The cameras open up backstage to Garrett Greene as he dashes through the hallways to the lockerrooms.

Garrett Greene - Where is it?...AH HA!

He stops right in front of "The Rogues" locker room.

Garrett Greene - Okay...please don't be in a bad mood.

He knocks timidly and the door opens up to reveal...Dude JoB.

Dude JoB - Yes?

Garrett Greene - Darn it.

Dude JoB - Not the first time I've heard that about seeing me.

Garrett Greene - Have you seen Trent?

Dude JoB - Not lately. Why are you looking for him?

Garrett Greene - I need a response from him about his thoughts about his "mystery" team mates for Determined.

Dude JoB - Are you sure you want to do that?

Garrett Greene - I am the lead reporter. It is my job to get responses.

Dude JoB - Well...you are kind of on his shit list there G-Dawg.

Garrett Greene - G-Dawg?

Dude JoB - What? You don't like the nickname?

Garrett Greene - No. I'm a professional.

Dude JoB - Well then your really going to hate me now.

Garrett Greene - Why's that?

DJ points behind him. We see a very irate looking Trent Steel almost foaming at the mouth with anger. No shades. He's looking like he's going to kill Garrett.

Dude JoB - Welp...See ya in the ER there G-Dawg!

Dude JoB slams the door fast as Garrett backs into it.

Garrett Greene - Now Trent...

Trent grabs Garrett by the throat and slams him against the door.

Trent Steel - Shut it! I got a little fucking message for you to pass along to whomever the fuck is lucky enough to get stuck with dear ol' me. Stay the fuck out of my way and I might not fucking kill them.

Garrett Greene - I take it...You're a bit pissed.

Trent Steel - Not yet...I'm actually in a good mood! Now get the fuck out of here...G-Dawg!

Trent lets him go as Garrett runs off. Trent turns to the camera and motions for it to cut which it does,

The cameras cut to the backstage, where, as always, the hustle and bustle of an OWF production is taking place. Crew members rush back and forth muttering into headsets, papers and clipboards scatter the tables that line the hallways, cables cover the cold gray floor. As the camera pans around the corner of an intersection, our OWF Champion Jesse Williams suddenly comes into view. Instantly the crowds boos shake the foundation of the arena. Jesse pays no mind. Title belt slung over his shoulder, he arrogantly struts through the chaos towards his dressing room. The camera pans around again to show the face of the door; a sign is hanging dead center that reads "OWF Champion- Jesse Williams. A smirk comes across his face.

Jesse Williams - Ahh, home sweet home.

His hand grasps the handle and he turns it slowly. The door creaks open and he steps into a room of darkness...but instantly he realizes
something is different. Something isn't right. A beeping. Sharp, metallic, piercing. Beep. Beep. Beep. As steady as a heartbeat.

Jesse Williams - What the fuck is that noise?

Muttering under his breath something about peace and quiet he brushes his arm against the wall in hopes of finding the lightswitch. He feels it, and flips it. Nothing happens. He flips it up and down violently, growing impatient. Still nothing. The camera shows only the faint silhouette of his face, but the growing uncertainty is evident. He storms to the center of the room, throwing his belt onto the couch.

Jesse Williams - This is ridiculous! OWF champion and I still get no fucking respect! No respect! No lights! And what is that fucking noise!?

He's about to storm off when out of the corner of his eye, in what appears to be the furthest depths of the locker room, he catchs a faint glowing light. Hesitant, he steps towards it. The beeping becomes louder, sharper. He steps closer and again the light gets brighter and the beeping gets louder. He reaches out towards the light, realizing that it is being blocked by something....a translucent curtain. His fingers touch a soft silky material. A hospital curtain.

Enraged, he rips the curtain away, sending its structure, hanging in an aluminum frame, across the room. But his anger instantly turns to horror as the glowing light illuminates his figure. Standing before him is a hospital gurney, the light spilling over its white linen. To the side, an idle IV drip. And in front of him, the source of both the light and the beeping...a heart monitor. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Jesse Williams - Wha--What the--

Before he can speak he notices something on the gurney. A piece of paper. With shaky hands he picks it up and holds it to the light. Written in dark black letters, scrawled sloppily, it reads:

"Hello, Jesse.

Lovely sound isn't it? That shrill metallic reminder. That eternal fucking reminder. The sound of the human heart...beating, thumping, beating...transposed to a digital, mechanical echo. Lovely sound, isn't it?

I had to listen to that sound for a long time. For a very long time. Because of you. All because of you. In my dreams, in my nightmares, every waking moment, alive, dead, neither...it made no difference. I heard that sound, over and over and over again and I thought of you. Every.
Time.

Two weeks ago you thought you saw a ghost. Right now, I could imagine you resemble one yourself. But I assure you, what you saw was real. And I think you realize that now. That what you did...what you did to me. I didn't forget. I will never forget. And now I'm back Jesse, to make sure you don't forget it either. Oh...and one last thing Jesse.

If I were you, I'd get used to that sound."

The scene fades right to the Introduction Video for Addiction.

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 Quest For The Best, 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 cameras come to life inside of the Sold Out Gustav Civic Center in Woodstock, Maine -- as "I Get It" pumps through the PA System. The darkened arena has a few spotlights shining out into the crowd when a huge explosion of fireworks shoot off from the ramp and the OWF Tron. The red and yellow pyrotechnics illuminate the Arena, with the fans being heard as a background until the fireworks stop. They leave a thick haze of smoke over the ring as the house lights come back up, with the music still blaring throughout the arena. The fans can be heard more audibly now, and even more-so when the music finally fades out.

The cameras cut to a shot of ring side as the fans chant "O-W-F! O-W-F!" over and over again. The announcers table comes into view, with Gordie Falcoon, James Dunn and Jackie Kissens all seated at their normal positions -- and staring right into the camera.

Falcoon - AAAAHHHOO! AND WELCOME TO OWF'S FIRST TRIP TO MAINE... EVVVER!

