The cameras open for the first time in CJ's office and we see he's sitting down looking over papers. There is a knock at the door.

Prez CJ - Come in.

Entering into the room is The Lost Soul and Trent Steel. CJ looks at them with contempt and sighs.

Prez CJ - I already told you...

Trent Steel - We're not here to be booked for the pay per view. I want to point out something to you.

Prez CJ - All right.

Trent Steel - According to the next in line for the "singles" titles that make up the tag team. I'm up for one and so is TLS. We're willing to take whatever shit you want to throw at us stipulation wise. As a matter of fact whatever your little sick mind can come up with is fucking fantastic.

Prez CJ - See aren't you suppose to be undermining my authority and all that shit now? Why should I give you a shot at the tag team titles.

Trent Steel - One. I got screwed out of them back when I was on your side so I owe them a ass kicking. Two. Do you really want those fucking going around claiming NLW owns YOUR federations titles?

Prez CJ - But your not OWF or NLW.

Trent Steel - Yeah...but I'm willing to put up our belts to whomever you want in OWF that is loyal.

Prez CJ - I'll think about it.

Trent nods and starts to leave.

Prez CJ - So Trent...are you getting on the screw over Jesse bandwagon too?

Trent Steel - Heh! No. I'm not going to help one asshole beat up a man who at least has earned my respect. But whenever you want to give Jesse a break be sure to book me against him. I'm sure he'd love a change in pace.

We fade to the introduction package as Steel exit's CJ's office.

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 cameras open up on the Sold Out Anaheim Convention Center in Anaheim, California -- as all of the fans are cheering with every breath in their body. "I Get It" by Chevelle plays throughout the darkened arena when suddenly a stream of pyrotechnics fire off from the stage. The fans this week are a lot more rowdy for this card than last weeks, as they nearly match the volume output of the music and fireworks combined. Eventually the pyro tapers off, and the house lights come up on the arena. The fans cheer even louder, as the various cameras across the arena pick up images of them through the haze left in the building from the pyro. Soon they pan in to the announcers booth at ringside, where Gordie Falcoon, James Dunn and Garrett Greene are all seated at the table with their headsets on.

Falcoon - AAAAAHHHHHOOOOO ANAHEIM!

Greene - This is the place to be!

Dunn - Eh it's not bad.

Falcoon - We are very happy you have joined us for this edition of Monday Addiction.

Greene - We are only six days away from Clash of Champions...

Dunn - Not to mention we get to see a huge tag match tonight.

Falcoon - Along with a Sin City Spotlight Title defense.

Greene - Plus we get to find out who goes up to face The Phoenix at Clash of Champions.

From next to the announcers booth, Missy Janson picks herself up to her feet with a microphone in hand. She sets her sights on the steel ring steps in the corner positioned nearest to her, and she heads in that direction.

Dunn - I suppose we find that out now.

Falcoon - Remember, the one who succumbs to the fall will not get a shot, and the other two will.

Greene - That leaves a lot of things open for possible title matches.

Missy shuffles her feet as she ascends the steel steps and moves onto the outside ring apron for a moment. She steps through the ropes and into the ring, heading for the direct center of the squared circle.

Falcoon - Well there will only be one possibility once this thing is over, so lets send it to Missy for the introductions.

Missy Janson positions herself in the middle of the ring and faces the live cameras, lifting the microphone up to her mouth with her right hand.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the First Match of the evening!

The fans explode, all shooting their attentions right to the middle of the ring as they keep a close watch on Missy -- who remains still as a statue with the microphone in front of her lips.

Missy Janson - It is a Triple Threat Match, with a Thirty Minute Time Limit, with the one competitor who gets pinned being eliminated -- and allowing the other two to move on to face The Phoenix for the OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship at Clash of Champions on Sunday!

Again the fans give a loud response, with a majority of them already returning to their designated seats for the start of the card.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from San Francisco, California... Representing The Rogues... Jason Chase!

Sounds of women moaning and groaning are heard as Jason Chase makes his way to the ring to just the sounds of extreme pleasure from a woman. Women's panties and bras begin flying and litter the aisle way. A big fat guy throws his underwear and it narrowly misses Chase as he ducks it. Chase slides in the ring and takes off his shirt, a couple of women begin to cry and faint. Chase flexes his muscles as he positions himself in his corner.

Falcoon - Jason has a chance to get into a match for OWF gold.

Dunn - He's had a lot of shots at gold.

Greene - Hopefully he takes this one a bit more seriously.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring next, from San Antonio, Texas... Representing The New Blood... Rockstar!

"Rockstar" hits the Pa, Rockstar doesn't appear, a murmour goes through the crowd, then the build up to the chorus starts and suddenly.

PA System - And we all just wanna be a big rockstar!

Rockstar appears with a bunch of cash, and hands it over to people in the crowd -- but he obviously looks different. From behind, he is joined by Tommy "The Ox" Morella -- who also looks different. Rockstar and Tommy come down to the ring badly dressed like Jason Chase and Akira. Rockstar as Akira and Tommy as Chase.

Dunn - Hahaha!

Greene - This isn't right.

Both men pull microphones from their pockets and begin to speak.

Tommy The Ox - So Mr. Fuji I have a plan me and you team up on Rockstar eliminate him then we can wrestle it out for the win what do you think.

Rockstar - Well first name is Akira no Fuji and I don’t know if trust you

Tommy The Ox - Oh come on would I lie to you?

Rockstar - Well dildo man I no think can work together I how you say want to win.

Tommy The Ox - Listen Fuji we work together then we wrestle each other.

Rockstar speaks in a badly dubbed voice.

Rockstar - We can work together if I see giant thing.

Tommy looks puzzled whispers to Rockstar “What that’s not the way we were going to do this”

Rockstar - Just go with it man

Tommy The Ox - Ok Akira I will show you my giant thing.

And then Tommy pulls out a dildo, as Rockstar's voice morphs into a chipmunk sounding one.

Rockstar - No me want real thing.

Tommy just looks at Rockstar as his next statement comes out in badly dubbed Darth Vader sounding voice.

Rockstar - Come on lets have it.

Tommy throws down the dildo and walks off

Tommy The Ox - This was the dumbest thing I have ever heard of why the hell I let you talk me into this. I am out of here.

Rockstar - Oh come on Tommy it was a joke I really didn’t think you would take it like this.

Tommy tears off outfit as he walks to the back Rockstar still in the ring.

Rockstar - Oh come on Tommy come back I will do it right I swear

Tommy just keeps walking.

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

"99 Problems" by Jay-Z hits the speakers, which will always send the fans to their feet. Missy brings the microphone to her lips, obviously missing the cue.

Missy Janson - And finally, the last competitor in this match... From Sakurai, Nara, Japan... Representing... Himself... Akira Kanemura!

