-- OWF-NET 'FREE VIEWING' LIVE --

The OWF-Network cuts from the Jesse Williams promo, it continues on with the "free viewing" just moments away from the OWF Pay Per View. We see a scan of the underground parking lot, under the New Orleans Arena taking in all the beautiful vechiles. A line of at least 30 limos are backed into their specified spots, showing us the nostalgia and high prospects that have made this event so special. Slowly around the corner we see the shine of a hood as the sun glares off it into the lens of the camera. It creeps around the corner and in front of a camera. A green limo?

Burst - A green limo?! PIMP! GREEN IS FOR PIMPS!

Wilks - Is that limo on fire???

It slides past with the very back of 5 windows is cracked and a cloud of smoke comes from the inside, leaking out into the parking lot.

Wilks - I THINK ITS ON FIRE INSIDE!

Burst - You moron.. Whoever's in it is smokin a J.. Jesus you have to get out more.

It turns the second corner as the smoke blows in the wind and the cameras cut into the back.

Burst - Pff... On fire.. You dip shit...

The camera focuses in on a door that is quickly hurled open with obvious power. Walking through comes the OWF Public Display of Aggression Champion, Prissy. She begins to walk with her normal swagger. Down the hall another door opens. What the hell? ASW’s newest arrival Daniel Greene walks through the door. He looks around obviously with some goal in mind. Prissy continues to walk down the hall. Suddenly she turns the corner and Greene clotheslines Prissy. Everybody in the arena is in awe. What is Greene thinking?

Greene - I’m so sorry, I saw the shine of that title and I thought you were the PDA. I’m sorry for the mistake.

Prissy makes her way to her feet as Greene picks up his bag.

Prissy - I am the PDA champ you asshole.

Greene - Is that so?

Suddenly Greene drops his bag once again. And Prissy gets into a fighting position. Prissy throws a quick punch at Greene, but Greene sidesteps the punch and rams Prissy’s head into the concrete wall. Prissy falls to the ground in obvious pain, but Greene shows no mercy for the PDA champ. Suddenly Prez DK comes running onto the scene.

Prez DK - Get a referee!!! Get a referee!!! Tonight.. ALL NIGHT... Is open game night on the PDA champion. All this shit you've done to me and my stuff.. You wanna act like a bitch you will be treated like one!

Burst - OPEN GAME NIGHT! BEERS ON DK! WOO HOO!

Prez DK smiles as he watches Greene pull a metal pipe from behind a few stacked tables.

Prissy - If you think….

Wilks - Prissy...

Burst - Uh oh...

Wilks - PRISSY.... RUN!!!

Before Prissy can get the rest of the sentence out Greene turns her around wails her violently with a shot to the mid-section. Prissy falls to the ground moaning in obvious pain. Greene falls to his knees and pins the PDA champ as a referee comes flying to the scene He begins the count. 1…………..2…………3.

Prez DK - The new PDA champion, Daniel Greene!!!

Wilks - THE SHOW HASNT EVEN STARTED YET!

Burst - ITS O...............W...................F BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Down the hallway you can hear the whistling of Prez DK and as the camera changes angles and focuses on his face you can see the president smiling from ear to ear.

-- PAY PER VIEW HOUR 1 LIVE --

*BOOM!*

An explosion shakes the arena, you can feel the floors shake and the building rumble as the cameras bring themselves over a jam packed New Orleans arena. OWF banners are hung all over the balcony's, ring, and entrance ramp as the fans witness the biggest explosion of fireworks and pyro ever imaginable! The OWF-Tron flashes then bleeds the O...W...F... logo.

PA System - You fuckin right we did it!!!!!!................

The voice echos over the PA system as OWF's verison of "The hand that Feeds" by Nine Inch Nails hits. The fans pop and leap to their feets for the second time in 10 seconds.

PA System - Just how deep do you believe? Will you bite the hand that feeds?....

The commentators have to scream to be heard over the roaring arena, their voices are drowned out by a mixture of loud music, fireworks, and chants from the screaming crowd.

Wilks - LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WELCOME TO OWF PROVEN INNOCENT! You wouldn't BELIEVE the atmosphere in this arena right now!

Burst - Ahhh people keep touching me! MAKE THEM STOP!

Wilks - Just take it like a man Nick!

Burst - OH MY FUCKING GOD ITS HOT IN HERE! TURN THE FUCKING AIR CONDITIONING ON!

OWF Owner/President Scott 'Diamond' Kidd steps out onto the stage as the fans hail him throwing their arms up and down, praising him for putting on this promotion. He grins a bit and puts his arms in the air to celebrate victory.

Wilks - I'd like to take this oppertunity to thank everyone in attendence, all the wrestlers, all the people watching around the world for letting us come back and be #1 right off the bat!

Burst - Toby, OWF will ALWAYS be number 1! Even when we died back in 2001 people STILL screamed for us! ASW even went as far as banning our logo from all their shows!

Wilks - Well you know what Nick... FUCK ASW!

Burst - Wha.. Wha..... What the fuck? Your..... You don't cuss!

Wilks - I'm sorry, but I DESPISE that place!

Burst - You know what Toby... Your alright...

Wilks - Wow... Than....Thanks Nick!

Burst - For a gay guy.....

Prez DK slides into the ring and jumps to his feet then looks out into the crowd, OWF logos are painted across signs held high by the supporting fans. He grins and points to a sign that reads "OWF Hall of Fame... Prez DK!" Choked up a little he pulls a mic from his back pocket and begins to speak.

Prez DK - Wow.....

The arena is filled with "YOU ARE GOD, YOU ARE GOD" chants. They continue to praise him as he smiles and signals them to calm themselves and brings the mic to his mouth.

Prez DK - YOU KNOW... Last Wednesday I was sitting in my office listenin to some classic 2pac, drinkin an ice cold Keystone Light, smokin a cuban "Romeo n Joliet" cigar, with a chew of skoal apple in my lip.. Yeah I've got a habbit or two...

He stops to take in the atomsphere and get rid of the nervous bugs.

Prez DK - But back to the topic. So my cell phone buzzes.. It buzzes cause its on viberate most the time. So its buzzes, I pick it up.. And who would it be?? Who? Thats right.. THE KREMLIN! ASW's own "Public Relations".

The fans boo and a "FUCK YOU KREMLIN!" chant begins..

Prez DK - And what is it that he asked me? I'll tell you in a second, first let me illaberate on this, I'm gonna take you back to September when I secretly brought Duality into the world of wrestling, more specifically, I got him in the ASW. I gave The Kremlin and Rose an oppertunity of a lifetime. I told them that I will officially work for them for a small price. NOT MONEY.. Lord knows I wouldn't touch their scummy money!

Prez DK walks towards the ropes and paces back to his spot.

Prez DK - So I call up Krem.. Ring Ring.. Voicemail... "Hey Krem its DK, listen I got an offer for you, it concerns me running your smaller Showdown event. Get back with me." Weeks passed, no answer. So I confront Rose before an event. I say "Rose, listen.. I have this idea that will boost your ratings and make ASW interesting. Let me take charge of your ASW Wednesday Showdown card for a little while, you can book it.. I'll just be a GM type person for pure entertainment.." You know what she said?

He pauses...

Prez DK - NOTHING!!!.. FUCKING NOTHING! She blew me off! So I waited... I waited paitently in the wings for the time to strike with the OWF. I knew they didn't respect me enough to let me run one of their "all star" shows. I guess I just wasnt good enough as their president 6 years ago! Remember who gave you your start Krem?... I still own you!

"O...W..F, O...W..F!" Is the chant that flows through the crowd.

Prez DK - Back to the subject on hand. So Krem calls me last week.. And he pauses at first then says "Remember when you contacted me back a few months ago, about taking over one of the shows. Would you be interested in taking a show still?" Pfff... I'll get back to you! I said.. Kremlin let me tell you this strait off, I know your watching.. This is my final answer..... FUCK YOU! FUCK YOUR PROMOTION! FUCK MOST OF THE WRESTLERS THAT RUN WITH IT! IF YOUR NOT CONTRACTED UNDER OWF... THEN FUCK YOU! Fuck your ASW.. You didn't want me until you saw I could run you strait outta buisness! You can eat a fat dick because it will be a cold day in hell before you see DK running an ASW event!

Wilks - Tell em DK!

Burst - He contacted me too.. I told ASW to eat shit and die.

Wilks - Really? They contacted you?

Burst - Yeah.. Fuckin losers...

Wilks - Yeah... They never called me.

"O...W..F, O...W..F!"

Prez DK - I don't work for federations that cant decide who should win matches so they make them draw in the ring. Feds that run the same fuckin angles over and over.. You saw how easily the OWF took charge in ASW. You saw how nobody can stop us. But soon, they'll be down to the gimmickless Jake Blood has his Crypt of Jobbers! BECAUSE AS SOON AS DUALITYS CONTRACT IS UP... YOUR FUCKIN DONE!

The crowd chants for Duality, missing his absence from pure wrestling. Obviously wanting him in the true "Brand".

Prez DK - So... Now that its outta my system, I'm gonna move on to manners around here. Mysterious manners if you will! Vinny Vegas! I know your back there... I know you couldnt resist showing up tonight! This is the moment you've been waiting for.. Running around FUCKING with my staff and talent. Come on out Vegas.... Come on out.......

Suddenly the lights dim a little bit and a green fog engulfs the arena...

Burst - Vinny Vegas BABY!!!

Then a huge explosion at the top of the ramp and THROW AWAY by Vast hits the speakers as its none other than...CHRIS GREEN!!!! The fans are in shock with a mixed reaction as Green walks down to ringside... He steps into the ring bypassing Prez DK and calls for the mic... Chris Green stands there with the mic in hand with a smile on his face...

Chris Green - Whenever something huge is taking place I have to be part of it at least someway. I have some things to say on the grandest stage of them all...AN ASW PAY PER VIEW!!!!

'FUCK-YOU-GRE-EEEN!' is the chant that engulfs the crowd as Prez DK steps back and allows him to dig his own grave.

Chris Green - GOTCH YA! That fucking bingo hall? Let me tell you right now ROSE can kiss my ass. I should have MADE HER SIGN OVER ASW TO ME like she cried to people. Wah wah wah...

Green rubbing his eyes.

Prez DK - Chris.. Who invited you to my event?

Chris Green - Woah hold up DK, I'll talk to you in a second. I wanna trash me some ASW first! What a load of shit that was. All I did for years is try to make that place LESS boring and what did I get? You can get a contendership for the world title when you earn this and earn that? CHRIS GREEN EARN SOMETHING? fuck that. Seriously what in the hell should I earn anything? I am Chris fucking Green. I put on a show night in night out. Cold Grass?

Fans start to boo at the sound of the name

Chris Green - A legacy thats what Cold Grass was. ASW was busy sputtering away with Amaru? who?? Amaru thats who as the world champion after beating Scuba fucking Steve? Scuba what? JOKES thats what. I rescued that fed created the GREATEST feud of all time with us vs the Bad Mutha Fuckaz... I can go on and on about how we helped the fed develop into something more, but no I got shitted on by GREMLIN AND THAT FUCKING HOE BAG Rose. I know your watching this so this is what I think of ASW...

Green pulls his pants down and the camera zooms in on his buttcrack.

Chris Green - Need I say more. A few shout outs to the real fucking champion Jesse Williams. Love ya kid. DK doing a great job running this place. Bryan Tann? More Irish then my left testacle. Hawk Hendricks STILL dropping the ball.. Some of the newbies who have come and dont know who the hell I am? You will never be me because I ride space mountain baby! I'll leave you lookin like this chump at ringside... Yeah you Toby..

Wilks - Yeah eat shit Chris Green! You fed hoping piece of crap!!

Chris Green - Ya little faggot!

Wilks - YOU CANT EVEN KEEP A CONTRACT! YOUR BLOOD IS ASW CHRIS! GET THE HELL OUTTA THIS ARENA! THIS IS OWF!

Burst - Settle down little man, he'll kick your ass.

Wilks - I DONT CARE! Its trash like this that makes OWF look bad!

Chris Green - HAHA! And thats ALL NIGHT LONG KIDS! peace to the BY GOD DAMMIT OUT!

Prez DK - Hold the fuck up Chris... I know your games. You FUCKIN BRANDWAGON!

Chris Green - Woah.. Hold up DiK... Bite your tongue KID!

Prez DK - Nah... I'm not gonna bite my tongue Chris, you got two seconds to jump over those ropes and outta my ring before I bash your fed hopping ass!

Chris Green - I came out here for a............

The sound of a microphone thumps over the PA system as Prez DK spears Chris Green to the mat. He lays fists into his face then points down to Toby Wilks on the outside. Toby throws off his headset and climbs into the ring. Prez DK grabs the microphone and beats Chris Green in the forehead with it. Blood drips down Chris's forehead as he becomes groggy. Prez DK hops up and point to Toby then to Chris.

Prez DK - TANNMISSION!! DO IT!

Toby gladly grabs Chris Green and flips him over... Prez DK holds Green as Toby Wilks hooks in a weak verison of the Tannmission, Prez DK helps him hook it in tight. Chris Green falls unconscience due to his early beating. Prez DK grabs Green's arm and raises it..

Prez DK - HES OUT!

Burst - HAHA! Toby passed Green out!... Wow... This is a weak moment for the OWF.. ewww...

Prez DK - Security.. Escort Mr. Bandwagon outta the arena please.

Security comes down to the ring, Toby refuses to break the hold letting his anger control him. Prez DK pries him off and Toby jumps up to his feet, he smiles his goofy smile and raises his arms as the fans cheer for him. He takes in his moment of fame then climbs out of the ring. Security scoops up Chris Green and take him out of the arena.

Prez DK - Vinny Vegas.. I'll be back shortly.. You better meet me in that ring!

Wilks - DID YOU SEE THAT!? DID YOU SEE ME CHOKE OUT CHRIS GREEN!?

Burst - Uhh yeah...

Wilks - Wasn't it great!?

Burst - It was something....

Wilks - Ahh man I'm pumped!

Burst - Easy killer..... We got matches to get to.

Nichols - The following contest is the Gang Wars Match! Its for the OWF Tag Team titles! The first round will be a first blood elimination tag match, until four people are eliminated! The second round will be an elimination tag team title match. The last two remaining will be the OWF Tag Team champions! The teams are in order as announced.

Burst - This match confuses me...

Wilks - Here comes the first team!

Nichols - Representing team one.. Gavin Payne, Seth Price, and the Team of N.U.T.S. Kellan Hunter and Tad O. Minor!

Wilks - What the... Seth Price and Daniel Greene didn't get placed together!

Burst - Stupid ASR wrestlers... Good I hate them!

"Back in Black plays over the PA first as Kellan and Tad step out onto the stage. "Here comes the pain" hits as Gavin Payne comes out behind NUTS on the ramp. "Alive" by POD starts up as a nerous Seth Price steps out. He runs down the rampway and slides into the ring leaving the other three on the stage. They glare at him then head to the ring.

Wilks - They still have a chance to walk away as the champions. With one on each team! They could acctually work together if they wanted.

Burst - Screw em... I hope they die!

Wilks - Obviously Seth Price doesn't wanna be caught up with the rest of the team.

Nichols - And their opponents... The team of Jack Destiny, Jasper Rage, Daniel Greene, and Angel of Death!

Burst - Thats one ugly team. They'll beat the crap outta each other before they make it to the ring.. Bet me... Bet me!

