Ray Lopes is seen entering thru the back of the Outsider Dome in regular street clothes and a gym bag draped over his shoulder. He stops as Sum Yung Ho walks up to him.

Ray Lopes - Hey Ho, what can I do for ya?

Sum Yung Ho - Got time to answer a couple questions?

Ray looks at his watch.

Ray Lopes - Sure.

Sum Yung Ho - Okay, what did you think of Porta Prince’s interview with your mom, he showed on Addiction?

A smirk comes across Ray’s face.

Ray Lopes - You wanna know what I think about Porta Prince’s interview with my mom? I think anybody who really believes that was my moms is a fucking idiot! First of all my mom’s name isn’t Gina Fuentes! I’m not revealing what my mom’s real name is, but it sure as hell isn’t that! Everybody knows who my dad is by now and his last name is Belin, so where do you think I got the last name of Lopes from? My mom obviously and my last name isn’t Fuentes now is it? Truth be told, I knew Porta would try pulling a stunt like this, so I set him up. I knew he’d be snooping around trying to find some info out about me, so I paid some guys to give him false info. So let me tell you about that “women” Gina he thought was my mom, you know his number one fan that he was talking about having a conjugal visit with…guess what? Wait for it, wait for it…she’s a post op tranny!

Sum Yung Ho - WHAT?!

Ray pulls out a pic of Gina Fuentes the “women” Porta Prince thought was Ray’s mom in her post op tranny form and also as a man.

Sum Yung Ho - Oh my…

Ray Lopes - That’s right, that’s Porta Prince’s number one fan right there, Ms. Gina Fuentes! Wow, you sure know how to bag ‘em Porta.

Sum Yung Ho doesn’t quite know what to say after that revelation, so she goes to another question.

Sum Yung Ho - So tonight you’re scheduled to referee the match between Porta and Jesse for the OWF title. What can we expect from you as a ref?

Ray Lopes - That’s the question everybody’s been asking me this past week? I guess everybody expects me to automatically screw Porta, but I’m pretty sure Gina did that already!

Ray laughs.

Ray Lopes - No, but seriously I have nothing to gain from screwing Porta out of the OWF championship tonight. I already got a guaranteed match against him for the Caribbean title, so I’m more than set.

Sum Yung Ho - Yeah, but if he were to become the OWF champ too, maybe he’d put both titles on the line against you.

Ray Lopes - Maybe, but I doubt it.

Sum Yung Ho - What about Jesse Williams? You and him used to be pretty good friends, right?

Ray Lopes - Yup, key words, “used to be.” I’ve been knowing Jess since ASW, that’s where we first became cool. Then he got me to come to OWF and when he took up residence in my hometown of Los Angeles, we would hang out, but there’s not much of a friendship between us anymore, especially not after that stunt he pulled at Clash of Champions.

Sum Yung Ho - So do you plan on screwing him then? I know a lot of people would be happy to see that belt not around his waist anymore.

Ray Lopes - I don’t plan on screwing either of them. I’m gonna call it right down the middle just like a regular ref would. Whoever wins, its going to be because they deserved to win and not because I screwed the other guy over, so I guess you can say they are both gonna get what they deserve tonight. Now if you excuse me I gotta go pick up my referee's uniform.

Ray nods at Sum Yung Ho and walks away.

The feed cuts in to the Outsider Dome -- which is sold out, and rocking with every fan on their feet. Pink and red pyrotechics fire off on the custom stage while the OWF Tron plays a highlight video package. There is no music, but the lights are dim and the void of music is made up by the screams of the fans and the thundering fireworks. Eventually they die down, and the house lights come back up. Although a thick fog hangs in the dome -- we can see the titanium X structure, supported by dozens of pulleys, across the roof of the custom built Dome. Sitting upon the platform held by the pulleys is a lone ring, hung about eighty feet above the ring set up on the concrete floor. It is hard to get a good view of it with the camera panning around so face, but the fans seem more interested in getting the show going then getting a look at the ring that will be used later tonight.

The cameras cut to the announcers booth, where Gordie Falcoon, Jackie Kissens and James Dunn all sit staring at the cameras intently. They begin yelling over the screaming fans, trying to get a few words in.

Falcoon - AAAAHOOOOOOO! AND WELCOME... to Funeral of Hearts!

Dunn - This is the best time of the year. We go from Holiday Bash, to Clash of Champions, to this, and then Quest For The Best in April.

Kissens - No doubt about it.

Falcoon - But right now, we have one hell of a card lined up for tonight.

Dunn - With the coup de grace being our Main Event -- The 2009 King of the Mountain Match.

Kissens - It's going to be a doozy, y'all.

Dunn - Many people have experienced that match before, so we shall see who has learned from past mistakes.

Falcoon - Piter hasn't had many mistakes in King of the Mountain.

Dunn - That is true.

Kissens - But before we even get to that, we have a World Title Match between Porta Prince and Jesse Williams.

Falcoon - Don't forget the Sensational Six-Way, which should be coming up now.

Dunn - And with all of the talent, the winner will earn the appreciation of the fans for sure.

As we cut to the ring, the OWF fans suddenly hear "Wherein Lies Continue" by Slipknot over the speakers. They boo, because they were not expecting the arrival of JC tonight.

Falcoon - Here comes someone the fans have no appreciation for.

Kissens - He hurt my Greggy, y'all. He doesn't deserve it.

Dunn - I'd watch what you say, he may hurt you as well.

Falcoon - He interupted our telecast!

Dunn - Let it go.

JC walks down the ramp, Tears Championship belt on his shoulder. He looks dressed to compete. The fans throw cups in his general direction and he ignores it. He climbs into the ring and grabs the microphone from Missy Janson at ringside. The fans continue to boo, but once they get tired of doing so, JC speaks.

JC - As you kind, gracious fans have probably noticed, I am not in a match tonight. I am one half of the tag team champions, and I am not competiting. You see, if you don't compete in the clusterfuck that is the King of the Mountain, you don't compete. Why would I join that match? To get to make any match I want? I do that anyway. I wanted a World Heavyweight title match with Jesse Williams, so I destroyed some people and got it. I wanted the tag titles, so I provoked El Plaga and got it. Why do I get what I want? Because I am better than everyone else here.

The fans boo once more. JC once again, calmly waits for them to quiet down before continuing.

JC - There is one thing I want that hasn't happened. This organization is still unclean. It still needs to be purified. I've done a pretty good job of removing several tumors: Hang Ten, Moxie Roxie, Vacant, Greg Jackson. Even El Plaga are no longer the tag team champions, and Porta's probably going to lose both his World title opportunity and the Network Championship before too long, because someone with talent is actually going after it. But I've discovered that I can only cut out so many tumors before the face of the OWF is still a cancerous body, with many scars from previous operations.

The fans begin an abrupt "OWF" chant, which JC nods along with.

JC - I like this place too. I respect a fair amount of competitors here. I don't like my partner, Trent Steel, but at least I respect him. I even like the fans. This is who I've been working for. I've been trying to heal this place, to cure it of it's disease. But I've discovered that something drastic will have to be done in order to heal this place for good. You see, the main cause of OWF's cancer, is in it's brain. While I've been trying to remove lesions on the skin I haven't went far enough into the body in order to discover the real reason this place needs my help. That reason is the president of the OWF, Chase Johnson.

The fans cheer CJ, which irritates JC for the first time tonight.

JC - I'm suprised you people would cheer that man. All he does is screw you over. Chase Johnson does not care about the fans. Chase Johnson doesn't even care about this company, or the people who work for him. That's why he allowed El Plaga to take these tag titles to NLW. That's why he allows Jesse Williams to get away with the cheating that he's used to defeat both Greg Jackson and Specter. You fans don't like me anymore, and what did CJ do when I revealed that I destroyed Moxie Roxie? He gave me a World title match. He rewarded me. Chase Johnson does not care about you, me, or anyone else that is under his employ. He only cares about his bank account and his fiscal status.

Falcoon - JC's moving into dangerous territory if he's going in the direction that I think he is.

Dunn - He's got a point though.

JC - You see, I've decided that OWF can still be saved. But to do so, you need to remove it's brain cancer. You need to remove the man at the top. Which is why, starting at this point, I am declaring war on Chase Johnson.

Falcoon - Oh no.

JC - Johnson, you may have won the battle with NLW. You may have negotiated your way into getting X-T and El Plaga to remain with the company. I am a battle, a war, you cannot win. I will destroy this company from the bottom with the jobbers like Van Pelt and CokeKid, all the way to you, Johnson. I will remove you from your position, and recreate this company in my image. The image of perfection, of competition, of WRESTLING. It doesn't really matter what reaction you take here. You could ignore it, you could increase security...or you could fire me on the spot. It simply does not matter. You may be in power, but not for long. I will heal this company, with or without your help.

JC drops his mic and leaves the ring, to no music and a shocked audience.

Kissens - I'm scared.

Dunn - Why? Everyone and their mother has declared war on CJ.

Falcoon - Dealing with JC is like nothing that Chase has dealt with before.

Dunn - I say wait until Cokekid and MVP are down -- then we can worry.

JC walks up the ramp and disappears backstage before the fans can even absorb what he just laid out verbally. We cut back to the ringside area to see Missy Janson picking herself from her seat at the time keepers table -- holding a microphone in her right hand.

Falcoon - I know one thing is for sure, CJ will not be pleased that JC interrupted the start of the show for that.

Kissens - Oh you can bank on that.

The camera follows Missy as she heads towards the ring, hiking up the steel steps nearest to her as she heads up onto the ring apron.

Kissens - Well the Sensational Six-way is happening now, only a few minutes delayed.

Falcoon - Still. JC took time out of the opening to criticize the President.

Dunn - Yeah, that's never smart.

Once Missy makes her way on the ring apron she steps through the ropes and enters the ring. She immediately heads for the center of the squared circle, drawing the attention of the fans who remained focused on the ring after JC left.

Falcoon - All he can hope for is that these six competitors outshine his speech.

Dunn - It's possible.

Kissens - Not very feasible, but definitely possible y'all.

Falcoon - Well, we'll find out in a few moments. First, let's send it to Missy.

Missy turns to face the live set of cameras, taking in the warm reception from the crowd before lifting the microphone up to her mouth.

Missy Janson - It is time for the first match of the evening, and it is scheduled for a one-fall with a thirty minute time limit. It is a Sensational Six-way Match -- with the first pinfall or submission ending the match.

The fans return to their seats, with a modest interest in the opening bout of the evening.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, making his OWF debut... From Edmonton, Alberta, Canada... Hell!

The Beautiful People by Marilyn Manson hits the PA and Hell appears on stage he raises both arms before bringing them down and walks down the ramp ignoring everything around him and simply staring at the ring. He climbs into the ring slowly before arriving in the center of the ring and stretching up for his match.

Falcoon - Poor Missy, all of these competitors are making their debuts.

Dunn - So, she's going to be announcing it five more times?

Falcoon - Probably.

Dunn - Dumb broad.

Kissens - Hey!

Dunn - Sorry. That's you.

Missy Janson - Out next, also making his OWF debut... From Bardsley Island, Wales... Caliban!

Arena darkens and music begins and Caliban enters at this point but is not yet visible. At the moment the main riff of the track kicks in a pyro goes off with Caliban arms raised. He then proceeds to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and enters the ring, retreating to his corner acros the ring from Hell.

Missy Janson - Making his way to the ring next, the third competitor making his debut in the OWF... From San Antonio, Texas... Thunder!

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

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

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

Dunn - Ring is getting pretty full now.

Kissens - I'm shocked the first three have shown up, y'all!

Missy Janson - The fourth competitor, making his debut as well... Lester Chase!

Without any music or pyrotechnics, Lester Chase walks out from the back and trots down the ramp. He heads right for the ring and slides under the bottom rope -- preparing himself for his match as he backs into the last vacant corner.

Missy Janson - Out next, the fifth new talent to debut in this match... From The Hall of Justice... The Avenger!

Over the PA, a voice is heard:

PA System - Courtesy of your Friendly Neighborhood Avenger!

"Courage" by Alien Ant Farm comes over the speakers and The Avenger leaps out on the stage, making heroic poses. As he moves down the ramp, he shakes hands, kisses babies, and signs autographs. He stands at the ring, makes sure his cape is attached and then leaps up onto the apron, before climbing up the turnbuckle and doing yet another heroic pose.

Kissens - We need more heroes!

Dunn - That show sucks.

Missy Janson - And finally, the last competitor making their OWF debut... From Bartow, Florida... Trea Day!

The lights cut off for a few seconds and "The Way of the Fist" blares over the speakers. Then the lights flash back on with smoke comin down te ramp and Trea Day stands with a towel over his head then walks down the ramp slowly. He enters the ring and waits for the match to the begin.

Dunn - Well everyone is in the ring.

Falcoon - That's good to see!

Missy exits the ring, heading back to her seat as the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The ref calls for the bell and the six men take a moment, sizing each other up -- before Trea Day explodes from the corner, charging towards Thunder. The other four men tie up accordingly, with The Avenger and Hell locking up as well as Caliban and Lester Chase. Thunder takes Trea Day down with a big boot, which bounces his head off of the mat. Thunder stoops down and grabs him by the shirt and heaves him up to his feet. Thunder smashes a fist into his gut followed by a huge elbow to the face, busting open Day’s nose.

Falcoon - We got our first sign of blood.

Dunn - And I can almost guarantee not our last.

Falcoon - Well, Trea Day had better hope it's his last showing tonight.

Avenger takes down Hell with a huge head scissors attack. He quickly spins over and smashes fist after fist into Hell’s face, before Hell grabs his forearm, before jamming his knee into his chest and flipping him neatly over. Hell scrambles to his feet, Avenger sits up and Hell smashes a kick hard across his jaw. Avenger falls back to the mat, holding his face. Hell follows up with a few kicks to the rib cage before Avenger can roll out of the way.

Dunn - Hell is kicking the... hell... out of The Avenger.

Falcoon - Nice one.

