The first shot opens outside the Tokyo Dome where Drake Munday is speaking to a large Japanese woman.

Drake Munday - What? You want to sell me nachos?

Woman - Cri! Thasa kwaihorosidenaco, braifei auko!

Drake Munday - Can you speak English?

Woman - Bru, kwaihorosidenaco bwea!!!

Drake Munday - SECURITY!!!

Two large security guards come rushing over to where Drake is standing.

Guard #1 - Sup?

Drake Munday - I got a problem with this lady that I need you to take care of...

Guard #2 - Oh?

Drake Munday - Yeah, I'll pay you...

Guard #1 - Sure. Baseball bat? Dustbin? What do you want?

Drake Munday - Huh? Dude, I just want you to translate what the hell she's on about.

Guard #2 turns to the woman before asking-

Guard #2 - Des haca loi weheri?

The large woman slaps the guard before storming off. The three american exchange glances before bursting out in laughter.

Drake Munday - HAHAHAHAH. Okay, get lost now.

The two guards shuffle off, Drake spots something approaching him and smiles.

Drake Munday - There you are!

A banged up car stops in front of him. A young bulky man steps out. It's ATV Interviewer Michael Malone.

Drake Munday - Hey!

Michael Malone - Hey, you know where I can put my cat?

Michael pulls out a scruffy cat from the car.

Drake Munday - Are you even allowed to bring animals into Japan?

Michael Malone - You are when you have an extra 2000 yen.

Drake Munday - Nice. What's her name?

Michael Malone - Olivia Wendy Ferdinand.

Drake laughs.

Michael Malone - What?

Drake Munday - Nothin', just reminds me of something.

Scott Kidd - Hello Japan, and hello OWF fans all over the world!

A translation of Executive Board Member Scott Kidd's words is aired over the speaker system -- drawing a nice applause from the sold out Tokyo Dome.

Scott Kidd - For those who do not know me, I am Scott Kidd and I am here to impart a few notes that I had to go over before tonight starts. We've had a lot of people asking about our next show, and I want you all to know that we will carry on and hold OWF Blood Bath -- but the date of the show has been pushed back slightly. The new date of the show will be Thursday, December 31st and we will kick off the new year on the right foot. On that card, we advertised a Pool of Blood Match for the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships -- but that will no longer be happening. The Pool of Blood Match will still happen, but the titles in question will not be the Tag Straps. In fact, most matches listed have been scrapped entirely.

Kidd pauses for a moment.

Scott Kidd - We also have plans to hold a WoW Championship Match if we can find any viable ladies willing to compete. As for anything else, we will have to wait to see how tonight goes -- but before I do anything else, I want to confirm one match. EJ Slayer was announced to be facing a former OWF Champion, and I can now tell you all that the man he will be facing signed on the dotted line just before we hit air.

The crowd listens to the words Kidd says in Japanese, and remain quiet in anticipation.

Scott Kidd - In a match for the ages, EJ Slayer will be taking on none other than... ANGEL!

The translation comes through -- and a roaring applause comes from the rather subdued Japanese crowd.

Scott Kidd - We will have more details on Blood Bath as the night goes on. But I have to get to my next subject, which is rather sad to say. As many of you witnessed at Shock and Terror, former OWF President Chase Johnson suffered incredible injuries in his match with JC -- and from the attacks afterwards. While I am not at liberty to list the extent of his injuries, I can confirm that Chase Johnson will not be back during the OWF Farewell Tour.

The last words being translated comes through, and a few groans are heard.

Scott Kidd - Please keep CJ in your thoughts and prayers, and hopefully one day he can make his return to the place he loves. In tribute to him, lets make this count guys. Have a great night, and enjoy the actio--

The cameras cut to another point backstage, where a young man with teen idol looks and an ultra-modern wardrobe paces with a high tech smart phone in his hand. Across his fitted blue shirt, in what appears to be gold glitter is the name “Jeffy Pryce.”

Jeffy Pryce - This is such bullcrap! I stole the feed from DK, got your phone hooked up in the hospital bed and I know I belong in that match.

The voice of CJ plays as a tape over.

Chase Johnson – Number one, having yet to debut greatly hinders your title opportunities. Two, you had a chance to throw your name in, and you failed to take advantage of it. Seize the day, dipshit.

Jeffy Pryce – But Daaaaad!

Chase Johnson – Don't call me that. I've got enough to deal with right now. Stay on my good side, pretend you're an adult, and try to act like a professional. I made sure your contract's got loopholes galore. You get caught so much as picking your nose, it's a oneway trip the unemployment line.

Jeffy Pryce – I haven't done that since I was twelve. And if I've got a contract, why can't I get in the ring? We both know you're hurting for talent.

Chase Johnson – This arena is packed with people who don't know who the fuck you are. Why would I pull anybody with a sliver of name value out of a match to substitute a unknown from Ala-fucking-bama?

Jeffy Pryce – Um. Because you want me to succeed?

Chase Johnson – Here's your first lesson in success: You have to earn it. So either impress me or go back to the indies. I've got no more power to help you.

Jeffy Pryce – But I'm you're Billion Dollar Legacy!

Chase Johnson – You're a Billion Dollar Brat. And I could say something about your mother being a two-dollar whore, but I'll take the highroad. Go make some fucking friends, Jeff.

The phone clicks, and Jeffy places his phone back in his pocket. Showing an eerily white smile to his alleged father, Jeffy imparts a final promise.

Jeffy Pryce – I won't let you down, Dad.

The cameras cut to inside of the sold out Tokyo Dome, with over ninety thousand Japanese fans standing and applauding. The shot cuts to a huge setup on the ramp, with yellow lightning strikes raining down from the rafters of the arena. A huge boom roars from a round of pyrotechnics firing off into the air, as a thick fog hangs above the heads of the fans. We cut to a few shots of the seated crowd, all looking very happy to be there. The cameras round ringside and come upon the announcers table, which has four people seated at the table for this event. The camera focuses in on the four, who all turn their attention to the hard camera.

Falcoon - AAAAHHOOOOO--

Burst - THIS BLOWS!

Dunn - No, it rules.

Burst - Four people on commentary. Sad really.

Kissens - Come on, work with it.

Falcoon - Hello OWF fans, and welcome to High Voltage! I am joined by Jackie Kissens, Nick Burst and James Dunn in what should be an amazing night of act--

"Wherein Lies Continue" by Slipknot opens the show instead of the usual pyro. JC steps onto the stage and ignores the boos of the the crowd.

Falcoon - There goes my introduction.

Dunn - Thank God for that.

Burst - Shut up, Jimmy. Being cynical is my gig!

Dunn - It may be your gig, but I excelled at it.

Kissens - Can we just shut up so we can find out what we all want to know -- What is he doing here, y'all?

JC makes his way to ringside, as fans boo and attempt to throw things at him.

Falcoon - Even respectful Japanese wrestling fans can't stand him.

He continues to ignore them. He grabs a microphone but chooses not to enter the ring, instead he paces around the ringside area.

JC - I bet you all were hoping you wouldn't have to see me tonight. Hoping I wouldn't continue to show you the error of your ways and destroy those you think are what is good for this company. Just like how I destroyed Chase Johnson. Let's be honest folks, that wasn't even a match. It was an execution. It was the finale to the long tragedy that has become Johnson's career. I took his job, I took his health and now I've taken away his livlihood. He won't even be wrestling again. You may be thinking...how is a man proud of that?

JC holds up his Tears title as the translation of his words is played, and the crowd continues to boo.

JC - This is how I am proud of it. I am a champion and do not need to defend myself. I know I'm great. I don't need to prove it to any of you because the fact of the matter is Trent and myself are unstoppable as a tag team. I know that I've got future opponents at Bloodbath. I'm not here to talk about that because let's face it...my title reign is not in jeopardy. I'm here to claim another victim who makes this business look bad.

JC sets his belt upon the announcing table and paces some more.

