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A video recorded earlier is shown, with the cameras filming the security checkpoint at the US Airways Center wrestler entrance. The flow of incoming traffic is light, with three guards sitting around looking bored as hell. A figure is seen walking up to the checkpoint, and handing his credentials to the security guard. Security Guard - Wait here please... The security guard steps back, talking into his radio. Security Guard - Hey, someone tell CJ that.. Prez CJ - Someone tell CJ what? President Chase Johnson walks into view of the camera, as the figure is still unidentifiable in the distance. Security Guard - You told us to tell you when certain people got here. Prez CJ - So, where's Vacant then? Security Guard - Vacant hasn't arrived. Prez CJ - Hmm, okay. What about DK? He show his face? Security Guard - Actually, no. The man was... Prez CJ - Let me guess...Josh Allen got in. Security Guard - No... He will not be let in. Prez CJ - Harker, Kefka, Filthy Rich, Mercy Darkfyre and Declan Eshott? Security Guard - Who? What? Where? When? and Why? Prez CJ - And sometimes how? Security Guard - Never how. Prez CJ - ........Cokekid? Security Guard - Sir... Prez CJ - I give up. The figure steps into the light, showing himself to be X-Terminator. He holds his bag over his shoulder, staring CJ right in his eyes. Prez CJ - X-T! It's good to see you here. You were totally my next guess. X-Terminator - Spare me the bullshit, okay. CJ stares at X-Terminator blindly. X-Terminator - You know I am only here because you threatened a lawsuit. You don't want me here. Prez CJ - No, I do-- X-Terminator - What I did I say about bullshit and you sparing me of it? Chase remains silent, but X-Terminator seems fed up. The silence is thick enough to cut with a knife as the two men stare at each other. Prez CJ - Listen, I'll cut to the chase then...I just came here to make sure you were going to give your all in this match tonight. I don't want to see you hand the belts to NLW just because of a problem you have with me. X-T laughs. X-Terminator - That's the thing, I don't just have a problem with you. I have a problem with everything that stinks of OWF. But, I can promise you one thing... Prez CJ - What's that? X-Terminator - That tonight, during the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Titles Match...You will get my maximum effort. CJ smiles and nods, turning to leave X-Terminator to head to his locker room after checking in through security.
The cameras open up backstage, fixated upon a door reading the name "Vacant". The fans in the arena are viewing the feed on the OWF Tron and can be heard cheering loudly as the camera slowly zooms out. Standing next to the door, is the OWF World Champion Jesse Williams who looks hesitant to approach the door. He extends his closed fist, looking to knock- but pulls his hand back at the last second. He glances down at the floor, when suddenly the door swings open- sending Jesse's eyes back upwards. Jesse Williams - Drake? Drake Munday exits the room, stopping as the door shuts behind him and look at Jesse. Drake Munday - Hey Jesse. Jesse Williams - What the fuck were you doing in Nick's locker room? Drake Munday - Uh, I came to say hi...But, he's not here yet. Drake looks around awkwardly as Jesse continues staring right at him. Drake Munday - What! Do I have a booger? Jesse Williams - You hang out with Specter, so you can't be trusted. Drake takes a step back before bolting down the hallway. Williams opens the locker room door, making sure nothing is out of order. Jesse closes the door and turns his back, heading back in the direction from where he came.
An explosion of pyrotechnics shoot off from the stage and the OWF Tron as the Live Feed kicks in to the Sold Out US Airways Center in Phoenix, Arizona -- which is left completely dark with all the lights off in the arena. The fans can be seen getting extremely rowdy -- but their cheers are deafened by the sound of the loud explosions from the fireworks still shooting off brown and yellow bursts of sparks into the rafters. Finally they subside, as a video package begins to play on the OWF Tron and the house lights begin to come back up -- with a few brown and orange spotlights shining over the crowd. The fans can now be heard shaking the arena to its foundation with their cheers. Inside of the ring, the cameras pick up the setup for the Cereal Killer Match which is first on the schedule for the night. The cameras continue to pan around the different sections of the crowd, with fans trying to gain exposure for either their faces or their signs. A chant of "O-W-F! O-W-F!" that broke out only in a few separate sections of the crowd, now picks up full force as the entire arena is showing their support to the federation. Falcoon - AAAAAHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Greene - HEY! I'm here! Dunn - Kill me now. Falcoon - Maybe later, but firstly let me Welcome everyone at home to OWF SHIT HAPPENS! Greene - Geez Gordie, are you on drugs? Falcoon - No. Greene - It's okay, you can tell me. I won't tell a soul. Dunn - We're on a live broadcast, asshole. Greene - Oh yeah. As the spotlights dim out, the house lights come back up to full power -- with a thick haze of fog hanging above the heads of the fans. The camera feed cuts to a shot of the announcers booth, showing Gordie Falcoon, James Dunn and the temporary replacement for Jackie Kissens in OWF Reporter Garrett Greene. All three men are dressed up in suits, and all have their eyes set in front of them at the camera focused on them. Falcoon - And what a live broadcast it will be. Dunn - Hopefully. Falcoon - We get to see Vacant get his rematch against Specter. Greene - And our Main Event is a Triple Threat Match for the OWF World Championship between Jesse Williams, JC and Jared Wave. Dunn - I'm more excited to see the Tag Match, and if Steel can keep one of the titles in OWF. Greene - I wouldn't doubt that we could end up seeing El Plaga take those belts to NLW. Falcoon - All we can do is...pull for Trent Steel. Dunn - Ugh, terrible. Falcoon - I know. After a few seconds fixated on the announcers booth, it pans to the right -- picking up a quick glance of the ring, which has a wooden table with two large salad bowls sitting on top the face of it. There are two chairs infront of the desk, and boxes upon boxes of Golden Grahams cereal stored under the table. Two gallon jugs of whole Milk sit next to each dish, adjacent to big wooden spoons that lay upon the table as well. From outside the ring, Missy Janson is seen standing up next to the ring announcers booth and pulling a microphone from the time keepers table as she steps away from the steel chair she was sitting in. Dunn - No, I don't want to watch this next match. Falcoon - It's only the first of the night! Dunn - Someone is going to puke, and I don't want to stick around to see who. Missy approaches the steel steps in the corner, and skips up onto the outside ring apron. She enters the ring and backs into the nearest corner, as the table with the cereal items is placed in the absolute center of the squared circle. Greene - I predict puking within ten minutes! Dunn - Why do I have to call this match? Falcoon - It's your job! Missy lifts the microphone up to her mouth, and begins her announcements over the cheering fans. Missy Janson - Good Evening ladies and gentlemen, and WELCOME to OWF SHIT HAPPENS! The crowd explodes, extremely excited to get the show on the road. Sensing the impatience from the rowdy crowd, Missy speaks over their cheers which take a while to fully dissapate. Missy Janson - The first match of the night is a Cereal Killer Match. There are three rounds to this match, the first two of which are timed. The first round will be fifteen minutes long, under Iron Man Match Rules. Dunn - Wait, they're gonna fight with the table in the way? Falcoon - Seems like it. Greene - How will Greg focus with all that cereal? Missy Janson - At the end of the fifteen minutes, the amount of falls secured upon a superstar will determine how many full-salad bowls of Cereal they will be forced to eat in the Second Round. The second round will last ten minutes, and all cereal must be finished before the time limit is reached. The third and final round will not be timed, and will be fought under Normal Rules. The first superstar to secure a pinfall or submission in the third round will win the match. Any vomitting after the Second Round will result in a Disqualification. The fans sit silently, while Missy takes in a very deep breath. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from East Brunswick, New Jersey... Skotty Surph! "Finnigan Froth" by Mephiskapheles hits as the arena goes dark. After 9 seconds sparks shoot up on either side of the entrance and Skotty Surph is shaking his arms, then throws them in the air with his pointer fingers extended. He then runs down the ramp and dives into the ring. After jumping to his feet he circles once again holding up the number one with his arms. Dunn - Time for Skotty's revenge. Falcoon - Greg has gotten the upper hand in this cereal war. Greene - And now is judgment day. Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California... Greg Jackson! PA System - Diamonds are forever... "Diamonds from Sierra Leone" by Kanye West begins to play softly as gold sparks begin to shimmer down at the entry way. They won't leave in the night, The song continues to play as still images of a wrestler with blue tint on the screen play. "BlackJack" flashes between each shot. Foooooorrrrrrreeeeeeeevvvvvvvverrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... Just then, the song cuts out and the lights do as well, leaving everyone in darkness. The music comes back in, blaring over the speakers as Greg Jackson comes out on to the ramp. The fans are going crazy as Greg looks down the ramp at Jason Chase in the ring. He ignores the fans as he continues down to the ring, ignoring the outstretched hands along the way. When he gets to the ring, he climbs up the apron and then pulls himself through the ropes into the ring. Greg walks over to the turnbuckle leans his back up against it, looking acros the table at Skotty as Missy turns and exits through the ropes. The referee calls for the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) 15:00 Greg runs and charges over the table, tackling Skotty to the mat. He begins to wail away at his face with closed fists, from both his right and left hands. Greg continues beating upon Skotty, only letting up when he grabs a fistful of Skotty's hair and drags him up to his feet. Jackson tosses Skotty across the wooden table, knocking all of the items on top of it to the mat as the table tips onto its side. Skotty crashes down onto one of the salad bowls, and instinctively rolls up to his feet. Both men approach one another, with Surph attempting a right hook -- but Greg blocks it with his left forearm, and nails Skotty with a right jab directly to the throat. This double overs Skotty, and allows Greg to bring a swift shin kick up across the chest of Surph -- standing him right back up, only lunge at him and obliterate Surph with a devastating clothesline that sends Skotty flipping down to the mat. Falcoon - Greg means serious business. Dunn - Did you just say cereal business? Falcoon - I said serious. Greg pushes himself off of the mat, where he landed from his momentum and he watches as Skotty begins pulling himself up to his knees. Jackson turns, grabbing a hold of the handle of one of the plastic milk jugs on the mat. He lifts it up and swing it full force at Skotty, connecting with the gallon jug and sending milk exploding from the destroyed plastic container. 10:19 Greene - That milk is going to mess up this match even further. Jackson discards the plastic jug, reaching down and grabbing Skotty's now milk-soaked hair. He drags him up to his feet, only to send him right down to the milk covered mat with a european uppercut across his chest. Jackson wastes little time, grabbing a hold of Skotty by his arm and leaning his back up against the nearest set of ropes. With a hold around Skotty's wrist, Jackson irish whips Surph across the ring. Skotty turns, bouncing back first off of the ropes and returning at Greg in a full spring. Surph extends his arm outwards, looking for a clothesline but Greg telegraphs it and ducks underneath. He stops his progression right behind Skotty, who stumbles around after the momentum of his failed clothesline carries him a step forward in the opposite direction. Once facing Jackson, Surph is cracked upon the jaw with a Superkick from Greg -- knocking him flat to his back. Dunn - What a kick from Greg. Falcoon - Skotty has just been one step behind through the duration of this match. Instead of looking for the pin, Greg lifts the lifeless body of Skotty Surph from a puddle of milk and shoves him backwards into the corner. Skotty gets hung up on the top rope as Greg charges in with a head full of steam. As he reaches Surph, Skotty kicks his legs up and his boots connect directly with the face of Jackson who stumbles back into the center of the ring. Greene - Nice counter by Surph. 05:33 Skotty bursts out of the corner, running at Greg who continues backpeddling. Surph runs into Greg -- who wraps his arms around Skotty's torso and flings him over his head with a release belly to belly suplex. Surph cracks his head on the side of the fallen table, then collapses to his back on the mat. Greg quickly scurries across the mat, treading through milk and hooking the leg of Surph -- while the referee drops into place to make the count...