We open at the announcer's booth in the jam-packed Pepsi Arena in the lovely town of Denver, Colorado. Gordie Falcoon, Jackie Kissens, and James Dunn sit at the table, barely able to contain their excitement. Falcoon is the first to lose his cool.

Falcoon - AHOOOOOO! Here we are in gorgeous Denver, Colorado, filling up the Pepsi Arena for our Addiction after OWF Funeral of Hearts!

Kissens - And, of course, the match that the OWF is still feeling the fallout from: King of the Mountain.

Dunn - But-let's-not-forget-the-effort-put-forth-by-all-participants-in-the-Leap-of-Faith-title-match.

Falcoon - Christ, Dunn, do you read everything on the teleprompter?

Dunn - Yes-I-do. I-am-an-unoriginal- hey, can I say that on TV?

Kissens - Anyway, we've just received word that our King of the Mountain winner, Piter Svoboda, is arriving at the arena. We've sent OWF Lead Reporter Garrett Greene to catch up with him.

Cut to a dank parking garage, where Garrett Greene stands, microphone on hand and red blazer on chest. He smiles for the camera, then leaps to the side as a poorly painted blue Jetta screeches to a halt where he was just standing. He quickly and confidently strides to the driver's side of the car, jumping back to avoid being hit by the opening door. Piter Svoboda makes a graceful exit from the vehicle, locks and slams the door, then begins the long walk to the arena. Garrett Greene is hot on his heels, microphone ready.

Garrett Greene - Piter Svoboda! Piter! Mr. Svoboda!

Piter Svoboda - What do you want, you freaking by-product of nepotism and failed birth control?

Greene - Wow, man. That's harsh, if those words mean what I think they meant. Do you think you could stop and talk for a bit?

Svoboda - Look, you want an interview, we're gonna do it on the move. I'm already running late.

Greene - Well, it's been brought to my attention from numerous sources whose anonymity I must protect that you're going to flake out on your blank contract.

Svoboda - That so?

Greene - Yeah, like, that if you even sign anything it'll probably just be a mulligan for a lower tier title and even then you'll probably lose.

Svoboda - Fascinating.

Greene - One person went so far as to say that you're no one of consequence, and it didn't matter that you won.

Piter stops in his tracks and whirls to face Garrett.

Svoboda - Look, Greene. Everything has its consequences. Every action. Every quip. Every phrase. And maybe "one person" is gonna find out just how serious the consequences of his actions and his words can be.

Piter takes off at a jog, leaving Garrett Greene in his dust.

Of course the law is fountains, or face to face remorse.
A fast and restless blackmail, like pent-up fetish force.

DO YOU WANT ENOUGH? Do you want it all?
SHOULD YOU NEED IT 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?

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.

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 Addiction, OWFites! I'm Gordie Falcoon and joining me for tonight's action are the ever slutty Jackie Kissens-

Kissens - Hey!

Falcoon - And the always talentless James Dunn.

Dunn - Hey!

PA System - Svoboda is here to get it on... so rock on, brothers, rock on!

Falcoon - And I hear music, so this show must be about ready to kick off!

The instrumental intro to "Legend In My Spare Time" by the Bloodhound Gang kicks off, followed almost immediately by Jimmy Pop and Daddy Long Legs rapping about everything from the Loch Ness monster to Rocky Dennis. Finally the prelude to the chorus kicks in as a video recap of Piter Svoboda's career begins to play to loud boos.

No rhyme
No reason
No job
No class
And we don't go to the ghetto 'cause they'd shoot our ass!

Svoboda himself appears from behind the curtain, looking more poised and together in his sobriety than he ever managed in his drunken stupors. He's decked out in a garish Liquid Courage T-shirt, bluejeans belted with a knotted bike chain, and the ever present Redwing boots. He raises his arms to a cacophony of derision, then begins his run down to the ring.

Go! Go!
Yeah! Yeah!
Huh? What?
I'm a legend in my spare time

Piter stops in his tracks to verbally tear down a teenage boy in a Jesse Williams T-shirt, punctuating his remarks with an upraised middle finger.

Go! Go!
Yeah! Yeah!
Huh? What?
I'm a legend in my spare time

At ringside, he takes a quick breather to yell at the crowd while security physically holds back another fan in a Godsmack T-shirt.

