Xavier Knight and Tony Star wrestled to a draw

The scene starts off, immediately with Presidents Diamond Kid and Chase Johnson in the middle of the ring. They both are wearing suits, for what seems to be a special occasion. The fans cheer both men loudly.

Prez CJ - Thank you, thank you.

Prez DK - As all of you know, August 6th is our nine-year anniversary. We are celebrating it at Blood Bath '07 this Sunday.

Prez CJ - We extended invitations to two of our greatest legends. Both Hall of Famers, to wrestle in a one-time only match.

The fans cheer loudly.

Prez DK - We would like to bring them out right now.

Prez CJ - First, he is a former OWF World Champion. He is a face you will all recognize, please welcome...."THE BOUT IT ONE" SILKK!

Falcoon - No way!

Silkk emerges from the back, as the fans explode into chants of "Silkk! Silkk!" as he looks out to the crowd.

Kissens - Silkk is back in an OWF arena!

Burst - I never thought I'd see the day.

He walks down the ramp, then the aisle as he slaps the extended hands of the fans. He slides into the ring, stands up and poses as the fans are cheering loudly for his return. He turns, and shakes hands with Chase, then stares at DK. He extends his hand, and DK shakes it as the fans nearly tear the roof off the buildling.

Falcoon - I wonder who he is facing!

Prez CJ - You take the next one..

Prez DK - His opponent, also a former OWF World Champion. Engaging with some of the most memorable fueds in the history of the OWF...a man Jesse Williams will surely not be happy to hear..

Burst - Who?!

Prez DK - Jake Starr, better known here as JUSTIN HALESZ!

Burst - HAHAHA! YES!

Halesz, known now as Jake Starr walks out from the back, the fans don't know how to react. Some are cheering, some are booing. Regardless, he walks down the aisle, getting into a jog and slides into the ring, getting into an immediate staredown with Silkk. The fans are going nuts now as the two are talking shit to each other. Jake pushes Silkk, and Silkk strikes him with a few rights.

Kissens - These two aren't waiting until Blood Bath!

Security rushes to the ring as the two legends strike back and forth at each other. Security pulls the men apart, seperating them as they try to get at each other, but they are both escorted to the back.

Falcoon - What a huge match! Silkk versus Jake Starr, a-k-a Halesz. I can't wait!

Burst - Yeah, that should be a huge match!

Falcoon - Anyways, WELCOME OWF FANS! AHOOOO!

Kissens - God, that's annoying.

Falcoon - I forgot you were here.

Burst - Ugh, we're here live from the Key Arena in Seattle, Washington and we are a mere six days away from our nine-year anniversary, our sixth ever Bloodbath Pay-Per-View!

Kissens - The card is shapiing up to be a huge one!

Burst - Don't forget, President Chase Johnson has a huge announcement tonight for Angel concerning the Pay Per View. I can't wait!

Falcoon - We don't have anytime to waste, lets go to Missy Janson, it's time for our first match!

Missy Janson - Our first match tonight is a WoW match, coming to the ring first, Taraaaa Headoff!

"The Game" by Disturbed plays over the PA System and Tara is shown at the top of the crowd, a spot light shines on her with a kendo stick in her hand held above her head. Suddenly she smashes the kendo stick across her forehead then runs through the crowd to the ring.

Burst - Freak..

Missy Janson - And her opponent, making her return to the OWF...AnaStaaaasia!!

The arena goes dim, only a red strobe light flickers towards the entrance. The chords to "The Fragile" begin.

"She shines
in a world full of ugliness
she matters
when everything is meaningless"

A downpour of single-stemmed red roses begins from the rafters covering the entire arena.

"fragile
she doesn't see her beauty
she tries to get away sometimes
it's just that nothing seems worth saving
I can't watch her slip away
I WONT LET YOU FALL APART"

Anastasia emerges slowly from the curtain dressed in a pair of razor-cut denim jeans, a black tank top and black thigh-high boots and carrying a single stemmed red rose in her left hand while walking to the ring.

she reads the minds of all the people as they pass her by
hoping someone can see
if I could fix myself I'd -
but it's too late for me
I WONT LET YOU FALL APART

Anastasia steps onto the apron with the rose between her teeth, she stands gazing blankly to the crowd.

We'll find the perfect place to go where we can run and hide
I'll build a wall and we can keep them on the other side
...but they keep waiting
...and picking...

Taking the rose into her hand, Anastasia places the flower to her ebony colored lips kisses each peddle.

it's something I have to do
I was there, too
before everything else
I WAS LIKE YOU

Anastasia tosses the rose into the crowd and awaits her opponent.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Tara drops to the mat upon the bell ringing, she rolls out of the ring and grabs her kendo stick she sat at ringside.

Falcoon - She'll swing and break her own neck.

Burst - Yeeeeahh... She's dumb.

Tara points up at Ana and screams out something.. Just then Alexis Cage jumps over the guard rail behind Tara and cracks her in the head with a kendo stick of her own! The fans boo Alexis as she drops the stick and tosses Tara into the ring. Ana stares down Alexis, the crowd grows restless as Alexis back tracks up the ramp. "You're-a-whor-a!" The crowd chants to Alexis. She flips them off the disappears behind the curtain.

Falcoon - A little revenge from Alexis Cage for last week!

Ana picks up Tara up and tosses her into the turnbuckle by her neck. Tara holds her throat, gasping for breath.. Ana steps back then runs towards Tara.. Stinger splash in the corner! Ana grabs Tara by the back of the head before she can fall to the mat.. She pushes Tara back into the turnbuckle then lifts her onto the top rope... Ana climbs up with her. The crowd slowly rises and camera's flash around the arena as Ana hooks Tara's head under her arm... Ana drops off with Tara hooked... Salvation In Suicide! Ana makes the pin without hooking the leg... 1...2...3!

Falcoon - It's too easy for this woman!

Missy Janson - Here is your winner... AnaSatsia!

Ana heads up the ramp, her mind apparently somewhere else.. Just as she reaches the stage the lights die. The arena is black for about 3 seconds.. Suddenly a spotlight shines up to above the OWF-Tron. Alexis Cage is sitting hunched down inside of the letter "O". She leaps down, tackling Ana! The lights pop back on and the two women roll down the ramp together, exchanging fists as they go!

Burst - Christ! Someone show some nip or something!

They reach the bottom of the ramp, right by the ring.. Ana is on top of Alexis, punching her in the face over and over. Alexis reaches back and feels the Kendo stick she left earlier, she brings it up quickly and smacks Ana in the ear with it! Ana's ear is instantly bloody! Alexis swings again and with an echoing "CRACK" Ana falls over.

Falcoon - That was a knock out shot by Alexis!

Burst - Yeah Ana will be pulling spliters outta her forehead for a while!

Alexis pushes Ana's lifeless body off her and stands up over her.. "CRACK!" A shot to the nose breaks the end of the stick. Alexis holds the stick up and the fans continue to boo her.

Falcoon - Alexis has become a ruthless bitch!