Lester Chase and Caliban continue to trade shots in the corner, before Chase ducks a right hand and smashes Caliban’s face down on the turnbuckle. He goes for a second hit, but Caliban raises his foot and smashes and elbow hard into the jaw of Chase. He bounces off the ropes and executes a huge bulldog which lays out Chase across the mat.

Falcoon - Now Caliban is taking it to Lester Chase.

Dunn - There's almost too much action to take note of.

Kissens - If that's the case, you better excuse yourself before King of the Mountain.

Meanwhile on the other side of the ring, Thunder boots Trea Day in the gut, and sets him up for a powerbomb -- but Caliban notices and charges across the ring and hits a HUGE flying clothesline which forces Thunder back into the corner. Trea Day straightens up and both of them begin to hammer punches into Thunder’s chest and face. Suddenly both look at each other…and begin trading rights with one another.

Falcoon - It's hard to tell who has the advantage here.

Dunn - Thunder is doing alright for himself, as is Avenger.

Kissens - I don't know if I'm ready for this type of match so soon.

Thunder shakes the cobwebs out, and looks at the spectacle in front of him, he grabs both men and smahes their heads together before exploding forward and taking them both down with a huge clothesline. Avenger charges across the ring, but Thunder takes him down with a powerslam. Leaving only the big man and Lester Chase. Thunder slowly advances tossing his long hair out of the way. Lester looks one way and then another before rushing forward and dropping boots into the right knee of Thunder. Thunder painfully limps back before nailing a huge right hand on the smaller man. Chase staggers back but then rushes forward, spinning around the large man and trying to lock in a sleeper hold. Thunder flails a bit before dropping onto one knee.

Dunn - Thunder is going to sleep!

Falcoon - If Chase can keep that hold on.

Meanwhile, Caliban and Trea Day slowly get to their feet and begin to trade punches of their own again back and forth, Caliban slowly begins to get the upper hand, before Trea Day boots him hard in the nuts, following up with a huge knee to the face.

Falcoon - Now Trea Day is getting his in on Caliban!

Hell stalks up towards Avenger as he shakily raises to his feet. As soon as Avenger gets to his feet, Hell wraps him up, looking for a reverse DDT. But Avenger shoves a thumb into the eye of Hell. Avenger slips out of Hell’s Arm and executes a DDT onto the mat. Thunder has struggled up to his feet and drops onto his back, crushing Lester chase beneath his girth. Lester groans in pain and begins to gasp for air. Thunder pushes up to his feet before dropping back down smashing an elbow into the chest of Chase.

Dunn - I've never seen this Thunder guy before, but he's got some good moves.

Kissens - Very impressive indeed.

Caliban and Day are still fighting back and forth, exchanging high impact moves before Caliban hits a fisherman suplex and holds for the pin. The referee drops in and administers the count. 1... 2... The pin is broken up by Thunder as he charges across the ring and smashes a shin bone into the rib cage. Caliban rolls over holding his ribs in pain. The Avenger and Hell both run at Thunder, but he drops his shoulder and neatly flips both of them over the top rope. Trea Day makes a charge, looking for some sort of tackle to follow it up, but Thunder tosses him up onto his shoulders and slams him down into a powerbomb pin.

Falcoon - What a devastating move.

Dunn - Trea Day may be in trouble.

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

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

Falcoon - That match turned out a lot better than I thought it would!

Dunn - It was a nice way to start the show.

Kissens - Also a good way for these superstars to get their names out there.

All of the men remaining the ring, are given a warm reception from the crowd as they exit. They quickly head up the ramp, and disappear backstage one by one -- with Thunder hanging back to have his arm raised.

Dunn - Hopefully these guys stick around, we need more talent like them.

Falcoon - You never know with new talent. Here today, gone tomorrow.

Kissens - Hopefully the cheers of the fans will keep them here.

Once all of the partcipants have disappeared backstage, the feed cuts to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - If it keeps the fans interested, especially with such a jam-packed card, you know they are doing something right.

Dunn - They may get overshadowed by the King of the Mountain and the World Title Match -- but atleast they got to show their stuff.

Kissens - That's a lot more than most people get a chance to do.

From next to the announcers table, we see Missy Janson approached by a member of the OWF Staff. He hands her a note and then quickly disappears out of the camera's view. She turns her head and stands herself out of the steel chair -- grabbing the microphone off of the time keepers table with her left hand, while her right holds the note.

Dunn - Looks like Missy just got some information.

Falcoon - And she's heading for the ring.

Missy walks towards the steel ring steps and ascends them quickly. She enters the ring through the ropes and walks to the direct center of the squared circle.

Kissens - Is it time for the World Title Match already?

Falcoon - I don't think so.

Dunn - Well lets hear what she has to say.

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

Missy Janson - The following is a bonus match, requested by both individuals. It's scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first, Drake Munday!

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

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

Drake looks angry as he makes his way to the ring. It seems as though he did not want this matchup but was ordered to do so. He is especially unkind to the crowd who boos him.

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

Drake takes his steps slowly as if each movement causes him great pain. Drake finally arrives at the ring and jogs up the steel steps into the ring.

Dunn - I'm not sure what this upcoming match is, but here comes Drake Munday.

Kissens - The King of the Mountain isn't starting early, is it?

Falcoon - No, that's our main event. It looks as though Drake will be competing twice, however.

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

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

PA System - Thou shalt not

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

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

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

He climbs down, glares at the audience and warms up for his match. JC grabs the microphone from Missy and speaks quickly.

JC - In case you're wondering, this is a training session. Drake...I won't allow you to compete in King of the Mountain if you do not participate. I want to gauge your abilities and see if you're worth my effort.

Drake reluctantly nods, and JC gives the microphone back to Missy who steps down to ringside as the bell rings.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Kissens - A special "training session"?

Dunn - It's a treat for the fans, I'm sure they want to see these two rip each other apart!

Falcoon - These fans want to see anyone rip JC apart, but unfortunately no one has come close.

JC and Drake circle the ring. JC motions for Drake to attack and Drake charges blindly. JC steps out of the way and lets Drake hit the ropes. Drake quickly bounces off and catches JC with a surprise rollup. JC kicks out before any count was made and gets up to his feet. Drake offers JC a sarcastic handshake and JC refuses it. Drake then locks up with JC. JC forces Drake into the turnbuckle and the referee forces him to break. He slowly backs off and then cheap shots Drake with a punch to the face. He then grabs Drake by the back of the head and tosses him to the outside.

Falcoon - JC really doesn't have any respect for Munday.

Dunn - He's trying to teach him. As JC has said, Drake has potential but he needs a lot of improvement.

Kissens - He's done pretty well without JC's training, why would he need it now?

JC follows after Munday whips him into the ring post. Munday connects with his face and the force makes him fly off of it and hit the ground with a thud. JC throws Munday back inside and goes for a pinfall...1...2...Munday kicks out. JC picks up Munday and throws him into the ropes then as Drake comes back JC gets a drop toehold. He works that into an STF. Munday cries out in pain as JC twists the neck. Munday pushes forward and gets to the ropes, which were close by. Munday is slow to get up and JC knees him in the abdomen. Munday spills outside holding his head. When JC follows, Munday tries some punches. JC shrugs them off and whips him back first into the guardrail.

Dunn - If this match is any indication, Munday's got a lot to learn.

JC rolls Munday back into the ring and covers again, 1...2...another kick out from Munday. JC throws Munday back outside and as he's out there he grabs the microphone.

JC - Come on, Munday. Fight back! You worked harder than this fighting guys like Jason Chase!

Drake is struggling to get up as JC lifts him up and drops him face first on the apron, before rolling him back in. JC pats his leg, signaling for a big boot. He charges but Munday leaps up and connects with a dropkick. Munday tries to gain some momentum by bouncing off of the ropes and hitting JC with a series of elbow drops. He quickly covers..1...JC kicks out. He covers again and JC kicks out yet again. Drake lifts JC to his feet and hits him with a knee to the head. JC staggers backward and falls through the ropes to the floor. Drake baseball slides out, kicking JC into the barricade. Drake then stands and poses to the crowd, who begin to boo him.

Falcoon - Drake's finally got the upper hand, but the crowd doesn't like either one of these two.

Kissens - Why should they, y'all?

JC pulls himself up at the announcer's table and Drake charges, tackling him and sending them both flying over the top and into the announce team.

Dunn - Look out!

Falcoon - Can't you two fight somewhere else?

Drake mounts JC and begins raining down punches. JC shoves him aside and gets to his feet. Drake climbs on top of the table and jumps off with a flying double axe handle. JC is knocked back first into the apron. Drake rolls him into the ring and tries for another cover..1...2...JC kicks out with force. Drake gets up and signals for the The Darkness.

Kissens - Looks like Drake's going to finish off JC!

Drake leaps up in the air and attempts his finisher, but JC pushes him off into the ropes. As Drake bounces back, JC gets him into a torture rack.

Dunn - Or maybe JC's going to finish Drake!

Drake struggles and drops behind JC and stands there. As JC turns around, Drake connects with The Darkness!

Falcoon - JC didn't see it coming! That could do it!

Drake gets up and poses to the crowd as JC lays in the ring. Drake notices JC starting to move and so he drops down for a cover, 1...2...and JC kicks out.

Kissens - Drake waited too long, y'all.

Dunn - We'll never know if that would have ended it, but Drake certainly did take his time.

Drake grabs the legs of JC and falls backward, catapulting him into the turnbuckle. JC connects and as he turns around, Munday is already up and he hits him with a dropkick. Drake throws JC into the ropes and attempts a clothesline. JC ducks, turns around and attempts his second big boot. Drake ducks that and kicks JC in the stomach. He attempts a second Darkness, but JC shoves him off and Drake hits the mat. JC bounces off the ropes and with a full head of steam, he connects, giving Drake a sickening big boot to the fact. Drake falls to the mat.

Falcoon - That's gotta be it. Drake is out cold.

Dunn - That might be it for Drake completely, tonight.

JC lifts Drake to his feet, but suddenly Drake leaps up into the air for another Darkness! JC holds on this time, and swings Drake onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Once Drake's up there, he swings Drake around again into a sitout spinebuster.

Kissens - Oh no, the Solitaire Unraveling.

JC nonchalantly covers Drake as the referee counts, 1...2...3!

Missy Janson - Here is your winner, JC!

Falcoon - Looks like Drake's not ready to compete on the level of JC after all.

Dunn - Drake made a few rookie mistakes, which is something he shouldn't be doing at this point in his career.

JC gets up and stands behind Drake. He places his boot on the back of Drake's head.

Kissens - Oh no, he's going to hurt Drake like he did Vacant!

Dunn - That curb stomp is a vicious manuever.

Falcoon - Come on, JC! You've made your point!

Almost as if he hears the complaints of the announcers, JC removes his boot. He smirks and pats Drake on the back of his head, and then leaves the ring.

Dunn - That was weird.

Falcoon - He had the chance to take Munday out, but he didn't do it. Maybe Munday is improving after all!

Kissens - Or maybe he doesn't think Munday is worth it.

Dunn - Either way, Munday is going to be taken down a notch for the Main Event.

Falcoon - It wasn't so much a training session as it was a beatdown.

Kissens - Maybe Munday will be motivated.

Dunn - Motivation can only carry you so far when your body gives out on you.

Falcoon - And Drake may be standing on wobbily legs in a few hours.

Dunn - Look at him, he already doesn't know where he is.

Munday rolls out of the ring, collapsing to the concrete floor on the outside.

Kissens - Poor guy, y'all.

Falcoon - He signed up to train with JC, he knew what he was getting into.

Dunn - And if he didn't, he sure does now.

The feed cuts away from Munday, as we are taken backstage. Ray is in the process of putting on his referee uniform, he’s got one pants leg on, when there’s a knock at his door and Apollo barges in. Ray quickly pulls up the other pants leg.

Ray Lopes - Do you mind? Usually when you knock you wait for somebody to say come in or open the door for you.

Apollo - I’m sorry, I promise you I didn’t see anything Ray.

Ray looks at Apollo funny.

Ray Lopes - What do you want?

Apollo - Well I’m here on behalf of your friend Jesse.

Ray Lopes - Former friend, but go on.

Apollo - First of all, he doesn’t know I’m doing this on his behalf, but seeing how you guys are frie…former friends and all and you’re currently going back and fourth with his opponent tonight, I don’t think it would be too much to ask for you to call the match more in Jesse’s favor?

Apollo gives Ray a wink.

Ray Lopes - Wink at me again, I’ll rip that eye out! And I ain’t calling the match any more in Jesse’s favor tonight than I am Porta’s. You must have forgot, but I got a bone to pick with Jesse too.

Apollo - Well how about this, if you call it more in Jesse’s favor I’ll see to it you get a match with him for the title and then you two can be even.

Ray nulls Apollo’s proposition over.

Ray Lopes - Hmmm…no deal, I got plans of my own.

Apollo - But…

Ray Lopes - The door is that way.

Ray points to the door, motioning for Apollo to get out. The feed cuts back to ringside area, as we get a shot of Missy Janson already standing in the middle of the squared circle.

Falcoon - Apollo looking to do some shady business deals without Jesse's knowledge.

Dunn - I doubt Lopes would have done it even if he liked Jesse.

Kissens - He tried helping last Pay Per View -- but got suplexed for it.

Falcoon - Yeah. Lopes and Williams are definitely not what you could call allies.

Dunn - Well, it's about time to see how all that boils down.

Falcoon - Yep, so lets send it to Missy.

Missy Janson lifts the microphon up to her lips, and begins the introductions.

Missy Janson - The following matchup is scheduled for a one-fall, with a sixty minute time limit. It will be fought under Normal Rules, with a Special Guest Referee -- and it is for the OWF World Heavyweight Championship!

The fans yell at the top of their lungs.

Missy Janson - Making his way to the ring first -- he is the designated Special Guest Referee. From Los Angeles, California... Ray Lopes!

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

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

Falcoon - Well there's the wildcard.

Dunn - I hate to say it, but the winner of this match may end up being whomever Lopes chooses it to be.

Kissens - And with no love lost for Porta or Jesse -- Lopes has quite the decision to make, y'all.

