Zack Perry presents
From Washington DC
July 31st

The sound of three gunshots going off, each one blasting out an O.W.F. on the screen, the camera's blast open to show a capacity crowd here in Boston, the crowd staunchly divided between those whom advertise their love for Tann and those whom focus instead of their hatred for Cold Grass. Footage lingers particularly long on a large poster-sized sign of Bryan Tann's face on Samuel L Jackson's body from his Star Wars role, holding a lightsaber with the words Bad Mutha Fuka across the handle. With a loud explosion of pyrotechnics, Perry stands center ring, a microphone in hand and pointing out over the crowd.
Mr P: Here we are, folks. Boston, Massechusetts, the second OWF Sabbath Breaker, and still none of you have a clue what happened at OWF's Canadian Bloodshed. It's pretty bad when the pay per view channels bump ASW's big wrestling events in order to show the All Day Ticket of Miss Congeniality 2. But while ASW's fans are left waiting, the OWF is here once again bringing you even more prime seat bloodshed and carnage as a half dozen men try to kill each other for your entertainment.

The depraved east-coast crowd starts into their chants already of "Bry-An Tann! Bry-Ann Tann!"

Mr P: Now I know the Tannimals have been itching to see Bryan Tann back in action since High Voltage, and believe me I want him in competition too. But more importantly, I insisted he take a couple of weeks off to mend after Blood, Sweat, and Tears. Because when Bryan Tann steps into the ring against Chris Green, for the main event of OWF Bloodbath in two short weeks, I wanted to make sure that he was at one hundred percent.

"Bry-An Tann! Bry-An Tann!" the chants become louder. Perry grins, pointing towards the camera.

Mr P: Anything for my fans. You want it, you've got it. Next week, Bryan Tann in action with a warm-up to his World Title shot.

The crowd errupts. Perry beams smugly until the lights go out, and "Back To School" by the Deftones cues up. Four burts of pyro fall from the screen. The first two are blue, and the second two are green. The lights blast back on, and all over the arena green and blue spotlights shine. They move over the crowd, as the lights dim, and the entire arena becomes one huge strobe light. Stepping out on to the rampway, to a huge amount of boos are none other than Cold Grass themselves. Chris Green breaks out front and lets loose an air guitar solo on his World Title. Frost stands behind him, pointing fowards. Green clad in a pair of torn and tattered jeans, sandals, and a black tank top sports a pair of shades, and has his hair slicked back in a pony tail. Frost is clad in sunglasses and his wrestling apparell. Black tape on his fists, black tights, black boots with silver shin guards. They make their way down towards the ring, cursing constantly at the fans. They stop midway and strike a pose. A fan flips Frost the bird, and Frost in returns shoves him down, by the face. Green points and laughs at the man. They Green slowly walks up the steps as Frost slides in under the bottom rope. Both men demand a microphone. Green signals to cut the music, and the music cuts, and the lights come back on. At first Green can't even open his mouth. The fans in Boston blow the roof off the arena with thunderous boos. Garbage begins to fly towards the ring, as the fans hurl it at Green and Frost. Green breaks his silence by screaming at the fans.

Green : We didn't want to be here either! This place is a hell hole!

Frost : Just like those idiots in Washington last week. Blantant disrespect, to two men who have made tonight possible!

Green : Without us, there would be no professional wrestling, and you fans should bow down and kiss our feet because of it!

Frost : Tonight, you all get to witness me tear apart that ignorant waste of sperm, Dub.

Green : But first, we've got a little something to say. I'll call it, "Proclamation, Cold Grass Nation." Tonight, we're here to make a stand. You see, last week Cold Grass made it's return in full force. We took over the show, and from what I've been told, Sabbath Breaker was the highest rated show on television. Tonight will be no different, because you see ; Cold Grass equals ratings. Who wouldn't tune into see a World Champion such as myself? Who wouldn't want to see the most talented wrestling to ever lace up boots in Cameron Frost? So as far as I'm concerned, OWF, and OWF fans, you owe us!

Frost : What I think Green is trying to say is, you owe us! You owe us for tonight. For all of OWF. If we weren't backing it, no-one would give a shit. You guys wouldn't give a shit. I mean you can turn into that other federation, with all those All-Stars night in and night out if ou want to watch morons beat the piss out of one another. But you don't. You give your attention to the OWF because whether you like it or not, you love us! The fans love us Chris...

Green : They do, and in return, the OWF loves us. I know Zack Perry is loving the money he's raking in with us. Granted we're probably making more than him, book deals, movies, and all those endorsements. Still, we've brought him more money than he's ever had as the World Champion of some other organization. You see, because of Frost and myself, Zack Perry can now retire from active wrestling. No longer does he have to put his body on the line. No longer does he have to deal with the blood, sweat, and tears that is professional wrestling. He can now set back, collect a big check, and let the pros take care of business.

Frost : So that takes care of the fans, and Zack Perry. Now you're left to wonder why do the superstars of OWF owe us? Well it's simple. Firstly, like you the fans, we make this all possible. Secondly, the money we generate automatically fattens up the salary of every single superstar. With Cold Grass around, all OWF superstars get to enjoy the high life. Some more than others yes, but all in all, with us around, these guys are making so much more money. Just like with Perry.

