me
You bleed just like me

"Step Back" by Brisco & Joe Budden blasts over the PA system as the fans all rise to their feet and begin cheering for Ray Lopes as he makes his way down to the ring. He gives a pound to a fan or two along the way and then slides inside the ring.

Kissens - Meanwhile, Lopes has been focused only on Porta since he made his return.

Falcoon - He's going to be tough to stop here tonight.

Missy ducks between the ropes and exits the ring, with the referee calling for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Lopes charges out of his corner and takes the unsuspecting Morella down with a running elbow strike to his right cheek. Ray immediately starts stomping away at Tommy, keeping him laying flat upon his back. After the third stomp of his boot, Lopes scoops Morella up by his arm and waistline of his tights, and pushes him back-first against the ropes behind him. The referee calls for a clean break, which Lopes gives as he backpeddles holding his hands in the air. Once across the ring from one another, the two competitors slowly begin encircling the ring with their eyes met in a deep stare. They approach one another very slowly this time, meeting in the center of the ring in a collar and elbow tie-up.

Kissens - Look!

Dunn - Porta is here!

From the back, we see Porta Prince make his way out onto the stage. He has a shirt on that reads "Vote for Lopes" and holds up a sign that reads "Lopes For #1 Contender!"

Falcoon - He's really pushing it.

While Porta has made his presence know the the fans, the two men are still unaware of his presence. Morella gains the advantage, pushing Ray backwards before isolating his right arm. Tommy swings behind Ray's back and wrenches back with a hammerlock, but Ray is able to somersault out of it. After rolling across the ring he picks himself up into a crouched position and shoots a glance back to Morella -- who stands waiting for his next move. Lopes bursts up to his feet and charges straight at Morella who sidesteps Ray, sending him towards the ropes behind him. Porta drops his first sign, revealing a second sign that Lopes sees as he charges the ropes -- reading "For a good time, Call Lopes' Mom!".

Dunn - That's low.

Ray turns and bounces off back-first and heads back towards Tommy Morella, who has turned to face him. Ray Lopes ducks a clothesline attempt from Tommy and ducks around behind him. He locks in a Dragon Sleeper around his throat before driving the back of Morella's head to the canvas with a Reverse DDT. Lopes immediately floats over the chest of Morella and mounts him -- before he starts to deliver right and left fists to his face. Tommy is able to roll Ray only to his back and free himself as Morella pushes himself up to his left knee. Ray, on the other hand, rolls right up to his feet and leaps into the air -- driving both of his extended feet into the right side of Tommy's face.

Falcoon - Even with Porta out here, Ray seems to be handling Morella without much problem.

Kissens - That could all change in a second if Porta chooses.

Morella falls flat to his back and Ray flops down on top of him, with the referee dropping down to his knees to make the count... 1... 2... Morella thrusts his right shoulder up, breaking the pinfall attempt. Ray wastes little time as he wraps both of his hands around the back of Tommy's head and starts lifting him off of the mat while Ray stands himself up. Once back on his feet, Ray tugs Morella along up with him and holds him in a front face lock. Lopes swings Morella's left arm over his head and attempts to lift him into the air with a suplex -- but is unable to budge him as Morella hooks his right heel around the right knee of Lopes. Ray attempts a second time, but is again unable to lift Tommy -- who responds with a short jab to the ribs.

Falcoon - I don't know if he is going to be able to lift hi--

Suddenly Lopes lifts Morella up and hoists him up over his shoulders in a standing firemans carry. Ray quickly lifts Morella off of his shoulders and brings him stomach first across his extended knee with a gutbuster.

Kissens - Boxcutter from the suplex attempt!

Porta claps on the outside while Ray rolls Morella onto his back and lays across with his chest. The referee drops in to make the count. 1... 2... 3!

Dunn - Lopes is victorious again.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and the number one contender to the OWF Caribbean Championship... Ray Lopes!

On the outside, Porta walks over to Missy and politely asks for the microphone. Ray remains in the ring, a little sore while Porta receives the microphone. He then reaches down and grabs a gray bag that is placed under the time keepers table.

Porta Prince - My, my, my Miss Missy Janson!!

Porta stops as the male members of the crowd begin to let out cat calls towards the blushing Missy Janson.

Dunn - I saw her first!

Kissens - You want Missy?

Dunn - Maybe I do. If so, I call dibs.

Porta Prince - Fellas......Is this not the hottest thing you've seen all night!!! Am I right??

The crowd goes crazy as "We Love Missy" chants start in the arena. Porta raises his free hand to quiet down the wild fans.

Porta Prince - Now, I'm not a rude gentleman or anything, but I need you to just step aside.......just for a second......Because after this..

Porta yawns.

Porta Prince - Terrible, terrible, oh so terrible match between Tommy "The Ox" and Ray Hopeless, I wanted you to give you fans something to talk about for the next 15 minutes. You know.....same amount of time these guys took to get in and out of the ring!!

The crowd cheers on Porta's idea of an alternative.

Porta Prince - Since you guys sound like your convinced, and I want to give you a front row seat, Ray Lopes, allow me to proudly debut......PORTA TV!!!!!

"Porta, Porta!" Chants begin to ring out in the crowd as Porta Prince takes a second to let the crowd speak it's peace.

Porta Prince - Alright, alright.....If you Porta-holics have been keeping score at home.....

Kissens - Porta-holics?

Dunn - It's a group for fans of Porta Prince, and those with chronic diarrhea.

Porta Prince - For as long as I've been Sin City Spotlight-slash-Caribbean Champion, I have this thorn in my side. A thorn in my side by the name of Ray Lopes. Yeah, I'm talking about you!

A mixed reaction comes from the crowd as Ray gets back up to his feet and yells at Porta, growing very angry,

Porta Prince - Now Ray Lopes disappears for a few months, comes back and attacks me after a sucessful title defense at Clash of Champions. The next week he runs a videotape of him TP'n my momma's house!! Now see that wasn't cool....I was gonna handle this chump outside the ring, 'cuz it felt like a personal problem. But now, good 'ol President CJ puts him in my sights, pitting him against Tommy The Salami in a #1 Contendership Match for the most coveted title in OWF to date.

Porta stops to pull the Championship from the gray bag he pulled from ringside.

Porta Prince - THE CARIBBEAN CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

The crowd erupts as Porta keeps the title raised upright.

Falcoon - Now that's a nice belt design!

Porta Prince - Now I know your all wondering what crazy, cooky, coo-coo stipulation I'm going to come up with for this belt. You'll have to wait for that one later, as I have something very important to show you guys.....Production truck!!! ROLL IT!!!