Missy waits for Ray's music to fades out before she lifts the microphone back to her mouth -- looking to introduce the competitors.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring next, the challenger -- From Haiti. He is the Current OWF Caribbean Champion... Porta Prince!

PA System - WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! The Ether Boy is in the Building! The Ether Boy is in the Building!

"Graveyard Shift" by Kardinal Offishall hits the PA System.

''Member we told ya...

6 in the mornin'
That graveyard shift's what we on til' we on and we
Gettin' that money faithfully
Duckin' them cops, going straight like A to B

Porta Prince bursts through the curtains, with the crowd erupting in cheers at the site of their favorite big man. With the Caribbean Championship strapped around his waist, the pyro shoots from the stage and Porta let's out a primal scream with his arms raised as the fans go absolutely nuts. As he descends down the ramp, he slaps five with the fans who have their arm stretched out. He steps onto the ring apron closest to the hard camera, and as the camera zooms in, Porta leans his back on the ropes as he soaks in all the love from the rabid crowd. He enters the ring and shoots a quick wink at Missy Janson, who smiles back in approval. He mounts the opposite turnbuckle, unstraps the Caribbean Championship and raises it high in the air with both hands. The fans go crazy for Porta as he steps down into the ring and hands his belt to Missy.

Falcoon - Porta seems confident.

Dunn - He better be or else he really doesn't stand a chance.

Kissens - This is his biggest opportunity in the OWF -- he won't blow it, y'all.

Falcoon - Depends on what you mean by blow it.

Dunn - You know what she means by blow it.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada... He is the Current OWF World Heavyweight Champion... 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. The second verse of "Motel of the White Locust" by glassJAw hits the PA System.

Now I kiss up to God, my fists and I pray to keep my head.
Though I like your pretty eyes better blackened,
And my fists all fucking red.

Through sickness and health, I've kissed up to God.
Two years, I have focused..
On the cameos made by the tiger in the valley of the fucking locust.

Who could ever..
Who the fuck could ever..
Take the place of me?
Who could ever..
Who the fuck could ever..
No one can the place of me.

After the chorus, we see Jesse Williams walk out from the back- with the OWF World Heavyweight Championship draped 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. The fans boo him mercilessly as he walks down the ramp, keeping his eyes set on the ring. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops as the music starts to kick back in.

Wipe off your mouth!
Get up off your knees, and make me your god!

Who could ever,
Who the fuck could ever?
It's sexual debauchery you fucking cunt, you fucking whore, you cost what you're worth.

He slides into the ring, directly under the bottom rope, immediately holding his arms up high. The fans keep on him, letting him know exactly how much they hate him. He walks to the side of the ring closest to the cameras. He backs into his corner, with a wide smile upon his face.

Followed by a boy like this,
Reignited by all your visits.
As long as your mouth is shut,
You'll still be fucking beautiful.

The song ends abruptly and Williams begins to stretch his upper body, using the ropes to get himself prepared. Ray Lopes approaches him and takes the belt from Jesse, who watches him cautiously. Ray returns to the middle of the ring and holds the World Title in the air before handing it to Missy.

Falcoon - I think Jesse is going to have trouble with the size of Porta.

Dunn - Jesse's biggest foe was JC, and he was able to lift him on a bad knee.

Kissens - Porta may be a bit stronger than JC.

Falcoon - That's debatable.

Kissens - Well, Jesse is about to find out.

Ray asks for the mic from Missy Janson and she obliges before she leaves the ring with both the OWF World and Caribbean Titles.

Ray Lopes - Before I start this match, I got a surprise for you Porta. You know I still feel a little bad for TPing your momma’s house, she didn’t deserve that. So you know I got to thinking about how I could make it up to you guys, I know how damp it gets in Miami, so I’m sure it wasn’t easy to get all that TP out of the trees. So what I decided to do is fly out two of your biggest fans to watch you in your first OWF title match. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Momma Porta and…Gina Fuentes.

An usher escorts Momma Porta and Gina Fuentes down to their two front rows where they take a seat. Momma Porta takes a look at Gina trying to figure out who or what she is. Porta Prince is cussing Ray out in the ring.

Ray Lopes - You can thank me later Porta, somebody ring the bell!

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Ray tosses the microphone to the outside as Porta turns to argue with him.

Falcoon - Now you have to wonder if Lopes and Williams are in cahoots.

Dunn - I think Ray is just doing this to get under his skin.

Porta turns his back to Jesse, who remains in his corner watching as Prince and Lopes argue. Jesse rushes up behind Porta and grabs him by his tights, rolling him down to his back with a school boy -- but Porta is able to somersault backwards and up to his feet. A look of rage comes across his face as he now focuses on Jesse, who stumbles up to his feet. Prince breaks off into a sprint at Williams the moment he regains his footing, forcing him to duck down to avoid a clothesline attempt. Porta is so close to the ropes after his miss that he has to turn immediately, hitting the ropes back-first. As he turns and bounces off, he runs right into the extended boot of Jesse Williams who connects with a Superkick straight to the jaw of Porta Prince. He falls down to one knee with Williams standing in front of him -- having no time to defend himself as Williams lays a vicious shin kick to the right side of Porta's head. He still doesn't fall, and the fans only get more and more behind him as Jesse brings his left foot flush across the right side of Porta's head. The hard kick seems to have little effect with Porta pushing himself up from his knee.

Kissens - That's another thing Williams has to cope with -- Porta can take a beating.

Porta stands himself straight up and Jesse panics, throwing his right elbow forward and driving it directly into the left eye socket of Porta. This buy's Jesse enough time to grab Porta by the back of the head -- before setting off into a sprint, dragging Prince behind him. Williams runs Porta at the ropes, letting go of him about two feet before them and allowing him to turn and bounce off of them back-first. As Porta returns he finds Jesse, in mid-spin using his momentum from the sprint, throwing his right elbow at his face. Prince has no time to react and gets smashed right across the bridge of his nose by Jesse's roaring elbow. This shot knocks Porta through the ropes as he tumbles down to the floor, landing on his feet on the concrete floor as blood begins rolling from both nostrils.

Falcoon - Jesse may have just shattered his nose.

Dunn - Williams is no slouch. I'm surprised he wants to throw fists with Porta, but it seems to have taken Prince off guard.

Kissens - That's for sure. But in the end, Porta is only getting angrier.

Falcoon - And an angry man with that strength is never a good thing.

Lopes steps forward and starts to make the count.

1... 2...

Porta rounds the ring and takes his time, while Williams keeps a close eye on him.

3... 4...

Porta walks towards Missy Janson and pushes her from her seat.

Kissens - Hey, this isn't No DQ!

Dunn - Hey, it's up to Lopes!

Falcoon - He's counting Porta out, so if thats any indication this should go by the books.

5... 6... 7...

Prince slides back in under the bottom rope, with Jesse right there to pounce on him. Porta loses his grip on the chair the moment Williams begins laying stomps across the back of his head. Still, Prince starts picking himself up in an attempt to fight back. Once Porta gets up to his knees, Jesse switches over to closed right fists in an attempt to further subdue the Challenger -- but it is no use. Prince gets back up to his feet, absorbs a boot to the midsection, and steps forward towards Jesse. Williams takes a step back with his right foot, but jabs his left fist forward -- catching Porta right in his mouth. This only slightly dazes Porta, as he continues forward towards Jesse who continues backpeddling.

Dunn - Williams is in trouble if he can't come up with something fast.

Williams rears his arm back, but Porta is well aware of it's impending strike. HE blocks the right forearm strike from Jesse, and brings his left knee up into the stomach of the Champion. Williams doubles over as Porta reaches down and lifts up the steel chair off of the mat. Ray rushes over, but Porta weilds the chair back as he approaches. This stops Lopes in his tracks as he points to his referee shirt, warning Porta -- who has turned his back to Jesse. Prince again argues with Lopes as Jesse begins to approach him from behind, but this time Prince swings around and decks Jesse with a chair shot flush across his forehead.

Dunn - DQ!

Porta immediately turns and looks at Lopes, who coincidentally has turned a blind eye to the recent developments.

Falcoon - Or not.

Kissens - Looks like Ray is going to let these two go at it.

Dunn - That or else he's out here to screw Jesse.

Falcoon - You think he's out here to screw them both?

Dunn - If he could, he would.

Williams looks more shocked than hurt as he rolls out of the ring -- with Ray making no count as Jesse looks to recover. Prince quickly dashes out of the ring with a steel chair in hand, following Williams around the ring. Jesse doesn't run, allowing Porta to catch up to him rather quickly as Williams rounds one of the corners. Prince chooses to throw the steel chair at Jesse, hitting him in the back of the head with it and sending him down to the floor on the outside. Lopes joins the mayhem on the outside, dropping down to the concrete floor to get a better view of the action. Porta grabs the steel chair and throws it back into the ring, turning his attention back to his opponent. Jesse clutches the back of his head, with Porta stepping over him and grabbing him by his right arm. He drags Jesse up off of the concrete floor and leans him up against the nearest steel ring post. Once he does so, Porta backs off about ten paces before running right back at Jesse -- crushing him up against the ring post with a huge shoulder block. Williams slides down to a seated position with his back still against the steel post, gasping for air with his eyes watching Porta -- who remains standing over him.

Kissens - If Jesse wants to win, he better get back in the ring.

Dunn - With the relaxed rules, Porta can just pick him apart out here.

Falcoon - Williams only came out looking for a breather -- not an extension of the war.

Instead of attacking him further, Porta reaches under the ring apron skirt and pulls out a stack of two unopened tables -- much to the delight of the fans. He slides both tables onto the ring apron and under the bottom rope. Lopes watches on, allowing this to go on while keeping his distance from the action. Prince doesn't return to the ring, instead he looks back down at Jesse who still hasn't knocked the cobwebs clear.

Kissens - If Porta wants to take Jesse out, now is the time!

Dunn - He's gotta get him back in the ring for a pin.

Falcoon - I think that's the goal, since those tables are there.

Prince drags Jesse up to his feet, using the ring post to rest him for a moment. Porta grabs a hold of Jesse's right arm and irish whips him with all his might towards the steel barricade nearest to them. Jesse turns and hits it with his right shoulder with such force that he is sent toppling over it and into the crowd. Any remaining fans who weren't on their feet at ringside now are, yelling in the face of Jesse as Porta approaches the guard rail. As he does, Williams pops up and lays a right roundhouse kick across the side of Porta's face -- staggering him backwards. Williams jumps up to the barricade and leaps off of it, springboarding towards Prince who has stopped his stumble. He catches Jesse in midair -- immediately falling forward and driving Jesse back-first onto the concrete floor with a Spinebuster.

Dunn - Did you hear that thud? Jesse may be dead.

Falcoon - He's not dead. I see him moving.

Dunn - Oh no. Zombie Jesse -- even more unstoppable than regular Jesse.

Porta lays over the chest of Jesse, as Ray motions for him to get back into the ring. Prince yells at Ray.

Porta Prince - Count it, or you're dead!

Lopes laughs, before obliging Porta and dropping to his knees. He makes the count. 1... 2... Williams thrusts his shoulder off of the cold concrete.

Falcoon - So, now it's Falls Count Anywhere as well.

Dunn - Good to know we get the rules straightened out as we go.

Kissens - They're just being made up, y'all.

Dunn - No kidding.

Prince pulls himself off of Jesse, grabbing a hold of him by his hair and starting to peel him off of the concrete floor. Williams remains in a fog, helpless to defend himself as Porta picks Jesse up to his feet. Porta lets go of Jesse, and he crumbles back down to the floor.

Falcoon - Well pin him then!

Kissens - May not have a better opportunity!

Porta reaches down yet again, grabbing Williams by the hair and standing him back onto his unsteady feet. Once more Williams loses his balance and begins to stumble.

Dunn - There he goes again!

Williams falls back onto the time keepers table and grabs a hold of his World Title. Prince approaches him from behind, unaware of Jesse's new weapon, and gets clocked straight across his face with the main plate of the belt. Porta drops like a ton of bricks as Williams lays his belt back down, and leans himself on the time keepers table once again -- trying to regain his breath.

Kissens - He used the belt now! Gold straight to the face.

Dunn - You know, it's got marble in it, too.

Falcoon - You sound like Williams now.

Prince lays on the concrete floor with both of his hands over his head. Ray Lopes glances down at Prince, noticing a new cut opening up over his right eye. He has little time to check it out as Porta rolls over onto his stomach, immediately dragging himself up to his hands and knees. Jesse pushes himself off of the time keepers table and staggers towards Porta, laying the sole of his right foot across the back of Porta as he remains on all fours. Prince's progress is haulted for a moment but he is able to keep pushing himself up from the floor, with Jesse stepping in and lifting him up to his feet. He tosses Porta under the bottom rope and back into the ring, following him in right after.

Falcoon - Just take a look at Jesse's eyes -- he's lost it!

Jesse returns to his feet, stepping back to lay in wait as Porta finally returns to his feet, and finds himself on the receiving end of a spin kick from Jesse -- catching him right in the gut with the sole of his left boot. Prince bends over, leaving his face open for Jesse to crush his right elbow against the moment he lands back on the mat after the kick. Porta Prince is sent standing straight up, almost tumbling backwards but catching himself before doing so, as Williams positions himself in front of Prince. Jesse raises his left hand, clutching it into a fist and holding it out in front of him as if he is holding a bow in it. With his right hand he reaches over his back and plucks an imaginary arrow from his imaginary pouch hung over his shoulder. He motions as if he is placing an arrow upon the string -- pulling his right arm back as he takes "aim" at Porta. Just then, Williams drops his left hand and spins himself around -- keeping his right arm cocked back towards his chest. As he faces Porta he brings the point of his right elbow across the left cheek bone of Porta with another roaring elbow. Prince is hit with such force that he stumbles backwards towards the ropes behind him -- becoming hung up over the top with both of his arms.

Falcoon - Jesse just knocked Porta's head into next week.

Kissens - Too bad his body won't catch up.

Jesse looks furious as he again raises his left hand to the same position it was formerly in -- as if holding a bow once more. He pulls a second imaginary from behind his back, and cocks his right arm back yet again -- lining up Porta for another roaring elbow. Williams spins around and brings his right elbow forward, but Prince is able to duck under the strike attempt as he pulls himself off of the ropes.