Go! Go!
Yeah! Yeah!
Huh? What?
I'm a legend in my spare time

Piter hops on the apron and vaults over the top rope, stopping in the center of the ring to clutch at his back momentarily. He pulls a microphone from his back pocket as the music begins to fade.

Go! Go!
Yeah! Yeah!
Huh? What?
I'm a legend in my spare tiiime...

Svoboda - Welcome, one and all, to another installment of the Jesse Williams show.

Cheers erupt at the mention of Jesse's name, which Piter moves swiftly to cut off.

Svoboda - Shut up! That motherfucker broke my back, and you want to cheer for him? Fuck you. All of you.

Various chants start up throughout the arena, crossing over and disrupting each other.

Svoboda - Oh, grow up. I'm not the asshole, here, and maybe what I'm gonna do next will help you realize that. For a while, now, there's been a move toward less and less competition, less showmanship, here in the OWF. Now, I don't want to point any fingers, but I can't help but notice there's been one man at the top of the ladder during that time, and that man is Jesse Williams.

Again with the cheers.

Svoboda - Jesus fuck, don't you people ever get tired of him? Look, anyway, that's not my point. My point is that yes, Jesse Williams won the OWF Triple Crown. Yes, he was voted Wrestler of the Month for January. That was January. This is now. As you may be aware, I was given- no, I EARNED a blank contract to make any match I want to in the OWF. I'm here to exercise that right.

There's a very mixed reaction, muted cheers and vocal boos from the largely pro-Williams arena.

Svoboda - For too long, some wrestlers here have been hiding behind their titles and shirking any real competition. For too long, gold has been all that mattered to these wrestlers; it was an ends, rather than a means. For too long I have had to sit back and watch the OWF go to SHIT. Next Addiction, that ends. CJ, I know what match I want.

The arena is filled to the brim with views at the mention and acknowledgment of the duplicitous, villainous Chase Johnson.

Svoboda - This one is gonna be for all the marbles. It's time certain wrestlers put up or shut up, and I aim to shut them right the fuck up. I hereby challenge the OWF World Champion, Jesse Williams...

Another mixed reaction, this one more cheer-intensive.

Svoboda - And the OWF Network Champion, the winner of tonight's match between Kid Dynamo and Godsmack...

The cheering fades to noises of confusion.

Svoboda - AND the OWF Universal Champion, Plague, to a four-way elimination, title unification match. That's right, kids. I'm gonna do what it took your precious fucking J-Dubz almost ten years to accomplish... in one night!

This time the fans are as unified in their boos as Piter aims to make the OWF's singles titles.

Svoboda - This will be the first match of the night. To those of you on the roster who aren't too wrapped up in shiny buckles for their own good and therefore aren't in this match, that means you'd better step it up if you want these fans to stay for what you've got. Impress them. Put on a show. And that's all I've got.

Piter slides out of the ring and hands the microphone to Uncle Bo. Just as Piter makes the handoff, "Famous" by Puddle of Mudd hits. The fans instantly explode into thunderous boos as Chris Green emerges at the top of the ramp.

Falcoon - What the hell does he want?

Dunn - This is about the time Burst would be leaving.

He has his Ray Ban sunglasses on, a button up shirt, and some blue jeans.

Green - Is this thing on? Denver, COLORADO! Sorry the Avalanche suck and the Broncos didn't make the playoffs. Shit happens guys.

The boos continue, joined by a chant of "Fuck Chris Green! Fuck Chris Green!"

Green - I know, I know... you all were expecting... JESSE WILLIAMS.

Though the chants continue, most of the arena is cheering at the sound of their hero's name.

Green - Unfortunately that faggot isn't man enough to be here. So, Svoboda. Here you go coming into MY OWF ring laying it all on the line. "Do I give a shit?" is my question. My question is... what about Chris Green? What does he get? Sure, I didn't "win" the King of the Mountain match, but by god I beat everyone else. Because of a technicality I was not crowned the King of the Mountain! Piter, we both know you're nothing. Odds are you will disappear just like LAST TIME. Why not just give me that blank contract? Then you can go on your way back to rehab where your sorry ass belongs!

