The show opens inside of the Office of President Chase Johnson -- with a shot focused on Prez CJ sitting behind his desk. His eyes are locked directly on the camera lense, with an emotionless look across his face.

Prez CJ - Hello OWF fans. I'm not one to say "I told you so", but...I really did.

Chase smiles as he locks his hands together on the face of his desk, keeping his eyes set on the camera in front of him.

Prez CJ - I told you all at the very beginning. I said that the OWF would not be pushed around, and we wouldn't walk away from a fight.

The smile drops from CJ's face.

Prez CJ - Yet, week by week, my federation was perceived to be weakening -- while the NLW only gained momentum. Not only did Vacant, El Plaga and X-Terminator jump ship -- but the aforementioned team of El Plaga brought the OWF Tag Titles to NLW, and The Phoenix brought the OWF PDA Championship there, as well.

He keeps his eyes forward, hardly even blinking.

Prez CJ - Heading into Collision Course, we were written off. Nobody thought we'd be around to even have a Monday Addiction the following night -- but what happened? Exactly what I said would happen -- that the OWF would walk out of the Interpromotional Show much stronger than NLW. You can look to the tally and see with Steel beating TLS, JC beating that little brat Nick James and Williams demolishing the NLW World Champion Josh Allen -- and you can see we walked out with our heads held high. You can glance at X-Terminator decking Jack Sullivan, and coming back home -- revealing he was a mole the whole time. Even look to my match with Sullivan, where I systematically outsmarted that grunt -- just like I do on a daily basis when it comes to day-to-day operations of our federations.

Finally, CJ smirks again as he leans back in his chair.

Prez CJ - But, there is one major factor that I look at to prove our superiority. And it is that once NLW loses all it's hype, and all of it's talent realizes that the OWF is where the big dogs run -- it will fade away just like every other federation that tried to compete with us.

He unwraps his intertwined fingers, and leans forward one last time.

Prez CJ - To all of you who stayed loyal to the OWF -- I commend you, and I am proud to be here telling you about the spoils of victory. For those who deemed us dead in the water, be sure to bring a drink to wash down that big plate of crow you have been served.

The feed cuts away, right into the video introduction for Addiction.

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 Collision Course, Shit Happens, 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.

"I Get It" by Chevelle keeps pounding in the Sold Out BOK Center, as the rabid OWF fans explode into a round of cheers that briefly drown out the music. A stream of pyrotechnics shoot off from the stage, lasting for about fifteen seconds before the house lights come back -- exposing the thick haze that hangs over the ring. The music fades out, with the OWF fans being heard hollering at the top of their lungs. A chant on "O-W-F! O-W-F!" breaks out, as the cameras pan across the crowd seating.

We cut to a shot of the announcers booth, where we see Gordie Falcoon, James Dunn and Garrett Greene seated behind the table -- with all three of them looking right into the camera.

Falcoon - AAAAHHHHOOO Welcome to MONDAY ADDICTION!

Greene - Geeze, you're in a good mood.

Falcoon - I got to witness the OWF defeat NLW at Collision Course. I AM SO PROUD!

Dunn - Yeah, we rule.

Falcoon - The OWF witnessed the return of Bryan Tann.

Dunn - Which should be interesting.

Greene - For Greg and Jackie atleast.

Dunn - I'm more interested in X-Terminator's return to the OWF.

Falcoon - What a shocker that was. They really screwed NLW.

Greene - And I loved every second of it.

Dunn - He brought the OWF it's first piece of gold, and now he's back home.

Falcoon - Lets not go overboard with patting ourselves on the back

Greene - You're right, Collision Course is done with.

Falcoon - And now, just a day later, we have another epic event.

Greene - Six matches, three of those being the final Christmas Tree Match Qualifiers.

From next to the announcers booth, Missy Janson pushes herself away from the time keepers table and lifts a microphone from that same table -- before heading towards the nearest set of steel ring steps.

Falcoon - And we're about to kick this shindig off.

Dunn - Too bad we have a match just thrown together for the hell of it.

Greene - No way, McHaggis rules!

Missy ascends the steps, and walks onto the ring apron -- parting the ring ropes as she enters the ring. She walks directly to the center of the ring, as the fans rush back to their seats for the start of the show.

Falcoon - We're about to see if you're right, Garrett -- so Let's send it to Missy!

Missy reaches the middle of the ring, faces the live cameras and lifts the microphone to her mouth.

Missy Janson - Ladies and Gentlemen... Welcome to MONDAY ADDICTION!

The fans cheer loudly, prompting Missy to pause -- awaiting the fans to quiet themselves down before she continues.

Missy Janson - The first matchup of the night is scheduled for a one fall. Coming to the ring first, from El Bat Caveo... Making his debut in the OWF... El Batmano!

The theme from the classic Batman television series continues to play over the PA, with NHI substituting his own confused variation for every instance of the word "Batman." Meanwhile, the Outsider-Tron flashes twenty foot comics style bubbles conveying such important action sound effects as POW, BIFF, BANG, and the rarely seen ZOT. A spotlight in the shape of the Batman logo shines down on the stage and follows El Batmano in his dead sprint to the ring.

Dunn - Nana nana nana nana nana nana nana nana... BATMAN...O!

Missy Janson - And his opponent, hailing from Dublin, Ireland... Making his debut in the OWF... Finnegan McHaggis!

The lights start flashing a strobe light of green and white, as the opening riff to "Warrior's Code" by Dropkick Murphys plays across the arena. On cue the bagpipes hit and Finn stands atop the entrance ramp. He stops to look around at the audience before lighting up a cigarette and continuing down the ramp. He climbs into the ring and stands top the corner with his hands raised, cigarette still dangling in his mouth. Missy exits the ring, and the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

McHaggis and Batmano circle each other within the ring, starting things off slowly. Batmano feels McHaggis out, throwing a side snapkick which McHaggis steps backward to avoid. Spinning on his heel Batmano follows through with a second kick, a roundhouse, which McHaggis ducks before tackling Batmano with a shoulder block takedown which brings the single leg out from under him. McHaggis starts in raining down fists at Batmano, but the masked miscreant takes hold of McHaggis by the wrists, rolling him off with a monkey flip. Batmano springs back to his feet and McHaggis hoists himself back up, slamming a haymaker of a fist into the back of Batmano's head. Batmano stumbles forward into the corner, hugging the turnbuckle to keep from falling. McHaggis rushes in after him with a crushing spear, but Batmano rolls forward into a headstand on the top turnbuckle and McHaggis spears solo between the turnbuckle pads, crashing shoulder first into the metal turnbuckle post. Batmano drops to his feet behind McHaggis, striking McHaggis in the back with a short knee, then pulls McHaggis from the turnbuckle and wrenches him to the ground with an arm drag on the bruised shoulder.

Dunn - This El Batmano looks familiar.

Greene - How can you tell?

Dunn - Look under that mask.

Falcoon - Do you have X-Ray Vision?

Dunn - No, but El Batmano does.

Greene - No thats El Supermano.

Dunn - Sorry. Confusing my retarded ripoff gimmicks.

Placing a foot on McHaggis' back, Batmano wrenches his arm up behind him, twisting at the wrist and applying pressure at the exterior of the elbow. McHaggis flounders on the canvas unable to reach the ropes, then simply does a single armed push-up, lifting his body from beneath Batmano and costing Batmano the leverage nessesary to maintain the hold. Batmano breaks, putting some distance between himself and McHaggis as McHaggis gets back to his feet. Sizing McHaggis up, Batmano sprints forward and steps to his thigh, moving in for the shining wizard. McHaggis grapples Batmano in mid-air, squeezing him tight into a bearhug. Batmano brings an elbow down into McHaggis' face, then another, trying to break himself free on the iron grasp. McHaggis pivots on his foot away from the ropes and slams Batmano to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Getting back to his feet, McHaggis stomps Batmano's face once out of spite, then begins pulling him to his feet by the mask. Batmano ducks beneath McHaggis' arm as he reaches his feet, twisting McHaggis backward into a hammerlock, but a single back elbow from McHaggis staggers Batmano backward and frees McHaggis up to reign more carnage. Clamping a hand around Batmano's throat, McHaggis forces the smaller man back into the corner, choking the life out of him as he begins to send thundering left hands to Batmano's midsection. McHaggis delivers a stiff headbutt to Batmano's face for good measure, then lifts Batmano up with both hands clamped around his neck and seats him on the top turnbuckle. Batmano retaliates with a backhand chop, but McHaggis seems unphased as he steps up onto the middle ropes and smashes a second headbutt into Batmano's face for good measure. Hooking Batmano up, McHaggis hoists him vertically, carreening backward and crashing to the canvas with an enormous superplex. McHaggis makes a lateral press. 1... 2... Batmano pulls up an elbow.

Dunn - Batmano! Use your grappling hook and get out of there!

Greene - Will you stop? He's not Batman.

Dunn - I know, but I'm having fun making fun of this fool.

