Just minutes before the show is to go live, the cameras open up outside of the Outsider Dome in Asheville, North Carolina. Standing outside of the wrestlers entrance we see Garrett Greene holding a microphone, looking around for the latest hot scoop. Unfortunately for him it is mostly empty outside, with a majority of the wrestlers already have made their entrances. A sigh from Garrett Greene and he looks right into the camera.

Garrett Greene - Alright I guess we should head inside now. Show is going to start and this place is dead.

Just as Garrett says that, the camera turns his sights towards a figure steadily approaching the entrance. The two wait there as the man steps up onto the curb, and looks to pass right by them. As he does, the camera gets a good look of his face- showing Jesse Williams with a hooded sweatshirt over his head.

Garrett Greene - Jesse, can I get a word with you?

Jesse stops, adjusting the strap of his duffel back as it sits over his shoulder.

Garrett Greene - How is your condition since you were last seen in the OWF?

Jesse Williams - I'm fine, Garrett. I've kept myself in shape by competing in NLW, and I have nothing to complain about walking in here tonight. Do you have anything worthwhile to ask?

Garrett Greene - Well, a few things regarding your match tonight.

Jesse Williams - Make it quick, I'm sure those Rogue bastards are lurking around here and I don't feel like being ambushed.

Garrett Greene - Well in regards to them, how have you mentally prepared to be in the ring with all three of them at the same time?

Jesse Williams - By accepting that they have an advantage over any single team put together here tonight, and knowing that the rest of the competitors may not have the same motivation to do harm to them that I do.

Garrett Greene - It definitely seems like you are more familiar with the competition than others may be? Do you think you have any edge walking in with that on your side?

Jesse Williams - No amount of prior knowledge matters in a Pool of Blood Match. We're all walking in giving away a bit of our other strengths, knowing the three Rogues will be a tightly knit force.

Garrett Greene - But what if you're teamed with the PDA Champion, Raven Talon? Or EJ Slayer, who you were on good terms with back in June? And what about Angel?

Williams looks off into the distance, no longer acknowledging Greene as he stands in front of him.

Jesse Williams - Yeah, what about him?

Garrett Greene - He is in this match, you know.

Jesse Williams - I'm aware. Are YOU aware that both of us have tried to end the others career by throwing the other from a high place down to the floor? Pool of Blood is just a complete set up for one of us to try again. I know I won't, but who knows where his motivation is. That's all Garrett, I've got to go prepare.

Jesse enters the arena, leaving Garrett staring at the camera before it fades out.

The feed opens up with a wide shot of the Outsider Dome in Asheville, North Carolina -- where the sold out crowd is going bezerk the moment the lights dim down. A video package of past Blood Bath's are shown on the screen as a backing music track blares over the speakers. Red and white fireworks explode in the rafters -- exposing the titanium structure used to hoist the ring during the Pool of Blood Match. The shot sent to feed rapidly changes from the crowd to the stage, and to the ring -- trying to showcase the true energy held inside this venue.

After a few minutes the pyrotechnics die off and all that is left of them is the thick smoke hanging in the roof of the dome. The fans are still as loud as ever, and we get our first real good look at them when the lights come back up. The backing track drops off as the OWF Tron springs to life yet again -- with Former President Chase Johnson appearing on screen. He sits in a chair with a few scars on his face, and his arm in a full cast -- but the fans still cheer him immensely.

Chase Johnson - Hello, and welcome to Blood Bath! This is our eleventh anniversary show, and I couldn't be happier with where we are compared to where we started in 1998. Tomorrow will be the beginning of our twelveth year and I hope we are hear for our twentieth.

The crowd proves to be hopeful as the continue their applause.

Chase Johnson - I am very sorry to inform you that I will not be able to attend tonights show, as you can see, but I wanted to send my best wishes to all those OWFites out there -- and let you all know that the OWF will never die, no matter if we shut our doors or burn the whole building down!

This brings a nice ovation from the disappointed crowd.

Chase Johnson - There aren't many faces from the original days, but the new breed of the OWF made us great. That is why I want to thank anyone who ever put any faith in us. If you continue your support, we can do great things in the future. Now, lets all have a good night of wrestling and thank you for being here.

The feed disappears from the OWF Tron, and the cameras cut right to the announcers booth where we see Gordie Falcoon, Nick Burst and Jackie Kissens sitting with their headsets on their heads.

Falcoon - And with the words from CJ, I bid you a fair AAAAHOOOOO!

Burst - You're lame!

Kissens - He is excited! This is a big night!

Burst - Every night is a big night according to you guys. The first two shows have sucked, and this one may suck less but will still suck.

Falcoon - Well, good to see you're happy to be here Nick!

Burst - Don't taunt me Grunty.

Kissens - Banjo and Kazooie?

Burst - No, guitar and kazoo is what I play in my folk band. I told you this before we went on air.

Falcoon - Okay then. Well folks, it's a pleasure to have you here for Blood Bath on the last night of 2009.

Kissens - And what an awkward year it was.

Falcoon - Some hardships here and there, but we're still kicking.

Burst - Bury someone in a casket, and they'll still be kicking for a while. But they suffocate eventually.

Falcoon - Okay, seriously, what the hell is stuck up your ass?

Burst - Your moms tongue.

Kissens - Classy.

Next to the announcers table the cameras pick up Missy Janson as she stands up to her feet, and moves off to the ring with a microphone in hand.

Burst - Yeah, well thank god we're getting started here. I'm already bored here.

Falcoon - The money isn't that good, so why are you here?

Burst - I really don't know.

The cameras follow her as she climbs up the ring steps and onto the apron -- before stepping through the ropes, and entering the ring.

Kissens - Well we can discuss that later, y'all. Time for the first match!

She centers herself in the ring and brings the microphone to her lips.

Missy Janson - Hello Ladies and Gentlemen, and welcome to OWF Blood Bath!

The raucous crowd screams in excitement, as most of them remain on their feet.

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 fans grow silent as they wait for the competitors to be announced.

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

The lights go out, Paint It Black hits the PA as the lights turn back on Drake runs through the curtains to large cheering with the LillyAss Title around his waist. He walks slowly down the ramp, soaking in his surroundings, as he finally reaches the end of the ramp, one of the crowd goes an insult to far, Drake hurriedly walks back and exchanges words with the member of the crowd, until one of the officials at last separates them. Drake climbs up the stairs, and into the ring.

Burst - Stop carrying that thing around, it's not something to be proud of!

Falcoon - Drake hasn't done much here, but this is one thing he can show off for his time here.

Drake's music fades out as he takes off the LillyAss Title and leaves it on the ring apron. Missy remains in the middle of the ring while Drake backs into his corner.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Birmingham, Alabama... Jeffy Pryce!

The sound of cash registers fills the arena, as viridian green one with nine following zeroes flashes across the big screen, as the opening guitar to My Chemical Romance's rendition of "Desolation Row" hits. "The Billion Dollar Brat" Jeffy Pryce wastes no time in stepping through the curtain, greeting the crowd with a slight sneer, as he makes the universal sign for money with his left hand. His gait one of undeserved confidence, the audience decides his presence in their beloved OWF is not welcome, with the unapathetic meeting him with scattered boos. This appears to have no impact on Jeffy, who slides under the bottom rope, a split second later springing to the second turnbuckle. As his sneer fades into a billion dollar smile, he poses for the benefit of those with flash photography.

Falcoon - Kid sure is cocky.

Burst - He has a silver spoon implanted out of the side of his mouth, what else would you expect?

Jeffy's music fades out as he hops off of the corner, and positions himself across the ring from Drake. Missy Janson promptly leaves the ring and returns to her seat at the time keepers table while the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Jeffy bounces out of his corner, working in a circle around the ring while clapping his hands -- trying to get the crowd on his side, even though they don't follow in line. An apprehensive Drake Munday moves in the opposite direction while inching towards the middle of the ring -- trying to close the distance between him and his opponent. When he gets within striking distance, Drake lunges forward trying to lock up in a collar and elbow tie up but Jeffy Pryce dips under the arms of Drake. He pulls himself around behind Drake, and showboats to the crowd by throwing his hands up in premature celebration. They don't take very kindly to it, and neither does Munday who shakes his head as he turns to square his shoulders to Jeffy Pryce. He goes to grapple with Jeffy once again, but he ducks behind him for a second time in a row. This frustrates Munday to no end, and he quickly turns while trying to grab a hold of Jeffy. When his opponent tries to dip around him again, Munday is one step ahead and turns his body so Jeffy ends up face to face with him -- then Drake leaps into the air and nearly knocks Jeffy's head clear off of his shoulders with a perfectly placed dropkick.

Falcoon - Well Jeffy couldn't avoid him forever.

Kissens - Drake came into this match with a mission, and it's revenge for High Voltage y'all.

Burst - For once I'd like to point out that Drake may actually be the favorite in this one.

The moment Jeffy hits the mat, Drake drops to his knees at his head while swooping his right arm around Pryce's throat. He locks in the headlock, gripping Jeffy tightly and pulling him up to a seated position. Munday slowly leads Pryce off the canvas, controlling his head the whole time as he works his way onto his feet. He brings Jeffy up with him, only to flip him over his hip send him falling to his back with a headlock takedown -- with Munday crashing on top of Jeffy's abdomen, keeping him pressed hard to the mat while Drake wrenches on his head. The referee steps in to see if Jeffy's shoulders are flush to the mat, which they are, and begins a pin count. 1... 2... Jeffy pulls his right shoulder off the mat and keeps it there to avoid any further pinning perdicaments. With his free left hand, Drake brings straight shots to the bridge of Jeffy's nose -- trying to inflict as much damage as possible, while Pryce kicks his legs furiously. After a bit of struggle Jeffy rolls his right shoulder even further up off of the mat, and somehow gets onto his left hip. This stops Drake from striking him as he is pushed off of Pryce, and onto one knee -- still holding the head of Jeffy with his right arm. Pryce uses all of his strength but can't budge Drake from that spot, so chooses to hit him with a closed fist right to his stomach. Munday hunches over trying to avoid being hit in the abdomen any further, but Pryce flails his arm wildly just trying to connect with any part of Munday.

Falcoon - Jeffy is fighting to get out of this.

With Drake distracted by avoiding the strikes, Pryce is able to sneak back up to a standing position and forces Drake to join him. Finally back on his feet, Jeffy brings the point of his left elbow into the gut of Drake. The shot doesn't break the side headlock that is still applied around his head, but Jeffy is undeterred as he brings a second elbow into Munday's stomach. This loosens the hold enough for Pryce to break free as he sprints off towards the ropes he is facing, turning his back to Drake. He turns and bounces off of them back-first, then heads back at Drake who is waiting for him. Jeffy narrowily avoids a clothesline from Munday by ducking under his extended right arm, and continues running to the other side of the ring. He again spins and hits the ropes with his back, but as he is sprung off of them he sees Drake Munday heading right for him. He leans his shoulder into Jeffy and knocks him flat to his back with a shoulder charge. The fans cheer a bit, impressed with Drake's strength being showcased if even for only a second. Munday looks to his right and sprints off to the ropes, with Jeffy rolling over and flopping over onto his stomach right at Drake's feet once he hits the ropes. This forces Munday to hop over Jeffy, and he continues running across the ring. After Drake passes over him, Pryce bounds to his feet and makes his way to the middle of the ring as he watches Munday now hit the opposite set of ring ropes. When Munday runs at Jeffy, Pryce leapfrogs over Drake as he passes under his legs -- but Munday stops right in his tracks. Jeffy lands on his feet with his back to Drake, and when he spins around he is clocked with a closed right fist from Munday -- knocking Jeffy onto his rear.

