''Stricken'' by Disturbed blares over the P.A. System now, as the fans really give no reaction. The gorilla curtains get pushed aside and the insane clown Deranged steps out onto the ramp, he laughs for no apparent reason then begins walking down to the ring. -

Johnny: Wow. He couldn't air a promo, yet he can show up for RAGE. Talk about creative.

Eddie: You don't know why he couldn't do anything, Trunks.

Johnny: Oh? What is there for this guy to do? Did he get sick eating human flesh?

Eddie: Maybe..

- After a mere moment, he gets to the apron and slides under the bottom nylon rope and just as he enters he is immediately swarmed by around five police officers who came from literally no where. Ohio Police Department got Deranged down on his belly and got his arms behind his back finally handcuffing him. -

Johnny: .. Now what the hell is this...?

Eddie: I.. I have no idea Johnny.. Looks like.. He's being arrested?!

Johnny: If you're not showing up, you're getting arrested. If you're not getting arrested, you're getting jumped by some unknown people. WHERE'S THE NLS?!

Eddie: Being stalked?

Johnny: LIKE YOUR MOM... No wait.. I mean the other way around..

- Everybody is in shock, the arena grew dead quiet, as tonight was already a night full of surprises and no shows. The cops managed to stand Deranged up, but in the process of doing so, he managed to take advantage of the silence from the crowd. -

Deranged- Fuck you pigs! I will fucking kill everyone of you and then fuck your wives!

After that said, the police get Deranged backstage as this has turned out very unexpectedly. Johnny was seen holding his head as Eddie was left wide-eyed.

RAGE comes back from a commercial and we already find Ace Hart standing in the ring waiting for his opponent whos music is already playing, but for some strange reason, Dominick has yet to emerge.....and thats probably because hes a no good newbie that doesnt know how to get off his ass and promo for W2K....oh well, hes ghey anyways right?

Eddie: Welcome back to RAGE ladies and gentlemen we should be set for our match right about now but for some reason Dominick Vaughn is not coming out.....what the hell is going on Johnny?

Johnny: Why are you asking me? I've got no idea.

Ace continues to wait in the ring, obviously getting rather irritated by having to wait....after all, hes the 'Epitome of Divinity' and all that......hes also the Epitome of NOT PROMOING! Finally, the titan tron comes to life and the crowd gasps as we find out why Dominick is not out in the ring. He has been completely taken apart. He is laying on the pavement in a rather large pool of his own blood, unconcious and looking like he just got beaten to death......maybe he did......awww who cares hes fired after today, lets say hes dead. Ace steps forward obviously shocked and confused by this as well......does it mean his match has been cancelled?

Eddie: I think I'm gonna be sick.......Dominick Vaughn, has just been brutally attacked......I dont think hes breathing! Someone needs to get back there and help him!

Johnny: Thats what ya get when you piss off the boss Eddie.

Ace, still surprised as hell, spins around to grab a microphone when WHACK he goes down like a sack of potatoes. The camera pans out and, surprise surprise, Scott Blaze is there with a chair in hand.

Johnny: And now its Aces turn to get beaten down!

Eddie: The chair has blood on it Johnny! Scott is the one that beat down Dominick, I'm sure of it!

Hey, Eddie must be a mind reader.....cause its true, Scott did kick Dominicks ass.....and now hes kicking Aces. Scott wails down upon Ace with chair shot after chair shot after chair shot after.....well, you get the idea. Suffice to say, Ace is now bleeding like a stuck pig all over the ring.....what a mess. Scott stops for a moment, taking a breather and shaking his head as he stares down at the beaten and battered Ace Hart, before picking him back up and WHACK a chair shot that sounds like a shot gun and Ace goes right back down. Scott finally drops the chair and grins as he stares down at Ace, who is surprisingly still rolling around, just barely, but hey, movement is movement. Scott shakes his head and grabs Ace by his long hair, hoisting him up onto his shoulders and without another moments notice, BAM Aces head bounces off the steel chair courtesy of the 'Lasting Impression'.

Eddie: This is sick......Scott is just acting as a hired thug for Jeremy McMillion!

Johnny: Dont cross the boss Eddie......you might wanna be careful with what you say or you might end up in that same predicament

Scott grins staring down at Ace, who isnt moving now, once again and then looks out to the fans, who are booing as loud as they're voices will allow them to. Scott looks across the ring to his Flawless title that sits in the corner and shakes his head, kneeling down and grabbing the chair, opening it up slightly and fitting it around Aces neck! He looks back up with a sadistic grin and then back down at Ace and.....

Eddie: No....he cant! Scott is going to kill Ace Hart! Someone stop this!