McHaggis methodically drags Batmano up from the canvas, hooking him behind the head and drilling him back to the mat with a ddt. McHaggis grabs Batmano by the mask to lift him again, but this time Batmano is waiting and pulls McHaggis to the mat, wrapping him tightly into a small package. 1.. McHaggis powers out almost immediately, seeming more angry than intimidated by Batmano's second wind, and takes a mount position over Batmano hammer down with fists over Batmano's face and shoulders. Batmano kicks his legs up behind McHaggis, trying desparately to get his ankles around McHaggis' head to pull the man back, but McHaggis is relentless, wrapping both hands around Batmano's throat and throttling him against the canvas until Batmano goes limp. Getting back to his feet, McHaggis hoists Batmano up and throws Batmano over his shoulders into a fireman's carry, marching across the ring with him and over to the turnbuckle. McHaggis slings Batmano into the air like a rag doll, bringing him down with a death valley driver and forcing Batmano's skull directly into the top turnbuckle. Batmano crumples on impact, falling over the top rope and bouncing off the apron as he tumbles to the floor. McHaggis rolls out under the bottom rope and drags Batmano to his feet, whipping Batmano into the steel ring steps and breaking them free of the turnbuckle. The referee begins calling from the ring, admonishing McHaggis not to use foreign objects under threat of disqualification, and McHaggis kicks the loose steps aside, lifting Batmano up, then driving him back to the mat with a short-arm clothesline.

Dunn - Look Batmano, the Bat Signal-o! Better get out of the ring-o and fight that crime-o.

Falcoon - You're annoying me, now.

Dunn - Think El Batmano will be pissed?

Greene - Probably.

Dunn - Think he looks like Bruce Wayneo under there?

Falcoon - Ugh...

Dunn - Hahaha!

The referee holds up his fingers, shouting at McHaggis as he reaches the seven count for the count out. McHaggis reluctantly scoops Batmano up over his shoulder and pushes him back into the ring, then climbs in himself afterward. Lifting Batmano over his shoulder into powerslam position, McHaggis makes a thumbs down guesture toward the crowd and prepares to put the man away. Batmano swings around on McHaggis shoulder, touching down on his feet behind McHaggis, pulling the larger man into the dragon sleeper. McHaggis holds solid for a moment regaining his barings, but before the referee can even consult for a submission, McHaggis wraps both hands behind Batmano's head and flips him forward with a huge snapmare that sends Batmano across the ring, bouncing twice and rolling to the far corner. McHaggis stands up as El Batmano struggles up to his feet and staggers right into a boot into the gut. McHaggis tucks Batmano's head to his right side, lifting him up over his shoulder and allowing him to flip over -- hooking his legs as Batmano, hung in the air, is back to back with McHaggis. He falls back and drives El Batmano's face into the mat, executing the Gory Special.

Falcoon - He calls that the Irish Lullaby.

Dunn - Sleep tight El Dark Knighto.

He covers El Batmano as the referee slides in and makes the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match...Finnegan McHaggis!

El Batmano rolls out of the ring and scurries up the ramp while Finnegan McHaggis has his arm raised in the middle of the ring -- before he exits, as well.

Greene - Impressive victory for the newcomer.

Falcoon - I agree. I expect big things for him.

Dunn - Yeah, he did well -- considering he faced a faux Superhero.

Greene - Well you get off of that?

Dunn - Fine. McHaggis did great. Happy?

Greene - Very.

McHaggis heads up the ramp, reaching the top and disappearing through the entrance way. The ring technicians swarm out from the back, brushing past McHaggis with panels for the cage. As they wheel the cart containing the cage panels to ringside, the camera cuts back to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - Great match to start off the night.

Dunn - And next up is Match Three of the Series between Greg Jackson and Jesse Williams.

Greene - Followed by the final three Christmas Tree Match Qualifiers...

Falcoon - And the Sin City Spotlight Championship behind defended in the Main Event.

Dunn - Great show to come off of Collison Cour--

"Riot" by Three Days Grace hits the PA System as the fans jump into a chorus of boo's -- meanwhile, the ring technicians have begun setting up the cage around the ring.

Dunn - I don't like being interrupted.

Greene - Well, I don't think that's a song the OWF fans wanted to hear tonight.

Falcoon - Josh Allen has a lot of nerve showing up a day after getting his ass handed to him by OWF's World Champion in Jesse Williams.

Josh Allen, to a frenzy of cursings and boos from the fans, slowly walks onto the stage, his right arm wrapped tightly around the referee who officiated his match against Jesse Williams. In his left hand, JA holds a microphone. His NLW world title is clasped around his waist.

Falcoon - He's got one of our employees real close tonight, this can't be good for that ref. CJ might not like this.

Dunn - Is there much he can do about it? Allen's not employed here.

Greene - He's worked something out. He is in the Christmas Tree match, after all.

Allen stops on the stage and raises the mic to his mouth. The ref tries to get away, but Allen yanks him in tighter.

Josh Allen - Shut the damn music off right now, I don't have time for this bullshit. I get screwed by OWF, I suck it up, fly home... here, to Tulsa, Oklahoma... and I expect some sympathy. I expect some supporters saying, 'Yeah Josh, you really got screwed.' That's not what I got though. I got ridiculed, laughed at. You mocked the best thing to come out of this town. Well fuck you.

The music fades off quickly. Allen finds a camera off stage and locks his eyes on it, turning himself and the ref so that they can both be seen.

Josh Allen - I'm not wasting my precious breath walking down to the ring tonight, because quite frankly, the people here don't respect me enough to care, anyway.

More boos and screams from Jesse Williams' fans, who start a faint chant that begins to grow until Allen is furious.

Josh Allen - You know, Jesse, I have to give it to you. I don't usually do this, but I have to say, you're quite the guy.

Greene - Wow, is that a nod of approval by JA?

Josh Allen - I mean, you're the OWF world champion. You're "the man" in this federation, huh?

The fans erupt.

Josh Allen - It's, it's perfect, really. I look out here and see the trash who call themselves OWF fans, and I realize, oh how well you represent them. It takes a true champion, a real fighter, to pay the referee off before the match. If you think you won, you're about as misplaced, inexpedient, deluded and stonewalled as the people who call themselves your fucking fans.

Allen takes a breath and tightens his grip around the referee.

Josh Allen - Now, my friend here assures me you paid him a good chunk of cash. No surprise on my end. The only way OWF could come out on top of NLW was a payoff, and if you people think it was anything but that, ask the ref here. He'll tell you.

Josh shoves the microphone into the mouth of the ref, who fights and squirms to get away. Josh screams at him to say something, but the ref refuses, finally getting his knee into Josh's groin. The fans cheer loudly as Josh doubles over.

Dunn - Damn, even our referees are getting into this interfed stuff!

Allen throws his microphone and, with one giant leaps, levels the referee with a clothesline. He throws his hands into the air, mocking the upset, angry fans as he walks side to side on the stage. He grabs his microphone one last time.

Josh Allen - Jesse Williams, if you thought your cheap win ended this little party, I have some beastly news for you. I'm not done. Not by a fucking long shot. So when you're out here in the ring, week after week, battling Greg Jackson and who the hell ever you face, you better keep my name etched in that barren brain you have. Next time, Jesse, your fucking refs will be raising MY hand... and I'll be bringing home some new gold.

Josh throws the microphone as "Riot" by Three Days Grace drowns out the fans' booing. He disappears to the back as medical personnel swarm the stage to help the referee up and assist him to the back. The ring technicians finish up with the cage, and soon also make their exit after walking up the steel ramp.

Falcoon - What a ruthless attack.

Dunn - I guess Allen failed against the top dog, so now he's picking on the mangey mutts.

The feed cuts to the announcers booth, as Missy Janson is seen standing up from the time keepers table with a microphone in hand. The camera pans from the three men, following Missy as she paces towards the steel ring steps in front of the open cage door.

Greene - He is obviously not finished with Williams.

Falcoon - And I doubt Jesse would have a problem going against Allen once again.

She ascends them quickly, hopping onto the ring apron and stepping through the ring ropes -- entering through the cage door. She steps into the ring, and makes her way directly to the center of the squared circle -- turning to face the side of the arena with the cameras.

Dunn - We can debate that when we cross that bridge.

Falcoon - James is right, right now we have a Cage Match to focus on.

Greene - As does Jesse.

Missy lifts the microphone up to her mouth, and begins her announcements.

Missy Janson - It is time for the next match, and it is the third match in the Best of Seven Series for the OWF World Heavyweight Championship.

The fans roar in approval.

Missy Janson - This match, by choice of Greg, is a Cage Match -- where you can win the match by Escaping the Cage, or by executing a pinfall or submission...

The rowdy crowd, all on their feet, are hooting and hollering as Missy tries speaking over them.

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, taking in his surroundings. 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 steel ring steps then pulls himself through the open cage door and into the ring. Greg walks over to the turnbuckle leans his back up against it, preparing for the match.

Falcoon - If Greg falls down three to nothing, this series is as good as done.

Greg's music fades, and Missy immediately continues on with her announcements.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, From Las Vegas, Nevada -- He is the current 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, with Jesse staring out into the crowd. 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 through the cage door, directly under the bottom rope as he lunges over the steel ring steps- 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 heads for the open cage door. She exits, and the referee closes the door behind her -- calling for the bell once Missy is seated back at ringside.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men head to the center of the ring with the fans cheering both of them loudly. Williams limps heavily, but Greg pays no attention to it as he keeps his eyes locked on the eyes of Jesse. As the two meet, they lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up which they quickly break. Jesse fires a wide right hook that Greg ducks, sending Williams spinning back around -- where he is suddenly knocked flat to the mat with a Superkick to the jaw from Greg.