Green : So the OWF superstars owe us, for the same reasons Perry and the fans owe us, right? No, the OWF superstars also owe us for not ending their miserable careers. As anyone knows, when the Cold Grass train comes your way, it always flattens you. You wrestlers, only exist, because we allow it.

Frost : So take notice, from the Jack Destiny's, to the Bryan Tann's ; we're not playing any games.

Green : OWF belongs to us now. There's two new sheriff's in town, and you're looking at them. Cold Grass law, we win, you lose.

Frost : We mean business, and don't you forget it. So let's get things under-way, hey Dub get your stupid ass out here right now!

Green splits through the ropes and approaches the commentator's table.

Larry King : Not again...

Green sports a huge smile as he approaches the commentator's table.

Suddenly, the lights go out as the opening guitar riff to Green Day's "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" echoes throughout the PA system. Immediately, the crowd starts cheering wildly.

The big screen quickly fades in the phrase: A gift from the past. As the intro hits its repeat, the phrase begins to blur and take a new shape, changing to

L E G A C Y

As Green Day's lyrics kick in, the big screen changing to the image of a man walking down an empty road. We can only see the back of him, and we see a man with black hair about to his shoulders, and black shirt and pants. It would be considered a silhouette if not for the small patches of exposed Caucasian skin.

PA System: I walk a lonely road, the only road that I have ever known...

When the music hits the light kick and the bass and drums come in, a small pyro explosion at the entryway brings the lights back on, and standing at the entryway is...Kid Dynamo.

Larry King: Kid Dynamo wasting no time here as he is set to debut in OWF!

Chris Green: But..against who?

The entire crowd begins to cheer wildly as Kid Dynamo looks up at the crowd. He waits a brief moment before beginning to walk down the entryway towards the ring, not ignoring the fans, but not reaching out to them. As he approaches the ring, he makes a three-step burst, and jumps up to roll under the bottom rope. He gets to his feet and stands in the middle of the ring. His music has cut, but you can hardly tell for the deafening roar of the fans. Kid Dynamo soaks it in for a moment, then asks for a mic. One of the sound crew tosses one at him, and he catches it. He motions for the crowd to take a breath, turning towards Cameron Frost who still stands in the corner of the ring, the two making a tense moment of eye contact.

Frost : Hey, I got no beef with you. I had my debut, you can have yours. Much respect...

Frost flashes a sardonic grin, before sliding out of the ring and approaching Green. Green and Frost conversate amongst one another, as Dynamo addresses the crowd.

Kid Dynamo: OWF...I can't believe I waited six years before coming here. This match has been a long time coming.

Then again, it is too easy for me to think about the "might-have-beens" of my career. What if I had stumbled upon some dead-end Indy promotion instead of MVW? What if I had never run into Sonny Lightning or Andrew "Ace" Hawk and gotten my way into ASW? What if I had taken Chris Green's offer a long time ago...

That's right, folks. When you see Chris Green and Cam Frost terrorizing OWF, there's something you should know. Frost was Green's second choice. Chris Green wanted to team with me, but this was about the time I got my neck injured, so I couldn't exactly fulfill my end of the deal. Green gets upset and just settles for the next person to walk through the door...and the rest is history.

What are the other might-have-beens? What if I hadn't let Bryan Tann and his BMF buddies toss me into a dumpster in the middle of traffic? What if I hadn't ever taken Mr. Good under my wing and helped him become a decent wrestler? What if I had beaten Jesse Williams to the ASW Title back when I had the chance months ago?

This all adds up to one question, that I can't answer for you...who's going to walk out here to fight me? I have plenty of enemies here, that's for sure. Who's going to step up? Who thinks that they can be the one who will stop "The Legacy" before it even begins? WHO?!?

The crowd cheers as Kid Dynamo tosses his mic out of the ring and starts to stare at the entryway with a focused look on his face.

SANGRISSIMOOOOOOOO!!!

Tad O. Minor comes charging from the entryway, wearing both of his title belts around his tiny waist.

Mancow: Is Tad Minor the challenger? Well that's a rip-off!

Larry King: Wait! Look!

As Kid Dynamo focuses on the rapidly approaching luchador, Two-Good is seen coming through the fans, his OWF Handicapped and Tag Team Titles around his waist, and his PDA Title wrapped in barbed wire around his right shoulder. Tad Minor rolls into the ring, and as soon as he gets to his feet, he is met with a superkick from Dynamo...BAD LUCK CHARM!!! The move drops Minor like a rock, but Two-Good has entered the ring, and holds his barbed wire title in his hand. Dynamo senses someone behind him, but doesn't react quickly enough and gets a faceful of barbed wire from Two-Good. Dynamo stumbles back and Two-Good clotheslines him with the barbed wire title. Dynamo drops to his back, and Two-Good immediately drops the PDA Title across Dynamo's stomach, then hits a big splash on Dynamo!

Larry King: It looks like Kid Dynamo has received his answer!

