JV: Welcome to.. um… SUNDAY NIGHT TERROR!!!

Smokey Green: Yes. The card was preempted a few days due to the holidays so we have a special treat for you all tonight.

JV: Shut up Green. Now we got a stacked card tonight the main event with Shyne defending his North American championship against Chelsea Fox the undefeated newcomer and Little Tornado… MORE LIKE little engine that couldn’t hahaha.

Smokey Green: Oh c’mon give the guy some credit. This is his chance in the spotlight.

JV: LT? This is his one and only chance..

Smokey Green: I'm getting word that Alexis Rose is coming out and introducing the new OWF Champion.

"Whose that girl" by Eve hits the PA System. Alexis Rose steps from between the curtains and steps onto the entrance ramp into a sea of cheers. With a growing grin on her face she throws her arms into the air, welcome the fans. She struts her hips down the ring, being careful as she makes he way up the stairs in heels. After climbing between the ropes she is handed a mic and waits for the crowd to die down.

Alexis Rose: Hi Everybody!

Shes unable hide her bright smile.

Alexis Rose: If you don't know me- Who am I kidding, I am the "Princess of OWF" Alexis Rose! You know me!

The crowd plays along, feeding her ego with another wave of deafening support, anxious to see the world champ for the first time.

Alexis Rose: I'll try to make this short and sweet so we can get back to some real wrestling’s! When I first met Bryan Tann, and I signed that dotted line for the Outsider Wrestling Federation I had one job. That job was to sign the best wrestler I could find, and make him a champion. There were doubters. Nobody knew me, they were asking, "Whose that girl?". Now everybody knows who I am and knows I cannot be stopped. With my help, Joseph Storm is a force without barricades. He's running rabid over the OWF and nobody can stop us. We've told you all before, but before Shit Happens, nobody believed. No one believed Joseph Storm was capable of dominating the OWF like I said he could. Now no one will ever forget the power Joseph Storm and I hold over the OWF. Now, without a due...

‘Alexis pauses…’

I present you... The Mat Tactiton.. The Wrestling Scientist... The CARRINGTON KILLER himself... Your SoftCore Hero..... THE O-W-F Heavyweight Champion of the World...

Ladies and Gentlemen..

In the History of the Outsider Wrestling Federation there is everyone else, then there is...

JOOOSEPH STORM!

"Psalm 144:1" hits the OWF-Tron as "Wings of a Butterfly" takes over the arena. Joseph Storm cuts through the curtains in his wrestling attire and his OWF title around his was it. Instantly the place explodes with cheers. With his characteristic cold expression locked on his face he steps into the middle of the ramp and throws his arms into the air, in sync pyros fly from the stage as The Champion lowers his head. The arena fills with a "Joe-speh-Storm!" chant.

Smokey Green: They love the OWF Champ!

JV: Joseph Storm is OWF! He's worked his ass off from the bottom to topple sports-entertainment, just like the OWF!

Smokey Green: Storm had a huge battle at Shit Happens where former champion Micheal Carrington got Joseph Storm trapped in his own submission finisher, Quality Control.

JV: But Joseph found reversed it!

Smokey Green: Now here is the problem we have.

JV: Former OWF Champion, and friend of Silkk, K-Nyne was the referee for the match. The cameras couldn't catch Silkk saying the words, 'I Quit'!!

Smokey: Nobody saw it!!

JV: K-Nyne did though and that was his job as an OWF official!!!

Smokey Green: Listen to the fans!! I can hardly hear you!!!

Joseph Storm keeps a cold borderline angry face as he walks to the ring, sporting his new accomplishment around his was it? The OWFites get louder, and the chant becomes overwhelming. Joseph stops in his tracks and looks around the arena at the fans, all on their feet claping and chanting for their champion. Finally a smile breaks on Joseph's face, the camera catches it, transmitting it back to the OWF-Tron for the world to see and the fans erupt once again, the chant of his name changes into another loud explosion of sound.

Smokey Green: It's on camera! Not even Joseph Storm can't smile right now!

Johnny V: This is his boy-hood dream. This moment- I've got CHILLS Smokey! CHILLS!

Joseph lowers his head and pushes the camera out of the way to another burst of cheers. He rolls into the ring and heads for the far corner. He jumps onto the top buckle and raises the championship above his head. The section blows up as Joseph begins yelling as loud as he can, pounding his chest. He jumps off and paces to the other corner and does the same. After soaking in the fans, he turns to Alexis and stands next to her. She smiles and smacks her palm against the World title to polish it. The fans slowly die down. Alexis puts the mic to her mouth and turns to face Joseph, gesturing her arms towards him.

Alexis Rose: OWF, your heavyweight champion...

Joseph raises his championship above his head for the world to see. He lowers it down and kisses it. Alexis tosses him the mic. He grins and takes a few deep breaths.

Joseph Storm: I've been held back and detoured off my road to the OWF Championship for a long time... But nobody can deny the champ of his belt!!

I'll take on anyone who thinks they can beat me! Bring me Bane, bring me the other Carrington, bring me back that dirty snake Shyne, bring me Prissy! Bring me Bryan Tann!!

Listen OWF, I'm not going to be a champion who sits scared, waiting for someone to dethrone him. I'm going to live as a champion and seek anyone who denies my dominance! This belt is mine and its not going anywhere!

The fans cheer but with a noticeable difference in volume. Alexis gestures for the mic.