All of the contestants come out together before their names are announced or music hits. They rush the ring and the match begins.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

All eight men are in the ring, trying to decide who will start things off. Even though they are opposite teams, Daniel Greene and Seth Price are talking to each other on one side of the ring. They seem to come to an agreement about somethng and head to their seperate corners. They both exit the ring to the apron, not wanting to be the first two people involved in the match. Eventually Jack Destiny and Angel of Death exit the ring as well. It looks like Jasper Rage will begin things for his team, reluctantly. N.U.T.S. has also exited the ring to the apron, leaving Gavin Payne to face Jasper Rage. The two men circle each other, and Rage puts his arm up, taunting Payne to enter into a test of strength. Gavin looks at Jasper, and shakes his head. He doesn't want any part of this trickery. The crowd boos and errupts in chants.

"PUSSY! PUSSY! PUSSY!"

Payne finally gives in to the taunts of the fans and he clutches Rage's hand, and the two men slowly raise their other hands up and lock them together. Gavin seems to have the upper hand, as the two struggle to overpower one another. Payne kicks Rage in the midesection, obviously having enough of the test of strength. Rage keels over, gasping for air, and Gavin takes advantage. Gavin sets Rage up for the Lights Out, but Jasper lifts Payne up and over his head with a back body drop. Payne looks pissed and he quickly gets back to his feet. The two men grapple in the center of the ring, and Payne hoists Rage high above his his head with a gorilla press, and then drops Rage flat on his face. Payne pulls Rage up by his hair, and grapples him again. Payne does a simple, picture perfect arm drag take down. Jasper slides backwards a bit, with a frightened look on his face. He leaps towards his team mates and tags in the Angel of Death. Instead of entering the ring, Angel drops to the floor outside. Angel walks over to the announcers table and pushes Wilkes out of his chair.

Wilks - HEY! HE STOLE MY CHAIR! HEY GIVE IT BACK!

Burst - Yeah so do something about it..

Wilks - I WILL! I'll sit here on the ground until someone brings me a chair!

He picks up the steel chair and turns to enter the ring. Angel turns around to mouth off, just as he turns, Gavin Payne runs and slides, and nails Angel in the side of the head with a baseball slide kick. Gavin slides the rest of the way out of the ring, and gives Death a few stomps to the body. He turns his attention towards the steel chair that Angel was holding and tosses it into the ring. Gavin looks back towards Angel and stomps his a couple of more times. He helps Angel up and rolls him into the ring. Payne uses the steel steps to get back up on the apron. He turns and taunts the crowd, then steps through the ropes and back into the ring. Payne stands above Angel and pulls him up half way, he again sets up the Lights Out, but Angel counters the manuever with a low blow. Payne drops down to the mat holding his crotch. Angel looks over and finds the steel chair. He picks up the chair, and his evil grin tells his game plan. Payne slowly rises up to his knees, trying to catch his breath. He finally makes his way back up to his feet, as Angel runs at him full speed with the steel chair. Gavin drops back down to his knees, still affected by the low blow, and Angel swings the steel chair at where Gavin's head was at not even a milisecond before. He completely misses Payne, but, holy shit!! He connects with a direct hit on his own team mate, Jasper Rage!! Rage drops like a sack of potatos to the floor outside of the ring. A small pool of blood soon forms around his head. The referee signals that someone has been eliminated, and that someone is obviously Jasper Rage.

Burst - There goes the hillbilly!

Nichols - Jasper Rage has been eliminated!

Angel look down at Rage and laughs, he doesn't care that he eliminated his own team mate, it's essentially every man for himself and Angel knows this. He drops the chair on the apron and turns attention to Gavin Payne, who is still trying to collect himself after that devestating low blow. Outside of the ring, Jasper Rage has finally gotten back to his feet and he looks furious. He walks over to the time keeper and steals the ring bell. He turns and hurls the bell towards Angel of Death. Inside the ring, Payne rises to his knees, and Angel attempts a power bomb. Payne his up on Angel's shoulders, when suddenly, BLING!! The ring bell smacks him square in the nose!! The bell then falls and hits Angel on the top of head, and both men fall to the mat. Gavin Payne appears to have a broken nose, with blood gushing everywhere, as the referee signals that another man has been eliminated.

Nichols - Gavin Payne has been eliminated!

Burst - Good ridence, hope I never see his ugly mug again!

Kellan Hunter enters the ring to take advantage of the situation. He runs over to the turnbuckle and removes the padding. He then rushes over to Angel and kicks him a few times to make sure he is still down. Hunter quickly tags in the other member of N.U.T.S. Tad O'Minor!! Tad is really fired up and he enters the ring with a head full of steam. He quickly runs over to Angel and jumps on him. Tad gets back to his feet and scratches his head, he doesn't seem to know what to do. Kellan points to the exposed turnbuckle, and Tad nods in approval. Tad attempts to pull Angel to his feet...but he can't do it. Tad pulls up on Angel again and this time he loses his grip and falls backwards. Hunter enters the ring once more and pulls Angel up to his feet for Tad. Hunter then irishwhips Angel into the corner with the exposed turnbuckle. Kellan exits the ring once more and cheers Tad on. Tad looks over at Angel, who is dangling in the corner. Tad makes some sort of weird hand signal, and the crowd boos. Tad runs towards Angel, full speed ahead, and leaps into the air. It looks like he's attempting a rip off of the "Stinger Splash." Angel is still dangling in the corner, but his arm falls off the top rope that was holding him up and he falls down to his knees. Tad is still up in the air, and he realizes he is going to miss Angel. A huge "oh shit" look appears on his face as he splashes face first into the exposed turnbuckle. Angel rises back up to his feet and tags in Daniel Greene. The referee inspects Tad O'Minor and signals that another man has been eliminated.

Nichols - Tad O. Minor has been eliminated!

Burst - BOOOOO! I don't see any blood!

Wilks - Try looking at his face!

Kellan enters the ring again, this time really upset as his partner has been eliminated. He rushes into the ring and nails Greene with a running reverse bulldog. Kellan wastes no time in continueing his offensive explosion and pulls Greene back up to his feet and quickly hits Greene with a DDT!! Wow, that was the Blackout!!! Greene is down and out. Kellan finds the steel chair still in the ring, and he goes to attack Greene to hopefully bloody him up. Seth Price jumps into the ring though to attempt to save his tag team partner. Kellan raises the chair high above his head, and Price grabs a hold of it. They struggle over the chair for a few seconds, and Price lets go of the chair, and with the force that Kellan was pulling with, the chair flies from his grasp as well. The chair flies over towards their opponets corner!! Angel of Death notices the chair, and ducks, but Jack Destiny is posing for the fans, and the chair smacks him right in the back of the head!! The impact propels Destiny off of the apron and he falls face first towards the floor. His head bounces off of the announcers table as his legs land on the floor. Blood gushes from his mouth as his head bounces on the table!!! The referee signals that the final member has been eliminated and the Frst Blood Rules will no longer apply.

Nichols - Jack Destiny has been eliminated!

Destiny didn't even step a foot into the ring yet and because he wasn't paying attention he is eliminated. Daniel Greene is still unconscious in the ring, and Seth Price is beating up his own team mate Kellan Hunter!! He knows that the final two men will become the OWF Tag Team Champions, and he is trying to make sure that the last tow are himself and Daniel Greene, his tag team partner. Angel, noticing that Greene is still down on the mat, enters the ring and makes the cover. The referee drops down into position and begins to make the count. Price noticing his partner in danger of elimination, tosses Hunter to the outside of the ring, and attempts to break the count. He dives on top of the referee to stop the count. Price pulls Angel off of Greene and grapples him. Angel, obviously the bigger of the two, simply overpowers Seth and nails a huge high impact powerbomb!! All Angel has to do now is pin both members of ASR and he will win the match!! Suddenly the crowd breaks out in an uproar as two men, both wearing hats rush into the ring!!! The smaller of the two is wearing black and purple shorts that read "Styxx" and the larger of the two is wearing blue jeans, and his hat says "Stonze." Angel doesn't know what to make of these two men in the ring. He reaches for Styxx, but Stonze hits him with a chop block to the back of the knees. Angel drops down to one knee, and Styxx steps towards Angel, steps up onto his knee, leaps up from it, and brings his knee forward to smash Angel in temple on the side of his head. Angel drops down, unconscious. Daniel Greene finally gets to his feet at this time, and notices the two new men in the ring. Stonze turns around to face him, and guickly kicks Greene in gut. Greene drops to his knees, gasping for air. Stonze hoists Greene up onto the nearest turnbuckle, and sits him up on it facing the crowd. Stonze takes a few steps back, then run and vaults over Greene, smashing Greene's head into the the top of the ring post, while Stonze lands on the apron outside. Greene flops backwards and lands on his back in the ring. Stonze hops up onto the top turnbuckle, and leaps off. He executes a picture perfect shooting star press!!!! Styxx and Stonze have simply annihilated Daniel Greene and Angel of Death. They quickly leave the ring, and exit through the crowd of fans. Seth Price is finally recovering from that massive power bomb. He isn't aware of what has transpired, but he crawls over to Angel of Death and pins him. The referee is still knocked out though!!! A new referee is running to the ring!! Kellan hunter crawls into the ring and notices Daniel Greene is down and out. He crawls over to Greene and makes the cover. Kellan wakes up the original referee just as the new one slides into the ring. Both referees are in position to make the counts. 1...2...3!!!!

Nichols - Daniel Greene and Angel of Death have been eliminated!

Seth Price gets up to go check on Daniel Greene, not knowing that Kellan has made the pin on Greene!!! The referees call for the bell. Price is furious!! He argues with the referees over the call, but the descision has already been made. The other referee enters the ring with the Tag Team Titles and hands one to Seth Price and the other to Kellan Hunter!!!

Nichols - Here are your winners and NEW OWF Tag Team Champions.... Seth Price and Kellan Hunter!

Wilks - ASR owns our PDA title and half a tag gold.. Thats too much if you ask me.

Burst - Aren't you just a negative nancy tonight?

Wilks - I just don't like trash wrestlers that come in because OWF is doin hot. Where the hell where these two when OWF reopened on the 5th? These guys where sitting in ASW on their throwns..

Burst - Damn Toby, your opinionated for the first time... ever!

Wilks - The throwns gone now ASR! Your in the big leagues!

The ring is clear as Daniel Greene who is still at ringside grabs his PDA title from the time keeper and slides back into the ring. The fans begin to show their disapproval as The Dragon is unable to speak any words. Greene puts his head down as he waits patiently for the fans to relinquish their chants. Finally, after a few moments, Greene puts the microphone up to his mouth and begins to speak.

Daniel Greene - Outsider Wrestling Federation. Everybody seems so surprised, and yet you all once again fail to realize that I myself am an outsider to this very place. Tonight is my first appearance in an OWF event, and already I have shown my worthiness by defeating “the fans” PDA champion, Prissy. What a joke?

Wilks - Someone please get this guy outta here.

The fans begin to boo loudly as The Dragon shrugs his arms, showing off his obvious lack of caring for what they think.

Daniel Greene - I have no remorse for beating the hell out of her. The simple fact that she’s a woman means nothing to me. I’m one hundred percent ruthless aggression and if a woman is carrying a title than she must be able to defend it. I’ll say it again, I have no remorse for what I did, and if you all don’t like it, that’s just too damn bad.

Greene smirks as the fans hold up signs in the air in the background.

Daniel Greene - But enough about that bitch, I suppose the real question of the night is what is ASW’s savior doing at a OWF pay-per-view event? It’s simple really. You see back when OWF reopened a few select people decided that they would infiltrate my beloved ASW, and in the process they stole away the true feeling of that place. As I watched the place from the backseat I noticed that ownership began to lose control and soon enough OWF was running ASW. But now, the ASW savior has stretched himself. He has decided that not only is OWF going to be dismantled on my home ground, but OWF is going to be dismantled on their home ground.

The fans once again pick up trash and start throwing it towards the ring. Greene smirks as he notices the amount of attention he has gained to this point.

Daniel Greene - The OWF has awakened a giant of sorts. They decided to beat down an already downed ASW, and now their very existence will be challenged. Tonight ASW has already gained ground in the fight to regain honor. Come Wednesday night I, Daniel Greene will bring home the PDA championship to ASW. And to be honest I don’t see anybody here who can sto…..

Greene is cut off by the arrival of Prissy. Prissy runs to ringside then slides underneath the ropes and stands up glaring into the eyes of Daniel Greene. Prissy gleams him a quick smile…Greene keeps a stern face. Prissy throws a right hand to Greene, but Greene blocks the attack and counters with a right hand of his own. Prissy goes down as Greene walks over to taunt her. Suddenly from behind Amaru comes running through the crowd. Greene still is unaware of his presence and continues trash talking Prissy. Amaru slyly slides into the ring making sure to pick up a metal chair before he enters. Amaru walks up to Greene. Greene senses something and turns, but simultaneously Amaru swings the chair and connects with Greene’s cranium. Greene falls to the ground as Prissy jumps up from playing opossum. She jumps on top of Greene and pins him. 1…………..2………….3. The bell rings and the ring announcer can be heard over the PA system.

Wilks - TAKE THAT ASR!

Burst - HAHA! You got beat by a girl! Fuckin Loser!

Wilks - Not just any girl.. She is the TWO time OWF PDA champion!

Nichols - Your new PDA champion, Prissy!!

Prissy and Amaru haul ass out of the as Greene gets to his feet slightly favoring his battered skull. He looks up the ramp at them and smiles?

Wilks - The sick freak is smiling at them!

Burst - I'd be all smiles if Prissy was laying ontop of me too!

The cameras switch to the parking lot, where we see a black limosuine pull up, and stop. The door bursts open, and Jesse Williams walks out, with the ASW World Title.

Wilks - I guess Williams successfully defended...

Burst - We won't know for a week anyways.

Wilks - Pfffffffffff... HAHAHAHAHAAAAAA

Toby slips off his head set and can be heard laughing in the background.

Burst - Tonight I see ASW as a giant toliet.. And we are the huge white guy eating taco bell sitting on them with our pants down giving them the SHIT they desurve.

He grabs his bag out of the limo, and closes the door. He makes towards the door, and the limo takes off. Just then, the doors to the arena bust open, and Dub comes out and gets into Williams's face

Dub - Yo, you think you're good? Take me on! I have a baseball with your name written all over it!

Behind them you notice a man in a giant milk shake costume jumping up and down.

Burst - ITS THE MILK SHAKE MAN!

Wilks - Hey it is... Hes a long way from Reno 911!

He scoots closer to Jesse waving wildly into the camera. Jesse turns slightly and punches him in the face. The guy falls backwards and Jesse and Dub continue. Williams smirks, as Dub reaches into his pocket and pulls out a baseball..

Dub - Play Ball!

He throws the ball, but he completely misses Williams, who doesn't even flinch

Williams - You know, nobody in OWF likes you except Perry, the stable hates you infact. I'm a messenger of sorts. I'm here to say, from the OWF Stable, who can't stand up for themselves...not only are you a joke that didn't deserve to be in the same stable as me- but you're a bitch too.

Williams drops his bag and with one quick hard punch, he decks Dub. The sound of bone hitting bone echoes in the parking garage as Dub falls to the ground like a ton of bricks, laying him out cold. Williams looks down at him, and spits on him.

Williams - THE ONLY 'DUB' AROUND HERE, IS MOTHER FUCKING JDUBZ, the soon to be, OWF World Champion, you fucking bitch.

Williams walks to his bag, picks it up, then opens the door to the arena and walks inside.

Burst - Dirty Mexican and a wanna be black guy... This worries me... Poor OWF.

Wilks - You have to look past the races here Nick. Look and see where the heart of the OWF is!

Burst - ITS DAMN SURE NOT AROUND THE WAIST OF JESSE WILLIAMS!

Wilks - Yeah but..