Dunn - Porta ducks a third!

Williams falls against the ropes, chest-first, missing Porta completely. He slowly turns himself around looking to continue his offensive against the challenger. Out of nowhere, Jesse is caught with a spinning back-fist that catches him right across the left side of his face. The impact from the back of Porta's hand knocks Jesse down to his right knee, losing his bearings for a moment. Porta remains standing in front of Jesse, reaching his hands down and grasping a hold of Jesse's hair into both of his palms. He lifts Williams off of his knee, returning him to his feet still holding his hair tightly. The second Porta releases the grip of his right hand and begins pulling it back behind his ear, Williams spins out of Prince's left handed grasp. He turns himself around completely and nails Porta with a roaring elbow -- now dropping him out of te ring once again. Jesse exits the ring as Porta returns to a kneeling position on the concrete floor. Williams takes a step forward and whips his right leg across the chest of Porta Prince, keeping him kneeling upon the floor outside of the ring.

Kissens - I'm shocked that Jesse is still striking with him.

Dunn - Williams is no slouch, and he's picking his spots.

Falcoon - He better be careful though. If Porta is able to catch a hold of one of those limbs, Jesse is in trouble.

Kissens - That's why Jesse has to back off. He should be relying on his speed.

Dunn - He's doing well for himself, don't fix it if it isn't broken.

Williams bends down, grabbing Porta around his left forearm and tugs him up to his feet. He keeps a firm grasp on Porta's left arm as he returns to his feet -- using it to throw Porta into a sprint. Prince is able to counter and instead irish whips Jesse Williams towards the set of steel ring steps near Missy Janson -- but Williams is able to counter the throw. He allows himself to be tossed but as he reaches the steps he leaps up to the top of them -- and backflips off of them, landing on his feet very near to where he was thrown from. This allows Porta to step forward and wrap his arms around Jesse in a reverse waist lock as he positions his back towards the announcers booth.

Falcoon - Oh shit...

Porta tosses Williams over his head with a release German Suplex -- tossing him over the announcers table, and crashing into all three announcers to some degree. The headsets of James Dunn and Gordie Falcoon are knocked from their heads, leaving Jackie as the only announcer who can be heard.

Kissens - Ewww! Mexican on my lap!

The fans cheer loud as the camera zooms in on Jesse, who lays over Falcoon and Dunn who have been taken out. Prince stands up, holding his arms into the air and receives a further applause from the fans. He walks around the table and drags Jesse off of the announcers, and rolls him onto their table -- laying a few clubbing forearms across his chest. Prince turns to the ring and quickly hops up onto the apron, looking out into the crowd as they get even more out of control than they just were. He points down at Jesse, who remains laying on the announcers table below Porta.

Kissens - Uh oh.

Porta points out into the nose bleed section, as the arena grows even louder.

Falcoon - Shit, I just got my headset on!

Dunn - I'm running.

All three announcers bail from the table as Porta lifts himself up using the ropes -- sitting on the top rope with both of his feet balancing him on the middle rope. Williams sees this and rolls off of the table, immediately hoping onto the apron and grabbing Porta by the back of his head as he sits on the top rope. Williams lays a right elbow to his face, following up with a second with even more force. The announcers return to their seats behind their table, watching the action in the ring as Jesse springboards up to the top rope. He somersaults over the head of Porta, grabbing a hold of both of Porta's arms as Jesse brings both of his feet down onto the mat in the ring. He falls forward and executes the springboard Crucifix Powerbomb on Porta Prince -- dropping him right onto the back of his head.

Falcoon - What a move! It was like a sunset flip Crucifix Powerbomb!

Dunn - That's exactly what it was.

Kissens - I'm just glad we had that instead of a Porta splash through our table.

Dunn - Amen sister.

The impact of the move sends Porta rolling around on the mat, eventually finding himself in one of the corners. Jesse slowly pulls himself up, looking in pretty bad shape as he watches Porta clutch onto the middle ropes and begin pulling himself to his knees. Williams spits a wad of saliva down to the mat as he stands himself up straight, positioned in the middle of the ring.

Dunn - Williams doesn't look right.

Falcoon - He still looks strong.

Dunn - No doubt. He just doesn't look like he's all there mentally.

His blank stare turns into a look of detachment from sanity as Williams screams at the top of his lungs -- backing himself all the way into the corner opposite Porta. He sets his sights across the ring, noticing the Challenger finally on his feet, and runs as fast as he can at Porta Prince. Jesse leaps incredibly high into the air, looking for a body splash -- but Prince gets his huge right foot up under Jesse's jaw. Williams lands on his feet, bleeding from inside his mouth, and stumbles backwards while Porta remains up against the turnbuckle. Now an enraged Porta, fueled by anger, yells as loud as he can before bursting out of the corner at Williams. He attempts a shoulder block that Williams is able to avoid with a carefully timed sidestep. He swoops around behind Porta and hooks his left arm under the armpit of Prince. Williams holds Porta in the half-nelson in the middle of the ring.

Falcoon - I don't know if he can lift Prince to dump him over on his head.

Dunn - Usually he would have done it by now.

Prince fires back his free right arm, cracking Jesse with a back elbow to the temple before spinning out of the half-nelson. He keeps a hold of Jesse's left arm and yanks him forward -- looking for a short arm clothesline. Jesse ducks under the bicep of Porta, immediately swinging himself up behind Prince and locking him in another half-nelson. This time, without much hesitation, Williams lifts Porta Prince off of the mat and tosses him over his head -- dropping Porta right onto the back of his head with a Half Nelson Suplex.

Kissens - Well, he just did it.

Dunn - Impressive.

Jesse, running on adrenaline, kips up to his feet and unleashes a blood curdling holler. The fans boo as loudly as they can, with Porta holding his head in a visibly large amount of pain. Suddenly, Porta hops up to his feet -- as if nothing had just happened to him, staring at Jesse who has his back turned to him.

Dunn - That's even more impressive.

The fans explode as Jesse turns himself around and gets nearly decapitated by a vicious clothesline across his throat. Williams flops down to the mat, while Porta pulls himself right back up and heads for one of the two unopened tables he slid into the ring earlier. The fans get loud as he kicks the legs open on the top table, and flips it up over onto those legs -- positioning it in the middle of the ring. While he sets up the table, Jesse drags himself towards the ropes once he becomes conscious enough to do so. Jesse pulls himself up rather quickly, but stumbles off of the ropes and heads towards Porta -- who just now turns around to notice Williams. Porta boots Jesse in the stomach and bends him forward -- tucking the Champion's head between his legs. Porta wraps both of his arms around the waist of Jesse, and with ease pulls Williams straight up onto his shoulders in a powerbomb position. He walks towards the table in the middle of the ring, while Jesse fires away at the face of Prince with rights and lefts -- trying his best to get free. He is unable to, and he is driven straight through the table with a devastating powerbomb. The fans explode as Jesse crashes to the mat, laying amidst the broken pieces of table, while Porta lays on his side trying to follow up with a cover.

Dunn - I don't know if it will keep Jesse down, Porta should just go for more pain!

Falcoon - He's aware of what needs to be done to keep Jesse down.

Kissens - Yep. He's going to have to kill him.

Porta drags himself over Jesse as Ray slides himself into position to make the count. 1... 2... kickout by Jesse!

Kissens - See, I told you. It's death for Williams or defeat for Porta.

Prince raises his head with a look of rage across his face, with Lopes signalling the two count.

Falcoon - Porta may have just been sent over the edge.

Porta stands up and pulls Jesse out of the mess of the broken table. Prince keeps his attention on the table, kicking all of the pieces either out of the ring -- or near to it. He then turns to the second table and opens up the legs on it -- locking them into place before flipping it over onto the legs. Porta positions the table directly in the middle of the ring yet again, then sets his sights on Jesse Williams who has pulled himself up against the bottom turnbuckle in the nearest corner. Prince runs at the corner and drives his knee right into the face of Jesse, nearly knocking him out cold in the corner. He falls limp against the bottom rope as Porta reaches both of his hands downward and grabs Jesse by his hair. He lifts the Champion up from his seated position and leans him against the corner -- wasting no time in striking him with an open handed chop across his chest. Williams has no response, allowing Porta to take further physical considerations. He hits a combination of strikes, first an elbow strike to the bridge of Jesse's nose -- followed by a knee to his sternum, and capped off with a stiff European Uppercut that leans Jesse all the way back into the corner.

Falcoon - Porta has finally asserted his strength upon Jesse.

Dunn - You can only test a big man for so long.

Porta bends forward and dips his shoulder into the stomach of Williams -- hoisting him up over his shoulder. He sits the Champion on the top rope and delivers a sharp right forearm to Jesse's face to keep him there. Prince slowly climbs up the turnbuckle in front of Jesse, getting himself up onto the second rope. Once there, Williams is picked up to his feet on the top rope as Porta clutches him around his abdomen. With all of his might, Prince throws Jesse over his head and sends him towards the table positioned in the middle of the ring. Williams crashes through it, sending broken pieces of wood in all directions, with an overhead Belly to Belly Suplex from the top rope. Porta falls to his back with little impact, while Jesse seems to be absolutely out of it.

Kissens - That's two tables!

Falcoon - Porta can actually win this thing, guys.

Kissens - If he can keep that up, yeah.

Dunn - I don't know if there are enough tables in the world for that.

Instead of following up with a pin attempt, Porta Prince rolls himself up to his feet and glares at Jesse -- as Lopes checks on him. The fans chant "Lets go Porta!" over and over, distracting Prince for a moment.

Falcoon - Forget that, he better stay on top of Jesse and pin him.

Kissens - He wants to do more damage.

Porta looks around and sees the steel chair from early in the match that he threw back into the ring, and walks towards it. He grabs a hold of it and opens the chair, sitting it upon the mat near one of the corners. He looks out to the crowd and makes a throat cutting motion with his right thumb, turning himself back towards Jesse. He reaches down, grabbing Williams around his head, and starts pulling Jesse up to his feet.

Dunn - Williams is done for!

Falcoon - He's going to be in big trouble after this next mo--

Porta's actions are brought to a hault by a low blow from Jesse, as Prince drops down to his knees upon the mat. Jesse slowly presses himself upwards, wincing in pain as the fans drench him in boos.

Kissens - He's such a son of a bitch.

Dunn - Hey, if Porta can use tables -- Williams can hit him in the balls.

Williams has a blank stare upon his face, looking at Porta who is struggling to get up off of the mat -- while Williams himself doesn't seem to be in too firm of a stance.

Kissens - Don't you see.. Lopes is enjoying every moment of this!

Prince reaches up and grabs a hold of Jesse by his jeans and starts pulling himself up from his knees. Williams remains emotionless, allowing Porta to claw his way up using Jesse as a brace. Prince just about gets up to his feet before he drops to his knees and lifts his right arm up between Jesse's legs -- nailing a low blow that drops Williams right to his knees in front of Porta.

Falcoon - Hello! Jesse was too cocky.

Dunn - Some of the cocky was just taken away from him, I'm sure.

Kissens - An eye for an eye I say.

Dunn - More like one-eye for one-eye.

Kissens - That's what I said, y'all.

Dunn - Ugh.

Prince stands up, motivated by the fans and drags Jesse up to his feet by his hair. With one swift motion Porta hoists Jesse up over his left shoulder into a front powerslam position. He holds Jesse there as he walks towards the open steel chair.

Kissens - He's going for the Third World Takedown!

Dunn - Even worse, he wants to drop Jesse's head on that chair.

Porta stands infront of the chair, but Jesse violently starts kicking his legs. Once he gains the leverage, he wraps both of his arms around the midsection of Porta and flops down to his feet -- immediately dead-lifting Porta's body up and over his right shoulder now.

Falcoon - Oh my god..

Dunn - How did he do that?

With his last bit of strength, Jesse sits out and drops Porta head and neck first straight down onto the open chair. The impact dents it heavily, but somehow it remains upright with Prince laying upside down -- with his shoulders stuck in the dent he made upon contact.

Falcoon - J-Dubz Driver on the fucking chair. God damnit.

Kissens - Porta is out. Out cold. Out of commission. He's just out, y'all.

Williams starts stumbling up to his feet and tumbles towards the corner parallel to Porta's laid out position upon the chair. With both arms hung over the top rope, Williams starts to climb up the turnbuckle with his feet. He cautiously moves up to the top rope, looking down at Porta over his right shoulder, who still hasn't moved from his awkward position. Williams leaps from the top, spinning around and flipping forward as he falls down towards Porta. Williams crashes down across the abdomen with the Phoenix Splash -- obliterating the chair as it is bent completely flat under the weight of both men.

Kissens - Phoenix Splash on the chair, as well!

Falcoon - Lopes let this match get out of control.

Dunn - And Porta has suffered from it.

Portas shoulders remain on the mat, with Jesse laying on top of him in a lateral press. Lopes slides in and begins to make the count. 1... 2... 3!

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

Falcoon - That's ten.

Kissens - I don't know if he's going to be stopped.

The fans boo loudly as Lopes retrieves the OWF World Title and gives it to Jesse. He holds up Williams' arm, then quickly ducks behind him and grabs Jesse in a half-nelson. He suplexes him onto the back of his head, with Jesse rolling out of the ring in a lot of pain.

Dunn - Well, Lopes just kinda did.

Ray hops out of the ring and stares at Jesse, who holds his head in a lot of pain. Lopes laughs and takes in the cheers from the crowd as he heads up the ramp and disappears. Once he does, the fans take to cheering for Porta's efforts.

Falcoon - The fans appreciate Porta's attempts.

Kissens - He came up short like many others have.

Dunn - Nothing to be ashamed of anymore.

He pulls himself out of the ring, and heads up the ramp to a slew of cheers. He hobbles through the curtain and to the back as Williams just gets back to his feet. He collects the World Title off of the floor, and the fans return to booing him.

Falcoon - The fans still give him hell for it, though.

Once Williams begins heading up the ramp, holding the back of his head, he is passed by ring technicians who immediately look to start breaking down the ring.

