Falcoon - Hello OWF fans.

All three announcers are shown in a pre-taped segment, in the backstage area of the Arena.

Kissens - Ugh, this sucks.

Dunn - We gotta do it, guys.

Falcoon - I'll take it. Folks, President Chase Johnson was on the receiving end of a vicious attack at the hands of JC.

Kissens - Vicious isn't the word.

Falcoon - Well whatever the word is, he injured CJ.

Dunn - And we don't even know how bad.

Falcoon - All that is known is he will not be here tonight, and we are expecting a temporary transfer of power here tonight.

Kissens - What a sour note to start off the card.

Dunn - Considering we have so much action, I think once things get moving we'll be okay.

Falcoon - I hope. So fans, we're going to start the night off right now -- we hope you enjoy.

Kissens - Get better CJ!

The feed cuts to black.

The usual explosions of pyrotechnics, music and cheers is all vacant from this opening. The lights in the arena remain completely black, with a slight hum coming from the confused crowd. They all wonder amongst themselves what is going on -- but there is no immediate answer. Although the cameras pan around the arena, the only things that can be seen are the outline's of bodies standing in the hallways -- shining light in from the concession stand area.

As we cut to the ring, a single spotlight opens up and shines on a steel chair in the ring. Sitting in that chair is JC, who is being booed by the fans of OWF. A chant of "Fuck you, JC, Fuck you!" breaks out as garbage litters the ring around him. He is hit with a few stray items of food, but he brushes it off as nothing.

JC - Quiet please, I don't want you fans to miss a second of the following footage.

JC makes a motion towards the video wall, in which a replay from Addiction airs. A shot of CJ appears, which gets applause from the audience. CJ walks towards the back of the limousine and cautiously opens the door. He peers inside, checking out the interior to find it vacant. With that, he enters and slams the door shut behind him. Within seconds the limousine pulls away from the curb and heads for the exit. The moment it goes into motion -- a loud groaning engine is heard roaring off the concrete walls. From seemingly out of nowhere, the same forklift used to pin JC in his locker room strikes the limousine right at the back door -- with both forks piercing the windows and stopping the limo immediately. It doesn't stop there as the forklift pushes the limousine all the way up against the concrete wall at speeds near thirty miles per hour. Smoke, flames and a thick glass-dust rise into the air as the fork lift comes to a stop.

The camera switches to see the driver exit and walk towards the totaled limousine, encasing the President in a fiery mesh of twisted steel. He is identified as JC, who stares blankly at the fire that rises from the limousine.

The feed switches back to the live shot of the ring, and JC is smiling. The audience boos him relentlessly, but he ignores it.

JC - As you can see, I did exactly what I said I was going to do. Chase Johnson, I told you that if you did not step down there would be dire consequences, and there were. Now, we may never see Chase Johnson in this company again. CJ could have left of his own volition, but instead, he decided to ignore me. He decided to mock me. Now, he's gone.

The fans boo JC and he waves off their reaction as if it's meaningless to him.

JC - Please, hold your applause. I did this for you. Everything I've ever done has been for you. You are finally going to get the wrestling company that you, as fans, deserve. Gone are the Hang Tens, Moxie Roxies and Vacants of the world. Gone is Chase Johnson.

JC stands up and tosses the chair aside.

JC - Sure, there are a few problems left, but I will remove them soon enough. You don't understand. The cancer is in recession. I am winning...WE are winning. Tonight, I am declaring myself in charge of the OWF.

Falcoon - What?

Kissens - He can't do that, can he?

JC - That's right. In the days of old, when a king was dethroned, the one who defeated him took his place. I removed CJ from his position, and now I am placing myself in charge. Don't worry. I'm a fair ruler. I'm someone who cares about the fans interest. I care about this business. I care about wrestling. My friends, the cancer is in recession, and the healing can begin.

JC drops his microphone and leaves the ring, to a stunned crowd.

Dunn - That's bullshit!

Falcoon - There's no way he is President!

The feed cuts to the announcers booth at ringside, with Gordie Falcoon, Jackie Kissens and James Dunn all looking repulsed.

Dunn - He ruined our intro, too!

Kissens - That doesn't matter. If JC's in charge, we are all in trouble.

Falcoon - There has to be somebody who is already in charge.

Dunn - Who?

Kissens - DK?

Dunn - I'd rather JC, honestly.

Falcoon - What about Sullivan?

Dunn - Hmm. That could be.

Kissens - Or Kremlin.

Falcoon - Yeah... not touching that one.

We cut backstage where we see JC walking the halls. A few wrestlers in the main corridor keep a watchful eye on him as he passes them by, obviously looking for something. After a few seconds he nears his destination, but he is approached by his stable-mate Trent Steel. Trent has a wide smile on his face and pats JC on the back.

Trent Steel - JC! Brilliant!

JC - That's "Prez JC" to you.

JC laughs as Steel joins in with a slight chuckle.

Trent Steel - So, Prez, can I speak with you for a moment?

JC - Actually, I'm about to go get myself an office. But right after that.

Trent Steel - Sounds good, El Presidente.

Trent walks off, as JC approaches a door labeled "President CJ". He opens the door and enters, to find Garrett Greene sitting in the chair of CJ -- behind the desk.

JC - What the hell are you doing in my office?

Garrett Greene - I'm sorry, your office? Last I checked, I was the one granted control over the operations of the OWF -- not you.

The fans cheer, knowing JC won't be president.

Falcoon - Thank god.

JC - So, you're in charge then?

Garrett Greene - Yep.

JC smiles.

JC - Okay. Just checking.

He turns and leaves the office, slamming the door behind him on his way out. The feed cuts away from a shot of a smiling Garrett Greene, to the announcers booth yet again.

Falcoon - I don't like the way JC was just talking to Garrett.

Dunn - Well, I don't think he's happy to be challenged when he just claimed power.

Kissens - Lets just hope he doesn't go to the lengths he went to last week.

Dunn - Honestly, he should be in jail.

Falcoon - I suppose CJ isn't conscious enough to press charges.

Kissens - Yeah, but we could prove it was JC.

Falcoon - ... Do you want him to do to you what he did to Greg?

Kissens - So... Shame we don't know who attacked CJ last week.

Dunn - Nice one.

From next to the announcers booth, Missy Janson stands up out of her seat at the time keepers table and pulls a microphone into her right hand.

Falcoon - Anyways... looks like we are finally nearing the start of the show.

Dunn - Whoopie.

Kissens - Oh it's going to be a good one.

Missy heads for the ring and ascends the nearest set of ring steps on her way up to the apron. She enters the ring through the top and middle ropes, and walks straight to the center of the squared circle.

Dunn - Yeah, but, not if JC is in charge.

Falcoon - He's not.

Dunn - For now.

Kissens - Oh you're such a worry wart.

The fans all shoot their direct attention towards the ring, while a few scramble back to their seats to catch the opener.

Falcoon - Enough bickering, lets send it to Missy before we have another interruption.

Missy faces the live cameras and lifts the microphone up to her mouth -- beginning the introductions for the first match of the evening.

Missy Janson - Hello University of Florida, and WELCOME TO OWF CAMPUS CHAOS!

An explosion of cheers breaks out throughout the crowd, shaking the arena to it's foundation. Missy waits for them to calm themselves down a bit before she lifts the microphone up to her lips again.

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

The fans quiet themselves to hear the introductions as Missy carries on.

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

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

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

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

Dunn - Thunder made a statement by taking Drake out last week.

Falcoon - And he seems determined to do it tonight, as well.

Thunder's music fades out as he backs into his corner. Missy continues the introductions.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Green Bay, Wisconsin... Drake Munday!

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

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

Drake looks angry as he makes his way to the ring. 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.

Kissens - This probably won't end up too good for Drake, y'all.

Dunn - He hasn't had much of a break.

Drake's music fades out and Missy walks off towards the side of the ring. She exits, and only when she returns to her seat does the referee call for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Drake Munday runs across the ring and tries to take Thunder down with a cross body block, but he is booted in midair and sent flying across the ring right off the bat. Drake is sent down to the mat, but hops right up -- throwing wild strikes towards the face of Thunder. He absorbs every blow and eventually grabs a hold of Drakes right arm on his first wide hook attempt. He swings Munday down to the mat with an arm drag, immediately dragging him back to his feet with that same arm -- and pulling him in for a short-arm clothesline that devastates Drake.

Dunn - Jesus, I think I just caught one of Drake's teeth.

Kissens - You should sell it on ebay.

Falcoon - That's creepy.

Thunder gets back up to his feet, standing over Munday who takes a few moments to return to his knees. As he does, Thunder grasps him around his head and tugs him all the way up to his feet -- hoisting Munday up over his shoulders into a standing firemans carry. Without hesitation, Thunder sits out and drops Drake right on the back of his head with a Death Valley Driver in the center of the ring -- knocking him for a loop.

Dunn - This new guy is tearing Munday limb from limb.

Falcoon - You can tell Drake is not himself in there.

Kissens - Yeah, but he had to come out here and try to defend himself.

Dunn - I give him credit for that. Even if it sends him to an early grave.

Thunder again rises up to his feet, standing back and watching Drake struggle to get up off of the mat. He rolls over onto his right hip, pressing his elbow into the canvas to push himself upwards. Finally he sits on the mat a few feet away from Thunder, who rushes in and punts Drake right across his spine. Munday is paralyzed for a moment due to the severe pain burning through his back, and this allows Thunder to easily drag Munday up to his unsteady feet once more.

Falcoon - Come on, this needs to stop.

Dunn - Munday shouldn't be competing tonight.

Kissens - And he may not compete any other night if this goes on much longer, y'all.

Thunder boots Munday in the gut and tucks his head between his legs. With one swift movement he lifts Drake up onto his shoulders, and then drops him down to his back with a Jackknife Powerbomb.

Dunn - That's it.

Kissens - He calls that the Thunderbolt.

Falcoon - Well, Munday just got struck with it.

Thunder covers Munday as the referee slides in, and makes the count. 1... 2... 3!

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

Falcoon - This guy is ripping through anyone he is put up against.

Dunn - And now Munday is back to where he started -- on his back.

Thunder exits the ring while Drake regains his senses. He shakes his head in disgust while Thunder heads up the ramp and disappears behind the curtains.

Kissens - Now he just has to focus on the future. He can't dwell on tonight, y'all.

Dunn - You're right Jackie. If he does, he'll never get better.

Munday rolls out of the ring, and begins his walk to the back as the cameras cut back to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - Well, JC wanted to take him under his wing... but now he seems to be forgotten.

Kissens - JC has bigger plans.

Dunn - That's obvious.

The feed cuts to a camera backstage, Tyler Taylor is walking down the hallway. He knocks on the El Plaga Locker Room door, and gets no answer. He knocks again, a little harder this time, and the door swings open violently. Tyler takes a step back as the large mass known as Porta Prince answers the door. The crowd pops before their favorite superstar can say a word.

Tyler Taylor - Uh... hey Porta! It's promo time! Got any words for Lopes?

Porta grabs the mic and shoves Taylor out of the shot.

Porta Prince - Get the hell outta here man... Lopes!! Ooooh the clock is tickin' Lopes. Tick tock. The time has come. It's been month's and I've been itchin' like a crackfiend to get at you boy!! It's finally March 29th, and I finally get to legally wrap my hands around your scrawny little neck!! Somoza! Come here for a sec.

Somoza comes to the front door and Porta gives him room to be in the shot.

Porta Prince - Put your hands up for a second Somoza.

Somoza lifts his hands slightly until they are focused on by the cameraman.

Porta Prince - You see these hands, Lopes!! Get used to them, become acquainted with them......Because once this match between you and I is over......SOMOZA will be the one caning you time after time after time after time. It'll be these hands that leave welt after welt on your back. These hands will make the blood flow down your spine and drip on the cold canvas we go to war on..............Lopes!!! You better hope you win, because when Somoza gets his hand on that Haitian Cane, you won't be able to walk to the same!!

Porta throws the microphone back to Taylor who walks back into the shot. Porta walks back into the locker room, leaving Somoza and Taylor in the shot.

Tyler Taylor - Do you have anything to add, Somoza?? What are your thoughts on Mardi Brawls.

Vernon Somoza - No more words Taylor. Just a whole lot of pain to dish out.

Somoza joins Porta as he, too, enters the locker room. The feed cuts away from Tyler, and back to a wide shot of the Arena.

Falcoon - Both members of El Plaga are extremely focused on what needs to be done tonight.

Dunn - Campus Chaos is a very important night for both men.

Kissens - Without question, y'all.

Dunn - I honestly expected them to have a full plate tonight.

Falcoon - Usually Porta is always game for a promo, but tonight he seems like all business.

Dunn - He is, and he should be. Lopes is a veteran and he'll be more than ready to take that belt away from Porta if he takes this defense lightly.

Kissens - Porta is no slouch either, and the difference in size gives the champion a slight advantage in my book.

The cameras cut to ringside where we get a good shot of the announcers table.

Falcoon - No matter the case, we still have two matches to go before we even get to that point.

Dunn - With Porta's tag partner in action coming up next.

Kissens - Have you guys ever seen such a stacked Mardi Brawls Match like the one we have this year, y'all?

Falcoon - I believe this match is going to redefine Mardi Brawls as we have come to know it.

Dunn - You may not be far off.

Next to the booth we see Missy Janson pick herself up from her chair with a microphone in her right hand. She steps away from the time keepers table with her sights set on the middle of the OWF Ring.

Falcoon - Last year we simply didn't have a PDA Title to build a contender for.

Dunn - And before that, Spaz defended against the likes of Prissy.

Kissens - Eww. She's a whore.

Dunn - Yeaaaaah. Let's not throw stones.

She skips up the steel rings steps and makes her way onto the ring apron with ease. She parts the ropes and enters the ring, walking towards the middle of the squared circle.

Falcoon - Yes. Instead, lets sit back and allow Missy to begin the announcements for the Mardi Brawls Match.

Kissens - I can do that, y'all.

She turns and faces the live camera, staring directly into it as she lifts the microphone up to her mouth.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the 2009 Mardi Brawls Match!

A load roar comes from the top of the building, all the way down to the front row of seating.

Missy Janson - The match will follow a Eight-Man Battle Royal Format -- where eliminations can only be scored by pinfall or submission. Falls count anywhere in or out of the arena, with the last man standing being declared the winner. Fourth to last eliminated gets the right to choose their First Round Opponent in Quest For The Best, Third and Second to last eliminated will team up and challenge for the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships in the match directly following this.

Missy pauses for a few moments to catch her breath after the explaination of the rules, and the prizes associated with the match. Finally she is able to get herself on track, and she continues.

Missy Janson - The entrants are... Spaz... Dude JoB... Plague... Trent Steel... Piter Svoboda... Vernon Somoza... Valtiel... and Raven Talon!