Kissens - I like this! In fact.. I love the new Alexis Cage! This is just what she needed!

Burst - I'll agree, getting rid of Jesse was the smartest thing shes done!

Alexis makes her way to the back. The EMT's bring down a stretcher for Ana.. The EMT's carefully begin to pick Ana up, suddenly Ana wakes up and bites one of the paramedic's arms. The man screams as she staggers up to her feet, stumbling backwards from the concushion.. She points up to the top of the ramp at Alexis while holding her nose.

Falcoon - How the hell can she stand up?

Kissens - She won't be for long if she keeps pointing at Alexis like that!

Alexis grins and heads to the back.

The shot moves to the locker room of "The Hellacious One" Draco. He is already in his ring gear and is pacing back and forth. His cell phone is pressed against his ear. He seems to be on the phone with the man that he told would be his partner last week.

Draco - Don't try. Seriously, this match is not far off.

Draco stops for a moment nodding and rolling his eyes.

Draco - Fuck traffic. Find a way or Imperium isn't going to make it easy on me. Just come out and I will make arrangements.

Draco pauses once again as the man on the other end is heard speaking, but nothing could be made out.

Draco - Yes, music and all. I will go set it up now. You want "My Girlfriend's Girlfriend" by Type O Negative still?

A short pause this time. Must be just a yes or no answer.

Draco - Yeah. It will be good to see the looks on their faces. Adios amigo.

Draco hangs up his cell phone and leans against the wall with a smirk. The scene switches back to the announcers' table.

Falcoon - Draco is bringing in some reinforcements. AHOOOOOOOO!

Burst - An old friend that goes to goth music. Oh no!

Falcoon - What? More whiny bitches in OWF?

Burst - Cas-a-what's-his-name. The one that teamed with Draco before. The vampire.

Falcoon - If that's the case it looks like Imperium is going to be hurting tonight.

Kissens - Quick reminder before our next match, OWF and WoW Present Blood Bath 2007! It comes to you live, this Sunday August 6th, order now on your local pay-per-view provider!

Burst - I can't believe I've been in this shit hole for nine years.

Kissens - Hahaha, that sucks!

Missy Janson - The next match is for the OWF Lillyass Championship, coming to the ring first...Shannon Winters!

Her music hits as she walks out from the back. The fans hardly give her a responce as she puts her head down and jogs to the ring. She slides in and bounces off the ropes, getting ready for her opponent.

Missy Janson - And her opponent, the current Lillyass Champion...He is The American Draco...James Dunn!

A guitar solo rocks the PA system. Spotlights flood the stage and rustling moves the curtain. The drums kick in and whispers crackle the pa system.

PA System - I'ma supaman. I wanna be your superman... I'ma supaman.. I wanna be your superman! I'mmmmm travelin on now... I'm makin plans now... COCAINE! ALOCHOL! LADY LAY! WITHDRAW!

"Superhuman" by Velvet Revolver attacks the pa system and the fans leap to their feet as the famous ballad plays on. James Dunn steps out from behind the curtain at the end of the first chorus and throws his arms into the air. He struts down to ringside slapping a few hands on the way.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

A small group of fans in the front row begin to clap and a chant of "DUNN DUNN DUNN DUNN" James Dunn turns and gives a thumbs up, Shannon Winters takes him off guard with an elbow strike to the side head! Dunn falls back into the ropes, Winters grabs him by the arm and slings him to the other side of the ring, Dunn bounces off and leaps into the air for a cross body block, Winters leaps up and dropkicks him in the stomach in mid air, sending Dunn crashing to the mat! Dunn rolls around holding his stomach as Winters rises to her feet. She takes a step back then delivers a hard kick to Dunn's midsection before lifting him up to his knees.. Dunn immediantly goes for a low blow attempt!

Burst - Hey MOOOO-RON! She's a chick!

Falcoon - Greg Jackson invented the Low Blow!

Burst - Yeah.. He AND Toby Wilks!

Falcoon - Mannn.. Thats... Man.

Kissens - THE MAN IS DEAD! That's horrible!

Burst - .....Meh..... shut up slut.

Winters dives foreward and headbutts him! Dunn falls to the mat and Shannon covers.. 1...2.. Dunn kicks out! Shannon rolls off Dunn and climbs to her feet.. She stalks over Dunn, waiting for him to get to his feet. Just as he does, he turns into a kick to the stomach followed by a Shannon Stunner! He flops on the mat and Shannon makes the pin 1...2...3!

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen.. Your loser and STILLLLL OWF LILLYASS CHAMPION..... JAMES DUNN!

Falcoon - So, he keeps the belt?

Burst - Yeah, I think so!

Kissens - Oh whatever!

The scene drifts inside of a dark room. Angel sits on one side of a long folding table with a cup of coffee next to him. His hands are cupped together and placed ontop of the table. He looks around nervously as two men in black suits pace in front of him. A door to Angel's right suddenly open, allowing a burst of light from the hallway to enchant the room. Another man with dressed in a black suit presents himself, showing his badge and laying down a file on the table.

Officer Jenkins - Angel, I'm officer Jenkins. You two...

The officer says pointing to the men behind him.

Officer Jenkins - You're both dismissed.

The men obey and leave the room silently. Officer Jenkins takes a seat on the edge of the table and looks down to Angel.

Officer Jenkins - Sir I understand you've had a problem with someone stalking you as of late.

Angel - Thats right. It started about 6 weeks ago or so.

Officer Jenkins - I see.. Well Angel, we've gathered a group of possible suspects. That's why we called you in here today. We've set up a lineup and would like you to take a look at these folks, see if you notice any of them.

Angel - Sure.

The officer leans forward and flips on a switch. A large two way mirror lights up and the suspects stand on the other side. Each of them are dressed in the same apparel, a long black robe with a hood barely covering their faces. Angel chuckles because each of them are easily noticable. The first man is OWF President Diamond Kid, to his right stands OWF President Chase Johnson, as the camera hits Chase he smiles and waves wildly. Next stands Aphrodisia Jordan with a pissed off look on her face, next to her is Trent Steel with a cigarette in his mouth, next to him stands James Dunn.

Angel - Hummmm....

Trent nudges Dunn, Dunn turns and with a smirk Trent hands Dunn the LillyAss title. Dunn's face goes blank as Trent laughs under his breath. Dunn accepts it then shakes his head in shame as he grips it in his hand. The last man in the line up is Jesse Williams.

Angel - Well... He wasn't Mexican so #6 is out.

The officer grabs a mic and pushes a button.

Officer Jenkins - #6.. You are dismissed.

Jesse holds up his arms and looks confused. Prez CJ chuckles as Prez DK mumbles "Spic" just loud enough for Jesse to hear it. Jesse turns to DK and flips him off silently, then pivots back to face the mirror and flips off Angel before grabbing the hem of the robe and storming out of the room.

Angel - Can you tell CJ... Err I mean #2 to quack like a duck?

Officer Jenkins - #2.. Step forward.

Prez CJ reaches over and slaps DK in the nuts. DK doubles over as CJ laughs then steps forward.