The lights in the arena dim down to darkness with only the OWFTron lit up. TV snow comes on the OWFTron, followed by a blue screen that reads "Porta TV Ep. 1". A voice goes over the PA System....

PA System - The following is paid for by El Plaga.....

The crowd goes crazy as they see Porta Prince's face pop up onto the screen. It's a close-up view, but in a way which shows you that it is a hidden camera, something like a camera on the button of his button-up shirt.

Porta Prince - Alright ya'll, for all my youtubers, you already know....it's Porta TV. I'm a man on a mission right now, lookin' to expose Ray Lopes, by any means.....That punk tp'd my mom's crib, it's a war now!!!

The crowd goes crazy, and "Porta, Porta" chants begin to start again.

Porta Prince - Aight, we here in......Chowchilla, California. Ray Lopes, you thought you was firing the hardest shot by tp'n my mom's house?? It's time to take it to the next level. I think you know where I'm at right now, but the fans in the stands, and the people at home have no clue as to why Porta Prince is in Chowchilla!! Well, why don't we show them??

Porta drops his shirt allowing the button to face a sign that reads, "Valley State Prison for Women".

Porta Prince - That's right Lopes!! Porta TV is getting the exclusive interview with Gina Fuentes, Ray Lopes' mother!!!

Falcoon - I think he's going a little too far.

Dunn - But the fans love it.

Porta Prince - I just have to finagle my way in there. Don't worry folks....Porta Prince has the gift of gab!!

The crowd in the RBC Center goes nuts as Porta walks closer and closer to the front entrance of the prison. A guard stops him and starts questioning him.

Porta Prince - Yeah, I'm Gina Fuentes' attorney, Porter Riley Graham Johnson, Esquire. I have a visit today with my client, Gina Fuentes.

Falcoon - Porter Riley Graham Johnson, Esquire??

Dunn - Um, gay.

The guard checks his paperwork and allows Porta Prince into the prison.

Dunn - He's buying it!!! I can't believe they're buying it!!

Porta walks to the front desk where a lady asks him who he's here for. He gives them the name Gina Fuentes and the lady signals for a guard to get her. Porta sits patiently for a few minutes before the lady signals to him that Gina is waiting for him in the visiting room. Porta gets up and adjusts his shirt and tie, and hidden camera.

Porta Prince - Porta TV ya'll, it's about to go down....exclusive interview with the lady who birth the loser, Ray Lopes.

Porta walks towards Gina, who has a confused look on her face. Before Gina can say anything, Porta intervenes.

Porta Prince - Ahh, uhh, yes my name is Porter Riley Graham Johnson, Esquire and I'm filling in for your attorney, he couldn't make it tod-

Gina - I know who you are!!

Porta Prince - Ya do??

Gina - Yeah.....you're Porta Prince!!! I'm your #1 fan!!! Hey Rosa!!!! Look who came to see me!!

An older woman leans into the hidden camera shot to wave at Porta Prince.

Porta Prince - Hey weird lady.....#1 fan?? Go figure......okay...now that the cat's outta the bag, I just wanted to ask you a few questions. Learn a couple things about Ray Lopes.

Gina - What do you want to know about that worthless bum for??

The crowd erupts in "oooh's" from her shocking statement.

Porta Prince - Well first.....how was Ray Lopes as a child??

Gina - I didn't really know, but I know that he was a big bedwetter.

Porta spits out his water and snickers a bit.

Porta Prince - Bedwetter?!?!

Gina - Yeah, when he was about 10, he was still wetting the bed. I mean huge spots!! Whenever he woke up, he smelled like he was swimming in his own urine!! He had one of those conditions. You know, when he was younger, the doctor told me he'd be a bedwetter until he was 15. I didn't see him after 12 years old, so for the last three years, he might have been wetting the bed in the foster homes.

Porta Prince - Wow.....well, I guess that's all I'm going to need from you today.....Actually......now that I think of it....I've got some Porta Prince merchandise for you, since your such a big fan.

Porta hands Gina Fuentes tons of El Plaga "FUn Can Kill YOU" t-shirts and hats. Gina puts the shirt and hat on immediately with an ear-to-ear smile on her face.

Gina - You know, I'm glad you came to visit, Porta....

Porta Prince - Really?? Why??

Gina - Because that bastard Ray hasn't visited me in years!! Last time I seen him, I think he was still in High School!! I had to watch the OWF to find out he was doing good for himself!!! Good thing, because if he was doing something else, I would've never seen or even met my favorite wrestler!!!

Porta Prince - Hey you know what??

Porta inches closer to Gina.

Porta Prince - I got a some Butter Crunch Cookies in the trunk of my car.....Wassup with a conjugal visit?!?

Gina - How many Butter Crunch Cookies you got??

The feed cuts off as the lights turn back on in the arena. Porta is chuckling in the middle of the ring, on the mat rolling back and forth, laughing as hard as he can into the microphone.

Porta Prince - So what did we learn today ladies and gentlemen?!? Ray, you're a deadbeat son, who wet the bed until the age of 15!! The conjugal visit?? Oh don't you kiddies even worry abou that part. That'll be a Porta TV YouTube Exclusive!! I don't even think this fool is up to my caliber!! Lopes, you should have been praying to lose! But since you won, when we get in this squared circle, the tp'n and visitin' momma's in jail shenanigans will stop. It'll just be you and me, 1 on 1 for the strap. Bring ya A game chump, because my A+ game is on display every night!!! As for that stipulation for the Caribbean Championship.....The stipulat--

Ray is enraged, wanting to exit the ring and get to Porta -- but being calmed by the referee. Porta pauses as, "Porta, Porta!" chants rise up again. Porta calms them down so he can finish.

Porta Prince - The stipulation for the Caribbean Championship is simple. We're going away from the wheel of fortune, and we're bringing in pain and punishment to the loser. The stipulation is, the losing opponent in the Caribbean Championship match is subject to receive a Haitian Caning from the winner! 6-inch thick bamboo sticks smacking the loser right across the back will stop them from thinking about a return match. I guarantee that!!! But before I go, remember kids....

Porta and the crowd - FUn Can Kill YOU!

Porta's theme hits as he raises his belt one more time to the approval of the fans. He throws his belt over his shoulder, hands the microphone back to Missy Janson and makes his way back up the ramp, slapping fives with the fans who have their hand out.

Kissens - This just got very personal.

Dunn - I can tell you just by looking at him, Lopes is not going to be a happy camper.