JC - This is a man who decided to not only embarrass himself last month, but embarrass the entire company with a pathetic display. Some people just shouldn't be wrestlers, and this man is one of them. So I'm proud to inform you fans that I am going to take his place and do his job a hell of a lot better than he attempted to do at mine.

Kissens - What is he talking about, y'all?

Dunn - I don't kn....

Before Dunn can finish, JC has reached over the announce table and pull him across it. Dunn attempts to fight back but recieves a swift knee to the abdomen. JC tosses him into the ring and follows.

Burst - Haha! Yes! That's what you get for taking my jerb!

Falcoon - This is too much. DON'T WE HAVE SECURITY ANYMORE?

Kissens - I don't think we have the funds.

Dunn stands up and walks right into a fireman's carry, which is followed with the Solitaire Unraveling. JC smirks and backs up into the corner. After a few moments, Dunn is crawling to the ropes and dragging himself to his feet. JC wastes no more time. He runs across the ring, stretches his leg out and boots Dunn right in the nose. Blood begins flowing immediately as Dunn falls backwards through the ropes and out of the ring towards the entrance. That is where he remains as JC leaves the ring laughing. He moves over to the announce position.

Falcoon - What the hell was that for? Are you picking on announcers now?

JC grabs the headset that Dunn was wearing and sits down right in between Kissens and Falcoon, who move out of his way with no trouble. Burst has a wide smile on his face, and reaches past Gordie to pat JC on the back.

Burst - Great to have you here! You know, I think four people on commentary is a brilliant idea!

JC - I thought so, Nick. I'm just here to provide some unbiased commentary for tonight's events, not steal the show -- even though I could.

Burst - Without question.

Falcoon - I don't feel safe here.

Kissens - Me neither.

From next to the announcers table we see Missy Janson stand from her steel chair, pulling a microphone from the time keepers table and heading towards the nearest set of ring steps.

JC - Don't worry guys, you're in good hands.

Falcoon - That's what I am worried about.

Missy ascends the steel steps and makes her way onto the ring apron, receiving a nice welcome from the crowd. She parts the ropes and enters the ring through the top and middle ones.

Burst - Come on Godfrey, grow a set. It's time for the first match.

Missy gets to the middle of the ring, and brings the microphone to her mouth.

Missy Janson - It is time for the first contest of the evening -- and it is an Elimination Rules Sensational Six-Way for the OWF Crusierweight Championship!

An unexpectedly loud roar comes over the crowd, excited for some high paced action after the translation is aired over the PA System.

Falcoon - Good to see the fans are amped for this one.

Burst - Yeah, that makes what... 90,000 japs as the only ones.

JC - Well it's obvious who will win, so that takes the excitement out of it.

Falcoon - And who is that?

JC - Dude JoB... come on. It's over before it started.

Kissens - I think it will be a good match, y'all.

Burst - Pure spotfest. Just wait.

Falcoon - We will!

Missy Janson - All six competitors will start in the ring, with eliminations occuring due to pinfall or submission. The last man standing will become the final Cruiserweight Champion!

Missy pauses, as the fans excitement dies down.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Saginaw, Michigan... Please welcome back, Styxx!

The lights of the arena go black. "Cowboys from Hell" blasts over the P.A. system. WE BREAK BONES begins flashing on the screen. Fog fills the top of the ramp and then the spotlight shines down as Styxx appears. He taunts the crowd for a moment and then runs down to the ring.

Burst - Welcome back? Who is this guy?

Falcoon - He was here about a year ago, while you were cutting out coupons and yelling at kids on your lawn.

Burst - Oh.

He jumps up on the apron and flips in over the ropes as his music cuts out. He receives a mild reception from the respectful crowd.

Missy Janson - Out to the ring next, also making his return to the OWF. From Saginaw, Michigan... Stonze!

"Cowboys From Hell" begins to play over the PA system. "We Break Bones" flashes on the screen to the beat of the song.

Oh yeah!

A few fans cheer as Stonze appears from the back.

Under the lights where we stand tall.
Nobody touches us at all.
Showdown, shootout, spread fear within, without,
We're gonna take what's ours to have.
Spread the word throughout the land.
They say the bad guys wear black.
We're tagged and can't turn back

He begins to walk down the ramp towards the ring.

You see us comin'
And you all together run for cover
We're taking over this town"
He removes his hat, half way down the ramp, and tosses it into the crowd of fans.
"Here we come reach for your gun.
And you better listen well my friend, you see.
It's been slow down below,
Aimed at you we're the cowboys from hell.
Deed is done again, we've won.
Ain't talking no tall tales friend,
'Cause high noon, your doom
Comin' for you we're the cowboys from Hell

He approaches the ring and walks around to the stairs. He walks up the steps and enters the ring between the top and middle ropes.

Pillage the village, trash the scene,
But better not take it out on me.
'Cause a ghost town is found,
Where your city used to be.
So out of the darkness and into the light,
Sparks fly everywhere in sight.
From my double barrel, 12 gauge,
Can't lock me in your cage

He climbs the turnbuckles and raises his arms up in the air. He leaps backwards, off of the turnbuckle, turning 180 degrees and lands back in the ring.

You see us comin'
And you all together run for cover
We're taking over this town

Burst - Styxx... and Stonze.

Kissens - Yep!

Burst - Let me guess, tag partners?

JC - Correct.

Burst - Well any alliances in this match surely help both of their odds.

Falcoon - Wow, that was insightful.

He removes his jacket as the music ends. He hangs the jacket on the turnbuckle post in his corner and waits for the match to begin.

Burst - Shut up, Gerry.

Missy Janson - The next competitor, also making his return... From Boston, Massachusetts... Piter Svoboda!

No music, no pageantry accompanies Piter Svoboda as he emerges from behind the curtains. Instead the sound of silence echoes through the arena, with the japanese fans showing great respect for Piter's past. He acknowledges them briefly, then turns his frail frame to the ring.

Burst - What the hell happened to him!

Falcoon - God knows since we last saw him.

Burst - Leave it to Svoboda to out disgust his own past precedent.

JC - He can't weigh more than a buck twenty soaking wet.

He strolls down the ramp and rolls into the ring, keeping away from Styxx and Stonze who have joined up in one of the corners. Missy lifts the microphone back up to her lips and continues her introductions.

Missy Janson - Out next, from The Hall of Justice... recent survivor of a bear attack, The Avenger!

Over the PA, a voice is heard:

PA System - Courtesy of your Friendly Neighborhood Avenger!

"Courage" by Alien Ant Farm comes over the speakers and The Avenger leaps out on the stage, making heroic poses. As he moves down the ramp, he shakes hands, kisses babies, and signs autographs.

Kissens - Good to see he's still alive.

Burst - Bear attacks are serious business.

JC - I still have trouble believing that happened.

Kissens - It did. Greg killed the bear!

Burst - And where is he now? Besides playing Mr. Mom.

JC - Picking his teeth out of his stool from the last time we encountered each other.

He stands at the ring, makes sure his cape is attached and then leaps up onto the apron, before climbing up the turnbuckle and doing yet another heroic pose. His music fades out, as he backs into one of the two remaining neutral corners. Just then, the cameras cut backstage.

Falcoon - Where the hell are we go--

We cut backstage where Drake Munday is dragging tired looking small-time interviewer Michael Malone through to his locker room.

Michael Malone - Why have you brought me here?

Drake Munday - Because if that cheapo wrestling gossip site was anything to go by, you're exactly what i need.

Michael Malone - What cheapo gossiping wrestling site?

Drake Munday - ATV.com

Michael Malone - ...that's my cheapo gossiping site!

Drake Munday - Uh-huh. Listen, I know you know about wrestling. So be my manager...pleeeeaaase. You're on TV already, the fans will love you.

Michael Malone - Are you sure?

Drake Munday - You betcha, I could use some wrestling knowledge and maybe a bit of microphone mania to spice up my career.