Officer Jenkins - #2 Please Quack like a duck.

CJ places both hands over his crotch before speaking.

Prez CJ - I uh...can't.

Officer Jenkins - Why is that?

Prez CJ - I had a bad experience with ducks.

Officer Jenkins - #2 you will quack like a duck. #5 Please step forward and show #2 how to quack.

Dunn takes a step forward, dragging his LillyAss title.

Dunn - Quack!

Prez CJ - NO DAFFY! DON'T TOUCH ME THERE!! AH GAWD NO!

CJ screams and covers his eyes.

Officer Jenkins - #2....

CJ looks up and smiles.

Prez CJ - Oh I'm just kiddin guys! HA!

CJ shrugs...

Prez CJ - QUACK!..?

Angel - Can you make #3 say the following...

Angel writes it down on a piece of paper, folds it then hands it to the officer. The Officer unfolds it and reads it over the mic.

Officer Jenkins - #3 step forward..

Aphrodisia bites down on her jaw and steps forward.

Officer Jenkins - #3 please say the following... "Angel is the supreme ruler of the world, I am madly in love with him, I want him so bad.... Meow."

Aphrodisia Jordan - I'm... I'm not sayin that.

Angel - Ugh fine... Make #1 pass gass please.

Officer Jenkins - #3 step back. #1 step forward...

DK begins to take a step when CJ reaches over and hits him in the nuts for the second time. DK gives a "UGGG" sound as he doubles over.

Prez CJ - HAHA! OHHHHH!

Angel - HAHAHAHA! Nevermind.... Can you have #4 and #5 hug for me?

Officer Jenkins - #4 and #5, step forward and hug.

Dunn and Steel step forward then look at each other oddly... Dunn comes in at 90, but Steel doesn't give an inch. Dunn standing in hugging position. Finally Steel reaches over and shoves Dunn off the platform.

Angel - One more thing.. Just say "Hey DK" over the mic please.

Officer Jenkins - "HEY DK"

DK looks at the mirror and shrugs while yelling..

Prez DK - WHAT?!

Angel pushes the officer out of the way and grabs the mic..

Angel - EAT SHIT! HAHAHAHA!

Officer Jenkins - ...

Angel - Well... None of them look familiar.

Angel smirks as he stands up and grabs his jacket from behind the chair.

Angel - Thanks Officer Jenkins.. And hey! Let me know if anything turns up alright!?

Angel pats the officer on the shoulder and exits the room with a devilish smile.

We go to the back, where we see James Dunn walking, holding the Lillyass Title on his shoulder.

Dunn - I gotta go talk to CJ and DK, this belt sucks.

He sets his eyes on their office, which the door is opened just slightly. He walks to the door, knocking on it, but getting no responce.

Dunn - Knock, knock. Anybody home?

Dunn pushes the door open to find the office in absolute distress. The desk is flipped over, and laying on top of a body and in the corner we see Prez CJ propped up against the bookcase, bleeding heavily. It is determined that DK is the man under the desk.

Falcoon - OH MY GOD!

Burst - Our owners are...they're...

Falcoon - Not in good shape.

Dunn immediately runs out, as he nearly trips over the fallen lamp shade.

Dunn - EMT'S! HELP! WE NEED HELP IN HERE! SCOTT AND CHASE ARE HURT!

Immediately, a team of EMT's rushes into the room as Dunn pushes the desk off of DK. He is bleeding just as bad as CJ.

Kissens - Who would do this?

Burst - I'll tell you who!

They pause for a second.

Falcoon - WHO!?

Burst - With an attitude like that, I'm not telling!

The EMT's take care of CJ and DK as we go back to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - Folks, right now the OWF does not have a President to run operations.

Burst - Well, I've just been informed that President Morningrod has been put in charge in place of CJ and DK, on an interim basis.

Falcoon - Great, she's been here like what...a week?

Burst - What i'm more upset about, is CJ can't announce his big announcement now!

Kissens - So, do you think Angel was behind it?

Falcoon - Imperium always is.

Burst - No, I think it was the mexican!

Falcoon - Oh shut it, it's time for the next match, the Shot at the Network Title Battle Royal.

Kissens - As usual, all the competitors are in the ring.

Missy Janson - This match is for a shot at the Network Title at Blood Bath. It is a Over the Top Rope Elimination Battle Royal!

James Dunn runs down to the ring, joining the rest of the competitors finally.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Dunn slides into the ring, running for Rage, he sidesteps James and tosses him right over the top rope to the floor.

Missy Janson - James Dunn has been eliminated!

Burst - Well, there goes my pick.

Falcoon - Seriously?

Burst - Hell no!

MVP and Mucho Graso tie up, pushing each other around the ring. Curtis Williams gets taken down with a clothesline from Paranoia, while Colton Hurst and Rage go after Steel. MVP is trying to push Graso over the top rope, but he isn't budging. Then from behind, Ali Khadafi is able to dump both men over before being taken down to the mat by Rage with a shoulder block.

Missy Janson - MVP and Mucho Grasa have been eliminated!

Kissens - And just like that we're down to six!

Just then, Curtis Williams is taken over the top rope by Paranoia with a huge boot to the face.

Kissens - Make that five!

Missy Janson - Curtis Williams has been eliminated!

Rage immediately goes after Paranoia, taking him down with a double axe-handle to the back of the head. Steel and Khadafi are going at it, strike for strike when suddenly Hurst takes out Steel's knee. Ali and Colton start to stomp on Steel, when out of nowhere Khadafi sidekicks Hurst, sending him flipping over the ropes and crashing to the apron. He doesn't hit the floor, but then out of nowhere, Ali jumps into the air and nails a stiff dropkick right to the back of his head, knocking him to the ground; eliminating him.

Missy Janson - Colton Hurst has been eliminated!

Burst - Now we're getting down to the nitty gritty!

Steel stands up, charging at Ali and slamming him into the corner. Rage and Paranoia fight back and forth, neither man giving an inch. Rage pushes Paranoia up against the ropes, and clotheslines him over. Paranoia is able to grab on to the top rope, and flip himself back over into the ring. As soon as he does though, he is double arm clotheslined by Rage over the top rope and Paranoia goes crashing down on to the steel steps on the outside.

Missy Janson - Paranoia has been eliminated!

Falcoon - He is not gonna be happy about that!

Rage stands, staring across the ring as Steel inches Ali over the top rope. Ali is almost out of the ring as the fans are booing loudly. Rage suddenly comes up behind Steel, tossing him over the top rope as he hits the floor as Ali slides into the ring.

Missy Janson - Trent Steel is eliminated!

Burst - Only two left.

Ali stands up, throwing rights and lefts at Rage. He staggers backwards, leaning up against the ropes. Ali rears back, attempting a clothesline, but Rage catches him. He pushes Ali across the ring and when Ali stands up, he is taken down with a thunderous clothesline. Rage screams loudly as he reaches down, picking up Ali by the back of his shirt. He swings him around a few times, and then heads for the ropes to toss Khadafi over. Ali puts on the brakes, as Rage's momentum pulls the shirt over the head of Ali as Rage flips over the top rope himself and lands on the floor.