Slowly through the curtains, Akira Kanemura appears with a stern look upon his face. The fans remain mostly emotionless as the newcomer to both the OWF and the USA trots down the ramp. Upon his face is a wide smirk, taking in all of his surroundings. He slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, quickly pacing towards his corner. He leans his back up against the turnbuckle and removes his dogtag chain, laying it on the mat. His music begins to fade, so Akira begins to stretch his legs out to prepare for his match.

Falcoon - Akira doesn't look very happy with that speech.

Dunn - Can he even understand it?

Greene - I think racism knows no language barriers.

Dunn - Oh you're so political.

Missy exits the ring, with the referee calling for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Rockstar and Jason Chase immediately pair off and start beating each other with rights and lefts, with Akira taking a step back into his corner to watch the mayhem. Chase gains the upper hand and takes Rockstar down to the mat with a hiptoss, and as he rolls up to his feet he is cracked from behind with a shin kick to the back from Akira. Jason Chase runs at Rockstar, looking for a clothesline but he ducks -- sending Chase sprinting towards Kanemura. At the last second, Akira ducks the outstretched arm of Chase and darts away from his position in the ring. Once Chase stops himself and turns around, Rockstar is back on his feet and tackles Jason with a double leg takedown.

Falcoon - Akira is playing both men against each other.

Dunn - That's smart.

Right before Rockstar nails any punches on Jason Chase, he is stuck from behind by a shin kick from Akira -- who follows up by picking him up and tossing him into the nearest corner. While Rockstar gains his balance by leaning his back in the corner, Akira Kanemura drags Chase up to his feet and pushes him towards the opposite corner.

Greene - What's he going for?

Akira runs across the ring and nails a charging forearm to the face of Rockstar, dazing him in the corner. He turns back around, and glances towards Chase. Akira runs at Jason Chase in the one corner, extending his foot up into the air and nailing a yakuza kick across the face of Chase. Kanemura turns and charges towards the opposite corner and nails a second yakuza kick -- this time on Rockstar. He immediately grabs his arm and irish whips Rockstar across the ring.

Dunn - Look out Chase!

Rockstar collides with Jason Chase in the corner -- and the two men knock heads. Chase falls flat to his back, parallel to the corner, as Rockstar trips over his laid out body and falls on his back right next to Chase. Akira leaps over both men and springboards up to the top rope, immediately back flipping off of it and executing a Moonsault across both of his opponents.

Falcoon - Moonsault on both Chase and Rockstar!

He remains laying across both men as the referee slides in and makes the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - Both Rockstar and Jason Chase have been eliminated... Therefore Akira Kanemura is the winner and gains the PDA Title Shot at Clash of Champions!

Falcoon - He pinned them both, then.

Dunn - Wow.

Greene - So I guess he gets the shot.

Falcoon - Seems like it.

Dunn - This Akira keeps popping up. I don't like it.

Falcoon - He has a lot of accomplishments for so little time in this federation.

Dunn - Too many if you ask me.

The feed cuts to backstage. Mikey "The Shark" Austin is shown as he is trying to get attention of some of the jobbers backstage to get them to sign a document to no luck. The Mexicans basically blow him off and he gets fustrated as he rounds the corner and finds two men standing tall over a beaten down and bloody MVP backstage.

Mikey "The Shark" Austin - .. Guys you came back to help out, this is great! I gotta tell Raven Talon the news.

He goes to rush off but is stopped as the two men block the camera adn teh one speaks to Mikey.

Thug 1 - Klingen I wie Schurke 1 oder Schurke 2, Mikey! Schließen Sie jetzt Mikey! Dieses hat nichts, mit Ihnen zu tun und Sie wissen, dass es ein Wunder und ein bestimmtes Gleiches nehmen würde, um mich in einen amerikanischen Ring zurückzubekommen. Dieses ist nicht jenes " unoriginal Outlaws" Sie hatten Haltung als Gangster. Wir sind nicht die Gangster, die Sie suchen, aber möglicherweise könnte Mikey DC zurück zusammen erhalten…

With that said Thug 2 pushes the camera man back as the last look you get backstage of Mikey standign their with his jaw dropped in knowing who he spoke to has not the Gangsters they had orginally hired. Yet camera fizzles out and goes back as Mikey knows something that everyone else does not know.

Dunn - Okay, what the fuck was that.

Greene - The Gangsters Disciples are back..

Falcoon - And so is the Third Reich it seems.

Dunn - When Max Rommel shows up, I'm leaving.

Greene - Same here.

From the shot of Mikey, we cut to the Sin City Spotlight Wheel of Stipulations -- which is at another point in the arena. Porta Prince and Dude JoB stand next to it, both of them eyeing up their potential fates. Porta seems a little hesitant to be around DJ. The wheel starts to spin and DJ starts singing, really freaking Porta out.

Dude JoB - Wheel of Moratality! Turn! Turn! Turn! Tell me how this mother fucker is going to burn!

The wheel stops on Ladder Match. DJ smiles as he turns to Porta.

Dude JoB - And the moral of today's story is...

Porta Prince - Shut up! Let's just get on with it.

Dude JoB smirks and starts to walk away. Then lickity split he double dropkicks Porta in the nuts. He falls to the ground as DJ gets up and grabs him by the skull.

Dude JoB - Always let the maniac fucking finish!

Knee to the face! Dude JoB walks off as he gets ready for his match. Prince just glares at DJ as he walks off. The feed cuts back to the announcers booth at ringside.

Dunn - Good old Ladder Match.

Greene - This is going to explode into a big clusterfuck.

Falcoon - I have that feeling too.

As Missy stands up from the time keepers table, the cameras cut to the ring as a long cable is dropped from the rafters, and soon a sole ring technician comes out -- holding the SCS Championship in his hand. He makes his way into the ring and attaches it to the end of the cable, before it is slowly hoisted upwards towards the ceiling of the arena. The technician leaves the ring as we see Missy Janson already up on the apron and entering the ring with a microphone in hand.

Falcoon - This should be a doozy.

Dunn - No doubt about it.

The belt comes to a stop as Missy positions herself in the middle of the ring. She lifts the microphone up to her mouth and begins the introductions for the match.

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

The fans explode, highly anticipating the showdown for the SCS Title.

Missy Janson - It is scheduled for a one fall, and is a Ladder Match. There is no Time Limit for this match as the first competitor to climb up the ladder and grab the title that is hung above the ring will win the match.

Missy pauses to catch her breath, and the fans quiet down to hear out the rest of her announcements.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Haiti... He is the current OWF Tears Tag Team Champion... Here is Porta Prince

Red and blue pyro fall over the stage with "Welcome To Jamrock" playing.

PA System - Out In The Streets. THEY CALL IT MURDAAAA!