Mancow: Yeah, well, he was N.u.t.s. for issuing an open challenge.

Larry King: ...oh, okay. I get it.

Two-Good gets to his feet as Dynamo remains clutching his stomach on the ground. Two-Good sees the mic that Dynamo just tossed, and rolls out of the ring to get it. He picks it up and puts it to his lips.

Two-Good: The following contest is scheduled for One-Fall and is a Hardcore Rules match for the OWF HANDICAPPED TITLES! The challenger...Kid Dynamo! HEAVY FAVORITE! Shut up, dammit! I'm trying to announce a match here! The champions..."The Hardcore Duality" Two-Good and Tad O. Minor...N.UUUUUUUU.T.S.!

Both Dynamo and Minor start getting to their feet as Two-Good gets back in the ring. Two-Good quickly kicks Dynamo in the gut. Minor starts running towards the ropes, and Two-Good gives Dynamo an Irish Whip in Minor's direction. Minor leaps at the ropes as he nears them, and lands on the top rope, then flies backwards with an Asai Moonsault. He overshoots Kid Dynamo by inches and connects sqaurely with Two-Good's PDA Title on the ground. Minor grabs his stomach in pain. Two-Good seems to get angry. He takes off another of his titles, then rushes at Dynamo with it. Dynamo rolls under the attack, then bounces off the opposite ropes and flies in the air, immediately balling up. Two-Good stops to try and block an attack, and Dynamo suddenly extends his legs, connecting a vicious front dropkick to Two-Good's chest. Dynamo lands on his feet in a crouched position, as the blow knocks Two-Good back a few feet. Two-Good stalks back towards Dynamo, and Dynamo kicks out his left leg. Two-Good grabs it and holds it, then looks out to the crowd and starts to taunt them. When he refocuses his attention, Dynamo leaps in the air and twists, hitting a reverse enziguri on the back of Two-Good's head. Both men drop to the mat, but Dynamo quickly gets back to his feet.

Larry King: Kid Dynamo is really cleaning house against the two opponents. I don't remember him being this fast even in MVW!

Tad Minor starts to get to his feet, and, on the other side of the ring, Two-Good is starting to get up as well. Kid Dynamo runs over to Minor and kicks him in the midsection to stop him, then whips him into a turnbuckle on the opposite side of the ring from Two-Good. Dynamo quickly charges behind Minor and hits a Stinger Splash in the corner. The move stuns Minor, and Dynamo takes an opportunity to showboat to the crowd a little. As he looks out to the fans, they erupt.

Larry King: Dynamo has the crowd fired up!

Mancow: He better be careful. With guys like Dub and Angel of Death still to come, he better not make this opening match too exciting.

Minor regains his focus, and charges Dynamo. Dynamo scouts it, and counters into a monkey flip. Minor goes flying, and Two-Good has to sidestep to avoid the Luchador. Minor lands hard on the edge of the ring, and his momentum causes him to roll off the ring and onto the ground. Two-Good turns to look and see this, then turns back to Dynamo, and gets a...BAD LUCK CHARM! The move drops Two-Good flat on his back, and Dynamo points to the turnbuckle, signaling the Hangover! The crowd goes crazy, and Dynamo runs over to the nearest turnbuckle to Two-Good. He ascends to the top, then flies off...HANGOVER!!! Kid Dynamo moves to make a lateral press, then realizes that there was never a referee. He quickly slams his arms on the mat to make a pinfall attempt...1...Tad Minor has gotten to his feet and is back on the apron!...2...Minor has ascended the top rope and is signaling the Minor Threat!...3! Kid Dynamo rolls off of Two-Good just in time to watch Minor flawlessly execute the Minor Threat...on his own partner!

Mancow: Damn. The one time he actually hits that move...

Geraldo: Your winner: KIIIIIID DYYYYYNAMO!

"Boulevard of Broken Dreams" starts up again, but you can barely hear it over the deafening fans. Kid Dynamo walks over to Minor's Handicapped Title, much nicer looking than Two-Good's which has been turned into a Hardcore weapon. He holds it high over his head, and the fans go nuts. As he does, Zack Perry comes out.

Zack Perry: Ladies and gentlemen, OWF's newest recruit, Kid Dynamo!

The crowd reacts as expected to Perry's pop attempt by booming out another loud cheer. Kid Dynamo takes the titles and starts to head backstage, chants of "Dy-Na-Mo! Dy-Na-Mo!" picking up throughout the arena. Perry takes center ring, microphone in his hand, a broad smile on his face.

Mr P: Heck of a return from good ol' Dynamo. This kid's come a long way since I signed his very first match. Now I'm proud to say he's a large aquisition for the OWF. He's one to watch, folks, mark my words.

The crowd cheers once again and Perry grins, sliding back out of the ring as Geraldo steps up at ringside.

Geraldo: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds, DUUUUUB!

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 marches confidentally to the ring, his entire body bobbing with the music and high fiving with fans, then slides in under the bottom rope and leans nonchallantly against the turnbuckle.

Green: That's Dub? Frost will freak when he finds out he has to touch a faggot.

