The scene opens up in the parking garage of the Arco Arena. The show is moments from shooting off from the starting gate, and the garage is abuzz with a slew of people rushing around to get things done. A line up of limosuines are locked in a stalemate as they round in circles near the entrance.

Eventually, from the third to last Limo in line, Jesse Williams steps out from the back and onto the concrete sidewalk. He walks with no limp, and seeming as if he is healthy as the day is long. He pulls his black duffel bag off the seat next to him as he exits the car, and leaves the door to be shut by the driver himself. Jesse slides the long strap of the bag over his right shoulder and paces towards the entrance. He walks through the security check point, nodding at the largest of the three security guards standing by.

Jesse Williams - Hey Norm. How's it hangin'?

The large man looks up, and immediately adverts his eyes from Jesse. Williams passes him by, and traverses through the main corridor of the arena. Just about every contracted superstar is waiting for the show to begin, and just about all of their eyes are locked on Williams as he walks by. Usually kind faces are now staring blankly, or even hatefully, at him now- boring holes into his skull from every direction. Jesse looks to his left and sees Akira Kanemura.

Jesse Williams - Yo Akira!

As he calls out to him, Kanemura turns his back and faces the wall- not even choosing to talk to Jesse, as he'd rather stare at an inatimate object.

Jesse Williams - Oh come on, there isn't even anybody there to talk to!

Williams keeps walking, and looks to his right. He sees the announcers going over the shows layout, with James Dunn looking right at Jesse.

Jesse Williams - James, long time no speak...

Dunn shakes his head and looks back at Gordie and Garrett, as Jesse passes them by as well. Once Jesse realizes his presence is basically unwelcomed, he turns his line of sight away from the sides of the hall and locks it on the floor in front of him. He does his best to avoid contact with any of them, and keeps his intentions on making his way to seclusion.

Following the pieces of paper with arrows draw upon them, Williams rounds the corner and stops directly where he stands. Across from him, leaning against the wall opposite from Williams' locker room door, is Specter. He looks up from the concrete floor, shifting his eyes to Jesse with a wide grin coming across his face.

Specter - Hey, champ.

Jesse stares at Specter, not sure if he wants to respond- or if he even could. Instead, he walks right past him and enters his locker room- slamming the door behind him. With the smile still across his face, Specter pulls himself from the wall and heads out of the shot.

Right before the introduction video to the show starts, "I Get It" by Chevelle is cut short.

PA System - Diamonds are forever...

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

Falcoon - Well folks, what a way to start off the show.

Dunn - I'd say.

Greene - We're being joined by Greg Jackson, but the question is why?

The song continues to play as still images of a wrestler with blue tint on the screen play. "BlackJack" flashes between each shot. Just then, the song cuts out and the lights do as well, leaving everyone in darkness. The music comes back in, blaring over the speakers as Greg Jackson comes out on to the ramp. The fans are going crazy as Greg looks down the ramp, taking in his surroundings. He’s dressed in in blue jeans and a white dress shirt as he makes his way down to the ring with a microphone in hand. He soon climbs into the ring and his music dies down. The fans are cheering very loudly for Greg after witnessing Holiday Bash, but it appears to be little consolation to Greg who doesn’t seem happy.

Greg Jackson - I would like, the president of OWF… Chase Johnson… to get down here immediately! I would like him to come down here, because I would like- no… I am DEMANDING another World Title shot tonight against Jesse Williams!

The fans go nuts after hearing this, as Greg simply paces back and forth for a few moments. For a few seconds, only fans can be heard, no music is heard or other voices, and lacking any patience, Greg Jackson continues.

Greg Jackson - See, I did something no one thought I could do. I did something, I MYSELF, didn’t think I could do. I beat Jesse Williams! And I didn’t do it once, I did it three times! So Chase, you can come down here, or Jesse, if you’re back there, YOU can come down. You can agree to the match, or you can give me that damn belt, cause we both know the better man didn’t win at Holiday Bash!

This draws a lot of boos, but still a mixed response from the crowd.

Greg Jackson - I had a lot of respect for Jesse Williams. HAD, being the key word. He was a guy I viewed as unbeatable. I’ll even admit, I interfered in his match at Shit Happens hoping to cost him the title so I wouldn’t have to face him, cause I thought I couldn’t beat him! Turns out I was wrong, but that’s respect right there. You wanna know the kinda respect I get around here? When I came back from my last injury, I was told by OWF, that I couldn’t use my theme song, “California Love” anymore. They’d given it to someone else in my absence! You’d think by now, I’d have earned the right to have that kept for me while I’m gone! Nope…

The fans are growing quieter now, listening to Greg.

Greg Jackson - I’ve seen the huge “Specter vs. Jesse” signs along the sides of buildings. That’s promotion right there, the kind of promotion I didn’t get from this company, cause they didn’t have faith I’d make it to Holiday Bash! Well I did. Let’s not forget they moved the award show about a month after it was originally scheduled. Wouldn’t want me to have too many big moments in a row. No, we can’t have THAT in OWF!

The crowd is growing louder again, once again being pretty split down the middle on what Greg has to say.

Greg Jackson - And to top it off, Jesse Williams finds it necessary to FAKE an injury in order to beat me. He actually FAKES an injury, and everybody cheers, like it was such a good idea. It’s unsportsmanlike. It’s fucking dirty, and you’re no better than a Mark McGwire or Sammy Sosa as far as I’m concerned! The should put an asterik beside your best of seven win!

This comment draws a lot of boos from the crowd. Shortly after saying it, Prez CJ is seen walking down the ramp with a microphone in hand. Greg continues as CJ makes his way towards the ring.