Missy Janson - Your winner, and going on to face Plague at Blood Bath....Ali Khaaaaadafi!

Burst - Impressive victory!

Kissens - I gotta agree, he could sure give Plague a run for his money.

We cut backstage, where we seeAnastasia unknowingly bumps into Colton Hurst. His back is turned towards her upon impact, though as soon as she realizes its him and he slowly turns, she quickly hides her face from him, excusing herself and walking away. His eyes shift towards her nicely formed ass and replies.

Colton - No Worries.

Though under his breath he mumbles to himself.

Colton - That is one weird Chick.

He follows her movement until she reaches her dressing room, closing the door as she steps inside. He steps foward gazing upon the name.

Colton - AnaStasia?

The camera pans around as we see Ali Khadafi walking around backstage after his win in the battle royal. He suddenly is bumped into by a figure. We see that it is Plague.

Plague - Congratulations on your victory.

Plague smirks cockily at him.

Plague - Just know that I'm going to tear your head off at Blood Bath..

Plague starts to walk away.

Plague - And there ain't a damn thing you can do about it!

We switch back to a view of the announcers.

Falcoon - What was that all about..

Burst - I really have no idea.

PA System - NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER!

"Memphis Will Be Laid to Waste" by Norma Jean hits the speakers and Jesse Williams walks out from the back. He has an ever cocky look on his face and laughs as he strolls down to the ring.

Falcoon - Looks like Jesse is here tonight.

Burst - Greaaaat.

He slides into the ring under the bottom rope, grabbing a microphone from Missy Janson. The music cuts as he looks out to the fans. They cheer him loudly, before dying out to hear what he has to say.

Williams - Basically, I came to the arena tonight to discuss a few things I had on my mind. I'm talking a little trash tonight, because I have to clarify the positions of a few people right now.

"ALEXIS CA-AGE . . . IS A WH-HORE!" chant starts up.

Williams - Yeah, let's start there. See, a few months ago I made the biggest mistake of my life by sticking around with this psychotic bitch. Honestly, do you think I give a shit whether she likes me or not? I haven't touched that broad in months, except for what I had to show on television.

Burst - Sounds like some straight shooting, if you know what I mean.

Kissens - I don't.

Falcoon - Shut up.

Williams - So let's get one thing clear. Alexis Cage, who paid for your multiple trips to clinic after clinic? Jesus christ, you're in and out of rehab more than Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears combined. Are they like, your heroes or something? Personally, I find it pathetic that you leetched onto me for so long and at the drop of a hat you and your boy toy Kaige can cost me my Network Title. The only reason I ever gave a shit was because you had my baby inside of you, but that didn't work out too well.

The fans are dead silent, as they know Jesse is talking from the heart.

Williams - Oh, don't worry, I'm not upset. See, when I lost my first child, it felt like my fault cause my fiancee was driving to see me when it happened. Alexis probably overdosed, had a miscarriage, hell maybe she aborted. Who knows. I don't really care, I don't take it hard. Hell, If I found out that the baby was Kaige's, or that it was someone elses, it wouldn't be too much of a hurt. I don't give a shit about Alexis enough to care about any sort of personal attack her or Kaige will attempt on me. So Alexis, I know you're watching. You will pay dearly for your mistakes in the ring, I saved you from Eclipse when she was hunting you down and this is how you repay me? No, it doesn't work that way. Every time you see me walking around, you better run in the other direction. Same goes for Kaige...

The fans boo loudly.

Williams - Yeah yeah, don't waste it on him. He's the biggest shit talker in the game. Figures he's a student of CHRIS "BY GOD" GREEN!!!!!! Right? He has so much to say prior the match, but once it comes time to throw down, he chokes. I won't go on and on about him, I'll keep it simple. If we ever tango in this ring Kaige, you will not be walking out of it.

The fans cheer very loudly for their Franchise.

Falcoon - Listen to the fans getting behind him.

Burst - Pfttt who cares!

Williams - Now, I could mope about losing the Network Title, but in the end it wasn't worth it. Enjoy it Plague. See, I had my eyes set on a higher prize. The World Title. I requested my shot at Bloodbath, and was told it would be happening. So I look at the card, and what do I see...I see Grim against Angel for the belt. Who the fuck is Grim?

The fans laugh.

Williams - Seriously, except for a few cheap shot attacks with the lights out, he hasn't done anything to earn a shot. See, CJ said he has an announcement to make but now he won't...

Just then, from down the aisle walks local Police officers. About a dozen form a group and make their way to the ring. Following behind is Angel, who holds a microphone. The fans boo loudly.

Angel - Yeah, that's him!

Falcoon - What the hell is this?

The police officers get into the ring one by one, surrounding Jesse as Angel stands on the outside, barking orders.

Angel - I saw him walk out of the office minutes before James found them!

Williams - What are you talking about?

An officer grabs a microphone from Missy Janson.

Officer - Jesse Williams, you are under arrest for two counts of assault and battery, and assault with a deadly weapon.

The fans start to boo.

Kissens - You've got to be kidding me!!

Falcoon - Angel is taking out anybody who opposes him.

Williams - You're joking, right?

Officer - I'm afraid not sir, please put your hands behind your back.

Williams drops the microphone, holding his hands firmly infront of him. Looking as if he wants to start a fight, his hands start to shake.

Angel - Look at him, he's roid raging!

Falcoon - Oh shut up!

Williams turns around, and puts his hands behind his back as he is handcuffed in the middle of the ring. The fans are booing loudly, as Angel is getting pelted with garbage. They escort him out of the ring and up the aisle as Williams has a sick smile on his face. He keeps looking for Angel, but he stays far away from Jesse. Williams gets taken through the back, to a waiting police car. He is put into the backseat, the door is closed and the black-and-white goes off with it's lights flashing and siren blasting.

Burst - Haha! The mexican is going to jail!

Falcoon - I don't believe Jesse did it!

Burst - Angel said so, so it must be true!

Kissens - Yeah, suuuuure.

We cut backstage where all you can see is a big white door. A petite hand reaches forward and taps on it three times.. A voice from inside replies back...

Voice - Scram! I'm busy!

The hand reaches out a second time and knocks again. This time it's followed by a cleaverly disguised voice, it almost sounds like a sweedish accent.

Knocker - TOOWWWEL GIIIRL!

You hear a scattering in the room before the man inside replies.

Voice - I don't need any towels!

The hand comes forward again and knocks....

Voice - God fuckin.... I SAID..

The door swings open with force as Seraph yells at thin air..

Seraph - I DON'T NEED ANY T.....

Seraph stands confused with one boot on and the other laying on the floor behind him. He looks around but spots no one... He takes a step out of the room and looks around. Suddenly from above a blur drops down ontop of him!

Falcoon - Holy shit! That's Aphrodisia!

Burst - How the fuck did she stick to the ceiling?

Kissens - It's one of those things that make you say.. "Humm?"

Burst - Yeah... Or... "Bull Shit."

