The feed cuts on to the sold out Redbird Arena in Normal, Illinois as the lights dim down. The fans roar in excitement as a stream of blue and red pyrotechnics shoot off from the stage, illuminating the rafters of the Arena. The fans can be heard loudly as no music plays through the speakers, and the cameras cut across the crowd to pick up reactions from the rabid fans. After a few moments the fireworks cut off and leave a thick smokey haze in the arena, with the lights shining back on -- which only makes the fans go even more wild. A chant of "O-W-F! O-W-F!" breaks out loudly throughout the crowd, as the cameras cut to ringside.

There they becomes positioned on the ring announcers table, which has Gordie Falcoon, James Dunn and Jackie Kissens all sitting behind it -- waiting for their cue.

Falcoon - AAAAAHOOOOO! THREE MAN TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT!

Kissens - .. Y'all!

Dunn - You know, I think you guys are like twins. It's weird.

Falcoon - I don't know anything about pairs of two. But tonight, we have six pairs of three ready to do battle.

Dunn - That was so lame.

Kissens - I liked it.

Falcoon - I'm pretty fast on my feet.

Dunn - Yeah, sure. Whatever you say.

Kissens - Tonight we have so many incredible things happening, it's hard to explain it all.

The cameras shift to the right as Missy Janson stands herself up at ringside, and grabs a microphone before heading towards the steel ring steps. She quickly ascends them and steps onto the ring apron.

Falcoon - Tonight we get to witness The Rogues, The Gangsters Disciples and The Caribbean Slaughterhouse teaming up as a cohesive force.

Kissens - While others like Greggy, CJ and GI, and Slayer with Williams, are a team of alliances.

Dunn - And then theres Steel, Talon and Cain. Team "Who did it and ran?".

Missy enters the ring through the ropes, with the fans applauding her arrival into the ring.

Kissens - Well we're about to see how two of those factions match up, so lets send it to Missy in the ring.

She positions herself in the center of the ring, and brings the microphone up to her lips.

Missy Janson - Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to OWF Determined live on Pay Per View!

The fans roar as the show is about to get underway.

Missy Janson - The first matchup is a qualifier for the Three Man Tag Team Tournament. It is a six-man tag team match, under normal tag format. First fall secures the win.

Missy pauses with the fans quieting themselves just a bit.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the team of Porta Prince, Vernon Somoza and Ray Lopes -- Caribbean Slaughterhouse!

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 the Caribbean Slaughterhouse as they make their way down to the ring. Ray Lopes leads the way, Vernon Somoza isn’t too far behind and Porta Prince and Stephanie trail in the back. Ray gives a pound to a fan or two along the way and then slides inside the ring. El Plaga climbs in to the ring after him, stepping to his side to discuss strategy.

Kissens - With her out here it could only prove to be a distraction.

Falcoon - Maybe. Or it's a sign of solidarity.

Dunn - Either way, this new faction is going to be put to the test right here.

Their music fades out, with Stephanie remaining at ringside. Missy lifts the microphone back up to her lips, and continues.

Missy Janson - And their opponents, all three hailing from Parts Unknown... Please welcome Thug 1, Thug 2 and Thug 3 -- The Gangsters Disciples!

The sounds of a screeching guitar rip through the speakers, with the arena being cast into darkness. A lone spotlight shines on the stage as the two larger men, Thug 1 and Thug 2, walk through the curtains. The fans give them a nice ovation for their return to the ring, with Thug 3 walking out right behind them.

Dunn - The fans showing their respect for the Former Tag Team Champions.

Falcoon - Surprising.

The lights come back up as the generic rock song continues playing, with all three of the Thugs moving down the ramp and making their way to ringside. One by one each member of their team enters the ring, and moves back into their corner. Their music fades out while Missy Janson promptly exits the ring.

Kissens - It's hard to say what we can expect from this match.

Falcoon - We'll just have to wait for the bell.

The referee steps between the two teams, and motions for one member to start the match. Thug 3 steps forward from his corner, with Porta Prince motioning for Lopes and Somoza to step onto the apron. The referee then calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Dunn - And there it is.

The two competitors walk to the middle of the ring and begin circling one another. They measure one another up before tieing up right in the center of the ring, with Porta getting the upper hand and pushing Thug 3 across the ring -- and holdng him against the ropes. The referee steps in and calls for a clean break, which Porta Prince gives as the fans applaud his sportsmanship. He backs into the center of the ring with Thug 3 moving from the ropes and approaching Porta. Both men raise their arms as if they are going to lock-up, but Thug 3 executes a toe kick to Porta's gut -- stopping him in his tracks. Thug 3 follows up with a short right jab, then a wide left hook which both find their mark on Porta's face. Prince becomes dazed from the strikes and gives Thug 3 an opening. He grabs the head of Porta into a front face lock -- but spins himself around, driving Porta down to the mat with a spinning neckbreaker. Porta holds his head in pain while Thug 3 backs into his corner, and tags in Thug 2. The bigger Thug enters the ring and keeps Porta Prince on the mat with a hard stomp to his chest.

Falcoon - Already a tag made by The Gangsters Disciples.

Dunn - They have to do something to make an impression in their return.

Porta rolls over onto his right side, trying to get away from Thug 2 and back to his corner -- but he is hit with a kick to the small of his back, rolling him over onto his stomach. As he approaches Porta, Thug 2 bends over to grab a hold of Prince around his head and begins pulling him up to his knees. When he props him up, Porta unleashes a knife edge chop to Thug 2's chest, sending an echo throughout the arena. Thug 2 backs off a bit, allowing Prince to get up to one knee -- where he whips a second chop to Thug 2's chest. Following that one he returns to his feet, only to be brought down to all fours with a sharp swinging knee to the abdomen.

Kissens - Porta seemed to be coming back there, but Thug 2 put an end to that.

Thug 2 backs off a bit, holding his chest as he stares at the coughing Porta Prince. Feeling this window of opportunity closing Thug 2 steps forward and grabs Porta around his head and right arm, beginning to drag him up to his feet. Prince is able to free himself from Thug 2's grasp, and nails him with a short right elbow strike -- slightly dazing his opponent. With Thug 2 trying to regain his senses, Porta turns back towards his corner and begins staggering towards his partners. Unfortunately for him Thug 2 is able to shake the cobwebs loose, and charges at Porta from behind -- diving down at his legs and chop-blocking him at his right knee. Prince collapses to a kneeling position on his right knee, while Thug 2 grabs a hold of his head and stands Porta up into a side headlock. He walks Porta away from his corner, still held in the headlock, and returns to his corner. Thug 2 lays his back against the turnbuckle as he transitions the hold to a front face lock, allowing Thug 1 to tag himself in upon his back.

Falcoon - Fast tags by the Gangster's Disciples.

Dunn - They're working pretty well together.

Kissens - Without too much ring rust, it seems.

He steps into the ring as Thug 2 keeps his arm locked around Porta's neck, keeping his midsection open for attack. Thug 1 exploits the exposed area of Porta's ribs, swinging a sharp kick up into his stomach as Thug 2 lets go of Prince's head. Porta staggers around holding his stomach, with Thug 1 stepping up right behind him -- while Thug 2 exits the ring. From behind Porta is nailed with a hard right hook to the base of his skull, before he is bent over backwards and locked in a standing dragon sleeper. Thug 1 immediately kicks out his legs and falls backwards, executing a devastating Reverse DDT on Porta Prince. The second he hits the mat, Thug 1 slides over the chest of Porta -- covering him with a lateral press as the referee dives in to make the count. 1... 2... kickout by Porta! He thrusts his right arm up to break the count, which Thug 1 uses to pull Porta up to a seated position on the mat. Thug 1 remains kneeling on the canvas behind Porta, and locks him into a sleeper hold -- trying to cut the flow of blood to Porta's head.

Dunn - So far complete domination by the Thugs.

Falcoon - Porta needs to make a tag.

Kissens - He will. It's still early, y'all.

Prince waives his arms violently at first, with Thug 1 wrenching as hard as he can around the throat of Porta. He keeps him immoblized on his rear, with Porta Prince's face turning a bright shade of red -- while the fans begin clapping and stomping their feet, being egged on by Somoza in his corner. The referee steps in once Porta's arms fall down to his side, and gets no response from him. He grabs Porta's right arm around his wrist and holds it up above his head. The referee releases the arm, and it collapses to the mat -- with the referee signaling a one count to the crowd. Grasping his wrist a second time he jerks Porta's arm up into the air, and drops it again as it falls lifeless to the mat. The referee counts a second time, again reaching down to Porta's right arm.

Falcoon - This could be it right here!

He lifts it up and lets go, but this time Porta holds the arm extended away from his body -- with the fans exploding in excitement.

Kissens - He's fighting out of it, y'all.

He shakes his right arm as he becomes fueled by the fans, and rolls over onto his right side -- with Thug 1 transitioning the hold into a side headlock as Porta returns to his knees. He thrusts himself back up to his feet and uses his extended right arm to pummel the abdomen of Thug 1 with the point of his elbow. Porta Prince nails a second elbow to the gut of Thug 1, releasing himself from the headlock and immediately setting off towards the set of ropes he is facing. Prince sprints towards them, turns his back, and hits them back-first -- springing off of them and heading back at Thug 1. Both men extend their right arms away from their bodies and collide head-on -- with both of them hitting the canvas after a double-clothesline.

Kissens - What impact from both men.

Dunn - Two huge dudes -- they pack a lot of power behind those blows.

Thug 1 is able to roll over onto his hands and knees immediately, clutching at his throat while Porta lays on his back gasping for air. All four men outside of the ring hold their hands over the top rope, looking for a tag from their weakened partner. It takes a second for Thug 1 to gain his bearings, but as he does so he stands himself up with his back to Porta -- who has begun crawling towards his corner. Thug 1 quickly turns around and rushes to the feet of his opponent, grabbing a hold of Porta's left boot. As he drags Porta away from his corner, Prince begins pushing himself up from the canvas.

Falcoon - That may have been Porta's last chance for a tag.

Kissens - Lets hope not, because he's going to absorb a lot more punishment if that is the case.

Prince shuffles himself up to his feet and turns around so he faces Thug 1. At that instant Porta Prince leaves his feet, and in a rare show of agility executes an enziguri -- spinning himself around and landing on both feet. Thug 1 falls to his right kneel, holding the left side of his head as Porta dives forward and slaps the hand of Vernon Somoza. The fans let out a huge roar as Vernon ducks through the ropes and sprints towards Thug 1, who remains on his right knee.

Falcoon - Somoza's in!

Dunn - And the fans go wild. Literally.

Somoza baseball slides to the right of Thug 1 and levels him with a sliding clothesline -- bending him backwards, and laying him out in the process. Vernon stands right back up to his feet and rushes the opposing corner, delivering a right forearm to the face of Thug 3 -- followed by a back elbow with his left arm, directly to the bridge of Thug 2's nose. Both men fall down to the concrete floor as Somoza turns himself around, and narrowily side steps a running big boot from Thug 1. As he avoids the kick, Vernon rolls around behind Thug 1 and secures a hold around his torso with a reverse waist lock. Having gained the element of surprise Somoza is able to lift the large man over his head, and drops him to the back of his neck and shoulders with a German Suplex -- which Somoza bridges up into a pinning combination. The referee slides in to make the count. 1... 2... Vernon is forced to break the hold as a recovered Thug 2 enters the ring and lays the sole of his boot to Vernon's abdomen.

Dunn - Lucky for the Gangsters Disciples there.

Falcoon - Vernon is completely fired up here.

Kissens - Can you blame him? He just watched his friend, then former-friend; now friend-again, get beat up for over fifteen minutes y'all.

Dunn - Way to break down their relationship.

The referee pushes Thug 2 from the ring as Vernon clutches his stomach, and returns to his feet with ease. He stands over Thug 1 for only a moment before reaching down and grabbing him on either side of his head in a cravate. He interlocks his fingers behind the neck of Thug 1 and leads him quickly up to his feet -- only to flip him to the mat with a snapmare takedown. Thug 1 rolls up to a seated position, allowing Vernon to step forward and soccer kick him flush across his back. This sends his opponent over onto all fours, rolling back into his corner as Thug 2 tags himself into the match -- backing the advancing Somoza into the middle of the ring. Thug 1 exits the ring through the ropes as Thug 2 enters. Vernon continues backpeddling as he hears Ray Lopes call out to him, looking for a tag into the match. Vernon looks out to the crowd, who gives a mixed reaction to the idea, but Somoza steps back and tags Lopes into the match anyways.

Falcoon - Well heres the third member of the Caribbean Slaughterhouse.