Alexis Rose: ...With the right monetary agreements... creditable opponent.. Whatever! All details we need to ignore for now. The fact is, who is worth stepping into the ring with Joseph Storm? We've proven the OWF roster lacks a superstar who is on the same level as The Mat Tactiton. So when the OWF announces their number one contender, we'll be here waiting to tap him out. Before we go I want to leave on a personal note. There is a wrestler who debuts tonight. Daniel Greene. He seems to be a decent kid, but just a kid at that.

Alexis Rose: It seemed only days ago Joseph Storm and myself were complaining how tiresome the OWF roster has been. All the same, a bunch of average joes, who trash talk all day, have the same thing to say every week and in the ring.. They fail. We've complained about Silkky, and Chris Green being the paper champions they were. We returned to bring honor and respect back to the world title and the OWF just like we said we were. That was our goal. But this 'savior' has come. To bring NEW honor and respect to the OWF. No longer are we getting 'trash talking' bad ass wannabe re-runs.. But a bad impression of the World Champion? I know the OWF is looking in the depths of indy wrestling to bulk the roster, but com'on.. So don't go calling out the best in the sport so fast there 'dragon boy'. Why don't you try a starting on the bottom level, like yourself.. Like Dallas Nash or Akeem Malik, because we know Little Tornado is a touch out your league. BUT! ..Yes boys, there is another but. You have the foundation of a champion. I'll leave my card with Smokey Green if you want to be a champion.

"Wings of a Butterfly" hit and Joseph Storm helps Alexis out of the ring. He waits at the ramp as Alexis hands Smokey her card.

JV: You pimp!

Smokey Green: It's pink?!

JV: What a beginning to the card here. The world champion has spoken! He really thinks he is unbeatable eh?

Smokey Green: Confidence. He has that confidence right now. Since he has signed here nobody has “pinned him or made him submit”

JV: Next we have Last Hour vs Daniel Greene both making their in ring debuts tonight. Who knows if these kids are gonna do anything

Smokey Green: WE may be seeing the next world champion for all we know.

Last Hour is already down at the ring waiting for Daniel Greene.

The lights dim slowly until darkness reaches every corner of the arena. The only light being given off is a few premature camera flashes and cell phones that are raised into the air.

Touch… I'll stand for nothing less… Or never stand again… These are the limits when one's buried… This body's left the soul… Could we have known… Never would I, helped to nail down…

The crowd begins to go into a frenzy, but the darkness effectively creates the sense of suspicion and fear within the fans. “The Clincher” by Chevelle continues on as the fans patiently wait for the lights to come back on.

Careful of drifting off… Now losing taste and touch… Turning a pale blue leaning in to say… This body's left the soul… The brain needs oxygen… Can't sneak around this bait… His catacomb has got me by the chin… This body's left the soul…

A single spot light shines directly down at the top of the entrance area. A figure standing with his hands held together in front of him causes the crowd to become unsettled. The figure is wearing the normal wrestling boots, black and shiny, with laces going up just past the ankles. The figure is wearing black wrestling trunks, with a small, yet very detailed, emblem on the front. It portrays a pistol with a silencer on the end. The spot light once against fades as the arena becomes complete dark again.

Could we have known… Never would I, helped to nail down… With nothing to gain… Here's the clincher, this should be YOU… NOW SATURATE…

The spotlight comes back on with the figure’s head now raised and his arms raised. The crowd roars in approval at the arrival of “The Dragon” Daniel Greene. He begins to slowly walk down the ramp. The lights quickly return to life. The fans are pumped up by his enthusiastic arrival. Signs go up in the air by Daniel Greene’s fans. Some from the past and some just gained by his magnificent arrival. He smiles at some of the ladies, but maintains his respectful nature. The music continues as the exoneration and wide-spread cheering almost mutes the music completely.

Could we have known… Never would I, helped to nail down… With nothing to gain… Here's the clincher, this should be YOU… This happened to be never changing… Holding inside, the phobia viewed… Made cold and crippled, ending it all…

The Dragon arrives to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and moves to the middle of the ring. The lights once more turn off and the spot light finds Greene as he drops to one knee in the middle of the ring. Then he begins to flex his muscles to the pleased crowd. The music ends and the lights reappear once more.

Last Hour looks ready and taunts Daniel Greene. Greene and Last Hour lock up and Last Hour twists his arm into an arm hold. Daniel G Reverses it immediately with a back flip and quickly kicks Last Hour in the mid-section. He follows the kick with a hard DDT straight to the mat. Last Hour clutches his face in pain, as Greene wastes no time continuing his attack. He picks Last Hour back up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Last hour ducks a clothesline attempt but is going so fast he bounces off the ropes and Daniel is waiting on him. Daniel dominates him with a missile drop kick that sends Last hour to the outside of the ring. Last Hour rolls around in pain. Greene follows him outside the ring. He once more picks Last Hour up to his feet. He whips him hard across the floor into the ring stair steps. Last Hour bounces off the steps with excessive force and winces sharply in pain. Last hour gets to his feet and throws a punch wildly at Greene. Greene is struck, but never moves. Last hour, holding his side, throws a few more sloppy punches to Greene's face. He ducks one and catches his arm on the second one. Last hour is shoved back in the ring under the bottom rope by Greene as this breaks the ref's 10 count. Last Hour gets to his feet quickly. He stomps on Greene as his gets into the ring. He finally gains the upper hand. He whips Greene into the ropes, and connects on a tornado DDT in the middle of the ring. He turns around to taunt the crowd as Greene comes to and begins to stand up behind Last Hour. Greene gets to his feet as Last Hour turns around and is met with a hard right hand. Greene slams his foot into his stomach. Last hour doubles over in pain and Greene gives a super scissor kick to the back of the head. Last hour is down. Greene looks around as the crowd is telling him to go for it.. Greene signals to the crowd it is time to end the match. He allows Last Hour to get to his feet. Last Hour quickly throws a right hand, but Greene ducks under and hooks in the MK47!!! Last Hour begins to cry out in pain as the intensity in Greene’s face multiplies. Last Hour attempts to make it to the ropes, but Greene pulls back harder and Last Hour taps out. The referee makes Greene break the hold, as this match is over.