Burst - BUT SHIT! I think its disrespectful to walk into our arena with that shitty piece of tin around his waist!

Wilks - Its about pride Nick. Jesse has found pride wearing that title in an OWF arena! Hes showing everyone that OWF is the place to be and that he CAN represent the OWF over in ASW.

Burst - Bull shit! Jesse is trash. I've always said hes trash and he will remain trash in my eyes. Only reason hes ASW champion is because they have no competition! Watch as Greg Jackson walks out tonight as the OWF champion!

Wilks - I'm done arguing.. But I think this is Jesse's night.

Nichols - The following contest is scheduled for a No Disqualification grudge match!

The arena goes dark, and the crowd buzzes as they're in total darkness. Suddenly, the sound of a young child can be heard over the PA as if the eerie voice is speaking a dark prophecy.

PA System - Cry little sister. Come to your brother.

Nichols - Coming to the ring at this time.... From Pittsburgh PA... The Loose Cannon.. Bryan Tann!

The arena EXPLODES in firey pyro and red light as "Swamped" by Lacuna Coil hits over the PA. The firey pyro at the entranceway looks like a walkway straight to hell. Standing amidst the fire is a lone figure, looking as though they are walking through hell like it's an everyday thing. The OWF fans ERRUPT as OWF Hall of Famer "The Loose Cannon" Bryan Tann emerges from the flames. His eyes are focused on the task at hand, yet taking in the loud pops from the OWF fans. Tann walks down the ramp with his intense eyes glaring towards the ring, even though they're covered by sunglasses. He heads down to ring side, and slides in under the bottom rope. When he's in the center of the ring, he throws his arms high over his head letting out a LOUD roar as the pyro in the ring erupts again, sending fire into the air. Finally, the pyro subsides, and the lights are normal again, as Tann is ready to begin his path of destruction.

Nichols - And his opponent... Hawk Hendricks!

The lights go out and Click Click boom By Saliva starts to play. Flames shoot up in intervals up and down the ramp while the screen pops up a picture of the World Title. Then the words Definition of an Icon flash on the screen. Then past video of Hawk in previous matches flash to the music. He walks out from the back in a pair of black wrestling shorts and boots. His muscular frame tense and powerful. He plays the crowd with an arrogant flair as he walks to the ring. He then gets in the ring and flexes to the crowd then waits for his opponents as the lights come back up to full..

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Bryan Tann charges towards Hawk, they lock up and Tann reaches down, grabs a leg. T-bone Suplex! Tann climbs on top of his opponent and pounds away. Hawk throws his hands up to stop but Tann overpowers. He climbs off and pulls Hawk with him. He whips Hawk against the ropes, he bounces back, SPEAR! Tann steps over his broken opponent and grins. Hawk rolls away, holding his stomach. Bryan Tann slides out of the ring and grabs a steal chair from under the ring. Hawk gets to his feet and waits for his opponent. Tann charges, swings the chair, Hawk ducks, Tann turns around and is met with a drop kick to the face. Tann falls back onto the ropes, Hawk charges and closelines him over the top rope. Tann hits the mat hard, but gets to his feet. Hawk yells down at his opponent, but is cut off when Bryan Tann grabs him by his feet, sending him down to his back and pulling him out of the ring. Tann stands up Hawk and nails in flat in the skull with his chair!

Wilks - Bryan Tann is going to work on Hawk Hendricks!

Hawk falls down against the ring, but Tann doesn't give up, he whips his body against the railing, followed up by another steel chair shot to the head! Hendricks hits the floor Tann picks him up holds him up by the chin. Tann rips into Hendricks who is to hurt to fight back, but he can't take enough he swings and nails Tann in the jaw with a fist. Tann stumbles back. Hawk takes advantage and whips Tann into the stairs, falling to the ground to use all his strength. Tann files over stairs, landing on his back. Hawk slowly moves towards Tann. Tann gets to his feet, they begin trade blows until Hawk ram's Bryan Tann's head into the ring post. Hawk follows up by DDTing Tann onto the mat. Hawk stomps away on Bryan Tann. He turns around but Tann grabs his ankle, tripping him to the mat. Tann gets a grip on his ankle and turns it into a ankle lock! Hawk screams out in pain. Tann climbs to his feet, applying more pressure. Hawk finally spins out, and kicks Tann against the ring post. His head makes a loud smack. Hawk gets to his feet quickly and spears Tann against the ring post again. Tann falls limp and Hawk catches him on his shoulder, he carries him over the announcer's table.

Burst - Kick his ass Hawk!

Wilks - Not our table! Com'on guys!

Burst - Its a PPV Toby, what'd you expect? Sheesh..

Hawk throws Tann onto the table, climbing on top with him. Tann gets to his feet, punches Hawk, he punches back. They start trading blows. Hawk goes to take him down but Tann double axe handles him in the back, Hawk falls to one knee. Tann holds his head down and knees him in the face, then throws his body onto the mat, outside of the ring. Hawk meets the ground hard, Tann follows up and jumps off the announce table, ELBOW DROP! Tann's elbow cracks against the jaw of Hawk Hendricks. Tann is slow to get to his feet. Hawk rolls around in pain, holding his jaw. Tann props himself up using the announce table. He watches Hawk roll around then stomps on him once he gets in distance. Hawk stops rolling, he lays on his stomach and Tann climbs on top, locking in a camel clutch. Tann pushes down on his back, and pulls his chin back, spreading him apart. Hawk fingers his way through Tann's grip, but he holds on tight. Hawk is relentless and finally manages to break Tann's grip. Tann stands up and stomp on Hawk's back again. Hawk lays flat out on the mat, breathing hard since relief of being let loose from the camel clutch. Tann turns around and grabs the time keeper's bell and throws it hard against Hawk's stomach. A small ring is heard over Hawk's yelp. Tann walks over slowly, eyeing down his prey. Hawk makes a quick move and sweeps Tann's feet, tripping him forward, falling face first onto the steel steps! Tann bounces off the steel and hits the mat. Hawk takes advantage to regain his strength. He walks to the side of the ring and pulls out a wooden table. He slides it into the ring and follows. Bryan Tann gets to his feet, a large cut across his forehead lets out a small amount of blood. Tann climbs into the ring and stalks up behind Hendricks as he finishes setting up the table. Hawk turns around and finds Tann waiting behind him. Tann kicks Hawk in the stomach, he goes down to one knee. Tann sets him up, POWERBOMB through the table! The table shatters, the fans go crazy. "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" But Bryan Tann isn't finished. Hawk lays motionless on the floor surrounded by table debris. Tann goes outside of the ring and searches around for a weapon. He finally he finds something to his liking, a small steel baseball bat. He slides into the ring. Hendricks climbs to his feet. Tann looks him up and down, Hawk holds his stomach hurt, Tann swings, falling to one knee, taking out his knee. Hawk hits the mat hard, Tann follows up by wrapping the bat around Hawk Hendrick's neck. Tannmission! Bryan Tann locks it in with a baseball bat across his opponent's neck. Tann suplexes him over head from the Tannmission position!

Wilks - Hawk Hendricks is taking a beating like never before! He's just proving a point, "don't fuck with my kid!"

Tann mounts his opponent, not hitting just staring at him. He picks up Hawk's bruised head and whispers into his ear. Tann slaps Hawk and drops his head onto the mat. Hawk spits blood up and it hits Tann in the face. Tann stands up and wipes the blood from his face. He walks to the other end of the ring and signals to the time keeper.

Burst - What's this psychopath doing now?

The timekeeper toss Bryan Tann another steal chair. He sets it up in the center of the ring. He picks up Hawk Hendrick's beaten body and sets up for a DDT. Hawk can't fight it, Tann looks back and aims for the chair. AFTERMATH! Hawk's head smashes against the chair, it folds under the impact. Bryan Tann rolls him over and the ref makes the slow, inevitable three count.... 1..... 2..... 3.

Nichols - Here is your winner... Bryan Tann!

Burst - Ahh come on!

Wilks - Hawk really lost a step from his days...

Burst - That match was brutal to watch.. Blah it reminded me of WCW. Lets move on... I cant take that shit!

-- PAY PER VIEW HOUR 2 LIVE --

We cut to the backstage area where Jackie Kissens is seen with a microphone in hand. Standing beside her is Greg Jackson, all ready to go for his World Title match. Greg gets a good pop when he appears on screen.

Jackie Kissens - Greg Jackson, tonight is the night! The night you face Jesse Williams in the Road to Glory tournament finals! If you win, you become the OWF World Champion. What are your thoughts?

Greg Jackson - I think you're very good at stating the obvious.

Jackie Kissens - ...Thank you?

Greg Jackson - All right, listen up! Jesse Williams can talk all he wants about me not being focused, not being prepared and whatever else! I'm focused now, that's what matters and that's what he has to worry about! Not whether I was worried about him or not a few days ago!

Greg grabs the microphone away from Jackie and continues.

Greg Jackson - Not a lot of people think I can do this. I can't blame them, I mean, Jesse Williams has done it all, and I've done nothing. That changes tonight! I said I would get here, and I did that! Jesse Williams, your time on top in OWF will be over before it even begins! Because people are SICK and TIRED of watching you parade yourself out here with that piece of trash that you call a World Title belt. People are sick and tired of you doing what you want, whenever you wanna do it! There's a NEW franchise here in OWF! And that's me! And not only will I be the new franchise... I'm also gonna be the NEW OWF World Champion.

And with that, Greg walks off camera, leaving Jackie Kissens by herself.

Nichols - The following contest is scheduled for one fall! It is a PDA title match! The champion.. Prissy! And her opponent.. Kico Kane! Both participants are on Bourbon Street at this time!

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Prissy charges at Kico, she jumps up going for a Lou Thesz press but Kico catches her and delievers her a spine buster onto sidewalk!

Wilks - Ouch! It could be over quick!

Kico goes for the cover, 1.. 2.. Prissy kicks out and rolls off to the side of the street. Kico picks her up by the hair and knees her in the stomach. He follows up by picking her up into a bodyslam, Kico carries her over to a parked silver civic and bodyslams her onto the hood! The car alarm goes off. Kico climbs up on the hood and goes for the cover, 1... 2.. Prissy kicks out again. Kico smacks the top of the hood in anger then rolls Prissy off, she hits the sidewalk hard. Kico walks over and kicks her in the stomach. Prissy screams as she jumps to her feet and spears him! Kico falls back and hits the pavement. Prissy pounds away at Kico. She finally stands up, pulling Kico with him. Kico gets pulled to his feet and whipped hard into a newspaper stand. Kico slides down the stand, Prissy runs at him and puts her knee into his face. A window next to OWFites smashes when a drunk comes flying out the window

Bouncer - And stay the fuck out!

The drunk slowly gets to his feet brushing glass off his raggity wool jacket. He takes a sip of his bottle of Jack Daniels.

Drunk - Heeeeey there! Want to come back my pet sssssnake?!

Prissy gives the drunk a disgusted look and goes to kick him in the nuts, but he falls over and passes out when he hits the ground. Prissy shrugs him off and turns around, Kico grabs her head, JAWBREAKER. Prissy stumbles back, Kico runs at her for a closeline but she ducks, Kico and her spin around, super kick to the chin of Kico! Kico falls back and hits the sidewalk. Prissy climbs ontop, 1.. 2.. KICKOUT! Prissy looks around for a weapon and finds nothing, finally she seems a hooker down the side walk. Prissy apporaches her.

Hooker - Sorry I don't do women.

Prissy gives the hooker a dirty look. The hooker looks back in shock

Hooker - You wanna go bitch?!

The hooker swings her purse at Prissy, but she misses and Prissy smashes her head against a parked card. Another car pulls up in front of them, the window rolls down. Prissy looks in, holding the hooker by the hair. An older man leans over.

Driver - How much for the both of you?

Prissy throws the hooker against the car but Kico runs over and tackles Prissy down to the ground and rolls her up for a pin, 1.. 2.. Kickout! Prissy rolls him over and punches him in jaw. Prissy gets back up and heads for the hooker, she grabs her foot and pulls off her high heel shoe, she heads for Kico.

Burst - Its a pissed off woman with a high heel, RUN KICO!

Prissy pulls Kico up so he sits up straight, she holds his head still as he rams the heel of the shoe against his forehead over and over, until she draws blood. Prissy knee Kico in the back of the head. She tosses the high heel into the street and drags Kico Kane to his feet. She sets him up for a suplex, but Kico fights back and overpowers, he lifts Prissy up and suplexs down onto the pavement! Both competitors are passed out on the sidewalk. Kico crawls over and drops his arm on top of Prissy, 1.. 2.. She rolls over. Kico gets to his knee, Prissy stands up, Kico follows, he grabs her by the arm, throws her towards a car, she reverses and Kico's back smashes against the side of the car. She runs, jumps going for her Head Scissor's finisher but Kico ducks! Prissy plants her feet on the roof of the car, MOONSAULT! Prissy takes Kico down to sidewalk once more. The ref counts, 1.. 2.. Kico's shoulder goes up. Prissy gets to her feet and climbs the newspaper stand, waiting for Kico. Kico, still feeling the moonsault slowly gets to his feet, he stands up and doesnt see Prissy jumping from the newspaper stand, LIFT! Prissy connects her finisher, head scissors into a pin, 1... 2.. 3!!!

Nichols - Here is your winner and STILL OWF PDA Champion... PRISSY!

Wilks - She's still PDA champion!

The ref raises Prissy's hand and gives her the OWF PDA Championship. A yellow cab pulls up to the sidewalk, Prissy and the ref look over as the door swings open.

Wilks - What's going on here?

The cab door opens up and out walks a transvestite with a party hat on, in a tight red latex dress. She throws confetti up into the air blowing on a whistle.

Burst - Oh god, that looks like your wife Toby.. I'm going to be sick.

Wilks - Screw you Nick.

A man in a big yellow bird suit follows her out, waving its wings in the air. Prissy watches the bird walk down the street, finally the small taco bell dog jumps out of the car and walks over to Kico.

Burst - Look! The taco bell dog is pissing on Kico Kane! Ha!

Taco Bell Dog - Ayeee ChiWaWA!

Burst - It talked! This is awesome Toby! Its the best thing I've ever seen!

The taco bell dog follows the bird down the street. Prissy turns around and watches them all march away. The last one out of the cab is Ceaser Elles! He has a lead pipe in his hand! He sneaks up on Prissy and smacks her across the back of the head with it!

Wilks - ITS CEASER ELLES! Whats he doing here!?

He pins her! The ref doesnt know what to do, he finally gets down and makes the count, 1... 2... 3!

Nichols - Your NEW OWF PDA Champion... Ceaser Elles!

Wilks - Ceaser Elles just won the PDA championship!?

Ceaser Elles runs down the street and jumps into another cab waiting for him, the wheels screech off into the night. Prissy slowly gets up and crawls into the first cab just as the driver is about to drive off. The wheels screech on that cab as it races after it.

Burst - What the hell was that?

Wilks - I have no idea...

Burst - I guess we have a new PDA champion.

Wilks - I guess so, but Prissy has gone after him, I don't think its over!

Burst - Well I hope it is.

Wilks - Wait, I'm getting word that Elles is in the arena!

Burst - Already?! Damn these drivers are fast! Arabs can drive now! I tell ya!

Ceaser Elles is seen on the OWF-Tron. He jumps out of the cab and runs for the door. The other cab drives up and cuts him off. The far arena door swings open and its Amaru!

Wilks - Amaru! He's here!

Elles stop in his tracks, he looks back for somewhere to run, the door infront of Elles opens open. Its Prissy! She has a stop sign in hand! She jumps out and smashes the sign agains his head! She jumps on top and covers, 1... 2... 3!!