Dunn - Is that true?

Kissens - It sounds good.

Dunn - Yeah let's run with it.

Falcoon - Fans, we have just six days until the Determined Pay Per View and for the second annual Three Man Tag Team Tournament.

Kissens - And to start off the show, we have a few teams that were announced on OWFWrestling.com this week.

Dunn looks down at the papers in front of him.

Dunn - The first team, as would be expected, is made up of JC, Plague and Dude JoB all representing the Rogues.

Falcoon - Which leaves Trent forced to team with two random partners.

Kissens - Hopefully we find them out tonight, but in addition to the Rogues -- the OWF has secured the return of Thug 1, Thug 2 and Thug 3 as a team.

Dunn - The Gangster's Disciples, eh?

Falcoon - Looks like it.

Kissens - But other than that, the rest of the teams will be determined here.

Dunn - Nice play on words there, Jackie.

Kissens - What?

The feed cuts backstage as a Rolls Royce Phantom pulls up in the parking garage. The camera stays focused on the "Spirit of Ecstasy" ornament on the hood. The ornament retracts into the vehicle and the cameraman pans out. As he tries to get a view through the tinted windows, the suicide doors open up and a thick cloud of smoke comes flying out the doors. As the cameraman walks towards the driver's side, Vernon Somoza is just stepping out of the car. With a cigar in his mouth, he grabs his bag and throws it on top of the car. The crowd pops as their favorite General is seen on the OWFTron.

Vernon Somoza - So I said, that's not the Berzerker...that's my girlfriend in Ugg Boots!!

The crowd erupts in laughter at the punchline, and at the same time Porta Prince is since stepping out of the passenger door. The cameraman rushes immediately to get a good shot of Porta, who is coughing smoke, laughing. The crowd let's off a huge pop, when they see their tag team back together.

Falcoon - El Plaga has gotten back together!

Dunn - Great, a whole two months span of tension and poof -- it's gone.

Kissens - I'm absolutely thrilled, y'all.

Porta grabs his bag as he places his blunt in his mouth. He grabs a 7-11 Double Gulp out of the car, and the duo makes there way into the arena. Before they can get into the locker rooms, Tyler Taylor pops up out of virtually nowhere.

Tyler Taylor - EL PLAGA!!

Porta jumps back, almost swallowing his blunt, while Somoza looks at Taylor and laughs at Porta's reaction. Porta grabs the blunt out of his mouth trying to conceal his periphinalia.

Porta Prince - Shit, Taylor! You have the WORST TIMING!!!

Tyler Taylor - So is it true?? Are the mark sheets correct?? Is El Plaga back together??

Somoza steps in front of Porta to address Taylor.

Vernon Somoza - What are you, a chick or something? Following up with other people's latest gossip??

Tyler Taylor - I'm just doing my job here Vern, I'm looking for an exclusive!

Vernon Somoza - You want an exclusive?? We'll give you one....but not wasted in front of nobody. We want the whole town of WOODSTOCK!

The crowd erupts at the saying of their name.

Porta Prince - Cheap pop.

Vernon Somoza - ... Witness what's about to happen.

Tyler Taylor - So when's that gonna be??

Porta Prince - Don't worry....I'm pretty sure you'll pop up at the right moment.

El Plaga leaves on that note, leaving Taylor in the parking lot alone.

Falcoon - It's great to see El Plaga back.

Kissens - And it seems like they have reunited for a common goal.

Dunn - God knows what they have planned.

The feed cuts back to the announcers booth, next to which we see Missy Janson standing up out of her seat at the time keepers table.

Kissens - Well the show is about to be formally kicked off with the first contest of the night.

Falcoon - So we shouldn't have to wait very long to get an answer on El Plaga's motives.

She scoops a microphone up into her right hand and she heads off towards the steel ring steps, slowly beginning to climb them.

Dunn - None of them are in action, so I guess they have some business outside of the ring to deal with.

Falcoon - Let's just hope this card runs smoothly all the way through.

Missy makes her way onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes as she enters the ring. She makes her way towards the center of the ring and squares her shoulders to the live cameras.

Kissens - We're going to find out right now with our first match.

Falcoon - Indeed. So let's send it to the ring, and Missy Janson for the introductions.

Missy Janson lifts her right hand to her face, and begins speaking into the microphone.

Missy Janson - Hello Woodstock, Maine -- and welcome to Monday Addiction!

The fans roar loudly as Missy puts a wide smile across her face. She waits patiently for them to quiet down before she continues with her announcements.

Missy Janson - It is time for the first match of the evening, and it is scheduled for a one fall with a thirty minute time limit.

Missy pauses to take a breath, then continues.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from San Antonio, Texas... Thunder!

The camera fades into a scene of the crowd going wild. All of a sudden the lights dim down as a Lightning bolt hits the stage with tremendous force. Lighting up half the arena. As it fades smoke takes over the ramp. The lights go from pitch black to flashing red, and blue lights.

PA System - AMERICA!!! WE LOVE YOU!!

As the smoke begins to clear you see a shadowy figure appear. Thunder walks out from behind the clouds and raises his hand in the air. He continues down the ramp sneering at the fans. Reaching the end of the ramp, he rolls into the ring and stands up.

Dunn - I'd consider this Thunder's last shot to impress anyone.

Falcoon - Agreed.

His music fades out while Missy lifts the microphone back up to her mouth.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia... Raven Talon!

"Falling Away From me" by Korn plays as the crowd reacts to him as he stand up from back in the crowd. He then walks through the crowd Their is a mixed response as he stands looking over the ring barrier for a split second before hopping the rail. As he steps forward he is followed by Mikey "The Shark" Austin who has with him his "M-TV" camera in hand. Raven Talon then steps out looking at the site of the crowd that was once Wrestlings Fanbase and is now what is just considered Wrestling Fans. He nods his head as you notice his video package showing highlights of his previous Hardcore happenings in matter of of the ring since he can not air other federations clips. He heads down to the ring and inside as he then heads over and waits in the corner for his opponent. Mikey is wandering around the ring apron as they get set for action.