Dunn - Superkick!

Greene - Cover him Greg!

Jackson looks stunned as Williams lays flat on his back, and Greg bolts towards the nearest side of the cage. He progressively ascends each of the steel bars as if they were a rope ladder -- getting nearly half-way up the cage within seconds, as Jesse only pulled himself up to his knees. He sees Greg nearing the top, and immediately picks himself up -- heading towards that panel of cage and climbing up himself. Jesse works double time to catch up with Greg, with both men reaching the top of the steel cage at the same time. Greg nails Jesse with a back right elbow when he gets up to the top, nearly sending him down to the ring but Williams somehow remains on the cage. Jackson begins pulling his upper body over the cage, when Williams grabs the back of Greg's head and slams it down upon the top of the cage. Jackson's grip immediately fails him, and he falls flat to his back in the ring. Jesse remains hung up on the top of the cage, while Greg is able to pick himself up rather quickly -- and grab a hold of Jesse around his right leg. Progressively with every second Greg yanks Jesse further and further down the cage, until Williams is standing on the mat with Greg. Once there, Greg brings his right knee into the abdomen of Williams and backs him into the corner -- stepping in and nailing short right elbows across his brow. One of the shots opens a stitched wound on Jesse's forehead, with blood beginning to roll down his face this early in the night.

Falcoon - Eww that's so gross.

Greene - That's going to get infected.

Dunn - And then it will be actually gross.

Williams eventually slumps down in the corner, with only his arms hanging him up -- prompting Greg to stop his assault. After a quick glance over his shoulder, Jackson grabs a hold of Jesse's right wrist and irish whips Williams out of the corner, but Williams reverses it and instead sends Greg running towards the opposite corner. As Greg nears the corner, Williams runs forward right behind Greg -- who bounds up from the mat from his right foot, and places his left foot on the top rope. Once there, he pushes off from the top rope with his left and places his right foot on one of the steel bars of the cage about two feet above the top rope. Once his right foot makes contact with the bars he springs towards the adjacent panel of cage -- placing only the toe of his left foot onto a bar about five feet above the top rope, before pushing himself off and spinning around and flying down at Jesse. Williams is unable to slow himself in time, as Greg nails a flying cross body with an aide from the cage.

Falcoon - He just leveled Jesse from about ten feet in the air.

Greene - Greg is looking sharp tonight.

Dunn - Now if he'd just go for a pinfall he could get out of here and guarantee Jesse will have to fight at the PPV.

Falcoon - The more Jesse fights, the less his chances are of winning.

Jackson is able to pick himself up rather quickly, and shouts for the cage door to be opened. The ring technician on the outside opens the door, with Greg slowly approaching. As he passes Jesse, Williams grabs Greg's right foot with both of his hands -- preventing Jackson from escaping. Jackson turns back, laying a stomp across the top of Jesse's head in hopes of breaking his grasp -- but Jesse refuses, and he begins to pick himself up behind Greg. As he locks him in a reverse waist lock, the ring technician closes the cage door up followed by Williams dragging Jackson back towards the middle fo the ring.

Falcoon - Well at least he's smart enough to know the door is right there.

Dunn - Yeah, only took him almost fifteen minutes. Real genius.

Jackson is able to break the clenched hands of Williams, and swing around behind him -- wrapping his arms around Jesse's midsection in a reverse waist lock of his own. Williams tries to free himself, but is unable to break Gregs grip. He tries to nail a back elbow stirke, but Jackson is able to avoid every one of them from both arms in random order. Jesse looks stranded in the middle of the ring when he lunges his body forward into a somersault, breaking the hold as he swings his legs up and hooks them behind the arms of Greg. On his way down, Jesse pulls Greg face-first to the mat and picks himself up -- standing over Greg. Williams grabs Jackson by his dreadlocks and lifts him up to his feet, spinning Greg around and sticking his head under the right armpit of Jackson. Williams hooks Greg's right arm around Jesse's own head, and grasps it behind his back with Jesse's right hand. He lifts Greg up for a Northern Lights Suplex, and begins to spin him around.

Dunn - Going for the J-Dubz Driver II!

As Williams swings Greg around his shoulders, Jackson uses his agility to further propel himself -- swinging straight through the standing Firemans Carry, and the front Powerslam position. Greg spins off of Jesse, turning one hundred and eighty degrees with a hold of Jesse's head -- and driving Williams' face into the mat with a Facebuster, with Greg landing on his knees.

Falcoon - What a counter!

Greene - Jackson may finally have that window to pull out the victory.

Dunn - Williams is losing a lot of blood.

Jackson picks himself up to his feet and turns his back to Williams, who lays flat upon his stomach -- blood gushing from his forehead even worse. He turns towards the nearest side of the ring and heads towards it, scaling up the ropes -- but Williams scurries up to his feet and yanks Greg down from the ropes. Jackson swings his right elbow back as he lands on the mat, connecting with the side of Jesse's head and dropping him down to his right knee. With Jesse dazed, Greg turns back to the ropes and begins climbing up them once again -- but this time, when Jesse picks himself up, he immediately sticks his head between the legs of Jackson. He lifts him off the ropes, with Jackson sitting on top of Williams' shoulders -- which only lasts for a moment, as Greg rolls forward with a victory roll. The referee slides into place once Jesse's back hits the mat with Jackson sitting on his chest -- and hooking both of his legs under his armpits. The referee makes the count...1...2...Williams uses his legs to roll Jackson through, now pinning his shoulders to the mat as the referee makes that count...1...2...Greg kicks out, and immediately kips up to his feet, with Jesse taking an extra second to stand up. Jackson looks for a Superkick, but Jesse catches his right foot and keeps Greg hopping up and down on his left. Williams pulls Greg into him -- hooking Jackson's fully extended right leg over his left shoulder and hooking his right arm around his neck, clasping his hands behind Greg's back.

Falcoon - Williams going for a Capture Suplex.

Greg hops up with his left foot, bringing his knee cap up into the stomach of Jesse -- following it up a second time, which prompts Williams to drop Greg's leg. Jesse still maintains a loose hold on Greg's head, which he turns into a side headlock around the neck of Jesse and charges forward -- looking for a bulldog. Williams is able to shove Jackson off of him before he dives forward, sending him stumbling towards the cage -- which he crashes into, face-first. Jackson stumbles backwards, right into a reverse waist lock from Jesse -- who immediately tosses Greg over his back with a release German Suplex. Jackson is able to counter the move by over-rotating in mid-air, executing a full back flip, and landing on his feet behind Jesse -- who slowly picks himself up from the mat, where he fell from his own momentum. As Williams turns around, Greg drives his shoulder into the stomach of Jesse and drives him backwards into the corner.

Dunn - Greg is maintaining control.

Greene - And Williams is falling apart.

Falcoon - I think this is Greg's night tonight.

Jackson keeps his shoulder in the stomach of Jesse, and places both of his hands on the middle rope -- on either side of Jesse's body. He pulls himself backwards, only to thrust his shoulder right into the gut of Williams, who winces in pain. Jackson pulls his body back again, and once more drives his shoulder into the abdomen of Williams -- with Jesse yelling in pain. Greg digs his shoulder into the abdomen of Jesse, keeping a constant pressure, hooks his thighs and lifts him to a seated position on the top rope. From the mutliple shots to the stomach that Jesse suffered, Jackson chooses not to further damage Williams as he begins climbing up the corner while facing Jesse. Jackson is able to scale the turnbuckle, making it to the top rope as he stood infront of the seated Jesse Williams. With a huge roar from the fans, Greg Jackson leaps from the top rope and wraps both of his legs around the head of Jesse Williams -- who stands up to his feet on the second rope.

Greene - SUPER HURRICA--

As Greg tries to flip back, he finds himself overpowered as Williams grabs a firm hold around both Jackson's thighs. Williams leaps from the second rope once he gains the leverage and Jackson begins falling backwards due to gravity after having his Hurricanrana reversed. Williams sits out, driving Greg down upon his back with a Powerbomb that shakes the ring and sends the fans into a frenzy.

Dunn - Shit, what a Sitout Powerbomb.

Falcoon - Williams and Jackson are getting to know each others styles and tendancies better with every match.

Both men remain down on the mat, as a dueling chant of "Lets go Jackson! Lets go Williams!" breaks out, with the crowd split fifty to fifty. The referee checks on both men, with Williams being the first to begin to move.

Falcoon - Jesse hasn't even tried to escape the cage.

Dunn - He hasn't had a chance to.

Jesse rolls onto his left side, away from Greg, and grabs a hold of the ring ropes. He pulls himself up to a kneeling position, with both hands on the top rope as Greg finally picks himself up to all fours with his head hung towards the mat. Williams drags himself up to his feet, shooting a glance across the ring at Greg who is in his own world while attemtping to get to his feet.

Greene - Well now is his chance to make an exit.

