The show begins with a black screen, with the OWF logo slowly fading into sight. It soon disappears to unveil the scene backstage in one of the makeshift offices set up in the Scotiabank Palace. The camera pans to the right and comes upon a large wooden desk, where we focus in on one familiar face -- that of former OWF President Scott Kidd. The audio from within the arena can be heard over the video as the fans give DK a warm reception for his return.

Scott Kidd - Hello. My name is Scott Kidd, known professionally as The Diamond Kid. I am a former President of the OWF, and still a major stockholder within the company -- along with holding a seat on the OWF Executive Board. Before I get to an explanation of my appearance, I want to first welcome and thank you all who have joined us. Without you, the OWF would have never been a national power as it once was. Secondly, I want to introduce to you the other two men responsible for this farewell tour -- also being members of the board, along side of myself. Please welcome former President's Chris Green and Joseph Storm!

Zooming out enables the camera to pick up Chris Green and Joseph Storm sitting right next to Scott at the long desk. An even greater response is heard from the fans, who must be shocked to see these three together again.

Chris Green - Thank you, Scott. What's up dipshits?

Their cheers turn to loud boo's almost instantly.

Chris Green - Hahaha, I just had to. In all seriousness, I'm here before you all to let you know that I want the OWF to LIVE ON! This is my real home, and to see it turn to a wasteland was something I couldn't let pass.

Joseph Storm - And what caused that wasteland...

The crowd explodes when Storm opens his mouth, drowning him out and prompting him to stop himself.

Joseph Storm - Oh stop it. As I was saying, what caused the OWF to fall was the selfishness of two superstars. One who dangled a match in front of our acting President that would force him to give up power, but never replace him in his place of power. So, when Specter accepted -- he forfeited his power, individually, to the three men you see on that screen out there.

Scott Kidd - And these three men where in three different corners of the world -- in mind and body. Plus none of us had the financial stability that CJ had. Instead of jumping right back in and keeping this thing going, we bided our time as we pooled our money. We knew we had been away for far too long to be able to work together while keeping the OWF as the best wrestling federation on the planet. But now, we have compiled a tour that will properly send the OWF into the sunset if that is where it is destined to go.

Chris Green - So sit back and enjoy, because tonight is the start of something very special.

Joseph Storm - And if you're not down with that, we got two word for--

Kidd reaches across the table and slaps Storm on his shoulder.

Scott Kidd - Wrong show. We don't have money for another lawsuit.

Joseph rubs his arm up and down, grimacing at Scott.

Joseph Storm - Oh, right.

All three board members turn their attention back to the camera, with the fans giving them one more loud ovation. The feed cuts to black on the screen.

The opening shot of the night is a wide one of the entire Scotiabank Palace, which is going absolutely insane. A loud chant of "Welcome back! Welcome back!" rings through the arena, as no music plays through the PA System. Instead the crowd's cheers are the soundtrack to the opening feed, with the cameras cutting all over the packed arena. Blue and white lights shine across the stands of seats, and a beautiful setup illuminates with a strike of lightning -- followed by a huge explosion of blue fireworks. The pyrotechnics are kept short, and once they die down the cameras cut to a shot of the announcers table. Sitting behind the desk, are the recent usual duo of Gordie Falcoon and Jackie Kissens. Next to them, the OWF Legend and Hall of Fame Member Nick Burst sits looking as grumpy as ever. All three have their headsets on as they sit at their table, looking right into the camera lense.

Falcoon - AAAAAHHHOOOOOOO!

Burst - Oh my god, I can't believe you still do that.

Falcoon - It's my thing.

Burst - You want to know what my thing is? It was playing golf in Arizona, not calling this bullshit.

Kissens - Aww, he is as angry as ever!

Falcoon - And we love it!

Burst - Just shut up. I'm doing Kidd a favor here, so you better be nice to me.

Kissens - Okay, okay!!

Falcoon - Welcome OWF fans, and we finally get to bring you OWF Shock and Terror!

Kissens - Just over four months late!

Burst - True OWF fashion.

Falcoon - Either way, we are now fully owned by three men who have been integral to the OWF. Unfortunately we ended just when business was picking up in June, but if this is the end of our run -- it should be a good one.

Kissens - Definitely, Gordie.

Burst - If this is the end... you know we'll be back in a year and a half.

Falcoon - Maybe, but lets just go with what is on the script.

Burst - Deal.

Falcoon - Tonight we have three matches for you -- two of them title matches, and one being an Electrified Steel Cage Match.

Kissens - Should be a good kickoff to the Farewell Tour.

Falcoon - I agree.

The cameras cut backstage to the locker room of current OWF Caribbean Champion and NLW Legacy Champion Ray Lopes- who brings about a huge response from the sold out crowd in the Scotiabank Palace. As the camera rolls to its left, Ray Lopes comes into sight sitting on a wooden bench while currently polishing his NLW Title. The OWF Caribbean title sits next to him, looking as good as new with a dirty rag laying on the floor near Ray's feet. He seems subdued relaxing in his locker room, when he is jolted by the locker room door opening across the room. A voice chimes in..

Jesse Williams - Ray...

Lopes looks up, and in shock hops up to the balls of his feet while discarding the belt to the bench on his left side. He gets eye to eye with Williams as he enters and approaches Ray, drawing a loud negative reaction from those inside of the arena. Both men hear the crowd as Jesse ignores it, but Ray makes mention of it.

Ray Lopes - What's that? I couldn't hear you over the sounds of wretching and dry heaving from inside the arena.

A general snicker rises from the crowd, as they watch on the OWF Tron set up above the stage. Williams smiles back at Ray.

Jesse Williams - Good one, Ray. But, I actually didn't come in here to trade insults.

Ray Lopes - So why are you here, then?

Jesse Williams - I just want to say, I'm sorry NLW screwed you like it did at the Halloween Uprising. Real bummer for both of us, you know? In my return I get humiliated, and in The Phoenix's you do. Just wanted to tell you that I'd be pissed if I were you.

Jesse turns around to leave, but has his right arm grabbed by Lopes.

Ray Lopes - What are you talking about? I wasn't screwed, and I'm not pissed. I signed up willingly for any opponent, as did you.

Williams spins to face Ray, and looks him right in the eye.

Jesse Williams - I'm glad if you feel that way, but I mean the proof is in the pudding.

Ray Lopes - I don't know what you're talking about, but it's pissing me off.

Jesse Williams - Listen Ray, look at your last two matches. Loss against the departing Josh Allen. Loss against the returning Phoenix. Do you really think you're going to get a fair shake in that place, when it's obvious they plan to bury any OWF talent who walks their way?

Ray looks down at the floor in reflection, then just as quickly lifts his head back up.

Ray Lopes - Then how did you succeed?

Jesse Williams - Well lets be honest, Ray- you don't have the talent I do. But I'm getting sidetracked from my point...

Ray Lopes - ...I'm waiting.

Jesse Williams - I'm hoping that when High Voltage rolls around, you really come at me with everything we've been dying to see from you for years. I want you to know that nothing is set in stone outside of this match- and you had better make the most of it. You've been made to look like a fool in NLW, so keep that in mind when the bell rings on November 28th- because when this tour ends, and you go back there, you're only going to be more frowned upon as an OWF outcast.

Williams pulls his arm free and steps backward, still looking at Ray.

Jesse Williams - But don't take my word for it, just you wait and see. I'll be there to witness it first hand, and I'll let it begin at High Voltage.

