OWF PRESENTS

SUNDAY
THROWDOWN

PA System - NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER!

"Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste" by Norma Jean hits the speakers as the fans all jump up to their feet. We cut to the announcers booth as the music continues with the fans giving a very mixed reaction.

Falcoon - AHOOOO and Welcome to a very special edition of Sunday Throwdown.

Dunn - Ugh, I dunno if I can do this...

Falcoon - Why?

Garrett Greene - Is it because I'm here?

Dunn - Yes!....No, because of what happened a week ago.

Falcoon - Well, we do have somethings to inform you...One, I'm sure the World Champion will be addressing right now...The second is we are joined by Garrett Greene for this special event.

Greene - That is right! It's my time to shine!

Dunn - Shut up!

Jesse Williams walks out from the back with a slight limp and the OWF World Title over his shoulder. The mixed reaction continues as he quickly walks down the steel ramp, ignoring the fans and heading towards the ring.

Falcoon - You gotta be wondering what he's thinking.

Greene - Well Gordie, seems like he's here to speak his mind.

Dunn - Ugh, I'm about to quit.

Falcoon - You can't.

Dunn - Damnit.

Jesse slides under the bottom rope and walks to the middle of the ring. His music fades out as he pulls a microphone from his front pocket. The fans get quiet, listening in on what he has to say.

Jesse Williams - One week ago was one of those nights that people will remember forever. It will be a night that people will look back upon and say that was one hell of a night. I lost in the Finals and I was fine with that. I was thrown against that mother fucking asshole Angel and I walked out with his belt.

The fans boo.

Williams - You know, I figured everyone would think I did it on purpose. I just had a feeling all signs would point to me wanting Angel out of the equation. He cost me this belt the last time I had it. He constantly attacked me and berated me. And you know what, I was fine with it. I had no problem dealing with him one on one. But, when he went after my godson, that was it folks.

The fans remain silent as he pauses.

Williams - I'm not out here to win anyone over and to tell my side of the story. I'm telling you that if you ask me did I do it on purpose, I will never give you an answer because it wasn't me up there. It was a whole different person that I have never come across before. You all can believe what you fucking want, but I am not sorry for what I did to Angel and if it happened again, I wouldn't be sorry. He tried to take everything from me....

Jesse pauses again.

Williams - And in the end, I took everything from him.

The fans give a mixed reaction.

Williams - And now, I am a five time OWF World Champion.

He pauses as the fans finally give up their stance and begin to cheer Jesse loudly.

Falcoon - I still don't know guys. It looks pretty malicious.

Greene - But Angel stapled Jesse's fingers while he was hanging off the edge of the Tower of Death.

Dunn - That was definitely more deliberate than a botched powerbomb.

Falcoon - But did he even botch it? He was near the edge the whole time he was picking Angel up.

Jesse paces around the ring, still holding the World Title over his shoulder while the fans continue to get more and more behind him.

Williams - Whether you love it, or you hate it...I am on top. I went through the biggest names in this federation to get where I am today. Now, I am going to have the World Title reign that I set out to have in the four previous times I have held this championship. Now, saying that-

Just then, "The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits the PA System and the fans immediately pour out a chorus of boos.

Falcoon - Well, the President has decided to make his way out here.

Greene - CJ! Over here! Hey guy!

Dunn - God damnit, I will kill him, I swear.

President Chase Johnson walks out from the back with a microphone in hand as he trots down the ramp, taking in all the boos from the crowd. He keeps his eyes locked on Jesse in the ring as CJ walks up the steel steps and into the ring. He stares down Jesse before calling for his music to cut.

Prez CJ - First off, let me welcome you all to a very special Sunday Throwdown!

The fans cheer.

Prez CJ - I was sitting in the back, listening to our World Champion talking about everything he went through and all this other crap and I just had to come out here.

He turns to face Jesse.

Prez CJ - Jesse, why are you lying to these fans? You know that the american public just wants the truth. If you just came out here and said you were aiming to end Angel's career or his life, these guys might respect you more. Hell, I would probably respect you a lot more.

Williams - What the fuck do you know about the truth, Chase?

Williams takes a step forward, to which CJ takes a step back.

Williams - The truth is about as good as the person who gives it.

Prez CJ - And what of the World Title? You said you didn't even want it, yet you claimed it for yourself.

Jesse smirks before sliding the belt off his shoulder and letting it fall to the mat.

Williams - I was telling the truth. That piece of gold that sits on this mat right now means the world to me, and it always has. Just because I am holding it now doesn't mean I want to be the champion. I was perfectly fine being a man who stays away from championships. It wasn't my choice to be in the Triple Crown Title Match, and it wasn't my goal once I was in that match against Angel to win the Triple Crown from him.