Williams turns and faces Jackson, who finally picks himself up to his feet. As he stumbles around Williams runs at Greg, extending his right arm outward and swinging it at the head of Greg Jackson. He is able to duck the clothesline attempt, hooking Jesse's right arm at the elbow with his left hand -- slipping behind him and also hooking Williams' left arm at the elbow. Greg slides Williams down with a backslide, forcing his shoulders down to the mat as the referee slides in and makes the count... Before he can, Williams reverse somersaults out of it, using the momentum of the backslide, and up to his feet -- while Greg staggers back up, to see Jesse firing another clothesline attempt with that same right arm. A second time, Greg sidesteps the blow and uses his hands to hook Jesse's arms at his elbows, executing another backslide. He pins Jesse's shoulders to the mat as the referee drops to his knees and makes the count... Once again using the momentum of the slide, Williams somersaults out of the pin before a one count and as he stands up, he immediately charges in Greg's direction.

Falcoon - Jesse better be careful!

Jackson is barely to get up to his feet as Williams approaches, ducking out of the way of a clothesline that Jesse doesn't throw -- instead taking two steps, turning around, and running back at Greg who turns back around. Upon his third attempt, Williams finally connects with a devastating clothesline across the throat of Greg -- sending Jackson back flipping onto his stomach, while Jesse stands with most of his weight on his left leg once again.

Greene - What a shot.

Falcoon - Williams is getting a move in here and there, but Greg has been dominant for most of this match.

Dunn - He's the fresher competitor, and Williams is obviously in some great deal of pain.

Jesse reaches down, grabbing two handfuls of Greg's dreadlocks and lifts him up to his feet -- releasing his grip of his left hand once Jackson is standing. Williams runs towards the nearest side of the ring, pulling Greg by his hair with his right hand -- looking to slam him into the cage. Jackson follows Jesse's lead, but as he reaches the cage he thrusts his left leg up and presses the sole of his left boot onto one of the steel bars of the cage. He then lifts his right foot, and walks up the side of the cage -- backflipping over the head of Jesse and landing in a crouching position. From there, Greg remains as Jesse slowly turns himself around -- then Greg leaps into the air, and drives both of his feet into the face of Jesse. The impact of the dropkick staggers Williams backwards, cracking the back of his head on the steel cage and propelling him in a haze towards Greg, who just returned to his feet. Greg hooks Jesse around the back of his neck, and his right thigh -- rolling him down to the mat with a small package that Williams immediately rolls through with and stands himself and Greg up into a standing suplex position. Jesse lifts Greg into the air, holding him in the vertical suplex position as he twists his body in mid-air.

Greene - J-Dubz Driver I!

Falcoon - This is how he beat Slayer at Drift and Die! Small package into J-Dubs Driver I.

Dunn - That sounded so sexual, I'm not even touching it.

He briefly places Greg's abdomen over his right shoulder -- which proves costly as Greg reverses by hooking his left arm around the throat of Williams, and throwing all of his weight backwards. He jerks Jesse backwards, nailing a Reverse DDT from the front Powerslam position Jackson was held in for a moment.

Falcoon - Greg countered that one, too!

Greene - Nobody has countered both in the same match..

Dunn - I find myself pulling for Greg.

Falcoon - The fans are firmly behind him, as well.

Jackson feeds off his adrenaline, grabbing a hold of Williams by his hair and tugging him up to his feet. He tosses Jesse back-first into the corner, where he slides down -- and sits upon the ring apron due to his inability to hold himself up with his right leg. Instead of inflicting more pain, Greg merely grabs another hold of Jesse's hair and lifts him back up to his feet. He hooks both of Jesse's arms over the top rope, so he can't slide down -- and nails a knife edge chop across his exposed chest, trying to provoke Williams into fighting back.

Falcoon - Jesse looks out on his feet.

Greg pulls Williams' right arm off from over the ropes, and he whips Williams out of the corner, but Jesse reverses it.

Greene - Good call, Gordie.

Jesse throws Greg with such force that not only does Jackson crash chest first into the turnbuckle, but Williams falls to the mat from exhaustion. Jackson's impact forces him into a backpeddle as he staggers backwards towards the center of the ring as Jesse forces himself back up to his feet, with most of his weight on his left leg. Williams stands behind Greg, hooking the right arm of Jackson under his arm pit -- and placing the palm of his right hand on the back of Greg's neck, locking him in a Half-Nelson. Jesse grabs a hold of Greg's tights, flipping him over his back -- dropping him directly on his neck with a Half-Nelson Suplex.

Dunn - Half-Nelson Suplex! Greg has fallen victim to it in every ma--

As Greg's head bounces off the mat, his momentum carries him over into a roll -- and he lands on his feet, facing Jesse.

Falcoon - What... THE... FUCK

Williams picks himself off of his back, facing away from Greg for a moment with the fans fallen in absolute silence. Williams turns around, as Greg turns his body to the side and shuffles towards Jesse -- extending his right foot up at Jesse's face. Greg connects right on point with Williams' jaw with a devastating Superkick, that drops both men down to the mat -- with a ravenous roar from the excited crowd.

Dunn - Greg's got it after that.

Greene - Jesse may need some help out of here tonight.

Jackson begins to stir, pulling himself up to his hands and knees as he begins to crawl back towards the corner he faces as he picks himself from the mat. Greg lifts his hands up from the mat, grabbing onto the middle rope on either side of the turnbuckle in the corner -- lifting himself up to both knees facing the corner. He quickly reaches up with his left hand, and picks his right knee from the mat as he pulls his foot forward, and plants it on the mat. He uses it to pick himself up from his left knee -- and Greg swings his left foot up, and immediately places it on the second rope in the corner.

Falcoon - Greg's looking for the exit.

Dunn - He could have just pinned him, Jesse's just starting to come back to reality.

Williams rolls himself onto his right side, spitting blood from his mouth down onto the mat. He glances up to the corner, where he sees Jackson with both feet upon the middle rope -- and his hands clenched tightly around the bars of the cage, with his back to the ring. Jesse forces himself to roll to all fours for a moment -- before lifting his left knee up towards his chest, while planting his right knee on the mat. In the corner Greg steps up to the top rope right his left foot and, with the added height from the step, grasps about a foot higher on the cage with his left hand.

Greene - Williams is up!

Dunn - Greg blew his advantage.

Jesse hoists himself up to his feet as he bursts up from his kneeling position, and turns himself around to face the corner Greg has been climbing. He sees Jackson now placing his right foot on the top rope, and extending his right hand upwards -- grasping a bar of the cage at the same height as his left hand as he stands on the top rope. Jesse pulls an act of desperation, running towards the corner with a noticable hobble in his sprint.

Falcoon - What's he gonna do--

Jesse leaps, pushing off from his left foot as he lands with both feet on the middle rope rope -- and wraps both of his arms around the hips of Greg, clasping his hands infront of Jackson as he locks him in a reverse waist lock. In the blink of an eye, Williams uses the last bit of strength he holds within his body and tosses Greg over his head -- leaping backwards as well as he sends Jackson backwards from the top rope. Greg lands upon the mat, with the top rope German Suplex, with all of the impact being centered on his shoulders and head -- as Jesse crashes flat to his back.

Dunn - That crazy bastard!

Williams bridges his back and is heard yelling in pain from the tension on his knees and back. The referee slides in as Greg finally comes-to, violently kicking his legs with his shoulders forced against the mat.

Greene - Greg is fighting it!

The referee makes the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, taking a three to nothing lead in the Best of Seven Series... Jesse Williams!

Greene - Poor Greg, he was so close yet again!

Falcoon - And now? He's doomed.

Immediately ring technicians run down to ringside, rolling down a steel cart with both competitors laying on the mat -- receiving a deafening applause from the crowd.

Dunn - So now we move on to Next Week, where Jesse has the chance to sweep Jackson.

The technicians begin breaking down the panels of the cage, as the referee checks on both men. Jackson lays on his stomach and pounds the mat with his closed fist, while Jesse claws himself towards the ropes nearest to the cage door, staring at Greg. From the outside, a technician opens the door and Williams pulls himself out from under the bottom rope -- and to the outside while Greg stands himself up in the middle of the ring, watching Jesse's every move.

Falcoon - You can all but count Greg out now.

Greene - Don't be so sure, it's not over until it's over.

Dunn - Williams hasn't been beaten in a singles match in nearly eight months. Why would next week change a thing?

Williams receives his World Title and begins hobbling towards the ramp, turning his attention toward the entrance way -- as the technicians remove one of the cage panels. Greg is seen in the ring, with a look of shock upon his face as he watches Jesse disappear through the curtains.

Falcoon - Greg isn't even sure of himself, it seems.

Dunn - And that will end up behind his end.

He exits the ring from the side that the cage panel has been removed from, as the panel to the right is also removed -- and both sections are placed upon the steel carts. The fans cheer for Greg as he heads up the ramp, but he ignores them completely.

Greene - A lot of people are still pulling for Greg.

Dunn - And those people are mentally retarded.

The feed cuts backstage, where Jesse Williams is seen hobbling through the halls. From the right, he is approached by a young male who holds an OWF Microphone. As Jesse steps towards him, and the camera man, the bloody OWF Champion stops and stares at the floor- wincing in pain.

Reporter - Hey Jesse...I'd like to ask you-

Jesse Williams - Excuse me, it's only polite to introduce yourself.

Reporter - Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Tyler Taylor and I'm the newest Reporter for the OWF.

Dunn - That's even worse than Garrett Greene.

Greene - Shut up!