Greg Jackson - I want you to ADMIT that you couldn’t finish me off without faking that injury. You had to get me off my game plan, and the only way you could do it was by drawing sympathy, because you were supposed to be “hurt” or “weak”. You actually healed your injury during a best of seven! Imagine that!

Prez CJ - Greg…

CJ climbs into the ring, as it seems Greg is just now aware of his presence.

Greg Jackson - Nice of you to join us.

Prez CJ - Greg, we’ve already started promotion on Specter versus Jesse Williams. You had your chance, and you proved yourself to a lot of people. But YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE. That doesn’t mean there won’t be more, but you’ll have to earn them.

Greg Jackson - I HAVE earned it cause I’m Greg FUCKIN’ Jackson!

This causes the fans to once again get behind Greg, cheering loudly after he says it.

Greg Jackson - Jesse Williams has STOLEN my moment. My LEGACY! He has fucking ROBBED me of that legendary status and I will hold up this entire show until I get what I want!

Prez CJ - I don’t understand what the big deal is Greg. You’ll get opportunities to get back there, but you gotta work your way back like everyone else. There’s no shame in finishing second to Jesse Williams.

Greg Jackson - …What did you say?

The two men stare in silence at each other while the fans start screaming, Greg is just glaring at CJ while the president cautiously repeats himself.

Prez CJ - I said, there’s no shame in finishing second to Je-

Mid sentence, Greg punches CJ right in the face, dropping the president as the fans pop LOUDLY upon seeing it! CJ immediately rolls out of the ring after hitting the mat, holding his jaw on the outside. He walks backwards up the ramp, staring right at Greg.

Greg Jackson - You think this is funny?! This whole second place bullshit is coming to an end REAL quick! Alright? You got till the end of the show to let me know what’s up! I’ll be in my gear, so you better be out there yourself, or send Jesse out, cause I’m taking the title TONIGHT!

“Diamonds from Sierra Leone” plays again as the two men continue to stare each other down, as we go to the introduction package.

A video package flickers on across the screen, showing the new breed of the OWF.

Press on these tannins
They double in time
The touch of life, once failed to mention so far

Of course the law is fountains
Or face to face remorse
A fast and restless blackmail
Like pent-up fetish force

The video shows highlights of the past year in the OWF, dating up to the latest events at Holiday Bash, and recent Addictions.

You're right, I get it
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let's all live in your imaginary life

Do you want enough?
Do you want it all?
Should you need it at all?
Takes a minute to see
Do you want enough?
Do you want it all?
Should you need it at all?
Do you want it or not?

As the vocals fade out, the logo of the OWF is fixated on the screen before fading out to black.

The shocked fans give a very muted response once the video loops on the OWF-Tron, with "I Get It" by Chevelle drowning them out completely. The pyrotechnics shoot off on the stage, illuminating the darkened arena which mildly excites the fans. The camera pans around the arena, and catches a glimpse of the Sold Out Arco Arena as the pyro subsides and the house lights come back up. The music slowly starts to fade out, exposing the very deflated cheers of the crowd. A very small "O-W-F! O-W-F!" chant breaks out, but it slowly dies out. The cameras pull away from the crowd and zoom in to the announcers booth, where we see Gordie Falcoon, James Dunn and Garrett Greene all sitting facing the camera -- with their eyes locked straight forward into the lense.

Falcoon - AAAHHH-- Oh what's the use. The show has already been ruined.

Dunn - Hahaha. Gordie is having a breakdown.

Greene - As is Greg Jackson.

Falcoon - Fans, welcome to Monday Addiction. We are coming off of an incredible Pay Per View.

Dunn - You're absolutely right. And, we even have our Main Event for Clash of Champions.

Greene - Which Greg Jackson isn't too pleased with.

Falcoon - Garrett, we know Greg isn't happy. Will you drop it?

Greene - .. I don't think Greg is going to drop his ire for CJ and Williams.

All three men remain silent for a moment.

Dunn - Thank god Jackie is coming back.

Falcoon - Ugh, she is?

Greene - That's bullshit! This is my job!

Dunn - Sure it is, until Clash of Champions.

Greene - That's lame.

Falcoon - Well try to go out on a good note these last two weeks.

Greene - With this minimal card? I got screwed worse than..

Dunn - Lemme guess.. Greg Jackson?

Greene - See! We're on the same page.

Dunn - Uh huh.

The announcers are interrupted We cut backstage to see Trent Steel looking over a list. He's wearing a business suit and tie and his black oakleys with red lenses.

Trent Steel - Oh there you are. Good evening OWF fans and critics alike. It's time once again to point out something very very very bad here in OWF. Well not bad for me. Bad for our dear friends, El Plaga that is. You see I just happen to have something very interesting here for you Vernon dear boy. It seems that...You've got a singles match defense of your title coming up soon. And since Rockstar has already had his shot...I'm calling in mine. Oh but it's not just me you have to worry about. Hey Porta...guess whose next on your list.

We see The Lost Soul walk into view smirking.

Trent Steel - Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Easy way. You just jump ship to NLW and vacate. Hard way. We go through you. Get ready for a little Rogue Revolution. Oh and one more thing guys...FUCK YOU!

The feed cuts to static, before fading back to the announcers booth at ringside. The three men are a little taken back by Steel's sudden appearance -- and just as rapid disappearance.

Falcoon - The Rogues just claimed they are next for El Plaga!

Dunn - So are choices are The NLW defectors or the third faction? Fuck it I'm picking Rogues.

Greene - That is if this match even gets signed.

Falcoon - I guess CJ has to decide at what price does he want the belts off of El Plaga.

Greene - Rogues should be the lesser of two evils.

From next to the announcers, Missy Janson picks herself up to her feet and lifts a microphone from the time keepers table. He turns and walks towards the steel ring steps, with the camera panning away from the announcers booth. She ascends up them slowly, stepping onto the ring apron and walking through the ropes.