And as his words end, Williams darts from the room with a deafening roar of boo's kicking in. Ray remains in his locker room, looking back down at his Championship belts right before we cut back to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - Jesse had some strong words for Ray.

Burst - I like this from the mexican. He's not catering to these morons out here, and he's telling it like it is.

Kissens - That NLW is screwing Ray?

Burst - NLW? No, that Ray Lopes isn't Jesse Williams.

Falcoon - Not in Jesse's eyes, but in the eyes of some this is quite the even match up scheduled for High Voltage.

Kissens - I think Jesse is just playing mind games, y'all.

Falcoon - I suppose he's trying to worry Lopes.-

Burst - How? He wants Ray at his best.

Falcoon - There's more to this than what it seems.

Next to the announcers table we see Missy Janson, dressed up in a miniskirt and a suit jacket top, stand from her steel chair at the time keepers table. She pulls a microphone from the table with her right hand, and heads off towards the ring -- with the camera following right behind.

Kissens - We have a whole three weeks to debate that, but right now we get to have the first OWF match in nearly five months y'all!

Falcoon - Whoo!

Burst - Give me a break. I saw this lineup, and this match is going to be a mess.

Kissens - It's still a match!

Burst - Great. Let's showcase a parody belt that this federation didn't even create!

Missy Janson skips up the steel ring steps, receiving a loud round of cheers as she reaches the ring apron. With a smile on her face she parts the middle and top ropes to step through them -- entering the ring, and walking immediately towards the middle of the squared circle.

Falcoon - Whatever the case, it's time to send it to Missy so we can kick off Shock and Terror!

Burst - Wonderful.

Missy Janson - Hello Ottawa... and welcome to the first show of the OWF Farewell Tour -- Shock and Terror!!

The fans, most of whom bought tickets back in June, ex*-plode in excitement of finally getting the show they wanted months ago. Missy allows them to vent their eagerness before picking back up into speech.

Missy Janson - It is time for the first match of th+nhg5bvfbt e night, and it is a Second to Last LillyAss Standing Match for the MVW-OWF-NLW LillyAss Championship!

The buzz in the arena remains constant, but slowly starts to fade out.

Missy Janson - It will be contested under Four Corners match rules, with eliminations occuring after each pinfall or submission. The last competitor who is eliminated will be bestowed the LillyAss Championship.

The fans drop silent, eager to just begin the night.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first... From Hollywood, California... Mike Van Pelt!

PA System - M...V...P...

A loud explosion rocks the arena as Mike Van Pelt jumps down from above the entranceway onto the stage. He points out into the crowd and smiles as the fans leap to their feet! Slowly he begins to walk towards the ring slapping hands with the fans on the way by, he makes it to ringside then turns and decides to make a trip around the ring slapping hands the entire time, he makes his circle then slides into the ring where he slaps hand with the referee.

Burst - He's still employed?

Falcoon - He always will be.

Burst - He should just walk away like I did.

Kissens - But you're back.

Burst - Whatever Jackie.

His music fades out while he hops up and down in the ring.

Missy Janson - Out next, from Sakurai, Nara, Japan... Akira Kanemura!

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

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

Burst - And this chink?

Kissens - Nick!

Falcoon - Wow, he's japanese first off. And secondly, wow.

Burst - Garth, I'm already tired of you.

Kissens - He got your name wrong!

Falcoon - Just like old times.

Burst - Stop reminising, Gary.

His music begins to fade, so Akira begins to stretch his legs out to prepare for his match.

Missy Janson - The third competitor in the match, from Louisville, Kentucky... James Dunn!

PA System - I AM A REAL AMERICAN...DUNN...FIGHT FOR THE RIGHTS OF EVERY MAN...DUNN...I AM A REAL AMERICAN...DUNN...FIGHT FOR WHAT'S RIGHT, FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE!

The ever famous "I am a Real American" starts up, as the guitar chords echo throughout the arena. The fans jump up to their feet as they look to the stage. Suddenly, red and yellow lights start flashing in every which direction. From the back, we see James Dunn strut out. He has a red and yellow feather boa around his neck, wearing the classing yellow spandex tights, red boots. He has his mustache bleached extremely blonde, while his beard is the same color it was before. He wears a yellow bandana, that in red has the word "Dunnamania" duct taped across it.

PA System - When it comes crashing down and it hurts inside..

DUNN, DUNN, DUNN, DUNN; DUNN-DUNN-DUNN-DUNN

PA System - You gotta take a stand, it don't hurt to hide..

DUNN, DUNN, DUNN, DUNN; DUNN-DUNN-DUNN-DUNN

PA System - If you hurt my friends, then you hurt my pride. I gotta take a stand, I can't let it sliiiiide!

The fans are going ape shit. Red and yellow confetti drop from the ceiling, as he slowly makes his way down the aisle. He keeps his eyes locked on his opponent as Dunn climbs up the steel stairs. He gets into the ring and he immediately walks to the ropes closest to the camera. He waves his arm around in a circle, then puts it to his ear as the fans cheer on that side of the ring. He points to them, giving them a thumbs up as he moves to the side of the ring to his left. He does the same thing there, giving the fans another thumbs up.

Burst - What a god damn joke.

Falcoon - Go James!

Dunn points to the next side of the ring, winding his arm up again as he puts it to his ear again and the fans again cheer him loudly. He goes to do it to the fourth, and final side of the ring.

Burst - That guy took my spot?

Kissens - Yep.

Burst - Unbelievable.

The music fades out while Missy brings the microphone up to her mouth one last time.

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

The lights go out, Paint It Black hits the PA as the lights turn back on to reveal Drake Munday standing on the stage with his hands on hips, his face dull. He walks slowly down the ramp, soaking in his surroundings, as he finally reaches the end of the ramp, one of the crowd goes an insult to far, Drake hurriedly walks back and exchanges words with the member of the crowd, until one of the officials at last separates them. Drake climbs up the stairs, and into the ring.

Falcoon - Poor Drake.

Kissens - Yeah, hopefully he can come out of this with some respect.

Burst - Doubtful.

Drake gets into his corner, with his music fading out and Missy exits out of the ring.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

As the bell rings, Drake charges out of his corner and runs clear across the ring -- splashing Mike Van Pelt flush in his own corner. Akira Kanemura and James Dunn watch Munday pummel away on MVP, beating him to a seated position in the corner. Drake begins to back up to the center of the ring, where he is attacked from behind by James Dunn who tries to help his friend -- but Drake tosses James towards Akira, sending his head into Kanemura's abdomen and sending both men to the canvas. Munday then turns his attention back to MVP and runs back at him, delivering a running knee strike to his face. James Dunn gets back to his feet, but Akira stops him from going after Drake with a sharp kick to the back of his leg. This knocks Dunn down to the mat while Munday drags MVP from the corner, and stands him on his unsteady feet. Drake swings his arm forward and takes Mike Van Pelt out with a european uppercut -- knocking him to a seated position. On the other side of the ring, Akira drags Dunn up to his feet and unleashes a combination of strikes -- starting with a right open palm to the face, continuing with a shin kick to the ribs, and rounding it out with a high drop kick to the face. James stumbles backwards and bumps into Drake, who spins on his heels and levels Dunn with a thunderous clothesline.

Falcoon - Drake Munday is a man possessed.

Kissens - Possessed by not wanting to be humiliated anymore.

Burst - Pfttt... humiliation? This is the place where you aren't welcome until you get rolled in shit.