Kissens - Oof, what a shot from Drake.

Falcoon - You can tell he is getting frustrated.

Burst - You can't blame him. He feels he should decimate Jeffy, and so do we.

Munday has had enough and he reaches down, grabbing a hold of Jeffy by his right arm and yanking him up to his feet. He keeps a tight hold of the arm and uses it to toss Jeffy into motion with an irish whip aimed at one of the corners. Pryce crashes into the turnbuckle pads with his back taking all of the impact, with Drake heading at him full speed. Somehow, Jeffy slips out of the ring and onto the apron outside of the ropes by pulling his body through the middle and top ropes -- forcing Drake to crash into the corner, smacking his chest on the top turnbuckle. He backpeddles towards the middle of the ring while Jeffy grabs a hold of the top rope with both hands.

Kissens - Pryce is setting up for his first bit of offense here!

Burst - That mistake by Drake could be the chance he needs to turn the tide.

He waits patiently for Drake to stumble around and face him, and as he does Jeffy Pryce springboards up to the top rope. He leaps forward at Drake, who suddenly snaps out of his daze and jumps off of his feet to meet Pryce in the air. As he does he grabs a hold of Jeffy around his head, and falls to the mat -- countering his dive with a huge cutter, knocking Pryce out cold.

Falcoon - The Darkness on Pryce!

Burst - Okay, maybe I was wrong.

Munday rolls Pryce's limp body onto it's back, and makes the cover as the fans give a nice ovation for the strong finish. The referee hits the mat, and makes the count. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match... Drake Munday!

Falcoon - What a move to end that match!

Burst - He got lucky, and now he has more to brag about!

Drake makes the referee hold up his hand before he departs the ring, grabbing his LillyAss Title off of the apron and heading to the back. Jeffy Pryce collects himself in the ring as the fans jeer Munday.

Kissens - Either way, Drake is making a strong name for himself.

Falcoon - And he is letting it be known he wants more belts!

Jeffy exits the ring by rolling to the outside, and holds his head in a lot of pain. The cameras follow him as he heads up the ramp, and disappears backstage.

Burst - And as for Jeffy Pryce, time to pack your bags and listen to your father.

Jeffy Pryce reappears from a shot from backstage, as he walks from the entrance area just moments after the end of his match. Just as he tries to walk back to his dressing room we hear a voice speak up.

Official - Excuse me.

Jeffy stops, looking over the man standing in front of him, and tries to speak while catching his breath.

Jeffy Pryce - What?

Official - We just got word that you have the rest of the night off, since you did so well in your first match.

Jeffy Pryce - Well thanks, but no thanks. I want to compete.

Official - No, you don't understand. You will not be in that match.

Jeffy steps forward, confronting the man.

Jeffy Pryce - No, you don't understand. I will be in that match, and you can't stop me!

Jeffy brushes past him and leaves him in his dust.

Falcoon - What is that all about?

Burst - Someone wants Pryce to stay out of the Pool of Blood.

Kissens - His dad?

Burst - Probably, Einstein. Would you want your kid in that match with JC and the Rogues?

Kissens - No.

From behind the official, we catch Garrett Greene talking with Sum Yung Ho.

Garrett Greene - Seriously! I don't want to talk to that guy, you do it!

Sum Yung Ho - I know he's a bit moody, maybe he'll be nice.

Garrett Greene - Gah...

Sum Yung Ho shoves Garrett Greene through a door, the camera follows. A naked Michael Malone is casually sitting on the floor eating brownies, he screams upon seeing the cameraman.

Michael Malone - FUCK!? He's over there!

The camera gratefully turns from Michael Malone over to where Drake Munday is sitting, smiling.

Drake Munday - Sup, Gary.

Garrett Greene - Gary?

Drake Munday - Yep, camera dude, zoom in on my shirt.

The cameraman abides and we see a close up of Drake Munday's black shirt which has in large white lettering: I PINNED PITER on it.

Garrett Greene - You pinned Piter.

Drake Munday - Yes. Michael! Put some trousers on!

We hear stumbling behind us, a yelp of pain...and then groaning.

Drake Munday - Idiot. Anyway, you came into the ass-kickers domain for a reason, I presume?

Garrett Greene - yes, indeed we did. We wondered how it felt to lose in the six-way to Dude Job at High Voltage?

Drake Munday - Oh of course, don't ask about my awesome win over Jeffy. Either way, I didn't lose to that possumy prick.

Garrett Greene - You...didn't?

Drake Munday - I most certainly didn't.

Garrett Greene - What makes you think that?

Drake Munday stands up, red-faced and fuming and goes right into Garretts face.

Drake Munday - You doubt me, hmm? WELL, LA-DE-DA, asshole, check this out!

Drake Munday reaches down to the floor to pick up a rucksack, he opens it and takes out a plastic replica of the OWF Cruiserweight Championship.

Drake Munday - SEE! I'm a double champion. Dude Job cheated, he schoolboy-rolled up everyone. I WON!!! I WON FAIRLY, DESPITE INTERFERENCES FROM JEFFY FUCKING PRYCE!!!!

Garrett Greene - Sure.

Drake Munday - Well he won't be pestering me anymore!

Garrett Greene - What if he is your partner in Pool of Blood?

Drake Munday - Oh crap.

Garrett Greene - You forgot about Pool of Blood?

Drake Munday - What?! No! GET OUT, NOW!!!

Garrett and the camera turn around while Drake hurls things at them, and run past a half-dressed Michael Malone.

Michael Malone - Want a brownie?

The duo continue to leave the locker room, before cutting back to ringside.

Burst - That guy is weird.

Falcoon - Yeah he sure is.

Kissens - How could you forget about Pool of Blood at Blood Bath?

Falcoon - Drake is consumed with his own personal stuff.

Kissens - But he wants more belts, so shouldn't he be focused on the tag belts too?

Falcoon - I don't have all the answers, Jackie.

Burst - Oooh, someones bitchy.

Missy Janson is picked up on camera leaving her seat at ringside, and heading for the ring with a microphone in her right hand. She also brings with her a set of white index cards, which are tucked in the palm of her left hand.

Falcoon - Sorry, I'm really tired.

Kissens - It's new years eve, if you're tired now how will you make it through the night?

Falcoon - I guess I won't.

Burst - No big loss there.

Missy makes her way up the steel ring steps and onto the apron -- entering the ring just after by stepping through the ropes. When she gets to the center of the ring, the fans give her a nice applause.

Falcoon - Just shut up, both of you. It's time for the next match.

Kissens - Wow, he is bitchy y'all.

Missy Janson - The following matchup is scheduled for a one fall, with a sixty minute time limit -- and it is for the WoW Championship!

The fans give a moderate applause, remaining in their seats.

Missy Janson - We received two requests, and per that it will be a one on one match.

Missy looks down to the index card gripped tightly in her left hand.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first... Punky Screwster?

"Do You Wanna Touch?" by Joan Jett hits the speakers, and a woman in a nude full body suit comes out from the back.

Burst - Is she naked?

Falcoon - No, she has that suit on.

Burst - I think I see nips.

She jogs down the ramp and slides into the ring under the bottom rope, immediately bouncing into her corner. Her music fades out as the fans try to decide for themselves if she is clothed or not.

Missy Janson - And her opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada... a former ASW Woman's Champion... Jessica Daly!

"Liquid Dreams" by O Town hits the airwaves as Jessica Daly walks out to the cheers of the crowd. She walks to the ring wearing a black shirt with her image on the front and wearing black wrestling pants.

Falcoon - Wow, that's a big surprise actually.

Burst - Good for her, she needs a pay day.

Kissens - It's good to see her back.

As she gets to the ring she heads up the ring steps and smiles the crowd before heading in between the second and top ring rope by leaning forward and under. Once inside she waves to the crowd. Her music fades out as Missy is handed the WoW Championship and exits the ring.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two women run at each other at full speed, with Punky ducking a clothesline attempt from Daly and spinning around behind her. Daly turns to face her opponent, and ducks under a roundhouse kick from Punky -- then attempts a high kick of her own, which is caught by Punky. She tries a dragon screw leg whip, but Jessica Daly cartwheels off of her free leg and lands on her feet. Punky Screwster kips up to her feet, ala Shawn Michaels, and both competitors leap into the air -- trying to hit dropkicks at the same moment, but only end up striking each others boots before they fall to the mat. They both roll to a knee, and square off -- getting a nice reaction from the crowd.

Kissens - Wow, y'all.

Falcoon - Nice high paced action to start off.

Burst - Mmm action.

The two women get back up to their feet and start to circle one another, waiting for the other to make a move. They eventually lock up, with Punky isolating Jessica's right arm and twisting it. She leads Daly around the ring, keeping the pressure applied at a sharp angle while Jessica winces in pain. The two women get into the center of the ring, where Daly somersaults forward and gets back to her feet, then reverses the standing armbar into one of her own. Punky quickly pulls her arm free and lays a hard chop across the chest of Jessica Daly, backing her off. Screwster steps forward and nails a second chop. The second backs Daly against the ropes, allowing Screwster to step forward and grabs her arm -- yanking her off of the ropes with an irish whip attempt. Daly reverses and ends up sending Punky into a sprint towards the other side of the ring. She avoids hitting the ropes by dropping to the mat and baseball sliding to the outside, pointing to her head as she showboats a bit. As she turns around to return to the ring, Jessica Daly vaults over the top rope and crashes down on top of Punky Screwster -- wiping both competitors out on the floor.

Burst - High risk move paid off for her there.

Falcoon - Punky better keep an eye on Daly the whole time. She's no slouch.

Jessica gets up to her feet and acknowledges the cheering crowd before picking Punky up by her hair and lifting her onto the ring apron. She pushes her opponent into the ring and joins her, sliding in and immediately covering her. The referee makes the count. 1... 2... kickout by Punky. Jessica stands up and brings Punky with her, immediately locking her in a reverse waist lock that Screwster breaks right out of. She swings around behind Daly and grabs her around the waist, with Daly flailing an elbow backwards at her head. Punky ducks and dips her shoulder into the abdomen of Daly -- forcing her backwards to the ropes. The referee tries to break them up, but Punky nails a forearm to Daly's jaw before backing off into the center of the ring. Jessica shakes her head and stumbles forward into a small package attempt -- with Punky pinning Jessica's shoulders to the mat. The referee drops to his knees and makes the count. 1... 2... Daly rolls out of it and flops over onto her back, with Punky sitting up in frustration.