Kissens - Raven hasn't participated in a good amount of time.

Falcoon - Neither has Thunder.

Dunn - We'll see who will be called "well rested", while his opponent will be deemed full of "ring rust".

The music fades out, as Missy quickly exits the ring and heads for the time keepers table.

Falcoon - Either way this match was just kind of thrown together.

Once she takes a seat the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Raven Talon rushes across the ring and tackles Thunder down to the mat -- immediately mounting him and beginning to lay into him with rights and lefts to the body. He continues the onslaught of strikes, until the referee steps in and begins his five count. 1... 2... 3... 4... Raven stands up and threatens the referee, but quickly turns himself back to Thunder.

Falcoon - Something has snapped inside of Raven Talon.

Talon begins delivering hard stomps to Thunder's abdomen, causing him to cough violently as he lays completely helpless. The referee steps back in, and begins his count yet again. 1... 2... 3... 4... This time Talon breaks it by shoving the referee to the mat, and he receives a warning for his actions.

Dunn - He better be careful, we've seen referee stoppage's here lately.

Kissens - I don't think he cares.

The referee stands himself back up to see Raven sitting on Thunder's chest, and firing away with closed fists to the unconscious man's face. For a third time the referee steps in and makes the count. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5! The referee calls for the bell while Talon continues to wail away at Thunder.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match by referee stoppage, Thunder!

Kissens - Well that was completely one sided.

Falcoon - Good to see Raven Talon around, but too bad he isn't participating in the Pay Per View on Sunday.

Dunn - Too bad he can't control his rage.

Talon stares at Thunder once he stops beating on him, and returns up to his feet. He threatens the referee once more before he leaves the ring, and meets up with Mikey Austin -- as both men walk up the ramp.

Dunn - You never know, though. There are still names to be announced.

Kissens - With that impressive outing, Talon may just find himself as one of those "TBA"'s.

They make their exit as the cameras cut to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - As for Thunder, I'm sure he's finished here now.

Kissens - I think he was when Plague beat him back in April, y'all.

Dunn - That's a safe bet.

The cameras cut to the back where we see Trent Steel storming around the halls with a grimace on his face. After a few seconds of travel, he stops and lifts his boot to kick one of the locker room doors. Once the camera swivels around, we see that Trent Steel has kicked open the door to Specter's office to reveal the OWF president sitting on a couch, engrossed in a copy of Women's Health.

Prez Specter - This is Missy's, I swear.

Trent Steel - I want to take a fucking meeting.

Specter jumps to his feet, extending an insincere hand towards Steel. Trent opts for glaring instead of a handshake.

Prez Specter - What's got your dick in a zipper this time?

Trent Steel - You're trying to fuck the Rogues over. Why the hell would you stick me on team three?

Shrugging with all the gusto of a guy who took one acting class, Specter offers his explanation to the fuming Trent.

Prez Specter - Whattaya want from me? Three men to a team. Four Rogues. It was either this, split you into twos with a random third partner you wouldn't get along with, or scatter the four of you. All things considered, I think this was the best option. Bet you won't hear JC, Dude Job and Plague complaining.

Trent Steel - I want to know my teammates.

Prez Specter - What's the magic word?

Trent Steel - Tell me my motherfucking teammates.

Prez Specter - Fine. At Determined, you'll be tagging up with Raven Talon and Vincent Cain.

Trent Steel - Good one.

Prez Specter - I know, right? I thought it was a brilliant team.

Trent Steel - Hold on... are you fucking kidding me?

Prez Specter - It's not like I'm sticking you with Cokekid, Trento. The rest of your pals are locked up and most of the teams are set. They just haven't been announced. Consider this a chance to work on your people skills. Or your hurting people skills.

Trent Steel - I'll make it to the finals, Specter. Even if I have to drag the the bodies of Raven Talon and Vincent Cain all the way there myself.

Prez Specter - There you go, Trent. Way to take lemons and make bloody massacres.

Trent Steel - Don't think this is over.

Trent storms off, once again kicking his way through Specter's door.

Dunn - Well that's a thrown together team.

Falcoon - Who the hell is Vincent Cain?

Kissens - Beats me.

Dunn - Good to see Raven Talon is getting noticed, though.

Growing enraged, Trent steps into the mens bathroom across the hall from Specter's office -- with the cameras following right behind him. He heads over to the sink to wash his hands as he’s washing them a figure in a red and black hoody appears behind him which he catches a glimpse of as he looks into the mirror. Before Trent can react to defend himself, the figure grabs a hold of the back of his head and smashes him face first in to the mirror. Blood pours down Trent’s face, his attacker still has a hold of the back of his head and takes him over to one of hand dryers and smashes him face first into that too. Trent’s limp body drops to the ground. The figure in the hoody presses the button to turn on the hand dryer and then has this to say as he exits the bathroom.

Hooded Figure - Don’t forget to dry your hands, bitch!

The camera focuses on Trent before cutting back to a shot of the arena.

Kissens - Trent got taken out!

Falcoon - But by who?

Dunn - There are endless amounts of superstars who are capable of that.

At ringside we can see Missy Janson standing to her feet with a microphone in her right hand. She walks towards the steel ring steps and slowly climbs up them, making her way onto the ring apron.

Falcoon - I bet Plague is unaware of what happened.

Kissens - He better watch his back, y'all.

Dunn - Or maybe that hooded figure just wanted to get Steel?

She enters the ring through the ropes and moves to the center of the squared circle.

Falcoon - We'll find out, I'm sure.

Missy lifts the microphone up to her lips and begins to speak.

Missy Janson - The next match is scheduled for a one fall, with a thirty minute time limit.

The fans remain silent, allowing Missy to promptly continue.

Missy Janson - Out to the ring first, from Sakurai, Nara, Japan... Akira Kanemura!

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

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

Falcoon - Akira is back in action.

