Missy Janson - PHILADELPHIA... It is time for your Main Event of the Evening! Standing up to their feet the fans know what match is coming and show their excitement by raising their voices. Missy Janson - The match scheduled for one-fall with no time limit... and it is an Enclosed Steel Cage Match! Missy is cut off due to the volume of the crowd, but she is happy to stop herself and let them show their passion. The moment passes and Missy is right there to pick back up with introductions. Missy Janson - Introducing first... from Tombstone, Arizona... Doc Holloway! The modern, crisp image flickers and stutters out, replaced by an aged sepia filter. The opening clap-STOMP of "God's Gonna Cut You Down" by Johnny Cash begins to sound, and Doc Holloway saunters out onto the stage, his boots falling loosely in time to the music. He pauses at the ramp, glancing around the arena, long brown hair framing his stoic face. Bobby Shavonie - This man is teaming with his opponent in just nine days from now, and he requested this barbaric match. Nick Burst - I'm not going to question it because I only heard the guy speak last week, and he's still new to the scene. Bobby Shavonie - Don't you find it odd? Nick Burst - Of course I find it fucking odd, but I'm not going to make enemies with a guy who is willing to put his future tag team partner through hell in an enclosed cage match. Bobby Shavonie - Valid point. He resumes his slow walk to the ring, muttering too low for the camera to hear. He mounts the apron without a flourish and steps through the ropes. "Go and tell that long-tongued liar, Go and tell that midnight rider..." Doc delicately removes a crucifix from round his neck, heads for the nearest turnbuckle, and dangles the cross on its chain around the post. "Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down..." He takes up that corner and lays in wait as his music fades out. The cameras cut back outside of the ring to Missy. Missy Janson - And his opponent... The Jackrabbit! The arena lights dim, and hysterical laughter sounds through the arena. A series of rabbits appear on the big screen, their eyes a crimson red. "Out Of My Head" by Puddle Of Mudd begins to play, as smoke fills the entrance-ramp and blue strobe lights scan the arena. Onto the ramp steps The Jackrabbit. He is wearing one of his trademark T-Shirts, and his plaid, wrestling shorts. The Jackrabbit begins to walk down the ramp as the music picks up, and he then runs and slides into the ring as blue strobe lights scan the arena. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle, and laughs outloud to himself, raising both arms and wriggling the index fingers on each as the fans cheer him. Nick Burst - Well we are about to get a good idea of both men, with this being their first match since signing with the OWF; they'll be looking to impress. Bobby Shavonie - And with the OWF in full swing, they won't be graded on a curve. Tonight is make or break. Nick Burst - Neither has to win, they both simply have to put on a good effort. But winning is an added bonus, guaranteed to get more eyes on them. The Jackrabbit then jumps back down, and paces the ring, looking entirely as though he has no idea where he is. His music fades out, leaving the referee for this match in the middle of the ring ready to direct traffic. Just then the enclosed steel cage that has been hanging above the ring all night begins to lower from the rafters. As this happens, half-a-dozen ring technicians make their way down to ringside; encircling the entire ring. The crowd only gets louder as the cage comes to a stop and is secured into place by the technicians, who give Referee Calvin Mills the all-clear before departing. A second later the OWF Official calls for the bell to ring, and the match to start. VS THE JACKRABBIT DOC HOLLOWAY (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The Jackrabbit turns around in a circle looking at the structure encasing him and Doc Holloway, while his opponent briskly moves into the center of the ring; demanding Jackrabbit's attention. Doc visibily calls for The Jackrabbit to strike him first which takes him back a bit, causing a bit of hesitation on Jackrabbit's part. This results in an open handed slap across the face from Doc Holloway, who calls for his opponent and future tag team partner to hit him. Still The Jackrabbit seems unsure, even though his face throbs in pain, and he pauses when he gets back into his opponent's face. Another slap is cracked against the right side of The Jackrabbit's face and it nearly knocks him down to his knees due to the impact. Holloway doesn't improve on his advantage, still remaining upright in the center of the squared circle waiting for his opponent to straighten himself up. A second or two later The Jackrabbit does so and steps forward, still no intention of striking Doc and he is about to pay for it when suddenly The Jackrabbit ducks under the right handed slap of his opponent, and pulls himself around behind Doc Holloway; snatching him up in an abdominal stretch. The