Falcoon - Well later on another Rogue gets a shot at gold.

Dunn - But, first off, we're going to see two guys who just want a shot at a full-time slot.

Missy walks to the middle of the ring, turning to face the live camera feed as she brings the microphone up to her mouth.

Missy Janson - Welcome to OWF Monday Addiction!

The fans cheer loudly, finally coming out of their funk.

Missy Janson - It is time for the first match of the evening, and it is scheduled for a one-fall. On his way to the ring first, making his debut in the OWF. From New Orleans, Louisiana... Knox!

As 'Swagger Like Us' starts and the hook rings throughout the arena, all the lights in the arena black out with only powerful red and white strobes lighting the stage and ramp area. As the drop comes, Knox swaggers out from backstage with his ring gear and a thick hooded top on, with the hood up, and puts his arms around his body with his head down. At a suitable moment he throws his head back and his arms out to the side to which plumes of smoke erupt from behind and to the side of him. When the smoke stops he snaps his head forward and swaggers down the entrance ramp, with his hood up. When he reaches the bottom of the ramp he stops, looks around the crowd and 'argues' with an audience member, then runs toward the ring and slides under the bottom rope. When in the ring the lights return to normal and the music fades out.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, also making his debut in the OWF. From Toronto, Ontario, Canada... Jonathan "The Saint" Anthony!

The lights start blinking with a orange tint, then you see The Saint wearing a leather gold and black sleevless hood and the same color of pants but tights with black boots. He's facing backstage as his back is facing the ring, he's arms are stretched out open then he closes them forming a x and fire works explode forming a X. He then turns around and heads to the ring smack talking. As he enters the ring he stops a moment takes off his hood, looks at the crowd raises his hand as his palm is open then closes it and more fireworks come out and he finally enters the ring.

Falcoon - Two new guys.

Greene - Let's see how they do.

The referee calls for the bell as Missy vacates the ring.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men immediately begin circling each other, with the fans giving a mixed reaction upon the start of the match. Knox and Jonathan Anthony lock up in the middle of the ring, with Knox gaining the advantage by slipping behind Anthony. He wrenches Jonathan's left arm behind his back into a hammerlock. Anthony tries to pull himself free, but Knox remains in control of him from behind. Finally, Jonathan throws his right arm back and brings the point of his elbow right into the cheek bone of Knox. This forces him to release the hammerlock and also allows Jonathan Anthony to set off towards the ropes he is facing. He turns and bounces off of them, back-first, and charges back at Knox who just regains his senses. As Anthony reaches him, Knox jumps into the air and is able to leapfrog over the sprinting Anthony -- who continues running towards the ropes now behind Knox. He again bounces off of them, and runs back at Knox who spin around and locks Jonathan with a swinging right forearm. He stops dead in his tracks, nearly falling to a knee, as Knox executes a double leg takedown and mounts Anthony.

Falcoon - High paced action to start off this match.

Dunn - Must be looking to impress.

Jonathan quickly rolls Knox off of him, and both men push themselves up to their feet. They stare for a moment before charging each other, and bumping chests with a double shoulder block. Knox nails Anthony with a straight right jab, and Jonathan counters with a close-fisted left hook to Knox's right cheek. The two men wobble a bit before locking up in a collar and elbow tie up. Anthony gains a slight advantage which is enough to push Knox all the way across the ring in a backpeddle. He comes to a stop back-first up against the ropes, with the referee stepping in to separate the two. He wedges them apart, with Anthony stepping backwards into the middle of the ring. Knox steps off of the ropes and slowly approaches him, looking to lock up again.

Greene - For two guys who have never met before, they seem to want to destro--

From the back, we see Vernon Somoza and Porta Prince run down the ramp and slide into the ring.

Falcoon - It's El Plaga!!

Knox turns and he is knocked unconscious by a clothesline from Porta Prince, while Somoza kicks out Jonathan Anthony's legs and begins stomping on his head.

Dunn - What the hell!

Missy Janson - This match has been thrown out due to interference.

The bell sounds after Missy's announcements, but El Plaga isn't done. While Knox rolls out of the ring, Somoza lifts up Jonathan Anthony and tucks his head between his legs -- while backing himself up into the corner behind him.

Greene - You've done enough.

Porta Prince exits to the ring apron on the outside, and begins walking towards the corner Vernon is in.

Falcoon - Come on, this isn't necessary!

Porta perches himself atop the turnbuckle, while Somoza lifts Anthony up into a Powerbomb position -- sitting him atop his shoulders. Porta leaps off, flipping in the air and grabbing Anthony's head as he executes a top rope flipping neckbreaker as Somoza powerbombs him down to the mat.

Greene - The Incision! El Plaga has cleaned house.

Dunn - What business do they have doing that?

Porta walks over to Missy and motions for her to bring the microphone to them. She obliges and walks to the ring, handing the mic to Prince.

Falcoon - We're going to find out.

Porta Prince - CJ... Do we STILL have your attention? Or have you forgotten that your brainchild, your creation in the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Titles are around the waists of two superstars with loyalities elsewhere?

Somoza steps in.

Vernon Somoza - Oh he hasn't forgotten about us.

Porta Prince - Nobody has. You even have these Rogues running around flapping their mouths. Somoza and I are Tag Team Champions for a reason, and we don't have to prove it to anyone. You want us? You go talk to your President and tell him to up our fee. MAYBE WE WILL SHOW UP!

The fans boo as Porta passes the microphone off to Somoza.

Vernon Somoza - And as for you CJ, you better be prepared for a lot more bodies laying around here until you give us your full attention, and your respect. We will go to any lengths to keep these straps around our waists...

Both men hold up their Tag Titles.

