Just inside the lobby of the Sheraton Sioux Falls & Convention Center, OWF wrestlers mingle about as they hitch rides to the Sioux Falls Arena a few hours before Addiction. A man wearing dark sunglasses and a black ballcap, pressed down over his blondish-brown hair, squirms through the crowd with a cell phone pressed firmly to his ear.

Man - Ahh, I'm alright .. Feeling the after effects of the Equalizer Match .. Yeah, but I outsmarted her and that is that .. You got to listen for a second, if I can't get to him inside the arena, Nick, I'll get to him here and make sure I tell him ... What was the message? I know what it was! You think I forgot already? ... I'm going up there and I'm going to tell him to stay away from you ... What else? I don't know. You tell me. ... Okay ... So that's it -- stay away from you and this is the final warning? ... perfect! ... Uh huh! Oh man, great, great. Just a second.

The man stops and uses his free hand to pull out a pen. Holding his cell phone between his ear and shoulder, he writes down a room number on his palm. As the camera pans around, it becomes apparent the man is NLW's Josh Allen. He's shaved more fur from his face than usual, and the light hair changed from the solid black completely changed his look. With the ballcap and glasses, he was practically unnoticeable to others.

Josh Allen - K.... Nope, I haven't seen him down in the lobby yet, so I would assume he's still here. Call me back in about 10 minutes and I'll tell you how it went ... Yep, later ... Don't worry, I'll give him the message!

Josh flips his cell phone shut and looks around.

Josh Allen - .. Considering I have a message of my own for little 'ol Jesse.

Josh puts his hands together and cracks his knuckles as a smaller Japanese man -- looking quite familiar to Josh -- brushes by him and rushes outside to catch a car. Josh enters a glass elevator and travels several stories up. He exits and walks down a hallway, using a floor plan posted on the wall to find room 238. Josh locates the room and looks around. He turns the knob, but of course the door is locked. He pauses to think and prepares to knock, but a passing maid bumps into him with her cart.

Maid - Oh, excuse me!

Josh sighs, but quickly grabs a small pack of peanuts atop her cart. She looks him over but travels on down the hallway. Josh sticks them in his pocket and finally pounds loudly on the door. He backs away, but stretches his right hand and index finger to cover the peep hole. It opens.

Sarah Perry - Can I help you?

Josh is stunned. He removes his sunglasses and stuffs them into his jeans.

Josh Allen - I uh, I ... is Jesse around?

Sarah Perry - You're not one of Trent Steel's friends, are you?

Josh Allen - Trent Steel? I fucking hate that guy.

Sarah looks back inside the room and shakes her head no.

Sarah Perry - Jesse left a while ago for the arena. Can I help you with something?

Josh Allen - Oh I uh ... no, I mean I ... uh, long story. Basically I was just talking to Nick James, and he said I might find Jesse here, that's all.

Sarah smiles and comes to life at the mention of Nick's name.

Sarah Perry - Nick?! You spoke to Nick? Who are you?

Josh pulls his cap off and brushes his hair back. He extends his hand and paints a tantelizing grin across his face.

Josh Allen - I'm uh, I'm a friend. Listen, I have to run but it was so nice to meet you.

Sarah smiles at Josh a bit shyly, hoping to get his name before he leaves.

Sarah Perry - WAIT!

Josh spins and begins heading off, keeping his eyes on her while glancing back over his shoulder.

Sarah Perry - Is Nicholas okay? Can you tell him I say Hello.

Josh Allen - Yeah, he's fine. And uh, sure... Bye!

Allen continues walking on, responding to Sarah who is still a random stranger to Josh, looking away from her and onward down the hallway.

Sarah Perry - So should I tell Jesse you stopped by, then, Mr. ....

Josh, several doors down the hall already, calls back to her.

Josh Allen - No ma'am, but thank you. I'll catch up with Jesse later. Just got a little catching up to do, is all.

Josh punched the down arrow on the elevator and waited for it to arrive. This woman was quite beautiful, something Josh couldn't force out of his mind. But who was she? He shook his head, trying to get her out, as his cell phone rang. He looked at the call ID.

Josh Allen - Hey Nick! ... Nah, crazy bastard was already gone to the arena. To my surprise, however, there was this beautiful woman who answered his door. I swear man, I wanted a piece of Jesse, but when I saw this woman's dark red hair, I ... hell, I admit, that evil Joshie inside melted for a moment.... She was hot as hell, but listen, I'm gonna go ahead and leave town. Missed this opportunity, but you can rest assured I'll be back next Addiction.... yeah, some Ak...Ark... Akeema dude or something. Never heard of him, but that's OK. I'm not picky.... why are you laughing? Hey! Don't --

But the phone went dead. Josh stepped back into the lobby and exited the building, yelling for a cab.

In the backstage area we catch up with Greg Jackson walking through the hallway. He turns a corner, and all of a sudden, Greg has to dodge a DILDO that’s been hurled towards him!

Greg Jackson - WHAT THE HELL?!

Of course, Jason Chase is the one who threw the dildo. He walks up to Greg and picks up the dildo behind him, which fell to the ground after hitting the wall.

Jason Chase - Sorry, just doing target practice.

Greg Jackson - Don’t wanna know. Excuse me.

Jason Chase - Big match tonight. Good luck.

Greg Jackson - …Thanks.

Greg goes to leave, but Jason stops him.

Jason Chase - You know, I know we got off on the wrong dildo. But I’d like to help you.

Greg Jackson - You? Wanna help me?

Jason Chase - Yeah, I got a lot of respect for you after that Dildo on a Pole Match. And I’d be happy to give you some advice on how to beat Jesse.

Greg Jackson - I’m sorry, but how are you supposed to be of any use when it comes to beating Jesse? I’ve gone toe to toe with Jesse twice. How about you? What could you tell me that I don’t already know?

Jason Chase - How quickly everyone forgets that I, Jason Chase, have BEATEN Jesse Williams!

Greg Jackson - …You serious? Was this a LONG time ago? Or was I just not paying attention?

Jason Chase - I remember it like it was two weeks ago… because it was two weeks ago. That was the day that I beat Jesse Williams, the World Champion HIMSELF!

Greg Jackson - You fucknut, that was a 6 man tag match! And Joe Cool beat Akira! That’s totally different!

Jason Chase - It’s still a win. I guess you had to be there to truly grasp what was happening.

Greg Jackson - I WAS there! I was on your fucking team! I was stuck with two JC’s! God… get outta my way…

Greg begins to walk away.

Jason Chase - I’m a fortune teller you know.

Greg Jackson - Fuck off…

Jason Chase - I could see the future and tell you of what will happen in your matches with Jesse Williams…

Greg Jackson - …Really? No… that’s stupid.

Jason Chase - Believe what you want, but what could it hurt?

Greg appears interested, albeit a little leery, as the scene cuts away to the Addiction intro.

A video package flickers on across the screen, showing the new breed of the OWF.

Press on these tannins
They double in time
The touch of life, once failed to mention so far

Of course the law is fountains
Or face to face remorse
A fast and restless blackmail
Like pent-up fetish force

The video shows highlights of the past year in the OWF, dating up to the latest events at Blood Bath and recent Addictions.

You're right, I get it
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let's all live in your imaginary life

Do you want enough?
Do you want it all?
Should you need it at all?
Takes a minute to see
Do you want enough?
Do you want it all?
Should you need it at all?
Do you want it or not?

As the vocals fade out, the logo of the OWF is fixated on the screen before fading out to black.