fans don't know what to make of this weak submission move that The Jackrabbit applies but eventually get wind of his intentions when he uses the move to tuck Doc's own right arm between his legs in a pumphandle position. The Jackrabbit lifts Doc Holloway up onto his shoulder in a front powerslam position, then falls to his knees; dropping Doc head-first into the mat which gets the crowd on their feet. Bobby Shavonie - Holloway was calling for The Jackrabbit to bring it on, and he did so with The Standing Joke! Nick Burst - He's going for a cover, Bobby! He wants to end this one right now! The Jackrabbit quickly lays his body across Doc Holloway's in a lateral press, making sure to hook his outside leg which brings the referee in to make the count. 1... 2... Doc thrusts his right shoulder off of the mat, and The Jackrabbit immediately backs away on all fours following his failed pin attempt. Nick Burst - Close fucking call there. Bobby Shavonie - Yeah, but The Jackrabbit has just opened up a can of worms with the guy he's teaming with in just nine days from tonight. Nick Burst - Bobby, this isn't a fucking teambuilding exercise. This is an enclosed steel cage match, and there will be a winner. Shaking his head Doc Holloway gets up to his knees and makes eye contact with The Jackrabbit and a smirk comes upon his face. He simply stands himself up, checking his forehead for blood, and allows his smirk to grow even wider. This time he doesn't head for the center of the ring, instead he moves right at his opponent and The Jackrabbit cannot evade Doc's grasp. The two engage in a forced collar and elbow tie up that Doc uses to push Jackrabbit backwards against the ropes, and slams his head backwards into the cage. A second crushing thrust of Jackrabbit's head into the cage weakens him enough that Doc Holloway changes up his plan, and tries irish whipping his opponent off the ropes. Unfortunately for Holloway, The Jackrabbit has his left arm hooked over the top rope preventing his body from being torn away from the ropes no matter how hard Doc tugs. To resolve this Doc drives his left shoulder forward into the chest of The Jackrabbit and effectively knocks the air out of his lungs, and a second later it allows Holloway to irish whip The Jackrabbit off the ropes. It takes every fiber in his being to remain on his feet as he traverses across the ring, and The Jackrabbit cannot muster up enough energy to turn himself around; running chest-first into the ropes. His balance is instantly thrown off as he staggers backwards right into a reverse waist lock from his opponent, which snaps him back to reality. Firing an elbow back into the face of Doc is the first course of action for The Jackrabbit, the second is bringing his hands down to the wrists of his opponent's; which are situated right in front of his waist. For a second Jackrabbit actually manages to pry apart Holloway's hands but is unable to sustain it. Doc Holloway locks his hands together again, setting The Jackrabbit back in the reverse waist lock. Before he can pull any offensive move off The Jackrabbit worms his left arm down along his body and under Doc's left arm, which still is used to keep the waist lock applied. Jackrabbit is able to break away out of the reverse waist lock and doubles-back to wrap his arms around Holloway's midsection; securing his own reverse waist lock. Just when it seems like The Jackrabbit is on the right track Doc Holloway performs a standing switch and easily dips around behind his opponent's back to engage him in what else but another reverse waist lock. No longer content with playing around Holloway pops his hips and dumps The Jackrabbit onto the back of his head and neck with a release german suplex, folding The Jackrabbit up like a book. Clutching both of his forearms up around his head Jackrabbit rolls onto his left side while his opponent simply sits himself up and wipes his sweat drenched hair from his face. Holloway moves off his rear and gets up on his feet, and is quick to move towards the head of his fallen opponent; securing his hands on either side of The Jackrabbit's head. Just as fast as he grabbed The Jackrabbit, Doc pulls him up to his feet and flings his opponent face-first into one of the cage walls. Greatly stunned Jackrabbit somehow manages to stay on his feet and is cupped around the back of his head by Doc Holloway, only to be once again sent into the same cage panel. His body and face bounce off the steel and it propels Jackrabbit into a staggering backpedal that results in him being wrapped around the waist from both arms of his opponent. Before he even knows it The Jackrabbit is lifted into the air and dropped flush upon his head and neck with a high angle back drop. Snapping upright Doc Holloway never breaks his line of sight on The Jackrabbit as he takes a step back, giving his opponent time and space to return to his feet under his own power. By his own efforts alone The Jackrabbit shows no signs of giving up and pushes himself up to his hands and knees as he starts the