Dunn - And in no time, we're moving on!

The ring crew runs out at this point as a series of titanium cables are dropped from four points on the titanium X structure across the domed roof of the Outsider Dome. With them, they wheel down the supplies needed to construct the four rings that will be connected into one large square. They also wheel out the large steel pole extensions that will come up through the middle of the connecting ring posts to support the ring above the lower level. The ring technicians easily break down the ring, and start moving parts of it up the ramp -- leaving an empty void in the mdidle of the arena.

Falcoon - Looks like we're getting started in setting up here.

Dunn - Thats the great thing about the Outsider Dome. It was designed with these type of matches in mind.

Kissens - Shouldn't take too long, I hope.

The titanium cables are connected to each of the four corners at the base of the thick titanium platform, which holds a ring atop of it. A pulley system aligned inside of the titanium structure holding the cables tugs them to full tension. Just then, the feed cuts backstage to see CokeKid walking down the hall.

Falcoon - Well, I thought we were going to get to do some talking.

Kissens - You thought wrong.

Dunn - Look guys. It's Cokekid. Good to see he's still alive.

Kissens - You say that every time we see him.

Cokekid - Dude no match. No drugs...this fucking sucks.

Coke Kid rounds the corner and runs into someone spilling their coffee all over them. It's Trent Steel.

Cokekid - Aww dude...Your gonna hurt me aren't you.

Trent Steel - ...

Trent walks right up to Coke Kid and just pats him on the shoulder.

Trent Steel - Nah. Shit happens. Have a good night CK. Hey next time where in Pittsburgh come over for some brots.

Trent walks off whistleing "raindrops keep falling on my head". Cokekid looks around to the camera.

Cokekid - I think I'm going to join Piter in Rehab dude...I swear I'm tweaking!

The feed cuts back to the arena, where the ring technicians have already started work on the first ring -- after pushing the ring barricades back to accomodate the larger match structure.

Falcoon - Well, that was enlightening.

Dunn - Steel and Cokekid always bring ratings.

We cut backstage where Adrian Jackson is sitting on a couch with his feet covering the other half. Drake Munday walks in and moves towards the couch but Adrian doesn't move his feet.

Drake Munday - Hi

Adrian Jackson - I thought we agreed on keeping to our own locker room's.

Drake Munday - Yeah well, Cokekid and Sythe invaded it and now they're having a party.

Adrian Jackson - Why didn't you just fight them off?

Drake Munday - There's two of them! It's not like I'm Trent Steel! However, if my PARTNER had been there I probably could have taken those two!

Adrian ignores this comment from the other wrestler. He instead chooses to change the subject.

Adrian Jackson - How's rehearsals?

Drake Munday - I've had a little trouble at learning my line.

Adrian Jackson - Oh, that's easy! Listen, I'll cue you! Okay, Hey, what's your name?

Drake Munday - Drake, no, Joe, no...I don't know!

Adrian Jackson - Your name is Sam, Drake.

Drake Munday - SAM!? What kind of loser has the name Sam!?

Adrian once again decides to change the subject.

Adrian Jackson - Anyway, I wondered when you were going to teach me those wrestling moves.

Drake Munday - I did teach you those wrestling moves.

Adrian Jackson - An eye poke is not a wrestling move, Drake.

Drake Munday - I guess your right, I'll teach you some moves soon.

Adrian Jackson - How soon?

Drake Munday - As soon as you help me win King Of The Mountain.

Adrian Jackson - Drake.

Drake Munday - What?

Adrian Jackson - I'm not going to help you win King Of The Mountain.

Drake Munday - Sure you can, all you have to do is run down to the ring and help me take out all of the other superstars for me.

Adrian Jackson - Dude, I'm in that match as well.

Drake stares blankly at Adrian.

Adrian Jackson - Which means we're opponents.

Drake continues to stare blankly at Adrian.

Adrian Jackson - Which means...oh fine, I'll help you.

Drake Munday - Good. Now remember,

Drake puts his forearm in front of his face, Adrian does the same.

Adrian Jackson and Drake Munday - The Saints Are Coming!

The feed cuts to the arena, with the ring technicians working extra hard to get their job done.

Dunn - I'll tell you what. Steel doesn't bring ratings. Munday does.

Falcoon - And he now has locked up Adrian Jackson as a friend for this match.

Kissens - That's huge.

The competion of the second ring occurs, and work on the third begins almost immediately. The arena is mostly empty, with fans going to get food to take a bathroom break during the lull in action.

Dunn - We're almost half-way set up for that match, as well.

Falcoon - I can't wait much longer.

Kissens - We won't have to.

From the shot of the progressing structure, we cut backstage to see Dude JoB sitting in his locker room wearing his suit. He smiles as he looks at the camera.

Dude JoB - Tonight. Is the end of the era of filth that has polluted this federation. Tonight is a cleansing. The King of the Empire has spoken. But to be fair I'm putting people on notice.

He leans forward.

Dude JoB - As of next week. If you are not with The Rogues. You are going to perish. I have consulted with Mr. Steel. If any of you feel so compeled we are accepting applications. Right now it's us...versus what CJ calls a federation. You want to change things. Join up. If not.

He takes off his shades to show the purple iris of his eyes

Dude JoB - You will be exe-fucking-cuted serfs!

The feed cuts out, picking back up in the arena as we see the finishing touches being put on the fourth ring. A few technicians who sit around idlely head for the fifteen foot long, three foot thick, titanium post extension for the four ring posts that are connected in the middle of the structure.

Falcoon - Dude JoB with some strong words.

Dunn - I guess the Rogues aren't dead.

Kissens - That only makes more factions in this match, y'all.

The technicians finish tightening the ropes of the fourth and final ring, with all of them turning their attention to to the fifteen foot post -- which is being fastened into place over the four connecting ring posts.

Dunn - Oh well, the time for talk is over.

Falcoon - I agree, as it seems like we're just about finished with the setup for this match.

Dunn - Who you got to win, Jackie?

Kissens - Anyone but Matt Jackson.

The ring which is held over the arena from the rafters is lowered down onto the pole -- as a few braver souls shimmy upwards once it is fastened on the ring posts. They bolt the ring into place, as the titanium cables attached to the steel platform under the top ring provide extra support and balance.

Dunn - How about you, Gordie. Who is your pick?

Falcoon - I got to go with the veteran Plague. He was in this match last year.

Dunn - I'm going with Specter or Svoboda -- they've been around this match the longest.

All members of the ring crew finish their work and begin wheeling their carts up the ramp. The fans in the arena cheer at the competed structure -- with the four rings constructed beautifully, sitting twenty feet under the fifth ring supported by the large pole.

Falcoon - Well, while we finish up here -- we have a quick break we have to head to.

Dunn - That's bullshit.

Kissens - I want to see it now.

Falcoon - Just wait a few minutes.

Dunn - Ugh, fine.

LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW, SUNDAY MARCH 29TH, 2009
FROM THE UNIVERSITY OF FLORIDA CAMPUS IN GAINESVILLE, FLORIDA!

MATCHES ALREADY ANNOUNCED:

OWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
NORMAL MATCH

Jesse Williams (c) Vs The Phoenix

MARDI BRAWLS

FEATURING:
ANY SUPERSTAR WHO MAKES IT INTO THE TOP RING OF KING OF THE MOUNTAIN -- BESIDES THE WINNER HIMSELF.

PLUS MORE!

The feed cuts back to the arena, showing the complete structure setup for the King of the Mountain Match -- with every single competitor split up into groups of four. There are no referee's, and Missy Janson herself only remains standing at ringside.

Dunn - Finally, we can kick this thing off.

Falcoon - I can feel the electricity in this arena.

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

The fans explode, all remaining on their feet to get the best view of all four rings.

Missy Janson - In this match, the first competitor to make it to the top ring and secure the King of the Mountain Trophy Belt will win the match -- and also secure the rights to book any match of their choosing.

Missy pauses for a moment.

Missy Janson - All of the competitors are in the rings below. In the ring closest to me, we have Spaz... Specter... Vernon Somoza... and Valtiel!

A mixed reaction comes from the crowd, but a chant of "Specter! Specter!" breaks out loud and clear.

Falcoon - The fans love Specter.

Dunn - The others... not so much.

Missy Janson - In the ring directly to adjacent to it, we have Plague... Akira Kanemura... Piter Svoboda and Jason Chase!

Again another mixed reaction comes from the crowd, with nobody really getting many cheers.

Kissens - Poor guys.

Falcoon - Akira looks happy.

Dunn - That's cause he doesn't know what he's getting into.

Missy Janson - Diagonally from that ring, there is Dude JoB... Drake Munday... Matt Jackson... and EJ Slayer!

There is no mixed reaction this time, as the fans boo the hell out of this ring's introduction.

Dunn - Well, we know where they stand here.

For the last time, Missy raises the microphone up to her mouth.

Missy Janson - And finally, in the ring next to that... we have Trent Steel... Adrian Jackson... Thug 3... and CokeKid!

This ring gets a nice applause, surprisingly being the fans like the most.

Falcoon - Well, now that all sixteen have been announced -- we're ready to get going.

Missy Janson sits back down at the time keepers table, and the bell is rung.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

As soon as the bell rings -- absolute mayhem ensues. In Ring A, Spaz darts across the diameter of the ring and tackles Valtiel through the ropes and both men are sent stumbling to the floor. Meanwhile, Specter and Somoza circle the ring making sure to keep a good distance from one another. Adjacent to them, in Ring B, Jason Chase and Plague have come to blows with both men firing away with rights and lefts at the faces of one another. Akira watches Svoboda, who has a glazed over look in his eyes as he stares down at the mat -- and chooses to aide Plague against Jason Chase. The two men gain the upperhand on Chase, pushing him back first against the ropes. Akira and Plague take a hold of both of his arms and irish whip him across the ring -- executing a double dropkick after he bounces off the ropes and returns to them.

Falcoon - There's some unlikely teamwork.

Dunn - It's going to get more unlikely as we go.

Kanemura hops right up, with Plague right behind him. Akira looks at Plague and holds up his hand for a high five -- but instead Plague drives his right foot directly under the chin of Akira with a Superkick.

Kissens - Well, that's more like it. Vaccine Superkicks all around, y'all!

Diagonally from there, in Ring C, we see all four men standing completely still -- eyeing one another up before making their first moves. Next to them in Ring D, Trent Steel has made a bee-line for Adrian Jackson -- and easily takes him down to the mat with a well placed clothesline across his chest. Thug 3, looking to take advantage of Cokekid, slowly stalks towards him with his eyes set directly on him. His first thought is to try to escape into Ring B, but as he ducks through the middle and top rope he is punted by a charging Thug 3. Cokekid falls flat onto his face, back in Ring D yet again.

Dunn - Poor Cokekid. He's in way over his head.

The feed cuts to Ring C, where we see Matt Jackson grow fed up with the stalemate, and exit through the ropes into Ring A behind Vernon Somoza. He catches Vernon off guard with a big boot to the back of his head, which sends him rushing at Specter. Somoza is able to maintain enough sense to extend his right arm, and uses the momentum from Jackson's kick to destroy Specter with a clothesline. Somoza is able to keep himself up on his feet, and turns his attention towards Matt Jackson. The two men walk to the middle of Ring A and start to trade closed-fist punches. Matt hits the first one, cracking Somoza across his left cheek bone with a sharp hook. His second attempt is blocked by Vernon, who backs Matt off with a short right jab -- then steps forward and crushes him with a european uppercut. Jackson stumbles backwards a bit, but Somoza doesn't allow him to get far as he runs and crashes right into Matt Jackson -- taking him down to the mat with a shoulder block.

Falcoon - Matt thought he could get one over on Somoza.

Dunn - Instead, indirectly, he got one over on Specter -- with Somoza's help.

Kissens - But, it doesn't matter. Somoza is the one in control now, y'all.

Dunn - That could change at any moment.

Back in Ring D, Adrian Jackson has fought himself back up to his feet -- and is holding his ground against Trent Steel as the two do battle in the corner. A few feet away from them, Thug 3 is putting Cokekid through the wringer as he's having a field day with all the damage he is able to successfully deal to Cokekid. Adrian Jackson keeps Trent pinned in the corner, laying forearm after forearm across the right side of his jaw -- weakening Trent drastically. Adrian backs himself up into the middle of the ring and runs towards Steel -- who has enough time to fling both of his legs upward. He catches Adrian right in the face with the soles of both of his boot's, knocking him straight down to his back underneath Steel. As Trent recovers, we cut back to Ring A where Somoza remains standing over Matt Jackson, but behind him Specter has pulled himself up to his feet.

Dunn - Specter is going to get you!

The fans explode as Somoza turns around, and the two newest fan favorites stand nose to nose.

Falcoon - Specter has something to dispute with Somoza.

Kissens - Not just something -- that clothesline he received earlier.

Specter rears his right hand back, but Somoza ducks -- yet when Specter thrusts his arm forward, he connects right to the bridge of Matt Jackson's nose. He knocks him down to the mat, bleeding profusely as Somoza stares at Specter with a smile on his face.

Falcoon - Specter helped Somoza!

Kissens - If those two team up, the entire field is in trouble.

We cut to Ring B, seeing both Jason Chase and Akira Kanemura down on their backs -- while Plague keeps his distance from Svoboda, who still hasn't moved. He slowly steps towards him, approaching with caution as Jason Chase starts to stir. Once Chase gets up to his feet he turns his attention to Akira, while Plague closes the gap between he and Svoboda. Plague stops moving and positions himself about three feet in front of Piter's face, watching him very intently. A smile comes across his face as he balls up his right fist and tucks it back behind his ear. Plague thrusts his arm forward, but as he does so a thick red liquid is spit directly into his eyes -- thwarting his attack and dropping him to his knees.

Dunn - There is that red mist again!

Kissens - That's a good name for it.

Falcoon - Red Mist?

Kissens - I think it's catchy, y'all.

