olor="purple">Johnny V: Static has been on a role as a whole, and Shaun Stewart individually has also, so has Amaru, so I can't wait to see how they do against the team of Shyne and Marcus Keene!

olor="purple"> Kellie Mewes: And their opponents, weighing in at a total combined weigh of 465lbs! They represent Static the World Tag Team Champions, AMARU AND SHAUN STEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWART!!!!

olor="purple"> The house lights of the arena begin to fade slowly, eventually blanketing the crowd in darkness. Moments pass that seem like hours, and the crowd quickly begins to buzz with anticipation, people questioning who or what is going to happen next. Obviously, this is all heightened due to the fact that this is a pay-per-view, one that has been hyped considerably. However, just as the buzz seems to reach its peak, a single spotlight shines down onto the top of the ramp, cutting through the darkness and causing the audience to shift their attention to the curtain. Then�€� the now infamous sound of static begins to blare through the speakers, sending the crowd over the edge. They were easy to excite due to the build-up, and when you combine that fact with the common knowledge that Static seems to cause the crowd to boil-over at the snap of their fingers, the noise was simply deafening. Not only were their jeers filling the arena, but the faint chant of "asshole" that began in the upper tier of the stands has now began to filter throughout the fans in attendance. As �€œGhost of Tom Joad�€ by Rage Against the Machine starts up, the spotlight splits into multiple spotlights that begin to swirl around the crowd, flickering on and off to the beat of the song. Just then, Amaru bursts through the curtain, storming out onto the stage, looking as if he is ready to tear somebody apart. He has a bottle of water in his hand and jerks his hand upward so that a fair amount splashes him in the face, then just decides to dump the remaining amount on the top of his head. He flicks his dreadlocks back and then forward again, causing the water to shoot up into the air, making a strobe effect in the spotlight. He begins down the ramp, pounding his chest with his fists, getting himself psyched for the title defense. As Amaru is about halfway down the ramp, his partner, Shaun Stewart, steps passed the curtain and into the spotlight, sporting an arrogant grin. Stewart, holding a microphone in his right hand, uses his free hand to give a middle-finger to the booing masses, only causing them to react more. He pulls the microphone to his mouth and begins to cut a promo assuming that theres never a bad time to talk trash about your opponent. While Stewart clears his throat and demands that the music be cut, Amaru slides into the ring and sets the ladder up.

"Dipshits of Los Angeles, shut your mouths and listen, for what you're about to hear is what is commonly known as a prophecy. Now, since I know that the local school systems around here are what the rest of the country likes to call 'sub-par', I'll make sure to explain, so hold your fucking horses and let me tell you what's on my mind."

As he pauses, taking a moment to scratch his goatee and gather his thoughts, the crowd pounces on the opportunity to boo him.

"Yeah, yeah real impressive. I've gone to bigger and better arenas and been booed by sold-out crowds, you think I care if a few pieces of Hollywood garbage boo me? Exactly. So shut the hell up. Now, listen, a prophecy is when someone tells the events of the future before they happen. Like, for example, tonight, Amaru and I are gonna lay a beating on the "homeboys", Shyne and Keene. What's going to happen is as simple as follows: we're going to kick their asses and then grab our belts and go home. Got that? So, for all of you slightly-autistic losers out there, hoping to get your rocks off to a title changing hands, well you're gonna be disappointed tonight. Because Static is going to whip them like the slave ni--ers."

Just as he goes to finish the racial slur, Markus Keene rushes from backstage and hits him in the back of the head with a clubbing forearm that causes Stewart to stumble forward and drop the microphone. Amaru, noticing the action happening on the ramp, wisely begins to ascend the ladder, looking to hopefully end the match instantly. However, the bell hasn't been rung yet, so even if he were to reach the titles, it would be meaningless. But, he doesn't reach the belts, because Shyne darts passed Keene and Stewart, sliding into the ring and starting the match off with a bang, charging the ladder and causing it to topple over, sending Amaru neck-first across the top rope, which has him drop to his knees, clutching his throat. The crowd bursts into cheers as the fan-favorites make the first shot and instantly gain the momentum. Shaun Stewart regains his balance and turns around to battle with Keene, but he's met with a hard shot to the face, which causes him to backpedal a few steps. Marcus doesn't lay off, stepping forward into another brutal shot, this one smacking Shaun in the gut, doubling him over. Deciding to take advantage of the situation, Markee grabs Stewart around the head and drops him to the steel ramp way with a DDT, causing Shaun to grab his head and roll away while Keene sits up and plays to the crowd.