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

A referee comes from around the corner as Uncle Bo rings the bell. Aph leaps off Seraph and throws down the PDA title. She runs towards the wall and takes 5 steps up the wall before flipping backwards and landing a hellacious moonsault! She hooks his lef after hitting the move and the ref counts.. 1... Seraph kicks out with force.

Falcoon - The man is bootless!

Kissens - He's got one boot on. Technically he's only half bootless.

Falcoon - So a Canadian would say.. He's a-boot bootless!

Burst - Uggghhh....

Seraph hobbles up on one foot and tries to crawl into his dressing room, Aph kicks him in the shin then pushes the much bigger man against the door frame. She runs past him, but he grabs her leg, tripping her and sending her face first to the floor!

Falcoon - OHHH HO HO! OUCH! ... EWWW... OUCH!

Kissens - Right on the chin!

Burst - I bet you say that to all the guys Jackie.

Falcoon - OH! SNAPPPP!!

Seraph stumbles over her and scoops up his boot, Aph pushes herself up quickly not even wiping the blood from her busted open chin. Seraph hops on one leg as he tries to slip his boot on.. Aph jumps on Seraph's back using her nails to sink into his skin, she hang ons as he tries to shake her off. She pulls herself onto his shoulders then pulls backwards with all her weight in a reverse hurricanronna! It flips Seraph outta his half on boot.

Falcoon - What the hell kinda move is that?

Kissens - It's called Stabbed in the Back. Sheesh you're the worst play by play ever!

Both of them lay on the floor, feeling the impact from the move. Seraph reaches over for his boot, but Aph is too quick for him, she scoops it up and smacks him in the lips with the heel of it!

Falcoon - She's beating him with his own freakin boot!

Burst - This is fuckin horrible.

Aph throws the boot across the room and walks over to the small coffee table in the middle of the room, she grabs it up, but before she can plan out her move Seraph is back on his feet. She chunks the table at him, but he dodges it and it breaks into pieces. Aph runs towards the sofa and leaps off the floor onto the back of the sofa.. She spings off it in a head scissors attempt, but Seraph catches her legs. Seraph pulls her up to him, in a powerbomb position.. He walks with her held on his shoulders across the room, she reaches down and drags her nails into his forehead.. Finally he reaches a small glass end table in the corner. He drops Aph with force and the glass shatters all around her. Both competitors bloody, Seraph lowers his head with a sigh and walks over to his boot.

Burst - What the fuck is this moron doing? He has the chance to win the PDA title and insted he's gonna put his boot on!?

Falcoon - It's frusteration showing. He's been workin on putting that boot all since before this match began!

Kissens - PUT IT ON! DO IT!

Falcoon - Yeah I kinda feel like it's more important for him to put it on then pin her!

Kissens - Me too! DO IT! He's got the boot!

Seraph picks up the boot and plops down on the sofa..

Falcoon - SLIP IT ON!

Kissens - HES GOT IT!

Falcoon - TIE THAT SON OF A BITCH! YOU GOT IT NOW! ONE..... MORE... LOOP!

Burst - ENOUGH! .....Christ...

Falcoon - Sheesh.

Burst - Christ,

Falcoon - Who invited Buzz Killington to the party?

Kissens - HAHAHAAHA! Buzz Killington! That's GRRRRREAT!

Burst - Fuck you both.

Seraph double knots the lace then admires it with pride.. To his suprise the sofa suddenly flips backwards! He's hung upside down! Aph pops up with a sick smile. She steps ontop of his shoulders and holds his legs in place.. The ref is reclutant to count but finally sees that the shoulders are down.. 1...2...3!

Missy Janson - Here is your winner and STILL Public Display of Aggression Champion.... Aphrodisia Jordan!

We immediately cut to another place backstage, where we see Garrett Green standing alone.

Garrett Greene - That's right guys, I was told by OWF president Chase Johnson to stand in this very spot if I wanted the opportunity to deliver the most exciting interview in OWF history.

Falcoon - I think you were decieved... Ahooo!

An unidentified man in a lonwhite trenchcoat, with a top hat lowered over his face appears behind Greene.

Burst - Holy shit!!!

Kissens - Hello man in white...

Greene - Guys...Guys... I can't hear you out there...What's goinon?

Garrett taps his ear bud to no avail.

Falcoon - That's... That's....

The man lifts his eyes, smiles, and taps Greene on the shoulder. Greene turns to face the man and falls over in shock.

James Caine - James Caine, and you are...

Caine helps Greene to his feet.

Greene - Garrett Greene... Holy shit... James Caine...

James Caine - That's my name, don't wear it out, or I might make you buy me a new one.

Greene - This must've been what CJ was talkinabout.

Caine - It's exactly what he was talkinabout. Now Garrett are you ready to give the most exciting interview in OWF history?

Greene - I'm unprepared... I don't know what to say, or ask....how about an autograph?

Caine - Next question Greene.

Greene - Alright, maybe when we're finished... uh, um... uh...

Caine - Why not start with how have I been...

Greene - Alright, how've you been?

Caine - How've I been? How've I Been? Lemme tell you about how I've BEEN....I've been sittinon my ass for a fuckinmonth! That's how I've been...And that's just for starters! The entire month I've been out of action due to my own recklessness people have been goinaround here running my name into the ground.

Greene - Well any thoughts on where you go from here?

Caine - Where I go from here? You see I like to prioritize things, and I've got my priorities all nice and straight. From the top down. Some people might call it a hit list... I call it another day at the office.

Greene - Oooh A hit list? Any way OWF could get some ideas as to who's on that list?

Caine - First and foremost... my former comrade Kaige who seems to be a little light in the shorts and loose in the jaw. The little boy still holds a grudge because I beat his ass, or something. I'm not really sure what his problem is... The fact of the matter is the kid had the balls to kick me when I was down. He'll be spared no quarter when we meet.

Greene - Wait...I'm confused weren't the two of you friends?

Caine - HELL NO! I thought Kaige and I shared a common interest, but apparently that man can only think of himself, and if that's how it is, then that's just how its gointo be. He can think of himself all he wants... He can sit there and think, and think, and think after I kick his ass for the second time about how it's all his fault.

Kissens - He sounds angry...

Burst - Of course he does... He has every right to be, Corbin Kaige did just like he says he did... Kicked him when he was down...

Falcoon - Oh yea sure he did.

Burst - Scissor kicked him to be exact.... You were there Falcoon...

Falcoon - I was?

Kissens - Wow... you two are retarded....

Greene - The last time we seen you, you were vieing for the World title... Any thoughts on when we'll see you back in that mix again?

Caine - You know...there's no honor greater than holding the World title...anywhere, in any fed... Let alone OWF... When will i be fighting for that title again? Who really knows... Right now the only thing on my mind is Bloodbath and any match I can get... following that, I've still got a freight load of unsolved issues with Imperium and it's members...

Greene - So after Bloodbath... you're going for Scarred Vs Imperium Round three?