A nice response is given for all eight men, who also participated in the King of the Mountain.

Missy Janson - If you'll direct your attention to the OWF-Tron -- All eight competitors are ready to start in the Parking Garage.

The OWF-Tron comes to life, where we see the eight competitors all standing in a circle in the parking lot. Many referee's stand around, watching every man very intensely. The bell is rung from inside the arena, and the match begins.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

All eight competitors stare at each other, waiting for someone to make the first move.

Falcoon - This part of the match is crucial.

Dunn - Not as crucial as the last part.

Trent Steel is the first to do so, breaking away from the group and walking towards the nearest wall. He finds a steel chain which he wraps around his hand many times, while the group breaks off into mayhem. Dude JoB tackles Spaz down to the concrete with a double leg takedown, and immediately begins to fire away at him with rights and lefts to his face. The camera pans away to see Plague stalking towards Piter Svoboda, who has his fists balled up in preparation for Plague's assault. When Plague steps forward, he is caught with a snap kick to the thigh from Svoboda -- trying to keep Plague at a distance. It works for the moment, making Plague think twice before he tries to step towards Piter again. Before he even has the chance, he is cracked from behind with a stark forearm from Raven Talon. Plague drops down to his knees while Talon and Svoboda step in and begin taking turns striking him with short right fists.

Dunn - That's the name of the game right there.

Kissens - What's that?

Falcoon - Teamwork.

Dunn - You're correct. Anyone who can get themselves an alliance has a far better chance of surviving.

Kissens - So, with that thought in mind -- you're saying Dude JoB and Trent Steel are the favorites?

Dunn - I guess.

The camera cuts just a few feet away where Valtiel and Vernon Somoza stare at one another before Trent Steel runs into the frame and takes Somoza out with a stiff shot from his right elbow. Valtiel grabs Trent from behind and tries to keep him restrained, but receives a mule kick directly between the legs for his efforts. He releases his hold, and this allows Trent to spin around and connect with the left side of Valtiel's face with the sole of his boot. The big man falls to a knee, while Trent stumbles around and right into the clutches of Vernon Somoza. A stunning european uppercut is brought under Trent's jaw, and immediately drops him down to the concrete floor in a seated position.

Falcoon - Ouch.

Dunn - Somoza is one of the hardest hitters in this federation -- let alone this match.

Pulling to the right, the camera picks up Spaz as he is able to fight back up to his feet and push Dude JoB off of him -- squaring off with him as both man stand tall. They lock up, with Spaz gaining the advantage and kicking DJ's legs out from under him. Dude JoB is quick to return to his feet, but misses with a roundhouse kick that Spaz ducks. He grabs DJ from behind, locking him in a side headlock before diving forward and driving DJ's face right down onto the concrete with a bulldog. Meanwhile, the cameras cut back to their previous shot of Somoza. Directly right behind him, Valtiel stands up with his eyes locked on Vernon -- who remains unaware of Valtiel's presence. Vernon turns around and narrowily avoids a clothlesine attempt by ducking under Valtiel's right arm. Somoza grabs Valtiel by his hair after pulling himself around behind him, and throws Valtiel head-first through the windshield of the nearest car. Valtiel's body lays limp on top of the hood, as Somoza steps onto the tire -- then joins Valtiel on the hood.

Dunn - Valtiel is a fucking mess!

Falcoon - Somoza came out firing.

The car alarm blares throughout the garage, nearly distorting the audio for the telecast. Meanwhile, Somoza pulls his bloody adversary from the broken glass and lays him flat on the car. Somoza lays across Valtiel in a lateral press -- with the referee making the count on the top of the car. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - Valtiel has been eliminated by Vernon Somoza!

Kissens - That's one down.

Dunn - Only three more before we start handing out prizes.

The cameras cut to show Raven Talon and Piter Svoboda still working over Plague on the concrete floor. The shot cuts away from the two men beating on Plague to show Spaz standing over Dude JoB -- trying to catch his breath. Nearby we can watch as Valtiel is assisted towards a set of ambulances, while Somoza stands on his own and watches from a far. Trent reappears behind Somoza, and clubs him across the back of his head with a forearm shot. Vernon doubles over, with Steel stepping towards him and laying a second clubbing forearm to Somoza -- this time across his back. Vernon, trying to get himself away from Steel for the moment, staggers away and towards a steel scaffold near one of the production trucks.

Dunn - These two have waged wars against one another on multiple occasions.

Falcoon - And it's not going to end here tonight.

Kissens - Not by a long shot, y'all.

Steel dropkicks Somoza from behind, pressing him chest first against the steel scaffolding. He approaches Somoza and grabs him by his hair, while stepping up the bars of the scaffold. Somoza climbs up behind Steel, dragged by his hair, as the two men begin heading up towards the top of the twenty foot scaffold.

Falcoon - God damnit, the match just started!

Dunn - There's no love lost for these two.

Kissens - And all hope will be lost if this doesn't go well.

Cutting away from their ascent, we shift back to the floor of the parking garage. Svoboda steps away from Plague and looks at Talon, who stares right back. Piter holds up his arms, giving Talon the right of way and he takes it. He steps forward and grabs Plague around his neck, slowly dragging him up from the floor. After pulling Plague from his knees, he yanks him right into a front face lock -- tightly wrenching his right arm around the neck of Plague.

Dunn - He's going for The Talon's End!

Just then, Piter steps behind Raven and jumps in the air -- driving both of his feet into the back of Valtiel's head and nearly knocking him off his feet.

Falcoon - What the? They were both just beating on Plague and now he wants Talon out?

Kissens - It's every man for himself.

Dunn - Yeah, but Piter needs all the help he can get.

In a complete daze, Raven Talon holds Plague in the front face lock, when Plague grabs a hold of Talon by his right wrist. He spins out of the hold, keeping his grip on Talon's arm with both of their arms fully extended. Plague yanks Talon towards him, and he stumbles right into a huge Superkick that knocks him out cold.

Falcoon - The Vaccine!

Kissens - That was out of nowhere!

Talon falls limp to the concrete floor, with Plague collapsing on top of him. One of the referee's is nearby, and makes the count on the cold floor. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - Raven Talon has been eliminated by Plague!

Falcoon - Chalk the assist up to Piter.

As Plague lifts himself up off of Talon, he is attacked again by Piter -- who pounces on his back and begins gnawing at the back of his scalp. Plague is able to swing Svoboda off of him and down to the floor, where he hops right back up -- his eyes locked on Plague. The two men circle one another, with the feed cutting away to showcase Trent and Vernon's progress up the scaffold. They keep trading strikes as they climb, slowing their pace to the point where they still have about another ten feet to climb before reaching the top. Again the feed cuts back down to the concrete floor, where Dude JoB has been locked up with Spaz in the few seconds after returning to his feet. The collar and elbow tie-up doesn't give either man an advantage, and they break it -- choosing to go for strikes instead as Spaz lays a forceful right hand to the left cheek of DJ.

Dunn - These two are still going at it, eh?

Kissens - They've both been solely focused on each other.

Falcoon - Which could prove costly later on.

Dude JoB fires back with a left forearm that cracks Spaz across his jawline, dazing him long enough for DJ to swing a second forearm towards his face -- which also connects. Spaz nearly drops down to his knees, but remains on the balls of his feet somehow. He doesn't for long as Dude JoB sweeps out his legs and sends Spaz crashing down to the concrete floor. Back on Plague and Svoboda, neither man seems willing to make the next move -- until Dude JoB rushes in and kicks Plague's legs out from under him. Dude JoB motions for Piter to finish off Plague, and he steps forward to do so.

Dunn - I can't keep track of who is on whose side.

Falcoon - Just try your best, thats what I am doing.

He rolls Plague onto his stomach and steps onto the back of his thighs. He sets Plague up for a mexican surfboard, looking both of his feet on the inside of his knees with DJ watching on as he slides both of his hands into his pockets.

Falcoon - Dude JoB is going to watch Plague tap out to the Svoboda Sleeper!

Piter reaches forward, grabbing Plague by the back of his head -- but just then he is crushed with a loaded right fist from DJ. The cameras catch a glimpse of him wearing a pair of brass knuckles over his right hand while Svoboda falls flat to his back -- releasing Plague from the submission attempt.

Kissens - Scratch that thought, y'all.

Dude JoB grabs a hold of Piter's legs and flips over -- laying his back over his chest. He keeps Svoboda pinned to the floor with a referee nearby to make the count. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - Piter Svoboda has been eliminated by Dude JoB!

Dunn - And we keep on rolling!

The cameras cut away from Svoboda, and back to the scaffold as Vernon Somoza and Trent Steel are still battling on their way up. They near the top, but neither man can break free long enough to pull himself up. Meanwhile, Dude JoB watches Plague get back up to his feet -- but remains motionless. The two share a deep stare, before Spaz jumps in and takes Plage down to his knees. DJ looks up to the scaffold, seeing Somoza and Steel busy with one another -- and chooses to step back and relax, while Spaz and Plague trade rights and lefts.

Dunn - This is what they both have wanted!

Falcoon - And what we didn't get to see last week.

Kissens - Look at those shots.

Falcoon - If there was ever any doubt about the animosity between these two -- just watch this part of the match a few times.

The two men let their hatred for one another run wild -- hitting each other right in the face with any kind of strike they can fire forward with. Neither man gets an advantage, as neither feels pain due to the rush of adrenaline they receive. Back and forth they go, until suddenly both men start to slow down. Each strike carries less and less impact, but they still find their marks and refuse to stop fighting. The two men lock up for a brief moment, trying to use their last bits of strength to lay a crushing blow to keep the other down. Instead they struggle for leverage, with Plague swinging his right knee up and catching Spaz in his sternum. In response Spaz brings his left knee up and cracks Plague across the right side of his rib cage. Still, even the body blows do little to sway the other's will.

Kissens - Who is gonna go down first?

Dunn - ... Is the question Jackie is asked daily at her OTHER job.

Falcoon - Good one.

Kissens - You're trash, y'all.

The feed cuts away from the stalemate on the concrete floor, and back up to the top of the scaffold. There, we see Vernon Somoza and Trent Steel both crawling up onto the top platform -- finally finishing their twenty foot climb. The struggle to get up there has taken a lot out of both men as they lay winded on their backs. They both fight to regain their composure first, knowing whomever stands up first stands the best shot of walking away from this in good health. Somoza drags himself up to his left knee, shooting his eyes towards Steel to gauge his progress -- which is about even with Vernon's. Trent locks eyes with Vernon and begins pushing himself up from his knees, clutching onto the handrails fixed to the edges of the scaffolding. As he stands, he sees Somoza already to his feet and in the process of rearing his right arm back -- which decks Steel with a swift shot, nearly knocking him from the top of the scaffold.

Dunn - Steel almost took a plunge.

Falcoon - He's lucky he didn't.

Kissens - Yeah, but Somoza is in control up there.

Dunn - Yeah, it may be more a matter of "when" than "if".

Somoza backs off, taking the time to catch his breath fully. The camera cuts back to the garage floor, where Spaz and Plague still remain tied up with one another. At this point, Spaz loses it and swings his right foot up -- catching Plague right between his legs. He drops down to his knees, grabbing his crotch in pain while Spaz prepares himself to further damage Plague.

Falcoon - What a dirty bastard.

Dunn - Hey, it's PDA Rules.

Kissens - Anything goes, Gordie.

Just then, Spaz is caught with a boot to the small of his back, as Dude JoB reinserts himself into the confrontation. He grabs Spaz by both of his arms, and hooks them behind his back. Plague pulls himself up from his knees, with Dude JoB egging him on to strike Spaz. He winds up, but takes just long enough so that Spaz can break free from DJ's grasp. Once he does, Plague lays a right hand to the jaw of Dude JoB -- followed by Spaz taking him down to the mat with a dropkick.

Kissens - I'm not even going to pay attention to alliances anymore.

Dunn - Same here.

Dude JoB hops right up and walks into a clothesline from Plague, knocking him back down to the mat. His progress back up to his feet is slowed, as he remains on his knees for a few tense seconds. Spaz steps in and brings his right knee cap up into the mouth of Dude JoB -- standing him up straight for Plague to lay a Superkick right to his jaw.

Kissens - Another Vaccine Superkick!

Plague collapses on top of Dude JoB, hooking his leg as Spaz watches on. A referee from seemingly nowhere comes into sight, sliding upon the concrete to make the count. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - Dude JoB has been eliminated by Plague!

Falcoon - The unlikely team of Spaz and Plague took care of one of the Rogues there.

Almost immediately Spaz pounces on the back of Plague, laying strike after strike across the back of his neck while DJ rolls himself out of the way holding his mouth.

Dunn - And now we know that all four of these competitors will have something to show for tonight.

Plague tries to defend himself, but finds it almost completely useless as Spaz does everything in his power to keep Plague on all fours. Finally he steps off and punts Plague right in the ribs, sending him over onto his back. Spaz stands over Plague, kicking him lightly to antagonize him while picking himself off of the mat. Plague keeps pressing onward as Spaz increases the force behind his kicks, catching Plague flush upon his head with every one. Eventually Plague is able to make it to his feet, but he has been dazed from the flurry of kicks -- to the point where he can barely remain on his feet. Spaz sees this and leaps up into the air, wrapping both of his legs around the head and neck of Plague. He swings backwards and executes a hurricanrana, sliding Plague along the floor after he crashes down to the concrete.

Kissens - Now this is what I am used to from these guys.

Dunn - Expect more of the same, Jackie.

With Plague laid out, Spaz slowly picks himself up to his feet and brushes himself off. Back on the scaffold, Trent is very slow to pull himself back to his feet -- while Somoza stands back and just waits for him. With the help of the railing, Steel gets up to his feet and thrusts a kick that catches Somoza in the gut. It seems to have little effect on Vernon, but Trent continues to defend himself -- striking Vernon with a shin kick to his right thigh. Somoza remains unmoved, and seems to be growing more angry with every passing second. In a last ditch effort, Steel tries to swing a roundhouse kick up to Somoza's head -- but he catches Trent's boot before it reaches it's destination. He holds Trent there for a moment, using his right hand to keep a firm grasp of his boot. Vernon raises his left hand, and pokes Trent in the eye before releasing his foot.

Dunn - Not good. Not good at all.

Steel stumbles backwards, nearly falling off the scaffold. He holds his eyes, trying to rub them until he can see again while Somoza measures him up. The fans all jump to their feet as Vernon charges at Trent -- who ducks his head and hoists Vernon up onto his shoulders. He holds him in a standing firemans carry on the scaffold, standing dangerously close to the edge.

Kissens - Don't do it Trent!

Dunn - He's going to kill him!