Ray leaps out of the ring and heads up the ramp, looking to catch up with Porta.

Falcoon - Well he's number one contender, so he can do something about it.

Dunn - Porta is hoping he does.

Kissens - And a haitian caning is not a desirable outcome for either man.

Falcoon - That's for sure.

Dunn - What's the difference between a haitian cane and a singapore cane?

Kissens - I don't know -- What?

Dunn - Um, I was asking you guys...

Falcoon - I really couldn't tell you. Maybe we'll have some answers after this quick break!

Dunn - I doubt it.

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

FEATURING

KING OF THE MOUNTAIN MATCH

PLUS

OWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP

Jesse Williams Vs ???

PA System - PLAGUE STANDS ALONE!

“Fuckin Hostile” hits the PA as Plague saunters out onto the entrance ramp; sporting a leather jacket a black pair of Oakley sunglasses. He has at least three days growth on his face and his hair has now reached the length of his shoulders.

Dunn - Right off the commercial and we get Plague.

Falcoon - And he stands alone, apparently.

Kissens - I wonder why he's out here.

Dunn - He's got a huge match in just six days, Jackie. Why do you think he's here?

He raises his hands up in acceptance of the rather…lackluster reception by the fans, and walks down towards the ring, a grin spreading across his face as he does. He slides into the ring and calls for a microphone. He catches it in one hand and raises it to his lips.

Plague - Do me a favor and cut the lyrics. I have something to say.

His music slowly fades into nothing.

Plague - I’ve been watching OWF for a little while now, taking in all the events that’s been happening as of late. Some of them cool…most of them totally a cause for outrage.

The fans applaude Plague’s words, so far liking what they hear.

Plague - And outraged I am. But I’m not outraged by Specter’s loss to Jesse. I’m not outraged that Porta Prince has changed the name of the Network title to The Carribean Championship. Although…that IS pretty fucking stupid if you ask me. I’m not even outraged by the fact that Jackie Kissens and Greg Jackson got into the OWF Hall of Fame. Although once again…what the fuck?

The fans cheers slowly start to fade away.

Plague - I’ll what you really pisses me off though. Your treatment of Jesse Williams.

You can hear crickets chirp in the background.

Plague - What? Because he’s bad now you decide to treat him like a leper or something? It’s called a heel turn ladies and gentlemen. Look it up.

The fans begin to boo…sort of loudly. Some still trying to remember who this guy is; and why they care about what he has to say.

Plague - So…all of that being said. I’m going to do what all of you should be doing. I’m looking at you red head front row…

Plague makes a “call me” sign with his thumb and pinky finger before continuing. She wrinkles her nose in disgust, but Plague pretends not to notice.

Plague - I’m going to show that even though Jesse has lost every single one of his fans, pretty well all of his friends and family, and well everything worth living for…that there is still someone out there that appreciates all that he has done for this sport.

The fans boo even louder…despite the fact that not very many know who this hobo looking mother fucker is…they still hate Jesse Williams.

Plague - I have put together a “Jesse Williams Appreciation” video! But of course…that isn’t complete without the man! The Legend! That man who lost everything, just to be your champion! JESSE WILLIAMS!

“Motel of the White Locust” by Glassjaw hits the PA as Jesse Williams walks out onto the ramp, accompanied by his new manager Apollo. The fans displeasure of seeing the two of them together almost causes the arena to fall in. Apollo pulls a microphone from the pocket of his overcoat, and raises the mic to his mouth.

Apollo - Excuse me, but who-

Jesse takes a hold of the microphone and snatches it from Apollo's grasp.

Jesse Williams - I got this, Apollo...

The fans boo as Williams takes a step forward and locks eyes with Plague.

Jesse Williams - Normally I wouldn't waste my time, but I'm intrigued Plague. Now, what exactly is the point you're trying to get across?

Most of the fans looked confused as to how these two know each other…

Plague - I just wanted to tell you that I think you are going about this the wrong way. I got sick of the goody two shoes Jesse Williams like…a year ago. Its good to see you back in the swing of things. So why don’t you walk on down here so I can show you the video that I worked so fucking hard on!

Jesse looks over at Apollo and shrugs before the two men make their way down to the ring. Plague cordially greets the two into the ring with handshakes all around- with Jesse seeming a bit apprehensive.

Plague - I would pick your brain Jesse as to what made you change your mind…but truth be told…I don’t really care about why you did it. So that being said lets get to the video…can we dim the lights please.

The lights go low all over the arena. The audience starts mumbling to their neighbours…Plague’s amplified voice is heard over the din.

Plague - Shhhhhh…its starting…popcorn? Jesse? Apollo? No? OK…more for me then.

The words “The Best of Jesse Williams" appears in white block letters on the screen above the enterance ramp. Music starts slowly, and softly…

I never meant to be so bad to you
One thing I said that I would never do
One look from you and I would fall from grace
And that would wipe this smile right from my face

The screen shows Jesse bouncing off a concrete wall outside of a bar, and staggering back and forth. His mouth is half open and most of the words that come out of it are incredibly incoherent…except for the last bit.

Video Jesse - …If I could only remember how to get back home…

The crowd erupts in laughter…Jesse might be smiling…but you can’t tell because its dark.

Do you remember when we used to dance
And incidence arose from circumstance
One thing lead to another we were young
And we would scream together songs unsung

Jesse is shown standing misty eyed and slack jawed…again…standing in the corner of a tag team match…avoiding tags as much as possible. All the while a very dashing and handsome Plague is shown beating Spaz and Kaige by himself. The crowd is mixed between laughing and booing as on one hand he’s not doing anything and on the other…its clear that he’s under the influence and looks really stupid.

It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
Heat of the moment shone in your eyes

The next scene shows Plague and the other members of Imperium beating the ever living FUCK out of him in the middle of the ring. By the end his body looks like a steak that has just been tenderized. The crowd’s cheers reverberate throughout the arena at the sight of their one time hero getting the shit beat out of him unfairly.

And now you find yourself in 82
The disco hotspots hold no charm for you
You cant concern yourself with bigger things
You catch the pearl and ride the dragons wings

The scene shows Jesse and Alexis Cage’s bodies slapping together like a wet fish on pavement. The door to closet opens, and Jesse gives a very embarrassed grin. The scene fades and text scrolls across the screen saying…

“I hope it was true love Jesse…”

It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
Heat of the moment shone in your eyes

The next scene shows Jesse with needles stuck into a good percentage of his body and a look of vindictive pleasure on the face of Alexis Cage… text begins to roll across the screen again saying..