Larry King: I would like to apologize to our viewers at home for the champion's language. Although I don't believe Dub is actually homosexual, we encourage nothing but tolerance for all lifestyle choices.

Mr. P : I'd just like to say, you guys are pushing it.

Green : Well that's what we do P, we push the envelope. You knew what you were getting into.

Mr. P : Just don't make me get involved.

Green : Sorry mom...

Mr. P : Your mom hath no fury, like me.

Mancow : And the match begins.

Frost slowly rounds the ring, stopping by the ropes and stretching. Frost signals a lock-up, and they lock up. Frost quickly lifts a knee to Dub's midsection, and follows it up with a stiff chop to the neck. Dub goes down grabbing his neck, as Frost continues the assualt with some quick boots. The ref steps in and breaks it up as Dub rolls into the ropes. The ref warns Frost, but Frost just laughs. Frost signals for another lock-up, but this time Dub cuts him off with a straight right hand. He follows it up with a few more rights, and then irish-whips Frost hard. Dub follows him quickly and clotheslines him over the top rope and to the floor.

Green : That's a DQ! He threw him over the top rope!

Mr. P : This is the OWF, Green...

Green : Oh yeah, sorry, for a minute there I thought I was watching Horace Hogan wrestling Frost.

Mancow : Horace Hogan sucks.

Green : So does Dub.

Frost pulls himself up against the safety railing as Dub steps outside on the apron. Frost turns around to be drilled by a double ax handle off the apron. Dub then proceeds to remove the padding on the floor, revealing the cement below. The fans erupt, as Dub picks Frost up off the ground. Dub locks Frost in with a piledriver, but Frost fights it. Frost then reverses it hitting Dub with a back body-drop. Frost quickly picks Dub up and walks him towards the steel steps. He irishes whips Dub away from the steps but reverses it, and in an instant Frost hits Dub with a drop-toe hold that sends him face first into the steel steps. Frost then plays to the crowd.

Green : What a move! Did you see that!? Nobody expected that! I taught him that!

Mancow : There's alot to be learned from one such as yourself Green. A whole lot...

Mr. P : Yeah like how to be a pompous ass.

Green : You're lucky you write the checks.

Mr. P : You're lucky I write the checks.

Larry King : You guys are like old friends.

Green : Enough, Frost is getting ready to drill this bum.

Larry King : Dub is giving him a run for his money.

Dub makes his way back up, as Frost rolls back into the ring. Dub rolls into the ring but Frost is right on top of him, dropping an elbow on his back. Frost hops back up and stomps on Dub back as well. Dub rolls out of the ring, and grabs Frost by his feet. He jerks Frost's feet out from under him, and then pulls Frost out onto the floor again. It's here they exchange blows. One punch after another sends both men staggering. Frost swings a wild haymaker, and Dub ducks it. Dub then grabs Frost and locks him in for a reverse DDT. Dub steps foward a little bit, placing Frost's head above the exposed concrete, and then plants Frost with a reverse DDT. A loud thud is heard, as the fans oooh in unison.

Green : Holy shit!

Larry King : That hurt!

Mr. P : Not his head! No! Ha...

Green : Not funny...

Mr. P : It's good for Frost. He knows that.

Dub rolls into the ring, only after picking up and throwing Frost into the ring. A steady stream of blood is flowing from the back of Frost's head, as Dub picks him up. Dub then sends him back down with a russian leg-sweep. Dub then picks Frost up again, this time by the hair. He hooks Frost for a suplex, but Frost reverses it into a small-package. The ref makes the count, 1..2..kickout. Dub kicks out, as Frost erupts at the ref. As Frost is argueing with the ref, Dub sneaks up behind him, and locks him in for a fierce german suplex. He then picks Frost up, and plants him with a piledriver. Dub makes the cover. 1...2...foot on the rope! Frost barely puts his foot on the bottom rope.

Green : That was a close one! Shew.

Mancow : I thought the "great" Cameron Frost had lost this one.

Mr. P : Frost is looking a little rusty, wouldn't you say Green?

Green : Bull butter, he's in the best shape of his by god life!

The ref breaks the pin up, stepping between the two, while Frost gets up. Frost's blood now stains the mat in several different places. He walks around, holding onto the ropes. Dub charges Frost, but Frost dodges and Dub falls outside onto the apron. Frost reaches over and pulls Dub up by the hair. But once there Dub hits him with a punch, and then drops down a rope and shoulder blocks Frost, doubling him over. Dub then sunset flips over the ropes and makes the pin again. 1...2...kickout! Frost barely kicks out. Dub is beside himself, pounding the mat. Frost rolls to the outside and walks past the commentator's table. He looks at Green and nods, holding up one finger, before sliding back into the ring.

Mancow : What does that mean? Some sort of signal?

Green : He was just telling me I'm number one, that's all.

Mr. P : We already know that though, you've told us, a bunch of times.