process of crawling towards the ropes. He is stopped short when Doc sits down upon Jackrabbit's back and interlocks his hands together across the mouth of his opponent; pulling back in a camel clutch position, trying to do more damage to the afflicted parts of The Jackrabbit's anatomy. The camera zooms in on The Jackrabbit's partially obstructed face, his eyes seen being wide open looking for the nearest escape route from this hold. Using the strength in his arms and hands The Jackrabbit pushes his upper body off the canvas and starts crawling towards the ropes. Doc seems content to put all of his efforts into the camel clutch and doesn't bother fighting off the attempts by his opponent to make it to the ropes; and when The Jackrabbit snatches a hold of the bottom rope Holloway actually releases the submission without the prodding of the referee. Backing off into the middle of the squared circle Doc stands, waits and watches his opponent use the ropes to pull himself back into a standing position. A few seconds later Jackrabbit achieves this and straightens his spine, still holding onto the ropes with his back to his opponent. On wobbling legs he turns himself around and narrowly avoids a right haymaker from Doc Holloway, ducking under Doc's right arm and pulling himself behind his opponent waiting for him to turn around. The moment Holloway does The Jackrabbit goes on the offensive, snapping a combination of alternating left jabs and right hands to the face of Doc. The crowd starts to get behind the new found fight that The Jackrabbit is bringing to his opponent and when he tries to cap it off with an exclamation point of a swinging right elbow the fans cheer outloud when he makes contact. Energized by the slow turning of the tides The Jackrabbit gently heads off the ropes as to not make contact with the cage, and builds up speed as he heads straight back to Holloway. Upon his return The Jackrabbit is decimated by a discus clothesline from Doc Holloway that sends his opponent over onto his stomach following a backflip due to the impact on his chest. The air is sucked out of the Consol Energy Center with that devastating move that leaves Doc and Jackrabbit on the mat, side-by-side for a few seconds. Nick Burst - I know The Jackrabbit just got back from injury, but suffering a move like that will send him right back to the bench. Bobby Shavonie - And just when it looked like The Jackrabbit was finally taking control over Doc Holloway, too. Nick Burst - Momentum is the name of the game, and Jackrabbit has been fighting his ass off. Doc's just a step ahead of him, though. Bobby Shavonie - I find it so hard to believe that they'll be able to put these differences aside in just nine days. Nick Burst - Maybe they will, maybe they won't. One thing I know for certain is that they won't be walking into Altitude O physically unscathed. It's also promising that neither man has really used the cage to their advantage. Again it is Doc Holloway who stirs to his feet first, briefly putting his hands on his knees to catch his breath; all while watching every movement his future tag team partner makes in his attempts to get off his stomach. Just as it looks like The Jackrabbit is about to return to his feet he ends up being the recipient of a right knee drop to the small of his back; where it remains as Doc Holloway uses both hands to pull his opponent's head to the sky. The modified bow and arrow submission does what Holloway intends it to, which is not only further damaging the neck area of The Jackrabbit; but also keeps him down on the mat, which seems to be a reoccurring theme. OWF Official Calvin Mills again returns to his knees to kneel in front of Jackrabbit, asking him if he wants to submit. There is no quit in The Jackrabbit and waves his hands in protest, keeping his eyes open to look for any way out of the move. As soon as he makes his first movements along his stomach Doc gives up the submission and stands up, laying a stiff boot right between the shoulder blades of Jackrabbit briefly flattening him on his stomach once again. Getting a jump start on The Jackrabbit's return to his feet Holloway scoops his opponent around his head and neck, trapping him in a front face lock. Leading Jackrabbit up to his feet Doc sets him up for a vertical suplex and manages to lift him up into the air, with Jackrabbit's legs just a few feet away from making contact with the top of the cage. Rather quickly The Jackrabbit gracefully wiggles free from the suplex and lands back on his feet right in front of Doc. He strikes with an open handed slap, followed by a second and then The Jackrabbit pauses to lift his arms up and wiggle his fingers in the air as he prepares for the third strike of the series. Interrupted by a standing clothesline attempt from Holloway, The Jackrabbit has to dip down and pull himself up behind Doc; and when his opponent turns around, Jackrabbit levels Holloway with a third open handed slap. Having gained his second wind The Jackrabbit stands right up to his feet, plays to the crowd