Jesse Williams - Very good. Now, as you were saying..

Tyler Taylor - I just wanted to ask you, how are you feeling physically after putting your body through such hell lately?

Williams smiles.

Jesse Williams - I feel like shit Tyler, but that's nothing new. I go from show to show and I consistantly prove that I am the best- just like I did here tonight, and just like I did last night.

Tyler Taylor - Ah yes, I wanted to congratulate you on your victory over Josh Allen.

Jesse Williams - Thanks for the props- but no congratulations is necessary. I knew I would beat him, but I was just worried about the toll my body would suffer walking into tonight. Make no doubt about it, Jackson kicked my ass all over that cage tonight- but once again, I ended up walking out victorious. Even when the stars seem to align for Greg, one thing ends up being out of place and ruining any chance he ever had of making this competitive.

Tyler Taylor - Next week you face Greg in the fourth match? Any ideas on what he's got planned?

Jesse Williams - No, I don't have a clue- but it doesn't matter. Any match he would feel to be his strong point, I am probably more efficient at dominating. He can pick anything from a Cereal Battle on a Pole Match, to a Thumb Wars Match- all that matters is the end result, which is the end of Greg Jackson's happy-go-lucky attitude. Not everything is shits and giggles, and I'll put him through a personal hell he could have only had terrible nightmares about before this point. Now, if you don't mind..

Williams limps past Tyler, who is left in the hallways before the feed cuts back to the ring -- where the Cage has been dismantled, and all panels have been returned backstage.

Greene - Wow.

Falcoon - I know, Jesse had some harsh words for Greg.

Greene - No, that Tyler guy is good.

Dunn - Oh shut up.

Standing in the direct center of the ring is Missy Janson, holding a microphone in her right hand which rests at her side -- waiting for the rabid crowd to calm itself down a bit.

Greene - Well you guys know what time it is..

Falcoon - Time for the first of the final three Christmas Tree Qualifier Matches!

Dunn - I'm stoked.

Missy lifts her hand up to her mouth, speaking into the microphone.

Missy Janson - The following matchup is scheduled for a one fall, and it is a Christmas Tree Qualifier Match! Making his way 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. He walks up the ring steps, entering the cage and walking past a few weapons laying on the mat. Once in the ring he backs into to the corner waiting for match to start.

Falcoon - Tommy almost became the SCS Champion last week.

Dunn - Now he takes his step forward towards a possible shot for the World Title.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Jersey City, New Jersey... 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
Question everything we clung to for years
Live forever - design a better death
Confuse a liar with a savior from fear

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
The world will not change
The answer is clear
Annihilation

He climbs down, glares at the audience and warms up for his match.

Greene - Meanwhile, JC is looking towards another shot at the top prize in the OWF.

Dunn - He'd prefer to get it through Williams, but he's determined enough to storm through anyone.

The referee calls for the bell as soon as Missy exits the ring.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Tommy wastes no time charging in with a right hand, staggering JC towards the corner. Another right, followed by a left, and JC is forced into the turnbuckles. JC stumbles out from the corner, but Tommy nails him with another hard right hand. JC attempts to catch himself on the ropes, but again Tommy follows up with another punch to the face, this time driving JC to the mat. The Ox taunts JC briefly before stomping him three times in the midsection. Ox continues to kick JC in the ribs, forcing him under the ropes and out of the ring. Tommy raises his arms up and once again taunts JC -- as the referee begins the count.

1...2...

JC begins to gather himself outside of the ring, but the Ox drops from the ring apron to the floor and connects with another hard right hand -- restarting the count.

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

He then pulls JC towards the steel steps and slams JC into them, face first.

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

JC bounces back and Tommy kicks him in the back of the head with a big boot, he then quickly rolls into, and then back out of, the ring to break the ref's count.

Falcoon - Smart move by the newcomer to the OWF.

Greene - He knows a double countout does him no good.

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

The Ox pulls JC up and irish whips him into the ring post. JC crashes into the ring post and falls to the floor. Tommy slowly walks over to JC, and as JC gets to his feet, Tommy nails him again with another stiff right hand, knocking JC back to the floor. The Ox, once again, rolls into and out of the ring to break the count.

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

Tommy turns around and reaches for the camera cable while JC attempts to get to his feet. Tommy pulls the cable towards JC and wraps the cable around JC's neck and begins to pull tightly. JC gasps for air while the referee yells at Tommy -- as he decides to stop counting for ringouts. Tommy continues to choke JC with the cable as the referee comes outside the ring. The referee begins to argue with Tommy and Tommy ignores him and continues to choke the life out of JC. The Ox finally drops the cable to the floor and JC inhales deeply. Tommy pulls JC up and smashes his face into the ring post. He taunts JC once again, before entering the ring. The referee stays on the outside to check on JC.

Greene - JC may have under estimated Tommy Morella.

Dunn - I'm sure he's coming to his senses now and realizes this isn't just a walk in the park.

JC finally gets to his feet and walks towards the ring. JC slides into the ring, where Tommy the Ox waits patiently. Tommy approaches JC and again nails a hard right hand to JC's face. JC gets back to his feet, and Tommy nails him back down with another punch to the face. Tommy lets JC get back to his feet, then nails him again. JC slowly gets back up but Tommy is right there again, this time scooping JC up and slamming him down on his back. Tommy signals for a power move, but as JC gets to his feet, he shoves Tommy back into the turnbuckles. Tommy comes back at JC, who pulls himself up in the opposite corner. Tommy comes in with another huge right hand and attempts to follow it up with another, but JC pushes him back. Tommy comes back towards the corner and punches JC one more. JC pushes Tommy back once again. This time Tommy rushes in, but JC sidesteps and Tommy crashes into the turnbuckles. JC pulls on Tommy's arm and irish whips him across the ring into the other corner. Tommy comes stumbling out and JC pulls on Tommy's arm again and flings him back to the opposite corner with another irish whip. The Ox stumbles out towards the middle of the ring once more, but this time JC meets him in the middle and nails a powerful sidewalk slam.

Dunn - JC knows how to execute the perfect power move at the perfect time.

Greene - It's why he has elevated his profile in the past few months.

Both men are down in the middle of the ring and the referee begins the ten count. JC begins to stir as the referee gets to three. Tommy is up to his knees at five and JC pulls himself up to his knees as well. Both men face each other on their knees and Tommy pulls back and punches JC in the face. JC comes right back with a hard right hand of his own. The two men continue to trade off on punches while getting to their feet. Tommy gains the upper hand, landing a few punches in a row, but as he goes for another, JC brings up his leg and kicks Tommy in the chest. Tommy tries to come with another punch, but JC blocks it and nails a huge clothesline, dropping Tommy to the mat. JC pulls Tommy up and goes for the Solitaire Unraveling but Tommy slips away and rolls out of the ring. JC taunts Tommy this time, motioning for him to come back into the ring.

Dunn - Now JC has him right where he wants him.

Falcoon - Well, once he gets in the ring he will.

Dunn - I wasn't being literal -- asshole.

Tommy obliges and climbs the stairs and slips in the ring between the ropes. The two men lock up in the center of the ring and JC overpowers Tommy, pushing him back towards the corner. The referee calls for the clean break, but JC lifts his knee and drives it fiercely into Tommy's midsection. JC takes a step back, leaps up into the air, and executes a perfect dropkick. Tommy staggers and then falls to the mat, face first. JC kicks Tommy until he turns over, then stomps on Tommy's face, repeatedly, using the ropes for extra leverage. JC pulls Tommy to his feet, irish whips him into the ropes, and catches him with a powerslam on the way back. JC jumps to his feet and signals for the "Solitaire Unraveling." Tommy gets to his feet, and JC scoops him up, holds him in position, and then nails Solitaire Unraveling in the center of the ring. JC places one foot on Tommy's chest as the referee drops down to make the count. 1...2...JC removes his foot from Tommy, breaking the pin. JC pulls Tommy up and tosses him to the outside of the ring.

Dunn - What a cocky bastard.

Falcoon - He obviously takes pleasure in hurting people.

Greene - I thought he wanted the World Title, though? He could be well on his way by now.

JC follows Tommy to the outside and grabs the camera cable that Tommy used earlier, and begins to choke Tommy with it. The referee attempts to break the choke, but JC ignores him. After a few moments, JC releases the choke, pulls Tommy up into a vertical press, and drops him on the steel steps. JC puts his shoulder under the ropes, back into the ring, to break the count. Tommy is busted open, but JC shows no remorse, he pulls Tommy to his feet and slams the Ox face first into the ring post then rolls Tommy back into the ring. JC rolls into the ring and makes the cover. 1...2...kickout by Tommy. JC smiles as he gets back to his feet, pulling Tommy up with him. JC tosses Tommy into the corner and begins to choke him, using the ropes for leverage. The referee yells at JC and begins the five count. JC breaks the choke at four and he and the referee get in each others faces. JC shoves the referee, and he falls to the mat. With the referee down, Tommy nails JC with a lowblow.

Falcoon - That bastard!

Greene - Little JC must not have enjoyed that.

Dunn - Tommy is playing it smart. He's doing exactly what JC would do.

