A stream of pyrotechnics shoot off from the stage and around the OWF Tron as the camera feed picks up inside of the Sold Out MGM Grand Gardens Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada. The fans, all standing on their feet, are roaring at the top of their lungs as the gold and silver fireworks shine across the darkened arena. A few spotlights, shining gold, white and silver lights scan over the sections of the rowdy crowd. After a minute or so, the fireworks die off and leave a thick cloud of smoking hanging in the arena which is only visible when the spotlights shine over it. The house lights eventually come back up and the fog has covered the arena about twenty five feet above the heads of the fans in General Admission seating. The cameras pan across the arena, getting various shots of the crowd which has begun a chant of "O-W-F! O-W-F!" that echoes off the walls of the arena.

Eventually the feed cuts to a shot of the ring announcers booth, where we see Gordie Falcoon and James Dunn sitting next to the returning Jackie Kissens. The cameras zoom in on the trio, and they start off the night -- yelling into their headsets to drown out the crowd.

Falcoon - AAAAHOOOOOOOO! WELCOME TO OWF CLASH OF CHAMPIONS!

Kissens - I missed that, y'all.

Falcoon - And Welcome back Jackie Kissens, who has returned from having her second child.

Dunn - About all she's good for.

Kissens - Nice to see you, too, James.

Falcoon - Now that we've gotten through that, let me be the first to tell you how excited I am for the matches we have lined up here tonight.

Kissens - I don't think I could have picked a better time to come back, y'all.

Dunn - Maybe you could have saved Greg from JC and Matt Jackson two weeks ago.

Kissens - Don't get me started on them.

Falcoon - Annnyways. We have six matches scheduled for the card, with four of them being OWF Title Matches.

Dunn - I'm expecting a few changes.

Kissens - Yeah, but not much has changed since I left. Williams, Phoenix and El Plaga are still holding the belts -- with the Network Title..

Falcoon - Sin City Spotlight Championship.

Kissens - With the whatever title, it's been passed around a lot.

Dunn - Just like you.

Falcoon - Ha!

Dunn - I feel much better now.

Next to the announcers booth we see Missy Janson pick herself up from her seat at the time keepers table, with a microphone in her right hand. She turns towards the ring and heads for the nearest set of steel ring steps, with the fans at ringside keeping up their cheers once Missy reaches the steel steps.

Falcooon - And we're about to get started here tonight, so I think thats enough of an introduction.

Dunn - Let them watch in awe at the OWF talent.

Missy ascends the steel steps and walks onto the ring apron, ducking through the ropes and entering the ring. She walks along the ring canvas and positions herself in the direct center of the ring.

Kissens - Yay! I'm excited to be back, y'all.

Dunn - Good to see one of us is.

Missy lifts the microphone up to her mouth as she looks into the live camera feed.

Missy Janson - Hello Las Vegas and... WELCOME TO OWF CLASH OF CHAMPIONS!

The fans in their seats all jump to their feet, screaming at the top of their lungs for the start of the show.

Missy Janson - It is time for the first matchup of the evening. It is scheduled for a one fall, under Normal Rules, with a thirty minute time limit.

Missy pauses for a second.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, Kid Platnium!

The titantron slowly turns to a bright white as the rest of the arena's lights dim. The Impact Kid's face appears on the titantron with a cock grin as "Find the Real" by Alter Bridge hits. A spotlight hits the entrance ramp as Kid Platinum slowly walks to the ring, glaring at the fans who stretch their arms out. He rolls into the ring and paces to the turnbuckle, where he climbs and glares around at the crowd one last time.

Falcoon - This guy has a second chance not many receive.

Kissens - He'll probably blow it again.

Dunn - Probably.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, making his OWF Debut... From Green Bay, Wisconsin... Adrian Jackson!

Sparkler fireworks raise at the front of the ramp, and Adrian walks quickly through them, then starts pacing towards the ring, in sync with the fireworks making their way down the sides of the ramp. He jumps onto the edge of the ring, and climbs onto the turnbuckle, posing both arms diagonally into the air, then dropping into the ring. Missy heads towards the nearest ropes and heads out of the ring, returning to her seat as the bell is rung.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men approach one another and immediately lock up. Kid Platnium gets the upper hand and pushes Adrian Jackson up against the ropes, but Adrian quickly reverses the momentum -- and trips Kid Platnium to his back with a leg sweep as he pushes himself off of the ropes. Adrian lays out and nails a short elbow drop across the chest of the fallen Kid Platnium. After impact, he remains laying on top of him and locks Kid in a side headlock with the same arm he delivered the elbow drop with. Kid Platnium kicks his feet on the mat in pain, while also trying to roll himself out of his prone position. He's able to kick himself over onto his left side and slowly push himself up to one knee with Adrian maintaining the headlock around his neck. Eventually Kid Platnium gets up to his feet and delivers a sharp elbow into the midsection of Adrian Jackson, who releases his headlock. Platnium sprints toward the ropes and bounces off, returning only to be taken down by a stern clothesline.

Kissens - Who is this Adrian Jackson guy?

Falcoon - He's new, don't know much about him.

Dunn - He's from Green Bay. That's it.

Kissens - He looks pretty sharp, y'all.

Adrian Jackson immediately reaches down and grabs Kid Platnium on both sides of his head and begins dragging him up to his feet. He grasps Kid Platnium around his neck in a front face lock and hoists Kid's arm over his head, lifting him straight up into a vertical suplex. On the way up, Jackson lays out to his back and executes a DDT from the suplex as Kid Platnium falls limp, laying face-down on the mat. Adrian Jackson pulls himself up off of the canvas and makes a throat cutting gesture with his thumb. He again reaches down and grabs the head of Kid Platnium, lifting up him up to his unsteady feet. Adrian leaps into the air, grabbing Kid Platnium around his head and spinning him all the way around -- executing a 360 RKO in the middle of the ring.

Dunn - Drake is going to be pissed!

Adrian rolls Kid Platnium over and lays over his unconscious body. The referee slides into place and begins to administer the pin count... 1... 2... 3!

Falcooon - It got the victory, even if Munday doesn't like it.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match... Adrian Jackson!

Kissens - Not bad for what you say is his first OWF match.

Dunn - He showed some potential.

Falcoon - And I don't expect to see his opponent around these parts much more.

Dunn - Meanwhile, I believe we'll only see more and more of Adrian Jackson.

Kissens - I don't need to see more.

Dunn - ... I set you up right there, and you didn't spike it.

Kissens - Sorry, y'all.

The cameras cut to the back where we see Porta Prince and Vernon Somoza standing in front of the Wheel of Stipulations for the OWF Sin City Spotlight Championship.

Vernon Somoza - Where's Drake?

Porta Prince - I don't know, but I'm not waiting any longer.

Porta steps forward and gives the wheel a good spin. It rolls around twice before slowing itself down.

Porta Prince - Haitian Caning Match... Haitian Caning Match...

The flipper passes the Haitian Caning Match, and lands on Normal Rules Match.

Vernon Somoza - Well, shit...

Porta Prince - I can deal.

Vernon Somoza - Alright, well we have a busy night ahead of us. Lets go.

Both men exit the room as the camera feed cuts back to the arena.

Falcoon - That puts a damper on Somoza helping out Porta later on tonight.

Kissens - But Prince doesn't seem too phased.

Dunn - He's a very capable wrestler and he is more than able to handle himself in the ring.

Falcoon - But you can never count out Drake Munday.

The cameras pan to the right as Missy Janson stands from the steel chair, sliding a microphone off of the time keepers table, and heads straight for the steel ring steps positioned in the corner nearest to her seat.

Kissens - We'll have to get that solved later. In the meantime, we have two guys who I recognize facing off!

Falcoon - These two men are both on their last legs in the OWF, and need a victory badly.

Missy skips up the steel steps and onto the ring apron -- parting the middle and top ropes as she steps through, and into the ring.

Dunn - Well Missy is ready for announcements, so we don't have to wait much longer to see who wants it more.

She stops herself in the middle of the ring, turning to face the camera with the live feed. She brings her right hand, holding the microphone, up to her mouth and begins her introductions.

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

The fans cheer, as they rush the aisle to get closer to the two superstars who will be coming out.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... X-Terminator!

PA System - California love!

The lights fade and the crowd roars. Two narrow lights are shown glicening towards the front entrance. A large Explosion hits the top of the ramp leaving behind a large pool of smoke. As the smoke begins to dicapate, we see a shadow emerge from within.

PA System - California...knows how to party
California...knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol' Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!

Out from the smoke steps X-Terminator, looking very much in shape for his age. He slowly walks down the ramp, in one hand, a singapore cane, in the other, a steel chair. The crowd all reach out for any sort of appreciation from the former legend. He reaches out and smacks the hands of all the fans nearbye with a large smile across his face before he reaches ringside. He slides under the bottom rope as his music fades out, backing off into his corner and dropping both weapons to the outside of the ring.

Falcoon - Well X-T made it to the ring this time.

Dunn - He's already doing better than he did at Holiday Bash.

Missy again lifts the microphone to her lips, continuing with her announcements.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from San Francisco, California... Jason Chase!

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

Kissens - I hate this guy.

Dunn - Only because he smacked up your baby's daddy with a dildo.

Falcoon - Yeah, you used to have the hots for him.

Kissens - I'm a Mom, now.

Dunn - You already were?

Kissens - Well now it's like, times two y'all.

Missy hangs her right arm back at her side and heads towards the ropes, quickly exiting the ring and hopping down to the concrete floor. Once she is seated back in her steel chair, the referee signals for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two competitors circle one another, inching closer to the center of the ring with their eyes locked. X-Terminator raises his arms looking to tie up with Jason Chase, but he grabs one of X-T's arm and wrenches it behind his back with his left hand. Jason pummels the elbow of the right arm that is pulled behind X-T's back, weakening it with every strike. After the third consecutive impact, Chase releases his grip on X-T's arm and pushes him away from him. X-Terminator shakes out his right arm as the two men begin circling once again. They grow closer and closer, when again they look as if they will tie up -- but instead, Jason Chase nails an arm drag takedown. Instantly he locks in an arm bar on that same right arm as both men lay on the mat. The referee slides in and checks on X-Terminator, who shrugs him off and looks for any possible ways to his feet.

Dunn - Jason Chase has certainly pinpointed that arm of X-Terminator as a point of attack.

Kissens - We'll see how well he can continue to manage to subdue X-Terminator.

Chase keeps a tight lock around X-Terminator's arm, not allowing him to budge. A few seconds pass, when Chase then releases the hold and stands back up to his feet -- backing off of X-Terminator. He slowly drags himself back to his feet, holding his right arm at the elbow with a look of pain across his face. Chase begins walking in a circle around the ring, but this time X-Terminator stands in the same place he rised from. Jason is wary while approaching, but makes definite progress as he stomps towards X-T. When he gets close enough, X-T fires a toe kick into the stomach of Jason Chase -- catching him off guard as he is sent doubling-over. X-T tries to shake his right arm a bit and attempts a right hook that connects, but only ends up harming X-Terminator worse.

Falcoon - Chase has weakened that arm to the point where X-T is going to have to go southpaw.

Dunn - Shouldn't be too much of a hamper for him.

Chase is able to remain on his feet, along with X-Terminator, as both men turn and face each other. A left jab from Chase is blocked by X-Terminator's left forearm, and a followup knee strike is avoided as X-T steps to his right side. Chase grows frustrated and blindly turns around, but he gets headbutted for his troubles. Both of their foreheads colliding dazes them both, with Jason Chase absorbing a bit more of the impact. X-Terminator steps forward and grabs Chase around the neck in a front face lock. X-Terminator lifts Jason Chase up and executes an Implant DDT. The fans roar as X-T bounces right up to his feet and showboats for a moment to the crowd, before the pain sets back into his right arm.

Dunn - Go and pin him, you may not get another shot!

Falcoon - Esspecially with how well Chase has him scouted.

X-Terminator turns towards Jason Chase, and as he lowers his head to lay across his chest for the pin -- Chase wraps his neck and rolls X-T over. He pins both of his shoulders to the mat in a small package pinning situation, as the referee slides in and makes the count.

Kissens - Reversal!

1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match... Jason Chase!

Falcoon - He was playing possum!

Dunn - Smart move.

Jason Chase has his arm raised by the referee before he ducks out of the ring and begins heading up the ramp. X-Terminator is left in the ring, looking furiously at Chase who soon disappears behind the curtains.

Kissens - He would have won anyways, X-T's right arm may be broken.

Dunn - This could be the victory that Chase and The Rogues needed to establish themselves.

Falcoon - No doubt about it. Chase has let a lot of opportunities slip through his fingers -- but not tonight.

We cut to a corridor backstage where OWF Newcomer Adrian Jackson is walking down one end and OWF superstar Drake Munday is walking down the other. As they pass in the middle they exchange greetings...

Adrian Jackson - Hey, Drake.

Drake Munday - Hey, Ad.

The two continue walking until Drake turns around and runs back the way he came to Adrian Jackson.

Drake Munday - What are you doing here?

Adrian Jackson - I work here.

Drake Munday - I work here.

Adrian Jackson - Oh, it's my first day.

Drake Munday - Why are you here?

Adrian Jackson - I already told you, I work here.

Drake puts his arm around Adrians shoulder and guides him away from the camera.

Drake Munday - Well, we have a lot to catch up on, my old friend.

We fade back to a shot of the announcers booth, with all three of them staring directly into the camera lense.

Falcoon - Looks like Drake is making alliances already.

Dunn - He needs people watching his back.

Kissens - And Adrian Jackson had a very nice win to start the card, so he's going to ride his wave of momentum all the way to the beach.

Falcoon - Lets just hope Drake hasn't picked up too much from Specter.

Stepping up to her feet, the camera pans over to the right to see Missy Janson already heading off towards the ring with a microphone in her hand.