Pyro stops and Porta Prince appears as if he was behind it the whole time. Over his right shoulder, his OWF Tears Tag Team title is drapped there and held into position by his right hand. Smoke flies out of his nose as he goes towards the ring with nothing but a spotlight on him. As he rolls into the ring, he gets up drapes himself over the ropes with a hand raise as red & blue pyro goes off behind him.

Missy Janson - And his opponent... He is the Current OWF Sin City Spotlight Champion... 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.

Falcoon - DJ has a shot to prove to CJ that The Rogues deserve a Tag Title shot.

Dunn - And Porta has a chance to claim even more gold.

Missy exits the ring, with both competitors staring above the ring -- looking at the OWF SCS Championship which is hung fifteen feet above the ring. The referee calls for the bell, starting the match much to the fans delight.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Porta runs across the ring as the bell chimes, looking for a clothesline that Dude JoB ducks. Porta stumbles into the corner behind Dude JoB, where he is pummeled with everying from shin kicks to swinging forearms. When Dude JoB winds up, looking for a right haymaker, Prince reaches out and grabs DJ around the back of his head -- and now turns him so he is back-first in the corner. Once there, Porta nails a back elbow with his right arm across the right temple of Dude JoB -- following it immediately with a thrusting knee strike that hangs DJ up in the corner.

Dunn - Well, atleast Dude JoB can say he has had more offense in this match than his last.

Greene - His offensive arsenal consisted of a school boy pin.

Falcoon - Harley Race would be proud.

Porta grabs the arm of DJ and irish whips him out of the corner -- releasing him towards the opposite corner while taking off behind him. Dude JoB runs towards the corner and grabs a hold of the top rope. He flings his legs upwards, and pushes himself over the head of the charging Porta Prince. DJ lands on his feet behind Porta, who crashes chest-first into the corner with little time to prepare for the impact. DJ tries to wrap his arms around the waist of Porta, but he ends up on the receiving end of a back left-elbow from Prince. He attempts to follow up with a spinning back fist, but DJ is able to block it -- and responds with a quick chop to Porta's throat. This allows him to push Prince back up against the nearest set of ropes, keeping a hold of his right arm which he uses to yank him off of the ropes. Prince is sent charging across the ring, turning in time to bounce off of the opposite set of ropes with his back. DJ bends over as Porta charges back, but Prince stops in his tracks and lays a clubbing right forearm across the back of Dude JoB's head. From there he tucks DJ's head between his legs, and Porta wraps his arms around his waist. He lifts DJ up onto his shoulders, and immediately throws him right down onto the back of his head with a stunning Powerbomb.

Greene - Jesus! He may be dead!

Dunn - He just looks unconscious.

Porta exits the ring and immediately lifts up the ring apron skirt -- reaching under the ring and pulling out a ten foot ladder. The fans cheer loudly once they see the steel object in plain view. Porta returns to the ring with the ladder in hand, and slides his head through the rungs -- resting it atop his shoulders. DJ finally gets to his feet after the vicious Powerbomb, but has no time to react as Porta Prince spins around and clocks Dude JoB with the steel legs of the closed ladder. Dude JoB collapses to his knees, while Porta keeps spinning while angling the ladder downward off of his shoulder. He connects with a second strike across the side of DJ's face, knocking him flat on his right side with blood pouring out of a large gash across the side of his face. Porta stops spinning around and stumbles a bit due to dizziness, but is able to stabilize himself as soon as he removes the ladder from around his head. He pulls the legs apart, resting them on the mat as he locks the ladder in the open position. Porta Prince glances up to make sure the ladder is directly under the belt, adjusting it a few inches before he starts to ascend.

Falcoon - Porta is the first to go for the belt.

Dunn - And with the way he clocked Dude JoB, he may be the last as well.

Porta slowly steps up each rung of the ladder, making his way to about the middle of the twelve foot ladder when Dude JoB begins to stir on the mat. Porta takes note, and tries to double-time it up the ladder -- but he just ends up stumbling, and nearly sliding all the way down to the mat. The only thing that stops him is his jaw as it impacts the top of the steel ladder, and also sends blood pouring out of the corners of Porta's mouth.

Greene - That last step is a doozy!

Although Porta is only dazed for a brief moment, it's more than enough time for Dude JoB to push his limp body up to a kneeling position directly next to the ladder. He glances upward, noticing Porta as he begins pulling himself back to the rung he was on before slipping. Before he can secure his feet, DJ places both of his hands on either of the legs of the ladder -- pushing upon it with all of his remaining upper body strength. The ladder slowly tips over, with Porta bailing at the last second -- causing him to fall throat-first across the top rope. Right after he hits the ropes, the ladder lands on the top rope just next to Porta. It eventually comes to a rest, leaning up against the ropes -- while when Porta hits he bounces off of the rope, and begins backpeddling towards the middle of the ring with both hands clutching his neck. DJ gets back up to his feet, and, looking to take advantage of the situation, grabs Porta Prince around the waist in a reverse waist lock.

Falcoon - There's no way he can lift Porta.

Greene - He's going to have to opt for Plan B.

Prince doesn't budge as DJ attempts a german suplex -- which prompts Dude JoB to release the waist lock and fire his right elbow to the back of Prince's head. Once dazed, Porta is grabbed in a reverse waist lock for a second time -- and not even his weight advantage can prevent DJ from lifting him into the air and tossing him backwards with a massive German Suplex. The move took a lot out of Dude JoB, as he remains laying on the mat and locks his eyes on the toppled ladder. He rolls over onto his right side for a moment before flopping over onto his stomach and digging his fingernails into the ring canvas. Dude JoB claws across it, dragging the entire of his weight behind him, heading towards the ladder. With every inch he pulls himself, he slowly regains the strength and stamina to pull himself back up to his knees. Once on all fours, Porta Prince begins pushing himself up from his back and immediately locks his eyes upon DJ. Dude JoB remains on all fours before he swings his torso upwards, and finds himself kneeling directly infront of the leaning ladder. With both free hands he yanks the legs downward and rests them upon the mat -- once again setting up the ladder in the absolute center of the ring.

Dunn - I hope DJ isn't planning on climbing.

Greene - He took entirely too much time.

Falcoon - And now he will pay for it.

Porta Prince keeps a watchful eye over Dude JoB as he pulls himself towards the legs of the ladder, using his knees to position himself properly. He extends both of his hands upward and wraps his fingers around the highest rung he can reach. Using only his arms, he begins dragging himself up the ladder at a very labored pace -- and Porta rolls up to his feet once he smells blood. He casually circles the ring, allowing Dude JoB to pull himself about three-fourths of the way up the ladder. Porta steps up, putting Dude JoB on top of his shoulders in a Electric Chair position. Prince backs away from the ladder, keeping DJ sitting atop his shoulders. Before he can do anything with him Dude Job begins pounding away atop the head of Prince with closed right fists. He does everything he physically can to free himself -- finally going to the extreme of swinging himself around the neck of Porta. DJ remains in the Powerbomb position for a second, before swinging himself backwards and flipping Porta Prince over with a Hurricanrana. As he is sent flying in the air, he crashes to his back -- absorbing most of the impact across his broad shoulder blades.

