The cameras open up in the parking lot backstage. We see Jesse Williams walking, holding a duffel bag in his hand. He has his head down as he walks closer to the entrance of the arena. In the distance behind him there are a set of bright headlights aimed at him, that are infront of a large black SUV. Williams continues walking, not looking behind him.

Suddenly, the tires of the SUV emit a loud echoing screech that fills the entire parking garage. Williams glances over his shoulder to see a large black H2 Hummer speeding towards him. He begins to run, but he is in the middle of the garage with nowhere to hide. Each time he moves to the left or right, the hummer follows. Jesse sets his eyes on a large concrete wall around a left turn about fifty yards ahead of him. He glances over his shoulder again, to see the hummer hot on his tail. Jesse picks up speed, putting his head down and at the last second dives behind the wall.

The drivers side of the front of the car smashes into the concrete. The hummer is sent spiraling into the middle of the garage and immediately sets on fire. The alarm is blaring loudly as Jesse pushes himself up and looks in the SUV. Alexis Cage is passed out in the front seat of the hummer as it begins to get engulfed in flames. He begins to turn and walk away, but he has an attack of conscious and he runs back to the hummer.

He opens the drivers side door and drags Alexis' lifeless body from the hummer. He drags her for a few feet before the entire hummer is engulfed in flames. He drops her lifeless body onto the concrete as EMT's and fire crews rush towards the scene. The cameras fade to black on the engulfed SUV.

The lights focus in on the entrance ramp as we see President Chase Johnson, holding a microphone as the fans boo him loudly.

Prez CJ - I know you all hate me, but before I give you all a special gift. I have to admit something about last week.

The fans start to grow silent.

Prez CJ - You know how I said six competitors would be debuting tonight?

The fans all yell "YES".

Dunn - YES!

Falcoon - MHM!

Kissens - Uh, isn't that my line?

Falcoon - I mean...YEAH!

Kissens - Ahem...MHM, y'all!

Prez CJ - Well, I lied.

The fans boo loudly.

Dunn - I hate CJ.

Kissens - Awl, what a prick.

Prez CJ - Because, it's actually going to be nine.

The fans explode into a thunderous applause, hooting and hollering.

Falcoon - NINE!?

Dunn - Nine!

Kissens - You two sound like you're at a skinhead convention.

Falcoon - Skinhead? Never heard of the band.

Dunn - Oh...my god.

Prez CJ - They are all here and you will all meet them soon.

Falcoon - What? Is the band Skinheads popular or something?

Kissens - Just close your mouth.

Dunn - Seriously.

Prez CJ - Now I know you don't hate me as much, but I have a few guys here I know you'll love...

The fans remain silent as they eagerly await his last announcement.

Prez CJ - Opening the show...Playing "I Get It", the Addiction Theme Song...Chicago's own...CHEVELLE!

The fans go nuts as the three members of the band step out from the entrance ramp and get in their respective positions. CJ disappears behind the curtains. Pete starts it off by playing his electric guitar as he sings.

So you say you're ignored
As it is,
Well, give us your sad, sad trip

The entire arena goes dark except for a few lights on the stage as the band kicks into the chorus. The OWF Tron lights up with the opening video for Monday Addiction which plays behind the band.

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

The house lights flicker back on. Images of the new breed of the OWF flash in the background.

Assumed it's whether
We're right or wrong
We're doomed, and there's plenty for all

How dare you catch me counting?
How dare you call at all?
How dare you call it suffering?
How dare you call at all?

The lights in the arena cut out again, except for the white spotlights on the band on the stage and the OWF Tron's images, as the band slides back into the chorus.

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

Again the lights turn back on.

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

This time the lights dim in the arena as multicolored lights swirl around the band.

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?

The lights, which have remained dim, suddenly turn to the brightest level as the band hits into the final chorus.

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

Life, life, life.

The OWF Tron flickers to the Monday Addiction logo as the band walks off the stage, thanking the fans and waiving while they turn and leave.

Falcoon - What an opening so far. Jesse is nearly killed by Alexis, but ends up saving her...CJ announces that three more than the expected six will debut -- making the total nine new superstars...and Chevelle plays...

The lights go completely pitch black. The crowd already begins to cheer, pretty sure who is approaching.

Dunn - And now, As you can see, we're being joined by Kid Dynamo it seems.

Kissens - Sweet!

Falcoon - This is gonna be another one of those long nights.

PA System - Who are you to wave your finger? You must have been outta your head...

As the bass guitar lick of Tool's "The Pot" enters, and for that matter, the rest of the band, the OWFtron starts to show images of Kid Dynamo as he approached the ring for previous matches. The images fade in and fade to black, with barely a second of visibility for each image.

Eye hole deep in muddy waters, you practically raised the dead...

Rob the grave to snow the cradle, then burn the evidence down...
Soapbox house of cards and glass so don't go tossin' your stones around...

You must have been...

The lights begin to flash in time with the syncopated rhythm in the lead guitar.

high...You must have been...hiiiiiiigh...YOU MUST HAVE BEEN...

The lights come back on as a big pyro explosion booms them back on, then smaller pyro pops occur in time with the bigger hits and kicks of legendary drummer (and possible human-octopus hybrid) Danny Carey. When the sparks and dust settle, Kid Dynamo is standing triumphantly in the center of the entrance ramp, soaking up the applause. He resembles one of those heel wrestlers who soaks up fictional applause and reacts to boos like a standing ovation...except that Kid Dynamo is ACTUALLY RECEIVING cheers. Kid Dynamo remains on the entrance ramp until Maynard Keenan's voice echoes once more through the arena, then begins to walk towards the ring as the cameras cut to Kid Dynamo signs throughout the arena.

Foot in mouth, and head up ass, so whatcha talkin' 'bout?

One sign says, "Wal-Mart Clearance Champion --->"

Difficult to dance 'round this one 'til you pull it out.

Another right behind it reads, "I MUST BE HIGH".

Boy, you must have been...so high. You must have been...so...high...

The camera cuts to the other side of the ring whee a "Donkeymo For Prez!" banner is held up high.

Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference. Kangaroo done hung the jury with the innocent.

Now, you're weeping shades of cozened indigo, got lemon juice up in your...eyyyyyyyye
When you pissed all over my black kettle...you must have been...

The music cuts seamlessly to the guitar and drum charging mantra heard after the second verse/chorus. The cameras cut back to Kid Dynamo as he begins to enter the ring.

So, who are you to waive your finger?

Kid Dynamo raises his arms up and the crowd pops. Dynamo begins to walk towards the center of the ring.

Who are you to waive your fatty fingers at me?

Kid Dynamo points in the direction of six pyro shooters set up in front of him along the ring apron. The cameras cut to a center view of Dynamo standing in the center of the ring with the pyro in front of him. With each word of Keenan's screaming declaration, a pyro shooter goes off, from right to left.

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN OUT YOUR...

MIND!

With the word, "Mind", the lights go pitch black again...save for a spotlight surrounding Kid Dynamo. The music cuts there, and, after a few seconds of no vision except Dynamo and no sound except applause for him, the lights slowly come back on, until they are fully illuminating the arena. Kid Dynamo asks a stage hand for a microphone, and then stands in the center of the ring while the cheers continue for a moment. Eventually, the crowd dies down enough to let "The Legacy" speak.

Kid Dynamo - Good evening, class! Let's get right into the topic of discussion today. Let's talk...OWF Clearance Champion Piter Svoboda...

The crowd starts to boo, but Kid Dynamo quickly tries to quiet the crowd.

Kid Dynamo - No, no, you guys are misunderstanding. This is not a bashing session. No, quite the opposite. This is about the OWF FINALLY obtaining a champion worthy to represent the greatest wrestling promotion in history. This is about someone stepping up to the plate and being able to stand tall as the number one wrestler in ALL of WRESTLING! I've heard Chase Johnson complain because other promotions are wanting a World Champ vs. World Champ match. Hell, I've even heard rumors of some mixed martial artists wanting to get the chance to show their stuff against an OWF World Champion. This is something that other World Champions can deal with, but there should be NO DOUBT that the OWF Champion is the best, and when was the last time we had a true undisputed "best wrestler in the entire profession"?

Dynamo paces the ring.

Kid Dynamo - Jesse Williams...well, when you look at him, you're looking at a guy who is pretty much batting .500 in the title fight itself. You have to flip a coin to see whether or not he's even the winner of ANY fight on a grand scale, so that's a loss. What about Angel? Well, there's been trash talk about the timing of his title reign, and what has he really done lately? But, let's look at Piter...he's performing at the highest level he's ever performed, and he has proven that he WILL compete in matches that aren't called "King of the Mountain". On an ironic note, Piter even used King of the Mountain to get where he is.