‘Thrown away by Vast hits and out comes CO owner of the OWF Chris Green!! He strolls down to the ring in a pearl white suit and some Armani sunglasses… He even has a white tie? Weird look as he steps into the ring. The fans as usual are booing him. He calls for the mic’

Green: It’s the boss’s turn to speak so shut and listen.

‘Fans start booing louder… and a few asshole chants ring out’

Green: Here we go again. Get it out of your system…Now to business. As many of you know there was a little censorship put on the OWF a few weeks back. Certain words could not be said. After much thought. After much brainstorming. I came to a realization. It was time to remove that censorship. I mean shit? If people are going to get offended over words? DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. Get in the god damn ring or whatever and take care of business. I don’t want to hear anymore crying, moaning, groaning, bitching, whining. I don’t care. Now lets keep it going.

‘Green takes off his sunglasses and folds them up…’

Green: Now all of you are asking. Did Silkk quit?? Did he say those words? Obviously by his actions you would all think he did not quit at all. I beg to differ though. This man is a great actor. He likes to go out there and fool all of you. I am tired of the fooling though. Am tired of SILKK’S GAMES! K Nyne did the right thing. He did his job. He called it right down the god damn middle. Speaking of K Nyne. I am sure all of you want to see him don’t you? You all want to feel the electricity. I have a special treat for all of you. Look at the OWF tron and you will see something that happened a few days ago Please sit back and enjoy this I know you will all like it.

The camera cuts to a dark jail cell, obviously not in the arena. There is a very limited amount of light coming from the outside and the only light in the room is coming from a battered bulb, swinging from the ceiling.

Smokey Green: Where the hell are we? That doesn’t look like anywhere I’ve seen before.

JV: Maybe not you, Green, but if you’ve lived…then you’ve been in a place just like that before.

Smokey Green: What is it? JV: Jail. Smokey Green: YOU were in jail?

JV: Uh huh. Three years for assault and battery.

Smokey Green: Nice. What’d you do? JV: … Smokey Green: Well..? JV: What do you think? Assault and battery! I assaulted someone…then battered the living hell out of them.

Smokey Green: I…was going to say that..?

JV: Sure you were. Idiot.

The camera pans around revealing “Tha Youngthugz Soldier” K-Nyne laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

JV: That’s K-Nyne! I thought we’d seen the last of him last week when he ruined Silkks chances of retaining his title!

the crowd pops loudly

Smokey Green: Hold the phone…K-Nyne was on the show last week?!

JV: Yeah…what’s with you today, Green?

Smokey Green: I…don’t…know…

As the camera pans around we see Chris Green sitting on a chair with a smirk on his face. His face is only half lit, showing his evil sneer.

Chris Green: But seriously, last week you did good. Real good.

JV: Has K-Nyne finally sold the fans out..?

Smokey Green: I hope not…it hasn’t happened so far in his career.

JV: Prison is a cold place…people turn heartless seemingly overnight.

K-Nyne doesn’t so much as blink.

Chris Green: I think that this could be the beginning of a good partnership.

Smokey Green: That traitor!

K-Nyne still doesn’t move. He takes a deep breath, before exhaling.

Chris Green: Come on K-Nyne, no need to give me the silent treatment. Just think, I could have you out of prison by the end of the week.

K-Nyne: I don’t need to get outta prison. I aint lookin’ to get an easy ride outta here. I got five years and I was happy to serve those five years before comin’ back and handin’ your ass to you. I aint asked for this bullshit. I aint never asked for anythin’.

Chris Green shrugs.

Chris Green: “Beggars can’t be choosers.” It means that those who don’t pull the strings, can’t complain when their paths are chosen for them.

K-Nyne sits up, staring coldly at Chris Green.

K-Nyne: Man, lets get this shit straight. I aint rollin’ with you…and if it wasn’t for her, then I wouldn’t even be in this position right now.

Smokey Green: “Her”? Who is she, Johnny?

JV: How the hell should I know?

K-Nyne climbs to his feet and walks over to Chris Green, who doesn’t budge from his seat.

K-Nyne: Now listen here…I screwed Silkk outta the match like I said I would. I did your dirty work by takin’ him off the pedestal that he was on…now you gotta live up to your end of the bargain.

Chris Green stands up, shaking his head with a smile.

Chris Green: That’s where you’re wrong, K-Nyne. You used to be a huge star in OWF…I thought that you’d appreciate this opportunity to get some of it back.

K-Nyne: Bein’ some punk bitches toy soldier aint my idea of bein’ a star. I’ve had my success and I left OWF at the top of my game…now you’re just usin’ my name, reputation and ability to manipulate the game.

Chris Green Shrugs.