Vernon Somoza - And CJ, there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. That is, unless you're interested in sitting down at the negotiations table. You know our number, and we will be waiting.

Somoza drops the microphone as both he and Porta Prince exit the ring with their tag titles. Knox and Jonathan Anthony are finally getting back to their feet on the outside, looking very shaky as they stand.

Falcoon - Well El Plaga has sent a message to our President.

Dunn - I wonder if he'll take notice.

Greene - They ruined the first match on a two match card. CJ isn't going to be pleased.

Falcoon - I wonder what Somoza meant by sitting down at the negotiations table..

Dunn - I think they want to negotiate something.

Greene - Thank you Captain Obvious.

Dunn - You're welcome.

Falcoon - But what do they want?

Dunn - Fuck if I know.

Falcoon - God, you're frustrating.

From the shot of the arena, we cut to the back. The cameras open on a soundstage, where OWF Reporter Tyler Taylor sits across from the OWF World Heavyweight Champion, Jesse Williams.

Tyler Taylor - Hello OWF fans, and I am here Live with Jesse Williams backstage. Thank you, Jesse, for sitting down with me on such short notice.

Jesse Williams - Yeah, well, somethings happened tonight that I need to address.

Tyler Taylor - Plus, people are dying to hear from you.

Williams just stares at Tyler, who shifts his eyes down to the paper and jumps off into the interview.

Tyler Taylor - Well, to start off the interview, can I get your feelings on the Best of Seven and Greg Ja-

Jesse Williams - Okay, stop. Before we even get started, I don't want to hear that name anymore, I really don't. I spent all of December dealing with him, and yet people only want to keep talking about him. The dude had his shot, and he blew it. Get over it.

Tyler Taylor - He worked very hard, though.

Jesse Williams - There's no questioning that. The guy deserves some respect and praise, but in the end- where did all of his efforts get him?

Tyler Taylor - Uh..

Jesse Williams - That's right, Second Place yet again. Next Question.

Tyler Taylor - Well I was going to ask you about Greg saying he is going to take your title tonight.

Jesse Williams - He has been unable to capitalize on any opportunity laid at his feet to this point- what makes you think tonight would be any different?

Tyler seems a little thrown off by Jesse's attitude, but continues on.

Tyler Taylor - There has been word you had lunch with Specter before Holiday Bash, and we all saw him greet you earlier this evening. Can you explain exactly what your relationship is with Specter?

Jesse Williams - No I can't, because there is no relationship. The guy is a prick, every one knows it.

Taylor stares at Jesse and sits all the way back in his chair. Both of his hands, holding his papers, begin to shake violently in either frustration or anxiousness.

Tyler Taylor - I can understand those sentiments about Specter, but why the hard feelings misplaced elsewhere? Are you that jaded?

Jesse just stares at Tyler Taylor, making him feel awkward for even asking the question.

Tyler Taylor - I guess, a better question would be... You've been champion for eight months, do you feel the title has changed you?

Jesse Williams - That is a better question, but unfortunately it's a quick answer. It hasn't changed me in the slightest.

Tyler shuffles his papers, running his eyes over his next set of questions as Jesse rumbles on.

Jesse Williams - But, this World Title reign has changed some people. It's changed how people look at me. I know you were probably popping zits in your Middle School bathroom on lunch break, Tyler, but go back to the turn of the century. I struggled to keep my name relevant within the mixture of legends. There were people there who had cemented their position in the federation, and there was no room for an eighteen-year-old rookie. And when a spot would open up, someone else would step up into it and jump right over me. Or maybe it was an old friend of the President, or World Champion, or janitor.

Tyler just stares at Jesse, having no words come to his mind. Williams continues on, maintaining his sharp tone.

Jesse Williams - These fans, the locker room, we were all one. When I was struggling to make a name for myself, and failing constantly at gaining the World Title, everyone was buddy-buddy. All those guys in the locker room back then were shaking my hand, hanging out with me after the show, and talking about how my day was coming. All those fans would chant my name so loud that I'd get into that ring, and lose any ability to hear myself think. Then what happens? I reach my full potential, and finally get what I have deserved through hard work, and perseverance- and now I'm resented for it. I come into the arena, and the faces who usually would at least say hello - faces of people I have helped with my money, my care, my effort and my time - just look at me like I'm nothing. It's a select few people who remain from the original days, but I always stayed friends with people.

Williams clears his throat, but doesn't allow Tyler to chip back in. Instead, Jesse continues on.

Jesse Williams - And the fans? They want Greg to be Champion, and why? The same reason they wanted me to be Champion seven years ago. They have gotten so behind Greg and grown so attached to him, that they think if he wins the World Title it will make their lives better. They do this with everyone, so it should be no surprise. They take a personal stake in the superstar going through "the chase", and when they finally succeed- nothing in their lives changes. When they watch wrestling, maybe they feel content knowing their boy won the belt. But for the most part, their every day lives don't improve one bit. And for that, they end up blaming you for their misgivings. Fortunately for Greg, he didn't win so they only resent me for continuing to push Greg out of the spot they yearn to see him in.

Tyler Taylor - ...I don't know what to say to that.

Jesse Williams - Then just ask the next question. This interview isn't about you giving your opinion.

Tyler shifts in his seat, looking down at the papers in front of him.

Tyler Taylor - Well, the question is about your actions at Holiday Bash concerning your injuries.

Jesse Williams - Ah yes. Of course. For months, and months I have worked with every possible injury you could think of. I fought through every single one and made sure every fan left the arena knowing they had a World Champion to be proud of. At the end of November, until Holiday Bash, I worked six straight weeks in nine matches. My body was breaking down, yet, what was the buzz amongst the fans and my peers? They were tired of hearing about what was wrong with me, and couldn't handle that I was at less than one-hundred percent and still winning matches I should have been squashed in. So, by the end of December, I got a clean bill of health for my right knee and I decided to shove a little arrogance down the throats of the doubters.