Kissens - She's having a hard time with Jessica here.

Falcoon - Daly is a world class athlete.

Burst - And she had no idea she would be facing her.

Falcoon - Nor did Daly expect to face a woman in a nude body suit.

Burst - Maybe she did, Greg. Maybe she did.

She stands up and grabs Daly by her hair, dragging her back onto her feet and laying a hard forearm to her face. Daly absorbs the shot and falls into a daze. Punky screams and tries for a third, but misses big time as Jessica pops around behind her and scoops her into the air. She drops Punky onto the back of her head with a backdrop suplex, knocking her for a loop and sending the crowd into a frenzy.

Falcoon - Daly looks like she is in great shape.

Kissens - These two are going all out here, y'all.

Burst - The possibility of being a dual champion is very tempting. They better work their asses off.

The moment Daly gets back to her feet to soak in the crowd's reaction, from the back we see Dude JoB walk out, with a wide smile on his face.

Burst - What is he doing here?

Falcoon - Punky is a member of the Rogues, I assume.

Kissens - No wonder she's a weirdo.

He trots down the ramp as Daly takes notice of him, and turns to face him. DJ taunts her openly, which keeps Jessica's attention.

Burst - I know what he's doing! He wants to ensure a fourth member of the Rogues in Pool of Blood.

Falcoon - I didn't even think about that.

Burst - Of course, because you're not intelligent like I.

As he makes it to ringside Dude JoB hops up on the apron, but just then Raven Talon and Mikey "The Shark" Austin run out from the crowd and yank him from the ring. Security comes down and ushers all three men towards the back, with Punky coming up from behind Jessica Daly and rolling her up with an O'Connor Roll -- sitting on her thighs with Daly's shoulders to the mat.

Burst - Punky with the cover after that distraction!

The referee dives in and makes the count. 1... 2... Daly kicks out, with Punky getting angry. She immediately reaches down and grabs Daly by her hair, and starts pulling her up from her knees -- when Daly grabs Punky's head, and executes a jaw breaker. Screwster falls to her back, and without hesitation Jessica runs to the corner and springs up to the top rope. She looks down at Punky and leaps, flipping forward and hitting a Swanton Bomb. She remains on top of her opponent for a cover.

Kissens - She calls that Sealed!

Burst - Proper.

The referee dives into place and makes the count. 1... 2... 3!

Falcoon - Daly wins!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and NEW WoW Champion... JESSICAAA DALY!

The fans rejoice as the belt is brought into the ring and handed to her after her quick victory. Jessica takes hold of it, and brings it high above her head -- allowing the fans to join in with her celebration.

Burst - Nothing like making an impact with one match.

Falcoon - Jessica Daly came out of literally nowhere, and now she has a spot in the Pool of Blood Match -- where she could become a dual champion!

Kissens - Good to see a woman doing big things. Last one around here was Moxie Roxie.

Burst - I don't know any of these names. I should just leave.

Falcoon - Not yet Nick, we have two incredible matches left.

Burst - Fine, but if they suck I'm holding you responsible.

Jessica leaves the ring with the belt over her shoulder, as we cut to a commercial.

DRIFT & DIE
LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW, DATE TO BE ANNOUNCED
FROM THE MADISON SQUARE GARDEN IN NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK!

MATCHES ANNOUNCED

OWF NETWORK CHAMPIONSHIP
Competitors To Be Announced

OWF PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AGGRESSION CHAMPIONSHIP
FTW -- FIRE, TACKS AND WIRE -- MATCH
Raven Talon (Champion)
Vs
Trent Steel (Challenger)

As we come back from commercial, the cameras catch the new WoW Champion, Jessica Daly, leaving the arena with her bags packed. Hot in pursuit we see Garrett Greene rushing to catch a word with her.

Garrett Greene - Jessica! Wait up!

She ignores him completely as a black stretch limosuine pulls up right to the curb, and she pops the door open. She disappears inside as Garrett runs to the closing door -- and the limo speeds away. Greene looks at the rear of the vehicle, which has a license plate that reads "COB".

Garrett Greene - Crypt of Blood? What the--

Voice - Excuse me.

Garrett is tapped on the shoulder and spins around, seeing a member of the medical staff removing a pair of bloody gloves. Garrett checks his suit jacket for any liquid on it, then at the doctor.

Doctor - I've been trying to find someone in charge here, but I have no idea where they'd be.

Garrett Greene - So what's up?

Doctor - I can't clear Jeffy Pryce for competition in the Pool of Blood Match tonight.

Garrett Greene - Fuck, really?

Doctor - I'm sorry to say so, but yeah. I don't think he was physically prepared to handle the beating he got, so he is out.

Garrett Greene - Alright, I'll relay the message.

The feed cuts away from backstage, and heads back to ringside with a shot of the announcers booth.

Falcoon - So Daly left, and Pryce is out even though he says he is in.

Burst - That drops the list of possible teams to three.

Kissens - It figures the Rogues would get lucky like that, y'all.

Falcoon - We don't know how the teams are going to stack up yet, so it's hard to say.

Kissens - Don't be surprised if Pryce shows up.

Burst - I won't be.

From next to the announcers, Missy Janson picks herself to her feet with a microphone in hand. She moves towards the steel ring steps as the fans know what match is next up -- and promptly stand.

Falcoon - Well that's coming up later, because now we have a truly epic showdown.

Kissens - One that we have been waiting for, well, since the OWF started.

Burst - Angel is awesome, Slayer is awesome. This match -- awesome.

Missy makes it onto the apron and steps through the ropes -- making her way into the ring, and moving to the center of it. She faces the hard camera as the fans all of a sudden begin to get really out of control.

Missy Janson - It is time for the first Main Event of the Evening, which is a Dream Match scheduled for a one fall, with a sixty minute time limit.

The fans who were seated all jump to their feet, shooting their eyes towards the stage. They lower their volume a bit, but the intensity is all there.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Dallas, Texas... EJ Slayer!

"Binge and Purge" by Clutch hits, followed by a chorus of boos. EJ Slayer walks from the back, sporting a smile on his face. He begins trotting down the aisle, looking into the eyes of the fans that line the ramp as they boo the hell out of him.

Kissens - Still no love lost for EJ Slayer, it seems.

Burst - It's all jealousy.

Eventually Slayer makes his way to the base of the ramp and slides under the bottom rope with a determined look on his face. He stands in the ring and threatens to hit the referee just for standing too close.

Burst - See, that referee was trying to get photographed near Slayer so he could post it in Facespace.

Kissens - Face space, eh?

Burst - Or that MyTwit, or twat. I don't know your interweb jargon!

Slayer's music fades out and he backs into his corner, with Missy lifting the microphone up to her mouth -- which much adulation from the crowd.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Smithtown, New York... Making his long awaited return to the OWF... Angel!

The soft, yet haunting piano melodies of "The Coming Curse" by Iced Earth calmly resonate from the speakers. As the sound fills the arena, a faint beam of golden light shines on the entrance. There are a few moments of silence as the piano continues, then the distorted guitars kick in and flames shoot up lining the ramp. Angel slowly walks out, observing his surroundings and surprised by the huge welcome he receives.

Falcoon - Angel is back!

Burst - Good for him, so am I.

Kissens - No this is HUGE for the OWF and for the Farewell Tour.

He continues to the ring in this same manner, and only when he is in the middle of the ring for a few moments does the music stop, echoing throughout the arena.

Burst - We'll see how huge it is when Slayer takes his head off.

The fans hoot and holler, breaking into a chant of "Welcome Back! Welcome Back!" -- repeating the phrase over and over while Angel warms himself up in the corner.

Falcoon - The fans are thrilled to see Angel back in action!

Kissens - For a while there it didn't seem like it would ever be possible, y'all.

Missy exits the ring, and the bell sounds the second her feet hit the floor.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men walk to the center of the ring, meeting face to face without saying a word. The tension is thick, and the fans are all on their feet just waiting for the action to begin. The few seconds they stay in their staredown feel like hours to the crowd and all those watching live at home. Then out of nowhere, Slayer gets the match going as he brings his right elbow across the left side of Angel's jaw. The shot backs him off, with EJ stepping forward and nailing an equally devastating elbow to just about the same spot the first hit. Angel is taken back by EJ's flurry of high impact offense, and can't form up any resistance to them as a third elbow find its mark on Angel's face. With Angel on the ropes, Slayer steps in and whips him to the mat with a snapmare take down -- sitting Angel on the mat before driving his knee into the small of Angel's back. He keeps his knee cap pressed against Angel's spine while hooking the front of his face in a rear chinlock -- bending Angel's upper body backwards. He kicks the mat in pain as Slayer attacks Angel's only weak point from his fall, with Angel trying to pull EJ's hands off of his face. He is unable to break the clasp of his hands, and instead opts for another way to break out by rolling to his right -- digging his knee cap into the canvas. Slayer is forced to move with him, but keeps his hands linked together under Angel's chin and tries to steer him in the opposite direction -- hoping to drop him back to his rear. He is unable to do so as Angel powers himself back to his feet, and immediately looks to bring an elbow to EJ's gut but Slayer blocks it, then quickly locks Angel in a tight wrist lock. His opponent has little time to adjust as Slayer tucks Angel's arm in to his chest, and throws him to the canvas with a hiptoss. The moment he impacts the canvas, Slayer secures Angel's right arm under his left armpit and begins wrenching backward -- bending his arm in a way it should never be bent.

Kissens - EJ has established control in this match.

Falcoon - That could turn at the drop of a hat.

Burst - Which is why he has to do as much damage as he can now, while Angel is on the defensive.

The referee gets into Angel's face, asking him if he wants to give up but Angel dismisses him. He yells in pain with the stronger competitor, Slayer, smiling to soak in his advantage. Shuffling his legs back and forth Angel is able to begin dragging himself towards the nearest set of ring ropes while EJ does his best to maintain his hold of Angel's arm. He is able to slip it out just enough for Angel to kick his right foot over the bottom rope, prompting the referee to come in and call for a break of the hold. Slayer doesn't follow his suggestion, causing the referee to begin a manditory five count. 1... 2... 3... 4... And just as he is about to get to five, Slayer whips Angel's arm down to the mat.

Falcoon - Slayer better be careful or he's going to get himself disqualified in the early going here.

Burst - First, I doubt he's worried about that. Second, he's smarter than to do over look something that simple.

Kissens - You never know, he did get double disqualified for a tournament qualifier back in April of last year.

Burst - I don't know what you're talking about, but this isn't a tournament and it's not April of last year.