Akira stays away from Drake, who turns his attention back down to Mike Van Pelt who just begins getting up to his knees. Munday helps him the rest of the way up, only to push him backwards towards the nearest set of ropes. He leans MVP up against them and isolates his right arm -- then throws him from the ropes with an irish whip. He sends MVP running across the ring at full speed towards the opposite set of ropes. MVP bounces off of them back-first and sprints back at Munday, who has squared his shoulders to his returning opponent. As MVP returns, Munday lifts him up and tosses him straight into the air -- and on the way down, grabs a hold of him around his neck. Munday lays out and executes a self-assisted cutter, knocking Mike Van Pelt out cold.

Falcoon - The Darkness on MVP!

Burst - Weak.

Munday rolls MVP's limp body onto it's back, and lays across him nonchalantly for a pin. The referee slides in and makes the count, 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - Mike Van Pelt has been eliminated!

Falcoon - Well that didn't take long.

Kissens - It was MVP, no surprise there.

Falcoon - I guess I'm just shocked that Drake went after him so fast.

Munday stands himself up, and remains concentrated on Mike Van Pelt as he slowly rolls out of the ring. Unbeknownst to Munday, Akira Kanemura is crouched behind him and is waiting for him to turn around to launch an attack on Drake. Once MVP crashes to the floor, Drake turns around and sees Kanemura kick his right leg up at his head. Munday catches it with his left arm and sends Akira spinning to the mat with a leg screw. As soon as Drake gets back up to his feet, he is hammered with a double axe-handle by James Dunn -- dropping him down to one knee. When he gains the advantage, James begins hammering down upon Munday with clubbing forearms to the back of his head and shoulders. He continues the assault until Kanemura returns to his feet and limps over to join in on beating down Drake Munday. After every forearm from Dunn to Munday's back, Akira swings a shin kick to Drake's chest. Eventually Drake collapses to his left side, after being pummeled for what seems like hours. Instead of continuing to work together, Akira boots James in the stomach and dives over Drake to make a cover. 1... Drake kicks out quickly, with Akira returning to his feet the same time Dunn regains his composure.

Falcoon - Akira is really making some enemies in there.

Burst - If I were him, I'd be running around outside the ring -- or I'd let someone beat me.

Kissens - Why?

Burst - Nobody wants that belt. At least nobody who likes women.

Falcoon - And who says Akira likes women?

Burst - Certainly not his short short's.

A furious Dunn jumps on Akira and begins pummeling him with stiff forearm shots until he is laid out flat on his back. Drake picks himself up and stands back to watch the other two men in the match go at it, with Dunn dominating Akira. When he stands back up he brings Akira with him, and hooks him for a scoop slam. When he lifts Kanemura, Akira floats over his back and lands on his feet behind Dunn. He pushes him forward into the ropes -- with Dunn bouncing off of them chest-first. He stumbles back to the center of the ring, where he is decked by a roundhouse kick from Akira -- nearly knocking him out cold as he collapses to the canvas.

Falcoon - Holy crap what a kick!

Kissens - Dunn may not even remember his name after that one, y'all!

Burst - He only wishes he could forget who he is.

Akira makes a throat cutting gesture when out of nowhere Drake Munday runs past him and leaps into the air. He grabs Akira's head and nails a laid out cutter, driving Kanemura's face into the canvas with extreme force. He rolls his lifeless body onto its back, and Drake lays atop Akira with the referee falling to the mat. He makes the count, 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - Akira Kanemura has been eliminated!

Burst - There goes charlie.

Falcoon - His name is Akira.

Kissens - It doesn't matter what your name is tonight -- Drake is on a tear, y'all!

Burst - I guess you could call it that. Or maybe you could call it a "gimme" match.

Munday pulls himself back up to his feet in a snap, and turns around to see James Dunn on all fours. He waits for him very patiently, holding out on his attack until he gets all the way up. James is beaten down so it takes him a while to regain his composure -- but after a bit of struggle, he stands up to his feet with his hands on his knees. Drake wastes no time as he charges Dunn and leaps into the air -- grabbing his head, and nailing a third cutter as he lays out.

Falcoon - The Darkness again!

Kissens - Dunn is getting the LillyAss Title back!

Munday remains on his back, and begins pulling Dunn over his body. The referee looks on in shock as Drake commands for him to make the count.

Burst - What the hell is he doing?

The referee hits the mat and makes the count for Dunn. 1... 2... 3!

Falcoon - Dunn wins?

Missy Janson - The winner of this match... James Dunn! Therefore, the recepient of the MVW-OWF-NLW LillyAss Championship is DRAKE MUNDAY!

Kissens - Thats another belt for Drake!

Burst - I bet he is real proud!

Drake, now exhausted, pushes Dunn off of him and stands up to his feet. He takes his title and a microphone from the referee.

Falcoon - Maybe he's going to shed some light on his choice.

Drake manages a smile, which causes a cheer from the crowd. Drake nearly collapses against the turnbuckle, but climbs it and lifts the title up in the air. The crowd roar.

Drake Munday - Now that, little dudelings, is two titles. And at High Voltage, it'll be three. High Voltage is my domain. It's where I started out. The cruiserweight title? Sounds good. Makes Jesse Williams and Ray Lopes sound like fatties though.

Drake laughs, then turns to his title.

Drake Munday - Frankly, this title is shit.

The crowd await in stunned silence, once again wondering whether Drake is worth cheering or booing.

Drake Munday - Yep. You heard me right. It's worthless, it's a piece of trash, it's pink! For christs sake, who came up with this? I mean you look at the losers who've held this. Specter...

Drake pauses to spit on the ground in disgust.

Drake Munday - Skye Ricardo? Who the hell is he? Trent Steel. Some emo, am I right?

The crowd stay silent.

Drake Munday - Even James Dunn. The worst commentator in OWF History. I could bring these guys back in and beat them 'til their asses are bleeding, but I won't. Because I'm a nice civilised person. I'll do them one at a time, using more...instrumental forms of torture. I've always wanted to try out a torture rack.

Burst - Beat them until their asses bleed. Gross.

The crowd begin booing Drake as he grins and leaves the ring. He stops on the ramp before saying.

Drake Munday - MVP has been warned.

He disappears behind the curtains, leaving the fans booing in their seats while Dunn walks towards the ramp to exit ringside.

Falcoon - He didn't get enough satisfaction by removing MVP from the match within five minutes?

Kissens - He should pick on someone his own size, y'all.

Burst - They're the same size, and the same talent level. Mike Van Pelt may have met his match here tonight.

Falcoon - But, the real point is that James won the match by Drake's doing.

The cameras cut to the announcers booth.

Kissens - He wanted the belt, just to diss it.

Falcoon - And to say he's going after the Cruiserweight Title at High Voltage.

Burst - Holy crap, that piece of garbage is back?

Kissens - Indeed. And, the WoW Championship is returning at Blood Bath!

Falcoon - Really?

Kissens - Yep.

Burst - I'm waiting for some confirmation on both of those.

Falcoon - The crusierweight title is being brought back, I'm not sure about the WoW though.

Kissens - I'm a chick, y'all. I know these things.

Next to the table, the camera picks up Missy Janson standing to her feet with a microphone in hand -- remaining at the time keepers table at ringside while the cameras pan to focus on her.

Falcoon - Lets just wait and see on that. Next up we have a PDA Title Match!

Burst - Now that's a belt I am happy to see being defended.

Kissens - Shhh! It's starting!