Chris Green: Call it what you will, K-Nyne…I will NOT allow OWF to go down the hole. I’ll do WHATEVER it takes to make OWF a success…whether it’s legal or otherwise. I have money and I’m using that money to make sure that, when needed, you’ll be there to do my bidding. I need ratings and I need to get OWF sorted…and I think that this investment will straighten everything out nicely.

K-Nyne: Man, fuck you. I aint doin’ this shit, put ya own gear on, raise ya fists and do it yourself.

Chris Green places his hand on K-Nynes shoulder.

Chris Green: You know…that would be something that I’d expect to say…but you forget, you’re not in a position to bargain. All it’ll take is one phone call and ALL this can be over and done with. I’ll leave you to rot here and I’ll leave her to rot…elsewhere.

K-Nyne snarls.

K-Nyne: You dare and I’ll -

Chris Green: You’ll what? Huh? You’ll…cry yourself to sleep?

Chris Green laughs.

Chris Green: You’re forgetting that you’re not in a position of power, K-Nyne. You want to be the man on top again and I can see that in your eyes…but you’re willing to wait out your five year prison sentence. The problem with that, for me, is…that in five years time, you’ll be no use to me. It’s time for me to act now, it’s time for me to take action…and you’re going to help me, whether you like it or not.

K-Nyne bites his lip.

And if I fail? Then what, huh? You gonna let shit go back to the way it was?

Green smirks.

Chris Green: No…if you fail, then all bets are off…and you lose EVERYTHING. Your freedom…and her.

Smokey Green: Who the hell is SHE?! I want to know God dammit!

JV: Calm the hell down before I kick your ass.

Smokey Green: My bad.

Chris Green: Failure isn’t an option. It’s as simple as that.

K-Nyne turns his back on Green. He stares at the narrow window, before turning back to Green.

K-Nyne: You’re a man of your word…I remember that shit about you, at least. You’re a coward, a punk and to top it all off, ya probably the biggest bitch that I’ve EVER seen…but you’re true to ya word…so if I do this shit for you, you gotta live up to your side of the bargain.

Chris Green smirks.

Chris Green: That’s all I ask. I few favors here and there…and things will be just the way they were a few weeks back. You’ll be in prison…and she’ll be at home, tucked up in bed…

K-Nyne closes his eyes.

K-Nyne: I swear to God man…when this is done with…I’m gonna kick your fuckin’ ass…I swear to you…

Chris Green: Blah blah blah, do we have a deal or am I going to have to make my phone call?

Chris Green extends his hand. K-Nyne stares at it for a few seconds…before shaking it.

Smokey Green: Holy shit…what are we seeing here?

JV: If you ask ONE MORE QUESTION…I’m gonna fuck you up. You’re on your last warning, Smokey!

K-Nyne turns his back on Green and walks over to his bed, before laying on it. Chris Green walks over to the jail cell door, which is opened for him by a guard.

Chris Green: I’ll be in touch…partner.

He laughs as K-Nyne mutters to himself.

K-Nyne: Bastard. You’ll get yours.

The scene fades to black.

Smokey Green: Wow there.

JV: I gotta respect Chris Green. He deserves it.

‘Green is smiling in the ring as it cuts off and he resumes speaking’

Green: Everyone is wondering what the hell is going on? Well its none of your damn business. Now next on the agenda. Well actually it’s the next match. Prissy vs Greg Jackson a non title matchup. I have decided to change my mind there. Tonight I have come to the realization that the FULL THROTTLE TITLE and the HARDCORE TITLE are OBSOLETE. They are a waste. So tonight I am bringing back an OLD SKOOL OWF title. THE PDA title! Greg Jackson and Prissy will fight for that championship here in just a few moments. Its hardcore and it’s a chance for joe shmoe off the street to get a chance. So step up! I am out of here FOR NOW.

‘thrown away by vast hits and Green walks out’

PRISSY BEATS GREG JACKSON TO BECOME THE NEW PDA CHAMPION

“So you think you got it like that”?? HIt’s the PA as Going Under by Evanescence blares simultaneously the crowd in attendance jumps to their feet as Prissy makes her way to the ring. She is not too happy with the new announcement made by Green but still is driven to get into the ring. She rolls under the bottom rope and jumps on one of the turnbuckles as the crowd pops and her music is cut short by her opponent’s Greg Jackson.

Greg’s music hits and he walks smiling to the ring. He looks at Prissy and smiles before entering the ring. He waves to a little fan at ringside as Prissy runs in and hits him in the back of the head. Greg turns around and grabs Prissy’s arm and locks it behind her back as he does a half sleeper. Prissy Grabs for Gregs face, but can’t reach. She kicks back and Greg is sent to his knees, but holds onto the ropes. He is soon upright as she missed her mark. Greg grabs her and throws her up into the ropes and she bounces back as she is met with a foot to the face and collapses in the ring. Greg goes for a cover 1...2 Kick out by Prissy as she is wiping her face off with her hand and its obvious that her lip is busted. Greg swings a few punches but Prissy ducks and then retaliates by kicking him in the leg. Greg doesn’t budge. He stares at her like she is crazy and she jumps in the air into a missle drop kick. Greg lands back against the ropes and then rams her down to the matt with a shoulder block. Prissy sits up immediately holding her head as Greg grabs her hair and stands behind her. He signals to the crowd and they cheer. Prissy kicks her foot up as Greg looks down and kicks him in the head. He lets go and she jumps on the top turnbuckle as he turns around and does a hurricarrana. Greg is flung onto the matt and the crowd cheers the scene. Prissy pulls herself up off the matt with the ropes. And scurries over for a cover.1...2 Greg power lifts Prissy off moves off from the matt. She looks frustrated as Greg is panting for breath. Prissy and greg get to their feet. Greg irish whips Prissy into the corner and follows in for a splash. Prissy moves and Greg hits hard on the turnbuckle. Prissy starts to repeatedly kick Greg. She then grabs his face and runs out of the ring and lands a swinging neck breaker. She covers..1..2...3 Your winner and NEW PDA CHAMPION>> PRISSY