Prez CJ - Exactly, you meant to hurt him.

The fans get silent as CJ catches Williams.

Williams - No...Well, Yes...I wanted to hurt him.

Prez CJ - There you go.

Williams - I wanted to tear him apart. And you know what?

Prez CJ - What's that?

Jesse steps forward again, with CJ once more taking a step backwards.

Williams - I didn't get to do it. It wasn't me up there.

Prez CJ - Oh yeah, sure. Well, say what you want...you're the Champion. Congratulations on your fifth reign that you really didn't even win.

CJ drops the microphone and leaves Williams in the ring. He exits without looking back while Williams' eyes are locked firmly on Chase as he walks up the ramp. Jesse picks up the World Title and leaves speechless, as do the fans.

Falcoon - I don't know who to believe.

Greene - I'm with CJ on this one guys.

Dunn - I gotta agree with Garrett.

Falcoon - I guess we'll never really know. Only one person knows for sure and that is Jesse Williams.

Greene - Who I thought was going to lose a lot of fans, but most have stayed loyal.

We cut to the back where we see Jesse Williams walking around backstage after exiting from ringside. He walks with a purpose back towards his locker room. Jesse kicks open the door to find Vacant, still physically beaten, sitting on his couch watching Jesse walk through the halls on the television.

Vacant - Hey Jesse!

Williams drops his World Title on the ground and sits down on the couch next to Vacant.

Williams - What's going on, kiddo? How you feeling?

Vacant - Better. Just saw the whole fiasco on television.

Williams - Was I that bad?

Vacant - No no. CJ is just a dick.

Vacant turns off the television and looks at Jesse.

Vacant - Listen Jesse, my card is coming up and I figure I should give you the option of who you want to face when you defend the World Title.

Williams - I figured you'd have me in a match. I really don't care. Pick anyone you'd like.

Vacant - Oh come on, there has to be someone you want to kick the hell out of.

Jesse sits silently for a bit.

Williams - Nope.

Vacant - Get back to me by the end of the night, otherwise I'll pick randomly.

Just then, Chris Green bursts into Jesse's locker room.

Williams - God damnit...

Williams pushes himself up slowly and prepares for a fight. Vacant attempts to stand up but Williams pushes him back down onto the couch.

Williams - Stay there.

Green smiles widely.

Williams - What do you want?

Chris Green - You know what I want...I want to come here and congratulate the NEW CHAMPION!

Green looks at the World Title which lays on the floor.

Green - And I came to say that you both know I'm the right guy to challenge you Jesse.

Williams - Get the hell out of here.

Green - Alright! Alright! Just know either way, that belt will be mine.

Green exits and Jesse sits back down as the door slams shut.

Vacant - How about him?

Williams - He's not worth it.

The scene cuts back to the announcers.

Falcoon - So, Jesse will be defending the World Title next week.

Greene - I wonder against who!

Dunn - Well either way, it's finally time for the first match...

Uncle Bo - YOOOOOO!

Falcoon - Oh god damnit!

Uncle Bo stands up, holding the microphone.

Uncle Bo - WHADYYDYYAA OWF!

The fans cheer, for no reason.

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Valtiel's music hits the speakers and he walks out from the back. The fans give him a mixed reaction as he slowly walks down the ramp. He slides under the bottom rope and into the ring before retreating into his corner as his music fades.

Uncle Bo - And his ropedonut, may kinghis OWF daybyuoo...JASON BLOOD!

Jason Blood's music hits and the fans all get to their feet as he walks out from the back. He holds arms high in the air as he begins to walk down the ramp. The fans give him a warm reception for his OWF debut match. He slides under the bottom rope and gets ready for the match as his music fades out.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Falcoon - Remember folks, the winner of this match gets to pick one partner for the Three Man Tag Team Tournament.

Jason Blood starts off right away by going at Valtiel. Blood starts off with rights and lefts tha connect with Valtiel, but quickly the tables turn and Valtiel presses Jason Blood up against the ropes. He hits him with a few hard right knees before irish whipping him across the ring. When Jason runs back, he ducks a lariat attempt by Valtiel and nails a falling neckbreaker. He hops right back up, waiting for Valtiel.

Greene - Jason Blood looks great.

