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We open in the lobby of the Arco Arena, where a folding table has been set up with a banner overhead proclaiming "SEE! JESSE WILLIAMS! AUTOGRAPHS!" Seated below is, indeed, Jesse Williams, complete with a long line of fans queued up to have him sign their shirts, action figures, and naughty bits. Falcoon - Here we are, in beautiful Sacramento, California, and Jesse Williams is here proving why he's the OWF's franchise player. Despite life-threatening injuries, he's out there giving the OWF fans what they want - MORE JESSE WILLIAMS! Kissens - Damn right! Same Jesse Williams time, same Jesse Williams channel! Falcoon - I'm surprised to hear you so excited, Jackie. Kissens - What can I say? He's hot, and I'm not just talking about that fiery Latin temper! Ay ay ay! The camera cuts to a lone ring rat standing in the front row wearing a "BJ 4 CJ" T-shirt being jostled by other OWFites. As if on cue (and it probably is) "The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits the PA system and Chase Johnson himself begins to style and profile his way down to the ring, wearing a Syracuse tuxedo and his sunglasses at night. He shoots off an inscrutable handjive at the girl who appears to be his only fan in the arena tonight. The camera cuts to a fan with a sign reading "CJ CHASES JOHNSON", lingers for a moment, then returns to the ring where a self-assured Prez CJ stands, microphone in hand. Prez CJ - Oh, give it a rest. Falcoon - How about you give J-Dubz a break? Prez CJ - I heard that, Falcoon. Loverboy Burst got your name right for once and you grew a pair, huh? Nuh uh. Not on my show. Crowd Chant - DIE, CJ, DIE! DIE, CJ, DIE! Prez CJ - Yeah, sure. I'll just roll over and die. Then who'll run the show? Diamond Kid? Not likely, kids. I heard some moron talking about how Jesse Williams is "the OWF's franchise player." Well, maybe that was true in DK's OWF... but I'm NOT DK, and this is NOT his OWF. Boos erupt through the Arco Arena as the camera pans quickly across the crowd, taking in various angry faces and even more various lewd gestures. Prez CJ - Let me give you a taste of how things go in MY OWF. I have many announcements tonight. The first one, is my personal favorite. We've secretly replaced Jesse Williams's autograph signing with a PDA rules King of the Mountain qualifier match. Let's see if he notices the difference. We cut back to the lobby, where Williams continues to make small talk and large signatures with the fans assembled to greet him. Suddenly, there's a subtle jostling in the line as a small, precise presence worms its way through the queue. Williams looks up from signing the wrist cast of a young boy just in time for... Voice - Hey, Jesse! You ever heard that you can't keep a good man down? Piter Svoboda explodes out of the line and over the table, taking Jesse and his chair to the ground with a vicious spear. He pushes to his feet and spits on his fallen opponent. Svoboda - It goes both ways, kid. Svoboda stares down at his grounded opponent, gritting his teeth as Williams clutches at his knee and does the same. Svoboda - Why, what do we have here? The wounded fucking hero? Piter gives Jesse a solid kick to the short ribs and backs off, eying him up. Svoboda - Wasn't long ago, Jesse... not long ago at all you were running with a different crowd. This time Svoboda takes a good run up and catches Jesse on the tip of the chin with a boot, snapping his head back against the concrete. Svoboda - Had to sabotage my moment in the sun, right? You asked me... had the audacity to ask me if I thought coming back was the smart thing to do. Piter grabs hold of Williams's ankle and wrenches on it, contemplating the foot at the end. J-Dubz struggles, but is too beaten to break the hold. Svoboda - What was the smart thing to do, Jesse? Open shows? Svoboda lashes out with a boot to the hyperextended knee. Svoboda - Jerk curtains? Kick. Svoboda - Be the undercard... Kick! Svoboda - FUCKING... KICK. Svoboda - HERO!?! KICK! Svoboda - Yeah, Jesse, I open the show, and it's a full-time job... but I'm a legend in my spare time. Falcoon - How in the hell is this fair! Piter stands over the laid out Jesse Williams, who is barely able to pull himself up to one knee. As he does so, Piter unleashes a snap kick right across his cheek, that sends him airbourne, and eventually onto the wooden table he was signing autographs on. Svoboda - Just stay down. It'll be over soon... Piter reaches down, lifting up a road case. Kissens - That crate easily weighs seventy five pounds! Svoboda drops it down across the chest of Williams, and the weight pushes Jesse through the table and compacts him against the concrete. Svoboda stomps down on the left wrist of Jesse, pressing down with all of his weight. Svoboda - This could have all been avoided! He twists his foot and a distinct crack is heard, Jesse yells in pain as he holds his left arm in extreme pain. Piter can only laugh as Jesse tries to sit up once again, but his efforts are met with a spin kick by Svoboda that whips Jesse's head back and hits off a road box stacked near where he lays. Piter merely puts his foot on the chest of the unconscious Jesse Williams, as the referee makes the count...1...2...3! Svoboda - See you at King of the Mountain. . Piter spits on him one last time before walking away. EMT's check on Jesse as the fans are heard booing heavily. We switch back to a view of the arena where CJ is still standing in the ring, which is now covered in garbage, with a wide smile across his face. Prez CJ - Now. That was great, wasn't it? The fans boo heavily. Kissens - I think the fans were excited for Piter Svoboda, but since CJ helped him out, he's guilty by association. Falcoon - I agree. Prez CJ - Well, there's more. In addition to Piter Svoboda joining the King of the Mountain Match, I have also added Spaz, Mucho Grasa and Mike Van Pelt! The fans boo even louder. Falcoon - They aren't giving him a break tonight. Kissens - Can you blame them? His first two announcements have sucked. Prez CJ - Okay, okay fine. This next one should impress a few of it. It's about the next announcer. I debated about this. I thought of going back there myself. I thought of begging Burst back. Instead, I came up with a cost effective solution. So ladies and gentleman, I give you the third leg to our tripod! PA System - I AM A REAL