Falcoon - Porta hardly looks phased.

Dunn - DJ took a risk, and he ended up getting out of harms way.

Greene - Yeah, you have to respect that.

Dunn - I guess. I think he's going to end up paying for it.

Porta picks himself right up to his feet while clutching his head, but DJ raises himself up from his back at a much slower pace. Porta turns to the ladder, and grabs a hold of a rung above his head while stepping to the bottom rung with his right foot. He slowly ascends his side of the ladder, with Dude JoB watching his every move as he heads towards the other side of the ladder. Porta keeps himself concentrated on the SCS Title hung only about six feet above his head, but DJ remains focused on only his opponent. Using this focus, he sprints up his side of the ladder and catches up to Porta only two rungs from the top of the ladder -- where both men straighten themselves up.

Falcoon - They are up!

Greene - At the same time no less.

Dunn - DJ must be on crack.

Greene - No he's a cyborg.

Dunn - Ohhh. Riiiight.

Both men stand over the top of the ladder at the same time, and begin slugging away at one another. Both Dude JoB and Porta Prince unload straight right hands, one right after the other, to the face of each other. Neither gets an advantage until Dude JoB seems to lose his strength. Porta reaches back, and swings one last time -- but Dude JoB ducks at the last moment, absorbing only a glancing blow. With Porta over extending his arm, and DJ struck upon the head -- the two men fall off of the top of the ladder, and crash to the ring right next to one another.

Falcoon - Shit!

Dunn - If Porta caught that shot, DJ would be in the fifth row.

Greene - Now he's planted right next to hi--

Garrett cuts himself short as the feed cuts to the entrance ramp. From the back, we see Trent Steel, Jason Chase and The Lost Soul all begin to make their way down the ramp.

Falcoon - The Rogues are here!

Greene - Why do I always get interruped?

Dunn - Because you suck.

They casually walk side-by-side, but from behind Vernon Somoza comes charging through the curtain and tackles Trent from behind. Jason Chase doubles back to help Steel, but The Lost Soul keeps his eyes focused on the ring.

Dunn - And now Somoza is here!

Greene - This is going to fly off the handle real quick.

He finally reaches ringside, when from the crowd we see X-Terminator of all people hop towards ringside and tackle Jason Chase to his back. He begins pounding away at him with all he has, while Somoza is getting double teamed on the ramp.

Greene - X-T now!

Falcoon - Okay, someone needs to just drop a net on all of those bastards.

Meanwhile in the ring, Dude JoB and Porta Prince are just now getting back up to their feet, still very dazed from the fall from the ladder which has remained standing. Security comes rushing in from all directions, trying to separate all the men fighting outside of the ring.

Falcoon - We need order and control here.

Dunn - We will get neither.

With their focus obviously on the ramp, the security slips up as a figure hops the guard rail and heads for the ring. From behind Dude JoB, we see the figure identified as Matt Jackson as he boots DJ in the back of the head -- sending him stumbling towards Porta, who lays Dude JoB out with a clothesline that knocks him straight unconscious. Jackson points up towards the belt, and leaves the ring staring at him while motioning for the Tag Belts.

Falcoon - Jackson helped Porta, but why?

Dunn - He wants to take more gold from him, I guess.

Greene - Or he's working for NLW.

Dunn - Don't even suggest that.

Greene - Why?

Dunn - Last thing we need is an angry black man. Let alone an angry black man who isn't even under contract with the company.

Porta slowly climbs up the rungs of the ladder, and makes his way up at a very labored pace. Jackson ducks out of the ring and meets up with JC in the crowd, as they make their way through the masses as disappear.

Greene - Regardless, this is some shady shit.

Dunn - Oh there's no denying that.

Falcoon - It's done. We're done...

Porta finally makes it up to the top, and he unlatches the belt -- pulling it from the cable while remaining a top the ladder.

Falcoon - ...Yeah. This sucks.

Greene - Big time.

Dunn - Our president is appeasing El Plaga like they are Hitler, and he's England slash France.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match... and the NEW OWF Sin City Spotlight Champion... Porta Prince!

Falcoon - This match got so clustered, so fast.

Porta slowly climbs down the ladder and looks to join the fray on the ramp. He pulls himself from the ring and heads towards the masses of people.

Greene - And now this brawl is getting even wider.

Falcoon - It's insane to think all of these men are going to be in action in six days -- yet they can't wait.

Dunn - Let's face the facts. NLW has another championship of ours, and that's no good.

Greene - Unless we can get El Plaga back in the OWF.

Dunn - They are playing CJ, just watch.

We cut away from the all-out brawl at ringside, to a feed in the hallways of the Anaheim Convention Center. Backstage we see Specter talking to someone on a cell phone, when JC walks up to him.

Specter - I'll have to call you back.

Specter hangs up his cell phone and turns to face JC.

Specter - Joe Cool. I hope this is a social call and not a kick-my-ass one.

JC - Not quite. Although it's not like you haven't given me reason to.

Specter - Look if this is about the Christmas Tree match...

JC - You mean the one where you used my hard work to get this World title shot? I'm not angry about that. I should be, but I'm not. It was smart. Intelligence is probably the only thing you have going for you.

Specter - Ouch. That was a tad below the belt, champ.

JC - At least you earned your World title match. I told you I wasn't going to stand aside and let you do it.

Specter - No, you didn't. Although it would have been easier on all of us if you had.

JC - Now you've got Jesse Williams at Clash of Champions. I hope you win Specter, I really do. Because I've been keeping a tally on all the things I've done for you, and all the things you've done for me and realized that if this partnership is going to continue, you owe me a lot.

JC glares at Specter, who looks a little uneasy.

JC - So if you somehow manage to beat Williams, I'll be cashing in my favors. If you beat Williams, I'm your first defense, got it?

Specter - Hey you know I'm good for it. Now if you want to make sure you get your match, how about you rough up Williams tonight?

JC - I plan to. But not for you. In fact, I would stay out of my way, if I were you. Don't make yourself a target.

JC leaves Specter and walks away.

Falcoon - JC has a warning for Specter.

Dunn - Williams is walking out there into a three on one.

Greene - Just as Specter wanted it.

Falcoon - We have to go to commercial, but when we come back we will be bringing you the Main Event!

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

OWF PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AGGRESSION CHAMPIONSHIP
The Phoenix (c) Vs Akira Kanemura

PLUS ALL OTHER CHAMPIONSHIPS ON THE LINE!