Dunn - He didn't fare too poorly against Mason a few weeks back, but now he has an even greater task.

Kissens - Plague shouldn't have much problem getting past Akira here.

His music begins to fade, so Akira begins to stretch his legs out to prepare for his match. Missy again brings the microphone up to her lips.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, 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.

Missy moves away from the center of the ring and heads for the ropes.

Falcoon - Plague should walk here.

Dunn - He's going to get hit a bit, but if he loses here I'd be shocked.

Missy exits the ring and returns to her seat, as the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

As the bell rings, both competitors march out of their corners and meet in the middle of the ring. Plague strikes first with a right hand to Akira's face. Kanemura returns fire with a stiff left forearm to Plague's jaw, staggering him backwards. As Akira steps forward to continue his offense he is met with a short boot to the abdomen -- doubling him over. Plague wastes no time in following up as he swings his right knee up towards his chest, and brings the knee cap up to Kanemura's nose -- sending him flat to his back. Again Plague doesn't hesitate as he moves towards Akira Kanemura's legs and picks them up into his hands.

Dunn - Plague is out here to prove a point.

Kissens - He doesn't feel he should be booked against lower level talent like Akira.

Akira is able to pull his legs free and pushes Plague down to the mat by kicking both of his boots into his chest. Both Akira and Plague roll to their right side and hop back to their feet, with Kanemura walking into an arm drag takedown that sends him flying across the ring. After sliding on his back, he picks himself back up to his feet and runs back at Plague -- who is waiting for his return. As Akira reaches Plague he drops to the mat and trips Akira up with a drop toe hold, sending his face crashing down to the canvas. Just a moment after impact, Plague rolls over the back of Akira and wraps his left arm around his neck -- securing him in a side headlock, trying to keep the high flyer on the canvas.

Dunn - Smart thinking by Plague here.

Kissens - Akira's strong sets are his speed, and definitely his strikes.

Falcoon - When he's on the mat, both of those things are taken away from him.

Dunn - Thats what I meant to say when I said "Smart thinking".

After a few seconds Akira is able to get himself back onto all fours, with Plague tightening the grip of his arm. Kanemura fights back up to his feet and throws the point of his left elbow back into the stomach of Plague -- then immediately tries to shove him towards the ropes. Plague uses the momentum gained from Akira's push and sits himself out while driving Akira's face down onto the mat with a bulldog.

Kissens - Nice move by Plague.

Falcoon - Akira almost got himself free.

Dunn - But he didn't, and he paid for trying.

Plague picks himself up from his seated position and gets back up to his feet, looking down at Akira who is still face-down on the mat. He lays a hard stomp to the back of Kanemura's head before bending down, and wrapping both of his hands around Akira's neck. He slowly picks up the smaller man and stands him to his feet -- but Akira breaks free of his grasp. Kanemura whips his right foot up and connects with the side of Plague's head, then spins his body around to hit a spinning chop to the left side of Plague's neck.

Falcoon - Akira getting in some offense here.

Dunn - He has to keep it up in order to have a chance.

With his back to his opponent, Akira takes off towards the opposite set of ropes. He turns to hit them back-first, and springs off into a sprint back at the dazed Plague. Somehow Plague is able to throw his right foot up and connect right under Akira Kanemura's jaw with a superkick that drops him to the mat.

Dunn - The Vaccine!

Kissens - Oh it is so over for Akira.

Plague stands himself up, as the same figure in the red and black hoody from earlier jumps out of the stands and enters the ring before Plague is to make the pin.

Falcoon - There's that guy who attacked Steel!

Plague sees the figure and throws punch but the figure grabs a hold of it and the drags him down into a crippler crossface signaling the referee to ring the bell so that Plague wins by disqualification.

Dunn - Lope-a-dope!

Kissens - I figured out who that guy in the hoodie is!

Falcoon - No, really?

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

As the figure in the hoody really cranks the cross face and lifts his head up, it turns out being Ray Lopes who has the hold on tight and won’t relinquish it. The referee tries to get him off but to no avail, finally Ray lets go and then asks for a microphone from Missy. Once he is handed it, he begins to speak.

Ray Lopes - You Rogues thought you could put your hands on me and there wouldn’t be no payback?

Ray looks down shaking his head in disgust at Plague who’s obviously in a lot of pain right now. He throws down the microphone and then before he exits the ring he boots Plague in the gut one last time for effect. Ray exits the ring, receiving an ovation as he heads up the ramp.

Dunn - Eye for an eye it seems.

Falcoon - Well Plague stuck his nose into Lopes' business last week, and Ray returned the favor.

Kissens - Things are hitting a boiling point just days away from Determined, y'all.

Ray exits backstage, as Plague rolls himself out of the ring holding his shoulder in pain and quickly makes his way up the ramp.

Falcoon - For the sake of the Rogues, they have to hope the Pay Per View goes better than this night has.

Dunn - You could say that again.

Kissens - It's almost as if the entire OWF has turned on them.

Falcoon - Or just decided it is time to fight back.

As Plague disappears to the back, the camera's cut to the announcers table, catching the commentators a bit off guard.

Dunn - Well, all hope isn't lost for the Rogues yet -- they still have another chance to redeem something to take from this night.

Kissens - If JC loses, I guarantee there will be war.

Falcoon - We'll just have to wait and see when the Main Event occurs -- just after this quick bre--

Without any music or acknowledgement, the recently aligned Jesse Williams and EJ Slayer emerge from the entrance way. Both men are met with a smattering of boo's and jeer's as they walk down the ramp, all the while mouthing off to the fans pressed against the steel barricade.

Falcoon - Well how nice of them to join us right before a commercial break!

Dunn - Oh shut up, these two deserve any airtime they want.

Jesse gets to ringside first and slides under the bottom rope to enter the ring, while EJ rounds to his left and steps up the steel steps. The OWF and NLW Champion walks across the ring and asks Missy for her microphone. While EJ Slayer gets into the ring behind him, Williams is handed the microphone through the ropes.