Trent leaps off and swings Somoza down off of his shoulders. Both men fall about ten feet down to the top of the production truck, where Vernon Somoza is driven down onto the steel with a Death Valley Driver.

Falcoon - Fuck! Fuck!

A referee struggles to get a view of the top of the truck as he climbs up the side. As he does, he sees Trent laying across the body of Somoza -- which lays in a deep indent in the top of the truck.

Dunn - Steel is possessed tonight.

Kissens - It's like the Rogues are stronger than ever.

The referee makes the count. 1... 2... 3!

Falcoon - And just like that, Somoza is gone.

Missy Janson - Vernon Somoza has been eliminated by Trent Steel! He will be reserve the right to pick his opponent in the Quest For The Best Tournament!

Kissens - At least he's not walking away empty handed.

Dunn - Jackie, he's not walking away at all.

The camera cuts away from the production truck and focuses in on Spaz and Plague yet again. Plague is still on the concrete floor, holding his head in pain while Spaz stretches himself out in anticipation. After a few moments of this Plague finally starts moving up off of the concrete floor, and towards a standing position. Once he tucks his head down to stand up, Spaz steps in and yanks Plague back up -- and straightens his spine with a thunderous elbow strike to his right eye socket. Plague stands barely conscious, with Spaz trying to decide his next course of action.

Falcoon - Remember, next two eliminated get a Tag Team Title shot tonight.

Kissens - Unless it's Trent.

Dunn - I haven't seen him since Somoza was eliminated.

Spaz grabs Plague by the back of his head and walks him across the garage, and towards the steel production truck. He throws his opponent face first into the side of it, opening a gash on Plague's forehead as he drops tp his knees. Spaz doesn't stop his assault there, as he drives hard right hands straight onto the wound -- widening it so the blood flows more freely.

Dunn - Plague is going to need some stitches.

Falcoon - Or staples.

Kissens - Or crazy glue, y'all.

Plague fights back, hitting Spaz with fast jabs to his stomach while Plague tries rising to his feet. He is able to stun Spaz just enough to get back to a wobbily stance -- only to get taken down with a swift headbutt. Even Spaz is dazed from the shot as he drops to his right knee next to Plague.

Kissens - That's so gross, y'all.

It now looks as if Spaz is bleeding as well, but it may also just be the blood from the head of Plague. Either way he takes a few seconds to get back to his feet, shaking his head to regain his senses while extending both of his arms down towards Plague. He grasps him around his right arm and begins tugging him off of the canvas -- basically lifting Plague up to his feet with little to no effort. Spaz looks Plague and thrusts his right foot into his jaw, knocking Plague out-cold with his own signature maneuver.

Dunn - Vaccine on Plague!

Kissens - Spaz put all he had into that one.

Falcoon - Now he just has to make the cover.

Spaz picks himself up and keeps his eyes on Plague, who remains motionless on his back. Blood pools under the back of his head, which is laid on the concrete pavement. Spaz then looks up to the production truck, and takes a step towards it.

Dunn - Spaz is going up there to go finish Steel.

Falcoon - You think?

Kissens - That would be the smart thing to do, y'all.

Dunn - Plague isn't going anywhere.

He extends both of his arms up and grabs a hold of a ledge from one of the windowsills. Using the toes of his boots he scales up and hops onto the top of the truck -- immediately turning his line of sight down to Plague once again. He paces towards the middle of the truck and takes a deep breath.

Falcoon - Oh no.

Dunn - What?

Spaz scoots his feet over the edge of the production truck, intensifying his glare at Plague.

Dunn - Oh... no.

Kissens - Spazism!

Just as he is about to leap, Trent Steel pops up from the dent in the production truck and catches a leaping Spaz.

Falcoon - What THE...

He pulls him backwards and dumps him right on the back of his head with a German Suplex. Instead of bridging his back, Trent rolls through and keeps Spaz's legs pinned down over him -- with the same referee who counted the fall on Somoza, sliding in to count on Spaz.

Dunn - Perfectly executed German Suplex!

Kissens - He's got him here!

1... 2... 3!

Falcoon - Wow.

Missy Janson - Spaz has been eliminated by Trent Steel! He will receive a shot at the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Titles later tonight!

Dunn - Even if Trent doesn't win tonight, he's gained a lot of respect here.

Falcoon - Now we're down to two... Plague and Trent Steel.

Plague, who was playing possum in the first place, kips up to his feet and stares a top the production truck. He is aware of what happened, and now has plans to catch Trent off guard.

Kissens - Plague is wasting no time.

Dunn - He would have killed Spaz by moving out of the way.

Falcoon - So, Steel saved Spaz's life?

Dunn - In a way.

Plague approaches the same windowsill that Spaz used to pull himself up onto the production truck. He shakes his head, and instead turns to the scaffolding which still stands nearby. Plague jogs towards it and starts to scale it as if he was completely fresh. The camera cuts to the top of the truck as Somoza has finally been removed, and now EMT's are doing their best to take Spaz out. Steel, on the other hand, seems to be hurting pretty badly as he remains on both of his knees -- unaware of Plague's precense.

Falcoon - Plague's going to join Steel.

Dunn - He doesn't want to wait around. He wants to end it now.

Plague gets about half-way up the scaffold in no-time, and is only then able to see Steel. He takes a few more steps up and turns himself around, so his back is now facing the scaffold -- and he is square with Trent Steel. Plague calls out to Trent to get his attention.

Plague - Hey, up here.

Steel spins himself up from his knees and turns around -- to see Plague leaping from the scaffold. He spears Trent, nearly splitting him in half as both men crash down to the top of the production truck.

Dunn - Plague wants to win this thing.

Kissens - If he does, he gets a shot at the one belt that will earn him a Grand Slam in the OWF.

Falcoon - Really?

Kissens - Yep.

Dunn - Didn't even think of that.

Plague is on fire as he jumps up to his feet and screams at the top of his lungs. He reaches down, grabbing Trent by his hair and yanking him up to his feet. Once there he immediately grabs him in a front face lock, and backpeddles towards the edge of the truck. He tosses Steel's right arm over his head, and glances back over his shoulder one last time to measure up the floor.

Dunn - I'm not watching this.

Kissens - Same. You call this Gordie.

Plague is about to go for the Superplex off of the top of the truck -- but Trent rolls himself backwards, and hooks Plague up with a small package. He pins Plague's shoulders to the top of the truck, with the referee who has remained on top of the truck dropping down to make the count.

Falcoon - LOOK GUYS!

Dunn - Fuck off.

Kissens - Yeah! Fuck off.

1... 2... 3!

Falcoon - Steel wins!

Dunn - ... What?!

Missy Janson - Plague has been eliminated! He will receive a shot at the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Titles later tonight!

Plague rolls out of the pin and looks shocked, while Steel slides himself away as quick as possible.

Missy Janson - Therefore the winner of Mardi Brawls -- and receiving a shot at the OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship... TREEEENT STEEL!

Falcoon - So he goes up against The Phoenix again.

Dunn - I guess so.

Kissens - Plague is not happy camper.

Dunn - He gets his chance at revenge in the next match.

Falcoon - He also gets the chance to team with Spaz -- the guy who was ready to maim him.

Trent hops off of the production truck and breaks off into a jog -- leaving the scene of the match as the feed cuts back to the announcers booth.

Kissens - And the guy that Plague would have maimed when he moved out of the way.

Dunn - Or if Steel hadn't saved his ass.

Falcoon - We're getting off topic here -- we saw a great contest, and congratulations are in order for Trent.

Dunn - Sad thing is, Rogues have more power now.

Kissens - We can only hope that Spaz and Plague can somehow dethrone them as Tag Champs.

Dunn - I wouldn't bet on it.

Falcoon - JC is at full-strength, with the other three all suffering differing amounts of injuries in Mardi Brawls.

Kissens - Which only helps the Rogues chances of defending successfully.

The camera cuts into a locker room, the lighting muted as shadows fill the majority of the room. On the right side of the shot, a lone figure sits on a bench, head bowed in silence. As the camera swivels over to get a frontal shot of the man, he raises his head, the light only revealing half his face as he stares into the camera itself.

The Phoenix - Once before, you’ve gotten the better of me, on what could be considered my home turf. That was then, Jesse. This time, there will be no remorse, no escape. The OWF ring may be your home turf, but that has not stopped me in the past from dismantling whoever gets set in front of me. Tonight, you and the rest of the world are going to see what I can do when I am at the top of my game. You will see why I am one of the best technical wrestlers in the industry today, and you will see that without any gimmicks or cluster matches, I can beat anyone in a one-on-one match.

There is a pause as Phoenix bows his head briefly, before speaking again.

The Phoenix - A lot of people have been in this position before, in the role of challenger. Most of them didn’t already have two belts to carry with them to the ring. For this one night...neither will I. My titles are being kept in a secure place, in order to drive home this point. Tonight, I am not the OWF’s PDA champion. Tonight, I am not a champion anywhere else. Tonight, I am simply the challenger with a will to win that is unequaled. No Public Displays of Aggression will be needed. Anarchy, whether of the X variety or otherwise, will not reign tonight.

Once again, Phoenix raises his head to stare into the camera. The one eye that is visible seems to have a determined look within it.

The Phoenix - Tonight, I will leave the University of Florida as the man who did the impossible—the man who defeated Jesse Williams on his home turf to become the OWF World Heavyweight champion. The time for talking is over. The time for action has come.

The man who would be champion stares silently at the camera until it fades to black.

Falcoon - Strong words from The Phoenix.

Dunn - What is he talking about, Jesse beat him?

Kissens - I don't know. Maybe it was a metaphor.

Dunn - Good call.

Falcoon - Whatever it was, the challenger seems more than prepared to face the task presented to him.

Kissens - And the OWF fans have gotten behind him with the recent loss he has suffered.

Dunn - Lets be honest, they were behind him way before that.

Kissens - That's true y'all.

The camera pans to the right to pick up Missy Janson standing up from the time keepers table. The camera follows her as she walks towards the ring with a microphone in her right hand.

Falcoon - The fans are very hard to gauge.

Dunn - And this next match should split them pretty well.

She skips up the steel ring steps and makes her way onto the ring apron -- pausing for a moment before stepping through the middle and top ropes.

Kissens - These four men are going to tear each other apart.

Falcoon - There's no doubt about it.

Dunn - Well that's something the fans can get behind.

She enters the ring and walks to the center of the squared circle and faces the live camera. Missy lifts her right hand up to her mouth and begins to speak into it.

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

Missy pauses, taking in the fans response before continuing.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the first competitor who earned his Tag Title Shot tonight. From Seatlle, Washington... Here is Spaz!

The lights go out and the opening cords to Drain the Blood by The Distillers blares over the PA. They lights come on dim and the silouette of a figure stands on the stage. The figure turns his head and reveals himself to be "The Misfit" Spaz. The lights come back on fully and the crowd begins to roar. Spaz is wearing his leather jacket with a Misfits sweater, and his hair in Liberty Spikes as he makes his way to the ring. Fire pyro begins to engulf the stage and Spaz walks through the fire till he gets to the ring. He walks up the steps and gets into the ring via the middle rope. He removes the jacket and reveals "Legacy of Brutality" on the right sleeve of the sweater. He discards of his sweater to reveal a scared upper torso. He then stands in the center of the ring awaiting action.

Dunn - After all these two have gone through, it's going to be mega interesting to see where they go from here.

Falcoon - I doubt they'll be able to work as a cohesive unit.

Kissens - You never know.

Spaz's music fades out, while Missy speaks into the microphone to continue her introductions.

Missy Janson - And his partner -- also earning his shot earlier tonight in the Mardi Brawls Match. From Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Plague!

The arena goes still as the lights go black and a spot light shines on the entrance ramp. It reveals a man standing alone a guitar slung in front of him, wearing a black leather trenchcoat.

PLAGUE STANDS ALONE!

The figure turns around and slides the pick up the guitar string, creating a loud screech of feedback throughout the arena.

1, 2, 3, 4! AWWWWHHHHA FUCKIN HOSTILE!!

The pyros flash behind Plague, creating a wall of sparks and smoke. He begins his way down to the ring, sliding the guitar behind him. The words the PLAGUE HAS STRUCK appear individually on the jumbotron behind him.

Almost every day, I see the same face
on broken picture tube, it fits the attitude
if you could see yourself, you put you on a shelf
your verbal masturbate, promise to nauseate
today I'll play the part of non-parent
not make a hundred rules for you to know about yourself
not lie and make you believe what's evil
is making love, and making friends, and meeting god your own way
the right way.

He stops halfway down to the ring and smiles at the crowd, before pulling his shades off and sprinting forward leaping up onto the apron and turns back towards the entrance and jumbotron. It now shows Plague's greatest feats in OWF, ASW and other feds.

To see, to bleed, cannot be taught
in turn, you're making us fucking hostile
we stand alone.

He walks along the apron and climbs onto the right turnbuckle and stares out into the crowd, before stretching his arms out, holding his guitar in his left hand and his right balled into a fist.

The truth in right and wrong
the boundaries of the law
you seem to miss the point
arresting for a joint?!
you seem to wonder why
hundreds of people die
you're writing tickets man
my mom gets jumped, they ran!
now I'll play a public servant
to serve and protect by the law and the state
I'd bust the punks that rape, steal, and murder
and leave you be, if you crossed me, I'd shake your hand like a man,
not a god.

Plague seamless leaps down from the turnbuckle and walks to the a corner of the ring awaiting the bell as his music fades away into the last chorus.

To see, to bleed, cannot be taught
in turn, you're making us fucking hostile
we stand alone.

Plague stands next to his partner, eyeing him up very cautiously.

Dunn - If looks could kill -- Plague would be committing homicide.

Missy brings the microphone back up to her lips.

Missy Janson - And their opponents -- Coming to the ring first, from Jersey City, New Jersey... He is the OWF Tears Tag Team Champion... Here is 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 with the OWF Tears Title over his left shoulder, and 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.

Falcoon - Well, there's our fearless "leader".

Dunn - God I hate him.

JC's music fades out and Missy lifts the microphone back up to her mouth.

Missy Janson - And the second member making up the team of the Rogues, from Pittsburgh, Pennslyvania... He is the OWF Blood Tag Team Champion... "The Son of a Bitch" Trent Steel!

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

With a wide smile upon his face, Trent Steel walks through the curtains glances at the ring while his music blares loudly -- with his OWF Blood Tag Title over his right shoulder. The fans give him a very mixed reaction as they see him. He takes slow steps as he walks down the ramp and approaches the ring. Trent keeps the anticipation at an all time high as he plays mindgames with his opponent by taking so long to get the ring. Steel slides under the bottom rope, positioning himself in the ring before pushing himself up onto his feet next to JC.

Falcoon - In their first defense as a team, they made sure they'd be on the same page.