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Greg Jackson has secured a pinfall! Falcoon - Finally! Dunn - He really could have done this at any point. Greg pulls himself off of Skotty and stands up, waiting for Surph to stand up once more. Greg positions himself in the blind spot of Skotty Surph, who flails his arms as he begins to pull himself up -- with his back to Greg Jackson. While on his knees Surph extends both hands and grabs a hold of the ropes, using them to pull himself back up to his feet. Greg remains patient, watching Skotty muster himself back up to a standing position while leaning on the top rope. Greene - Turn around Skotty! Surph slowly pushes himself off of the ropes, and is met by another Superkick which lays him out flat once more. 02:46 Dunn - Nice advice, Garrett. Greg falls to his knees, laying across the chest of Surph as the referee drops in and makes the count...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Greg Jackson has secured a second pinfall! Jackson sees that the clock is nearing two minutes, so he walks towards the boxes of cereal in the middle of the ring and lifts one up. Skotty sees this out of the corner of his eye, and finally gains his second wind. He begins pushing himself up from the mat, looking enraged as Greg looks to open up one of the boxes. Dunn - Uh oh, Greg. Surph approaches very slowly, while Jackson begins to backpeddle with the box still in his grasp. Falcoon - Drop the cereal, Greg! Jackson backs up all the way against the ropes, with nowhere else to go. Skotty begins to corner him as Greg tosses the cereal box at Surph's head. Skotty catches the box infront of his face, looking content to have the cereal -- when the box is torn to shreds as Jackson unleashes a third Superkick, this time through the cereal box before he connects with Surph's jaw. Greene - What a move by Greg. He played Skotty for a fool! Greg looks up at the clock, which only has ten seconds remaining on it -- then looks down at Skotty who is being checked on by the referee. Greg steps back into the corner, leaning up against the turnbuckles as time runs out. 00:00 Missy Janson - The first round has ended with Greg Jackson securing two falls. Skotty will now have ten minutes to eat two bowls of cereal. The referee rolls the wooden table back onto it's legs, picking up one of the salad bowls and laying it flat upon the table. Skotty Surph isn't moving on the mat, as Greg stares down at him. The referee goes to check on Skotty, then walks towards Greg -- before exiting the ring and heading to Missy. Dunn - What is this all about? Falcoon - I can't pick up what he is saying. The referee waives his arms and the bell sounds -- much to the disappointment of the fans. Greene - Well looks like the match is over. Missy Janson picks up the microphone off the time keepers table as she makes her way up to her feet. Falcoon - Lets head to Missy for the final call. Missy Janson - Skotty Surph is unable to continue with the match -- therefore the winner of the Cereal Killer Match is... GREGGG JAAACKSON! Dunn - Well that was a jip. Falcoon - But Greg is making a name for himself in matches including outside elements. Greene - Battle of the Bands, Dildo on a Pole, Cereal Killer -- he's moving up in the world. Greg has his hand held up as EMT's rush to the ring, rolling Skotty out of the ring to give him treatment. Instead of leaving the ring as well, Greg heads towards the side of the ring nearest to the announcers and calls for the microphone that Missy holds in her hand. She gracefully walks to the ring, handing the mic through the ropes into the protruding hand of Jackson -- who walks over towards the table and seats himself into one of the steel chairs that remains standing. Skotty is placed onto a gurney and the EMT's begin wheeling him out. Greg Jackson - Hey! Where are you going? You're not going to join me in a celebratory bowl of Golden Grahams? The fans laugh a bit as Greg grabs a box, and rips the top open -- pouring a full bowl into the salad bowl that was set up for Skotty. After dumping the entire contents of the box into the bowl, Greg grabs the unopened jug of Milk off of the mat and pours a decent amount over the cereal. Greg Jackson - Fine! Screw you, more for me then! Greg begins digging in, as a few ring technicans begin heading down to clean up the mess. Greg Jackson - Hey, what the hell! You can't take my Grahams! Jackson pulls himself from the chair, lifting the salad bowl full of cereal with him into a cradled position in his right elbow. He reaches under the table, grabbing as many boxes of cereal as he can before he heads for the ropes. Exiting the ring, he spills some cereal and drops a few boxes -- but is able to get to the ramp, where he drops the microphone and turns to head backstage and enjoy the spoils of war. Falcoon - Greg deserves all that cereal. Dunn - He's going to be sugar high after this. Greene - Then we should all really look out. From the shot of ringside, with a few janitors cleaning up setup in the ring for the Cereal Killer Match -- the feed cuts backstage. The cameras pick up Jared Wave, who is seen backstage stretching himself out. The fans cheer loudly as the camera paces back and forth, catching all of Wave's move. Voice - Hey Jared... Jared turns around, only to be met with a tremendous big boot right to the jaw. His head snaps back as he leaves his feet, cracking his skull against the concrete floor just a moment after impact. Blood begins to puddle under his head, as a set of boots step to the side of Wave's unconscious body. The camera pans upwards, revealing JC who has a look of rage upon his face -- with his cheeks a shade of bright red. A series of EMT's rush onto the screen, along with OWF security that pulls JC out of the area. The feed cuts back to a shot of the announcers booth at ringside. Falcoon - Wave may be concussed after that. Greene - JC with another unprovoked attack on an unsuspecting victim. Dunn - One has to wonder if this is going to hinder Wave in the Main Event. Falcoon - You have to wonder if he's even going to make it that far. Next to the announcers table, Missy Janson pushes herself up from her steel chair and lifts a microphone from the time keepers table. She heads for the steel ring steps in the nearest corner of the ring, ascending them with ease and making her way to the outside apron. In the instant she plants both feet onto the canvas, she extends her free hand and parts the middle rope downward away from the top -- stepping through the two, and into the ring. Dunn - We have a ways to worry about that. Greene - Yep. Missy got the cue to announce the second match of the night. Wasting little time, Missy skips to the middle of the squared circle and takes in the fans applause -- then shifts her body to face the live camera feed, and lifting the microphone up to her mouth with her right hand. Missy Janson - The next match up of the night is an Over-the-top-rope elimination, Fatal Four-Way -- with the last man standing receiving a shot at the OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship! Coming to the ring first, from Brooklyn, New York...Tommy "The Ox" Morella! Theme to the Godfather begins to play. Tommy comes walking slowly from the back. Cursing and fighting with the crowd all the way down. Once in the ring he backs into to the corner waiting for match to start. Falcoon - We just got word that the numbers of competitors has been cut drastically. Greene - I wonder why. Dunn - Who knows? Falcoon - Well, I guess this a mute question...Who you guys got in this one from the remaining four guys we just heard in our head sets. Dunn - I'm going with Munday. Greene - I think I may have to go with The Ox, he's got a good look. Falcoon - And I'm slighted towards Talon. Missy Janson - Out next to the ring, from Atlanta, Georgia...Raven Talon! "Falling Away From me" by Korn plays as the crowd reacts to him as he stand up from back in the crowd. He then walks through the crowd Their is a mixed response as he stands looking over the ring barrier for a split second before hopping the rail. As he steps forward he is followed by Mikey "The Shark" Austin who has with him his "M-TV" camera in hand. Raven Talon then steps out looking at the site of the crowd that was once Wrestlings Fanbase and is now what is just considered Wrestling Fans. Dunn - Speak of the devil. He nods his head as you notice his video package showing highlights of his previous Hardcore happenings in matter of of the ring since he can not air other federations clips. He heads down to the ring and inside as he then heads over and waits in his designated corner for his opponent.s Mikey is wandering around the ring apron as they get set for action. Missy Janson - The third entrant to the Battle Royal, from San Francisco, California...Jason Chase! Sounds of women moaning and groaning are heard as Jason Chase makes his way to the ring, holding a double headed dildo, to just the sounds of extreme pleasure from a woman. Women's panties and bras begin flying and litter the aisle way. A big fat guy throws his underwear and it narrowly misses Chase as he ducks it. Chase slides in the ring and takes off his shirt, a couple of women begin to cry and faint. Chase flexes his muscles as he is shown looking incredibly shiny -- completely covered in lube. Dunn - Poor Jackie, she'd be creaming herself if she was here. Greene - Dude, she's like almost bursting at the seams with a baby. Dunn - Doesn't mean she can't cream. Missy Janson - And finally, the last entry -- From Green Bay, Wisconsin... Drake Munday! The lights go out, Paint It Black hits the PA as the lights turn back on to reveal Drake Munday standing on the stage, hands on hips, his face dull. He walks slowly down the ramp, soaking in his surroundings, as he finally reaches the end of the ramp, one of the crowd goes an insult to far, Drake hurriedly walks back and exchanges words with the member of the crowd, until one of the officials at last separates them, drake climbs into the ring and prepares to start the match. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Tommy The Ox Morella and Raven Talon immediately squared off, trading hard punches back and forth with neither man backing down. Talon backs Morella up against the ropes, laying in a few sharp fists swinging up into the ribcage of Tommy. Talon grabs a hold of Morella around his right arm, irish whipping him across the ring -- but Tommy The Ox reverses and instead throws Raven Talon against the opposite set of ropes. He bounces back and is nailed with a shoulder block, sending Talon to the mat. Meanwhile, Jason Chase and Drake Munday are eyeing one another up. From behind, Tommy attacks Drake and tries to throw him over the top rope. Falcoon - Munday may be in trouble! As Tommy The Ox drags Munday towards the ropes, Jason Chase steps in and clocks Morella with the double headed dildo -- and he falls down to the mat like a pile of bricks. Dunn - Chase just saved Drake. Greene - Maybe he feels bad for the prank last Monday? Chase looks at Drake, as he stands in the center of the ring, looking furious and suddenly rushes full speed at Chase. Jason sees Drake the entire way, and takes a step back while clutching the top rope with his left hand. As Munday reaches Jason, Chase drops to his back and yanks the top rope down -- sending Munday tumbling over the top rope and crashing to the floor. Missy Janson - Drake Munday has been eliminated! Dunn - Bye bye Drake. Falcoon - Munday was saved by Drake, but still had some ill-feelings towards him. Dunn - And now he blew his chance at a PDA Title shot. Good work. Jason Chase runs back to the middle of the ring, grabbing a recently recovered Raven Talon around his neck with his left arm -- locking him in a front face lock. Chase tosses Raven Talon's left arm over his head, and lifts him up into the air -- immediately falling backwards and dropping Talon with a vertical suplex. Chase kip ups to his feet, as Tommy The Ox stands himself up and charges right at Chase, clotheslining him down to the mat as soon as Chase sends his attention to Morella. Raven Talon rolls out of the way, with Talon with Chase trying to push himself up by Tommy the Ox grabs him by the hair and tugs him up with his own strength. Greene - Between these three, I'm not sure who really stands the best chance. Dunn - Well my pick is out, so I'm going to say Talon because of his experience. Tommy rears his arm back, looking for a haymaker but as he swings his hand forward Jason ducks the strike attempt. He pulls himself up around Tommy, leaping into the air and extending both feet directly to the back of Morella's head. He stumbles forward, and comes to a rest up against the ropes as Chase runs up and tries to dump him over. Tommy holds tightly around the top rope, and shoves his left elbow back into the stomach of Jason -- backing him up into the center of the ring as Raven Talon hoists himself up. Falcoon - Look out Chase! Talon grabs Chase in a reverse waist lock -- but the lube upon Chase's body makes it easy for him to slip from Raven's grasp. Jason picks himself up, turning to Raven and heads off charging at him. As soon as Chase begins his sprint, Morella runs a few steps behind Jason. Raven Talon hits the mat, forcing Chase to hop over his prone body and towards the opposite set of ropes -- and Morella hops over his back as well. Once Jason turns and hits the ropes