Michael Malone - This fed is dead, you said this yourself, it's a crap federation that you care nothing ab-

Drake Munday - Not in front of the camera, Malone.

Michael Malone - Sorry, but you see! I'm not cut out for the wrestling business! I never was! Oh...another secret spilt. I'm not very good at this am I?

Drake Munday - No, you aren't. C'mon, my match is about to start.

Drake Munday walks out of his locker room and down a corridor, he sees Joey the crazy jobber cowering in a corner.

Drake Munday - Sup, Joey?

Joey the crazy jobber - Pantomimes!! THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!!!!

Drake walks past through a set of double doors with Michael Malone following behind,

Michael Malone - Who was that guy?

Drake Munday - Joey? I think he's Acting President of OWF at the moment or something.

Michael Malone - Heh, good one.

Drake Munday - Good what?

Michael Malone - I thought...never mind.

They turn a corner and begin heading to the gorilla position, where through the curtain chants of "Munday, Munday" can already be heard.

Michael Malone - Thought they hated you?

Drake Munday - I really don't care what they think any more.

Michael Malone - Right.

Drake Munday - Follow my lead.

We cut back to Missy.

Burst - Ooookay.

Missy Janson - The fifth entrant to this match, from Green Bay, Wisconsin... He is the current MVW-OWF-NLW LillyAss Champion... Drake Munday!

The lights go out, Paint It Black hits the PA as the lights turn back on Drake runs through the curtains to large cheering with the LillyAss Title around his waist. The camera zooms in on Michael's worried face, before he too tentatively tip-toes through the curtain to very little reaction at all. 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.

Burst - I can't believe he is wearing that out here.

Falcoon - Well he made sure Dunn pinned him so he would get it.

Kissens - Might as well flaunt it, y'all.

Drake gets into his corner, with his music fading out and Missy finishing up her annoucements.

Missy Janson - And finally, the last entrant to the match, from Love Valley, North Carolina... Dude JoB!

"Scream" by Billy Idol starts to play as tye dye smoke shoots up from the entrance way as Dude JoB emerges from the smoke. His eyes focused but his mouth keeping a psychotic smirk on it. The fans boo or cheer for him, and he does care but he doesn't show it. He gets halfway down the rampway before he produces a tye dye bandana and wraps it around his head to keep the hair out of his eyes. He then walks down to the ring and leaps in, he poses for the crowd for a moment before signaling to the referee that he is ready to begin.

Burst - Okay, so if Dude JoB is the only viable competitor -- why are we even having this?

JC - Space filler?

Falcoon - Come on you two, this has the potential to be a great match.

Burst - Sure, but the next shit I take has the potential to be shaped like Jesus Jackson -- that doesn't mean it will.

Kissens - HEY!

Burst - Okay, you're right. It probably would look just like him.

His music fades out with all six men eyeing each other up. The referee holds up the Cruiserweight Championship, then passes it off to Missy as she exits the ring.

Falcoon - Knock it off, the match is going to start!

He signals for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The six men set off in their own directions, with every one finding a mate to throwdown with. Stonze and Piter Svoboda lock up in a tight collar and elbow tie up, pushing each other around the ring -- while right next to them, Styxx charges and gets decked by a clothesline from Drake Munday. The Avenger and Dude JoB eye each other up and walk around in a small circle, trying to find the best way to take advantage of the other. They start off trading blows, with DJ nailing a swift right hook but The Avenger responding with a toe kick to Dude JoB's abdomen. The camera cuts back to the other side of the ring, where Piter sweeps out the legs of Stonze and mounts him -- raining down with short right hands to his face, until Stonze rolls and pushes Piter off of him. In the same shot we see Munday scoop Styxx from his back and sends him into a full sprint with an irish whip. When he returns, Munday attempts a hip toss but Styxx hooks his left arm inside the right elbow of Drake. He swings himself around the back of Drake, floats over his left shoulder, and then uses his left arm to hook Munday's neck. He swings from Drake's neck and attempts to spin across the face of his body towards his right arm where he began -- but Munday catches Styxx and decimates him with a uranage, dropping him straight onto the back of his head.

JC - You know, ever since I took Munday under my wing he has done a lot better for himself.

Falcoon - That was months ago.

JC - What did you say?

Falcoon - N-nothing.

JC - Thought so.

The feed cuts back to Dude JoB and The Avenger, who have continued to try to beat the other down. Finally Dude JoB gets the advantage with a spinning back-fist that seemingly comes out of nowhere. He follows it up by turning his back to The Avenger, and running to the nearest set of ring ropes. DJ springs from the mat and to the second rope, then uses it to propel himself back towards The Avenger who remains dazed on his feet. He spins while in the air to lock his legs around The Avengers head, and whips him over onto his back with a springboard headscissors takedown. As he slides on the mat, The Avenger falls at the feet of Munday who is standing over Styxx. Drake ignores him, and just waits patiently for Styxx to recover as he gets to all fours near one of the corners. Right next to them the camera picks up Piter Svoboda now on the receiving end of an attack by Stonze, who backs him all the way into the corner by pushing past Drake. Stonze unleashes a fury of short shin kicks to Piter's abdomen, keeping him pressed into the corner. Just when it seems like Svoboda is done with, he grabs Stonze around his leg and picks him over his shoulder -- onto to drop him to a seated position on the top rope. Svoboda quickly scales the turnbuckle, and stands atop the top rope right in front of Stonze. Dude JoB watches from the corner as Svoboda leaps and places both legs on either shoulder of Stonze. He tries for the top rope hurricanrana, but Stonze doesn't budge and instead holds Piter on his shoulders in powerbomb position. The fans begin to "ooh" and "ahh" as buzz starts throughout the crowd, anticipating something big. They get it, but from an unexpected source as Dude JoB runs to the corner. He uses Styxx's back to leap towards the top rope, but instead of standing there he buries both of his knees into the back of Svoboda while he is still in the powerbomb position from Stonze. As DJ hooks his hands around the head of Piter, the amount of weight for Stonze to hold is too much -- and all three men fall forward, with Drake moving out of the way. All at once, DJ nails a back senton on Styxx which lays him flat on the mat, executes a lung blower on Svoboda while he flips Stonze over into the center of the ring with a hurricanrana. The fans explode into one loud round of applause, with the ring looking like a morgue.

Falcoon - What the hell!

JC - Now that was pretty cool.

Kissens - So much happened right there, y'all.

Burst - And now everyone is finished!

Drake stares down at all of his opponents, and chooses to pick his battle -- rolling Styxx over onto his back, and makes the cover.

Burst - Except Drake!

JC - Smart.

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

Missy Janson - Styxx has been eliminated!

Kissens - And Drake is one step closer to being a double champion!

Falcoon - Drake's stock really has gone up lately.

Drake hops right up to his feet, and looks around for another person to eliminate -- but instead, we see Jeffy Price come running down the aisle, to no reaction at all.

Burst - What the crap!

Munday gets ignored by Jeffy as he bounds up onto the apron, and he watches as Svoboda begins struggling to get up to his feet.

JC - So this is CJ's son, eh?

Falcoon - Don't.

JC - Don't what?

Jeffy Price springboards to the top rope and leaps from it -- extending his legs out, and dropping a leg drop across the back of Piter's head. A nice reaction comes from the crowd, which gets Jeffy to stand up and showboat a bit.

Kissens - He hit one move. Relax, kid.

Jeffy turns around -- and out of nowhere, ends up on the receiving end of the Darkness cutter from Drake. The fans cheer while Jeffy rolls out of the ring.

JC - Didn't have to do anything there. Jeffy is as much of a failure as his father.

Drake slowly reaches his feet, and turns to catch Piter Svoboda stumbling back up to his feet with his eye rolled in the back of his head. Drake crouches down and positions himself in Piter's blind spot, watching him as he gets onto the balls of his feet and stumbles to his right. When he does, Drake leaps about six feet into the air and grabs Piter around his head -- laying out with a devastating cutter, dropping Svoboda right upon his face.