Meanwhile, in the ring, Shyne grabs a handful of Amaru's dreadlocks and yanks him off the canvas, but Amaru is quick to react and sends an elbow to Shyne's gut. In what is one of the intriguing aspects of the match, the two powerful combatants lock up, struggling to gain the advantage. However, never above cheating, Amaru lifts a quick knee into Shyne's lower abdomen, which causes him to break the grapple and gasp for air. Amaru quickly bounces off the ropes and hits him with a rising knee lift into the gut, sending Shyne flipping over his knee and dropping down to the canvas. Amaru throws a few boots into his stomach. Lowering to one knee, he pulls Shyne over his raised knee, his back arched over it, and then shoves his hand right below Shyne's jaw, putting pressure on his lower back and his gut. Amaru nods his head with satisfaction, as he has now pinpointed an area of weakness in the muscular opponent. However, he has to release the hold prematurely due to the fact that Keene has now rolled into the ring.

Marcus bounces off the nearby ropes and rushes toward Amaru, but his hopes for catching the beast off guard fails, as Amaru lifts him up into the air, only to quickly send him crashing into the folded-up ladder with a powerslam, causing the crowd to gasp as Keene rolls away, grasping his back in pain. Stewart has now managed to recover from the brutal DDT on the ramp and is now crawling toward the ring. However, by the looks of it, his partner doesn't need his help at the moment, as he now turns to Shyne and drags him to his feet, giving him a few quick punches to the head, forcing him into the corner. Upon reaching the destination, Amaru lifts several knees into Shyne's gut before stepping back, grabbing a hold of the second rope, and thrusting multiple brutal shoulder shots to the abdomen. At this point, Stewart is now in the ring and has revenge on his mind, instantly going after Marcus Keene. Shaun pulls his foot back and then cracks Keene in the ribs with a kick that he seems to throw his whole body into, which forces Marcus to sit up out of instinct, clutching his side. This provides Stewart ample opportunity to bounce off the ropes nonchalantly and send a dropkick to Keene's back.

In the corner, the crowd has grown disgusted by the amount of absolutely brutal shoulder charges that Amaru has thrown into Shyne's gut, and Shyne has become clearly weakened severely. However, as Stewart lifts Keene up and plants him with a perfectly executed Northern Lights Suplex, Amaru glances over his shoulder to make sure that his partner was not on the receiving end of the move that caused the ring to shake. This leaves the slightest opening for Shyne to counter. As Amaru remains hunched over, ready to throw another shoulder into Shyne's midsection, Shyne lifts a brutal knee into Amaru's face that causes members of the audience to cringe. A mixture of blood and saliva shoots from Amaru's mouth as he flies backward, landing on his back with a thud. Shyne takes a few breaths, rubbing his abs for a moment to alleviate some of the pain, and then focuses on Stewart, who has now sent Marcus face first into the turnbuckle. Grabbing Shaun from behind, Shyne locks Stewart into a sleeper hold, but he is fully aware that Shaun is far too ring-savvy to fall to a move like that this early in the match.

So he suplexes him. That's right. A sleeper-hold suplex.