Missy Janson - The following matchup is scheduled for a one fall, with a sixty minute time limit. It is a Reel World Raven's Rules match, that is taking place backstage as we speak! Falls count anywhere under PDA rules -- and it is for the OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship!

Missy steps back as the fans cheer loudly, and go backstage where we see Mikey Austin standing with a handheld camera pointed at himself.

Mikey Austin - Welcome OWF fans. I will be your camera man, and I just wanted to give you a proper introduction to the man who will challenge Raven Talon.

He spins the camera around to pick up a tall irish man, with green wrestling trunks on.

Mikey Austin - From Boston, Massachusetts... Christoper O'Rien!

He holds up his arm.

Mikey Austin - And his opponent, the current PDA Champion... A man who needs no introduction...

Just then Raven Talon comes into sight and clocks Christopher O'Rien on the back of his head with the PDA Title.

Mikey Austin - So I won't give him one!

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The bell rings inside of the arena as Raven Talon drops the Championship, and Mikey puts both hands on the camera to catch the action as it happens.

Burst - We couldn't hire one of our guys to do this? I'm nauseous from the shaking.

Falcoon - You sure it's not the vicodin and jack you've been downing all night?

Burst - Don't judge me Geoff.

Raven Talon scoops Christopher O'Rien off of the concrete and keeps a hold of him by the back of his head. He begins leading him down the hallway as a referee comes into view, and whips him head-first into one of the road cases -- that rolls away upon impact, while O'Rien collapses to the ground. Mikey keeps up with the action with Talon not wasting a second in keeping on top of his opponent. He picks Christopher back up to his feet, and grabs a hold of him by his red hair. He tries to lead him towards a catering table, but O'Rien breaks free and picks Raven Talon up with ease. The challenger runs at full speed and dumps Talon through the table -- sending food flying everywhere, and scattering the patrons who were picking from it. Mikey remains neutral as he zooms in on the look of pain upon Raven's face, when he is pushed out of the way by O'Rien as he makes his way to Talon. Christopher nearly slips on the mess of food as he strains to drag Talon from the broken pieces of wood. After a few seconds he is in the clear and he falls across Talon in lateral press -- with the referee sliding in to make the count on the concrete. 1... 2... kickout by Talon.

Kissens - Well that didn't go as planned.

Falcoon - I wonder where they got this guy.

Burst - I'd guess a local pub, or maybe just a cleaned up hobo.

O'Rien stands up and shifts his head from side to side, looking for anything he can use against Talon. He disappears from view while Mikey looks down at Talon.

Mikey Austin - You alright, Rave'?

Raven Talon - Get away from me.

Raven stands himself up and pushes Mikey out of the way -- as Christopher O'Rien smashes a glass bottle over Raven's forehead. The shot drops him to his knees and opens up a gash an inch wide over his right eye, with drops of blood falling to the floor. O'Rien tosses the neck of the bottle over his shoulder, and backs up two full steps while measuring Raven up. He then rushes forward and lifts his right foot -- nailing Raven flush across his face with the sole of his boot. The impact sends Talon backwards and rolls him up onto his neck before he flops to his left side on the concrete. O'Rien rushes in and rolls Raven onto his back, and lays over his stomach. The referee drops to his knees and makes the count right next to Talon's head -- 1... 2... kickout by Talon.

Kissens - Raven is really getting tested here, y'all.

Burst - It's this mick's only shot at glory. You better believe he would bring the heat.

Christopher wraps Raven into a headlock from behind, leading him back up to his feet and transitioning the hold into a side headlock. He drags Raven away from the catering area, and heads up towards the security checkpoint separating the fans from backstage. Raven tries to fight off O'Rien with shots to his ribs -- but with one quick fist to the forehead, Christopher regains control of Talon. Both men reach the security checkpoint, with O'Rien pulling Talon through the metal detector and into the general public. The few fans getting drinks, or going for merchandise go wild and watch Christopher O'Rien lift Raven Talon up onto the conveyor belt of the x-ray machine -- which is meant for bags, not bodies. It rolls Talon towards the machine while O'Rien climbs atop the machine itself, walking to the opening where Talon should come out.

Falcoon - He's going to try to crush Talon on that conveyor belt!

Burst - Smart move if you ask me.

He stares and waits for Talon, but from the other side we see Raven muscle his way out of the opening and pull himself atop the x-ray machine as well. He sneaks up behind O'Rien and grabs him in a reverse waist lock and dumps him over his head with a release german suplex on top of the steel x-ray machine. The entire setup is crushed to the floor with the weight of both men turning it into nothing but a mess of twisted steel. More fans run up to the security checkpoint and start going nuts after witnessing the carnage.

Kissens - What the hell!

Burst - There we go. I want more of that.

Falcoon - O'Rien, who we have no clue has any wrestling ability, just got put through one of our security measures here at the arena!

Burst - Shit, you're right. Those rabid fans are going to rush the arena! I'm going to defend myself -- even if I have to kill, Gavin.

Falcoon - Calm down, this isn't Korea.

Security steps in and pushes the fans back as Talon pulls himself from the wreckage, and collapses down to the concrete floor. Mikey Austin runs to him to check on Raven, then hops on top of the bent and contorted x-ray machine to get a shot of Christopher O'Rien laying in a deep dent -- barely moving his arms or legs. Mikey hops down and moves to get a wide shot of both men, watching Talon slowly get up to his feet while the referee checks on O'Rien. Even Talon is a little worse for the wear after executing the high impact suplex as he holds the back of his head, with trickles of blood rolling down his scalp. With very shaky feet he approaches Christopher O'Rien and grabs him by his legs -- yanking him off of the steel mess, and down to his back on the concrete floor. He lays over his chest as the referee slides in and starts the count -- with the fans counting along. 1... 2... kickout by O'Rien. The fans share Talon's shock that O'Rien didn't stay down as he stares at Christopher right in his face. He gradually stands back up to his feet and walks away from O'Rien, with Mikey following Talon as he walks down the long corridor. He reaches a set of road cases and grabs a hold of one. Raven Talon begins wheeling it back towards the broken down security checkpoint, and abandons the case as he heads back to Rien. While left alone, O'Rien has a chance to get up to his knees but is knocked right back to the concrete by a short left hand. The champion turns around to the road case and rolls it up against the far wall next to a wooden table with a few electrical devices atop it.

Falcoon - Talon is just looking to dismantle this guy.

Kissens - It's his first defense, so he is trying to make a name for himself.

Burst - So defend against someone with some talent -- or atleast a name.

Once positioned firmly against the concrete, Talon walks back towards Christopher O'Rien -- who in an act of desperation, returns to his feet and charges Talon. He wraps both of his arms around Raven and digs his shoulder into his stomach -- forcing him backwards, and slamming his back into the road case he just set up. O'Rien gets his second wind as he glances at the table, and grabs from it one of the television monitors that is showing the two men live. He waits for Raven to stand up to his feet, and then clocks him with the monitor so hard that it shatters into hundreds of pieces -- with just a tiny corner left in O'Rien's hand while Talon collapses to the ground. Mikey focuses the camera in on Raven's head, which is now busted wide open. Christopher drops the remainder of the monitor and turns back to the table -- clearing it off with one swipe of his right arm, and sending thousands of dollars of equipment to the floor.

Burst - The Executive Board better have insurance on that stuff!

Kissens - Yeah, if we get stiffed on our checks because of that I'll be really mad!