Dunn - Wow, we are ripping through his show.

Kissens - What's up next, y'all?

Falcoon - Triple Threat for the PDA Title.

Missy Janson hops up each of the steel steps, and slows herself as she steps onto the outside ring apron.

Kissens - Oooh. This should be a goody.

Dunn - The Phoenix always puts on good matches, and Somoza is gold crazy.

Falcoon - Plus Akira has a knack for winning titles randomly.

Dunn - That, too.

She enters the ring through the ropes and steps into the absolute center of the squared circle.

Kissens - Well, I want to see for myself.

Falcoon - Good thing Missy is already in the ring.

She awaits the fans to quiet themselves down, which they do after a few moments. Missy raises the microphone up to her mouth with her right hand, and begins the introductions for the next match.

Missy Janson - The following Triple Threat Match is scheduled for a one fall, under PDA Rules, with a sixty minute time limit...

Missy catches her breath and immediately continues.

Missy Janson - ... And it is for the OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship!

The fans cheer loudly as Missy pauses, clearing her throat and inhaling enough to make sure she doesn't have to cut herself off again.

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

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

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

Dunn - If Akira pulls this off, I think I'm going to quit.

Kissens - No you won't. You need this job.

Dunn - Hey, I don't have two bastard children to take care of at home like you. I can afford some time off.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring next, from Manugua, Nicaragua... He is the Current OWF Blood Tag Team Champion... Here is Vernon Somoza!

PA System – Reggaeton Latino

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

The Lights turn Blue and White and they begin to flash with the bass of the Song. The Crowd begins to yell and Boo as Somoza walks out with Tan Fatigues on a Military Generals coat and a Military green hat on -- with his OWF Blood Tag Team title draped over his shoulder.

Falcoon - Somoza and Prince have the chance to walk out of here with two belts a piece.

Dunn - I'm sure they'd love nothing more than that.

He has on Sunglasses smoking a large Cigar and carries the Nicaraguan Flag on a pole and waves it towards the crowd. He walks towards the ring blowing smoke at fans and mocking them as the music blares. He steps into the ring and places the flag atop one of the corners and Salutes it. Then he stands atop the turnbuckles and waves it as the fans boo and he laughs mocking them -- removing his Blood Tag Title and laying it upon his canvas on the mat as his music fades out.

Missy Janson - And finallly... From the End of Nowhere, weighing in at 365 pounds... He is the current OWF Public Display of Aggression Champion... The Phoenix!

The initial four chords of "The Instinct" hit, sounding a bit darker than normal before fading into the opening of Linkin Park's "Numb." From the entrance to the locker rooms, The Phoenix strides forth, his face decidedly blank as the first verse hits.

Tired of being what you want me to be.
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Don't know what you're expecting of me,
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes....

There is no pyro or any other special effects as he walks to the ring steps, the music fading into silence as he bows his head, eyes closing for a brief moment -- with the OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship strapped around his waist. His right arm crosses his body, touching the black armband encircling his left arm with the initials "EA" written in bold white lettering. Then, with a shout of "for the fallen!" directed at the ceiling, he finishes his ascent and climbs into the ring, ready for war. He unhooks the belt from around his waist and hands the PDA Title to the referee, who holds it high for all to see -- before handing it off to Missy on her way out of the ring.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Akira steps forward towards The Phoenix, while Vernon Somoza steps out of the ring and reaches under the ring apron skirt. He pulls out two unopened tables and lays them on the apron, pushing them into the ring as Akira rushes at The Phoenix. Kanemura ducks a right hook and pulls himself around behind The Phoenix, kicking the back of his knee. Somoza now pushes three steel chairs into the ring, before ducking back under and coming back up with three flourescent light tubes in hand.

Falcoon - Oh man. This is going to get nasty.

Vernon remains on the outside of the ring, watching as Akira ducks and dodges The Phoenix's every move and continues to chip away at him. The Phoenix loses his breath for a moment, and Akira steps into capitalize. Akira lays into The Phoenix with stiff kicks to his arms, before he backs off and charges backwards against the ropes. He runs at The Phoenix who lifts Akira up and spins him around -- dropping him right on his back across the stack of chairs Vernon pushed into the ring. Kanemura rolls out of the ring in a ton of pain, clutching his lower back. The Phoenix watches as Akira lays on the outside, and doesn't notice Somoza slide into the ring behind him. Vernon grabs a steel chair as he stands to his feet, and doesn't wait for the Champion to turn around. He smacks the chair across the shoulders and neck of The Phoenix, dropping him to one knee. Somoza drops the chair and immediately turns back to the side of the ring he entered from. He reaches down and picks up one of the light tubes and holds it high in the air.

Dunn - We haven't seen these used in a while.

Kissens - Probably for good reason.

Vernon turns back around, but he isn't expecting The Phoenix -- who cracks him with the point of his right elbow straight to his mouth. Somoza drops the light tube and it shatters into big shards of glass laid upon the mat, while The Phoenix lays in a left forearm that catches Somoza upon his right cheek. The Phoenix grabs Somoza around his head with a front face lock, positioning himself right over the broken flourescent light tube. As The Phoenix looks to drive Somoza's head down into the glass, Vernon is able to free his head and push The Phoenix back-first onto the glass. He immediately rolls off of it with many pieces stuck through his shirt and into the skin of his back. Vernon slowly walks away from The Phoenix and grabs one of the tables he slid into the ring, extending and locking the legs into place. He flops it over onto those legs, before his attention is grabbed when Akira slides back into the ring. As he rolls in, Vernon rushes towards him and stomps across the back of his head.

Falcoon - Somoza is a man possessed tonight.

Dunn - It's the biggest night of his career, Gordie.

Kissens - He has to go all out, y'all. I don't have to be around recently to tell you that.

Falcoon - You're both right.

Vernon picks Akira's limp body off of the mat and drags him towards the table he just set up. He flops him onto the table on his back, and slams his forearm down across his chest for good measure. Vernon turns back to The Phoenix who was concentrating on pulling glass from his back, when Somoza nails a toe kick directly to his mouth. This grabs his attention, but Somoza follows up by delivering a forceful knee strike by jerking his left leg forward and connecting with The Phoenix's forehead. From there Somoza grabs The Phoenix by the sides of his head and lifts him up to his feet, pushing him across the ring towards the table that Akira Kanemura is still laid out upon. Vernon bends The Phoenix over right next to the table and tucks his head between his legs. Vernon bends over and wraps both of his arms around the waist of The Phoenix and tries with all of his might to hoist the big man up for a Powerbomb -- but he doesn't budge. Somoza attempts a second time, but The Phoenix is able to reverse this attempt by throwing Vernon over his head with a back body drop. Vernon crashes on top of Akira and both men are sent crashing through the table and to the mat. Somoza lays on top of Akira amidst the debris, with Kanemura's shoulders flat to the mat. The referee slides in and makes the count... 1... 2... The Phoenix kicks Somoza across his ribs, forcing him off of Akira.

Dunn - That almost worked out for Somoza although he couldn't nail that powerbomb.

Kissens - And The Phoenix is lucky he kept himself aware.

Falcoon - Poor Akira. There's no brightside for him.

Trying to step outside of the ring to regain his composure, Vernon Somoza rolls under the bottom rope and to the concrete floor. The Phoenix stares at him and awaits Vernon to return to the ring, glancing down at Kanemura every so often to check on his progress. Vernon walks around the ring slowly, clutching his back in pain while the fans give him hell at ringside.

Dunn - One has to wonder how much Somoza can endure tonight.

Kissens - He should be trying to save some for the Tag Title match.

Falcoon - I doubt he will be.

The Phoenix steps out of the ring in pursuit of Somoza, instead of choosing to face Akira who is just getting back up to his feet. Vernon falls down to his hands and knees as The Phoenix approaches him -- when suddenly Vernon picks himself up and pulls a singapore cane from under the ring. He swings at, and connects with, the forehead of The Phoenix -- busting him wide open. He drops to one knee, dazed from the cane shot, while Somoza steps back up to his feet. He lays a second shot with the singapore cane on the same point of The Phoenix's forehead, with this one laying him out.

Falcoon - Somoza always has an ace up his sleeve.

Vernon rears the stick back a third time, but out of the corner of his eye he sees Akira leaping through the air. Somoza steps back and swings the singapore cane at Akira who suicide dives over the top rope -- only to be obliterated across the face, and busted open right on his upper lip. Kanemura collapses to the concrete floor as the cane is now shattered and Somoza discards it. Vernon looks into the ring, and tries to grab one of the steel chairs he put in at the beginning of the match -- but The Phoenix grabs a hold of him at his waist. He yanks him forward and trips Vernon up enough to send him stumbling into the ring post, face-first. The impact nearly knocks Somoza unconscious as he falls limp with his upper body and arms on the ring apron. Very slowly The Phoenix pushes himself back up to his feet and turns to Somoza, pushing his body all the way onto the ring apron. Instead of rolling him all the way in, The Phoenix keeps the legs of Vernon Somoza danging outside of the ring under the bottom rope. He grabs a hold of each foot and pulls Somoza towards the ring post, yanking him along the mat and crotching him against it -- much to the dismay of the male audience.

Dunn - ... Why? You don't have to crush a guys balls to win a match.

Falcoon - Yeah, even I may need a moment.

Kissens - Oh grow up.

Dunn - How about I kick you in your balls and you tell me how it feels?

Kissens - I don't have balls.

Dunn - Exactly. You don't know how it feels, so don't talk.

The Phoenix bends Vernon's right leg around the ringpost and tucks it under the left knee of Vernon -- which is fully extended with The Phoenix maintaining a firm grasp of Vernon's foot. He tucks the boot of Somoza up into his arm pit and swings back -- lifting his right leg and hooking the right foot of Vernon which he bent under the wrenched left leg of Somoza.

Falcoon - Figure Four Leglock on the ringpost.

Dunn - Anything goes.

Kissens - No rope breaks, so Vernon better hope Akira wakes up soon.

The Phoenix holds on for dear life, pulling back with all of his might as Somoza yells in pain in the ring. He grabs onto the ropes in anguish, trying to pry himself free but not finding much luck. Vernon looks behind him and sees only the remaining flourescent light tube within reach -- but even when he stretches for it, he is just centimeters away. The Phoenix keeps the hold applied with the referee checking on Somoza, who shows no intent of giving up. Next to The Phoenix, Akira begins picking himself up and heads towards The Phoenix while barely able to stand. He brings his right shin across the abdomen of The Phoenix, breaking the figure four leglock on Somoza -- who drags his legs out from under the bottom rope and rolls into the middle of the ring.

Dunn - Vernon should thank Akira.

Falcoon - If it wasn't for him, Somoza would have had to tap.

Kissens - Or pay a hefty hosipital bill for a shattered leg.

Dunn - Probably both.

The Phoenix quickly picks himself up off of the concrete, but runs right into a high roundhouse kick across the side of the head -- flopping his upper body onto the edge of the ring apron. With all of his strength, Akira hoists the legs of The Phoenix onto the apron and rolls him under the bottom rope. Kanemura drops to his knees for a moment, trying to catch his breath from the beating he has taken.

Falcoon - Akira isn't lookiing so hot.

Dunn - Never count him out.

Akira rolls into the ring and sees both The Phoenix and Vernon Somoza laid out on the mat, gasping for air. He looks around as he is the only man standing in the ring besides the referee. He rushes over to The Phoenix and lays on top of him, looking for the pin as the referee drops in to make the count... 1... 2... kickout by The Phoenix. Kanemura isn't deterred as he turns to Vernon Somoza and now covers him. The referee turns his body and now makes the count for this pinfall... 1... 2... kickout!

Dunn - Akira, that is the closest you're going to get.

Kissens - Yeah, he's just pissing them off now y'all.

Akira pushes himself up to his feet and sees The Phoenix already standing with his back resting up the turnbuckle of his corner. Kanemura runs at him and leaps into the air, wrapping his legs around his head and laying hard right jabs directly down into his face. He then flips himself backwards, looking for a Hurricanrana but The Phoenix keeps a hold of his legs. He swings Kanemura back up to a seated position on his shoulders, when The Phoenix takes off across the ring. The Phoenix sits out and drives Akira down into the middle of the ring, avoiding all of the miscellaneous objects in the ring with a Running Sitout Powerbomb. With all of the energy exerted, The Phoenix is unable to followup with a pinfall as he collapses onto the mat.

Falcoon - That could have been the end if The Phoenix was able to muster up a cover.

Vernon Somoza reaches up and uses the ropes to slowly pick himself up from the mat. He walks to the legs of The Phoenix and yells something at him, before tucking the right boot behind the left knee of The Phoenix. Somoza grabs a hold around both legs and hooks the left boot of The Phoenix under his left arm pit -- wrenching back.

Kissens - No Mas! I know that move.

Falcoon - Vernon is gaining his revenge on The Phoenix for earlier!

He wrenches back with modified Texas Cloverleaf -- as The Phoenix yells in pain. Blood continues to roll down his face, as he reaches out and tries to pull himself out of the center of the ring. He is able to drag Somoza a few feet, but Vernon only wrenches back further which stops The Phoenix about three feet away from the ropes. Somoza shakes his head trying to use all of his strength to yank back on The Phoenix's legs. The referee keeps checking on The Phoenix, but he keeps ignoring him. He again begins to crawl towards the nearest side of the ring -- pullling Somoza along with him as he bares the pain.

Kissens - Why is he going to the side of the ring?

Falcoon - I don't know, there aren't any weapons there.

Dunn - He must have forgotten that rope breaks aren't valid.

He reaches out with both arms and grabs a hold of the bottom rope with both hands. The referee doesn't call for a break, and The Phoenix is aware of that. He reaches up and The Phoenix grabs the middle rope, staring to using them to climb up and reverse the pressure. As he grabs a hold of the top rope, he is able to free his legs and tosses Somoza down towards the mat. He collapses on top of the still motionless Akira, with the referee turning and sliding in to make the count.