Tyler Taylor - I wouldn't call them doubters, I just think they've been getting frustrated with you always being injured.

Jesse Williams - They're frustrated about my injuries, eh? How do you think I feel about them? You think I like going back to my Hotel, or to my home in Los Angeles, feeling like my body is falling apart at the seams? Do you think I enjoy having my head stitched up seven ways to Sunday? Do I like popping pills like they are tic-tacs? Okay, well, that's not too bad- but for the rest of that, No, I don't.

Tyler Taylor - Well, do you have any idea why people perceive you like that?

Jesse Williams - Beats me, but I'm not too worried about it. I'm done being the shining beacon of this federation, and I'm going into business for myself- just like everyone had assumed long ago. And everyone involved with the OWF can hate me, or they can love me- personally, I just don't give a fuck.

Williams stands out of his chair, unclipping the black microphone from the collar of his white undershirt and dropping it to the floor- with a bit of static coming through the audio once it hits the carpetted floor.

Jesse Williams - Now I think that's enough questions for the time being.

Tyler Taylor - Well, thanks for being here.

Tyler's words go unnoticed as Williams turns and leaves the shot of the camera. Tyler looks into the lense and shakes his head, with the feed fading away from the soundstage.

LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW, SUNDAY JANUARY 25TH, 2008
FROM THE MGM GRAND GARDEN ARENA IN LAS VEGAS, NEVADA!

FEATURING

OWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
Jesse Williams (c) Vs Specter

PLUS ALL OTHER CHAMPIONSHIPS ON THE LINE!

The feed opens back on the announcers booth as we cut away from commercial.

Falcoon - Well we are back, and honestly, Jesse's words still haven't sunk in.

Dunn - You're going to have to get over it Gordie. He's tired of being disrespected.

Greene - And his statements surely do hamper Greg's attempts at regaining the World Title.

Dunn - There was never a shot anyways.

Falcoon - Just pipe dreams for Greg.

Cut backstage, where Specter stands with Tyler Taylor. Motioning for the microphone, Specter snatches it away from Tyler when it comes within reach.

Specter - You're a busy man, Ty.

Tyler Taylor - I'm sure you heard some of Jesse Williams' comments earlier in the evening-

Specter - Some champ.

Tyler Taylor - And I was hoping I could get a few words with you about the Christmas Tree Match from Holiday Bash and your upcoming title match with Williams at Clash of Champions.

Specter - Jesse's feeling ungrateful. I can relate, but I didn't expect anybody to shower me with hugs and kisses after I grabbed that star. The competition was fucking brutal, the setting was hellish, and I'm lucky I didn't leave LA in a wheelchair. Not exactly the kind of thing to fill you full of Christmas spirit.

Grinning widely, Specter continues his spiel, making sure to show a mouthful of orthodontically perfected teeth with every word.

Specter - But in case you dipshits haven't figured it out, luck's my thing. Yeah, the Christmas Tree Match was a bitch, and yeah the other guys spent it kicking my ass, but when push came to shove, I'm the guy that snatched that fucking star. Sorry to all you fuckwads who wanted a title shot for Christmas, but it's my turn now.

Tyler Taylor - And what about-

Specter - Don't interrupt. It's fucking rude. Which means, and I'm explaining this for the sake of the OWF fans' notoriously slow brain processes, I'm up to bat against Jesse. Y'know, Jesse Williams. The guy who spit in all your fucking faces. The fans, the wrestlers, even the crew. I might be a prick, but I'd be more inclined to uphold a righteous standard if I was billed as this company's hero, whether I wanted to be or not. But that's how it goes. The hero thing's getting old and Jesse's breaking down. He's been breaking down for months, and I might just be on the verge of a match against a champion who's one botched Swanton away from early retirement.

Tyler Taylor - Not sure I follow.

Specter - I'll level with you. After that Christmas Tree Match, I'm nowhere near one-hundred percent. Neither's Jesse Williams. We both had our trials and tribulations over the holidays and we both came out beaten up over it. But Jesse's been beaten up for months. Oddly enough, he's that half-cripple that always manages to keep going. Like I said, we ain't all together right now, but by Clash of Champions we will be. Unless...

Tyler Taylor - Unless?

Specter - Unless the OWF takes a look at the situation. Jesse Williams, crippled, love sick, half drunk, missing a testicle, whatever, is still holding onto that belt. At this rate, we'll have to pry it from his cold dead hands. Rather, I'll have to pry it from his cold dead hands. The trick is getting there. See, I've seen Jesse keep going and going one too many times to leave my shot up to chance. I'm going for a sure thing. So, here's the deal. You fuckers want that belt he's wearing? Doesn't look like it to me, because Jesse's beaten most of you. And he's got just as good a chance at beating me.

Tyler Taylor - That's surprisingly modest.

Specter - There's a point. My proposition is simple. You saw how the champ feels about all of you. Greg Jackson did nothing but send an arena full of fans home happy, and Jesse can't stand it. In case you're not keeping up, Greg Jackson is a fucking good guy. He deserves better, but Jesse, he deserves much, much worse. So fucking give it to him. Whether you're a wrestler, a fan, or even a jilted fat girl, show Jesse how you really feel. Blindside, cheap shot, ambush, maul, rend, maim, ignite, stab, strangle and shoot the fucking franchise. Clash of Champions is two weeks away and when I get into that ring, I want Jesse Williams to be a pile of broken bones that I just have to put my foot on for a pinfall.

Tyler Taylor - Why would anyone do that to help you?