JC drops down to one knee in the center of the ring, holding his groin. Tommy bounces off of the ropes and runs towards JC, uses JC's knee as a boost, leaps up and nails a devastating shining wizard, smashing his knee into JC's face. The referee gets back to his feet and begins a ten count with both men down. Tommy slowly crawls over to JC and drapes his arm over JC for the pin. The referee makes the count...1...2...kickout by JC.

Falcoon - I think JC is kicking himself for not taking that fall when he could.

Both men begin to roll onto their sides at the same pace, as they lock eyes and both try to beat the other to their feet. JC gets to his knees first, but Morella is the first to push himself up to his feet -- gaining his balance rather quickly. Morella looks down at JC and lunges forward, looking for a clothesline while he kneels on the mat -- but JC leaps up from his knee and sets off, at full speed, towards the ring ropes. He turns, bouncing off back-first and making eye contact with Morella who spins around -- and nails a running Big Boot right to the face, which knocks Tommy "The Ox" Morella unconscious.

Dunn - Big Boot of Doom. BOOM!

JC immediately lifts Tommy's liftless body up off the mat, and immediately across his shoulders in a Torture Rack. He spins Morella around and nails a sitout backbreaker from the rack -- with Morella's body bouncing off the mat like dead weight. JC drapes his arm over Tommy "The Ox" Morella's chest, as the referee slides in and makes the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match and qualifying for the OWF Christmas Tree Match at Holiday Bash -- JC!

Dunn - JC moves on to Holiday Bash.

Falcoon - This match is getting more stacked by the moment.

Greene - We now have the first six qualifiers, with only two spots to be filled in.

JC leaves the ring, avoiding the referee who tries to raise his arm. He begins to head up the ramp while Morella slowly rolls out of the ring, and to the outside.

Falcoon - And those next two qualifiers are the next two matches here tonight.

Dunn - I personally can't wait for this thing to be made official.

Greene - Same here.

Cut backstage, where NLW Champion Josh Allen makes his way to the exit. As he strolls through the corridor, he passes OWF's own Venetian vandal, reclined against a wall. Specter loudly clears his throat in an attempt to get Allen's attention.

Specter - Howdy, champ.

Josh Allen - Excuse me. I didn't catch your name.

Specter - Specter. Don't worry. We'll be getting acquainted real well. Since you're sticking around the OWF, I figured I'd extend the olive branch.

Josh Allen - I'm honored.

Specter - Don't be like that. You and me have a lot in common. I've got a superiority complex. You've got a superiority complex. I'm in the Christmas Tree Match at Holiday Bash. You're in the Christmas Tree Match. I think Jesse Williams is a cocksucker. You're the latest member of the "I Lost to Jesse Williams Club."

Josh Allen - Since I'm new here, enlighten me. You must've beaten Jesse Williams?

Specter - Me and Slayer took out him and Vacant in a tag match a couple of months back.

Josh Allen - A tag match? No, no... I mean just you. Alone. One-on-one?

Specter - Not exactly. I'm the reason he got his ass kicked in Gang Wars.

Josh Allen - Oh, well fuck, that changes everything.

Specter - Look, we're getting off on the wrong foot. If you ask around, you'll probably hear some not-so-nice things about me. People talk. They get jealous. They slander. I'm sure you can relate, but the truth is, I'm a pretty decent guy. I watch out for my friends and I never fuck over anybody that doesn't have it coming. We oughta get along.

Josh Allen - Wish I could say I look forward to working with you.

Specter - Give me a shot. As a show of good faith, I'm leaving my door open. You need the lowdown on any of the shit stains in this locker room, you hit me up. I'll be glad to bring you up to speed.

Josh Allen - I'll consider it.

Specter tries to put his arm around Allen, but Josh shrugs it off. Specter continues his spiel.

Specter - Glad to hear it, buddy. On behalf of the entire fucking roster, all of whom are just tickled shitless you're here, I'd like to officially welcome you to the Outsider Wrestling Federation. I think we're gonna be pals, Joshy boy.

Specter walks off, leaving Allen frustrated as we cut back to ringside and a view of the announcers table.

Falcoon - Josh can't catch a break, but seems like Specter wants to help.

Greene - Specter never wants to help anyone except himself.

Dunn - That's not true! Look what he did for Drake.

Falcoon - Drake made his own way to the Sin City Spotlight Championship.

Dunn - That's what Specter wants you to think.

Missy Janson pulls a microphone off of the time keepers table, and stands from her steel chair as the camera pans to the right to follow her towards the ring.

Greene - Whatever you say, James. I'm moving on to the next match.

Dunn - Oh yeah, well so am I!

Falcoon - I'm glad, now we can all be on the same page.

Missy skips up the steel ring steps, and onto the ring apron -- parting the middle and top ropes as she steps into the ring. She sets her sights on the middle of the ring, and paces towards it.

Dunn - Well, lets send it to Missy to get this match on the road.

Greene - Agreed.

She stops directly in the center of the squared circle as she lifts the microphone up to her lips and begins to speak.

Missy Janson - The next matchup is scheduled for a one fall, and it is a Christmas Tree Qualifier Match!

The fans all slowly stand up, staring at Missy as she continues on.

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.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania..."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 give a mixed reaction, as some boo him with all that they have in their lungs -- but a few fans are cheering. 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. Steel slides 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 leaves the ring, and the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Falcoon - Skotty Surph is ready to make a name for himself tonight in singles competition.

Dunn - He's been regarded as a tag guy, and now is his opportunity to prove otherwise.

Greene - Trent's been on a roll since losing the Blood, Sweat and Tears belts to El Plaga.

Dunn - You're right. Skotty's got his work cut out for him.

The two men circle the ring. They lock up and Steel rolls around and applies a waist lock. Skotty grabs his arm, trying to get leverage, but Steel flips him over in a German Suplex. He turns around and is astonished to see Skotty has landed on his feet. Skotty is quickly up and connects with a dropkick. Steel falls out of the ring and hits his head on the barricade. He stands up and Skotty dives through the ropes with a suicide dive, but Trent moves out of the way and Skotty crashes into the barricade.

Falcoon - Jesus, Skotty went for it all and got nothing there.

Dunn - That's what happens when you go high-risk. And my name is James, not Jesus.

Greene - Impressive move there by Trent Steel, showing a great prescence of mind.

Steel rolls Skotty into the ring. He punches Skotty in the ribs and then again. Skotty holds his abdomen trying to catch his wind and Steel quickly hits him with a clothesline. Steel goes for a quick cover. 1...2...Skotty rolls the left shoulder up. Steel stands up and stomps on Skotty's ribcage. He lifts him to his feet, turns him around and delivers a neckbreaker. Once again he tries to pin Skotty, 1...2...and again Skotty kicks out.

Greene - Trent Steel is having trouble putting Skotty away.

Dunn - Who would have thought it?

Falcoon - Skotty has yet to hit a single offensive manuever in this matchup, however.

Dunn - Well he tried to earlier, but he kind of fucked that up.

Steel kicks Skotty in the stomach and runs the ropes, but whatever he is looking for is stopped when Skotty gets a surprise crucifix pin...1...2...Steel kicks out and they both are quickly to their feet. Skotty goes for another kick but Steel catches his leg. Steel talks trash but doesn’t see the leg of Skotty connecting with his head as Skotty successfully hits an enziguri.

Dunn - Skotty's not finished yet!

Greene - I think that surprised Steel. He even took time to insult Surph.

Skotty picks up Steel and irish whips him into the corner. He follows Steel over, and places him on the top turnbuckle. Skotty then climbs up with him, hooks the head and places the arm over his head. Skotty looks for a superplex but Steel shrugs him off and punches him in the mouth. Skotty holds his mouth, Steel hits another punch to the temple and Skotty falls off. Steel jumps off for an elbow drop but Skotty moves out of the way. Both men lie in the ring for a moment but Steel is the first one to get up. He shakes his arm trying to shrug off the pain in his elbow, and this gives Skotty time to kick him in the stomach. He shouts something to the audience that the cameras do not pick up.

Falcoon - I think Skotty's signaling for the Cyclone here!

Dunn - Why did he announce it? That's just going to tip Steel off!

Greene - If he can pull this off he will get the biggest win of his career.

Skotty jumps on the shoulders of Trent Steel and attempts to fly backwards with a reverse hurricanrana, but Steel holds on and leaves Skotty hanging. Skotty pulls himself up and starts punching the top of the head of Steel, delivering big forearms. He twists around attempting a regular hurricanrana, but before he can even flip over Steel launches him into the turnbuckle with a powerbomb.

Falcoon - The Eradication! That should do it

Trent pulls Skotty into the center of the ring, hooking his leg as he lays over his chest. The referee drops to his knees, and makes the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match and qualifying for the OWF Christmas Tree Match at Holiday Bash -- Trent Steel!

Falcoon - Now two member of the Rogues are entered into that match.

Dunn - We have Rogues, OWFers, NLWers -- it's going to be hotly contested.

Trent has his arm raised high in the air, as he receives even more cheers now.

Greene - Trent's getting cheered? How awkward.

We cut backstage from the view of the announcers booth, where Greg Jackson is seen just outside the office of Prez CJ. He is pacing back and forth, talking to himself before he goes in to meet with the president of OWF.