The feed opens in the office of Chase Johnson as we come back from commercial. He is going over a few papers when the door to his locker room is thrust open. He looks up to see a tall figure wearing a large trenchcoat with the collar up, a black hat and a pair of black sunglasses. This hides their identity, and also piques CJ's attention.

Prez CJ - Can I help you?

Figure - Yes, I have an appointment with you for this time.

CJ tries to look through the glasses to see who is the man standing before him, but he can't figure it out.

Prez CJ - No, I have an appointment with El Plaga in about...three minutes. Who are you?

Figure - Blake Tuesday.

Prez CJ - ...Blake Tuesday?

"Blake Tuesday" - Rake Sunday?

Chase figures out who the person is as he avoids the question.

Prez CJ - Okay, well what do you want Fake Friday?

"Rake Sunday" - NO! It's Jake Wednesday.

A look of discontent comes across the face of the President.

"Jake Wednesday" - I swear.

Prez CJ - Okay Jake, so what can I do for you?

"Jake Wednesday" - I'm here for a job. I hear you have an open roster spot after getting rid of some dead weight..

Prez CJ - Drake Munday?

"Jake Wednesday" - ...Who's that?

CJ can't help but laugh.

Prez CJ - Okay, well, why do you deserve a job Jake?

"Jake Wednesday" - Because I'll fight for you unlike other guys who used to be on your roster, who hail from Green Bay Wisconsin...

Prez CJ - ...Like Drake Munday?

"Jake Wednesday" - ...I still don't follow.

The two men stare at each other in silence for a few moments.

Prez CJ - Okay how about this. Since we aren't making any headway, I'll just give in. At Clash of Champions, I'll give you a SCS Title shot. How does that sound?

"Jake Wednesday" - That sounds great!

Prez CJ - Very good.

Munday walks towards the door before he chips back in.

"Jake Wednesday" - Thanks Prez!

Prez CJ - You're welcome, Drake.

Drake Munday - But...I...You....Jake...

Drake darts out of his office, slamming the door on his way out.

Dunn - Hahaha. Munday is back.

Falcoon - Good to see it.

Greene - Poor guy is back, but CJ is rewarding him.

Dunn - He deserves it.

Falcoon - He was so close to gaining that shot at renaming the title.

Greene - Now he has a chance to win it back.

As we cut to another point backstage, the cameraman has a steady shot on two pair of boots. As he pans up, you can see that the boots belong to none other than El Plaga, Porta Prince and Vernon Somoza. Somoza has a stern look on his face, while Porta is jamming to his video iPod -- with his newly won OWF Sin City Spotlight Championship wrapped around his waist. Porta sees the look in Somoza's face, pulls off an earphone and stops Somoza in his tracks.

Porta Prince - Now....don't OD when you go in there.

Vernon Somoza - Don't worry, I g-

Porta Prince - I don't want you going in there like, "I want Jesse, I want a World Title shot".

Vernon Somoza - Don't worry Porta, I got it under control. Just listen to your iPod and I'll handle it.

Porta Prince - Aight man, whateva....

Porta pops his earphone back into his left ear when they reach their destination. The door reads, "President Chase Johnson".

Porta Prince - Hey you ever notice the Prez's name?? Chase......Johnson?? Sounds like he's a cock hunter.

Vernon Somoza - Porta....you got a sick mind. Alright, here we go.

Somoza knocks on the door and waits for a response.

Prez CJ - Come in.

Somoza opens the door and Porta follows in tow. CJ pushes himself out of his seat to extend for a handshake.

Prez CJ - Nice to see you boys again. Great Match tonight Porta. That gold looks great around your waist!

Porta Prince - Thanks Ceej!

Prez CJ - Now, Hopefully this could be-

Vernon Somoza - Sit down Ceej.

Prez CJ - Oooooookay.

President CJ pulls his arm back and takes a seat pulling himself close to his desk.

Vernon Somoza - Now I'm going to make this as brief as possible. I'm going to keep this real simple.

Prez CJ - Okay that's good to hear....Whaddoya got??

Vernon Somoza - First off, I have to say, bravo. You took a step in the right direction CJ. Giving Porta a Sin City Spotlight Championship title shot tonight was a great idea.

Prez CJ - Thank you....You know...I was thi-

Vernon Somoza - BUT......You forgot about the other half of YOUR Tag Team Champions.

President CJ sports a side smirk at Somoza's phrase.

Prez CJ - Somoza. you think I forgot about you?? C'mon now.....I have something planned for you, it's just taking a little more time than I thought.

Vernon Somoza - Well until then, negotiations end right now. When you're ready with your offer. You'll know where to find us.

Somoza gets up and walks out the door when he senses something wrong. He turns around to see Porta grooving to his iPod in the chair. Somoza walks off and rips an earphone out of Porta's ear.

Porta Prince - What the hell!?! Oooooh, we're done?? Well...

Porta turns towards CJ.

Porta Prince - You'll know where to find us!!

Prez CJ - He said that already.

Porta Prince - Oohhh...well we'll be waiting, chump!

Prez CJ - Original. Now get out...

Both men head out of his office as the feed cuts back to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - El Plaga isn't happy yet.

Dunn - I hope CJ re-fires Munday and books Somoza against Prince for the SCS Title.

Greene - That wouldn't help us in getting them back on our Roster, would it?

Falcoon - No. It wouldn't.

Dunn - I don't care. I want to see it.

The cameras cut backstage to see JC taping up his wrists. A knock on the door is heard, and Jesse Williams comes into the locker room.

Jesse Williams - JC, just the man I was looking for.

JC - What a surprise. Jesse Williams. It's not very smart showing your face in here before our match.

JC tears the tape, stands up and smirks.

JC - Given what I'm capable of. You know this, and you came looking for me anyway.

Jesse Williams - Well, not really. I'd see you in about five minutes anyways..

JC stares at Williams, with both men not moving an inch.

Jesse Williams - I just wanted to say, great job on taking out Greg last week. You're accumulating a list of names now. Moxie Roxie, Jared Wave, Skotty Surph...

JC - You.

Jesse Williams - Not quite yet. See, I wasn't lying when I said I wasn't looking for you, because I always know where you'll be. Lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce when I least expect it. Tonight will be no exception, because as always I'm only looking out for myself.

JC - It's about time you admitted it. Just proves that I've been right about you all along. If I were you, I'd get out of here, before I make you the next target.

JC turns around and grabs his elbow pads, slipping them on and ignoring Williams.

JC - Just so you know, this tag match is inconsequential. Eventually I will have left the OWF in ruin, with only you and I left. Then I will take you World title and career from you.

Jesse Williams - Whatever you say big guy. You have your second chance to do to me what you've done to many others. Just know I won't roll over and die like the rest.

Williams departs from the locker room when he gets no further reply from JC. The cameras fade back to a shot of the ring -- where we see Missy Janson standing directly in the middle of the squared circle.

Falcoon - Jesse and JC are going to kill each other tonight.