Dynamo leans on the ropes.

Kid Dynamo - ...So here comes the morning after. Here comes the hazing rituals of the newest member of the OWF World Champion fraternity. If he does what most recent OWF champs have done, then tonight you will be crowning a new champion. Who's up for a second run with Spaz as the OWF's representative?

Kid Dynamo gives a fist pump and a fake open smile while the fans boo.

Kid Dynamo - But there is ANOTHER future, here. There is a parallel universe in which the OWF Champion is revered both inside and outside of the federation. There is a world where the ONLY people that dare say that they are the best World Champions are people in countries that don't receive Monday Night Addiction. There is a place where NO ONE THAT KNOWS ANYTHING questions WHO IS THE NUMBER ONE! The cosmic portal to that world opens and closes at Campus Chaos. It comes down to Piter Svoboda, fresh off of a victory tonight, coming into Ohio State University...

A VERY mixed reaction but loud nonetheless overpowers Kid Dynamo.

Kid Dynamo - ...oh, so you'd rather see Campus Chaos at University of Illinois?

The crowd pops.

Kissens - That was cheap.

Falcoon - ...and you're the pot calling the kettle black.

Dunn - AND YOU MUST BE HIGH!

Kissens - Kill me now, God. No wait! Kill THEM.

Kid Dynamo - ...It comes down to Piter Svoboda walking through the three-headed fire that burns tonight, then walking into Campus Chaos and beating me, a rehashing of one of the biggest rivalries in the history of the profession - whether or not he wants to admit it - and THEN...headlining the show AFTER opening it and DEFENDING the OWF Clearance Title like A TRUE CHAMPION. You see, TRUE CHAMPS last longer than "the next match". Do you see it, everyone? Out there in the distance?

Kid Dynamo holds his hand over his eyes as if to block the sunlight.

Kid Dynamo - No...no, there's nothing there. There's no undisputed OWF champion. There's no dominant man in the profession. There's nothing. Maybe it was just a dream. You see, I believe that Piter Svoboda can do it, but it has NEVER been about whether he can...it's about whether he WILL. If Piter gave his all every week, HE'D be the one, not Jesse, who would be four-time champ. If Piter cared every time he stepped into a wrestling arena, he'd be a Hall of Famer. THAT'S the part that makes Chase Johnson cry every night he goes to bed with Piter Svoboda as HIS champ. We've seen the "best case scenario" where Piter remains a dominant wrestler and OWF Clearance champion after beating three of OWF's best. But, I'll give you something EASY to see...a Campus Chaos main event between Trent Steel and Spaz, because one of them beat Piter after he chose to once again stop caring. The pay-per-view opens up with "The Legacy" facing a guy who is no longer "The Spare Time Legend", but "The Full-Time Disappointment"; not "The Undercard Hero" but "The Undercard STAPLE". Dynamo versus Svoboda sounds boring EVEN to ME if it is coming off of a loss in his first title defense.

Dynamo walks back to the center of the ring.

Kid Dynamo - So, I have come out here, upstaging the opening contendership match, to ask Piter Svoboda a rhetorical question...which part of you is real? The OWF Clearance Champ, or the #3 member of a Chris Green stable? The "Undercard" or the "Hero"? The "Legend" or the "Spare Time"? This is your warning, Piter. OWF is counting on you to win tonight and to lead OWF into its second generation of historical dominance. And, if you DISAPPOINT the FANS, then you'll be staring down the barrel of a gun named "Legacy". And, if you think you are ready for that then - help me out out there...YOU MUST BE...

Crowd and Kid Dynamo - OUT...YOUR...MIND!

"The Pot" hits back up in a loud section as the crowd cheers loudly and Kid Dynamo heads backstage.

Falcoon - Dynamo had some strong words for everyone, it seemed.

Kissens - He seems more focused than ever.

Dunn - Good thing I'm not wrestling anymore...

Falcoon - Well, anyways, it's time for our first match of the night.

Kissens - All three men have a shot to do damage here tonight

Dunn - This should be good!

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the first match. It is a triple threat match, with the winner getting an OWF Triple Crown Championship Match tonight against Piter Svoboda. Coming to the ring first, he is a former OWF World Champion. Hailing from Seattle, Washington...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. He discards of his sweater to reveal a scared upper torso. He then stands in the center of the ring awaiting action.

Missy Janson - And the next competitor, he is also a former OWF World Champion. 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.

Missy Janson - And finally, he too is also a former OWF World Champion. Fighting out of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania..."The Son of a Bitch" 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 as he makes a throat cutting motion. The fans erupt in cheers.

Are you lost
In your lies
Do you tell yourself I don't realize

Your crusade's a disguise
Replace freedom with fear
You trade money for lives.

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.

No no more sorrow
I've paid for your mistakes
Your time is borrowed
Your time has come to be replaced

Trent signals to the ref that he is ready to start and his music dies out.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Trent Steel charges at Seraph immediately, taking him out with a hard clothesline. Spaz hops onto the back of Steel, piggyback riding him as Steel walks to the center of the ring. Spaz grabs the left shoulder of Steel, and swings both his legs to the left side of Steel. He quickly swings them upward and clasp around the head of Steel. Spaz rolls out, nailing a modified head scissors take down that sends Steel sliding through the ropes and to the outside.

Falcoon - What a move!

Spaz turns, but is picked up by Seraph in a spinebuster position. Spaz struggles and grabs a hold of Seraph's head and falls backwards. He nails a DDT on Seraph, using his own momentum to slam Seraph's face down into the mat. He quickly rolls Seraph over, and hooks his leg. The referee slides into place...1...2...Steel nails a double axe handle strike to the back of Spaz's head, breaking the count. As Spaz rolls onto his side, Trent wastes no time in lifting the already exhausted Seraph to his feet. Seraph can barely hold himself up, and Steel nails a huge uppercut to his jaw -- which knocks Seraph over like a building collapse. Spaz comes up from behind Steel and wraps his arms around him, he lifts him up and nails a german suplex, but Steel gets right back up to his feet. Spaz turns around and is met with a huge kick to the stomach followed by a headlock by Steel. He wrenches hard on the neck of Spaz while Seraph struggles to get up to his feet. As he does, he charges Steel. Spaz counters the headlock with with a back drop, and as he lifts Steel up, Trent nails Seraph right in the jaw again -- this time with his foot. Spaz slams Steel down as Seraph hits the mat, bleeding from the mouth.

Dunn - Seraph is in a bad way tonight.

Falcoon - He may need medical attention, he could have broken his jaw.

Spaz stands up and covers Seraph...1...2...kickout by Seraph.

Kissens - Ugh, he should have stayed down.

Falcoon - I think he has fight left in him.

Spaz looks furious but he is taken down out of nowhere with a dragon suplex pinning combination...1...2...kickout by Spaz. He hops right up to his feet and nails Steel with a leg lariat as soon as he pushes himself up to his feet, which knocks him right back down to the mat. Trent grabs a hold of the ropes and tugs himself back up to a standing position, but Spaz grabs him in a waist lock and attempt to throw him over his head. Steel reverses the belly to belly suplex attempt by Spaz, into an overhead belly to belly suplex that sends Spaz over the top rope and crashing down, back first, across the guardrail.

Kissens - Shit! SHIT!

Dunn - That doesn't look good.

Spaz lays on the guardrail, with the lower half of his body on the crowd side of the guard rail, and his upper body on the side towards the ring. Steel stares down at Spaz, and Seraph seizes the opprtunity and rolls up Trent from behind with a school boy pin...1...2...Steel rolls out of it and pushes himself up. Seraph gets up, only to be kneed in the abdomen and then have his head tucked between Steel's legs. Spaz is now off the guardrail and pulling himself up on the apron. Steel lifts Seraph up into a crucifix powerbomb position. He begins to walk towards the corner when suddenly Spaz gets up to the apron and springboards up to the top rope. He launches himself off and nails a missle dropkick on Steel, who falls backwards and slams Seraph face first down to the mat as blood flows even worse from his mouth.

Falcoon - Okay, that's it...Someone drag him out of there.

Dunn - He's not moving for christs sakes!

EMT's come running out and slide into the ring. The stablize the head of Seraph as Spaz stares down, concerned a bit. They load Seraph onto the board and slide him out of the ring and onto a gurney. The begin to wrap the safety belts around him for protection before wheeling him towards the side of the ramp and out the side of the arena. In the ring, Spaz turns around and finds himself on the receiving end of a low blow from a kneeling Steel. Trent steps up and as he does he nails a hard uppercut that staggers Spaz back up against the ropes. He then stumbles forward, with his mometum carrying him, and he walks into a left jab from Steel that knocks Spaz down to a knee. From out of nowhere, Steel nails a shin kick with his left leg to the right side of Spaz's face which sends him down to the mat. Trent doesn't waste any time as he nails a knee drop to the back of the head and neck of the fallen Spaz. He follows that up by rolling Spaz over, and then sitting out as he nails Spaz with a leg drop across his neck. He hooks the legs of Spaz with only his leg across his throat...1...2...kickout by Spaz.