Kissens - Let's just get it over with.

The two men meet up in the middle of the ring as the fan's finally lose their will to boo any further.

Jesse Williams - Thank you for that warm reception.

The fans kick back into a short snarl at Jesse, who is able to easily speak over it.

Jesse Williams - Seriously, Slayer and I couldn't have been more thrilled with that greeting- and for it, we have a gift to give to you.

Williams hands the microphone over to Slayer.

EJ Slayer - Everyone saw the two of us join forces last week, but nobody understood why. Should they have listened to us, it would have been pretty clear that we are the only people in this federation who have the mental and physical capacity to be successful. So our gift to you is going to be mayhem.

EJ gives the microphone back to Williams, who is all-too-happy to continue.

Jesse Williams - You see, at Determined yours truly and EJ Slayer have nothing to do, while a tournament goes on that doesn't showcase the OWF's top two talents? That's not going to happen.

Williams pauses as he looks back to EJ, who nods.

Jesse Williams - So for everyone's blatant disrespect, from Specter all the way down to you sheep-eople, I am formally entering myself and EJ Slayer as a two-man team that will compete at Determined.

Falcoon - He can't do that!

Dunn - I think he just did.

"Viva Las Vegas" hits, as the arena pipes up at the incoming arrival of the OWF President.

Falcoon - Specter!

Kissens - Look's like our President is here to set the record straight, y'all.

Dunn - He's really biting off more than he can chew when he confronts Jesse like this.

Specter steps through the curtain, offering his best pageant wave to the fans before raising the microphone to address the arena.

Prez Specter - Jesse, EJ, I just wanted to say I appreciate you two fuckwads aligning. Makes my job easier. As I'm sure you both know, though, you're still a member short. Much as I'd love to see you enter the tournament as a duo, or maybe even bar you from it completely, that wouldn't be very sporting of me. So, I figure it's only fair that I select a third member worthy of a pair of world class competitors like yourselves. Hit the man's music!

"Lit Up" by Buckcherry hits, as the attention of the capacity crowd snaps to the motionless entryway.

Dunn - This is bullshit!

Kissens - Cokekid?! Hahaha!

After a few seconds, Specter attempts to salvage the segment.

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

Prez Specter - Somebody in the back want to get him out here? Or at least get him on camera?

A moment later, the big screen fills with the image of CokeKid, face down in a pool of vomit on a nondescript concrete floor. As the camera adjusts for a better shot, CokeKid remains still.

Prez Specter - Goddamn, that looks bad, but it also shows us how misleading a name can be. He doesn't just do coke, ladies and gentlemen. Since I've battled addiction myself, I'm going to help CokeKid get straight. His new drug is competition. That's why he'll be teaming with Jesse Williams and EJ Slayer at Determined. And in hopes of instilling a sense of comradery in you three, I'll leave it up to you guys to clean him up. Have a nice night.

"Viva Las Vegas" hits once again, as Specter gives a bow and after a few seconds of posing, disappears through the entryway.

Dunn - Okay, that's it. I'm out of here.

Falcoon - Specter has stuck it to not only Williams, but Slayer now as well.

Kissens - I think it's great and all, but I have to wonder about Specter's safety at this point.

Dunn - He's getting on a lot of people's bad-sides and that's not somewhere you want to be.

Kissens - Just ask CJ.

Jesse's microphone is cut off and he turns to Slayer, as both men discuss the situation in the ring.

Falcoon - No matter which way you slice it, Williams and Slayer are teaming with Cokekid at Determined.

Dunn - They'll still win. They planned on going in as a Tag Team anyways.

Kissens - We'll have to see.

Falcoon - But first we have to take that break real quick. We'll be back!

The feed fades away to the commercial as Slayer and Williams exit the ring.

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LIVE! SUNDAY, MAY 31ST 2009! * EARLY AFTERNOON SHOW -- BELLTIME AT 4PM CST * FROM THE REDBIRD ARENA IN NORMAL, ILLINOIS!

FEATURING: THE 2009 THREE MAN TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT! All competitors on the active roster will be placed into teams of three for a one-night tournament, pitting each team of three against each other -- and culminating in a Finals Match with an undetermined prize for the winning team. TEAMS ANNOUNCED: JC, PLAGUE & DUDE JOB THUG 1, THUG 2 & THUG 3 TRENT STEEL, RAVEN TALON & VINCENT CAIN JESSE WILLIAMS, EJ SLAYER & COKEKID

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We come back from the commercial, as "Scream" by Billy Idol starts to play over the PA System.

Falcoon - Dude JoB?

Kissens - What the hell does he want?

Dude JoB comes out of the crowd with a wireless headset on.

Falcoon - What the hell?

Dunn - Guess he didn't want a full entrance.

Kissens: He scared the shit out of me, y'all.

Dude JoB - CUT IT!

DJ looks around at the crowd and lets the chants of "DJ" stop before he speaks.

Dude JoB - Ever since last week all I keep hearing is a sound. It's a hush. It's a whisper. It's the sound of Rogue Domination here in OWF! Damn it sounds good.

The crowd cheers "DJ" again, with a good mix of boo's from the crowd in mentioning the Rogues, as DJ holds up his hand.

Dude JoB - I am not here to talk about that though. I am not here to talk about Determined. No. I am here to talk about the other sound I keep hearing. Shhhh...listen. Can you hear it.

The crowd hushes as DJ holds up his hand to his ear.

Falcoon - I don't hear anything.

Dunn - We're wasting airtime on this nimrod.

Kissens - I think I hear the ocean.

Suddenly from the back we hear...

??? - WAHHHHHHH!!! MY TROPHY!!! WAAAHHHH!!!!!

We see on the OWF-Tron a picture of Jesse Williams back when he was Juvi with the lips cut out. We see the lips moving. The crowd starts laughing as DJ smirks.

Dude JoB - Hey guys look it the world...

"Juvi" - WAHHHHH!!! ME!!!! WAHHHH!!! WORSHIP ME!!!