Jason Chase lifts Akira Kanemura to his feet, only to toss him over the top rope like a piece of garbage. He turns around, and sees Svoboda has now moved from his corner -- and sets off into a sprint towards him. As he reaches Piter, he sees Svoboda spin on the heel of his right foot as he ducks down. He extends his left foot behind him and drives a spin kick straight into the groin of Jason Chase. He drops down to his knees and clutches his crotch in a lot of pain, with Svoboda gaining a few cheers -- mixed with mostly boos.

Falcoon - The One Foot Wonder just got stomped.

Kissens - Poor little guy.

Dunn - One foot isn't little.

Kissens - Compared to my Greggy it is.

Dunn - Oh that is disgusting.

The feed moves to the outside of the ring, where Valtiel and Spaz are showcased brawling on the concrete floor. They haven't lifted themselves off of it since tumbling out of the ring -- instead choosing to do large amounts of damage with vicious hand-to-hand combat. Neither man has drawn blood, but the sound of the strikes echoes throughout the arena -- even with all the action inside of the rings. Finally, Valtiel pulls himself on top of Spaz and slams the back of his head down against the concrete. This allows him to stand up and brush himself off as he glances back to the ring.

Dunn - Valtiel should wait it out and pick the weakest ring.

Falcoon - He has been afforded that since Spaz is down.

EJ Slayer finally motions to Drake Munday, as the feed cuts to Ring C, egging him to come towards him. Drake approaches, looking for a fight, but Slayer tucks both of his hands behind his back as a gesture of good will. Munday steps in with EJ leaning towards him and whispering something in his ear. The moment EJ pulls his head away Drake sets off in a mad rush towards Dude JoB. Dude JoB is able to leap frog over Munday -- allowing his own momentum to send him crashing into the corner behind DJ. Without wasting a second of time, DJ wraps up Munday in a reverse waist lock -- but that is as far as he gets before EJ Slayer rushes in and lays a running elbow strike to the base of Dude JoB's skull. Not only does he release Drake, but Dude JoB collapses to his knees from the blunt impact.

Kissens - The master manipulator is back.

Dunn - I wonder what he told Drake.

Falcoon - Could have been anything.

Dunn - I bet it was that Dude JoB was checking him out -- cause he so was.

Kissens - Totally, y'all.

Dunn - For sure.

Falcoon - Holy shit, what is this -- Girl Talk: OWF Edition?

EJ Slayer and Drake Munday begin putting the boots to Dude JoB in Ring C, laying him out across his stomach and keeping him down upon the mat. In the adjacent ring, labelled Ring D, Trent Steel has maintained control over Adrian Jackson -- laying him out every time he stands back up to his feet. The same goes for Thug 3, who seems to be warming himself up by using Cokekid as a test dummy. Eventually Thug 3 and Trent Steel lock eyes, with both Adrian Jackson and Cokekid laid out in a daze upon the mat. The two competitors pull themselves away from their respective sides of Ring D, and head for the center of the ring -- though very apprehensive about locking up. To follow the action of the match, the feed cuts to Ring A where Specter has taken a front row seat to witness Somoza's beatdown on Matt Jackson.

Kissens - Somoza better smarten up and see that Specter is the only one basically unharmed.

Falcoon - He's going to have the advantage later on in the match.

Vernon has kept Jackson down on his hands and knees, laying kicks to his ribs and back every time he attempts to return to his feet. Specter claps after every successful strike -- with the fans joining in with him, irking him a bit. Vernon holds his arms up with the fans cheering for him, and Specter keeps his focus on Somoza -- expecting anything from him. Unfortunately, he doesn't expect anything from Spaz -- who tugs Specter by his feet and drops him face-first to the mat. Instead of yanking him out of the ring, Spaz slides in and immediately begins dragging Specter up to his feet -- locking up in a collar and elbow tieup with him the moment he can stand on his own. Still in a daze, Specter is unable to maintain enough strength to take control over Spaz -- and instead Spaz steps forward, pushing Specter back on his heels. Out of desperation Specter kicks his right leg up and punts Spaz between his legs, doubling him over.

Kissens - A lot of people are getting hit in the nuts.

Falcoon - I know. It's painful to watch.

Dunn - It's something you deal with. Crotch shots are legal.

Falcoon - It's still painful.

Specter slips behind Spaz, chickenwinging his right arm behind his back and wrapping his left leg around Spaz's right. He looks for the Prank Masturbation, but Spaz won't budge.

Falcoon - A kick to the balls won't be enough to get Spaz down.

Suddenly, from outside of the rings, Akira slides into Ring A -- bursting off into a sprint towards Spaz, who is tied up with Specter. Kanemura leaps into the air and drives his right knee cap flush across the face of Spaz -- who is held up firmly by Specter. The impact knocks him for a loop and allows Specter to sweep out his right leg, and drive him right down to the mat onto his face.

Dunn - Akira with the assist on the Prank Masturbation!

The fans are cheering with every breath in their lungs as Specter and Akira stare at one another. Kanemura shrugs then runs towards the ropes between Ring A and C -- leaping up to the top and propelling himself into Ring C. The fans cheer very loudly as he throws himself towards EJ Slayer -- who is still directing Munday's assault on Dude JoB. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of Akira flying down at him and accordingly steps to the side. In addition he throws his right arm forward and clotheslines Akira so hard that the entire ring shakes as he falls down to his back.

Kissens - Well, he was hyped up on adrenaline.

Dunn - Now he's gone to sleep.

Falcoon - And when he wakes, he's going to have quite the headache.

EJ's attack on Akira grabs the attention of Munday, and allows Dude JoB to get up to his feet. He begins to assault Drake with kicks to his thighs, backing him across the ring and separating him from Slayer. Eventually he pushes Drake all the way into the corner and continues his assault -- laying even more shin kicks upon Munday. From behind, Slayer seizes his opportunity and rushes Dude JoB from behind -- looking to catch him off guard. Instead, Dude JoB moves out of the way and Slayer clotheslines Drake in the corner instead.

Dunn - Oops.

EJ Slayer shrugs and turns himself around -- stepping right into a sharp left hook from Dude JoB. Slayer fights right back and lays DJ out with a blunt elbow strike right to his face. The camera pans over to Ring B, as Plague has finally cleared his eyes from the blood spit at him by Piter -- and stares at him, as he has again fallen motionless.

Dunn - Plague wants some of Piter.

Falcoon - Piter is in a trance-like state. I wouldn't go after him of all people.

Plague approaches Piter and looks to tie up with him, but has to block a chop to the throat first. Plague retaliates by thrusting his head forward, and headbutting Piter right across his brow. Trying to shrug off the pain and maintain control, Plague grabs Piter and takes him down to a seated position on the mat with a snapmare takedown. Plague steps forward and lays a shin kick flush across Piter's spine, paralyzing him for a moment as pain rolls up and down his back. Plague takes notice as Jason Chase, who has remained kneeling on the mat following the spin kick to the groin, finally gets back up to his feet. He stumbles slowly towards Plague, who prepares himself for anything.

Dunn - Plague doesn't have many friends, it seems.

Finally picking his spot, Valtiel rushes into Ring B and gets into the face of Jason Chase, and lifts him up over his shoulders into a standing firemans carry. He spins Chase around over his head and drives him face first to the mat, knocking him out cold.

Dunn - The Gallows Fall on Jason Chase!

Falcoon - Been a while since we've seen that move.

Valtiel kicks Chase out of the ring under the bottom rope, sending him down to the concrete floor. He turns himself around, setting his sights on Plague who still stands over Piter, as he slowly returns to a kneeling position. Plague steps away from Svoboda and approaches Valtiel, but gets kicked right in the stomach for his efforts by the man who opposes him. Valtiel grabs Plague by the shorts of his hair with his left hand, leaning him upwards only to deliver a haymaker right to his mouth. Looking to put Plague out of commission as well, he dips his shoulder down into his abdomen and lifts him up onto his shoulders into a standing firemans carry. Valtiel walks towards the center of the ring and looks down at the point of impact.

Falcoon - He's going to try to crush Plague just like he did Chase!

He throws Plague off of his shoulders, but he is able to spin down onto his feet on the mat in front of Valtiel. Plague kicks his leg forward and boots Valtiel in his stomach, just trying to back the big man down a bit. The two continue to do battle as the feed cuts to Ring D -- which has turned into a huge mess. Thug 3 and Trent Steel aren't budging an inch, while both Cokekid and Adrian Jackson sit back and watch the two beat the holy hell out of one another. Finally, Thug 3 gains an advantage as one of his strikes catches Trent across his left temple. Cokekid, hoping to gain some offense, runs at Trent and tackles him with a double leg take down. Adrian Jackson stares at Thug 3, backpeddling a bit to buy himself some time.

Kissens - Adrian was content on sitting back and relaxing for a bit.

Dunn - Too bad Cokekid forced the issue.

Just as it seems like Adrian is about to be beaten, a recovered Drake Munday makes his way from Ring C to Ring D and chop blocks Thug 3 behind his right knee. He falls down to that knee, as Adrian steps in to help lay clubbing forearms with Drake across the back of Thug 3's head. The two men are able to overpower him, and lay him out completely flat on the mat.

Falcoon - There's that teamwork they talked about.

Dunn - Let's see how far it gets them.

Kissens - They seem to be working better than any other duo so far.

Drake motions for Adrian to pick Thug 3 up, while on the other side of the ring Trent has easily gained control over Cokekid and has begun to lay rapid fire fists right to his face as Steel pins his back to the mat. Once Cokekid is unable to defend himself, Steel rolls him out of the ring and turns around to see Adrian Jackson and Drake Munday execute a double suplex on Thug 3 -- who rolls over onto his feet almost immediately.

Falcoon - This is insanity, and nobody's even in the top ring yet!

Kissens - I'm not even sure what's happening, y'all!

What's happening back in Ring A, in fact, is that the Venetian Vandal is doing his best to fight off Matt Jackson and Spaz simultaneously as both men stand around waiting for a fight, weaving around and throwing out quick punches and elbow shots whenever he can find an opening. Next door, in Ring C, EJ Slayer and Dude JoB are still going toe to toe over a fallen Kanemura, and Piter Svoboda is being stomped down by a momentary alliance of Plague and Valtiel in Ring B. Finally, in the other corner of Ring B, Trent Steel rests against the outside turnbuckle while Thug 3 tries to hold up against Munday and Jackson.

Dunn - It's okay, guys. I've called a lot of these matches. Just follow my lead. Ahem. "I'm really liking the chances of Corrupted. I've been beaten by most of them, and I can tell you, they pack a punch."

Kissens - I don't know, James. I think it could go a lot of different ways.

Falcoon - Yeah, just about any way but that. They're not even in the damn match!

Dunn - They were last year!

Falcoon - So were a lot of people.

On the outside of the four ring structure, CokeKid slowly begins to push his way to his feet. The camera quickly cuts away from him and back to Ring C as Dude JoB lands a quick series of jabs on Slayer, then winds up for a ducked haymaker and gets taken to the mat with a swinging clothesline. The moment DJ hits the mat the feed switches to the adjacent ring, designated as Ring B, catching the action as Thug 3 is muscled into the corner all four rings commonly share by Adrian and Drake. The two men step back and speak amongst themselves for a moment, before Munday whips his partner to the corner -- but Thug 3 bails into Ring B, currently being dominated by Slayer, as Adrian Jackson goes for a splash, and misses his mark as he eats turnbuckle. Seeing his opportunity, Trent Steel bursts off of the ropes and heads for Drake, telegraphing a superkick. Munday sidesteps, but the kick is a feint and he takes a chop to the throat. Drake falls, clutching his windpipe.

Falcoon - Men are down in each and every ring.

Kissens - But they won't stay there, Gordie. Everyone in that ring is gonna fight until he simply can't go on.

Dunn - "Where is he going?"

Falcoon - I don't know.

Dunn - See, my commentary is thought provoking!

The feed cuts to Ring A, where Specter is rapidly being backed into a corner by Spaz and Matt Jackson. The two men maintain control over him for a moment, until they break off into an argument of their own. Spaz shoves Jackson, who steps forward and pushes Spaz right back. In Ring C, Slayer gives the Dude a solid kick to the ribs, then squares off with Thug 3 who has kept his distance for the most part since stepping into this section from Ring D. The cameras cut to that ring once more -- focusing in as Munday begins to get up. As he does, Trent Steel takes him down again with a basement dropkick making sure to kick out both of his legs. Valtiel, seemingly bored with stomping a helpless junkie, turns to Ring D -- but gets blindsided by Plague as he does so. We again cut to Ring A, where The Half-Italian Stallion falls back into the center turnbuckle from a Spaz dropkick as he and Matt Jackson come to an agreement. Specter falls backwards and lands in a seated position with his back up against the corner. Somoza takes a step back, watching as Matt Jackson charges and Spaz recovers. Specter manages to push off from the turnbuckle and kips both feet into Jackson's groin. Matt drops to his hands and knees vomiting as Specter and Spaze each take to their feet. Specter thumbs his nose at Vernon Somoza, who steps off into a sprint then slides between Spaz's legs, leaving the scarred up scrapper to take an enormous spear from Specter. Vernon Somoza bounces back to his feet and stares down Specter, who responds by giving him a light shove. Normally it wouldn't be enough to uproot the massive tag specialist, but with Matt Jackson prone behind him Somoza topples, crushing Matt Jackson beneath him.

Falcoon - Did that really just happen?

Kissens - I thought Specter was a dead man, y'all!

Dunn - "This is ridiculous. The Corrupted have corrupted this match."

Falcoon - Call the match or shut up, Dunn!

Dunn - "No? Really?"

Thug 3 is rapidly losing ground in his brawl with Slayer In Ring C, while Plague and Valtiel are both down and pounding the tar out of each other in Ring B -- as each tries to take to his feet on the blood-slicked mat, and Piter Svoboda appears to actually have some fight left in him, or at least the ability to stand. Back in Ring A, Specter surveys his three temporarily vanquished but rapidly recovering opponents -- taking a step back against the ropes to catch his breath. From a shot of Ring D we see Adrian Jackson pull Trent Steel off of Munday, breaking a blatant choke that's turned Drake an ugly shade of blue. The camera rapidly cuts back and forth, now showcasing Ring C as Thug 3 manages to block a pair of Slayer's strikes, but before he can capitalize EJ floats behind him and drops him on his head with a back suplex. From the ring adjacent to Ring C, Specter at Slayer, who looks back the way a fat man might stare at a fat heifer, then bails to the blood-soaked Ring B where Plague seems to have come out on top for the moment.