Slayer stands himself back up to his feet and lays a boot to the exposed back of Angel, trying to keep him down on the mat. With both palms pressed to the canvas, Angel shrugs off a second boot as he makes progress getting up to his feet. Slayer switches tactics as Angel plants his feet on the canvas, and hammers down across Angel's back with a clubbing forearm. This keeps him doubled over, and therefore exposed abdominally which is exactly where EJ brings his upswinging knee. He is stood up straight and desperately tries to catch his breath after having the wind knocked out of him -- but Slayer doesn't allow it, pressing his hands against Angel's chest and forcing him back up against the ropes. EJ grabs a hold of his slightly damaged right arm, and uses it to irish whip Angel from the ropes and into a full sprint across the ring. The moment of release, EJ turns and walks to the middle of the ring -- watching Angel turn and hit the opposite set of ropes with his back. He springs off of them and rushes back at Slayer, who dips his shoulder into Angel's stomach while hooking both his hands under Angel's thighs. He lifts his opponent straight into the air, spins around to face the other direction, and lays out on top of Angel to execute a huge spinning spinebuster. Angel's head snaps off of the mat, and he brings both of his arms around his neck with his face showing the pain he is going through.

Burst - First with the strikes, then with submissions and now he's going for power.

Falcoon - And this match just really started ten minutes ago.

EJ grabs Angel by his hair and starts to lead him to his feet, with Angel doing his best to fight him off. He nails a hard fist to Slayer's gut, followed by another right below it, but his opponent remains unphased. Slayer yanks Angel up to his feet and immediately hooks him between his legs -- hoisting him up, then swinging him down to the mat with a scoop slam. The pain from being brought down flush on his back forces Angel to flop over onto his stomach, as EJ watches his every move. Slayer lays out and drops a hard elbow to the small of Angel's back, immediately sweeping himself back up to his feet -- only to fall back down on top of Angel, driving an even more pointed elbow drop to his spine the second time around. EJ gets right back up to his feet and straddles Angel, making sure to hook both of his arms over his bent knees as he locks Angel in a camel clutch. He really applies the pressure once he sits down on Angel's lower back and pulls his head backwards, with the referee moving in to check on Angel's condition. He kicks his feet and gets onto his knees, which gives him enough leverage to roll his arms off of Slayer's knees. EJ keeps a crossface over Angel's mouth, but is forced to relinquish it as his opponent starts moving back towards his feet.

Falcoon - I give Angel credit, because he's trying his damnedest to reverse his fortune here.

Burst - He may get too behind to be able to pull off a comeback at any point.

Kissens - Angel has been defeated before, but I don't think I've ever seen someone dominate him this way y'all.

Falcoon - Slayer is like no one Angel has faced before, and vice versa.

The moment Angel stands back up to his feet, EJ slays a stiff kick to the back of both of his knees -- buckling Angel down to them on the mat. He measures up Angel by backpeddling a few steps away from him, then rushes forward. Slayer bends Angel backwards as he sits out and cracks Angel across his throat with a devastating clothesline. Angel's right leg remains tucked under his body while his left is extended outward, as Slayer mounts him and starts delivering pummeling right hands right to his face. The referee tries to stop him from doing so, but gets shoved back as EJ turns his attention back to Angel. He lays a quick combination of shots before finally standing up, and admiring his handy work. Angel pulls his hair from his face, showing a tiny cut opened up on his forehead that isn't producing that much blood at the moment. He does his best to keep fighting on, but his sustained damage since the beginning of the match has taken a toll. EJ watches his opponent very intently while the crowd chants "Angel! Angel!", trying to get behind the returning superstar. Slayer seems energized by the chants, and grows tired of waiting for Angel to get up -- stepping forward and grabbing two handfuls of his hair. He tugs Angel's head from the canvas and begins leading him up to his feet, only to throw him back-first into the nearest corner. He approaches him head on and lays a devastating knife edge chop to his chest. He takes the time to hook both of Angel's arms over the top rope before slamming him right in the jaw with a hard forearm. After the shot to the face, Slayer backs all the way across the ring and positions himself in the opposite corner.

Burst - Angel is going to get smushed!

Kissens - Smushed?

Burst - Crushed, flattened, pancaked -- whatever you call it, he's going to be it!

EJ screams loudly as he takes off into a sprint, quickly getting up to full speed. Just when it seems like all hope is lost, Angel moves out of the corner and Slayer crashes into it chest first. As he staggers out of it, Angel takes his chance and moves in behind Slayer -- hooking him in a full nelson, and suplexing him over his head. As Slayer's head and neck make impact with the canvas, Angel bridges his back trying to keep him held in a pin but he is unable to do so -- but keeps the full nelson held on Slayer.

Falcoon - What a Dragon Suplex!

Burst - First move he hit all night, but he couldn't get the pin because of his back.

Kissens - Wouldn't have gotten him the win anyways, so it's for the best y'all.

Angel uses the strength in his arms to roll Slayer to the left, and then plants his feet to get up to his feet -- bringing EJ up with him, still in the full nelson.

Falcoon - He's got EJ Slayer back up and he's going to slam him again!

Burst - If he wants to do anything in this match, he's going to have to stay on him like he is doing now.

As soon as both men get up, Slayer breaks his right arm free and spins away from Angel while holding onto his left wrist with his left hand. He attempts a short armed clothesline, but as Slayer pulls Angel in towards him he doesn't budge -- and instead, he bursts forward and headbutts EJ Slayer right between the eyes. The shot takes him off guard for a moment, giving Angel time to step forward and bring a thunderous right knee into Slayer's gut -- and only then does he show signs of being dazed from striking EJ's thick skull with his own. With EJ bent over, Angel bends over and grabs him in a gutwrench hold -- then flips him over onto his back with a gordbuster. The moment the two hit the mat, Angel locks in a dragon sleeper on EJ as he gets back onto his feet behind Slayer to really crank on his neck. EJ's relative freshness allows him to bridge his back, and gets himself back on his feet although still held in the dragon sleeper. He applies more pressure as Slayer's legs try walking him towards the ropes. The two men end up near one of the corners as the referee steps in and checks on EJ, who refuses to even acknowledge him. EJ is able to place his right foot on the middle turnbuckle, and uses it to boost himself up and plant his left foot on the top turnbuckle. He tries to backflip over Angel to break the hold, but somehow he is swung into a standing firemans carry position over Angel's shoulders.

Falcoon - My god, what strength displayed by Angel!

Angel swings Slayer off of his shoulders, and brings him down to the canvas with a hold on his head -- executing a falling cutter, and driving EJ's face right into the canvas.

Kissens - Any doubts about his back now?

Burst - See what happens as this match goes on, then talk to me.

Angel holds his back is a bit of pain, while Slayer cups his hands over his face. The crowd is going absolutely bezerk at this time, eagerly awaiting both men to return to their feet. Angel perks himself up on the point of his left elbow, glancing over at Slayer who has rolled onto his back and now has a hold of the bottom rope with his right hand. He curls his legs up towards his chest and rolls over onto his knees, briefly turning his back to Slayer as he gets to all fours. Meanwhile EJ grabs a hold of the second rope with his other hand and uses it to pull himself up to a seated position, leaning against the bottom rope with his back. He watches Angel stagger up to his feet, and doesn't move an inch in the way of getting back up -- instead choosing to wait for Angel to approach him. He turns and heads to Slayer, only to receive a hard boot to the gut once he gets back within striking distance. EJ uses the ropes to add extra force into his kicks, as a second finds it's mark as well. The shots gas Angel a bit, forcing him to back up and therefore letting EJ return to his feet at his own pace. He swings up onto the soles of his boots with an assist from the ropes, and immediately steps forward while throwing a wide right hook. The swing connects right behind Angel's left ear, knocking him to his right as he loses his sense of balance. While his equilibrium resets itself, Slayer watches and waits for Angel to square his shoulders to him once more -- with Angel's stagger putting a good amount of distance between the two. When he finally stumbles around, Slayer is already in a full sprint heading right at him -- but Angel is prepared. As the two bump chests, Angel underhooks both of Slayer's arms and tosses him over his head with a release belly to belly suplex that sends EJ crashing down onto his tailbone. The shock of impact travels throughout his body and keeps him immobilized while Angel just now gets his second wind.

Burst - This is the Angel I remember.

Falcoon - He has a lot of momentum going, and it's good to see it!

Kissens - Now it's a matter of if he can maintain it, or if his time out of the ring will play a factor.

With his adrenaline kicking full bore, Angel approaches the seated EJ Slayer and drags him to his feet with a hold around his neck. As he brings Slayer up he bends him forward and hooks him up in a front face lock, followed by hooking his right arm over his head. Instead of suplexing him right out of the hold, Angel reaches down with his left arm and hooks EJ's right leg at the knee -- then furiously swings him straight into the air. He falls to his back and drops Slayer right on his head with a fishermans buster, with Angel keeping EJ's leg hooked as he rolls over his chest. The referee dives into position and makes the count. 1... 2... kickout by Slayer. Angel gets up to his knees and makes a throat cutting gesture, giving Slayer no time to recover as he scoops his head from the canvas and begins aiding him back to his feet. He tucks EJ's head between his legs and bends himself forward to secure a hold around EJ's abdomen.

Burst - Here we go...

Kissens - He's going for Angel's Redemption!

Just as he tries to lift him up, Angel's adrenaline burst runs out and the pain returns to his lower back. He is forced to a knee while Slayer collapses to all fours, with both men taking time to nurse their wounds.

Burst - See, his back is hurt.

Kissens - I have eyes.

Burst - Just no brain.

They both seem to be at the same pace in returning to their feet, while they both have put a bit more distance between them. Slayer slowly pushes himself up to a knee, while Angel sees this and starts taking measures to get up to his feet before EJ can. At the exact same moment they bound up to their feet, and both stagger back a few steps due to the sustained beatings they have been dishing out. Just when the fans seem to quiet down and expect the pace to slow, both men run back towards the middle of the ring -- and absolutely decimate each other with vicious clotheslines at the exact same time, leveling one another. Both men collapse to the canvas gasping for air while the fans explode into a loud ovation for them equally.

Burst - If these two keep at it, there will be nothing left for the Pool of Blood.

Falcoon - I doubt they care about that compared to what a one on one win here could do.

Burst - Again, you assume way too much about these guys.

The referee steps in and checks on both men, then starts the manditory ten count. 1... 2... 3... Slayer starts to move first, shifting his weight to his right side while Angel begins rolling over onto his stomach. 4... 5... 6... 7... Slayer gets up to a knee and uses the remaining time to catch his breath, while Angel uses the strength in his arms and legs to get up to all fours. 8... 9... EJ gets up to both feet just a second before Angel gets up to his as well, breaking the referee's count and continuing the match. As Angel staggers to his feet he gets caught with a hard right hook from EJ Slayer, knocking him back a step. He shakes his head and without much of a hesitation returns fire, catching EJ with a right hand to his nose. Slayer shrugs off Angel's punch and lays in a hard elbow strike across his left cheek -- knocking him back once more. Angel uses the new space to wind up and crack Slayer right upon his chin with a wild haymaker, dropping his larger adversary to his left knee.

Kissens - These two aren't going to stop until the other is unconscious.

Burst - May be neccessary with these two guys.