Kissens - Somoza with the pin!

1... 2... The Phoenix turns and runs at the two men, leaping into the air and jumping across the back of Vernon Somoza -- breaking up the pinfall with a huge splash on both men.

Falcoon - Holy crap thats gonna hurt for a while.

Vernon Somoza immediately hops up to his feet in an extreme amount of pain. He spins him around, with The Phoenix ducking down and lifting Somoza onto his shoulders for a brief second. He turns and lays himself out, dropping Somoza back first right on top of Akira with a Samoan Drop. The Phoenix allows his weight to come crashing down upon both men, with Vernon rolling off of the chest of Akira -- and both men clutching their abdomens from the impact. The Phoenix casually rolls over onto his left knee, and uses it to press himself off of the ring canvas and back to his feet. He watches both of his opponents for a moment, before turning around a choosing to a grab the last of the unopened tables that lays on the ring canvas. He slides it along the wooden face and pries each of the steel legs up, and locks them into place. He rolls the table over, placing it on those legs as he pushes it back out of the center of the ring.

Dunn - Look out!

The Phoenix pulls himself away from the table, and finds a flourescent light tube being shattered over the top of his head by Vernon Somoza. The impact doesn't hurt him immensely, but the pieces of broken glass and the bits of dust kicked up drops him down to a knee -- with Somoza discarding the still-entact end of the light tube that he clutches in his hand.

Vernon Somoza runs at The Phoenix, and leaps into the air. He plants his right foot onto the seat of the open steel chair he set up, and lunges in the air towards The Phoenix. He descends, headed right at The Phoenix's midsection, looking to take him out for good with a spear into the table now propped up in the corner. The Phoenix lifts his arm straight into the air and brings the point of his elbow straight down onto the back of Somoza's head as he wraps him for the spear -- slowly his speed in the air. Somoza is able bring his shoulder thrusting into his opponent's stomach and also drives The Phoenix back a few steps, but not through the table as he had hoped.

Falcoon - Phoenix is lucky, that would have torn him in half.

Dunn - A man with Somoza's strength and weight is never fun to be crushed with.

With Somoza hung up on The Phoenix, having both of his arms wrapped around his torso, The Phoenix steps out of the corner and away from the table. He grabs a hold of Somoza's right arm and tosses it over his left shoulder -- with his left arm extended across the chest of Somoza to clutch him under his left arm pit. With his free right hand, The Phoenix reaches down and grabs Somoza by the back of his tights and lifts him straight up over his shoulders. Using all upper body strength The Phoenix throws Vernon over his head, releasing him once clear of his body, and sends him crashing through the table with ton of force.

Kissens - Exploder Suplex through the table.

Dunn - Somoza has taken and dished out some beatings here, but I think he's done now.

Vernon Somoza rolls himself out of the corner, and flops onto his stomach before falling motionless, while Akira gets up to his feet and starts stumbling around the ring in circles. The Phoenix notices Kanemura before even he can become aware of his position in the ring, and watches him very closely. In a last ditch effort upon first seeing The Phoenix, Akira runs at The Phoenix with the last drops of strength in his lower body. The Phoenix side steps him with ease and lifts Kanemura onto his shoulders in a standing firemans carry. The Phoenix glares down next to him, noticing the steel chair still sitting open from when Somoza placed it there. He walks around the chair, and turns Kanemura's head so he faces the open seat-and-back of the steel chair. The Phoenix tucks Akira's head downward while sitting himself out -- driving Akira's head down onto the seat of the open chair, denting it down to the mat with the crushing impact, with a Death Valley Driver.

Dunn - Immolation on a steel chair. Call the EMT's.

The Phoenix pushes the disfigured steel chair out of the way, and Akiras legs flop to the mat. The Phoenix drags himself on top of Akira's torso, with the referee diving in to make the count... 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match and STILL OWF Public Display of Aggression Champion... THE PHOEEENIX!

Kissens - Dang, y'all. He's had that belt for a long time.

Falcoon - The Phoenix is making a name for himself here in the OWF, and soon it will be hard to deny him a shot at the top.

The PDA title is brought into the ring by the referee and he hands it to The Phoenix -- before holding his left arm in victory, with the exploding approval of the crowd.

Dunn - And for a guy who doesn't really belong to us, the fans sure have taken a hold of him.

Falcoon - Well when you defeat so many top competitors, you gain a certain level of respect.

Kissens - Good for him.

Dunn - I just wonder if anyone is going to be able to take the belt from him.

Falcoon - We'll have to find that out at another time.

Kissens - Maybe next we--

Falcoon - Hold on a second, I'm getting word Sum Yung Ho has found a very special guest in the audience.

Dunn - Ew. Gross.

Falcoon - Not like that. Let's send it to ho.

The cameras pan around to the fans ringside and stops with Sum Yung Ho standing in front of Ray Lopes, who’s been missing from action for a while, but just happens to be in attendance tonight.

Sum Yung Ho – Hey guys look who I found in the crowd!

She turns towards Ray, who’s now standing up.

Sum Yung Ho – Ray, nice seeing you.

She gives him a wink.

Ray Lopes – Thanks Ho, great to be here.

Sum Yung Ho – I’m sure everybody is wondering why you’re here?

Ray Lopes – Why I’m here? I’m here as a spectator, I figured since Las Vegas is only a one hour flight from LA, I might as well make the trip and watch the show live instead of on pay per view, so I called CJ up and told him to hook me up with a ticket!

Sum Yung Ho – I see, so are there any particular matches you’re looking forward to watching?

Ray Lopes – Oh yeah, the main event.

Sum Yung Ho – Who do you got in that one?

Ray Lopes – Jesse of course…that’s my boy! Specter, eh…not so much.

He gives her a wink.

Sum Yung Ho – And there you have it from a man who has a win and a loss over both men in the main event tonight, his money is on his friend Jesse Williams. Back to you guys!

The feed cuts back to a shot of the announcers booth at ringside.

Dunn - Good to see that familiar face around.

Kissens - I didn't even know he was gone.

Falcoon - Jackie, you missed a lot. Just shut up and we'll explain it later.

Dunn - Yeah. But whats with all the winking between the two of them?

Kissens - Maybe they are courting one another, y'all.

Dunn - Shut up and go get pregnant again!

From next to the announcers booth, Missy Janson picks herself up from her seated position -- sliding a microphone off of the time keepers table as she heads towards the steel ring steps just feet away from her.

Falcoon - If you two would stop bickering, we may be able to enjoy this night.

Dunn - Yeah, we may.

Kissens - So truce?

Dunn - Just don't be dumb.

Missy steps up the steel stairs and onto the outside ring apron, taking in the positive reaction from the crowd as she ducks through the ropes and into the ring. She sets her sights on the absolute center of the squared circle and steps with both feet upon the canvas -- turning to face the live camera feed.

Falcoon - Just give it a shot, in the meantime, lets send it to Missy for the next match!

Missy awaits the crowd to die down, only lifting the microphone towards her mouth when they have silenced themselves.

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

The Las Vegas crowd pops loudly for the Championship named after the nickname of this city. Missy smiles, keeping her hand positioned in front of her face with her eyes locked on the live camera feed.

Missy Janson - On his way to the ring first, returning yet again to the OWF -- From Green Bay, Wisconsin... Drake Munday!

The lights go out, Paint It Black hits the PA as the lights turn back on to reveal Drake Munday standing on the stage, hands on hips, his face dull. 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 into the ring and prepares to start the match.

Kissens - He was gone again?

Dunn - Yep.

Falcoon - He quit.

Kissens - And he's back again?

Dunn - Yep.

Falcoon - CJ rehired him.

Kissens - Good to know.

Missy lifts the microphone back up to her lips, continuing with her introductions.

Missy Janson - And his opponent... From Haiti, he is the current OWF Sin City Spotlight, and OWF Tears Tag Team Champion -- Porta Prince!

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

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

Pyro stops and Porta Prince appears as if he was behind it the whole time. Smoke flies out of his nose as he goes towards the ring with nothing but a spotlight on him. He has the SCS Title strapped around his waist, with the Tears Tag Title hung over his right shoulder.

Dunn - Well El Plaga still has a chance to come out of this winning two out of three.

Falcoon - That ain't bad.

Kissens - It's more than half.

Dunn - ...Thanks for having nothing new to add.

Porta takes in all the boo's of the crowd as he makes his way to ringside, walking around to the nearest set of steel ring steps and sternly asecending them. He steps onto the ring apron and parts the middle and top ropes -- entering into the ring and backing into his corner. His music fades out as he unclasps the strap of the SCS Title while pulling the Tears Title off of his shoulder. With both hands he extends the belts to the referee he grasps them and hands them to Missy on her way out of the ring.

Falcoon - Looks like we are about to get started.

Missy steps off of the ring apron and heads back to the time keepers table as the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Drake runs across the ring and takes Porta Prince down with a thunderous clothesline, catching him completely off guard. Prince rolls off of the canvas as soon as he lands back-first upon it, and immediately heads for Drake. As he reaches him, he is caught with a sharp right hand from Munday -- followed by a snapmare takedown. Porta sits on the mat facing away from Drake, who charges towards him and whips a shin kick flush across Prince's spine. Porta absorbs the pain and rolls over onto his knee and starts pushing himself up to his feet. Munday attempts a european uppercut, but Porta is able to avoid it and duck behind Drake. Once there he unleashes a sharp right elbow directly to the base of Munday's skull, sending him tumbling towards the ropes. He presses up against them chest-first, still in a daze as he backpeddles towards Porta. Prince rushes behind Munday and wraps him in a reverse waist lock, before tossing him over his head with a release German Suplex -- driving Drake directly onto his shoulders and neck before flopping over onto his stomach.

Kissens - I've seen enough lately to know you don't brawl with Porta Prince.

Falcoon - That's for damn sure.

Dunn - And if Munday didn't know, he was just informed.

Prince is able to pick himself to his feet almost immediately, while Drake has a bit more difficulty in summoning the strength to return to a standing position. Porta approaches and aides Drake in getting to his feet before pushing him backwards into the turnbuckle. Drake remains hung on the top rope by both of his arms, and Porta builds up a head of steam as he rushes the corner. At the last second, Munday throws both of his legs into the air and drives the soles of both boots into Porta's mouth. Upon impact Porta stops moving forward and stumbles into a backpeddle towards the middle of the ring. As soon as Drake's feet return to the mat he bursts out of the corner and heads directly for Porta. Hoping to avoid another clothesline, Porta ducks down -- but Munday flips into the air and executes a sunset flip as he grabs onto the thighs of Porta Prince. He rolls him back onto his shoulders with the referee coming in for the count... 1... 2... kickout!

Falcoon - Munday nearly had Porta.

Dunn - The element of surprise is greatly underestimated.

As Porta rolls out of the pin and up to his feet, Drake remains sitting on the mat facing him. In a flash, Porta swings his right leg forward and kicks Drake flush across the bridge of his nose -- flattening him to his back.

Dunn ... As are kicks to the face.

Kissens - Yeah. Ouch.

Porta wastes no time in reaching down for Drakes arms, and pulling him back up to his feet. He keeps a hold of his right and irish whips Drake towards the nearest set of ropes. Munday runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes back-first and sprints back at Porta Prince -- who stands tall and delivers a shoulder block, knocking Munday flat to his back. Prince lifts his right arm and looks to drop an elbow, but Munday rolls out of the way and immediately rushes to his feet. With Porta just pushing himself up to his feet, Drake runs at him and takes him back down to his back with a lifting knee to the side of the face. As soon as Porta hits the mat, Drake begins throwing stomps all over different parts of Porta's body -- hoping to extract as much pain as possible while he is prone. The referee tries to pull Drake off, but he shrugs him off and continues laying stomps -- now only to the head of Prince.

Falcoon - He needs to be careful, he can get disqualified here.

Kissens - He doesn't look the same since I last saw him.

Dunn - Drake's a new monster now.

Finally he lets up with the kicks and starts peeling Porta off of the mat, dragging him to his knees. Munday lifts Porta up to his feet, only to grab him by his torso and execute a scoop slam parallel to the nearest corner. Drake hops to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the second rope, turning to face Porta. He leaps off and extends his legs, nailing a leg drop across his throat and immediately rolling over into a pinning situation.

Falcoon - That's a new one from Drake!

The referee slides in and makes the count... 1... 2... kickout by Porta. Drake picks himself up to his knees and takes a moment to catch his breath. The moment Porta begins rolling himself onto his right hip, Drake bounces to his feet and takes hold of Prince by his left arm. He picks him all the way up to his feet, when Prince swings his forearm back and catches Drake directly across his jaw. He remains stunned for a moment while Porta tries to gain his bearings as he stumbles to, and grasps on to, the top rope for balance. Drake shakes out the cobwebs and approaches Porta, choosing to kick him flush across the back of his knees. They both buckle and he falls flat to his back, with Drake standing over Porta with an intense look in his eyes. Munday bends off and starts rolling Prince up to his knees, and eventually up to his feet -- resting him back first against the ropes.

Dunn - I never thought I'd say this, but Munday has firm control of this match.

Kissens - I never thought I'd hear it, y'all.

Munday chops Porta across his chest, sending an echo of the flesh-on-flesh slap throughout the arena. Drake winds up again, and nails a second knife edge chop with the same force -- but Prince grabs him by the back of the head, and turns Drake into the ropes. Prince lays a crushing chop across Munday's sternum, nearly knocking him off of his feet.

Falcoon - Jesus that had to hurt.