Mikey keeps cutting the camera back and forth from O'Rien and Talon, catching both bloody superstars in their own worlds. O'Rien turns back around and scoops Talon up by his bloody hair, and tries to pull him back up to his feet. He finds it difficult to do so as Talon is mostly dead weight and O'Rien is still feeling the effects of being suplexed earlier. A few labored moments later and Christopher picks Talon up to his feet, and lays him on the table. O'Rien turns to the road case and hops on top of it, looking down at Talon just feet away. Christopher goes to leap off, but Mikey puts the camera down and grabs a hold of O'Rien's leg. This stops his jump and allows Talon to pick himself up to his feet, standing on the table. With O'Rien busy with Mikey, Raven is able to nail a boot to Christopher's stomach which doubles him over.

Falcoon - That bastard just helped Talon!

Burst - What did you expect? I told you we should have had one of our guys do it.

Raven Talon grabs Christopher O'Rien around his head with a front face lock, and falls back to hit The Talon's End DDT through the table.

Kissens - Well that is that, y'all.

Raven flops his arm over O'Rien's chest, with the referee making the count. 1... 2... 3!

Falcoon - Talon retains.

Mikey Austin rushes towards Raven Talon and picks him up off of Christopher O'Rien. He stands next to the PDA Champion and turns the camera on themselves.

Mikey Austin - And the winner of this match... and STILL OWF Public Display of Aggression Champion... RAVEN TALON!

Raven Talon - Where's my belt?

Mikey Austin - It's back where we started. Come on.

The two men walk away as EMT's rush to O'Rien, heading back to where the battle began.

Falcoon - And now they just leave Christopher behind, never to be seen again.

Burst - That's what happens when you don't make the most out of an opportunity.

Kissens - Let's be honest, there was no way he was walking out with the belt.

The handheld still records their every move as they end up back where the match began.

Raven Talon - Alright where is it?

Mikey Austin - Well you dropped it right there, but I can't see it now.

Talon walks over to an innocent bystander, getting right into his face.

Raven Talon - Hey, where the hell did my belt go?

Unidentified Man - I have no idea!

Talon grabs him by the collar of his shirt and tosses him down to the concrete before storming off, with Mikey right behind him. The feed cuts from the handheld and goes back to a shot of the announcers booth.

Falcoon - Talon was careless with the Public Display of Aggression Title, and now it has gone missing.

Burst - Good, maybe we can get a new belt for that piece of crap now.

Kissens - It was just redesigned a year and a half ago.

Falcoon - I think the biggest worry is that in this match alone we lost thousands of dollars of technical equipment, a security checkpoint and now the PDA Title.

Burst - We're already in the shitter, pal. Someone just has to flush now.

We cut to backstage showers where MVP is sitting with naught but a towel on. A figure enters the showers, surprising MVP.

MVP - Fuck! Trying to shower here! Oh, it's you.

??? - Yep.

MVP - So...heard your speech before, Drake.

Drake enters the shower, still in ring gear, and grabs MVP by the ear and drags him into the nearby locker room.

MVP - Can we talk this over?

Drake grabs a whole row of lockers and sends the crashing down over MVP. Drake cackles hellishly as he drags MVP out of the debris.

Drake Munday - Now the fun begins.

The camera follows Drake as he lifts MVP up and begins carrying him through corridors. Fast approaching Drake's locker room, MVP delivers a stunning hurricanrana DDT to Drake.

MVP - You gonna die, bitch.

Out of nowhere, Drake comes out with a groin shot, followed by two rib kicks. Drake tosses MVP through the door to Drake's locker room and lifts him up onto a table. Drake takes out already prepared staps and straps him to the table. Drake suddenly notices the cameraman.

Drake Munday - Get out.

The camera needs no more prompting and is soon out of the room, with the door slammed behind him. The feed cuts back to the arena, with the cage panels being wheeled down to ringside as we pick up a shot of the announcers booth.

Burst - Okay, what the FUCK was that?

Falcoon - ...

Burst - MVP was accosted in the shower. Dragged out of it naked, and gave Drake a hurricanrana into a DDT.

Kissens - Yeaaah.

Burst - Then Drake kicked him in his bare balls...

Falcoon - Right.

Burst - And now he has MVP locked in a room, naked, strapped to a table.

Kissens - Seems so.

Burst - I'm not coming back here for the next show. Just letting everyone know.

Falcoon - Well, I hate to interrupt but.. well I don't really hate to, so we can cleanse our minds, but Garrett Greene is backstage with a exclusive OWF interview!

We cut backstage to see Garrett Greene with a microphone.

Garrett Greene - That right Outsider Wrestling Fans I have a exclusive interview with a returning OWF superstar!

Falcoon - Jesse?

Kissens - Greg Jackson?

Garrett Greene - DUDE JOB!

Burst - I thought he said star not choad.

The camera pans over to see DJ wearing a black and blue suit with hippie shades. He smiles as the fans cheer in the background.

Garrett Greene - DJ! Welcome back.

Dude Job - It’s great to be here. At this occasion I had to say…I’m sorry I can’t do this.

Garrett Greene - Excuse me.

Dude Job - There is no reason for me to be here. I’m sorry. Look this place is great and all but there is just no reason for me to be here what-so-fucking-ever.

Garrett Greene - Uhhh…Well…Um.

Dude Job - Look to be honest I just came here to see how everything was going but I am past this point in my life I have matured beyond the simple games of you simple people…

We see Garrett’s face get pale. DJ just doesn’t notice. The camera pans over and we see Trent Steel. The fans go nuts as DJ turns around slowly.

Dude Job - …Wow. You look like shit.

Trent Steel - To good for this place eh?

Dude Job - Yup.

Trent Steel - To good to be my running buddy then right?

Dude Job - You already know that.

Trent Steel - You got something to say to me?

Dude Job - Yeah. Yeah I do actually. You know you’re a fucking prick man. You don’t give a shit about me. You use me to get what you want. You unleash me just because you know I can get the job done because you can’t fucking do anything without someone to keep your ass in check. I am moving on with my fucking life and out of your god damn shadow…

Trent Steel - Ya done?

Dude Job - You don’t love me anymore…

Trent Steel - …You son of a bitch!

DJ turns to the camera and smirks

Dude Job - Gotcha fucknuts!

Trent Steel - Garrett!

Garrett Greene - Oh God…err Hi Trent.

Trent Steel - Can I borrow that mic. Please?

Garrett Greene - You just said please…

Trent Steel - And?

Garrett Greene - Uhh here.

Trent grabs the mic and walks towards the entranceway. Garrett turns to DJ.

Dude Job - You all right there Greeney?

Garrett Greene - He didn’t hit me.

Dude Job - Yeah scary aint it?

The cameras try to follow Trent but he disappears from sight.

Kissens - I think he's coming out here.

Falcoon - Uh oh.

We cut to ringside as “No More Sorrow” starts to play. Trent runs out onto the ramp, looking out into the packed house and getting a mild reception.

Burst - Oh great! This is what I came out of retirement for?

Falcoon - Could be worse.

Burst - How?

Kissens - He could be reading War and Peace, y'all.

Burst - Shut your mouth, woman!

Kissens - Ahh, we missed you.

Trent Steel - Before anything else is said and done….I’ve missed you guys!

The crowd is hesitant to make any sound, but a few cheers break out.

Burst - Gag me.

Trent looks down at the commentator team, through the cage that is almost complete.

Trent Steel - Holy shit they let Uncle Bo commentate.