A video package plays on the OWF Tron, while "I Get It" by Chevelle kicks over the Speakers of the Sold Out Sioux Falls Arena, as the fans jump to their feet -- with pyrotechnics shooting off all over the stage. The rowdy fans nearly match the sound output from the speakers and the exploding fireworks -- but are still drowned out. The cameras pan around the darkened arena, getting dim shots of the fans who are preparing for a night of OWF action. After fifteen seconds, or so, the fireworks cease and the house lights come up across the arena. Finally the fans are fully heard, completely drowning out the music as the entire arena begins a chant of "O-W-F! O-W-F!". The thick fog hangs over the ring from the fireworks, as the music slowly fades out and all that is left is the sound of the cheering fans.

Falcoon - AAAAAAHHOOOO! Welcome to the first Addiction of December!

Dunn - Yeah. Where's my holiday bonus?

The camera feed cuts to a shot of the announcers booth, where we see the two regulars in Gordie Falcoon and James Dunn sitting side-by-side, with Garrett Greene next to James filling out the three-man team.

Greene - Yes, I'm still here.

Dunn - When the hell is Jackie having that kid?

Falcoon - I don't know, but it's Gregs.

Dunn - Really?

Falcoon - Really.

Dunn - I was being sarcastic, asshole.

Greene - Will you two shut up? The OWF is coming off of a great PPV, and we have two title matches tonight -- yet you two are going to bicker? Stop being girls.

Falcoon - You stop being a girl!

Dunn - Tell 'em Gordie!

Falcoon - And plus, we're also coming off of the NLW PPV -- Turbulence.

Dunn - And Turbulence didn't go so hot for the OWF.

Falcoon - Greg wasn't able to win the Anarchy X Title against Jin Royale and The Ice Man. I was upset with that.

Greene - And Steel couldn't reclaim the OWF PDA Title -- but I think the OWF fans love having Phoenix as their champ.

Dunn - That's hardly a loss, at all. I'd consider that a win.

Falcoon - And the defector, X-Terminator, retained over JC to reclaim his NLW Legacy Championship.

Dunn - Oh well. What can you do?

Greene - Just seems like the OWF hasn't been going over so well with the whole interfederation stuff.

Falcoon - Also Trent Steel hasn't been heard of since Shit Happens. What we do know is that he was admitted into a hospital following those burns from the fireball.

Dunn - Yeah. He's been having it rough. His tag team partner turned on him.

Greene - Well with any luck we'll at least hear from Trent Steel tonight.

"The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits the PA System, as the fans all jump to their feet to catch a glimpse of President Chase Johnson as he walks through the curtains and onto the stage.

Greene - But first, Mr. President.

He receives a warm reception, coming to a stop at the mouth of the ramp before pulling a microphone out of the pocket of his jeans. His music fades out -- and he lifts the microphone to his mouth, and begins to speak.

Prez CJ - I only have two things to address right now, and they are major announcements concerning our relationship with NLW.

The fans boo.

Prez CJ - Hear me out. First off, in coordinated efforts, Jack Sullivan signed over the rights to book the December 12th Uprising -- to me. And in return, I granted him the rights to book Next Week's Addiction. So that's right, send all hate mail to Jack Sullivan when things end up going down the shitter.

The fans laugh a bit.

Prez CJ - But more importantly, Today, I reached another agreement with Jack Sullivan and we have come to terms on an Interpromotional Event -- titled Collision Course.

CJ pauses -- but the fans remain silent, eagerly anticipating more news.

Prez CJ - It will take place on December 14th, from the Superdome in New Orleans, Louisiana -- and we have booked the entire card. The Lost Soul and Trent Steel will meet up in a Steel Cage Match, where there will be no more running for either of them. You will see The Phoenix and X-Terminator duking it out to settle their problems -- in a Christmas Tree Match Qualifier... In addition, former OWF staple Nick James, will be facing off against Moxie Roxie's attacker in JC, so Nick can settle the score for the woman he loves.

The fans break out into a chant of "Va-cant! Va-cant!", which CJ completely ignores.

Prez CJ - Two men who will face off tonight in Specter and Drake Munday will take on the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions in Vernon Somoza and Porta Prince -- so we can bring those belts home.

The fans explode into cheers, but CJ speaks over them.

Prez CJ - Oh, but the best is yet to come. See, you're going to get to see two men finally get their hands on one another. After weeks of build, and encounters -- two LEGENDS are going to show down.

Falcoon - I can't wait for Allen and Willi--

Prez CJ - Jack Sullivan, the President of the NLW will face... a returning ... CHASE JOHNSON!

The fans are shocked and remain silent.

Dunn - What? He's coming back to the ring?

Greene - I didn't see that coming.

Prez CJ - That's right. Sullivan Vs Johnson, one on one. Oh, and did I forget to mention the Main Event -- the new NLW World Heavyweight Champion Josh Allen and the OWF World Heavyweight Champion Jesse Williams facing off, one on one. No titles on the line. We will finally get to see those two get into the ring together, and beat out their pent up aggressions.

The fans cheers are now deafening at this point.

Dunn - That's quite the card.

Falcoon - I can't believe this is happening.

CJ looks to finish off his statements.

Prez CJ - That's all for now. Please enjoy the show.

He turns back to the entrance way and exits through the curtains, as the fans continue cheering as loudly as they were after the initial announcement.

Greene - So once and for all, the NLW and the OWF will settle their score.

Dunn - I just hope I have a job once all of the shit stops flying.

Falcoon - I think we'll be alright.

Dunn - Don't be so sure.

From ringside, next to the announcers booth, Missy Janson pulls herself from her seated position in her steel chair at the time keepers table -- holding a microphone in her right hand. She steps along the concrete floor, making her way to the base of the steel ring steps and taking her time in ascending them.

Falcoon - We'll worry about Collision Course when that time comes.

Greene - There isn't much we can do to turn the tides.

Dunn - We may have to rely on our side to return our belts.

Greene - ..And to win the two biggest matches of the night on December 14th.

Missy places both soles of her feet upon the outside ring apron, parting the middle rope downward away from the top and stepping through -- stepping into the ring and heading for the middle of the squared circle.

Dunn - Enough of this depressing talk.

Falcoon - Yeah. Let's send it to Missy to get this show on the road.

The fans begin to quiet down, taking notice of Missy as she stands firm in the center of the ring -- facing the live feed. She brings her right hand, holding the microphone, up to her mouth and softly begins her introductions.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen it is time for the first match of the night!

The fans cheer, standing from their seats and staring into the ring.

Missy Janson - It is scheduled for a one fall... Coming to the ring first, from Sakurai, Nara, Japan... Akira Kanemura!

PA System - If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son...I got 99 Problems and Bitch ain't one!!

"99 Problems" by Jay-Z hits the speakers, which will always send the fans to their feet. Slowly through the curtains, Akira Kanemura appears with a stern look upon his face. The fans remain mostly emotionless as the newcomer to both the OWF and the USA trots down the ramp. Upon his face is a wide smirk, taking in all of his surroundings. He slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, quickly pacing towards his corner. He leans his back up against the turnbuckle and removes his dogtag chain, laying it on the mat. His music begins to fade, so Akira begins to stretch his legs out to prepare for his match.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, 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. Missy leaves the ring, and the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Akira immediately runs across the ring, only to be caught with a huge clothesline from Morella -- sending Kanemura flat to his back. Tommy grabs a hold of the much smaller Akira, hoisting him up to his feet by the fistfulls of hair he holds upon his head. Once there he releases Akira, pushing him back up against the ropes. Akira stumbles forward, right into a over head Belly to Belly Suplex from Tommy "The Ox" -- sending Akira crashing to his back half way across the ring. Kanemura lays in pain, while Morella picks himself up to his feet and heads towards the fallen Akira. He reaches down, grabbing Akira by his right arm and dragging him up to his feet. Without any hesitation, Tommy fires a short right jab that connects with the bridge of Akira's nose, sending him down to a knee. Tommy steps back, waiting for Kanemura to step back to his feet -- only to take him down with a roaring elbow.