Kissens - A lot of people expected them to be at odds.

Dunn - I know I sure did.

Trent's music fades out, as the referee approaches and grabs the Championships from both men. He holds them high in the middle of the ring, then hands them off to Missy on her way out of the ring.

Falcoon - And with one goal in mind, they are a dangerous duo.

Once Missy is seated, the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Plague steps to the outside of the ring, along with Steel as Spaz and JC measure one another up. They circle each other with Spaz walking with a noticable limp that JC is aware of. He closes the distance between them as he approaches Spaz, locking up with him and pushing him back into one of the neutral corners. Instead of giving a clean break, JC swings his right elbow against the right side of Spaz's head -- followed by a sharp knee strike to the abdomen. Spaz hunkers down a bit to catch his breath, but is yanked right back to his feet by his right arm and irish whipped across the ring with that same arm.

Falcoon - JC is the only one in this match who is at full-health.

Dunn - Which makes sense why he started out the match.

Kissens - Steel didn't take too much of a beating in Mardi Brawls, but any amount of rest helps.

Dunn - Plus all this does is make Plague and Spaz have to rely on each othe more than they already have to.

Spaz turns and crashes back-first into the corner, with JC rushing towards him at full-speed. Spaz rolls out of the corner and avoids the corner Clothesline attempt from JC, and picks himself up to his feet. Once JC turns himself around, he is dropkick right in his sternum -- flopping him back into the corner Spaz was just hung up in. He quickly drags himself off the mat and approaches JC, climbing up to the second rope and bringing closed-fists down across his brow. After about three straight-up stiff punches, JC shoves Spaz off of him and across the ring. He rolls to his feet, ready to strike as JC steps out of the corner. Spaz lunges at his knees, but JC steps out of the way and drops an elbow across the exposed lower back of Spaz. He remains laying on his stomach, his injuries from double-duty catching up to him while JC just seems to be starting to break a sweat as he rises up to his feet.

Kissens - It would be in Spaz's best interest to get out of that ring.

Dunn - As long as JC is in good health, I think he's going to dictate the pace of this match

Falcoon - Which doesn't give a bright look for Plague and Spaz's future as a tag team.

Dunn - What future? Win or loss these guys are going to be at war.

From his corner, Trent calls to JC for him to make the tag. He smiles and slowly walks back to Steel, tagging him into the match. Steel hops through the ropes and walks towards Spaz, who has managed to get himself up to his hands and knees.

Kissens - Let's see if Spaz can manage a bit better against Steel.

Trent aides his ascent to his feet by grabbing Spaz by his hair with both hands, and tugging him upwards. Steel takes too long to lift Spaz and allows him to pull free of Trent's grasp -- although he leaves chunks of hair between the fingers of Steel. Trent glances down at his hands, taking his focus of Spaz just long enough for him to build up a head of steam as he runs at Trent. Spaz leaps into the air and nails a flying cross body block, which damages both men more-so than it would a healthy competitor due to injuries sustained earlier.

Falcoon - Very smart move by Spaz.

Dunn - He's been impressive since his return.

Falcoon - He knows what is at stake tonight, and it's a lot more than just the acknowledgement of an announcer.

Spaz is able to stand up to his feet and looks to his corner, seeing Plague watching with very little interest. Spaz crosses the ring, almost dragging his right leg behind him as he looks to make the tag. Plague looks at Trent, who is just getting up off of his knees, and tags himself in by slapping Spaz across the face.

Dunn - Spaz wasn't expecting that.

Falcoon - And all it's going to do is make Spaz resent him more.

Kissens - And drive the wedge deeper between the two teammates.

He enters the ring and reaches Trent as he gets to his feet. Plague blocks a shin kick from Steel, and nails a toe kick to the abdomen to back Trent off for a moment. It works and gives Plague enough time to wind up his right leg and thrust it upward at the face of Steel. Trent is able to duck out of the way of Plague's superkick attempt and grabs him around his waist from behind. He holds Plague in the reverse waist lock, trying to toss him over his head -- but Trent ends up on the receiving end of a back-elbow from Plague, which breaks his grasp. Plague boots Trent in the stomach again, this time following up with a front face lock -- directly into a DDT as he lays himself out upon his back and drives Steel's head down to the canvas.

Falcoon - Plague with the DDT on Steel.

Dunn - Trent would be well served to tag out of the match at any time now.

Kissens - He's been isolated, the first bit of teamwork from Spaz and Plague.

Falcoon - I doubt they planned it like that.

Dunn - I'm sure Spaz is going after Steel for the German Suplex on the production truck, and Plague is going for Steel because of the Small Package.

Kissens - Hey, that's not Trent's fault. Plague shouldn't blame his misgivings on Steel, y'all.

Falcoon - I think James meant Small Package -- the pinning maneuver.

Kissens - Oh.

Plague rolls Steel over onto his back and hooks his leg while making the cover. The referee slides into place and makes the count. 1... 2... JC breaks it up by laying a hard stomp across the back of Plague's head -- seemingly knocking his adrenaline rush right out of him. He now struggles to get up to his feet while the referee forces JC back to his corner, and Steel rolls over onto his right side -- and away from Plague. Eventually JC exits the ring and the referee turns his attention back to the two legal men. Plague is about a step ahead of Steel in the race to get back to their feet first, but shows a bit more pain upon his face than Trent does. He gets to his feet first and chooses to wait for Steel to join him -- which he does just moments later.

Falcoon - Both men are up!

Plague attemps a right hook, but Steel ducks out of the way and uses this time to dive back towards his corner. He extends his hand and tags in JC, who steps over the top rope and approaches Plague.

Dunn - Tag made!

Kissens - Plague better watch himself.

Plague doesn't back down from the bigger man, throwing a right elbow across the left side of his jaw. The shot stuns JC, and allows Plague to fire a headbutt right into his sternum -- making JC lose his breath for a second. Plague feels he has a firm enough advantage and leaps into the air, kicking JC right across the side of his head with an Enziguri. He drops down to his knees, where Plague lays a stomp to his stomach to force him down to his back. Once there, Plague blatantly chokes JC -- which prompts the referee to start a manditory five count.

Kissens - That isn't necessary.

Falcoon - It may just be in order to establish enough of an advantage over JC.

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

Dunn - Not at the cost of disqualification, though.

Plague lets go of JC's throat, as he continues to gasp for air. The referee warns Plague, who drags himself up off of the mat and lifts JC to his feet along with him.

Falcoon - Plague broke the hold just in a nick of time.

He pushes JC back into the corner and tucks his shoulder into his gut -- using a lot of his remaining strength to lift JC to a seated position on the top rope.

Kissens - Now he's going to test how much JC has been broken down.

Falcoon - This could be a costly error in judgment for Plague.

Plague climbs up as well, making his way to the top rope and standing in front of JC. He leaps into the air and wraps his legs around JC's head before swinging backwards towards the ring with the intent of flipping JC over onto his back. JC blocks the Hurricanrana attempt by clutching both of Plague's thighs and swinging him all the way up into a powerbomb position as JC stands on the second rope.

Dunn - You were right Gordie.

Falcoon - I wish I wasn't.

Kissens - But you were, and now our new President is about to kill Plague, y'all!

Plague fights with everything he has, striking at JC with closed fists to the face. Eventually JC grows frustrated and just tosses Plague off of his shoulders down towards the mat with a Powerbomb.

Dunn - Oh fuck!

Plague is able to counter and flip backwards onto his feet, while JC is forced to sit back down on the top rope to maintain balance.

Kissens - Plague counters!

Plague runs at the corner with full speed and leaps into the air -- dropkicking JC right across his chest. This keeps JC from fully catching his breath, and Plague uses it to pick himself up and start to climb the turnbuckle again. He reaches the top and begins lifting JC up there as well. As he stands him up, he hooks JC in a front face lock and tosses his right arm over his head. With one movement, Plague swings JC over his head and slams him down to the mat with a Superplex so big, the entire ringside area shakes.

Falcoon - That could be the one move that changes the whole outlook of this match.

Dunn - JC may not get up from that one.

Kissens - Plague took a huge impact as well, y'all.

Falcoon - Which only adds to his physical limitations.

The fans are going nuts, with JC and Plague laying head-to-head in the middle of the ring. Both of their partners are leaning in towards the ring, anticipating the tag to take advantage of the other teams situation. Neither competitor moves for about a minute after the impact from the superplex, with the referee constantly checking on the physical states of both men. JC, being the fresher of the two, begins rolling off of his back and towards his corner while Plague begins to gain a sense of his surroundings while still laying on the canvas. JC picks himself up to his knees and looks at Plague before turning his full attention towards his corner -- and subsequently his partner, Trent Steel. Plague is finally able to roll onto his left side as he heads back towards Spaz in his corner, who seems eager to get into the match.

Dunn - Plague has to give in and get out!

Falcoon - If he doesn't, he risks getting isolated by the Rogues.

Kissens - Which is never a good thing, y'all.

JC crawls along his knees, making his way towards Trent while Plague begins weighing his options still laying on the canvas. Spaz is very intent on tagging in, and JC nears his corner at a very speedy pace. Finally, Plague chooses to crawl towards his corner as well -- still a far distance away from getting himself out of the ring. Steel is tagged in and rushes into the ring while Plague continues to inch closer to Spaz.

Falcoon - Just do it, Plague.

Dunn - He's trying.

Trent grabs Plague by his left foot, and keeps him for going any closer to his corner. Spaz and Plague are about a foot away from making the tag, with Steel using Plagues leg to pick him off of the mat.

Kissens - Too little, too late.

Plague stands on his right foot, still trying to reach out for Spaz while Steel keeps a tight hold on his left leg -- pulling it from behind him. Plague is able to spin around and catch Steel with an enziguri to the side of his face, which breaks his grasp on Plague's left leg. Once free he leaps towards his corner and tags in Spaz, who springboards up to the top rope.

Falcoon - Spaz is in!

He leaps off and nails Trent in the chest with both of his boots -- executing a perfect missle dropkick that sends both men to the mat. Though both in a lot of pain, neither man stays down for very long as they struggle upwards towards their feet to resume the battle. Spaz gets up first, with Steel following in suit, as the two men lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up -- which Steel easily controls. He wrenches Spaz's arm around behind his back with a hammerlock, keeping it held there for a moment as Spaz attempts to free himself. His first attempt, which is a back elbow with his free arm, does the trick -- catching Trent right across the side of his face. Spaz pulls his right arm free and rushes against the ropes, bouncing off of them back-first. He sprints back towards Trent, who has bent over in preparation for a back body drop. Spaz is able to stop himself and swing a kick up towards Trent -- catching him across the chest and standing him up straight. Immediately, Spaz grabs Trent's arm and wraps it around his neck -- lifting him up and dropping Steel across his knee.

Falcoon - The End on Steel!

Dunn - Spaz may just pull this one out!

Instead of going for the cover, Spaz stands himself up and looks at his corner -- where Plague is down on one knee, gasping for air. He heads towards it and looks out into the crowd.

Kissens - What is he doing?

Dunn - Making a big mistake.

Spaz begins climbing the turnbuckle, glancing down at Steel.

Falcoon - Spaz is looking for revenge for Mardi Brawls!

He picks himself up to the top rope in his corner, but his foot his held by Plague.

Kissens - What the hell!

Dunn - Plague isn't going to let Spaz have it.

Trent is allowed time to return to his feet, while Spaz struggles with Plague -- who eventually shoves him off of the top turnbuckle. Steel catches Spaz over his shoulders and spins around -- nailing a Death Valley Driver right into the corner, knocking Spaz out.

Falcoon - Plague just pushed Spaz right into that Pittsburgh Nightmare!

Dunn - Ugh. I thought we were done with double-crossing.

Steel drags Spaz away from the ropes and makes the cover -- with the referee sliding in to make the count. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - The winners of this match and STILL OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions... JC AAAND TRENT STEEEEEL -- THE ROOOOGUES!

Falcoon - First defense went according to plan.

Dunn - And like I said, Spaz and Plague just couldn't get along.

Kissens - At least not well enough to pull out the victory.

The referee receives the Tag Belts from the outside, and presents them to JC and Steel. He holds their arms high in the air victoriously, with the fans giving a very mixed reaction for both men -- cheers for Steel, and boos for JC.

Falcoon - It's hard to tell how the fans feel about that result.

The two men head up the ramp and disappear behind the curtain before the feed switches to a shot of the announcers booth.

Dunn - You could tell Plague couldn't give less of a shit that they lost.

Kissens - Both men had to watch their backs, and with Steel and JC as a cohesive unit -- they may be nearly unstoppable, y'all.

Falcoon - That is yet to be seen. This is only their first defense.

Dunn - You got to start somewhere.

Falcoon - And with their egos... it will definitely end sometime soon.

The cameras cut to the back where we see Garrett Greene sitting at the desk of CJ -- assuming most of his duties. A loud knock is heard at the door and at first Garrett ignores it, keeping his attention down on the paper work in front of him. Again a knock comes from outside, and this time Garrett acknowledges it.

Garrett Greene - Yes? I'm very busy.

Voice - Special delivery.

Garrett Greene - Whatever. Come in--

As soon as he gets the words out, his door is broken open by JC -- who has just returned from his match and still holds his OWF Tears Tag Title. He rushes across the room and lays Greene out with a vicious big boot, connecting right with his face.

Falcoon - Christ almighty!

Garrett lays unconscious on the floor, as JC walks around the desk and sits down in the leather chair behind it -- placing his Tag Title on the face of the desk. He presses a button on the phone that sits in front of him, and waits to hear someone pick up.

Security - Security station.

JC - Hey, this is President JC and someone viciously attacked Garrett Greene in my office. He's going to need an ambulance, pronto.

And with that, he presses the same button and ends the call. JC leans back in the chair and smiles, with the feed cutting back to the announcers table.

Dunn - JC has systematically taken everyone out of power who is put in power.

Falcoon - We're so screwed.

Kissens - I just hope this doesn't lead to the return to DK.

Falcoon - Don't even say that, Jackie.

Kissens - What? It could happen!

Dunn - Yeah, we know it could -- thats why you shouldn't jinx us.

From next to the announcers booth, Missy Janson picks herself up from her steel chair with a microphone in her right hand. The camera follows her on her way to the ring, as she skips up the steel ring steps.

Falcoon - Either way, I don't see good things coming from that.

Kissens - But, at least we have the last two matches on the card to look forward to.

Falcoon - That is true.

Dunn - Don't sell this match short -- it's going to be a doozy.

Kissens - Without question, y'all. Both men hate each other with a passion.

She hops onto the ring apron and enters the ring through the middle and top ropes. She paces towards the middle of the squared circle and positions herself to face the live camera.

Falcoon - Well now we get to see them take out all that hate and anger in the OWF ring. Let's send it to Missy!