“Oh guess not…I sure hope you wore a condom!”

And when your looks are gone and youre alone
How many nights you sit beside the phone
What were the things you wanted for yourself
Teenage ambition you remember well

The next scene shows Jesse sitting at a kitchen table, spooning soup into his mouth…Alexis looking lovingly and somewhat disturbingly at him. The next scene shows Jesse Slamming her into the wall screaming at her.

:Just tell me how it feels."

I struggled to say through my straining throat.

"HOW WHAT FEELS?"

As he let go of my throat, he look around him.

"TO.... EAT YOUR OATS!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs followed by my psychotic laughter.

"FUCK YOU BITCH!"

He still looked confused as he stormed towards the door. He looked over his shoulder to see the tape laying across the room, I could see how reluctant he was to grab it but followed him across the room as he went for it.

"You ate your son Jesse! How was he?! Did he taste like chicken!!!!!!?"

He bellowed over and dry heaved once to my enjoyment! Before grabbing the tape and darting out the door, slamming it on his way out. The text scrolls across the screen saying..

“Oh guess not! How does it feel to be the punch line of your very own dead baby joke Jesse?”

It was the heat of the moment
Telling me what your heart meant
Heat of the moment shone in your eyes

The scene shows Jesse holding the OWF world title, kneeled in the center of the ring. Blood has matted his hair and caked to his face. Ladders lay strewn around him, and in the background Aphrodisia has been wheeled out on a stretcher. Suddenly Breakdown hits by Breaking Benjamin and Draco walks down the aisle…holding the contract in his hand…grin on his face, Plague loudly cursing him in the background nursing a burnt hand at the same time.

The screen now reads…"15 minutes later…". Draco is seen holding the world title out above his head in triumph and Jesse lays bloodied and beaten on the ground.

The music fades and the light comes up, Plague is seen standing between the two men with his hand stuffed into the popcorn box in front of him, stuffing his face while he laughs hard…little bits of popcorn spray over the ring.

Plague - So…did ya like it?

He lunges forward at Plague, but Plague steps back and Apollo throws Jesse back against the ropes.

Apollo - Jesse, don't.

Plague - What? I don’t understand? You don’t like it?

Jesse Williams - Some appreciation video.

Plague - Well yeah…what did you think was going to happen? That ME of all people was going to come out here and kiss your ass and tell you how good you are? Yea…I’m not Chris Green. Unlike him I don’t think that the sun shines out of your every orfice.

Jesse Williams - I am going to beat you to within an inch of your life…just like I did before…and the time before that...

Plague - Harsh words Jess…but they remain only that. How bout we actually see some action out of you?

Plague raises one hand and beckons Jesse forward.

Jesse Williams - My pleasure.

Jesse drops the microphone and tries to push Apollo out of the way, but the combination of Plague backpeddling and Apollo getting in the way allows Apollo to push Jesse back towards the ropes a bit more.

Apollo - Come on he’s not worth it.

Plague - Wow that’s something…does he dress you and feed you too?

Jesse fights a bit more…

Apollo - He isn’t even part of the company…he would sue after you paralyzed him.

Jesse then pushes himself under the ropes. He stops on the apron, taking the microphone from Apollo and raising it to his lips.

Jesse Williams - This isn’t over.

Plague - I was hoping that you were going to say that.

Jesse shakes his head and drops down, closely followed by his manager who pulls the microphone from Jesse's hand. When they’re about halfway to the exit Plague calls out again.

Plague - Oh and Jesse…just in case eating that baby addled your brains…I’m coming for you. I’m coming for you and that title. And Apollo…get with the program…I did sign a contract. But I understand if you want to wait. I’ll be coming sooner or later regardless.

Jesse's face goes blank as he yanks the microphone from Apollo and pushes him away.

Jesse Williams - Oh don't worry about waiting. I'm a very patient man.

Williams backpeddles up the ramp, keeping his eyes on Plague while Apollo remains at his side.

Jesse Williams - And I hope you are too, because guess what? You're at the end of the line, buddy. The bottom of the barrel. The lowest rung on the ladder. In lehman's terms- you're shit, pal, and you won't be a threat to my title for months. That is, unless you win King of the Mountain.

Jesse smiles widely as he stops himself at the top of the ramp.

Jesse Williams - But, I think you must have forgotten all about entering into that- because you've already looked past it, and underestimated the other competitors you will be going against in doing so. So please, keep bugging me all you want. It's not going to get you anywhere except sent to the back of another line- and that one being of unemployment.

Williams and Apollo duck behind the curtain and disappear backstage, leaving Plague in the ring.

Dunn - Fuck, those were some heated words.

Falcoon - I hate to say it, but I agree with Jesse.

Kissens - Plague is very talented, though.

Dunn - He beat Thug 3!

Falcoon - ... Yeaaah.

Plague heads to the ropes and hops out of the ring to a nice applause from the fans.

Dunn - But seriously, Plague shouldn't be focusing on the top guy right out of the gate.

Falcoon - That's why I agree with Jesse. Plague should be focused on the dozen, or so, named competitors in the King of the Mountain Match.

Kissens - Just because he talked about Jesse doesn't mean he's not focused on King of the Mountain, y'all.

The cameras follow Plague as he starts to walk up the ramp, quickly they cut back to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - I guess you're right.

Kissens - I know I am, y'all.

From next to the announcers table, Missy Janson stands up from her seat at the time keepers table -- pulling a microphone into the palm of her right hand as she stands. The cameras pan to the right to follow her as he starts walking towards the ring.

Dunn - There's enough time to debate about Plague's focus next week. Right now we got a PDA Match coming.

Falcoon - Between double JC.

Kissens - Jason Chase and that asshole JC.

Dunn - Yep.

Missy ascends the steel steps in the corner nearest to the time keepers table, and she makes her way up onto the ring apron. She enters the ring by ducking through the ropes, and heads right for the center of the squared circle.

Falcoon - Should be a hell of a contest.

Dunn - I hope so.

Kissens - I hope they kill each other.

Missy turns to face the live camera feed. She looks directly into the camera as she brings the microphone up to her mouth.

Missy Janson - The following match is scheduled for a one fall, with a sixty minute time limit -- and it is a PDA Rules Match for the OWF Tears Tag Team Championship!

The fans give a nice reaction to the announcement as they all turn their attention towards Missy.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from San Francisco, California... Jason Chase!