......Slam! Scott stomps down on the chair as hard as he can snapping it shut on Aces neck. While normally he would be moving around like a fish out of water screaming, Ace is already unconcious and as such he just lays there......looking rather dead. Scott walks across the ring, grabbing his title as 'Conflict' begins to play over the speaker system. Scott however grabs a microphone quickly instead of leaving.

Scott: CUT THE MUSIC!

The song stops playing and the fans begin to boo again

Scott: Shut the hell up! Do you want to know why I did this? Do you all want to know WHY Ace Hart has been put down? Because he has pissed me off for FAR too long now! For years, YEARS we have known each other and every time, he has stolen the spotlight away from me. But not this time Ace.....this time the spotlight is mine, and I am NOT going to give it up to some washed up HACK of a wrestler like you! This is my time Ace.....MINE and you are not going to take that away from me. From now on, you will sit at home watching me, watching as I fulfill all the dreams you never could. Watching as I win the God of Wrestling Tournament, watching as I win the Anarchy Battle Royal, watching as *I* and NOT you become the W2K Champion!

Scott stops again, breathing heavily as he kneels down pulling up Aces head and looking into it.

Scott: Stay out of W2K Ace.....dont come back looking for revenge on me....dont come back to head hunt me.....because it wont happen, just like now, you will end up face down in the mat.....its a fact Ace Hart. Face it, you have gotten to old brother your time has passed. The animal that ran wild at one point in time Ace.....the animal that could be never be stopped......I have taken that animal, behind the barn and I have shot it.......its dead Ace.....and I promise you, it is going to STAY dead.

Johnny: That last no show, is so sad. I always hated Ace Hart. Now it gives me more of a reason to do so.

Eddie: But what about those fans who keep jumping the stands and attacking W2K Stars?! Who are these people?!

Johnny: I don't know, nor do I care. They attacked Hex, and did you see the expression on Cage's face? When the NLS catches these guys, they're as good as dead.

Eddie: I agree with that.

Johnny: I still hate Ace Hart.

Eddie: Hey now Johnny. You don't know why Ace or Dominick didn't show up. Maybe something happend in their familes? Don't jump the gun so quick!

Johnny: Jump the gun? I wish I had a gun so I could shoot these people who no-show. They're wasting everyone's time out here.

Then, hopping the barricade behind Johnny and Eddie was a figure as the crowd went into a slight frenzy. The camera turned around to see The Prodigal Son standing behind the announcers table. With the Impact Title thrown over his right shoulder, he sucked up the crowds boos for a second. Trunks had on a huge grin as for some reason Joey didn't seemed too thrilled. Trunks and Jacob shook hands, as Jake took a seat next to Trunks and grabbed a headset, slipping it on. Father Draks stood in the ring, as now we awaited Omen.

Eddie: What are you doing out here Jacob?! You're now due out here, for atleast another three matches or so!

Jacob: Would you relax, Macklin? Damn, you act like I'm going to Prodigal Drop your or something. If you haven't noticed, this is Omen's first match back in nearly a year. I wanted to be ringside to watch this one go down. I mean, if that's alright with you boss.

Jake smirked as Eddie was about to say something, but was quickly cut off by Johnny..

Johnny: Jake, let me say it's an honor to have the chance to call this match with you.

Jacob: Thank you Johnny. Atleast someone shows respect where respect is due! See, but I'm out here because these guys keep attacking. I'd like to see them try something on me. I'd send them back to whatever loser convention they stepped out of.

Eddie: Your guess is as good as mines Jacob onto who they are.. And respect? Pfft. Respect.

Johnny: Just ignore him. He gets annoying when people cooler than him makes an appearance. That's why he's always so bitter to me.

Johnny winked as the cameras panned back towards the entrance ramp. The crowd awaited the debut match in the W2K for the one and only Omen. The lights dimmed as on the jumbo-tron numbers, grungy styled numbers appeared. These white numbers, flashed down from "7" as it reached "0" now, which eventually turned into "OMEN" on the jumbotron.

Johnny: The NLS has the best entrances. Eddie wishes he could be a possible NLS candidate like I am.

Eddie: In their dreams. I don't need to kiss their asses. I don't even like them!

Jacob: We don't like you neither, trust me.