Frost and Dub pace around each other once again, but not for long, as Frost charges. He goes for a tackle, but Dub moves out of the way, and sends Frost face first into the ropes. Frost hangs himself on the second rope as Dub makes a dash for the other side, bounces off and drops a leg across the shoulders of Frost. Frost goes down again, as Dub is quickly on top of him. Laying a few boots to Frost, he then picks him up, and irish whips him into the corner. Dub charges in but Frost gets a boot up in-time, and Dub runs direclty into it. Dub spins around and Frost plants him with a bulldog. Frost makes the cover. 1...2...kickout! Frost goes ballastic, almost assaulting the ref. His attention quickly averts back to Dub, who is now stirring. Dub on one knee, can't fight off Frost however who runs and nails him with a dropkick to the midsection. Frost then picks Dub up, and irish whips him. Frost then executs a picture perfect powerslam, and makes the cover. 1...2...kickout again! Frost yells, pounds the mat and then jumps up. He approaches the ref, backing him into a corner. Dub pulls himself up by the ropes, and approaches Frost from behind. Dub puts Frost in schoolboy roll-up, and the ref drops down to make the count. 1...2...Frost grabs the ropes again! The ref breaks up the count, as Green drops his headset and jumps up on the apron. The refereee approaches him, as Dub picks up Frost and plants him with a spinebuster! Dub then abandons Frost as he sees Green. Dub approaches Green and starts to yell at him. Green throws a wild punch missing by a mile. Dub goes for him, with a swing of his own, but Green dodges and launches a wad of spit towards Dub. The ref gets between them, and throws Green out! The fans erupt in cheers, as Green erupts in screams!

Larry King : It's about time the ref take action! Get him out of here!

Mr. P : Now Frost has to do it himself!

As soon as Perry says those words, Dub turns around to a waiting Frost. Frost is waiting with his "Superkick." Crack! One swift move, and Dub is on the mat, and out cold. Frost drops down and makes the pin. The ref drops to make the count. 1...2...3!! "Back To School" by the Deftones blares over the PA system as the ref raises Frost's hand. Green slides into the ring, and he and Frost begin to lay the boots to the fallen Dub. Green then picks him up off the ground, and drills him with the Fall From Grace! All while wearing the World Title. Green raises Frost's hand one more time, and the two make their exit.

Backstage, Two-Good stomps up and down the hall looking irrate, grabbing anything he can get his hands on and throwing it against the walls in anger. So angry is he about his defeat at the hands of Dynamo that he completely fails to notice Prissy leaning against the soda machine, drinking a Diet Coke with Splenda.

Back in the arena, the lights drop to black and a burst of glittery stuff falls from the ceiling, California Love by TuPac thumping out over the PA. Greg Jackson steps through the curtains, hoisting the OWF Network Title over his head and marching down to the ring confidentally. Bounding into the ring, Jackson catches a microphone tossed to him from ringside, lifting up the Network Title belt again and parading it around the ring.

Greg Jackson: You know what I heard this week? I heard Goody Two Shoes saying that Meca Blight was the longest reigning champion in the OWF right now. And I looked down at my waist, and sure enough I had this shiny belt holding up my pants, and I was like "Gosh, I better not have gotten drunk and turned into a cowboy."

The audience ripples with laughter and Jackson cracks a smile.

Greg Jackson: But I checked it out and sure enough, there's the OWF logo on this puppy. I'm Network Champion. Which makes sense, since I beat Meca Blight at High Voltage. I mean, it's not my fault if a bad shipment of deep south beer made every single fan in the whole arena have to run to the restroom at once. I won that Network Title fair and square in the middle of the r- ... dumpster. I destroyed Meca Blight. And I earned respect in that moment, becoming one of the handful of OWF champions.

A chant begins through the crowd of "Me-Ca Blight! Me-Ca Blight!" Jackson stamps his feet in frustration.

Greg Jackson: I'm Network Champion! Me! Not Meca! Get it straight, people!

The laughter grows louder as Jackson tries to be taken seriously, until the ominous whail of sirens passes over the PA and the lights flicker momentarily. Jackson looks up the aisle, taking a few steps back away from the ropes, as Starker stands on the stage, staring down the ramp at him.

Starker: There's a reason why people forgot all about your match, Greg. Me! Bryan Tann and I pushed wrestling to a new level in the finale of Blood, Sweat, and Tears. The people at home even forgot that Chris Green won the World Title; the only thing they remember about the whole night is Tann versus Starker, high above the ring. That's why Green has to try and remind people he's World Champion every week. Nobody paid any attention to his match.

Greg Jackson: I remember your match. You lost, Starker. You quit. Because you're a quitter who quits matches like a little baby quitter.

Starker: Yeah. I quit. After Tann earned that shot at the World Title. After I knew that he deserved it, and wanted to save myself for my big shot at him after Tann becomes World Champion. And after I took more punishment than you and Meca combined! Greg, the reason why nobody remembers your matches, not even your shot against Williams, is because you're not that impressive. Belt or no, you're just not championship material like me.

Greg Jackson: Well if you're really so much better than me, then you'd be Network Champion now, wouldn't you?

Starker: Well, I hadn't planned on anything short of the World Title, but if you insist, I'd be more than happy to take that Network Title belt away from you. Sign it, Perry.