Sounds of women moaning and groaning are heard as Jason Chase makes his way to the ring to just the sounds of extreme pleasure from a woman. Women's panties and bras begin flying and litter the aisle way. A big fat guy throws his underwear and it narrowly misses Chase as he ducks it. Chase slides in the ring and takes off his shirt, a couple of women begin to cry and faint. Chase flexes his muscles as the moaning fades out.

Dunn - I can't believe this guy is getting another shot.

Falcoon - If he's not ready, he'll find that out rather quickly against JC.

Missy lifts the microphone back up to her mouth as Chase positions himself in his corner.

Missy Janson - And his opponent... He is the Current OWF Tears Tag Team Champion... From Jersey City, New Jersey... JC!

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

PA system - Thou shalt not

Kill your fathers - destroy another life
Question everything we clung to for years
Live forever - design a better death
Confuse a liar with a savior from fear

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

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

He climbs down, glares at the audience and warms up for his match.

Kissens - If JC can retain, he returns the pressure back to Steel.

Falcoon - I know that I'd like to see how these two work in a tag setting, so I'm pulling for both of the champs tonight.

The referee takes the OWF Tears Tag Title from JC and holds it up in the center of the ring. The fans cheer as he lowers the belt back down and hands it to Missy, who grasps it before heading towards the nearest side of the ring. She exits and returns to her seat, with the referee calling for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

JC runs across the ring and lifts his right foot up towards the face of Jason Chase, who is able to duck out of the way by the skin of his teeth. JC stumbles as his foot falls back to the mat, with Jason Chase right on his case -- laying hard shin kicks to his thighs and knees. He presses JC back-first into the corner, and begins firing away at his abdomen with short jabs. JC quickly pulls himself out of the corner and tosses Jason Chase back-first into the corner -- immediately laying in a hard back elbow to the left side of Chase's face. If his arms weren't hung over the top ropes he would have slumped down to the mat, but instead he hangs lifelessly as JC measures him up a second time. He swings his right knee forward and catches Chase across his abdomen, slumping him even further as he begins to slide to the mat. All it takes to get him the entire way down is a firm stomp to the head from JC, who remains standing over Jason Chase. JC calmly reaches down and grabs Jason Chase by his hair and begins to drag him back up to his feet.

Kissens - He's in trouble once JC gets control of him physically.

Taking a hold of his arm, JC tosses Chase across the ring with an irish whip. He turns and crashes back first into the opposite corner, remaining hung up there wincing in pain. JC runs from across the ring, extending his right boot upward towards Jason's face as he reaches him. Either from exhaustion, or by his own will, Chase falls down to the mat and avoids the boot of JC -- which is sent over the top rope, keeping JC hooked at the knee hoping on his left foot. Chase hooks JC around his inner left thigh and rolls him down, pulling his right leg off of the top rope and pressing his shoulders to the mat with a school boy pin. The referee drops in to make the count, but the second that JC's shoulders hit the mat he somersaults backwards. He rolls up to his feet while Chase sits himself up, facing JC, only to see JC jump off into a sprint towards him. Jason Chase has no time to react as JC finally connects with a big boot, driving the seated Jason Chase down to his back with an extreme amount of force.

Falcoon - Oof.

Dunn - There goes Chase's chances.

JC walks away from Chase who is holding his face in pain, and he ducks throught he ropes and hops to the outside. He lifts up the ring apron skirt and ducks under it to pull out a table. He lifts it up and places it on the ring apron, sliding it into the ring.

Kissens - JC is going for the hardware.

Falcoon - Why not? It's legal.

He ducks under once more, grabbing a cookie sheet which he slides under the bottom ropes. He pulls himself up, then looks to his right and kicks the steel ring steps off of one another. He grabs the top two steps and tosses it over the top rope, narrowily missing the referee and Jason Chase as it crashes to the mat. He finally rolls himself into the ring, watching Chase rolling over onto his left side towards the cookie sheet. JC casually walks to the steel ring steps and lifts them up over his head, showing off his strength, and walks over to Chase. He releases the steps and drops them flush across the back of Chase's head and neck, seemingly knocking him unconscious. The steps remain atop Jason who is laid out on his stomach, while JC turns away and heads towards the table he slid into the ring. He sets up the legs and turns the table over onto them, positioning it parallel to the ring ropes nearest to the entrance ramp.

Dunn - Jason Chase is in a lot of trouble now.

Falcoon - I don't even think he's conscious.

JC walks back over to Chase, who is showing signs of movement, and grabs the steel steps off of his back -- placing them right next to the opened table. Once satisfied with its position, JC turns and grabs the cookie sheet off of the mat and awaits Jason Chase to stand back up.

Kissens - Chase should just leave.

Falcoon - There are no disqualifications or countouts, so JC could feasibly follow him anywhere to end this match.

Chase pushes himself up to his knees, as blood drips from the back of his head. JC rushes towards him and lays the cookie sheet over his forehead with a huge impact, leaving a circular dent in the middle of the sheet. Chase remains on his knees absolutely motionless as JC discards the cookie sheet and lifts Jason up to his feet. In one quick motion JC lifts the deadweight of Jason Chase up onto his shoulders into a standing firemans carry. He walks him across the ring, heading for the steel steps which JC easily steps up onto. He faces the table that he set up, still holding Chase over his head, standing atop the top step of the steel ring steps. He swings Chase around and nails a spinebuster through the table -- sending Chase crashing to the mat while JC remains on the steps.

Dunn - Jersey Driver!

JC steps off of the steps and onto the mat, laying his body over the fallen Jason Chase.

Kissens - It's all over.

Falcoon - Thankfully for Jason Chase.

The referee slides in to make the count. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and STILL OWF Tears Tag Team Champion... JC!

Falcoon - Another big win for JC -- another crushing loss to Jason Chase.

Kissens - That guy has blown enough shots, y'all.

Dunn - Yeah, you've only been back for like four shows and you already can see the opportunities this dude has stumbled with.

Falcoon - Truth be told, it's no easy task to beat JC.

Kissens - Especially with PDA Rules, while he's defending a title he won just recently.

Dunn - Now he just has to hold out hope that Munday can upset Steel tonight.

JC exits out of the ring without having his hand held up in victory. He receives a smattering of boos as he walks to Missy Janson and grabs the Tears Tag Title off of the timekeepers table.

Falcoon - And even if he doesn't, JC can make Trent's life miserable.

Kissens - And vice versa, as well.

Dunn - But if they can somehow find a way to work together, they'll be nearly unstoppable.

Kissens - James is right, y'all.

Falcoon - That's a big "if" though, James.

Dunn - Without question. Hugest... if... EVER!