with his back, Tommy The Ox executes a thunderous clothesline across Chase's throat -- sending him flipping backwards over the top rope and crashing to the concrete floor. Dunn - Now two guys left! Greene - Morella nearly sent Chase's head into the crowd with that lariat. Missy Janson - Jason Chase has been eliminated! Raven Talon and Tommy Morella meet up in the middle of the ring and immediately lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Tommy The Ox gets the upper hand, taking Talon down to the mat with a hiptoss as both men immediately bound up to their feet and once again meet in the middle of the ring. They tie-up again, this time with Talon taking control by swinging around behind Tommy and wrapping his arms around his torso with a reverse waist lock. Tommy breaks the grasp of Talon, swinging around behind him and locking Raven in a reverse waist lock of his own. Falcoon - Series of reversals... Talon swings his right elbow back, connecting with the right cheek of Tommy -- which loosens his hold around the waist of Raven Talon. He attempts a second elbow, but Morella ducks and allows Talon's momentum to swing him around. As Raven turns and faces Tommy The Ox, he is met with a lifting knee from Morella -- doubling him over. Tommy grabs Talon around his neck with a front face lock using his right arm, but Talon pushes his shoulder deeper into the midsection of Morella and presses him back-first against the ropes. Morella clamps his arm tighter around the neck of Raven Talon, who has hooked his right elbow under the right knee of Tommy the Ox -- hoisting it up and resting it over the top rope. Dunn - Morella better be careful. Greene - One false move and he is gone! Tommy Morella responds by bringing his free left arm down across the shoulder blades of Raven Talon -- striking away at his back with clubbing forearms until Talon releases his grasp of Tommy The Ox's leg. Morella drops his leg to the mat, keeping Talon in the front face lock and throwing the right arm of Raven Talon over his neck. Falcoon - What does he have planned for Talon? Morella hoists Raven up with a vertical suplex right against the ropes -- but Talon floats over the top rope and lands on both feet facing the ring, on the middle rope with his body over the outside ring apron. Dunn - Whatever it was, it's not going as scheduled. Before Morella has time to react, Talon reaches over the top rope from his perched position on the second rope -- grabbing a hold of Morella in a Dragon Sleeper as Talon locks in the inverted front face lock around Tommy's neck. In a flash, Talon summons all his strength and hoists Morella backwards over the top rope. Greene - SHIT! Talon executes a flawless inverted suplex -- falling down to his left knee on the outside apron while Morella is flung over the top rope. He is guided in a backflip to such a distance that his stomach lands across the steel ring barricade. The fans all gasp as Morella collapses to the floor, signalling the end of the match. Falcoon - Morella may be dead. Dunn - Talon wins! My pick! Falcoon - He was mine first! Greene - He is right. Dunn - Shut the hell up. Missy Janson - Tommy "The Ox" Morella has been eliminated... The bell sounds as Raven Talon stands alone in the ring. Missy Janson - Therefore, the winner of this match and receiving a shot at the OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship at the OWF Holiday Bash Pay Per View on December 28th -- RAAAAVEN TAAAALON! Talon has his hand raised by the referee before he exits the ring, heading into the crowd with Mikey "The Shark" Austin. The two men disappear from sight as the cameras focus on the announcers booth. Falcoon - Even though he didn't have to go through as many guys as he though, Talon was impressive here. Dunn - And now he earns a legit title shot. Greene - Raven Talon has worked his tail off to get here so you can bet he will not let up once he gets that PDA Title shot. Falcoon - And with over a month to go before Holiday Bash, the card is shaping up nicely. Dunn - Hopefully this shit with NLW doesn't crush us first. Greene - I think we're doing just fine. "The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits the PA Speakers, and the fans jump up to their feet. They all look up to the entrance way, awaiting President Chase Johnson to appear from the back. Falcoon - This is never a good thing. Greene - I have reported about this, and it looks like CJ will be speaking here and now. President CJ steps through the curtains, wearing a gray suit with a navy blue tie and a white undershirt. In his right hand he holds a microphone, as his arms dangle at his sides taking in the reaction from the crowd. A somber look is painted across his face as he stops at the top of the ramp, and brings his thumb across his jawline calling for his music to cut. It dies down as the fans begin to give CJ hell with a mixed reaction, as some boo's have picked up. Dunn - Shut up and let CJ speak! CJ waits for the rowdy fans to die down, before lifting the microphone up to his mouth and beginning to speak into the microphone. Prez CJ - I'm not here to bullshit anyone, nor to try to pull the curtain over your eyes. Rumors have been flying that there are going to be talent cuts, and you can bet your ass there are going to be. The fans give a mixed reaction to the confirmation of what they already assumed. Prez CJ - There are going to be changes to tonights card, as you saw within the PDA Battle Royal. Harker, Filthy Rich and Kefka Palazzo were all removed from that match, and have also been released of their OWF contracts as of Noon today. Scott Kidd was removed, as well, leaving it as a Fatal Four Way, Over the Top Elimination Match between Drake Munday, Jason Chase, Raven Talon and Tommy "The Ox" Morella. Dunn - It's sad to see those names go, but it was time to cut the dead weight. Prez CJ - In the coming weeks, if the roster of talent doesn't perform up to it's capabilities -- there will be further cuts. I regret having to reduce myself to firing people for their lack of motivation -- but I see no other viable option in some cases. CJ pauses for a moment. Prez CJ - One last announcement I have to make is that due to injuries sustained at the hands of JC earlier in the night, Jared Wave will no longer be competing in the Main Event. It is now a one on one match between JC and Jesse Williams for the OWF World Heavyweight Championship. The fans give this announcement a mixed reaction as well, with the fans cheering siding with Williams and the fans booing siding with Wave and wanting to see him in the Main Event. Once they quiet themselves down, CJ wraps up his statement. Prez CJ - So, enjoy the show -- folks. "The New Black" rings back in again, with CJ dropping his right arm to his side and disappearing behind the curtains -- looking heavily dejected. Once he is hidden behind the curtains, a set of ring technicians come out -- wheeling the steel platforms for the upcoming Tag Match. As they reach ringside and begin to push back the barricades, the feed cuts back to the announcers booth yet again -- with CJ's music fading out eventually. Falcoon - What were you saying, Garrett? Greene - Shut up, Gordie. Dunn - The OWFers are dropping like flies. Falcoon - This is no way to keep momentum on a show. We go to the backstage area where Greg Jackson is walking quickly through the hallway. He makes a left turn and finds himself in Prez CJ’s office, much to the surprise of the owner who has just returned from making his speech in the ring. Falcoon - Greg better watch himself here. Greg Jackson - Hey ceej. Prez CJ - WHAT? Greg takes a step back. Greg Jackson - Geez, what's up your ass. Prez CJ - Sorry, rough night. CJ walks around his desk and sits down into his leather chair. Prez CJ - So, can I help you? I'm very busy. Greg Jackson - Yes. You can help me by giving me what is MINE! Prez CJ - Oh please, Greg. Not this again. Greg Jackson - There is NO PROOF that I lost that Gang Wars match! And I want- Prez CJ - No, there is proof of you losing that match. The feed came back just in time. Greg Jackson - Let me rephrase that… there is NO PROOF that I didn’t win that match during the technical difficulties! Prez CJ - Greg, Silence was there. I have a referee and a camera man telling me that Silence won the ma- Greg Jackson - IT’S A CONSPIRACY!!! And besides, they’re all racist and out to get me! Prez CJ - That’s not true… ok, the camera man seemed KINDA racist. But you have no grounds to call the others racist. Greg Jackson - Silence told me to “SHHHHHH”… he doesn’t like it when black people speak their minds! Prez CJ - He told you to “SHHHHHH” cause he’s Silence and he’s freakin’ weird! Greg Jackson - Ceej, I’m better than this. Since I’ve come back, I’ve been in low to mid card type matches! Dildo on a Pole match! And now a CEREAL KILLER MATCH?! Prez CJ - You ASKED for the Cereal Killer match! Greg Jackson - Yeah but… point is, I’ve done what I’ve had to do, and I’m back on track. And it’s time I got a title shot, and YOU KNOW which title I’m talking about. And if I’m not treated with more respect around here, then maybe I need to reconsider my options. You know, I fight for OWF… and look at this, NLW gave me an Anarchy X Title shot. Didn’t even have a match there yet. Just a little name recognition. Greg begins to walk out of CJ’s office, when CJ stops him. Prez CJ - Greg, WAIT! Greg Jackson - What’s up el presidante? Prez CJ - Ok… we don’t have one hundred percent proof of what happened at Gang Wars. I’m not taking away Silence’s shot, but I’ll give you a shot as well. Greg Jackson - That’s more like it! I knew you’d c- Prez CJ - ON ONE CONDITION! Greg Jackson - …Let’s hear it. Prez CJ - This isn’t a shot you get to bank. You’re using this shot at Holiday Bash next month. We haven’t established a challenger yet, and on top of that, it’s in your home city of Los Angeles. Should be good for pay-per-view buys and ticket sales. And you get your shot at a big event, just like you want. What do ya say? Greg stares at CJ for a moment, as if he’s thinking about it. Greg Jackson - Ok… yeah. I can dig that. You got a deal. CJ smiles, as does Greg, as he leaves the offices. However, as soon as he leaves the office he runs into the World Champion himself, Jesse Williams, who is standing right by the door. Greg is startled as he almost bumps into him, backing up and taking a few deep breaths. Greg Jackson - Holy shit! Don’t do that Jesse! Scared the hell outta me! …How long you been standing there for? Jesse Williams - Long enough to hear you weasel your way into a World Title shot. Is that the natural progression of a number one contender? Win a Dildo-On-A-Pole Match, win a Cereal Killer match… BAM! Number one contender! Greg Jackson - No, you become number one contender when you are the rightful winner of Gang Wars! Jesse Williams - Greg, you and I both know that’s bullshit. Since you came back, I thought things between us were ok. There’s a lot of people out to get me these days, and I didn’t think you were one of them. Greg Jackson - Hey now, this isn’t personal. You know I how badly I want a shot at the World Title, and I haven’t had a Pay-Per-View shot since our first match! How could I turn this down? Jesse Williams - Yeah, act like all this just fell on your lap. The only thing you weren’t banking on was getting the shot so soon. That means you go 0-3 against Jesse Williams after Holiday Bash! Greg Jackson - Hey, do you know what tonight is? It’s Shit Happens. I’ve got a World Title shot next month… that doesn’t mean I’m necessarily against Jesse Williams. So who says it’s gonna be against YOU? Greg smirks as he walks away from Jesse, leaving the champion scowling in his direction. The feed cuts to the announcers booth, with all three men staring directly into the camera. Falcoon - Damn, Greg had some choice things to say to Jesse. Dunn - You have to give him credit, though. Greene - Jackson needs to beat Jesse. Dunn - We'll see, though. It probably won't end up even being Williams once this night is over. Greene - You're really pulling for JC, aren't you? Dunn - I just want to see the belt off of Williams. Falcoon - He's a great champion, though. Dunn - No doubt about it, but I want to see someone step up to his level. The focus of the camera shifts to the ring, which is comletely adorned with all four steel platforms on the four sides of the ring. The steel barricades are pushed back to accomodate the fans, and a steel step ladder is set up at the mouth of the ramp at the edge of the platform facing it. Falcoon - Now its time to see if El Plaga can step up into the spotlight of the Tag Division. Dunn - They've paid their dues. Now they have to start collecting benefits. Next to the announcers booth, Missy Janson stands from her steel chair and lifts her microphone off of the time keepers table with her left hand. She brings the microphone in front of her lips, and softly begins her announcements as a referee makes his way down the aisle and ascends the ladder -- climbing down onto the platform and entering the ring through the ropes. Missy Janson - It is time for the next match, and it is for the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships! The fans give a loud reaction to the mention of the Tag Titles. Missy continues. Missy Janson - It is a Platform Match scheduled for a one fall, under Tornado Tag Rules, with pinfalls and submissions counting both in the ring and on the steel platforms. Coming to the ring first, the first member of the challenging team...El Plaga... From