AMERICAN...DUNN...FIGHT FOR THE RIGHTS OF EVERY MAN...DUNN...I AM A REAL AMERICAN...DUNN...FIGHT FOR WHAT'S RIGHT, FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE! Falcoon - Oh no. Kissens - This is worse than the old man! The ever famous "I am a Real American" starts up, as the guitar chords echo throughout the arena. The fans jump up to their feet as they look to the stage. Suddenly, red and yellow lights start flashing in every which direction. From the back, we see James Dunn strut out. PA System - When it comes crashing down and it hurts inside.. DUNN, DUNN, DUNN, DUNN; DUNN-DUNN-DUNN-DUNN PA System - You gotta take a stand, it don't hurt to hide.. DUNN, DUNN, DUNN, DUNN; DUNN-DUNN-DUNN-DUNN PA System - If you hurt my friends, then you hurt my pride. I gotta take a stand, I can't let it sliiiiide! He walks down the ramp, dressed in a full suit. He walks around the ring, and takes the seat next to Kissens where Nick Burst used to reside as his music cuts out. Dunn - Don't say a word. I don't wanna be here as much as you don't want me here. Falcoon - That's fine, just do your job. Dunn - Shut up, jackass. Prez CJ - Next on the list, the next World Title Match. Jesse will be defending the World Title at Power Hour - Leap of Faith on Febuary 29th -- Leap Day. He will be in a triple threat match against the winner of the Trent Steel versus Godsmack match tonight. Oh, and the other? Plague will be using his World Title shot from winning the Wreckless Rumble. Falcoon - It's like he's setting Jesse up to lose it all. Kissens - It's true. Prez CJ - The last thing I have to say to you tonight, is about clearing up a little rumor. There's been this pesky little tidbit being passed along that there is a $25,000 dollar bounty on the head of Jesse Williams. And that's simply not true. The truth is, that bounty was already collected by Piter Svoboda! The fans boo heavily. Dunn - What an honest man! How can you bastards boo honesty? Prez CJ - But, now in it's place...is a $50,000 dollar bounty if anyone can put him out for King of the Mountain. Now have a great night. He exits quickly to avoid the garbage being thrown his way. Kissens - He is becoming public enemy numero uno. Dunn - We don't speak spanish. Falcoon - Ugh, this is gonna be a long night.
Of course the law is fountains,
or face to face remorse. DO YOU WANT ENOUGH? Do you want it all? DO YOU WANT IT OR NOT? YOU'RE RIGHT! I GET IT! Clips of the new breed of OWF as well as old footage passes over your screen as "I Get It" by Chevelle plays in the background. The opening segment of Addiction grabs your attention and the theme itself becomes addicting.
Falcoon - Welcome to OWF Addiction Folks. That was officially the longest opening segment, ever. Kissens - You're right. Falcoon - In case you missed it, James Dunn has joined us at the booth. Dunn - Yo! Falcoon - Enlightening. Kissens - We have quite the show for you tonight. Dunn - Most definitely. Falcoon - Uh huh. Anyways, it's about time for our first match... Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, the first match of the night is scheduled for a one fall. Coming to the ring first, here is Spaz! The lights go out and the opening cords to Drain the Blood(The Distillers) blares over the PA. They lights come on dim and the silouette of a figure stands on the stage. The figure turns his head and reveals himself to be "The Misfit" Spaz. The lights come back on fully and the crowd begins to roar. Spaz is wearing his leather jacket with a Misfits sweater, and his hair in Liberty Spikes as he makes his way to the ring. Fire pyro begins to engulf the stage and Spaz walks through the fire till he gets to the ring. He walks up the steps and gets into the ring via the middle rope. He removes the jacket and reveals "Legacy of Brutality" on the right sleeve of the sweater and "Spaz" on the other. He discards of his sweater to reveal a scared upper torso. He then stands in the center of the ring awaiting action. Kissens - I have never seen a more ugly man. Falcoon - Well you slept with me... Kissens - I’d never thought two minutes would be harder to forget… Dunn - This is gross. I quit already. Falcoon - Oh shut up… Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Huntington, New York...Chris Green! Suddenly “Famous” by Puddle of Mudd flares into a crescendo out of the pa system. At first no one stands there and the fans get up to their feet in anticipation. The music gets softer… PA System - Nobody Meaner than Greener! Suddenly the pyros go off as Green stands with his arms extended outwards, his Oakley sunglasses pulled over his eyes. The music gets louder as the fans begin to cheer louder for OWF’s all famous heel. He makes his way down to the ring and slides in. He gets to his feet, taking in the surprising standing ovation. He pulls off his glasses and fur lined jacket to stare down Spaz across the ring. Kissens - And then there’s Chris…do ya just think he’s sexy Gordie? Falcoon - Well he is rather attract…I mean…no not at all… Kissens - I just wanna eat him up y’all… Dunn - I want to speak to my agent, right now. I'd rather lose to Draco ten times in a row than be here! (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The ref calls for the bell and Green and Spaz run across the ring and start smashing right hands into each other. Green grates his boot down the shin of Spaz before smashing an elbow into Spaz’s jaw. He reels backwards and Green his all over him, charging forward and hitting a running a DDT. He rolls into the pin. 1...2...Spaz kicks out. No real surprise there. Green jumps to his feet, where as Spaz is slightly slower. Green drives a hard shin kick into Spaz’s jaw…sending a trickle of blood to the mat. Green grins as he maintains his advantage by driving his foot hard into Spaz’s exposed face. Falcoon - Spaz isn’t even defending himself… Kissens - Well…I’m sure what Green is doing to his face is only going to be an improvement… Spaz suddenly rises to his knees and drives an elbow hard into Green’s groin. He groans and staggers back…but Spaz doesn’t relent. He gets to his feet and continues to drive kicks into Green’s testicles eventually dropping him to the ground… Kissens - OH Anything but that! I had big plans for that part of his body! Dunn - Can I kill her, seriously? Falcoon just shudders and shakes his head. Spaz drops a leg drop across the throat of Green and scissors