The fans roar into a bout of laughter.

Falcoon - OH SNAP!

Burst - …Fucker.

Trent Steel - AHAHAHAHA. Just fucking with you guys but no it’s great to be back even if it’s only for a few shows I just want you all to know that from the bottom of my heart it’s great to be back. However there is one thing I do want to point out. This is me being Mr. Nice Guy for one night only. I hope no one is stupid enough to fuck it up. So you all sit back. Have a great night. I’ll see you soon in this very ring and when I do…I’m going to let the carnage come just for you!

Trent drops the mic as his music plays again and jumps off the ramp, then heads off into the crowd.

Burst - I knew it was an act.

Falcoon - Why is he being Mr. Nice Guy just for tonight?

Kissens - I wish he was a nice guy all the time.

Burst - So does Garrett. He nearly shit his pants back there.

The cameras pick up a few technicians wheeling a generator from the back, as the last few connectors are attached to the corners of the cage -- keeping all four sides attached to one another, and the apron of the ring.

Falcoon - Well when we get back from a quick break, we will have the Main Event of the evening!

Kissens - You do not want to miss this!

LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW, SATURDAY NOVEMBER 28TH, 2009
FROM THE TOKYO DOME IN TOKYO, JAPAN!

OWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
NORMAL MATCH

Jesse Williams (Champion) Vs Ray Lopes (Challenger)

OWF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
SENSATIONAL SIX-WAY MATCH

Dude JoB Vs Drake Munday Vs The Avenger Vs Piter Svoboda Vs Stonze Vs Styxx

The cameras fade back in on the fifteen foot steel cage extended straight in the air from all four sides of the ring. The cage door is left wide open, with the referee who has been assigned this match is donning rubber gloves and boots and stands in the middle of the ring. The fans start to get amped up as the last few connectors are hooked from the generator to the cage -- but it is not powered on yet.

Falcoon - And we're back.

Kissens - That sure is a stacked card we have for later this month, y'all!

Burst - I suppose so. I don't even recognize over half of those names.

Falcoon - Well here are two names you should be well aware of, and they're going to try to rip each other apart right here.

Burst - Well good, because I've been bored to tears here. Makes me wish I was working for ASW.

Kissens - ASW closed.

Burst - HA, funny one.

Missy Janson stands from her seat at the time keepers table, and pulls a microphone into her right hand as she looks to the ring. The remaining technicians who aren't lugging the generator down the ramp all vacate the ring side area -- while the last three finally wheel the generator right next to the ring.

Falcoon - Seriously.

Burst - No shit?

With the utmost care they attach the two cables from the generator, to the side of the steel cage.

Falcoon - None. But that's neither here nor there right now. It's time to send it to Missy to kick off the final match of the night!

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

A rush of fans sprint back to their seats, while the ones who never left all rise to their feet -- staring at the ring while screaming at the top of their lungs in excitement.

Missy Janson - It is an Electrified Steel Cage Match scheduled for a one fall, with no time limit. Once both competitors are locked in the ring, 15,000 volts of electricity will be sent running through the walls of the cage -- which will constantly be running throughout the duration of the match. The first man to score a pinfall or submission will win the bout.

Missy pauses so that the crowd can explode once more. They quiet down rather quickly so they can focus in on the introductions and entrances of the competitors.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Los Angeles, California... He is the Former President of the Outsider Wrestling Federation... Chase Johnson!

"The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits the PA System, and Chase Johnson steps out from behind the curtains. He wears a pair of long black and orange tights, with black boots and comes out with no shirt on. The fans give him a nice ovation as he stares to the ring, and walks down the ramp.

Falcoon - CJ looks good.

Burst - He hasn't competed in a real match in a long time.

Kissens - It was in December that he faced Jack Sullivan.

Burst - Who? My point is that CJ isn't near the form he once was.

CJ looks up to the cage and is very aware of it as he hikes up the steps, and enters through the cage door. He keeps a stern face as he retreats to his corner.

Falcoon - And his opponent is undoubtedly on top of his game.

Missy brings the microphone back up to her lips.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Jersey City, New Jersey... he is the current OWF Tears Tag Team Champion... JC!

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

PA System - Thou shalt not

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

He walks to the steel ring steps set up by the open cage door, and ascends them quickly. He enters the ring and glances at the mass around himself and CJ -- before he puts his hands in a clasp above his head and brings them down, still clasped, to chest-level.

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

He then stares at CJ, who is bouncing back and forth on his feet.

Burst - This guy is huge.

Kissens - And he's focused to do some real damage.

Falcoon - Lets just hope CJ has a plan.

JC's music fades out and the cage door is closed and locked. Missy sits herself back down at ringside with the referee looking at both competitors. He then calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The generator is started up, and loud sound of the engine roaring remains prominent in the arena. Cracks and snaps of electricity can be also heard cutting through the commotion, with JC and CJ both staring at the cage around them before moving from their corners.

Falcoon - It just got real for these two.

Kissens - It's sad to think that this is what this has come to, y'all.

Burst - Think of it this way. It's settled when it's over.

Falcoon - But hopefully not at the expense of either man's health.

Burst - Sure, whatever.

The two competitors are hesitant to lock up, making sure to keep a good amount of distance between each other. They inch closer as they circle the ring, never breaking eye contact with one another. Just then the two men lock up and start to struggle for an advantage -- but JC gains control, and tosses Chase to the canvas. He immediately rolls back up to his feet and rushes into a second collar and elbow tie up with JC. A second time he is tosses to the mat with ease -- with JC laughing out loud at Chase. He grows enraged and rushes back to JC, holding his arms up for another tie up -- but when JC returns the favor, CJ ducks down and brings a sharp left elbow into the lower abdomen of JC. The sucker punch drops him to his right knee and Chase goes on the offensive. He whips his right shin across the left arm of JC, moving counter clockwise around his kneeling adversary. Chase Johnson crushes JC across the small of his back with a second snap kick, keeping him grounded while CJ shifts to JC's right. The third strike comes out of thin air as Chase Johnson leaps into the air -- and spins himself around once while kicking his right foot backwards, executing a pinpoint spin kick that connects right on JC's nose. The impact of the kick knocks him flat to his back, with CJ landing on his feet and rounding towards JC's extended legs. A quick stomp to the right thigh of JC keeps him on the defensive as he clutches his leg with both hands. As he does so, CJ moves up towards his head and stomps the right bicep of his opponent which breaks his grasp on his right leg. Johnson hops over JC and slams the sole of his boot down onto his exposed left elbow, and rounds it out by sliding down to his feet again -- and jumping off the mat with both feet, and bringing them down on the inside of JC's left thigh. In a lot of pain, JC tries to shake it off by moving around his damaged limbs -- but in doing so, he remains flat on his back in the middle of the ring.

Falcoon - CJ is systematically attacking JC's limbs.

Burst - While he isn't physically intimidating, his strongest weapon is his mind.

Kissens - He needs to keep JC off his feet so he can't get into the power game, or a battle of strikes.

Falcoon - CJ needs to fight it on his terms, or else this is finished.

Straying from his game plan a bit, CJ moves back up to the head of JC and grabs a hold of his hair with both hands. He slowly leads his opponent up from his back, and onto his knees once more. CJ lets go of JC as he gets him to his knees, and steps back to measure him up. Chase goes back to task with a shin kick across JC's chest, rocking him back a bit but not taking him down to his back. CJ attempts another, but JC catches his right leg against his chest. He hooks Johnson under his knee and stands back up to his feet -- keeping CJ hoping up and down on his left foot. When JC stand he yanks CJ's leg towards him and pulls him forward -- right into a huge clothesline, flipping CJ over onto his stomach as JC collapses to his hands and knees from his momentum.