Mangua, Nicaragua... Vernon Somoza! PA System – Reggaeton Latino Bailen, yales The Lights turn Blue and White and they begin to flash with the bass of the Song. The Crowd begins to yell and Boo as Somoza walks out with Tan Fatigues on a Military Generals coat and a Military green hat on. He has on Sunglasses smoking a large Cigar and carries the Nicaraguan Flag on a pole and waves it towards the crowd. He walks towards the ring blowing smoke at fans and mocking them as the music blares. He steps up the ladder, and onto the platform nearest to the ramp and places the flag atop one of the corners and Salutes it. Then he stands atop the turnbuckles and waves it as the fans boo and he laughs mocking them before entering into the ring. Missy Janson - And his partner, rounding out the team of El Plaga -- From Haiti... Porta Prince! Red and blue pyro fall over the stage with "Welcome To Jamrock" playing. PA System - Out In The Streets. THEY CALL IT MURDAAAA! Pyro stops and Porta Prince appears as if he was behind it the whole time. Smoke flies out of his nose as he goes towards the ring with nothing but a spotlight on him. He climbs up the ladder and hops down onto the platform and walks to the ring. As he rolls into the ring, he gets up drapes himself over the ropes with a hand raise as red & blue pyro goes off behind him. Falcoon - El Plaga has come up short so many times. Dunn - Now is their chance to prove all the doubters wrong. Greene - Oh I have doubts about people doubting El Plaga's ability to bring the OWF Tag Titles to NLW. Falcoon - That's why everyone is worried in the first place -- it very possibly could happen. Missy Janson - And their opponents, making up the team of the Cult of Steel -- First, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... He is the current OWF Tears Tag Team Champion... "The Son of a Bitch" Trent Steel! PA System - Now you're messing with a son of a bitch. With a wide smile upon his face, Trent Steel walks through the curtains glances at the ring while his music blares loudly. The fans boo him with all that they have in their lungs. He takes slow steps as he walks down the ramp and approaches the ring. Trent keeps the anticipating at an all time high as he plays mindgames with his opponent by taking so long to get the ring. From behind, The Lost Soul comes after Steel and nails him from behind with the Tears Tag Title -- dropping the belt beside Trent as he lays bleeding on the ramp. Dunn - That NLW bastard just took out Steel again! Greene - He's here to help El Plaga bring the belts to NLW. The referee exits the ring and checks on Steel, who is slowly able to get up to his feet. He continues moving to the ring and stops before the ladder to hold his head for a moment. Falcoon - You have to wonder how this is going to hurt him in this match. Trent ascends the ladder, falling flat to his stomach upon the platform and sliding under the bottom rope, positioning himself in the ring before pushing himself up and staring right at his opponent. His music fades as the men take up positions in their corners. Missy Janson - And his partner, filling out the team of The Cult of Steel -- From Toronto, Ontario, Canada... He is the Current NLW Legacy Champion, and the reigning OWF Blood Tag Team Champion... X-Terminator! PA System - Everything's been said before Marilyn Manson`s “This is the New Shit” begins to blare across the P.A system throughout the arena. The lights dim to smokey blue colour. A much darker blue spotlight hits the entrance as mist begins to spew from the tron above. Suddenly, pyro`s begin to flair from the tron as the sparks fly continuously. Babble, Babble, Bitch, Bitch Boo`s fill the arena before the entrance is even made. Slowly, X-Terminator enters through the curtains into a sea of boos. X-Terminator stands at the top of the ramp in his ring attire, with a smug yet sadistic look on his face. He firmly takes his first step down the ramp. He slowly continues to make his way through the hatred of the fans. Many hand gestures and verbal attacks can be seen from various X-T haters. Falcoon - X-T isn't welcome. Dunn - He's well aware. X-Terminator finally reaches the bottom of the ramp and is free of the torture from the fans. The blue lights slowly fade and the main lights begin to form. Are you motherfuckers ready for the new
shit? X-Terminator looks over his shoulder to his left. He smirks at the fans shouting behind him before doing the same over his right shoulder. X-T quickly climbs the ladder, ladding on the platform and entering the ring. He moves into the center of the ring. He stands up in the middle of the ring and cockily poses for all the fans. They erupt in hatred, but it seems as though X-Terminator enjoys getting on their nerves. He walks towards the ropes and stretches, awaiting for the match to begin. The referee takes the Blood Tag Title from X-T, and recovers the Tears Tag Title from outside the ring as he brings it to Missy on the outside. She walks back to her place at ringside and takes a seat, placing both belts on the timekeepers table. The referee reenters onto the platform, and gets into the ring -- immediately calling for the bell.
(Ding, Ding, Ding...) All four men are in the ring, with Somoza and Prince looking at The Cult of Steel -- but X-T and Steel seem to be too focused on one another. Vernon Somoza starts off the action, running at Trent Steel and clotheslining him over the top rope and both men tumble down onto the steel platform outside of the ring. The two men begin to trade lefts and rights, while X-Terminator and Porta Prince slowly big to measure one another up as they circle the ring. Back on the platform, Steel has nailed a string of short elbows to the jaw of Somoza which has finally stopped his intense prowl on Trent. Both men catch their breath, while in the middle of the ring Porta Prince and X-Terminator hold up their arms -- looking for a collar and elbow tie-up. As the two men meet, Prince drops his arms and swings his right knee upward and connecting with X-Terminator's diaphramn. X-T drops to a single knee as the wind is knocked out of him momentarily, while back on the platform both Vernon Somoza and Trent Steel have managed to get back up to their feet. The two men stand off, when Somoza unleashes a knife edge chop across Trent's chest. Steel fires back, with a chop of equal strength that bounces off the pectorals of Vernon. Somoza continues on, unphased, responding with another chop across Trent's chest -- using the red handprint as a reference as to where to bring the second. Upon impact of the second chop of Trent, Steel doubles over -- allowing Somoza to nail a soccer kick upwards across the face of Trent, flopping him all the way back over onto his back on the platform. Dunn - Steel is making rookie mistakes you'd expect El Plaga to make. Greene - He seems gittery. Back in the ring, Porta has wrapped the head of the kneeling X-Terminator with his right arm -- wrenching upon X-T's neck with a side headlock. The more X-T fights, the tighter Porta clenches in the hold. Prince keeps X-T centralized in the center of the ring, and tries keeping him down on his one knee to remain in control of the leverage in the hold. It doesn't last long, as X-Terminator quickly wills his way back up to his feet -- with Porta tightening the now standing side head lock as X-T tries to pry Porta off of his neck. Porta keeps the hold on tight, with the referee coming to check on X-Terminator -- meanwhile on the steel platform, Somoza is laying in wait for Trent to get back up to his feet. Falcoon - It seems like El Plaga is using the divide and conquer tactic. Dunn - Seems to be working. Trent uses the ropes to get back onto his feet on the platform, as Vernon charges and tries to run into Trent with a shoulder block. Steel is able to hit the platform upon his chest, forcing Somoza to leap over him and stop himself short from falling into the crowd. Steel and Somoza both turn to face each other, encurring a staredown between the two men. Inside the ring, Porta keeps X-T at bay with the side headlock until a swinging back elbow from X-T catches Porta in the stomach. This breaks the headlock, and X-T pushes Porta off of his neck and up against the opposite set of ropes. Once Porta returns, he shoulder blocks X-Terminator down to his back and stares down at him for a moment as if to taunt X-T. On the platform, Steel and Somoza have wandered within striking distance -- with each of them nailing a few glancing blows, but nothing noteworthy as they just feel one another out. Back in the ring, with Somoza and Steel posturing on the platform, Porta charges against the ropes with X-T still laying flat on his back from the shoulder block. As Porta hits, back-first, against the ropes, X-Terminator rolls over onto his stomach and makes Porta have to hop over him unexpectedly. After he clears X-Terminator, Porta stops dead in his tracks and begins to turn around. X-T hoists himself up to his feet and turns to Porta first, swinging his leg up and kicking him directly between the legs. Greene - What a cheap shot! Falcoon - If it keeps one half of the belts here, I'm for it. X-Terminator steps back, leaning up against the set of ropes behind him and eyeing up Porta Prince who is bent holding his crotch in pain. X-Terminator runs back at the bent over Porta Prince, who stands doubled over in the center of the ring, and X-T leaps as he reaches Prince. In midair, X-Terminator grabs Porta in a front face lock and swings him backwards -- nailing a vicious DDT that flips Porta over onto his back. The fans give a very mixed reaction as X-Terminator shoots up to his feet, looking at Steel and Somoza as they do battle on the platform nearest to the announcers table -- finally locking up with one another and nailing more significant strikes. X-T exits through the ropes, stepping onto that platform as he exits the ring. Dunn - X-T is coming to help Steel! Greene - Maybe some OWF blood still runs through his-- Garrett cuts himself off, as X-T brushes past his partner -- who is now being dominated by Vernon Somoza who has mounted him, and begun a strikes of closed fist strikes to Trents face. X-T hops over the caged edge of the platform, hopping onto the announcers table and then down to the concrete floor on the outside. Dunn - Maybe not. He walks towards Missy Janson, grabbing a steel chair from next to her and turning back around. Falcoon - Or maybe so! Now he's got a chair to help Steel with! X-Terminator walks around the announcers table, opening the chair and placing it next to Garrett Greene -- sitting down and pulling a vacant headset off of the table, and placing it over his head. Dunn - What the fuck are you doing? X-Terminator - I'm here to add some life to this commentary team. Falcoon - I think meant what are you doing since you have a match going on right now. X-Terminator - I don't have a match anymore -- Steel, Somoza and Prince do. Prince stands up in the middle of the ring, looking first at Somoza who is in firm control of Steel then looks at X-T at the announcers booth. Prince looks confused as he heads to the side of the ring nearest the announcers, but exits the ring and steps onto the platform looking confident as Vernon pulls himself up to his feet. Both members reunite, as Somoza tugs Steel up to his feet by his hair -- only for Porta to grab him in a Head and Arm Suplex -- tossing Trent from the platform, over the top rope, and crashing into the middle of the ring. X-Terminator - Ouch. That's going to hurt for a while. Dunn - Steel can't possibly beat these two alone. Falcoon - But atleast it's a pure OWF versus NLW match now. Both Somoza and Prince enter the ring, as Porta moves to lift Steel up. As he does, Trent breaks his grasp and fires a hard forearm shot to the jaw of Porta Prince. The shot sends Porta stumbling backwards, and Somoza steps right in -- unleashing a stiff elbow to the right eyesocket of Trent Steel. Although dazed, Trent fires back with a roundhouse kick that catches Somoza cleanly across his right ear -- and thus the entire right side of his face. Vernon drops to a knee for a second, while Trent gains his balance and backs up towards the nearest set of ropes. Steel shifts his focus to Porta, and not a moment too late as Prince dives forward looking to spear Trent -- but Steel drops to the mat. He hooks the right ankle of Prince, executing a drop toe hold that brings Porta Prince plummeling downward. Instead of hitting the mat, he gets caught on the second rope by his throat with the momenum of him hitting the ropes bouncing him up to his feet. Prince stumbles backwards, while Steel rolls up to his feet and positions himself directly behind Porta. Steel instantly grabs Prince in a reverse waist lock, and with all of his might flips him backwards over his head with a release German Suplex -- dropping Porta Prince right onto the back of his head. Falcoon - Holy christ! Greene - That took some muscle. The fans begin to cheer as Steel hoists himself back to his feet, when he turns around into a swinging knee strike to the gut from a recovered Somoza. With Steel doubled over, Somoza tucks Trent's head between his legs and wraps both of his arms around the torso of Steel. Vernon lifts Steel up over his shoulders with ease, lifting him up into a standing Crucifix. Vernon charges at the nearest set of ropes, looking to dump Trent out onto the steel platform -- but Steel is able to slither down the back of Somoza at the last possible moment, sending Vernon chest first