his neck and arm into a triangle hold. Green squirms and tries to get to the ropes, but Spaz tightens the hold to keep him from getting to the ropes. Green manages to get two of his fingers into Spaz’s mouth and drive them to the back of his throat. Spaz tries to bite down…but Green drives his fingers up to the knuckles into his mouth. Falcoon - Wow…Spaz would make a great gay man. Dunn - Can I kill him, seriously? Kissens - That’s your favourite of the few Spaz attributes…aint that right. Dunn - NO ONE IS PAYING ATTENTION TO ME! Falcoon - …I really cannot believe that you actually still work here. Spaz releases the hold and gags a few time allowing Green to get up and recoop. Spaz gets to his feet…but before he can turn around…Green charges from the corner and drives a hard elbow into the back of his head. Spaz staggers forward and Green follows up with a quick bulldog to the mat. Green leaps up to his feet, Spaz slowly pushes himself up. Green boots him the stomach and looks for the “Fall from Grace” but Spaz pushes him hard, causing Green to bounce off the ropes with his chest…Spaz nails Green hard with a neckbreaker that leaves both men laying on their backs. Falcoon - Hey Jackie…two guys on their backs…sounds like your Saturday night. Kissens - Your just wishing that one of them was you. Falcoon - Shut up. Dunn - How about you both shut up, and actually do your jobs! Spaz throws his arm over Green’s chest and the ref slides in for the count. 1..2.. Green kicks out like a fish out of water… Kissens - Wow…that was almost too late y’all! Falcoon - That’s what Bryan Tann said…but we all know how that little story ends. Both men stagger to their feet and Spaz nails Green hard with a series of right hooks that daze him…allowing Spaz to smash a knee hard into his face. Green’s nose sprays out blood like you see in those cheesy Tarantino movies. Green drops to a knee, and Spaz hits him again. Green teeters, but Spaz doesn’t give him a chance to fall before moving with another knee to the face. Green catches it with his shoulder and with a Hulkamania like scream he heaves Spaz off the ground and hits him with a Manhattan Drop. Spaz screams out, holding his nuts as Green starts to rally back with a series of rights of his own. Spaz ducks one and holds Greens arm over his shoulder. He signals for the end, but Green slides over his shoulder as he’s lifted hitting a reverse DDT. He holds for the pin, and arrogantly nods his head with every count. 1..2…SPAZ KICKS OUT. Green sits up to his knees and shakes his head in disbelief. Spaz twists over and lands a hard kick to Green’s forehead driving him back into the mat. Both men get to their feet. Green charges once again. His arm pulled back into a knock out punch, but Spaz is a might quicker and lands a sidewalk slam that lays Green out. Kissens - He looks like he spent a hundred bucks with a three dollar hooker y’all! Falcoon - So thaaatt’s why he was in your hotel room last night. Spaz signals to the crowd and climbs to the top rope. The crowd is on their feet with the building anticipation. He leaps off the ropes looking to hit the “Spazism” but Green gets his knees up at last second causing Spaz to drive his back hard into it. Spaz rolls off holding his back in pain. Green gets to his feet, laughing as he does. Spaz slowly gets to his as well, holding his back in pain. The two men tie up and Green goes for an irish whip, but Spaz reverses it and sends Green into the ropes instead. Spaz lifts Green up into a Samoan Drop, but Green starts to scramble and manages to slide back down and grab Spaz’s head as he does. He leaps up…FALL FROM GRACE! Green rolls over and hooks his leg for the pin...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Chris Green! Dunn - Quite the victory for Green. Kissens - I'll be seeing him later! Suddenly we cut to the backstage area. The scene opens with Angel walking alone down the hallway. He has both titles drapped over shoulders. Suddenly he hears a voice behind him. Voice - Hey Angel…wait up man. Angel turns around to see who it is…and finds Plague jogging up beside him. Angel scowls slightly and turns once he catches up and continues walking at a slightly faster pace. Plague - Hey man…I was just wondering if you wanted to go out after the show. Drink some beers, hang out like old times…ya know. Angel - You have to be joking me. As I said on my answering machine…I turned on you for a reason. Plague - I know…but I’m willing to let bygones be bygones. Angel turns and grabs a fistful of Plague’s jacket and slams him into the wall. Angel - I’m not. You aren’t as good as me…you never were. I don’t want to hang out with you. I don’t want to drink beers with you…I don’t want anything to do with you. Ok? Plague - Ok man…just thought I’d check… Angel lets go and continues walking leaving Plague smoothing out his leather jacket. Plague - Hey Angel… Angel turns around and Plague throws a fastball that could rival Roger Clemens straight into the cheekbone of Angel. He hits the ground, instantly passing out. Plague walks over and crouches down, picking up the baseball as he does. Plague - What you did to me…was despicable. But just don’t forget…they don’t call us “Fighting Irish” for nothing… Plague stand up, and turns to walk away, nudging one of the titles as he does. Plague - So here is your choice. You either give me back what is rightfully mine, and we actually let bygones be bygones…or we continue this charade and let everyone see why I was the first person to ever take that OWF title away from you. Plague folds up a note of what he just said and places it into the pants pocket of Angel. He turns on his heel and leaves his bleeding friend behind. Falcoon - Plague is writing a check his ass cannot cash. Dunn - That's for damn sure. Kissens - Why would he mess with Angel? Dunn - Because he's dumb and canadian? Kissens - Aren't those two in the same? Dunn - You're right. Good call, Jackie. Falcoon - Commercial time, we'll be right back.
. . ANGEL . . GODSMACK . . . . SERAPH . . TRENT STEEL . . . . CHRIS GREEN . . PITER SVOBODA . . . . PLAGUE . . RAY LOPES . . . . GREG JACKSON . . SPAZ . . . . MUCHO GRASA . . MIKE VAN PELT . . FIVE RINGS ONE GOAL KING OF THE MOUNTAIN
Falcoon - Welcome back fans, we are so happy to have you join us here tonight. You may have missed a lot, but we all missed something during the commercial so lets play that back.