Dude JoB - Jesse. Sorry dude. Am I cutting into your screen time. I mean do you have something meaningful to say about OWF.

"Juvi" - WAHHHH EGO STROKE!!! WAAAHHHHHH!!!!

Dude JoB - Uhh dude. Pst! Kids watch this show. No stroking...unless you want me to call Alexis...

"Juvi" - NO! ME WANT DI...

Dude JoB - WHOA!!! Dude...I know your fexually sustrate with Apollo turning you down and EJ Slayer being the biggest pussy this side of NLW but come on. Think of the fans...they're tired of your constant routine of Bitch! Moan! Cry!

"Juvi" - WAHHHH! I DON'T CARE....Buy Juvi Juice at OWF.com!

A picture of Juvi Juice shows up on the screen with a new addition to the level. "Now fortified with one hundred percent Emo angst!"

Falcoon - AHAHAHAHAHA!!

Dunn - This is disgraceful.

Kissens - This coming from you.

Dude JoB - Now. I'm not some guy running around with a religious agenda. I'm not playing shadow games. Hell I won't even make fun of you anymore...wait. I'm sorry I can't do the last one but I am going to say this. Jesse...You got your "card" coming up. I got a proposition for you. I don't want a title shot for beating you in a match. I don't even give a fuck about the title...I just want one thing and I know you want it to. I know you want me to shut the fuck up. Every-fucking-body wants you to shut the fuck up so how about a wager instead. You pick the stips of course but here's the prize since you have everything you want. If I lose...No more jokes. I won't even utter your name in a promo for the rest of the year. But if I win...For once in your fucking life your going to shut the hell up about yourself. For the rest of the fucking year. No more ME! ME! ME! Look at what I've done because God fucking knows that you have told us all wwaaaaayyyyyyy toooooo much. So you pick the stips...and one of us...Will SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! Hit the music...

"Scream" kicks up again as Dude JoB heads up the ramp to a swarm of cheers.

Dunn - He's barking up the wrong tree.

Falcoon - I have to admit, DJ may be prodding Williams at a bad time.

Kissens - Or the best time, y'all.

Dunn - Regardless, why would Jesse want Dude JoB to shut up when the only opinion that matters is his?

Falcoon - You are a stooge.

Dunn - And you suck dick for a living, but I don't hate on your job title.

The feed cuts backstage as Ray Lopes is seen walking backstage when he bumps into both members of El Plaga. He stares at Porta Prince and Vernon Somoza intensely waiting to see if they are going to move to strike. Porta sticks his hand out.

Porta Prince - Nice work tonight..

Ray looks down at Porta’s hand and then at both Somoza and Porta’s eyes to see if he’s for real. When he does he sticks his hand out and shakes Porta’s. Somoza sticks his hand out and Ray shakes his too.

Ray Lopes - I’ll leave the other two to you!

Porta and Somoza both smile as Ray leaves.

Falcoon - Wow, what a change in demeanor between those three.

The camera cuts from backstage, and we now have a view of the announcers booth once again.

Dunn - I think there is a certain level of respect there.

Kissens - That's the only explaination that makes much sense, y'all.

From next to the announcers table, Missy Janson is viewed picking herself up out of her steel chair and heading towards the nearest set of steel ring steps -- a microphone tucked into her right palm.

Kissens - For things taking shape only tonight, we have a pretty stellar cast for the Tournament.

Falcoon - And we only have one match left for you here tonight, and then we can completely focus on the Three Man Tag Tournament and the Determined Pay Per View.

She quickly ascends the steps and makes her way onto the ring apron. She enters the ring through the ropes and heads for the center of the squared circle.

Dunn - Well Missy is obviously prepared for this title match.

Kissens - Which is the second Addiction in a row that has featured a title defense of some sort.

Falcoon - And lets send it to Missy so we can get that title match underway!

She turns to face the live cameras, bringing the microphone up to her lips.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the Evening -- and it is for the OWF Tears Tag Team Championship!

The fans applaud loudly, keeping their eyes locked on the ring.

Missy Janson - It is scheduled for a one fall with a sixty minute time limit under PDA Rules.

Missy pauses to catch her breath, while the cameras show the ringside area -- which has been littered with many different weapons.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, 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. He discards of his sweater to reveal a scared upper torso.

Falcoon - Last we saw Spaz, he lost to Williams in the First Round of the Quest For The Best Tournament.

Dunn - Which isn't saying much, because Jesse would have destroyed anyone in his path.

Kissens - Lets see if Spaz can stack up to JC, a man who unlike Williams isn't close to being the same size.

Spaz's music fades out as he stands in his corner of the ring awaiting action. The fans turn their attention back to Missy as she speaks.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Jersey City, New Jersey... He is the Current OWF Tears Tag Team Champion... 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, the OWF Tears Tag Title draped over his right shoulder, without any friendly movements or acknowledgment of the fans, who are booing him. As he walks around ringside he mocks the mannerisms of his brother, GI.

Kissens - That's just in poor taste.

Falcoon - He's the reason his brother isn't here tonight.

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 as he peels the belt from his shoulder.

Dunn - JC has a huge list of names of who he has taken out.

Falcoon - If Spaz isn't careful, he could be another victim.

Kissens - Even if he is careful, he still may end up crippled.

The referee takes the belt from JC and holds it high in the air, passing it to Missy as JC's music fades out. Missy exits the ring, and returns to her seat at the time keepers table. As she sits the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Spaz charges out of his corner and rushes JC, who doesn't move a muscle until the last second. He steps to the side as Spaz crashes chest-first into the corner turnbuckle behind JC, and begins stumbling out of it. Spaz backpeddles, unaware that JC has turned himself around to face the Challenger -- who trips right into a reverse waist lock. With ease JC tosses Spaz over his head and sends him crashing to the back of his head with a German Suplex that shakes the entire ring.

Dunn - Spaz is going to have a rough night.

Falcoon - It seems that way.