Dunn - If JC has his way, he'll be the only one doing the killing.

Greene - Well Jesse seems prepared for him.

Dunn - Meanwhile, he should be worried about Specter.

Falcoon - He certainly isn't who I would pick to be on my team.

The camera pulls into a close up shot of Missy in the ring.

Greene - Who would you pick to be on your team?

Dunn - He'd pick Jason Chase -- he never runs out of dildos.

Falcoon - You son of a...

Missy begins lifting the microphone up to her mouth.

Falcoon - ...Lets send it to Missy.

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

The fans all jump to their feet, staring directly at Missy as she stands tall in the middle of the ring.

Missy Janson - It is a Normal Tag Team Match, with a Sixty Minute Time Limit... First out, coming to the ring representing the first team, from Los Angeles, California... Matt Jackson!

PA System - Diamonds are forever...

Dunn - What the hell... Greg?

Falcoon - No way he's here!!

"Diamonds from Sierra Leone" by Kanye West begins to play softly as gold sparks begin to shimmer down at the entry way. The fans are going nuts at the sound of the music.

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

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

Falcoon - It's him!

Greene - Greg is ba-

Foooooorrrrrrreeeeeeeevvvvvvvverrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

Just then, the song cuts out and the lights do as well, leaving everyone in darkness. The music comes back in, blaring over the speakers as the image of the wrestler and the words of "BlackJack" are shredded. Out through the curtains walks Matt Jackson, receiving a slew of boo's.

Greene - This is bullshit!

Falcoon - I can't believe he's using his own brother's song.

Dunn - It's the ultimate insult.

Matt Jackson trots down the ramp, staring at the fans who are giving him hell. Once he reaches the ring he slides under the bottom rope and jumps up to his feet inside of the ring. He has a wide smirk across his face as the music fades out, and he eventually backs into his corner.

Greene - There is no doubt that JC and Jackson will work well as a unit.

Falcoon - They've already shown us that.

Dunn - Viva Las Vegas is in a bad-way.

Falcoon - That's not their name!

Dunn - No, it sooo is.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring next, his partner... From Jersey City, New Jersey... JC!

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

PA system - Thou shalt not

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

He climbs up to the turnbuckle, puts his hands in a clasp above his head and brings them down, still clasped, to chest-level.

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

He climbs down, glares at the audience and warms up for his match.

Dunn - JC has taken out a lot of names here in the OWF.

Falcoon - Some we will never see again.

Greene - And he wants to add to that list tonight.

Matt Jackson and JC start going over their game plan as Missy continues with the introductions.

Missy Janson - And their opponents... Coming to the ring first, from Las Vegas, Nevada... Specter!

PA System - Tonight's your lucky fucking night.

Says the voice of the Venetian Vandal to an arena full of fans that may or may not remember the glory days of MVW. The surf guitar sweetness of The Dead Kennedys' rendition of "Viva Las Vegas" assaults the ears of the audience, leaving images of gambling and debauchery dancing in their heads. A wave of purple and silver confetti drifts to the arena floor, indicating that a celebration is in order. What celebration is that?

Why, the arrival of none other than Specter, who steps through the curtain and surveys the arena with a smirk. He looks from the ring to the fans and back again, before beginning his pace to the ring. Shrugging off the high five attempts and remarks of fans, he slips to ringside and rolls under the bottom rope.

Dunn - I'm not too concerned with how badly JC wants to tear apart these two men. I'm more excited to see these two men tear each other apart just six days before their huge title match.

Greene - I think both men have enough restraint and will to recognize the severity of the situation they are in.

Falcoon - JC and Matt Jackson easily disposed of Greg last week. Either of them could be next.

Dunn - Not when we see Psycho Williams like we did at Holiday Bash.

Missy Janson - And his partner, also from Las Vegas, Nevada... He is the OWF World Heavyweight Champion... Jesse Williams!

PA System - Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer!

Just then, pyro shoots out from the stage and "Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste" by Norma Jean blares over the PA System.

Dunn - Back to this music now?

Falcoon - I guess he just changed everything for that last match against Greg.

Greene - That bastard.

From the back, we see Jesse Williams walk out focused on the match ahead of him. He keeps his head straight as he jogs to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope to enter. He walks around the ring once and then gets into his corner and prepares for his match. Missy heads for the nearest set of ropes as Jesse's music fades out -- and she exits the ring, returning to her seat at ringside.

Falcoon - This is going to be interesting.

Once seated, the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

JC steps forward, pushing Matt Jackson back towards their corner with little discussion as Specter and Jesse look at each other. The two shrug and ball up their hands into fists, swinging them down three times. Upon the third time Specter extends two fingers, while Jesse keeps his fist balled up. He smacks Specter's fingers down as the fans give a loud laugh.

Greene - Rock paper scissors!

Dunn - Specter's gonna sta--

Just then, Williams runs across the ring and brings that balled up fist across the left temple of JC. He takes JC so off guard that he collapses down to his knees immediately. The fans cheer as Jesse begins laying shin kicks across every part of JC's body that isn't covered by his arms. After a few kicks to the ribs, JC leaves his head open for attack and he is struck across the side of the head with Jesse's boot from a roundhouse kick. JC falls limp and looks as if he is going to fall unconscious upon the mat, but he is caught by Williams and lifted up to his unsteady feet. Jesse pushes JC back into his corner, where Matt Jackson tags himself in and steps into the ring. The fans boo him heavily as Matt Jackson and Jesse Williams circle one another.

Falcoon - These two haven't face each other in over six years.

Dunn - I'm sure the animosity is still there.

As Jesse circles near his corner, Specter slaps his back and tags himself into the match. He jumps into the ring and runs right at Matt Jackson, falling victim to a vicious clothesline upon reaching him. Williams shakes his head and exits the ring while Matt drops to his knees and wraps his right arm around Specter's neck. He holds him in the headlock while standing up to his feet, pulling Specter along with him. Matt maintains the lock, wrenching even tighter now that he is standing. Matt walks Specter around the ring, stepping into his corner where he tags in JC -- who grabs Specter by the right wrist, and pulls his arm behind his back. JC holds Specter in the hammerlock while Jackson releases the headlock, and steps out of the ring.

Greene - I expect a lot of teamwork from Jackson and JC.

Dunn - And that's going to give them the advantage over Williams and Specter, alone.

Falcoon - I believe James is right.

JC walks Specter around the ring, further wrenching his arm upwards behind his back. Suddenly, JC sticks out his foot and trips up Specter -- sending him down to the mat, face first. He maintains the hammerlock and keeps Specter firmly against the mat, allowing him to release his arm and slide up towards his head. JC is able to lock in a very tight side head lock, making sure Specter remains on his stomach with no leverage to fight off the hold. It is very effective as all Specter can do is flail his arms and legs at first, but after a few moments of trial and error, he figures out how to start pulling himself away. Specter brings both of his knees up towards his chest, but JC only tightens the hold as Specter kneels upon the mat. He pulls his right foot up and plants it on the mat, using it to push himself off of his knees.