Dunn - Who isn't as well liked as his counterparts.

Kissens - Doing right by them here should go a long way in helping him gain the fan's respect back.

Dunn - It's not about respect. He is very well respected, but not liked.

Ray steps in and walks to the center of the ring, where he is joined by the larger Thug 2. Lopes looks him up and down and smiles before unleashing a vicious right hand to the left cheek bone of Thug 2. In retaliation Thug 2 throws a right hook that Lopes is able to duck under. He spins himself around behind his opponent and Lopes delivers a stiff thrusting forearm to the small of Thug 2's back. A second after the first strike, Lopes brings the point of his elbow to the base of Thug 2's spine -- jolting him with pain up and down his body as he involuntarily stands straight up. As he does Lopes grabs him into a half-nelson and tosses the big man into the air, while Ray kneels out. He brings the airborne Thug 2 back-first across his knee, sending him flopping down to the canvas in serious pain. Ray immediately rolls Thug 2 over onto his back and makes the cover. 1... 2... Thug 2 kicks out. Ray keeps on top of Thug 2, locking him in a front face lock as he returns to all fours.

Falcoon - Looks like Ray has a lot of pent up energy.

Dunn - That or else he just doesn't like thugs.

Kissens - Whatever the case, y'all, he's kickin' butt so far.

Thug 2 struggles a bit but is able to begin standing himself up, with Ray keeping a tight hold around his neck. Eventually Thug 2 returns to his feet and with ease throws Lopes over his shoulder -- executing a release Northern Lights suplex. The shock of the move keeps Ray upon his back, while Thug 2 gets a rush of adrenaline and kicks himself up to his feet. He looks down at Lopes and leaps into the air -- bringing his right knee cap down across his adam's apple. Ray coughs violently with both of his hands around his throat, and rolls onto his stomach. Thug 2 reaches both hands down and cradles the head of his opponent, slowly dragging him off of the canvas. He returns Lopes to his feet and tucks his head under his right arm, locking him in a front face lock of his own. He only maintains it for a second before tossing Ray's right arm over his head and then lifting him straight up into a suplex position in the middle of the ring. Instead of falling back he tosses Ray forward, and throws him down to the mat face-first.

Falcoon - What strength by Thug 2.

Kissens - He's just tossing Ray around like loose change.

Thug 2 tries his best to give Ray no time to recover, as he immediately drags him back up to his feet. Once there Thug 2 nails a short left jab, followed by a right hook that nearly sends Lopes back down to the mat. Although he waivers a bit, Ray musters up the will to headbutt Thug 2 right across the bridge of his nose -- dropping him down to his right knee for a moment, and allowing Lopes a moment to recover. Thug 2 shakes his head as Ray gains a firm stance on the mat, waiting for him to return to his feet. He does so and Ray meets him with a right hook, to which Thug 2 retaliates with a left uppercut to the chin of Lopes. Ray stumbles back a step, but lunges right back forward to nail a forearm strike to Thug 2's jaw -- which he reciprocates as he executes his own forearm strike to the Jaw of Lopes. Both men double over for a moment, locking eyes and immediately standing back up.

Dunn - Neither man wants to go down!

As they stand the two men spin around and at the same exact time nail a discus punch to their opponent's face -- with both Lopes and Thug 2 collapsing to the mat. The fans are rabid as they watch the opening match of the night. Both men glance back at their corners, and begin moving themselves towards them while returning to their feet.

Falcoon - Whomever moves on to the finals is going to be earning it here tonight.

Thug 2 remains on his stomach, being the closer of the two to his corner -- while Ray gets to the center of the ring, and is already up to one knee. The pain gets to Thug 2 as he collapses to his stomach, while Ray tries to summon the strength to get to his feet. Finally Thug 2 rolls close enough to his corner for Thug 3 to tag himself in now. He enters the ring, and looks at Ray -- breaking off into a sprint as he returns to his feet. He grabs Thug 3 around his midsection and flips him over his head -- executing a release belly to belly suplex that tosses Thug 2 across the ring. Lopes rushes to his corner and tags in Somoza, and mumbles something to him. Before Vernon can enter the ring, Lopes rushes to the Thug's corner and dives through the ropes to tackle Thug 2 down to the floor. Meanwhile in the ring, Somoza grabs a hold of Thug 3's head and drags him up to his feet where he bends him over and tucks his head between his legs. Behind him Porta Prince scales the turnbuckle with the referee's attention turned to Lopes and Thug 2 battling on the outside.

Dunn - Looks like they're setting up for the Incision.

Falcoon - Lopes used himself as a battering ram to help it get into motion.

Kissens - There's still another thug to break up any pin. Plus the referee is now focused on Lopes because of his actions.

Vernon lifts Thug 3 up into the air, holding him in a powerbomb position while Porta flips from the top rope. He grabs a hold of Thug 3's head on the way down -- while Somoza throws their opponent down with a Powerbomb. As they hit the mat, Porta Prince executes his flipping neckbreaker while Somoza keeps Thug 3 pinned to the mat. Thug 1 enters the ring, drawing the referee's attention back into the ring -- but Porta is able to grab a hold of his leg, preventing him from getting to Somoza.

Falcoon - They nailed it, but the referee is busy!

Kissens - As I said, y'all.

Dunn - I think he sees the pin now.

Finally the referee sees Somoza holding Thug 3 in the pinning perdicament, and slides in to make the count. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - The winners of this match, and moving on to the Finals of the Three Man Tag Team Tournament -- Ray Lopes, Vernon Somoza and Porta Prince... Caribbean Slaughterhouse!

The fans explode into a round of cheers following the announcement.

Falcoon - Great match. The Gangsters Disciples really had a chance there.

Dunn - Unfortunately Lopes, Somoza and Prince all had a bit too much for them to handle.

Kissens - And now they advance to the Finals inside the Steel Cage.

All three members of the Caribbean Slaughterhouse have their arms raised in victory before departing the ring. Porta slaps the hands of a few fans at ringside, as does Vernon.

Dunn - If these three can work that well together in the Finals, we may see the newest alliance gain a lot of title shots.

Falcoon - With a ton of respect to go along with it.

Kissens - I don't think it's that surprising they work well together. They all know each other so well, y'all.

Dunn - That is a good point.

The Thugs regroup in the ring while Caribbean Slaughterhouse travel back up the ramp.

Falcoon - We're going to have to cut away for a second, as I'm picking up that Garrett Greene has caught up with one of the participants of the Tournament.

Dunn - Let's go Cokekid!

The cameras cut to the crowded hallways of the Redbird Arena, with Garrett Greene weaving his way through the sea of people. The camera man remains a few steps behind him, picking up the reporter's every move.

Garrett Greene - Hello fans, and I just received a tip that former OWF President Chase Johnson has arrived at the Arena.

Garrett pushes through the large steel doors, confronting a long black limosuine -- with Chase Johnson just pulling his suitcase from the trunk. Greene rushes over to him

Garrett Greene - CJ! May I get a word?

Chase Johnson - If you're lucky you'll get one word.

Garrett Greene - What can we expect from you tonight?

CJ sighs and closes the trunk of the limosuine.

Chase Johnson - I'm not here to make promises, Garrett. I didn't show up so I could talk about what I am going to do.

Chase steps up onto the curb, standing eye to eye with Garrett.

Chase Johnson - I'm here to do to JC, what he tried to do to me. I will not be denied that, and I will go to any lengths to ensure my comeback isn't in vain. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a match to get ready for.

CJ pushes past Garrett, leaving him in the parking garage. Garrett looks back at the camera and shrugs.

Garrett Greene - Well there you have it -- I guess. Back to you?

The feed cuts back to the announcers booth at ringside.

Dunn - Good fucking job, Garrett.

Kissens - That didn't explain a thing.

Falcoon - We already knew CJ was out for blood. What really could he expand upon?

From next to the announcers table, Missy Janson pushes herself away from the time keepers table -- eventually standing herself up from her seat. While walking away from the chair she scoops up a microphone into her left hand, and departs towards the ring.

Kissens - He's got some issues to work out, as should the two teams in the next match.

Falcoon - I agree.

Dunn - Williams and Slayer will be fine, but if Cokekid can't do shit they may be in trouble.

The camera follows her every move as she skips up the steel ring steps, and walks onto the ring apron. She ducks her head down and steps through the ropes, entering the ring with her eyes set on the OWF logo in the middle of the apron.

Kissens - I was talking about Steel, Talon and Cain actually.

Falcoon - That is a very random team, for sure.

Missy makes her way to the center of the ring and turns towards the live cameras.

Missy Janson - The next matchup is a qualifier for the Three Man Tag Team Tournament. It is a six-man tag team match, under normal tag format. First fall secures the win.

A moderate applause comes from the crowd, who slowly all stand up to their feet while Missy continues.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from the first team -- from Louisville, Kentucky... Vincent Cain!

The lights of the arena go black. The sound of a classical piano begins to play a slow, dark piece. Ice blue lights begin to slowly light the stage as demonic growling and roaring fades in and out. As time passes, fog begins to creep from entrance and down the rampway. Suddenly, "Godhead's Lament" by Opeth begins to envelope the arena.

Marauder!
Staining the soil, midst of stillness
Beloved fraternity to an end
Red eyes probe the scene
All the same
Stilted for the beholder
Depravity from the core
Handcarved death in stoneladen aisles

Then Vincent Caine walks through the fog. He stands still on the stage. His eyes scope out the cheering fans; a smile forms on his face as he begins walking down the ramp.

I hide the scars from my past
Yet they sense my mute dirge
This is when it all falls apart
White hands grasping for straws

He stares straight ahead as he nears the ring. Then, he stops before it, inhales the fog, then continues.

Sly smile, poisoned glare smile
Undisguised manmade nova
Mute cry, don't dare to tread
Searing beams tracking you down

Adoring what has never been
Some will bring with them all they have seen

Vincent Cain grabs the top rope and hoists himself into the ring with one leap. He walks the center, raises a open hand and sparks begin to rain around the ring. He then lowers his head. His dreadlocks cover his face. He stands motionless.

Searching my way to perplexion
The gleam of her eyes
In that moment she knew

Though I could not leave this place
On this imminent day
As I've reached the final dawn
To what's gone astray
What would they care if I did stay
No one would know
What would they care if I did stay
No one should know

Vincent Cain leans back and exhales a large cloud of smoke above the ring. He begins walking about the ring until everything becomes normal.

Kissens - Should be interesting to see him back in action, y'all.

Dunn - Hopefully he's not just a flake like most of our returns are.

His music fades out as he backs into his corner. Missy Janson brings the microphone back up to her mouth.

Missy Janson - His first partner, from Atlanta, Georgia... Raven Talon!

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

Falcoon - Raven Talon was back in action last week.

Dunn - And he demolished Thunder.

Kissens - It costed him that match, but he doesn't seem to care.

Raven's music feeds out as he stands next to Vincent Cain, remaining silent as Missy brings the microphone to her lips.

Missy Janson - And finally, the last member of their team -- from Pittsburgh, Pennslyvania... 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. The fans boo him with all that they have in their lungs. He takes slow steps as he walks down the ramp and approaches the ring. Trent keeps the anticipating 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 and staring right at his partners.

Dunn - Trent was isolated from his stable.

Falcoon - And he's being forced to team with two guys he doesn't have much of a connection to.

His music fades as the men take up positions in their corner. They start to discuss strategy a bit, as the camera focuses back on Missy.

Missy Janson - Their opponents -- Coming to the ring first, from Little Rock, Arkansas...

Missy looks down to the index card in her hand.

Missy Janson - ... Coca-Cola Kid!

The lights dim low in the arena and suddenly a bright flash pops across the screen -- followed by red and white streamers covering the ramp. From the speakers echos a familiar voice.

PA System - Hahaha... I love Coke... A... Cola KID!

The fans leap to their feet as "Lit Up" by Buck Cherry hits the speakers and Coca-Cola Kid steps through the curtains, decked out in his red spandex gear.

Dunn - What the fuck?!

PA System - I love the soda... I love the soda!

The loyal OWF fans applaud the man as he slides into the ring and leaps to his feet.

Kissens - Cokekid is now... Coca-Cola Kid?

Falcoon - Seems like it.

Dunn - I'm confused.

His music fades out as he backs into the corner opposite from the already announced team.

Missy Janson - Out to the ring next, from Dallas, Texas... EJ Slayer!

"Binge and Purge" by Clutch hits, followed by a chorus of boos. EJ Slayer walks from the back, sporting a smile on his face. He begins trotting down the aisle, looking into the eyes of the fans that line the ramp. Eventually Slayer makes his way to the base of the ramp and slides under the bottom rope with a determined look on his face.