Piter offers a "what the fuck" shoulder pop as Green starts to stroll down to the ring, talking as he goes.

Green - I know, I know. I hit hard with the insults. I'm sorry, Piter. It is... my nature. But hey, I got an even better idea. How about we meet at the bar after the show and have a chat. You know?

Piter vigorously shakes his head at this suggestion.

Green - We all have the same agenda. We all are on the same page. We all want to see Jesse Williams never hold gold again. We all want that motherfucker's career to be over. So you tell me. What do you say?

Uncle Bo - Whadididya vulcan sho finb Cgris!

Svoboda snatches the microphone back from Uncle Bo.

Svoboda - I can speak for myself, Bo. Thanks, but no thanks. I don't need your rent boy Godsmack ambushing me before this match just because, all of a sudden, you want to be friends.

Green reaches ringside and he and Piter have a brief staredown.

Svoboda - And I don't need to be going to any bars. If you don't have my phone number, well, CJ does. You two seem pretty tight, so ask him for it.

Piter tosses the microphone back to Uncle Bo and storms up the ramp, turning mid-way to put his thumb and pinky to the side of his head in the "call me" gesture while Green fumes at Bo and the announcers.

Dunn - This is weirding me out.

Kissens - It makes you wonder how deep the Corruption goes.

Falcoon - Nevermind that, it appears like next week there's going to be a Unification Match for all three of the singles titles!

Kissens - If DK was around, he'd be shitting his pants.

Dunn - Without a doubt.

Falcoon - Well, I guess now is as good of a time to say this as ever. The World Champion, Jesse Williams, will not be appearing on the show tonight. He suffered injuries to his face, mostly to the eyes, and will not be here.

Kissens - Awl, shucks.

Dunn - That also means he just found out about Piter challenging him by Television.

Falcoon - He's gonna be pissed.

We cut to backstage in the office of President Chase Johnson. He looks directly into the camera and begins to speak.

Prez CJ - Ladies and Gentlemen, I have some sad news for you all..I have come to a decision that I am stripping Plague of his Universal Title. He put out a complete lack of effort at Power Hour: Leap of Faith in a match that could have propelled him back to the top. Now, some may say I'm being too harsh, but hear me out.

CJ adjusts his tie.

Prez CJ - While I am stripping Plague, I am going to give him a chance to redeem himself. After we crown the OWF Triple Crown Champion on next week's Addiction, he will face off in his first defense against Plague.

The fans cheer loudly.

Prez CJ - Now, I have been wondering what to do with the Universal Title. There has to be a Champion walking into next weeks Addiction, so I decided to have a match before Addiction between two men who are deserving of the OWF Triple Crown...

The door opens from off camera.

Prez CJ - Ah yes, and here is the first man...

The camera focuses on CJ as he speaks to a person who is off camera.

Prez CJ - I know, I know. I am deeply sorry that we weren't able to accomidate you on your Universal Title shot. I know you were banking on it, but unfortunately plans changed at Power Hour.

CJ slides a piece of paper along his glass desk.

Prez CJ - Since I made that mistake, and since you came to me, I drafted up papers to give you that Universal Title shot you wanted. It will be live before Addiction next week. If you win the match, you will go on to take part in the four corners match that unifies all the titles into the OWF Triple Crown.

The fans can be heard cheering.

Prez CJ - Of course, you have to hold up on your end of the bargain and everything you pledged, but just sign on that dotted line and consider it done.

The person is seen extending their hands from off camera and grabbing the paper.

Falcoon - I wonder who that is!

From off camera, we hear a voice.

Voice - As long as I get a shot, I'll do whatever you want...

He signs the paper and slides it back across the table.

Prez CJ - Consider it done.

CJ stands up, extending his hand.

Prez CJ - Pleasure doing business with you, Ray.

The camera zooms out, to reveal the man as Ray Lopes.

Ray Lopes - The pleasure is all mine.

Kissens - Holy crap.

The fans are heard cheering loudly as Ray shakes his hand. As they exchange the handshake, the fans turn immediately to boos as Ray turns and leaves the office of CJ.

Falcoon - So, Ray Lopes will be facing off against someone next week before Addiction, and if he wins he gets to go on to participate in the four corners unification match. I wonder who he'll be facing.