Kissens - Steel is gonna have to try harder than that if he wants a three count.

Falcoon - That is true. He seems to be all business, but you'd think he'd take every pin attempt seriously.

Dunn - He may be trying to get out of this match quick to save some energy.

Falcoon - But that's not the way to do it.

Dunn - No sir.

Trent pushes himself up to his feet, arguing with the referee a bit before turning around and getting met with a right hand to the sternum by Spaz who is kneeling on one knee. Trent has the wind knocked out of him and before he can get his hands up to defend himself, Spaz nails an open palm strike to Steel's throat as Spaz pushes himself back up to his feet. This chokes up Steel, who puts both hands around his throat and gasps for air. Spaz whips around behind Steel, grabbing his right arm and wrapping it around Trent's neck. Spaz lifts Trent up and slams him head first down onto his knee as the fans go nuts.

Kissens - THE END!

Falcoon - This could be the end!

Spaz gets on all fours and shakes his head as blood rushes to it quickly. He stumbles a few times, with his elbows giving out as he crawls towards Trent Steel, who is laying face down on the mat. The fans cheer loudly as Spaz grabs a hold of Trent's arm and rolls him onto his back, before collapsing on top of him.

Dunn - Here we go!

The referee slides into place...1...2....Thre -- NO! The referee breaks up the pin -- Trent's leg is on the ropes! The fans begins to break out in huge applause, not realizing the match isn't over.

Falcoon - We have a winner!

Kissens - No no! His leg was on the ropes!

Dunn - Seriously? Holy crap!

Falcoon - Steel just saved himself by the skin of his teeth.

Kissens - Sure did, y'all.

The fans all begin to boo loudly as Spaz rolls off of Trent and holds his head as he lays on his back.

Dunn - I was ready to announce Spaz as the man going on to face Piter.

Falcoon - Wowww. I still can't believe it.

Kissens - Neither can the fans.

The fans are in shock as both men lay on their backs grabbing various parts of their injured bodies. Spaz is the first to get up and start moving as he kneels on one knee. Trent, meanwhile, has himself hung up on the second rope and is reaching for the top rope with his right hand. Both men get up to their feet with their respective methods and stare at each other. They meet in the center of the ring with Steel slapping Spaz across the face -- to which Spaz replies with a slap across the face of Trent Steel. Trent winds up and nails Spaz with a right forearm, Spaz takes a step back before firing right back with a left elbow. Trent staggers backwards before taking two large bound forward and nailing a spinning back fist to the left cheek of Spaz. He stumbles sideways towards the ropes. He bounces off of them and when his momentum carries him back to Steel, he nails a clothesline across the chest of Trent. This knocks Steel back off his heels as he now stumbles backwards. He bounces off the ropes and charges at Spaz, hitting him with his own clothesline that sends Spaz flying backwards into the corner. He gets hung up there and looks to be in bad shape. Trent takes a few steps towards Spaz, looking to take advantage of him in his weakened state, but Spaz grabs onto the ropes and swings both of his legs up. He slams his feet into the face of Steel, which turns him around as he holds his face. Spaz jumps up to the second rope.

Dunn - What's he gonna do!

Falcoon - I think he's looking to capitalize and take the victory right now!

Spaz jumps off and grabs Steel around the neck. He looks for a bulldog, but Steel grabs Spaz and forces him to land on his feet. Spaz holds Steel in a side headlock position, dragging him around the ring. Spaz wrenches on the neck and head of Steel, which sends him down to one knee. Trent attempts to create some free room between Spaz's arm and his neck with his hands, but Spaz's hold is too tight. Spaz again tightens the hold and Trent falls down to both knees, while Spaz gets down to one to keep the leverage.

Kissens - If Steel isn't careful, he could lose to a headlock!

Falcoon - How embarrassing!

Suddenly, Trent nails a elbow to the ribcage of Spaz with his right arm. He steps back up to one knee, forcing Spaz up to his feet as his grasp loosens just enough for Steel to catch his breath. Steel again hits Spaz with a hard elbow to the rib cage, and while it loosens the head lock a bit, Spaz keeps the hold intact. Trent steps up to his feet and nails a third elbow to the ribs of Spaz, which basically breaks the hold except for Spaz keeping his arm draped over the shoulders of Steel. Trent throws Spaz off of him and towards the ropes. Spaz bounces off and attempts a clothesline, which Steel ducks. Spaz bounces off the opposite set of ropes and holds his arm out for a clothesline. Steel ducks again, but Spaz stops dead in his tracks. He grabs Steel in a front face lock, going for a DDT. Steel swings out of it, grabbing the arm of Spaz and attempting to irish whip him across the ring. Spaz holds onto the arm of Steel, and reverses the momentum as he attempts an irish whip on Steel. Trent also doesn't leg go of Spaz's arm and he comes back looking for a short armed clothesline, which Spaz ducks. When Spaz stands back up, he wraps Steel's arm around his neck again.

Dunn - Uh oh, he's looking for The End again!

Steel swings out of it, still holding Spaz's arm. He picks Spaz up into a firemans carry on his shoulders and walks towards the corner. He jumps sideways and nails a Death Valley Driver on Spaz into the corner.

Falcoon - PITTSBURGH NIGHTMARE!

Kissens - What a turn of events!

Trent hooks both legs of Spaz and covers his shoulders while the referee slides into position to make the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...and going on to face Piter Svoboda later tonight for the OWF Triple Crown Championship, Trent Steel!

Dunn - Well, he's gonna face Piter in a cage match.

Falcoon - We'll see what he has left in the tank.

Kissens - Considering Piter is relaxed and ready to go, I don't think any three of them could beat him walking into tonight anyways.

Falcoon - Spaz put up a hell of a fight.

Dunn - And Seraph is injured.

Kissens - But hey, Steel looked awesome.

Falcoon - I agree. He's back to the form when he was the OWF Champion.

The cameras cut to backstage to a locker room where Chevelle had been storing their equipment for the show. We see the three members of the band, Pete and Sam Loeffler and Dan Bernandini, supervise the packing of their equipment by roadies. The work is all but done, and three big men wearing black shirts with "OWF SECURITY" enter the room.

Security Man #1 - Hey, great show guys!

Pete Loeffler - Yeah, thanks.

Security Man #1 - President Johnson sent us to escort you to your tour bus. He sends his thanks for helping make this an even bigger night tonight.

Pleasantries now exhausted, the entourage begins to walk towards the exits. The three members of the band are joined by a roadie for each member hauling gear (for two, a guitar case and a third wheels along a large black box, presumably full of drum hardware, with four drum cases stacked in a cylindrical pyramid on top of the box). Two other roadies wheel out even bigger boxes full of audio hardware, and then there are the three security guards, two in front of the entourage and one behind.

SANGRISSIMOOOOOOOOOOO!

The cameras pan over to a scrawny, masked luchador charging at the mass. A steel chair just happens to be opened in the middle of the hallway, and the cruiserweight bounds onto it then flies forward to attempt a cross body block, aiming at the entourage.

CRASH!

The members of the entourage easily avoid the luchador, and he crashes into the drum cases and hardware box, collapsing in a heap with the drum cases falling on top of him.

Sam Loeffler - What the fuck, man?

Security Man #1 - Hey, you two, get them out of here and onto the bus. I'll clean up this mess.

The other security guards grab the band members and hurriedly walk them towards the direction of the exit. The drummer's roadie is the most reluctant to leave the gear behind, but the third guard physically pushes him along, and you can almost hear him saying something about "we'll get it later". The camera turn its focus back to the wreckage. The security guard stands over the man, conscious, but not really moving except for breathing.

Security Guard #1 - I don't know who the HELL you are, but I am going to enjoy this.

The guard lifts his foot up to stomp or kick the luchador, but finally notices that there is a championship belt around the masked man's waist.

Security Guard #1 - What the fuck? I know you aren't Piter or Jesse or Angel. Who the Hell...

SMACK!

Another championship belt flies into the scene and connects with the security guard's shaved head. The camera looks over to who dropped the guard...

Man - GOOD-NIGHT, BITCH! THE CHAMPS ARE BACK!

A Caucasian man stands over the fallen guard, wearing black wrestling shorts and with a dirty blonde ponytail.