Caine - No... This time it's personal... This isn't Scarred Vs. Imperium...This isn't the underdogs vs the bidogs... This is James Caine Vs Imperium... The Undying Legend against the so-called current greatest of OWF. This isn't even war... this is a personal vendetta... a personal vendetta that I'll be making a personal hell for Imperium... And anyone who so chooses to stand with them.

Falcoon - That's ballsy...

Kissens - He must have a nice set...

Burst - He's lost it... he's fucking nuts...

Falcoon - He claims to be a twisted psycho...

Kissens - Sounds more like suicidal to me.

Greene - Are you serious?

Caine - Deathly. No more questions.

He disappears just as quickly as he shows up. We go back to a view of the announcers booth.

Burst - YES! I GET TO SAY MY LINE AGAIN!

Falcoon - Ugh, great!

The feed suddenly cuts to another place backstage, to the empty quiet void of the parking lot. The streetlights buzz loudly, casting their shady orange glow over the grey asphalt. But that's not all they cast their glow upon. OWF's Network Champion Plague stands against a cement beam, his black trenchcoat reaching to the floor, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, the small cloud of smoke floating about his face.

Suddenly, behind the camera the drone of a car is heard getting closer and closer, and Plague's vision follows the noise, until finally a silver pick-up truck comes rolling into the picture, pilling into a parking space adjacent to Plague himself. The engine is shut, making an audible sigh, and the driver side door opens. Plague flicks his cigarette to the ground, putting it out with his heel, and walks around the back side of the car. Angel is standing there with the door open, gathering his things, the OWF title belt slung over his shoulder, a black duffle bag in his right hand. Plague leans against the bed of the truck and eyes him over.

Plague - Took you long enough.

Angel - What the hell do you want from me. Fucken traffic up the asshole.

Plague - Well, I just wanted to make sure we're clear on tonight. You got my back, right?

Angel - Always bro, you know that.

Plague - So you got the plan. Know how it's gonna go down.

Angel - Yea, I know exactly how it's gonna go down. Draco's mouth is finally going to be fucken shut, once and for all.

Plague - Good good. Well, the match is next...get your ass ready...I gotta head down to the ring.

Plague turns to go, but Angel stops him. He turns around and they face each other.

Angel - You know this is in Imperium man.

Plague nods.

Angel - You fuck with one of us...

Plague - You fuck with all of us.

The two nod and tap knuckles before Plague turns and heads out.

Just then, the scene switches to the local jail. We see Jesse Williams standing, with his arms through the gaps in the bars as a guard is positioned outside his cell. Just then, we see representatives from the OWF walk down the hallway led by police officers, including Chase Johnson who is in such bad shape he is in a wheel chair.

Officer - Let this man go.

The guard stands up, pulling the keys from his pocket. He unlocks the cell door and Jesse walks out. CJ stops him.

Prez CJ - Jesse..

He hands Williams a piece of paper.

Prez CJ - You'll need this to know who did this...there's more inside, you need to go.

Williams grabs it and starts to leave, before CJ grabs him again. He hands Jesse a set of keys.

Prez CJ - Use my car, it's parked out front- one of our producers drove it here.

Williams tucks the piece of paper into his pocket and he darts down the hallway, exiting the holding cell. He walks outside, and outfront he sees Chase's black BMW M3. He disarms the alarm and opens the door, getting into the car. He speeds away heading towards the arena as the scene switches back to the announcers.

Burst - I can't believe he's free.

Falcoon - Me neither!

Kissens - And he's heading here!

Burst - Jesse has a lot of revelations for us tonight, I'm looking forward to him coming.

Falcoon - Well, it's time for the Main Event, so I'm not even sure he's gonna make it here in time.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event, which is a Ladder Match for one-half of the OWF Tag Team Championship..

The fans cheer loudly.

Missy Janson - First, the challenger, he is from Whitesboro, New York...DRAAAACO!

The lights in the arena are turned up. Turning into bright whites spots leaving the audience blinded. The lights surrounding the entranceway are doing the same, but instead of bright white they are an intense red shade. The screen comes to life with static as the PA system plays a low hum, almost like a feedback noise. The noise continues on and on. Finally, the screen flickers to life. A solid black screen with one word. The word looks to be written in puddles of blood.

...Suffer...

A high pitched distorted guitar starts to play over the low hum. Playing droning notes. Again and again. Soon a bass and drums join in. All heavy, but the high pitched distorted guitar still playing over them all. The top of the screen shows blood starting to rain down the screen. Soon it covers the lettering and the whole screen is a blood red screen.

Your words are a scalpel
Ripping me apart
I'll show all my scars
I see now who you are
Cut me free
From your leash
So I can breathe

The image of blood still remains. Something seems to be coming closer from underneath the blood. Rising to the surface. An image of OWF's own Draco holding a title above his head. His body bloodied and broken. It is the Network Title. Another clip shows Draco in much the same bloodied state holding the OWF World Title. The music starts to get harder as the two images start to flicker to life. The videos are grainy and look as if you are peering at them through a thin layer of blood.

SUFFER!
You want me to stray!
You hope I'll break!
But I won't suffer again!

SUFFER!
You want me to stray!
You hope I'll break!
But I won't suffer again!

As the last two words are screamed through the PA a series of explosions rip from either side of the stage in a synchronized motion to the center in front of the entrance way. The explosions slowly getting bigger until the last. A figure is seen in the middle of the entrance as the explosion erupts. The man has his head down and his arms out hanging at his side. Thick clouds of smoke from the pyrotechnics hang in the air as the heavy rock music continues.

Broken as I seem to be
Nothing like this ever happens to me
It's all new and I never thought
The end would be you

The smoke starts to clear and Draco is seen standing there with his head still down. The ash and soot covering his shoulders and face. He looks up towards the ring showing his icy blue eyes. His wrists taped as they normally are. His scarred chest is somewhat hard to look at, but his eyes remain focus. He starts to walk toward the ring with no showmanship, no act, nothing, but a mission in his head...to make his opponent suffer.

...suffer...
...suffer...
...suffer...

A low whisper is heard through the rock music. Draco stands in front of the ring just staring at it. He slides into the ring as the PA sends a low roar, almost demonic speaking that one word.

SUFFER!

Draco stands in the ring as the lights start to fade back down to their normal non-blinding state. Draco stands there still half covered in the soot and char from the explosions of his entrance. The music slowly dies off as Draco stands ready.

Falcoon - Can you feel the electricity in this building?

Kissens - I sure can.

Burst - This is going to be one hell of a match!

Missy Janson - And his opponent, he is a member of Imperium...along with being the Network AND one half of the Tag Team Champions...PLAGUE!

The arena goes entirely dark and then the drum rolls of Down with the Sickness is heard throughout the arena. The words The Plague Has Struck appears on the titantron, each word at a time.

Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah

The pyros blast off as the first scream in the song is heard illuminating the whole arena and revealing a man at the enterance ramp with a guitar slung over his black trenchcoat.

Ooh Ah Ah Ah Ah

The man slowly looks up and begins his walk down to the ring.

Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
Will you give in to me?
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
Will you give in to me?

Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
Oh no there is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me

When he's about halfway, he breaks into a sprint and slides under the bottom rope. Plague raises up to his knees and then raises up and walks over to his corner.

Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up, come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me

He stops there for a moment before bracing one hand on the turnbuckle and then seamlessy jumping and landing cross legged on the turnbuckle.

(Ding, Ding, Ding)

Burst - And off we go.

Draco immediately grabs the ladder, picking it up and going towards the center of the ring. Plague hops down off of his perch, only to have the ladder thrown at him and smack him right in the face. Plague falls to the mat, with a huge gash across the bridge of his nose up to his eyebrow and forehead. Draco follows up quickly, mounting him and throwing punch after punch to the forehead of Plague. Blood is splattering everywhere, but Draco seems uneffected. He stands up as the fans cheer him loudly, with blood all over his still clenched fists. He grabs the ladder and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He begins to climb, but instead of going for the belt he looks down at Plague who is just starting to stand. Draco steps down the ladder, just in time to jump into the air and nail Plague with a pele kick that sends him right down to the mat.

Falcoon - What a kick by Draco.

Burst - This isn't bolding well for Plague, or Angel for that matter.

Kissens - Not at all.

Draco pulls himself up, and starts to climb up the ladder again. This time he makes it to about three-fourths of the way up, but Plague starts to push himself up off the mat. Draco looks down at him, then up at the belt, and then from almost at the top of the ladder, he jumps off nailing a huge elbow drop onto the back of Plague, sending him back down to the mat again. The fans are on their feet cheering on Draco.

Burst - And again, Draco chooses to inflict more pain on Plague instead of win the match.

Kissens - That may come back to haunt him.

Draco is a little slow to get up, as he does he grabs onto the top rope, pushing himself back to the ladder. Once again he climbs, this time his steps become a little more labored. He grabs the top of the ladder, pulling himself up to the top within a fingers grasp of the belt. Just then, Plague hops to his feet and pushes the ladder over.

Falcoon - OH NO!

Draco, somehow, lands on his feet as the ladder hits the ropes and stays there. Plague goes after Draco with a clothesline, but Draco steps under and nails Plague with The Vaccine superkick.

Burst - That's his own move!

Kissens - Draco is known for that!

Plague stumbles backwards, bouncing off the ropes and Draco nails him with an even harder Vaccine superkick, this one knocks Plague down in the corner, unconscious as blood streams down his face to his chest. Draco grabs the ladder, sets it up again, and starts to scale it much faster this time. With every step, the fans grow louder and louder until Draco unhooks the belt, signaling the end of the match.

Missy Janson - Your winner and NEWLY CROWNED HALF of the OWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS....DRACO!

Falcoon - This is great!

Burst - Yeah, finally new Tag Champs!

Draco stands atop the ladder with his newly won Tag Team Title holding it high above his head. Plague is down in the corner starting to shake the cobwebs. The crowd is eating it up. Draco looks out after the crowd not seeing Imperium coming down the ring. By the time Draco sees the ladder is already being tipped. Angel and Steel tip the ladder over quickly letting Draco's throat bounce off the top ring rope.

Falcoon - AHOOO! Angel said he would have Plague's back, and here they are!!!!

Burst - Oh, Oh, shock and awe! Imperium in a four on one! Who would've thunk it!?

Falcoon - Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the hookers bed.

Burst - Wow, that was somewhat creative. Now let me watch Draco get manhandled, and let me watch no one do anything about it. Leave me in peace.

Draco stumbles back clutching his throat and Angel throws an elbow hard at the back of his head. Draco hits the mat hard and Angel starts to throw hard stomps to his back. Angel orders Aphrodisia Jordan to grab a chair and for Trent Steel to get the ladder.

Falcoon - God...I can't watch this. This is horrible.

Burst - OWF sure knows how to welcome a guy back.

Falcoon - His own girl, Aphrodisia. Look at her. No remorse whatsoever.

Burst - Imperium is a bunch of fuckin scum.

Angel lets Draco stumble up to his feet. Just as he turns around Angel slams the steel chair down on Draco's head. Draco falls clutching his head. Angel helps Plague to his feet. Plague starts laying the boots into Draco upset about his loss. Plague grabs Draco by his hair and sees that his face is busted open. Plague brings Draco to his feet and throws him into the ladder that Aphrodisia Jordan and Trent Steel are using as a clothesline. Draco goes down his face a crimson mask.

Falcoon - Somebody do something!!!

Burst - Who? Who's left? There's no one, geoffrey. Not a single fuckin person worthy of standing up to Imperium. Not even Chase Johnson can stop this madness, he's in bad shape and DK is probably staying in a room at the downtown hospital after a brutal attack tonight. President Morningrod is in charge here tonight.

Falcoon - You're right.

Burst - Not to mention, nobody, not even Jesse Williams is here to help Draco! He was arrested for his attack on CJ and DK, and was just released, which is bogus. He won't be back here in time anyways!

Falcoon - I can't believe we won't hear CJ's announcement.

The crowd boos Imperium and even starts to throw trash at them. Imperium exits the ring joking about a job well done. Halfway up the ramp Draco is pulling himself up using the ring ropes. The fans cheer his name as he gets a microphone.

Draco - IMPERIUM!

All four members of the dominant stable stop in their tracks. Each one turning around and looking at Draco barely able to stand face covered in blood. They start to make their way toward the ring. Each laughing and cracking their knuckles. All four slide into the ring and circle Draco.

Draco - You forgot about my partner!

All four stop and look at the entranceway as "My Girlfriend's Girlfriend" starts to play. The fans are standing up waiting for the curtain to move. Nothing. The music continues to play and Draco looks around nervous.

Draco - My partner!

Falcoon - Who--?

Burst - Smart move Draco. Real reliable fuckin partner. Have fun getting your ass beat...again.

Falcoon - He'll be here Nick! Whoever he is! He'll be here...he's got to be!

Still nothing. Imperium laughs at Draco as he is back into the corner. Plague, Angel, Trent Steel, and Aphrodisia Jordan close in. Draco holds up one hand.

Draco - I guess this leaves Plan B. Sorry, Aph. I really am.

Falcoon - What does he mean!? What's plan B!?

Burst - Hopefully it's better than Plan A.

Draco drops the microphone letting it hit the mat with a loud thud blasting through the PA system. As soon as the microphone hits the ground Angel unleashes a devastating clothesline on Aphrodisia Jordan. Draco lunges forward knee Plague in the gut. Draco flips hitting a Pele kick on Trent Steel. Draco gets up to his feet wiping the blood from his face.

Falcoon - Wha...bu....who....whe....

Burst - I....but....eh....errrr....

Falcoon - Draco's...not...bleeding...? Fake....blood?

Burst - The....but.....I think....I think it was... a....set-up?

Falcoon - I.... don't know.... what to say folks.