The crowd goes absolutely insane as Shyne sits up and flexes his bicep for them, while Stewart lies on the mat, face first, breathing heavily and seemingly knocked silly at the moment. Now that he has shook off the effects of the series of moves that Stewart had performed on him, Keene nudges Shyne and nods toward Amaru. Shyne smirks and marches over toward the fallen Static member, who is still rubbing his jaw from the kneelift. As Shyne lifts him up, he begins to struggle, but that's quickly halted by a right hand to his already aching jaw. Shyne then lifts the 275 pound behemoth into the air, causing even Marcus to be somewhat shocked, as he displays his power by Gorilla Pressing him into the air. The crowd begins to snap photos at the feat of strength, but they are soon too busy jumping up and down and cheering to take any pictures. This is because Shyne drops Amaru, only for Amaru to get caught in the air by Keene, who graps his head and snaps him down to the canvas with his signature "One Time For Ya Mind". Amaru, obviously in immense amounts of pain, rolls out of the ring and drops to the floor as Keene and Shyne pound fists with one another. Yet, their bragging comes too prematurely, as they underestimated the stamina and heart of Stewart, who is now on his feet and charging towards them. Marcus manages to duck the double clothesline attempt, but Shyne is caught on the side of the head and it causes him to tumble over the top rope and to the outside. Keene pounces on Stewart, throwing a forearm shot to his back and then another to his neck, but Shaun manages to turn around in time to duck his third attempt. Stewart decides to counter with a wildly thrown left hand, which Keene blocks with his forearm, knocking Shaun's arm down. He kicks Stewart in the gut and drops down to one knee, looking for his leaping Rock Bottom, which he calls "The Setup", but Stewart is a ring-general and quickly dives forward, cracking Marcus in the face with his shoulder. As the two lie on the mat next to one another, blood begins to coat Keene's front teeth, and it's apparent that he has a bloody lip.

Outside of the ring, Shyne has already begun to go after Amaru, who has been the victim of some hard shots to his jaw. Shyne continues the assault on the 6'7" monster by driving him face-first into the barricade, causing the surrounding fans to go wild, realizing they are on TV. You can hear a small portion of the fans start to chant "FUCK-HIM-UP!" which causes the cocky superstar to point to the fans and flash a smile. Shyne reaches in the ring under the bottom rope and drags the ladder over toward him, pulling it out so that it hangs over the apron slightly. He then turns around to face Amaru, but receives a quick kick to the gut. Determined to put on a show and to inflict damage on Amaru, Shyne brushes off the blow and counters with a side-armed uppercut that catches Amaru right beneath the chin, which causes Amaru to stagger a bit, but Shyne doesn't give him a chance to recover, grabbing him by the wrists and then yelling out to the crowd: "GETCHA CAMERAS READY!"

He drops down to the floor, yanking Amaru down with him, yet since Amaru is 6'7", his face comes crashing down into the steel ladder. The ladder, sandwiched by the bottom rope, and Shyne, who pulled him down with force, cause the blow to be sickening. In a powerful few stills of film, we see the blood from Amaru's forehead and mouth dripping down onto Shyne's chest, and it is apparent that this battle is going to be one filled with brutality. The fans leap out of their seats, some cheering, others just standing in shock. But, they don't get a chance to sit down, as Shaun Stewart now drops Marcus Keene back-first onto the ladder. Stewart sits up and notices his partner still lying face first on the end of the ladder, bleeding, and decides to take things into his own hands. He desperately shoves Marcus off the ladder and then pushes the ladder forward a bit, causing Amaru to slide off of it and slump to the floor. Thinking fast, and noticing that Shyne is still on the floor, Stewart leapfrogs the top rope and stomps on the ladder, causing it to drive down straight into Shyne's midsection. Of course, Stewart lands awkwardly, but Shyne is the one who is in severe pain. But karma's a bitch, and soon Stewart is the one who is lying on the ground in agony.