Falcoon - Wow, Tommy is here to do damage.

Greene - Akira is out.

Tommy drags Akira off the mat again, lifting him over his shoulder only to flatten him flat upon his back with a Spinebuster. Instead of going for the pin, Tommy stands up and acknowledges the booing crowd. He flips a few fans off, with Akira laying motionless in the middle of the ring.

Dunn - I think Garrett is right.

The referee tries to check in on Akira, but Morella pushes him out of the way. He lifts Akira's lifeless body up, picking him up in a bodyslam and laying Kanemura over his shoulder. He swings him forward, executing a front powerslam -- right into a Dragon Sleeper. Kanemura doesn't fight as Tommy "The Ox" lifts Akira up into a Reverse DDT position, but instead flips Akira over his head with a reverse Suplex. He rolls Akira over, locking in a Triangle hold around the neck of Akira.

Falcoon - He calls that the Shot in the Dark.

Dunn - It's quite a move, but Akira is out.

The referee comes in, checking on Akira and immediately calling for the bell.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match by referee stoppage... Tommy "The Ox" Morella!

Falcoon - Nice little victory for Tommy The Ox.

Dunn - Very little, at that. He just beat the hell out of Akira.

Tommy doesn't release the triangle hold, continuing to choke the life out of Akira. The referee tries pulling Tommy off of him, but it seems to be no use. The bell is rung a few more times, as the boo's become deafening -- yet Tommy "The Ox" Morella seems more enraged as the seconds pass.

Greene - C'mon stop this!

To a huge ovation, Jesse Williams runs out from the back with a slight limp in his step. He slides into the ring, and Tommy immediately releases Kanemura -- rolling out to avoid Jesse.

Falcoon - Williams is here!

Dunn - Look at Morella run!

Jesse begins helping Akira up in the ring to a loud applause.

Greene - I guess Jesse is helping Kanemura for his help on the last Addiction.

Meanwhile on the ramp T-Money and Rockstar head out from the back. Rockstar hangs back, while T-Money heads for Morella. As he charges at Tommy, the two meet as Tommy side steps T-Money at the top of the ramp and clotheslines him right down to the steel.

Greene - What's going on here now?

Rockstar walks over, as T-Money cowers backstage in obvious pain. Rockstar walks over to Tommy, and the two engage in a staredown.

Falcoon - Morella just took out his friend, and Rockstar seems to have a problem with that.

Rockstar extends his hand, and to the shock of the fans Morella shakes it. Rockstar and Tommy "The Ox" Morella hold up their arms at the top of the stage, before departing once they see Williams helping Akira up the ramp.

Dunn - I guess Rockstar is trimming the fat of New Blood.

The cameras cut backstage, with Specter grinning inches from the camera. As he backs up, the newly dubbed Sin City Spotlight Championship appears around his waist.

Specter - Howdy, fucktards. Have I got a treat for you. Tonight is the debut of-

Drake Munday - What's up?

Drake Munday steps in from off camera, giving a sincere greeting to his mentor of choice.

Specter - I'm trying to debut my awesome new Sin City Spotlight Wheel O' Match Stipulations.

Drake Munday - Awesome. I'll help.

With a sigh, Specter steps back, revealing half of a garishly decorated wheel. After a few seconds, he signals Drake to move back as well in order to reveal the other half. With a pointer at the top and a collection of odd match types all around, Specter's wheel stands as a monument to half-assed booking.

Specter - Bear in mind, this is just a prototype. As I build my streak week in and week out, I'll also refine the wheel. This version gets the idea across pretty well.

Drake Munday - Looks kind of like a third grader's science project.

Specter - I built this fucking thing myself. You think you can do any better?

Drake Munday - Well-

Specter - Quiet. It's wheel time. Here's the deal. I'm going to spin this thing, it's going to land on some stipulations, which will then be applied to my match with Drake for the belt tonight.

Drake Munday - Can I spin it?

Specter - Rule number one - The guy with the belt spins it. Haven't you ever heard of a championship advantage?

With that said, Specter grabs the wheel and gives it a spin, blending the stipulations together in a blur of centripetal force.

Specter - If it's an inferno match, I walk.

Drake Munday - C'mon, Taipei Deathmatch!

Giving Drake a look of slight disgust, Specter returns his attention to the wheel as it eases to a stop on the acronym CYAO.

Specter - CYAO. That's a Cheat Your Ass Off Match, Drake.

Drake Munday - What's that, Specter?

Specter - Allow me to explain. And I'll go slow so all our wonderful fans can keep up. A Cheat Your Ass Of Match means that I-

Drake Munday - You.

Specter - The defending champion-

Drake Munday - Right.

Specter - Is allowed to cheat to his heart's content in the match.

Drake Munday - What's that mean for me?

Specter - Jack shit. You've still got to pin me or make me submit according to OWF rules. Good luck with that.

Drake Munday - So, let me get this straight. I have to play fair while you get to do whatever you have to in order to keep that belt.

Specter - That sums it up pretty nicely. Them's the breaks, kiddo. You gamble, sometimes you lose. See you in the ring, Drake.

The feed cuts back to the announcers booth, with all three men looking right into the camera.

Falcoon - So that is the added stipulation to this belt.

Dunn - Sure will make for exciting TV.

Greene - Not for Munday.

Dunn - He should be happy he is getting a second shot!

Falcoon - His first was a gimme match.

Dunn - So? Some people don't even get that!

Next to the announcers booth, Missy Janson stands up from the time keepers table with a microphone planted firmly in the grasp of her right hand. She heads off towards the steel ring steps, with the feed following her trek.

Falcoon - Regardless, it looks like Specter is going to look to give Munday a hands-on welcome to the Title scene here.

Greene - Poor kid has worked his tail off.

Dunn - He should learn from things like this.

Missy ascends the steel steps with no problem, stepping onto the ring apron for only a moment before stepping through the ropes to enter the ring.

Falcoon - Lets see what Drake has learned so far and send it to Missy for introductions.

Missy makes her way to the center of the ring, much to the approval of the fans in attendance who are all up on their feet. She brings the microphone up to her mouth, and begins her announcements.

Missy Janson - The following matchup is a Cheat Your Ass Off Match -- and it is for the OWF Sin City Spotlight Championship!

A slew of hoots and hollers come from the crowd, who all seem generally excited for the title match.

Missy Janson - The champion will have a No Disqualification rule placed over all of his actions -- while the challenger will have to fight the match by normal rules.

After stating the rules, the fans give a mild hum of approval.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the challenger -- 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.

Falcoon - So Munday gets his second shot at gold.

Dunn - Technically his first.

Greene - That last one was him just laying down for Specter.

Dunn - Now he's going to have to actually suffer though an ass kicking.

Missy Janson - And his opponent. From Las Vegas, Nevada... He is the reigning OWF Sin City Spotlight Champion... Here is 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. 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.

Falcoon - Specter finally changed the name of the belt.

Greene - Now lets see how long he holds it for.

Missy exits the ring, with the OWF Sin City Spotlight Title, as the referee awaits her to reach her seat -- then calling for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Specter motions for Drake to come at him, and he does. Once Drake comes close enough, Specter hits the mat and executes a drop toe hold to Munday -- locking him into a sharp ankle lock. Drake grabs a hold of the ropes, but Specter doesn't break the hold.