into the ropes. Somoza stops himself from bouncing back into the ring by grabbing the top rope, glancing over his shoulder to see Trent pulling himself up from his knees with his back to Vernon. X-Terminator - Never turn your back on your opponent! Vernon spins around, laying in wait as Steel finally gets up to his feet and spins around on the heel of his right foot. The moment he faces Vernon, Somoza lunges forward with his right arm fully extended outward -- and bringing his bicep directly across the neck of Trent Steel with a clothesline. The force behind the lariat sends Trent down to the mat like a sack of potatos. Vernon turns and steps through the ropes as he leaves the ring, exiting onto the platform and propelling himself over the edge to the floor at the base of the entrance ramp. Somoza crawls under the platform, disappearing from view for both the fans in attendance and the fans watching at home. Falcoon - Where is he going? Dunn - I don't know, but if he comes out with The Boogeyman or Hornswaggle -- I'm quitting. X-Terminator - Quitting this place is the best thing I ever did. In the ring, Porta Prince finally picks himself up and begins laying stomps across the back of the fallen Steel. Porta drags Steel up to his feet, and crack him across his right cheekbone with a left forearm. Steel steps back, and fires back with a closed right fist to the bridge of Prince's nose -- sending blood spurting down his face. Prince doesn't hesitate, slamming his head forward across the brow of Trent with a headbutt that busts Trent wide open as he falls down to his back. Porta falls to his right knee, shaking his head after feeling the effects of his own strike. Then, from the same side of the ring Somoza disappeared under he returns with many different things in tow. X-Terminator - Now this guy knows how to party. Vernon pulls himself up to his feet, reaching under the steel platform and grabbing a sheet of glass that he lifts up over his head to the awe of the crowd. He gently lifts it over the edge of the platform, and places it inside resting upon that very same edge. Vernon bends back down, pulling out two steel chairs as Porta Prince exits the ring to grab the glass pane from the platform -- sliding it under the bottom rope and along the ring canvas before entering himself. Trent crawls to the ropes, hooking his left elbow upon the middle rope while Prince hoists the glass pane up and leans it up in one of the corners of the ring. Somoza tosses both chairs onto the steel platform he stands outside of, and begins climbing up the step ladder to gain entry back onto the platforms. Once he does, He grabs one steel chair in each hand and steps through the ropes to a deafening amount of boos. Falcoon - El Plaga is toying with Trent. Dunn - And the fans hate it. Greene - And we have the one guy who can stop it sitting right next to us. X-Terminator - I know, get out there and show them what the OWF is all about James. Dunn - Maybe I will. Somoza throws a chair to Porta, who catches it as both men stand on either side of Trent Steel -- who has gotten up to one knee with his back once again facing his two opponents and looking out towards the ring announcers table. Trent reaches for the top rope, but just misses it -- as Porta and Vernon weild the steel chairs back. Falcoon - Looks like no one can save Steel now. Dunn - Not even Trent himself. El Plaga begin to grow impatient with Steel's progress, when a figure is seen walking down from the mouth of the entrance way. The cameras switch to see the OWF I Heart Moxie Champion, Specter, walking down to the ring looking ready for a fight. Greene - Specter now? X-Terminator - Lets just end it now and say Steel lost. Both Porta Prince and Vernon Somoza are oblivious to Specter, who treks down the ramp and cautiously ascends the step ladder before hopping down onto the platform nearest the stage. Specter quickly enters the ring, with the fans giving him hell for his appearance -- watching as Steel finally gets up to his feet. Falcoon - Specter is just in time to see Steel get his brains splattered. As Porta swings forward, Specter grabs the chair and stops the forward movement. Somoza sees this, and turns to swing the chair at Specter -- who yanks Porta by his grip on his steel chair directly into the path of Somoza's chair shot. Vernon immediately drops the chair and looks down at Porta when Steel spins him around to a huge ovation from the crowd. Trent fires away with a left jab to the mouth of Somoza, followed by a european uppercut across his chest that sends him back a step -- rounding out his combination with a short right elbow strike to the left side of Somoza's jaw bone. Feeling his second wind coming on, Vernon fires back with a spinning back-fist that catches Steel right in his left temple -- prompting Specter to take a step back and keep an eye on Porta, who remains on the mat. Trent is very dazed from Somoza's stunning shot, and Vernon wastes absolutely no time in following it up -- grabbing a hold of Steel by the back of his head with his left hand, and ramming his right forearm directly across the face of Trent. Instead of stopping at one shot, which was surely enough, Somoza keeps a hold of Trent's hair on the back of his head -- and continually brings the bursting right forearm shots to his face. X-Terminator - Step in anytime, Specter. Dunn - Step in anytime, X-T. X-Terminator - Shut up with that. Trent is almost out on his feet, stumbling around -- but he proves himself to be playing possum and nails a roaring elbow to the forehead of Somoza that splits him wide open. Blood begins to run down Somoza's face, which enrages Steel further -- nailing a right roundhouse kick to the left cheek of Somoza, followed by and open palm strike to his throat. Vernon falls down to the mat, dropping to his right knee while Steel charges forward and steps up onto the bent left knee of Somoza. He looks for a Shining Wizard, but Vernon stands up and drives Steel down upon his back with a reversal into a spinebuster. As Specter looks to lock up with Somoza, Prince tackles him through the ropes as both men tumble out onto the steel platform on the side of the ring adjacent to the stage. While Vernon Somoza and Trent Steel are both laying on the mat, struggling to get to their feet -- both Specter and Porta Prince are engaged in a bitter fight as they roll around on the platform, with both men looking for the upper hand. Porta's strength becomes too much, and he begins clubbing down upon the face of Specter. Greene - Specter isn't even in this match. Dunn - Porta has to dispose of him and quick. Prince stops his strikes, and grabs Specter by his hair and drags him to his feet. He turns him so his back is facing the ring, and Prince pushes Specter backwards -- hitting the ropes with his back. He is propelled forward into the clutches of Porta Prince -- who throws Specter over his head with a release Belly to Belly Suplex, with Specter hitting the edge of the platform and crashing down upon his head. X-Terminator - There you go, Dunn. Falcoon - As if he was listening. The feed cuts back to a shot of the ring, where both competitors have made strides in recovery. Vernon Somoza gets up to his feet, with his back to Steel so Trent can't see the chair in his hands as Steel stumbles up from his knees. Somoza turns and cracks Trent over the head with the steel chair, denting it heavily while Trent is sent to one knee. While there, Steel grabs a hold of the second chair and lifts himself up to his feet -- narrowily avoiding another chair shot from Somoza. Reacting to the miss from Vernon, Trent is able to bring the chair back and obliterate the top of Somoza's head. Somoza is staggered, but he keeps a hold of his steel chair -- and institually swings it wildly at Trent, connecting across his forehead once more as both men drop to their knees in exhaustion. Dunn - There is blood everywhere. Falcoon - And these two are fighting until there isn't going to be a drop left in their veins. On the platform, Prince still waits for Specter to get up after his attack. As he rolls up to his feet, Porta charges at Specter -- who hooks the arm of Prince behind his back in a chickenwing. In a flash Specter grapevines Porta's left leg with his right, and sweeps out his legs -- driving Porta face first across the steel platform. X-Terminator - Porta is going to look messed up after that. Dunn - I love the Prank Masturbation. X-Terminator - You would. Falcoon - What does that even mean? Pushing himself up from the platform, Specter pulls himself back up to his feet. Holding his head slightly, Specter lifts himself up over the edge of the platform after nailing the Gesture of Friendship upon Porta Prince, and landing on his feet outside of the ring. Specter begins to head up the ramp, with the fans exploding seeing that Specter has helped Steel get the advantage. X-Terminator - That coward is leaving. Dunn - If Steel wins, I bet Specter is going to be named as his partner. X-Terminator - Fine by me! Falcoon - I can't believe Specter has served up El Plaga like this. Specter disappears behind the curtains while the feed shifts back to the ring. In the exact center of the ring Trent Steel stands up, bleeding heavily -- extending his thumb and making a throatcutting motion as he reaches down to the equally bloodly Somoza. Trent dips his shoulder into the midsection of Vernon, lifting him up into a standing firemans carry as he eyes up the glass pane in the corner. With the head of Somoza resting over his right shoulder -- Trent faces the right side of his body towards the glass, standing sideways towards it. The fans explode into a round of surprising cheers. Dunn - Do it Trent! Greene - He's looking for the Pittsburgh Nightmare! From the outside of the ring, Porta Prince comes in with a blue vile and another item in his hand. He empties the vile into his mouth, and produces the other item -- showing it to the crowd as a flashstick. Falcoon - LOOK OUT TRENT! Prince steps forward, igniting the flash stick and spitting the contents from his mouth at the same time -- producing a fireball that explodes into the face of Steel. Trent's hair lights on fire as he stumbles to the left with his back now to the glass pane -- still holding Somoza in the standing firemans carry. Dunn - Trent got burned! X-Terminator - Just a taste of his own medicine! Greene - But he's not going do-- Greene is cut off by a huge groan from the fans -- as Porta Prince lunges at a blinded Steel and nails a big boot to his face. Using that momentum, Somoza hooks the left arm of Steel with his legs, and grapevines Trent's right arm with Somoza's arms. He flings himself backwards, executing a Crucifix Driver through the glass pane. Falcoon - MY GOD! The fans become completely silent as Somoza keeps Steel's shoulders pinned down to the mat in the crucifix pinning position on the shards of glass. The referee slides in, looking for a clean part of the mat to count upon. X-Terminator - That's a wrap! The referee begins the count...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winners of this match...and NEEEEW OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions... VERNON SOMOZA AND PORTA PRINCE -- EL PLAAAAGA! Falcoon - Damnit, no! Dunn - That's your fault X-T. X-Terminator - Oh well, catch you guys later. X-T pulls his headset off and begins heading to the back -- meanwhile the referee retreives the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Titles and hands them to Porta Prince and Vernon Somoza who receive a chorus of boos. Greene - First the PDA, and now the Tag Titles too? Falcoon - We're in trouble. Ring technicians head down to the ring as Somoza and Prince depart and begin to head up the ramp. The technicians immediately begin to dismantle the steel platforms around the ring as a few others wheel down carts to transport the heavy steel panels. Dunn - Either way the NLW was getting atleast one tag title. Falcoon - It's sickening. Greene - And X-T had no problem sitting here and watch his tag title reign go up in flames. From the shot of the ring, we cut backstage where Jesse Williams is seen walking the halls. The fans in the arena explode as the camera man follows him for a few steps. He seems to be looking for someone, when he sees Akira Kanemura standing alone drinking a can of Mountain Dew. Williams shoots a glance at him, then ahead toward his destination- but chooses to walk to his left, approaching Kanemura. Akira sees Jesse and takes a step back, before becoming paralyzed where he stands. Jesse Williams - Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for the help on Monday. Akira stands looking at Jesse blankly, still not moving a muscle. Jesse Williams - I didn't really expect it, but it was an ease on the load I would have had to shoulder. Still Akira says nothing. Jesse Williams - Okay, that's it. I'll..uh, talk to you later I guess. Williams heads off, looking to leave Akira where he stands. As Jesse turns, he sees the locker room door of Vacant slam shut and the easily identifiable black trenchcoat, along with blazing orange mask seen as a blur heading towards the entrance ramp. Jesse Williams - NICK! Vacant ignores Jesse, picking up his pace as he walks away. Jesse begins to follow Vacant, trying to catch up with him but Vacant stays too far ahead of him. Williams loses sight of him as he heads up the steps to the mouth of the entrance way- and Jesse turns back looking dejected. Falcoon - Poor Jesse. Dunn - Poor Nick, he just wants to be left alone.