Dunn - There's so much going on.

Kissens - And we haven't even begun our card.

Falcoon - Well, maybe we should do that.

Dunn - We have two newcomers in the first match.

Kissens - So, it's a bathroom break?

Missy Janson - It is time for the first match of the night, it is scheduled for a one-fall and is between two newcomers to the OWF...Coming to the ring first, Valtiel!

The entire arena goes black. A guttural roar slowly becomes loader over the PA. When the roar retches its climax, "Pestilence" by The Faceless begins to blare. A green light lights up the stag, white smoke fills the entrance way.

Valtiel walks out throught the smoke and looks over the crowd. He walks to the ring, shaking the hands of the fans while he walks.

He steps through the ropes and stands in middle of the ring, his head lowered, his long dread locks hiding his face. He suddenly flings his head back and slowly exhauls a large cloud of smoke from his lungs. A smile slowly forms on his face and raises a closed fist in the air.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Carson City, Nevada...Ray Sanders!

"Through The Fire And Flames" By Dragonforce comes on over the PA & out from the back walks Ray Sanders. He stops at the top of the ramp and poses for a few seconds then proceeds down to the ring where he poses in all 4 corners.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men approach each other slowly and engage in a grapple, Valtiel throws Ray Sanders down to the mat. Ray bounces right back up and goes for a throat thrust towards Valtiel, but he is able to dodge it in the last second possible and counter with neckbreaker. He holds onto the head of Ray and brings him up to his feet into a DDT position. Valtiel hooks Sanders up for a suplex and lifts him up. He falls backwards, dropping Ray straight onto his back.

Dunn - This Valtiel guy isn't half bad.

Kissens - Definitely some potential.

Valtiel wastes no time, picking Sanders up and launching him towards the ropes with an irish whip. As Ray bounces back, Valtiel bends over as he looks for a back body drop, but Sanders leaps over. He tries to sunset flip Valtiel, but he doesn't budge. Instead he reaches down between his legs, and grabs Sanders by the throat with both hands. In one quick motion, he lifts Sanders right back up to his feet only to take him down with a hard right uppercut. Sanders is stunned on the mat for the moment as Valtiel stalks his prey.

Falcoon - This new guy isn't showing any signs of letting up.

He lifts Sanders up to one knee, where he attempts to fight back up to his feet. He eventually does so, but as he runs at Valtiel he is caught with a huge spinebuster.

Dunn - Awl, that 'oughta do it.

Valtiel picks up the beated down Sanders and lifts him up into a firemans carry position, he swings him around and nails The Gallows Fall.

Falcoon - F-5!

He quickly covers Sanders as the referee slides into place...1...2...3!

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

Falcoon - What an impressive debut!

Dunn - I see big things for this guy.

The fans cheer him as he exits the ring. Suddenly, we cut to the backstage area again where we see CJ walking down the hallway. He rounds a corner and walks into a dressing room. Sitting inside is Chris Green. He just glares at CJ.

Prez CJ - Please, don't get up.

Green continues to stare blankly at CJ.

Prez CJ - Listen, you know that Universal Title Shot I gave Ray Lopes before? Well, I want you to be his opponent.

Green stands up.

Chris Green - And when I win, I get into the Triple Crown Unification Match?

Prez CJ - Yep!

Green - I'm in.

CJ smiles and turns to leave, while a smile cracks across the face of Green before the cameras switch back to the announcers.

Falcoon - Well, we found out it's gonna be Green versus Lopes before Addiction next week. The winner will become Universal Champion and will be entered into the Four Corners Unification Match.

Dunn - This is crazy.

Kissens - And now we decide who is going to be heading into the Unification match as Network Champion!

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for our Main Event. It is scheduled for a one fall and is for the OWF Network Championship!!

The fans explode.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the challenger, From San Diego, California...Here is Kid Dynamo!

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 Kid Dynamo 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 next event.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, he is the Current OWF Network Champion, from Barrie, Ontario, Canada...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....
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 stretches with the ropes as he awaits the beginning of the match.

Falcoon - This place is about to explode!