Falcoon - Munday forgot that Specter is allowed to do anything he wants.

Munday yells in pain as the referee is forced to sit back and watch, when he steps in and checks on Drake. This prompts Specter to release the hold, burst to his feet, and get in the face of the referee -- shoving him back as he pushes him across his chest. Specter turns his attention back to Munday, who lays on his back holding his leg in pain. Specter looks to take advantage, walking over towards the head of Munday and bending down to pick him back to his feet. As Specter drops his guard, Munday hooks Specters head and rolls him through into a pinfall circumstance -- with the referee sliding in and making the count...1...2...Specter rolls out of it and pulls himself back to the ropes, watching as Drake picks himself up to his feet looking unharmed.

Dunn - Specter better be careful.

Greene - He can't take Drake lightly, or else he's going to pay for it.

From his knees, Specter lifts himself back up and begins to circle the ring -- as Munday follows in suit in the opposite direction, keeping both men across the ring from one another. The distance between the two grows smaller and smaller, before they meet and look to lock up -- with Specter ducking around back behind Munday and nailing a blunt elbow to the back of his head. He spins the dazed Drake around, nailing a swinging left forearm to follow up the elbow which keeps Drake at bay for a few more seconds while he tries to regain his senses. Specter winds up, and looks for a haymaker with his right hand which Drake ducks. As he steps under the strike, Munday heads off towards the ropes at full speed and turns so he can bounce off back-first. Specter turns around, to see Drake Munday charging back at him with his right arm fully extended out at a ninety degree angle. Munday swings his arm forward wildly towards the head of Specter, who telegraphs Drake's clothesline attempt and is able to hook his swinging right arm at the elbow. Before Drake knows it, Specter has chickenwinged his arm behind his leg and is in the process of grapevining his leg.

Falcoon - Prank Masturbation on Munday!

Dunn - Specter wants to end it quickly.

Munday fights out of it, kicking his right leg forward and freeing his arm -- but instead of darting away from Specter, he wraps his right arm around the throat of his opponent.

Greene - NO! Munday's going for The Darkness!

Specter is able to put his hands upon the back of Drake and push him away. As soon as Munday's hold around Specter's head is broken -- Specter hits the mat and rolls under the bottom rope. Taking a deep breath while placing both hands on the ring apron.

Falcoon - Specter almost got caught again.

Dunn - I dare say Munday brought his A-Game today.

Greene - He knew he would have to in order to have a shot.

Munday stands tall in the ring, with the fans beginning to get behind him and show support. Specter begins to circle the ring, with the attention of Munday and the referee firmly on him. Once it becomes Specter has no thought in re-entering the ring, Munday slides out under the bottom rope and heads for Specter. Immediately the referee begins to count Munday out, once his feet hit the floor.

Dunn - These rules suck for Drake.

1...2...3...

Specter skips over the steel steps, sprinting away from Drake who surprised him by joining him on the outside.

4...5...6...

Munday follows hot in pursuit, just a few steps behind Specter who circles around another side of the ring.

Greene - Munday has to watch that count!

7...8...

As Specter rounds the turnbuckle on the outside, he slides back into the ring and pulls himself to his feet.

9...

Drake rounds the turnbuckle, becomes aware of the count and dives back into the ring under the bottom rope.

Falcoon - That was close.

As he lays upon his chest, Specter walks over and begins repeatedly stomping the back of Drake with the sole of his right boot. Every time Munday seems on the verge of getting up to all fours, Specter lays a devastating boot to the small of his back -- flattening him upon his stomach once again. Specter finally stops with the boots, choosing to grab a hold of Drake by his legs and drag his body across the mat. Without flipping Munday over onto his back, Specter bends himself over and hooks both of the legs of Munday into his armpits -- pulling back and lifting Drake's legs up with him. Specter kneels across the back of Drake, locking in the High Angle Boston Crab in the middle of the ring.

Greene - That's it. Gesture of Friendship. Game over.

Falcoon - Munday really has nowhere to go.

Specter wrenches back as hard as he can, while Munday yells in pain -- refusing to give up no matter how many times the referee asks. A chant of "Mun-day! Mun-day!" breaks out in the crowd, which Specter takes note of while keeping the lock applied firmly. Drake digs his fingers into the mat, rolling himself off his shoulder and getting himself chest-first upon the mat. He begins crawling towards the nearest side of the ring, dragging Specter along with him -- who doesn't release or even loosen the submission move with Drake's movements. With Specter keeping the hold applied, Munday's crawling only brings him more pain and he is forced to stop only feet away from the ropes. He buries his head into the mat once more, with Specter yanking back on his legs with every drop of strength he has in his upper body. Drake yells in pain from the added pressure, and tries for a final time to reach the ropes.

Dunn - He doesn't realize that won't do anything. He's going to lose a career over his stubborness.

Munday inches his way closer, with Specter losing the battle of the leverage. Drake extends his arms out, only a foot or so away and once again places his hands on the mat. With his last burst of energy, he flops forward and grabs the ropes -- but again Specter doesn't break the hold.

Falcoon - What did Munday expect?

Drake yells in pain, when somehow he is able to free his legs and swing himself under the bottom rope and out to a standing position on the outside. He leans all of his weight upon his elbows on the ring apron, as he gains a standing ovation from the OWF crowd. Specter looks shocked, as he walks to the referee and demands he begin counting again -- even though he was just about to.

Greene - Specter has some attitude.

Dunn - Its a Cheat Your Ass Off Match. He's allowed to do it.

1...2...3...

Specter glares back at Drake, who has a hold of the ropes now and seems to be looking to get back into the ring.

4...5...6...

Falcoon - Drake is going to have to get in there and face the music.

He turns his attention to the roaring fans, and the chants of "Mun-day! Mun-day!" that echo through the arena.

7...8...

Specter stares back at Munday who has finally pulled himself onto the ring apron, and he approaches the corner nearest to where Munday entered. Using his hands, Specter fiddles with the top turnbuckle -- before removing the covering and exposing the metal turnbuckle.

Falcoon - I'm starting to think Munday should have just given up.

Drake pulls himself under the ropes, and up to his knees with his eyes on Specter who has discarded the padding. He turns back, and sees Munday staring at him which sends Specter directly towards him. Munday throws a right jab, connection with Specter's gut and stunning him for a moment -- allowing for Munday to get up to his unsteady feet. Drake nails another left jab, which dazes Specter a bit as he takes a step backward. Drake looks for a right hook, but Specter is able to throw up his left forearm and block the strike -- bringing a knee into the sternum of Drake. Placing both hands upon Munday's chest, Specter pushes him all the way across the ring from the exposed turnbuckle. He presses Munday back first in the opposite corner, and instantly grabs a hold of his left wrist.

Dunn - This is no good for Munday.

Greene - Tell me when it's over.

Specter irish whips Drake out of the corner -- but as he goes to release him, Drake grabs a hold of Specter's right wrist and reverses the irish whip. He pulls Specter into him and immediately rolls Specter through into a small package pin with the referee sliding in from across the ring -- and the fans going bezerk.

Falcoon - SMALL PACKAGE!

Specter kicks his legs furiously while the referee makes the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match and the NEW OWF Sin City Spotlight Champion... Drake Munday!

Falcoon - UNBELIVABLE!

Greene - The Age of Munday has begun!

Drake is handed the Sin City Spotlight Title, and he holds it up into the air proudly.

Dunn - Specter is going to be fuming after this.

Falcoon - He had all the advantages heading into this match, and he just took Drake too lightly.

The feed cuts from the shot of the ring, to the backstage area. We catch up with Greg Jackson and Jason Chase in a poorly lit locker room. Greg is seated on one side of the table, with Jason on the opposite side.