a bit, then turns his full attention down to Doc Holloway. Grabbing him with both hands Jackrabbit applies a front face lock and seems to be preparing for a DDT. In actuality he is looking to hit an impact DDT as he tries to lift the feet of Holloway off the mat. It doesn't work and Doc frees himself pretty easily and kicks Jackrabbit in the stomach for his efforts. Stepping to the side Doc hoists his opponent up into a sidewalk slam position, but falls to his left knee; bending his right, and dropping Jackrabbit back-first across his thigh. Just as he is about to secure a submission stretch from this position, the adrenaline of The Jackrabbit allows him to backflip off Doc's knee and plant his feet on the mat. He takes a step back as Doc Holloway moves up from his knee, trying to cut his opponent off at the pass; but ends up getting speared to his back by Jackrabbit, bringing the crowd to their feet. Both Doc and Jackrabbit are laid out on the mat, neither ready to make the next move. The fans remain on their feet, sensing the end is near for one of these two men. First to show signs of life is The Jackrabbit as he uses his hands and knees to get up to all fours, and starts slowly crawling towards one side of the ring. His opponent, Doc Holloway, takes the time to sit himself up on his behind; keeping his head on a swivel to locate Jackrabbit. When Holloway sees that The Jackrabbit is already up on his knees, using the ropes for balance, he pushes himself onward. The two men get back on there feet within seconds of one another, and Doc rushes at The Jackrabbit; trying to squash him against the side of the cage. Jackrabbit moves to his left and Holloway hits the ropes, but puts his hands up in time before his face hits the cage. After the close call Doc Holloway slowly turns himself around, which ends up being a big mistake as now it is The Jackrabbit running in towards him. Connecting with the big splash Jackrabbit is successful in smashing the back of his opponent's head into the cage, dazing him into a stumbling motion forward towards the center of the ring. Following a lifting knee to Doc's gut The Jackrabbit bends his opponent over and butterflies Holloway's arms behind his back. With a quick pop of his hips The Jackrabbit executes a double underhook suplex slamming Doc's back into the middle of the squared circle, and staying on the roll he has built up for himself. Pushing up to his feet once again The Jackrabbit moves out of sight of Doc Holloway, probably marking the first time during this bout that Holloway doesn't know where his opponent is. Hanging back Jackrabbit watches Doc Holloway struggle to get to his feet, and gets an idea to move in at this point. He ducks Doc's head between his legs and butterflies his arms behind his back, but this time instead of going for a double underhook suplex The Jackrabbit is setting up for a double underhook powerbomb. He actually manages to get one of Doc's feet off the mat but that is clearly not enough as Holloway spins out of the move and manages to stand himself upright; thrusting a big boot into Jackrabbit's face. Wasting absolutely no time Doc spins around on the spot, looking for a big discus clothesline, but The Jackrabbit ducks away and hops onto the side of the cage, clambering up the steel structure. Doc makes to cut off his escape, but The Jackrabbit puts a boot in his face, and another, forcing him back to the center of the ring. Shakily, he looks down at his groggy opponent, then back up at the roof of the cage. Rung by rung, he ascends. Nick Burst - Is that maniac climbing to the roof...? Bobby Shavonie - The Jackrabbit's putting his fear of heights aside for the sake of this match, Nick! The Jackrabbit climbs hand over hand across the roof of the enclosed cage, his feet dangling down now, 10 feet above Doc's head. Doc has regained his senses, just in time to look up and see The Jackrabbit come crashing down on top of him in a picture perfect Frog Splash from the top! Bobby Shavonie - Jackrabbit laying it all on the line! Nick Burst - That's gotta have been a 15 foot drop! Bobby Shavonie - Go for the cover Jackrabbit, this one's over! Both men are suffering the effects of the big move, prone on the mat, when suddenly the lights in the arena flicker out. Bobby Shavonie - Oh no, not this.. The lights come back up, and "The Enigma" Talon is stood in the centre of the ring, his arms stretched out to either side, lead piping clenched in each first. Nick Burst - And they thought this cage would keep this guy out. Bobby Shavonie - Looks like they thought wrong. Nick Burst - No shit, Sherlock. The Jackrabbit scurries to his knees, and shuffles towards his former ally. Talon rears back with the lead piping, preparing to strike, but Jackrabbit suddenly lunges forward, hugging at Talon's ankles, begging the man he called friend. The Jackrabbit - Please Tal, please, all of the pleases! We can still be friends, we can still be champeenos... Tal, Tal.. Talon approaches, dropping a piece of the lead piping and grabbing The Jackrabbit