Sounds of what seemed to be slight footsteps over branches and what not was heard now, as strobe-lights lit up the area. Lights beamed down at the foot of the stage, as a figure was seen popping through the curtain. A black hoody over his head, shrouding his face, he stood in the grey colored light for a second, before slowly extending his arms out to his side and opening his hands. Pointing his palms towards the ring, he quickly moved his right hand up to his head and pulled away his hood, uncovering his face. The second he did that "Stricken" by Disturbed ripped the airwaves. The lights flickered on Omen's body, as a slight smirk spread across his face. Letting his attention skim around the arena, he got a mixed reaction, those cheering him were the true Omen fans who remembered him. Making his way down the ramp, he stopped midway and did a 360, watching clips of his entrance vid which included many of the slaughterings he commited over the past few years. When it the clip of him hitting "The Cause of Death" on one Bret Jones, Omen smirked again, making a DX style "X" with his right arm and turned around. As he did that, instantly, a figure was seen jumping the barricade, and clobbered Omen with a stiff right hand to the face. Omen took the shot as security quickly swarmed the man, as Omen managed to lay in a combination right, left that staggered the fan or whoever it was. Security quickly took him down as Omen was seen mouthing something at the man.

Eddie: There they are again! He just tried to attack Omen!

Jacob: Yeah but Omen took that punch like he was Evander Holyfield. Not even fased. That's why he's in the NLS and not someone like Ace Hart.

Johnny: Isn't Ace part of the Hart Five? Or six?

Jacob: Could be.

Omen shook off the attempt to get at him as he watched security forcefully remove the man out of the front of the arena, and into the back. He turned around now and made his way down the remainder of the ring, sliding into the ring now. He jumped to his feet and walked towards the corner, pulling himself up onto the turnbuckle. Standing upon it, he ripped his entrance vest off of his back and was saying something to the crowd, before dropping it on the floor, outside. Once more recieving quite the reception, Omen dropped down on the mat, as the lights returned to normal. Draks was seen standing across from Omen, as Jake and Trunks was giving Omen a standing ovation.

Johnny: That was awesome. AWESOME!

Jacob: Omen does have a knack for entrances alright.

Eddie: Oh would you give me a break..

Omen's music faded off of the P.A. System as now Longfeather signaled for the bell. The crowd popped again, as Omen and Drak circled each other. Omen was pulling up the elbow pad on his right arm as he faked a step inwards, towards Draks, causing Drak to stumble backwards, into the corner. Omen smirked again, as he did take a step forward, almost nailing Drak with a big right hand, but Draks pushed himself out of the corner quickly. Omen landed on the bottom rope, as he bounced and did a mid-air 180, turning his body just enough to connect with a calf-kick on Draks pefectily. Omen landed on his feet, as he quickly took advantage of the situation slipping behind Draks and locking him in a side-headlock.

Johnny: Omen is impressive. I can't believe he hasn't been in the ring for nealy a year!

Eddie: He's only been in the ring for a minute and you're already jumping on his bandwagon!?

Jacob: Whoa! Bandwagon? Trunks has always supported the NLS, Macklin. More than what I can say for you. Go on, keep talking and I'll slap that headset off and watch you cry about it.

Johnny: HA! OWNED, LITTLE BOY!

Omen applied more pressure, as Draks reached his right arm out just enough to grab hold of the ropes. Omen didn't release his hold though as Longfeather begun the count. Omen released it at 4, and stood up. He looked down at Draks and shook his head, backing up into the corner. In true Shawn Michaels form, he pulled himself up onto the top rope and laid down across it, lounging, taunting Draks. Omen laid on his back and looked up at the ceiling as if he was sleeping, as Draks pounded his hands on the mat and got back up to his feet. Omen hopped off of the turnbuckle and back down onto the mat,as he and Draks again circled each other, as Omen rushed in once more, ducking beneath Draks' short-arm clothesline attempt and grabbed Draks in a waist-lock position. Omen quickly slipped his arms up, and hooked Draks' in a Full Nelson position. Omen linked his hands behind Draks' neck, as Omen threw his weight backwards, sending Draks' over the top rope, taking a nasty spill onto the ground below.

Eddie: FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! THAT WAS AS DANGEROUS AS IT COMES!

Johnny: That's a good thing. This Draks guy is a waste of time anyway. I hope Omen kills him.

Eddie: You can't say that Johnny!

Jacob: Why not?

Johnny: Yeah, why not?

Chants of "HOLY SHIT" and "YOU GOT OWNED" broke out through the W2K Arena, causing Omen to look around it, with a smile on his face. Draks slowly got up to his feet, very slowly as Omen saw this and pressed his back against the ropes. Pushing himself backwards, he sprinted forward, causing Draks to stumble back again, as Omen used this sprint for leverage, as he came back against the ropes, now, hopping onto the top rope. Camera flashes went off as Omen jumped into the air doing a backflip in a little thing he liked to call "Omen Unlimited." Crashing down on Draks, the crowd moved into a frenzy again, as Jake and Trunks were speechless.