Greg Jackson - So what to we do? Do we use tarot cards or something? Or a crystal ball?

Jason Chase - We use two, actually.

Jason reaches underneath the table and places two crystal balls on top of the table.

Jason Chase - Now place one hand on each crystal ball so the spirits can sense your energy.

Greg Jackson - Like this?

Greg places each hand on the crystal balls.

Jason Chase - Yes, but the balls must touch each other.

Greg Jackson - Oh, ok. Don’t you have to touch them too if you’re going to read my fortune?

Jason Chase - No, I will have to contact the spirits by other means…

Jason reaches underneath the table and pulls out a crystal DILDO. Greg immediately stands up.

Greg Jackson - OK! I’m out!

Jason Chase - But this is how we’ll see your fortune against Jesse Williams!

Greg Jackson - It’s just another excuse for you to touch a dildo!

Jason Chase - Please just give it a chance!

Greg shakes his head in disgust as he sits back down and places his hands on both crystal balls again.

Greg Jackson - I’m only doing this because I wanna beat Jesse. I REALLY do. So even if there’s a slight chance this is legit, I’ll give it a try.

Jason Chase - Good, good.

Jason slides the crystal dildo up against the crystal balls, and Jason begins to move his hands along his chosen item.

Jason Chase - Move your hands around the balls to spread the energy as much as possible.

Greg Jackson - Uhhhhh ok.

Greg is now rubbing the crystal balls as Jason rubs the crystal dildo. Just as they’re doing this, Akira Kanemura casually walks into the locker room. His eyes go as wide as a Japanese man’s eyes can upon seeing what Jackson and Chase are doing.

Greg Jackson - They’re getting warm!

Jason Chase - Keep doing that, mine’s hot already. That’s what you want.

Akira Kanemura SLOWLY backs out of the locker room, trying his best not to be noticed.

Greg Jackson - Yeah, they’re hot now, is it working?

Jason Chase - YES! I can see…

Greg Jackson - What do you see?

Jason Chase - I see…

Greg Jackson - What?!

Jason Chase - A broom…

Greg Jackson - A broom? Is that referring to a hardcore match where Jesse will try to attack me with a broom?

Jason Chase - NO! It means…

Greg Jackson - Yeah?

Jason Chase - It means that someone is getting swept in this best of seven series.

Greg Jackson - FUCK! I mean wait… that could mean that I’ll sweep Jesse right?

Jason Chase - It could. Let me look a little further… I see a swan now.

Greg Jackson - A swan? What does that mean?

Jason Chase - I don’t know… but the swan… is being bombed!

Greg Jackson - FUCK SAKES! Swanton Bomb! That’s just fantastic!

Jason Chase - It’s not too late! You can still reverse your fortune.

Just then, the dildo turns white and cloudy.

Jason Chase - LOOK! That signifies all the negative energy from the crystal balls being transferred into POSITIVE energy! QUICK! Put your mouth over the temple and breath in the positive energy to reverse your fortunes!

Greg Jackson - The temple?

Jason Chase - By temple, I mean twelve inch crystal DILDO.

Greg Jackson - THAT’S IT! I can’t do this. Whatever happens, happens!

Jackson stands up and walks towards the door.

Jason Chase - Lookout Greg! Jesse will also likely try to hook up with your mother during the series as well!

Greg Jackson - My momma’s DEAD, asshole!

Greg slams the door shut.

Jason Chase - Hmmm… can’t be right all the time.

The feed cuts back to the announcers booth -- as Ladders have been strategically placed around ringside during the backstage segment. All three men are staring blankly into the monitors built into the table they are sitting at, when they suddenly catch a glimpse of themselves on the live feed. All three man shoot their eyes upward -- looking deep into the camera lense.

Falcoon - I...I am speechless.

Dunn - I knew Greg would go to an all-time low for this, but I had no idea it'd be below rock bottom.

Greene - I seriously hope Greg isn't putting any time into taking this fourtune telling seriously.

The sound of a revving motorcycle is heard in the distance, peaking the interest of the announcers and the fans alike.

Dunn - What's that?

Greene - I don't know.

The cameras cut to the side of the stage, where we see a black Harley Davidson motorcycle come into the loading area of the arena and keep driving. Technicians and wrestlers alike are getting out of the way of the rider who drives all the way up to the entrance to the ringside area.

Falcoon - Oh shit!

Dunn - He's back!

Greene - But what kind of mindset is he in!

The biker gets off the bike and chucks off the helmet. Under the helmet we see strands of black hair and bandages but the black oakleys with red lenses let's us know that it is Trent Steel. He walks down to the ringside area, stepping over the various ladders, and asks Missy to borrow her mic.

Falcoon - Wait...what's that I'm hearing?

Dunn - No. It's gotta be a track. Nobody cheers for Trent Steel.

Greene - No. Fans at home you are not hearing things...Trent Steel is being cheered by this packed house!

Trent Steel - ...FINALLY THE BASTARD HAS COME BACK TO ADDICTION!!!!

Crickets.

Trent Steel - Sorry that was just the sort of thing I know El Plaga would have marked out for. So howse everyone enjoying the show!

The fans start cheering again. Trent walks over near the commentators.

Trent Steel - Hey boys! Having a good time?

Falcoon - Yeah...

Dunn - Is he too cheerful.

Falcoon - Play along.

Dunn - GREAT!

Greene - ...

Trent Steel - Oh don't worry kids I'm not here to fight. I'm not going to go after you guys. As a matter of fact I am not here to hit anyone. Trent Steel will not hit anyone with these bare hands tonight...I promise.

Falcoon - Uh oh.

Dunn - I'm really scared now. Trent Steel is not going to be violent?

Greene - I'm gonna hide under the desk.

Trent Steel - So last week. I got screwed over. Oh well. I got burned. Oh well. We lost two more titles to NLW. Oh well. Oh...HELLLLLLLL NOOOOOO! I want to make something perfectly clear to Porta fucking Prince! You want to steal my M.O.? You want to do what I do? Okay. See there is one very interesting thing that everyone seems to have forgotten. See. As a former tag team champion I want to see if two wrestlers...instead of three can win a tag team match. You boys needed X-T to fuck me over to beat me. Not saying you didn't beat me. You got your cheap win. Then again all you guys are is cheap. So at Holiday Bash... I want to know if El Plaga can actually do something as a tag team. So I am going to issue a challenge. At Holiday Bash. You boys want to shut me up. You boys want to knock me down. You boys want to take me out! I'll make you an offer you and Jackie Boy can't refuse. At Holiday Bash...We will have a tag team match. You guys pick the stipulations but the rules are this. If I win...I win the tag titles back for OWF. If I lose...I join NLW. Full Time.

Falcoon - OH MY GOD!

Dunn - Trent can't be serious!

Greene - ..Did I hear that right?

The fans start cheering "HELL NO HE WON'T GO!"

Trent Steel - I'll even sweeten the deal Jackie. I won't go after Josh Allen. Hell I will take a match where I am handcuffed to a wall against TLS. I will stay in a locked locker room with Phoenix if that's the case. Whatever Jackie wants he gets. However there is one other stipulation. It's a tag team match. Which means since someone has flown the coup and by the way...your ass is mine next time I see you sunshine. I need...a partner. So this is to anyone in the back. Who wants to stand up for this company who has given you so much. I know every single one of you hates me. I know every single one of you would love to see me go. I know everyone wants The Son of a Bitch to die! But the question is...do you want to be dishonored. I'm calling all OWF members past, present, hell if I can't get anyone else.

Trent walks over the commentators. He points to James Dunn.