Missy lifts her right hand up towards her mouth and speaks into the microphone to begin her introductions.

Missy Janson - It is time for the next matchup of the evening, and it is for the OWF Caribbean Championship!

The fans roar, eagerly anticipating this showdown.

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

Missy pauses for a second.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the Challenger... From Los Angeles, California... Ray Lopes!

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

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

Falcoon - All of the drama has come to a head.

Kissens - And now it's time for actions to take the place of words.

Dunn - Hopefully.

Ray positions himself in his corner, with his music fading out. Missy remains in the middle of the ring, and continues her announcements.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Haiti... He is the Current OWF Caribbean Champion... Porta Prince!

A robotic voice hits the PA System as the lights dim in the arena.

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.

PA System - 'Member we told you...

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, Porta let's out a primal scream at the top of the stage 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 mounts the opposite turnbuckle, unstrapping the Caribbean Championship and raising it high in the air with both hands. The fans go crazy for Porta as he drops off the turnbuckle and hands his belt to the referee.

Falcoon - Prince looks as ready as ever.

Dunn - He better be. Lopes is ready to bring it.

The referee holds the Caribbean Championship above his head, before handing it over to Missy before she exits the ring.

Kissens - These two want nothing more than to rip the other to shreds.

Falcoon - And we are going to bare witness to it tonight.

The referee calls for the bell once Missy is seated at ringside.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Right out of the gate, Ray Lopes starts out on the offensive. He closes the gap between he and Porta, and begins laying kicks upon any open are of Porta's body. Prince is just a second too slow to counter any of Lopes' strikes, and is forced into a backpeddle. Lopes presses Porta back first against one of the turnbuckles -- stepping back before the referee can step in to break it up. It then becomes apparent Ray only stepped back to further his assault, as he dives shoulder-first right into Prince's abdomen. The referee finally pushes Ray out of the corner, but he quickly steps back in and pulls Porta out with him. He steps into the middle of the ring, releasing Porta as he leaps into the air. Ray brings both of his feet into the stomach of Porta, who stumbles backwards. He hits the ropes back-first and is sent springing back at Lopes with enough space to extend his arm out from his side.

Falcoon - These two want to destroy each other.

Porta Prince connects with a vicious clothesline that takes Lopes nearly out of the ring as he crashes down to the mat.

Dunn - Porta may have just done so to Lopes.

Kissens - These two could care less if it was for the title or not.

Falcoon - It became about a lot more than that in the past few weeks.

Dunn - Yeah, with a shim... someone getting arrested... Who knows what will happen next.

Porta gets back up to his feet, dragging Ray up almost immediately and slamming him back down with a scoop slam. He tries for an elbow drop, but Lopes rolls out of the way as Prince misses his target and crashes down to the mat. Ray gets up to his feet as fast as he can, watching Porta roll up to one knee and then lunge at him at full speed. Lopes is able to avoid being grabbed by stepping to his right and laying a sharp kick to the stomach of Porta. Although the kick finds its mark, Prince is able to grab a hold of it and pull Ray in -- hooking him in and Arm and Leg Capture Suplex. He tosses Ray over his head and sends him crashing down to the mat right on top of his head. Prince takes a deep breath, holding his right arm over his midsection as he picks himself off the mat and approaches the fallen Challenger.

Dunn - Porta has really developed into one of the most talented superstars on our roster.

Falcoon - This is probably his biggest challenge as Champion, and you know he wants to prove he belongs in the spot he earned for himself.

He stands over Ray, reaching down with his left arm and grabbing a hold of Lopes by his left arm. Porta picks Ray up to his feet, then lays a sharp knife edge chop across his chest -- with the slap of flesh-on-flesh echoing throughout the arena. Ray brings both of his arms over his midsection and stumbles away from Porta, trying to avoid further blows to the chest but Prince remains in hot pursuit. From behind, Porta kicks Lopes in the back of his left knee and sends him down to his back. Once there, Porta lays out and executes the elbow drop he was attempting earlier -- driving the point of his elbow right across the throat of Ray Lopes. The Champion stands up to his feet, rolling away from Ray to allow the Challenger time to recover a bit.

Kissens - Porta finally hits that elbow drop.

Falcoon - And now you know why Lopes rolled out of the way the first time.

Ray coughs a bit as he rolls onto his left side, away from Porta, and plants his right hand on the mat as he starts pushing himself upwards. Prince steps forward very cautiously, waiting Ray to pull himself up to his hands and knees before stepping within striking distance. As he does, Porta punts Lopes right across the side of his head -- knocking him clear onto his back. Prince falls down to his knees and covers Ray, with the referee stepping in to make the count. 1... 2... Ray gets his right shoulder up, with Porta locking that right arm into a wristlock as he thrusts it upward.

Dunn - Porta isn't going to let Lopes get much of a break unless he wants it to happen.

Prince keeps the hold on Ray, who starts pushing himself upwards while fighting off the pain. Porta is unable to keep Ray down on the mat, as he pushes himself up and spins out of the hold Prince has on his right arm. Seeing no other option, Ray drives his head right into the stomach of Porta -- falling face down to the mat holding the top of his head while Porta collapses with the wind knocked out of him.

Dunn - Now that's using your noggin'.

Falcoon - That was lame.

Porta is slow to get up, holding his stomach while Ray shakes his head and tries to rid the cobwebs. Porta is the first to get to his feet, reaching down and grabbing a hold of Ray around his head and tugging him up to his feet. Porta scoops Ray over his right shoulder, and holds him there as he walks towards the center of the ring. He swings Ray forward and drives him down to his back with the Front Powerslam.

Dunn - This is what Lopes has to be weary of. Porta can dismantle him with just a few power moves.

Falcoon - Even Jesse Williams found himself over powered at times when he faced Porta.

Kissens - One this is for sure, Porta will bring the pain everytime he's in the ring y'all.

Dunn - And he usually does.

Porta remains laying across the chest of Lopes, looking for the pin. The referee drops in and makes the count. 1... Ray kicks out before the referee can reach two, which forces Porta to lock him in a side headlock upon the mat. Prince remains kneeling, keeping control over Ray and forcing him to stay down on the canvas -- all the while tightening his grip around his neck.

Falcoon - Oh look.

From the back we see Gina Fuentes walk out, and trot down the ramp. Porta turns his attention towards the stage, releasing Ray from the headlock. Porta concentrates on the ramp, while Lopes gets back to his feet and lunges at Porta. Lopes connects with a spear around his midsection, but Porta doesn't even budge -- he just holds his stomach in pain while Lopes picks himself up off of the mat. He jumps into the air and dropkicks Porta in the stomach, sending him through the ropes and crashing to the floor.

Kissens - He's about to get some advice from the shim!

Dunn - That's never a good thing.

Porta pulls himself up as Gina approaches him, and the referee begins the manditory ten count.

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

Porta pushes Gina away and quickly slides back into the ring, ending up on the receiving end of a stomp from Ray as he enters. Lopes uses his speed to keep laying kicks upon the much bigger Porta Prince -- trying to keep him down on the mat. It only lasts for a few moments before Porta is able to start deflecting the strikes, and forcing himself back to his feet.

Dunn - Good thing Porta can keep himself semi-focused on the match.

Kissens - He's going to have to be completely focused.

Falcoon - Otherwise Lopes is going to tear him apart.

Dunn - He needs to stay inside the ring at all cost.

Ray lays a hard right hand to Porta's face, but Prince is able to shake it off with little effect. Lopes winds up for another, but Porta is able to block it with his left forearm. He then brings his right elbow towards the face of Ray Lopes, who ducks at the last possible moment and brings himself around behind Porta. Ray lifts his hands and presses both of his palms against the shoulder blades of the Champion and shoves him as hard as he can. Prince falls into a stumble and crashes chest-first into the corner turnbuckle -- where he remains hung up with his arms hanging outside the ring.

Falcoon - Porta is really taking a beating on his chest and stomach.

Dunn - Ray is trying to soften him up for that Boxcutter.

Ray steps in and spins Prince around -- squaring off with him and bringing an upswinging right hand to his stomach. Lopes follows it up within a second that catches him in the chest, and brings his left hand swinging around for a chop to the throat. To cap it all off, Lopes swings a devastating right hook at Porta that sends him into a daze in the corner.

Dunn - I have to say, Lopes is bringing the fight to Porta.

Kissens - He had a birds-eye view of how he works in the ring at Funeral of Hearts.

Falcoon - Plus Lopes is no slouch.

Lopes showboats for a moment before attempting to slam his shoulder into Porta's stomach again. This time, Prince is able to grab Ray under his arms -- and swings his right knee up to catch him flush in the chest. Lopes is nearly knocked off his feet with the strike after he is released, stumbling towards the center of the ring. Prince, still not competely recovered, bursts out of the corner and swings his right arm at the head of Lopes. Ray narrowily avoids the clothesline attempt, and swings around behind Porta -- hooking him in an abdominal stretch. Ray is able to maintain the hold for a few moments, but Prince's size becomes a direct obstacle. Porta is able to execute a judo throw on Lopes, slamming him down to the mat as he frees himself from the stretch.

Dunn - Lopes needs to figure Porta out.

Kissens - And Porta needs to gain control for longer than a few seconds if he wants to win, y'all.

An enraged Porta Prince drags Ray off of the canvas and lays a sharp hook right into his abdomen. From there he grabs a hold of Ray's right wrist and tosses him towards the nearest set of ropes. Lopes sprints out of the irish whip and bounces off of the ropes, back-first, and charges back at Porta who has positioned himself in the middle of the ring. Prince bends over, looking for a back body drop -- but Lopes rolls over his back, and lands on his feet behind Porta. He wraps his arm around the neck of the Champion, and attempts a neckbreaker -- but Porta swings through and counters it so he is now in a front face lock. Lopes holds on tightly, trying to keep Porta exactly where he is.

Dunn - For having a size disadvantage as he does, Lopes is hanging in there.

Falcoon - He's incredibly strong.

Kissens - And Porta is finding that out first hand.

Dunn - You have to wonder how much longer he can keep it up though.

Prince does his best to wiggle around, but can't seem to break the hold Ray has applied. He grows frustrated, and chooses to drive Lopes backwards into the turnbuckle. Porta digs his feet along the canvas and crushes Ray into the corner -- but he keeps the front face lock firmly applied. Porta continues to fight, but Ray remains steadfast in his resolve. Prince backs out into the middle of the ring, with Lopes following him out -- when he charges Ray towards the corner again, and smashes him against it a second time. The grip Ray has around Porta's neck loosens, but not enough for Porta to break free -- so again he backs out towards the center of the ring.

Kissens - He's trying to split Lopes in half.

Falcoon - And it's quite possible he may just do so.

He rushes Ray back towards the corner, and smashes him a third and final time. Lopes winces in a lot of pain, now only loosely keeping his arm around the neck of Porta who is still bent over -- a bit winded himself. Eventually he tries to dislodge his head from Ray's armpit, but instead Lopes picks himself up and sits on the top rope. He places both of his feet on the middle rope and pushes himself off, swinging around and executing a Tornado DDT that plants Porta right in the middle of the ring. He flops over onto his back, holding his face in pain while Lopes picks himself up and heads back to the same corner both men were just in.

Dunn - Lopes wants to win that title right now.

Falcoon - He may just be able to do it, too.

Ray Lopes scales the turnbuckle and brings himself to a crouched position, staring down at Porta. Ray stands himself up on the top rope and leaps off -- nailing a flawless Frog Splash across the abdomen of Porta.

Dunn - What a beauty!

Falcoon - His father would be proud.

The impact bounces Lopes off of Porta, and he is unable to follow up with a pin attempt. Both men lay on the canvas clutching their chests in varying amounts of pain. They have both been going full steam, so they are both nearing the end of their physical limits. Ray is the first to begin to head up towards his feet -- shrugging off a pin attempt as too much time has passed. Once on his knees he crawls towards the nearest set of ropes and begins dragging himself up to his feet. Meanwhile, Porta begins rolling onto his left side and still violently gasps for air after having the wind knocked out of him just over a minute ago.

Kissens - Neither man wants to stop the punishment.

Falcoon - And neither is going to stop until the other man no longer moves.

Ray stands up to his feet and waits for Porta to join him. He approaches him as he stands and Ray able to easily back Porta into the nearest corner. He begins to lay a fury of right elbows, over and over, to the left side of Porta's face -- keeping him limp in the corner. Ray runs across the ring, backing into the opposite corner before charging back towards Prince. He leaps into the air and drives his knee right into Porta's abdomen -- nearly sending him down to a seated position on the mat.

Dunn - Porta can't take much more of this.

Ray rushes across the ring once more -- and sprints at Porta a second time. He leaps into the air, but this time Porta grabs Ray by his knee. He tosses him up into the air and slams Lopes down to his back with a one-armed Powerbomb -- collapsing down to the mat right next to Ray, with all of his energy spent.

Kissens - Lopes got greedy!

Falcoon - And he paid for it!

Both men struggle on the mat, trying to drag themselves back up to their feet but finding it a larger task than originally envisioned. They both rise at the same labored pace, concentrating solely on regaining their own composure -- and paying little attention to one another. Prince drags himself up to his right knee, extending his left upwards towards his chest while Ray pushes his upper body off the mat as well. He kneels just feet away from Porta, with both men resting for a moment. Porta pushes his left palm against the canvas and presses himself up off of his knee, standing on his wobbily feet. Lopes does the same, instead just rising up to his feet without the use of his hands. The two superstars stumble around and look eyes with one another yet again. Giving it everything they have, the two competitors go at with a series of short right hands that are traded between them.

Kissens - I wouldn't want to get between the two of them right now.

Dunn - Good thing you don't have to.

Falcoon - There's nothing standing in the way of these two from beating the tar out of one another.

Porta Prince is crushed with a swinging right hand from Lopes, followed by a even hardly left jab that Ray brings out of nowhere. Although Porta is dazed he fires back, catching Lopes across the bridge of his nose with a wild haymaker. Prince spins Ray around and tucks his head under Ray's left arm pit -- hoisting him up in the air for a Backdrop Suplex. Ray is able to counter the attempt and back flip over the head of Porta Prince and land on his feet directly behind the Champion. He wraps his arms around the right thigh of Porta and rolls him to the canvas with a school boy pin -- with the referee sliding in to make the count.

Kissens - Lopes with the quick pin!

Instead of remaining on his shoulders, Porta somersaults backwards and gets himself back up to his feet.

Falcoon - No, he rolls out of it before a one count!

He charges at the kneeling Lopes and kicks him right across his face -- nearly knocking him out cold. The fans start to get rowdy as Porta points out into the stands, then takes off towards the ropes. He bounces off back-first and heads towards Ray -- who bounds up from his knees and drives both of his feet into the face of the Champion. The dropkick lays Porta out on the mat again, as Lopes crashes down next to him. He only remains there for a moment before rolling back to his feet and approaching the nearest corner.