Porta pushes Drake's back against the ropes once more, and lays another powerful chop across his already lit-up chest. Drake pushes himself off of the ropes and clutches his chest with both hands, trying to avoid Prince. Porta is quick to catch up with Drake, laying a right forearm across his left cheek. Munday stumbles down to his left knee for a moment before jumping right back up, staggering away from Porta the best he can. Again Porta comes up from behind him, grabbing him in a reverse waist lock. Munday is able to free himself by swinging his right elbow back and catching Porta across the left side of his face. Munday runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes and heads back at Porta looking for a clothesline -- but Porta grabs a hold of Drake's extended right arm and takes him down into an armbar on the mat. Drake yells in pain as he struggles to free his arm, but Porta maintains a strong hold upon it. Munday kicks his legs and somehow flops his right foot onto the bottom rope, breaking the hold.

Dunn - Drake got lucky there.

Kissens - He wasn't going to last much longer.

Falcoon - His arm still sustained a lot of damage.

Porta releases his arm and backs off, allowing Drake to slowly pull himself up to his feet. The two men approach the middle of the ring slowly, with Drake extending his right leg looking for a toe kick. Porta catches his foot and immediately spins him around on his standing left, until Drake is again facing him. Prince lands a quick left jab to Drake's brow, but Munday fires right back with a closed fist to the mouth of Porta. He follows up with a left fist to the right cheek of Porta, who stutter steps to his right. From the stagger he winds up and whips a right hook across the side of Drake's head, knocking him for a loop. Porta pulls himself back up, but Drake sends a short fist to his abdomen -- knocking the wind out of him. Drake stands up and tucks Porta's head between his legs and immediately lifts him up. He lacks the strength to lift him up for a powerbomb, so instead Munday sits out and nails a piledriver on Porta Prince -- shaking the entire ring upon impact.

Kissens - I haven't seen a piledriver in ages!

Falcoon - Drake may have just secured the advantage for good.

Munday slowly rises to his feet and stares down at Porta, placing his hands on his knees in anticipation. Porta slowly picks himself up to all fours as Drake positions himself a few feet behind Porta. Drake rushes behind Porta who pushes himself up to his feet and stumbles around. Munday leaps into the air and grabs Porta around his head, looking for The Darkness -- but Porta is able to grab a hold of Munday's legs and keep him held in the air. He rushes the corner and crotches Munday over the top turnbuckle facing the crowd, countering the RKO.

Falcoon - Porta is still too strong!

Dunn - Munday had the right idea.

Porta begins climbing up behind Munday, and tucks his head under Drake's left arm. As Prince gets to the second rope, looking for a backdrop from the top, Munday begins firing left elbows down across the back of Porta Prince's head until he falls flat to his back.

Kissens - Drake's free!

Munday turns himself around on the top rope, but sees Porta jump up and knock Drake's legs off the top rope. Munday crotches the top turnbuckle yet again, facing the ring, as Porta turns his back to him and steps into the corner. He grabs Drake off of the top rope and holds him over his shoulder in a front powerslam position -- before he sits out and drives Munday's head between his legs.

Falcoon - Third World Takedown out of thin air!

Porta rolls Drake over and lays across him, with the referee making the count soon there-after. 1... 2... 3!

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

Dunn - Porta retains!

Kissens - Good for him!

Falcoon - What an effort from Drake, though.

Dunn - No doubt.

Porta Prince stands in ring with their arm raised when Ray Lopes still seating ringside hops over he guard rail, slides into the ring and then bum rushes them in the corner.

Dunn - LOPES!

Porta tries to fight back but are too exhausted to mount a real offence. After kneeing them in the midsection a few times, Ray lifts Porta onto his shoulders and then propels him over his head and onto his knee. He stands over Porta Prince and looks down at him while he clutches his stomach. Ray stomps on him one more time and then exits the ring and up the ramp to the back.

Falcoon - What the hell was that all about?

Kissens - I don't have a clue. I assumed he was still with us.

Dunn - Now he's back, it seems.

The feed cuts to the back, as Ray enters the backstage area where he runs into Sum Yung Ho again.

Sum Yung Ho – Ray, what was that? I thought you were just here to watch the show?

Ray grins.

Ray Lopes – To be honest Ho, I had every attention of just sitting back and being a spectator tonight, but after watching that joke of a match, I couldn’t help myself. That belt deserves better that’s why I wanted to put Porta Prince on notice that I’m coming after him!

Ray walks off leaving Sum Yung Ho just standing there. The feed cuts back to the arena where we see Missy Janson standing in the middle of the ring awaiting her que to begin introductions.

Falcoon - Lopes is back.

Dunn - And he wants Porta.

Kissens - And I know four guys who also want to get their hands on Porta.

Falcoon - Yeah, these two teams going up against the Champions would love nothing more than to walk out of here with their gold.

Dunn - It's a tall order, but someone will eventually do it.

Falcoon - Well lets send it to Missy so we can find out if tonight is the night.

The camera zooms in on her face as she lifts the microphone up to her mouth and begins to speak.

Missy Janson - The next matchup is scheduled for a one fall with a sixty minute time limit. It is a Triple Threat Tag Team Match for the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships!

The fans cheer loudly at the announcement from Missy.

Missy Janson - Only two men will be legal at a time, and they will be allowed to tag any of the four superstars on the apron into the match. First pinfall or submission wins.

Missy pauses for a second, and clears her throat before continuing.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first from Jersey City, New Jersey and Los Angeles, California respectively... The team of JC and Matt Jackson!

Lights flash then dim, and "Wherein Lies Continue" by Slipknot fills the speakers. The lights all go out and only a spotlight shines on Joe, who comes to the ring without any friendly movements or acknowledgment of the fans, who are booing him. Matt Jackson follows behind him with a wide smirk on his face, with the crowd also getting on his case.

PA system - Thou shalt not

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

Both men enter the ring under the bottom rope and pick themselves up to their feet. They back into their corner, talking to one another as the fans remain adamant in booing them.

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

Dunn - These two are my pick.

Kissens - Same here!

Falcoon - Jackie, you're biased.

Kissens - No way!

The music slowly fades out, with Missy remaining silent due to the overwhelming amounts of boo's

Missy Janson - Coming out next, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and Parts Unknown..."The Son of a Bitch" Trent Steel and The Lost Soul -- The Rogues!

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

With a wide smile upon his face, Trent Steel walks through the curtains glances at the ring while his music blares loudly. TLS follows behind, walking up next to Trent atop the ramp. The fans give them a mixed reaction as they peer out into the masses. Both men take slow steps as they walks down the ramp and approach the ring. Trent keeps the anticipating at an all time high as he plays mindgames with his opponents by taking so long to get the ring -- while TLS slides right under the bottom rope and picks himself up off the mat. Trent walks around the ring and pulls himself onto the apron before ducking through the ropes. He approaches his corner and stands next to The Lost Soul as they begin to talk to one another.

Dunn - Rogues could go two for two here.

Falcoon - And El Plaga has a chance to keep their gold.

The music fades out as Missy continues her introductions.

Missy Janson - And their opponents, from Haiti and Managua, Nicaragua respectively -- They are the current OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions.... Porta Prince and Vernon Somoza -- El Plaga!

The lights go out around the arena, and all you see is the lit-up OWFTron. The phrase, "FUn Can Kill YOU" pops onto the screen and "Bodyguard" by Obie Trice and Eminem hits.

What you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
Show us your as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and get yo' bodyguard?

The spotlight shines on the team of El Plaga, cigar in the mouth of Vernon Somoza. The both don jackets, Vernon wearing his trademark military jacket. Porta is wearing a black sleeveless hoodie, with the words El Plaga airbrushed on the back. As they make their way down the ramp, Vernon is blowing cigar smoke at the fans, while Porta slaps away the waiting hands of fans. With the tag titles wrapped around their waists, Porta slides under the bottom ropes while Somoza taunts the fans in the front row. Porta drapes himself over the ropes, with his arm raised while Somoza climbs the turnbuckle throwing his 2 arms in the air to the jeers of the crowd. They both remove their belts as their music fades out, handing them to the referee.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Both members of El Plaga step out of the ring, watching as the two other teams decide between themselves who will start off the match. JC steps forward, along with The Lost Soul, as Matt Jackson and Trent Steel step onto the apron. TLS runs at JC, but he is taken down with a shoulder block as JC stands himself up tall. The Lost Soul struggles to his feet, a bit dazed, and avoids a clothesline from JC as he rolls under it and picks himsef back to his feet behind JC. TLS spins around and catches JC with a spinning back fist, and lunges down at his legs to execute a double leg takedown. The Lost Soul mounts JC momentarily, laying alternating closed fists directly to his face before JC is able to overpower TLS and push him off of him. TLS backs off and allows JC to get back up to his feet, before swooping behind him and chop blocking his right knee.

Falcoon - Cheap shot.

Dunn - It's not cheap when you're doing it to a guy like JC.

Kissens - Yeah, it's smart.

Dunn - Wow. You're correct for once.

Kissens - I actually use my brain once in a while.

JC collapses to his back as The Lost Soul walks to his corner and tags in Trent Steel. He hops through the ropes and immediately runs towards JC, who is trying to get himself back to his feet. Trent lays a vicious stomp right across JC's right kneecap and keeps him prone upon the mat, grasping at his weakened leg. Steel measures up JC's right leg and nails a second stomp to his knee, while JC now tries to claw his way towards his corner to get out of the ring. Steel is able to stop his progress, grabbing JC by the hair on the top of his head and dragging him up to his unbalanced legs. Steel brings his right arm back, but his haymaker attempt is deflected by the left forearm of JC -- who retaliates by thrusting a big boot towards the face of Trent. Somehow he is able to avoid it by ducking down and under the boot, and chooses to charge off towards the set of ropes behind JC. After the miss, JC turns himself around slowly to see Trent bounce back-first off of the ropes and begin to head back towards him. JC bends over in anticipation, looking for a back body drop that Steel counters as he pulls himself to a stop directly infront of JC. He flings his right leg up and catches JC flush across his chest with a stunning shin kick that straightens his spine as he stands right up.

Dunn - What a kick.

Trent takes a step back only to leap forward with his right arm extended, looking for a clothesline that is easily avoided by a side-stepping JC. From behind, Trent is caught with an elbow strike to the back of the head that drops him down to one knee.

Falcoon - You can't turn your back to JC.

Kissens - I doubt Trent meant it.

Dunn - Yeah, seriously. Why would he be like, "Oh let me turn my back to JC, that huge mother fucker."

Falcoon - Point taken.

JC runs past Trent and heads for the ropes Trent is facing, looking to secure the momentum of this match but as he bounces off of them, he is smacked on the back by Vernon Somoza -- who tags himself in. JC gets distracted for a moment, but turns his attention back to Trent who drops JC with a flawless dropkick. Little does Steel know, Vernon Somoza is the legal man and is laying in wait behind him. Trent is tapped on the shoulder and he turns right into a european uppercut from Somoza that drops him to a sitting position on the mat. Vernon laughs as he reaches down, grabbing a hold of Trent by his hair and delivering a straight right jab that knocks a kneeling Steel back down to the mat. Vernon slowly circles Steel who begins pushing himself back up to his feet, but he catches a stiff elbow to the side of the head that drops him to the ring canvas once again.

Dunn - Somoza is beating the tar out of Steel.

Kissens - He's got a point to prove, and El Plaga has always made themselves the enemies of Trent.

Somoza keeps circling Trent, awaiting him to get back up to his feet before he fires a sharp forearm at the face of Steel. Trent is able to duck out of the way and he rolls himself into an occupied corner, where he is elbowed in the left temple by Matt Jackson -- with the referee signalling a tag. JC pulls Steel through the ropes and tosses him to the concrete floor as Matt Jackson enters the ring and stares at Somoza, who motions for him to bring it on. Jackson slowly approaches, raising his arms looking like he wants to tie-up but delivers a thunderous boot to the stomach instead. Vernon is doubled over for a moment, and Matt capitalizes by grabbing him in a front face lock before falling to his back -- driving the top of Somoza's head flush to the mat with a snap DDT. Matt quickly rolls Somoza over and goes for the pinfall as the referee slides into place... 1... 2... Porta breaks up the count by stomping Matt across the back of his head. The referee pushes Prince back towards his corner, turning his back to the ring. Matt yells to his corner, and JC responds by lifting his right leg up and placing his foot on the top rope. Matt bends over, lifting Somoza up by his hair and keeping a hold of it as he charges towards JC. Jackson drives the unprotected face of Vernon Somoza into the bottom of JC's extended boot -- knocking him flat to his back.

Falcoon - Now that's cheap.

Kissens - No!

Dunn - A little.

Kissens - Nuh uh.

Dunn - Uh huh.

Falcoon - I didn't miss that, at all.

The referee turns back around once Porta exits the ring, and sees no wrong doing being done after JC pulls his boot from the top rope and places it back on the apron. Matt tags JC into the match, as he exits promptly while JC enters. He glares down at Somoza and slowly begins to drag him up to his feet, when Somoza digs his fingers into JC's eyes. JC falls to his right knee clutching his face, while the referee warns Somoza about his eye gouge. Vernon ignores him and slowly pulls himself up from his knees and locks eyes with Porta across the ring. He bought himself enough time to casually stroll towards him, as he eventually tags Porta Prince into the match. Somoza ducks through the ropes and onto the outside apron while Porta darts into the ring and runs at the now standing JC. With one strike, which is a vicious clothesline, JC is sent tumbling down to the mat gasping for air. Prince glares down at JC with rage in his eyes, wasting no time in picking him up to his feet and laying a closed fist that connects with JC's right eye socket. The blunt force staggers him back a step as Porta again charges at JC, but this time he is ready as he grasps Porta around his torso -- stopping his motion before flipping him over his head with a overhead Belly to Belly Suplex.

Falcoon - That was a desperation move.

Dunn - You can't say that. JC needed to muster up all the strength in his body to lift Porta.

Kissens - No way, it was a normal move. JC does those all the time.

Dunn - Whatever you say, but you're biased.