The crowd goes wild as all four combatants lie in a broken mass on the floor. As Stewart unhooked his leg from the ladder, Keene slingshot himself over the top rope and drove him face-first into the ladder with a Fameasser. Keene lies on the ladder, his arms draped down the sides, while his partner lies on the floor below him. Amaru is leaning against the guardrail, trying to shake the cobwebs loose, and his Shaun tries to crawl away from the chaos, pressing his hand against his nose and lip, checking for blood. A few moments pass before Amaru drags himself to his feet, actually grabbing a fan by the shirt to try and get to his feet. Amaru notices the carnage and takes full advantage of it, grabbing Keene by his baggy jeans and simply launching him off the ladder, sending him crashing into the steel steps back first. He then shoves the ladder up off of Shyne, pushing it back into the ring. Shyne seems thankful that the ladder is off of him, but within seconds Amaru makes him wish that it still was. He stomps on his gut twice before pulling him up to his feet and lifting Shyne up into a bearhug, causing Shyne to scream out in anguish. His ribs and back are in immense amounts of pain, but it is even heightened more when Amaru drives him into the edge of the ring, and then turns around and smacks his back against the guardrail. He readjusts his grip on Shyne, now having his shoulder digging right into the lower ribcage of his opponent. Then...

BAM!!!

He charges forward and powers Shyne's back into the ring post, which causes Shyne to wince in pain before limping over Amaru's shoulder, looking like a rag doll in the behemoth's arms. Deciding he was done with his opponent, Amaru performed a Belly-to-Belly Suplex on Shyne that caused him to skid across the floor and roll onto the metal entrance ramp. Noticing that Keene was still down, Amaru slid into the ring and set up the stairs. "SHAUN! WATCH HIM!" he roars, but Stewart waves him off with the flick of his wrist as he still tries to recover from the brutal move just performed on him. Amaru made sure the ladder was steady and underneath the hanging Tag Titles before he began to climb. While some would say that the man's 6'7" height would play a major advantage in climbing the ladder, one forgets that with such a huge frame, you're much more likely to grow fatigued early. It takes him quite some time to make it halfway up the ladder, and by this time, Keene has already recovered and is now close to entering the ring. Amaru, now with an even greater sense of urgency, begins to start reaching for the titles above him, but he can't reach them. And now he can no longer focus on getting closer to them, as Keene is climbing up behind him. He tries to kick Marcus away, but Keene bats the weak attempts away and throws a few forearm shots upward into Amaru's spine, continuing to climb up the ladder until he is on Amaru's back. He lays a brutal elbow into the side of Amaru's face and steps onto one of the ladder's rungs so that he is standing next to him. Grabbing a fistful of dreadlocks, he cracks Amaru face first into the ladder, causing it to shake a bit, but Keene still holds onto his hair. Then, using his free hand, pretends to pop his collar. With one more shot into the ladder, Keene yanks Amaru off the ladder and drives him to the canvas with an X-Factor, causing the crowd to chant "HOLY SHIT!"

But the chant grows even louder as Shaun Stewart has taken it upon himself to up the ante. Angered by what has just transpired in the ring, he storms over to the announcer's table and shoves the timekeeper to the floor, grabbing the steel chair and folding it up so that it can now effectively be used as a weapon. Shyne, who is now pulling himself up with the help of the ring apron, unknowingly sets himself up for one of the most disgusting moves of the night, slouching against the metal turnbuckle pole, you could guess what happens next, but for those of you who don't like to cover your eyes in the gory parts of movies, Stewart cocks back and swings with all his might, cracking Shyne in the side of the face and sandwiching him between steel, causing a sickening smacking sound to echo throughout the arena. Stewart holds the chair up into the air with one hand and nods, staring at the fans as a cocky grin comes over his face. One particular fan in the front row gets Stewart's attention as he begins to scream at him, but knowing Shaun's style, he doesn't back down. "You want some of this, you mother****er?!" he yells, gripping the chair in his hands and cocking back. "Because I don't give a shit if you're on this side of the barricade or that side, I'll knock you out like the bitch you are!"