Greene - It's very hard to overpower JC.

Falcoon - Specter is finding that out.

Specter finally gets up to his feet and brings his right elbow into the stomach of JC. He follows it up with a second elbow, this one with a bit more power on it as JC's grip loosens. For good measure, Specter brings a third elbow into JC's gut before pushing him off of him, and sending him sprinting towards the ropes. JC turns and bounces off the ropes, heading right back at Specter who has bent over in anticipation of JC's return. This allows JC to stop short and re-apply the side headlock, this time gaining an even better grip.

Falcoon - JC is outsmarting Specter out there.

Dunn - Not many people ever do.

Specter doesn't even bother with elbows, as he just places both hands on JC's abdomen. He pushes himself backwards, dealing with a good amount of pain trying to squeeze his head free. After a few moments of struggle, Specter is able to slide out of the side headlock and his momentum carries him into a stumble back into his corner. Jesse slaps Specters arm, and gleefully enters the ring with his eyes set on JC. Williams springboards up to the top rope and leaps off towards JC, extending his right arm away from his body. As he looks for the springboard clothesline, JC throws his right foot up and connects directly across Jesse's face with a big boot. Williams drops like a ton of bricks with both of his lips split open and bleeding.

Greene - He just got fucked.

Falcoon - His own momentum carried him into a world of hurt.

JC stares down over Williams, with Matt Jackson calling for the tag. JC ignores him, and chooses to reach down and grab two handfuls of Jesse's hair. He slowly lifts Williams up to his feet and stares him directly in his face before digging his right shoulder into Jesse's gut and lifting him into a standing firemans carry. Jesse is able to wiggle free and slides behind JC, kicking him right behind his left knee -- sending him down to his knees.

Dunn - Yes, chop him down!

Williams motions for Specter to come into the ring while JC gets back up to his feet. He does so as Jesse motions for Specter to go after JC. As Williams steps forward, he catches a glimpse of JC thrusting his right boot upwards at his face. Reaching to his left, he pulls Specter into the line of fire -- and he gets absolutely crushed with the sole of JC's boot across the face.

Falcoon - Williams just got Specter obliterated!

While he stares down at Specter, Williams pulls himself up behind JC and yanks him backward. He pins JC's shoulders to the mat as the referee drops to his knees and makes the count...1...2... kickout by JC! Specter rolls out of the ring holding his face, while both JC and Williams shoot up to their feet, but Jesse has his back to JC. As he turns around, he sees JC stepping forward for another big boot -- but Williams swings his left leg upward and shin kicks JC across his right thigh, stopping the motion of his right leg. He brings it back down, wincing in pain as he doubles over -- allowing Williams to bring his right knee up to the face of JC. He remains dazed as Williams locks JC in a front face lock, and swings his right arm over Jesse's neck.

Dunn - Jesse's going to end it here.

Greene - I don't think I can argue.

As Jesse tries to lift JC upwards, the tide is turned. JC, instead, lifts Jesse up with a suplex but drops him over his shoulders in a firemans carry. He swings Williams around and sits out, driving him back first to the mat with a spinebuster.

Falcoon - Solitare Unraveling!!

JC immediately goes for the cover, as the referee slides into place for the count...1...2... Specter breaks up the fall by diving on top of JC, and is quickly pushed back to his corner by the referee. JC stands up and grabs Jesse by his hair, dragging him up to his feet and pushing him back into a neutral corner. Once there, JC nails a swinging knee to Jesse's abdomen -- followed directly by a back right elbow that keeps Jesse in the corner. JC bends over, clutching the middle rope on either side of Jesse's torso, and begins driving his shoulder full-bore into Jesse's gut. After the third shoulder strike JC backs off and allows Williams to walk out towards him. Jesse is able to duck a clothesline attempt and sprints towards his corner, diving to slap Specter on his hand. Williams immediately rolls out of the ring, while Specter parts the ropes and enters the ring.

Dunn - This is even more interesting right here.

Falcoon - These two have some sort of agreement against Jesse.

Greene - So, what do they do now?

JC runs at Specter, swinging his right arm at him now -- but he is a step ahead of JC. Specter slips around behind JC and chickenwings his right arm behind him. He wraps his left leg around JC's right leg, and sweeps him forward -- driving him face first to the mat.

Dunn - The move with the greatest name in the world...

Falcoon - Specter has the win if he wants it..

Specter picks himself up to his knees and rolls JC over into the middle of the ring, parallel to his corner. He see's Williams bent over the top rope, staring right at him and he picks himself up to his feet. Specter walks back to his corner and tags Jesse in by slapping him across his chest. He points to the corner.

Specter - Do the fucking Swanton!

Dunn - I think Specter wants Jesse to fuck up.

Greene - No kidding.

Jesse looks at him, and without hesitation hops up to the top rope. He looks at JC before flipping off the top rope, but JC rolls onto his right side towards the opposite corner. Williams sees this and over shoots, rolling out of the Swanton as he hits the mat and pushing himself up to his feet -- from where he bounds up to the top rope in the corner where Matt Jackson stands. Jesse nails a right forearm that knocks him off the apron, while keeping his back to the ring.

Falcoon - We could see a repeat of Shit Happens!

Williams flips backwards off the top rope, spinning himself around and flying down at JC who has rolled onto his back.

Greene - Phoenix Spla--

As Williams comes down towards JC, he gets his knees up and drives them into Jesse's ribs and immediately hooks his head -- rolling him over into a small package.

Falcoon - JC REVERSED IT!

The referee slides in and makes the count...1...2... Jesse kicks his way out of it, but immediately bails to the outside of the ring -- dropping to his knees while holding his ribs.

Dunn - Williams almost lost it for his team there.

Greene - His ribs are in a bad way.

Dunn - Shut up. He's unbreakable.

Before the referee can even begin the ten-count, Jesse slides into the ring and evades the grasp of JC -- while Jackson picks himself back up onto the ring apron. Williams rolls up to his feet, but he is nailed with a right hook from JC that stuns him and sends him stumbling to his right. JC follows him and nails a second right hook that connects across Jesse's face. Williams staggers to the right even more, nearly collapsing to the mat as JC again follows him around the ring. JC winds up and throws a third right hook, but Williams has it telegraphed -- hooking it and slipping behind JC, locking him in a Half-Nelson.

Dunn - There's no way.

With a look of ease, Williams throws JC over his head and drops him directly onto his neck with a Half Nelson Suplex. The fans explode, but Williams remains laid out on his back in probably worse condition than JC.

Greene - That's a lot of weight to come down onto your neck alone.