Kissens - EJ Slayer is one of the toughest guys in the federation.

Falcoon - That is true.

Kissens - I doubt he'll have any troubles teaming with Coca-Cola Kid when he's more focused on destroying his opposition.

EJ positions himself next to Coca-Cola Kid, and stares down his opponents across the ring as his music fades out. Missy lifts the microphone back up to her mouth.

Missy Janson - And the last participant of this match... From Las Vegas, Nevada... Jesse Williams!

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

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. Missy Janson moves towards her left, and moves through the ropes as she steps to the floor.

Dunn - Finally we get to witness how great Slayer and Williams can work as a team.

Falcoon - With Coca-Cola Kid picking up the rear, they have a serious weight dragging behind them.

Williams and Slayer move to the outside apron, cheering on Coca-Cola Kid while Trent Steel steps forward from his corner -- with his two partners stepping through the ropes, and to the outside as well. The two legal men step forward, and the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Coca-Cola Kid rushes out of his corner and charges at Trent Steel, who sidesteps his attacker -- allowing him to crash into the turnbuckle chest-first. As he does he stumbles backwards, right into a school boy roll up. The referee slides in to make the count, 1... 2... , but it is broken up by a stomp from EJ Slayer -- who enters the ring to save his partner.

Falcoon - That could have been it right there.

Dunn - Cokekid, you suck!

Falcoon - It's Coca-Cola Kid, James.

Slayer is pushed back to his corner by the referee, while Steel picks himself back up -- watching Coca-Cola Kid rolling up to his right side. Trent kicks him flush across his spine, keeping the smaller man on the mat as he flops over onto his stomach. A rabid Trent Steel takes a step closer to CCK and grabs him by either side of his head, slowly pulling him off of the mat. As he stands him up he isolates his right arm and irish whips Coca-Cola Kid across the ring towards the far set of ropes. CCK turns and hits the ropes back-first, and sprints back at Trent Steel -- who waits for him in the middle of the ring. He bends over, looking for a back body drop as Coca-Cola Kid returns -- but instead he flips over the back of Steel and hooks the front of his thighs. He tries pulling Trent down to the mat with a sunset flip, but Trent is able to maintain his balance. To stop himself from falling back, he swings his right fist down at Coca-Cola Kid's face. He moves his head to the left, making Trent strike the ring canvas with his closed fist. Upon impact Trent shakes his hand violently, while CCK has time to return to his feet.

Falcoon - If it's one thing CCK has going for him, it's his speed.

Kissens - I thought he was off drugs, y'all?

Dunn - He's talking about his physical speed. He's fast.

Kissens - Oh.

Coca-Cola Kid looks to his corner, and moves off towards it -- only to have Trent pull himself around behind him, and kick out CCK's right leg from under him. Coca-Cola Kid falls flat to his back, with Trent taking up a position to his right side and beginning to lay vicious stomps to his chest -- one right after the other. After a few seconds the referee steps in and pushes Trent away from Coca-Cola Kid, who struggles to breath after the constant attack from Trent. Steel moves his way past the referee and grabs CCK by his right arm. After he secure his grasp he begins dragging Coca-Cola Kid along the mat back towards his corner. When he gets there he turns and slaps Raven Talon across his chest with a knife edge chop, tagging him in as he grabs a tighter hold of CCK's arm -- and uses it to drag him up to his feet. Once Talon steps into the ring Steel swoops behind Coca-Cola Kid and butterflies both of his arms behind his back -- with the referee prompting Steel to exit the ring. Raven takes a step forward and punts CCK in his exposed abdomen, dropping him to his knees after Steel releases him and moves to the outside of the ring.

Kissens - Some tension between team members.

Falcoon - But they seem like they are able to focus on destroying Coca-Cola Kid.

Raven Talon steps forward and bends himself over, hooking both of the arms of CCK with his hands and lifting him off of the canvas. He keeps him trapped and doubled over while bringing repeated knee strikes up into his sternum. Coca-Cola Kid is unable to free himself and absorbs all of the body blows from Talon. After a few more seconds of this, Talon whips CCK up to a standing position and places both of his hands on his chest -- rushing him backwards towards one of the neutral corners. Raven squares himself in front of the corner and rears his right elbow back behind his ear -- unleashing a straight right hand directly to the bridge of CCK's nose. A small gash opens up as Raven Talon bends himself forward to tuck his shoulder into the stomach of Coca-Cola Kid -- before he picks him up over his shoulder and seats CCK on the top rope. Once seated Raven looks up and slaps Coca-Cola Kid across the face, and then begins to ascend the turnbuckle from inside of the ring. As he gets up to the second rope, he grabs Coca-Cola Kid in a front face lock with his left arm -- and tucks his head under the armpit of CCK's left arm, grabbing him in a suplex hold.

Dunn - What's going to happen here?

Falcoon - I can't see this ending well for either man.

Kissens - High risk sometimes comes with great reward.

Dunn - Exactly. "Sometimes" doesn't cut it in my book.

Raven Talon stands himself up to the top rope, trying to pull Coca-Cola Kid up with him -- when Jesse Williams enters the ring. He rushes the corner and pushes Raven's legs apart, crotching him over the top turnbuckle. The fans boo heavily as the referee gets in front of Jesse and forces him back out of the ring, while CCK pushes Talon backwards into a tree of woe. Raven remains conscious as Jesse exits the ring, and Coca-Cola Kid stands himself up to the top rope above Talon. Raven Talon reaches up and grabs a hold of the top rope with both hands, trying to pull himself back up -- but as he just starts to curl his upper body back towards the top rope, Coca-Cola Kid leaps from the top rope. He jumps straight into the air and extends his legs away from his body, moving to the left of Talon as CCK extends his right arm away from his body. He drives the point of that elbow down to Raven's abdomen -- flipping him out of the tree of woe with the inverted elbow drop from the top rope.

Dunn - Whoa...

Falcoon - Dare I say, innovation from Coca-Cola Kid?

Dunn - He must have been taught that by Jesse or Slayer.

Kissens - Yeah, that EJ Slayer -- crazy high flying fool, right?

Dunn - Fine. So from Jesse. Bitch.

CCK lands on his rear, and immediately rolls towards his corner as he collapses onto his stomach. In the corner Raven Talon holds his abdomen, trying to regain his breath as he watches Coca-Cola Kid dragging himself towards the outstretched hands of his partners. There's nothing for Raven to do as CCK leaps and slaps the hand of EJ Slayer, who steps through the ropes while Coca-Cola Kid rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope. Slayer immediately walks towards Talon and grabs a hold of him by his hair -- tugging him up from the mat, and returning him to his feet. Once there EJ maintains his grasp of Talon's hair with his left hand, while pulling his right arm back behind his head. He fires his arm forward and connects with Talon's jaw with a stunning right forearm, with EJ keeping his opoonent in place by the hold on his hair. EJ Slayer nails a second strike, this one with his elbow directly impacting the temple upon the left side of Raven's face.

Falcoon - EJ sticking to what he does best.

Dunn - And Talon doesn't seem like he can do anything about it.

Raven Talon waivers a bit from the two hard strikes, nearly falling the to mat but being kept up by EJ Slayer. He throws his right arm forward a third time, with Talon just being able to duck under the swinging bicep of his opponent. To try to give himself some distance Talon nails a sharp left jab to the exposed ribs of Slayer on his right side, doubling him over for only a moment.

Kissens - What was that about Talon?

Dunn - Shut up, Jackie.

During that short time span Raven balls his fists together and nails EJ across his shoulder blades with a double axe handle smash. This drops the slightly larger of the two down to his right knee, while Raven Talon holds the left side of his face with his hand. To further the damage to EJ, Raven steps forward and swings his right knee cap up into the mouth of Slayer -- with such impact that EJ is taken down to his back.

Falcoon - If you two can focus, you'd see Raven Talon is mounting some sort of an offensive.

He only remains there for a second before pushing himself over to his right hip and elbow, holding his mouth with his left hand. Growing agitated the weary Raven Talon drops to his right knee and extends his left one into the spine of Slayer. Once steady in his stance he reaches forward and hooks his opponent into a rear chin lock, wrenching EJ backwards over his knee. The referee gets in Slayer's face, asking him if he wants to quit which he does not. Raven keeps the hold synched on tightly but Slayer's power allows him to roll himself to his right side. With all of his might he pushes himself up his right knee, forcing Talon back to his feet as he transitions the chin lock into a side head lock. The second he does that EJ Slayer pushes himself straight up to his feet and wraps his arms around Talon's torso -- dumping him over his head, and right onto the back of his neck with a back drop suplex. The fans gasp as Raven flops to his right side, with both of his arms over his head. EJ Slayer immediately picks himself up to his feet and paces back to his corner, tagging Jesse into the match.

Dunn - There's the champ.

Falcoon - Getting his usual response from the crowd.

Kissens - And deserved, if you ask me.

Williams enters the ring to a slew of boo's as he walks up to Raven Talon and immediately scoops his upper body off the mat -- leaving him in a seated position. Jesse takes two steps back, then moves forward quickly with one large step and kicks his left foot across the spine of Raven Talon. He yells in pain but remains on his rear, allowing Jesse to nail a shin kick with his right leg -- cracking it flush across Talon's back a second time. That shot rocks him over to his right side, where Williams approaches and begins lightly kicking Talon across his head. The glancing blows only infuriate Raven, as Williams begins trash talking him as he tries to stand back up. Once Raven gets up to his hands and knees Williams stops kicking him, and begins slapping him across the back of his head -- trying to entice him to get back up to his feet. With Talon approaching his feet, Williams grabs a hold of his hair and aides him up to them -- immediately striking him across the face with a right elbow strike. A dazed Talon remains on his feet as Jesse takes a step back with his left leg -- then whips his right foot up and across the face of Raven Talon.

Falcoon - Jesse is just laying into Talon here.

Dunn - Of course he is. Just because they haven't faced off before doesn't mean that Jesse can't handle him.

Raven drops down to his left knee with Williams taking off towards the ropes behind him. He bounces off of them and heads back towards Talon, who bursts up to his feet and drives his shoulder into the abdomen of Jesse -- using it to flip him up and over his back, sending him crashing to his back with a back body drop. The fresh Jesse Williams absorbs the impact and immediately rolls up to his feet, with Raven remaining crouched behind him. As Williams turns he is met with a thunderous clothesline that knocks him flat to his back, but he almost instantly begins pushing himself up. The two men return to their feet at exactly the same time, with Williams extending his right arm as he attempts a lariat. Raven Talon ducks under it and rushes back to his corner, tagging in the unsuspecting Vincent Cain -- who gets a dull reaction from the crowd.

Kissens - Oh come on, you remember him y'all.

Falcoon - Not very fondly, apparently.

He enters the ring as Jesse sizes up the big man from his corner. He rushes at him, but gets taken down with a back elbow strike -- followed immediately by an elbow drop to his chest. Vincent Cain gets back up to his feet and lays vicious stomps to the chest of Jesse, immediately getting the fans behind him as he does. He lifts Jesse up off of the mat, and slams him down with a dead-lift gordbuster -- dropping the OWF Champion right onto his head.

Falcoon - Scratch that.

Slayer sends Coca-Cola Kid into the ring -- but he is stopped by the referee, who puts all of his attention on getting CCK out of the ring. This allows Slayer to slip into the ring undetected and level Vincent Cain with a vicious clothesline to the back of his head. EJ runs towards the opposing teams corner and decks Trent Steel, knocking him to the concrete floor before darting from the ring. Coca-Cola Kid exits as well, as Jesse slowly crawls back to his corner -- and tags in EJ Slayer once again. Jesse departs as Slayer measures up Vincent Cain who gets back up to his feet and sets his sights on EJ. The two men lock up in the center of the ring with EJ gaining the advantage, swinging out to lock Cain in a wrist lock. Cain is able to reverse the hold, locking EJ in a wristlock and wrenching tightly on his arm. Slayer walks around in circles before swinging his left hand into the gut of Cain -- who bends over slightly, allowing EJ to step forward and bring his right knee up into the chin of Vincent Cain. The strike releases his grip on Slayer's arm, but only dazes him slightly as he fires back at Slayer -- connecting with a short forearm to his cheek. The strike stuns Slayer, giving Cain an opening to nail a second forearm to the same exact point on EJ's face. Vincent then spins himself to his left while extending his right arm straight away from his body. As he twirls around to face EJ he attempts a spinning clothesline, but EJ is able to duck under it.