JC - The Darkness! Hahaha, if Drake wins this I swear I'll die.

Munday rolls the limp body of Piter Svoboda over onto its back, and lays over his chest. The referee turns away from Styxx, who rolls out of the ring, and immediately drops to all fours to make the count. 1... 2... 3!

Burst - Come on, Drake!

Kissens - Are we all pulling for Drake?

Missy Janson - Piter Svoboda has been eliminated!

Falcoon - How could you not?

JC - Smartest thing you've said all night, Gord-o.

Falcoon - Thank you.

JC - Shut up. I lied, we all know Dude JoB has this in the bag.

Burst - Good one!

Drake stands up, with a nice ovation coming from the crowd -- which seems to distract Drake. He walks towards the ropes while the remaining three superstars all get back up to their feet, nursing various injuries. Drake yells at the fans, while Dude JoB punts The Avenger in the gut -- only to be struck with a sharp elbow from Stonze. When he follows up with a second, he gets caught with a swinging kick to the back from a recovered Avenger which staggers him forward. He leaps into the air and dropkicks Stonze down to the canvas, and quickly picks himself up to face Dude JoB. As DJ stands, he is met with a dropkick from The Avenger as well. Drake has his back to The Avenger, who runs up behind him and dumps him over the top rope -- sending him crashing to the concrete floor. The japanese crowd starts to take notice of the masked man, when he is decked by a running lariat from Dude JoB. Just as DJ tries to catch a break, Stonze comes behind him and grabs him in a reverse waist lock -- but DJ counters quickly, taking Stonze over his shoulder with a snapmare. Stonze rolls up to a seated position, with DJ getting up as well and standing behind him. With one quick move, DJ brings his right shin across Stonze's spine -- knocking him to his right side. With DJ focusing on Stonze, he doesn't see The Avenger come from behind and he receives a running elbow strike right behind his left ear. The shot drops Dude JoB to his knees, with The Avenger gasping for air.

JC - Come on, this guy isn't a hero.

Falcoon - Well, he may be to some people.

JC - Who? The retarded and the paralyzed?

Burn - Burn to the disabled!

While The Avenger doubles over, Stonze gets up to his feet and lays a sharp kick to the face of The Avenger -- standing him up straight. From there, he grabs The Avenger and flips him over with a gordbuster. In a burst of adrenaline Stonze stands up after planting The Avenger right on his back, but has his legs hooked from behind. Dude JoB rolls Stonze to the canvas with a school boy, and the referee drops in to make the count.

Kissens - DJ with a roll up!

1... 2... 3!

Falcoon - Whoa! Stonze is going to be pissed.

JC - Who cares? If he didn't lose by a school boy, it would have been something else.

Missy Janson - Stonze has been eliminated!

Burst - But just like that, we are down to three.

Kissens - So who you guys got? I'm going with Drake, y'all!

Falcoon - I'll second that.

JC - Dude JoB wins.

Burst - And I'll second THAT!

From the outside, Drake pulls himself back into the ring. Where he is swamped by The Avenger, who may be dazed but still goes on the offensive. He pounds away at Drake for a moment, but Munday fights back up to his feet and pushes him away. Stonze rolls out of the ring incredibly angry, while DJ pulls himself back into a corner far from the last two opponents he has to deal with. He watches as Munday strikes with a stiff forearm, but ends up eating a left jab from The Avenger. Drake changes his plan and dips his shoulder into the abdomen of The Avenger and rushes him back into one of the turnbuckles. The referee forces Drake to break the hold, and unfortunately when he does The Avenger catches him with a blatant headbutt that drops Drake and busts him open above his eye.

Kissens - That was cheap!

Burst - Headbutts are legal!

The Avenger turns to the corner and begins climbing the ropes with his back to both of his opponents. DJ crawls along the mat, getting closer with The Avenger having no idea. As The Avenger gets up top, he stares down at Drake with a little uproar from the crowd. He leaps off the top, but instead of hitting a body splash he is caught horizontal from the canvas by Dude JoB -- who bursts from the mat with incredible speed.

Falcoon - Uh oh!

Dude JoB swings The Avenger around and places him back on his feet -- only to hit a bicycle kick, cracking The Avenger flush across the bridge of his nose and knocking him flat to his back. DJ wastes no time in making the cover, hooking both of his legs while the referee gets into position.

JC - Hey, let me know when they find The Avenger's brains.

1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - The Avenger has been eliminated!

Burst - Two men left to determine the Crusierweight Champion.

While Dude JoB takes his time in getting up, Drake has already sprung back up. He stalks DJ, crouching down like he did earlier in the match.

Falcoon - He's going to hit another Darkness!

JC - There's no way...

When DJ turns around, Drake leaps into the air and tries to grab Dude JoB's head -- which he does. But instead of falling flat to his back, Drake is hooked around his hips and dumped backwards onto his head with a high angle backdrop. The fans gasp as Drake seems to fall lifeless, but Dude JoB doesn't hesitate as he picks Drake up around his head. He leads his limp body back onto it's feet, only to hoist Drake straight up and drop him flat to his back with a spinebuster. DJ pops right up to his feet, and makes a throat cutting gesture before returning to Munday -- and strongarming him off of the canvas.

Kissens - What is it with you Rogues and wanting to destroy everyone when they're clearly finished.

JC - I don't know, it's like our thing.

Burst - Yeah, dumb bitch!

Falcoon - Are you going to suck his dick all night?

Burst - Hope not. That would kill my jaw.

Dude JoB steadies Drake, and winds up his right leg. He swings it up at Drake's head, but he ducks under the roundhouse attempt and pulls himself around behind Dude JoB. Munday springs into the air while DJ is turning, and grabs him around his head -- laying out, hitting the cutter he intended to hit minutes ago.

JC - SHIT!

Falcoon - DARKNESS ON DJ!

Kissens - Drake's gonna be Crusierweight Champion!

The crowd gets very amped after seeing Munday drive DJ's face to the canvas, but Drake is almost motionless as he lays on the mat. He claws with all of his strength and inches closer to Dude JoB, who remains flat on his stomach. The referee stays close, watching Drake grab a hold of DJ's shoulder.

Burst - This can't be happening!

Munday begins to roll Dude JoB over onto his back -- but he has his head hooked, and Dude JoB rolls him through into a small package.

JC - It's not!

Falcoon - He was playing possum!

The referee makes the count, with the fans getting up in arms. 1... 2... 3!

Missy Janson - Drake Munday has been eliminated... therefore the winner, and the NEW OWF Cruiserweight Champion... DUUUUDE JOOOB!!

Kissens - This sucks.

Missy brings the OWF Crusierweight Title to the ring, and hands it to the referee. In turn he hands it over to Dude JoB, who stands up to his feet with a wide smile on his face. He gets a few jeers, but a nice applause from the respectful crowd.

JC - See, these guys liked it!

Falcoon - They like exhibitions of talent and agility, and that match was full of it.

Burst - They also respect winners!

Dude JoB motions to JC before bailing from the ring, and starts to make an exit.

Kissens - Ugh.

Falcoon - Let's just go to commercial.

LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW, THURSDAY DECEMBER 31ST, 2009
FROM THE OUTSIDER DOME IN ASHEVILLE, NORTH CAROLINA!

MATCHES ANNOUNCED

DREAM MATCH
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PLUS THE POOL OF BLOOD MATCH, A CARIBBEAN CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH AND A WOW CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!

The cameras cut backstage after the commercial, where the newcomer to the OWF, Jeffy Price, talks on his phone again.

Jeffy Price - Did you see that Dad?

Chase Johnson - See what?

Jeffy Price - I made an impact!

There is a moment of silence over the phone, as Jeffy cleans the blood from his right nostril after getting driven down on his face.

Chase Johnson - Sorry, I was busy pissing blood. What did I miss?

Jeffy Price - Well I took out Svoboda, and then Munday got the best of me.