Dunn - Why is this guy so stupid? He's not even going to make it to King of the Mou -- Just then the lights shut out. Falcoon - Oh crap, hold me James. PA System - NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER! "Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste" by Norma Jean hits the speakers and a limping Jesse Williams walks out from the back. The fans go nuts as they see their beaten World Champion for the first time. He has the World Title over his right shoulder and he holds the Universal Title in his left hand, dragging it along the ramp. Falcoon - Jesse is here. Dunn - Why though? Kissens - I'm sure we'll find out. He slowly walks down the ramp, staring out into the crowd. He slowly walks up the steel steps on the outside corner of the ring. He makes his way into the ring, walking over to Missy Janson and grabbing the microphone from her. The music dies down, but the fans are still as loud as ever. Eventually they quiet down as Jesse leans upon the ropes facing the cameras, and begins to speak. Williams - It took me almost ten years to accomplish this goal. Four time OWF World Heavyweight Champion. The fans go nuts. Williams - In one night, I became a four time champion and a grandslammer. Everything was almost taken from me in the end, but when you look at the way it was done, it's for the best. I have had offers to speak about Godsmack, Seraph, Green and CJ, but I wanted to make sure they would hear it first just like every one else in this world. So here I am. Broken. Beaten. Much worse for wear. But I am here, and there is nothing any of those bastards, including Piter Svoboda can do to keep me down. Williams looks out to the crowd as he stays still leaning on the ropes. Williams - I've been asked, do I feel betrayed? Am I hurt by the actions of my so called friends? The answer is simple -- No, I don't feel betrayed or hurt by their actions. If anything, it has been incredibly flattering. I honestly can't blame Chase for trying to eliminate me, because I nearly killed him back in November. Nor can I blame Svoboda or Green for their actions since I nearly ended their careers too. As for Godsmack and Seraph, since they've left my back has felt so much better since I don't have to carry their asses anymore. The fans cheer loudly. Williams - CJ can book me in any match he'd like. I don't need to prove to anyone what I am capable of, but when I'm forced to, I will feel bad for anybody who crosses me. Piter Svobdoa can attack me from behind after giving a little sucky-fucky to CJ backstage, but we'll see how he does in a sanctioned match inside of a ring -- I can guarantee it will turn out like the two other singles matches we had where I exposed him for the fake he is. The fans sit silently as Jesse continues. Williams - Once again, I am the odd man out. It's me versus the World, and if any one thinks I'm the underdog in that war then you are sadly mistaken and in for a very rude awakening! Jesse lifts up the Universal Title. Williams - I don't need this belt. I only need what I have on my shoulder- the WORLD TITLE. So, officially consider this Universal Championship Vacant. Falcoon - Another vacancy? Williams - I have much bigger fish to fry. The fans cheer loudly as Jesse drops the Universal Championship to the mat. Suddenly, from different sides of the arena we see Seraph, Chris Green and Godsmack run down to the ring. Falcoon - Uh oh. Jesse steps out into the middle of the ring, as Godsmack jumps over the guardrail and slides into the ring while Chris Green runs down the entrance ramp and Seraph continues running down a set of stairs in the crowd. Jesse stares at Godsmack who has his eyes fixated on the World Title. Green slides into the ring and hops right up, but Jesse lunges and takes him down with a clothesline which sends the fans out of their seats. Seraph hops over the guard rail, grabbing a steel chair from ringside and slides into the ring as Jesse and Godsmack battle back and forth. Seraph runs up and smashes Jesse with the chair in the back, followed by kicking the left leg out from under Jesse and he collapses to the mat in a lot of pain. All three men surround Jesse and begin laying boots into him as the fans let them have it with a round of boos. Green picks up Williams, and with one quick movement he irish whips him across the ropes and when he comes back, Godsmack spears him down to the canvas. Williams is motionless on the mat as he gasps for air. Seraph calls for a microphone. He smiles widely while Godsmack continues to stomp on Jesse. They are met with a chorus of boos as Seraph hands the microphone to Chris Green. Green - Whoa, whoa...You haven't even gotten to the best part yet!! The fans boo. Green - Well, let me hand it to my man Godsmack, I think he'll deliver this surprise better than I. Green hands the microphone to Godsmack. Godsmack - Thank you, Greener. Folks, we hate Jesse Williams. That's a fact. We don't need a bounty to want to kick his ass. In fact, we aren't here to collect that bounty...But, we do have someone who would love an extra 50k in his pocket just to beat the hell out of an old nemesis. Falcoon - Who is he talking about? "Street Fighting Man" by Rage Against the Machine echos through the speaker system, and all eyes go towards the entry way. Falcoon - It can't be! Dunn - Oh my God it is! Jake Starr is back in the OWF! Jake Starr, the well known arch enemy of Jesse Williams, stands at the entry way grinning, obviously very eager to get his chance to pummel the one man he detests. He struts to ringside, to a very mixed reaction from the crowd. His eyes are fixated on the battered champion as he slowly begins to try and get up. As he enters the ring, Godsmack hands Jake the chair, and Jake squats down to Jesse's level. As Jesse finally gets enough sense back to realize who is staring him down, his eyes turn huge. Jake stands back up, and hovers over Williams as he grasps the chair with both hands. Jesse, knowing what's about to happen tries to figure out a way to get out of the situation, and as Jake swings, he intentionally misses Jesse and smashes the chair over the head of Seraph. Falcoon - WHAT?! Kissens - Starr is helping Williams! I can't believe it! Both Green and Godsmack get out of the ring after seeing Seraph being bludgeoned with the chair. They pull Seraph from the ring and slowly make their way back up the ramp, looking back at the man they thought was on their side glaring right back at them. Jake walks over to the microphone dropped by the trio, and picks it up. The crowd cheers are deafening. As Jake speaks, Jesse looks at him confused, and completely lost at what just occurred. Jake Starr - First off Jesse... I have four words for you... This is for REAL! I thought my time here in the OWF was over. I thought my time had passed. For the most part, I thought all of the legends from the OWF's time had passed. But when I saw those three pieces of foreskin try and destroy a legend... I knew what needed to be done! Falcoon - I can't believe what I'm hearing! Jake Starr - You see Jesse... When people think OWF, and the rivalries that it sparked, it thinks of myself and Playa, DX and Da Kliq, and most of all... Me and you. You and I single-handedly brought this federation up with our blood-boiling rivalry. We loathed one another. All we wanted to do was make each other miserable. And for the most part... We succeeded. But as time passed, we both knew that Jake Starr and Jesse Williams were the true "living legends" in the OWF. We both knew that we gave these fans the show they wanted to see. Tonight marks that night again! The fans erupt in a thunderous applause. Jake Starr - Jesse... When I saw those two