Burst - Can anyone else say "tide shifter"?

Falcoon - That is exactly what Chase needed NOT to happen.

JC pulls himself up to his feet and clutches his right arm against his abdomen. He turns his body around and with his left hand reaches down to grab CJ by his right arm, and he begins dragging him towards one side of the ring. Barely in a state of consciousness, CJ is unable to fight being pulled towards one of the cage panels as JC stops right next to the ropes. He bends himself forward and scoops CJ up around his head, and lifts him to his unsteady feet. He takes his time as he hooks his right arm under the left arm pit of CJ and looks deep into his eyes. With all of his might he hiptosses Chase off of his feet and flips him towards the cage panel -- but CJ was playing possum, and as he flips he is able to stop himself short of the cage by placing both of his boots on the top rope while grabbing JC's right hand. He springs off of the ropes and wraps both of his legs around JC's neck -- trying to swing himself around for an assisted headscissors takedown, which he executes when JC flips over onto his back. The crowd explodes as Chase scrambles to get up to his feet before JC, and beats him by just a second.

Kissens - There he goes!

Falcoon - CJ with an amazing counter, and he has JC on the ropes!

Getting up first allows CJ to close the distance between the two, and when JC gets up he is met with both boots of his opponent cracking him in the face. CJ hits the mat after executing the dropkick, which only staggers JC back into one of the corners and slowly presses himself up. When he notices JC hung up in the corner he breaks into a sprint and jumps to the second rope -- raining down right hands to the face of JC with all the might he has. After three straight shots to the bridge of his nose, JC pushes Chase from the ropes and CJ rolls down to the canvas. He springs right back up to his feet and again runs at the corner -- jumping back up to the second rope, and bringing closed fists to the face of JC once again. He only gets in two this time before he is pushed back, but he is prepared and lands on his feet this time.

Burst - He's possessed!

He charges a third time and leaps towards the second rope again -- but JC clutches him around his throat, and slams Chase straight down onto his head with a heart-stopping spinebuster.

Burst - ... And now he's dead.

Falcoon - What impact. If he isn't dead, he's going to wish he was.

JC remains leaned against the turnbuckle pads, trying to regain his composure while CJ clutches both of his hands over his head. JC walks out of the corner and heads to the center of the ring by stepping over Chase. He turns back to CJ and motions for him to get up, watching as he rolls over onto his stomach and grabs a hold of the nearest rope. Chase Johnson starts picking himself up from the mat with help from the ropes and eventually gets to a standing position. JC doesn't move an inch as CJ leans back into the corner JC was just in, and keeps still to measure up just how dazed CJ is. He takes his risk and runs to the corner -- lifting his right boot up, and extending his leg fully. Either by luck or absolute precision, CJ falls to the canvas and avoids the running big boot with JC's right foot getting hooked up over the top rope -- centimeters away from the steel cage.

Kissens - JC is going to get shocked, y'all!

Burst - I love the smell of burning flesh in the evening.

Falcoon - I'm plugging my nose now. Pass the kleenex, Jackie.

Johnson rolls out from under JC and gets back up to his feet, looking at the situation JC is in. He rushes forward and swings his right leg up -- kicking JC on the back of his thigh, but his leg remains stuck. JC barely remains on his left foot, keeping his balance just barely as CJ snaps a second kick to the exposed thigh. JC can do nothing about anything CJ is doing, and he watches as the former President of the OWF slips behind him and out of sight. Chase backs himself up to the opposite corner when JC frees his leg, to the shock of CJ. In a snap decision he rushes towards the corner, with JC's back to him, and he leaps into the air while tucking his knees to his chest. He delivers a shotgun double knee strike to the shoulder blades of JC -- smashing him chest-first against the turnbuckle pads as CJ hooks both of his hands around the front of JC's neck, keeping his knees dug into his back. Chase Johnson jerks his body backward and his two hundred and five pound frame starts a momentum shift that topples JC backwards as well -- where he is jerked to a hault, when CJ's back hits the back and his knees are driven into the back of JC a second time with a lung blower. The fans are going so ballistic that they finally drown out the roar of the generator.

Falcoon - What a combination by Chase!

Kissens - Fast, well-timed strikes y'all. If he can keep it going he has it in the bag!

CJ pushes JC off the top of him, rolling him to the side. He slowly gets back up to his feet, gasping for air and bending his knees in a bit of pain. He tries to walk it off, but his limp is noticeable while JC has both of his hands behind his back.

Burst - He's blown up, Jackie. He's wearing down like the old man he is.

Falcoon - Old man?

Burst - Shut up, I'm allowed to call him old.

Instead of continuing on his assault, Chase chooses to take a breather and turns to watch his opponents movements. JC is slow to pick himself up, with the fans very eager to see where this goes from here. A few moments later he returns to his feet and squares his body to CJ, as the two engage in a staredown -- mostly acknowledging an amount of respect for each others abilities. No words are spoken as they remain motionless, trying to figure out the best way to proceed. A chant of "C-J! C-J!" rips through the arena which distracts JC for a moment, and allows CJ to take the opportunity offered to him. He runs at JC and tries to tackle him to the mat, but he is stopped dead in his tracks with a double axe handle to the back of his head. It drops CJ to all fours, but JC hooks both of his hands under CJ's arms and drags him back onto his feet -- while tucking his head between his legs. He shifts his arms down to the midsection of CJ and swings him up into a powerbomb position. JC runs clear across the ring and powerbombs CJ into the turnbuckle -- whipping his head back before he crashes to his rear on the mat. He rests against the corner and remains immobilized long enough for JC to rush at him. He brings his right knee into CJ's face and immediately pulls him from his seated position. He stands him to his feet, but immediately swings his right knee up into CJ's midsection. He bends forward only to receive a sharp knee from JC that he absorbs right to the face with such force he is knocked onto his back.

Kissens - This is going to be too much to watch soon.

Burst - It was only a matter of time.

The camera zooms in on JC's face, which is consumed by rage. It turns a bright red as he reaches down and scoops CJ up by his head. He keeps a hold of him by his hair and tucks his head between his legs, and underhooks both of Chase's arms at the elbows. He tucks both of his hands around the back of CJ's thighs and lifts him straight up into the air.

Falcoon - Oh shit! That Package Piledriver will kill CJ!

In a last ditch effort, CJ puts all of his momentum forward as he is hoisted up and it is enough to tip JC over onto his back. His hold on CJ's arms keeps him in a weird pinning situation, with CJ sitting on top of JC's chest and the referee sliding in to make the count.

Kissens - CJ has him pinned!

1... 2... kickout by JC!

Burst - That was close. But now he's screwed!