Falcoon - This is just chaos. The only competitor who really seems like he can be counted out at this point is Jason Chase. Wouldn't you agree, Dunn?

Dunn - "I was being sarcastic!"

Kissens - Grrr.

CokeKid has in fact taken his feet again. He nails Chase with a weak stomp on the outside, kicking a dead horse really, then slides into Ring C -- where he is immediately grabbed by Dude JoB and tossed back over the top. EJ Slayer blindsides Dude JoB and sends him spilling out of the ring on top of CokeKid just seconds after DJ dumped him over the top. We cut to Ring A, where Spaz, Matt Jackson, and Vernon Somoza are in a pitched melee of tangled limbs, pressure points, and cheap shots. Whether they've figured out Specter is no longer among them is up for debate, but it's obvious Plague has noticed Specter's presence in Ring B -- as he grins through blood and steadily approaches him. Specter points out something behind Plague, who hesitates before turning just long enough to take a Piter Svoboda superkick right to the tip of the chin. Specter chuckles to himself and turns away from the downed Plague just in time to get cracked by a swinging left fist by EJ Slayer from Ring C. Specter falls face-first into the corner that adjoins all the rings. This allows him to be hooked up over the center post and vertically suplexed by EJ Slayer onto Thug 3 in Ring C.

Falcoon - We're getting near the half hour mark, and still we haven't had anyone in the top ring yet.

Kissens - And EJ Slayer finally got his hands on Specter!

We cut to Ring D, as Munday cinches Steel into a facelock for the Summer's Gone Now, but Trent blocks the twist and reverses into a swinging neckbreaker. Spaz bails from Ring A and begins to look underneath it, as CokeKid attempts to koala climb one of the posts from the outside but gets dragged down by Dude JoB. In Ring B Piter and Plague have their lightning fast duel of hit and run brawling interrupted by a woozy but much larger Valtiel. Back in Ring A, Matt Jackson manages to get free of a Somoza bearhug with a Mongolian chop, then climbs the center post. Adrian Jackson stuns Steel with a quick hook to the jaw, then climbs the center turnbuckle himself. Svoboda, who's broken free of both Plague and Valtiel leaving them to duke it out again, catches sight of the Jackson "brothers" on the turnbuckle together and releases his grasp on the pole to fall to the outside.

Falcoon - Where's Piter going?

Dunn - "Hey, that's my line!"

Kissens - God, you really need to shut up.

Svoboda lands on the outside, but doesn't deal with anyone currently brawling, resting or laying, outside. Instead, at basically the same time, both Spaz and Piter Svoboda both pull out large steel ladders. The two men lock eyes, sliding into opposite rings in Ring A for Spaz and Ring B, yet again, for Piter Svoboda. The camera cuts away as both men start setting up their ladders under the top ring, as Matt Jackson and Adrian Jackson are thrown from their perch atop the adjoined turnbuckles by Vernon Somoza -- with both of them flopping down into Ring B.

Kissens - I forgot Somoza was in this match.

Falcoon - He's making his mark, but he needs to start getting a little bit more spontaneous.

Dude JoB darts back into the ring structure, sliding under the bottom ropes of Ring A and kicking out the legs of Somoza on his way towards the ladder. He tucks his head between the legs of Spaz and pulls him from the ladder -- holding him atop his shoulders in a seated position. Instead of falling back, Dude JoB tosses Spaz straight up into the air -- looking to drive his face into the ladder. He does so, with Spaz cracking his jaw on one of the rungs of the ladder and collapsing down to the mat. At nearly the same moment, Plague storms up to the ladder that Svoboda stands atop -- as he reaches up towards the ropes of the top ring. Plague pulls the ladder out from under Piter, forcing him to dig his nails into the canvas of the ring apron in the top ring -- dangling nearly twenty feet above the lower rings. He is unable to summon enough strength to hold on and his grip slips -- falling like a ton of bricks down to the canvas with a sick thud. Once Piter falls, Plague places the ladder back in the same spot it was just positioned in -- and begins to climb upwards. In Ring A, Dude JoB takes note of this and begins to ascend the ladder just as quick -- trying to keep up with Plague as he climbs from Ring B.

Kissens - We may see the first man up to the top. Or even two!

Falcoon - DJ saw Plague going up, and he won't let him have that belt so easy.

The feed cuts to Ring C, with Specter just now pulling himself up to his feet after being suplexed from Ring B. Thug 3 lays close nearby, also returning to his feet at this point -- while EJ Slayer stands back, watching both men. This allows a recovered Akira Kanemura to kick Slayer flush in the back of the head, staggering him towards Specter -- who boots him right in the stomach, dropping Slayer down to his knees. Akira heads towards Specter, looking to further assist him -- but he gets destroyed with a running elbow strike from Thug 3, who falls to the mat from all of the force behind his attack. The cameras cut to the progess of Dude JoB and Plague, who are both about halfway up their ladders. The feed showcases Ring B, where Valtiel has now approached Plague from underneath and is looking to send him toppling from the ladder. A well placed boot right to the face dazes Valtiel enough for Plague to pull himself up and away from his grasp as Valtiel falls down to one knee.

Falcoon - Only a few steps from having someone up in that top ring!

It is at this point that EMT's, who have been checking on both Cokekid and Jason Chase, rule both of them out of the match and begin moving them away from ringside for further care.

Dunn - "Well that narrows the field."

Falcoon - It actually does. Good point, James.

Dunn - I... uhh.. wait a second!

We cut to Ring B as Matt Jackson and Adrian Jackson stand themselves up and immediately break off into a battle of strength -- fighting away at each other with rights and lefts. Svoboda starts to stir on the mat, rolling himself away from the majority of the action and keeping a firm eye as it progresses. He looks up to see Dude JoB pull himself up into the top ring, followed by Plague who does so just before Valtiel takes out the ladder he was standing on.

Kissens - And finally, we have the top ring occupied.

Falcoon - How do you feel about that James?

Dunn - I feel that someone better find a ladder if they hope to win.

Falcoon - Holy crap! Actual insight!

Dunn - Yeah, you hurt my feelings.

Valtiel becomes enraged and stares up at Plague as he drags the ladder back up, and sets it on it's legs. Valtiel prepares himself for a climb, but he is bumped into by both Matt Jackson and Adrian Jackson. This prompts him to swiftly turn around and deck Adrian with an open palm strike to the bridge of his nose -- and following it up by a swift thrust to the throat of Matt Jackson. The two men drop down to the mat yet again, as Valtiel sets his sights back on the ladder and begins to climb. Matt Jackson rolls out of the ring, clutching his throat in a lot of pain.

Falcoon - Now Valtiel is going up, as well.

Kissens - The field is tiring quick.

Dunn - It happens in clusterfucks like this.

Falcoon - Again, valid point. I'm impressed.

Dunn - If you mean that, thanks. If you're mocking me, I'll shit in your coffee.

Falcoon - In that case, I really mean it.

Cutting away from Valtiel's climb, Drake Munday and Trent Steel are going at it in the middle of Ring D. Trent lays a stiff forearm across the left cheek of Munday, but ends up on the receiving end of a hard elbow strike from Drake -- who fires back almost immediately. Steel is taken back enough for Munday to build up a head of steam, heading right for him. Luckily Trent is able to drop to the mat, forcing Munday to hop over him as he proceeds towards the ropes. He turns and bounces off of them back-first as Trent bounds back up to his feet -- getting up in time to leapfrog over the charging Drake, this time. Munday stops himself right behind Trent as he lands back on his feet and clobbers him with a dropkick to the back of the head. Trent stumbles forward and falls down to all fours, crawling away from Drake in the hopes of getting to the ropes. He is stopped dead by Drake who picks himself up after the dropkick and lays himself out again -- driving the point of his elbow straight down into the spine of Trent with an elbow drop.

Dunn - Is that offense from Drake Munday?

Falcoon - I believe so.

Dunn - Weird.

Ring C has seen Specter and Thug 3 keeping away from one another, while Akira and Slayer both return to their feet. Slayer is the first to do so, but finds himself confronted by Specter -- and his swinging right hand. He connects point blank with the mouth of EJ and sends him into a back peddle towards the ropes behind him. Slayer uses them to propel himself back towards Specter, and delivers a forearm that immediately drops Specter down to one knee -- knocking him for a loop. Meanwhile, Thug 3 has approached Akira and tucks his head between his legs. With ease Thug 3 lifts Akira and Powerbombs him down to the mat -- shaking the entire ring. The moment Akira hits the mat Slayer lifts Specter off of his knees, but ends up catching a low blow for his troubles. Specter again attempts to avoid Slayer, and pulls himself away from him as he stands back to his feet.

Dunn - Specter shows again why he is still one of the smartest when it comes to being in the ring.

Falcoon - You used to say he was the smartest.

Dunn - I may be an asshole, but I'm not a liar.

Kissens - That is true.

As he does, he is attacked from behind by Thug 3. He pummels Specter with clubbing forearms, forcing him down to his knees from the brunt impact of all the shots to his head. Specter tries to cover up, but the damage has been done and control has been established by Thug 3. Instead of furthering his attack, he drags Specter up to his feet and butterflies both of his arms behind his back. An enraged EJ Slayer returns to his feet, still shaking off the effects of the low blow, and walks towards the constricted Specter. He balls up his right fist and swings it forward at his face, but Specter frees himself and drops down to his chest upon the mat -- glancing over his shoulder to see Slayer knock Thug 3 into the next decade.

Falcoon - Holy crap!

Dunn - Slayer doesn't care, but god damn that had to hurt.

Kissens - I doubt the only pain being felt is Slayer's fist pounding right now -- cause Thug 3 is out, y'all.

Dunn - You may just be right.

EJ laughs as Thug 3 falls to the mat, while Specter quickly picks himself up off of the mat behind Slayer. Specter reaches down into his pants and pulls something out -- sliding it over his right hand. The fans explode as Specter motions for them to quiet down. Slayer turns around slowly and barely sees Specter throwing his loaded right fist forward. EJ ducks at the last moment, and picks Specter up onto his shoulders in a standing firemans carry.

Dunn - What are those?

Falcoon - Looks like brass knuckles.

Kissens - Doesn't matter now.

Specter fights the best he can, elbowing EJ over and over across the side of his head -- eventually forcing him to drop him. Again Specter winds up the fist wearing the brass knuckles, but he is caught by a toe kick from Slayer. In a flash, Slayer sweeps the legs of Specter out from under him and swings him around with a one armed Powerbomb. He drops Specter right onto the back of his head, seemingly dispatching of him as he shoots a glance towards the ladder in Ring A.

Dunn - The Violent End on Specter!

Falcoon - Even with the knux, he couldn't get a shot in.

In the top ring, both Plague and Dude JoB have used their time to relax. That is, until Valtiel finally pops his head over the ring apron and glances at both competitors. He took his time getting up the ladder, but now all of that hard work is washed away as he is knocked off of the ladder by a baseball slide from the top ring by Dude JoB. Valtiel crashes back down into Ring B, just at about the same time that Piter Svoboda stands himself back up -- with Adrian Jackson lining him up in his sights.

Falcoon - Valtiel just took one hell of a fall!

Dunn - Thanks to DJ's awareness.

Kissens - He and Plague don't seem too eager to go at it.

Slayer exits Ring C and steps through the ropes into Ring A. Once there, he glances at Vernon Somoza and Spaz -- both of whom just returned to their feet after taking a breather, and seemed intent on going after one another. EJ stands still, hoping that they will break off and start fighting one another, but instead they both slowly approach him. EJ backs himself up until he reaches the ladder, then spins himself around and plucks it up off of the mat. As he spins he tosses the open ladder, horizontally, at Somoza and Spaz -- hitting both men across their chests and dropping them down to their backs. Slayer immediately pulls the ladder off of both men, and sets it back up under the bottom ring.

Kissens - Now Slayer wants to go up top!

Specter rises up to his knees in Ring C, while Thug 3 staggers up to his feet -- still not all there after being decked by Slayer. The cameras cut to Ring B, where Piter Svoboda has bypassed Adrian Jackson who is now focused on Valtiel who lays in front of him. Piter is able to scale up the ladder with little effort, carrying much less weight as he climbs than the others would, getting himself in prime position to pull himself up to the top ring. At that exact moment, EJ Slayer drags himself up into the top ring from the other ladder -- catching a breather with Dude JoB and Plague.

Falcoon - Slayer succeeded, Valtiel failed, now Piter is trying.

Kissens - I guess people were just waiting for someone to make the first move.

Dunn - Either way, things are about to get incredibly interesting.

Adrian Jackson is aware of Piters movements and grabs a hold of his foot. He drags him back down the ladder, standing him on his feet -- but getting a mule kick between the legs for his trouble. Adrian falls to the mat next to Valtiel, with Piter holding his mouth from falling upon one of the rungs of the ladder on the way down. Back in Ring C, Thug 3 is backing Specter up against the ropes between Ring C and Ring A -- when it all actuality Specter is luring him in. With the brass knuckles still over his right hand, Specter thrusts his fist forward and cracks Thug 3 straight across his left cheek -- dropping him down to his knees, barely conscious. Specter takes this opportunity to hop into Ring A, and he casually climbs up the ladder -- ignoring Spaz and Somoza as Spaz now has the upper hand, delivering thunderous knee strikes to the stomach of Vernon. Specter gets himself up to the top of the ladder with much ease, and he too drags himself up into the top ring.

Falcoon - That top ring is getting mega crowded now.

Dunn - And that's even without a ladder, which needs to be brought up by someone in order to get that belt.

Kissens - That's going to cut down the ring even further.

Dunn - Which will lead to more damage being done.

Falcoon - These competitors better be careful when they get up there.