pieces of garbage try and destroy a fellow legend, all of
the past went out the window. I'm sorry Jesse... You and
I hated one another, but it's time for the two of us to
move on from that, and stand up for what we made. I'm not
here to gain your trust and screw you again, I'm here to
stand with the legends of the OWF, and make sure nobody
forgets who is in control. I don't have one, single,
ulterior, motive here Jesse. I'm not here to screw
Jesse... I'm not here to beat Jesse up... I'm here to
show where I stand. Jesse, you and I began as partners,
and then ended as enemies. Now it's time to start anew,
and show these fans, once again, why the names Starr and Williams embrace in the ring for a few moments, when suddenly "The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits the speakers and President Chase Johnson walks out to a storm of boos. Dunn - He isn't very well liked tonight. And I don't think this will improve his rating. Prez CJ - Awwl, how touching! Let's hear it for the return of Jake Starr! The fans cheer loudly. Prez CJ - What a shame that it had to happen like this, because any other day I'd be psyched to see you two in the ring together. On the same side though? Never expected that. I think it's my duty to test this bond you two have. Falcoon - What is he alluding to? Prez CJ - I wasn't planning on putting you in the King of the Mountain Match Jesse, but you know what, you proved yourself lately to be worthy. And joining you, will be your pal Jake Starr. Let me remind you of something Jesse, you will be going up against Trent Steel...Godsmack...Chris Green...Piter Svoboda...Seraph...Angel, among many others who hate your guts -- Do you think Starr will be enough support for you? Jake hands the microphone to Jesse. Williams - It doesn't matter, because you just signed your death wish. When I win that match, I am going to take that contract and make you face me inside this very ring, Chase. And I am going to kill you. The fans jump out of their seats in applause. Prez CJ - We'll see pal, we'll see. CJ turns to leave... Prez CJ - Oh, and two more things... He turns back around, facing the ring again. Prez CJ - First. Since you dropped the Universal Title, then I have officially declared that the belt will be decided...TONIGHT! In the four way match featuring Greg Jackson, Seraph, Ray Lopes and Plague. Dunn - WOW! Prez CJ - And also, You said I can put you in any match I would like? Williams - Do your worst. Prez CJ - Okay, well, you better suit up because you're going to have to earn that KOTM Birth. If you compete in the match I have lined up for you later tonight, then you'll be there. Williams - Who am I facing? Prez CJ - You'll see. CJ turns and leaves Williams and Jake Starr stunned in the ring, they exit right after, making their ways to the back. Dunn - I can't believe Jake Starr has returned! Kissens - Quite the shocker, especially since he helped Jesse. Falcoon - Fans, this has been something else tonight, that is for sure. Dunn - And we still have three more matches! Missy Janson - The following match is scheduled for a one fall and it is a fatal four way match for the OWF Universal Championship...First pinfall wins...Coming to the ring first, from Alberta, Canada...Seraph! The three loud dongs are heard blistering across the arena as the lights dim to a cloud of darkness. The music blares out as Seraph steps out from behid the curtain, looking down to the ring with a smirk drawn across his face and a glare in his eyesthat airs pure arrogance and ego. He sniffles his nose in displeasure as he makes his way slowly down the ramp. The smirk still plastered across his face firmly as ever. The lights of camera's begin to flash periodically as he walks down the ramp way toward the squared circle. He slowly makes his way up the steel steps and takes his first step onto the cold mattress. The crowd's silence is lifted with a cheer of boo's over-powering the music that descends into the arena. He stands in the centre of the ring with his eyes flickering around the arena, the smirk grows larger as the light begin to turn on fully. He lowers his head and looks upwards toward the ramp, with the smirk still fixated upon his face. Dunn - I hate that guy. Falcoon - He isn't a very well liked character. Dunn - Nah he stole my parking spot, dick. Missy Janson - Next to the ring, from Los Angeles, California....Greg Jackson! "California Love" by Tupac blares over the speakers, sending the fans into a frenzy! Greg Jackson comes out from the back and starts jumping around to pump up the fans. He then makes his way down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. After testing the ropes a few times, he climbs out of the ring and finds a young child to give them a classic Greg Jackson Souvenir... a partially thawed micorwavable bean and cheese burrito... a gift that child will never forget. Greg then re-enters the ring. Kissens - I was so impressed with his effort at Clash of Champions! Missy Janson - The third contestant in the match, also from Los Angeles, California...here is Ray Lopes! Fast life Speedin' by Rick Ross begins to blast over the loud speakers. "THE MAN" flashes across the jumbo tron and then so do the initials "RL". Ray Lopes shows up on top the entrance ramp and then makes his way down to the ring. Missy Janson - And finally, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...Plague! The arena goes entirely dark and then the drum rolls of Down with the Sickness is heard throughout the arena. The words The Plague Has Struck appears on the titantron, each word at a time. Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah The pyros blast off as the first scream in the song is heard illuminating the whole arena and revealing a man at the enterance ramp with a guitar slung over his black trenchcoat. Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah The man slowly looks up and begins his walk down to the ring. Drowning deep in my sea of loathing Looking at my own reflection When he's about halfway, he breaks into a sprint and slides under the bottom rope. Plague raises up to his knees and then raises up and walks over to his corner. Get up, come on get down with the sickness He stops there for a moment before bracing one hand on the turnbuckle and then seamlessy jumping and landing cross legged on the turnbuckle. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Dunn - And here we go! Immediately, Ray Lopes goes right after Seraph, taking him down with a double leg take down and mounts him. Lopes unleashes a round of rights and lefts that all connect with Seraph's face, as Ray takes out his anger with his former stablemate. Plague and Greg Jackson lock up, with Jackson getting the upper hand as he nails a hip toss on Plague. Plague hops right back up to his feet, and charges back with a clothesline. Greg ducks, but Plague nails Ray Lopes right across the back of the head with a forearm as he stands up off of Seraph. Lopes falls to the mat while Jackson rolls up Plague from behind...1...2...kickout by Plague. Falcoon - This is the problem with these matches...There is so much going on! Seraph begins to come to as he lifts up the dazed Lopes to a standing position. Seraph attempts a belly to belly suplex, but Lopes instead hits Seraph with a knee to the groin, followed by a sharp DDT to the mat. Plague stands up and begins to go after Greg, pushing him back into the corner and cracking him across the chest with an open handed knive edge chop. He follows it up by lifting him up to the top rope into a sitting position. He begins to climb up to the top rope, while lifting