AFTER that match Prissy is going into the locker room when…

As Prissy heads to the back from her match she turns the corner to her dressing room out of breath and almost collides with a man before her, leaning against the wall with a cigarette pressed between his lips...She looks at him curiously, just standing there in his black, baggy jeans..His fishnet shirt, his pulled back, blood-red hair still wet from his shower..Looking over and noticing her stare he gives her a slight grin...

Prissy: And who might you be exactly..?

He nods to a locker-room door to his left, the small sign reading "The Next Generation' Mark Payne" and he shakes his head with a "pfft..."

Mark Payne: Shit...They got it wrong, like always...Mark 'The Next Generation' Payne is my name, Hardcore Wrestlin' is my...Well yeah, whatever. Who are you …exactly?

Prissy just sort of watches him for a second before smirking as she knows he is mocking her in some way.

Prissy: Name’s Prissy...

Payne extends a hand, which she takes cautiously..He steps back and gives her a little grin..

Mark: Well Prissy, it's nice meeting you...Shit, maybe I could buy you lunch or something sometime...But, while you think on that I'm gunna get steppin'. You take it easy, and you let me know what you think about that lunch some other time...I think it's time I make my debut.

With that he gives her one last smile before taking off, his cigarette still pressed firlmy between his lips...

Smokey Green: Who the hell was that?

JV: He was just signed to a contract today from what I hear. The NEXT GENERATION Mark Payne is in the OWF… He looks to be the ladies man.

Smokey Green: Doesn’t look like his charm really worked on the new PDA CHAMP.

The camera switches into the arena, where the lights dim down to a pale green and a deep blue.

"Paint it Black" by The Agony Scene erupts over the P.A. system as none other then the former OWF up-and-commer Mark 'The Next Generation' Payne steps out onto the stage wearing the same outfit as when he spoke to Prissy...Making his way down to the ring, slapping the hands of several fans he follows up by sliding to the ring and posing up on the turn-buckles, one by one. Not even giving the ring announcer time to announce his name he snatches the microphone leaning on the top rope facing the stage as a "Mark Payne! Mark Payne! Mark Payne!" chant explodes from the fans, the smirk on his face growing wider and wider...

Mark Payne: I know you OWF fans haven't forgotten who I am, but incase anyone in the back has...Well, allow me to refresh your memory! I am Mark 'The Next Generation' Payne! I am the enigma of Hardcore, and The Prince of pain! I've toppled giants and made the world believe! I've looked death in the eyes and stepped away like it wasn't anything, and now I am here to make my full-time return here in OWF!

The fans explode into another roar of cheers and chants...

Mark Payne: Now, it was never said on OWF-Online but the reason I left was because I had a problem, I couldn't get over my cocaine addiction and baba, you couldn't believe how hard of a journey it was back here, but here I stand, ready to show the world why I am indeed the man Legends such as Blade, Michael Carrington, and Bryan Tann each took note in. Why I'm the same man who managed to nearly pin our current OWF champion, and why I am indeed the prince of eXtreme! OWF get ready...Because Payne-O-Mac is on the attack and their just isn't any going back.

Payne throws up his signature pose and his music hits again as the fans are cheering and he walks out.

JV: Well we get to see the real debut of Akeem Malik against the returning AOD.

Smokey Green: Last we saw AOD quit the federation.

JV: What a quitter. Akeem no showed the entire Shit Happens card.

Smokey Green: I heard he was on thin ice with management if he pulled the same shit tonight.

JV: 2 quitters facing each other. This is great. Maybe I should sleep through this one.

The match begins.

Akeem runs at AOD right before the bell sounds. Aod is punched in the face once.. twice then AOD blocks the third and retaliates with a few of his own falling in to the face of Akeem. Akeem is backed into the corner and then Akeem reverses it and throws AOD into the corner. He delivers a few knife hand chops to the chest of AOD. AOD yells out to the crowd and then kicks Akeem in the stomach.

He follows up with a powerful DDT, AOD gets up and catches his breath for a second, he lifts Akeem up by the head and headbutts Akeem. Akeem stumbles back and AOD follows up with a clothesline. AOD goes to lift Akeem up again and Akeem low blows AOD and follows up with a DDT of his own

AOD is down and Akeem is pulling him up to his feet by his hair. AOD gets up and is slammed back down to the mat by Akeem. Akeem then pulls him up again but AOD with a knee to the gut and then knife chop to the chest rocks Akeem. AOD then closelines him out of hte ring and gets ready to fly over the top rope and cross body Akeem. But Akeem catches AOD in mid air and then slams him into the steel railing at ringside.

The crowd gasps as Akeem grins a little bit. He picks AOD up by his hair and repeatedly slams AOD's head into the railing until AOD is busted open, blood pours from the laceration as Akeem goes sadistic on AOD and starts digging at the cut with his fingers, widening it, he throws AOD into the ring post as AOD's head bounces off of the steel and Akeem follows up with a vicious clothesline, He then picks AOD up and rolls him in the ring.