Dunn - He's going back up top guys.

Ray steps up to the second rope and climbs towards the top rope yet again. He makes it there and turns himself around to face the fallen Porta.

Falcoon - Another Frog Splash?

Dunn - It would surely do the trick.

Porta gets up to his feet and rushes the corner, splitting Ray's legs and crotching him on the top rope.

Kissens - Porta just saved himself.

Without a second of hesitation, he climbs the corner and makes a throat cutting motion with his thumb. Porta hoists Ray onto his shoulders, with his head facing the ring.

Dunn - He's going to try for the Super DVD!

Lopes, being the smaller of the two, is able to flip out and land on his feet on the mat -- with his back in the corner. Using all of his strength he drags Porta from the top rope and holds him on his shoulders for a moment. He then tosses Prince over his head and down onto his extended right knee -- nailing a textboot Gutbuster.

Falcoon - Boxcutter on Porta!

Kissens - His Caribbean Title is slipping away!

Lopes and Porta both lay on the mat, exhausted from the actions of the match. The fans cheer Porta on, while a few remain loyal to Lopes.

Dunn - I don't think Lopes can follow up.

Falcoon - It took a lot out of him.

Porta gets motivated by the fans, and starts rushing himself up to his feet. Ray tries to keep up with Porta's burst of adrenaline, with the will of both men being tested. The referee stares on in disbelief as they work their way up to their knees at the same time, watching one another from a distance where they cannot strike the other. Their limbs shake violently as they push upward, with Lopes nearly collapsing down to the mat. Prince struggles as well, almost tripping himself up as he falls back down to his knees. The process takes a long time for both men, with the fans rising up to their feet to watch these two competitors fight with all of their heart and soul to win the match. Lopes gets back to his feet first, but staggers forward and falls onto the referee. He holds onto him for balance while Porta slowly gets back up to his feet. Ray pushes off of the ref and walks towards Porta, but gets caught with a kick to the gut. Porta scoops Lopes up over his shoulder -- with Ray's legs swinging around and connecting with the referee's face. He falls to the mat, stunned at best with the fans groaning at the outcome.

Falcoon - Fuck, the referee is out.

Dunn - Nothing new there.

Porta is unaware of the referee being down, and he sits out -- spiking Ray Lopes right down on his head with a piledriver from over his shoulder.

Kissens - Third World Takedown on Lopes!

Dunn - He would have the win, if the referee wasn't out!

Porta rolls over the top of Ray's chest, looking for a pinfall. The Champion now sees the referee, laying on all fours holding his head and unable to make the count.

Falcoon - That's terrible.

Dunn - He should watch where he kicks Lopes' feet.

Kissens - You should really think before you speak.

Porta stands up off of Lopes and walks to the referee, lifting him off of the mat. He shakes a bit of consciousness into him, but he still is unaware of his surroundings. Just at that moment, Gina Fuentes hops up onto the apron and looks at the two competitors in the ring.

Falcoon - I knew that would happen.

She starts yelling and hinting like she is about to enter, when the camera picks up Vernon Somoza as he comes running down from the ramp.

Kissens - Somoza is here to even the odds!

Vernon yanks Gina down to the outside, and then slides into the ring himself. In the ring, Porta has picked up Ray Lopes and holds both of his arms behind his back -- giving Somoza an open shot. Vernon bounces off the opposite set of ropes and comes charging at both men -- throwing his right foot up at the face of Lopes.

Falcoon - Look out!

At the last possibly second, Ray frees himself from Porta's hold and Somoza's boot connects with the unsuspecting face of Porta Prince -- who falls limp in the center of the ring.

Dunn - Holy crap!

Kissens - He just took out his partner!

Somoza looks down, holding his head in shock.

Falcoon - By accident it seems!

Ray comes up from behind Somoza and shoves him out of the ring right next to Gina, as the referee begins to come to. Lopes falls on top of Porta Prince, who hasn't moved since being hit with the boot.

Dunn - No! Not like that!

The referee slowly crawls over, and gets into position to make the count. Somoza tries to jump back into the ring, but Gina grabs a hold of his foot and prevents him from doing so.

Kissens - Somoza is trying to break it up.

1... 2... 3!

Falcoon - That's terrible.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match... and NEEEEW OWF Caribbean Champion... RAAAAY LOOOOPES!

The fans boo the decision loudly as Ray has the Caribbean Championship handed to him.

Kissens - Porta had a good run.

Falcoon - And hopefully he uses his rematch.

Kissens - Yeah, but that's for another time.

Falcoon - Yep, you're right.

Dunn - First thing is first -- Lopes gets to cane Porta.

Ray exits the ring and walks towards Missy Janson -- grabbing the microphone from her hand.

Ray Lopes - Porta, since I am the Champion... I believe that your caning should be on my terms. And right now, I don't feel like it. Maybe when you TRULY deserve it. But until that time...

Ray hands the microphone back to Missy and holds the OWF Caribbean Championship above his head as he heads towards the ramp.

Falcoon - Man, he's cocky.

Dunn - He barely pulled out that win.

Kissens - I don't think we have seen the last of this.

Porta begins to come to in the ring, and is helped to his feet by Somoza. Once he regains his senses he shoves Vernon away and yells at him.

Dunn - Porta is obviously upset with Vernon's actions.

Falcoon - It was a harmless accident.

Kissens - Well, hardly harmless.

Porta exits the ring and leaves without Somoza, who takes a few seconds to remain in the ring. After Prince is a good distance away, Vernon follows him up the ramp and towards the back. The cameras cut to ringside, with a shot of the announcers table coming into full view.

Falcoon - Can't deny that both men tried their hardest and put on a show for all of us.

Dunn - Let's just hope that Somoza and Porta aren't torn apart by this.

Kisssens - I won't be dwelling on it long.

Dunn - Why's that?

Kissens - It's almost Main Event time!

Falcoon - And what a final match we have scheduled for you tonight.

Dunn - We're pitting two of the best against each other -- and one man has to lose.

Kissens - My money is on--

Suddenly, Jackie's audio drops off from her headset. She is saying words, but the telecast is not picking them up.

Dunn - Good call, Jackie. I'd have to say--

The same happens to James' feed, as now all we can hear is the mumbling of Falcoon...

Falcoon - Mhm. Yes. Mhm. Well, I think--

... Until at long last he is cut off as well. The cameras cut to the OWF-Tron, where a short beam of static is shown on the screen. A few moments pass as the lights in the arena dim down. The sold out crowd remains completely silent as the screen cuts to complete black -- leaving the arena in total darkness for nearly thirty seconds...

Falcoon - What the...

The feed cuts back to inside of the Stephen C. O'Connell Center, with all of the fans in attendance taken back from what they have just seen.

Dunn - That must have been what Phoenix was talking about before -- with Jesse beating him.

Kissens - Wait, so Jesse is the OWF AND NLW World Champion?

Falcoon - Seems like it.

Kissens - Well... shit, y'all.

Dunn - Well said.

Kissens - It also means The Phoenix is the OWF Public Display of Aggression and NLW Anarchy X Champion.

Falcoon - But, there's only one belt that matters tonight.

Dunn - You couldn't be more correct, Gordie.

The cameras cut back to the announcers booth once again.

Kissens - A belt he shouldn't have retained against Greggy.

Falcoon - Oh well you get over that.

Dunn - Yeah.

Kissens - Fine. It's the belt we'll see defended after we return from break.

Falcoon - Ooh, nice segue.

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Dude JoB	Thunder	Joseph Mason	EJ Slayer
Vernon Somoza	Trent Steel	Drake Munday	The Phoenix
Porta Prince	Piter Svoboda	Plague	Ray Lopes
JC	Jesse Williams	The Avenger	Spaz

FIRST ROUND BEGINS ON MONDAY ADDICTION ON APRIL 13TH!

The cameras open up back on the announcers booth, with the crowd buzzing in anticipation of the Main Event.

Falcoon - Hey folks, we're back.

Kissens - You take a look at that list of names, y'all?

Dunn - I sure did.

Falcoon - Yes, I did. Quest is looking stacked this year.

Dunn - Sixteen competitors is a big deal.

Kissens - We've had a lot of talent in the past for other tournaments.

Falcoon - But the concentration of talent in this one is unparalleled.

Dunn - It leaves anyone open to win it all.

Kissens - Well before we can even get that far, we still have one more match to go tonight.

Dunn - We haven't forgotten.

The Dead Kennedys rendition of "Viva Las Vegas" hits, as the majority of the crowd comes to its feet.

Dunn - But maybe he has?

Specter charges through the curtain, taking no time to bask in the audience's adulation. With a microphone in hand, he continues his walk to the ring and addresses the arena.

Specter - Kill the fucking music. Missy, hop that sweet ass in the ring. You've got a match to announce.

Falcoon - What the hell is he doing here?

Dunn - I was expecting the Main Event.

Missy obliges, meeting Specter as he rolls into the ring. Reaching into his pants pocket, Specter removes a piece of paper and unfolds it, holding it up for all to see.

Specter - You all know what this is. You all know what this means. Any match. Any time. Listen up, fuckers. I'm cashing in King of the Mountain.

Kissens - Oh my...

Taking a step over to Missy, Specter whispers something into her ear that isn't likely a sweet nothing. She gives Specter a confused glance after hearing his message, then slowly brings up the microphone.

Dunn - What's he going to do with it?

Falcoon - I think it's clear he's going to screw over Jesse.

Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one-fall...

As Missy pauses, Specter motions for her to get on with it.

Missy Janson - And is for the Outsider Wrestling Federation Presidency!

The announcement is met with the sound of a few thousand "huhs?" from the fans, to the announcers, to the crew. As he reclines in one corner, Specter takes a glance around the arena and smirks to himself.

Kissens - What, y'all?

Dunn - Did she say the Presidency?

Missy Janson - Introducing first, the challenger -- from Las Vegas, Nevada. He is the 2009 King of the Mountain... Specter!

Specter obliges the crowd with a half-hearted wave as he walks towards Missy.

Missy Janson - And his opponent -- from Los Angeles, California...

Specter - Boo!

As Specter leans into Missy's microphone, she snatches it back.

Missy Janson - He is the President of the Outsider Wrestling Federation... Chase Johnson!

"The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits, as heads across the arena snap towards the entryway. The curtains remain motionless, as the anticipation remains unanswered.

Kissens - I don't think CJ's in any shape to compete.

Dunn - Y'think so, Jackie?

Falcoon - I don't like where this is going.

Dunn - Maybe CJ'll show. I always hoped the guy who ran our company would be above faking his death.

The music continues, with no one arriving to defend the OWF's presidency. Only a single referee slowly walks out from the back, which the crowd mostly ignores. After a minute, Specter gets on with it.

Specter - Let's get this show on the road. I didn't hear a bell.

The timekeeper obliges, ringing the bell to signal the start of the match, as the referee rolls in.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Missy remains in the ring, as she and the ref keep their eyes focused on the entryway. Specter takes the opportunity to interrupt.

Specter - Looks like my opponent's a no-show. Guess the only thing to do is start a ten count. I hate to win a match by count out, but rules are rules.

The referee takes the hint, beginning a slow ten count.

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

Falcoon - Guys... this is legit.

Holding three, the referee looks back to Specter, who motions for him to continue.

4... 5... 6... 7...

Dunn - Specter is gonna...

Kissens - There's no way!

As the count continues, Specter places his arm around Missy, pulling her in for a photo opportunity, as a number of flashes go off, capturing the image of a leering Specter side-by-side with a scowling Missy.

8... 9... 10.

Specter - This is the part where you ring the bell.

As the ref signals, the bell sounds marking the end up the match.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match... and NEW OWF President... SPECTER!

Falcoon - Pardon my french, but, holy shit.

Dunn - CJ's body isn't even cold yet and Specter's taking the reigns. This is an administration I can get behind. Yes, we can!

The audience gives a mixed response, as the newly promoted OWF President takes a slight bow.

Specter - Thank you, thank you. That makes it official. I'm your new fucking OWF President. This is my show now and thanks to me, this fed's not going to slip into anarchy. Say what you will about Chase Johnson, but that asswipe kept the roster from turning this fed into a smoking crater. Long as my paychecks have an OWF stamp on them, that ain't happening, though you can rest assured that abuse of power, unfair practices, favoritism, sexual harassment-

As Specter places a hand on Missy's ass, she responds with a slap to his face that echoes throughout the arena.

Specter - Bitch. Made me lose my place. Anyway, that's the deal. I'm in charge like Charles. As for my first act as president...

Kissens - Booking Greg Jackson?

Falcoon - Stripping Jesse Williams of the title?

Dunn - Reviving insane gimmick matches?

Specter - I'm taking the rest of the night off. Running the OWF is going to be a lot of work, and I don't think I'll be up for it if I don't get my twelve hours of sleep. You all better be on your best behavior. Whatever might happen tonight, just remember, I'll see you all at work on Monday.

"Viva Las Vegas" sounds again, as the new president hands his microphone over to Missy and exits, finally getting a warm reception from the audience, as he leaves the OWF to mull over the federation's new management.

Kissens - JC is not going to be pleased by that.

Falcoon - One has to wonder if Specter is going to have some reprocussions for his actions here tonight.

Dunn - He took out Garrett, and he took out CJ. Next will be Specter.

Falcoon - So, I guess Specter would be smart to do something.

Dunn - That's what I'm hinting at, yes.

Specter walks up the ramp and disappears behind the curtains, with his music fading out. Arena falls silent, all still suffering from a bit of shock from the announcement.

Dunn - What worries me though, is if he takes the rest of the night off -- that leaves mayhem for the Main Event.

Kissens - I'm sure that is what he wanted.

Falcoon - I have to say, I feel a bit more safe with Specter in charge.

Dunn - It can't last long. CJ is going to come back and he's going to be pissed.

Kissens - Not if Specter does a good job in his stead, y'all.

Dunn - How good could he do? I mean, really.

Missy remains in the ring, standing with the microphone in her hand as she tries to get herself in the mindframe for the intro's for the Main Event.

Falcoon - We'll have to wait and see.

Kissens - For now, he stole any thunder the Main Event was holding.

Dunn - Once that bell rings, things will change real quick regarding that.

Missy shuffles her feet so she is now standing in the middle of the ring.

Falcoon - That is without question.

Missy holds the microphone up to her lips, and begins her introductions -- barring any distractions.

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

The fans explode, with just about every single one of them jumping out of their seat to get a better view of the ring.

Missy Janson - It is scheduled for a one fall, with a sixty minute time limit -- and it is for the OWF World Heavyweight Championship!