JC immediately rolls himself up to a crouched position, staring at Spaz as he rises up to his feet. The Challenger rolls onto his left side, trying to evade JC, but has his hair grabbed by both of JC's monstrous hands. Spaz is dragged back up to his feet and pushed back into the nearest corner, with JC stepping in and nailing a back right elbow to the right cheekbone of Spaz. He remains hung up against the turnbuckles, allowing JC to swing his right knee up into Spaz's abdomen -- bending him over slightly. JC stands him right up with a stiff european uppercut to his jaw, and immediately isolates his limp right arm. With all of his might JC throws Spaz out of the corner with an irish whip, sending him full-speed across the ring. Spaz is able to turn himself at the last second, but he crashes into the corner with such force upon his back that he is sent down to the canvas -- face-first.

Kissens - JC just has too much strength for some of the smaller competitors to overcome that disadvantage.

Falcoon - Spaz is definitely realizing that.

Dunn - Just a few minutes too late, it seems.

As JC approaches, Spaz rolls himself under the bottom rope and to the outside. He walks away from the ring and pushes Missy from her seat at the time keepers table, and closes up her steel chair. Spaz then returns to the ring, sliding back into it and immediately jumping to his feet with the legs of the chair tucked firmly into both of his palms. JC is able to avoid being struck with the chair as he brings a swift toe kick up into Spaz's abdomen -- forcing him to drop the chair to the mat behind him as he involuntarily grabs for his stomach. With Spaz bent over, JC steps forward and tucks his head between his legs.

Dunn - JC's going to try to end it here!

He hooks Spaz's arms against his forearms, which clutching him behind his thighs -- setting up for the Package Piledriver. Somehow Spaz wiggles free while keeping a hold of JC's arm, and spins around his back to lock it into a tight hammerlock.

Falcoon - JC was almost able to lift Spaz up to deliver The Answer.

Kissens - Which wouldn't have just ended the match, y'all. It would have been a career killer.

He only holds the Champion there for a second as he throws his free arm back behind his body, and cracks Spaz across his face with the point of his elbow. Again Spaz bends over, with JC taking off towards the nearest corner.

Dunn - He's going up top?

Falcoon - That's new.

JC scales the turnbuckle, drawing the ire of the crowd as he perches himself upon the top. He signals for the CodeRed, GI's signature manuever.

Kissens - Oh I get it now.

Falcoon - Adding insult to injur--

Before JC can leap off, Spaz stands himself up to his feet and splits JC's legs -- crotching him over the top.

Dunn - That's unfamiliar territory, and JC paid for going to it.

Spaz immediately begins climbing up the corner, but is knocked down by a short jab from JC. Spaz hits the canvas, while JC moves himself off of the top rope and climbs his way back down to the ring. The two men lock eyes and immediately rush towards one another -- with JC lifting his right leg up towards Spaz's face. The Challenger ducks the big boot attempt, and scoops the steel chair off of the canvas in the process. Both men slowly turn themselves around, but as JC does he kicks his right boot up a second time -- kicking the steel chair straight into Spaz's face, and knocking him unconscious.

Falcoon - Big Boot of Death with an assist from the chair!

Dunn - That's what you call domination.

Kissens - And the end of the match.

1... 2... 3!

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

Falcoon - So both belts stay with the Rogues.

Kissens - Not a real shocker, y'all.

JC is handed his Championship, but pulls away from the referee when he tries to hold up his hand. The OWF Tron comes to life as we see Vernon Somoza and Porta Prince standing in front of the Rogues locker room, at their feet lays an unconscious Dude JoB.

Dunn - There's El Plaga.

Falcoon - And now Dude JoB has been attacked.

JC stares at the Tron in a rage.

Vernon Somoza - Tyler Taylor wanted an exclusive!?!? Press record! People around here think that the success we've obtained has been an accident. That El Plaga is nothing more than a fluke, a gimmick and plain simple, a joke. Yet, I think our resume speaks for itself. Porta Prince and I had an issue, but as you see standing before you, after last week we realize, there's bigger problems than our personal squabbles. You see, The Rogues are like the recovering alcoholic who works at the liquor store, they think they're helping but they're only making things worse. Week in and week out, I've had to witness Trent Steel attempt to rewrite wrestling history, Plague go from bad to WORSE, Dude JoB, believe it or not, becoming even MORE irrelevant, and JC forget that his initials stand for Joe Cool, not Jesus Christ. JC thinks he's come with his disciples to come save the wrestling world from cancer. When he speaks of cancer, he often mentions myself, Porta, and this individual.

Ray Lopes comes out of the locker room with blood on his hands.

Vernon Somoza - Now the funny thing about cancer JC is that it grows. You can try to stop it, but unfortunately, there is NO cure. So what you see before you, is the cancer that has grown, and there's nothing you can do to stop it!! Look around the crowd, and you can see the cancer already growing amongst the fans who love WRESTLING. You see JC, call this trio the Caribbean Slaughterhouse, the big tobacco company spreading the cancer throughout OWF!!

The cameras cut back to JC, who looks absolutely pissed.

Dunn - That's our fifth team!

Falcoon - And I can't believe it's going to be Lopes with El Plaga.

Kissens - I believe their name is the Caribbean Slaughterhouse.

Dunn - Lame.

The camera feed cuts to the backstage area, in a dark hallways. The camera zooms to the ground and shows Trent Steel unconscious with his head propped up against the wall as his body lays on the ground with blood all over his face and streaming down his chest.

Dunn - Look! Someone got to Steel!

Falcoon - What the hell is going on?!

Kissens - The Rogues are being assaulted on all fronts!

On the ground next to Trent Steel is a steel folding chair that is heavily dented and stained with blood. The camera then turns around and we can see that the person holding the camera is GI. GI gazes into the camera with a look of hatred and disgust. GI raises his hand that isn't holding the camera and rips a bandage off of his face showing the charred skin around his blood shot eye. GI slowly cracks his neck and looks deep into the camera.