Jackson spins around in the ring, looking down at the commentary table where Perry has already begun jotting down notes on a sheet of paper. The sirens blare once again as Starker disappears through the curtains, Jackson sliding out of the ring and stepping over beside Perry. Reading over his shoulder, Jackson groans as he sees "Greg Jackson versus Starker: Main Event next week" scribbled out on Perry's notes.

Footage on the big screen cuts back to backstage, Prissy having pounced on Two-Good while the lights flickered, grabbing a handful of his hair and driving him face first into the concrete wall. Two-Good bounces off and falls to the ground with a groan, and Prissy begins to pour her Diet Coke out over Two-Good's head.

Prissy: This isn't Pepsi One!

With a shrug, Prissy tosses the can back over her shoulder and marches away happily, Two-Good getting back to his feet, sticky and wet and looking furious.

Geraldo: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the OWF World Tag Team Championship. Introducing first, the challengers, at a combined weight of five hundred sixty pounds, Jack Destiny and Angel of Death: TEEEAAAM DEEEEESTIIINYYY!

Hells Bells by AC/DC blares out over the PA as Destiny and AoD step through the curtains, AoD having to duck slightly just to pass under the huge screen through the entrance. With flaring gold and silver pyrotechnic bursts, Team Destiny makes their way towards the ring while the audience cheers, Destiny slapping hands with the fans on one side while AoD walks determinedly down the center of the ramp. Destiny pauses, placing his Raybans on a young child, then shedding his Oxford shirt and handing that over to an attractive young lady before climbing the steps and into the ring, AoD stepping over the top rope and taking the ring beside him.

Geraldo: And their opponants, at a combined weight of four hundred fourty pounds, they are the reigning OWF World Tag Team Champions, Two-Good and Tad O Minor: The Numero Uno Tag-Team Specialists- NUUUUUTS!

GOOD-NIGHT! Duality by Slipknot begins strumming out over the PA and Tad O Minor steps through the curtains, looking around confused. Nowhere to be seen is Two-Good. Walking slowly towards the ring, glancing around confused, Minor makes his way down the aisle and climbs into his corner. On the big screen, the NUTS entrance video flickers over to Two-Good frantically running around backstage, screaming Prissy's name in anger.

Two-Good: You bitch! I'll find you, and then I'll retain my PDA Title against you so many times that your boyfriend won't recognize you. WASN'T THAT US?

The bell sounds and Team Destiny laughs, AoD starting things off while Minor charges headlong at him. AoD reaches out, placing his hand on Minor's head and holding him back at arm's length, Minor swinging wild punches which can't reach AoD while the crowd begins to titter with laughter. With one hand, AoD shoves Minor backwards, Minor tumbling across the ring to his own corner where he turns and reaches out for a tag, only to remember that Two-Good is still running amuck backstage. AoD comes in hard after Minor, buffetting him against the turnbuckles with a big shoulder block. AoD steps back, but instead of crumpling to the mat, Minor pulls himself backwards, sitting up onto the top turnbuckle, then leaping forward with a corkscrew plancha... which takes him over AoD's head and leaves him crashing to the canvas alone. AoD turns around, giving Minor a swift kick which knocks him over to the Team Destiny corner, then marching after him, slinging Minor over one shoulder AoD reaches out and makes a nonchallant tag to Destiny. Destiny steps into the ring, AoD tossing Minor up into the air with a death valley driver, and Destiny kneels beside AoD, catching Minor under his spine with a backbreaker simotaniously. AoD steps out onto the apron amidst the cheers of the crowd as Destiny pulls Minor upright, sending him to the ropes with an irish whip.

Larry King: Team Destiny delivering a sound thrashing to Tad Minor. If Two-Good doesn't make it to the ring soon, he'll be picking up a second loss tonight.

Mancow: Now wouldn't that be a damn shame.

Perry snaps at a ring attendant and the man jogs up the aisle, disappearing into the back as the image on the big screen swaps to Two-Good opening a broom closet and yelling "Prissy!", only to have several brooms and mops tumble out, smacking the handles into his face.

Back in the ring, Minor comes rebounding at Destiny with a head of steam. Destiny takes Minor down to the mat with a drop toe hold, then twists him over into a leg grapevine. Minor's minute physique lets him twist with it, slipping through Destiny's legs and springing up behind him. Leaping into the air, Minor taps Destiny from behind with a drop kick and Destiny stumbles forward, then whirling around, Destiny lashes out with a superkick, catching Minor in the midsection and knocking him clean out of the air as he attemps a springboard crossbody. Raising Minor upright, Destiny hoists the little man overhead into a high vertical suplex, then walks around the ring with him for a moment, positioning them better towards the center and dropping Minor on his head in a brainbuster. Destiny drops down over Minor, hooking a leg for a cover. 1... 2... Minor kicks out.

The big screen overhead shows Two-Good pounding on the door of a women's restroom, screaming "Prissy!" as a ring attendant finally reaches him. Quickly explaining to Two-Good that his match is already under way, Two-Good's jaw drops in shock. Pausing only just long enough to hit the ring attendant with GOOD-NIGHT for his efforts, and smash the nearest camera filming him, Two-Good breaks into a mad sprint for the ring.