The referee stops the 10 count and Akeem walks up the steps and climbs the turnbuckles. AOD stands very unstable and turns around right into a head over scissors take over by Akeem. Akeem covers for the count.. 1..2.. kick out by AOD

BOth men now covered in blood and panting for air. AOD is first to his feet.

Akeem finally stands up, a little wobbly, he ducks a clothesline attempt from AOD and counters it with a devastating neckbreaker! Both men lay there, exhausted and out of breath, Akeem pulls himself to AOD and starts to bang his head against the matt as he covers himself in AOD's blood in the process

AOD looks like he is about to pass out from blood loss

Akeem gets to his feet as AOD is slowly getting up. AOD turns around into Akeem as a missle drop kick connects with his temple and AOD falls to the matt. Akeem covers 1..2..3 YOUR WINNER AKEEM!

JV: What a match with Akeem. They Both decided to show up tonight and this crowd is still feeling the affects of it.

Smokey Green: Yes definitely. AOD is much more intense than the last we saw him and Akeem looks like he has some gold in his future! Wait whats going on JV?

JV: Wait what is AOD doing?

Smokey Green: No clue…

AOD now rolls to the outside and is standing there with his hands on his hips real upset. HE IS CHOKING THE RING ANNOUNCER!!! WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING! AOD look at the look in his eyes! Security comes out breaking it up…medics are going to the ring announcer to make sure he is ok..

Smokey Green: What a madman!?

JV: He seems real upset with the loss and rightfully so the man never gets a break or a win for that matter!

Smokey Green: So whats next?

This is my last resort By Papa Roach hit’s the arena and fans are on their feet as Amaru, legend himself walks out with his dreadlocks in a ponytail and wears his signature sunshades..

JV: It cant be? Its Amaru!!!! What could he have to say?

Amaru: So as you all know I haven’t been around here in the past month or longer. Some of the people think I am just the man behind the scenes here say Silkk and others. But you know I’ve been at home relaxing this whole time mainly. Yeah you have seen me around a few times with my little sister Prissy keeping in touch with her and all. But other then that, I’ve been a ghost. There are many reasons why you all haven’t seen me around the ring or the back stage area. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking here recently and to my surprise something struck me pretty hard that I thought would never happen.

‘Amaru sighs. He looks up with almost a tear in his eye’

Amaru: It has been great being here in the OWF beating people left and right, the reuniting of Static and then the fall of Static the greatest stable ever created. And when I seen this happen I knew it was time. A time to call it an end of one thing and the start of something new! There was a lot of speculation leading up to the match that was supposed to happen between me and Silkk for the world title and it never happened. I know he still thinks he can beat me, but surely we all know you can’t. That title would have been mine and I never wanted it. “The Loose Cannon” said it him self that I would be the new world champion before his time was up, but I didn’t want it. I was told to be the one who would take it from him and yada yada but I DIDN’T WANT IT!

‘Amaru having more passion in his voice than ever’

Just so you all know the real reason why that match never happened. So to you OWF this is it. This is the last time you will all see me here, unless I decide to make a guest appearance some where some how. I’m leaving the OWF with the knowledge for all of you that you are not better then me I was unbeatable and I proved it over and over. There is not one man here who could beat me and you all saw it. So OWF I bid you a fare well, I bid this place it’s own well being so stay alive and show that great things never die but are only remembered which is better then not being known at all. To all the great people that are here right now I wish you all luck in the chance for greatness. Many of you hate me and a few of you actually like me. I know we have all had our ups and downs in the ring and behind the scenes. But that is what makes it so great being in the OWF. Trust me this is one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make. To Prissy my sister, I know you are going to feel like I am leaving you again, but I’m not I will always be there when you need me. It is not going to be like last time when I left. To Chris Green, brother we are FAMILY, STATIC FOR LIFE. To all my other brothers in Static and you know who are you I thank you guys for everything, and Shyne you can lick my ass crack you were never Static only a MEER PUPPET BITCH. This is going to be my last and final time to be in this ring and for me it is a proud moment because I am leaving something great behind me. I am moving on towards my life and I’ve found what I want and I can’t do it here any more because I lost the love for it. But to all in all hate me or love me just remember WHEN YOU SEE THE STATIC YOUR FUCKED.

Amaru walks out to a loud standing ovation…Green comes out from the back showing he is even emotionaland shakes his hand and raises his arm..

Amaru walks backstage and is greeted by Prissy who looks a little upset, but knew it was coming.

Prissy: Call me tomorrow when you make it home and let me know how it goes.

Amaru: Don’t be upset, and I will be watching you, and spending your money.

Prissy: WHAT??? That’s OUR inheritance. Remember?

Amaru grins with a laugh Amaru: I got a new life direction. Something else I have been wanting to do, and now that this money is in the bank, I can do it. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you with dad’s inheritance.

Prissy smiles and Amaru hugs her with a grin. He starts to walk off then smacks her in the back of the head as he yells something never looking back, but knowing that she is pouting.

Amaru: Keep kicking ass Sis.

Kenyon Carrington and his manager Jessica Rivera are seen walking around the backstage area before his match, Dave Rage runs up to him trying to get a word in

Dave Rage: Hey Kenyon what are you thoughts on your brother Silkk getting screwed!!??