Angel picks up the chair and levels Aphrodisia with it. She hits the mat and rolls out of the ring clutching her head. Draco is back up to his feet and Trent Steel tries to spear Draco down to the mat. Draco throws a knee up that connects with Trent Steel's face. He stumbles back and as soon as he rights himself Draco unleashes a shining wizard that sends Steel out of the ring. Leaving Plague alone in the ring with Draco and Angel.

Falcoon - I simply don't believe it. Nope. Not now. It's just a bad dream...that's all....

Burst - Wake up fuckhead! This is really happening! And dream or not, it doesn't look good for Plague!

The fans go nuts as they see the newly formed duo cracking their knuckles. Plague stands up and gets a hard right from Angel sending him towards Draco. Draco gives Plague a hard shot sending him back towards Angel. Angel ducks down hitting Plague with a sweep kick as Draco rushes hitting a bulldog at the same time. Plague's head bounces off the mat, but Angel is already hoisting him up and pointing towards the top rope.

Falcoon - My God! It is really happening! Draco and Angel! Angel and Draco! And they're already going to work! I don't like the looks of this Nick!

Burst - I bet it looks even worse from atop Angel's shoulders.

Draco is up on the top rope and Angel hoists his former stable mate and tag team partner up into the air. Plague sits on Angel's shoulders in a powerbomb position. Draco raises his hands getting the crowd more into the punishment that will soon fall on Plague. Draco leaps off the top rope letting his legs wrap around Plague's head. Draco swings down as Angel starts throwing Plague down into a powerbomb. Draco hits his trademark finishing reverse frankensteiner, The Hellacious. The added momentum sends Plague's head bouncing off the mat and his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Falcoon - Holy. Shit.

Burst - I've been in this business a long time. But I have never...ever....seen a move like that.

Falcoon - I think we need a medical team down here Nick! Plague may have broken his neck!

Angel and Draco stand over the fallen Plague. Draco picks up the microphone as Trent Steel and Aphrodisia Jordan lay sprawled out on the outside of the ring, each incoherent and writhing with pain.

Draco - DK! Imperium! All the shitheads in the back! Listen up and listen good!

Angel - The Imperium Age is over!

Draco throws the microphone down as the Addiction logo pops up on the screen.

Falcoon - I can't believe what I just witnessed, but by god, it happened alright! Draco! Angel! The beginning of a new team, the end of Imperium! I wish we could go on, but we're out of time here folks! Catch us next week on what will surely be a crazy PPV at Blood Bath and our nine years!

Things look to be ending, as Draco and Angel stand in the ring holding their tag titles proudly in the air. The fans pelt the ring with garbage at the new team, even though they took out Imperium.

Just then the OWF tron flashes to life, and shows the parking lot. We see CJ's black M3 pull up to a screeching hault as Williams exits the car. The fans cheer loudly as he runs down the hallway. Draco and Angel don't see the OWFtron.

Falcoon - Williams is here, but we're going off the air!

In the ring, Draco picks the microphone up, sending us into overtime.

Burst - I wanted to go back to my hotel and get drunk to forget this night.

Draco - Who's gonna stop us? Honestly. There's no team in that locker room right now who can come out here and take us down. I'd like to see anybody try!

Falcoon - Draco is throwing down the challenge to any team in the back!

Kissens - Alexis and Kaige maybe?

PA System - NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER!

Falcoon - HE'S HEEEEEERE!

Burst - Damnit!

The fans jump up to their feet as Jesse Williams immediately walks out from the back, holding in his right hand a microphone and in his left hand a piece of paper. He looks out to the crowd, as he blows kisses to the fans, still staying ever cocky in the face of the two best wrestlers in the OWF beside himself. He stares at the ring as Angel eggs Jesse to come down. Jesse makes a throat slashing motion to cut his music, which it ends. He paces at the top of the ramp, as the fans go nuts for Jesse. He brings the microphone to his mouth, as they quiet down.

Williams - Wow, brilliant. Let me tell you something. I sure as hell didn't see that coming. Draco and Angel. Incredible!

Angel grabs a microphone from Missy Janson and brings it to his mouth as he looks at Williams.

Angel - You're damn right it is.

Williams - But see, your plan didn't go all the way through.

Angel - And how is that? Draco and I are Tag Champs; Mission accomplished.

Williams - Oh yes, but see, what you didn't account for was that our Presidents would wake up and identify you and Draco as the attackers, which got me out of jail.

Draco - So what? We did what we set out to do!

Williams - Well, see, what you don't know is that Prez CJ gave me his announcement that he planned for tonight. You know, about that little main event at Bloodbath. But first, I have something that concerns you two directly.

Falcoon - What is he talking about.

Williams walks across the steel ramp, staring at the ring. The fans start chanting "JES-SE! JES-SE!".

Williams - Don't worry Angel, you will still be facing Grim, but about the Tag Titles. At Bloodbath, we're going to have ourselves a little match for the number one contendership to the Tag Team Titles.

The fans cheer.

Williams - It won't be any ordinary match, it's going to be a Modified Pool of Blood match with the two remaining men on the platform getting their shot at Draco and Angel at a future date!

The fans cheer loudly as Angel and Draco stare blankly at each other.

Williams - But, what he really wanted to tell you, was about the main event. See, there's a catch to it.

Angel - WHAT CATCH!

Williams - Chill...out! See, the winner of that match doesn't have the night off. Yes, they will be the World Champion, but they will be defending the title right after against the winner of another match.

Falcoon - That's HUGE!

Angel - And what match is that?

Williams - This is good...The winner of Angel versus Grim will face the winner of...

Burst - Say it!

Williams - Corbin Kaige against..

Falcoon - KAIGE MAY GET HIS REMATCH!

Williams - ...Well, me, of course.

The fans erupt into cheers at the mention of the double duty match. Angel is livid in the ring as Draco seems indifferent.

Falcoon - I can't believe what CJ and DK have agreed on!

Kissens - Angel's chances are super slim!

The arena is shaking as Draco tries to calm down Angel, he looks up to Williams as he lifts the microphone to his mouth.

Draco - Hey, you seem pretty fresh, why don't you come on down now?

Williams - You know, I think that's a great idea.

The fans cheer as Williams walks down the aisle, dropping the microphone. He rips off his white t-shirt and he picks up a steel chair on his way to the ring. Just then, the lights go off. Three red spotlights shine. One on Jesse and one on Angel and one on Draco.

Falcoon - DAMNIT!

From one of the spotlights, we can see Williams get attacked. He gets taken down by Kaige, his first opponent at Bloodbath. The lights turn on, and we see Williams and Kaige fighting on the outside while in the ring Draco and Angel have no clue that Grim stands behind the two of them.

Burst - Look out!

Draco turns around and he is taken out with a quick chop to the throat which sends him down to the mat gasping for air. Angel turns and sees Grim, he backs up, stumbling through the ropes to the outside. He runs out through the crowd, heading for the hills as Grim follows in hot pursuit. Williams and Kaige continue to tussle on the outside as security starts to break them up.

Falcoon - Fans, we are out of time!

Burst - We'll see you at the Pay Per View!

Falcoon - BLOODBATH: 9 YEARS! GOODNIGHT OWF!