He takes a moment to collect himself, then stands himself up in front of Angel -- bringing his right bicep under his jaw with a hard hitting european uppercut. Angel fires right back with one of his own, but Slayer goes without showing a sign of damage as he replies with a stiff open hand chop across Angel's chest. The fans are going nuts as this point, with the back and forth action continuing as Angel hits Slayer across his sternum with a knife edge chop. He doesn't give Slayer a chance to respond, as he hits another slicing chop that lights up Slayer's chest. Just when Angel seems to be getting on a roll, EJ cuts his momentum short with a well placed boot to the abdomen, then a hard right elbow strike to the bridge of Angel's nose. He quickly backs Angel against the ropes with a hold of his right arm, and goes for an irish whip which is easily reversed by Angel. Instead of throwing EJ into a sprint Angel steps right in front of him as he yanks Slayer towards him, then bends himself over -- dipping his shoulder into Slayer's abdomen. He flips his opponent up over his back and EJ soars through the air, eventually crashing down flat to his back with a ton of force. The fans get excited all over again and watch the ring as EJ's own adrenaline picks him from the canvas and sends him staggering back at Angel even though he doesn't have his legs under him. It shows, too, when Angel takes Slayer to his back with one quick right hand to the jaw -- but yet again, EJ springs from the canvas with the intention of getting back to Angel. When he reaches his adversary Angel drops him with a straight right hand, bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet as he eggs Slayer to get up one more time. Even though he has been on the receiving end of Angel's sudden offense, Slayer rolls off of his right hip and right onto his feet for a third time. He waivers with his steps towards Angel, who winds up and swings his right forearm at EJ's head -- looking to knock him down for the last time. He misses by a large margin which at first looks like EJ stumbled just out of the path of Angel's arm -- but everyone is proved wrong when EJ Slayer quickly gains a spring to his step, and rounds behind Angel. He quickly locks his arms around Angel's midsection with a reverse waist lock, and before anyone knows what happens Angel is flung into the turnbuckle pads with a sickening release german suplex.

Falcoon - Holy fuck, holy FUCK!

Kissens - His back is broken guys, it has to be now.

Burst - How the hell did the ring not break with that?

Falcoon - Slayer came out of nowhere with that.

Burst - And I think that's his last ounce of strength being used. If he gets the cover, it's over.

Every member of the crowd falls almost completely silent after their intital gasp. Angel lays crumbled in the corner, while EJ catches his breath on his back. He eventually rolls onto all fours and grabs a hold of Angel's right foot to pull him away from the ropes. With no signs of struggle EJ easily pulls Angel out of the reach of a rope break, and finally drops down over Angel, with the referee at the ready to make the count. 1... 2... 3-- NO! Angel gets his shoulder up, and the referee waives off the bell ringing.

Falcoon - What the hell! He kicked out!?

The fans lose their minds and begin to shake the entire arena with their cheers and stomping feet. EJ rolls off of Angel and stares into the palms of his hands.

Burst - I think he's trying to figure out what it will take to put down Angel for good.

Slayer steps up to his feet and turns his attention towards his opponent almost immediately. EJ just stares down at Angel while he bends to grab a hold of his hair, then slowly lifts him from the canvas. He looks right into his opponents eyes just one moment before irish whipping him across the ring. Angel's body can barely support itself on his legs, but he manages to turn his back to the ropes and springs off of them. He dangerously sprints back at EJ Slayer who telegraphs a back body drop by bending himself forward a second too early. Angel stops short of EJ and clubs him on the back of the head with his forearm, then steps forward to tuck EJ's head between his legs. He reaches down and grabs Slayer around his waist and lifts him up over his shoulder -- showing a lot of pain on his face. He holds EJ over his back in a crucifix position, with the fans exploding in excitement.

Falcoon - He's going for Angel's Redemption again!

Burst - His back can't support the weight for long.

Slayer kicks his legs and slides down Angel's back, immediately turning to grab him from behind. Without a second to waste, Slayer locks Angel in a katahajime submission hold, pulling him right to the center of the ring as Angel flails his free arm trying to break out.

Kissens - He has The Stranglehold applied to Angel!

Falcoon - He beat Joseph Mason and Plague in the same night with that move.

EJ falls to his back and scissors the body of his opponent with his legs, really giving Angel nowhere to go.

Burst - Well that's it now.

Angel starts to lose consciousness, but keeps trying anything to get free. The referee watches closely, and when Angel stops responding he grabs a hold of his right arm. He lifts it into the air and drops it down -- watching it as it falls to the mat. The referee yells out a count of one, then immediately takes Angel's arm once more. He hoists it up and lets go, with it dropping down to the canvas a second time. The fans get loud, hoping Angel will break out of it as the referee picks his hand up for the third and final time, then lets it go.

Kissens - It's ove--

Angel bridges up his legs and keeps his arm up, forcing Slayer's shoulders to the mat with all of Angel's weight pressing him down.

Burst - What the!

The referee is right there and begins the count. 1... 2... 3!

Falcoon - Angel comes from the brink of defeat and beats EJ Slayer! What a match!

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

Both men lay on the mat completely exhausted, and they receive a huge applause for their efforts.

Kissens - I hope they left something for the Pool of Blood Match.

Burst - Not much of a choice, it seems. If those two aren't in, what's the point of having the match?

Angel gets up to his knees, and has his arm raised in the air by the referee. Another cheerful ovation comes from the crowd, then Angel pulls his arm away to tuck it against the small of his back in a lot of pain. Slayer rolls onto his rear holding the back of his head, glaring at Angel from across the ring.

Kissens - Well I certainly hope we see them there, because the better the chance will be the Rogues don't leave with the belts.

Falcoon - It's true, because no matter who they team with -- those two will most certainly be in the ring when it starts to rise.

From the shot of the two warriors nursing their wounds we cut backstage yet again, finding Garrett Greene sitting in a makeshift office in the mens bathroom.

Burst - So we go from solid competition, to a solid crap?

He is on his cell phone and going through scattered papers on the counters holding the sinks.

Garrett Greene - Yes, I know, I know. But we still have six guys...

Greene pauses.

Garrett Greene - Okay, okay. So I have those teams jotted down, anything else?

Garrett sighs.

Garrett Greene - No, it's next.

He bites his lip for a moment while being scolded.

Garrett Greene - ALRIGHT SORRY!

Garrett closes the phone and picks up all of his papers into a very messed up pile. He runs out of the bathroom and heads down the hallway -- looking to head down to ringside as the cameras cut to the ring.

Falcoon - Finally we find out the combinations. Honestly I want to know who was on the phone.

Burst - I got no clue there, but nothing like giving the challengers a chance to rest, though.

Kissens - Well they still have a lot to set up.

Just as she says those words, four titanium cables tighten from the base of all four corners of the ring. They extend upward to a pulley system attached to a large "X" shaped structure built into the roof of the Outsider Dome. The ring is lifted straight up into the air, revealing the cables being attached to a two inch thick plate that is as wide and long as the ring bolted underneath it.

Kissens - Oh, forgot about that.

From the ramp we see large steel carts being ushered out by ring technicians, with large plexiglass panels as their cargo. The fans scream in excitement as the special additions to the arena make it much easier to set up and dismantle large structures.

Falcoon - When CJ put these things in the blueprints, you never would have thought it would come off this good.

Burst - Eh, it's alright.

The ring stops it's movement about fifteen feet in the air as the technicians move in under the ring, and begin pushing back the guardrails to accomodate the plexiglass pool. A few others begin laying out the pieces where they belong, and snapping them together as the structure starts to form. The camera moves away from ringside and heads to the ramp, where Garrett Green steps through the curtain just after a large septic tank is rolled out from the back by six men.

Kissens - Here's Garrett.

Burst - I knew I smelt something funny.

Falcoon - I think that's the pig guts and blood.

Burst - Debatable.

Garrett pulls a microphone out of his jacket pocket and holds it tightly in his left hand, shifting the papers to his right.

Garrett Greene - Alright everybody, how has your night been so far?

Still on a high from the first Main Event, the fans roar in approval.

Garrett Greene - Good, good. In just a few minutes we will be ready for the last match of the evening, but before we can do that I must divulge some good news, and some bad news.

The fans in attendance get a bit uneasy as the septic tank reaches the plexiglass pool.

Garrett Greene - Bad news, Jessica Daly and Jeffy Pryce are now no longer scheduled to be participants in the Pool of Blood Match -- which threw off the office on what teams needed to be made. Good news is that I have the teams all set up to announce for you right now!

They change their stance and begin cheering loudly.

Garrett Greene - The first team will be made up of Angel and EJ--

Just as he begins to mutter the second competitors name, Greene is struck full force in the back of the head with a steel chair -- knocking him unconscious on the ramp. His papers scatter as the culprit is revealed to be Trent Steel, with JC not far behind him -- as both men wear their respective Tag Titles around their waists.

Kissens - Great, now we'll never find out who the teams are!

Falcoon - I think we were about to see Slayer and Angel together as a team!

Burst - That's complete speculation.

The fans give them hell as Trent discards the steel chair, and replaces it with a hold of Garrett's papers and the microphone he dropped.

Trent Steel - Sorry guys, bit more of bad news. Garrett Greene will no longer be able to make the team announcements, seeing as how I just maimed the mother fucker!

The crowd voices their displeasure with The Rogues, while construction continues on the plexiglass pool.

Trent Steel - Good news is, we get to announce the teams instead! So where were we?

JC steps forward.

JC - Angel was teaming with someone, so Team One.

Trent Steel - Right, okay, well Angel looks to be slated to partner up with..

His eyes scan over the paper sarcastically.

Trent Steel - Wow, he's going to be teaming with Drake Munday!

Falcoon - What?!

Kissens - That's not what Garrett was going to say!

The fans boo loudly as JC and Steel have a good laugh, and go over the rest of names.

Trent Steel - The second team is a real, real doozy. First, our good friend Dude JoB. And his partner... EJ Slayer! Holy cow!

They mock surprise as the jeers get louder and louder.

Trent Steel - Well that just leaves Jesse Williams to team up with Raven Talon -- and I think that shows real potential to be a well rounded team!

The two men can't contain their laughter anymore, and they head off down to ringside -- with the plexiglass structure complete. The ring is slowly lowered down on top of the structure, positioned directly in the center.

Falcoon - They just made their own rules yet again.

Burst - Who is there to stop them?

Kissens - No one, it seems. None of these teams will work well together.

Falcoon - That was their point.

While the ring is lowered, a few technicians hang back to attach a hose onto the tank and laying it inside of the pool. They unleash the dreaded mixture which quickly begins to fill up along the four foot edges of plexiglass. Trent Steel and JC take off their championships and hand them off to a referee stationed at ringside, who brings them around the structure and lays them on the time keepers table. Missy Janson stands up with a microphone in hand as the champions round the ring as well, moving away from the entrance ramp.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the second Main Event of the Evening -- and it is a Pool of Blood Match, for the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships! There will be four teams in the match, all of them starting outside the Pool of Blood. For the first five minutes, it will be a free for all to get into the ring. At the five minute mark, the ring will slowly begin to ascend towards the roof. Any competitor who is not inside, or on the apron of the ring once it is out of reach will be eliminated from the match.