Unlike the rest of the men in the Top Ring, Specter immediately jumps on EJ Slayer and tries to strike him with his loaded right fist -- but Slayer is able to worm his way out from under Specter. Plague and Dude JoB stand back, watching the two men roll around the canvas of the top ring. On the outside, EMT's cart Matt Jackson away -- taking him out of the match.

Back in Ring B, Piter slowly climbs back up the ladder -- without anyone to stop him, as Valtiel is just returning to his feet. Svoboda hops up to the top of the ladder, drags himself under the bottom rope and into the top ring -- only to be stomped on the back of the head by Plague. The camera remains focused on Ring B as Valtiel gets up and stares right at the top ring. He nods his head and steps forward towards the ladder -- grabbing it and pulling himself upwards once again. Over in Ring D, Munday has kept firm control over Trent -- until now, when the second the cameras cut to that ring and show Munday getting caught with a sharp european uppercut. This staggers Munday backwards against the ropes, but he runs right back at Trent -- who ducks down and digs his shoulder into Drake's stomach. He lifts Munday up over both of his shoulders, holding him in a standing firemans carry as he walks himself closer to one of the corners. He begins to set Munday up for the Pittsburgh Nightmare.

Falcoon - This could signal the end for Munday!

Dunn - Where's Adrian Jackson when we need him!

Kissens - Still holding his balls, y'all.

From the shot on Ring D we see Valtiel hoist himself up into the top ring, as well, immediately heading towards Specter and kicking him off of Slayer. At the forefront of the focus, Drake fires two sharp elbows back to the head of Trent. Steel is forced to drop Munday, who immediately leaps into the air and grabs Trent around his head -- looking for The Darkness. Unfortunately for him, Drake is caught and held up in the air under his legs -- and rushed towards the communal corner with the huge post extending up towards the ring. He crotches Munday on the pole, wrapping both of his legs around it and swinging him down into a tree of woe in Ring D. From there, we cut to Ring A as Spaz has put Somoza down long enough to head towards the ladder himself. The second he starts to climb, Vernon jumps right up to his feet and wraps his arms around Spaz's midsection. He throws Spaz over his head, and off of the ladder, with a release German Suplex. Spaz crashes down on the back of his head while Somoza drops to his knees, exerting a bit too much energy.

Dunn - This has gotten personal in Ring A.

Falcoon - You want to see personal, look in the top ring.

Ring C shows Akira, staggering around, keeping a watchful eye on Thug 3 who is just coming to his senses after the brass knuckles shot. Thug 3 leans against the ropes and catches Akira running towards him. He throws his right foot up and catches Akira flush across his jaw, dropping him to his back and allowing Thug 3 to recooperate. In Ring B, Adrian Jackson finally gets to his feet and enters into Ring D -- looking to free Drake from the tree of woe.

Kissens - He could have just gone up top if he chose to.

Trent Steel finally pulls himself out of Ring D and crosses into Ring A, bypassing Adrian Jackson and quickly hoping to the second rung of the ladder. With absolute ease Trent scales to the top of the ladder and pulls himself up into the top ring. He doesn't stop there, as he keeps himself laid out on the apron -- and reaches down over the ring towards the ladder. With the fingertips of both hands he is able to clutch the ladder, and lifts it straight up towards the top ring. Once the top is laid on the apron, Steel forces it closed and drags it under the bottom rope -- finally putting a ladder in the top ring.

Kissens - Now someone can win it.

Dunn - Not just someone -- anyone could.

Falcoon - It's going to be a mixture of skill, luck and timing to pull this off.

The view of the top ring not only shows Steel pulling up the ladder, but also shows Valtiel pounding away at Specter -- removing the brass knuckles from his right hand once Specter falls limp, and throwing them out into the crowd. EJ Slayer catches Trent standing up to his feet and decks him with a hard forearm shot right to the mouth. Plague and Dude JoB keep a very watchful eye on one another, along with Piter Svoboda who has his eyes on the ladder laid on the apron. Specter does his best to ward off Valtiel, kicking him in the stomach every time he approaches him from above. He dodges a few stomp attempts, and finally gains the time to return up to his feet. As he rolls up, Specter dodges a left jab from Valtiel and ducks around behind his back -- only to get crushed as Valtiel swings his left arm backwards, nailing Specter with the point of his elbow. The camera cuts to Ring A, where Somoza has dragged Spaz back to his feet. He stares him in his face and pushes Spaz backwards against the ropes behind him. He bounces off of them and stumbles back towards Somoza -- but at the last second leapfrogs over him, and quickly ascends the ladder in Ring A. Vernon tries to catch Spaz, but he is too quick in getting up to the top of the ladder -- and he easily drags himself under the bottom ropes, disappearing from view for a moment.

Dunn - Even more people up top!

Back in the top ring, Spaz darts across the ring and nails a running dropkick to Svoboda -- knocking him down to his back for a moment as he tries lifting the ladder off of the mat. Dude JoB, growing tired of waiting around, goes after Valtiel -- who has his back turned to DJ as he continues his assault on Specter. DJ cracks Valtiel over the back of the head with a clubbing elbow, dropping him to his knees for a moment. Dude JoB pulls his right leg back, looking to crush Valtiel -- when EJ Slayer comes up from behind and picks Dude JoB up into the air. He tosses Dude JoB over the top rope and sends him flying down towards the canvas of Ring A. Somoza steps out of the was as DJ crashes back-first to the mat, falling motionless the second of the impact.

Falcoon - Shit! Shit!

Kissens - Bodies are flying everywhere!

Incredibly frustrated, Somoza finally heads up the ladder in Ring A. He is a lot slower to progress to the top, with Spaz pulling himself away from the edge of the top ring to avoid Vernon and rekindle his fight with Piter. Eventually, the big man grabs a hold of the ring apron and hoists himself onto the edge of the ring apron. He drags his large frame upwards, finding it easier to step up to his feet on the outside apron of the top ring -- then entering. He ducks himself through the middle and top ropes, stepping into the top ring.

Dunn - There's too many people up in that top ring.

Falcoon - It's a disaster waiting to happen.

As soon as Somoza enters, Valtiel thrusts his right boot up and delivers a thunderous big boot right to his face -- flipping him backwards over the top rope.

Kissens - Oh no!!!

Somoza crashes down on his side in Ring A, laying right next to Dude JoB who is coughing up blood at this point.

Dunn - This place has gone to hell.

Falcoon - Why would anyone want to subject themselves to this?

The cameras cut to the Top Ring, where we see Spaz walk away from the fallen Svoboda, grabbing the ladder and walking towards the center of the ring with it. He is able to position it right under the trophy belt, while the other competitors seem to not even notice his progression.

Falcoon - Spaz is heading up..

He slowly starts to climb up one side of the ladder, but he is promptly yanked down to his feet on the canvas by Plague. Once there, he throws his right leg up at the face of Spaz -- looking for the Vaccine Superkick, but Spaz narrowily sidesteps it. He grabs Plague from behind, holding him in a reverse waist lock -- but Plague is able to break the grasp rather easily. He spins around and throws a clothesline at the head of Spaz, who hooks the arm and floats himself over the back of Plague. He lands on his feet in front of Plague, holding him in a front face lock with his right arm -- but only maintains the hold for a few seconds. Plague swings himself out of it, keeping a hold of Spaz's right arm and irish whipping him towards the ropes. With a quick side step, Plague throws his right foot up and connects under the jaw of Spaz as he bounces off of the ropes. The impact flips him backwards, and he seems to fall in slow motion as he is sent flying to the outside of the rings -- crashing down onto the concrete, without any protective padding what-so-ever.

Kissens - HE'S DEAD.

Falcoon - We need help here, seriously.

Plague turns himself around, and he now approaches the ladder. On the otherside, Valtiel has the same idea -- with both men climbing up the ladder at the same pace. The feed remains on the top ring, with the superstars completely oblivious to Valtiel and Plague -- who are about half way up the ladder. Valtiels height gives him an advantage as he is able to reach nearest to the belt before Plague, but Plague forces himself upwards and tries to beat Valtiel up. The two men reach the top and turn their attentions away from the trophy belt and onto one another. Valtiel swings his right arm forward and nearly knocks Plague right off the ladder with a right hook, and chooses to reach up to the belt once again -- seeing Plague becoming dazed. It proves to be a mistake as Plague jabs his left hand into the stomach of Valtiel, which is exposed as he reaches upwards. He bends slightly forward, allowing Plague to grab him by his hair and drive his face straight down onto the top of the ladder. Still, Valtiel doesn't fall as he maintains a hold of the ladder with his left hand.

Dunn - Neither of these guys want to give up this chance!

Falcoon - Only one can win!

Suddenly, Plague kicks his right leg over the ladder and crushes it against the left side of Valtiel's head -- knocking him off of the ladder and crashing down to the top ring. Plague sits himself a top the ladder, all alone, before looking up to the trophy belt.

Falcoon - PLAGUE IS ALONE UP THERE!

Dunn - He's got i--

When Plague reaches up for the belt, the ladder is slowly tipped over by Piter Svoboda. Plague bails off of it and tries to avoid crashing down to the floor -- and instead ends up landing throat first over the top rope of the Top Ring. The ladder lays over the same top rope he crashed down upon, before it falls to the mat and closes itself back up.

Kissens - Oh my god that was close, y'all.

Dunn - Not only did Piter take away that opportunity from Plague, but I seriously doubt he'll be able to muster up anything to follow.

The camera focuses in on EJ Slayer who has now approached the opposite side of the ring -- and become entangled with Piter Svoboda the second he turns his attention away from the ladder. He pushes him backwards into one of the corners of the top ring. Every time Slayer goes for a strike, Svoboda worms his way out of it and ties up with him -- only to repeat the same process again and again. Finally EJ grows incredibly frustrated and throws a wide right hook, which Svoboda is able to grab with his left hand. His right hand disappears into his pants, and he produces a pair of handcuffs -- locking his left wrist, and EJ's right wrist together.

Kissens - Oh my god.

Falcoon - Now if Slayer wants to win, he's going to either have to climb with Svoboda -- or knock him out and carry him.

EJ grabs a hold of the thumb of Piter and cranks it down into his palm -- breaking it as Svoboda yells in pain. Slayer is able to free himself from the cuffs, and hooks them around his fist before driving it right into the mouth of Svoboda. Blood flies everywhere as he crumbles through the ropes and again falls down to the ring structure below -- crashing down into Ring D flat on his back.

Falcoon - Holy FUCK!

Dunn - Looks like Svoboda is out of this one!

The fans chant "Holy shit! Holy shit!" as Slayer turns his attention towards his nearest opponent -- who just so happens to be Trent Steel. Keeping the cuffs hooked around his fist he cracks Trent right across his forehead. The strike busts him open and drops him to his knees, which is good enough for Slayer who moves towards the ladder that lays upon the mat. As he bends down he is punted right across the face by Specter, standing him straight up without the ladder in hand. Instead of following up with another strike, Specter pokes EJ in his right eye and blinds him for a moment.

Dunn - That'll give him an edge.

While Specter remains engaged with Slayer, Trent Steel squeaks in and grabs the ladder off of the mat. He sets it up right under the belt and looks up as he begins climbing. Specter starts to climb up the ladder as well, climbing up behind Steel as he reaches the just about halfway up. Steel kicks downward at Specter, who is able to avoid most of the kicks and keeps Trents attention away from the belt. Slayer slowly pushes himself to his feet, looking enraged as he approaches the otherside of the ladder -- looking to end it all right now.

Falcoon - Specter is too busy trying to prevent Steel from winning, that he just gave a pass to Slayer!

EJ slowly makes his way to the middle of the ladder, when Steel finally lands a boot down across the forehead of Specter. This allows him to continue his climb, but as he reaches the top he sees EJ Slayer join him almost immediately. They both set their footing on their respective rungs, and square their shoulders. Without warning the two men begin to duke it out on top of the ladder -- with Steel firing away with a combination of right hands, but Slayer responding with stunning forearm shots to the head. Neither man gains the advantage as Specter stops himself to watch the two men fight. He sees Steel thrust his head forward and catch Slayer with a headbutt, but EJ shrug it off and grab Trent around his throat. As if he was tossing a feather, EJ pushes Trent off the top of the ladder -- sending him falling backwards to the Top Ring.

Dunn - Now Slayer is going to win.

Kissens - Crap. Specter didn't play that too smart.

EJ looks down at Trent who remains lifeless on the mat, then turns his attention up to the trophy belt. Slayer reaches his right arm up -- when Specter speeds up the ladder, and tucks his head into the armpit of EJ Slayer. Specter sticks both of his legs through the rungs of the ladder and wraps his arms around the midsection of Slayer -- tossing him over the top of the ladder. Slayer crashes down to the top ring, holding his back while yelling in pain -- as Specter hangs upside down from the top of the ladder.

Dunn - NEON LIGHTS SUPLEX!

Falcoon - But he's in a tree of woe on that ladder.

Specter does a sit up, with the ladder shaking violently -- but he is able to hoist himself back to the top of the ladder. The fans explode as he reaches his right hand up and unhooks the belt, grasping it to his chest and falling down to the mat feet-first.

Kissens - SPECTER GOT IT!

Falcoon - First Christmas Tree Match, now King of the Mountain!

Missy Janson - The winner of the 2009 King of the Mountain -- and thus earning the right to book any match of his choosing... SPEEEECTER!

The fans are cheering as loud as they possibly can, with all of the competitors completely laid out all over the structure and the ringside area. The cameras focus in on Specter who keeps the belt close to his chest, wincing in pain as he lays on his right side.

Dunn - Wow, what an incredible display from all of the men involved.

Falcoon - That was even better than last years.

Kissens - A lot of people are going to be banged up after this.

Falcoon - You can guarantee that. Including the winner.

Dunn - That blank match contract will help heal a lot of those wounds.

Falcoon - That is for sure.

Specter begins pulling himself up to his feet -- holding the KOTM trophy belt high above his head, with the fans giving him the loudest ovation of the night.

Dunn - Perfect match to cap off the night.

Kissens - I agree.

Falcoon - Well, we are out of time here tonight. We will see you on the Next Addiction, folks.

The cameras fade to the OWF logo, then immediately cuts to black -- ending the telecast.