Man - LADIES AND GENTLMEN OF THE O...W...F...THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS A PDA RULES MATCH...FOR THE NEWLY REINSTATED...OWF......HAAAAAAAANDICAPPED CHAMPIONSHIIIIP! First, from "up Chase Johnson's butt", weighing in at 300 pounds when his steroids kick in, some OWF Security GUARD! AND HIS OPPONENTS, THE FORMER AND NEVER DEFEATED OWF HANDICAPPED CHAAAAMPIONS...MIIIIIISTER GOOD AND TAD...O...MINOR...N.UUUUU.T.S.!

The man, presumably Mr. Good, drops the title on the ground. Meanwhile, both Tad and the guard are groggily getting to their feet. Mr. Good gives a "come and get it" expression with his hands. Right as the guard prepares to throw a right hook, Tad leaps onto his back and starts to try and choke him out. The guard stars to flail his arms to try and grab Tad and pull him off of his back. Mr. Good walks off-camera while this goes on. The guard finally gets a hold of Tad's head, then bends over and thrusts Tad off of him, into one of the sound hardware boxes. As the guard looks around for the other "opponent", he gets nailed in the head by the steel chair that was set up in the hallway!

Mr. Good - BLACKOUT!

Mr. Good tosses the chair aside, and stands the guard up to his feet.

Mr. Good - And, now the moment the ENTIRE OWF has been waiting for...GOOD-NIGHT!

Mr. Good grabs the guard's head and delivers an Ace Crusher, also known as a Stunner, and the guard's head bounces off of Good's shoulder and goes flying, along with the rest of his body, a few feet away from the impact of the GOOD-NIGHT finishing move. Mr. Good strolls over to his body and covers him, counting out his own three-count...1...2...3! He then stands up and picks up the other championship belt.

Mr. Good - YOUR WINNERS...AND TWOOOOOOO-TIME OWF HAAAANDICAPPED CHAMPIONS...N.UUUUUUUUUUU.T.S.!

Mr. Good helps his partner up.

Tad O. Minor - Did...we win?

Mr. Good - Are you kidding? Have we EVER lost a Handicapped Match?

Tad O. Minor - Well, there was that one time against Incu...

Mr. Good - NO, TAD! We are the undefeated, 2-time OWF Handicapped Champions! These are OUR belts, and now that we're back, you are wearing the two hottest belts in the entire OWF!

Mr. Good turns towards the camera.

Mr. Good - And, if any of YOU have a problem with that, then I will make you say GOOD-NIGHT!

The two wrestlers walk off as the camera cuts back to the ringside announcers.

Dunn - NUTS are back!

Falcoon - The former OWF Tag Team Champions have made an impact!

Dunn - Only on security, but still!

Kissens - That's two down, only four more to debut!

Dunn - CJ DID say six, so far the first two have been impressive.

Falcoon - And now Angel and Jesse have some challengers in the Tag Team Division.

Kissens - It's already time for our second match!

Missy Janson - The following match up is scheduled for a one fall. Coming to the ring first, from Blaise, California..."The High Priestess of Punk" Moxie Roxie!

The PA bleeds an electric medley of a non-distorted guitar riff, followed by vocals that invite the listener to...

Get out on the floor, do things to make them adore ya, show them what you were born, and put a little mustard on it...

After admitting no knowledge of the current time twice over, the vocalist repeats the contrary as many times before proclaiming that it is in fact showtime, touching off an explosive bloom of pink and green pyrotechnics around the entryway. The crowd goes wild, as crowds are wont to do, for the pretty flashing colors, and provide an atom of enthusiasm more as Moxie Roxie inches onto the entryway. The fans of girl power, studio perfected punk music, and tits lend their voices to the ovation, as Moxie signs the international symbol for rock and Satan and hoists it slightly above her head. Noting that the ovation's volume coincides with the height at which she raises the devil horns, Moxie toys with the audience's amplification for a few seconds before making her way to the ring. Recalling managerial wisdom imparted to her long ago, Moxie makes certain not to stray from the median, as getting within arm's reach of the wrong fan could spell a variety of unpalatable and unwashed dooms for our priestess of punk. Leaping to the apron with the fluidity of water(what with it being our planet's most abundant and easily recognizable fluid), Moxie gives a bow out to her adoring public, and then split-second flips her way over the ropes into the ring, as well as into the hearts of an American that is sorely lacking in discriminating taste.

Falcoon - I'm really enjoying watching her in the ring.

Dunn - Ew, perv.

Falcoon - No, Moxie seems to be improving each week.

Kissens - Suuuure.

Missy Janson - And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California....Ray Lopes!

Yeah, come on, yeah come on
Throw ya hands up, yeah yeah

Boom Bye Yeah by Sean Price blasts over the loud speakers. "RL" flashes across the jumbo tron as Ray Lopes shows up on top the entrance ramp and then makes his way down to the ring.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Ray stands tall over Moxie as he pushes her back into the corner and runs after her with a clothesline attempt. Moxie is able to duck out of the way, but Lopes catches himself before he crashes face first into the turnbuckle. He turns around, where Moxie goes for a hurricanrana but Lopes powerbombs her down to the mat. He keeps standing and pushes her legs back, pinning her shoulders to the mat..1...2...Moxie kicks Lopes in the face, breaking the pin attempt and pushing him up against the ropes. Moxie charges at him, but he ducks and back body drops her over the top rope. Fortunately for Moxie, she is able to grab onto the top rope and float over. Instead of landing on the apron, she continues to swing and keeps her legs up and nails a dropkick to the back of Ray Lopes through the middle and top ropes which sends him flying, face first, across the ring. Moxie gets onto her feet and slowly walks towards Lopes, who recovers quickly and takes Moxie down with a leg sweep. He follows the leg sweep up with a short elbow drop, followed by a few closed fist strikes to her forehead.

Falcoon - Lopes is using his strength here.

Kissens - It's his major advantage.

Dunn - He has to keep her grounded.

Falcoon - If she picks up any momentum, he's in trouble.

Ray stands up, dragging Moxie up by her hair and tossing her back first into the corner. He runs at her and jumps into the air, nailing a body splash on her. Moxie falls down to a sitting position in the corner. Ray grabs a hold of her right foot and drags her towards the middle of the ring. Her upper body falls backwards to the mat as Lopes covers her once she is away from the ropes...1...2...kickout. Ray waists no time as he applies a headlock onto the fallen Moxie Roxie. He wrenches hard around her neck, but she is able to will her way up to her feet and slide her head out from his arm. She grabs Ray in a reverse waist lock, and he swings an elbow back at her. Since she is so short, she is able to easily avoid the elbow and grab a hold of it. She twists Ray's arm around behind his back into an arm wrench. Ray is able to twist out of it and then lock Moxie into an arm wrench behind her back. She struggles for a few seconds, before she uses Ray's chest to steady herself. She kicks her legs straight up into the air and then back down, rolling out and flipping Lopes over onto his back. Both competitors get back up to their feet and charge at each other. Moxie attempts a shoulder block, but is sent flat to her back on the mat. Ray extends his arm and drops an elbow down, but Moxie rolls out of the way avoiding the elbow drop as Lopes slams his arm into the mat.

Falcoon - This is a match showcasing two of the up and comers here.

Kissens - That's for sure.

Dunn - So far it's lived up to the hype.

Both competitors stand as Moxie charges at Ray again. This time she baseball slides between his legs and pulls them out from under him from behind, slamming him face first down on the mat. Immediately she stands up and runs to the ropes, springboarding off of them and nailing a moonsault on the back of Lopes which stuns him for the first time in the match. The fans start to get behind Moxie as she rolls Ray over and hooks his leg...1...2...kickout. Moxie attempts to pick up the pace as she lifts Ray up and irish whips him across the ring. When he runs back, she leap frogs him and he is sent running towards the opposite ropes. When he comes back, Moxie lays flat on her back and monkey flips Ray over onto his back, which stuns him again. Moxie kip's up to her feet holding her arms up as the fans cheer her on. She quickly walks over to Ray and begins to lift him up, but Ray puts his shoulder into her midsection and drives her backwards into the corner. The shock of the first strike knocks the wind out of Moxie. Ray keeps his shoulder in her midsection, but reaches down and lifts her up to a sitting position on the top rope. As soon as he does that he steps back and nails an open handed slap across her face.

Kissens - The top rope is usually how a lot of high profile matches end.

Falcoon - That's because that is where the first and last mistakes usually are more likely to occur.

Ray steps up to the second rope, but Moxie pulls both of her knees up towards her chest. She then takes her feet and pushes them against the chest of Lopes, pushing him backwards off the ropes and crashing to his back in the ring. She stands up on the second rope as Ray gets up to his feet. She jumps off and nails a missle dropkick to his chest, sending him throat first onto the top rope.