Chase Johnson - And that's making an impact?

Jeffy looks hurt by his alleged fathers words.

Chase Johnson - God, just give it up Jeffy.

CJ hangs up the phone, as a look of resolve comes over Jeffy's face and we cut back to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - Looks like Daddy isn't impressed.

Kissens - Can't we just leave CJ alone?

JC - Please. I mean, it must cost like sixty bucks a minute to call in to the retirement home.

Burst - Hahaha!

Falcoon - Come on guys.

JC - Alright, seriously. Jeffy Price may not have gotten CJ's notice or anyone elses -- but he has mine.

Kissens - Ugh, that's scary.

From next to the announcers table, Missy Janson picks herself up to her feet and steps away from the time keepers table with a microphone in her right hand. The cameras pan to the right to follow her as she heads towards the ring.

Falcoon - Well we can focus on the psychopath to the left of me later. Right now, it's time for the first World Title match since April!

Kissens - Wow, long time y'all.

JC - Don't worry, if Ray doesn't win here I'll do you all a favor.

Missy quickly skips up to the apron, using the steel ring steps positioned in the near corner. She parts the ropes and steps into the ring -- garnering a loud ovation from the eager crowd.

Burst - Jesse is going to win going away here. Ray just can't hang with him.

Falcoon - And you're basing this on...

Burst - My preminitions. I'm like nostradamus over here.

Kissens - You've been watching Discovery Channel too much.

Burst - That and the traveling antique show. I love good buy's!

Missy makes it to the center of the ring, and turns herself to the live camera.

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

The translation follows her words, and the fans all rise to their feet for the first time during the night.

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

The fans remain standing, then cheer in unison.

Missy Janson - Making his way to the ring first, the challenger, from Los Angeles, California... He is the reigning OWF Caribbean Champion... Ray Lopes!

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

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

Burst - This is a huge shot for Ray right here.

JC - He's going to mess it up.

Falcoon - He can't let it pass. He hasn't had a shot at the World Title in over a year and a half.

Kissens - I think he's going to make the most of it. He has a lot of momentum going into this one, y'all.

He hands the belt to the referee, who passes it to Missy. Ray's music begins to fade out as he hops back and forth from both legs.

Falcoon - Big win over JC, then Dude JoB. If he wins here, Ray has a stake in wrestler of the year categories!

Kissens - Wrestler of the half-year probably.

JC - Fluke win over me, get that straight.

Missy lifts the microphone to her lips, and continues on.

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

The lights go black as a deep, eerie growl is heard over the PA. Immediately we hear dirty, distored guitars come in before being followed by the drums kicking in. The second verse of "Motel of the White Locust" by glassJAw hits the PA System.

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

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

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

After the chorus, we see Jesse Williams walk out from the back with the OWF World Title held in his right hand as he drags it behind him. 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 -- seemingly upset by their disrespect. 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, and stares right at Ray Lopes.

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 hands the OWF Title to the referee before beginning to stretch his upper body, using the ropes to get himself prepared.

Falcoon - But in keeping with that it's hard to say Jesse is at a disadvantage against Ray. He has beaten him the last few times they met.

Burst - It's a whole new ball game now.

The referee holds the OWF Championship high above his head in the middle of the ring, then passes it off to Missy -- who takes both belts with her as she exits the ring. The Japanses crowd claps and chants in Japanese, eager to see the two fight it out.

Falcoon - This Japanese crowd is electric!

With both men staring right into each other's eyes, the referee gets himself into position. But just moments before he can call for the bell the two competitors rush the middle of the ring -- forcing the referee to jump back while calling for the bell...

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

... and just as it sounds, both men strike each other with their dueling extended right legs -- dazing them both with a double running yakuza kick. This gets the crowd into a frenzy as the all gasp in awe of the power of both men. They watch as the two regain a sense of their surroundings and immediately try to beat the other to the punch. Jesse's right elbow strike catches Lopes across the left cheek, but he shakes it off and his right hook catches Williams flush on the bridge of his nose. The shot doesn't phase Jesse much, as he whips a right shin kick across Lopes' exposed abdomen -- attempting to continue his assault by maintaining his momentum and spinning to his left. He rears his right arm back behind his ear and completes his spin, trying to hit a roaring elbow but he gets smashed on his nose by a thrusting headbutt from the top of Ray's head. The moment of impact causes Williams to stop any forward attempt, and cover his face with both hands. Ray picks up the pace by grabbing Williams' hair on the back of his head and leading him forward into a swinging knee strike. Williams is locked in a clench with Ray, and this allows Lopes to tear Jesse's abdomen apart with vicious knee strikes to his diaphragmn. After three successful shots, Ray tosses Jesse against the ropes and when he bounces back forward he boots Williams straight in the bread basket -- doubling him over. Ray takes three steps back, remaining to the right side of Jesse while measuring up the side of his face. As Lopes bursts forward and swings his right knee towards Jesse's face, Williams straightens his upper body as he stands up and by chance ends up behind Ray. When the challenger turns back around, he catches the laces upon the face of Williams' right boot across the left ear -- knocking his equilibrium for a loop as he staggers to his right. The natural course of pain leads Ray to bend forward, but he is set straight up when Jesse unleashes an upswinging kick to Ray's chest. The moment he stands, Jesse tries for a sprawling lariat but misses his mark as Lopes falls to his back, ducking under the strike -- then kipping himself up onto his feet, all in one fluid motion. Williams quickly pushes himself up to his feet and pushes away a back kick attempt from Ray, with both men spinning around and facing off with each other. The fans applaud vehemently for both men, impressed with the display of strikes to start off the match.

Falcoon - Obviously both men are aware of the strong style spirit that is so respected in the land of Japan.

Burst - Beating the shit out of each other is popular everywhere. We've been doing it for eleven years.

JC - I've done it for my whole life.

Kissens - It's hard to impress the Japanese crowd, is what he is saying y'all.

The two competitors circle the ring, keeping about six feet of distance between one another. They inch closer and closer to each other, and eventually lunge forward into a collar and elbow tie up. It lasts but a second as Williams isolates Ray's arm, and begins to wrench it from his wrist -- torquing on his shoulder. He leads Ray forward, but Lopes spins to his right and reverses the hold into a tight standing arm bar of his own. Jesse glances back over his shoulder, trying to measure up Lopes for an elbow but he is out of reach. Instead, Jesse grabs Ray's left arm and crosses it under his right before lifting straight up -- breaking the hold, and allowing him to step forward and lock on a tight side head lock. Using every bit of strength in his left arm he pulls his right arm across Lopes' throat, trying to cut off the blood flow to the brain. Instead of panicking, Ray swings away from Jesse and breaks free from the headlock while keeping a tight hold on Jesse's right arm. He yanks Jesse towards him, and as he approaches Ray swoops around the Champion and locks him in a rear chin lock. The fans watch intently, remaining in their seats as they watch the two jockey for position. Jesse doesn't consider throwing elbows back, instead focusing on getting his fingers between his jaw and Ray's bulging forearm. Somehow he is able to pry Ray's arm from around his throat, and keeps a hold of it as he swings behind Lopes and locks in a tight hammerlock -- pressing the right hand of Ray Lopes up towards his head. Ray doesn't even hesitate, almost as if he anticipated Jesse's move, and he falls face-down to the canvas -- forcing Jesse to stumble forward, until he releases his hold on Ray. Jesse heads to the ropes and just barely turns himself to bounce of them with his back, but is only sent stumbling back at Lopes who remains laid on his stomach to be an obstacle to Jesse. Williams hops over Ray, and gains his footing enough to break off with full speed at the opposite set of ropes. The challenger bounds to his feet and turns to square his shoulders to Williams, as he hits the ropes and heads back at Lopes. When the two meet, Ray hugs Williams tightly with both arms and flings him over his head with a belly to belly suplex -- tossing Jesse nearly clear out of the ring as his legs get caught up a bit on the ropes. The back of his head hits the canvas, and instinctively Williams rolls under the bottom rope to recover on the outside. The japanese fans are very intent on watching with their hands in constant meeting with one another. Instead of joining Jesse on the outside, Ray back peddles across the ring and watches Williams on the outside. Jesse keeps his back to Ray, holding the back of his head with both hands while unbeknownst to him, Lopes breaks off into a sprint towards the ropes he is facing. He dives through the ropes and crashes right into Jesse -- sending him falling backwards into the ring announcers table, with a loud gasp of awe from the crowd.