However, while he remains distracted, Keene is already up and beginning to climb the ladder. If it weren't for one of the very few Static fans in attendance pointing out the events occurring behind him, Stewart may have remained ignorant to the fact that Marcus was ascending the ladder, and rather quickly, too. Yet, the fan does this, and Stewart responds by turning around toward the ring and muttering "Oh, shiiiit!" He pushes the chair into the ring underneath the bottom rope and then rushes toward Marcus, who decides that he'd rather hop off the ladder and fight Stewart rather than risk being dumped to the floor and allowing Shaun the opportunity to win the match. Landing feet-first on the canvas, he arrives just in time to be met with a Spinning Heel Kick to the face, causing him to stagger backward into the turnbuckle. Stewart then runs toward Keene, he leaps into the air, landing with his left foot on the second rope and connecting with a Roundhouse Kick to the back of Markee's head, causing him to crumble to the canvas as Shaun grabs a hold of the top rope with both hands, steadying himself so that he doesn't fall. Noticing that Marcus is now lying on the canvas, Stewart hops up onto the top turnbuckle and then screams out "YOU'RE MINE, BITCH!" as he points to Marcus. With a leap into the air, Shaun does a front flip and amazingly lands a Front Flip Leg Drop right across Keene's throat. Marcus throws Shaun's leg off of him and clutches his throat, gasping for air as he coughs and squirms on the mat. Stewart, now understanding what it takes to win this kind of match against these opponents, he begins to shake his partner Amaru, trying to ensure that he'll watch his back while he climbs the ladder. Amaru gets up to one knee and nods his head, holding his jaw with one hand as Shaun helps him to his feet.

Shaun begins to climb the ladder but forgets that, although Amaru has a lot of strength inside that 6'7" frame, he also has a severely damaged jaw and is very winded at this point in the match. On top of that, he's going to have to try and hold off both Keene and Shyne, as the two realize that they have to shake off the pain and fight if they want to win. Shyne, bleeding from the mouth and on his cheek, staggers to his feet and rolls into the ring. He has to use the ropes to drag himself up, but while doing so, leaves and opening for Amaru to pounce, which he does. As Shyne turns around, Amaru rushes toward him, lowering his head and diving at his midsection. CRACK! The sound of Amaru's shoulder hitting Shyne's gut is almost as grotesque as the chair shot that Stewart threw, and the crowd stands up out of their seats in awe as Amaru's power sends both of them crashing through the ropes. Yet, amazingly, even after being hit with such a damaging move, Shyne has the presence of mind to grab a hold of his opponent's head, driving him down into the floor with a wicked DDT. Both men lie on the floor, seemingly unconscious, and the crowd goes wild. Getting to see all of this occur from an elevated view, Stewart's jaw drops, and then he yells out with anger. "YOU DUMBASS!"

While it may have been a bit cruel and out-of-character for a member of Static to rip on the other in that way, Stewart did have a point. Although Amaru inflicted plenty of damage on Shyne, he also made himself a non-factor in the sense of defending Shaun's ascent to the titles. This opening allowed the injured Keene to reach up and grab a fistful of Shaun's pants, trying to drag him off the ladder. While Marcus isn't successful in this, he does frustrate Stewart to the point that Shaun jumps off the ladder. Keene, on his knees, throws a quick punch to Shaun's groin and then desperately shoves him in the chest, sending him into the ropes. Keene gets up to his feet just as Shaun comes bouncing off the ropes, where Marcus leaps up into the air and grabs Stewart in a Tornado DDT position, only for Shaun Stewart to furiously throw Keene into the ladder. The ladder is knocked over but it doesn't fall to the canvas completely, landing on the top turnbuckle. On the way down, Keene's foot got caught in the ladder, leaving him dangling and defenseless. This, of course, brings a big grin to Stewart's face, as he reaches down and grabs the steel chair. The crowd can already sense what's going to happen, and some wince before Stewart even swings. Little did they know that they'd have to keep on wincing.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Stewart cracks Marcus in the knee three times with the chair, crushing it between the chair and the ladder. Marcus desperately tries to reach up, but the way he is caught makes it so that it is impossible to unhook himself from the ladder. He looks up just to see Shaun driving the chair into his knee again.

BAM! BAM!