Again, another loud cheer comes from the sold out crowd -- with Missy taking a second before speaking over them.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first -- the challenger. Hailing from The End of Nowhere, weighing in at three hundred and sixty five pounds... He is the reigning OWF Public Display of Aggression Champion, and NLW Anarchy X Champion... The Phoenix!

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

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

There is no pyro or any other special effects as he walks to the ring steps, the music fading into silence as he bows his head, eyes closing for a brief moment. His left hand holds both the OWF Public Display of Aggression and NLW Anarchy X Championships by their straps. His right arm crosses his body, touching the black armband encircling his left arm with the initials "EA" written in bold white lettering. Then, with a shout of "for the fallen!" directed at the ceiling, he finishes his ascent and climbs into the ring, ready for war.

Dunn - The Phoenix has been going through a lot of shit lately.

Falcoon - He's a warrior for even being here.

Kissens - And I expect the fact that Williams is NLW Champion, as well, to further his resolve here tonight.

The referee approaches The Phoenix and takes both of his title belts, holding them in his grasp as he waits for Missy to finish her introductions.

Falcoon - I think he has as good of a shot as anybody.

Missy lifts the microphone back up to her mouth, continuing on.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada... weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds... He is the reigning OWF World Heavyweight Champion, and NLW 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 NLW World Heavyweight Championship draped over his right shoulder, and the OWF World Heavyweight Championship strapped around his waist. 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. The referee approaches him and Jesse hands him the NLW Title first -- then unstraps the OWF Championship from around his waist. The referee hands the NLW World and Anarchy X Championships to Missy, along with the OWF PDA Title -- but holds the OWF World Championship high above his head in the middle of the ring.

Falcoon - Look at all those Championships.

Dunn - There's a lot of greatness in that ring.

The ref finally hands the OWF Title to Missy, who makes her exit and drops to the floor. She returns to her seat at the time keepers table, while the fans in attendance start to get rowdy. The referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Jesse starts off the match by walking to the center of the ring with his left arm tucked in the small of his back. He extends his right hand towards The Phoenix, who just stares at Jesse.

Falcoon - Oh right, I'm sure he wants to shake hands.

Dunn - You never know. Jesse Williams and The Phoenix have suffered a lot of personal loss.

He stares at Jesse before running out of the corner and goring Williams with a spear. Jesse falls flat to his back from the impact, while The Phoenix keeps his arms wrapped around his midsection. He drags Jesse off of the canvas and stands himself up, lugging Williams into a bearhug in the center of the ring. Williams yells in pain as The Phoenix tightens his grip every time Jesse exhales. Trying to fight his way out of The Phoenix's grip, Jesse fires closed right hands at his head -- impacting multiple points on his face. The shots force The Phoenix to lower Williams back down to his feet, but he quickly lifts and slams Jesse to his back with a side Belly to Belly Suplex.

Kissens - Those are the types of moves that are going to end up giving us a ten minute squash match -- and a new Champion.

Falcoon - I'm sure the fans want to see it.

Dunn - Doesn't matter. You know Jesse has a plan.

Jesse tries to roll out of the ring, but The Phoenix grabs a hold of him by his arm and starts to stand back to his feet. He drags Jesse up wih him, pulling him into a front face lock that he transitions into a suplex clutch. He snaps Williams over with the lightning fast suplex, bringing him right down onto his back yet again. The Phoenix bounds right up to his feet, with the fans watching and cheering in approval of his actions. He reaches down, grasping Williams by his hair and bringing him up to his feet yet again -- yanking him into a side headlock. He flips Jesse over his hip, slamming him to the mat with the side headlock takedown and maintains the lock around Jesse's head and neck.

Dunn - Beautiful takedown.

Falcoon - The Phoenix took control from the first second and he hasn't let go yet.

Kissens - That's what he needs to do, y'all.

The referee checks on Jesse while Phoenix lays over his chest, pinning his shoulders to the mat. The referee makes the count. 1... 2... Jesse gets his right shoulder up, but is still stuck in the headlock applied by The Phoenix. . . The Phoenix stands up and breaks the count as Jesse rolls over onto his stomach -- but finds himself on the receiving end of a knee drop to the lower back from The Phoenix. Williams continues to roll, exiting the ring and standing himself up on the outside -- with the fans at ringside giving him hell.

Falcoon - Now Jesse is running.

Dunn - He's just catching his breath.

The referee starts the ten count as Williams holds the small of his back.

1... 2...

The Phoenix approaches the ropes and slides out of the ring, breaking the count -- and starting a new one.

1...

Williams slides back into the ring, avoiding The Phoenix.

2... 3...

The Phoenix turns around and slides back under the bottom rope in pursuit of Williams -- who slides right back out of the ring. The referee begins his count yet again.

Dunn - There we go. Williams needs to use his speed.

Falcoon - It's one of his only advantages.

1... 2...

Once more, The Phoenix slides out of the ring to break the count -- but Williams has the jump on him. Jesse hops up to the ring apron and hops onto the middle rope, backflipping off of it and flying backwards at The Phoenix the moment he picks himself up on the outside.

Kissens - Williams is flying!

Williams lands on top of The Phoenix's right shoulder with an asai moonsault -- but the impact doesn't knock the big man down.

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

Falcoon - He was caught.

He holds Jesse over his right shoulder and rushes towards the nearest corner.

4... 5...

Jesse is able to slide down The Phoenix's back and push him face first into the ring post -- knocking him for a loop.

6... 7...

Jesse Williams grabs The Phoenix by the back of the head and slides him back into the ring, ending the referee's ten count. Jesse joins him and stands up to his feet.

Dunn - Williams is going to have to string some offense together here.

Falcoon - Didn't you say he had a plan?

Dunn - Yeah, but I hope it's not to get lucky.

The Phoenix begins pulling himself up off of the mat, with Jesse measuring him up and bringing a hard stomp down across his chest. The Phoenix pushes on and sits himself up, only to be laid right back down with a shin kick to the face from Jesse. Williams circles around The Phoenix, waiting for him to make his next move and watching him very closely. He rolls over onto his hands and knees, pushing himself up to all fours with Jesse standing right there waiting for him. As The Phoenix stands up, Williams crushes him with a right forearm -- followed immediately by a roundhouse kick that smacks The Phoenix right across the left side of his head. Jesse grabs The Phoenix by the back of his head and runs with him towards the ropes, releasing and spinning him around just about three feet away from them. The Phoenix hits them back-first and springs back towards Jesse -- who has spun himself around and drives his right elbow right into the mouth of The Phoenix, dropping him to his knees with a huge roaring elbow.

Kissens - Holy..

Falcoon - The Phoenix has just been introduced to the year 2010, ladies and gentlemen.

Jesse steps back, then swiftly brings the heel of his left boot directly into the face of The Phoenix. He falls over from his knees to his back from the sidekick, and Jesse wastes little time. He grabs the Challenger by his right foot and pulls him into the center of the ring. He drags The Phoenix up and stands behind him -- locking him in a half-nelson.

Dunn - Williams is going to test his strength now.

Falcoon - It may be too early.

Kissens - He may get too weak later on in the match to do anything of this sort.

Dunn - Jackie is right, it's now or never.

Williams tries to lift The Phoenix but it is no use, instead The Phoenix spins Jesse around using his raised arm -- and hooks him up for an Exploder Suplex. Williams throws his right elbow down across the back of The Phoenix's head, trying his best to stop him from executing the throw -- but it is no use as The Phoenix tosses Jesse over his back and drops him right onto his back. Jesse immediately rolls onto his stomach with both of his hands pressed against the small of his back. He kicks his legs on the mat in pain while The Phoenix holds his jaw, still a little shaken from the kick to the face.

Falcoon - The Phoenix has shown he can manhandle our Champion.

Kissens - Williams has to choose his spots wisely.

He sits himself up and turns his head to look at Jesse, and rolls towards him. The Phoenix scoots towards Williams' legs, never leaving the mat. He grabs the right leg of Jesse and hooks it around the back of his head -- bending his knee around The Phoenix's neck. He leans back while applying pressure on the right foot of Jesse with his left arm. He sits down on Jesse's back, applying a load of pressure to his legs and lower back.

Dunn - Williams is all tied up!

Falcoon - He calls that the Eternal Requiem.

Kissens - What does that mean?

Dunn - I think it means that you give up.

Williams screams loudly, but finds himself near a set of ropes. He reaches out and grabs a hold of the bottom rope with his left hand, forcing the referee to step in and break the hold.

Falcoon - Williams got lucky there.

Kissens - If that was in the center of the ring, we may have had a new Champion.

Williams bends his leg once The Phoenix releases his grip on it, trying to regain some feeling in it. The fans break out a loud chant of "Phoenix! Phoenix!", who absorbs the cheers and support of the crowd. He stands over Jesse, who is still laying face down on the mat -- and hooks both of his arms over his head. The Phoenix holds Jesse Williams in a tight full-nelson, slowly dragging him up to his feet on the mat. Williams flails his arms trying to break free, even drops down to his hurting right knee to try to free himself -- but it seems to be no use. The Phoenix lifts Williams back to his feet with ease, and throws him over his head with a Dragon Suplex. The Phoenix bridges his back and keeps Williams' shoulders pinned to the mat.

Falcoon - He's got Jesse pinned!

The referee slides in and makes the count. 1... 2... Williams kicks out, flopping down onto his stomach with both of his arms covering the back of his head.

Dunn - Only two!

The Phoenix is able to roll off of the mat and back to his feet, standing tall over the Champion. Again he reaches down, grabbing Jesse by his hair and lifting him off the mat. Instead of standing him up, he tucks Jesse's head between his legs and looks out into the crowd. The Phoenix stands with Jesse bent over and wraps both of his arms around his midsection. He hoists Williams upwards, holding him parallel to his body in mid-air. The Phoenix takes his right arm and locks it through the legs of Jesse -- grasping his left wrist which is still around his waist.

Kissens - He's going to cripple Williams with a Cradle Piledriver.

Dunn - He nails it, and it may just do that.

Williams kicks his legs violently and is able to swing his legs back down to the mat. Using the momentum, he hoists The Phoenix up over his shoulder -- grasping him around his thighs with his left hand and clutching his head around the neck with his right as it hangs towards the mat. Williams immediately sits out, dropping The Phoenix straight onto his neck and shaking the whole ring with an Air Raid Siren.

Falcoon - Jesse used his incredible strength to lift The Phoenix up..

Dunn - ... And then drop him down. On his head.

Kissens - Williams doesn't drop people elsewhere. He drops you on your head, or nowhere at all.

Jesse Williams remains sitting, his right hand placed on the small of his back, while The Phoenix holds the top of his head. Jesse moves rather swiftly, hardly tired but definitely with a physical toll taken upon his body. He stands up to his feet while The Phoenix rolls over onto his right side faster than Jesse anticipated. Before he knows it, The Phoenix has himself up to one-knee -- with his left knee extended up near his chest. Just as he about to return to his feet, Williams hobbles into a sprint and springs off the mat. He places the sole of his right foot on the left thigh of The Phoenix and uses it to add momentum to swing his left knee forward. Williams connects with the Shining Wizard, dropping The Phoenix flat to his back covering his face.

Dunn - Looks like Jesse is a lot more fresh than the beating he took let on.

Kissens - He is hurting, but he still has a lot of gas in the tank.

Although the knee found it's mark, The Phoenix keeps on pushing himself -- getting back to his feet with little effort, facing away from Jesse. Williams sees an advantage and sweeps the legs out from under The Phoenix, who falls near the ropes. Jesse remains on the mat for a moment before pulling himself out of the ring and grabbing both of The Phoenix's legs. The referee starts the count as Jesse leads him towards the corner.

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

Jesse pulls The Phoenix's legs apart and places them on either side of the ring post. He crosses his right leg, and hooks The Phoenix's foot under his left knee.

4... 5...

Williams holds The Phoenix in the figure four around the ring post, and jumps onto the apron -- only to dive right back outside.

Falcoon - Well that breaks the count.

1... 2...

Jesse wastes no time as he hooks his right knee over the right foot of The Phoenix, and swings down to apply the pressure on his legs. The referee slides out of the ring, breaking his ring-out count to start a manditory five-count to break the hold as Williams wrenches as hard as he can.

Dunn - Jesse is now trying to hurt The Phoenix.

Falcoon - Maybe its part of that plan, eh James.

Dunn - Will you leave me alone already?

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

Williams falls down to the floor, but keeps a hold of The Phoenix's legs. He unhooks them, but swings his damaged right leg against the steel post. The referee warns Jesse as The Phoenix drags himself out of the corner and towards the middle of the ring. Jesse reenters the ring, followed by the referee, and immediately goes after The Phoenix's right leg -- drawing the ire of the crowd. Jesse leaps into the air and stomps the bottom of his foot right across his knee.

Kissens - I actually think it is part of his plan.

Jesse stops and approaches the upper body of The Phoenix -- lifting him up into a seated position. From there he drags the big man up to his unsteady feet, as he puts most of his weight on his left leg. Williams stares at him and winds his right hand back -- but instead nails a shin kick across the side of The Phoenix's right knee. He drops down to that leg, and Williams rushes in to lock The Phoenix in a front face lock. He keeps his right arm tight around his neck, while Jesse ducks his head under the right arm of The Phoenix and holds him in a suplex clutch.

Dunn - J-Dubz Driver? No way.

Falcoon - It's too much.

He tries to lift The Phoenix up, but still can't seem to do it. He tries a second time, but The Phoenix is able to reverse it with ease. He lifts Williams up for a vertical suplex -- but allows him to fall over his shoulder in a standing firemans carry. The Phoenix lays out and drives Jesse flush across his back with a Samoan Drop. From there he remains laying across the midsection of Jesse, hooking his legs with his right arm while the referee drops to his knees to make the count. 1... 2... Williams rolls his shoulder off of the mat and breaks the count, extending his arm high into the air. The Phoenix steps up behind Jesse and locks him in a Tazmission -- keeping his raised arm up as he tries to choke the life out of Jesse. Williams pushes himself up from he knees, but that allows The Phoenix to tighten the hold.

Kissens - Williams may have to tap here.

Falcoon - I don't see many other ways around it.

Williams is about to lose consciousness as his knees shake. In a last ditch effort he runs towards the corner and steps up to the middle rope -- then up to the top as he pushes himself up into the air. The Phoenix maintains control of Jesse, or so he thinks as Williams propels himself to the outside of the ring and brings The Phoenix's throat down across the top rope. He falls to his back, with all of Jesse's weight nearly collapsing his windpipe as it hit the top rope -- while Jesse picks himself up from the outside. He crawls onto the apron and darts up the corner, wasting no time in leaping off.

Dunn - Jesse's flying again!