Missy pauses to catch her breath.

Missy Janson - It will stop movement when the base of the ring is at a height of ten feet over the ring. After the ring is in movement, any eliminations must be secured by tossing your opponent over the top rope and into the Pool of Blood. The ring will move once more, to a height of fifteen feet at fifteen minutes into the match.

The fans cheer.

Missy Janson - Already at ringside, they are the current reigning OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions... JC and Trent Steel -- The Rogues!

Their cheers turn instantly into boo's for both men, and their recent actions.

Falcoon - Well the most cohesive team has the best shot, I think.

Burst - And that's the champions. They're smart.

They jaw with the fans at ringside, as Missy moves on to her other announcements.

Missy Janson - And their opponents. First, the team of the LillyAss Champion, Drake Munday, and Angel!

The two men emerge from the back a good distance apart, never acknowledging one another. Angel has a bit of a hitch in his step from his match with Slayer, but remains focused on the structure in front of him.

Kissens - How can you expect these two to work together in any fashion?

Burst - Listen sweetie, only one member of your team has to get in that ring in order to qualify. They can be on their own missions, but ultimately every challenger is working towards the same goal.

Angel and Munday round the ring, with JC and Steel making sure to stay completely across from wherever they stand. JC and Steel start going over their game plan as Missy continues her introductions.

Missy Janson - The second team, coming to the ring now, Dude JoB and EJ Slayer!

EJ Slayer comes out from the back, still damaged from his match with Angel, without his partner in tow. It seems as if he is going it alone as he makes it down to ringside, when Dude JoB pokes his head out from backstage and slowly makes his way down the ramp.

Burst - This is a team to watchout for.

Falcoon - Watchout for what? A double cross?

Burst - Basically, yes a double cross.

Falcoon - Well you're going to get that, I can promise you.

Slayer keeps shooting his eyes to his supposed partner, keeping him in mind as just of a threat as anyone else.

Kissens - Slayer really is the only guy who is all alone out there.

Falcoon - He should be used of that by now.

Dude JoB makes it to ringside, but remains separated from his Rogue allies by his partner for this match.

Missy Janson - And the last team, the OWF PDA Champion Raven Talon, and the OWF World Champion, Jesse Williams!

Jesse Williams walks out through the curtains with Raven Talon right behind him.

Falcoon - These two look thrilled.

Williams keeps his eyes set on the ring side area, with Talon following him a few steps behind. Missy returns to her seat at the time keepers table, while the referee takes his position on the outside.

Burst - Well there are the participants, lets get this started.

The referee is just about to call for the bell, when he is interrupted.

Voice - And the last entrant, with no team what-so-ever...

Jeffy Pryce walks out from the back, holding a microphone to his mouth.

Jeffy Pryce - Weighing in at one hundred and eighty nine pounds, from Birmingham, Alabama... Jeffy Pryce!

He drops the microphone on the stage and runs down the ramp just as the bell sounds.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

00:00

Falcoon - Jeffy is in, but if he wins does that mean he's both Tag Champs?

Burst - I guess so!

The moment the bell rings, Dude JoB jumps into the pool and is immediately knee deep in the liquid mess. He trudges through it heading to the ring, while JC and Trent Steel move off in different directions -- with JC leveling Raven Talon with a clothesline, and Steel booting Drake Munday right in the abdomen. Once they discard those two, both JC and Trent move into the pool and join Dude JoB in heading for the ring -- while Pryce reaches ringside, and goes after the fallen Drake Munday. At exactly the same moment, Angel, Jesse Williams and EJ Slayer enter the pool and go after one member of the Rogues each. Slayer ends up following his own partner, Dude JoB, to the ring as DJ reaches the apron while Angel goes after an old nemesis in Trent Steel. JC sees Williams coming after him and stops, choosing to showdown with him outside of the ring. Near the outside of the pool we see Jeffy Pryce slam Drake's head on the edge of the plexiglass pool before he jumps into it, and heads running for the ring.

Kissens - Dude JoB is going to defend the high ground it looks like.

EJ Slayer reaches the ring, but receives a baseball slide to the face which sends him down into the pool. Meanwhile Williams and JC go down into the mixture of disgusting items and try drowning one another under the substance. When neither man can keep the others head down, they resort to trading punches as they both return to their feet. Angel gets his hands on Trent Steel just as he reaches the ring apron, and for his efforts he is slammed chest-first into the edge of the ring. Instead of continuing to beat on Steel, Angel chooses to step on the ring apron but he is sent right back down into the pool by a charging Dude JoB.

Falcoon - Just for the fans out there, eliminations can't happen until the ring begins to move.

Burst - They were listening earlier.

Raven Talon picks himself up on the outside of the pool, recovering from JC's clothesline as he enters into it. He slowly moves towards the ring, looking to avoid confrontation along his way. Munday holds his head on the outside of the pool while Jeffy Pryce slips into the ring undetected, and remains a safe distance away from Dude JoB -- who is stil focused on keeping Angel out of the ring. Talon passes by JC and Williams, with JC finally gaining an advantage and moving away from Jesse. Raven Talon slips into the ring just before JC does, with Dude JoB still on the other side of the ring watching EJ Slayer approach the ring. JC lays a stomp to Talon's back and keeps him on the canvas, but suddenly he is yanked right out of the ring by Jesse who isn't finished with him yet. DJ is out matched on the other side of the ring as he backs into Jeffy Pryce, who gets knocked out with a right hand for his troubles. Slayer gets into the ring and goes right after Dude JoB, but Trent Steel quickly slides under the ropes and attacks EJ from behind.

Falcoon - The ring is about to start moving! Few seconds to go!

Talon gets up to his feet and attacks Dude JoB from behind, evening the odds against he and EJ. Drake sees the clock ticking down and he jumps into the pool, running as fast as he can to the ring. He makes it in, and positions himself next to Jeffy on the mat.

05:00

The ring jerks into slow motion, throwing the men inside of it off balance for only a moment.

Burst - Five minutes in, that means the ring is going to start moving up to ten feet.

Falcoon - This is the last chance for those not in the ring to do it.

JC hits Williams one last time then dives into the ring, joining Trent Steel and Dude Job as they fight off Raven Talon and Slayer. Jeffy Pryce remains laid out on the edge of the apron, with Drake right next to him. Angel gets himself onto the apron and begins pulling himself up to his feet inside of the ring, eyeing up JC as he looks to join in on the Rogue beatdown.

Kissens - Williams may get left out.

Jesse gets up from his knees and sees the ring about two feet out of the pool. He jumps up and grabs a hold of the bottom rope, and uses it to pull himself into the ring.

Falcoon - Well no one got eliminated.

Burst - Yet.

The ring continues to move upwards with all of the men entered in the match in the ring. Drake Munday gets up to his feet and walks away from Jeffy Pryce, who is also getting up, and ends up getting punched by Trent Steel just for being in the area. Jeffy gets up and with Trent the nearest to him, he goes to attack him -- but he is sent flying over the top rope with an effortless back body drop. Jeffy crashes down onto the edge of the plexiglass pool, then drops into the pool of blood.

Falcoon - My god...

Missy Janson - Jeffy Pryce has been eliminated!

Kissens - No kidding!

EMT's rush to pull Jeffy's unconscious body from the pool of blood so he doesn't drown, while Steel smiles down outside of the ring. When he turns around he gets caught with a forearm shot from Raven Talon -- who in turn gets cracked and knocked nearly out by Dude JoB. JC tries to get involved, but Williams spins him around by the arm and elbows him right upon the bridge of his nose. The two men isolate from the group while Slayer spears Trent Steel down to the canvas and begins wailing away on him with furious right hands. Angel steps back and watches the chaos ensuing while holding the small of his back in a great deal of pain from his earlier match. At the same time Slayer runs out of gas and Trent headbutts him hard enough to get himself out of Slayer's mount. JC discards of Williams by tossing him into the corner, but he turns away too soon and receives a roaring elbow to the back of his skull as Williams rebounds out of the corner. He drops like a ton of bricks and Williams immediately grabs him by the back of his now bloody head, dragging him off the canvas. Once lifted onto his feet Jesse tries to push JC towards the ropes and toss him over the top, but the larger man easily grabs a hold of the ropes when they reach them -- and doesn't budge from there. They continue to struggle as Dude JoB finally notices Angel resting in the corner, and charges right for him. Angel has no time to react and gets splashed in the corner, further damaging his back as he drops to his knees -- where he is laid out by a sharp shin kick from DJ. A few feet away Trent Steel gets off of his back and stands over the crouched EJ Slayer before yanking him up to his feet and trying to now throw him over the top rope. Slayer easily avoids it as he mule kicks Steel between the legs, knocking him out of the equation for the time being.

Falcoon - It's incredibly hard to follow everything going on in there right now.

Burst - And just think, we'll be covering this on monitors in a bit here.

Drake Munday gets up to his feet and looks at Dude JoB who stands over Angel, and Munday grows angry at his partner being downed. He runs at Dude JoB from behind and knocks him down to a knee with a running forearm strike. He gains a bit of momentum but it is taken all away in a flash as Raven Talon pulls himself from the canvas, playing possum the whole time, and yanks Drake down upon his head with a falling neckbreaker. Raven now goes on a hot streak while JC knocks Williams off of him with a sharp elbow, eliminating the threat of being eliminated. Williams stumbles into the middle of the ring where he is booted in the stomach by Raven Talon, then hit with The Talons End DDT.

Kissens - What is he doing!?

Falcoon - Either he forgot that is his partner, or he just doesn't care.

Burst - Probably both.

Talon gets up and showboats for the crowd, when suddenly he is locked in a full nelson by Angel -- who dragon suplexes Raven Talon right on the back of his head, getting a huge reaction from the crowd.

Falcoon - Angel just took Talon out now!

Kissens - This is getting intense, y'all.

Angel gets up to his feet and turns around -- right into a staredown with EJ Slayer. The fans explode into even louder cheers than they were just emitting, as the rest of the ring seems incapacitated as of the moment. The two look around and just when they are about to continue where they left off, Trent chop blocks EJ's right knee while JC comes out of nowhere to bulldog Angel down right on his face. The crowd shows their displeasure by booing both men intensely, but they ignore them as they usually do. Dude JoB gets back up to his feet finally, and goes right after Drake as he tries to return to his. He lays his boot onto the back of Drake's head multiple times, and when finally satisfied joins up with his two stablemates as they stand tall in the ring.

Burst - Even though they are outnumbered by sheer participants, they still dominate.

Falcoon - To be fair, a lot of guys are attacking each other.

Burst - As they should, it's every man for himself not open season on the Rogues.

Kissens - He's right, y'all.