Nichols - Your NEW OWF PDA Champion... PRISSY!

Burst - THIS OPEN GAME NIGHT ROCKS!

Wilks - So much action tonight in the OWF with that PDA title. Prissy has just become the three time PDA champion in one night!

Burst - Ceaser Elles.. What a joke! He lost to a girl!

The cameras cut backstage again.. Prissy and Amaru have just entered their lockerroom out of breath and are sitting in the wooden lockers. Prissy grasps her PDA title in her arms. Her face is covered in blood but is full of smiles as she tosses her PDA title over her shoulder. Both of them are laughing and you can tell the mood has changed from earlier in the night and they seem at ease.

Prissy - Hey Am, I’m gonna go get something to drink you want anything?

Amaru - Yeah grab me an orange soda. I love those things.

Prissy - (laughing) Ok, I’ll be right back.

Prissy walks outside to the soda machine. She slides in her first quarter. You can tell it’s one of the new state quarters from the shine. She slides in another quarter. It doesn’t register. She puts her hand down to the change return…nothing? From behind Daniel Greene comes flying at her, He pummels Prissy to the ground hitting her with left and right hands followed up with forearms. A referee comes flying into the scene as Greene picks Prissy up by her long dark hair. He picks her up over his head and throws her towards a wooden table. Prissy lands breaking the table in half, and possibly breaking her back in two. Greene walks over and pins Prissy. 1…………..2……………3.

Nichols - Your NEW OWF PDA Champion... Daniel Greene!

Greene - Don’t ever attack me from behind unless you are gonna do it yourself bitch!

Greene leaves the scene and is no where to be found as Amaru comes out of the locker room and runs over to Prissy. Amaru looks around to see who is around, but nobody is to be found. The scene fades as he picks up Prissy and takes her into their locker room.

Wilks - Greene has the title AGAIN! That lasted a good minute and a half!

Burst - Kinda like sex for you huh?

Wilks - What? NO!.. Its not.. No!

Burst - Nichols is getting a work out over there, they should have this open game rule everynight, maybe he'd lose some weight!

Nichols looks over to Burst and glares hearing the comments.

Burst - YEAH! I'm talking to you.. Ya fat FUCK!

Wilks - Alright Nick.. Enough.

Burst - AHHH! Prissy's hurt! I better give her mouth to.... Man I'm not using these lines anymore.. PLAYED OUT! Someone hire me a new writer!

Wilks - We do need good writers...

Burst - THATS IT.. I'm WINGIN THE REST OF THE SHOW!

Wilks - Oh no....

Burst - OH YES! No more restrictions! I CAN SAY WHATEVER I WANT!....

You can hear crickets chirp through the silence in the headphones...

Burst - ..... Eh fuck it.. Que Nichols... Go to the ring...

Nichols - The following contest is scheduled for a 5 count match! It is for the OWF Network Title! Coming to the ring at this time.. The challenger..

PA System - OH MY GOD THAT'S THE FUNKY SH*T!

Nichols - From San Antonio Texas... Seth Anderson!

"Funky Sh*t" by Prodigy begins to play from the PA speakers. At the sound of it, the crowd begins to boo loudly. Seth Anderson walks out to the entryway, and stands there, as if he is soaking up the boos as raucous applause. He then strides confidently to the ring while the cameras cut to anti-Seth signs throughout the arena. The cameras cut back to ringside as Seth approaches the ring. Once he's a few feet away, he picks up a sprint and rolls into the ring, then quickly gets to his feet. Now, ignoring the crowd, Seth focuses on the match at hand.

Nichols - His opponent... On his way at this time... Hes the OWF Network Champion... Meca Blight!

PA System - Don't call it a comeback!

Meca Blight's "Mamma Said Knock You Out" blares out of the PA system, the fans erupt with excitement. Meca Blight comes through the curtain in his wrestling attire but a black towel hanging over his mask. He walks with a quick, no time for bullshit pace. He gets to the ring and slides in. He throws the towel out of the ring and walks into center of the ring, stepping up to Seth Anderson, staring into his eyes.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two of them waste no time at all! Meca and Seth start trading shots in the middle of the ring as the crowd roars in approval. Meca starts getting the upper hand, though, and Seth is unable to return the shots as Meca punches him into a corner. Meca then whips Seth into the opposite corner and runs at him, hitting him with a body splash! Seth stumbles out of the corner so Meca catches up with him and bulldogs him to the mat. Meca obviously has a lot of adrenaline going into the fight. Meca rolls to the outside, picks up a chair and slides it in the ring. He also goes under the ring and finds some bolt cutters! Probably looking to return the favour from last week, Meca throws the bolt cutters in the ring. Seth is starting to recover as Meca slides into the ring and picks up the chair... Meca sneaks up behind Seth and smacks him across the back as the crowd cheers him on. Seth collapses to the mat, but Meca picks him right back up after dropping the chair. Meca hits Seth with a beautiful suplex and quickly climbs the ropes with the chair in hand... He leaps off the top rope looking to hit a guillotine leg drop, and he sticks the chair under his leg... He nails Seth Anderson with the chair! Anderson rolls around in pain, finally making his way over to the ropes, which he uses to help himself up. Meca quickly charges at Seth, who is now leaning on the ropes. Meca looks for a clothesline, but Seth bails, falling to his back and taking the top rope with him! Meca tumbles to the outside, hitting his head hard on the mat. Seth uses this time to catch his breath, but Meca recovers quickly, crawling back into the ring. He goes after Seth right away, but by this time, Seth has picked up the bolt cutters! An unsuspecting Meca Blight gets jabbed with the bolt cutters in the stomach, and then Seth turns and hits him over the head with the bolt cutters! Meca goes down quickly to the mat as Seth holds the bolt cutters in the air, causing the crowd to boo him loudly. He sets the bolt cutters down and picks up the chair. Meca is still down as Seth Anderson goes over to his legs. Seth steps on Meca's left leg so he can't move it, and he rams the chair down on Meca's knee! And he does it a second time! A THIRD TIME! Seth steps off his foot and drops the chair as Meca clutches his left knee in pain. Meca is trying to get up now on all fours and Seth goes to pick him up, but Meca hits him with a hard elbow right underneath Seth's chin! Seth stumbles backwards as Meca gets up and shakes off the pain he's feeling in his leg. He grabs Seth by the head, leads him to a corner and smacks his head off the turnbuckle. He then lifts Seth up to the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd. Meca then grabs Seth's head from behind and connects with a nasty looking top rope neck breaker! Meca then grabs the bolt cutters while Seth lays on the mat. The crowd chants an unusally vicious chant!

"WE WANT BLOOD! WE WANT BLOOD! WE WANT BLOOD!"

Meca pauses for a moment as he stares into the crowd, bolt cutters in hand... Seth is making his way up, a little woozy as he is up on both his knees. Meca walks over towards him and creams him with the bolt cutters to the face! We can't see the face of Seth Anderson yet, as he's lying face down on the mat, but we can see a pool of blood forming on the mat! Meca drops the bolt cutters and lifts Seth to his feet, revealing his crimson mask. The crowd cheers loudly at this sight. Meca sets himself up behind Seth and hits him with a back suplex, and he quickly climbs the ropes. Meca soaks in some cheers first, before leaping towards Seth Anderson. But he may have soaked in one too many cheers, because at the last second, Seth rolled out of the way of a flying elbow drop from Meca Blight. Both men remain on the mat for a moment before stiring. Meca is the first to his feet, getting up a second or two after Seth. He makes his way over to Seth, but Seth is ready for him...

Wilks - OUT OF NOWHERE!

He nails him with the STO to the shock of the crowd, and covers him immediately! 1...2...3...KICKOUT! Seth looks at the ref stunned, but then he obviously remembers that he needs a count of "5" to win this match! He angrily picks Meca up, leads him towards the chair on the canvas, and flapjacks him right on top of it! Face first! We can't quite tell the damage caused by the move, but Meca is seen spitting up some blood after being hit with the move. Seth Anderson gives Meca little time to recuperate, as he forces Meca to his feet and pushes him into the corner. He then lifts Meca up to the top turnbuckle, facing the ring. Seth then climbs up to the top as well as the audience is silent with anticipation... Seth lifts Meca on his shoulders and drops to the mat with a top rope samoan drop! Even though Seth Anderson hit the move, the crowd still cheers after seeing the move. That reaction quickly changes, though, as Seth yells to the crowd...

Seth Anderson - That's how an All-Star hits a SAMOAN DROP!

"ALL STAR SUCKS! ALL STAR SUCKS! ALL STAR SUCKS!"

Wilks - YES THEY DO!

Burst - All star my ass.... This is the ONLY time you will see me wanting Meca Blight to win!

Seth picks up both of Meca's legs and somersaults over Meca into a pinning combination! 1...2...3...4... KICKOUT! Seth complains that the count should've been faster to the ref, but he turns his back to Meca Blight for a second too long! Meca is on his feet and he spins Seth around to face him... MECA-PLEX ON THE CHAIR! 1...2...3... KICKOUT! Meca slaps the mat in frustration and he shoves Seth outside the ring. Seth is slow to get up, but he does. Meca runs to the ropes, rebounds and dives through the ropes to tackle Seth Anderson! SUICIDE DIVE! Neither of them get up right away, as the nearby audience members reach over and slap both men on the back. Meca gets to his feet before Anderson does and he gives Seth a few shots for good measure. He leads him towards the ring and smacks Seth's head off the apron. He then reaches under the ring and pulls out a table! Meca sets it up and rolls Seth on top of it, and then Meca follows him on the table. Meca and Seth are both on top of the table as Meca sets him up between his legs... more than likely going for a piledriver or a powerbomb. However, Seth reverses it, backbody dropping Meca... and catching him? Seth is now the one standing, with Meca's legs by Seth's head, and Meca's head right by Seth's ass. Seth's arms are behind his back, his fingers locked together, as he holds Meca in place... and drops to a seated position driving Meca's head through the table! REVERSE PILEDRIVER!

Wilks - REVERSE PILEDRIVER THROUGH THE TABLE!

The crowd is buzzing, cheering wildly after the move! Seth is down, rolling around, obviously having hurt himself after executing the move. And Meca is... is Meca dead? Seth recovers and picks Meca's lifless body off the ground. Meca is limp as Seth Anderson rolls him into the ring. Seth follows him inside the ring and pins him. 1...2...3...4... Fi- KICKOUT!!! Meca gets his shoulder up at the last possible second! Seth Anderson is in disbelief as he pulls at his hair! Seth stands up and picks up the bolt cutters again... the boos come crashing down on Seth as he stands over top of Meca Blight, ready to beat him over the head with the bolt cutters! Seth winds up to hit Meca... and Meca gets a boot up, kicking Seth between the legs! Seth falls over clutching himself as Meca stumbles up to his feet! Meca screams as he gets up and focuses on Seth Anderson, who is now standing. Meca stalks him and applies a full nelson... Meca hits Anderson with a released full nelson suplex! Seth lands on the back of his neck and flips over on to his stomach! Meca forces Seth back to his feet and hits his SECOND Meca-Plex of the night! 1...2...3...4... KICKOUT! Meca is running out of ideas, after one of his finishers failed to put Seth Anderson away for a five count, and his other finisher is a submission, which is useless in the match. Again, Meca forces Seth to his feet and leads him towards the corner. Meca lifts Seth on the top turnbuckle and follows him up... but Seth resists, punching Meca in the stomach a couple times, and then in the face, sending Meca crashing down to the mat! Meca is up quickly and Seth is now standing... Seth goes for a top rope cross body block on Meca Blight, but he is caught! Meca chooses not to powerslam him, but instead, he carries Seth over to the chair which is still in the ring. Meca then adjusts his grip on Seth, putting him in a headlock as he holds Seth in the air... he drops to his side, driving Seth's head into the steel chair! EMERALD FUSION ON THE CHAIR!

Wilks - THIS IS BRUTAL!

Burst - This match is insane.. I hate to say it but wow.. For two crappy wrestlers that are annoying as hell these guys are bringin everything.

Meca pins him immediately after the move! 1...2...3...4...5! Seth Anderson kicks out a second too late and Meca Blight wins!

Nichols - Here is your winner and STILL OWF Network Champion.. MECA BLIGHT!!

Wilks - Meca wins! He beat Seth Anderson!

Burst - That wasn't Meca Blight! That was a freak in there I've never seen! A different freak that is...

The referee slides in the ring and hands Meca Blight his Network Championship. Meca sees his belt and snatches it from the ref, runs to the top turnbuckle and shows his championship to the fans. He begins dancing to his music, singing along. He jumps off the ropes and begins posing with the belt, flexing for the fans.

Wilks - Look! Meca is back! He's insane!

Meca climbs to the top and waves for the time keeper to throw him something. Finally the time keeper reaches over and tosses him a Krispy Cream box! Meca catches it and starts munching into his doughnuts. He toss one onto Seth's chest as he dances around.

Wilks - The Random Made, Doughnut eatin, Cat Smasher is back and the fans are loving it!

Seth slowly sits up straight. He waves to the entrance ramp.

Wilks - What is Seth Anderson doing?

The curtains spread and Seth Price, Ceaser Elles and Daniel Greene run down to the ring with kendo sticks. They slide in and Seth stalks behind Meca, limping. He turns around, OUT OF NOWHERE! Seth Anderson connects his finisher!

Wilks - What.. Oh come on! He won the match fair and square!

Burst - They're making an example outta Meca in a harsh way.. Stay down you doughnut eating freak.

Seth Price and Greene start whiping their kendo sticks across Meca's back and skull. Seth puts his cane across Meca's neck and picks him up. Greene smacks his kendo stick right against his head, cracking against his skull. Meca passes out. Seth gets up and spits in his face. Ceaser begins laying boots to Meca as Seth Anderson asks for a microphone as Seth Price, Ceaser, and Daniel Greene kick Meca out of the ring. The crowd boos loudly.

Seth Anderson - Oh, what's the matter, guys? You can't take a little surprise? You can't say you didn;t see this coming! Sure, it wasn't as obvious as Vinny Vegas, but, still...the self-proclaimed All-Star and a tag team called the All-Star Revival...what did you expect?

Burst - GET OUTTA THE FUCKIN RING! GO BACK TO THE SHIT HOLE YOU CRAWLED OUTTA!

Seth Anderson - You don't want us to get outta this ring Nicky... If we have to come down there we'll kick the shit outta you and your boyfriend!

Wilks - I took down Chris Green I can take you out!

Burst -SHHHH Shut up idiot!

The crowd boos and chants "ALL STAR SUCKS! ALL STAR SUCKS!"

Seth Anderson - If we suck, then how come we just pulled the wool over everyone's eyes? OWF tried to show ASW that it was the dominant group. What's to say we can't turn around and do the exact same thing? We aren't trying to destroy OWF, we just want everyone to realize that it is the inferior product!

The crowd boos and starts to chant "O-W-F". Seth passes the microphone to Cesar Elles.

Cesar Elles - Oh, you fans need to just shut up! You are always chanting some crap when I'm in the ring. If I'm here because of ASW, you say "OWF", if I'm here because of the Mexican Championship, you say "USA", you just can't handle the fact that I am here making money and getting to do whatever I want when all of you have to go back to your trailer parks and cardboard boxes!

The crowd boos and starts chanting "USA USA"

Cesar Elles - Oh, give it a fuckin break! If I wasn't up here, you wouldn't give a Shit! Just like the OWF! You don;t chant OWF this or OWF that unless someone like me is here saying that OWF Sucks! You idiots are just puppets. We do what we want, and you do the opposite, no matter what! That's fine, because the four of us are heading straight for the top of the OWF, and you all can do the opposite and head to the sewers, or whereever you got that funky smell from!