Falcoon - Both men are just brutalizing each other.

EJ turns himself around to nail a spinning back-fist to the head of Cain, staggering him forward and away from Slayer. EJ steps forward and grabs Vincent from behind in a reverse waist lock -- which he quickly escapes as he rolls around the back of Slayer, grabbing him in a reverse waistlock of his own. He tries throwing Slayer over his head, but is met with a back elbow strike to the side of his head. Cain drops his guard and Slayer makes him pay for it, as he turns around and levels Vincent Cain with a clothesline. As EJ gets back up to his feet he looks at Jesse and nods.

Dunn - There we go.

Falcoon - Vincent hung with him there for a bit.

Kissens - Now Slayer has other plans for him.

Jesse sends Coca-Cola Kid into the ring, and he runs to the corner of the opposing team. He draws Trent into the ring, with the referee looking away from Slayer and Cain as EJ pulls him up off of the mat. Willams quickly enters when the referee's back is turned as EJ grabs a hold of Cain, and grabs him around his upper body with his left arm. Just then, Jesse spins around completely while rearing his elbow back -- driving the point of it straight into Vincent Cain's face. Upon impact, Slayer sweeps out his legs and swings Vincent around -- executing a modified one armed powerbomb.

Dunn - J-Dubz assist on The Violent End.

Williams grabs Coca-Cola Kid and pulls him out of the ring -- with Steel and Talon hopping to the outside to follow them. The referee turns around to see Slayer laying on top of Vincent Cain -- prompting him to dive in to make the count. 1... 2... 3!

Kissens - A cheap move gives them a cheap win, y'all.

Missy Janson - The winners of this match -- the team of Coca-Cola Kid, EJ Slayer and Jesse Williams!

Falcoon - Damn, they advanced.

Dunn - Was there ever any doubt?

Kissens - A bit.

The referee moves towards the three men of the winning team, who have now regrouped in the ring. Jesse wards him off by holding his hand back, sending him out of the ring in fright.

Kissens - But there's no way this team can last in the Finals.

Falcoon - I'll have to agree with you there.

All three men exit the ring, moving up the ramp with the fans booing them the entire way.

Dunn - How do you know? Neither of you gave them a chance here.

Falcoon - Coca-Cola Kid got beaten down in that first match. He's going to receive more of the same in the Main Event.

Dunn - We'll see about that.

The team disappears behind the curtains, with Vincent Cain and Raven Talon leaving Steel in the ring as they head up the ramp as well.

Kissens - And as we worried about, those three men couldn't co-exist.

Falcoon - Hopefully they all come back stronger after this.

The cameras cut backstage, where the prevailing team has just returned to from the stage. They are in a stern discussion as the three men walk side by side through the backstage area.

EJ Slayer - Okay, that's one buddy.

Coca-Cola Kid - I don't think I can make the Main Event.

Jesse Williams - Don't talk like that.

EJ Slayer - You stayed out of the way in the first match...

Jesse Williams - For the most part.

EJ Slayer - And we have a good amount of time before that match comes up.

The three men pass through a set of swinging doors, which Slayer and Williams push open for all of them.

Coca-Cola Kid - Whatever you guys say.

Jesse Williams - By george, I think he's got it!

EJ Slayer - We may be making actual progress here.

Coca-Cola Kid - I need a pick me up.

Jesse Williams - Alright, you guys go back to the locker room. I'll grab the Coke.

Coca-Cola Kid stares at Jesse.

Jesse Williams - ... -A-Cola!

Williams turns to the camera and breaks the forth wall -- pointing his thumb up with a smile on his face. EJ shakes his head and walks away from Jesse, departing down the hall. Williams eventually breaks from his freeze and looks at his two partners.

Jesse Williams - Alright cool, leave me hanging. I'll just go get the sodas.

Williams walks off screen, with the feed cutting back to the arena.

Falcoon - Fucking dumb.

Dunn - Oh shut up. You sit through Trent Steels bogus crap all the time.

Kissens - This almost topped it.

Dunn - I didn't see anything wrong with it. They're just trying to energize their usually more-amped partner.

The cameras cut to ringside, as Missy Janson is already to her feet and steadily approaching the steel steps nearest to her.

Falcoon - Whatever. Lets focus on the action.

Kissens - More like, the return to action of my Greggy y'all!

Dunn - CJ is returning, too.

Kissens - Yeah, but Greggy!

With a microphone in hand she ascends the steel ring steps and makes her way onto the ring apron. She steps through the ropes and makes her way towards the middle of the ring.

Falcoon - With both returns, it's hard to assume what to expect from their team.

Dunn - Well we don't have to wait long to find out.

She turns herself to face the live cameras, with the fans remaining hushed -- eagerly anticipating the upcoming match.

Missy Janson - The next matchup is the final qualifier for the Three Man Tag Team Tournament. It is a six-man tag team match, under normal tag format. First fall secures the win.

Missy clears her throat, looking directly into the camera.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, representing the first team, from East Rutherford, New Jersey... GI!

Lights go out as "Undead" by Hollywood Undead blares through the speakers. Images of GI flash across the titan tron and then suddenly the lights shine bright and pyro shoots from the stage as GI walks out.

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
Ya no, I don't give a fuck what you think and say,
'Cause we gonna rock this whole place anyway.

GI slides into the ring and climbs to the top rope to play to the crowd.

Now I see that motherfucker writin' on the wall
When you see, J-3-T,
Thirty deep he's down to brawl
Fuck those haters I see,
Cause I hate that you breathe,
I see you duck,
You little punk,
You little fucking disease

GI jumps off into the middle of the ring and points to himself as he and the audience shout "G..I..ROCKS".

Dunn - GI lucked out here.

Falcoon - He's got a good group of partners, and he's facing his brother.

Kissens - Perfect set of circumstances.

His music fades out as he backs up into his corner. Missy then continues with her introductions.

Missy Janson - Out next, the second member of their team. Making his return to the OWF -- from Los Angeles, California... Greg Jackson!

PA System - Diamonds are forever...

"Diamonds from Sierra Leone" by Kanye West begins to play softly as gold sparks begin to shimmer down at the entry way.

They won't leave in the night,
I've no fear that they might
Desert me.

The song continues to play as still images of a wrestler with blue tint on the screen play. "BlackJack" flashes between each shot.

Foooooorrrrrrreeeeeeeevvvvvvvverrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

Just then, the song cuts out and the lights do as well, leaving everyone in darkness. The music comes back in, blaring over the speakers as Greg Jackson comes out on to the ramp. The fans are going crazy as Greg looks down the ramp, taking in his surroundings. He ignores the fans as he continues down to the ring, ignoring the outstretched hands along the way. When he gets to the ring, he climbs up the steel ring steps then pulls himself through the ropes and into the ring. Greg walks over to the turnbuckle leans his back up against it, preparing for the match.

Kissens - GREGGY!

Falcoon - It's good to see him back.

Dunn - I agree. I never thought I'd see this.

The fans are absolutely rabid to see Greg back, with their cheers keeping Missy silent for a bit.

Missy Janson - And finally, from Los Angeles, California... Chase Johnson!

The sound of a beer can opening rings through the speakers.

PA System - Baby, you got me all wrong. And maybe I'm not at all down and out. I'm high and I'm in -- don't you know who I am?

"The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits the PA System, and Chase Johnson steps out from behind the curtains.

I'm the jaded one with pop insensitivity.
And when I finish struggling we can make our way to the dance floor and stand like strangers in an elevator stuck between stories.
I always find myself in the middle of your stories.

With the camera as a witness I will suffer.
With the camera as a witness I will suffer.

He wears a pair of long black and orange tights, with black boots and comes out with no shirt on. The fans cheer his appearance very loudly, as the Former President of the OWF swiftly moving down the ramp.

If everything I do is wrong,
Then by god I'll do it right.

Chase slides into the ring, and joins up with his partners -- his face looking a pale white.

Falcoon - CJ has a serious score to settle here.

Dunn - As do the other members of his team.

Kissens - All we can hope for is that they all don't just focus on JC.

His music tapers off with Missy continuing with the announcement of their opponents.

Missy Janson - And their opponents, the team of Plague, Dude JoB and JC -- The Rogues!

Lights flash then dim, and "Wherein Lies Continue" by Slipknot fills the speakers. The lights all go out and only a spotlight shines on JC who walks out from the curtains followed by Dude JoB and Plague. On their way to the ring they avoid making any friendly movements or acknowledgment of the fans, who are booing the three men.

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

JC makes his way to ringside first, hopping up onto the apron while Plague slides into the ring next to him. JC climbs up to the turnbuckle, puts his hands in a clasp above his head and brings them down, still clasped, to chest-level -- while Plague gets to his feet and stares out into the crowd.

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

As JC climbs down, Dude JoB makes his way into the ring with a cocky smile on his face. All three men take up positions in their corner, with Missy high-tailing it out of the ring.

Falcoon - I can't blame her for trying to get out of there.

Dunn - This is going to be an absolute war.

Kissens - Lets hope there aren't too many casualties, then.

Dunn - There will be.

The music fades out as the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The match starts off with a bang as all six men rush the center of the ring. GI goes after his brother, as both he and JC stand toe-to-toe and begin duking it out with closed fists. Greg Jackson and Plague tie up in a collar and elbow tie-up, and begin pushing each other around the ring -- while Dude JoB has gone on the offensive on Chase Johnson. JC gets the upper hand on his brother and pushes him back into the corner, laying a series of back elbows to the left side of his face. Meanwhile, Dude JoB takes CJ down to the mat with a double leg takedown, and begins pounding away at any open spot on his adversary. Greg and Plague topple through the ropes and fall to the concrete floor, still tied up with neither man getting the upper hand.

Falcoon - There's mayhem going on all around.

Dunn - These two teams hate one another.

Kissens - That's apparent.

After taking a few sharp blows in the corner, GI falls to the mat and JC forces him out of the ring under the bottom rope. In the middle of the ring, CJ brings his head up and headbutts Dude JoB -- dazing him for a moment and allowing him to return to his feet. Chase gets up to his feet and immediately leaps into the air, bringing both of his feet to the chest of Dude JoB and dropkicking him out of the ring. Johnson returns to his feet and turns himself around, with he and JC locking eyes.

Dunn - Here we go!

Falcoon - The showdown we've all been waiting for.

The fans explode as the two men begin circling each other, the fans chanting "Fuck him up, CJ! Fuck him up!". Both men ignore the chants as they motion for one another to bring it on. Neither man makes the first move, just continally circling one another which thickens the tension. Just as it looks like CJ is going to strike, Plague slides back into the ring and takes him down with a double axe handle smash with his clenched hands. The fans boo loudly as Chase drops to his knees, with JC leaning back up against the ropes -- but he is grabbed around his ankles, and tugged down to the mat by Greg Jackson. As JC is pulled from the ring, Greg pummels him with thunderous strikes across his back and neck. Meanwhile GI and Dude JoB have returned to their corners on the apron, and enter the ring as the first two legal men.

Kissens - Finally this match can actually get underway.

Falcoon - Oh it's been going on, just not under the rules specified.

Dunn - At least we only have one place to focus on the action.

The brawling continues for a bit before all four men eventually return to their corners, watching GI and Dude JoB about to lock up. Instead Dude JoB boots GI in the gut as the two men near each other, following up with a short right forearm that dazes his opponent. Dude JoB rushes at GI, who is able to hit the mat and force DJ to hop over him. He does so and continues in his sprint towards the set of ropes, turning himself to bounce from them back-first. As he does, GI hops up to his feet and leaps into the air -- clearing Dude JoB by just inches with a leap frog. Instead of continuing his charge, Dude JoB stops and turns around -- waiting for GI to land. As he does, DJ unleashes a roundhouse kick to the back of GI's head which drops him down to his knees. He instant he lands, Dude JoB leaps into the air and dropkicks GI right onto the back of his head -- sending him flopping face-down on the mat.

Dunn - Dude JoB is taking the newcomer to the OWF to school.

Falcoon - DJ has a lot of experience, but as does GI.

Dunn - Just maybe not experience when it comes to working as a team.

Dude JoB grabs a hold of GI's limp arm and drags him away from the middle of the ring, and towards his teams corner. With his hand extended, Plague tags himself in and steps through the ropes. Once in the ring he brings a short elbow strike down to GI's extended arm before taking a hold of it from Dude JoB. He drags GI up to his feet, twisting his arm at the shoulder to keep his opponent at a distance. GI finally snaps out of his haze and begins walking himself away from the opposite teams corner, and heads to the middle of the ring. When he gets there he stops and turns himself around, leveling Plague with a short armed clothesline that sends him crashing to the mat. The fans cheer the turning of the tables, with GI shaking his right arm a bit while bending down to grab Plague by his hair with his left hand. He is easily able to return him to his feet, where he grabs him in a front face lock.