JC starts rolling himself up to his knees while Porta clutches the back of his head, still laying flat on his back. JC looks to his corner, but chooses to turn himself up facing the prone Porta Prince, getting himself to a kneeling position on the mat. JC stands up tall, walking gingerly towards Porta who has turned himself onto his right hip towards the nearest side of the ring. Prince just grabs a hold of the middle ring rope when JC grabs two handfuls of Porta's hair and aides him in returning to his feet. He wraps his arms around Porta's torso once more, looking for another Belly to Belly Suplex. This time Porta is about to thwart the attempts of JC with a well-placed stomp to the toes of his opponent, before driving his head forward -- connecting with the bridge of JC's nose with his forehead. JC finally releases his grip after the headbutt, and he staggers backwards. The Lost Soul reaches out, but JC is able to stop him from tagging himself in. As he rolls to the side, Steel brings a roundhouse kick over the top rope from the outside apron that catches JC on the right side of his face -- flush across his jawline. The referee signals the tag being made, and Trent springboards up to the top rope and leaps at Porta. Trent rears both of his arms up into the air as he leaps at Porta.

Falcoon - Trent is up!!

Prince sees him coming a mile away and steps forward to shorten the distance between the two men. While he steps forward he thrusts his right arm forward and up into the air, bringing his bicep crashing against the throat of Trent and sending him to a fetal position on the mat.

Dunn - And Trent is downnnn.

Kissens - Now that's a clothesline if I've ever seen one.

Prince falls to his knees from the amount of force he used to strike Trent, and he remains there gasping for air. Steel has both of his hands wrapped over the top of his head while laying face-down on the mat, furiously kicking his legs in an attempt to displace the severe pain. Prince falls onto his palms and crawls towards Trent, immediately rolling him off of his stomach. He pushes Trent away from the ropes and over onto his back, before covering him with a lateral press. The referee drops down to his knees and administers the count... 1... 2... Matt Jackson darts into the ring and breaks up the pin with a double axe handle smash across the neck of Porta Prince. Not only does it break up the pin, but the strike also weakens the already tired body of Porta Prince as he flops over onto his back. The referee pushes Matt back to his corner, but he retreats willingly and the referee soon turns back to find both men still laying on their backs.

Dunn - You know what I just realized?

Kissens - What's that?

Dunn - The fans don't have a routing interest here.

Falcoon - I never thought of that, but you're right.

Kissens - I don't get it.

Trent slowly rolls himself back onto his stomach as he inches back towards his corner -- clawing his way across the mat with the tips of his fingers, which are dug deep into the ring canvas.

Dunn - They can't root for Trent or TLS, because they wrote off the OWF.

Falcoon - Nor Porta Prince or Vernon Somoza for the same reason -- except they went further by signing onto NLW.

Porta grabs a hold of the middle rope with both hands and drags himself up to his knees with his back to Trent. The Lost Soul extends his arm into the ring.

Kissens - And they won't root for JC and Matt Jackson because they hurt my Greggy!

Dunn - Exactly.

Trent pulls himself up to his knees, when suddenly three masked men dart down the ramp. They all have on black t-shirts, and their identities are hidden.

Kissens - What the hell...

TLS darts into the ring and runs past Steel and knocks out the referee with a leg lariat. The first masked man, with !!! printed on his chest, slides into the ring and nails a snap kick across the chest of Trent and lays him flat to his back. The fans begin booing loudly, when the second masked man, with $$$ printed on the chest of his shirt, pulls Vernon Somoza off of the ring apron. He nails him with a sharp right elbow before throwing him shoulder first into the steel ring steps on the outside of the ring.

Falcoon - This is bullshit.

Dunn - The referee is out and this place has gone to hell in a hand basket.

The final masked man, with &&& printed on the face of his shirt, grabs a steel chair from ringside and nails Matt Jackson across his back. He crumples to the floor as JC hops off the canvas, and throws a big boot into the chair. "&&&" has the chair driven directly into his face by JC, knocking him flat to his back. Back in the ring, Porta Prince picks himself up to his feet and tosses "!!!" over the top rope and crashing to the concrete floor before turning to see "$$$" looking over the hurt Vernon Somoza. Prince charges and slides under the bottom rope, driving both feet straight into the masked face of "$$$" and sends him to the floor.

Kissens - The participants are fighting back!

The Lost Soul slides out of the ring, grouping up with "$$$", "!!!" and "&&&" as they all head up the ramp to the boos of the crowd. They get pelted with garbage on their way up towards the stage, before disappearing to the back leaving the match in shambles.

Falcoon - Trent has no partner left!

The referee finally pulls himself together and stands back up to his feet, seeing Porta on the outside of the ring helping Somoza while Trent is still laid out on his back. Both JC and Matt Jackson step back onto the outside ring apron, as Porta returns to the ring to avoid the referees count all together. Somoza slowly picks himself back up to his corner as Prince heads for the fallen Trent Steel. He approaches, but when he reaches down to grab Trent he is booted right in the face. The shot only phases Porta slightly as he returns to Steel, who has little time to pick himself up to his feet. Porta does it for him, dragging him up and tossing him into a full sprint across the ring. Steel charges the ropes from Porta's irish whip, and turns his back to bounce off of them. From outside of the ring, Matt Jackson slaps the back of Trent -- but Porta sees this. Steel is allowed to run back towards Porta, who avoids him and turns his attention to the new legal man. Porta runs at Jackson, who brings his knee up to the sternum of Prince and stops him immediately. Meanwhile, Trent runs against the opposite set of ropes he bounces off of and grabs a hold of them. He pulls himself to the outside of the ring to gain a much needed breather, and turns in time to watch Matt Jackson hook Porta in a front face lock. Matt tosses the right arm of Porta over his head, and lifts Porta Prince up into the air for a suplex. He turns him in the air so Porta is still in the suplex position but is now facing Matt. Jackson sits out and executes a perfect Falcon Arrow, keeping Porta's shoulders pinned to the mat.

Dunn - What strength!

Kissens - Not as strong as Greggy.

Falcoon - Nope. He's stronger.

The referee slides in and begins the count... 1... 2... Porta kicks out to the surprise of Matt Jackson, and the crowd. In a rage, Matt Jackson grabs Porta by the hair and starts to drag him up to his feet -- but Prince reaches up and grabs the back of Matt's head, and tucks his head underneath his chin. Porta then lifts his feet from the mat and allows himself to fall to his knees, bringing Jackson's jaw down across the top of his head with a jawbreaker. Matt doesn't fall to the ground, but he is stunned enough for Prince to stumble towards his corner. He makes the tag to Vernon Somoza who runs into the ring and charges at Matt Jackson, who bends down and lifts Vernon straight up into the air by his right thigh and falls back, delivering a Flapjack as he drops Somoza right on his face. The weight of Vernon causes the impact to be strong enough to keep him laid out on his stomach while Matt Jackson has time to casually get back up to his feet. He awaits Vernon as he slowly pushes himself up to all fours, before tucking his right knee up to his chest and planting his foot on the mat. He pushes himself up from his left knee and stands to his feet, and sees Matt Jackson rushing right at him. Vernon ducks a clothesline attempt, but is still very unsteady on his feet as Jackson continues running -- and turns to bounce off the ropes as Vernon staggers back around to face him.

Dunn - He's only going to miss once.

Matt Jackson rushes back and rears his right leg up into the air -- nearly taking Vernon Somoza's head off of his shoulders with a Yakuza Kick. Somoza falls to his back, laying motionless on the mat as Jackson hooks his right leg and rolls across his chest. The referee slides in and looks to make the count... 1... 2... The count is broken by a very weak elbow drop from Porta Prince. The impact is great only due to his weight, and Jackson clutches his head in a good amount of pain -- but Porta is so exhausted that even a simple move can take a lot out of him. He rolls under the bottom rope and onto the apron on the outside, clutching the middle rope as he tries pulling himself up. Meanwhile in the ring, Matt Jackson is up to a kneeling position on his left knee while Vernon has propped himself up on his right hip and right elbow -- rolling away from Jackson.

Kissens - It's a good thing Porta was there, otherwise we'd have a bunch of backstabbers for Tag Champions.

Falcoon - Uh, El Plaga turned their backs on the OWF. As did the Rogues.

Dunn - And TLS turned on Steel.

Falcoon - Yeah, this is like backstabbers central.

Matt stands up and looks to his corner, seeing JC calling for the tag. Jackson walks away from Somoza and towards his corner, tagging in JC who steps into the ring over the top rope. Vernon looks to the nearest corner and sees Trent Steel with his hand extended, and with no other choice he tags him in. Trent enters the ring and rushes at JC, leaping into the air and attempting a cross body block. JC catches Trent and holds him horizontally across his chest, before throwing him over his head with a Fallaway Slam. Steel crashes to the mat holding his back, but JC just sits up showing no signs of fatigue. He rolls himself up to his feet and slowly approaches Trent Steel who has just started to push himself up to his knees. JC lays a clubbing right forearm across the shoulder blades of Steel, knocking him back down to the mat. He then reaches down and pulls Steel up on his own accord. He quickly picks him up over his shoulders, holding steel in a standing firemans carry.

Falcoon - This could be it... Solitare Unravel--

Trent brings his right arm back as hard as he can, in rapid intervals, cracking JC time and time again flush across the right side of his face. The stunning shots force JC to drop Steel off of his shoulders, and Trent lands on his feet behind JC. He grabs a hold of his left shoulder and spins him around, and bends over to lift JC up onto his shoulders. He holds him only for a moment in a standing firemans carry before JC's weight becomes too much to bear. Trent drops to his knees while JC lands on his feet and awaits Steel to get back to his feet. He eventually does, and slowly turns around to end up being grabbed across his shoulders by JC. Trent is able to fight him off and ends up in a collar and elbow tie up in the middle of the ring -- that JC is able to take advantage of within moments of it starting. He forces Trent down to one knee, before forcefully lifting him up and pushing him backwards into the one of two neutral corners.

Kissens - This guy is just a big bully.

Dunn - He's stronger than most, and that's why JC has been so successful.

Trent is able to squeeze out of the situation and darts along the ropes -- where he is clotheslined by Porta Prince, who tags himself into the ring. He turns towards JC who steps back and begins to encircle the ring. Porta follows, with both men staring one another down as they walk to the center in a spiral pattern. The two men raise their arms and lock up in a collar and elbow tie up, with Porta grabbing the left arm of JC and locking it into a wrist lock. JC winces in pain, and starts walking in circles around Porta who stands in the direct center of the ring. Prince keeps turning with JC, grasping the hand and forearm of JC with all of his might. Suddenly JC stops and whips his right arm forward at the head of Porta. Prince is able to duck the clothesline attempt and duck behind JC, grabbing a hold of his head and delivering a Neckbreaker as he lays out on the mat. Porta is stunned from the move, taking nearly as much time as JC to regain his senses and start pulling himself up to his feet.

Falcoon - Prince needs to get out of the ring.

Dunn - He wants to secure that he will walk out of here with two titles.

Kissens - But Somoza is more driven to just regain his one.

Porta measures up JC, backing into what he thinks is a neutral corner -- when he catches a side kick through the middle and top ropes, right to the back from Trent Steel. The referee signals a tag, and Trent immediately hops up to the top rope while Prince remains doubled over right infront of the turnbuckle -- and JC starts picking himself up to his feet. Trent jumps off of the top rope, landing with his left foot with a hard stomp on the back of Porta's neck -- then using it to propel his legs forward towards the face of JC, executing a Missle Dropkick with all three men hitting the mat.

Kissens - Wow. Now that's an entrance!

JC rolls to his corner and Matt Jackson tags himself in, rushing into the ring. Steel is still laid out on the mat, and Jackson peels him off of it and picks him up over his shoulder. Matt Jackson backs into his corner as JC rolls to the outside. He holds Trent there for a second before charging forward to the middle of the ring, and delivering a running Front Powerslam that slams Steel across his back. On instinct alone, Steel rolls away from Jackson and onto his stomach while Matt picks himself to his feet and approaches him very quickly. Matt looks back to the corner to see JC calling for the tag, and he tags him in. Matt and JC act as if they are walking over to Trent, but they charge across the ring and take both Porta and Vernon out with vicious strikes -- dropping them to the floor. Matt turns back to Trent and picks him up, hoisting him up into a spinebuster position.

Kissens - I can't watch this!

JC backs up, facing Steel, and starts to charge at him. Trent is able to nail a short thrust to the throat on Jackson, who drops him -- and Steel positions his head in the way of JC's big boot, which is now flying in his direction. JC inadvertently nails Matt Jackson with the big boot, and he falls flat to the mat.

Dunn - Failure.

JC stares down at Matt while Steel picks himself up behind JC, hooking his arm between his legs and rolling him up with a school boy.

Falcoon - Trent's got JC pinned!

The referee slides in and makes the count... 1... 2... 3!

Dunn - He did it? Holy crap. He did it!

Kissens - No WAY did I think that would happen, y'all.

Falcoon - What a match though. All six men deserve our respect.

Dunn - All five. Fuck The Lost Soul.

Missy Janson - The winners of this match and NEEEW OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears and Tag Team Champions... TRENT STEEL AND--

Prez CJ - And no one!

The image of the President appears on the OWF Tron, cutting off Missy's announcements.

Falcoon - I bet the President is not happy.

Dunn - If you'd shut up we could find out.

Prez CJ - The Lost Soul wants to play some games, so I have decided to show him just how much the OWF sucks -- esspecially when you fuck with business.

CJ takes a deep breath before continuing.

Prez CJ - With the recent actions of TLS walking out on his partner -- he won't be sharing in the spoils that Trent Steel won for his team. Instead, on the next edition of Monday Addiction -- TLS will have a chance to win it back. He's going to be one of three participants in a Triple Threat Match for the Vacant Half of the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships. One of the other two competitors will be picked by yours truely, but the second will be chosen by the man who is already guaranteed to be a Tag Champion...

CJ pauses for dramatic effect.