The crowd boos even louder and Cesar passes the microphone to Daniel Greene.

Daniel Greene - Thats right, ASR is here! We answered the call of ASW like i always said we would. And now look at us, we will become the most dominate faction to have ever graced the squared circle. Prez DK, your miserable OWF stable wont be a patch on us, we will be the controlling force in OWF in a matter of weeks!

Greene hands the mic over to Price, who holds is hand up, rejecting the offer to speak, he merely scowls at the audience, then smirks as they boo's begin to increase in volume. The crowd boos even louder as the microphone gets passed back to Seth Anderson.

Seth Anderson - You guys can boo until your faces are numb, but you can't stop the four of us from showing OWF the reality of it all - we represent superiority. We represent respect. People will respect OWF when someone like me is OWF World Champ. People will respect OWF when Cesar Elles becomes the PDA champ. People will respect OWF with ASR as the tag team champions. You will respect OWF because it did what everyone knows it was bound to do - take the talent from ASW and try to make a better show out of it. The crowd boos and chants "O-W-F" as Funky Shit by Prodigy kicks up and the four begin to leave the ring.

The group of All Stars exit the ring, they climb out on the side next to the commentary table and give smug looks then head to the back.

-- PAY PER VIEW HOUR 3 LIVE --

Wilks - We coulda took em.

Burst - You know what... Your absolutly...... STUPID!

Wilks - Hey.. I took out Chris Green didn't I?

Burst - Pffff.. ya! Sure didn't!

Wilks - Alright.. Well reguardless this next match is one that me and you know NOTHING about!

Mr P steps down to ringside, brushing aside Burst and Wilks and commendeering the commentary table.

Wilks - WE ARE BEING BOOTED!

Burst - We'll BE BACK!! REVENGE!

Mr P - Ladies and gentlemen, I have a special treat for you tonight. For the first MVW sanctioned match in five years, lets give a bloodthirsty MVW welcome to our special guest commentators, Larry King and Mancow, the MVW CREEEEW!

The audience errupts as the rapidly aging spokesman Larry King steps through the curtain, holding up a bottle of Welch's grape juice in a shameless plug, then is pushed out of the way by the smug looking radio dj Mancow wearing down-to-earth tshirt and jeans to drastically contrast King's suit and tie ensemble. They take their places sitting on opposite sides of Perry and a hush begins to fall over the crowd. The house lights die, sending the crowd into confused hysterics. The large screen above the entrance lights up in a solid white, bathing the crowd in an eerie glow. A red T cartwheels across the screen from the right, settling in the left-center of the frame. A V of the same hue drops down from above, settling into the center of the screen. In dead silence, a crimson J dissolves into the right-center of the frame. Three rapid gunshots place the letters LLC below the TVJ in black. Rapid cross-wipe to black, leaving the arena dark again. First we hear the strings, then a little bit of guitar, and finally some high hat as the intro to Jeff Buckley's "Last Goodbye" plays out over the public address system. A mellow folk-rock riff continues until about a minute into the song.

PA System - This is our last goodbye.

Geraldo - From Boston, Massachusetts, he stands at six feet tall and weighs in at one hundred and eighty pounds, he is the Show-Opener, the Curtain-Jerker, and Meaningless Violence Wrestling CEO, PIIIIIITER SVOBOOOOOOOODA!

The audience bursts into cheers and halogens flood the arena, blinding everybody who's not prepared as Jeff Buckley continues to sing soulfully. The entrance curtain jerks aside, and Piter Svoboda steps through wearing a black tuxedo, complete with black vest, skinny black tie, and the ever-present bike chain belt and boots. The suit appears slightly large on him, but far from making him appear undignified, it simply highlights his spot as second smallest man in the match, next to Dominator Fan oo1. His peroxide blonde hair appears freshly spiked, albeit erratically. He pauses at the top of the ramp and takes in the audience response. He seems wary of the New Orleans crowd, but slaps hands as he makes his way down the aisle, then catapults himself into one of the rings and takes a seat in the far corner from the center of the four-ring square.

PA System - I woke up and I feel like SHIT!

Caution symbols appear on the big screen.

Geraldo - Introducing now, from Virginia State Penn, weighing in at two hundred fifty five pounds, CAAAGEEED FREEDOOOOOM!

Suddenly Caged Freedom steps out onto the stage and the fans begin to boo. The red lights from above reflect off his skin as he makes his way down the ramp then crawls into the ring

PA System - M.... V.... P... OWWWW!

Geraldo - Introducing next, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at two hundred five pounds, MVP - MIIIKE VAAAN PEEEEELT!

'Pump It Up' by Joe Budden hits over the PA system as fireworks pop and Mike Van Pelt steps out onto the stage. He looks out into the crowd as "MVP" chants rock the arena. He stalks down the ramp the slides into the ring and holds his arms high in the air

PA System - 1. 2. 3. 4. I DON'T WANNA LIVE NO MORE!

Geraldo - And introducing next, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds, MAAARTIIIIIN!

Gravity by Type O Negative blasts out through the PA and Martin steps through the curtains, wearing a shirt reading "Michael Jackson did not rape those children (he made love to them)". He meanders his way down to the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope and then leaning against the turnbuckle in the corner and rolling his eyes.

PA System - Special, you think your special you do, I can see it in your eyes I can see it when you laugh at me..

Geraldo - Introducing next, accompanied to the ring by Dominator Fans 000, 002 and 004, from Berlin, Germany, weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds, DOOOMIIINAAATOOOR FAAAN ZEEERO ZEEERO OOOOONE!

"My way" by Limp Bizkit kicks over the PA system. Laughter burst through the crowd as a tiny german man with thick glasses and long blonde shaggy hair steps out from the back with a "Dom Rulz" tshirt on. On one side of him is a huge, fat black man in similar attire while on his other side is a scrawny white guy and an incredably attractive young woman sporting Hail Dominator! shirts. He trips as he begins to jog down the ramp and lands on his face. Quickly he jumps up and looks around him then gets a snarled look over his face and gets into the ring.

PA System - Bring 'em out! Bring 'em out! Bring 'em out!

Geraldo - Introducing next, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds, DUUUUUUUB!

Stobe lights go off everywhere as we hear the phrase "BRING EM OUT, BRING EM OUT, BRING EM OUT" repeat over and over again and then we hear scratchin of the turntable goes and it starts into the song, "U Don't Kno Me" by T.I. Dub comes out of the back wearing black jeans and a white Jordan wife beater. He goes right to the ring and stands on the ropes in wait for his match.

Geraldo - Introducing next, from Brazil, South America, weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds, STAAARKEEEEER!

The lights go out....red and yellow spotlights fill the arena. Breathe by Prodigy begins to play over the OWF PA system. Starker emerges from backstage and gets the crowd on their feet. He goes down the aisle to the ring, slapping the hands of various audience members. He slides into the ring and poses for the crowd one last time.

Geraldo - And our last competitor, weighing in at two hundred eighty pounds, from Compton, California, he is the former ASW World Heavyweight Champion, AAAMAAARUUUUU!

The lights dim down and "Determinded" by Mudvayne just blasts over the speakers. Red, blue, and green lights start to go off every where, with strob lights flashing non-stop. Amaru steps out from the back as the walk way lights up with different colored lights. Fire works shoot into the air from the entrance way and large flares go off all the way down the walk ramp. Amaru walks down the ramp looking very confident. He jumps up onto the ring and walks around the ring a few times and awaits for his opponent.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The men square off, Freedom and Martin in ring one, Dom Fan, and Van Pelt in ring two, Dub and Starker tieing up before the bell even begins in ring four with Amaru coming their way and Svoboda alone in ring three, looming near the outside turnbuckle. Starker overpowers Dub, arching him backwards and pushing him towards the center turnbuckle. Dub stomps down on Starkers foot, then throws a right hand to Starker's throat. Starker takes a step back and Dub comes in low, grabbing Starker around the midsection snapping him down quickly with a spinebuster. Amaru gives Starker a swift kick to the ribs while Dub slides outside the ring, shoving Geraldo aside and snapping shut his chair, then sliding back inside the ring and heading towards Starker. Amaru grabs a handful of Starker's hair, jerking him abruptly back to his feet and Dub lashes out with a chair shot aimed for Starker's head. With a short knuckle shot to Amaru's throat, Starker shakes free of the superstar, then spins him around by the shirt, placing Amaru between himself and Dub and using him as a shield to take the chair shot Dub had intended for Starker.

Mancow - Ouch. That one had to hurt.

Amaru jolts forward into Starker as he's hit from behind and Starker tips back with him, planting Amaru's head into the mat with a ddt. Dub raises the chair for a shot at the downed Starker now, but Starker is quick to get up both feet and kick the incoming chair back into Dub's face instead, sending the rap sensation staggering backwards dropping the chair to the mat. Starker rolls back to his feet, kicking the chair aside into ring two. Grabbing a handful of Dub's hair, Starker leads Dub over to the steel post in the center of the ring supporting the upper level and smacks Dub into it with a sickening thud. Dub loses his footing, dropping to one knee, and Starker steps behind him, giving him a heavy kick to the back of the head which plants Dub's face into the post for a second time.

Larry King - Starker's been coming on strong in the early goings of this match, but Amaru's not out of the running yet.

Mancow - Nah. Svoboda's got the right idea, calling his shots. It's either him or Dub, easy.

Van Pelt comes in at the sound of the bell at Dom Fan, a spin wheel kick catching Dom Fan in the side of the head and stumbling him towards the outside ropes. Van Pelt is quick to follow up, heading back to the far ropes, then rebounding and coming at Dom Fan with a head of steam, leaping into the air with a big body splash. Dom Fan ducks low and Van Pelt overshoots him, Dom Fan standing up and sending Van Pelt toppling over the top rope with a back body drop. Martin walks up to Freedom boldly and gives him an offensive slap across the face. Freedom's eyes burn with rage as he grabs Martin by the shirt, picking him up off the mat and slamming him backwards into the steel post. Martin flashes his game show host smile at Freedom as Freedom slams Martin's back against the steel over and over again. Snapping forward with a headbutt, Freedom catches Martin across the bridge of the nose and blood runs a small path down to Martin's chin as Freedom tosses him up against the center turnbuckle. Freedom follows in, smashing against Martin with a running forearm shot, then hooking Martin under one leg and tipping him back over the top rope and into ring ring three, following in after him while Svoboda is quick to hop skip over the ropes into the empty ring one. Van Pelt circles around on the outside of the ring, picking up one of the camera cables and springing onto the apron behind Svoboda, lashing the cable over his head and pulling backwards choking Svoboda with it against the ropes. Svoboda is quick to reach behind him, grabbing Van Pelt by the ear and pulling his head forward until it's over Svoboda's shoulder, then dropping down abruptly to a sitting position, Van Pelt's throat stopping abruptly as it crosses the top rope and slingshots him backwards outside the ring again. Svoboda rolls away from the ropes taking position by the steel beam in the center of his ring instead, keeping his distance from all competitors. With a much larger amount of effort than should be nessasary, Dom Fan climbs from ring two into ring one by stepping over the top rope Dominator-style. Svoboda takes a quickstep towards Dom Fan, giving the top rope a swift kick while Dom Fan is straddling it, crotching him abruptly and watching him topple over the rope into ring two at Svoboda's feet. Amaru raises back to his feet ominously behind Starker while Starker gives Dub a kick to the back of the head to drill his face into the steel post for a third time. Bending over to pick up Dub's chair, Starker finds himself leaning in front of Amaru. Amaru snatches a handful of Starker's hair, bringing his head down and his knee up to crunch into Starker's face with a powerful shot. Both hands to Starker's head, Amaru follows up with a facebuster, planting Starker directly into the chair he'd be leaning over to grab. With a kick to Dub's ribs on the way across the ring, Amaru is the first to pick up a ladder and prop it against the upper level's apron and begin the ascent.

Larry King - Amaru's making his move. This is why he's a former World Champion.

Mancow - He'll never make it. There's gonna be alot more blood before anyone sees that upper level.

Freedom looks up from his position, kneeling over Martin and bludgeoning his face with huge clubbing fists, to grit his teeth and glare at Amaru as he reaches the halfway point to the upper ring. Stepping his way into ring four, Freedom approaches the ladder, grabbing it from the side to tip it. Amaru watches below him at Freedom, dropping off the ladder himself and coming down on top of Freedom with a falling double axe-handle which drops Freedom to one knee. Taking Freedom by the seat of the pants and the collar, Amaru swings him headlong into the ladder, knocking it over himself so it lands propped over the ropes between rings four and one. Svoboda runs across ring one, leaping into the air with a somersault and lands on the tip of the ladder, see-sawing it up with a snap on the far side and driving the foot of the ladder up under Amaru's chin. Starker rolls over, lunging at the ladder and snapping it down again to see-saw it back and throw Svoboda off of it into the air. Dom Fan rushes for Svoboda as he falls, slamming into him from behind with a shoulder block which would have taken the wind out of him, had Dom Fan been about a hundred pounds heavier. Clutching Svoboda around the throat, Dom Fan pulls Svoboda up to his feet, then hoists him up overhead for a surprising chokeslam. Svoboda scissors his legs around Dom Fan's arm, rolling backwards and through to flip Dom Fan over him and bring both of them to the mat instead. Starker drags the ladder back into ring four, lashing out with it sideways and cracking Dub in the ribs against the steel post as he tries to get back to his feet. Drawing it back, Starker takes a second big swing at Dub, but this time the rapmaster is quick to swing around the post, letting Starker strike the unrelenting steel instead. Grabbing the far end of the ladder, Dub makes a sharp circle around the post, pulling Starker around with him as the tug of war over the ladder, then cleverly guiding Starker's side until Starker is left standing beside Amaru. Amaru raises back to his feet with a smile, batting the ladder out of Starker's hands and clubbing Starker with a huge right hand to the face. Starker retaliates with a knee to the midsection, grabbing Amaru under the waist as he doubles up momentarily and tossing Amaru overhead with a tilt-a-whirl slam. Van Pelt slides into the empty ring two, setting up his own ladder there while Svoboda wrenches the arm bar on Dom Fan and Martin pulls himself to his feet, stepping into ring four to open himself up to another assault from Freedom. Van Pelt seems able to shimmy up the ladder quickly, approaching the top in a matter of moments, but as Freedom raises to his feet spying Van Pelts attempt and Martin shoving himself in Freedom's face, Freedom throws a clubbing fist to Martin's temple, then hoists him up overhead for a gorilla press slam and throws him over the center turnbuckle into Van Pelts ladder, knocking it over and sending Van Pelt plummetting back to the mat. Martin raises back to his feet, clutching the side of his ribs with one hand, and staggers over to Van Pelt planting a swift kick to the side of his head. Van Pelt rolls over and back, coming up in a crouch, then takes Martin's legs out from under him with a sweep, finally standing up completely and leaning against the outside ropes, obviously worse for wear after taking the spill off the ladder. Dub takes up the chair, crossing into ring one on his towards Van Pelt. Svoboda lets up on the arm bar on Dom Fan, dusting off his hands on his pants, and stands back watching as Dub steps through the middle ropes on his way into ring two. Running across the ring, Svoboda takes to the air, landing on his back with a senton backsplash on the top rope over Dub as he tries to pass through them. Svoboda's blow drives Dub down, crotching him on the middle rope, then ping pongs him back into the top rope to drive him back down a second time, this time into his own chair. WIth a swift kick to the ribs, Svoboda knocks Dub back through the ropes into ring one while Svoboda turns towards Van Pelt and Martin. Starker grabs Freedom by the shirt, pulling him up and sending him shoulder first into the steel support beam to drop the big man down in pain. Amaru army crawls under the ropes into the empty ring three, trying not to draw attention to himself as he reaches for the ladder there. Picking up the ladder in ring four, Starker raises it overhead, driving it down into Freedom's downed body, planting it hard into the small of his back, then sets it up and begins the climb towards the upper level. Halfway to the upper ring, Starker sees Amaru below, setting up the ladder in ring three near the same corner where Starker's leads, and beginning to climb towards him. Starker and Amaru both pick up the pace, reaching the top of their ladders and staring each other with only a small corner of the upper ring between them.