Specter - Because it's simple. You guys can beat me. Some of you already have. I might always have a trick up my sleeve, but nine-times-out-of-ten, I'm fucked in a fair fight. I walk out of Clash of Champions with that belt, and the entire roster's chances of becoming the champ get a whole lot better. From Trent Steel to JC to MV-Fucking-P. You can't beat Jesse Williams yourselves, I can beat him with your help. We can make a stand against this cocksucker.

Tyler Taylor - That's a little much.

Specter - So, what's it going to be, gentlemen? You might not like me, but I've never disrespected you cum guzzlers the way the franchise has. You want a champ you can beat? You want to see the franchise go down in flames? Then the answer's simple, people. I want you all to kill Jesse Williams.

Flashing a peace sign, Specter grins. Tyler fumbles for words, but nothing comes out, as the scene cuts back to the announcers booth.

Greene - What the hell is going on here..

Falcoon - I really don't know, Garrett.

Dunn - It's simple. Williams declares war on the world, and Specter declares it back on Williams while speaking for the world.

Falcoon - Specter is just a very intelligent individual.

Greene - You have to worry more about his mental capabilities than his physical prowess at times.

Dunn - Well if the OWF locker room follows through, he would need much physical ability to get past Williams.

Falcoon - It should be very interesting to see if anyone takes Specter's advice.

Dunn - I guarantee Greg will take him up on that.

Falcoon - I was thinking JC.

Greene - I'm sure they both will, but first, we have the Main Event coming up..

Dunn - Crap, we haven't even picked stipulations for that yet.

Falcoon - Well I am getting word they are putting the last touches on the wheel, so lets send it to the back.

The cameras open up on and empty room backstage.

Dunn - This is so excit... What the hell?

The feed is suddenly interupted by a red static backdrop as black blood splatters hit the screen. Suddenly we see Trent Steel, Dude JoB, TLS, and Jason Chase in black and white film sitting in four chairs looking at the camera.

Trent Steel - We interupt this boring ass programming to bring you a really special announcement.

Jason Chase - Yes friends the spin wheel is a pre recorded pile of shit but what do you expect from The Ice Man?

Dude JoB - Uhh drool and overdone nineties promos?

The Lost Soul - Ouch! So instead we decided to do something really random to make this match "fair".

Jason Chase holds up a dildo with a spike on it.

Jason Chase - I am going to toss this dildo at a spinning wheel we have in front of us. Where it lands is what match we're going to see tonight.

Trent Steel - Where did he get that?

The Lost Soul - I have no idea.

Dude JoB - CJ's gymbag.

Jason Chase throws the dildo at the screen we shift views to see it land on a Normal Match with No Lawndarts Allowed.

Jason Chase - Uhhh whoops.

Dude JoB - Ehh I've had worse. You owe me a Diet Pepsi for this.

The feed cuts back to ringside and a shot of the announcers booth.

Falcoon - Well that was enlightening.

Dunn - DJ just got screwed out of his favorite weapon.

Greene - I think he'll be able to get by without it.

Falcoon - Regardless, we have our stipulation and our two competitors should be more than ready to go.

Dunn - Too bad neither of them represent the OWF.

Greene - Yeah, but I'd say Dude JoB is a lesser evil than The Ice Man.

Falcoon - Agreed.

Dunn - I guess I can go along with that.

From next to the announcers booth, Missy Janson stands up from her steel chair and wraps her fingers around the microphone on the time keepers table. She picks it up and walks towards the nearest set of ring steps.

Greene - Well Missy is ready, and that's the last component we need.

Dunn - She's not ready, you dick.

Greene - She will be soon!

Missy briefly steps onto the outside apron before parting the ropes and entering the ring. She immediately walks to the absolute middle of the ring and faces the live camera feed.

Greene - See!

Dunn - Lucky guess!

Falcoon - Ugh, let's send it to Missy. Please.

Missy lifts the microphone up to her mouth and begins the introductions of the Main Event.

Missy Janson - Ladies and Gentlemen it is time for the Main Event of the Evening and it is for the OWF Sin City Spotlight Championshiip!

The fans give a ravenous applause, all rising to their feet in anticipation.

Missy Janson - It is scheduled for a one fall, and is under Normal Rules, with No Lawn Darts Allowed. Coming to the ring first, 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.

Dunn - DJ would love nothing more than to bring this belt to the Rogues.

Greene - And I can only assume it would be sweeter taking it off of a member of the NLW roster.

Falcoon - I doubt the Rogues care who they harm.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Portland, Oregon... He is the OWF Sin City Spotlight Champion... The Ice Man!

"Second to None" By Styles of Beyond begins to sound over the arena loudspeakers and the lights begin to flicker slightly before going out completely. After a few moments there is a large explosion on the stage and the lights come back up, revealing The Ice Man in the middle of the stage with the OWF Sin City Spotlight Championship over his shoulder. Behind him is his nephew James, fellow stablemate Jordan Brock and his lawyer. He takes a moment to look around before walking towards the ring, taking in the boos from the crowd along the way with his entourage in tow. Once he makes it to the ring he climbs in and stands in the center, raising his arms into the air as explosions erupt from all four turnbuckles. His posse encircles the ring on the outside, while back in the ring the referee takes the SCS title from The Ice Man, and holds it up in the middle of the ring for all to see.

Dunn - The way I see it, as long as it's anyone besides a member of NLW -- I'll be happy.

The referee hands the Championship to Missy who turns and exits the ring. Once she is seated back at ringside, the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The Ice Man and Dude JoB begin circling one another, very slowly closing the gap between the two of them. The two men get within striking distance and The Ice Man crushes the right side of DJ's face with a left elbow. Dude JoB stumbles backwards as The Ice Man charges and looks for a clothesline, extending his right arm away from his body. Dude JoB ducks under it and sprints towards the set of ring ropes across the ring. He turns, bouncing off of them back-first, and running back at The Ice Man who slowly turns around after missing his clothesline. DJ runs right into The Ice Man, trying to send him down to the mat -- but instead, DJ is the one falling to his back.