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men charge at each other, taking one another down with clothelines. Godsmack shows extreme signs of fatigue while Dynamo hops right back up to his feet. Dynamo looks down at Godsmack, who seems to be in a lot of pain, and measures him up for a snap kick. He connects right across the back of Godsmack. He yells in pain while Dynamo continues on the offensive as he lifts Godsmack up onto his shoulders and drops him down with a samoan drop.

Falcoon - Godsmack doesn't look like himself.

Dynamo goes for the cover...1...2...kickout by Godsmack. Dynamo grabs Godsmack by the arm and throws him into the ropes with an irish whip. When he bounces back, Godsmack ducks under a leap frog and bounces off the opposite ropes. He runs back as Dynamo turns around. Godsmack lunges for a spear but Dynamo leap frogs him again and Godsmack falls flat to his face on the mat. He pushes himself up slowly, only to be taken down by a leg sweep as soon as he stands.

Kissens - It's not helping that Dynamo just seems to be one step ahead of him, y'all.

Dynamo grabs Godsmack into a side headlock on the mat, but Godsmack is able to power up to his feet. He nails two sharp left elbows to the sternum of Dynamo before picking him up and nailing him with a high angle back drop. Dynamo is stunned on the mat while Godsmack lays flat on his back gasping for air.

Dunn - I wonder if Godsmack should even be competing tonight.

Kissens - Lets not go off and give him all these excuses, y'all..

Falcoon - Why do you hate Godsmack?

Kissens - I don't..I'm just saying.

Dunn - Saying what!

Kissens - Well, Godsmack DID ask for this match.

Falcoon - That is true, good point.

Kissens - Thanks y'all.

Both men get back up to their feet at about the same time. They look at each other and Godsmack steps towards Dynamo. Kid Dynamo nails an arm drag on Godsmack, bringing him down to the mat. Godsmack gets right back up and nails a hip toss of his own on Dynamo as he approaches. Dynamo does a kip up and gets to his feet where he nails the Bad Luck Charm standing sidekick. Godsmack falls to the mat in a heap, holding his jaw, but smartly he rolls out of the ring.

Dunn - Veteran move right there.

Kissens - Yeah, you would know.

Dynamo follows Godsmack outside as the referee begins the ten count...1...2...Dynamo grabs Godsmack and attempts to irish whip him into the steel steps, but instead Godsmack reverses it and Dynamo is sent running at the steel steps...3...4...He jumps up from the outside onto the steps and moonsaults backwards. Godsmack grabs him over his shoulder...5...6...He runs towards the ring post, looking to slam Dynamo face first into it. Instead, Dynamo slides down his back...7...8...Godsmack collides face first with the post before Dynamo rolls him back into the ring and following him in right after, thus breaking the count.

Falcoon - That was very close.

Dunn - Too close if you ask me.

Kissens - Yeah, but nobody did.

Dunn - ...Bitch.

Dynamo covers Godsmack...1...2...kickout by Godsmack. Dynamo pounds the mat as he stands up to his feet, dragging Godsmack up by his hair. Dynamo hits Godsmack square on the cheek with a right hook that sends him backwards into the turnbuckle. Dynamo follows up, but Godsmack grabs him by the head and turns Dynamo back first into the corner and hits him with a hard knee, followed by a european uppercut. Godsmack picks up the stunned Dynamo and sits him on the top rope and he proceeds to climb up with him.

Dunn - This can't be good.

Godsmack pulls Dynamo up to the top rope, as both men stand on it. Dynamo muscles out of it and pushes Godsmack backwards and he falls down, flat to his back, on the mat.

Kissens - SHIT!

Dynamo looks down at him and he leaps off. He executes a flawless frog splash, and converts it into a leg drop, dropping a leg across the throat of Godsmack from the top rope.

Falcoon - The Hangover! Hangover!

Dynamo hooks Godsmack's legs as the referee slides into place...1...2...3!

Dunn - He did it!

Missy Janson - The winner of this bout...and NEEEEWWW OWF Network Champion....KIIID DYNAMOOOO!

Falcoon - What an upset!

Kissens - I'm shocked.

Dunn - Godsmack just wasn't ready to defend tonight.

Falcoon - We had a very short Addiction this week. Next week is going to be a huge card.

Kissens - We'll see you then!

Falcoon - GOODNIGHT!