Kissens - The Rogues seemed to be working like a well oiled machine there for a bit, y'all.

Falcoon - Well it looks like individually they have different agendas.

GI then tosses the right arm of Plague over his head and lifts him straight into the air -- holding him in the vertical suplex for a few seconds. GI flops down to his back and drops Plague to the canvas with the stalling suplex, immediately hoisting himself back up to his feet. GI looks to his corner to see Greg extending his hand into the ring, looking for the tag. GI approaches and slaps his hand, sending the fans into a fit as Greg Jackson enters the ring. He runs to the center of the ring and lays across Plague, with the referee jumping in to make the count. 1... 2... Plague kicks out rather easily, with Greg scooping his opponent up by his hair -- and dragging him back up to his feet.

Kissens - That was close, baby!

Dunn - Not that close.

Once Plague is able to stand on his own power, Greg slides around behind him and locks him in a reverse waist lock. Plague is able to break the grip of Greg's hands in front of his body, and after freeing himself throws a right elbow back into the face of Greg to gain some separation. As he is able to stagger away from Greg and back towards his corner, Jackson regains his senses and charges at Plague from behind.

Kissens - Come on, Greggy!

He tackles Plague from behind and moves himself up towards his opponents head as he lays on his stomach. Jackson locks in a side headlock on Plague, keeping him just a few feet away from making the tag. Doing his best to free himself, Plague is able to drag himself up to his knees -- but Greg maintains a tight lock around his head and neck. After a few seconds of struggling, Plague is able to bring himself back up to his feet -- but he is bent forward, with Greg returning to his feet and tightening the headlock. Plague isn't able to do much except wrap both of his arms around Greg's torso, and start trying to stagger him backwards. He does so and forces Greg Jackson back into the Rogues corner -- with Plague, still in the headlock, being tagged out by JC. He enters the ring and lays a sharp right hook to Greg's face, causing him to release Plague from the headlock. Plague exits the ring while JC measures Greg up in the corner, bringing a sharp knee up into his abdomen. Jackson coughs a bit, remaining with his arms over the top rope and his feet on the mat.

Falcoon - JC is in the ring.

Dunn - And he's picking up with Greg exactly where he left off with Greg.

Kissens - You mean injuring him?

Dunn - Yes.

Kissens - Greg's not going to get injured this time, y'all.

JC grabs Greg around the back of his head and leads him off of the ropes, and right into a european uppercut that knocks Greg down to a seated position. JC steps forward and stomps Jackson right across the face, forcing him down to his back. The fans boo as JC walks around Greg, egging him on to get back up to his feet. Greg begins to do so, rolling onto his left side as he crawls up to his hands and knees. Once on all fours, JC brings another boot to the head of Greg -- sending him right back down to the canvas. The fans grow restless, wanting to see Greg get back up to his feet but everytime he gets close, JC is right there to knock him back down. Jackson puts his hands on the mat and begins pushing himself up off of it, with JC reaching down and cradling Greg's head on either side. He leads Jackson back up to his feet and grabs a hold of his right arm. He wrenches it and then tucks it around the front of Greg's neck, then stepping behind him with his hand clutching Greg's right wrist. He pushes Greg from behind, spinning him around and away from JC as he keeps a hold of Jackson's wrist -- and yanks him back towards him once both mens arms are fully extended. JC thrusts his right foot up, looking for a big boot, but Greg is able to duck underneath the kick. As he slides along the mat, he pops back up to his feet and dives to his corner -- tagging in the very eager Chase Johnson.

Kissens - Greg tagged in CJ!

Dunn - Listen to this crowd!

JC slowly lumbers around while CJ climbs up to the top rope, and perches himself there in a crouched position. The fans explode as Chase leaps from the top rope and extends both of his legs out infront of him, leaving JC no time to react as he brings both of his boots into his chest -- sending him flopping to the mat with the top rope front dropkick.

Falcoon - This place is coming unglued.

Chase immediately picks himself back up to his feet, while JC gasps for air on the canvas. An energized CJ walks over to JC and lifts him up to his knees, then takes a step back as he squares off to his opponent. He brings the shin of his right leg across JC's left cheek, followed by him leaping into the air to execute a spinning back kick with his left foot that nails JC right in the sternum. Remaining on his knees JC holds his chest as CJ turns his back to his opponent and rushes towards the opposite set of ropes. He gains a full head of steam as he turns and bounces off of the ring cables, heading back at the kneeling JC. He stops short right infront of his adversary -- only to smack him straight across his face with an open handed slap.

Dunn - Bitchslap!

Falcoon - Now was that really smart?

Kissens - He could have kicked his head off with the amount of speed he built up.

Dunn - Disrespect is so much more hurtful, though.

Finally regaining his breath, JC rises back up to his feet to find CJ standing tall right infront of him. The two men stand chest-to-chest, engaged in a stare down of epic proportions. In retaliation, JC slaps CJ right across his left cheek -- sending his head shifting to the right. The fans gasp from the blatant disrespect from both men, quickly having their attention brought back to the ring as CJ hits JC with a second slap that makes the first one look like a love tap. Again the fans rumble with shock, as JC extends the slap battle -- this time nailing a knife edge chop to the exposed chest of Chase Johnson. The sound of flesh smacking flesh echoes through the arena, with CJ clutching his torso with his left hand. He quickly retaliates with a short right forearm to JC's jaw, staggering the big man back a little. In response JC feints a right hook, and instead kicks his left knee up into Chase's stomach -- bending him over, which allows an opening for JC to exploit. He drives his bicep across the underside of CJ's jaw, bringing him down to a knee with a european uppercut. Chase keeps fighting, and gets back up to his feet almost a second later.

Falcoon - He has too much heart.

Kissens - And he's letting it ruin his game plan, y'all.

Dunn - No way he wanted to strike with JC.

Chase is too dazed to muster up a defense to JC, as he lunges forward and drives CJ to the mat with a huge lariat. JC doesn't keep CJ on the mat for long, instead choosing to bring him back up to his feet. There he rears back his right arm yet again, and devastates the head of Johnson with another impactful clothesline. Chase hits the canvas again, only to be scooped up a third time by JC. As he gets to his feet, JC pulls his right arm back -- but somehow CJ avoids it when he swings it forward.

Falcoon - He barely avoided that.

CJ lays out and makes the tag, bringing in GI who immediately rushes at his brother -- and takes him down with a flying cross body block.

Kissens - GI is in!

Dunn - And JC is down!

The arena shakes with GI's entrance to the ring. While laying over him he lays hard fists to his face, keeping JC laying on the mat. He is able to fight his way back up towards his feet, but GI continues his assault -- and forces JC back into a neutral corner. Feeling he is dazed enough, GI backs out towards the middle of the ring while the referee checks on JC. GI then breaks off into a sprint towards JC -- who grabs a hold of the referee's shirt and pulls him infront of his body. This causes GI to connect with a huge body splash on both men, sandwiching the referee and flattening him to the mat.

Falcoon - That cheap bastard!

Dunn - Or he's just smart.

GI focuses on the referee, and doesn't notice JC rush out of the corner. JC knees GI right in his abdomen, doubling him over and making him cough furiously. JC makes a throat cutting gesture and approaches one of the neutral corners, slowly climbing up the turnbuckle from inside the ring. As he gets to the second rope he is stopped as a running CJ nails a jumping elbow strike -- nearly knocking JC unconscious on the ropes. He remains doubled over on the top turnbuckle, as CJ slowly climbs up the corner to join JC up top.

Falcoon - What is he doing?

Kissens - Doesn't he know he's not the legal man?

Dunn - The referee is out anyways. He just wants to do damage.

Chase gets himself to the second rope, and chooses to straddle the turnbuckle. He bends forward and butterflies both of JC's arms behind his back -- hooking his arms through, and grasping his hands together.

Dunn - He's going for the Tiger Driver!

Kissens - You mean the Kozmopolit--

Dunn - No. Tiger Driver.

Kissens - I tho--

Dunn - Shhhh!

CJ slowly brings his feet up to the top rope, when suddenly Dude JoB enters the ring and runs towards the corner. Using the back of JC as a step, he hops up to the top rope in one bound and immediately springs up into the air -- wrapping both of his legs around CJ's head and flipping him backwards towards the ring. Chase hits the canvas with the top rope Hurricanrana, as JC lowers himself down from the ropes.

Falcoon - JC got very lucky there!

Kissens - Dude JoB saved him, and took out CJ in the process.

DJ looks very proud of what he has done, when he is grabbed from behind by GI. He spins Dude JoB around and grabs him around his neck and shoulders in a Downward Spiral position. Instead he lifts DJ straight up into the air, as if for a suplex, but then lays out and drives Dude JoB's head straight down to the mat with a modified DDT.

Dunn - Lethal Dosage! That's one of his signature moves!

Falcoon - First time he has pulled it off in an OWF ring.

The fans erupt as GI gets back to his feet, with the referee just starting to come to his senses. With GI's eyes locked on the referee, he doesn't see Plague enter the ring and slip behind him. When he finally turns around he is laid out with a huge Superkick to the jaw, hushing the crowd.

Kissens - The Vaccine by Plague! GI had no way of avoiding it, either, y'all.

Plague shouts insults at GI, oblivious to the fact that Greg Jackson has begun his ascent up to the top rope from his corner. The fans grow incredibly excited as Plague stumbles around to see Jackson flip from the top rope. As he reaches Plague he grabs his head and falls to the mat, executing a flipping neckbreaker directly in the middle of the ring.

Dunn - NOW THE BLACKJACK!!

Kissens - YES!! GREG!! GO!!

Falcoon - This is getting out of hand, and the fans are going wild!

Greg pops right back up to his feet and sees a recovered JC leaning back into the corner. He rushes at the big man, who is able to kick his right foot up and connect with Jackson between his legs. He is bent over, and JC steps forward -- tucking Greg's head between his legs. He bends down and hooks his arms under Gregs while securing a grasp on the back of his thighs -- immediately lifting him up, and sitting out to execute the Package Piledriver.

Kissens - NO! The Answer on Greg!

Dunn - I agree with you now Gordie. This is intense.

JC pulls himself back up in the ring, staring down at Greg with a look of rage in his eyes. After a moment he spins himself around, only to be kicked in the stomach by Chase Johnson -- who bends him forward, and tucks his head between his legs. Chase butterflies both of his arms yet again, with the fans all standing up to their feet.

Dunn - Going for the Tiger Driver again!

CJ is about to lift JC up into the air, when Trent Steel runs from the crowd and hops over the steel barricade. In his hands he carries a steel folding chair, and he enters the ring. Chase has no time to react as Trent destroys the chair as he brings it over CJ's head.

Falcoon - That piece of shit!

He remains standing for a moment, out on his feet while JC spins out of the butterfly hold -- keeping CJ's left arm hooked in the process. He stands himself up and yanks CJ towards him while bringing his right foot up. He connects with the big boot right to CJ's jaw, knocking him unconscious as he falls to the mat.

Dunn - Big Boot of Death!

Kissens - CJ was out before that.

Falcoon - This is horseshit!

Trent leaves the ring with the chair in hand while JC pulls the groggy referee over towards Chase Johnson's body. JC lays on top of him, as the fans pelt the ring with garbage of all sorts.

Kissens - No, come on!

Dunn - Not like this.

The referee finally gets into position and begins the count. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - The winners of the match, moving on to the Finals -- JC, Dude JoB and Plague... The Rogues!

Falcoon - Jesus christ, CJ is out again.

JC stands up over his fallen adversary, shouting insults into his face as CJ lays on his back.

Dunn - The referee lost a sense of who the legal men were.

Kissens - JC was legal for his team, and I'm just glad nobody was seriously injured.

Falcoon - You mean, Greg wasn't injured.

Kissens - Well, yeah.

Dude JoB and Plague regroup with JC and pull him from the ring, where they are joined up by Trent Steel, who has pulled a microphone from his trenchcoat pocket -- before all four men begin making their way up the ramp.

Falcoon - CJ, Greg and GI gave the Rogues a lot to deal with. In the end it just wasn't enough.

Kissens - Kind of hard to beat a team with an extra person advantage.

Dunn - To be honest, CJ and his team should have expected that Trent would appear.

Falcoon - They shouldn't have to think about that.

Dunn - Maybe not, but it's a fact of life when you go against the Rogues you go against them all.