Jackson up as well. Ray sees this out of the corner of his eye and as Plague sets up Greg Jackson for a superplex from the top rope, Ray walks over to the corner they are standing. Ray nails Plague with a low blow, but he holds onto the suplex position on Jackson. Kissens - I'm telling you, nothing good will come of this. Seraph begins to stand as Ray climbs up the same turnbuckle and he stands on the top rope directly behind Plague. He grabs him in a reverse waist lock, and looks to be going for a german suplex. Suddenly, Seraph comes up to the corner and he climbs up to the second rope. He places his head between the legs of Ray Lopes, and holds him in a powerbomb position. Dunn - Oh my god! Then, all in one motion a multitude of things happen. Plague begins to lift and throw Greg Jackson over his head with a superplex from the top rope. As Plague begins to move, Lopes throws Plague backwards with all his might with a german suplex from the top rope. And when Lopes flung himself backwards, Seraph slammed him down with a powerbomb. Dunn - Plague with a superplex on Jackson! Kissens - Lopes with a super germanplex on Plague! Falcoon - And Seraph with a super powerbomb on Ray Lopes! Kissens - That was insane! Seraph is the only one who seems to be unphased, with Jackson getting the worst of the fall. Lopes and Plague begin to move, as Seraph covers Greg Jackson...1...2...Lopes pulls Seraph off of Jackson and covers him, himself...1...2...Plague stomps Lopes on the back of the head, and he hooks the leg of Greg Jackson and pins him...1...2..kickout by Jackson! Plague stands up, only to be obliterated with a kick to the face from Ray Lopes. Jackson pushes himself up to his feet and he nails Seraph with a boot to the stomach. He follows it up with an arm drag take down and a snap kick across the back of Seraph. Jackson turns around only to be taken down with a high calf kick by Lopes. As Ray stands up, he is taken down with a snapmare by Plague followed by a dropkick to the back of his head as he sits prone in the ring. Plague is the only man standing in the ring. Dunn - Plague is impressive tonight. Kissens - He always impresses me. Falcoon - I'm not surprised. Plague goes after Greg Jackson, but Jackson rolls him up into a small package pinning combination...1...2...kickout by Plague. Plague becomes enraged and stands up, nailing Jackson with a hard kick to the ribs which sends him to his back. Plague is tackled from behind by Seraph, who grabs Plague into a full nelson hold. Plague drops out of it and out of nowhere Lopes nails a falling neckbreaker on Seraph. Plague stands, only to be hit with a bulldog by Greg Jackson. Dunn - I'm not even sure who is gonna win this match. Falcoon - All it's going to take is a mistake. Jackson and Lopes battle in the corner, with each man trying to gain the upper hand. They exchange knife edge chops, a few forearm smashes before Lopes hits a hard knee to the ribcage of Jackson. He irish whips Jackson across the ring, where Seraph is standing and he nails a spinebuster on Jackson. The entire ring shakes with the impact of the move. Lopes charges Seraph as he stands up and Lopes hooks the arm of Seraph. He floats over and stands in a suplex position he hooks the leg of Seraph and he nails a Cradle DDT on Seraph -- The D.L.E. Lopes stands up, only out of nowhere to be hit with a superkick from Plague. Falcoon - The Vaccine on Lopes! Ray hits the mat as Plague staggers in the ring. Jackson is up to his feet right behind Plague, waiting for him to turn around. As soon as he does, Jackson swings wildly with a clothesline and misses Plague who rolls Jackson up...1...2...3! Dunn - Holy crap! Kissens - Just like that?! Falcoon - I told you, only one mistake! Missy Janson - The winner of this match...and NEW OWF Universal Champion....Plague! Plague receives the Universal Title and holds it up over his head. The fans give Plague a mixed reaction, when suddenly President Chase Johnson appears on the OWF Tron. Prez CJ - Great works guys. All I have to say, is that you guys brought the house down. So much so, that I am going to grant Ray Lopes the number one contendership to the Universal Title. The fans cheer mildly. Kissens - Wow, I can't believe finally something the fans like! Prez CJ - That's all. Have a great night! The screen flickers to black as we cut to the announcers booth. Falcoon - Well what a saint he is. Dunn - If you're gonna bash him when he does things you don't like, you should atleast preach his greatness when he does cool things! Kissens - Uh huh. Whatever you say, jobber. Dunn - The name is James. Falcoon - Annnyways, we still have two more matches for you tonight. The first one will be Trent Steel versus Godsmack, with the winner going on to join the triple threat World Title Match at Leap of Faith. Dunn - Why is that match not in the Main Event? Kissens - I don't know. Falcoon - Maybe Williams bailed. Dunn - Either way, it's time for the next match.
Missy Janson - The following match is a First To Finisher Match. The first competitor to his both his, and his opponent's finisher on his opponent and pin them, wins. The winner of this match will be going on to Power Hour: Leap of Faith to compete in the World Title Triple Threat Match...Coming to the ring first, from Barrie, Ontario, Canada...He is the OWF Network Champion...Here is Godsmack! PA System - Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up....Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up! "Smack my Bitch Up" By Prodigy begins to blare throughout the arena as the lights turn to darkness except for a select few single yellow lights beaming down on the entrance as out steps "The Immortal" Godsmack from behind the curtain carying the women's championship by two fingers dangling down to his side. Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up.... Godsmack continues to walk down the ramp as the chorus of boos can be heard throughout the entire arena echooing throughout the halls. Garbage is being launched from every direction flying past, or occasionally bouncing off a body part of Godsmack as he shrugs each blow of pepsi off and slides quickly into the ring as the garbage continues to be thrown at Godsmack. He climbs one of the tunrbuckles and flips off the crowd as that prompts more garbage to be thrown as the lights slowly come back on. Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennslyvania...Trent Steel! "Now your messing with a son of a bitch" The lights start to dim and Cult of Steel fans rush forward. Pyro goes off in the entranceway as the tron starts to play a video of Trent praying in a church. He looks up as the music starts to play. It's "No More Sorrow" by Linkin Park. As the musical instrumental starts to play Trent enters the arena to the whole audience cheering. It takes him aback for a minute as he grabs his black oakleys with red lenses and drops them right in front of him. He steps on them breaking them and points right to the ring at Seraph and makes a neck cutting motion. The fans erupt in cheers. Are you lost Your crusade's a disguise I'm aware of what you've done Trent walks to the ringside area as pyro from all four corners go off. He tosses his trenchcoat on the ground and slides into the ring. He's wearing a black wifebeater with a white ankh on the back of it and a white skull on the front, black jeans, black combat boots. He starts tearing off his arm tape. He pulls it off and we see the hole wounds have almost healed up from when he's been injured. No no more sorrow Trent signals to the ref that he is ready to start and his music dies out. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The two men circle each other, each being very aware of the other. Godsmack lunges for the legs of Trent, but he is able to avoid the grasp of Godsmack and instead drops an elbow across the lower back of Godsmack. Trent stands up, kicking away at the fallen Godsmack until Godsmack grabs him by the leg and whips him down to the ring. Godsmack wastes no time in mounting Steel. He goes after him with a few punches, before Steel reverses and then mounts Godsmack himself. He lands a few hard closed fists to Godsmack before he kicks Steel off of him. As both men get up, Steel attempts Godsmack's signature spear, but instead he is met with a knee to the face which staggers him. Godsmack nails a side kick, followed by a double underhook suplex that stuns Steel. Falcoon - This is one of those interesting matches that isn't really built upon talent as much as it does opportunity. Dunn - Whatever that means, man. Godsmack reaches down, and lifts Steel up to his feet. Steel fights out of his grasp and nails a hard snap kick to the hip which stumbles Godsmack backwards. Again, Steel goes for the spear but Godsmack moves aside and throws Steel shoulder first through the middle and top ropes into the turnbuckle post. Kissens - Ouchies! Godsmack pulls Steel by the tights into the center of the ring. He knees him in the stomach before tucking the head of Steel between his legs. He tries to pick him up, but instead, Steel pulls Godsmacks legs out from under him and he falls to the mat. Steel locks in a twisting sharpshooter and wrenches back on Godsmack's back. Falcoon - That's one! The referee is waving it off. Kissens - WHY! Dunn - I think it has to be an impact move. Steel stands up and grabs the referee around the collar. He backs him up into the far corner as he yells directly into the face of the referee who has a look of absolute fear on his face. Steel pushes him off and turns back to face Godsmack when out of nowhere he is nearly impaled by the lunging Godsmack who nails Smacked Up, the running spear on Trent Steel. Dunn - Now THAT's one. Steel holds his ribs in severe pain while Godsmack stands up, looking proud of himself. He walks over to Trent and drags him up to his knees by his hair. Steel tries to fight back with body strikes, but all it takes is one right hand from Godsmack to send him back down to the mat. Godsmack reaches down and again grabs Steel by the hair, and pulls him this time up to his feet. Godsmack attempts a scoop slam, but Steel floats over and lands on his feet behind Godsmack. When Godsmack turns, he is met with an open handed slap across the face, followed by a running facebuster by Steel. Trent begins to gain his second wind as he drags Godsmack up to all fours by his arm. From there, he drags him up to his feet and in one swift motion he throws him across the ring and against the ropes. When he returns, Godsmack attempts a double armed clothesline that nearly decapitates Steel. Godsmack reaches down, and lifts Trent up, immediately trying an irish whip of his own. Steel bounces off the ropes and Godsmack attempts a high super kick that Steel narrowily avoids. Steel stops dead in his tracks and Godsmack swings a wide right in the direction of Steel. Trent blocks it with his left forearm and lands a right jab of his own which pushes Godsmack up against the ropes. Steel continues with his assault with a hard right elbow to the jaw, followed by a knee to the sternum. He clotheslines Godsmack over the top rope and he collides with the guard rail as he falls. Steel holds onto the ropes as Godsmack tries to shake off the fall he just took. Falcoon - These two men are going to be two beaten up to even move soon. Dunn - We'll see! Godsmack wastes no time pulling himself back into the ring, only to be on the receiving end of a stomp by Trent Steel. Godsmack keeps pushing himself up to his feet and eventually is able to push Steel away from him. Trent runs at him, but Godsmack attempts another double armed clothesline. This time, Steel ducks and lifts Godsmack up onto his shoulders with a firemans carry. In one quick motion, he nails a death valley driver into the corner. Kissens - Pittsburgh Nightmare!! Both Steel and Godsmack have hit their own finishers -- now they just have to hit their opponents and make a cover! Steel wastes no time as he picks up Godsmack, who is standing on wobbily legs and whips him into the ropes. Steel leap frogs Godsmack when he bounces back and he runs against the opposite ropes. When he turns back he is taken down with a spear by Trent Steel. Falcoon - Spear by Steel! Dunn - Just make the cover and it's over! Steel hit his head on the way down, so he is slow to get going towards the pin. He lays an arm across Godsmack...1...2...kickout! Kissens - That was a close call! Steel becomes furious and he stands up. He pulls Godsmack up by his hair and whips him into the ropes again. Steel tries to leap frog him again, but Godsmack catches him in midair and holds him in a crucifix position. He crucifix powerbombs him into the turnbuckle and Steel falls limp to the mat. Dunn - The Eradication on Steel! Falcoon - Both men have hit their finishers, and their opponents. Now they just have to make a pinfall! Steel begins to move while Godsmack waits for him in the center of the ring. Steel uses the ropes to get up to his feet. The two men lock up in the center of the ring. Godsmack gets the initial advantage, as he nails an arm drag. Steel fights out of it, pushing himself up to his feet while Godsmack holds him in a wrist lock behind his back. Steel throws an elbow back, catching Godsmack off guard. He throws another which connects with the eye socket of Godsmack. Steel throws a third elbow, but Godsmack ducks and grabs Steel in a reverse waist lock. He lifts him, attempting to execute a german suplex but Steel grapevines his legs around the massive tree trunks that are Godsmack's legs. Steel is able to break Godsmack's grasp as he hits him with a snapmare take down. Godsmack holds onto the head of Steel and stands up out of the snapmare and attempts a jawbreaker, but Steel stands strong. Godsmack falls to the mat, and Steel attempts to knee him in the back of the head. Godsmack rolls out of the way just in a nick of time and pushes himself up into a crouching position. Both men are wearing down, but Godsmack somehow manages to kick Steel in the stomach. Godsmack hooks Steel up for a suplex and he quickly lifts him up. Steel floats over and grabs Godsmack into a reverse ddt position as he lands on his feet. Godsmack swings himself out of it, and attempts a short arm clothesline on Steel. Steel is able to duck and grab Godsmack into a full nelson hold. Godsmack waves his arms wildly as Steel tries to put Godsmack to sleep. Godsmack is able to free his arms and he breaks out of the hold. Steel attempts a clothesline of his own, but Godsmack hooks his arm and swings around behind Steel and lands on his feet. He hooks both of the arms of Trent behind him. Steel is able to wiggle out, by swinging downwards and lifting Godsmack up over his back. Godsmack floats over and lands on his feet. Trent stumbles around, and Godsmack charges. He attempts another spear, but Steel jumps over Godsmack's lunging body as he collides with the turnbuckle shoulder first. Falcoon - This is it! Trent grabs Godsmack is a reverse waist lock and he nails a german suplex. He bridges jump and executes a pinning position...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Trent Steel! Dunn - So we'll see Jesse and Trent in a ring together again. Kissens - I guess so. Falcoon - Both men competed hard tonight. Falcoon - One last commercial break!