Valtiel staggers to his feet and is able to avoid a kick by Blood. Valtiel knocks Jason down with a lariat, but Blood hops right back up. Valtiel takes him down with another clothesline, but Blood pops up again. This time, Valtiel runs at Blood and nails a lifting knee that flips him over onto his back in the middle of the ring. Valtiel makes a quick cover...1...2...kickout by Blood. Valtiel grabs Jason and drags him up to his feet where he presses him up into the corner. He strikes away at the midsection of Jason Blood before lifting him up to a sitting position on the top turnbuckle. Valtiel attempts to climb up, but Blood kicks him right back down. He hops off the turnbuckle and walks towards Valtiel.

Dunn - He was going for the big move, but Blood is too much of a veteran.

Valtiel hops up and immediately gets hit with a hard right hand by Jason Blood. He falls up against the ropes and bounces back only to be hit with a left jab this time. He falls into the ropes again and bounces out, to be hit with a belly to belly suplex by Blood who hooks his leg and makes the cover...1...2...kickout!

Greene - That was a close call!

Blood pulls Valtiel up and irish whips him towards the ropes. Valtiel grabs a hold of Jason's arm and reverses it, sending Blood into the ropes. Valtiel bends over, looking for a back body drop but Blood stops himself in time. He nails a forearm strike across the back of Valtiel and tucks his head between his legs. He lifts him up and nails a sitout powerbomb. The referee slides in for the count...1...2...3!

Uncle Bo - Da weiner of dismatch.....JASON BLOOOOOD!

Backstage, we see Shyne storming around. He pushes the door of President Chase Johnson's office and enters. He approaches CJ who seems surprised to see Shyne. Two large men stand before Shyne who intimidate him immediately.

Prez CJ - Can I help you?

Shyne - You sure can. I don't want in this Three Man Tag Team Tournament Bullshit. I won't fight Amaru. So, remove me or count me as a no show.

Prez CJ - Whoa, chill out. Amaru hasn't even showed up so the match is cancelled anyways. If you don't want in the Three Man Tag Tourney, that's fine. But you better figure out something to do with yourself before you come back here and start demanding shit. Now get the hell out of my office.

CJ looks away as Shyne turns and storms out. Once he leaves, he glances back up at the two big men.

Prez CJ - Well boys, it was pleasure doing business with you. We look forward to your participation in the future OWF cards.

Thug 1 - Yeah...We want those tag titles.

Thug 2 - We're going to take them.

Prez CJ - Oh, I'm sure of it boys. Thats why I have you hired.

Thug 2 - Good.

Thug 1 - When's our first match?

Prez CJ - We'll have to see about that one. But soon enough. I'll unleash you both upon the federation.

The camera feed cuts to a soda machine backstage where Jesse Williams is standing alone. From behind, Shyne comes up and pats him on the back.

Shyne - Hey buddy. Great showing at QFTB.

Jesse Williams - Wish I could say the same for you.

Shyne - Yeah, well...You know, I think you and I are in the same boat.

Jesse turns around to face Shyne.

Williams - How so?

Shyne - Well let's be honest, J-Will. You did not give it your all in that Iron Man Match. In fact, you counted the times you could have executed falls. You threw your match against Vacant. And so did I.

Williams - I didn't throw the match!

Shyne - Sure, but you know what? I think the fans would love to hear my side of the story right about now. How you threw your match.

Shyne turns and goes to walk away.

Shyne - Then again, you could give me a shot at the World Title by putting in a good word with Vacant!

Williams stands looking at Shyne as he walks away. The cameras cut back to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - Blackmail at it's finest!

Greene - Hey that's racist!

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Stonze's music hits and he walks out from the back. He struts onto the ramp, with the OWF Blood Tag Team Title over his shoulder. He looks down at the ring and begins his slow walk down the ramp, taking in the reaction of the crowd.

Falcoon - Stonze looks cocky tonight.

Greene - He has been picking up impressive victories.

He takes the Tag Title off his shoulder as he gets down to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope, and quickly stands up holding the Tag Title high in the air. The fans boo him before he hands it to the referee and his music fades out.

Uncle Bo - And his ropedonut, from Tore on toe, Canadia...PLAGUE!

"Down With The Sickness" by Disturbed hits the PA System and Plague walks out from the back. He slowly trots down the ramp, getting ready for the match in his jog before sliding under the bottom rope. His music fades out as he stands up and gets ready for the match.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Plague runs at Stonze, he ducks a clothesline attempt and rolls up Plague with a school boy. The referee slides into place...1...2...3!

Uncle Bo - Da weiner of dismatch.....STONZE!

Dunn - Squash!

Falcoon - Well folks, looks like Stonze and Jason Blood both get to pick one their partners to team with at Determined!

Greene - I'm looking forward to seeing next weeks card!

Falcoon - Folks we're out of time. Thank you for watching!