Trent Steel - I know I can depend on someone who still bleeds OWF to join me.

The fans start cheering. Dunn looks around at this and starts nodding his head.

Trent Steel - Now anyone within the next few weeks who wants it. Just let me know. Now this is prime time for one of you to get rid of me. So you all have to ask yourself. Do I want NLW to win...or Trent Steel to go? The choice is in your hands. I'm out. But do tune into Uprising this week for one reason and one reason only.

Trent gets dead in front of the camera and you can see through his burns and the bandages a smile.

Trent Steel - Because your going to see a bloodbath unlike any PDA match you have ever seen!

Trent hands the mic back to Missy as he starts to leave the ring. The crowd gets up and starts giving Trent a standing ovation. Trent looks around a little puzzled and starts heading back up the ramp.

Falcoon - This is madness! Trent Steel being cheered? It's the apocalypse!

Dunn - No...That's coming at Holiday Bash!

Greene - Oh my God. I've died and gone to hell.

Steel finally disappears, as Missy Janson keeps a look of confusion upon her face as she heads for the steel ring steps -- still holding the microphone Trent had taken from her and promptly returned.

Falcoon - We don't have enough time to stew over that.

Dunn - I'm going to need to take a year, or so.

Greene - Well we're about to have a great Main Event so you guys should have some time to venture away from thoughts of Steel.

Falcoon - I am hoping for it.

Missy makes her way onto the apron, and enters the ring through the top and middle ropes. She stands in the middle of the ring, with the fans getting antsy with the ring surrounded by ladders.

Dunn - I guess it's time for the Main Event.

Falcoon - What gave it away? The ladders, or Missy?

Dunn - Both.

She lifts the microphone up to her mouth, and begins to speak.

Missy Janson - It is time for the Main Event of the Evening!

An explosion of chants, cheers, applause and stomps breaks out from all over the arena -- surrounding Missy in a wind tunnel of sound.

Missy Janson - It is the first match in the Best of Seven Series for the OWF World Heavyweight Championship. The champion has gotten the right to choose the stipulations to the first two matches, with the challenger picking the stipulations of the next three -- and the challenger picking the final two stipulations. The first man to secure Four Victories will win the Series.

The fans remain silent, allowing Missy to proceed with only a slight pause.

Missy Janson - This match, by choice of Jesse, is a Ladder Match -- where Ladders are the only weapon allowed to be used in this match. In order to win, a superstar must execute a pinfall or submission upon their opponent.

Falcoon - A little bit of a switch from their Ladder Match back in 2005.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the challenger... 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,
I've no fear that they might
Desert me.

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, preparing for the match.

Dunn - Greg is embarking on one of the biggest challenges he has had to date.

Falcoon - And he's going to be a father, so he has to find money of some sort.

Greene - What is with Jackie and black guys?

Dunn - I couldn't tell you.

Missy lifts the microphone back up to her lips as Greg's music fades out.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, From Las Vegas, Nevada -- He is the reigning OWF World Heavyweight Champion... Here is 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.
In your tuxedo suit.
I will give it a name.
Lower your defenses.
Lower your casket.
Open the door and open your grave.

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.
In your tuxedo suit.
I will give it a name.
Lower your defenses.
Lower your casket.
Open the door and open your grave.

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 Greg Jackson, with a wide smile upon his face.

Mediocrity is the killer.

You find yourself helpless.
Christ is not a fashoin, fleeting away.

As his music fades out, Williams begins to stretch his upper body, using the ropes and getting himself prepared. The referee approaches him and Williams gives the belt to him -- which he in turn hands to Missy as she is leaving the ring. The referee calls for the bell, as the fans explode.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men receive a thunderous applause as they stand across from one another, keeping their eyes locked as the two walk towards the center of the ring. They meet, where Greg extends his hand looking to show Jesse respect -- but as Jesse looks down at Greg's hand, he fires a left forearm to the side of Greg's face, drawing a few boo's from the crowd. Jackson steps back, looking at Jesse and looking for a left hook at Williams avoids -- as Greg spins around from his miss, with his back to Williams. Jesse jumps into the air, driving both of his boots into the back of Greg's head and propelling him forward. Greg loses his balance and tumbles through the ring ropes, flopping down to his feet on the concrete floor -- immediately returning his sight to Jesse, who stands with his hands on his knees waiting for Greg to return to the ring. Instead of immediately heading back in, Jackson reaches down upon the concrete and grabs a twelve foot steel ladder from the floor. He places it on the ring apron, and slides it under the bottom rope as Jesse steps back to try to assess Greg's actions.

Falcoon - Greg is already going for the ladders.

Dunn - They're legal, so why not?

Falcoon - I just figured he'd try to take it to Jesse man-to-man, first.

After the first ladder is in the ring, Jackson reaches down and grabs a smaller ten foot ladder off the concrete floor at ringside and slides that one in as well -- before pulling himself back along the apron, and into the ring. He hoists himself up to his feet immediately, and has to duck a running clothesline attempt from Jesse who bursts into action once Greg re-enters. Williams' miss allows Greg to sidestep behind Jesse, standing sideways with the right side of his body to Jesse's back as he begins to turn around. As Greg sees Jesse's face, he kicks his right leg up and looks for a Superkick -- but Jesse catches the boot of Jackson, and keeps grasp of Greg's foot with both hands as Jackson hops up and down on his left foot. Greg finds that he is unable to free his right leg, therefore he leaves his left foot as he swings it up towards the head of Jesse Williams with an enziguri. Jesse is able to avoid the face of Greg's boot by ducking his chin down to his chest, with Jackson's left leg sailing over his head and dropping Greg flat to his face on the mat.

Greene - Jesse almost had his head taken off.

Williams releases Greg's right foot as he hits the mat, choosing to bend forward and hook his arms around the stomach of Greg and pull him up to his feet. Once there, Jesse locks in the reverse waist lock and without a moment of hesitation tosses Greg backwards over his head with a release German Suplex. Jackson over-rotates while in the air, backflipping over Jesse and landing on his feet as Williams flops to his back from his own momentum. This allows Jackson a moment of time to reach down, grabbing the ten foot steel ladder he slid into the ring, and turning his back to Jesse as he props it up against the corner behind him. By the time Greg turns back around, Williams is back on his feet and aware of the counter from Jackson. The two men pause, waiting for the other to make the next move -- but it never comes. Instead the two superstars begin encircling one another, drawing themselves into the center of the ring and nearing the oncoming confrontation. Williams lunges forward as Greg holds up his arms, as if luring Jesse into a tie-up -- but Jackson is able to slip under the arms of Williams, who grapples with nothing but air as Greg pulls himself around behind Jesse. Greg now locks Williams around his hips with a reverse waist lock, using all of his lower body strength to flip Jesse over his head and drop him across his shoulders with a German Suplex -- following it by bridging his back, with the referee dropping to administer the count on Jesse...1...2...kickout!

Falcoon - Greg was able to pull off the German Suplex, and almost got the win.

Dunn - Greg seems one step ahead of Jesse in the speed department.

Greene - A big change from facing JC for Williams.

Williams rolls himself up to a crouched position, holding the back of his head while Greg bounces right up to his feet. He approaches Jesse, entangling all ten of his fingers into the hair of Jesse as he drags Williams up to his feet. Keeping a hold of Jesse's hair, he brings a swift knee up into the sternum of Williams -- doubling him over, then dragging Jesse so his back is facing the ladder Greg propped up in the corner earlier. With his two fistfulls of Jesse's hair still tightly grasped, he pulls Jesse's head downward and Jackson tucks it between his legs. He bends over, wrapping both of his arms around the midsection of Jesse and lifts him straight up into the air -- holding Jesse up in the air with a powerbomb position, with his legs on either side of Jackson's head. Williams thrusts a closed right fist down to the brow of Jackson, then swings back with all of his might. Jesse executes the Hurricanrana counter, flipping Greg over towards the ladder -- but showing a great deal of agility, Greg again over rotates and somehow lands on the middle rung of the ladder, in a crouched position.