Dunn - What a dropkick!

Falcoon - That's exactly what cannot happen in this match.

Moxie stands up in the ring and charges, swinging through the ropes and nails Lopes with a 619 to the genitals.

Kissens - The Roxlide!

Lopes falls to the ring on his back and Moxie springboards over the top rope and splashes onto Lopes, covering him as the referee slides into place...1...2...kickout.

Falcoon - I think it's going to take more than a kick to the balls to do in Lopes.

Moxie stands up, picking Lopes up with her. He elbows her in her face, and she is slightly stunned. Ray wraps her up in a full nelson hold which he locks on tightly.

Dunn - He's gonna tear her arms off!

Moxie's size is an advantage as she is able to slip her left arm out of the old. She wraps her arm around the head of Lopes in a stunner position. She then flips over backwards and nails a reverse ddt on Lopes.

Falcoon - Tickled Pink!

Dunn - How do you guys know all these names?!

Moxie quickly covers Lopes...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Moxie Roxie!

Falcoon - Another great performance by both superstars.

Dunn - Regardless of the outcome, both Lopes and Roxie are on their way up.

Kissens - GO MOXIIIIE!

We cut backstage to see Piter Svoboda walking backstage. Garrett Greene walks over to him and tries to get a interview started.

Garrett Greene - Piter! Real quick! Who out of the three men would you like to face this week in the main event tonight?

Piter Svoboda - I don't care.

Piter comes to his locker room and opens it as Garrett keeps following. Piter drops his gymbag and just stares into the room. We see it is filled to the brim with bottles of alcohol, cigs, and drugs. The same kind of drugs that Piter is recovering from.

Piter Svoboda - Fuck-

Garrett Greene - Hey here's a card.

Piter grabs the card from Garrett and looks at it. He is trying to retain his calm as he walks out of the room.

Piter Svoboda - Fucking Trent Steel.

We cut back to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - Steel is playing some mind games!

Dunn - He's started to get under Piter's skin early.

Again, we cut backstage. We see President Chase Johnson sitting in his office with a pen in hand, going over some paperwork. There is a knock at his door as the camera remains on him. The door opens, and then promptly shuts as CJ remains focused on his paperwork. The sound of shuffling across the carpetted floor indicates someone has entered.

Voice - Hey...You...Told me to come here for this meeting...

Chase's eyes remain on the paperwork.

Prez CJ - Yeah sit down.

Voice - Well, I'm excited to be here.

Prez CJ - Who are yo --

CJ looks up and stops mid-sentence. The camera pulls out to show the voice to be Greg Jackson.

Falcoon - GREG JACKSON!

Kissens - That's three!!

Dunn - And all super impressive!

Prez CJ - GREG! I'm so glad you're back!

Greg Jackson - Thanks. It's good to be back.

Prez CJ drops the pen and puts both of his hands together.

Prez CJ - So, you said you wanted to discuss your contract...What about it?

Jackson - Well, basically...I want to remain at the top of my game, and I feel I can only do that in the OWF. I want to end my career here, and I'd like you to extend my contract.

Chase sighs.

Prez CJ - Do you know how many people ask for extensions, Greg?

Jackson - I'm sure --

Prez CJ - It was a rhetorical question.

Jackson - Oh...

Prez CJ - A lot of people come in and ask for extensions, and some of them deserve it and I still don't say yes. You've been about as reliable as a 1954 chevy that's been left out in the rain for the past fifty four years. If you were in my shoes, would you give yourself an extension?

Jackson - Absolutely.

Chase laughs.

Prez CJ - And why would you? What will Greg Jackson bring to the OWF?

Jackson - I'd give me an extension because I know that any given night I am one of the best wrestlers in that backstage area and that I am committed to the OWF, the fans, and to myself. I'd do anything for the OWF -- I'd wrestle in any match.

The right eyebrow on CJ's face perks up.

Prez CJ - Any match?

Jackson - Any.

CJ picks up the piece of paper he was writing on.

Prez CJ - You see this...This is a contract I'm giving to one of the most unique superstars to ever grace the OWF. He's going to be in Mardi Brawls at Campus Chaos and he's going to cause destruction. I'll enter you in the same match. The winner gets a shot at the OWF Triple Crown Championship. If you can outlast him in the Mardi Brawls match, I'll talk to you about an extension.

Greg sits in silence for a second before a look of determination comes across his face.

Jackson - Deal. But, who is this guy?

Prez CJ - Well, I can't really say he's a "guy". He's couldn't be here tonight, flight troubles, but he's basically --

Suddenly the doors burst open and a security guy runs in.

Security Guy - CJ! There's a huge monkey eating everything in the buffet!

Prez CJ - It's not a monkey, it's The Ape!

CJ stands up.

Prez CJ - Hey Greg, wanna meet your adversary that you have to outlast?

Greg stares at him.

Jackson - Who, the security guard?

CJ laughs.

Prez CJ - No, dipshit. The Ape.

Jackson - Who?

Prez CJ - Come to the buffet and I'll show you!

CJ runs out of the the room as Jackson shakes his head and runs out after him as the cameras cut back to the announcers.

Falcoon - Did CJ sign a monkey?

Kissens - That's number four. I don't know what to make of that debut.

Dunn - We didn't even get to see him!

Kissens - If he signed a gorilla, I swear...This place is goin in the shitter.

The cameras open up backstage, where we see Moxie standing alone recovering after her match. From around the corner walks Jesse Williams, he makes a straight line for Moxie and corners her up against the wall.

Jesse Williams - Listen...I don't know what you were trying to pull last week, but if you're in on this thing with Alexis...I swear to god, I don't care who you are, I'll break your --

Moxie Roxie - Whoa, whoa...I'm sorry, Jesse. It was all in good faith. I swear. And as for this Alexis chick, I don't associate myself with low-lifes with here.

Jesse backs up a bit.

Williams - You know how close you were to getting knocked out?

Moxie Roxie - Well, I can defend myself.

Williams - I'm sure you can.

Moxie Roxie - So, we cool?

Jesse looks at her sharply.

Williams - Yeah, we're fine. Next time you want a picture...Ask like the rest of the fans.

Moxie Roxie - But, it was more for my publicity.

Jesse laughs.

Williams - Of course it was. See you around.

Jesse turns and disappears behind the corner as he makes a left turn.

Suddenly we cut to the locker room of The Corrupted. The door is shut, but we can hear the voices inside of Godsmack, Chris Green and President Chase Johnson.

Prez CJ - You better tear his head off, Godsmack.

Godsmack - Oh, I will.

Chris Green - Even if you have trouble, we have our back-up plan.

Godsmack - I don't need them to back me up. They can come out and wheel Angel back to his grave!

Prez CJ - Oh they'll be there. Won't you fella's?

Voice 1 - You're damn right.

Voice 2 - We got your back whether you want us to, or not.

Godsmack - Whatever you guys say.

Prez CJ - Now get out there, your match is up next.

The door opens and Godsmack walks out, slamming it behind him before he walks off down the hallway. We cut back to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - There's two more!

Kissens - But who are they?

Dunn - I suppose we're about to find out.

Missy Janson - The next match is a Flaming Casket Match. The only way to win is to throw your opponent into the casket and set it on fire. Coming to the ring first, 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.

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 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.

Falcoon - Godsmack put Angel's old tag team partner, Draco, into a casket the last time we saw him.

Kissens - I wonder if Angel is going to suffer the same fate.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Smithtown, New York....Angel!

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Angel and Godsmack meet in the center of the ring. They are both talking a lot. They both have wide smirks across their faces as they listen to each other banter on and on. Godsmack, out of nowhere, spits in the eye of Angel and then pushes him backwards into the corner. Angel wipes the spit from his eye and flicks it to the ground and smiles. He pushes himself out of the corner and he clotheslines Godsmack down to the mat and the fans erupt into cheers.

Falcoon - The fans are strongly behind Angel!

Angel picks Godsmack up by the hair and hits him across the chest with a knife edge chop. Godsmack stumbles back and Angel hits another chop that staggers Godsmack back into the corner. Angel approaches, but Godsmack grabs him by the back of his head and turns Angel into the corner. Immediately Godsmack brings up a right knee to the midsection, followed by a european uppercut. Godsmack steps back and nails a toe kick to the abdomen before he grabs a hold of the right arm of Angel. He irish whips him across the ring and Angel slams back first into the opposite corner. Godsmack charges but Angel gets a boot up and catches him right in the face. It stands Godsmack straight up and gives Angel an opening as he scoops Godsmack up and nails a quick shoulder breaker on him. Godsmack rolls on his back holding his right shoulder, while Angel pushes himself up to his feet. As he reaches down to pick up Godsmack again he is met with a hard right hand to the throat, followed by that hand grabbing him and choking him. Godsmack pulls himself up to his feet and he picks Angel up and slams him flat down to his back with a powerful chokeslam.