The feed cuts backstage to President Chase Johnson's office, where we see him sitting behind his desk with his eyes focused on a stack of papers in front of him. The door to his office is pushed open and the OWF Champion, Jesse Williams, makes his entrance. He releases hold of the door knob and allows the door to swing itself shut with its own inertia.

Prez CJ - Jesse, so glad you could make it. Please, take a seat.

Williams walks right towards CJ's desk and with a swift shin kick, discards one of the chairs to the side as it flops over and breaks into three different pieces.

Prez CJ - Or stand, your choice.

Jesse Williams - Now you listen up, I didn't come here so I could shoot the shit with you. You have business to discuss?

Prez CJ - Sure do.

Jesse Williams - Well so do I. First off, I want Plague fired right now.

Prez CJ - I just signed him.

Jesse Williams - I don't care. He comes in and tries to make a mockery out of me? What the fuck has he ever done?

Prez CJ - You need to relax. Please, Jesse, take a seat. They're comfortable, I swear!

Williams walks towards CJ's desk and sits himself down into the one chair that remains standing, positioned across the desk from Chase.

Prez CJ - Now Plague didn't do anything out of control, and that's not why I brought you here...

CJ leans forward as he looks into Jesse's eyes.

Prez CJ - I'm here to talk to you about your title defense at Funeral of Hearts.

Jesse Williams - What title defense?

Prez CJ - I just said, the one at the pay per view.

Jesse Williams - There is none.

Prez CJ - Not yet.

Jesse Williams - And there won't be.

Prez CJ - I disagree.

The two men have their eyes locked and are furiously staring at one another as they argue.

Jesse Williams - Listen to me right now, I don't give a shit what you say. If I want to take the card off, I will.

Prez CJ - What does it read on the front of my desk?

Jesse looks down.

Jesse Williams - "Prez CJ is Gay"?

The camera focuses in on the face of the oak desk where those words have been carved into the wood at some point in the past. CJ shuffles his papers to cover the defacement of his desk.

Prez CJ - Fucking Somoza. No, it says "President". That means I'm your boss. You're defending at the PPV.

Jesse Williams - No, I'm not. I defended at Clash, Bash, Shit, Cold, Die, Blood and High.

Prez CJ - ...What?

Jesse Williams - The last seven pay per views. I deserve a break.

Prez CJ - Sure you do, but the truth is that you need to keep defending- since you have set the precedent as Champion. You have to keep your reign on the forefront of everyone's mind.

Jesse Williams - Don't bullshit me, I know you already got your match signed. Just don't think I'll hop to it, because I've already gotten another offer for a World Title opportunity in NLW. I could draw there.

Prez CJ - Yeah. Until they cease operations until Spring.

Jesse remains silent, losing the only ace up his sleeve.

Jesse Williams - So, if I were to agree- who would I face?

Prez CJ - You'd go agains-

Jesse Williams - Wait!

Williams sarcastically exclaims out loud as he cuts off CJ.

Jesse Williams - Let me guess. You put the newly signed Plague into an undeserved Championship Match.

Prez CJ - Nope. He's in King of the Mountain.

Williams pauses.

Jesse Williams - So, you're going to put me and The Phoenix against each other- considering you've sucked his dick dry.

Prez CJ - Actually, no. He said he had other things to attend to before the OWF Title crossed his mind.

Jesse begins to look frustrated.

Jesse Williams - So, who's left to take me on?

Prez CJ - Hold on. Come on in!

From behind Jesse, another man enters the room. Williams turns his head around to see Porta Prince with a wide smile on his face.

Porta Prince - Hey chump- I mean, champ!

Jesse looks furious as he digs his fingernails into the wooden arms of the chair he is sitting in. CJ remains calm behind his desk, watching Jesse's face turn a bright red color. He stands up from the chair and remains between both men, moving his head side to side glaring at both.

Prez CJ - Is there a problem?

Williams smiles widely, turning his attention first to CJ.

Jesse Williams - Absolutely not, but I do have a request.

Williams turns to face Porta now.

Jesse Williams - How about we up the ante?

Porta Prince - Bring it on! Tables, Fire, Barbed Wire- I'm game.

Jesse Williams - No, no, no. Nothing like that, I suggest we have a Special Guest Referee- just to make sure everything is called down the middle.

Prez CJ - And just who will be unbiased enough to do so?

Jesse shuffles his feet so he faces Chase. He has a completely blank look upon his face when the door bursts open. Williams looks to the door and sees Ray Lopes enter.

Prez CJ - Ray... Ray Lopes will be the referee!

Ray Lopes - What?

Porta Prince - No way CJ, that's bullshit!

Jesse Williams - Lopes? I've seen better.

Ray Lopes - What am I refereeing?

Prez CJ - If you're interested, you'll be the guest referee of the World Title Match between Jesse Williams and Porta Pri-

Ray Lopes - You got yourself a deal.

Ray nods with a wide smile upon his face.

Porta Prince - Don't you screw me.

Jesse Williams - ...Yeah! Or me, pal!

Ray Lopes - Don't worry fella's. I'll call it right down the middle.

Prez CJ - Good. Now please leave, I'm getting clastrophobic in here.

Ray quickly leaves the room, with Porta waiting for him to distance himself before he leaves as well. Williams stands up from the chair and looks at CJ, who has already turned himself back to his paperwork. The feed cuts back to a wide shot of the arena.

Falcoon - So many things are happening tonight.

Dunn - Williams has an opponent, and it's our Caribbean Champion.

Kissens - This is the biggest match is Porta's career..

The cameras pull in to a shot of the announcers booth.

Falcoon - And technically, his fate rests in the palm of Ray Lopes' right hand -- and whether or not he'd count a three for him.

Dunn - At this point, Ray becoming the catalyst for Jesse dropping the belt would only help the federation.

Kissens - If he drops it, it probably will take both Lopes and Prince to finish him off.

Falcoon - We shall see.

To the right of the table we see Missy Janson rise from her seat at the time keepers table, microphone in hand, for the last time this evening. The cameras follow her as she heads for the steel ring steps.

Kissens - For now, we're going to see Trent Steel and Drake Munday go one-on-one!

Dunn - I hope Munday doesn't get destroyed.

Falcoon - It is PDA Rules. This is basically like, Trent Steel's playpen when he was a baby.

Missy skips up the steps and walks onto the ring apron. She promptly steps through the ropes and into the ring.

Dunn - Well maybe Munday got some pointers from JC -- without him, he wouldn't have gotten this shot.

She heads for the center and turns to face the live camera, waiting for the fans to quiet down before lifting the microphone up to her mouth.