Falcoon - What ring presence!

Jackson keeps himself crouched on the ladder, still propped up in the corner, with his back to Jesse who stumbles up to his feet. Jackson peers over his shoulder, keeping his eye on Jesse as he turns himself around -- only to see Greg step up along the ladder and backflip off of it.

Dunn - Greg's taking to the air!

Greg moonsaults at Jesse, landing across his shoulder with his abdomen -- but the force only brings Jesse down to his knee for a moment, as he keeps a hold of Greg over his right shoulder and stands himself back up. Williams turns his body slightly to the left, facing the corner from which Greg just leapt from -- and lunges forward, swinging Greg off the top of his shoulder. Williams nails a front powerslam across the ladder leaning up in the corner -- which has a slight bit of give upon contact, but Greg's back takes the complete brunt of the impact.

Falcoon - That didn't work so well for Greg.

Greene - Those are the mistakes he will have to avoid.

Jesse pulls himself back into the middle of the ring, as gravity slides Greg's body off of the ladder and down upon the mat. With his right hand pressed against the small of his back, Jackson rolls over onto his knees -- planting his left hand upon the mat for balance as he pushes himself upwards. He removes his hand from the mat, relying on his knees solely while Jesse approaches from the side and hooks his right hand under the left arm of Greg. Jesse hoists Greg up to his feet, where he is met with a high-angle elbow strike from Jesse's right arm -- cutting across the bridge of Greg's nose and sending him stumbling to his left. Jackson staggers against the ropes, bouncing off and returning towards Jesse with a swinging left hook that catches Jesse off guard as it connects to his right temple. Williams drops to his right knee, clutching his head while Greg steadys himself upon his feet with his eyes intently locked on Jesse. Jesse tries standing up before his body is ready, and stumbles forward into the clutches of Greg -- who takes Williams down with a hip toss that sends Jesse sliding across the mat. Greg is able to pull himself right back up to his feet, feeling a bit of discomfort in his back, but Williams is working at a laboring pace to pick himself up. Still a little shaky from Greg's strike, Williams returns to his feet. The two men approach one another again, with Greg just a step ahead of Jesse with the two men locking up with a collar and elbow tie up.

Dunn - Now it's going to be about who has the most strength and will.

Greene - I think Jackson wins in both departments.

Jackson gains the advantage, forcing Jesse down to his left knee for a moment before Williams wills his way back up to his feet. Greg is able to grasp onto Jesse's right arm, and he twists it around behind his back -- locking Jesse in a hammerlock behind his back. Williams fights out of it following a back elbow that he swings back at, and connects with, the left side of Greg's face. Jesse spins himself around, hitting a back-fist across the right side of Greg's face which sends him backpeddling towards the ladder still leaning in the corner. Jesse leaps off into a sprint, putting his head down and lunging at Greg's midsection. Jackson is able to leapfrog over the back of Jesse, avoiding his spear attempt -- which sends Jesse crashing head first into the ladder, with his own momentum being the driving force. As Jesse lays motionless on the ladder, Jackson turns around and bends down to pick up the larger twelve foot ladder -- lifting it onto it's legs and setting it up in the corner adjacent to where Jesse is.

Falcoon - Williams made a crucial error in timing there.

Greene - You need to give it to Greg, there. He just avoided Jesse.

Dunn - Wasn't much Williams could have done.

Greg turns his attention back to Jesse, lifting him off of the ladder in the corner and hooking his left arm around the neck of Jesse. After setting in the front face lock, Greg tosses the left arm of Williams over his head, and tries to lift Jesse up for a vertical suplex. Jesse is able to grapevine his legs around Greg's right thigh, preventing him from lifting him. Jackson tries again, but Williams reverses the momentum and hoists Greg up into a vertical suplex -- but Jackson floats over and lands on his feet behind Jesse. Once he lands, he fires a right elbow forward that connects with the back of Jesse's head and dazes him for only a moment -- as Greg grabs another fistful of Jesse's hair and tugs his head back, locking Williams into a Reverse DDT position. Jackson wrenches upon the neck of Jesse, keeping him held in the Dragon Sleeper position before attempting the Reverse DDT -- but Williams is able to spin his body around, and switch the hold into a front face lock, still held tightly around the throat of Williams. With Greg dazed from Jesse's movement, Williams is able to hoist Greg up with a Northern Lights Suplex -- but instead of flipping him over he spins Greg around his back, first into a standing firemans carry, then over across his opposite shoulder in a front powerslam position.

Greene - J-Dubz Driver II!

Jackson kicks his legs violently, slipping off the shoulder of Williams and sliding down Jesse's back -- landing on his feet directly behind Jesse. Williams spins around -- only to be dropped with a precise Superkick from the extended right leg from Greg Jackson right to his jaw. Williams falls backward with all of his weight, crashing upon his back on the mat with a stream of blood rolling out from between his lips.

Falcoon - Greg just knocked Williams back to last year following that encounter.

Dunn - Both of these guys know each other so well. They have the other scouted better than they could ever imagine.

Greene - And imagine how at the very least there will be three more singles matches between these two. Imagine how down-pat they'll have each others styles.

Williams rolls onto his left side on only instinct, as Greg seems a little stunned that he connected with Jesse. He follows up, stepping towards Jesse and dragging him up to his feet. Greg steps back, only to fire a straight right punch that connects with Jesse's left eye-socket. The strike forces Williams line of side to be reduced by half, keeping his right eye wide open -- and keeping it fixed on Greg. Jackson pulls his right arm back, connecting with a close-fisted right hook that cuts from Jesse's blind spot on the left side of his body, directly into his left cheek. Williams takes a step back, allowing Greg to take a step forward and drive the sole of his boot right into the stomach of Jesse -- doubling him over with the sharp kick to the gut. Jackson pauses before stepping forward, entangling all of his fingers within the hair of Williams as he yanks Jesse's head up. Upon pulling Williams straight up, Greg falls victim to a short palm thrust to the throat from Jesse's left hand. Williams follows it up by bringing the bicep of his right arm upwards underneath Greg's chin with a european uppercut that drops him to a knee. Jackson only remains kneeled for a moment, pushing himself back up and driving the top of his head straight into the bridge of Jesse's nose -- postponing his advances.

Falcoon - This has turned into a brawl.

Dunn - I was sure Greg would have stuck to speed.

Greg is stunned as Jesse keeps up with him, firing right back from Greg's headbutt with a hard knife edge chop across the exposed chest of Jackson. This stumbles Greg backwards over his own feet, sending him into the corner. Williams follows in hot pursuit, executing a toe kick to the midsection of Jackson as soon as his back hits the padding of the corner. Jesse steps forward, grabbing the right hand of Greg, irish whipping him out of the corner -- sending him charging at full speed across the ring at the ladder laid up in the corner. Upon releasing Greg, Jesse breaks off into a slightly hobbled sprint behind Jackson -- who takes notice of the ladder, but has little time to evade it. As Greg reaches the ladder propped in the corner, he runs up the rungs and back flips himself over -- clearing Jesse who runs clear underneathe him, and runs smack into the ladder face first.

Greene - Jackson has to capitalize!