Dunn - Did you see Angel's head bounce off the mat?

Kissens - That was sick!

Godsmack keeps the choke hold on Angel as the referee tries to get Godsmack to break it. Angel kicks his legs as he gasps for air, but the referee can't call for a DQ to stop him.

Dunn - This is just a PDA Rules Match basically.

Godsmack stands up, releasing the hold as Angel gasps for air. Godsmack pushes the referee aside and slides out of the ring. He grabs the lighter fluid and the matches off the casket before sliding into the ring. He begins to spray Angel with the liquid as he begins to stand. Godsmack leaves a bit and drops the fluid to the outside as he opens up the match box.

Falcoon - He's gonna burn Angel alive!

Angel stands up and picks up Godsmack, driving himself and Godsmack through the ropes and crashing ontop of the closed casket. The matches lay all over the ring as Angel begins to beat the hell out of Godsmack. The fans cheer loudly as Angel picks Godsmacks head up and slams it down on the door of the casket. Angel slides back into the ring, holding his head and discarding his shirt as he wipes some of the lighter fluid from his skin and hair. Godsmack eventually rolls back into the ring, where he is met with a hard stomp by Angel. Angel picks Godsmack up, quickly knees him in his chest and then hooks him up for a suplex. He lifts Godsmack straight up into the air before falling backwards and dropping him onto his back.

Falcoon - Textbook suplex.

Angel floats over and begins to pound away at the face of Godsmack with closed right fists. Angel only stops when some of the remaining lighter fluid drips into his eyes. Godsmack seizes the moment and headbutt's Angel, knocking him to the mat and off of Godsmack. Angel holds his forehead and Godsmack grabs a hold of the ropes, hoisting himself up to his feet. He takes slow steps towards Angel before bending down and grabbing Angel by his right arm at his forearm and shoulder. He drags him up to his feet and lifts Angel up into a fireman's carry. Godsmack holds him there for a few seconds, catching his breath, but Angel comes to and instinctively throws an elbow that nails Godsmack right in his temple. Angel drops back down to his feet behind Godsmack where he picks him up and nails a back drop.

Kissens - It's almost like these two know each other down to the very last detail.

Dunn - I'm sure Godsmack views this as his big shot, and Angel is viewing this as a shot to shut him up.

Falcoon - They're both at the top of their games. They are both adapting and putting on a hell of a match.

Angel sits up, holding the back of his head while Godsmack has rolled onto his stomach. He kicks his legs in pain, using his arms to try to push himself up. Angel is able to easily get up to his feet, and take a few seconds to compose himself. Godsmack, on the other hand, grabs onto the nearest set of ropes and is hanging off of them as he tries to pull himself up. Angel charges at Godsmack, but Godsmack falls to the mat, pulling the top rope down and Angel tumbles out of the ring and down to the cement floor.

Falcoon - What a counter...

Dunn - Did he even mean to do it?

Kissens - I think he was falling anyways!

Falcoon - Regardless, Angel crashed down hard to the floor.

Godsmack rolls out of the ring and kneels on the floor. He reaches under the ring, pulling out a steel chair which he slides into the ring. He glances down at Angel who is rolling around in pain and Godsmack slides into the ring. He grabs the chair and opens it, and takes a seat.

Falcoon - What a cocky prick.

Godsmack takes a breather as Angel grabs onto the apron and begins to pull himself up. Eventually, Angel rolls into the ring and as soon as he does, Godsmack stands up and approaches. He stomps the ribcage of Angel, then follows it up with a soccer kick to the ribs that lays Angel out on his back. Godsmack pushes Angel out of the ring and he rolls on top of the casket and down to the floor again. Godsmack follows him out and opens up the casket. When he turns around to grab Angel, he is met with a hard left jab by a wobbily Angel. Godsmack is barely phased and Angel throws a right hook at Godsmack that glances off his chin. Godsmack rears back and clotheslines Angel down on the bottom of the entrance ramp. Waisting no time, he lifts Angel up and drags him towards the casket. He lifts him up and tosses him inside of it.

Dunn - Don't tell me he's gonna win!

Godsmack slams the casket closed as he grabs the lighter fluid and pours it on top of the casket. He slides into the ring and picks up a match and the match box. He slides out of the ring, but the casket top flies open and Angel pops out. He jumps from the casket and nails a flying clothesline on Godsmack. The fans go nuts as both men are laid out on the outside. They both begin to move at about the same time, with Angel using the casket to pull himself up and Godsmack using the guard rail. Godsmack gets up first and he charges at Angel, he goes for a spear but Angel ducks down as low as he can and he back body drops Godsmack up and into the casket. The impact from Godsmack's fall closes the lid down on the casket. Angel reaches down, grabbing the match box and a match off the apron. He strikes it, but his hand goes on fire. Angel waives his hand violently before wiping it along the apron to get the lighter fluid off. It burns off, but Godsmack is able to get out of the casket by then, leaving the door open.

Kissens - I guess it was all part of a plan for Godsmack.

Dunn - By covering Angel in lighter fluid that it's impossible for him to start a fire without being lit.

Kissens - Exactly, y'all.

Angel is holding his hand in pain while Godsmack struggles to get up to his feet. He grabs a hold of the apron and pulls himself under the bottom rope and into the ring. Angel follows him in. Both men lock eyes on the steel chair in the middle of the ring, and they both scramble to get to it first. Angel grabs a hold of it, but Godsmack drops an elbow on the back of his head. He grabs the chair and pulls himself up to his feet as Angel picks himself up as well. Godsmack swings wildly, and Angel is able to duck the shot. Both men turn around and this time, Godsmack connects with a huge chairshot to the head of Angel which busts him wide open. He falls forward to both knees, before falling down to his side.

Kissens - Dang! Y'all hear that chair shot?

Godsmack looks at the dented chair and throws it down to the mat as he looks down at Angel who is attempting to get back up to his feet, again. Godsmack laughs as he slaps the back of Angel's head. Angel keeps pushing himself up, tolerating the taunting from Godsmack. Once Angel stands, Godsmack nails him with a sharp right elbow to the cheek. Angel drops to a knee but is able to strike Godsmack with a hard open palm strike to the stomach which doubles him over. Angel stands back up and hits Godsmack with an elbow of his own. He knocks Godsmack back on his heels and nails him with a right hand to the mouth which stumbles Godsmack backwards. Angel approaches but Godsmack is able to wiggle out of the way and get into the middle of the ring. He grabs the steel chair again and lifts it up. He swings at Angel, but Angel grabs a hold of the chair. He kicks Godsmack in the stomach and rips the chair from his grasp. Angel rears back and swings, but Godsmack is able to duck. He finds himself pressed up against the ropes against the casket and as Angel turns he nearly decapitates Godsmack with a chair shot that breaks the seat of the chair. The fans don't cheer as the sound is sickening. Godsmack tumbles over the top rope and into the casket.

Falcoon - HOLY SHIT!

Dunn - He's gonna have a concussion. No doubt about that.

Angel slides out of the ring and closes the lid on the casket. He reaches down and grabs the match box and a match off the apron and he lights it. He tosses it onto the casket and it lights on fire. The referee calls for the bell.

Falcoon - That's it!

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

Two firemen run out with estinguishers and they put out the casket. The entire ringside, including the casket and Angel are clouded by the estinguishers. When it all disapates the casket fire is out, and suddenly from behind Angel is nailed with one of the estinguishers by one of the "fire men".

Falcoon - WHAT THE HELL!

That man takes off his fire gear, revealing his face to the world. Godsmack pulls himself out of the casket and begins to crawl into the ring towards Missy Janson. Meanwhile, the other "fire fighter" is stomping a mudhole in Angel. He then takes off his fire gear to reveal his face to the world, just as the other did. Godsmack stands and gets a microphone from Missy and he walks over towards the ropes and exits the ring. The two men continue to pound away at Angel as he lays motionless on the floor. Godsmack gets over to Angel and begins to speak.

Godsmack - Oh Angel, you may have put me in a box...But you haven't won...I'd like to introduce you to the two newest members of The Corrupted. First, the man to your left...His name is Styxx...Say hi to Angel, Styxx.

The man to Angel's left picks him up and lifts him up into a suplex. He drops him down with a brainbuster on the outside.

Godsmack - Ooooh. Niceeee...And let me introduce you to the man to your right...His name is Stonze. Don't be rude! Introduce yourself, Stonze!