Larry King: Minor's in trouble already. Two-Good better put a move on or he'll only get here in time to see Team Destiny carrying his titles.

Mancow: Are you kidding? That kid's got spunk. I don't think Minor's near as out-of-it as you think.

Destiny pulls Minor upright in an instance, sending him back to the canvas with a snap suplex, then throwing Minor aside with a fireman's carry toss. Jerking Minor to his feet once more, Destiny irish whips Minor to the ropes, then catches him on the rebound, planting him in the center of the ring with a spinebuster. Cradling him up, Destiny covers Minor. 1... 2... Minor powers through as Two-Good bursts through the curtains, making a beeline for the ring. Two-Good leaps to the apron, sliding directly into the ring and clipping Destiny in the face with the PDA Title belt. Destiny drops to the canvas, a small cut dimpling his forehead, and the referee steps in, pulling the title belt out of Two-Good's hands and tossing it to the timekeeper, then sending Two-Good to his corner. The damage already done, both men begin crawling towards their corners, Destiny making his way for AoD while Minor tries desparately to reach Two-Good. Both men dive, making tags at the same moment, and AoD and Two-Good enter the ring, squaring off.

Larry King: This will be interesting to see how Angel Of Death fairs against the new PDA Champion.

Two-Good and AoD tie up, muscling back and forth. AoD starts to pick Two-Good up. Two-Good throws a low blow, stopping AoD's progression, then grabs AoD instead, hooking up the big man and hiking him overhead before driving him hard into the canvas with a powerbomb.

Mancow: Look at the strength of Two-Good! I don't think I've ever seen anyone pick up AoD before.

Two-Good pulls AoD up to his feet, jerking AoD around by the hair and dragging him to the corner. Slinging AoD over his shoulder, Two-Good drives him down hard with a powerslam, then starts pulling up AoD again. This time throwing him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex, Two-Good hooks a leg and makes the cover. 1... 2... AoD powers out, throwing Two-Good off of him. Two-Good turns to the ref, arguing the slow count, while AoD raises up behind him, hooking Two-Good by the head from behind and planting him in the mat with a reverse ddt. AoD pulls Two-Good up, hoisting him into a piledriver, then dropping him hard on his head, AoD's nearly four hundred pound body weight crashing down on top of him. AoD pulls Two-Good up once more, sending him at the ropes this time with an irish whip. Two-Good reverses it, AoD racing off instead and bouncing off the ropes. With a quick grab of the referee's shirt, Two-Good pulls the referee between himself and AoD, the poor referee crushed under the charging AoD like a freight train. Two-Good ducks low, catching AoD at the knees and sending him over the top rope with a back body drop. Sliding out of the ring, Two-Good begins argueing with the timekeeper in an effort to get his belts back while AoD rolls around on the concrete, holding his ribs in pain. Delivering a quick GOOD-NIGHT to the timekeeper, Two-Good turns around to find AoD waiting for him. AoD lands a spinning roundhouse kick straight into the PDA Title belt, driving it backwards into Two-Good's face and busting him wide open, Two-Good's blood spraying into the front row of the audience. AoD grabs Two-Good around the waist, pulling him up and tossing him down at the timekeeper's table with a spinebuster, but grabbing AoD's head, Two-Good turns it into a ddt through the table and AoD's blood is quick to spill as well. With the big man dazed, Two-Good rolls AoD back into the ring, nudging at the referee with his foot until the man wakes up, then standing perched to strike as AoD raises back to his feet. A swift kick to the midsection doubles AoD up and Two-Good grabs him. GOOD-NIGHT! Two-Good moves to pin him, then seems to argue with himself while Minor waves frantically from the corner. Turning towards his corner, Two-Good tags Minor, climbs onto the apron, then punches himself in the jaw, knocking himself down to the floor. Minor climbs up to the top turnbuckle and sails across the ring for AoD with the Minor Threat... and misses. Landing hard on his head, Minor rolls around in pain while AoD only just begins to stir. Minor pulls himself gradually back to his feet, AoD fighting to get up after him, as Minor bounds back to the turnbuckle to give the Minor Threat a second shot. Destiny shakes the ropes, jarring them as Minor perches up top, Minor slipping and crotching himself over the steel turnbuckle bolt. Raising a fist over his head amidst the cheers of the crowd, AoD climbs up onto the turnbuckle with Minor. The Devil's Drop! Dropping from the turnbuckle onto Minor's prone body, AoD makes the cover. 1... 2... 3...

Geraldo: Your winners, and new OWF World Tag Team Champions, Angel of Death and Jack Destiny: TEEEAAAM DEEEEESTIIINYYYY!

Larry King: They did it! Angel of Death just put all of his doubters to rest.

Mancow: That was plain and simple a lucky break. Two-Good was gone for half the match.

Larry King: In either case, we've got new Tag Team Champions, and they are loving every moment of it.