FEATURING Eight OWF Superstars battle to be the first to climb the twenty foot Christmas Tree and grab the star a top the peak -- with the winner receiving a shot at the OWF World Heavyweight Championship at Clash of Champions in January! PLUS MUCH MORE!
The feed cuts back to the ring, which is clear of all remnants of the platforms -- as they are wheeled backstage along the side of the ramp. We switch to a shot of ringside as Missy Janson pushes herself up to her feet and slowly paces to the steel steps in the nearest corner. Greene - At least we finally get to see him back in action. Missy hops up the steel ring steps, onto the apron -- and splits the ropes as she makes her entrance. She walks to the exact center of the ring, with the excitement beginning to grow in the crowd. Dunn - And it's up right now. Falcoon - So lets send it to Missy! Missy awaits for the crowd to subside a bit, before lifting the microphone to her lips and proudly exclaiming the announcements. Missy Janson - The following matchup is scheduled for a one fall under Normal Rules -- and it is for the OWF I Heart Moxie Championship! The fans explode into a raucous chant of "Va-cant! Va-cant!", deafinging out Missy's voice as she continues on. Falcoon - The fans can't wait to see his return! Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the challenger, having his rematch clause envoked -- From Brantford, Ontario, Canada... Vacant! Heavy piano chords slam out over the PA as "Bastard" by Ben Folds somberly ques in for the crowd. The curtains ripple as Vacant, sporting an obvious growth change, slips through, tugging down on the blaze orange ski mask covering his face, and begins the long stride down the ramp in the midst of a strong applause. Falcoon - I knew Vacant put on some weight in NLW as Nick James, but I didn't know how much he had changed. Dunn - He's only 17. Kid is still going through growth spurts. Greene - Come on James, it looks like he has put on about a hundred pounds. Dunn - As long as it is in muscle, he's okay. Greene - If it's in muscle, he has been juicing. He scans the crowd briefly as he walks, before tearing his attention back to the ring and forcing himself to focus, climbing up the ring steps and taking a seat on the top turnbuckle bolt, elbows on his knees, waiting for the bell to sound and truly seal his fate. Missy again lifts the microphone up to her mouth as the music fades out. Missy Janson - And his opponent. He is the Current OWF I Heart Moxie Champion...From Las Vegas, Nevada... Specter! PA System - Tonight's your lucky fucking night. Says the voice of the Venetian Vandal to an arena full of fans that may or may not remember the glory days of MVW. The surf guitar sweetness of The Dead Kennedys' rendition of "Viva Las Vegas" assaults the ears of the audience, leaving images of gambling and debauchery dancing in their heads. A wave of purple and silver confetti drifts to the arena floor, indicating that a celebration is in order. What celebration is that? Why, the arrival of none other than Specter, who steps through the curtain and surveys the arena with a smirk. Dunn - If Specter can beat Vacant, he gets the right to rename the championship. Falcoon - He already disposed of Valtiel and Ray Lopes. Greene - Hopefully the third defense is an actual challenge. He looks from the ring to the fans and back again, before beginning his pace to the ring. Shrugging off the high five attempts and remarks of fans, he slips to ringside and rolls under the bottom rope. The referee tries to take the OWF I Heart Moxie Championship from Specter, but he keeps it around his waist and pushes the referee away from him. Vacant itches under his mask as Specter approaches Missy, and pulls the microphone out of her hand. Dunn - Vacant doesn't look very comfortable in the OWF. Greene - Or even in his own ring attire. Missy Janson makes her way to the ropes and exits the ring, returning to the time keepers table without both her microphone and the I Heart Moxie Title. The referee calls for the bell once Missy is clear from the ring. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Specter steps forward, calling Vacant to the middle of the ring with him. Falcoon - Looks like Specter has something to tell Vacant before they get going. Vacant steps forward, opposed from Specter as he lifts the microphone up to his lips. Specter - We meet again, Vacant. Vacant nods. Specter - Tiger Uppercut! A glancing uppercut barely catches the jaw of Vacant, who crumbles to the mat in a heap. Greene - ..What Specter falls down over the chest of Vacant, as the stunned referee slides into place and begins his count. Dunn - No... 1...2...3! Falcoon - WHAT THE FUCK?! Dunn - Uppercut of Doom! Missy Janson - The winner of this match and STILL OWF I Heart Moxie Champion... SPEEEECTER! Specter pulls himself up, with the belt around his waist and the microphone still in his hand. The referee raises his hands, as the fans boo him loudly and Vacant rolls out of the ring -- heading towards The Splatter Zone. Falcoon - We got jipped! Vacant looks to slap fives with the group of fans, but they don't acknowledge him. Leaving his hand hang, Vacant tries walking past but the largest member of the group reaches toward's Vacants head. Greene - Uh oh, don't touch the wrestlers! The fan grabs Vacant's mask and pulls it off of his head. Dunn - Beatdown ti-- Then, Vacant is revealed to be a sham -- as the man behind the mask is seen to be Drake Munday. Falcoon - That son of a bitch! Greene - CJ and Specter set this up! Dunn - What a smart plan! The fans boo with all of the passion in their hearts, as Specter remains in the ring watching Drake run up the ramp trying to cover his face. Specter glances out into the very angry stands of fans, and lifts the microphone up to his mouth. Specter - Okay, you caught me. It wasn't Vacant. It was Drake. Whoopty-shit. The important thing is I just secured my third successful defense of the I Heart Moxie Championship and you know what that means. Holding the championship high in one hand, Specter continues. Specter - I get to remake this baby in my own glorious image. No longer is this belt a monument to puppy love. It is now an homage to the Venetian Vandal and my ability to outshine each and every quote unquote star of the OWF. Which is why I've got something very special planned for this title and for the federation that is now blessed by its presence. The I Heart Moxie title is fucking dead. Long live the Sin City Spotlight Championship. Named for the greatest city on earth, and the thing I steal every time I stick my head through that curtain. And the best part is, I'm stipulating that this title will be defended at every single OWF show. No exceptions. Oh, you got jumped backstage? Fuck you, wrestle. Nagging injury? Fuck you, wrestle. Already booked twice? Fuck you. Wrestle. You might be saying, "But Specter, that's unfair. Nobody can defend a title at every show." Oh yeah? Fucking watch me. This belt is going to prove how much better I am than everybody else here. I figure, at one wrestler a week, I'll burn through CJ's whole roster in a few months and you jack-offs can suck on a big, fat reality check. It all starts next week. Drake Munday, you're up to bat. Don't disappoint me, kiddo. Oh, and just so you know, there's one more little quirk about this title. But I won't spoil that surprise until the next Addiction. Get ready for a career defining match, Drake. As for you, Phoenix, Arizona, go eat a dick. I'm out. With a burst of static, Specter drops the microphone to the mat, grabbing up his newly named gold and heading for the locker room. The cameras cut to the announcers booth, as all three men sit looking shocked at what just went down. Falcoon - Not much to say. Dunn - Specter got his way, he renamed the title. Greene - But he slimed his way through with a set-up match. Dunn - Specter does things his way. Falcoon - That is true. Greene - Lets just hope the Main Event is more fulfilling than that last one. Dunn - You know JC is going to be fired up. Falcoon - Williams is hampered by his knee injury, but he always gives it his all. Greene - I would like to hope both wil tear the house down -- but I also hoped Vacant-Specter II would do the same. Falcoon - Point taken. Dunn - Regardless, we don't have to wait long to find out -- the Main Event is up next. From a shot of the announcers, we cut outside to the parking lot. There, we see NLW's Josh Allen as he squares off with an OWF security officer. Josh Allen - What the hell are you talking about? Do you have any idea who I am? Security - Yes. Josh Allen - Then move the hell out of my way! Security - Uhm, no. Boss's orders. Josh Allen - CJ ordered this? Move, I'll go find him... The guard steps in front of Josh, towering over him and pushing him backwards. Josh nearly bit his tongue in anger, almost pushed back, but decided not to. Security - Boss said you don't work for us until Addiction on December 8th, so we're under orders to make sure your smart ass doesn't get in to mess with Jesse's match tonight. Josh Allen - Remember this day, Mr. Security Man. Remember the day you denied Josh Allen his right to enter an OWF event. Surely you have seen what kind of man I am. I'm decent, a hard-working man, who minds his own business and-- Security - Save the shit for someone else and get the hell out of here. Josh grunts and walks away from the area, toward a crowd of fans who hadn't lucked into those scalper tickets just yet. Josh began yelling at them, trying to fire them up in his favor. Josh Allen - Tell the owner of this damned company he should let me in! Jesse Williams is scared of this, I get it, I get it. Doesn't want a piece of me? Fine! Fan - Shut up! Josh Allen - I'll wait for him over in NLW. That's where the stars go to compete! Fan 2 - Fuck NLW! Bunch of pussies! Josh Allen - He can have OWF. He can have it, I said! Someone throws a water bottle at Josh Allen. He dodges it and swoops in to pick it up. He tries to furiously throw it back, but it slips and falls to the ground. Those near him burst into laughter, and he kicks the water bottle and storms off into the parking lot. As he gets there, he bumps into a figure and stares into the Japanese mans face. Josh Allen - Hey, watch where you are going! The two men stand a few inches away from one another, as the camera identifies the figure as Akira Kanemura. Allen doesn't have a clue who it is, and continues to assume it is a fan. Josh Allen - You have a problem, buddy? Akira keeps his stare on Josh, who brings a quick right forearm to the face of Kanemura- laying him out upon the concrete. Allen stands over him. Josh Allen - Don't squint your eyes at me you son of a bitch! Josh steps over Akira, and heads off into the parking garage. The feed switches back to a shot of the announcers booth, as the fans in the arena are booing from the unprovoked attack upon Akira. Falcoon - Allen won't be allowed in the OWF until December 8th? Dunn - And I bet Kanemura is going to want a piece of him then. Greene - I'm sure CJ will want to book Allen against the upper tier. Falcoon - I'm sure Sullivan would want that as well. Missy Janson stands up from her seat next to the announcers booth, holding the microphone tightly in her right hand. She approaches the steel ring steps, ascending them quickly and placing both of her feet onto the ring apron on the outside. Dunn - But that's two weeks away. Falcoon - And right now we've got a hell of a match on our hands. Missy enters the ring, walking to the center of the squared circle and awaiting the fans to simmer down. Greene - The time for talk is over. Dunn - Not yet. Falcoon - That's right, James. We have to send it to Missy, first, for introductions! Greene - Ah, right. Once their volume reduces a tad, Missy lifts her right hand up to her mouth and begins speaking into the microphone. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the Evening!! The fans explode the loudest they have all night -- stomping their feet upon the concrete, clapping their hands with all their might and screaming at the top of their lungs. Falcoon - The fans are ready. Greene - They want to see Williams repay JC for everything he has done! Missy Janson - This match is scheduled for a one fall, under Normal Rules -- and it is for the OWF World Heavyweight Championship!! Missy pauses so that the rowdy crowd can pop loudly once more. After a few seconds she continues on, speaking over the fans. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the challenger. From Jersey City, New Jersey... Here is JC! Lights flash then dim, and "Wherein Lies Continue" by Slipknot fills the speakers. The lights all go out and only a spotlight shines on Joe, who comes to the ring without any friendly movements or acknowledgment of the fans, who are booing him. PA system - Thou shalt not Kill your fathers - destroy another life He climbs up to the turnbuckle, puts his hands in a clasp above his head and brings them down, still clasped, to chest-level. The ending's the same He climbs down, glares at the audience and warms up for his match. Dunn - This is his shot at the big time. Greene - He paved his way by crucial victories and a few title reigns. Falcoon - Now we'll see if he has the x-factor to get him past Jesse. Once JC's music fades, the fans begin to get riled up as Missy lifts the microphone back up to her mouth. Missy Janson - And his opponent... He is the reigning OWF World Heavyweight Champion...From Las Vegas, Nevada... Jesse Williams! The lights go black as a deep, eerie growl is heard over the PA. Immediately we hear dirty, distored guitars come in before being followed by the drums kicking in. Walk around the room with a glaze in your
stare. As the music dies down a bit, we see Jesse Williams walk out from the back- with a severe limp in his step and the brand new OWF World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. The lights come back up to a normal setting, revealing the wounded forehead of Jesse to not be completely healed yet even over a week after Power Hour. He takes his time walking towards the ring, making sure to take in all his surroundings and to not aggravate his knee- which is bulging from a knee brace under his black jeans. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops as the music starts to kick back in. NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER! Walk around the room with a glaze in your
stare. YEAH! He slides into the ring, directly under the bottom rope, immediately holding his arms up as the repeated pounding of the drums resonates in the minds of all the fans watching him. The fans in the crowd explode into a loud chorus of cheers for their Champion, sending a deafening set of applause through the arena. He walks to the side of the ring closest to the cameras. He backs into the corner opposite of JC, with a wide smile upon his face. Mediocrity is the killer. You find yourself helpless. As his music fades out, Williams begins to stretch his upper body, using the ropes and getting himself prepared. The referee approaches him and holds up the OWF World Heavyweight Championship once Williams gives it to him. The referee holds the belt up in the middle of the ring, as the fans explode once more. Dunn - That's what it is all about. Falcoon - Maybe for JC, but Williams is looking for revenge as well. He hands the belt to Missy, who heads to the ropes and exits the ring. She returns to her seat at ringside, placing the microphone and the OWF World Title onto the time keepers table. The referee signals for the bell.