JC - Watch it, asshole.

Falcoon - Lopes has taken command here.

Kissens - He has to stay on the offensive, y'all.

Falcoon - But he can't let the pace get too fast.

Burst - What a conundrum.

Ray stands up and holds both arms over his head, drawing a nice applause and cheer from the relaxed crowd. He doesn't gloat for long, turning back to Jesse after only a second of acknowledgement from the crowd. Ray shoots a glance at JC, but quickly bends down to pick Williams from the concrete floor. He leads Williams back towards the ring and sends him rolling back in under the bottom rope. Instead of returning to the ring, Lopes looks back over his shoulder at JC and doesn't notice Williams skip up to his feet the moment he reenters the ring. The champion takes off towards the opposite set of ropes, and it isn't until he bounces off of them that Ray turns his head back to the ring. By that time it is too late as Williams charges and flies over the top rope, crashing down on top of Ray's left shoulder with a cross body as he clears the ropes with his leap. After the impact, Jesse lands on his feet and hears a nice cheer from the crowd. He too takes time to stare down JC, but also keeps his opponent as his number one priority. Williams drags Ray up, and tosses him back into the ring the same way he was thrown in just a moment before.

Falcoon - Looks like these two men are aware of you, JC.

JC - Good. Because one of them will be Champion, and I'll be the next one knocking.

Kissens - Having faced both men, we can assume you have prepared equally for both.

JC - I don't prepare for opponents. They prepare for me.

Williams slides into the ring, and immediately grabs a hold of Ray's left arm. He synches in a tight kimura, bending Ray's arm in a way it wasn't meant to go. The immense pain breaks Ray out of his hurt from the leap by Jesse, and he begins making strides to get back up to his feet. Williams loses the momentum as Ray gets up to his knees, and pushes himself up to his feet -- immediately laying a sharp right forearm to Jesse's left cheek. The hold is maintained, until Lopes hits an even harder forearm which drops Williams to a knee for a moment. Instead of backing off, Ray steps forward and brings a closed right fist to the jaw of Jesse -- laying him out flat. Ray uses this to hop on top of Williams for a pin, with the referee making the count the second he drops to all fours. 1... 2... kickout!

Kissens - He's going to have to do more than that.

Burst - No shit, sherlock -- we all saw it was only a two.

Lopes keeps on the offensive, hooking the arm that Williams pushed off the canvas and using it to lead the champion back up to his feet. He grasps Jesse by the back of his head with his left hand, and thrusts several forearms into his unprotected face -- with Jesse only remaining up on his feet because of Ray's left hand holding him there. After half a dozen shots, Jesse's face is battered and Ray stops the shots. With his left hand he tosses Williams chest-first into the nearest corner, hooking his arms over the top rope as he approaches from behind. The challenger tucks his head under the champions right arm, and grabs him around the waist to hoist him to a seated position on the top rope -- with his back to the crowd. The japanese crowd begins to sigh in shock, watching Ray climb up the turnbuckle as well -- positioning his feet on the middle rope, while picking Jesse to a standing position on the top rope. Flashbulbs snap off all over the arena as the announcers hold their breath, and Ray tucks his head inbetween Jesse's legs.

JC - What is he going to do?

Falcoon - I think I'm having a panic attack. Tell me when it's over.

Kissens - Here, use my paper bag.

Burst - Oh, you set me up so good there.

Using amazing strength, Ray stands on the top rope with Jesse on top of his shoulders in an electric chair position. The crowd is screaming in a bit of horror, and excitement at the same time. The pitch in the arena hits a glass shattering point as Jesse lays two hard fists down to the forehead of Lopes, trying to save himself. Ray waivers a bit and is forced to drop Williams back to the top rope -- with both men using each other for balance.

Kissens - THIS IS BAD!

Burst - They're both going to die!

The two start to lose their footing, and in a last ditch effort to get anything out of it Ray grabs Jesse and flings him over his head -- with both men falling backwards. Williams gets folded up like an accordian with a top rope back drop suplex, with Ray crashing down right next to him.

Falcoon - AHHHHH!

JC - Hahaha! This just makes my job so much easier.

Kissens - When you get your title shot?

JC - Uhhh, yeah. Definitely.

Falcoon - Um, okay.

The crowd sits very uneasily on the edge of their seats, watching the ring ropes vibrate from the impact. Neither competitor moves much in terms of getting back to their feet, just kicking limbs in extreme pain. The man who took the least devastating fall, Ray Lopes, is the first to make an attempt in getting off of the canvas. He is slow, but makes much greater steps than Williams who holds both of his hands to the small of his back. Ray rolls up to his left hip and plants the palm of his left hand on the canvas -- extending his left arm fully, pushing him up to a seated position. The challenger summons all the will and strength in his body, and lifts himself back up to his shaky legs. Stepping back he leans against the ring ropes and sets his eyes to Jesse, who flops over to his stomach and lifts both of his arms over his head. Instead of keeping on Jesse, Ray takes time to recover from the damage he has sustained during the course of the match -- but makes sure to keep his eyes locked on Jesse, who has begun his first attempt at getting off of the ring mat. With both hands he presses his chest up, and brings his right knee down to the canvas. He pauses there to adjust to the change in position, with Lopes still breathing heavy about six feet away.

Falcoon - That took a lot of out both men.

Kissens - You can tell just by looking at them.

Burst - It's too early in the match to be pulling that shit.

JC - I agree. But I won't complain.

Williams staggers up to his feet, and stutter steps towards Ray unknowingly. The moment he does, Ray takes the opportunity provided to him and rushes forward. Ray extends his right arm and looks for a running elbow strike, but whiffs on the attempt as a rejuvenated Jesse Williams slips just under the thrusting strike from Lopes. Williams is hurting bad enough that he cannot follow up quick enough to catch Ray from behind -- instead he slowly turns, with both men coming face to face. Jesse whips his right leg up at the head of Ray, but this roundhouse kick is caught under the left arm of Lopes who tucks it in to his body. Hooking Jesse under his right knee with his left arm, Ray wraps his right arm under Jesse's left arm and grasps him behind his neck. He flips Williams over his head with the capture suplex, dropping the damaged champion flat to his back as Ray himself hits the canvas from the momentum of his throw.

JC - Look, Jesse really can't hang with Ray. It's sad.

Falcoon - I can't disagree so far, but I give him the benefit of the doubt.

Burst - He's not the same guy you all witnessed months ago. Even I know that... but he's still mexican.

Lopes gains his second wind and gets back up to his feet just a second after hitting the canvas. Changing up his game plan, Ray doesn't allow Jesse to absorb the pain mentally and scoops the fallen champion up by his hair -- standing him on his own power while keeping a hold of Jesse's head, which is the only reason he remains standing. While backing himself into the nearest corner, Ray tucks Jesse's head between his legs and faces the middle of the ring. With both arms he reaches down and secures a hold around Jesse's waist, and with ease swings him up onto his shoulders -- holding him a powerbomb position. Williams throws a desperation shot to Ray's head, but it doesn't postpone Ray's plans as he sprints forward. When he gets to the middle of the ring he sits out and nails a running powerbomb on Jesse -- with Ray hooking his legs over Jesse's arms, and keeping him pinned on his shoulders. The referee slides in to the cheers of the crowd, making the count. 1... 2... Williams kicks out, and flops over onto his stomach with the challenger motioning to the referee that he believes it was a three. Williams holds the back of his head while kicking his legs violently on the mat.