Jesse Williams begins getting up to his knees, but Trent Steel flattens him with a kick right to his face. He turns back to Slayer who is clutching his knee, and lays a hard stomp right onto it. Dude JoB chooses to pick up Raven Talon, and brings him to the corner of the ring -- where he lights him up with hard right hands to the abdomen. He picks Raven up under his thighs and sits him on the top rope, but he gets kicked right in the face for his troubles. JC steps back away from Angel who is hurt enough that he isn't trying to get up at the moment, but JC keeps an eye on him. Williams again tries to get up to his feet, but Steel kicks him right in the chest -- but it only angers Jesse who gets up to his feet, the fans actually getting behind him.

Falcoon - The fans are supporting Jesse.

Kissens - Or they're just not supporting the Rogues.

Trent tries to kick Jesse across his abdomen, but Williams traps his leg across his stomach. Jesse seems to be in control when Steel kicks the foot he is standing on up towards Williams' head, connecting with an enziguri that drops Williams to the canvas. Back in the corner, DJ has a hold of Talon's legs and keeps him from kicking him -- brunting a bunch of forearm shots to his back. As Angel gets up to all fours, he gets booted right in the ribs by JC which sends him over onto his back. Munday remains on the canvas, watching all the mayhem going on around him and waiting to choose his spot.

Burst - We're at fifteen minutes!

Falcoon - Last movement of the ring coming up, and the Rogues are probably looking to start sending people out of the ring at a height of fifteen feet.

Burst - It's higher than that. Fifteen feet is just where the base of the ring is.

The moment Trent Steel returns to his feet he glances at the clock, but as he takes his attention away from the wrestlers he is hit with The Darkness by Drake Munday, who comes out of nowhere the moment fifteen minutes is reached.

Kissens - The Darkness on Steel! He took his eye off the ball!

15:00

Falcoon - Fifteen minutes means up to fifteen feet!

Kissens - Raising the stakes!

The ring is hoisted upward slowly for the last five feet it will have to go, with the wrestlers inside of it used of the movement. Raven Talon and Dude JoB remain tangled up on the top rope while Drake Munday gets back up to his feet. He springs into full steam and runs right at the corner -- running up the back of DJ, and nailing an assisted shining wizard on Raven Talon. All three men teeter, when Dude JoB ups the ante by climbing up the corner to the top rope and tucking his head between the legs of Drake Munday -- lifting him into an electric chair position as he sits on his shoulders.

Burst - No.

Falcoon - Fuck no, don't do it!

DJ smiles as the crowd screams while the ring stops moving and the clock disappears from the OWF Tron. Dude JoB looks like he is going to toss Drake when he gets punched in the abdomen by Raven Talon who is sitting on the corner still. The rest of the combatants stop what they are doing and watch in awe as three men risk their lives for this match. Dude Job bends over, with Drake hooking his legs under DJ's arms while grabbing the head of Raven Talon.

Kissens - DRAKE!

Munday somersaults forward with enough force that he victory roll tosses Dude JoB from the top rope, towards the pool. While DJ flips over, Munday keeps a hold of Raven Talon and nails a flipping neckbreaker that sends Talon flipping off the top rope.

Falcoon - NO NO NO!

All three men crash into the pool just inches from each other, as the flashes from cameras flicker off from all over the sold out arena. The fans are drawn into a frenzy but quickly turns to worry for the well being of the three -- all of which are motionless floating in the blood amongst the pig guts.

Missy Janson - Drake Munday, Raven Talon and Dude JoB have been eliminated!

Burst - I don't think any of them will be the same after that fall.

Falcoon - No fucking kidding, asshole. My god I almost had a heart attack.

The three men move around a bit in the blood, but just enough to keep their heads above it while EMT's prepare for them outside of the plexiglass structure.

Kissens - Guys, do you know what I just realized?

Falcoon - What?

Kissens - That takes out a partner from each of the teams opposing Steel and JC.

Burst - That's weird. They lost DJ, but also improved their chances.

Falcoon - I don't know if they thought that far ahead.

They are fished from the pool as the cameras put their focus back on the ring, where the remaining competitors are all a bit shocked by what just happened. Slayer has gotten himself back onto his feet with his knee hurting badly, while Angel gets up to his knees. Jesse holds his head on the canvas while perched up on his knees and elbows, while JC pulls a dazed Trent Steel to his feet and begins to talk strategy with him. They are interrupted as EJ rushes towards both men and sends Trent back down to the canvas with a shoulder block. JC attempts to get the jump on EJ, but he blocks his right hook attempt and catches JC in the throat with his open palm. He chokes him up with that strike which gives him space to step forward and bring his right knee cap straight into his diaphragm -- knocking the air out of JC's lungs. Angel sees his opportunity to hurt the Rogues and gets back onto his two feet, heading for a recovering Trent Steel and grabbing him around his head. He leads Trent to his feet where he immediately locks Steel in a full nelson, looking to hit him with a dragon suplex. While Steel struggles to break free, Slayer takes hold of JC by underhooking both of his arms behind his back and bending him forward. He hoists JC up over his head and executes the doubleunderhook suplex as he tosses him flat to his back.

Falcoon - Beautiful suplex from Slayer!

Steel can't break free from Angel's grasp and in an act of desperation stomps down upon his right foot. Angel's right arm loosens a bit and Steel swings out of Angel's grasp -- spinning around behind him and clubbing him with a thrusting elbow to the back. The shot stuns Angel enough to drop him to his knees, where Steel follows up with a step up enziguri to the back of Angel's head. After the kick, Trent relaxes on the mat for a moment and watches as EJ scoops JC off of the mat and grapevines his leg with his own. He wraps his right arm around the head and neck of JC and hoists the bigger of the two into the air. Slayer goes for the Violent End on JC, but when he spins JC around with his one arm holding him in a powerbomb position -- he opens himself up to a running dropkick from Trent Steel. After finding Slayer's face with his boots Steel falls to the canvas while JC crashes down to his back -- suffering enough of a fall for the move to be considered successful.

Falcoon - Violent End on JC, but he paid for it!

With Slayer staggered a bit, Steel bounds to his feet and tries clotheslining him over the top rope -- but Slayer just swings back down to his feet. Steel gets right back up yet again, and without taking a second to pause he springs towards the opposite side of the ring, hitting the ropes before charging right at EJ who is still hung up on the top rope. When he nears Slayer he extends his right arm outward in an attempt to clothesline him out of the ring -- but Slayer ducks down and back body drops him over the top rope instead.

Burst - Trent's go--

Luckily for him Steel is able to catch a hold of the top rope with his free hand and swings himself to his feet on the ring apron outside of the ring. When Slayer picks himself back up to his feet he turns to look outside of the ring when he is caught with a knee to the stomach from Trent before being grabbed around the head. Steel pulls his neck over the top rope while he secures his head under Slayer's right arm. As he does so, JC turns and lays a stiff boot to the chest of Angel then walks to Jesse and bends down to forearm him in the jaw. After making sure both can't interfere, he turns to watch as Trent Steel tries to lift Slayer up into a suplex position.

Kissens - Oh come on!!

Falcoon - He won't be able to get him up.

As Falcoon predicted, Trent is not strong enough to overcome Slayer's advantage in the leverage department and freezes still holding onto Slayer. When JC sees this he rushes over and grabs Slayer around his ankles -- and using his upper body strength, he flips Slayer over the top rope while Trent subsequently executes his suplex.

Falcoon - It's just not going to stop!!!

Kissens - Slayer's falling!

Slayer heads back-first to the pool, and makes a splash big enough to get some of the fans at ringside.

Missy Janson - EJ Slayer has been eliminated!

Falcoon - I can't take this shit anymore.

Kissens - We still have three more eliminations to go, y'all.

Burst - Now it's the latest Blood Sweat and Tears Tag Champs, against the first Blood Sweat and Tears Tag Champs.

Trent collapses to the ring apron on the outside of the ring with all of the fans at ringside watching Slayer wade over to the edge of the plexiglass pool. He rolls under the bottom rope and gets back into the ring, completely ignoring everyone else in the ring. JC holds his back in some pain as he groups up with Trent, while Jesse and Angel stand themselves up in adjacent corners. The two enemies turned partners, turned enemies again stare at each other and head off towards one another.

Kissens - They're playing them for fools!

Falcoon - Rogues had a game plan, and they are the last full team remaining.

The two men go nose to nose and look like they are about to come to blows, when both of them turn their heads towards the Rogues. A jolly look on both of JC and Steel's faces quickly vanishes when Angel and Williams turn their bodies to face them -- with the fans growing even louder than before. They march off with Williams eyeing up Steel, and Angel focused on JC. They meet up and both members of the Rogues have their first strikes blocked by Angel and Williams respectively.

Burst - Well for the first time, The Rogues were outsmarted.

Williams nails Steel with a sharp shin kick to the stomach, then drops him with a swinging roundhouse kick with his right leg. Angel backs JC against the ropes and pummels him with every strike he can muster up, whether from his legs or his arms. Steel rolls back-first into one of the corners of the ring while Angel forces JC into the opposite corner -- stepping in with several back elbow strikes to the left temple of JC. On the other side of the ring Jesse keeps control of Trent while glancing over his shoulder at Angel, who returns the look. Without any words the former stable mates and tag partners irish whip Steel and JC out of the corners they were hung up in -- sending them speeding towards another. The two current tag team partners and stablemates are able to avoid crashing into one another as JC bends forward and Steel leapfrogs over him. Now Steel runs at Angel, while JC heads right at Williams. Steel reaches Angel and tries for a running forearm, but gets tripped up at the ankles when Angel drops to the canvas and executes a drop toe hold. Trent lunges forward and cracks his face square on the middle turnbuckle pad with his arms getting hung up over the second rope while kneeling in the corner. Meanwhile, Williams sidesteps JC and makes him crash into the corner behind him chest-first -- keeping a safe distance as his opponent staggers out gasping for the air knocked from his lungs. When Jesse sees his opportunity he steps in with his left foot while kicking his right leg across the abdomen of JC -- but JC catches it, and swings himself to the canvas while flipping Jesse into the corner with a dragon screw leg whip.

Falcoon - These four are going all out.

Burst - Can't expect any less.

Kissens - Four world class athletes in there, y'all.

Burst - In a match where the object is to hurt one another. Good job whomever is in charge.

Williams sits upon the mat with his back in the corner, and Steel remains kneeling face-first in the opposite corner, while JC and Angel stand to their feet and glare at each other. Without a second of hesitation they both take off at one another, with both men anticipating the other to attempt a strike. They both duck down and spin themselves to face each other again -- having exchanged the spots they were just standing in. A second time they run at each other but neither man attempts to harm the other. Instead Angel heads right at Trent and flips himself forward -- crushing Trent Steel against the corner with a somersault cannonball splash. Just a split second later, Williams gets his face kicked right upon his left cheek by a low running boot from JC -- which actually is more of a face wash.

Kissens - What a crushing move on Steel!

Falcoon - Facewash by JC!

Burst - I think I just caught one of Jesse's teeth!

As Angel scoops himself off of the canvas he stumbles to the middle of the ring where JC has positioned himself. JC hoists Angel up and levels him with a spinebuster, forcing all the impact onto his back in a flash of action -- with all four men now collapsed down to the canvas.

Falcoon - This is insane.