(Ding, Ding, Ding...) Falcoon - AND here we go! The fans roar as the match gets underway. Williams runs across the ring and tackles JC to the mat as the fans explode even louder, with Jesse bringing closed right fists repeatedly to the skull of JC. The referee steps in and tries pulling Jesse off, but he won't be denied his revenge -- as he continues to club away at any exposed part of JC's upper body. Finally the referee places himself between Jesse and JC, pushing Williams away from JC who staggers back up to his feet. The two men approach each other, with JC extending his right leg upward towards the face of Jesse. Williams ducks the big boot attempt, swinging around behind JC and dropkicking the back of his left knee -- sending JC down to a kneeling position. After Jesse pushes himself off of the mat, he walks around to face JC and extends his left leg looking for a shin kick to his exposed ribs. JC is able to grab a hold of Jesse's leg around the knee, keeping a hold of it as JC pushes himself up from his kneeled state and holding Williams up on one foot. Jesse flips his right foot upward, trying to connect with an enziguri to the left side of JC's head -- but JC ducks and Williams whiffs on the kick, flopping over onto his stomach with JC still holding Jesse's left leg. Using all of his upper body strength, JC yanks Williams up by his leg and directly into a reverse waist lock -- not waiting an instant to fling Jesse over his head with a release German Suplex that folds Jesse up like a cardboard box. Dunn - JC showing his brute strength. Greene - He has to prove he doesn't just throw his weight around against small time guys. Falcoon - This is a huge match for JC's career. He needs to take that step up from the midcard. JC picks himself up to a seated position upon the canvas, with Williams holding the back of his head yet still beginning to push himself back up to a kneeling position. He takes notice of JC's position in the ring, as he is already up to his feet in the center and approaching Williams. JC lifts Jesse up off the mat, shoving him back first into the corner before charging in with a clothesline in the turnbuckle. Williams remains hung up on the top rope, as JC bends down and jams his shoulder into the abdomen of Jesse -- lifting him up over his shoulder for only a moment before sitting him down on the top turnbuckle. Once releasing Jesse, JC fires a short left jab to the nose of Williams -- then promptly begins to climb upwards infront of Jesse, with JC stopping on the second rope. He hooks Williams around the neck in a front face lock, then tosses his left arm over JC's neck. Ascending upwards, JC tugs Williams along with him as both men stand in a suplex position upon the top rope -- with JC's back to the ring. The two men stand on the shaky ropes, when Jesse frees his right arm and begins bringing the knuckles of his fists directly into the ribcabe of JC. This breaks the suplex hold JC has on Jesse, and also allows Williams to shove JC backwards off the top rope. He lands flat on his back near the middle of the ring, with Jesse remaining on the top rope -- with the fans exploding as he glances out into their midst. Dunn - Swanton already? Jesse holds up the hand signal and leaps off the top rope -- flipping forward at a high angle, down at the prone JC. In midair, Williams notices JC roll inwards towards the corner Jesse leaped from and makes an adjustment. He over rotates, landing with most of his weight on his right leg with a near textbook front flip. Falcoon - JC moves and Williams compensates. Jesse spins around -- only to be caught with a big right boot to the face from a charging JC, that levels him flat upon his back. The fans boo as Jesse holds his face with both hands -- while JC keeps his focus set upon Jesse, and only Williams as he grabs him by his hair and begins tugging him back up to his feet. Jesse nails a few swift swinging fists to the midsection of JC as he is pulled up, following his right hand with his left with stunning shots. JC only allows so much as he pulls Williams straight up -- and flattens him with a clothesline across his jaw, not even aiming for the neck. Williams clutches his mouth, rolling over onto his elbows and knees as JC remains standing over Jesse. JC reaches down, again grabbing a fist full of Jesse's hair as he yanks him to his feet. With both hands, JC grabs Williams around his left wrist and sends him flying towards the opposite set of ropes with an irish whip. Upon the release, JC sets off heading towards the same set of ropes -- just about a foot to the right of Williams who turns and bounces off back first. Jesse heads back to the center of the ring, coming to a stop as JC propels himself off of the ropes and dives at the right leg of Williams. JC connects with a perfect chopblock, as the right knee of Jesse buckles and he is sent down to the mat clutching at his leg in obvious amounts of pain. Dunn - Finally, someone exploits this injury. Falcoon - Jesse has to be careful, he could do worse damage if he doesn't watch the load his leg has to bear. Greene - I doubt Jesse is thinking about his knee right now. Dunn - Um, I think he is. And just about how much pain he is in. The referee warns JC who reaches down, grabbing Jesse's right foot and dragging him to the center of the ring along his back. With his left arm, JC straightens Jesse's leg at the knee which causes a lot of pain for Jesse -- which is only multiplied as JC swings around and drops his right elbow right across the knee of Jesse with an elbow drop. He transitions from that, to grapevining the right leg of Williams and wrenching upon his knee while sitting between his legs on the mat. Williams lays flat on the mat yelling in pain, with the referee right in his face. Williams extends his hand towards the ropes, coming up short -- but he digs his finger tips into the canvas and starts inching his way to the ropes. JC tries his best to keep a hold of Williams, but as the fans get more and more behind him Jesse makes greater progress. He reaches out, about to grab he ropes when JC releases the knee wrench and grabs a hold of Jesse's feet -- dragging him along his back again into the center of the ring. Falcoon - JC is going to town. Dunn - Williams is going to be in a lot of trouble. JC crosses Williams' right leg and places his right ankle into the curve of his left knee, before wrapping his arms through the gap in Jesse's legs and hooking Williams' left knee under his arm pit. Greene - Texas Cloverleaf! Dunn - This is the trouble I speak of. JC tries to roll Williams over, but Jesse fights it with everything he has in his system. He tries kicking his legs, planting his hands on the mat and shifting his weight away from JC's turn -- but begins to lose intensity. JC is finally able to roll Williams over his shoulder, and down onto his chest, finally locking in the Texas Cloverleaf. Williams rears his head up, yelling in pain with both of his arms extended outwards towards the ropes. With them being so far, Williams buries his head into the mat and bites the bullet. He presses his palms upon the mat, pushing his upper body up from the mat -- which only wrenches upon his legs even further. Trying to gain the leverage seems to be working for Jesse, and JC is nearly bent completely over with Jesse forcing him to that position. Falcoon - Look at Jesse's legs. He can't hold on much longer. With a burst of strength, Williams flings his legs free and sends JC flopping down upon the mat. Jesse holds his right knee in severe pain, while JC brushes himself off as he stands up and heads back over towards Jesse. Again he grabs a hold of Jesse's right leg, but Williams rolls over and brings the sole of his boot directly into JC's face three straight times -- which is how many times it takes for JC to be sent down to a knee. Williams grabs onto the ropes, desperately trying to get up to his feet to keep a hold of the advantage but proves his right leg can't hold much weight. Jesse uses the ropes alone to pull himself up to his left leg, while JC is able to get back to his senses and begin to head back towards Williams. As soon as Jesse stands up, JC pummels him with a right haymaker to the right forehead -- following it up with an upswinging right elbow that nails Jesse directly under his chin and hangs him backwards over the top rope. With his chest exposed, JC steps next to Jesse and nails a single knife edge chop, following it by grabbing a hold of Jesse around his neck and executing a snapmare takedown -- with Jesse rolling up up to a seated position. Standing directly behind Williams, JC winds his leg up and impacts the entire length of Jesse's back with a kick from his knee to the sole of his boot. Dunn - Oh man, Jesse may not be walking after that. Greene - He barely can now. Falcoon - Barely walking and not walking are two different things. Williams slumps over onto his right side, as JC drops to his knees and presses Williams flat to his back. Falcoon - JC going for the first pin attempt. Dunn - Another smart move. The referee slides into place as JC hooks the leg...1...2...kickout by Jesse. The fans cheer, but JC presses on seeming oblivious of their presence. Jesse begins lifting himself up, but JC picks up his usual routine as he drags Jesse up -- this time by his arm. Keeping a hold of his right arm, JC slips behind Jesse and locks him into a tight abdominal stretch -- but only for a moment before swinging Jesse upwards to a front powerslam position over his shoulder. JC steps forward, but Williams is able to slide down behind JC. As Williams' legs hit the mat, his right knee buckles and he drops down to a kneeling position -- which is lucky for him, because at that same time JC spins around looking for a wide armed clothesline. After the miss, running on adrenaline alone, Jesse leaps up from the mat and drives both of his feet to the face of JC with a dropkick -- sending the unsuspecting JC down to his back with a sharp fall. As Jesse begins pulling himself up, he keeps all of his weight on his left leg while using the balls of his right foot to keep balance. Greene - Jesse is hurting a lot. Dunn - It may not matter if he wins the match. He could walk out the loser. Jesse staggers to the ropes, holding on for further balance while JC begins to get up to his feet. Williams bends his knee, working it out a bit on his own while JC approaches -- but as he gets in striking distance, Williams delivers a toe kick with his damaged right leg. He winces, but JC is taken by surprise from the kick from the right leg and Jesse's momentum carries him on. Williams strikes JC across the brow with a hooking forearm, standing him straight up. Jesse then unleashes an elbow strike across the right side of JC's neck, which dazes him for a moment -- allowing Williams to slip around behind JC's back, grabbing him around his abdomen with a reverse waist lock. Williams tries to lift JC, but his knee still isn't recovered enough. Falcoon - Williams is looking for the German Suplex. Greene - His knee can't do it. Williams tries again, but is still unable to suplex the dazed JC. He begins to come to, and starts to wiggle free -- when Jesse slides his left arm up and locks JC in a half-nelson. Using his grip around the waist and the arm of JC, Jesse manages to muster up the strength to toss JC over his head with a Half-Nelson Suplex that dumps him right on top of his head. The fans are shaking the arena to its core -- as even the cameras are trembling. Dunn - He needed that extra grip and he killed JC with it! Both JC and Williams lay on the mat, gasping for air with the referee bouncing between the two men to check on them. Jesse slides onto his left side, adjusting the knee brace on his right knee before pulling himself up to a kneeling position on his left knee solely. JC pulls himself up to his knees and elbows, with his hands clasped around the back of his head in pain -- yet he picks his knees up into his chest, and begins lifting himself up as well. Jesse gets up to his wobbily legs, waiting for JC to pull himself up which Williams has no patience for. He walks towards JC, grabbing a hold of him by his hair and yanking him up to his feet -- where JC gets a burst of energy and attempts a short elbow strike that Jesse is prepared for. Jesse ducks under the shot, and waits for JC to turn around -- then he crushes him with a