Eddie: Omen is showing why he was regarded as one of the best the wrestling world had to offer!

Johnny: .. Best doesn't work. This man is a human high-light reel!

Jacob: Omen is my idol from now on. MY IDOL! Tonight, I'm going to hit a backflip thingy with a 1080 McTwist.. and ask for some Bar-B-Q Saurce with that.

Eddie: It's called a Shooting Star Press, Jacob..

Jacob: No, it's called an Imploding Star Press. CHUMON LEE!

Jacob reached over and ruffled Eddie's hair annoying him, as Johnny laughed. The crowds chants died down slightly, as Omen had already rolled Draks back into the ring. Omen got in too and picked Draks up to his feet. It seemed as if Draks was playing possum as he almost delievered a massive round-house kick, but Omen managed to duck it and wait for Draks to turn around fully. When he did, Omen ducked beneath yet another clothesline attempt and came back around with a stiff elbow shot to Draks' head. Draks stumbled backwards as Omen, out of no-where connected with The Contract Killer [Superkick]. Omen's right foot snapped up, and smacked right across Draks' jaw, sending the preacher to the mat, old cold with a possible broken jaw. Omen brought his foot back down and brought his arms out to his side again, taunting the crowd, who actually gave him a pretty good reception.

Eddie: Impressive kick there by Omen.. That really did some damage.

Johnny: If he does that a little harder next time, it may knock that guys head off.

Eddie: Draks, Johnny.. Draks.

Johnny: Who cares about his name? He isn't even a contracted athlete anyway!

Jacob: See.. Much like The Prodigal Drop, Omen's Contract Killer and Seifer's Blood-Spiller can come out of no where. How many times have I proved that theory true Trunks?

Johnny: About twenty or so.

Eddie: Unbelievable..

Omen once more had locked in a submission, purposely placing his feet on the ropes for leverage as the ref was busy checking on Draks' condition. Everytime the ref would check on Omen's foot, he'd quickly place it back down on the mat and smile lightly. Finally, after a minute or so of keeping Draks down on the mat, Omen let his submission go and pushed himself up, but Draks sprung to his feet, his jaw all crooked from Omen's superkick and tried to tackle Omen down into the corner. Omen leap-frogged, sending Draks running chest first into the corner. Draks just barely managed to hop onto the turnbuckle to save a possible broken sternum, but fell victim to Omen's cat like agility. Right as Draks' foot came back down on the ropes, Omen managed to club Draks back with a few forearm shots, taking the wind out of the man. When Draks had enough, his head fell forward and onto the turnbuckle. His face fell flat onto it, as his body went backwards, causing the entire arena to laugh at his stupidity. Omen now, once more in a taunting fashion dusted his shoulders off as he didn't even break a sweat. Draks turned around as Omen quickly tried to Irish-Whip Draks into the ropes, but failed. Draks used whatever strength he had left to change the momentum, and throw Omen into the ropes. Omen came back towards Draks, who quickly hopped into the air, attempting a leapfrog, but Omen put on the brakes and caught Draks in the air, as Draks' legs fell onto Omen's shoulders.

Eddie: Looks like a powerbomb is coming up!

Jacob: I doubt it.

Draks attempted an hurricarana, and lowered his body, but that was a mistake as Omen stepped forward, bringing each leg over Draks' arms. Now, Draks' arms lay behind Omen's legs as the crowd jumped to their feet..

Jacob: THE CAUSE OF DEATH! HIT IT OMEN!

Johnny: YEAH! HIT IT! KILL THE JOBBER!

Omen turned his body around, facing the commentary table and pointed towards them as he jumped forward, landing on his chest, as Draks' landed on his face, unable to break his fall with his hands. Omen rolled over and pinned Draks now.

1..2..3!

Longfeather jumped to his feet and signaled for the bell as Omen pushed himself up. Longfeather held Omen's arm high in the air, declaring his victory.

Jacob: If you'll excuse me, I've got some celebrating to do. The drinks are cold and waiting for me. Omen's first match in 06 a win, making the NLS 4-0 for the year so far. Can it get any better?

Johnny: Yeah, when you and Cross destroys those two morons Cain and Izzy, making the NLS 6-0 for the year!

Eddie: That won't happen. Not if Ryan has anything to say about it.

Jacob: Ryan? What is he going to do? Not show up? That's all he's good for. Izzy? One more Prodigal Drop'll cause her face to cave in. Joey you like to doubt us, but tonight when Cross and I get our hands on "The Best Duo of 05," we're going to show people like you, who was cheated out of that award by sheep like you. Now, Jacob Mitchell, gone.