The referee checks on CJ while the Rogues watch on from the ramp, retreating towards the back while Trent begins to speak.

Trent Steel - Thought you could get away without getting a taste of me? Wrong! You fucked up! I told you months ago when you tried to pull me back that I would get you you smug smartass idiot! Well guess what. Until you so chose to try and retake your job you are my bitch. Even afterwards you are going to fucking wish you would have stayed gone. I am done playing with you. We are done being told what to do by someone who doesn't understand their job. You stay out of our matches and you fucking stay in the back where you belong. You learn this and I might be nice...and let you keep some of your teeth!

The fans boo Trent's every word.

Trent Steel - And GI? Thought you were real fucking smart didn't you boy! Did you really think a simple backstage attack was going to stop me? You don't get it do you? I am on a whole other level of violence than you. I am the fucking king of the PDA division here. You want to take me out. I got a solution for you. You want revenge against me? You do it in the ring. Until then do the smart thing and don't try to one up me.

All four men disappear behind the curtains.

Kissens - Trent just sent a message to CJ, verbally now.

Dunn - I'm not sure if CJ knows what he got himself into.

Falcoon - If one thing is for sure, The Rogues have a big task ahead of them as they are forced to compete in the Main Event next!

Dunn - That is right after this quick break.

From the entrance way we can see a group of ring technicians heading out from the sides of the ramp, wheeling steel carts with the pieces of steel cage sitting upon them. The feed then cuts out.

OWF
PRESENTS

SHOCK AND TERROR
Featuring an Electrified Steel Cage Match

LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW ON JUNE 28TH, 2009
FROM THE SCOTIABANK PALACE IN OTTAWA, ONTARIO, CANADA!

The feed comes back to the Redbird Arena, as we pick up a shot of the announcers booth at ringside as the final panel of the cage is attached to the adjacent side of the ring.

Falcoon - And we're back.

Dunn - And we're already making preparations for the next Pay Per View.

Kissens - Last year Shock and Terror and High Voltage were held as a double-header.

Dunn - This time it gets a chance to stand alone.

Falcoon - You have to wonder who is going to end up facing off in the cage.

A few last bolts are secured into place, and a majority of the ring technicians retreat to the back.

Kissens - Last year Greggy and Vacant used it to settle their differences over the Network Championship.

Dunn - I have a feeling we will see neither of those guys competing in it this year.

Falcoon - Obviously not Vacant, but Greg could end up in it.

Dunn - If he sticks around.

From next to the announcers booth, Missy Janson picks herself up from her seat -- with the cameras cutting to a shot of the chain-link cage set up around the ring during the break.

Kissens - GREG'S RELIABLE!

Dunn - Sure -- and you're not a whore, right?

Kissens - Right.

Dunn - Gotcha.

The cameras cut back to Missy as she grabs a microphone from the time keepers table.

Dunn - Anyways, lets send it to Missy so we can get this match underway.

Falcoon - I'm with you.

Keeping herself at ringside she lifts the microphone up to her lips, and begins to speak into the microphone.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the Evening -- and it is the Finals of the Three Man Tag Team Tournament, with the winners of this match receiving a shot at the OWF World Heavyweight Championship, along with a shot at the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships -- with the competitor securing the last elimination gaining the World Title shot.

The fans cheer, with Missy pausing to allow them to quiet down.

Missy Janson - It is a Steel Cage Warfare Match, where three competitors from all opposing teams will start out in the ring. After ten minutes another person will be entered -- followed by another competitor every five minutes after that. The winning team will be the one with any amount of members left standing when the rest of the teams have been eliminated by pinfall or submission.

Missy gasps to regain her breath, and looks right into the camera as she continues.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, representing Team Five, from Little Rock, Arkansas... Coca-Cola Kid!

The lights dim low in the arena and suddenly a bright flash pops across the screen -- followed by red and white streamers covering the ramp. From the speakers echos a familiar voice.

PA System - Hahaha... I love Coke... A... Cola KID!

The fans leap to their feet as "Lit Up" by Buck Cherry hits the speakers and Coca-Cola Kid steps through the curtains, decked out in his red spandex gear.

PA System - I love the soda... I love the soda!

The loyal OWF fans applaud the man as he makes his way towards ringside, and climbs up the steel ring steps to enter through the cage. Once inside he passes by the referee, and moves to the far corner.

Dunn - This is trouble right here.

Falcoon - Coca-Cola Kid could be alone for up to fifteen minutes.

Kissens - Hopefully for him either Slayer or Williams gets entered after the first ten minutes are up.

Coca-Cola Kid's music fades out, while Missy prepares for further introductions on the outside.

Missy Janson - Out to the ring next, from Haiti... Representing the Caribbean Slaugherhouse -- 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 his valet Stefanie behind him. 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 steel ring steps and as the camera zooms in, Porta leans his back on the ropes as he soaks in all the love from the rabid crowd.

Kissens - The fans are firmly behind Porta and his team.

Dunn - There's no way they'd be pulling for The Rogues.

Falcoon - And like me and Jackie, they don't want to see Jesse accomplish another feat.

He enters through the open cage door, and stands across the ring from Coca-Cola Kid as his music fades out.

Missy Janson - And finally, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Representing the Rogues -- 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 heading towards the steel ring steps. He 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 climbs up the steps and enters the ring, discarding all objects in his hands to the floor on the outside. As he makes his way inside of the ring, Plague hops up to one of the neutral corners -- getting booed heavily.

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 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's music fades out as Missy sits herself on the outside -- with the referee keeping the cage door open for future entrants.

Falcoon - All three of our competitors starting the match are in the ring.

Dunn - And the finals are about to kick off right now.

The referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The match starts off very uneventfully as the three competitors remain in their corners -- eyeing one another up. The first bit of action comes from Porta Prince, who runs across the ring and takes an unsuspecting Plague down to the mat with a running shoulder block. Coca-Cola Kid stays back and watches Porta assault Plague with vicious kicks to the back of his head and neck. After a few seconds, Porta stops attacking Plague and reaches down to grab a hold of him by his hair. He tugs his adversary up to his feet, still holding onto his hair from the back of his head before breaking into a sprint towards the nearest side of the ring. With all of his might Porta Prince tosses Plague face-first into the chain link steel cage -- sending him flopping down to the mat after impact. With his focus still on Plague, Porta doesn't notice Coca-Cola Kid creep up behind him until he leaps onto his back and locks the big man in a sleeper hold.

Falcoon - CCK is doing whatever his frail body will allow him to.

Kissens - Which isn't much.

Porta swings his arms around as CCK tries to drain the life from his opponent. Instead Prince reaches both of his hands up, and grasps CCK around the back of his head and whips him down to the mat over his head. Coca-Cola Kid sits himself up as he tries to get away from Porta, who steps forward and scoops CCK back up to his feet. Porta glances over his shoulder to see Plague dragging himself up in the corner, which prompts Prince to push CCK across the ring to the opposite corner. There he isolates his right arm by grabbing it at the wrist, and irish whips Coca-Cola Kid across the ring. He sprints at Plague who rests himself, back-first in the corner, and notices CCK charging at him -- and just gets both of his boots up to connect with Coca-Cola Kid's face. The strike staggers CCK backwards into the grasp of Porta Prince -- who secures a hold around his midsection while tucking his own head under Coca-Cola Kid's right arm. With ease Prince launces CCK over his head, dropping him onto his with a Back Drop suplex.

Dunn - What power by Porta Prince.

Falcoon - So far it has been all him for the duration of the match.

Kissens - He got the jump on both of his opponents early on, and hasn't let up.

As Porta gets back up to his feet, he notices Plague running out of the corner -- with his sights set on Prince. As he reaches the middle of the ring Porta leaps into a short sprint, and levels Plague with a running clothesline -- toppling him down to the canvas, and bringing a huge roar from the crowd with Porta the last man standing.

Falcoon - Again Porta is still standing!

Kissens - And the fans couldn't be more pleased to see it, y'all.

Porta Prince backs into one of the corners, getting himself a good view of both of his opponents as they struggle to return to their feet. The first to begin to do so is CCK who starts pushing himself up to his hands and knees on the mat. Prince remains stationary in the corner, turning his head to glance at Plague who has begun lifting himself up as well. Porta forces him back down to the mat with a hard stomp to the back of his head, then turns to look at CCK who has gotten up to his knees. He approaches him from behind and drags CCK up to his feet, and swings him up over his shoulder. Porta walks towards Plague and swings Coca-Cola Kid down with a front powerslam -- bringing him back-first across the small of Plague's back.

Falcoon - Porta has a firm hold of the control in this match.

The impact keeps Plague on the mat, while CCK is forced up to a seated position on the canvas. Porta rounds around both men, and measures him up as he squares himself to Coca-Cola Kid.

Dunn - Move CCK!

Porta punts CCK right across his chest, knocking him down to the mat with the single blow. Prince returns his attention to Plague, laying a second stomp to the back of his head -- then goes back to Coca-Cola Kid to drop an elbow across his abdomen. He goes back and forth between the two men, trying to gain a definite advantage while only the three of them in the ring. A buzzer sounds, with Porta and the entire arena glancing to the stage, and through the curtains runs Dude JoB.

Falcoon - Plague is going to get some help, as Dude JoB is in now.

Missy Janson - Representing The Rogues... Dude JoB!

He runs down the ramp and quickly ascends the steel ring steps to enter the ring. By the time he gets in Porta is waiting for him and greets DJ with a sharp right hook.

Dunn - From now on, another superstar will come out every five minutes.

Dude JoB is stunned for a moment, but fires back with a snap shin kick that catches Porta across his stomach. Although the wind is knocked from his torso, Prince swings his right arm upwards and nails DJ with a european uppercut -- buying himself some time as he places his hands on his knees, and tries to catch his breath. He is abruptly interrupted by Plague, who has recovered enough to nail Porta across his exposed back with a clubbing forearm -- dropping him to his knees as DJ returns to his feet. He joins in with Plague in beating on Porta, bringing a stiff right hand to his face and keeping him down in a kneeling position.

Falcoon - Plague is helping out his partner.

Dunn - I think it's the other way around, actually.

The two Rogue members stop their assault to grab each of Porta's arms and bring him up to his feet. As they stand him up they execute a double irish whip, sending Porta running across the ring. CCK has to step out of the way to avoid being crushed as Prince turns around and bounces off of the ropes back-first. He sprints back at both men -- who leaps into the air and deck Porta with a double dropkick to the chest. All three hit the mat at nearly the same time, with Plague and DJ returning to their feet to receive a smattering of boo's. They focus on the crowd and don't notice Coca-Cola Kid returning to his feet. He sprints and leaps into the air, attempting a cross body block on both men -- but he is easily caught and held horizontally across the chests of both men. They toss CCK over their heads with a fallaway slam with such power that Coca-Cola Kid hits the steel cage, and collapses down to the canvas.

Dunn - Teamwork seems to be prevailing so far.

Kissens - Plague was screwed until Dude JoB got in there.

Falcoon - Meanwhile, Coca-Cola Kid is just screwed.

Almost the second DJ and Plague turn their attention back to Porta, the buzzer sounds, as the cameras cut to the ramp to see Ray Lopes entering into the arena -- with a much warmer reception than he got earlier.

Missy Janson - For Caribbean Slaughterhouse -- Ray Lopes!

Falcoon - Now CS and the Rogues have two men in the ring.

Dunn - And poor CCK is left by himself.

Ray charges down the ramp and hops up the steel steps before entering the ring through the cage door. Both Dude JoB and Plague turn to face the new entrant to the ring -- with Plague receiving a devastating right elbow strike once Lopes moves off towards him. After hitting Plague, Ray spins around and blocks a left hook from DJ with his right forearm, and knocks him to his back with a short left jab to the mouth. Before he can turn back around Plague grabs Ray in a reverse waist lock, which Lopes is able to easily escape by pulling apart Plague's hands. He swoops around the back of Plague and grabs him in a reverse waist lock of his own -- when Porta returns to his feet, and charges at his restrained adversary. Prince extends his right arm and nails a devastating clothesline at the exact second that Ray lifts Plague off of the mat, and begins tossing him over his head. With the added momentum Plague is dumped onto the back of his head with the clothesline/german suplex combination.

Kissens - There's some teamwork by Caribbean Slaughterhouse.

Falcoon - Maybe not planned, but Teamwork either way.