The man to the right of Angel picks him up and tucks his head between his legs. He picks him up and nails a huge sitout powerbomb on Angel.

Godsmack - Hey...That's my move!

Godsmack laughs.

Godsmack - Enough joking around. Now that you've met Styxx and Stonze, let me just say this to you Angel.

Godsmack looks down at Angel who is still motionless.

Godsmack - This is not over....Not by a long shot. You think you're safe? You think you have a shot at winning the Triple Crown when I'm going to be watching for any opportunity to take you down a peg or two. This is just the beginning....

Godsmack stands up tall.

Godsmack - Let's burn the bastard.

Godsmack drops the microphone and picks Angel up.

Falcoon - This is sickening.

Dunn - Angel is going to be lit up!

The three men drag Angel towards the casket when suddenly Jesse Williams runs down the entrance ramp and heads right for the three men.

Falcoon - JESSE'S HERE!

The three men all head for the crowd and drop Angel down to the floor. They all smile as they run away victorious. Jesse looks down at Angel as the fans go nuts. Jesse turns and walks back up the ramp as EMT's rush down to check on Angel.

Dunn - He saved Angel.

Kissens - He'll never admit it, but he did.

Falcoon - He may have been going after Godsmack, or the newest members of Corrupted in Styxx and Stonze.

Kissens - So, An ape, Styxx and Stonze have been the last three added?

Dunn - Yeaaah, we're doing great it seems.

Falcoon - Hey, give them a chance

Backstage, CJ walks into his office, where a rather large stranger to OWF audiences is sitting on a plush sofa, a beer in hand.

Prez CJ - Good to see you've made yourself comfortable Jack.

"Jack" - As always. So, have you considered my offer?

Prez CJ - It sounds reasonable enough, I scratch your back and you scratch mine and all that.

"Jack" - Of course it is, I keep guys like Williams and Steel out of your hair, and in return I get the chance to show up that piece of shit that abandoned your promotion.

"Jack" takes a swig of his beer before continuing.

"Jack" - Mardi Brawls should be a blast.

Prez CJ - I'm looking forward to seeing you back in action Mr. Sullivan.

Jack Sullivan - No, Mr. Johnson, you'll be looking forward to watching me win your company's Triple Crown. Now grab a beer, no sense in drinking alone, now is there?

Jack tosses a beer to CJ as the scene cuts to black.

Falcoon - That's five!

Dunn - Who is that guy?

Kissens - What's his name again?

Falcoon - His name is Jack Sullivan...He's the Owner of the NLW.

Dunn - Coooool.

Falcoon - So, now we only have two more left to debut!

Kissens - The last few I can't really comment on.

Dunn - I agree. The first three...Mr. Good, Tad O. Minor and Greg Jackson -- Pretty solid. But an Ape, Styxx, Stonze and Jack Sullivan?

Falcoon - Let's hope the last two are more impressive names.

The cameras fade in from black as we find ourselves in the parking lot where we see Jesse Williams waiting around. We hear footsteps but the camera won't turn to them.

Jesse Williams - You are really pushing it asking to meet me especially with you being-

??? - Not anymore. As of right now my job is take him out.

Williams - Bullshit you guys are tighter than a virgin on prom night. Get the hell out of here before I kick your ass.

??? - I'm serious Jesse. I'm here to knock some sense into him.

Williams - How?

??? - There is only one way to. I know how to do it.

Williams - And what is it you have to do to him?

??? - Break him.

Jeese's face is surprised at first but then he smiles.

Williams - I like it. You got yourself an partner- but just know I don't trust you. If you fuck up, I'm coming for you.

A red suited arm with black gloves comes on camera and shakes Jesse's hand.

Williams - Oh he is going to hate this.

??? - Yep.

The scene cuts back to ringside.

Falcoon - What the hell is that all about?

Dunn - I don't know, but Jesse is in the parking lot a lot.

Kissens - And he has many enemies.

Dunn - There's no doubt he saw what happened to Angel...Maybe he's planning revenge?

Falcoon - Who knows...We have to take a quick commercial break, folks.

LIVE! SUNDAY MARCH 30TH, 2008
FROM THE OHIO STATE UNIVERSITY CAMPUS IN COLUMBUS!

Famous by Puddle of Mudd hits and the fans instantly explode into loud boos as Chris Green appears on the OWF tron with his arm still in a sling.

Falcoon - This guy again?

Dunn - I figure when he got hurt he'd be off TV for a while.

Kissens - I bet our ratings just went up, though.

Falcoon - He has improved drastically.

Green - You guys felt you needed to know the update on my health. As we all know I make the OWF what it is today. Without me the ratings fall, people quit, people lose motivation etc...

Fans start to chant "Asshole asshole" repeatedly

Green - Nice to know that I am still respected here in Chi town. Gives me a warm feeling inside. Lets get to the update shall we? Per this 50 page doctor's report I am exactly 43% healthy now. My shoulder is feeling better and better by the minute. So before you know it? I will be back doing what I always do. Humiliating people, making kids cry, make every god damn one of you HATE ME. Cause if I am not hated then I am certainly not doing my job. I am sure that Godsmack and Piter Svoboda, along now with our newest members in Styxx and Stonze, will carry The Corrupted name with honor and respect.

OWF tron fades to static

Kissens - His injury did come at a good time for The Corrupted.

Falcoon - And now they're stronger than ever.

Dunn - Well, we'll see how strong they are after the Main Event.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event...It is a Cage Match for the OWF Triple Crown Championship. Either competitor can win by pin or submission, or by escaping the cage.

The fans cheer loudly.

Falcoon - The fans have all stuck around for this one.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first...He earned this match by winning the Triple Threat Match earlier in the night....Here is

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts...He is the OWF Triple Crown Champion, introducing Piter Svoboda!

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

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 midway down the ramp, listening to the fans boo him. He stares down at the steel, shaking his head, then resumes his sprint.

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

At ringside, he attempts to slap the hands of the front row fans, but with few exceptions they pull back in disgust. He shrugs again.

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.

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

He then retreats to his corner and awaits the match.

The cage is lowered around the ring. A few technicians on the outside fasten the corners of the cage to each other and to the turnbuckles in each corner. After a few seconds they give a thumbs up to the referee who calls for the bell.

Falcoon - Hey Steel is calling off the ref.

Dunn - He's reaching into his trenchcoat. He's pulling out a bottle of booze!

Kissens - A pre-show warm-up? I see Nick's influence is still here if he is not.

Trent opens the bottle and chugs some. He doesn't swallow and offers to Piter who flips him off. Trent nods his head and smirks as he spits the alcohol in Piter's face. Piter swings and sends Steel to the ground with a sharp left elbow. Piter grabs the booze and chucks into the side of the steel cage, shattering thee glass bottle and sending it's contents, along with shards of glass, out into the crowd.

Falcoon - And the match is starting!

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Piter reaches down into the pocket of his pants and pulls out a yellow container.

Dunn - BUT I THOUGHT HE QUIT! RELAPSE!

Kissens - It's lighter fluid, moron!

Piter flips open the top and beings to pour the entire contents out onto the head of Trent Steel. Trent grabs his eyes, yelling in pain as the fluid burns any open orafice it can get into.

Falcoon - What is that all about?

Kissens - I think he's gonna light a fire...

Dunn - Wrong! Piter isn't hardcore. He's probably doing it to prevent Trent from blowing fire in his face.

Falcoon - Wow...It's a wonder how you sucked so bad as a wrestler, yet seem to know so much.

Dunn - I know, It's a fucking shame.

Piter tosses the empty bottle over the cage and into the crowd. He reaches down, grabbing Steel by the hair and picking him up to his feet, only to level him with a sharp forearm. Steel then pulls himself up and charges at Piter, but he is able to avoid him and keep himself facing Steel. Trent become frustrated and runs at him once more and Svoboda hits the deck. Steel crashes face first into the cage and stumbles backwards. Svoboda rolls Trent up in a pin...1...2...kickout by Steel. Trent stands up immediately and nails a hard boot to the side of the face of Piter. Svoboda grabs onto the ropes, preventing his fall and Steel nails a hard elbow to Piter's exposed back which sends him down to the mat. Steel begins to feel signs of slowing down, so he walks towards the cage. Steel begins to climb up the steel wall, step by step. Svoboda eventually gets back up to his feet and he grabs a hold of the leg of Trent Steel, who barely made any progress up the side. Piter yanks Trent down from the side of the cage and flat onto his back in the middle of the ring. As soon as Trent hits, Piter begins to climb up the cage. He is climbing a bit quicker than Steel, but Trent is able to get up faster than Piter did. Steel runs up and climbs up the side of the cage as well, as Piter is out of his grasp. Svoboda attempts a few downward kicks at Steel as he climbs up, but Trent deflects most of them. The two men are at about the same height on the side of the cage and begin to trade shots.