Mancow - Now this is going to be good.

Larry King - Good lord. What are they going to do?

Starker grabs the middle rope, making an attempt to enter the top ring. Amaru reaches through under the bottom rope, shoving Starker and sending his ladder tipping backwards dangerously, Starker being forced to take a step down and grab the turnbuckle post to keep from toppling below. Amaru reaches up for the ropes to pull himself from the ladder into the upper ring, but Starker leans around the corner of the ring, grabbing Amaru's ladder and shaking it until he too has to step down and grab the apron to keep from falling. Both men glare at each other, stuck at a shakey impasse. Van Pelt irish whips Martin to the ropes, leap frogging over him as Martin comes bouncing back only to get tagged out of mid-air with a drop kick from Svoboda which knocks Van Pelt backwards into Martin. Eyeing the overhead struggle, Svoboda slips into ring three, grabbing Amaru's ladder from the ground level. Starker waves goodbye to Amaru as Svoboda tips the ladder. Amaru lunges from the top of the ladder, throwing an arm under the bottom rope quickly to give Starker a shove backwards as well. Starker grabs hold of Amaru's arm, dangling on one side of the upper turnbuckle post while Amaru hangs off the other side, their combined body weights hanging on the crook of Amaru's arm as he his draped around the post. Amaru howls out in pain while his joints pop and crack, lashing out with his free arm to batter Starker about the head and shoulders. Starker raises his legs, scissoring them around Amaru's body and wrenches down on him, pulling Amaru's elbow out of place with a vicious crack. Amaru wraps his arm around Starker, hugging the big man close, then clamps his teeth down on Starker's hand, biting his fingers until Starker lets go of Amaru's wrist. Amaru's limp arm flips around the turnbuckle post in a flash and both Starker and Amaru drop like a rock to the level below, landing in a heap in ring three. Svoboda picks up the ladder, hefting it overhead with some concerted effort, then slams it down over the top of Starker and Amaru's tangled bodies, then tucking one end under each side of the ropes, Svoboda pins the two to the mat with the ladder, bounding over the ropes and into ring four. Freedom is quick at Svoboda, his speed for a big man catching Svoboda off guard, as he clips Svoboda from the side with a running lariett. Svoboda flips through the air, coming down hard on his shoulder, then rolls quickly under the ropes away from Freedom and into ring one. Freedom steps through the ropes following him as Dom Fan takes Dub by the arm, irish whipping him to the ropes and catching him on the return with a Dominator-style big boot to the face. Svoboda scrambles away from the lumbering Freedom who chases after diving and catching Svoboda by the collar of his tuxedo jacket. With a quick shake of his shoulders, Svoboda slips out of the jacket, leaving it behind with Freedom and bounds over the ropes into ring two. Dom Fan steps up to Freedom, taking a deep breath and grabbing him around the throat for a chokeslam. He doesn't budge Freedom's massive frame in the slightest. Freedom grabs Dom Fan with his massive hands cupping Dom Fan's head on either side, and hoists him up overhead. Dom Fan doubles up, planting two stiff boots into Freedom's face and knocking the big man backwards and forcing him to drop Dom Fan. Bouncing back to his feet, Dom Fan twists around Freedom and grabs him by the neck. Demon Drop! Freedom goes down hard, rolling over and laying face down breathing heavy.

Mancow - There it is. The Demon Drop. Now all three of Dominator's fans can leave the arena satisfied.

Larry King - It worked, didn't it? Freedom isn't moving.

Dominator Fan 002 hoists the tiny Dominator Fan 000 up onto his shoulders from the crowd and the two hoot and holler for their leader, the newly aquired attractive Dominator Fan 004 placing two fingers in her mouth and whistling loudly. Dom Fan bounds over the top rope into ring two as well, following after Svoboda. Van Pelt sets a ladder up at the side turnbuckle, turning around and to grab Martin once more only to meet a large snap kick to the face from the MVW veteran. Martin snatches up Van Pelt, whipping him away then snapping him backwards with a reverse irish whip that sends Van Pelt smashing into the ladder at the turnbuckle. Tipping the ladder forward, Martin tosses Van Pelt to the mat with the ladder on top of him, then climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Svoboda stops, watching Martin and looking amused, until Dom Fan dives onto his back, grabbing him around the neck with a sleeper hold. Martin leaps from the top turnbuckle. The Stepping Stone! Onto the ladder, driving it down into Van Pelt's ribs and leaving him crumpled on the canvas. Svoboda stumbles forwards to the ladder, looking down as if his legs were about to buckle, then throws himself forward, somersaulting to come down on his back with Dom Fan between him and the ladder to take the brunt of the blow. Martin kicks Dom Fan aside, then Svoboda leans forward and whispers something to Martin. Both men bend over and pick up the ladder, tossing Dom Fan aside and propping it up to the upper ring. Martin starts to climb while Svoboda holds the ladder steady from the bottom. Starker batters against the ladder Svoboda set up pinning him down, he and Amaru working together and pushing out on it until the turnbuckle bolt strips out of it's socket and the bottom rope springs limp. Bounding to their feet, Amaru and Starker both spot Svoboda holding up the ladder and Martin making the climb.

Mancow - Martin just made it to the upper level!

Larry King - Martin?

Mancow - No shit.

Amaru dives through the ropes into ring two, coming at Svoboda from one side while Starker sets up a ladder in ring three, preparing to make the climb himself. Svoboda hops to the third rung of the ladder, leaping from there onto Amaru's shoulders and flipping him over with a huricanrana. Svoboda takes back to the ladder while Van Pelt and Dom Fan get to their feet. Dom Fan leaps at Svoboda, snatching him by the back of his cumberbun and Svoboda spins in a circle on his step, sheading it off and dropping Dom Fan back to the mat below. Martin starts pulling the ladder up while Svoboda continues to climb and Van Pelt springboards off of Dom Fan's body as he gets back to his feet. Van Pelt flies through the air, crashing into the bottom portion of the ladder and knocking it from Martin's grasp and Svoboda comes down hard to the canvas, the ladder falling in soon after and landing over his ribs. Amaru raises back up and plants a huge stomp down over the ladder, driving into Svoboda's ribs again and watching the small man wilt under the onslaught. Martin looks around the upper ring, alone and without a ladder until he sees Starker's frame rising up from one side. Starker pauses, looking down to see Dub following up the ladder after him. Starker tosses a kick down, driving his boot into Dub's face and jarring him so Dub is only clinging to the ladder with one arm, then Starker grabs ahold of the middle rope of the upper ring, pulling himself up and inside. Starker glances around the upper level, well aware that there isn't a ladder there yet, then looks down at Dub perched on the ladder he'd just climbed on. With a frustrated sounding grunt, Starker grabs ahold of the top of the ladder, pulling it up with Dub along for the ride. Amaru turns away from Svoboda, bounding through to ring three and grabbing the bottom of the ladder, trying to pull it away from Starker. Dub starts climbing the ladder while the two men fight over it, Starker stubbornly forced to hold to the ladder while Dub climbs into the ring or return to the bottom for another one. Martin continues to let Starker fight for the ladder, but promptly measures up Dub as he enters the ring. He snaps in forward hard with a superkick. The Lucky Break! Dub spins aside, the incoming boot just narrowly grazing the side of his face, then comes in low plowing into Martin and tossing him overhead with a back body drop. Martin lands in the corner, still safely on the upper level and Dub begins methodically stripping the rings off his left and and placing them on his right, loading it up until it looks almost like a set of brass knuckles. Martin gets back to his feet, looking hazey, and turns towards Dub in time to catch a mouthfull of gold. Blood splatters out the side of Martin's face as Dub assaults him with the fistpack jewelry and Martin stumbles backwards, leaning against the turnbuckle for support. Hefting Martin up over his shoulders, Dub carries him to the center of the ring. Freestyle! Dub bends over Martin's downed body, mouthing off and tormenting him as Starker wraps his legs around the middle rope, Van Pelt and Dom Fan joining Amaru at the bottom and helping him pull the ladder and nearly Starker out of the top ring. Still, Starker refuses to give it up, shoving the ladder down abruptly and driving it into Amaru's shoulder, then snatching it again to pull up once more. Dub throws Martin over one shoulder, tossing him out of the upper level with disgust, then crosses over to Starker.

Mancow - (laughs) Dub just threw Martin away like a used hooker.

Larry King - That's just wrong.

Svoboda dives across the ring, somersaulting and coming up under Martin to catch him in both arms, taking most of the brunt out of Martin's fall.

Mancow - I guess one man's trash is another man's prom date.

Larry King - Now I remember why I left this job.

Starker's eyes lock on Dub and he looks trapped, until Dub grabs the ladder and begins helping Starker to pull it up top. Together, Dub and Starker manage to pull the ladder away from Amaru, dragging Dom Fan up twelve feet in the air before he finally lets go of the ladder and plummets below. Starker swings the ladder to the side as he brings it up top, batting Dub away and driving him into the corner. Starker drops the ladder in the center of the ring, crossing over towards Dub, who is hunched over face down curled up in a ball. Starker grabs Dub by the shirt, lifting him up towards the ropes. Dub's unfastened his chain necklace and wrapped it around his fist. He lashes out, planting a huge right hand to the side of Starker's face that leaves a bloody imprint of the name Dub. Starker staggers backwards, then his eyes burn with fury as he shoves Dub backwards into the corner and begins battering him with huge clubbing rights and lefts. Dub tries to cover up best he can, but Starker will not let up, closing one of Dub's eyes with a jagged gash through his eyebrow, then spilling blood from out his nose and mouth til speck's of Dub's blood splatter over Starker's face as well. Dub collapses in a heap, barely breathing and Starker takes back to the ladder, setting it up in the middle of the ring, it's peak resting just under the trophey. Starker's eyes sparkle in the spotlights as he begins to climb.

Larry King - This is it!

Mancow - No wait! There's my boy!

Svoboda digs into the back pants pockets of his tuxedo, pulling out a set of grappling gloves and dawns them abruptly, wrapping himself around one of the steel posts and pulling himself upwards. Amaru picks up a ladder, swinging it to one side, then the other, and knocking Martin, Van Pelt, and the Dom Fan aside before setting it up and beginning the climb himself. Dub starts to stir, reaching out weakly to grab ahold of the ropes and pull himself back up to his knees, then mopping the blood off his face with his shirt. Starker pulls himself up further, halfway up the ladder now. Amaru is reaching the upper level, Svoboda not too far behind him scaling the post. Starker reaches the top, reaching out, his arm extending, fingertips just brushing the trophey. Amaru dives across the ring, shoving the ladder out from under Starker as he's inches from victory. Starker turns, throwing himself off the ladder to avoid toppling off the upper level, and dropping down overtop of Amaru with a falling elbow to his shoulder, driving Amaru down to his knees. Taking Amaru up by the hair, Starker snapmares him, throwing him down with his spine crossing the ladder. Kicking Amaru aside, Starker opens the ladder back up, placing Amaru between the two halves, then jumping onto it with a double foot stomp, snapping the ladder shut around Amaru's already injured arm. Amaru howls in pain, clutching his elbow and rolling around in agony while Starker stands over him, screaming out in anger and barraging him with kicks. Svoboda reaches up the post, one hand finally grasping ahold of the ring skirting, and begins pulling himself into the ring. Starker crosses to Svoboda know, abandoning the battered Amaru and grabbing the Boston native by his spikey hair, jerking him into the ring and two his feet. Svoboda's hands shoot immediately to Starker's face, raking him across the eyes, then pushing him away to keep his distance from the big man while Dub finally manages to get back to his feet. Wrapping his necklace around his fist for a second time, Dub approaches Starker from behind. Starker chases after Svoboda, who baseball slides beneath his grasp, then turns to roll between Starker's legs as Starker tries to grab hold of the slippery little man. Spinning around after Svoboda, Starker finds himself face to face with Dub. Dub plants a shot with the necklace to Starker's ribs. Starker grabs Dub by the ear, holding him fast and delivering a massive headbutt across the bridge of Dub's nose that leaves yet more of Dub's blood splattered over Starker's body. Dub staggers back towards the ropes, trying to put some distance between him and Starker, only to find himself face to face with Svoboda. Svoboda pulls an 80 mL gatorade bottle from his back pocket, splashing the contents on Dub. Dub wipes at his eyes, trying to blink away the stinging as Svoboda takes Dub by the arm swiftly, irishing whipping him into the ropes. Dub comes back with a head of steam, turning himself to brace with a shoulder block. Svoboda throws himself low at the last moment, chop blocking Dub across the knees, then tossing him overhead with a back body drop. Dub spills over the top rope, but grabs ahold, hanging on to the upper level and pulling himself back to the apron. Looking up, Dub sees only Svoboda finishing pulling his Peter Freedom mask down over his face before meeting a bike chain wrapped fist. Dub reels from the blow and Svoboda draws back, dramatically winding his arm up before delivering another one. Then a third. Dub crumples on the apron. Svoboda takes his bike chain belt, looping it around Dub's throat, then gives his a swift kick in the ass, knocking him off the apron to leave him dangling with the chain around his neck.

Larry King - Oh no.

Mancow - I love it!

Dub hangs choking for a couple of seconds before Svoboda finally lets him go, Dub toppling to the ring below and landing in a crumpled heap. Slowly, Dub begins to rise once again while Svoboda nonchallantly takes out his pack of Newport cigarettes and lights one up.

Larry King - Oh God, he's just a kid.

Mancow - Do it. Do it!