Prez CJ - Trent Steel!

The fans roar as the image of President Chase Johnson fades to black. Trent is handed both of the Tag Titles as the fans give him a nice ovation for his victory. The rest of the participants are at various points on the stage, heading up towards the entrance way.

Dunn - I can't believe Trent pulled it off.

Kissens - It was only really two on two on one for a bit there. He just got lucky.

Falcoon - Luck or not, it's a huge win for him.

Trent rolls out of the ring once the rest of his opponents have exited and he slowly hobbles up the steel ramp.

Dunn - And now he has a chance to extract an amount of revenge on TLS.

Kissens - And it seems like CJ isn't going to throw The Lost Soul any bones either.

Falcoon - It's a shame one half of the belts is vacant after El Plaga had a very respectable reign.

Dunn - Love them or hate them, you can't deny that they did more for these belts than any other team has since the turnover to BS&T rules.

Falcoon - And there's no way that will be the last we see of them.

The cameras cut backstage where we see Jesse Williams sitting in his locker room, dressed in full ring gear. He is staring down at the floor with an intense look in his eyes when his locker room door is burst open. Jesse jumps up to his feet and raises his fists, prepared to fight anyone who walks in- but slowly drops his arms back to his side once he identifies the visitor.

Jesse Williams - Jesus christ, you scared the shit out of me.

Ray Lopes - Oh I see. You get scared when black people come into your locker room?

Ray Lopes smiles as he and Jesse exchange a handshake.

Ray Lopes - It's good to see you. Even better to see you still on top. What is it, nine months now?

Jesse Williams - Nearly.

Ray Lopes - Wow.

Jesse Williams - So if you don't mind me asking, what brings you here?

Ray Lopes - Just wanted to say good luck out there.

Jesse Williams - Thanks, but I meant back to the OWF.

Ray Lopes - Oh don't worry, you'll see just like the rest of the federation.

Williams stares at him cautiously, while Lopes smiles.

Ray Lopes - Anyways, you have a match to get ready for- so I'll get going. And if things start getting fishy, you know I'll always have your back.

Williams smiles, watching as Lopes exits his locker room. The door slams shut and the smile drops from Jesse's face- and it is quickly replaced by a look of disdain. He turns his attention to the countertop and pulls the OWF World Championship off of the face of it and heads for the door as the feed cuts to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - See, Jesse still has friends.

Dunn - I don't know, Ray suddenly shows up out of the blue. Seems a little suspicious.

Kissens - Williams seemed happy to see his old friend.

Falcoon - And he may be seeing him later if anyone takes Specter up on his offer.

Dunn - Which is bound to happen.

Missy Janson picks herself up from the time keepers table next to the announcers, as the camera pans to the right and follows her. She walks towards the steel ring steps with a microphone in her right hand, and stomps up onto the ring apron. She parts the middle and top ropes, ducking through them and into the ring -- making a bee-line for the center of the mat.

Falcoon - We're just going to have to wait and see about that.

Kissens - I'm excited, y'all.

Dunn - Surprisingly, you have a right to be this time.

Falcoon - Two hometown boys, tearing down the house.

Missy lifts the microphone up to her mouth as she begins to speak.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen... It is time for the Main Event of the Evening... And it is for the OWF World Heavyweight Championship!

The arena explodes unlike it has at any point prior, nearly blowing the roof off the ceiling.

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

She pauses as she waits for the crowd to die down.

Missy Janson - Making his way to the ring first, the challenger... From Las Vegas, Nevada...

Missy pauses as the fans explode for the hometown boy.

Missy Janson - ... Specter!

PA System - Tonight's your lucky fucking night.

Says the voice of the Venetian Vandal to an arena full of fans that may or may not remember the glory days of MVW. The surf guitar sweetness of The Dead Kennedys' rendition of "Viva Las Vegas" assaults the ears of the audience, leaving images of gambling and debauchery dancing in their heads. A wave of purple and silver confetti drifts to the arena floor, indicating that a celebration is in order. What celebration is that?

Why, the arrival of none other than Specter, who steps through the curtain and surveys the arena with a smirk -- followed by his manager Apollo just a few steps behind him. He looks from the ring to the fans, over his shoulder towards Apollo and back again, before beginning his pace to the ring. To his surprise, he receives a warm welcome -- yet still shrugging off the high five attempts and remarks of fans on his way down the ramp. As he reaches ringside he rolls under the bottom rope and pulls himself up to his knees. He stares out into the crowd while Apollo positions himself outside of the ring.

Falcoon - There's Specters ace in the hole.

Dunn - He doesn't need him. He's just there for support.

Kissens - I'm sure.

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

The lights go black as a deep, eerie growl is heard over the PA. Immediately we hear dirty, distored guitars come in before being followed by the drums kicking in.

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

As the music dies down a bit, we see Jesse Williams walk out from the back- with the OWF World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. The lights come back up to a normal setting, shining upon the entire arena. He takes his time walking towards the ring, making sure to take in all his surroundings. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops as the music starts to kick back in.

NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER!

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

YEAH!

He slides into the ring, directly under the bottom rope, immediately holding his arms up as the repeated pounding of the drums resonates in the minds of all the fans watching him. The fans in the crowd explode into a loud chorus of cheers for their Champion, sending a deafening set of applause through the arena. He walks to the side of the ring closest to the cameras. He backs into the corner opposite of Specter, with a wide smile upon his face.

Mediocrity is the killer.

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

As his music fades out, Williams begins to stretch his upper body, using the ropes and getting himself prepared. The referee approaches him and holds up the OWF World Heavyweight Championship once Williams gives it to him. The referee holds the belt up in the middle of the ring, as the fans explode once more.

Kissens - That bastard barely got past my Greggy.

Dunn - And a month later he has another tough challenge.

Kissens - Not as tough as Greg, y'all!

Falcoon -

He hands the belt to Missy, who heads to the ropes and exits the ring. She returns to her seat at ringside, placing the microphone and the OWF World Title onto the time keepers table. The referee signals for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The fans explode as the match gets underway. Apollo claps on the outside, as both men walk towards the middle of the ring. They stand nose-to-nose glaring into each others eyes, with not a word being spoken. Williams pulls his hands up and slams both of his open palms onto the shoulders of Specter, pushing him back a step. He moves forward, standing on the same spot he was pushed from and drives both of his hands into the chest of Jesse, pushing him right back. Williams is sent back a step as well, but takes that step right back while firing a closed right fist straight to the upper lip of Specter.

Falcoon - And here we go!

Jesse nails a short left jab to the stomach of Specter, and completes the three-move combination with a european uppercut that drops Specter to his right knee. Jesse extends both of his hands down to Specter, but he jumps back up to his feet and brings his right knee up into Jesse's pelvis. Williams has the air knocked out of him and Specter takes advantage by laying a stinging shin kick across the left thigh of Jesse as he tries stumbling away towards the ropes. He nearly loses his balance, but finds himself being struck with a second shin kick -- this time to his exposed ribcage under his right arm. Jesse staggers to his left and is grabbed around his midsection by Specter -- who tries to lift Jesse up over his head. Williams is able to counter the attempt by placing his hand on the chest of Specter, and pushes himself away from his body. Once he has given himself enough distance, Jesse pulls his right hand behind his ear and balls it up into a fist. He swings it forward and nails Specter directly across his brow, just over his right eye. The pressure kept throughout the muscles of Specter's arms is lost once he becomes dazed, and he releases Jesse who takes a quick step backwards and rests his back up against the ring ropes.

Dunn - Specter is going to have some shiner tomorrow.

Kissens - I'm sure that will be the least of his worries when this match is over.

Jesse bursts off of the ropes and heads for Specter, who drives the sole of his boot directly into the stomach of Williams -- stopping him on a dime. Specter grabs Williams in a side headlock, wrapping his right arm completely around Jesse's throat and begins leading him towards the corner. He turns so that both he and Jesse are facing the middle of the ring, and then takes two leaping steps before sitting out. He falls to the mat and drives Jesse face first onto the ring canvas with a Bulldog. After executing the move, Specter is able to pick himself up to his feet rather quickly while Williams is a bit slower in his pace of picking himself off of his stomach. Specter cautiously approaches the Champion and grabs a hold of him by his right arm, tugging him up to his feet and tucking his head under the right armpit of Jesse.

Dunn - He's setting him up for the Neon Lights Suplex.

He tries to grasp Williams around the waist, but Jesse rolls his right arm up and delivers two sharp elbows to the back of Specters head. Jesse is able to gain control of Specters right arm, and tosses it over his head -- then lifting Specter straight up into the air. He only keeps Specter vertically for a moment before Williams sits out, and drops Specter straight onto the back of his head with a delayed Brainbuster. The fans give a mixed reaction for both competitors at this point, with Williams still having a majority of fans behind him.

Falcoon - If he got him up, why didn't he go for the J-Dubz Driver?

Kissens - It's far too early to end the match yet.

Dunn - He's working up to it, I assume.

Jesse slowly picks his upper body off of the mat, and sits up with his back to Specter. He rolls himself to his right and stands on both feet, he approaches the legs of Specter and grabs each foot -- separating his legs. Williams tries to step his right leg between both of Specter's legs, but he is kicked by the right foot of Specter who breaks both of his legs free from Jesse's grip. Jesse places his right hand across his mouth, checking for blood as Specter bounces up to a crouched position. He stares right at Jesse, who returns the glare back at Specter who slowly lifts himself back to his feet. The two men rush at each other, with Jesse avoiding a clothesline from Specter and rolling himself around behind his back. As Specter turns, Jesse whips a left roundhouse kick up towards his head but he is able to get his right forearm up in time to absorb the strike there -- instead of to his face. With his free left hand Specter digs his fingers into his face to give himself some space, and rears his pain-riddled right arm back. He moves his hand and brings his right elbow directly to the neck of Jesse -- right below his skull. Williams falls into a daze and Specter capitalizes with a double-leg takedown, dropping Jesse flat to his back. He rolls Williams over onto his stomach and steps upon the back of Williams thighs -- hooking both of Jesse's feet around Specter's calves.

Dunn - Specter's going to get Jesse to tap if he can get this Mexican Surfboard set in.

Kissens - Ha! Williams is a mexican surfboard.

Specter leans forward and yanks Jesse's head back, grasping him around his throat with a Dragon Sleeper -- and hoists Williams up into the air, while rolling flat to his back. He holds Jesse in the Mexican Surfboard and Dragon Sleeper combination hold for a few seconds -- drawing a huge reaction from the crowd.

Falcoon - What the hell is that?

Dunn - It's the Svoboda Sleeper.

Kissens - So I guess that means Piter Svoboda created it.

Dunn - Very good.

Williams is stuck in the hold, yelling in pain with the referee right in his face checking to see if he wants to give it up. Using his weight, he swings his body back and forth and is finally able to tip himself over as he crashes onto his right side in the ring. Specter is forced to release the Dragon Sleeper, but keeps both of Williams feet hooked around his lower legs. Without a moment of hesitation, Specter frees his legs as Jesse rolls over onto his back -- but Specter immediately yanks both of Jesse's feet up into his armpits.

Falcoon - Jesse just got free from the Svoboda Sleeper and now he's faced with another possible submission.

Williams fights with all of his might to avoid being rolled onto his chest but it is no use. Specter applies the Elevated Boston Crab in the middle of the ring, wrenching both of Jesse's legs back towards his head.

Falcoon - And there it is... The Gesture of Friendship!

Dunn - It's locked in, now Jesse just has to tap!

Jesse lifts his head off of the mat and looks towards the side of the ring he is facing. He places both of his palms upon the mat and digs his fingertips into the canvas, clawing his way towards the ropes. Although Specter keeps the Gesture of Friendship applied with all of his might, Williams endures the pain as he strives for a rope break. He makes very slow progress across the ring, but is soon within reach of the bottom rope. The fans begin to chant "Williams! Williams!' as Jesse reaches out for the bottom rope, but he is dragged back into the center of the ring by Specter with small stutter steps.

Falcoon - So close.

As Specter comes to a stop, Williams reaches back and grabs the left boot of Specter -- tripping him up and allowing his own momentum to break the hold as he is set face-first to the mat. Jesse immediately rolls himself up to a crouched position over the back of Specter, and crosses Specter's legs. He places his right leg between the gap made by Specters crossed legs, and Jesse hooks his feet under his armpit -- locking in an Elevated Sharpshooter, with Specters head and neck placed firmly on the mat.

Kissens - That's Jesse's first signature move. What did he call it?

Falcoon - The Jackpot.

Kissens - That's it.

The fans cheer as Williams now holds Specter in a submission, wrenching his legs back as far as he can. The referee checks on Specter, who refuses to give up, as Jesse sits back and applies more pressure to the neck and back of Specter. Specter reaches out with both arms and begins to push his chest off of the mat in an attempt to make his way to the ropes. Using both hands he crawls to the nearest side of the ring and hooks his right arm over the bottom rope. The referee walks over to Jesse and tells him to break the hold, but he refuses. The refereee warns him, and then begins a manditory five count before he would be forced to disqualify him.

Falcoon - Jesse's going to take the loss to hurt Specter.

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

Williams tosses both of Specter's legs to the mat and releases the hold, drawing a bit of ire from the once cheering fans. The referee again warns Williams who just stares at the referee before turning back towards Specter, who is using the ropes to hoist himself back up to his feet. Jesse walks towards Specter and helps him all the way to his feet, and immediately grabs him around his neck in a front face lock. He tosses Specter's right arm over his head and backs into the center of the ring, with the entire arena jumping up out of their seats.

Dunn - He's going for the J-Dubz Driver, when he should have earlier on.

Falcoon - If he can hit it, what does it matter?

Williams tries to pull Specter up into the suplex, but he yanks himself free and falls to his back -- choosing to roll out of the ring. Specters starts walking around the ring, trying to cut off Jesse's momentum with the referee starting the manditory ten count.