He flips forward and executes a beautiful Swanton Bomb -- crashing down across the chest of The Phoenix. Williams remains laying over The Phoenix, with his back against his chest, while the referee dives in and makes the count. 1... 2... The Phoenix thrusts his right shoulder up, forcing Williams into a seated position on the mat.

Falcoon - The Phoenix kicked out of the Swanton!

Kissens - I haven't seen him use that move in a long time.

Dunn - He's going to try anything, I guess.

Jesse turns to see The Phoenix on his right side, with the entire arena cheering for him. Williams pulls his hair behind his ears and slowly picks himself off of the canvas. He watches as The Phoenix struggles to keep up with Jesse, pulling himself up to his knees. Williams rushes and looks to boot The Phoenix in the face. The Phoenix bursts up to his feet, slaps Jesse's foot down and pulls him in towards him. He holds Williams around his midsection and throws him backwards over his head -- dumping him onto his shoulders with a German Suplex. The Phoenix bridges up right his left leg, while the referee drops in and makes the count. 1... 2... Williams kicks out and immediately starts pushing himself up to his feet -- much to the amazment of the fans and The Phoenix himself. The Challenger rushes up to his feet before Jesse, and waits for him to get all the way back up.

Dunn - Jesse has taken so much punishment.

Kissens - He hasn't been on the offensive so much.

Jesse Williams gets back up, and heads towards The Phoenix with a hobble in his step. As he focuses in on his opponent, he sees The Phoenix lining him up for a clothesline. Williams is unable to get out of the way and gets clobbered down to the mat by the bicep of The Phoenix. The Phoenix picks Jesse right back up, and tucks his head under his right arm. With one movement, The Phoenix picks Jesse up for a Northern Lights Suplex -- but doesn't toss him over his head. Instead, he spins Jesse around to a standing firemans carry, then to a front powerslam position before sitting out and driving Jesse's head right down to the mat.

Falcoon - CRAP! THATS THE..

Dunn - He used J-Dubz Driver II on Williams!

Falcoon - That's what I was saying!

The fans are nearly tearing their seats out of the concrete as The Phoenix lays just inches away from covering Williams.

Kissens - If he could make the cover, I think he'd have him.

The Phoenix rolls in the opposite direction, choosing not to go for a pin. Instead he heads for the ropes and starts pulling himself up to his feet, with Williams recovering from having his own move used on him.

Falcoon - He just cant muster it up now.

Dunn - He's choosing to prepare for more war -- which is smart.

Once The Phoenix gets back onto his feet and gets into a steady stance, he walks towards Jesse and grabs two handfuls of his hair. The Phoenix stands Jesse Williams up and rears his right elbow back. Jesse is able to duck under the swinging right arm of The Phoenix, and while bent over grabs a hold of his right leg. Williams lifts it up, fully extending his knee and causing The Phoenix great pain as he stands only on his left leg. Jesse brings his right arm into the knee of The Phoenix and swings out -- spinning him down to his back with a Dragon Leg Screw.

Falcoon - Well here is the advantage Jesse needed to sec--

Williams hops right up to his feet, but The Phoenix rolls off of his back and onto his strong left leg. Jesse turns around and gets absolutely destroyed by a lariat that The Phoenix winds up way behind his body. The Phoenix collapses to the mat, while the camera focuses on Jesse -- who rises to his feet, as his nose pouring blood out of it. He see's The Phoenix laying flat on his stomach and reaches down towards his legs. Williams grabs a hold of The Phoenix around his right foot and rolls him over onto his back -- only to start lifting him back onto his left leg. Williams keeps a hold of The Phoenix's damaged leg -- spitting blood into The Phoenix's face as he holds him up. Jess spins out yet again, nailing a second Dragon Leg Screw. This one keeps The Phoenix down on the mat, holding his right leg.

Dunn - No, there it is Gordie.

Falcoon - Now watch the tides turn.

Williams keeps a hold of The Phoenix's right leg and rolls him onto his stomach. Jesse sits on the lower back of the Phoenix and tucks his right foot under his right arm pit. He twists it in an ankle lock, holding The Phoenix in the middle of the ring with a tightly synched-in Heel Hook.

Kissens - Williams with a submission move?

Dunn - It's more likely than you think.

The Phoenix yells in pain and holds both of his arms out as far as he possibly can -- but the ropes are so far away. Williams sits back as far as he can, keeping the hold locked in tight yelling at the referee to check him. The Phoenix refuses to give up, even though his situation seems grim. Williams continues to wrench back on the damaged leg of Phoenix, who can hear the fans chanting very loudly for him. He digs his fingertips into the canvas and starts clawing his way across the ring -- with Jesse's weight not enough to keep The Phoenix in the middle of the ring.

Falcoon - In tribute to his father The Phoenix will not give up here. He's a fighter!

The fans begin a loud chant of "Please don't tap! Please don't tap!" as Williams twists The Phoenix's ankle around in a circular motion, stopping his progress as he digs his face into the mat. The referee checks on him again, but gets no response. A few seconds pass and The Phoenix stops fighting, and Jesse is able to regain the advantage in leverage.

Kissens - I think he's out cold.

Dunn - I think you're right.

The referee looks into the face of The Phoenix, and his eyes are closed. Therefore he grabs his hand and lifts himself up to a knee. The referee raises his arm once, and it falls to the mat. Williams responds by bridging himself as far back as he can.

Falcoon - That's one.

The referee grabs a hold of The Phoenix's wrist and lifts it off the canvas -- dropping it so it falls a second time. The fans begin booing loudly, with Jesse twisting The Phoenix's leg as far as he can. Williams looks over his shoulder to watch the referee as he reaches for The Phoenix's arm once more.

Kissens - It's all over now.

He lifts it up off of the mat and releases it -- and it falls lifelessly towards the mat. In a flash, Williams releases the Heel Hook and grabs The Phoenix around the wrist -- preventing the referee from ending the match.

Falcoon - Come on, he's out cold.

Dunn - Jesse doesn't want to win like that, I guess.

Williams bends down and starts slapping The Phoenix back to life, as he begins dragging himself back to his left leg only. He keeps his right knee bend, with only the toe of his boot touching the mat for balance. Williams maintains the hold on his wrist for only a moment as The Phoenix spins Jesse to the mat with an Arm Bar Takedown. Williams rolls away, trying to avoid the Blaze of Glory ankle lock which he believes to be coming -- but stumbles right into a trap. As he rises to his feet he is lifted into the air, and brought down across his back with a Twisting Spinebuster.

Falcoon - The Phoenix tricked Jesse!

Kissens - He's a lot smarter than Williams thinks.

The Phoenix, seemingly getting a huge burst of adrenaline, hops up to his left leg and drags Williams up with him. He steps to the left side of Jesse, and executes a side russian legsweep, which he transitions into a full-nelson on the mat. It doesn't remain like that as The Phoenix rolls Jesse over onto his stomach and pulls him back with a Full Nelson Camel Clutch.

Dunn - Williams is again in a situation with extreme pressure applied to his back.

Kissens - And this one looks even more painful than Eternal Requiem.

The Phoenix has his right leg extended, with no weight on it, while his left knee his bent and helping him balance. The fans, already all on their feet, explode into massive amounts of cheers -- chanting "Tap, Jesse, Tap!" over and over again. The camera focuses in as the referee checks on Jesse, who refuses to give up as well even though he seems to have no options to counter. The Phoenix then pushes Jesse's face forward -- slamming it down into the canvas. He then shifts his body around and places both of his knees, even his weak right one, into the small of Jesse's back. He wraps his right hand around Jesse's face and his left hand around both of his legs -- then rolls onto his back, locking Jesse in Bow and Arrow lock.

Falcoon - What a transition!

Dunn - Jesse's reign is in serious trouble!

Again the fans chant "Tap, Jesse, Tap!", as Williams seems like he has nowhere to go. The Phoenix wrenches on Jesse's back with all that he has left, and the referee is constantly checking on Jesse's will to continue. Williams again refuses to give up, which prompts The Phoenix to release his hold on Jesse's legs. He spins him around so he falls on top of The Phoenix -- and right into a rear-naked choke.

Falcoon - That's the move that won him the NLW Legacy Title!

Williams waives his arms, then tries to pry his fingers between his neck and The Phoenix's arm. The entire arena is shaking, as Jesse seems unable to break free. The referee is right over him, checking on him as The Phoenix continues to lock down on his throat. Williams begins rocking back and forth and is able to roll onto his knees, with The Phoenix holding on to the choke by staying over his back. Jesse starts pulling himself downward and through the legs of The Phoenix, who chooses to release the hold and prepare himself to strike. The Phoenix stands up and stares at Jesse who is just pushing himself back to his feet. He staggers towards The Phoenix, who throws his right arm forward at Jesse's face. Out of instinct, Williams ducks and pulls himself up behind The Phoenix -- hooking the arm he threw the lariat with up into the air with a half-nelson.

Dunn - This again? Come on, you're smarter than thi--

Without a moment to even think about it, Williams lugs The Phoenix up into the air and lugs him over his head. He drops him right on his head with the Half Nelson Suplex that shakes the entire ring -- and threatens to break it at points.

Falcoon - HOW in the..

Dunn - I don't know. Don't ask me.

Kissens - Williams must have herniated himself.

Dunn - I wouldn't be surprised.

Jesse lays cringing on the mat, a majority of his energy spent, while The Phoenix recovers from the huge impact. The fans break out of their funk and now try cheering on The Phoenix to get back to his feet. Williams crawls along his stomach towards the nearest corner, rolling under the bottom rope and pulling himself up to his left knee on the outside apron. He takes a few seconds to catch his breath before stepping up to his feet, and approaching the corner. Jesse Williams steps up to the bottom rope with his left foot, and follows with his right a second after.

Kissens - Williams is going back up.

Dunn - Maybe another Swanton.

He then steps up to the second rope with his left foot, followed by his right yet again. He pauses before stepping up to the top rope, looking down at The Phoenix who is struggling to get up from his back. Williams now rushes to get up to the top, crouching there and staring as The Phoenix locks eyes with him. Within a second he leaps up to his left foot and falls across the top rope -- crotching Jesse over the top turnbuckle.

Dunn - Williams got caught going up top!

Falcoon - He took way too long!

The Phoenix stands himself up, limping incredibly badly. He stands infront of the turnbuckle, with Jesse crotched on top. He seems to have no intent on going up, instead he grabs Jesses head and tries to drag him onto his shoulders. Williams turns out to be playing possum and brings his right elbow into the temple of The Phoenix. He pulls him back into the corner, sitting down on the top rope with The Phoenix standing in the ring in front of him. Williams unhooks his legs from the top turnbuckle, and hooks The Phoenix in a triangle hold -- wrapping legs around his chest, isolating his head and right arm.

Falcoon - Now he wants to hurt The Phoenix any way he can.

Dunn - He's just trying to win.

The referee begins the manditory five count for Jesse to break the hold.

1... 2...

Jesse unhooks his legs, and now begins laying blunt elbows to the base of The Phoenix's head. Each shot sends The Phoenix's head forward with a ton of force. Williams finally stops and spins The Phoenix around -- hooking both of his arms and lifting all three-hundred sixty five pound of the Challenger towards the top rope.

Kissens - I don't know how well this is going to work.

Falcoon - He's basically deadlifting him.

Jesse struggles, but is able to lay his upper body on the top rope and somehow place his left foot on the middle rope. The damage to the right leg keeps The Phoenix unable to mount any sort of defense at this. Williams lets The Phoenix's entire weight rest against his body, nearly pushing him backwards off the top turnbuckle. To regain the leverage, Williams steps himself up to the top rope and starts trying to lift The Phoenix up with him. He is able to crotch him on the top turnbuckle, with Williams nearly losing his balance -- but he can't get him to a standing position.

Dunn - It's just too much weight.

Finally The Phoenix is balanced enough to regain his composure, and starts firing away at the stomach of Jesse -- which is the only thing he can strike from where he is sitting. Jesse bends down, loses his footing and nearly crotches himself again -- catching himself with his right hand and gently seating himself, instead. The two men sit face to face for a moment, but The Phoenix still wants no part of being on top.

Kissens - He knows the risk of being up there.

Falcoon - The Phoenix would be well more suited on the mat -- and thats where he wants to go.

Dunn - Just not because Williams put him there.

He lifts his left leg up and places it on the top rope for a moment -- when Williams places his right foot on the middle rope and brings his left knee into the face of The Phoenix. Williams immediately stands back to the top rope, using almost all of the strength he has left to drag The Phoenix's right foot up to the top rope to join his left. Somehow he is able to, and without any hesitation Williams bends him forward and locks him in a front face lock right his right arm around his neck.

Kissens - Come on, Jesse. There are other ways!

Dunn - Are there?

He tucks his head under the right arm of The Phoenix, and lifts the big man only about a foot off of the ground. It's more than enough room for Williams to push off -- while spinning The Phoenix in midair still in the suplex hold, and sitting himself out.

Falcoon - JESUS CHRIST! NO!

Williams lands on the canvas first, driving The Phoenix's head and neck onto the mat with a top rope Emerald Frosion.

Dunn - SUPER J-DUBZ DRIVER I!

The entire arena falls silent as Williams lays himself over the chest of The Phoenix. The referee slides in and makes the count -- which can be heard clear throughout the arena. 1... 2... 3!

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

Dunn - Fucking christ.

Kissens - I'm at a loss.

Falcoon - ... Yeaaah.

The referee is handed the OWF World Heavyweight Championship, which he brings to Jesse who is laid out on the mat. He grabs the belt and rolls all the way out of the ring near the announcers table, hobbling over to Missy and grabbing his NLW World Heavyweight Championship, as well.

Dunn - Well, he won.

Falcoon - At what cost to The Phoenix?

Dunn - Since when is that Jesse's concern?

Jesse Williams holds both the OWF and NLW World Titles in the air as he staggers around the ring. EMT's rush the ring to check on The Phoenix, who still hasn't moved since being dropped from the top rope.

Dunn - Williams is a double Champion, and he has earned it. He wasn't cheap -- all is fair in love and war.

Kissens - I guess you're right. I just hope The Phoenix is alright.

Falcoon - And now the clock is ticking -- less than a month until Jesse's reign reaches a full year.

Dunn - Quest For The Best is going to be the OWF's last shot at breaking his hopes.

Williams heads up the ramps, absorbing all the hatred from the crowd as he walks towards the back.

Kissens - What a night we had though.

Dunn - New Caribbean Champion. New Contender to the PDA Title.

Falcoon - Well it's time to sign off. We'll see you on April 13th for an Addiction Doubleheader -- coming to you from Chicago, Illinois and Boston, Massachusetts!

Kissens - Night, y'all!

The feed cuts to the OWF logo -- and then fades to black, ending the telecast.