Svoboda takes a long drag, then tosses the cigarette out of the ring and down onto Dub, the freestyle champion bursting into flames on impact. Dub howls out in pain, dropping to the canvas and rolling around, trying to extinguish the fires, then stripping off the majority of his smoldering clothes, his arm and back bubbling up with second and third degree burns. Starker steps up behind Svoboda, grabbing him around the waist while he stares down admiring his handiwork, and with a snap backwards Starker plants Svoboda's head into the side of the ladder with a bridge german suplex. Svoboda's scalp busts wide open, blood mingling with his peroxide blonde hair and dyeing a large portion of it red as he writhes on the canvas. Starker picks up the ladder once more as Amaru raises back to his feet. Stabbing forward with the ladder, Starker sends the legs of it at Amaru's face, but he's ready, batting it aside and diving at Starker with a spear that takes him down hard to the mat. Amaru mounts Starker, laying into him with repeated right hands. Starker lashes out wildly, his hand finally coming to rest on Dub's necklace. With a flash of gold, Starker smacks Amaru in the side of the face with the necklace, then wraps it around Amaru's throat, raising back to his feet while strangling the former champion. Starker spies Svoboda beginning to stir and whirls Amaru around, sending him into the turnbuckle where he kneels coughing up blood and gasping for breath. Starker pulls Svoboda up by the vest only to have Svoboda duck out of the vest and backstep, putting some distance between him and the bigger man. Starker draws back with his left hand, as if for a punch, and Svoboda takes the bait, rolling aside once more. Starker fakes him, lashing out instead with Svoboda's own vest, towell-snapping it into Svoboda's eyes. Svoboda staggers backwards, clutching his face blinded momentarily, and Starker plants a huge boot into Svoboda's midsection. Svoboda doubles over in pain and Starker hooks him up, tossing Svoboda up overhead and slamming him down over the ladder with a powerbomb. Svoboda rolls back and forth, one hand behind him holding his back in pain. Starker grabs Svoboda by the shirt, pulling him back to his feet and lifting him up, carrying him to the edge of the ring. With a huge heft, Starker throws Svoboda over the edge. In a flash of popping buttons, Svoboda tears free of his dress shirt, catching a weak grasp on the top rope to jerk him back from Starker's toss, then losing his grip and falling down to the apron, hanging out of the upper ring. As Svoboda dangles over the edge, Starker wipes some of Dub's blood from out of his eye, then stomps down over Svoboda's fingers. Svoboda lets go with the one hand, dangling precariously as Starker raises for a second stomp. As Starker's boot is coming down, Svoboda reaches out with his free hand, jerking free the knot holding the ring apron in place and swinging Tarzan style from his upper level position to pass low over the lower rings, barely keeping himself above the ropes. With a Spiderman doublefoot swinging kick to Dom Fan's face, Svoboda comes to a stop hanging from the dangling apron on the far corner. Hand over hand, Svoboda begins climbing back up the makeshift apron rope he finds himself on while Amaru raises to his feet once more, brushing the blood out of his face and picking up the ladder. Starker turns to face him, gunning in with a big boot. Amaru swings the ladder, catching Starker's leg between the rungs, then twisting it viciously to the side, wrenching Starker off his feet. Starker hits the mat in a heap, clutching his knee in pain, while Amaru raises the ladder overhead and drives it down over Starker's midsection. Starker rolls over, vomitting blood, and crawls away from Amaru while the former champ sets up the ladder and begins the climb. Rolling over into a sitting position, Starker sees Amaru reaching the halfway point on the ladder. The big man raises back to his feet, limping on his twisted knee and he hobbles to the ladder and shakes it back and forth. Amaru stops climbing, simply clinging to the ladder in an effort not to fall. Starker grabs the ladder from the opposite side now, shoving it over and tipping it backwards over the ropes. Amaru hangs off the edge of the ladder, dangling over the lower rings as if off the tip of a diving board while Starker stands of the far end of the ladder in the ring, trying to prevent it from falling out with Amaru. Svoboda reaches the top once more, making a rush across the ring and diving over the top ropes out onto the ladder to land on it sharply, knocking it free from Starker's hold and sending the ladder and Amaru plummetting below while Svoboda springboards back at the ring catching the outside ropes. Starker bounces against the ropes, driving a knee into Svoboda's side and knocking him off to leave him dangling just by his hands once again. Svoboda does a pull up, reaching his legs in under the bottom rope and wrapping them around Starker's ankles, tripping the big man up while Svoboda slides back into the ring. Svoboda races across the ring, bouncing against the far ropes, then coming back with a flying cross body. Starker catches Svoboda out of mid-air, driving him down sharply over his knee with a backbreaker. Svoboda rolls across the canvas and Starker turns to the corner, tearing away the turnbuckle pads and exposing the steel bolt, then turns back to Svoboda as he tries to get to his feet. Hooking Svoboda under the arm, Starker slings him up over one shoulder, turning towards the corner and rushing in, smashing the small of Svoboda's back over the exposed steel. Svoboda slumps down the turnbuckle, his ankle tieing up in the tree of woe while Starker looks over the top rope at the carnage in the rings below them. Bodies are strewn everywhere, several people in need of medical attention and all four ladders far below. With a punishing double axe-handle, Starker smashes Svoboda's ankle against the steel, then untangles him, Svoboda's broken body crumpling at his feet. Starker hoists Svoboda overhead with a gorilla press slam, ready to toss him out of the ring to send him below to fetch a ladder. Svoboda twists in Starker's hands, the blood and sweat over his body helping him slip free from Starker's grasp and dropping down behind him, grabbing him down into a dragon sleeper. Starker muscles through it, spinning around and snapping forward to bring Svoboda down hard on his back with a powerslam. Svoboda crawls away from Starker, who stalks after him, clubbing at the smaller man from behind as he searches desparately for cover. Svoboda stumbles into the turnbuckle, his back to Starker, and Starker comes in hard behind him. Svoboda drops into the splits, Starker smashing into the exposed turnbuckle bolt instead and staggering backwards clutching his shoulder in pain. Svoboda rolls back to his feet, jerking his Peter Freedom mask off and slapping it down backwards over Starker's head. The big man raises his arms, pulling the mask off moments later and Svoboda has vanished. Starker whirls around quickly, scanning the upper level and Svoboda raises up from behind him now, hiding on the outside of the ring hugging the turnbuckle post. Ascending to the top turnbuckle, Svoboda leaps off the top, coming in high to Starker. Starker spins around, catching Svoboda around the legs and toppling backwards with him in a pancake, but perched atop Starkers massive frame, Svoboda's fingers pass within reach of the trophey over the ring. Svoboda catches ahold of it, tearing it down as Starker drives him hard into the canvas, Svoboda landing atop the trophy, driving it into his ribs. The bell begins sounding as Starker looks back and forth irrate. Svoboda tries to raise to his feet, then crumples to his knees.

Geraldo - Your winner, and 2005 MVW King of the Mountain, PIIITEEER SVOOOBOOOOODAAAA!

Starker plants a swift kick to Svoboda's face, knocking him back to the canvas, the blood drizzling from out of Svoboda's hair and over his face now. Pulling Svoboda back to his feet, Starker drags Svoboda out to the apron. Starker hoists Svoboda overhead for a vertical suplex, both men perched precariously at the edge of the apron. Starker drops Svoboda, catching him into a piledriver and dropping off the edge of the apron taking him all the way down to the lower levels with it. RAGE! Svoboda and Starker crumple into a broken heap on impact as EMTs, Paramedics, and Perry swarm the ring to check on the competitors. OWF ring attendants begin cleaning up the blood from the canvas as all eight men are loaded onto stretchers. Nick Burst and Toby Wilks point to their chairs and Mancow flips them off as he throws down the headset.

Wilks - Now.. We're back..

Burst - Stupid MVW guys.. GET A JOB YOU TWO!

Wilks - They can have yours...

Burst - Oh.. Ha Ha.. Yeah that wasn't funny ass hole.

Wilks - Was that amazing or what?

Burst - Eh... For MVW I guess it was good...

Wilks - That match was amazing folks! I wish I could have called it.

Burst - WE could made that match the shit! Stupid Mancow and Larry King!

Wilks - Piter Svoboda gets whatever he wants now.. Hes got an open contract!

Burst - Thats scary! He'll take a world title shot..

Wilks - We'll find out Wednesday on Heretic for the formal announcement! Don't miss it live from the Alltel Arena in Little Rock!

PA System - You fuckin right we did it!!!!!!................

The voice echos over the PA system as OWF's verison of "The hand that Feeds" by Nine Inch Nails hits.

PA System - Just how deep do you believe? Will you bite the hand that feeds?....

President Diamond Kid emerges from the back and quickly makes his way down to the ring. He slides in and leaps up with the mic already in his hand.

Prez DK - Vinny! Vinny! Vinny! Time is ticking... Its YOUR time! Its your time! Come on dow.......

The lights dim and the OWF Tron flashes... A picture of a giant ticking timebomb is counting down its seconds to the hot spot. Slowly it unwinds as we hear a faint chanting through the PA system.. Its unrecognisable... The crowd begins to count along....

10...9...8...7...6...5...4...

The anticipation runs wild as hearts race. Suddenly the clock stops.. The chanting disappears and the lights come back on. The crowd is silent as suddenly Kandi steps out onto the ramp.

Kandi - Sorry DK... Vinny Vegas isn't here tonight! In fact, Vinny Vegas will NEVER be in the OWF again! I contacted him two months ago while you where out playing grab ass in ASW!

The fans boo.

Kandi - Vegas said he wouldn't work for you again if you tripled his previous salary! No respect for you what so ever.... But that seems to run in OWF doesn't it? Can you blame him DK? Honestly? Come on Scott..... You ran this place into more brick walls then the crash dummies! If it wasn't for me running your finances and budgeting every penny you have... YOU'D BE FLAT BROKE! And I'm tired of it Scott.. I'm tired of being your personal little bitch that won't EVER get the exposure I desurve! If it wheren't for me.. OWF wouldn't be here today! Me and well... This guy....

The lights cut suddenly and a loud screetching comes over the PA as the time bomb ticks down....

3...2...1!!!

PA System - Hit me wit the K, O, to that motha fuckin' Z!

The arena erupts!!! Everyone leaps to their feet as Kozmo steps out onto the stage and looks over the arena. The world is in shock as the hall of famer and the only OWF Grand Slammer stares out at the ring. Several seconds pass before they can quiet the nearly rioting crowd down. Finally they settle as Kozmo is handed a mic from Kandi. The pure look of shock that stands over DK's face is unbelievable as he turns plush white he smiles at Kozmo and nods his head in approval.

Prez DK - It was YOU!? Your the bald guy! I shoulda known! K...O...Z! HOW THE FUCK ARE YA BRO! ITS KOZMO EVERYONE! FUCK YES! KOZMO! Man I called you like 50 times this summer...

Kozmo - Ohh.. Dik.. Did you.... DID YOU FUCK THIS UP EVER SO BAD! I told you this place was dead DK.. I told you to NEVER revive it.. But look at cha.. Standing in that ring like this is gonna be a success... Man your dumb. I give it 2 months.

Prez DK - Woah Ko.....

Kozmo - SHUT THE FUCK UP! Speak when I tell you to speak! You got that bitch!? Me and you... We're not cool DK... Not at all. You don't understand do you? Not only did you fuck these fans, the wrestlers that worked for you, but you fucked me AND Kandi over.. That... I'm not cool with! You got it? You can speak now..

Prez DK - Listen bro I just wa....

Kozmo - DON'T FUCKIN TALK TO ME LIKE WE'RE FRIENDS! Fuck you Scott! I'm real right now... FUCK YOU! Scott Kidd your a piece of fucking shit and I'ma kill you when you don't have a lockerroom full of people to save you!

Prez DK - Man let me appolog...

Kozmo - I don't wanna hear it Scott. Your a dead man.. That all I have to say! And if you so much as look at Kandi wrong... It'll be double the pain! You got that? All you fans are fuckin morons for trusting him.. Everyone in the back.. Your all stupid! Get out while you can.. He'll fuck ya! Just watch yourself Scott, I'm not fuckin playin with you. I'll find you...

The arena is silent as Prez DK stands speachless in the ring. His face turns red as Kozmo and Kandi turn and leave... You can hear a pin drop in the arena as Prez DK slides out of the ring without his pride and walks up the rampway with his head down in shame.

Wilks - Oh man....

Burst - Lets..... Damn lets move on.

Wilks - Was that not the most emotional you've ever seen DK?

Burst - Just drop it Toby..

Wilks - That was totally unscripted folks.. We had no idea Kozmo was here tonight.

Burst - Toby... Man listen to me for a second.. I suggest you stop talking about this if you want a job tomorrow..

The arena is still silent as you hear the headsets covered for a moment as the two announcers chat amungst themselves.

Wilks - Alright.. WELL... ITS MAIN EVENT TIME!

Burst - The road to glory is a dead end for Jesse Williams!

Wilks - Ladies and gentlemen this match is going to be brutal!

Burst - This is OWF.. Every match is brutal.

Wilks - Even more so! If you don't like the sight of blood then turn off your sets.

Burst - Shut up.... Let fatty announce the intros!

Nichols - Its time.. For the OWF Proven Innocent Main Event! The following contest is scheduled for a reach for the sky ladder match! The finals of the OWF Road to Glory Tournament and its for the OWF World Heavyweight Championship! Coming to the ring at this time...

PA System - Cali.... Fornia.. Lovvvvvvvvvvve......

Nichols - From Los Angeles California... Greg Jackson!!

"California Love" by Tupac featuring Dr. Dre starts up, and Greg Jackson quickly appears at the entranceway. He stares out at the crowd for a few moments, before making his way down the entranceway. His brother/manager Matt Jackson aka the Massicrist follows shortly after well behind his brother, as Greg slides into the ring.

Nichols - And his opponent.... From Baldwin New York...

PA System - KILL THE LIGHTS!!!

Nichols - He is the former OWF World Heavyweight Champion and an OWF Hall of Famer... JESSE WILLIAMS!!

The lights cut out and then pyro hits the stage. Just then, "Facepeeler" by Taproot kicks in. From the back, we see a confident Jesse Williams walk out from the back. The fans all rise to their feet. He slowly walks down the aisle, keeping his eyes locked on the ring. When he gets to the ring he slides in, and walks over to his corner and he leans back into it. Slowly his music starts to fade as he gets ready for the match.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The bell rings as both men look up to the dangling World Title

Wilks - Both men eyeing up the prize.

Jackson takes a bit of a longer glace, and it gives time to Williams to charge and spear him to the ground. Williams takes the early advantage, pounding away at the forehead and bridge of the nose of Greg Jackson. Williams keeps on Jackson, pounding away ferociously and then he pushes his head down to the mat. Williams stands up and holds up his arms to the boo's of the fans

Wilks - Williams is starting out strong.

Burst - Don't count out Jackson! At reaching and jumping, he'll be gre-

Wilks - We're not getting fired today!

Burst - Um, he..has..longer..arms?

Wilks - Good one.

Williams walks back to Jackson, but Jackson sweeps out Williams legs, and he gets ontop of Williams, laying closed fisted rights and lefts to Jesse's forehead now. Jackson grabs Williams by the hair and picks him up, whipping him into the ropes, when he bounces back, he is met to the face by an elbow from Jackson, sending Williams down holding the right side of his face. Jackson walks to the fallen Williams, stomping his abdomen as the fans get behind Jackson. Then suddenly, Williams grabs Jackson's foot, and he pulls himself up to a standing position, holding Jackson's leg, as Jackson stands, hopping on one foot. Just then, Jackson jumps, and NAILS an inzuguri to the side of Williams's head, sending him down to the mat

Wilks - Jackson has the upper hand now, pummeling Williams.

Jackson picks up Williams, and positions him for a DDT, he nails it in the middle of the ring and he hops right back up. He walks to the side of the ring towards the entrance ramp, and he gets out of the ring, heading towards the ladder

Burst - Here we go!

Just as Jackson closes up the ladder and turns to face the ring, Williams jumps up, and runs to the top rope closest to Jackson on the outside. Williams launches himself off with a twisting dropkick, nailing the ladder into the face of Jackson, and sending both men to the ground

Wilks - This is what we expected, and its starting now.

Williams stands up first, holding his back a bit, as he picks up the ladder. He walks slowly towards the ring, sliding the ladder in under the bottom rope. He slides in after it, and picks it up, setting it up in the middle of the ring. Jackson starts to stir on the outside, as Williams starts to climb up the ladder

Burst - Williams is heading for the belt.

Wilks - Going for the quick victory!

Jackson pulls himself up the apron, as Williams makes it to about the middle of the ladder. Jackson slingshots himself from the outside of the apron, jumping on the top rope, then shoulder charging the ladder, sending it toppling over, and straddling Williams on the top rope. The fans go nuts, as Williams stays crotched on the top rope. Jackson pulls himself up, and he runs towards the corner that Williams is near, he jumps to the top rope, then jumps off nailing a dropkick to the face of Williams, sending him falling over the top rope to the outside. Jackson pulls himself up, and he grabs the ladder, setting it up in the middle of the ring. He slowly climbs the steps as Williams is quick to pull himself up. Jackson takes his time to get up his side of the ladder as Williams slides into the ring in pain, and pulls himself up with help from the ropes. Jackson is about 3/4ths of the way up, as Williams runs up behind him, positioning him for a powerbomb off the ladder

Wilks - This can't be good!