Kissens - I'm sure JC is watching this one closely backstage.

Falcoon - Probably. It's come to the end of the night, so let's send it to Missy to get the last contest underway.

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

The fans all stand to their feet and applaud as the excitement level rises in the arena.

Missy Janson - It is scheduled for a one fall, with a sixty minute time limit under PDA Rules -- And it is for the OWF Blood Tag Team Championship!

Missy pauses for a moment to catch her breath.

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

Jesus Of Surburbia hits the PA System as Drake Munday saunters on to the stage.

I'm the son of rage and love
The jesus of surburbia
From the bible of
None of the above

Drake gets quite a lot of boos but some cheers can be heard in the distance. Drake moves his arms around his waist dramatically showing the world that a title will soon be around his waist. He then delivers a thumbs up sign with his left hand and a thumbs down with his right, before placing both arms at his sides and beginning his trek down the ramp.

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make-believe
That don't believe in me.

Drake takes his steps slowly as if each movement causes him great pain. He offers his hand occasionally to fans, but they ignore him. Somewhat frustrated, he takes his anger out on a nearby fan and an official has to hold him back. Drake finally arrives at the ring and jogs up the steel steps into the ring.

Dunn - If Munday wins here, he'll have another accomplishment under his belt.

Kissens - He's slowly becoming a fixture of the OWF.

Falcoon - And under the watchful eye of JC, he should be on top of his game.

The music fades out as Munday positions himself in the corner, and Missy continues with the introductions.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... He is the Current OWF Blood Tag Team Champion..."The Son of a Bitch" Trent Steel!

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

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

Dunn - Trent is no push over though.

Kissens - You got that right.

Trent hands the Blood Tag Title to the referee, who holds it high above his head in the middle of the ring. He then turns to Missy and hands the championship to her -- waiting for her to exit the ring before calling for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Drake immediately hops out of the ring and walks over to Missy Janson, pushing her from her seat and grabbing the steel chair. He closes it up and heads back to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope as Trent sits back and waits. Munday struggles up to his feet and rears the chair back, cracking Trent flush across his face. Steel stands strong, seemingly unphased, when Drake takes a step forward and throws the chair at Steel. The seat collides with Trent's head, dazing him for a moment and allowing Munday to rush in and leap into the air. He grabs the head of Steel, looking for The Darkness, but Trent keeps Drake held in the air -- before falling back and delivering a back drop right onto the back of his head.

Dunn - Munday went for the end way too early.

Falcoon - Steel is a master of weapons, I fear Drake has woken a sleeping dragon.

Steel looks down at the steel chair and kicks it along the mat and out of the ring. He bends down, grabbing Drake by the back of his head, and lifts Munday back up to his feet. Keeping a hold of Drake by the back of his head, Trent runs him towards the ropes and throws him through them and sends him tumbling to the concrete floor. The referee hops through the ropes to follow the action while Trent waits inside of the ring. Unbeknownst to him, Munday is picking himself up with a firm grasp of the steel chair that Trent kicked out of the ring. Munday returns to his feet with his back to Trent, concealing the chair from his view, as Steel grabs a hold of the top rope. He slingshots himself over the top and flies at Munday -- who spins around and decimates Trent with a huge chair shot, dropping him like a ton of bricks.

Kissens - Jesus christ!

Dunn - Trent may need plastic surgery after that one!

Drake discards the chair and stumbles towards Trent, reaching down and grabbing two handfuls of his hair. He begins to drag him up from the cold concrete, rolling Steel up onto his knees with a firm grasp of his hair. He eventually hoists Trent up to his feet and Drake lays a right forearm right across his jaw. Steel backpeddles after the impact, with Drake stepping forward and booting him in the chest with his right foot. Trent trips up and staggers back against the ring barricade. Munday charges at him, but Trent ducks down and back body drops Drake over the barricade and sends him crashing onto the fans at ringside.

Falcoon - Drake just took out the entire section!

Dunn - Steel made him do it!

Trent steps away from the barricade and walks towards the ring, lifting up the apron skirt and reaching under the ring. Munday rolls off of the fans and starts standing himself up in the aisle next to the seating. Trent pulls out a glass vase, with flowers and water inside of it, and lifts himself back up as he heads back towards Munday.

Kissens - Awl, he got Drake flowers!

Steel rushes the ring barricade and tosses the vase straight at Drake's head, shattering the glass right over his head and sending shards flying all around him. Drake becomes soaked in water and his own blood begins to run down his face, but he remains on his feet. Trent backs up again, walking back towards the ring, and heads for the ring apron skirt yet again. He flips it up and reaches under to pull out another steel chair, holding it high above high head as he walks away from the ring. The fans cheer a bit as Trent builds up a head of steam and charges at Drake. Trent leaps over the steel ring barricade, steel chair in hand, and dives at Drake. At the last moment Munday sidesteps Trent and allows him to fly right past him and crash down to the concrete floor. Munday stares at Trent and pulls him off of the floor by the back of his waist band, and drags him up into a reverse waist lock.

Dunn - Munday got lucky there.

Falcoon - Definitely lucky, since I doubt he can see anything through his crimson mask.

Steel keeps a hold of the steel chair as he is dragged up, but he is unable to use it -- as Drake tosses Steel over his head and the ring barricade with a release German Suplex. Keeping a hold of the steel chair proves costly as Trent loses grip of it during his flight and it slams down on top of his face as he hits the concrete at the ringside area. Drake kicks his legs over the ring barricade and steps back onto the concrete next to Steel, lifting him up by his hair and rolling him up onto the ring apron before pushing him under the bottom rope.

Kissens - Somehow, Drake looks like he has gotten control of this match.

Falcoon - Don't jump the gun yet, Jackie. Drake is a competant superstar, but so is Trent.

Drake slides in right after Trent, pushing him over onto his back and laying over his chest. The referee follows them back into the ring and begins to make the count. 1... 2... kickout by Trent!

Falcoon - Drake should know enough about Trent by now to know he's going to have to do more than that.

Dunn - Drake may still be a little dazed from that shot from the vase.

Kissens - He has lost a good amount of blood from it already.