Falcoon - That didn't turn out the way he planned.

Dude JoB rolls up to his feet, only to receive a sharp right jab from The Ice Man -- who then hooks DJ's right arm, and hip tosses him down to his back. He lays a stomp across Dude JoB's stomach before reaching down, and grabbing two handfuls of DJ's hair. He tugs him up to his feet, where Dude JoB slaps The Ice Man's hands away and breaks his grasp. Dude JoB runs against the ropes, only to have his feet grabbed by Jordan Brock on the outside.

Dunn - Oh that bastard.

DJ stops right in his tracks against the ropes, as The Ice Man charges and clotheslines DJ over the top rope and to the floor.

Greene - Dude JoB is in no mans land now.

Dunn - The referee has his eyes on the action, though.

Dude JoB slowly pushes himself up to his feet, as The Ice Man's entourage backs off. He quickly pulls himself up onto the ring apron and rolls under the bottom rope, where he starts to get stomped by a furious Ice Man. The referee tries to step in between him and Dude JoB, but The Ice Man pushes him away and continues to stomp across the head and neck of Dude JoB.

Falcoon - The Ice Man is sending a message to the Rogues.

Dunn - Especially The Lost Soul.

Eventually The Ice Man picks Dude JoB off of the mat and picks him up, hoisting him over his shoulder before falling forward and executing a front powerslam. The Ice Man covers DJ, with the referee sliding in to make the count... 1...2... kickout by Dude JoB. Anticipating his kickout, The Ice Man drags DJ up to his feet and begins to lay into him with various strikes. He starts with a right forearm across the jaw, shortly followed by a left jab -- and capped off with a boot in the gut of his stomach. DJ doubles over, allowing The Ice Man to bring a lifting right knee across his face -- which stands him straight up as he holds his face. The Ice Man swoops behind him, grabbing DJ around his waist and nailing a back suplex that drives DJ down to the mat.

Falcoon - The Ice Man is in firm control here.

The Ice Man reaches down, waisting little time as he grabs DJ's head and begins to stand up to his feet -- bringing DJ with him. As they both get there, Dude JoB positions the top of his head under the chin of Ice Man while grabbing the top of his head. DJ drops to his knee, nailing the jawbreaker which stuns his opponent.

Dunn - DJ needs to build from this.

Greene - If he doesn't, he's going to end up just another victim.

DJ finally stands back up, and nails a short elbow to the forehead of The Ice Man. He runs against the ropes, but Ice Man's attorney pulls down the top rope and DJ is sent flopping over the top. He lands on his feet and pushes the group away from him, as The Ice Man tries to distract the referee.

Dunn - Look at this.

Falcoon - They really want that SCS Title in FTF.

DJ gets crushed by Brock with a hard right hand and he drops to the outside, as The Ice Man keeps a firm grip on the referee's shirt -- keeping his back to the attack on the outside. All three men who came out with The Ice Man are now beating on DJ as the fans bring forth a slew of boo's. Finally, from the back, The Rogues come out with The Lost Soul and Jason Chase going after Jordan Brock first, and helping DJ fight off the rest.

Greene - Uh oh...Here's back up!

Trent walks towards the ring as The Ice Man sees him, and releases the referee before he approaches the ropes. He taunts Trent to get into the ring, but Steel just keeps smiling at him. Meanwhile, DJ rolls into the ring and slowly crawls towards The Ice Man. Trent climbs up onto the apron, forcing The Ice Man to step back -- and he falls right into a school boy roll up from Dude JoB.

Dunn - Trent distracted Ice Man!

The referee slides into place and counts the pin...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match... and NEW OWF Sin City Spotlight Champion... Dude JoB!

Falcoon - Yes! OWF.. err.. NLW loses a title!

Dunn - The Ice Man is pissed. He had control of that match, and DJ stole the win.

DJ rolls out of the ring and quickly grabs the Sin City Spotlight title from Missy, winking at her as he regroups with the rest of the Rogues. They all slowly begin to head up the ramp, with the fans cheering them on along the way. Meanwhile in the ring, The Ice Man and his crew are livid at the decision and decide to head up after the Rogues.

Greene - FTF is not going to be pleased with this.

Dunn - They're looking to extract some revenge now.

They all exit the ring and head up the ramp, but The Rogues have all disappeared behind the curtains. This doesn't stop The Ice Man from keeping in hot pursuit, leading his men backstage as well.

Falcoon - I'm just glad NLW holds one less belt.

Dunn - Yeah, but that doesn't mean it's back in OWF hands.

Greene - God forbid DJ gets three defenses...

Dunn - Don't even start.

The referee from the Main Event clears out, and the arena slowly begins to empty out.

Falcoon - Looks like our night has come to an end.

Dunn - Slow show match wise.

Greene - I think next week should be hella interesting.

Dunn - Hella?

Greene - Yep.

Falcoon - We will see. We'll see you folks next wee--

PA System - Diamonds are forever...

"Diamonds from Sierra Leone" by Kanye West begins to play softly as gold sparks begin to shimmer down at the entry way. The song continues to play as still images of a wrestler with blue tint on the screen play. "BlackJack" flashes between each shot. Just then, the song cuts out and the lights do as well, leaving everyone in darkness. The music comes back in, blaring over the speakers as Greg Jackson comes out on to the ramp. The fans are going crazy as Greg looks down the ramp, taking in his surroundings. He ignores the fans as he continues down to the ring, ignoring the outstretched hands along the way. Greg slides under the bottom rope, and pulls himself up to his feet -- before he walks across the ring and positions himself in his corner. He asks for a microphone and is quickly handed one.