Burst - There have been more crazy Pool of Blood matches, but this one is probably one of the most talent filled I've witnessed.

Kissens - You've been there for all of them.

Burst - Oh, right.

All four men stir on the canvas, with JC moving to his knees before anyone else. He moves away from Angel who just starts rolling onto his right hip, while Steel and Williams just start to collect themselves in their corners. Angel rolls away from the middle of the ring just as Williams grabs a hold of the bottom rope and uses it to pull himself back to a seated position. He takes a quick glance around the ring, seeing Trent just about a step behind him as he rises up as well. JC steps up to his feet and moves towards the ropes to catch a breather, while Angel gets up to all fours across the ring from him now. In a burst of adrenaline, Williams pulls himself up each of the ring ropes and somehow gets to his feet while Trent has just gotten up onto his knees. The moment Steel starts to get up to his feet, Jesse charges at Trent by cutting straight across the ring. Williams is about to make impact but Steel gets his boots up and drops Jesse to his back. With Jesse looking as if he is down for the count, Steel places both of his hands around the top rope and hoists himself up onto the second rope -- sitting on the top. He continues moving upward as the fans grow loud in protest, moving his legs over the top rope. As Trent perches himself on the top rope in a crouched position, Jesse kips up to his feet and runs at the corner -- extending his boot up into Steel's face, knocking him off of the top rope with the running yakuza kick. Steel backflips down into the pool of blood -- belly flopping into the disgusting mess to a huge roar from the crowd. Jesse's leg remains over the top rope, hung up by his knee.

Falcoon - STEEL WENT FLYING!

Burst - No, he went crashing.

Kissens - And now its one Rogue remaining!

Missy Janson - Trent Steel has been eliminated!

Falcoon - Fuck, fuck FUCK!

Just moments after eliminating Steel, Williams turns his head and gets booted right in the face by JC.

Kissens - Big Boot of Death!

The force of the kick, along with his leg providing an uneven balance of weight, dumps Williams over the top rope and he crashes down right on top of Trent Steel in the pool of blood.

Missy Janson - Jesse Williams has been eliminated!

Burst - And just like that, we are down to two!

Falcoon - Those two guys down there need medical attention, Nick.

Burst - All but one guy will need medical attention, Geoff.

JC steps back into the middle of the ring and holds his arms up in the air, as both Jesse and Trent are pulled from the pool and worked on by EMT's at ringside. Angel steps out of the corner he was resting in and heads for JC -- who gets caught showboating, and is knocked to the canvas with a shoulder block. Angel bends down immediately and scoops JC off of the canvas, lifting him to his feet only to level him with a hard right hand right to the jaw. JC bounces off of the mat and gets himself back onto one knee on his own power, where Angel is waiting for him to stand. As he does, Angel backs JC against the nearest set of ropes and tries for an irish whip -- but JC reverses it and Angel is sent sprinting across the ring instead. He turns and hits the ropes with his back, causing him a bit of pain but he keeps his pace heading back to JC. When he reaches him he is taken to the canvas with an arm drag, but JC fails to keep a hold of his arm. Instead Angel slides along the canvas and is able to get up to both knees, wasting no time in moving up to his feet. The two competitors meet in the middle of the ring and trade shots back and forth for a bit, with both men running out of steam rather quickly.

Falcoon - This is going to be all about who gets their second wind and can capitalize on it.

Kissens - Or if someone makes a major mistake.

Angel is able to block a right hand from JC and boots him in the gut before locking him in a front face lock. He tosses JC's inside arm over his head and lifts him straight into the air, holding him vertically while spinning him to a tombstone piledriver position. The fans jump to their feet as the ones at ringside stare at the OWF Tron, but the ones in the nosebleeds have a perfect view.

Falcoon - Angel going for Angel's Holocaust!

JC kicks his legs and uses his weight advantage to float over and land on his feet -- flipping Angel up into a tombstone piledriver position.

Burst - No, JC reversed it!

He drops to his knees and drives Angel's head right into the canvas, and collapses right next to him as the fans gasp.

Burst - Boom! It's over!

Kissens - I can't disagree. I doubt Angel can come back from that.

JC is absolutely exhausted and relaxes knowing he doesn't have to get a pinfall or submission. Angel lays motionless with his eyes open, staring to the ceiling of the dome and trying to regain his composure. The fans chant "Angel! Angel!" over and over, with it having no effect on him for the time being. JC finally rolls over onto his right elbow and begins pushing himself up to his feet. He keeps his eyes on Angel while planting his feet on the canvas, and when he finally stands he takes a moment to gain his balance. He approaches Angel and grabs him by his hair, lifting him from the canvas and dragging him towards the ropes. Angel seems like he can't mount any offense, but he somehow manages to grab a hold of the ropes and refuses to budge from them no matter how hard JC tries to remove him.

Falcoon - Angel is still hanging on!

In his last bits of defense, Angel elbows JC in the face twice and backs him off. In an attempt to just put distance between the two, Angel tosses JC into an irish whip across the ring -- and follows up by telegraphing a back body drop. He bends forward in the middle of the ring as JC hits the ropes, giving him too much time to adapt. JC stops short and tucks Angel's head between his legs, looking for a package piledriver but Angel swings out of it.

Kissens - Angel avoids The Answer!

He tries for a swinging lariat but JC ducks under and cracks Angel with a back elbow to get him a rest. It doesn't allow for much of one as Angel recovers and rushes at JC -- colliding with the big man as they knock heads, and collapse to the canvas.

Falcoon - How much more does Angel have?

Burst - Not much. JC will have the advantage soon.

The cameras cut to a commotion outside of the ring, Trent Steel breaks away from the EMT's and rushes off of the stage, disappearing from sight. The cameras cut back to the ring where Angel and JC are laid out, and the fans are cheering their lungs out. After a few moments, Steel comes back into view with a huge painters ladder which he drags behind him as he heads back to the ring. He passes by Jesse Williams who is being attended to on the ramp, and smiles while he limps forward.

Burst - See, I told you. Advantage: Rogues.

Falcoon - He's getting back in the match?!

Kissens - Not legally, but there are no rules y'all.

Steel drags the ladder into the plexiglass pool and adjust the legs to be pressed against the walls of the structure. He lays the top of the ladder on the ring apron, and tests the strength of the ladder before he hops onto it. He begins scaling it while both men in the ring start to stir. Angel gets up to his right knee and pulls himself away from JC, who is up to all fours. Angel sees Steel coming up on the big screen and backs away from where he placed the ladder, preparing himself to fight off two men. As he reaches the top, Jesse Williams now pushes the medical staff away and he heads for the ladder -- looking to even the odds to staunch approval from the crowd.

Burst - What the hell is he doing!

Falcoon - He's getting back in like Steel is!

Trent gets back into the ring and pairs up with JC as Angel backs against the far set of ropes. Jesse moves up the ladder very slowly, and this allows the Rogues to begin to beat down on Angel -- pummeling him to the mat. JC stomps on the back of his head while Steel lays sharp kicks to his ribs, when both men motion to each other to dump him over. Just as they hook him and lift him to his feet, Williams makes it back up to the ring and springboards to the top rope. With a yell of deep pain he jumps from the top rope and takes JC out of the equation for a moment with a cross body block.

Falcoon - Williams will be worse for the wear on that one.

Kissens - But it stopped the Rogues from double teaming Angel!

Angel pushes Steel away, but can't avoid a roundhouse kick that drops him to a knee. Trying to end Angel for good, Steel takes off towards the opposite set of ropes and runs right at Angel -- who dips his shoulder into Trent's abdomen and lifts him into a standing firemans carry while positioning himself near the ropes. Williams remains on the mat while JC gets to his knees, unable to stand and help his partner.

Burst - What is he doing?!

Angel flips Steel off of his shoulders, and over the top rope, dropping him with a death valley driver on the painters ladder -- which nearly snaps in half. The weight of Steel's unconscious body keeps him laying there while the fans go absolutely nuts.

Kissens - TURN AROUND ANGEL!

Falcoon - My god...

The cameras cut to JC who is standing a few feet behind Angel, yelling for him to face him. The fans begin to scream while Angel haphazardly turns on the balls of his feet. As he squares his shoulders to JC, he has no time to react when he lifts his right foot up and thrusts it right at Angel's face. Then, out of nowhere, Jesse rushes in and shoulder blocks Angel to the mat and takes the full impact of the Big Boot of Death for a second time.

Falcoon - What the!

Williams drops to the mat lifelessly as JC stares down at what he has done.

Burst - Ding, dong, the mexican is dead.

Kissens - Shut up, Nick. It may be true.

Falcoon - Ugh, god, someone get some help out here... or up there... SOMEWHERE! THERE ARE BODIES EVERYWHERE!

Burst - Someone is having a mental breakdown.

As JC admires his work, he doesn't notice Angel come up from behind him and scoop his right leg out from under him. He dumps JC over the top rope and sends him flipping into the pool of blood some twenty feet below -- with the fans exploding the moment the splash occurs.

Kissens - WAIT! WAIT!

Burst - ARE YOU SERIOUS!

Missy Janson - JC has been eliminated! Therefore, the winners of this match and the NEEEEEW OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions... DRAAAKE MUNDAY AND AAAANGEL!

Falcoon - NEW CHAMPS! NEW CHAMPS!

Burst - That is such horseshit, Williams cost JC the match!

Kissens - He was helping Angel, you stupid son of a bitch. You seem to forget that Steel got involved again.

Falcoon - Either way, Angel is the last man standing and he won the belts for him and Drake Munday.

Kissens - "Double Champ" Drake Munday!

Burst - Great news. We're dead as a federation now.

Falcoon - Speaking of dead, Williams hasn't moved since he hit the mat and Steel is still motionless on that ladder up there.

Burst - That's the price you pay when you enter a match like this.

Angel has his arm raised in victory, but he stares at Jesse's lifeless body. The cameras cut to the outside where Drake Munday, just now regaining consciousness in the injury ward set up just outside of the plexiglass structure, is handed the Blood Tag Team Championship. A look of pure joy comes across his face, while other men involved in that huge fall are finally carted off.

Falcoon - Just a massacre out here right now, but Drake has another accomplishment.

Burst - You don't understand the extent Goofy, that the Rogues will go to in order to get those belts back.

Kissens - They have a rematch clause.

Falcoon - I'd be surprised if we saw any of these guys compete at the next show.

The ring begins to get lowered, with the ladder protruding further and further into the ring -- but at a progressively less of an angle. The movement downwards is a bit faster as Angel rises up to his feet, still looking at Williams. JC is pulled from the pool by EMT's as the ring finally comes back to rest in the middle of the pool.

Kissens - Then who does that leave to be here?

Burst - No one! We're going to close!

Angel is handed his Tears Tag Team Championship, but remains focused on Jesse.

Kissens - Shut up Nick, look in the ring. Angel is glaring at Williams!

Burst - Good! Finish him off!

Falcoon - We have to go! See you at Drift & Die!

The cameras cut to the OWF logo, then fade to black.