Kenyon 'The Assassin' Carrington :: You think I care bout him? Fuck him! Listen to me its my turn! You know I dont know what the hell is going on anymore. You see I was the #1 Contender to the Full Throttle Title, I had my match lost to freakin girl in Prissy so what happens they give me another shot to be the number one contender yet again. So now this week I face Nick Booton. Then what next week??? You see Im sick of just random people. Im just going to get straight to the point, as in my promo this week about my childhood, Silkk Im calling you out.

Jessica 'Playboy Playmate' Rivera: Babe are you sure you want your brother in a match.

Dave Rage: But Silkk isn’t in the building? Besides which he has a lot more going on concerning getting screwed and what not? He may have left OWF for all we know?

Kenyon 'The Assassin' Carrington :: What are you saying? You guys dont think I can handle Silkk?? Your turning out to be just like everyone else. They all think that Silkk is better then me. Well you know what its time to find out and this Nick Booton? Give me a break this will be over before it starts

Kenyon storms out of the backstage area…

Dave Rage: Wow. He looks ready to step up to his brother who knows guys.

What You Know?" by T.I. plays in the arena as the fans start boo and then start chanting “Silkk” repeatedly as Kenyon Carrington. A chant of Carrington Fever echoes as Kenyon makes his way to the ring with a very upset look on his face as he is readying for Nick Booton. Suddenly till i colapse by eminem hits the speakers and Nick Booton comes out…

JV: Here comes Nick in his 2nd match here. He looks pretty amped..

Smokey Green: Wait a second? What is Carrington doing?

JV: I guess Carrington is upset he is going up the ramp and now both of them collide!!

Carrington now throwing repeated rights to the face of Booton as the match hasn’t even started yet! Carrington now with kick to the midsection and a neckbreaker right on the steal flooring! Carrington is standing over him as the fans boo loudly.

Smokey Green: Wow this must be a new side of Carrington or something.

JV: I like this side.

The bell sounds as Carrington drags Booton by the hair back into the ring. Carrington now throws Booton with force into the corner. Carrington slowly though going into the corner as Booton explodes with a clothesline that sends Carrington down with a big thud. Booton now with a legdrop on Carrington! He goes for a quick cover 1...2... no! Carrington with a kick out. Booton now taking control of this match. Carrington slow to his feet as Booton now with a flying scissor kick! Carrington looks like he is finished there as he goes for another cover 1..2.. no!

Smokey Green: Good stuff by Booton here. He is showing some solid talent.

JV: Whatever. He stinks.

Booton now going for a bulldog headpress, but Carrington pushes him off! Carrington now with a german release suplex! Carrington now kicks Booton in the mid section and wait a second!!! DRIVEBY BY CARRINGTON!!! That is his brother’s move!!! Booton is out 1..2..3!!!!

Smokey Green: Well Carrington took a page out of his brother’s book with that move.

JV: I think he’s just jealous of Carrington fever!

Smokey Green: I think we are getting some footage here?

JV: Lets see...

Morningstar comes out of a hotel room, room 113.A He is freshly showered and looking very spiffy in a pair of circular lensed sunglasses, a black Hard Rock Café T shirt, jeans, and black boots. He has a swagger to him as he walks down the hall.A little boy about 10 or 11 stops him.

Boy: Excuse me, Mr. Morningstar?

Christopher looks down at the kid.

Morningstar: What do you want short stuff?

Boy: YOU LOST TO A GIRL!!!!!

The boy runs off, as Morningstar looks on open mouthed, watching the child scamper off. He shakes his head and continues walking.

Morningstar: Well, that was a fluke! There is no way in HELL that I, CHRISTOPHER MORNINGSTAR should be loosing to a common woman. Yeah, yeah, laugh it up people! I know you think its funny, butI don’t. What a way for a star, MORNINGSTAR to debut. larger than life superstar! And yet I lost to some scum sucking whore?!?!Thats not right!!!! Where was my head at? I tell you where it was!ÂIt was in the sky, baby!

A man walks past, and looks at Morningstar.

Man: (exasperated) You delusional fuck, shut the hell up!!!

Morningstar continues walking. He’s going to the service desk. There is a middle aged woman at the desk with red hair. A bit overweight. Even though she is right at the desk, Morningstar acts like he doesn’t see her, and rings the service bell five times. She looks up at him with a look that says h ave you lost your damn mind? Her nametag says Kelly.

Morningstar: Excuse me, Flo? What time is check out time here?

Kelly: Sir, my name is Kelly and checkout time is at 11 am.

Morningstar checks his watch and it says 10:58 as does the clock behind her.

Morningstar: What kind of a rip off joint is this place!? Most juke joints like this don’t have check out time until noon!

Kelly: I wouldn’t know sir. Would you like to stay for another night?

Morningstar:God No!

He runs back down the hallway. The boy is in the hallway again, taunting Morningstar as he walks by.

Boy: You lost to a girl! You lost to a girl! You lost to a girl!!!

Morningstar is distracted by the kid, and comes to room 112, the room right before his.He opens the door, and we hear a woman SCREAM.

Morningstar: Oh no! Maam I am so sorry!

He closes the door almost all the way, and then opens it a bit more and peeks inside quickly.

Woman: GET OUT!

Morningstar jerks back and pulls the door all the way shut. Finally, he gets into room 113.A He gets his stuff together quick faster than a heartbeat and leaves the motel looking very, very disheveled.

Smokey Green: Well that was Christopher Morningstar ladies and gentlemen.

JV: Wow what a spaz.

Smokey Green: Crazy.