by the hair as Doc Holloway pulls himself to his feet. The Jackrabbit - Tal, don't do these mean things.. you're my bestest friend, I'm your bestest friend.. we can still.. we can still be FUSION! Talon looks like he's considering the option for only a moment, before swinging the lead piping for The Jackrabbit's skull! But The Jackrabbit scuttles forward on hands and knees, dodging the blow and making a sudden dash for safety. He is cut off by the steel still surrounding the ring, and instead begins to climb, ascending desperately to escape from Talon. The Enigma grabs him by the ankle, forcing him down to the mat, and swings his remaining piece of lead piping. The Jackrabbit rolls again, but Talon catches him with a solid kick in the ribs. The Jackrabbit doubles up in pain, and drags himself into the corner again. With no strength left, The Jackrabbit sags in the corner, bringing his hands up to feebly ward off the assault. The Jackrabbit - Tal....please... you're my bestest.... Talon winds up for a swing, lead piping rising high with the promise of shattering The Jackrabbit's skull- When a second piece of lead piping suddenly bars Talon's way. Doc Holloway holds the piece of piping to Talon's chest, having approached from behind. Now they stand side by side, their eyes boring into each other. The OWF Official was allowing all of this to happen, but is fed up and calls for the bell. Missy Janson - This match has been ruled a no contest! Bobby Shavonie - Mills is calling for the bell! Damnit! A great match ruined by Talon! Nick Burst - Hey, on the brightside, things are about to get even more messy than if this match was allowed to continue. Bobby Shavonie - How is that the brightside of Doc Holloway and The Jackrabbit's match being thrown out? Nick Burst - Well... I think... Oh shut up Bobby and just watch the ring. Eyes still locked, Talon begins to back away, as Doc angles himself between Talon and The Jackrabbit, the lead piping still held loose in his hand. For a long moment the two big men stare each other down. Out of nowhere the lights flicker once more. When they come back on, Talon is gone. Bobby Shavonie - How does he keep showing up and disappearing so fast? Nick Burst - Maybe you just blackout like I do when I go back to my hotel room after every show. Bobby Shavonie - I'm serious. It freaks me out. After a few seconds, Holloway turns toward The Jackrabbit, who begins to haul himself out of the corner. For a moment The Jackrabbit is dumbfounded, but he soon recovers, and throws himself at Holloway, his arms open wide. Bobby Shavonie - Is he... is he going for a hug? Holloway, his expression unchanged, points the lead piping at The Jackrabbit, warning him off. The Jackrabbit slowly gets the message, and backs off. Holloway turns and walks away, dropping the lead piping clattering to the mat. He gestures for the cage door to be opened, and exits the ring. Nick Burst - Probably a little too soon for that. Bobby Shavonie - At least they're on the same page now heading into the their match for the OWF Tag Team Championship at Rise or Fall, right? Nick Burst - Same page, yes. But Eva De La Cruz and Moxie Roxie are same page, same sentence. There are still paragraphs between The Jackrabbit and Doc Holloway. Bobby Shavonie - But maybe Moxie and Eva won't be that close after their World Title Match earlier on in the Pay Per View. It's almost certain that they'll be walking into the Altitude O Match at a disadvantage just because they are double booked. Doc Holloway walks up the ramp and takes one last look back at the ring as The Jackrabbit peeks his head through the open cage door, about to make his exit. Holloway decides against whatever he was thinking and continues towards the stage, eventually disappearing backstage as The Jackrabbit stands at ringside a little flustered. Nick Burst - There's no telling what will happen, and that's why these fuckers at home have to buy the Pay Per View to see what happens. Bobby Shavonie - Nice up-sell there, Nick. Nick Burst - Thanks. I was a used car salesman in a past life. I was also Benjamin Franklin, in case you didn't know. SO YOU'RE WELCOME, YA KNOW, FOR THE ELECTRICITY HERE TONIGHT! Bobby Shavonie - And with Nick's absurd drunkeness, it is time to call it a night. Thank you all for joining us, and we will see you in just nine days for OWF Rise or Fall; LIVE on Pay Per View from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Say goodnight, Nick. Nick Burst - Oh no, Philly. That means... Uncle Bo may be there. Bobby Shavonie - Uncle Bo? Nick Burst - You'll see. You'll aaaaaaaall see. Bobby Shavonie - You're drunk. Nick Burst - Yep. Bobby Shavonie - And need a ride back to the hotel. Nick Burst - Sure do. Bobby Shavonie - So say goodnight, Nick. Nick Burst - Goodnight dick! Bobby Shavonie - Ugh. The camera fixated on The Jackrabbit as he heads up the ramp ends up being worthy enough to be the last shot of the evening as the OWF logo comes onto the screen; preceding a stark and harsh fade to black to end the transmission.