Superkick right to the jaw that stumbles JC around. He hangs his arms over the top rope, trying to keep himself from hitting the mat -- but Jesse comes up from behind and butterflies both of JC's arms behind his back as he pulls him from the ropes. Williams backs up a bit, before flinging JC like deadweight over his head with a release Tiger Suplex that inflicts more damage on the head and neck of JC. Falcoon - Jesse is working JC over now. Greene - Williams is very strong, and he knows what is at stake. Dunn - Nobody could expect JC to dominate a majority of the match. Williams lifts himself up, catching his breath and adjusting his knee brace under his jeans again. JC begins to push himself up, which prompts Jesse to continue up to his feet. He sits back, allowing JC the time to get up to his feet on his own will. He finally does so, and looks at Jesse across the ring with a fire in his eyes. The two men slowly head towards one another, meeting in the middle of the ring in a staredown that disintegrates into fistcuffs quickly. JC strikes first with a quick jab to the brow of Williams, but Jesse strikes at JC's right thigh with a shin kick from his left leg. JC responds with a short elbow, while Jesse chooses to kick at the side of JC's right knee -- sending him into a bit of a gimp. After JC winces off the pain, he nails his third strike -- a forearm shot that sends blood flowing from Jesse's nose. Williams is slightly phased, but retaliates -- by faking a leg kick, and as JC goes to block he steps right into a roundhouse kick that sends him down to the mat. As Williams stands tall the fans give a loud ovation showing their approval, while Williams drops down to the mat and covers JC, with the referee in place to make the count...1...2...kickout. Falcoon - Jesse knows how to work a match like this, and he's trying to wear JC down. Dunn - I think it is his best shot of winning. Greene - With his knee damaged, speed sure won't be an advantage. From the back, Greg Jackson heads out from behind the curtain and steps out onto the stage. The fans are cheering him as he slowly stalks down to the ring, watching as both JC and Williams are struggling to get themselves up to their feet, with Jesse's adrenaline wearing out. Falcoon - Greg wasn't full from all that cereal? Dunn - I can't tell you why he's out here. Greene - He does have a beef with JC and Williams. Williams gets up to his feet, staring at JC and yelling at him to stand up -- with both men completely oblivious of Greg Jackson standing at ringside. Once JC stumbles up to his feet, Jesse heads towards the ropes nearest to the entrance ramp -- and Jackson extends his arms in and grabs a hold of Jesse's legs under the bottom rope. Dunn - Oh, I get it now. Greg releases Jesse's legs, and Williams turns around to shout at Jackson who backs off. Meanwhile, JC has gotten up to his feet and waits directly behind Jesse -- who turns his attention back to JC, spinning around and stepping into his shoulder. He lifts Williams up into a standing firemans carry and walks to the center of the ring. Falcoon - He's got Jesse! JC spins Williams around, nailing a sit-out Spinebuster ring in the middle of the ring. Greene - Soilitare Unraveling! JC falls back, unable to make the cover immediately. Once JC begins to roll over towards Jesse, the referee hits the mat in preparation. JC collapses across the chest of Jesse. Dunn - JC's going to win! The referee makes the count...1...2...thr- KICKOUT! Falcoon - My god, that was close. Greene - He just kicked out of the Solitare Unraveling. Dunn - Greg Jackson will get no assist on that one. Falcoon - He sure did try. JC slams his fists on the mat, and pulls himself up to his feet looking absolutely enraged. Greg Jackson disappears up the ramp, seeing JC looking angry and still not noticing Greg out there. JC turns to Jesse, grabbing him by the back of his head and drags him up to his feet. Williams can barely stand, and he isn't aided by JC who brings a lifting knee to his sternum, bending Williams over to catch his breath. JC seizes his opportunity, stepping in and wrapping Jesse around the neck with a front face lock. He tosses the right arm of Williams over his head, and positions himself in the middle of the ring. JC hoists Williams into the air, holding him vertically before sitting out and driving the head and neck of Jesse directly into the mat with a Brainbuster. After the impact, JC doesn't go for a pin nor does he release the suplex hold -- as he rolls himself and Jesse back up, lifting Williams back up into a vertical suplex position. Falcoon - JC is possessed. He holds Jesse for a few seconds longer this time, letting the blood rush to his head, before sitting out again and delivering a second straight Brainbuster. Once more JC keeps the suplex hold, rolling up to his feet and dragging Jesse there before once again lifting him up into the air. Dunn - He's more than possessed. Greene - He's on a mission and he won't stop until he beats Jesse. He holds Jesse upside down for even longer than before, but Jesse kicks his legs and is able to float back down into the original suplex position. In an act of desperation, Jesse uses his last bits of strength to pull JC up into the air with a vertical suplex position of his own -- twisting JC around so he faces Jesse while in the suplex position. Greene - Reversal from Jesse! Williams holds JC over his right shoulder and sits out -- driving JC's head and neck directly into the mat beside both of Jesse's legs. Williams clutches his right leg in pain, while JC lays motionless on the mat. Dunn - J-Dubz Driver I! Greene - He just has to make the cover now! Falcoon - That's easier said than done. The fans are going absolutely insane as the referee positions himself once Jesse begins to roll over JC's chest. Dunn - The pin! Williams collapses on JC, and the referee administers the count...1...2...thr- KICKOUT! Falcoon - WHAT THE! Dunn - Jesse looks shocked! The fans don't know what to do, as they remain silent from being completely stunned that Jesse didn't get the win. Jesse doesn't argue with the referee, as he chooses to dig his head into the mat and try to summon and strength left while catching his breath. The fans finally come back to life, cheering for Jesse even louder now. Williams begins to try to pull himself to his feet, grabbing a hold of JC and struggling to pull him up as well. The two men struggle as they reach their feet, with JC breaking Jesse's grasp and elbowing him right in the throat. Jesse stumbles backwards, gasping for air with his eye still locked on JC. JC screams outloud and runs back at Jesse, clotheslining him with such force he is sent back against the ropes. He runs back, and JC attempts another clothesline -- but Williams ducks and wraps his arms around JC's torso. In one fluid motion, Williams executes a German Suplex -- bridging his back while keeping JC's shoulders pinned to the mat. The referee slides in to make the count...1...2...JC is able to roll through, and Williams springs up to his feet. He runs at JC -- who connects with a big boot across the face of Jesse, sending him down to his back in a flash. Falcoon - He dismanted Skotty Surph and Jared Wave with that. Dunn - He just claimed Jesse, as well. JC falls on top of Williams, with the referee dropping and making the count...1...2...kickout by Jesse! The roar from the fans, and Jesse not staying down send JC over the edge as he grabs Jesse by the hair with his left hand. He yanks him up to his unsteady feet, only to send him right back with with another vicious clothesline. Jesse hits the mat, but JC immediately lifts him right back up by his hair. He rears his right arm back once more, swinging it forward but Jesse is able to hook it and lock the larger JC into a Full Nelson. Williams uses the remaining power in his legs to execute a Dragon Suplex on JC -- including the help with the bridge to secure the pin. Greene - JC is down again! Falcoon - The count... The referee positions himself properly and begins the count...1...2...again JC is able to roll out and pull himself right back up to his feet. Jesse is not so quick to recover, as he stumbles to his feet and right into the waiting arms of JC. He sidesteps Jesse, lifting him up onto his shoulders with a standing firemans carry once again -- setting off a huge chorus of boo's. Dunn - Solitare Unraveling part two! Williams brings his right elbow across the side of JC's face, and swings himself down from JC's shoulders. He lands on his feet with a hold of JC in a front face lock, before lifting JC's arm and tossing it over his head. Williams immediately lifts JC up into the air, holding him for a second in a vertical suplex position. Greene - Scratch that, J-Dubz Driver I, part two! Williams looks to twist JC around, but the big man floats over and lands on his feet directly behind Jesse. He reaches between Jesse's legs and lifts him up onto his shoulders -- grabbing his head and holding Williams in a torture rack. Falcoon - You're both wrong, it's the first edition of the Jersey Driver! JC moves to the center of the ring, and is about to sit out -- when Jesse is able to shift his weight so he slides down the shoulders of JC and lands on his feet. Dunn - Damn, we suck. Greene - Sure do. Falcoon - No, we just have two world-class athletes in the ring right now. Dunn - You're right. This has been a hell of a match. Greene - For sure. As Williams turns around, JC pushes Jesse backwards into the turnbuckle -- following it up by running in and nailing a big boot directly to Jesse's face once again. Williams hands in the turnbuckle for a second, when JC again bends down and hoists Williams over his shoulder -- placing him on the top rope, sitting down facing the ring. JC climbs up, hooking Williams under his arms and lifting him up to the top rope. Again the two men stand on very unfirm ground, with JC wrapping his arms around the torso of Jesse. Falcoon - If he nails this suplex, it's over. Jesse pushes his hands up against the head of JC, then once he prys him away Williams nails a hard right elbow. JC keeps a hold on Jesse, with Williams again pushing JCs head away to get in a shot on his face. Greene - Jesse knows that this is it for him. Dunn - Do or die. JC still keeps the hold, but a third strike from Jesse not only breaks the hold -- but send JC flat to his back parallel to the corner, where he rolls past the center of the ring and a good distance from the corner he was propelled from. Jesse still stands tall, looking down at JC with the fans in the US Airways Center ready to explode. Falcoon - Can he hit the Swanton and finish off JC? Dunn - I don't know, he's pretty far away! Williams leaps off the top rope, flipping again at a high angle towards the fallen JC. Once again, JC rolls over completely onto his back, towards the corner Jesse leaps from -- avoiding the Swanton. But Jesse adjusts again, and as Williams' shoulders hit the mat past JC, he allows his momentum to carry him into a roll and onto his feet. Once planting his feet, Jesse springboards to the opposite corner from where he just leaped -- with his back to JC who lays in the middle of the ring unaware of Jesse being up top. Greene - JC MOVED! BUT JESSE'S UP AGAIN! Williams leaps off, rotating himself around an executing a Corkscrew 450 Splash on JC. The fans explode, with the arena being filled with cheers and applause as Jesse crashes onto JC. Falcoon - Phoenix Splash! Williams remains on top of JC as the referee slides in and makes the count...1...2...3! Missy Janson - The winner of this match and STILL OWF World Heavyweight Champion... JESSE WIIIIILLIAMS! Falcoon - Williams retains again! Greene - Even though Jackson tried costing him the match, Jesse prevailed. Dunn - JC put up a hell of a fight. Falcoon - That is for sure. Williams is handed the OWF World Title by the referee and his arm is held up to a furious cheering response from the crowd. Dunn - It's getting to the point you have to wonder if anyone can beat Jesse. Falcoon - That's a question for another day. Greene - Show is over? Falcoon - Unfortunately, we are out of time. We'll see you all on December 1st for Monday Addiction! Dunn - Goodnight from Arizona! Williams steps up into the corner, holding the World Title over his head as the feed fades to the OWF logo, and then to black. |
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