Jackson sees Williams backpeddling out towards the center of the ring, and jumps off towards the nearest set of ropes. He turns, bouncing off back-first, and heading full speed at Williams -- who is now facing Greg. Jackson extends his arm, looking to take Jesse's head off with a clothesline, but Williams is able to avoid his swinging arm -- ducking behind Jackson as he hooks Gregs arm behind his back with his left arm. Williams turns his body around, facing his back towards the ladder in the corner as Jesse uses his left arm to hook Greg in a Half-Nelson, and in a burst of energy -- tosses Greg over his head.

Falcoon - MY GOD!

Greg flips over the head of Jesse, landing right on top of his head and shoulders upon the ladder in the corner -- with such force from Jesse's Half-Nelson suplex, that the ladder snaps in half. Both men lay in the corner, with the fans all on their feet -- chanting "Holy Shit! Holy Shit!", with the referee checking on both motionless men.

Dunn - They broke the fucking ladder!!

Greene - How the hell do you do that?

Falcoon - Two hundred pounds being lifted and tossed onto any object will give it a tendancy to break.

Dunn - Yeah, but Williams drove Greg through steel -- and they didn't even bend it.

Greene - Nope. It's clearly snapped in half.

Jesse gains the strength to move himself, and he rolls away from the carnage as Greg remains flat on his back with pain surging down his spine. Williams is able to drag himself up to all fours, coughing a bit while blood continues to drip from his mouth onto the mat -- with blood beginning to flow from his nose at this point, as well. Greg finally rolls onto his stomach, pulling himself away from the corner. Jesse is able to lift his upper body up, and keep himself upon his knees trying to regain his composure while Greg continues to crawl away from the broken ladder.

Falcoon - Now we'll see who wants it more.

Dunn - Or who has more left in the tank.

Greg drags himself to the legs of the twelve foot ladder, set up in the corner adjacent to the broken ladder -- grabbing a hold of the rungs and dragging himself slowly up to his feet. The use of the ladder brings Greg up sooner than Jesse expected, as Jesse pulls himself to his unsteady feet and heads towards Greg -- who is still balancing himself with help from the ladder. As soon as Jesse gets within striking distance, Greg tightens his grip around the leg of the open ladder and swings it at Jesse. He connects with the brow of Williams, crumpling him down to the mat suddenly, while Greg positions the ladder in the absolute center of the ring. Greg turns his attention back to Jesse, grabbing him by his right arm and yanking him back to his feet -- only to push him back-first into the nearest corner.

Greene - Greg's trying to establish momentum here.

He brings one swift knee to the midsection of Jesse, before bending over and sticking his shoulder into Jesse's stomach and lifting him up to the top rope. With Jesse sitting on the top turnbuckle, Greg steps up but he is immediately clocked by a short right jab from Jesse -- followed by a left hook that sends Greg falling back from the middle rope he was standing on. Luckily, he lands on his feet and looks back up to Jesse -- and in an instant extends his right leg upwards almost completely vertical -- nailing the seated Williams with another superkick, that bends Jesse's limp body backwards over the ring post. The only thing keeping Williams from flipping over and out of the ring are his feet, which are hooked on the second rope by coincidence. Jackson immediately starts climbing up again, pulling both of his feet up to the top rope while grabbing Jesse's head and leaning him forward. Jackson leaps, wrapping both of his legs around the neck of Jesse and flipping backwards -- sending Williams off the turnbuckle, crashing back-first into the ladder set up in the middle of the ring, with a top-rope Hurricanrana from Greg. After Jesse crashes into the steel ladder, his forward motion stops and he drops right to the mat -- while the ladder is knocked over and rests upon the top rope.

Greene - MAN!

Dunn - Williams landed right on his head!

Falcoon - Pin him Greg!

Greg Jackson picks himself up to his feet and looks down at the bloody Jesse Williams, and turns his attention to the ladder which leans over the ropes. Greg positions it in the middle of the ring, right next to where Jesse lays, and Jackson heads off ascending the rungs.

Dunn - Oh no, he's looking to pull a 'Jesse Williams'.

Greene - What does that mean?

Dunn - It means instead of going for the pin, he's going to try some spectacular move to thrill the crowd.

Greene - Oh. That's stupid.

Greg continues his climb, as flashbulbs flicker in the crowd and the general atmosphere feels a bit heightened with every step Greg takes. Pain in Greg's body keeps him from moving as fast as he would like, as he keeps his eyes only on the rung directly above him.

Falcoon - I wonder if Greg is afraid of heights.

Dunn - I doubt he'd be heading up there.

Falcoon - But look how weird he is acting. He doesn't even seem concerned that Williams has begun to stir.

Gordie Falcoon takes note of Williams first movements, lifting his right arm from the mat and glancing up at Greg. At this very point, he is unable to move himself from the mat and lays helpless -- while Greg reaches about three-fourths of the way up the ladder. He takes one final step to the rung before the very top of the ladder, and extends his hands up.

Greene - What the hell is he doing?

Greg looks up, with his hands fishing the air -- only to see nothing.

Falcoon - Oh my god..

Dunn - That moron thinks the belt was hung up there!

Greg looks around, and then slaps himself in the head in a lapse of thought. Meanwhile, Jesse has gotten up to all fours and has crawled to the corner with the two broken halves of the ladder. Williams grabs a hold of one of them, using it to balance himself and push himself up to his feet while Greg looks back and begins to climb down the ladder. Williams turns around and sees Greg climbing downward -- and chooses to toss the broken piece of ladder at Greg, connecting flush across the top of his head and knocking him unconscious over the top of the ladder.

Falcoon - Greg made a fatal error, and he paid for it!

The broken piece of ladder falls to the mat, while Jesse walks around the other side of the ladder. He takes his time, climbing up each rung very cautiously. Williams uses his upper body strength mostly, with his lower back and legs hurting him from the match. As he reaches Greg, he stands on the second rung from the top of the ladder -- and locks Jackson in a front face lock. Williams then tosses the left arm of Greg over his neck, holding him in a suplex position over the ladder.

Greene - He's going to superplex Greg!

The fans again begin to snap photos, and all scream at the top of their lungs once Jesse hoists Greg vertically into the air. He twists Greg while still standing on the rung of the ladder, before leaping off to the right and sitting out with Greg held over Jesse's right shoulder. Williams hits the mat, driving the head, neck and shoulders of Greg Jackson from the top of the ladder down to the mat.

Dunn - J-DUBZ DRIVER FROM THE LADDER!

The fans are cheering so loud that the foundation of the arena is shaking, with both men laid out on their backs.

Falcoon - EMT's need to get down here, now.

Greene - Greg isn't moving, guys.

Dunn - He's just out cold, don't worry.

Williams slowly begins to move, as he very slowly lifts his head and sees Greg next to him, laying flat upon his back. Using his left arm, Jesse begins to roll himself over onto his right side and towards Greg.

Greene - He has to get that pin.

The referee drops into place in anticipation of the pinfall, as Williams collapses with his arm over the chest of Greg. The referee immediately makes the count...1...2...3!

Falcoon - Okay, match over...Where's the medical staff, damnit!

Missy Janson - The winner of the First Match in the Best of Seven Series for the OWF World Championship... Jesse Williams!

The fans give the two men a standing ovation, with the referee holding up the limp arm of Jesse Williams before rolling him off of Greg. Both men are moving, very weakly though, as the EMT's hit ringside and slide in to check on both men.

Dunn - How can these guys keep this up for three more cards?

Greene - The will to be champion.

Falcoon - He's right.

Dunn - I hope it's worth the pain.

Falcoon - Well, we're going to have to wait to find that out. We'll see you next week on MONDAY ADDICTION!

The feed cuts out with a shot of the hectic ring, to the OWF logo.