Within the ring, Destiny and AoD hoist up their Tag Team title belts from opposite corners, dangling them in front of the crowd amidst waves of cheers. Marching confidentally out of the ring, AoD and Destiny hold their belts overhead from the stage once more before disappearing through the curtains.

Thrown away by Vast hits the speakers as Chris Green enters the top of the ramp with a lot of security surrounding him… he slowly walks down to ringside to a pretty large chorus of boos… he steps between the ropes and calls for a mic…’

Green: You sorry pieces of shit your king is HERE. Bow down… NOW!

‘asshole chants start to ring out….’

Green: Ok you guys can shut up now and listen… I am here to show you all who the champion is. Its not Jesse Williams..

‘Williams chants start to filter throughout the crowd’

Green: Ok enough with the jokes and on to the next joke. Bryan Tann. I wont even get into our past. Here we are though Me as world champion defending against him the #1 contender.. Tann. Tann your nothing, but a loud mouth piece of crap and when I am finished with you? You will go back to that lower mid card wrestler you were. Now is your time to show the world how good you really are and when the dust settles you will prove to be just another failure who couldn’t beat Chris Green.

Green is suddenly interrupted as the lights of the arena go dark. The crowd pops LOUDLY as we can hear the sounds of a voice breathing heavily. Then, the voice of a child can be heard over the PA.

Cry little sister. Come to your brother.

The arena EXPLODES in red light and firey pyro as "Swamped" by Lacuna Coil hits over the PA! Standing in the center of the ring wearing black boots, black jeans, and a black 'BMF' T-shirt with dark sunglasses covering his eyes and a freshly shaved bald head stands none other than the #1 contender for the OWF World Heavyweight Title, "The Loose Cannon" Bryan Tann! He's got a mic in hand, and cruel expression on his face looking up at Green with a hatred that can be felt from the arena, to the viewers at home. The lights come back up, and the music fades out. Tann takes off his sunglasses glaring up at Green. Tann raises the mic to speak but is interupted with "Bry-An Tann! Bry-AN Tann!" chants. Tann looks up to Green with a cold smirk and then the crowd erupts when Tann simply raises a middle finger up at Green.

Tann: First of all Green, here's one to ya for that sorry ass attempt at TRYING to cut a heel like promo!

the crowd pops

Tann: Because the bottomline is BOY, that shit may work in the ASW but it damn sure doesn't work here in the Outsider Wrestling Federation!

crowd pops

Tann: But you know what Green? You're right, we won't bring our past into this. No need wasting time on history, let's stay in the here, let's stay in the now. I came back into this business six months ago, dominated in the mini leagues, and then came here into the big leagues AGAIN where I have done nothing but put every single son of a bitch on this roster ON NOTICE, that "The Loose Cannon" is back, and better than ever. And then here YOU come, waltzing around here like a bitch on her way to the ball thinking you're King Shit on Turd Moutain? You couldn't beat Jesse Williams without Cameron Frost sticking his weasily little head into the business, and now you're the Champ. Well whoopty fucking SHIT!

crowd pops

Tann: You can call me mid level jobber, you can flap your cock holster ALL YOU WANT, it won't make a hell of a bit of difference. Because in the end, the time for talk will be over and you will have to face me one more time, only this time there will be something at stake. Not just pride, but the OWF World Heavyweight Title. A title that I have dreamed about, since the day I walked into this company. And believe me when I say YOU WILL NOT KEEP ME FROM MY DREAMS CHRIS GREEN! You're not dealing with Jesse Williams son, he was the appetizer. I'm the main course mother fucker!!!

Green cuts in...'

Green: Slow down here... bring it down a few notches you douche bag...

fans start booing loudly again chanting Bry An Bry An

Green: OWF? You keep bringing up ASW like it means something here. I am one of the few who has been both OWF AND ASW champion. I know what it means I also know that I get what I want here in OWF. We dont have DK running shit anymore that loser is out on the street selling himself meanwhile I am SELLING OUT arenas. Tann I am going to do something that is unprecedented... I am going to put this world heavyweight championship ON THE LINE!!! In not just a normal match.. Obviously it wont be a normal match we are in the OUTSIDER GRASS FEDERATION! I MEAN OWF... tables...LADDERS...chairs... the world heavyweight championship belt will be dangling and all it takes is one bastard to grab the mothafucka and claim HIMSELF the champion. I dont think you have what it takes to do it. I am undisputed champion. I won it cleanly from " the appetizer" Jesse Williams. Trust me when I say your NOTHING compared to him... so I should be able to take care of business quickly and party it out baby!

Green drops the mic....and walks with his security past bryan tann not even looking at him..

Tann turns around facing Green as Green reaches the curtains.

Tann: Hey Fuckwit! As I recall it was me who won Blood, Sweat, and Tears. And so it was me who won the shot at the World Title: whenever I want, whereever I want, however I want. This is going down at Bloodbath, in my home town, Pittsburgh, PA. And your Tables, Ladders, and Chairs? Well that's up to me too, so I think I just might take a week to decide how it is I want to win my next World Championship.

Green pauses, his back turned on Tann as Tann eggs him on, then throws the curtains aside, marching through and disappearing into the back without so much as a look.