As Porta returns to his feet he finds himself on the receiving end of a powerful roundhouse kick from Dude JoB, that catches him upon the side of his head, dropping him to his knees with one strike. Noticing Lopes getting back up off of the mat, DJ leaps into the air and extends both of his boots right into the face of Porta Prince -- laying him out upon his back with the dropkick. Dude JoB is unable to return to his feet before Ray reaches him and fires down upon his shoulder blades with two consecutive forearm clubs. Having a bit of an advantage over his opponent, Ray stands DJ straight up and pushes him all the way across the ring. He stops when Dude JoB is resting against the ropes, and grabs a hold of his left arm. Lopes yanks DJ off of the ropes and throws him into a sprint with an irish whip.

Dunn - Reversal on the whip by Dude Job!

Dude JoB reverses it and instead throws Ray across the ring. He turns and hits the ropes back-first, and heads charging back at Lopes. At the same moment both Lopes and DJ leap into the air and try to execute a dropkick to one another -- but both come up empty, and crash down upon their faces.

Kissens - They both had the same plan there.

Falcoon - And neither was able to execute that plan.

The timer rings out again, as everyone in the ring glances towards the stage. EJ Slayer walks out through the curtains, being booed immediately.

Missy Janson - From Team 5... EJ Slayer!

Falcoon - Not-so warm welcome for EJ.

CCK smiles as Slayer walks casually down the ramp, with the members of the ring all try to get back up to their feet. He slowly steps up the ring steps and enters the ring, locking his eyes on Plague, who is the first back up to his feet. As he rises to his feet with his back to Slayer, EJ rushes at him from behind and grabs a tight hold of Plague by the back of his head and tights. He tosses Plague head-first into the steel cage, splitting him open above his eye before gravity sends him crashing down to the mat. Coca-Cola Kid gets up to his feet and walks next to Slayer -- who basically ignores him as the recovered Porta Prince charges at both men. Thinking quick EJ boots Porta in the stomach which staggers him back a bit.

Dunn - That was close.

Falcoon - CCK was so happy to see Slayer, he nearly distracted him.

Slayer then turns to his side and grabs Coca-Cola Kid around his waist, and tucks his head under his arm. He lifts CCK up as if he is going for a back drop, but instead he tosses Coca-Cola Kid from his shoulder -- his legs extended towards Porta's head. He wraps both of his legs around the neck of Prince, and tries to swing back for a hurricanrana -- but Porta is able to gain control over CCK's weak body. He holds his opponent in the powerbomb position, until Slayer rushes up and grabs Coca-Cola Kid by his head. He yanks him backwards with such force that Porta loses his balance and is flipped over onto his back -- with CCK hitting the assisted hurricanrana.

Dunn - Brilliant!

Kissens - That was an offensive move for CCK.

Falcoon - Very rare, indeed.

CCK remains on the canvas, while Ray Lopes and Dude JoB slowly get up to their knees and begin duking it out again. Ray hits a short right hand, and Dude JoB counters with a forceful headbutt to Ray's brow. In retaliation Lopes nails a headbutt of his own, dazing both men upon impact. EJ Slayer is the only competitor still on his feet, as the buzzer chimes yet again. The cameras cut to the stage as JC enters onto it, receiving hell as soon as he becomes visible.

Missy Janson - Out next, representing The Rogues... JC!

Falcoon - And now The Rogues have all three members in the ring.

Dunn - Or on the way to the ring.

After making his way to ringside JC steps up through the opening in the steel cage, drawing the attention of most of the prior entrants. The action stops as the teams split off, with Lopes and Porta retreating to their corner as JC joins up with Plague and DJ. Slayer pulls CCK off of the mat and hangs him up in the corner, then turns himself to keep his eyes on the members of the match. Out of nowhere Dude JoB sprints across the ring at Slayer -- who side steps him, but allows DJ to splash Coca-Cola Kid in the corner. EJ gains a measure of revenge by stepping in behind DJ and grabs his head -- slamming his face straight into the turnbuckle. Slayer looks to grasp Dude JoB from behind, but he is attacked by JC who nails an elbow strike right on EJ's neck. Slayer drops to his knees, slightly stunned while the other members of the match take a breather.

Kissens - We're nearing that point where people have to start using strategy.

Dunn - They have to remain relatively fresh for when eliminations come into play.

Falcoon - Some guys just can't control their emotions inside of the ring.

Kissens - Plus it also depends on who wants to take up for their partners defense, y'all.

JC drags Slayer up to his feet, but he is struck with a devastating forearm to the face -- knocking JC back into the middle of the ring. As he stumbles back Porta steps forward and thrusts his right leg up towards JC's head -- but he sidesteps the blow, and sprints off towards the ropes. As JC returns he absolutely obliterates Porta Prince with a running big boot -- generating enough force to flip Porta over onto his stomach. Ray tries to defend his partner, but is grabbed by Plague who holds Ray tightly against the cage. He tries to grind Ray's head against the chain link, but Lopes spins Plague around and slams his head against the cage. He follows that up by rearing his right arm back and striking Plague as many times as he can -- trying to free himself up.

Dunn - God, what a boot.

Falcoon - JC does terrible things to people sometimes.

Kissens - He's just so strong.

EJ Slayer approaches JC, but he is attacked from behind by a recovered Dude JoB -- who lays a shin kick to the back of Slayer's right thigh. The big man stumbles forward, with DJ in pursuit. The buzzer rings throughout the arena, with the fans exploding into a roar of cheers as Vernon Somoza runs out from the curtains.

Missy Janson - Coming out to the ring, from Caribbean Slaughterhouse... Vernon Somoza!

Falcoon - Now the Rogues and Caribbean Slaughterhouse have all of their members entered.

Dunn - Just Jesse and then we can start eliminating people.

Kissens - I expect everyone to be worn out by then, y'all.

He darts down the ramp and bypasses the steel steps -- sliding through the open cage door, and under the bottom rope. He picks himself up where he is met by Dude JoB, turning himself away from Slayer, who he easily disposes of with a boot to the stomach. Following that up he grabs Dude JoB by the back of his head and tosses him face-first into one of the chain link panels. As Somoza turns around he is met with a sharp elbow from JC, which he easily shakes off. Vernon fires back and connects with a left haymaker, followed by a gut punch that sends all the air out of JC's lungs. He doubles over, with Somoza taking two steps back -- then lunging forward, bringing his right foot across the left side of JC's face. The strike merely stands the big man up, as he stares at Vernon while holding the side of his face.

Falcoon - Which of these two behemoths will flinch first?

Dunn - They'll probably both go until they can't stand.

Kissens - Which shouldn't be too long from now considering their strength.

Neither man gets to continue their assault on one another as Ray Lopes comes from behind JC, and Slayer approaches Somoza from his side. Slayer nails a right elbow that drops Vernon to his knees, while Ray chop blocks JC. Coca-Cola Kid gets up to his feet and heads towards Slayer, looking to help him deal with Vernon. Slayer lifts Vernon off of the mat, but he is met with an open palm thrust to the throat as he stands. EJ backs off, allowing Vernon to deck CCK with a left jab and then to turn himself back towards JC. He sees Lopes holding JC in a front face lock, and he approaches from the opposite side -- applying one as well. Both Lopes and Somoza hook the arms of JC over their head, and lift him straight up into the air -- with both men falling back at the same exact moment, nailing a double suplex.

Dunn - Ray maybe would have been able to do that on his own.

Falcoon - But why not use added strength for extra pain?

The fans cheer the team work by both men as they return to their feet, but as they do both Dude JoB and Plague attack them head-on. Both pairs of men begin exchanging vicious blows to the face, with neither The Rogues or Caribbean Slaughter giving an inch.

Falcoon - This is turning into an all out war.

Dunn - They don't call it Steel Cage Warfare for nothing.

The buzzer chimes for the last time, with the fans instantly booing there is only one entrant left. Jesse Williams appears from the entrance way and walks to the ring with a bandage covering his forehead from injuries suffered on Addiction.

Missy Janson - And the final entrant, from Team 5... Jesse Williams!

Williams eyes up the ring and casually walks down the ramp.

Dunn - Now we move to pinfalls and submissions with the arrival of our Champion.

Jesse climbs up the steel ring steps and enters the ring -- with the steel cage door being closed and locked behind him. As he enters he meets up with Slayer and watches the rest of the ring going wild with action. Dude JoB gains an advantage on Lopes and pushes him down to the canvas, mounting him to nail further strikes upon him. Meanwhile Plague and Somoza roll along the ropes until Plague kicks up his right leg -- nailing Somoza with a knee to his gut. With that, Plague takes off towards the ropes all the way across the ring -- turning his back to Somoza, who immediately peels himself from the side of the ring and stands himself in the center of it. As Plague returns he is startled by Somoza's progress and leaps into the air -- but is caught across the chest of Vernon Somoza. In an instant Somoza runs Plague straight into the cage, then turns him around and nails a front powerslam.

Falcoon - El Pinolero!

Somoza stands himself up to see EJ Slayer instructing Coca-Cola Kid to go up top from the corner his team retreated to. Vernon pretends not to see him as CCK reaches the top turnbuckle and leaps from it. He wraps both of his legs around Vernon's head, but Somoza catches Coca-Cola Kid and powerbombs him down on top of the recently planted Plague -- and collapses across both men, pinning their shoulders to the mat. The referee checks on both side and slaps the mat with both hands. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - Plague and Coca-Cola Kid have been eliminated!

Falcoon - Double elimination!

Dunn - Smart move.

As Vernon begins pushing himself up to his feet, he doesn't notice Jesse Williams and EJ Slayer taking up positions in front and behind him -- while CCK and Plague are removed through the cage door, which is opened for a moment. Vernon gets back to his feet where he is crushed with a running forearm strike, knocking him backwards. He backpeddles into the clutches of Jesse Williams, who grabs Somoza in a reverse waist lock. Using the big mans own momentum, Williams whips Somoza over his head and executes a flawless German Suplex -- bridging his back to pin his shoulders to the mat.

Kissens - Jesus what a move.

Falcoon - It's as if they sacrificed Coca-Cola Kid to get Somoza out in the open.

With the rest of his teammates tied up, Slayer is able to approach and sit down upon the legs of Somoza -- packaging him up into an unescapable pin, with the referee diving in to make the count. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - Vernon Somoza has been eliminated!

Dunn - And just like that, we're down to six.

Falcoon - With each team losing a member.

Kissens - I told you guys, this match took a lot out of everyone by the time everyone was entered.

Falcoon - The freshest guys are the ones most recently entered.

Both Slayer and Williams push Somoza towards the now open cage door, where he is pulled out of the ring. Porta Prince finally returns to his feet and sees his partner eliminated, and grows enraged. He charges at Williams and Slayer, who both turn right into a double clothesline from Prince. Slayer hits the mat and stays on his back for a few moments, with more damage incurred than Williams -- while Jesse immediately rolls back up to his feet, and into a sharp left hand from Porta. He turns the first strike into a combination of them, nailing a right forearm and a left jab within seconds of the first shot. Porta Prince then grabs his dazed opponent, and lifts him up over his shoulder -- only to place him back onto his feet between the ring ropes and the steel cage. The fans all jump to their feet as Porta Prince builds up a huge head of steam and he heads across the ring. The moment he turns and hits the ropes with his back, a recovered JC knocks him to the side with a running shoulder block -- with a large amount of boo's coming from the crowd.

Dunn - JC saved Willi--

Just as Jesse looks to get back into the ring, JC rushes at the side of the ring he is stuck at. He brings his right foot up, clearing the top rope, and crushes Williams with a running big boot -- slamming the back of his head into the cage, and toppling him down to the apron.

Falcoon - Holy shit!

The fans gasp as blood begins to flow from the back of Jesse's head. JC stares down at Williams, receiving a mixed reaction from the crowd as he slowly spins himself back towards the ring. Once he turns himself around, EJ Slayer is right there to gain a measure of revenge for his partner. He does so with a short forearm, following it up by grabbing a hold of JC's right arm. He attempts an irish whip, but JC counters and tosses Slayer across the ring. As he sprints forward Porta Prince brings himself back to his feet and lunges forward looking for a clothesline. EJ ducks and this allows JC to step forward and hoist Porta up onto his shoulders in a standing firemans carry. He spins Porta around and nails him with a sitout spinebuster -- pinning his shoulders to the mat.

Dunn - Solitare Unraveling!

Kissens - Porta had no idea that was coming.

EJ steps forward, but then waives off his attempt to break it up -- with the referee sliding in to make the count. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - Porta Prince has been eliminated from the match!

Dunn - That only leaves Lopes for CS.