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

Williams hops out of the ring, walking to Missy Janson and pushing her out of her seat gently. He grabs a steel chair and turns to follow Specter.

Falcoon - He's going to get disqualified.

Dunn - But he'll keep the belt if he does.

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

Specter is unaware of Jesse being outside as his attention is grabbed by a fan with a sign that reads "I Fucked Sarah Perry."

Kissens - Classy.

7... 8...

Williams returns to the ring, and quickly rolls back out to break the count -- while Specter high fives the fan, to the cheers of the crowd.

1... 2...

Jesse rounds the corner and throws the steel chair with all of his might at the back of Specter's head.

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

At the last second, Specter sees the chair and ducks out of the way -- sprinting into a slide under the bottom ropes. The chair connects with the face of the fan holding the sign -- bringing about a ton of boo's aimed at Jesse, who shrugs them off and slides back into the ring.

Kissens - Serves that guy right.

Dunn - I don't think Williams meant to do that.

Falcoon - You never know with him.

Williams lays on his stomach once returning to the ring, ending up on the receiving end of a vicious stomp to the back of his head from Specter. This forces him down to the mat as he tries pushing himself up, with Specter dropping a second boot across the back of Jesse's head. With Williams stunned, Specter bends down and wraps his fingers up with Jesse's hair -- tugging him up to his feet. He pulls Williams back towards the middle of the ring, but Jesse slaps both of Specter's wrists and free's his hair from Specters grasp. Williams brings a lifting knee directly into the stomach of Specter, doubling him over -- then follows up with a stiff shin kick flush across his chest and left shoulder, standing him back up straight. Williams swings his right leg up to the head of Specter, bringing the top of his boot against the left side of Specter's face with a roundhouse kick. The shot drops him to one knee and Jesse takes off towards the ropes, turning his back to the kneeling Specter. Williams turns and bounces back-first off of the ropes, and charges towards Specter as fast as he can. When he reaches him, Specter leapfrogs over Jesse who ducks under the legs of the leaping Specter and continues sprinting. He runs to the opposite set of ropes, turning again to bounce off of them back first -- with Specter landing on his feet and spinning around on the balls of his feet to face Jesse. Williams throws his right arm forward towards the face of Specter, but he drops down to the ring canvas and locks both of his legs around the legs of Jesse at his ankles. Specter executes a drop toe hold and sends Williams falling flat to his face.

Dunn - Jesse's gonna need a plastic surgeon after that one.

Specter wastes no time as he picks himself up to his feet and grabs both legs of Jesse Williams -- tucking both of Jesse's feet under his armpits. He peels Williams' legs off of the mat and wrenches them back into an Elevated Boston Crab. He continues pulling back on the legs of Jesse, eventually bridging his back and using his left arm to wrap the face of Jesse Williams -- wrenching his neck backwards with the Boston Crab still locked in.

Falcoon - Holy shit...

Kissens - Gesture of Friendship with an added crank!

Dunn - Williams is screwed. If he wasn't injured before this match, he will be now.

Williams yells in pain, placing both of his palms flat on the mat and pushing his upper body off the canvas to alleviate the strain that Specter is forcing from his neck all the way down to his legs. The referee checks on Jesse who refuses to give up, and keeps his chest pressed as far away as he can from the mat. Specter releases the hold of Jesse's head and pulls himself up, still keeping a firm lock on the Elevated Boston Crab as he stands himself back up. Out of nowhere, Specter swings himself backwards and falls flat to his back -- wrenching the legs of Jesse back with him as he hits the mat. Williams yells in pain and rolls towards the nearest side of the ring, laying on his stomach in obvious amounts of pain. Specter immediately stands up to his feet, with the crowd cheering him on with a loud chant of "Specter! Specter!" that brings a cocky smirk across his face.

Kissens - I don't know if it was a good thing that Specter broke that hold.

Dunn - Esspecially after the way he nearly snapped Jesse's legs.

Falcoon - Better than having his neck snapped in half.

Jesse rolls out under the bottom rope, but remains on the outside apron. Specter sits back for a few moments and waits to see what Jesse does, but he just remains on his back. Specter grows tired of waiting and walks past the referee and steps through the middle and top ropes -- joining Jesse on the apron on the outside. Specter balances himself before bringing both of his hands down around the head of Jesse Williams and slowly picking him back up to his feet. Specter is able to easily strike Jesse with a knee to the groin, further gaining an advantage over the Champion.

Kissens - This isn't going to end well for someone.

When Williams bends over, Specter grabs his head in a front face lock.

Dunn - DDT! Do it!

Williams bring his free left hand to the stomach of Specter, and he is able to counter the front face lock by now holding Specter in a suplex position. Jesse hoists Specter up, and turns him around to face him while still in the suplex position.

Falcoon - Not on the apron edge. Don't!

Williams looks to drop Specter with the J-Dubz Driver I, but Specter is able to float over his back and land on the apron directly behind Jesse. Once there, he locks Jesse's left arm in a chickenwing and grapevines Williams' left leg with his right. In a flash, Specter drives Jesse face-first onto the apron as he sweeps out his legs -- with Specter rolling to the floor.

Dunn - Prank Masturbation on the apron! Yes!

Falcoon - Jesse's out!

Kissens - Good! He deserves to hurt!

Specter is able to hop right back up to his feet, while Jesse lays motionless on the ring apron. The fans give a loud reaction to the move as Specter approaches the ring and pushes Jesse under the bottom rope. He slides in next to Jesse and kneels over him before grabbing two handfuls of Jesse's hair. As Specter slowly lifts himself to his feet, he yanks Jesse up along with him -- only to hook his right arm behind his back in a Chickenwing.

Dunn - He's going for another now!

Specter concentrates on grapevinining the leg of Jesse, which allows Williams to swing himself out of the chickenwing -- pulling himself behind Specter, and locking him in a half-nelson. The fans explode as Williams lifts and tosses Specter clear across the ring, dropping him right onto his head and neck with a vicious Half Nelson Suplex.

Falcoon - He caught Specter with the Half Nelson.

Kissens - You'd think Specter would have had that scouted by now.

Specter rolls over onto his back, holding his head in a lot of pain while Jesse rises back to his feet at a labored pace. He glances down at Specter and slowly limps towards the turnbuckle that the Challenger has fallen parallel to. Jesse grabs the top rope as he reaches the corner and steps up to the middle rope with his back to the ring.

Falcoon - Jesse has to take to the air since not many of his attempts at the J-Dubz Driver have worked.

Kissens - And with his legs so weak, he has to go for it now -- or never.

Jesse gets both of his feet onto the middle rope, then steps up to the top with his right -- clutching the turnbuckle with both hands. The fans all stand up to their feet.

Dunn - He got himself up there.

Williams picks himself up to a crouched position on the top rope, facing the crowd when Specter kips up to his feet. He clubs Williams across the small of his back, and slowly begins climbing up the turnbuckle behind him. On his way up, Specter drags Jesse until he is standing straight up on the top rope -- with Specter directly behind him. He locks Williams in a reverse waist lock as the crowd rises to their feet.

Falcoon - He'll kill him!

Specters feet slip as he tosses Jesse over with a release German Suplex from the top rope. Jesse is able to perform a flawless backflip and land on his feet, while Specter's boots get hung up underneath the top turnbuckle -- as he is swung downward into a tree of woe in the corner. Williams raises his eye level and sees Specters predicament, then jerks into a sprint at the corner. Williams slides upon the mat, feet first, and drives both of his boots into the exposed face of Specter -- dislodging him from the corner as he flops over onto his stomach.

Kissens - What a series of moves.

Dunn - Yeah, but Williams nearly died.

Jesse stands up and takes in the cheers of the crowd, when Apollo makes his prescence known by jumping up onto the ring apron. The referee walks towards him, with Williams anaware of Apollo jumping up behind him.

Falcoon - Now Apollo is trying to buy his man some time.

Apollo steps into the ring as the fans get on his case, when from the back Ray Lopes runs through the curtains and heads straight for the ring. The fans explode as Ray slides into the ring and turns Apollo around, nailing him with a short right jab that sends him flying out of the ring.

Kissens - Ray is here to even the score.

Williams turns around for the first time and sees Ray in the ring staring at him, Ray approaches him -- but Jesse swings his right leg up and connects with a roundhouse kick to the left side of Ray's face.

Falcoon - What the hell! He was here to help!

Williams rolls behind Ray and hooks him in a half-nelson, and tosses him over his head. He drops Lopes right onto his head with a Half Nelson Suplex that knocks him unconscious. The fans begin to boo Jesse, who grows furious at their disapproval. He pushes Ray out of the ring with Apollo regains his composure on the outside of the ring.

Kissens - Ray is going to be taken out of here by the medical staff it seems.

Dunn - Probably for his own safety.

EMT's rush to ringside and attend to Lopes, while in the ring Williams turns himself around and looks back to Specter, who has gotten himself up to his feet and begins charging at Williams. Jesse bends down, looking to back body drop Specter over the top -- but Specter is able to stop himself short and throw a clubbing forearm down across the shoulders of Jesse. Lopes is wheeled up the ramp and to the back while in the ring, Specter stands Williams straight up and sticks his head under Jesse's left armpit and grasps him around the waist. Specter swings his right knee up to the groin of Jesse, but Williams is able to deflect it by lifting his right thigh in the way. To counter Jesse's block, Specter releases his grip for a moment to jab Jesse right in the groin with a closed fist. He then flips Williams over his head and executes a bridging Northern Lights Suplex.

Dunn - Neon Lights Suplex!

Kissens - Jesse's shoulders are pinned!

The referee drops to his knees and begins the count... 1... 2... kickout by Jesse! Specter again bridges his back, but kicks his legs over and lands on his feet -- with Jesse laying flat on his back. Specter hooks him around the waist and lifts Jesse back up to his feet, with his head still tucked under the left armpit of Jesse. Specter lifts his right leg upwards, bending it at his knee as he sends it towards the crotch of Jesse Williams.

Falcoon - Another Neon Lights--

Williams hooks his free right hand under the thigh of Specter, grasping it up towards his chest. Williams quickly lifts Specter straight up into the air with a Fishermans Suplex but spins him around in the air and onto his shoulder. He keeps him there or only a moment before sitting out, and driving Specter down to the right side of his legs.

Dunn - J-Dubz Driver III!

Kissens - But he can't make the cover!

Williams lays flat on his back next to Specter as the fans are now evenly split between the two competitors. A dueling chant of "Lets go Williams! Lets go Specter!" breaks out once again, with the fans supporting their wrestler by trying to out-do the other fans. Both men lay motionless for a few more moments when Jesse picks himself off of his back -- leaning on his right elbow with his legs laid out across the canvas. He flops over onto all fours, raising his head lifted to watch Specter -- who still hasn't budged once being driven to the mat. Jesse scrambles to the legs of Specter, hooking him around his right thigh while laying across his chest. The referee slides into place and makes the count, as the fans chant the numbers with him -- 1... 2... thr-- NO! At the last millisecond, Specter throws his left arm up and raises his shoulder completely from the mat.

Falcoon - Holy crap, he kicked out of the third J-Dubz Driver!

Kissens - That move was devastating. It took a lot of heart to kick out of that.

Dunn - You could say that again. I'm surprised these two men can even remain standing.

Williams is pushed off of Specter as he kicks out, laying on his stomach upon the mat for a moment -- before pushing himself up to all fours. He pulls his upper body upwards, straightening his spine as he kneels on the mat. Jesse picks himself up from his knees and stands to his feet very slowly, keeping his eyes locked on Specter who is just rolling himself off of his left side. Unaware of his surroundings, Specter digs his right knee down into the ring canvas and remains kneeling with his back to Jesse. Willams crouches down and stretches himself out, eagerly awaiting Specter's return to his feet. Using his left leg, he propels himself up to the soles of his feet and takes a step away from Jesse, nearly losing his balance. He is able to regain control of his body and very slowly turns himself around, looking for Jesse who sitting behind him -- just waiting. Specter takes a step towards Williams but drops down to both knees immediately as he catches the right foot of Williams flying through the air at the left side of his face. Jesse's roundhouse kick misses it's mark and he is turned away from Specter by his own momentum behind the kick. As Specter pulls himself back up to his feet, Jesse spins himself around on the heels of his feet and thrusts his right foot up towards the stomach of Specter. Although the strike finds it's mark, Specter still is able to grab a hold of Jesse's right boot -- keeping him standing on his left leg alone. Williams lifts both of his hands up, ready to deflect any blows thrown at him by Specter, while hopping up and down on his left foot. Playing away from the obvious, Specter hooks his left calf behind the knee cap of Jesse's left leg and sweeps it out from under Williams. Jesse crashes down upon his back with a thud as he hits the mat, while Specter maintains his grip around the right boot of Williams -- holding his right leg in the air with Jesse's foot tucked under Specter's right armpit. The fans all stand up to get a better view of the action once Specter starts rolling Jesse off of his back, trying to force him over onto his stomach.

Dunn - Specter is working on those legs again.

Specter rolls Jesse over and sits down upon his lower back -- locking in the Single Legged Boston Crab in the center of the ring. Williams yells in pain as he runs all ten fingers through his hair -- grabbing a hold of it at his roots and pulling in as a vice to cope with the pain brought shooting through his leg.

Falcoon - Perry-lizer! This is the same move that nearly ripped Jesse's MCL like a wet napkin.

Dunn - I can't believe that was three months ago, and at the hands of Zack Perry.

Kissens - Don't forget, y'all -- Williams only had to face Zack because Specter walked out on him.

Dunn - No, Jesse hit Specter with an elbow and that's why he faced Zack.

Falcoon - Regardless, that move caused Williams a severe amount of damage to that knee. Not to mention Specter already has targetted it with the Gesture of Friendship twice in this match.