Chase rolls to the canvas, in no shape to follow up while JC stands up as if he is rejuvenated. He slowly stalks towards the former President and brings his foot down across his chest, stunning CJ long enough for JC to formulate a game plan. He begins to put it into action as he grabs a hold of CJ's right arm and begins dragging him up to his feet. When he gets there he dips his shoulder into CJ's abdomen and hikes him up onto his shoulders. JC holds him in a standing firemans carry, and begins spinning himself around in the center of the ring. He continually rotates, with the fans and commentator team losing count rather quickly. Instead of dropping him, JC further disorientates CJ by continuing the spin -- going around in circles for a full thirty seconds. With every passing moment, the boo's from the crowd get louder and louder. Finally, JC releases his hold of CJ's legs and the momentum of the spin swings him off of the shoulders of JC. He lays out and nails a TKO out of the spinning firemans carry -- with CJ's head bouncing off of the mat with extreme force. In a knee-jerk reaction JC stands up to his feet but staggers around with one foot way out in front of the other -- very shaky and dizzy from the spinning session. Trying to ease his equilibrium he drops to his right knee and closes his eyes, with CJ laying motionless just feet behind him. The fans grow restless and sway away from trying to bring down JC, and start cheering to bring up CJ. The chant seems to have some effect as CJ begin to move and brings his knees up to his chest.

Falcoon - I have no idea how CJ is moving so quick out of that.

Burst - You're right, I thought he would be toast by now.

Kissens - He has to keep his distance and pick his spots. Getting up faster doesn't really mean anything if he can't follow up, y'all.

JC finally gets his senses back about him and stands himself back up. Chase Johnson tries to press himself up with a push-up, but his arms shake violently -- forcing him to collapse back onto his chest. JC returns to CJ and grabs him by his hair, and drags him off of the canvas with CJ trying to fight him off. He nails a few shots to JC's body, but it doesn't impede JC from easily lifting Chase back up to a standing position. JC bends forward slightly and scoops CJ up onto his shoulder -- holding him in a front powerslam position, and turning him to face one side of the ring. He rushes into a jog holding CJ tightly, and looking to ram him face-first into the cage. Somehow CJ is able to slide off of JC's shoulder, and falls down to a kneeling position -- with JC nearly running into the cage on his own. He is able to stop himself short and turns back around only to receive a low blow from CJ. He continues his desperate measures as he rakes JC's eyes the moment he becomes doubled over. Now in a good amount of pain, and unable to see, CJ uses this time to muster up all the strength he has in his right arm. Out of nowhere he swings it upward and connects with a closed fisted uppercut to JC's jaw -- standing him up straight and knocking him for a loop. Getting his second wind, CJ gets up to his feet and dropkicks JC's chest -- stumbling him backwards, but not knocking him over. Chase returns to his feet and approaches the staggering JC -- elbowing him right on his diaphragmn, and immediately turning to run at the opposite set of ropes.

Falcoon - CJ is on a roll here.

Kissens - He needs more than a roll, y'all. He needs a miracle.

He hits them and bounces back, leaping into the air for a cross body block -- but JC catches him, and holds him parallel to the mat. He walks to the center of the ring, and swings CJ's legs out to the left, but he is able to counter and land on his feet. When he does he ducks behind JC and nails a second low blow -- following it up by rolling around the front of JC, and isolating his right arm.

Burst - He keeps going cheap, and thats the only way he can win.

Falcoon - No rules. Win by any means.

Burst - I know, but he needs to do more.

He tries to throw JC into a sprint, but he doesn't budge. Instead, JC irish whips CJ with every ounce of his upper body strength -- with CJ crashing into the ropes, and nearly hitting the steel cage. He bounces off of them and sprints back at JC who throws his right boot up at CJ's head.

Falcoon - Big Boot of De--

Somehow he is able to duck underneath it, and spins around behind JC -- and immediately breaks off into a sprint towards the ropes. JC turns around as CJ rushes towards him and cracks him with a running elbow strike.

Kissens - Holy crap!

The shot nearly knocks JC out, as his feet waiver under him. CJ stares at the big man and rushes to the corner nearest to him, he quickly climbs to the second rope facing JC. He leaps off the turnbuckle and delivers another elbow strike, dropping JC down to his left knee. The fans sigh in shock of the power of the strikes -- with CJ standing over JC, trying to figure out how to keep his attack going. Trying anything he can possibly muster up, CJ hits the ropes again with all intentions of this being the last time. He heads back at JC and brings his right knee cap straight to his face -- knocking him flat to his back. He remains there only for a moment before he bounds right back up to his right knee, with CJ looking absolutely shocked. His look of shock turns to anger as for a fourth time he runs and bounces off of the ropes -- but when he returns, JC steps up to his feet and clutches CJ around his abdomen. With all of his strength he tosses CJ over his head with a belly to belly suplex when sends Chase crashing into one of the cage panels -- back-first, and upside down. Upon impact a flash of sparks comes from the spot where CJ hit as he falls straight down -- with his upper body between the ropes, and the steel cage. He is just inches from a constant connection, but he holds onto the ropes while the skin on his back has already begin to synge.

Falcoon - OH MY GOD!

Burst - Look, his back looks like a waffle!

Kissens - Get him off of the ropes god damnit!

Falcoon - Please, someone do something!

Burst - Don't look at me!

JC turns around and sees CJ hung up -- barely holding onto consciousness. Showing his true colors he runs at CJ and drives the sole of his boot straight into his face -- slamming his head against the cage, with another shock running through his body.

Falcoon - STOP YOU FUCKING PRICK!

Chase falls lifeless over the ropes, with JC moving him off of them and letting him fall to his back. The fans are in absolute silence as JC walks to CJ's body, and places his right foot on his chest.

Kissens - Count it, and get him out! NOW!

1... 2... 3!

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

The power to the cage is cut off as the generator is shut down outside of the ring. JC holds his arms into the air as the referee bails from the ring, leaving through the now unlocked cage door -- leaving the door open as he leaves.

Falcoon - This is just sick.

Kissens - I hope he's proud.

Burst - Oh great here come the morons!

Dude JoB and Trent Steel rush into the ring from the crowd and run in. JC just staring down at CJ. Trent moves in between JC and his opponent, while DJ helps Chase up -- even though he remains lifeless. The camera is close enough to pick up what Trent is saying with DJ holding an unconscious CJ.

Trent Steel - What the fuck are you doing man he’s had enough!

Kissens - He has changed!

JC looks at Trent funny as Trent just smirks and turns around kicking CJ square in the balls.

Burst - Wrong!

Falcoon - This has to stop! SOMEONE!

DJ looks flabbergasted as the crowd starts to boo as CJ falls in a heap to his back. DJ leaps into the air and legdrops CJ. JC starts to yell something as DJ pulls CJ back up -- dragging his dead weight.

Falcoon - No No NO!!!

Big Boot of Death! CJ’s head bounces off the cage wall as Trent and DJ wait for him to bounce off, and jump into the air in unison to nail double dropkicks to the head of CJ -- which drops him to his back. Trent yells at one of the cameramen to get in the cage. Trent slaps CJ into “X-Treme Prejudice” and starts wrenching CJ -- who isn't moving. The camera picks up the words of Steel.

Trent Steel - So you’re a wrestler now huh? Then I have no quams about breaking your fucking back!

Security finally breaks in and tries to separate CJ from The Rouges. All three men hold their arms up high as the crowd starts to pelt them with garbage.

Falcoon - Those damn Rouges are back to full strength and are set to finish what they started before OWF shut down!

Burst - And if this is them being nice…these pay per views just picked up a whole level of ultravolence

Kissens - I don't know what to say, y'all.

Falcoon - We may have just seen the end of a legacy here.

Burst - He'll be alright guys. Don't worry.

Falcoon - Oh shut the hell up. We're out of here now, but we will be back for High Voltage on November 28th!

Kissens - Yeah, great.

Falcoon - Goodnight!

The feed cuts out to black, and then the OWF logo pops up on the screen to end the telecast.