Greg Jackson - Ok, just stay calm Greg. Play it cool. Just cause you’re down three to nothing doesn’t mean you lose your dignity. Gotta have respect for yourself and maintain your integrity. You haven’t hit rock bottom, so there’s no need to panic……. Ok, let’s do this.

He walks into CJ’s office, where CJ is seated at his desk, waiting for Greg.

Prez CJ - Greg, what can I do for ya?

Greg Jackson - I’m here to name the stipulation for match four…

Prez CJ - Well-

Greg falls to his knees and clasps his hands together as if he’s praying, but he’s actually begging.

Greg Jackson - PLEASE!!! Book me in a Black Man Match with Jesse Williams! Whoever’s skin is the blackest, naturally, wins the match.

Prez CJ - Greg, I can’t book a match that’s over before the bell rings.

Greg Jackson - How about a Wu Tang Clan Trivia match?!

Prez CJ - The OWF audience wants to see wrestling in this best of seven series, Greg. Besides, I could be wrong, but I think Jesse Williams is good friends with RZA, GZA, and I think he may have even attended Ol’ Dirty Bastard’s funeral!

Greg Jackson - FUCK! I can’t even beat Jesse Williams in a Wu Tang Clan TRIVIA MATCH!!!

Prez CJ - Calm down Greg!

Greg Jackson - Give me some options! I have no shame! I’ll degrade myself in any way so long as it gives me an advantage! PLEASE!!!

Prez CJ - GREG! Your match four stipulation has already been decided!

Greg Jackson - What?

Prez CJ - Yeah, it’s an Iron Man match.

Greg Jackson - WHAT?!

Prez CJ - Yeah, we’ll have to see how the rest of the card looks to figure out how much time we give ya, but it should be 45 minutes at the least, hopefully an hour. Got time constraints ya know.

Greg Jackson - WHO told you I wanted an Iron Man match?

Prez CJ - Your brother.

Greg Jackson - I don’t want an Iron Man match.

Prez CJ - Well… I’m sorry, it’s too late. We already made some advertisements stating that next week’s main event is an Iron Man match.

Greg Jackson - God DAMMIT!

Greg leaves CJ’s office in a foul mood. As he leaves he sees Jason Chase standing outside the office.

Jason Chase - The crystal balls and dildo said there’d be a sweep!

Greg Jackson - SHUT UP!

Greg STORMS off, leaving Jason Chase by himself.

Jason Chase - You could always go for a Dildo on a Pole match if you make it to match five! You were really good at it!

Jason Chase follows behind Greg, trying to catch up to him as the feed cuts back to the announcers table -- with Missy Janson absent from her seat at the time keepers table.

Falcoon - We get an Iron Man Match next week?

Dunn - Holy fuck.

Greene - This gets better and better by the week.

Falcoon - It's do or die for Greg next week.

We cut to the ring, where Missy Janson is standing with a microphone in hand -- waiting for the fans attention.

Greene - But that's next week, now it's time for the Final Qualifier for the Christmas Tree Match.

Dunn - Go on Missy, we're waiting.

She lifts the microphone up to her mouth and begins the announcements.

Missy Janson - It is time for the Eighth, and Final, Christmas Tree Qualifier Match!

The fans explode into a round of cheers.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from San Antonio, Texas... Rockstar!

"Rockstar" hits the Pa, Rockstar doesn't appear, a murmour goes through the crowd, then the build up to the chorus starts and suddenly.

PA System - And we all just wanna be a big rockstar!

Rockstar appears with a bunch of cash, and hands it over to people in the crowd. He then climbs into the ring, and starts warming up for his match.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Haiti... He is the Current OWF Tears Tag Team Champion...

Dunn - NLW Tears Tag Team Champion, Missy.

Falcoon - Don't remind me.

Dunn - I wasn't, I was reminding her..

Missy Janson - ... 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 -- with the OWF Tears Tag Title hung over his shoulder, still with the NLW logo covering the OWF logo. Smoke flies out of his nose as he goes towards the ring with nothing but a spotlight on him. 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. He hands his OWF Tears Tag Title to the referee, who in turn hands it to Missy as she exits the ring.

Falcoon - Now lets hope Porta gets upset by Rockstar and doesn't have a chance to bring the OWF Title over, as well.

The referee calls for the bell as Missy vacates the ring.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The echoes of the opening bell have barely faded when Porta catches Rockstar napping with a clubbing forearm to the face, staggering the youngster back into the turnbuckle. Porta hits two more for good measure before grabbing his opponent by the wrist and whipping him into the opposite corner. Rockstar impacts the turnbuckles so hard he falls to the mat, holding his back in pain. Methodically, the tag champion walks over, picks up Rockstar by the head and neck, and delivers a hard scoop slam that makes the youngster arch upwards after impact to keep some pressure off of his back.

Falcoon - Rockstar is going to have to pick up the pace in the early goings if he wants to move on to Holiday Bash.

Prince does not hesitate for too long, once again picking up Rockstar before applying a front chancery. A moment later, he grabs the arm and slings it over his head before delivering a quick suplex, all impact as Rockstar bounces off the mat slightly. Prince scrambles over for a quick cover and only nets a long one out of it as Rockstar gets the right arm free. Emotionless, Porta pulls the youngster to his feet and hooks up another suplex attempt, but this time Rockstar floats behind Porta and stuns the big man with a forearm to the back of the head, and a second for good measure. Prince is staggered as Rockstar bounces off the side ropes and hits a clothesline that wobbles Prince a bit. This is repeated, with similar results. Rockstar looks for a third, ducks under a retaliatory attempt from Prince, and uses a flying shoulder block to finally drop the big man. Cover by Rockstar, with the referee dropping into place...1...Prince powers out of the lateral press.

Greene - Only a one count.

Dunn - Way too early for that attempt.

Falcoon - He has to start somewhere.

Dunn - Usually a shoulder block isn't that devastating.

The youngster is quick to get back to his feet as the tag champion does likewise. Rockstar looks for a high dropkick and manages to connect, staggering Porta up against the ropes. Taking a few steps back, he charges forward looking for a clothesline, but Porta dips his shoulders and tries to back body drop his opponent over the top and to the outside of the ring. Rockstar grabs the top ropes, however, and manages to position himself to land on his feet on the ring apron. Prince turns around, only to be guillotined on the top rope as Rockstar drops to the floor. Porta falls to a knee as Rockstar slides back in and charges forward, grabbing Prince and hitting a neckbreaker. Another cover by Rockstar...1...2...kickout as Prince gets the left shoulder free.

Falcoon - See, he's moving up.

Dunn - Still one second too little.

Rockstar knows he needs to keep his momentum going, as he begins to put the boots to Porta while the tag champ is getting to his feet. Prince gets to both knees and is about to stand when Rockstar grabs the head and spikes the tag champion with a DDT! Another quick cover by Rockstar nets another short two as Porta escapes. The youngster grabs Prince in a side headlock to buy some time to plot out his next few moves. Prince is quick to maneuver back to his feet, but apparently Rockstar has come up with a plan as crosses over himself with his left arm and fires a short uppercut into the face of Prince, and follows it with a second before hooking the leg and hitting a side Russian leg sweep. Rockstar is up almost immediately, and charges to the ropes while Porta is beginning to sit up. As Porta does so, Rockstar connects with a basement dropkick that sends Prince back down. Instead of going for the cover, Rockstar heads through the ropes and to the top turnbuckle. He ascends quickly, sizing up his opponent before leaping off. Rockstar looks for an elbow from the top rope, but misses as Porta manages to get out of the way! Both men are down as the referee is forced to begin a ten-count.

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

Dunn - A ten count? Lame.

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

Both men start to work their way to their feet, and it is Porta who is up first at the count of six. Rockstar is up a moment later, and fires off a right hand at Prince, who blocks and retaliates with a right hand of his own. A second follows this, and a third as well before Rockstar is whipped into the ropes, getting knocked down on the rebound with a shoulder block. The youngster is quickly up to his feet, though, and charges in again only to get caught in a sidewalk slam from the tag champion that shakes the ring! Cover from Porta, who hooks the leg, but can only find two as Rockstar is able to wriggle the left shoulder off the mat. Prince stands back up, eyes glaring daggers at his opponent as he lifts Rockstar to his feet, hooks the front chancery again and raises him into a suplex. Instead of immediately dropping, Prince shows off for the crowd by only using one arm to hold Rockstar suspended in the air. As the jeers cascade on him, Porta finally drops to the mat to complete the delayed vertical suplex. Cover by the tag champion...1...2...kickout by Rockstar!

Greene - Close call for Rockstar.

Dunn - He's losing it.

Prince glances over at the ref, as if to ask if that was a slow count before getting to his feet and setting up Rockstar in position for what appears to be a powerbomb or piledriver. As he lifts the much smaller opponent, though, Rockstar slips out the back door, springboards off the middle rope as Porta turns around and hits a rope-assisted version of a DDT to drop the big man to the mat! The crowd seems to be somewhat behind Rockstar as opposed to the OWF "traitor," Porta Prince. Rockstar scrambles into a cover, hooking the far leg...1...2...kickout at two and a half by Prince!

Falcoon - What was that about him losing it?

Dunn - Shut up Gordie.

Rockstar looks furious, grabbing Porta and lifting him up from the mat. Prince breaks free and lifts Rockstar up into a scoop slam -- holding him over his shoulder in a front powerslam position.