Specter yells in anger as he rolls himself backwards, applying as much torque on the right leg and lower back of Jesse Williams as he can. The fans, wanting to see the match continue, start chanting "Please don't tap! Please don't tap!" towards Jesse. He digs his forehead onto the ring canvas and begins biting his bottom lip, trying to pry his leg free from Specter's grip. He is unable to escape the hold and ends up bloodying his lip from grinding his teeth across the tender flesh. Williams releases the grip his fingers have into the palm of his hands, clutching many layers of his sweat-soaked hair, and reaches his arms straight forward toward the ring ropes. He finds himself unable to muster up an ounce of strength to drag the weight of his lower body, along with the entire weight of Specter which is still all applied on the small of his back. Jesse slides both of his palms back towards his chest and tries pushing his upper body off of the mat, but also finds that to be a difficult task. Williams reserves his strength as Specter wrenches back once more, making the pain in Jesse's leg nearly unbearable.

Kissens - Williams is going to have to make a choice between not tapping, and being physically handicapped for the rest of his life -- or tapping and..

Dunn - Looking like a bitch?

Kissens - I was going to say, living to fight another day.

Falcoon - I think he'd look like a bitch who could live to fight another day.

Dunn - That's fair.

Trying his last option, Jesse pushes himself up only using his left arm -- rolling himself onto his shoulder, and spinning Specter off of his back. Williams flops flat to the mat with Specter standing over him, still clutching Jesse's right boot under his right armpit. Williams curls his toes on his right foot, pressing them against the back of Specter's shoulder, and jerks his knee towards his chest. This brings Specter closer towards him and allows Jesse to lift his left foot and plant it right into his sternum -- while shaking his right leg free and placing the sole of his boot right next to his left foot on Specter's chest. Williams pushes his legs forward and sends Specter stumbling backwards. He slams his head on the top turnbuckle which dazes him for a moment and allows Jesse to slowly drag himself up to his left leg -- placing the right gingerly on the mat for balance.

Dunn - Don't trust him Specter! He's faking.

Seeing his window of opportunity quickly closing, Williams hobbles into a jog across the ring -- eventually building up some speed right before he reaches and destroys Specter with a clothesline in the corner. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, Williams bends over and tucks his shoulder into the stomach of Specter and lifts him up to the top rope. He sits him on the top turnbuckle and slowly ascends the corner -- climbing up to a standing position on the top rope in front of the seated Specter. Jesse leaps into the air and wraps both of his legs around Specters head and swings back -- but instead of flipping over, Specter grabs Williams around both of his thighs and leaps down from the second rope. He holds Williams upside down before sliding his legs down a bit, and hooking both of Jesse's boots under his arm pits -- kneeling down across his back as he locks in a third Elevated Boston Crab.

Kissens - Jesse can't take much more punishment on that leg.

Falcoon - Three Gesture of Friendships just isn't friendly at all.

Williams yells out in pain, as Specter pulls himself back and tries wrenching on Jesse's legs as hard as he can. Luckily for Jesse, he is positioned right in the corner and easily grabs a hold of the bottom rope -- causing the referee to step in and tell Specter to break the hold. He ignores the referee, keeping the Gesture of Friendship locked on tightly.

Kissens - If he gets disqualified, he will blow a whole match worth of effort.

Dunn - Yeah, Specter has to not let his emotions get the best of him.

The referee begins his manditory five count to Specter.

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

Specter drops both of Jesse's legs and backs off into the center of the ring -- receiving a nice ovation from the ever-rowdy crowd. He is warned by the referee, while Jesse has pulled himself up in the corner -- sitting upon the mat, facing the middle of the ring.

Falcoon - Specter needs a new course of action it seems.

Dunn - Williams may be willing to sacrificie that leg in order to win this match.

Kissens - Would he give an arm, too?

Dunn - Leg and an arm, I get it. That was funny.

Apollo breaks his silence on the outside and starts barking orders at Specter, who nods and stops conversing with the referee. He walks along the canvas and towards the corner that Williams is sunk down in, reaching both of his arms downward and grabbing Jesse's long blonde hair directly at the scalp. He uses it to lift Williams up to his feet and presses him back-first against the turnbuckle, then releases his grip. He slides both of his arms down to the right wrist of Williams and yanks him out of the corner. Specter tries to irish whip Williams but as he attempts to release him, Jesse grabs a hold of Specter around his right wrist. Williams tugs Specter towards him, and pulls him right into a sharp toe kick that Jesse fires with his left leg. Jesse steps forward and wraps his left arm around the neck of Specter, holding him in a tight front face lock. Jesse grasps Specter's left arm and tosses it over the back of his head, bending himself over a bit. The second before Jesse attempts to lift Specter -- he has Specter's right knee swing up and connect between his legs.

Dunn - Neon Lights Suple--

Upon impact on his groin, Specter drags Jesse up into the air -- then drops him straight down onto the back of his head.

Falcoon - Northern Lights Driver on Williams!

Dunn - No! It's the Neon Lights Driver.

Kissens - He told you?

Dunn - No, but one could assume.

Specter has a lot taken out of him, laying flat upon his back just feet away from Jesse -- who is also laid out flat to his back. The fans are now getting behind Specter, with not a single soul in the arena sitting in their seat -- instead choosing to stand on the concrete in eager anticipation.

Dunn - You know what I just realized? We must be nearing the hour mark of this match.

Kissens - Ugh, a draw? Please, no.

Falcoon - If Specter can lay across Williams, it should be over.

Apollo shouts words of encouragement to Specter, who is able to peel his back off of the canvas but rolls in the wrong direction. Once he sees only an empty slab of ring canvas Specter rolls back over, and sets his sights on the prone body of Jesse Williams. Specter sets off towards Jesse, pulling himself on his hands and knees as he inches closer to securing a pinfall. The fans are all shouting at the top of their lungs as Specter lays his right arm across the chest of Williams.

Dunn - Specter's got the pin!

The fans count along with the referee, who slides in and makes the count... 1... 2... thr-- NO! Williams thrusts his right shoulder up off of the mat at the very last second, and rolls himself over onto his left side that he no longer can be pinned just by Specter laying on top of him.

Dunn - He had him! That was a slow count!

Falcoon - I thought for sure that would be it.

Kissens - These two are running on fumes alone.

The fans are rabid at this point, nearly tearing their seats from their bolted-down position throughout the arena. Apollo yells at the referee, while Specter rolls himself to his right side with his chest inflating in rapid intervals as he tries to catch his breath. Williams snaps back to reality and wraps both of his hands around behind his head. He clenches his eyes closed in pain while Specter stares up at the rafters, biding his time and waiting to return to his feet. The fans are now firmly behind Specter, with the slight majority leaning towards him as he hoists himself onto his right elbow and rolls himself onto his right side. Jesse keeps his hands around the back of his head, and continually stomps his left boot onto the mat trying to displace the thoughts of the pain. A chant of "Lets go Specter!" nearly drowns out the chants of "Lets go Williams!", with Specter sliding up to his right knee with his left foot planted on the mat. He kneels, facing Jesse who just now rolls over onto his stomach and removes his hands from his head. Specter picks himself up to his feet and reaches down to the back of Jesse's head with his left hand, and grasps Jesse by his hair. Specter slowly peels Williams upwards when Apollo jumps onto the apron yet again, causing the referee to pull his attention towards him.

Kissens - Someone needs to get him out of here!

The fans boo Apollo with the referee confronting him and keeping his back to the ring. Specter, unaware of Apollo's interaction with the referee, yanks Williams up to his knees directly infront of him and reaches his right hand down -- and grabs a hold of Jesse's hair, now with both hands tugging him towards his feet. With the referee distracted, Williams throws his right arm upwards and low blows Specter -- forcing him to release his hold on Jesse's hair. The fans boo Williams heavily as Specter stumbles back into the corner, holding his groin in a lot of pain.

Falcoon - Williams has been hit in the balls about thirty times, and now the fans boo him when he does it once?

Dunn - He did it with the referee's back turned, so it's a scummy move!

Apollo sees that Specter wasn't able to take advantage of his semi-interference, and hops back off of the apron. The fans boo Apollo, seeming as if he costed Specter a golden opportunity. Jesse remains on both knees, facing Specter who remains hung up in the corner.

Kissens - Listen to these fans, I don't think they've ever been so out of control.

Falcoon - We are in Vegas, and these two are both from here.

Dunn - There's a lot at stake.

Williams bounces up from his knees and right into a sprint, charging at Specter in the corner. Williams leaps into the air, but Specter is able to throw his right foot up and catch Jesse with a stiff boot to the face. The impact doesn't knock Jesse to his back but does send him into a dazed stagger backwards towards the middle of the ring. Specter remains hung up in the corner with Apollo right next to him on the outside, keeping his eyes focused on Jesse. He steps out of the corner and approaches Jesse, who rears his right arm back -- but Specter swings his foot forward and kicks Williams directly upon his right knee cap. He falls down to that one knee and abandons the idea of punching Specter, who steps forward and grabs the coiled right arm of Jesse Williams. He yanks him to his feet and with a grip of his arm irish whips Jesse towards the corner. Williams turns his back as Specter releases his arm and crashes back first into the turnbuckle. He stumbles out, stepping towards Specter who closes the distance between him and Jesse. Williams walks right towards a bent over Specter, who tucks his head under Jesse's right armpit and grasps him around the waist -- with his back to the middle of the ring.

Kissens - He's setting up that Neon Lights Suplex!

The fans all stand up and shake the foundation of the arena with their screams and stomps, as Specter holds Williams tightly. Specter goes to lift his right knee, but has it grabbed at his ankle under the bottom rope. He looks down to see Apollo, of all people, clutching his foot and preventing him from striking Williams.

Dunn - WHAT THE HELL APOLLO..

Falcoon - What is he.. -- Is he screwing Specter!?

The fans emotions all turn sour as they boo Apollo with everything they have in their lungs. Specter tries to free his leg, finally kicking Apollo off and maintaining the Northern Lights Suplex position -- but Jesse quickly tucks his head under Specter's right arm, and hoists Specter straight up into the air with a vertical suplex.

Dunn - God damnit, no!

Jesse turns Specter in the air and holds him over his shoulder for a moment -- then sits out and drives Specter straight down to the mat, directly on his head and neck, to the right side of his legs.

Falcoon - J-Dubz Driver I!

Williams keeps his right arm over the chest of Specter, and presses his shoulders to the mat -- reaching with his left arm to hook Specter's left leg at the knee. The fans are now furious as pieces of trash start to litter the ring. The referee drops to his knees and counts the pinfall... 1... 2... 3!

Kissens - Jesse retains!

Falcoon - We were only a few minutes away from the time limit, as well.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match... and STILL OWF World Heavyweight Champion... JESSE WILLLLLIAMS!

Dunn - That son of a bitch Apollo.. Specter could have had a draw.

Jesse rolls out of the ring as the fans give the result of a match a thunderous slew of boos in disapproval. The referee slides to the outside and looks to hold up Jesse's arm, but he pulls himself away and limps away . He staggers around the ringside area, while Apollo runs towards Missy Janson and grabs the OWF World Title.

Falcoon - And he's not even done.

Jesse heads for the ramp, when Apollo sprints around the ring and stands before Jesse.

Kissens - He just screwed Specter to a stand still.

Falcoon - Not to mention he made Jesse's life hell and just tried to steal the World Title.

Dunn - Kill him Jesse. Do it for Specter.

Williams looks at Apollo, and both men smile. He hands Jesse the World Championship and holds it in his right hand. Apollo grabs a hold of Jesse's left wrist with his right hand, and yanks his arm into the air. At the base of the ramp, both Apollo and Jesse Williams hold both of their arms into the air -- with Jesse showing off the World Title for all to see.

Falcoon - THIS WAS A SETUP?

Dunn - Wow...

The fans are now screaming obscenities and hatred at Jesse and Apollo as the two men lower their arms and slowly trek up the steel ramp. They are pelted with a disgusting amount of garbage, ranging from full cups of soda or beer -- to half-eaten items of food and even pieces of change which are meant to do damage.

Kissens - Jesse turned his back on the fans, that asshole!

Falcoon - I'm completely shocked.

Dunn - Yeah.. Wow.

Falcoon - To be fair, they turned on him a while ago... but, he just completely fucked Specter.

Kissens - Pardon your french.

Falcoon - Fuck it, I'm pissed.

Dunn - ... Wow.

Apollo and Jesse Williams pause at the top of the stage, staring down at the ring looking at Specter who has pulled himself up to his knees now and stares at the two men. Again Apollo holds up Jesse's arm in victory, and the two receive the loudest amount of boo's that have been dished out tonight.

Falcoon - Fuck you!

The two men disappear behind the curtains, leaving Specter in the ring with a look of rage on his face. The fans attention turns back to the ring, following a group of referee's who have trotted down to the ring to help Specter to the back. They all slide in and walk over to him, trying to help him up but he pushes them away.

Kissens - Just take the help.

Specter flops down to the mat and rolls himself over until he exits under the bottom rope. He places both of his feet on the concrete floor, holding the back of his head as the referee's jump out and again surround him. He steps away from them, looking to walk out on his own power -- as the fans all applaud him and cheer him on with the same intensity level they booed his former manager and opponent.

Falcoon - Specter put up one hell of a fight tonight.

Kissens - And the fans are showing their appreciation.

Specter hobbles up the ramp, with the referee's keeping their distance behind him, as a chant of "Thank you Specter!" breaks out throughout the arena. Specter stops right before the entrance way and stares out into the crowd, looking confused before dipping through the curtains and out of sight.

Falcoon - Well... I don't really know what else to say.

Dunn - You and me both.

Kissens - I can take it from here!

Falcoon - Be my guest.

Kissens - Thank you for joining us tonight for Clash of Champions! We'll see you on the next edition of Monday Addiction!

The feed cuts from a shot of the MGM Grand Gardens Arena, to the OWF logo -- before cutting to black.