Kissens - Close call there for Jesse.

Burst - See, JC was right.

Falcoon - This match isn't over yet, Nick.

Burst - Maybe it should be, Greg.

Kissens - Greg? WHERE?

Lopes knows arguing will get him nowhere, and gets back onto his feet with a hold of Jesse around the back of his neck. He leads the dazed champion up to his feet, and lays a series of knee strikes straight to this sternum. Williams absorbs two straight shots, before he gets his arm between the knee of Lopes and his own chest. Jesse fights back, breaking the clench of Lopes and lays a stiff right forearm straight to Ray's left cheek. It backs him off a bit, but the extra distance provides Ray with a platform to fire right back with a forearm of his own -- catching Jesse flush to the face. Jesse staggers back a step, but uses his back foot to propel him forward and connects with a superman punch that nearly topples Lopes backwards. Instead, Ray's steel jaw keeps him standing and allows him to keep thinking forward. To battle back, Lopes strikes Jesse with a two punch combination by alternating fists. Although both shots find their mark, Jesse keeps on his feet with the crowd cheering for every move these two make. Jesse looks to end the confrontation by spinning himself around, attempting a roaring elbow, but when he turns to meet Lopes he is picked from the canvas and lifted to a standing firemans carry -- then quickly dumped onto his head and neck with a death valley driver.

Falcoon - Ray has really shown how good he can be here tonight.

Kissens - Considering how we've seen the Williams comeback basically become null and void, I wouldn't be shocked to see Ray finish it soon.

JC - If he does, he's just one step closer to oblivion.

Burst - With the way these two are beating the piss out of each other, I have to agree with JC. No matter who wins, they'll be in no shape to handle my man right here.

Both men remain on the canvas for an extended period of time, as the crowd claps in accelerating intervals. As the last man on the offense, naturally Ray is the first to start to get to his feet. He rolls onto his right side and picks himsef up to put a good amount of distance between himself and the champion. Ray measures Jesse up as he watches the beaten man struggle to get to his feet. Something keeps Jesse going, even though he sees Ray just waiting to pounce. The champion stumbles to his feet the exact moment Ray takes off towards him, looking for a clothesline -- but Williams ducks under it, and hooks Ray's arm. He holds him in the half-nelson with Ray squirming to get free, eventually thrusting his free elbow to the side of Jesse's head. After a second, Williams becomes stunned enough that he releases Lopes -- but Ray picks up the pace, and quickly scoops Jesse up onto his shoulders in a standing firemans carry. He tosses Williams straight into the air and falls to his back, extending his knees up while Jesse falls back down.

Kissens - Boxcutt--

Lopes seemingly hits the gutbuster, but it is seen that Jesse blocked it with his arms and quickly hooks both feet of the challenger under his armpits. Williams quickly rolls himself down to his back and slingshots Ray across the ring -- with his throat catching on the top rope, sending him stumbling around the ring while Jesse picks himself back up. He comes up behind Ray and locks him in a reverse waist lock -- immediately dumping him over his head with a textbook german suplex, bridging his back and keeping Ray's shoulders pinned to the mat.

Burst - Pretty impressive counter, eh JC?

JC - I've seen better.

Falcoon - He's got Ray pinned! Shut up!!

The referee slides in and goes to make the count. 1... 2... Ray rolls to his right, but Williams maintains his hold around Lopes' waist as he picks himself back up to his feet. Not even a second passes after they get back to their feet when Williams dumps Ray over his head with a second german suplex -- this time releasing Ray, who flops over onto his stomach after the impact on his head and neck.

Burst - Impressive combination there.

Falcoon - Jesse and Ray know each other incredibly well, so whatever they have brewing has already been identified by their opponent.

Kissens - It's partially luck, but it's also major preparation and study.

JC - There's no luck involved when you're a top tier superstar.

Both men stumble to their feet, and crash into each other -- barely remaining on their feet. They push away from each other, but keep their noses touching -- staring deep into the eyes of one another. Williams jerks his head back, then slams it forward into the bridge of Ray's nose which sends blood spurting from both of his nostrils. Jesse doesn't let up, whipping a sharp roundhouse kick to the side of Ray's head which sends him staggering three steps to his right. He somehow stays on his feet and returns back to the middle of the ring, where Jesse is ready to go. The champion throws his right elbow forward, but Lopes ducks under it with just centimeters to spare and uses this chance to crack Williams upon the back of his head with the point of his right elbow, knocking him forward a bit. This allows Ray to break off into a full sprint past Jesse, as he then hits the ropes and bounces back at Williams. Jesse has nowhere to go and gets smashed with a shoulder block -- but doesn't fall to the mat, instead dropping to a knee in a good amount of pain. Ray stares at Jesse who stands back up, and goes right after Ray -- laying in a stiff elbow show to the jaw. Lopes now drops to his knee, prompting Williams to step back -- then burst forward, thrusting his right foot towards Lopes' face. Lopes is able to avoid the superkick by falling to his left -- immediately grabbing Williams by the leg, and rolling him backwards with a school boy. He is unable to pin Williams' shoulders to the mat, as Jesse uses his momentum to somersault backwards up to his feet where he hits the ropes. He springs forward towards Ray Lopes, who is just getting up to his knees when he receives a yakuza kick right to the side of his face. Although it lays it him out, Ray's body responds by pressing forward -- trying to get up as quickly as possible, even if his balance isn't all there. Williams stands back in shock and makes sure to keep his distance from Ray, who gets up to his feet and nearly collapses right back down. He maintains enough balance to make his way towards Jesse, but Williams is one step ahead of him as he steps forward and cracks Ray with a short right elbow. Immediately following impact, Williams wraps his right hand around the back of Ray's head and rushes towards the nearest set of ropes. He releases Lopes about two feet from the ropes, sending him into them with just enough time to hit them with his back -- while Williams spins himself to his left. When Ray bounces from the ropes, Jesse makes his full rotation and nearly decapitates the challenger with a roaring elbow.

JC - Ouch.

Falcoon - Jesse with a devastating elbow!

Kissens - Neither man seems to want to back down.

Burst - Which means they're going to have to beat the other down.

JC - Well that is what it looks like Jesse is trying to do.

Lopes collapses to his knees, while Jesse stands just out of reach -- but it doesn't matter, as Ray doesn't seem to be very conscious. Jesse reaches up to his right arm and removes his elbow pad, and wrist wear as he discards it to the canvas. Williams smiles and with both hands, grabs an imaginary arrow from over his back and sets it upon the string of an also imaginary bow. He aims his hands at Ray, and rears his right hand back behind his ear as if ready to fire. Jesse then spins to his left, making a full rotation with his right arm still cocked back -- and he brings his elbow flush across the brow of Ray Lopes, knocking him through the ropes with a roaring elbow.

Falcoon - God damn!

Jesse stares outside of the ring, while Ray holds his face with both hands. The referee tries to keep Williams away from the nearest side of the ring to Ray, but Jesse easily pushes past him and exits. With both hands he hooks Ray under his arms and begins leading him up to his feet, eventually doing so and then rolling him onto the outside lip of the apron.

Kissens - With the way these two are beating each other down, you can't imagine this will go on much longer.

Burst - It won't, and they'll both be worse for the wear because of it.

Jesse joins him, standing on his feet and lifting Ray up to his -- making sure his opponent is faced away from him. Williams nails a hard elbow strike to the base of Ray's skull, then steps forward to hook him into a half-nelson. The japanese crowd screams, as the entire arena is lit up with camera's flashing off -- mostly from the japanese press around the ring. Lopes knows the danger he is in, and throws his hooked arm back into the side of Jesse's head. He breaks away from the hold, and turns around to face Jesse while thrusting his head forward. He connects with a headbutt, which doubles Williams over and allows Ray to step forward and tuck Jesse's head between his legs. He reaches down and butterflies both of Williams' arms, preparing him for a tiger driver.