Two more vicious shots and Marcus is in so much pain that he screams for mercy, which causes Shaun to let out a mocking laugh. Deciding to torture him even more, Shaun grabs the end of the ladder and lifts it up into the air, eventually to the point that he holds it high above his head. By doing this, Keene is now left hanging in the air, putting immense pressure on his knee and ankle. Knowing that he can't hold it up in the air much longer, Shaun shakes it up and down, and then just drops it, forcing Keene to fall down to the canvas once again, this time with the ladder as well. This allows Marcus to painfully remove his ankle from the ladder and begin to crawl away, but Shaun doesn't let up, grabbing him by the ankle, lifting it up into the air, and then driving his knee back into the canvas. Keene shakes his head, biting his lip to fight through the pain. Stewart then grabs Marcus by the belt and drags him to his feet before whipping him to the ropes, only Keene's leg gives out and he drops down to his knees. Shaun smirks, relishing in Marcus' pain, and then rushes up and leaps over him, grabbing a hold of his head and driving him down into the canvas with a Bulldog.

Meanwhile, on the outside, Shyne has begun to weakly stumble to his feet while Amaru has already gotten up and begun scouring underneath the ring for a weapon. Satisfied with a table, he begins to drag it out, but it is obvious that his jaw is really bothering him. It is because of this that Shyne gets the chance to lift a knee into his face, causing Amaru to let go of the table and fall down to his butt. Shyne then sets up the table and throws a punch at Amaru, but it is blocked. Amaru looks to counter with a punch of his own but Shyne blocks his attempt as well. Then, BOOM! Shyne connects with a left hand that lands squarely on Amaru's jaw. Amaru throws a blow of his own, a forearm shot, that catches Shyne right on the cheek, opening up his cut some more. Shyne ends the battle of blows by throwing his whole body into a lunging clothesline, sending Amaru staggering backward, his mouth now bleeding significantly. Shyne yanks Amaru's head down into a DDT position and then signals to the crowd that it's all gonna end soon, yelling out...

"IT'S TIME 2 SHYNE, BABY!"

Shyne tries to lift Amaru up for his finishing move, but forgets that Amaru is 6'7" and 275 pounds, which is quite a load to lift, especially when your ribs and back are damaged. Since Shyne struggles with the maneuver, straining himself to the point where he winces in pain, it gives Amaru enough time to recover, and recover he does. The crowd can't believe it, but Amaru presses his hand on Shyne's gut and places his other on the back of his thigh, then, letting out a roar of power, he elevates Shyne up into the air and THROWS him down with a brutal Spinebuster, causing Shyne to go crashing through the table. Shaun Stewart, who has just executed an Armdrag Takedown on Keene, points to Amaru and yells "THAT'S MY NIGGA!" The two smirk and begin to feel as if they have control of the match. Keene rolls over to his knees and staggers to his feet. Shaun and Marcus lock up, Marcus eventually overpowering him and shoving him into the corner. He lifts a knee into Stewart's gut, which causes the two to break the grapple, and then climbs up onto the second turnbuckle. He lays a hard right hand into Shaun's face, and then another, and by the third, the crowd begins to count along with him.

"4! 5! 6!"

Keene nods his head as each shot sends Shaun's head flying back into the padded turnbuckle.

"7! "8! 9!"

Another three shots and Stewart is now left slumping back into the corner, obviously dazed and in pain. However, before Marcus can finish up with the traditional 10th punch, Shaun's partner wraps his arms around Keene's gut and causes the entire crowd to groan as he drops him on his head and neck with a sickening thud. A German Suplex from the second rope. Obviously, Keene is in plenty of pain, but the move has such impact that he doesn't even move, looking as if he has been knocked unconscious. With Shyne just beginning to sit up, this begins to look like the perfect opportunity for Static to capture the title belts and remain the champions. Yet, believing that Amaru finished Shyne off, both remain oblivious to the fact that he has not only recovered, but has aggressively broken off the metal leg to the table, yielding it as some kind of weapon. With both Amaru and Stewart now working over Keene, it is no surprise that Amaru is caught off guard when he sees his partner fall to the canvas. He turns around and luckily ducks a shot to the face, but his luck quickly runs out as Shyne slips it over his head and pulls back, the bar now putting immense pressure on Amaru's throat, cutting off the air supply. At first the big man tries to fight it, but as Shyne continues to choke him, he begins to weakly stumble about before dropping to a knee.