Williams executes the move in a sitout style, putting Jackson DIRECTLY on his neck, and flipping over. Jackson looks almost unconscious, as he gasps for air. Williams gets up quickly, and starts to climb up the ladder. Jackson is rolling around in pain, but he is able to anchor himself on the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. Williams continues to climb up, and Jackson comes up behind him, but Williams kicks him in the face, backing Jackson off a bit and Williams MOONSAULTS off the ladder and connects with Jackson, sending both men down in the ring. The ladder shakes a bit, but doesn't topple and both men roll to the outside. Williams is the first to make his way to his feet, and he grabs Jackson by the hair. He whips Jackson towards the steel steps, but Jackson jumps up off the steps, and jumps back, putting his legs around Williams's neck and NAILING a Hurricanrana to the barely matted cement floor. Williams holds his head as Jackson gets a lot of support from the fans. Jackson picks up Williams and sends him back first into the side of the ring, following up by a series of rights and lefts. Williams slumps down to the floor as Jackson starts to stomp on Williams. He realises opportunity and he slides into the ring, quickly to jump on the ladder

Wilks - Williams seems to be hurt bad on the outside, Jackson has this won!

From Jackson jumping on the ladder though, the ladder starts to shake. It then topples over, sending Jackson flying to the other side of the ring, face first. He smacks down in the ring, with a huge thud as the ladder closes up. By this time Williams is stirring on the outside, on his hands and knees. He pulls himself up to his feet and he notices Jackson is down, so Williams walks towards the entrance ramp. He reaches under the ring, and he pulls out a LARGER ladder than that which is in the ring

Burst - Why two ladders, only one is needed to climb!

Williams slides it into the ring, and he walks up the steel steps, and through the ropes to get into the ring. Jackson is pulling himself up as Williams quickly picks up the small ladder, and throws it down onto of Jackson, with a sick thud of steel on bone echoing throughout the arena. Williams picks up the larger ladder, which the top is hitting the belt itself. Williams sets it up, and walks back to Jackson. Williams throws the ladder off the top of him, and he picks him up, but Jackson gets out of Williams's grip, and nails a Standing Spinning Wheel Kick to Jesse's face, sending him down for a second. Jackson grabs Williams by the hair, lifting him to his feet. He kicks Williams in the gut, and then goes for a side kick, but Williams ducks, then HE NAILS THE GLASSJAW ON JACKSON, A STANDING SIDE KICK OF HIS OWN! Jackson is down on the mat, holding his jaw.

Wilks - Williams just nailed The Glassjaw, he has all the time he wants now to win!

Williams picks himself up slowly and he pushes the larger ladder out of the way. Williams starts to climb up the small ladder, as the fans boo heavily. Williams pulls himself about half way up, and he still sees Jackson isn't moving. Williams smirks and he climbs up, and starts to reach for the belt, but while he isn't looking, Jackson jumps up and gets to the top rope which Williams is facing. Williams looks down, and sees Jackson facing him directly, as Jackson jumps off, grabbing Williams's head AND NAILING THE BLACKJACK, FLIPPING NECKBREAKER, FROM THE TOP ROPE OFF THE LADDER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! THE LADDER COMES FALLING DOWN ON TOP OF THEM AS THE FANS ARE GOING INSANE!

Wilks - JACKSON JUST NAILED THE BLACKJACK!

Burst - He's gonna beat the mexican!

Jackson holds his back and neck in pain as Williams is outcold. Both men are down for a bit, as the fans continue to cheer the huge move Jackson pulled off. A few moments pass by, with no movement, then Jackson slowly pulls himself out from under the small ladder, seeing the big ladder still standing. He grabs the bottom rungs and pulls himself to his feet as the fans get louder and louder with every step. Jackson is in a lot of pain from the move, as he climbs very gingerly up the ladder. He reaches about halfway, and he stops for a second for a breather. Williams starts to stir, and he realises Jackson is almost at the belt. Williams, still down on the mat in pain, grabs the small ladder off of him, and he throws it at the bottom of the legs of the big ladder. It makes a huge clank as metal hits metal, and it shakes the big ladder. Jackson can TOUCH the belt with his fingers as the ladder starts to sway, just then, Williams stands up, and he pushes the big ladder, with Jackson near the top, OVER SENDING JACkSON CRASHING TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING WITH A BIG THUD! The ladder stays in the ring, but closes up. The fans chant "Holy Shit! Holy shit!" as Williams recovers in the ring, from the Black Jack.

Wilks - Both these men are giving their all!

Burst - Of course they are, this is the OWF, not some All Shitty Wrestling!

Jackson is on the outside in a lot of pain, as Williams is trying to pull himself up with help from the ropes. Eventually, he does, and he steps to the outside apron, and he goes to the outside. He picks up Jackson, and he slides him into the ring. Williams bends over on the outside, and holds his ribs before he slides back into the ring. Jackson starts to push himself up, but Williams stomps him in the back of the head, sending him back down to the mat. As Jackson pushes himself up again, Williams allows him to get to his knees, Williams stands in front of Jackson, who out of nowhere pulls a cheap move and lowblows Williams, sending him down to the mat in the middle of the ring. The fans cheer as Jackson quickly pulls himself up and he pulls Williams to be parallel to the ring post. Jackson walks back to the corner, and he steps up, with his back facing Williams

Wilks - Jackson looks to be going for a moonsault!

Burst - No! He has eyes in the back of his head, and he's going for a frog splash...OF COURSE ITS A MOONSAULT!

Jackson gets to the top rope, and he holds up his arms. Just then though, Williams jumps up and runs to the corner, popping up right behind Jackson, wrapping his arms around him, then FLIPPING HIM BACKWARDS NAILING A HUGE GERMAN SUPLEX RIGHT ON JACKSONS NECK, FLIPPING HIM OVER ONTO HIS STOMACH!!! THE FANS ARE OUT OF THEIR SEATS!

Wilks - OBVIOUSLY it wasn't a moonsault, and it was a german suplex by Williams!

Burst - I hate you.

Williams is stunned a bit from the move, as Jackson is outcold. Williams crawls over to Jackson, and he flips him over, so he lays on his back. Williams pushes himself up, with no help from the ropes. He adjusts the ladder, which as moven a bit due to the impact of the high profile moves. He starts to climb up the ladder, and he makes his way up to the top of it, as Jackson is still down on the mat

Wilks - Williams can easily grab the belt!

Williams looks at the belt, then down at Jackson. Williams then faces Jackson

Burst - What is that idiot doing??

Williams holds up the sign for Death From Above

Wilks - NO, HE CAN'T!

Williams perches on the edge, as he pushes himself off, and tons of flashes go off all over the arena. Williams NAILS DEATH FROM ABOVE, SWANTON BOMB, FROM THE TOP OF THE LARGE LADDER ONTO JACKSON. Both men are down!

Wilks - DEATH FROM ABOVE!! DEATH FROM ABOVE!!

Neither man is moving, as the one big ladder stays standing, while the other is on the edge of the mat. Many moments pass, and eventually Williams stands up first. He grabs the smaller ladder, and he throws it up against the corner, and it just happens to stay there. Jackson starts to stir, as Williams falls back to the mat in pain. They both, individually, crawl towards the ladder. Both men start to pull themselves up, on different sides of the ladder. The fans start to go nuts

Burst - At this rate, both will be dead in five minutes!

Wilks - Both might be dead sooner than that!

The are evenly paced, as they eventually realise that they are both climbing up the ladder. Both men struggle for position, trying to climb faster than their opponent. Both men reach towards the belt, both being on the same step, but Williams has the edge in height, his fingertips are touching the belt. Jackson takes another step, and his finger tips are now touching the belt. Both men, together, take a step up and they both grab the belt, but neither of them remove it. Then they start to lay into each other. With rights and lefts, neither man giving an inch. Jackson blocks a blow by Williams, and he grabs him by his hair and slams his head into the top of the ladder, then tries to push him off, but Williams grabs Jackson by his hair, so neither man falls. Williams steadies himself, as he nails Jackson in the temple with a right. He attempts to hook Jackson for a suplex, but Jackson counters, nailing a stiff chop to the chest of Williams, the crowd lets out a huge "WHOOOO!" in reference to Ric Flair, as Williams then returns with a chop of his own to Jackson, the fans once again, say "WHOOOO!". Jackson goes for a chop, but Williams blocks it and nails Jackson with a hard fist to the bridge of the nose. Jackson stumbles down a step, but he pulls himself right back up as Williams reaches for the belt. Jackson then punches Jesse in the throat, choking him up and bending him forward a bit. Jackson grabs Williams by the hair, and he pulls off Williams, the fans go nuts, but Jesse jumps from the big ladder, and somehow, Williams lands on the small ladder, achored in the corner. He turns around, standing on the top rope, behind the ladder which is closed. He puts both feet on the rungs of the ladder, and he pushes it forward. Jackson reaches for the belt as The small Ladder starts to tumble towards the center of the ring, as it gets about half way Williams jumps off again, then landing on the big ladder right behind Jackson

Wilks - What ability shown by Williams!

Burst - Pff, and they say white men can't jump!

Williams grabs Jacksons foot as he reaches for the belt again, and he pulls him down a few rungs, slamming his forehead on the fifth rung. Williams jumps down, runs to the other side of the ladder and he starts to climb up, as Jackson is stunned still. Both men climb back up again, meeting at the top Williams nails Jackson with a punch, then nails another. He grabs Jackson by his hair, and with all his power he slams his face down to the top of the ladder. He pulls Jackson over the ladder a bit, so his stomach is on the top. Williams takes a step up, and he puts Jacksons head between his legs.

Wilks - What is this....don't do it jesse!

Williams hooks Jackson, and he lifts him up, looking for a powerbomb, he holds Jackson at the top of the ladder for a few seconds as the fans are screaming in horror

Wilks - YOU'LL KILL HIM! DONT DO IT!

Just then, Jackson pulls with all his bodyweight, trying to flip Williams over with a Hurricanrana

Wilks - JACKSON IS GOING FOR A HURRICANRANA!

Burst - Williams isn't budging though!

Williams is holding onto Jacksons legs as Jackson bends his back, back, and is pulling with all his body weight trying to flip Williams. Williams isn't having it, and with all his might, he SWINGS JACKSON BACK UP TO THE POWERBOMB POSITION...THEN WITH ALL THE LEVERAGE, HE THROWS HIM DOWN TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING! The fans are chanting "Holy Shit! Holy Shit"

Wilks - Oh...my god!

Williams reaches up, and unhooks the belt, then falls down to the mat in exhaustion.

Wilks - Williams has done it!

Nichols - Here is your winner and NEW OWF World Heavyweight Champion.. JESSE WILLIAMS!

Wilks - JESSE WILLIAMS LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!

Burst - Maybe he'll ditch that crappy ASW title!

Jesse drops from the ladder grasping the OWF World Heavyweight title tight. A tear rolls down his cheek as he crawls to the edge of the ring and calls for his ASW title. They hand it to him and he grabs both of them and smiles then hugs them as he places the OWF title over the ASW one. Jesse slides out of the ring onto the padding then stumbles up the ramp holding both titles up. The lights around the arena fade to black. Mass confusion ensues as the fans stand and scream in unison.

Wilks - What the hell is going on here?

Burst - I don't know, but I can't see a damn thing.

Wilks - Nobody can, Nick.

Suddenly, "I Disappear" by Metallica fires up over the PA system as it draws the fan's attention towards the entrance ramp. Smoke begins shooting out, forming a huge cloud around the entrance curtain. Multi colored strobe lights begin flashing around.

Wilks - Hey, who's that?!

Burst - Where?

Wilks - Over there - in the smoke! There's a figure standing in the smoke!

An unknown figure now stands in the huge cloud of smoke. The fans begin murmuring amongst themselves who the hell could this be?

Burst - Hey, I can't see! IS IT VINNY?

Wilks - Vinny isn't coming Nick deal with it! The lights, the music, what the hell? They're both gone!

Burst - They both just shut off! DK did you pay the bills?

The commentators aren't the only ones wondering what the hell is going on. The fans sit in silence, wondering the exact same thing. The figure of Jesse Williams can be seen standing alone.

Wilks - Jesse Williams climbed back into the ring..

Burst - Well, it's pitch black in here. Why the hell would he try and leave now?

Wilks - No, I think he's still there for a reason.

Burst - Are you implying he knows something?

Wilks - I'm just throwing it out there, Nick.

And suddenly, the lyrics kick in....

PA System - HEY, HEY, HEY!

The lights snap on. By now, the smoke is completely gone. The mysterious figure is now revealed. The fans go fucking ballistic. The arena is literally shaking.

Wilks - Oh my god! Is that - no! It can't be!

Burst - It's Shaun Stewart! It's Shaun Stewart!

Wilks - My God! It can't be!

Shaun throws his hands up in the air and begins pacing around on the ramp way, side to side, pumping up the sold out arena. The camera fades to the ring and reveals the facial expression of Jesse Williams, which is one of pure shock.

Wilks - I can't believe it!

Burst - Neither can Williams!

Wilks - Neither can the fans! Just listen to them!

After a few minutes of getting the fans into a craze, Shaun stops dead in his tracks. His smile fades, and he directs his attention to Jesse Williams standing inside the ring. A stare down results.

Burst - You can cut the tension with a knife between these two!

Wilks - But I thought they were friends? They used to be stable mates!

Burst - Well, they're apparently not friends anymore.

Shaun takes his thumb and drags it across his throat, and then points towards Jesse in the ring. The fans errupt in cheers. The camera fades to Jesse who is shown standing in the ring trash-talking Stewart from a far. The camera cuts back as Shaun throws his hands into the air once more.

Wilks - Ladies and Gentlemen, we're out of time!

Burst - No, not yet! Don't cut the feed!

Wilks - This is chaotic! But we have to go!

The camera fades to Stewart once more as the scene cuts to the OWF logo, thus bringing "Proven Innocent" to a close.

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Greene - Uhhhh What a night.....

Greene is walking proudly out of the arena with the PDA title draped around his shoulder. He quickly pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. The midnight glow caresses his face as a newborn champion has been found in this night. His limo is nicely waiting outback for his exit. You can smell the fumes of other vehicles in the air. He take a draw from his cigarette as he continues to make his way to the vehicle. Greene reaches the limo and opens the door. He shuts the door and tells the driver to pull away to a location. The driver doesn't respond..

Greene - Uh Driver?

The driver turns around and its Meca Blight in a cab driver hat.

Meca - I never drove a car before.. Do the keys go in here.. or...

Greene - Oh shittttt......

While Greene is trying to figure out what the hell happened, a loud crack can be heard and Greene rolls down the dark tinted window to see what it was. Just then he is hit by a flying brick in the head and lies across the backseat. Prissy walks over to the limo and reaches in the window. She retrieves her title and looks at Meca and smiles.

Prissy - Come on Meca lets go!!

Meca - (Looks sad) But I didn't get to drive yet. I don't know where to put the key.

Prissy - Meca I am sure DK has a car you can drive. Look, I even stole his keys to his viper. We can experiment later?!

She slyly smiles

Meca - But DK says never to touch his Viper.

Prissy - But what does Meca really want to do?

Meca gets out of the car and points to where DK's viper is parked and hands a happy Meca the keys. She throws her title over her shoulder and whispers….

Prissy - Prissy two….. DK zero…..La la la la..