Falcoon - Invoking memories of two japanese legends here, in Kenta Kobashi and the late Mitsuharu Misawa!

Burst - Who?

JC - Nick, don't. I can't back you up here.

The crowd is electric as Ray tries lifting Jesse, but the crafty veteran grapevines the bottom rope with his left foot. Lopes tries a second time, but it is no use -- instead he breaks hold of Jesse's arms and hammers down with a clubbing forearm to the shoulder blades of the champion. He grabs Jesse's head in a front face lock, and throws his left arm behind his own head -- hoisting him vertically in the air, and without a second to waste sitting out on the apron. Williams is driven right onto the corner of the ring apron with a crushing brainbuster while Ray collapses to the floor -- with the crowd exploding into an applause and loud boistering.

Kissens - Brainbuster on the apron!

JC - Jesse just had his skull driven right out of his ass.

Falcoon - There's no getting up from that.

Trying to do his best to get the pin, Ray gets to his feet and pushes Williams under the bottom rope and back into the ring. He slides in to join him, and lays across the abdomen of the champion in a lateral press. The referee drops down, and makes the count. 1... 2... thr- Jesse kicks out at the last moment, inciting a roar of disbelief from the crowd.

Burst - Wow.

JC - Rubberneck Williams strikes again!

Falcoon - Even if he kicked out, it doesn't mean his chances of winning aren't severely hurt by it.

Using the last bit of adrenaline in his body, Ray Lopes gets up to his feet and wastes little time in picking Williams back up to his. In one motion Lopes picks Williams up into a standing firemans carry, and positions himself in the middle of the ring.

Falcoon - Going for the Boxcutter again!

Lopes tosses Jesse off of his shoulders, but Williams is able to push away from Lopes and land on his feet -- stopping Ray from even attempting to drop to his knees for the gutbuster. Ray is spun around by Jesse the moment he lands on his feet -- and is laid out flat with a superkick right to the jaw. Ray falls to his back and Williams collapses right on top of him, with the crowd jumping to their feet momentarily.

Burst - He got him!

JC - What luck!

Falcoon - Ray seemed inches away from ending the reign of Jesse Williams.

The referee slides in and makes the count. 1... 2... thr- Ray thrusts his right shoulder off of the canvas, forcing Williams over onto his back in disbelief.

Kissens - Jesus.

The crowd chants "Lopes! Lopes!", doing their best to speak his name clearly. Jesse glances to the referee, when a look of rage comes over his face. He grasps the back of his head, still hurting from the move onto the ring apron while Ray struggles to peel his back from the canvas.

JC - Well it was nice talking to you guys.

Falcoon - What?

Kissens - Where the hell is going?

The cameras pick up JC as he drops his headset on the table, and walks around to the side of the ring that Ray is nearest to. He pays attention to him, watching Ray fight to get up while Jesse slowly drags himself up.

Burst - Smart move here, with his impending Caribbean Title shot -- and possible World Title match.

Ray sees JC, and JC smirks -- but the crowd screams loudly as Jesse goes unnoticed, and leaps over the top rope. He crashes down on top of JC, and furiously begins pounding away at his skull with everything he has left.

Falcoon - Williams just took out JC!

Kissens - Suprise, the prick wants to win this clean it seems.

Burst - Pfttt... yeah right, he just hates JC.

Security comes rushing in and pulls Williams away from JC, forcing him to go back into the ring where Ray is back on both of his feet. Jesse does so, and catches Ray out of the corner of his eye. He runs at him looking for a clothesline, but Ray sidesteps it and winds up behind Williams -- executing a falling neckbreaker on the champion, and giving Ray a breather. JC gets himself back up on the outside, and holds his mouth while staring down Jesse. Security tries to take him backstage, but he beats them away -- and they eventually give up. Lopes takes his time in getting back to his feet, knowing Jesse will be down for a bit. The crowd continues their support for both superstars, with both feeding off of it. Jesse takes note of Ray's progress and speeds himself up, forcing Ray to do the same. Ray gets to his feet first, with Jesse just a few seconds later -- with both men very unsteady. They step in for a collar and elbow tie up, but Ray counters it into a standing arm bar. Williams yells in pain, and does the only thing he can. He plants his feet and swings the right side of his body away from Ray. Lopes keeps a hold of Williams' arm initially, but this forces him to be yanked forward into a jog. He lets go and Williams sends Ray towards the ropes with an irish whip that nearly sends Jesse to the canvas. He adverts his eyes to the ground to keep himself up, not seeing Ray turn and hit the ropes. But as he does, Jesse and the referee also don't see JC reach into the ring and trip up Ray just enough to send him stumbling forward. Jesse takes advantage unknowingly as he sets his sights back on Ray and rushes at him -- meeting him in the middle of the ring with a yakuza kick that spins Ray around completely.

Burst - HA!

Falcoon - What the hell is going on?

Kissens - I smell something fishy.

Williams spins around and nails another roaring elbow -- this time to the back of the challengers head, which sends him staggering forward to the ropes. He hits them chest-first and backpeddles away towards the middle of the ring. When he gets there he is spun around by Jesse and met with a quick punt to the gut -- before he is locked in a front face lock, and moments later a suplex hold. He hoists Ray up into the air, holding him in a vertical suplex position before turning him to face his body. Williams sits out and drives Ray straight down onto the back of his head with an Emerald Frosion -- sending the crowd into a cheerful response.

Falcoon - J-Dubz Driver on Lopes!

Williams remains seated and hooks Ray's right leg, with the referee sliding in to make the count. 1... 2... 3!

Kissens - Williams retains... again.

Burst - With the assist from JC!

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

Williams rolls to his back, with the crowd applauding an incredible contest. Missy brings the World Title to the ring, and hands it to the referee through the ropes.

Falcoon - Williams ends his losing streak here in OWF.

Kissens - This was an incredible match. Damn shame JC had to get in there.

Burst - Yeah, what a prick.

Falcoon - Are you serious?

Burst - Yeah, I hate that guy. He smells like dead hooker.

Kissens - You fucking suck.

The referee gives the belt to Jesse, who uses the ropes to help get himself back up to his feet. As he does he stares outside of the ring, watching JC step up onto the apron -- promptly ending Jesse's celebration.

Falcoon - Great, JC is here to do more damage!

Williams drops the belt and motions for JC to get into the ring, and with a smirk he slowly begins to oblige.

Burst - What the fuck..

Falcoon - Dude JoB and Trent Steel! It's an ambush!

The cameras pick up the remaining members of the Rogues as they hop from the crowd weilding a chair and a kendo stick, without Jesse seeing them. They both get into the ring, with Dude JoB laying Williams out from behind with the chair. The japanese crowd grows irate, and begins screaming obscenities in Japanese. Dude JoB smiles as all three men step in and begin laying the boots to the champion.

Falcoon - Williams is defenseless!

Ray Lopes begins to get up to his feet, but Steel notices and cracks him right across his forehead with a swift shot from the kendo stick. Ray drops right back to the mat, and Trent now begins kicking Lopes with everything he has. Dude JoB leaves the ring and grabs Lopes' Caribbean Title and lays it across his face with the plate down. Dude JoB rears the chair back and crushes the belt into Ray's face, knocking him out cold.

Kissens - This is too much, Ray can't defend himself either!

Burst - I agree. Stop it assholes!

Falcoon - FUCK YOU, NICK!

JC picks Jesse up, with Steel handing him the OWF World Title. With one shot, JC lays out Williams -- leaving both competitors from the Main Event unconscious.

Falcoon - I'm going to be sick.

The crowd begins pelting them with garbage, as The Rogues stare down at what they have accomplished.

Kissens - Lets just get out of here.

Falcoon - We'll see you at Blood Bath.

Burst - Fuck The Rogues! OW! My balls!

Kissens - That's what you get!

Burst - Oh wait, nevermind -- you just got the tip. Night guys!

The feed fades out from The Rogues standing tall, to the OWF logo -- and then to black as the telecast ends.