GI - One Down...

GI sets the camera on the ground facing Trent Steel. He then grabs the chair next to Trent's limp body and lays it down on his face. GI then backs up a little bit and delivers a devastating kick to the chair, smashing it into Trent's face, accompanied by a loud thud echoing in the hallway. The camera feed cuts back to the ring to show Joe pacing around fuming with anger.

Falcoon - JC is pissed!

Kissens - GI just got back at Trent for that vicious attack last week.

Dunn - And now he may have to deal with his own brother.

JC exits the ring and reaches the base of the ramp, when a voice cuts through the speakers.

Voice - JC... You made one huge fucking mistake!

The fans jump to their feet and look to the stage.

Dunn - Wait a second...

Falcoon - That's... That's...

Through the curtains, a frail Chase Johnson emerges to a thunderous ovation from the OWF Crowd.

Kissens - CJ'S BACK! CJ'S BACK!

A loud chant of "Welcome Back! Welcome Back!" echoes through the arena, as the former President of the OWF stands on the stage -- a microphone in his right hand, and a lead pipe in his left.

Chase Johnson - You see, I allowed you to play for far too long and it got me nowhere when it came to reasoning with you. Instead of embracing what you could accomplish, you decided you'd make your own path -- and that meant putting me out of business.

JC staggers backwards, and slides himself back into the ring -- not wanting any part of CJ, or his lead pipe.

Chase Johnson - Well you got your wish, I'm not the President of the OWF. In fact, I've been sitting in a hospital bed watching every move you have made since I was put on the shelf.

Chase remains at the top of the stage, keeping himself standing tall with his eyes locked on the ring.

Chase Johnson - BUT! I didn't come here to get my job back, because I have bigger plans for right now. When I was President, I couldn't book myself in a match and I didn't. But, as a competitor? Well, that's up to the President and his discretion.

The fans begin to buzz as they whisper amongst themselves.

Chase Johnson - When I spoke to Specter earlier, I let him in on a little secret JC. A secret I plan to tell you right now. The first thing that assures me dominance over you is that I'll be at Determined and I will be competing in the Three Man Tag Team Tournament. Not to mention, that in the first match you and your Rogue buddies have -- you'll be taking on a team I handpicked.

The crowd explodes in excitement of the announcement just made by their former President.

Kissens - CJ just entered the tournament, y'all!

Dunn - Shut up so we can hear who he is teaming with.

Chase Johnson - My teammates? I think you know them rather well. One's your brother, GI...

From behind Chase, GI walks out from the entrance way to a nice ovation from the crowd -- Trent's blood still drenched upon his flesh.

Dunn - CJ has turned JC's own brother against him!

Falcoon - I'm sure he didn't have to say much to convince him.

Chase Johnson - And the other...

Chase lowers his hand and stares at JC, with GI smiling right next to him.

Falcoon - Well, who is it?

The cameras switch back and forth between the ring and the stage, with JC growing agitated.

Kissens - I'm confused.

Just then the camera cuts to a wave of fans near the ring barricade who start to cheer uncontrollably. They part at the front row as allow a dark figure to hop over the railing, and head towards the ring.

Dunn - Who the hell is that?

The man hops onto the ring apron and enters the ring through the ropes. He keeps his face hidden from view with fast movements, while sneaking up behind JC -- who is finally made aware that there is someone behind him as CJ motions for him to spin around.

Falcoon - I know who that is!

As JC turns he is met with a Superkick to the jaw, which lays him out flat to his back. The fans explode as he hits the canvas, and they finally get a good look at the figure.

Dunn - Wait a second.

Kissens - OH MY GOD!

Falcoon - It's...

Chase Johnson - Greg Jackson!

Greg stands over JC, smiling as the fans are nearly wrecking the arena with vibrations from their cheers.

Kissens - GREGGY!!!

Falcoon - Greg is back, and he's teaming with CJ and GI!

Dunn - What a shock! I'm speechless here.

Falcoon - The fans certainly are not. I can barely hear myself think.

Another chant of "Welcome Back! Welcome Back!" fills the arena, with Jackson keeping his eyes set on the unconscious JC.

Dunn - What a way to head into Determined.

Kissens - We found out the teams, and one of them contains our former President along with my baby's daddy!

Falcoon - It's a shame to say this, but we have run out of time here on Addiction.

Dunn - Oh well, the sooner we get to Determined -- the better.

Kissens - I agree, y'all.

Falcoon - With that, we wish you a good night -- and we'll see you all in six days at OWF Determined, on Pay Per View!

The feed fades from the shot of Greg standing in the ring, to the OWF logo. A few seconds later we drift off to black as the telecast comes to a close.

The scene cuts to the parking lot of the arena, and this time the chaos is imminent. An ambulance stands with its back doors ajar, its sirens wailing at a deafening level. A group of EMTs surround the entrance to the vehicle, waiting with anxious eyes. Suddenly, coming into view, two EMTs wheel a gurney slowly up to the vehicle, its wheels rattling against the pavement. Attached to one side is an IV drip, its cable draping across the body covered in straps, blankets and braces. On the other side, a heart monitor fills the parking lot with its steady beeps. Through the cover of the translucent oxygen mask, we can make out the bloodied, beaten face of Jesse Williams.

EMT - Let's go, let's go, let's go! Load em' up... get out of way! We gotta get him to a hospital! Move it!

On a 3 count they lift the OWF champion into the back of the hospital. The EMTs jump in, the front door slams shut, and the engine roars to life.

As the ambulance drives away, taking with it all the noise; the sirens, the people, the heart monitor-- the parking lot returns to an eerie silence, the wind providing its only soundtrack. The camera slowly pans to the shadows as the last of the sirens fade quietly in the distance, and as they disappear completely, the scene becomes fixated on the darkness. The camera does not waver.

Pulling himself from the blackness, emerging as if he were a ghost, Angel stands with his hands in his pockets, a vacant stare upon his face. The feed fades to static.