Both Ray Lopes and Dude JoB, having a wide opening, rush across the ring and DJ is able to nail an unsuspecting EJ Slayer with a leaping forearm -- backing him into one of the corners as Porta rolls from the ring, exiting through the open door. Lopes steps back and turns his attention towards Jesse. Meanwhile DJ throws everything he can at Slayer, while Jesse Williams begins pulling himself off of the mat. Lopes is stopped dead in his tracks as JC cuts him off and grabs the Champion by his hair, and brings him up to his feet. Jesse breaks away and falls back against the ropes -- using them to spring forward and nail JC with a stiff forearm. The big man shakes off the strike and attempts one of his own, but Jesse ducks under it and forces JC against the ropes -- keeping him there with a well-placed shin kick to the abdomen. Jesse turns around to see Dude JoB keeping Slayer stuck in the opposing corner, which sends Williams off towards him.

Kissens - This has turned into Slayer and Williams against the Rogues.

Falcoon - I don't understand why.

Kissens - Different ideals.

Jesse grabs Dude JoB from behind and spins him around -- only to be caught with a short right jab to the mouth in defense. Dude JoB turns his attention away from Slayer and approaches Jesse, laying a stiff kick to his chest. Williams staggers down to his knees, as Dude JoB sees JC relaxing in the corner. A recovered Ray Lopes watches the action, relaxing in one of the corners of the ring just waiting for an opening.

Falcoon - Nobody wants a piece of Lopes.

Dunn - I bet he's loving that.

As Dude JoB turns himself around he is locked into a katahajime hold by Slayer -- who tries to drain the life from DJ. He is unable to take him down to the mat, and instead releases the hold -- whipping Dude JoB face first into the cage. He doesn't lose his footing and staggers back at Slayer -- who grabs him around his shoulders, and sweeps out his legs. He drives Dude JoB down on top of his head with a one-armed swinging powerbomb -- and immediately collapses on top of him.

Falcoon - First the Stranglehold, and then The Violent End!

The referee dives in and administers the pinfall. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - Dude JoB has been eliminated!

Falcoon - Now JC is the last remaining Rogue.

Kissens - While Slayer and Williams seem to have the advantage by numbers.

As Slayer returns to his feet he notices Lopes pulling himself from his corner, and stepping towards him. As he passes by Williams, he spins Ray around and slaps him across the face. The moment Ray heads off towards Jesse, he is grabbed from behind by EJ Slayer -- who butterflies both of his arms behind his back. Slayer calls to Jesse, who turns to face the held Ray Lopes.

Dunn - Yes! Decapitatio--

Jesse stuttersteps and brings his right leg up at Ray's head -- but Lopes rolls from EJ's grasp. Jesse stops himself short of superkicking Slayer, but Ray shoves Williams forward. The partners knock heads as Ray grabs Jesse by his bloody hair, and throws him against the side of the cage. While he collapses to the mat Slayer staggers backwards into the corner -- and is immediately hoisted up by an enraged Ray Lopes. He sits Slayer on the top rope and then pulls him over his shoulders into a standing firemans carry position. He tosses the much larger man off of his shoulders, while Ray falls to his back and brings his bent knees upward. Slayer crashes down, stomach-first, across Ray's knees -- sending him to all fours on the canvas.

Dunn - The Boxcutter on Slayer!

Lopes wastes no time as he bends down and scoops Slayer up within a second, and grabs a hold of his head in a front face lock.

Falcoon - He's not done!

Ray hooks the right leg of EJ and cradles it, then lifts Slayer up into the air -- falling back to execute a Cradle DDT, which Ray turns into a pinning situation.

Kissens - DLE -- Dissention Level Effect!

The referee slides into place as Williams crawls towards his partner. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - EJ Slayer has been eliminated!

Falcoon - Miscommunication has evened the odds.

Dunn - That's unbelievable.

Kissens - Having doubts about your team?

Jesse gets back up to his feet and immediately goes to work on Ray, kicking the hell out of his upper body as he tries getting up to his feet. Slayer removes himself from the ring on his own will, while Williams pummels Ray with kick after kick. At first JC seems content on watching the two men beat the hell out of each other, but now he steps off and grabs Williams. He spins the Champion around and tosses him face-first into the steel cage -- dropping him down to the canvas, while JC heads off to pick up where Jesse left off with Lopes. The fans watch as JC scoops Lopes from the mat and lays him against the nearest set of ropes upon his back. He whips his open hand across Ray's chest, chopping him so hard that the blood vessels pop under his skin. Within a second of that, JC brings his right knee straight up into Ray's abdomen -- doubling him over a bit. Once bent over, JC hooks his right arm under the left armpit of Ray and heads off across the ring. Using all of his strength JC hiptosses Ray from the ring, and slams him up against the cage. After impact Ray collapses on top of his head as he crashes back down to the mat, directly next to Jesse Williams.

Falcoon - JC is dominating these two.

Dunn - Looks like these former friends may have to put their differences aside to beat JC.

Kissens - I don't know if that will happen.

JC approaches both men and turns towards Jesse, bending over and grabbing him around his head. As he is lifted up the cameras and the crowd see an image of a very bloody Jesse Williams. As Williams stand, he voluntarily drops down to his knees and delivers a low blow to JC -- dropping him to his knees, and buying himself some time.

Falcoon - Cheap.

Dunn - Smart.

Kissens - It's smartly cheap.

Dunn - Smartly cheap. I like that.

Instead of taking a breather, Jesse looks at Ray who hasn't moved since he crashed down to the canvas. Williams grabs a hold of his arm and pulls him parallel to one of the turnbuckles, with Jesse limping towards it -- eventually climbing up rope by rope from the ring.

Falcoon - Jesse's going for the Swanton!

As he perches himself on the top rope, JC rushes in and again decks Jesse with running big boot -- with Ray rolling across the ring and away from the two men. The cage behind Wiliams prevents him from falling from the top, as JC quickly climbs up the ropes -- standing himself on the middle ropes on either side of the turnbuckle pad. He tucks Jesse's head between his legs, and hooks Williams at his elbows while securing a grasp behind his thighs.

Dunn - Jesus christ... NO!

Kissens - He's going to do it again!

As JC tries to nail the top rope Package Piledriver by lifting Williams up, Jesse hooks his feet on the top turnbuckle. This infuriates JC who releases his grasp and pounds away at Jesse's back. Instead of going for the same move, JC picks Jesse up over his shoulder into a standing firemans carry on the second rope. He spins Jesse out and drops him flat to his back from the second rope with the spinebuster -- with JC rolling across Jesse, hooking his leg in the process.

Falcoon - Solitare Unraveling from the second rope!

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

Kissens - He got him!

Missy Janson - Jesse Williams has been eliminated!

Falcoon - Holy shit. Team Five is done!

The fans explode in shock as JC stands himself up to his feet, extremely proud of himself.

Dunn - I call bullshit. I no longer care about this match.

Jesse rolls himself away from JC, who insults Williams on his way out of the cage. As he focuses on Ray, he doesn't notice Lopes sneak up behind him. Ray hooks JC between his legs and rolls him backwards onto his shoulders with a school boy pin.

Kissens - Ray could end it here, y'all!

The referee dives in and makes the count. 1... 2... JC kicks out of it at the last second, and rolls himself up to his feet.

Falcoon - JC lost focus for a moment.

Ray returns to his at about the same time, and immediately sets off in a sprint towards JC. As he reaches his opponent, JC sidesteps him and allows Lopes to continue running towards the set of ropes behind him. Ray bounces off of them and returns towards JC, who has bent himself over looking for a back body drop. Instead Lopes stops himself short and kicks JC right across his chest, standing him straight up. Ray charges forward and brings his right arm across JC's chest, knocking him down to his back with the short clothesline with such momentum on Ray's part that he falls down next to his opponent on the mat. Lopes struggles to get himself back up to his feet, while JC rolls onto his left side holding his chest with his right hand. The fans are now feverishly behind Lopes, who uses them to help get himself back up to his feet.

Falcoon - Ray is doing his best to stay on JC.

Kissens - The tide can turn at any moment.

Dunn - Blah blah.

He approaches JC and steps over him, pushing him down to the mat and immediately isolating his left arm -- tucking it between his legs. Ray grasps his hands over JC's face and locks in the Crippler Crossface in the middle of the ring.

Falcoon - Lope-a-dope!

Dunn - Who cares!

JC kicks his legs in pain, with the referee checking on him. The larger competitor is able to power out of the move rather easily and rolls Lopes over his shoulder, and pins him to the mat. The referee makes the count. 1... 2... It is broken up as Ray transitions the hold into a cross armbreaker -- laying both of his legs across JC's chest. To get out of the hold, JC grasps his hands together and begins pulling himself up to his knees. From there he returns to his feet, keeping a hold of his hand that is still being wrenched by Lopes. JC dumps Ray onto the back of his head sharply, dazing him as JC hoists Ray back onto his feet with one swinging motion -- and keeps a hold of Lopes' arms as he tucks Ray's head between his legs, setting up for the Package Piledriver.

Kissens - Now JC is attempting The Answer!

Dunn - So what?!

Ray Lopes is able to free himself by swinging his body to the left and hooking JC's right arm. He pulls JC towards him, but ends up getting laid out with a vicious clothesline from the left arm of JC.

Falcoon - These two want the World Title shot.

Kissens - Plus title shots for their teammates mean good things for either team.

Dunn - Boooring.

Falcoon - You're a prick.

Both men collapse to the canvas for a moment, with JC struggling to pick himself back up to his feet. Ray rolls over onto his stomach and tries to keep pace with JC, who eventually gets back up to his feet. He takes a step back and waits for Lopes to get up on his own, which he is able to do just a few moments later. In a rush of adrenaline, Lopes leaps forward -- but JC destroys him with a huge boot to the face, flipping Ray down to the mat.

Dunn - Okay, so there. Decapitation by JC. You happy? Didn't think so.

JC yells in anger as he reaches down and scoops Ray up from the canvas.

Falcoon - He doesn't need to do anymore!

Kissens - Ray's already exhausted.

He pushes Lopes across the ring and places him against the ropes, while his head up against the cage. The fans all boo as they know what is coming when JC backs up to the other side of the ring.

Falcoon - I'm not watching this.

Dunn - Come on, we may get some blood over here. Where's the Splatter Zone when we need them?

He spins around quickly and rushes at Ray, extending his right foot up towards his face. At the last possible second, Lopes drops to the canvas and JC's foot travels over the top rope -- and strikes the cage. His leg at an awkward angle, JC finds himself strained and unable to pull himself from the rope, as Lopes quickly picks himself up to his feet.

Kissens - JC misses!

Ray stands under JC and picks him up onto his shoulders, using the rope for added leverage in lifting him into the standing firemans carry. Ray makes sure both of JC's feet are on the top rope before he pushes JC straight up into the air. As he comes back down, his feet being on the top rope swing his head down first -- which crashes into the knees of Ray Lopes, who collapses to his back the moment he throws JC.

Falcoon - Rope assisted Boxcutter!

JC's legs remain over the top rope, with his upper body on the knees of Lopes. Ray hooks his head and spins his shoulders down to the mat while unhooking his legs, with the fans shaking the foundation of the arena.

Dunn - It's done. Time to go home.

The referee slides in to make the count. 1... 2... 3!

Falcoon - James is right. Ray wins it for his team!

Missy Janson - JC has been eliminated, therefore the winners of this match, and the 2009 Three Man Tag Team Tournament Winners -- Ray Lopes, Vernon Somoza and Porta Prince... THE CARIIIIIIBBEAN SLAUGHTERHOUSE!!

Falcoon - Ray Lopes overcame nearly insurmountable odds to pull out the victory.

Kissens - And now he gets a World Title shot at Jesse!

Dunn - He'll just lose again. Interesting thing is, El Plaga gets another title shot.

Falcoon - Admit it was a great match.

Ray has his hand held up and then he quickly leaves the ring, staggering through the cage door and being met by Vernon Somoza and Porta Prince on the outside. The fans are going absolutely crazy as all three man celebrate on the outside.

Dunn - It was fine. I guess.

Falcoon - All nine men put their hearts and bodies on the line.

Kissens - And I'd like to check out that injury report after tonight.

All three members of the Caribbean Slaughterhouse make their way up the ramp, slapping hands on their way towards the back.

Falcoon - Fans we had a great night here, and we strongly urge you to check out MVW Life Sentence later on tonight.

Dunn - Oh that's running on the OWF Network?

Falcoon - I don't think so.

Dunn - So don't mention it.

Kissens - For Mr. Grumpypants, and Gordie Falcoon -- we say goodnight, y'all.

Dunn - I don't. I don't say y'all.

The feed fades away from the stage, and to the OWF Logo -- the cuts to black as the telecast ends.