Shyne lets go of the choke hold and takes a few steps back before running up and dropkicking Amaru in the back of the head. Amaru falls flat on his face. Shyne turns his attention to the titles that dangle above, readjusting the ladder below them. Marcus Keene gets up to his feet, almost simultaneously with Shaun Stewart, and the two begin to exchange blows. Shyne notices this and looks to climb the ladder, however, everyone is caught off guard by the live feed that cuts in from backstage, being displayed on the big screen above the entrance. It's Chris Green, standing outside of Silkk's locker room. The crowd's interest, as well as the combatants in the ring, is peak, are the two going to brawl early?

No.

Green smirks to the camera and says "Boy this is gonna be good!" With the flick of his wrist, he motions for someone to come toward him, and then the camera zooms out and notices that it is two OWF crew members, pushing a crate full of sound equipment. The two are straining, so it is obvious that it is extremely heavy. "Yeah, yeah this is where Blade wanted it delivered, guys. Yep, right in front of this door. Make sure you put it right next to it, okay?" They grunt as they push the crate right up against the door, causing Green to smile. The camera moves upward and catches the nameplate on the door.

MICHAEL CARRINGTON.

Green chuckles and gives an emphatic "thumbs up" to the camera. The feed then returns back to focusing on the combatants in the ring, who have basically just stood still and watched what has happened on the screen. Shyne and Keene are clearly confused, but Amaru and Stewart look to each other and grin. The crowd in attendance can tell that, clearly, there is something fishy going on. Shaun and Amaru begin to trade punches with Keene and Shyne, and while the fight rages on, things just don't seem right. Then, the curtain is shoved aside and a superstar steps out onto the stage. He's white, with dirty blonde hair that is spiked up in every-which-way. The young man is wearing a wifebeater and a pair of blue jeans that have bleach spots here and there and are ripped up at the knees. At first, some may have not noticed his presence, but he makes sure to wait at the top of the stage until everyone's eyes are on him, he's that kind of guy. He basks in the glory for a moment, soaking it in, watching the two teams go at it and then begins to walk down the ramp. Everything about him just reeks of arrogance, from the way he walks to the way his grin slides to one side of his face. The crowd is unaware of his intentions, but he makes them clear in a single second.

In the ring, Shyne has taken the fight to Amaru in the corner, throwing punch-after-punch to his injured jaw. Coincidentally, his teammate, Keene, is getting the upper hand of the battle between him and Stewart. The unknown man slides under the bottom rope and, in one quick move, dives forward and clips "Markee" in his injured knee, causing Marcus to drop to the canvas in agony. This then leaves Shaun a few moments to regain himself, which he does. Aware of the situation, and clearly involved in the plan, Shaun rushes toward Shyne and clubs him in the back of the head with a forearm shot. Shyne valiantly battles, but the numbers soon become too strong for him, as Stewart and Amaru begin to beat him down, eventually dropping him to the canvas. Shaun looks over his shoulder and watches as the man reaches down and grabs the chair off the mat, holding it by the legs. He sends a few quick, brutal jabs with the top of the chair, driving it down into the knee of Keene. While all of this is occurring, the crowd has started to fill the arena with spiteful boos. Amaru throws a few more boots into Shyne's midsection before he and Shaun pulls him to his feet and ties his arms up between the top and middle ropes. Amaru, ruthlessly, throws a few knees into Shyne's injured ribs. Stewart shrugs his shoulders and decides to end the match, as Shyne and Keene are both incapable of stopping him. With sarcasm oozing from every poor, Shaun mocks his opponents and the booing crowd by "struggling" to climb the ladder, overacting his moves and pretending to be extremely exhausted. He finally reaches up and snatches the titles off the dangling cable, tossing one down to the canvas for Amaru to gather up, and holding the other high in the air, as if he is overly proud of winning them. He pretends to hold back tears and fraudulently "thanks" the fans, who are absolutely irate. Shaun climbs down the ladder and drops to the canvas. He grabs Shyne by the jaw and forehead, forcing him to watch as the mystery man spits on Keene. The man then reaches down and grabs a hold of both of Keene's ankles and then smirks as he flips Marcus over and locks him into an Elevated Boston Crab, placing his knee on the back of Keene's head as he arches back tremendously. The hold looks incredibly painful, and Keene's cries for it to stop only back-up that idea. The camera focuses in on Keene's face and we get a true sense of the pain he's in as a small tear begins to drip down his cheek. He is slamming the mat with his hand, tapping out, trying to beg for mercy but there is none shown. The Static members laugh as Shyne tries to fight out of the ropes and help Marcus, and the unknown man nods his head with satisfaction as the fans scream out chants of "ASSHOLE!"