Drake immediately picks himself up to his knees and again grabs Trent by his hair, starting to lift him off of the mat while Drake begins standing himself up. As they get to their feet, Trent grabs Drake around the back of the head and sits out -- delivering a jawbreaker that sends Munday flat to his back. The second Trent hits the mat he slides himself out of the ring, with his chance to catch his breath being used up to instead reach under the bottom of the ring, and pull out a wooden table. Trent lays it on the apron and slides it under the bottom rope, then shoots a glance at Munday who is returning to his knees. Steel cuts his visit to the outside short as he drags himself back into the ring, and picks the unopened table up off of the ring canvas. He extends one leg and locks it into place -- propping the table up in the corner with the leg resting over the top rope, making sure it is locked in place before turning away and heading back towards Drake. Munday is now on only his left knee and about to push himself up when Trent steps in and locks on a side headlock and hoists Munday all the way up to his feet for him. Munday stumbles around the ring trying to free himself, but Trent only wrenches even tighter around his neck.

Dunn - He's just going to wear Munday down, and have fun doing it.

Drake throws his right elbow back and catches Trent in the gut, but it doesn't even loosen the headlock. Munday then wraps both of his arms around the midsection of Trent and toss him backwards over his head. Steel is able to counter and flips perfectly onto his feet right behind Munday, and pushes him from behind straight towards the table in the corner. At the last second, Drake is able to stop himself by grabbing the top rope with both hands and prevents himself from going through the table.

Falcoon - Good save.

Munday slowly turns himself around to see Trent running straight at him, and is somehow able to get his right foot up. Steel runs right into the sole of Drake's right boot and staggers back into the middle of the ring in a daze. Immediately Munday runs out of the corner and heads for Trent, but Trent is able to catch Munday with a spinning side kick right to his abdomen. Drake doubles over and staggers backwards -- falling through the middle and top ropes, but lands on his back on the edge of the ring apron. Steel staggers forward and steps towards the ropes, glancing down at Drake. Munday reaches his right arm upward and grabs a hold of the middle rope and begins pulling himself up on the apron on the outside. Steel watches his every move while backpeddling towards the middle of the ring.

Dunn - What is Trent aiming to do?

Kissens - I have no idea, y'all.

Once Munday returns to his feet, Steel runs at the corner to his right and leaps up to the top rope. With both feet his springs off of it and sends himself flying towards Drake. Trent spears Munday off of the ring apron, with both men sent crashing down to the concrete floor at ringside. The fans explode into a round of cheers, as the referee exits the ring to check on both men. From Trent leaping off the top rope, the table in the corner has flopped down into the ring on an angle -- with the one leg still fully extended.

Falcoon - Both men are down and out!

Dunn - This is not good. Why would Trent take a risk like that?

Kissens - Because he's Trent, y'all.

Dunn - Right. My bad.

The two men roll around along the concrete floor, holding various parts of their bodies in pain. The referee checks on both men, who want to continue on, and promptly steps back. Steel rolls over onto all fours while Drake remains on his back, clutching his lower back. Trent grabs a hold of the ring apron and slowly begins dragging himself up to his feet as Munday starts rolling onto his left side. Trent hoists himself up and into the ring under the bottom rope, remaining on his back to catch his breath. On the outside, Drake has begun to crawl towards the ring with a look of pain strewn across his face -- while Steel slowly begins dragging himself back up to his knees in the ring.

Kissens - Munday is going to have to do something to turn the tide.

Munday grabs a hold of the bottom rope and uses it to lift his body up from the outside. He lays himself on the ring apron and slowly rolls himself under the bottom rope as Trent gets back to his feet. Once Drake is in the ring Trent approaches him and grabs him around his right arm. Steel drags Munday up, but is caught with a wide right hook from Drake that dazes Trent. Steel steps forward again, but gets caught with a lifting knee from Drake which bends him over. Drake jumps into the air and grabs Trent around his head, looking for an RKO.

Dunn - Going for The Darkness!

Trent pushes Munday off of him and sends him running towards the ropes. Drake bounces off back-first and heads back to Steel who puts his shoulder into the stomach of Munday and lifts him up over his shoulders into a standing firemans carry. Trent rushes the nearest corner and executes a Death Valley Driver right into the turnbuckle.

Falcoon - No! Pittsburgh Nightmare!

Steel lays on top of Drake, with the referee dropping to his knees to make the count. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and STILL OWF Blood Tag Team Champion... Trent Steel!

Falcoon - Both Tag Champions retain!

Kissens - Hopefully we get an actual tag defense out of the two of them.

Trent has the Blood Tag Team Title handed to him and his hand is raised, while Munday rolls out of the ring to a nice applause. Steel holds the back of his head in pain, facing Munday with his back turned to the entrance ramp.

Dunn - Munday put up a good fight, but he just came up short.

Steel holds up the Blood Title once more, when the camera cuts to the ramp to see Matt Jackson running down to the ring. Trent is unaware of his presence and keeps his back to Jackson as he slides under the bottom rope, and into the ring.

Kissens - Steel! Look out! It's the whack Jackson!

Steel slowly turns around and receives a boot to the gut -- causing him to drop the OWF Blood Tag Title. Matt grabs him in a front facelock and quickly tosses Trent's right arm over his head. In one motion Matt Jackson hoists Steel up into a vertical suplex position and walks him over to the angled table. He turns his back to it and lays out -- driving Trent right through the half-opened table with a modified Brainbuster. Steel falls unconscious while Matt Jackson hops right up to his feet, adorned with boo's and jeer's from the angry crowd.

Falcoon - That bastard. He just takes out anyone he wants.

Dunn - And Steel seems to be next on his list.

Kissens - Next? He nailed The Massacre brainbuster, so he's already notched Steel onto his belt y'all.

Matt exits the ring and walks towards Missy Janson on the outside, grabbing the microphone from her hands before turning back to the ring. The boo's are so deafening that Matt has to wait to speak.

Matt Jackson - Trent Steel, there might be 16 participants in that King of the Mountain match, but I can assure you that when the moment arrives, you're gonna be seeing me more than anyone else. Win or lose, you're gonna be defending that title against me, sooner rather than later.

Jackson drops the microphone and begins to round the ring, keeping his eyes on Trent who is just coming to his senses down amidst the pieces of broken table.

Falcoon - Matt Jackson has a message for Steel and for the participants of the King of the Mountain.

Dunn - Yeah. In order to win, they're going to have to go through him.

Kissens - If he wins, I'll quit on the spot.

Dunn - No you won't. Greg is jobless. How will you support yourself?

Kissens - A girl's gotta do..

Falcoon - Okay then, well folks we are out of time for tonight.

Dunn - Darn, I wanted to hear about Kissen's plan after Funeral of Hearts.

Kissens - I'll tell you at the PPV!

Falcoon - Oh goody! We'll see you then fans, goodnight!

The shot of the arena fades to the OWF logo before cutting to black to end the telecast.