On a day that only comes
around once every four years LIVE FROM UNIVERSITY ARENA IN
ALBQUERQUE, NEW MEXICO
Walk around the room with a glaze in your
stare. As the music dies down a bit, we see Jesse Williams walk out from the back. The lights come back up to a normal setting. He holds a bottle of water in his hand as he slowly struts down the ramp. He takes his time walking towards the ring, making sure to take in all his surroundings. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops as the music starts to kick back in. NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER! Walk around the room with a glaze in your
stare. YEAH! He slides into the ring, immediately holding his arms up as the repeated pounding of the drums resonates in the minds of all the fans watching him. He walks to the side of the ring closest to the cameras. He places his left foot on the middle rope, and his right foot on the top rope as he takes a sip of his water. He holds his arm up as he spits the water into the air as the vocals kick back in. Mediocrity is the killer. You find yourself helpless. Strobe lights flicker all over the arena as Jesse climbs back down off the ropes and gets into his corner. He begins stretching, using the ropes and getting himself prepared. He laid emeralds in her eyes, And we painted crooked lines, All I know now is regret, The music dies down and Williams stands up straight, awaiting the beginning of the match. Missy Janson - And his opponent... "The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits the speakers as CJ makes yet another appearance on the ramp. He stares down into the ring with Jesse in it before pulling a microphone from his pocket and calling for the music to cut. Prez CJ - I bet you're wondering who you will be facing Jesse. Well, you get to find out after the match...But for now, here is your masked opponent...A man you will also be seeing in the King of the Mountain Match... PA System - Your construction...smells of corruption... The PA cuts into "Battleflag" at the moment of rhythmic prose. Behind the lyrics is a basic but ever-growing techno background. ...Gotta launder...my karma... The words temporarily cease and the music builds as a backbeat evolves from sparse hits. Suddenly, there is a void of sound... I said hallelujah... The audio makes a boom as a one-time burst of pyrotechnics erupts from the stage. Immediately visible once the sparks and smoke clear is a masked figure on the stage. He takes a moment to allow his presence to sink into the audience further, then begins heading to the ring. He barely makes notice of the fans around him, choosing instead to stare forward at the ring while his mind focuses on his next action. As he approaches the squared circle, he speeds forward and slides in under the bottom rope, quickly jumping up to his feet and taking a defensive posture, then just as quickly relaxing. He moves to the center of the ring and prepares for the match. Falcoon - I feel like I have heard this music before. Both men stare at each other, waiting for the bell. Just then, we see Godsmack, Chris Green and Seraph all make their way to ringside where they take seats in the crowd, watching the match. Jesse puts his eyes on them for a second, giving the masked figure a chance to hit the first strike before the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The masked man begins his assault immediately, backing Jesse into the corner and firing away with a few short elbow shots to the chest and body of Jesse. He is able to turn the masked back into the corner and begin an offensive of his own. Jesse steps out, egging the masked man to come at him. He charges and takes Jesse down with a kitchen sink lifting knee that flips Jesse onto the mat. The masked man covers him...1...2..kickout. He lifts Jesse up by his hair, and takes him right down with a scoop slam followed by an extended standing leg drop. Dunn - This masked guy seems pretty good. Falcoon - I don't think CJ would have picked him if he wasn't. He grabs Jesse into a headlock and wrenches on his neck. Jesse begins pushing himself up and eventually gets up to his feet. Jesse nails a backdrop on the masked man. Suddenly, Godsmack, Green and Seraph all hop over the guard rail and slide into the ring. They begin their assault on Jesse as the referee calls for the bell. Falcoon - It was all a set up! All three men take turns stomping on Jesse as he lays helpless in the ring. The masked man gets up and pushes Green, only to be cracked in the face by Seraph with a hard elbow. Dunn - Now these two guys are gonna get the hell kicked out of them! Falcoon - That's a damn shame! Kissens - WHO IS THAT MASKED GUY! Green and Seraph begin to work over Williams while Godsmack and the masked man battle toe to toe. Just then from the back, we see Piter Svoboda run out from the entrance way and heading full speed for the ring. He slides into the ring and he takes the masked man down with a chop block, following it up by going right after Jesse. Falcoon - It's four on two! From the back, Jake Starr begins running down to the ring, he is followed closely behind by Ray Lopes as well. Both men hit the ring and begin taking out anybody they get their hands on. Lopes knocks down Seraph and continually pounds on him. Jake Starr goes after Green and takes him down with a lou thesz press. Dunn - This is bedlam! Angel then heads out from the back. The fans go absolutely nuts as he jumps into the ring and begins to join the fight. Falcoon - IT'S ANGEL! Soon after Angel, we see Plague run out, who is closely followed by Spaz and Greg Jackson. Plague goes right after Angel as all of the men in the ring continue to beat the hell out of each other. Kissens - We can't call this! Green gets tossed over the top rope by Jake Starr and Seraph gets thrown through the ropes to the outside by Lopes. Right behind them Godsmack and Svoboda bail out after fighting with Jesse and The masked man respectively. Plague is tossed out of the ring by Angel as Spaz and Greg Jackson fight off into the crowd. Left in the ring is Angel, Jesse Williams, Jake Starr, Ray Lopes and The masked men. They are all focused on their enemies on the outside as the fans go nuts for the five men. Falcoon - Reveal yourself damnit! All four men look at the masked guy, who unstraps the latch in the back of the mask and slowly pulls it from his face to reveal... Dunn - THAT'S... Falcoon - ...Kid Dynamo! HE'S HERE! The fans go nuts for Kid Dynamo's return. Falcoon - We are out of time fans...SEE YOU AT FUNERAL OF HEARTS! |