It is then that Chris Green struts out from behind the curtain, holding a microphone in hand, grinning from ear-to-ear. He is obviously satisfied with the way things are going in the ring, and he makes it clear by pulling the mic to his mouth and telling everyone.

olor="purple">Chris Green:"Soak this shit up, people, it doesn't get better than this! Keene, where's your brother to help you out? I thought you 'niggas' could always rely on family to back you up?"

Green points to the screen above him and the crowd watches as Silkk pounds on his locker room door, screaming, trying desperately to get out. But, he can't, because of the massive crate outside his door. Green laughs out loud and begins to walk down to the ring. The man finally lets go of the hold and Keene instantly clutches his knee. Green strolls up the steps and then enters the ring, motioning for the mystery man to walk with him. They both make their way over to Shyne, whose cursing can be faintly heard through the microphone that Chris hands to Stewart.

Shaun Stewart:"And what about your homies, Keene? What about the "King of the Streets" over here? Shyne, you're a JOKE. You run your mouth off about all the shit you've gone through, crying at your momma's grave like a little bitch, and a pair of ropes is gonna hold you back?! Typical."

Static simply laughs at Shyne while he's down. Stewart hands the microphone off to the mystery man, who takes a step back so that he is in the center of the ring. He looks up at the crowd, who are still vehemently booing what has transpired. He brings the microphone to his lips and acts as if he is going to say something, and then he just smirks, laughing under his breath.

Mystery Man: "Since I know that you people are either the results of a teenage pregnancy or are strung out on cocaine, I'm going to give it to you as simple as I can...What you're looking at right now is the official nail in the coffin. I want all of you, each and every one of you, to take a good look at what you see, because this isn't just some one-night occurrence. You better get real used to your heroes being made out to look like the real bitches they are by Static, because this is going to happen each and every week, night after night, and there is nothing and nobody who will stop us. You got that, Shyne, you dumb motherfucker?! And Silkk, I want you to pay attention. Look me in the eyes, "homie". The man that just tore your brother's knee to shreds, his name is Sean Page. For those of you who know who I am, no further explanation is necessary, but for those of you not privileged enough to know my name, just take this in as a lucky glimpse of some of the greatness that you're going to be honored enough to see in the near future. In fact since you all seem so grateful, I'm going to be a bit generous tonight and lay out another one of your heroes!"

Amaru and Green hold Shyne's arms while Stewart continues to talk trash to him. Page smacks Shyne in the face and then grabs him, lifting him up off the mat and driving him back to the canvas with a Sambo Suplex, which he calls the Page Plunge. Sean pumps his fists downward and aggressively yells out some trash talk toward Shyne. Green, wearing a pair of loose-fitting cargo pants, pulls out a rolled-up black shirt from one of his pockets and tosses it toward Page, who unrolls it and puts it on."

Chris Green: "Welcome to Static! This is what I like to call a SPECTACULAR ENDING."

"The Ghost of Tom Joad" hits over the PA as The Static members pound fists and exit the ring to some of the loudest boos in OWF history, leaving absolute carnage in their wake.

Smokey Green: I...I can't believe what I've just seen! Marcus Keene...Silkk's little brother...he had such a brilliant future ahead of him! And because of Static and that...that BASTARD Sean Page, his career could be over before it gets to start!

Johnny V: And as we see Shyne head over to Keene and EMTs rush to his side, you have to realize that Silkk is definately going to be spitting some fire tonight in the Main Event! Static won't be getting away with this! /