Falcoon - JC will definitely be feeling that one for a while.

Matt Jackson extends his arm into the ring as far as it can go -- with Specter staring at Williams for a moment, before reaching his hand over the top rope as well. Jesse rolls over onto his left hip, digging his elbow into the mat to keep himself up as he locks eyes with his partner. Jesse rolls over onto his stomach and begins crawling to his corner as JC just starts to gain the strength back to move towards his corner. JC is much closer to his, as Matt Jackson is able to get the tag and run into the ring. Jesse and Specter are just about to make the tag when Jackson comes up behind Jesse and grabs his right foot. He starts dragging Williams back to the center of the ring, but Jesse starts to use Matt to balance himself on his left foot. Eventually Jesse gets up to his left foot, and begins hopping back towards his corner. He gets within inches of making the tag, but Matt maintains the hold on Jesse's right foot behind him. Suddenly, Williams leaps into the air and brings his left foot swinging across the left side of Matt Jackson's face -- and on the way down from the kick, Jesse tags in Specter.

Dunn - What an enziguri.

Falcoon - And now Specter is back in.

Greene - With Matt Jackson out.

Specter gets into the ring and immediately heads for Matt Jackson, but Matt stands right back up to his feet and he lifts Specter up and drops him on his back with a sidewalk slam. Both men lay on the mat as Jesse steps out to the apron shaking his head. The two legal men take about the same amount of time to roll over onto their right sides and away from each other. The fans are split on who they are cheering for, but they are pulling for Williams to get into the ring. He is hopping up and down on the apron, looking for the tag and yelling for Specter to come make it. The two men lock eyes, but Specter chooses to push himself up to his knees and turn his back to Jesse. Jackson glances at JC and then back at Specter while he is on his knees, and pushes himself up to his feet while Specter is left on his knees. He allows Jackson to approach him, but as soon as he rears back to strike Specter -- he counters with a short elbow to the sternum, which he exposes on the windup.

Dunn - Specter needs to make that tag!

Jesse is yelling at Specter once again, but he is ignored. Specter watches Jackson stumble backwards before he pushes himself up to his feet. He lines up his opponent who is desperately trying to catch his breath. Trying to catch him off guard, Specter runs at Jackson who lifts Specter up, and sits out -- delivering a thunderous Spinebuster on Specter in the middle of the ring. The move takes a lot of out Matt Jackson as well, as he loses a sense of his surroundings upon impact. JC and Williams both extend their arms into the ring and shout encouragement to their partners, who again seem to begin moving at the same pace. They both roll over onto their stomach, with Specter choosing to head back to his corner while Jackson begins to summon the strength to pull himself up and continue fighting.

Greene - Looks like Specter is going to make that tag.

Falcoon - About damn time.

Williams keeps his hand extended in the ring while Specter gets within a few feet of reaching him. Meanwhile, Matt Jackson has latched onto the nearest set of ropes and is using them to get back up to his feet. Jackson gets up to his feet, and Specter catches this out of the corner of his eye -- and looks up to Jesse.

Dunn - He's got the tag.

Specter reaches out to his corner, but Jesse pulls his arm back. He hops off of the apron as the crowd falls silent.

Falcoon - What the..

Williams walks around the ring and heads for the ramp, as Specter stares at him in disbelief.

Dunn - Jesse left Specter!

Greene - Wow, are we in an alternate universe?

Matt Jackson approaches Specter as Williams walks up the ramp and disappears through the curtains. Jackson drags Specter up to his feet, clubbing him across the chest with a vicious forearm. Matt backs into his corner and calls in JC, who steps in to jon him.

Falcoon - What the hell are they going to do?

Both me head for Specter, with Jackson dragging him to his feet. Specter remains lifeless in his arms while JC positions himself behind Jackson. Matt lifts him up into a spinebuster position, while JC backs up against the ropes that Specter is facing.

Dunn - This is the move that put Greg out of action!

JC charges, lifting his boot up -- but Specter is able to duck his head down, while rolling backwards and hooking his legs on Jackson's thighs. He pins his shoulders to the mat in a small package as the referee drops to his knees and makes the count...1...2...3!

Falcoon - HE GOT OUT OF IT! And he won!

Missy Janson - The winners of this match... Specter and Jesse Williams!

Greene - Hardly! Specter won it for their team.

The fans give Specter a round of applause as he rolls out of the ring and scrambles to avoid the two angry men in the ring.

Falcoon - What the hell has gotten into Jesse? Faking injuries and now double crossing his partner.

Dunn - No longer his partner. Now he is nothing more than another challenger.

Greene - You think he would have some loyalty.

Dunn - Specter walked out on him at Gang Wars, Jesse only returned the favor here. Besides, Specter still won.

Falcoon - No thanks to Jesse.

Greene - Well he was here for a majority of the match, so he received help.

Falcoon - That's a debate for another time. We'll see you in six days at Clash of Champions folks!

The feed immediately cuts to black...

OWFWRESTLING.COM EXCLUSIVE!
OWF PRESIDENT CHASE JOHNSON RELEASES STATEMENT FOLLOWING ADDICTION!

The feed cuts in from black where we see President Chase Johnson standing in front of an "OWF" banner. He is staring directly into the camera with a very stern look upon his face.

Prez CJ - Firstly, I want to thank you all for joining us here on the world wide web. I intend to get right down to business if you don't mind me jumping past all the chit chat.

CJ shuffles a pile of papers off of his table, and keeps them in a firm grip with both of his hands.

Prez CJ - I told JC -- No, I told the OWF that I was in charge and nobody would run my show. That's how I feel, and that's the way it will be. That being said, I have a few issues to address. Right off the bat, the PDA Title situation. I promised a Triple Threat to the World, and instead we had a competitor pin two men. Well, I will keep my word to make sure that it remains between three men. The Phoenix will be defending his Public Display of Aggression Championship against Akira Kanemura... and Vernon Somoza, in a Triple Threat Match at Clash of Champions.

CJ clears his throat, keeping his eyes focused right on the camera lense.

Prez CJ - Also, in keeping with the idea of following through on my word, I made sure that our Tag Titles had a chance to really be glorified no matter who wins. Thats why I booked another Triple Threat Match, this one under Tag Team Rules. El Plaga will defend the Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Titles against The Rogues, made up of Trent Steel and The Lost Soul, and the team of Matt Jackson and JC. I was impressed enough with their showing in the Main Event, that they'll have a one in three chance of becoming Tag Champions once Clash of Champions is over. As for the Rogues, all I know is that I don't want to risk any of those loose cannons firing off. And in closi --

Voice - Excuse me, did you say "Loose Cannon"?

Prez CJ - Who the hell... I'm LIVE HERE YOU SON OF A..

CJ freezes as he looks off beyond the camera. The sound of footsteps grows louder, and louder before the camera is tipped over and the feed is sent into static.