Dunn - This is not where Piter wants to be!

Piter throws a right hand that misses over Trents left shoulder, which leaves him open to an attack. Steel takes his shot as he grabs Piter by the back of the head and slams him face first into the cage. Piter loses his grasp on the cage, but with his right hand he grabs onto the hair of Trent Steel and both men topple off the side of the cage down into the center of the ring. The fans cheer loudly for both men, having no investment in either of them. Piter is the first to stand up and, he goes right back to the side of the cage to climb. This time, Steel comes up behind him and picks Svoboda up onto his shoulder before falling backwards and nailing an electric chair drop on Svoboda. Piter holds his back in a lot of pain while Steel holds his midsection.

Dunn - I don't think Svoboda's injury to his back is fully healed.

Falcoon - He is favoring it a lot.

Neither man makes the move to get up to their feet as they both take a few seconds to recover. The fans grow impatient, but eventually both competitors show signs of movement. Steel inches over towards the ropes, hooking his elbow on the second rope and picking himself up to one knee. Right next to him, Piter Svoboda has grabbed both adjoining ropes in the corner to pick himself up to a kneeling position. Trent grabs a hold of the cage and begins to scale it slowly. Svoboda is on his feet and has begun to climb up the turnbuckle to climb out. Steel notices and he perches himself on the top rope. He jumps off and he crashes into Piter, who slams into the side of the cage as both men fall down into the ring once again. Neither of them are moving, just breathing heavily.

Kissens - This is crazy.

Falcoon - Poor Piter. He just wants out.

Dunn - But Steel has been so impressive.

Piter moves his arm first, reaching around to his back and holding it while Steel begins to push himself up to all fours. Piter rolls over onto his knees and grabs a hold of the ropes and begins to pull himself up when Steel comes from behind him and kicks out his legs from under him. As Piter hits the ground, Trent climbs upi the side of the cage. He begins to move a bit quicker than before. He grabs a hold of the top of the cage, but Piter is able to get up and grab a hold of his foot. He yanks Steel down and he gets crotched on the top rope. Svoboda jumps up and nails a dropkick to the face of Steel and the momentum slams his head into the cage. He falls off the ropes and falls down to the mat. Piter gets up to all fours and begins to breathe heavy. Steel lays face down, kicking his right leg up and down on the mat. Piter crawls over to the ropes and pulls himself up, then turns his back to the ropes and leans up against them to relax. Trent begins to crawl on his stomach towards the ropes, grabbing onto the bottom one and using it to pull himself up to a sitting position.

Dunn - Both men are extremely exhausted.

Kissens - This has been some night!

Falcoon - I agree, and it's not over yet.

Svoboda begins to hobble over to Steel, who is defenseless. Piter grabs him and lifts Trent up to his feet. He lifts him up with a suplex and quickly slams him down into a Falcon Arrow. He hooks Steel's leg...1...2..kickout! Piter pounds the mat and pushes himself up as he winces in pain. Steel holds his upper back as Svoboda reaches down and lifts Steel up to his feet once again. He lifts him up and slams him down with a scoop slam before he begins to walk towards the cage. Piter grabs a hold of it and begins to climb upwards as Steel gains his second wind and begins to climb up as well. He is a few steps behind Piter, who notices Steel behind him. He kicks down, but Steel avoids his strikes and catches up to Svoboda. Both men pull themselves up to the top of the cage and straddle it. They face each other and Piter swings a sharp elbow that connects with the forehead of Steel. Trent nearly falls to the floor, but Svoboda catches him. Trent hits Piter with a sharp uppercut out of nowhere that dazes Svoboda. Trent tries to climb down, but Piter grabs a hold of his hair and holds him up. He rears his head back and headbutts Steel who falls forward onto the top of the cage. Svoboda is dazed from the headbutt as well as he shakes his head. Steel pushes himself up and Svoboda throws a right forearm at Steel, but he catches it. Steel tosses Piter off the top off the cage and he crashes down onto his back in the middle of the ring.

Falcoon - HOLY CRAP!

Steel looks down and begins to climb down the side of the cage. He climbs a few feet down and drops down as the bell rings.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match and NEEEEWWW OWF TRIPLE CROWN CHAMPION TRENT STEEL!

Falcoon - He did it! Trent Steel has won The Triple Crown!

Dunn - Fucking hell.

Kissens - Yeah. Damn this is gonna piss everyone off in the back.

Trent goes over to the ring and goes under it coming up with a bottle of Jack Daniels. He cracks it open and starts chugging. Piter watches him and scowls as Trent looks up at him and smirks.

Trent Steel - Cheers bitch!

Trent starts walking up the ramp and disappears behind the curtain.

Dunn - Now he gets to face Angel at Campus Chaos!

Kissens - What a match!

The cage is lifted from around the ring when suddenly Godsmack runs down to the ring.

Falcoon - What is he doing here?

Soon after he begins walking down the ramp, Jesse Williams runs out to a thunderous applause.

Kissens - Jesse's here!

Jesse charges and tackles Godsmackfrom behind. He begins to unleash strike after strike to the back of Godsmack's head.

Falcoon - Jesse is unleashing hell on Godsmack to pay back for what the Corrupted did to Angel.

From the entrance ramp, Chris Green and the newest members in Styxx and Stonze run out. Both men pummel Jesse, knocking him off of Godsmack. Green directs them on as both men in the ring roll to the outside to recover.

Dunn - It's just a numbers game now.

Godsmack stands up and drags Jesse towards the ring. He slides him under the bottom rope as all four men, including Green, get in. Godsmack, Styxx and Stonze all lay into Williams with many boots. The fans boo heavily, chanting for Angel.

Kissens - I don't think he's in any condition to save Jesse.

Suddenly a figure runs out from the entrance ramp.

Dunn - Who the hell is that!

The man is running too fast for anyone to see who he is, but he slides under the bottom rope and takes out Styxx with a spear. When he stands up, he reveals himself...

Falcoon - IT'S SHYNE!

Kissens - Shyne is number eight!

Dunn - And he's helping Jesse!

The fans go nuts as Shyne turns and decks Stonze, but out of nowhere he is attacked from behind by Godsmack. Shyne is able to fight back and push Godsmack up against the ropes. He irish whips him, but Godsmack reverses and tosses Shyne into the opposite ropes. He bounces back and he leap frogs Godsmack, when Shyne bounces back his foot his grabbed by Chris Green and Godsmack spears Shyne nearly in half.

Falcoon - MY GOD!

Dunn - The Corrupted is too strong.

Styxx and Stonze get up and all begin to lay into Shyne now, with them every so often laying a boot into Jesse's head. The fans boo intently as Godsmack begins to flip them off.

PA System - Just Call Me A Livin' Legend In The Game...

Dunn - What the hell...

The lights turn black as I'm Bad by Tum Tum hits the speakers. The lights remain off as the music continues to play, while the fans are going nuts.

Falcoon - I can't see a damn thing!

Kissens - What's going on?!

The lights turn back on.

Falcoon - OH MY GOD!

Kissens - That isn't....It can't be...

Dunn - HE SAID HE'D NEVER BE BACK!

Michael Carrington, better known as Silkk, stands in the ring as the fans are shaking the foundation of the arena.

Falcoon - SILKK IS HERE!

Chants of "Silkk! Silkk!" are heard loudly as the music dies out. Styxx charges him and attempts a dropkick, but Silkk grabs him in a wheelbarrel hold. He flips him over and furiously slam's Styxx's head into the mat.

Falcoon - OOOOOOH CARRINGTON FEVER!

Stonze gets up and looks to charge, but Shyne catches him and drives him down to the mat with a huge spinebuster. Godsmack retreats from the ring, leaving Green alone with Silkk, Shyne and Jesse. Chris Green looks to run, but instead, Silkk clotheslines him over the top rope and to the floor as the fans go nuts. Green stands up, holding his arm as all the members of Corrupted retreat backstage.

Dunn - They met their match tonight!

Kissens - I can't believe Silkk and Shyne are back!

The fans are chanting for both Silkk and Shyne as they stand tall in the ring. Williams slowly gets up to his feet and looks at the two men. They all start jawing in the middle of the ring.

Falcoon - They're gonna go at it!

Dunn - What a huge night...We have a new Triple Crown Champion! We have nine new wrestlers!

Kissens - ANd, we're out of time!

Dunn - Don't cut away now!

Falcoon - WHAT A HUGE NIGHT! GOODNIGHT! SEE YOU AT CAMPUS CHAOS!