JV: Now to the main event

Smokey Green: So much has happened tonight and guess what? Theres even more!!! I hear something is going on in the parking lot…

Scene switches to the parking lot where DUDE JOB IS BACK!!! Dave Rage is with him.

DJ: Hey guy! Over here! The master of lawn darts is here!!

Dave Rage: Welcome back to the OWF Dude Job! We didn’t even know you were back?

DJ: Damn right I am back! I am ready also to kick some major tush in this place and next week it begins!

Dave Rage: So whats your comment on Chris Green now running the OWF?

DJ: Well honestly? I don’t like the bastard. He was why I was out of action for the past few months, but I will prove to him and the world nobody messes with THE DUDE!

Dude job walks off as the scene switches back to the ring.

Smokey Green: Well DJ is back. If we really get a chance to see the REAL dude job this guy could be a world champion.

JV: I know he has won a few world titles in other prestigious federations. He is still a freak though. Anyway to the action here.

The bell rings as Chelsea Fox, Shyne, and LT face off, Shyne is the first to strike as he nails Chelsea and LT with powerful right and left hands that send them crashing to the canvas, they pop up and Shyne double clotheslines them both as the crowd goes wild, they get back up and he does it again.

Smokey Green: Wow Shyne looks amped tonight!

JV: Who cares about the fans you jackass and win the match Shyne!

Chelsea and LT look at each other and run at him again this time ducking the clothesline and seeming to be double teaming Shyne in an attempt to bring this giant down. Chelsea kicks him in the stomach. SHyne staggers backwards against the corner. LT comes flying in with a splash, but Shyne side steps and LT crashes into the corner. He sees Chelsea running in at him and irish whips her into the corner and then follows in to splash both LT and Chelsea.

JV: This one is gonna be over shortly.

They stumble out and Shyne nails them with a double DDT. Shyne hops up on the top rope and leaps off, nailing a leg drop on both of them, he stands up and brushes his shoulder off and yawns making it known that this is easy.

He picks LT up and Suplexes him onto the ropes. He gets on the top rope and leaps off, he nails a leg drop on his throat. LT drops and Chelsea stands up, Shyne DDTs her. He picks her up and whips her into the turnbuckle. He puts her on the top rope and sets her up. He leaps off and hits the 4 CORNER HUSTLER! She is knocked out by the impact and Shyne lays across her lazily 1..2..3!!!!

Shyne celebrates in the ring as LT walks off

LT walks out from the match a little dissappointed in the loss. He looks around as a man comes walking down the hall and LT bumps into him. The guy turns his face up and it is a newest OWFite Cena. Cena stares at LT and LT pushes him angerily. Cena gets a cold stare in his face and shoves LT back. LT throws a punch and Cena blocks it. Cena throws a punch and connects. LT goes down and is back up in a second as a few referee's come to the scene and break up the commotion.

Smokey Green: Looks like another fight in the back there!

JV: Wow. This is the OWF!!!

Suddenly THROWN AWAY BY VAST HITS!!! Chris Green appears at the top of the ramp! Shyne stares him down as Green strolls down to the ring with a pretty serious look on his face…Shyne is holding his North American Championship just keeping an eye on Green..

JV: Uh oh the boss is here!

Smokey Green: Lets hear what he has to say…

Green calls for the mic…

Green: Well done again Shyne! You dominated those 2 quite easily. You think now your ready for a world title shot???

Shyne shakes his head yes..

Green: Welll… YOUR WRONG. I am not going to have my North American Champion just go for the world title. It doesn’t work that way. See Your gonna have to EARN THAT TITLE SHOT.

Shyne calls for a mic now..

Shyne: What do you think coming out here breakin my fucking back for this place isn’t enough!?

Green: Whoh there calm down. Listen up too you jackass. I have a few announcements. Everyone is wondering who is next to face Joseph Storm. Well? I DON’T FUCKING KNOW. Honestly? Nobody deserves that chance. In the end though. Someone will earn that chance. Someone will rise above all the rest and claim his right to be the #1 contender.

Smokey Green: What does this guy have planned?

JV: Listen you jackass!

Green: So let me start with the easy stuff first. First I am watching as Kenyon Carrington has been crying me a fucking river the last almost 2 weeks. Get this baby a tissue god dammit. So here it is Kenyon? Your chance. Your chance to prove that your not some piece of shit. Wait though? ITS YOUR ONLY CHANCE. In 2 weeks time. You will step in the ring… with . SHYNE! For the NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP IN A LADDER MATCH! Tuesday night terror June 20th. So heres your chance Kenyon, but if YOU fuck it up? Its over. Your back to the bottom of the god damn ladder.

Shyne: Now what about my title shot Green.

Green: Here is your title shot.

Green flips off shyne!

Green: Now to the biggest announcement. I am going to make history. First I am going to announce the next Pay Per View will be held in MADISON SQUARE GARDEN! That’s the place that Green made famous! Actually? I won my first world heavyweight championship in MSG. It kind of holds a little place in my heart. Cold Grass was born in MSG. So another thing will be born in MSG… SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST WILL BE BORN. What is that you ask? It is a tournament I am creating. You will fucking earn the world title shot. So to win this tournament you have to win 3 matches in one night in a tournament of 8 people in the Tuesday Night terror in 2 weeks. Wait? Shyne? I bet your asking? What you gonna be double booked? YES you will be. You want that title shot so bad? EARN IT YOU FAGGOT.

Shyne jumps up and down really pissed off as Green walks out.