Greg Jackson - So what’s it gonna be CJ?! I wanna see Jesse Williams out here, or you explaining yourself.

PA system - Thou shalt not

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

JC appears on the ramp to a chorus of boos!

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

He has a microphone in hand and his music dies down quickly, as he talks while slowly making his way towards the ring.

JC - Surprised to see me Greg? I'm sure CJ would have loved to come out here and give you yet another title shot that you'll lose, but he probably has better things to do. Instead, you get me. Let's face it Greg, you're not exactly championship material. After all the buildup and all the hype, you still couldn't take the World title away from Jesse Williams. Not only that, but he beat you four times! Sure, you can claim to hold three victories over him, but without the world title, they're nothing. Void, hollow and pyrrhic.

JC is now standing on the ring apron, Greg Jackson glaring at him menacingly.

JC - What I'm saying is, if you want a World title shot, you'll have to wait in line. The back of the line, behind Drake Munday. There are far more deserving talents here in the OWF. For example, myself. But I'm not here to talk about that. I'm here to do something to you that I should have accomplished last week, and that's add you to a very exclusive list. Jared Wave, Nick Perry, Moxie Roxie. All of the people I've removed from this organization.

JC now enters the ring.

JC - It's time to add Greg Jackson to that list.

JC drops the mic, but Greg is on him right away! Greg runs at him and splashes him in the corner and starts laying right hands into him to the approval of the fans! Greg whips JC into the far corner and quickly runs after him. He leaps into the air for another body splash but JC hit’s the mat and rolls out of the ring, as Greg’s head actually hit’s the ring post behind the turnbuckles! He falls back into the ring holding his head. JC doesn’t stay outside for very long, though, grabbing a chair and sliding it into the ring! JC rolls back in as Greg is getting back to his feet. He positions himself beside Greg and delivers a devastating T-bone suplex! Greg is down at this point and JC grabs the chair and throws it down again in the middle of the ring. He then picks Greg up and lifts him into a fireman’s carry position! As he does this, we see Matt Jackson walking down the ramp.

Greene - JC’s gonna hit Solitaire Unravelling on the steel chair!

Falcoon - Matt Jackson’s here to stop it though!

Dunn - Yeah… he should probably hurry up, don’tcha think?

JC is about to hit his finisher on Greg, when Greg slips behind his back! JC turns around, and Greg immediately super kicks JC down to the mat! The fans cheer as JC lays on the mat for a moment before he starts to stir. He begins to stumble to his feet as Greg Jackson picks up the chair, looking to nail JC with it! JC turns around and Greg lunges at him, but Matt Jackson grabs Greg’s leg from the outside.

Falcoon - What the hell?

Greg yells at Matt and yanks his leg free. He turns back to JC with the chair, but JC boots the chair right into Greg’s face! The fans are booing heavily now as Matt rolls into the ring and grabs his brother by the hair and forces him to his feet! JC places the chair in the center of the ring again as Matt holds Greg up in a spine buster position with the chair below him. JC then runs to one side of the ring, the other side, running behind Matt Jackson. He then reaches a little higher than normal, giving Greg an elevated big boot right under his chin! As he does this, Matt Jackson drives Greg down into the chair! Garbage is being thrown into the ring now as Greg appears to be completely motionless in the center of the ring! JC and Matt stare at each other and grin sadistically, until Matt reaches for the mic JC dropped earlier.

Matt Jackson - I told you that you better win Greg! You’ve been embarrassing this family for long enough! I’ve had it with your bullshit! Turns out, raw talent can only get you so far, and you’ve reached that point where you’re not getting any better. I’m not wasting another breath on you… you’re finished!

JC - I’ve only got a small thing to say. Now that Greg is out of the picture, it's time to add two more names to my list. Vernon Somoza and Porta Prince. These two clowns think that they are above this business and it's fans. They try to be meta and use insider terms as though it's 1998 and Vince Russo is booking the OWF to make it "edgy". Listen up children, the only reason you are the tag team champions, the only reason you are still wrestling, is because I have allowed it. I could easily take the belts away from you myself, but OWF rules dictate I must have a partner. So I found a partner. Now it's time to restore some pride to the tag belts and take them away from you two jokes.

Matt Jackson - And remember boys, fun can’t kill ya… but we might!

Falcoon - What have we just seen?!

Dunn - The end of Greg Jackson.

Greene - This is... no good.

Falcoon - Fans we hav--

Suddenly, "The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits and CJ walks out onto the stage -- sporting a nice shiner.

Dunn - Good thing we own our own network, otherwise we'd be cutting into Walker Texas Ranger.

CJ holds a microphone in his hand as he stares down at the ring.

Prez CJ - You know what, I sat backstage tonight and I was hoping this would be a smooth card. I was hoping people would take a break, but instead I saw different. I saw a top competitor come out here and whine about losing, when he couldn't be in a better position than he is in right now. I have a World Champion who has given up on the federation, because they gave up on him. My number one contender is barking out orders like he runs the place, and all of a sudden EVERYONE wants a piece of El Plaga.

CJ smiles.

Prez CJ - So you know what, I'm here to show everyone who is really in charge. Next week, since you two want to team together so badly, I'll give you the tag match you want.

The fans boo heavily.

Prez CJ - But not against the Tag Champs. Next Week on Addiction, Matt Jackson and JC will be taking on the team of... Specter, and his partner...

Silence falls across the arena.

Prez CJ - .. Jesse Williams!

An explosion of cheers come from the crowd.

Greene - Oh man.

Dunn - Only six days before their ultimate showdown, and they have to team up.

CJ turns and walks through the curtains, leaving the arena.

Falcoon - Okay folks, we really have to go now.

Greene - See you all next week!

The feed cuts away from the arena and to the OWF logo -- before fading out to black.