Dunn - HA! See Gordie!

Greene - Porta looking for the Third World Takedown..

Porta sits out, driving Rockstar's head between his legs with a front piledriver -- with Rockstar falling limp to the mat on his back.

Greene - And he nails it!

Porta rolls over Rockstar, pressing his elbow across the side of Rockstar's face with all of his weight.

Dunn - The cover..

The referee slides into place and begins the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match and qualifying for the OWF Christmas Tree Match at Holiday Bash -- Porta Prince!

Falcoon - That's it, we have our eight.

Dunn - And now NLW has another representative.

Greene - Great!

Porta Prince walks over to the side of the ring, calling for Missy to bring her microphone to him. She does so, extending it through the ropes -- as Porta grabs it and heads back for the center of the ring. Rockstar slides out of the ring, and walks up the ramp looking very disheveled.

Falcoon - And now he has something to say.

Porta Prince soaks in all the jeers, before speaking.

Porta Prince - That was simple, is that all the OWF has to offer me?

The fans boo.

Porta Prince - Somoza was screwed out of his shot, but we repaid Specter for that. Now, I am going to walk into the Christmas Tree Match -- representing El Plaga, NLW and mostly, Myself. And, I am going to earn that shot at the OWF World Championship!

The fans boo him even louder this time, which brings a smile to Porta's face.

Porta Prince - All I hope for is that at Holiday Bash, I am actually faced with a real challenge and not that faggot Rockstar...

Falcoon - Hey! No slurs!

Porta Prince - But either wa--

"The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits the Speakers, as the fans jump into a round of cheers once CJ steps out onto the stage. Porta Prince looks furious in the ring, as CJ makes a throat cutting motion -- and his music is cut.

Greene - CJ is here.

Dunn - Thank god.

President Chase Johnson pulls a microphone from the breast pocket of his gray blazer and holds it in his right hand -- just in front of his mouth.

Prez CJ - Great work tonight, Porta. I must say, it was just fantastic that you got yourself qualified. It's a shame Somoza won't be joining you...

Porta Prince - What the hell do you want? You can't hold back El Plaga anymore, CJ -- we've stepped out from under your umbrella of complete control.

Prez CJ - Oh, I know. I'm well aware. But sitting backstage, hearing you talk about how you hope Holiday Bash is a bit more challenging than Rockstar -- and how Somoza was screwed. I just had to come on out here.

The fans remain silent, along with Porta, as CJ continues.

Prez CJ - Since you feel so confident against Rockstar, you seem to be upset that you won't be teaming with Somoza, and also feel that Holiday Bash is a feat for you -- I came up with a solution. On December 28th, you will team up with Vernon Somoza when you defend the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team--

Porta Prince - They're the NLW Blood, Sweat and Te--

Prez CJ - First off, don't you dare fucking interrupt me when I'm speaking.

The fans explode into a round of cheers, as Porta gets angry.

Prez CJ - Secondly, just because Jack Sullivan said it doesn't make it true. So, as I was saying, El Plaga will be defending their OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships at Holiday Bash... Against the team of Tommy "The Ox" Morella, and Rockstar -- The New Blood!

The fans pop loudly.

Porta Prince - You can't book me twice! Who do you think you are?

Prez CJ - I don't think I am anybody -- I know I'm the President of the OWF and if you utter another word of grief, or you choose not to show up for that Tag Title Defense, you and Somoza will be stripped of them -- and fined $10,000 a piece.

The fans explode once more, as CJ quickly follows up.

Prez CJ - With your meager contract pay, I don't think you can afford to disobey me. So, I suggest following my lead unless you plan on being unemployed by the end of the year.

Porta Prince - I'm going to tell Sullivan!

Prez CJ - Go ahead, there's nothing he can do about it.

Porta Prince - We'll see.

Prez CJ - No -- you'll see, when Jack tells you that you're shit out of luck. Then you and Somoza can keep having those pity parties where you two are the only ones invited. And you can sit around, complaining about how everyone has screwed you and all the things you deserved -- and you can continue to feel bad for yourselves instead of going to the next event and trying harder once that bell rings.

The fans laugh.

Prez CJ - Now, you have a great night.

"The New Black" kicks up once more, as CJ disappears behind the curtains. An irate Porta Prince exits the ring, grabbing his OWF Tears Tag Title and walking towards the ramp. The fans boo him loudly, as he flips them off and storms through the curtains.

Falcoon - CJ is getting back at Porta for his defection.

Dunn - Now he's going to have to wrestle twice.

Greene - That hurts his chances greatly.

Dunn - Good. No NLW scum deserves to win the Christmas Tree Match..

Falcoon - And if we can get the Tag Titles back around the waists of OWF Superstars in the same night -- that's killing two birds with one stone.

Greene - Without a doubt.

Falcoon - Well folks, we have a commercial break and then we will be back with the Main Event of the Evening...

LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW, SUNDAY DECEMBER 28TH, 2008
FROM THE STAPLES CENTER IN LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA

FEATURING
THE ANNUAL CHRISTMAS TREE MATCH

EIGHT QUALIFIERS
. . . JOSH ALLEN . . . THE LOST SOUL . . .
. . . SILENCE . . . SPECTER . . .
. . . THE PHOENIX . . . JC . . .
. . . TRENT STEEL . . . PORTA PRINCE . . .

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:

OWF PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AGGRESSION CHAMPIONSHIP
THE PHOENIX DEFENDS AGAINST RAVEN TALON IN A PDA RULES MATCH

OWF BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
EL PLAGA, VERNON SOMOZA AND PORTA PRINCE, DEFEND AGAINST THE NEW BLOOD, ROCKSTAR AND TOMMY "THE OX" MORELLA IN A NORMAL TAG TEAM MATCH

OWF/MVW LILLYASS CHAMPIONSHIP -- TITLE RETIREMENT INVITATIONAL
SCOTT KIDD AND ANY WILLING PARTICIPANTS

We cut backstage to the roulette wheel, where Drake Munday jr. is innocently crawling around, waiting for his father to return. Suddenly out of nowhere Jason Chase's son, DIC leaps into view and attacks Drake Munday jr. the two roll around and roll out of view, suddenly Drake Munday enters.

Drake Munday - Drake! Drake! Hasn't anybody seen him?

Jason Chase enters on the other side of the camera.

Jason Chase - Dildo! Dildo! Doesn't anyone have a spare one? Mines all sticky.

Drake stares long and hard at Jason Chase before saying

Drake Munday - Who are you?

Jason Chase - Oh, I'm Jason Chase, waiting for my opponent tonight.

Drake Munday - Yeah? Me too, but I'm also looking for my son.

Jason Chase - What's his name?

Drake Munday - Drake Munday jr.

Jason Chase - Heeeeyyy, wait a minute, that means your Drake Munday! We meet at last!

Drake Munday - And you are...

Jason Chase - Jason Chase.

Drake Munday - Who?

Jason Chase - Oh dammit, never mind, just spin the confounded roulette wheel already!

Suddenly DIC and Drake Munday jr. roll into view again, DIC is choking the life out of Drake Munday jr., but Drake Munday jr. clubs the head of DIC, the two tiredly get to their feet, or fours in Munday's case and DIC throws Munday into the roulette wheel and dives in after him, and the wheel spins, Drake Munday and Jason Chase run over to the wheel, and start cheering their sons on. Suddenly, the wheel stops, and the two sons go flying out, Jason catches Munday jr. and Drake catches DIC, who hits Drake hard, and Drake spits out his chewing gum, which lands firmly on the kiddie fight.

Jason Chase - What the hell is a kiddie fight?

Drake Munday - I have no idea.

Jason Chase - Maybe we should just use our kids to fight.

Drake Munday - Good Idea! Drake Munday jr. V Monkey Man.

Jason Chase - He's not a monkey.

Drake Munday - Yeaaah, whatever.

Cut back to ringside, where a confused Missy Janson stands in the center of the ring, microphone in hand.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, um, the following Sin City Spotlight Championship match will be fought under... Kiddie fight rules!

Dunn - Who's picking the stipulations for that fucking wheel?

Falcoon - Someone with an appreciation for innovative booking.

Missy Janson - Introducing first, the challenger, representing his father Jason Chase... DIC!

The sound of moaning women fills the arena, as Jason Chase steps through the entry way with his son in tow. As Chase makes his way to the ring, he appears to be imparting some words of wisdom. Once near the ring, Chase slides his son under the bottom rope, giving him a thumbs up and a nod before pacing to the other side of the ring. DIC walks to the middle of the ring, taking the opportunity to latch onto the leg of Missy Janson. Missy tries her best to be professional and ignore the unwelcome advance.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, representing Drake Munday Sr. and defending the Sin City Spotlight Championship... Drake
Munday Jr!

"Paint It Black" hits, as the audience erupts into boos at the sight of Drake Munday, Sin City Spotlight Championship in one hand and his son, Drake Junior in the other. Drake avoids giving his son a pep talk as they make their way to the ring, instead trying to pass along the value of an intimidating stare. The lesson appears lost on the potential next generation star. Instead of placing his son under the bottom rope, Drake opts to climb the stairs and enter the ring. Putting his son down in one corner, Drake advances on DIC, holding the his title inches from the youngster's face.

Falcoon - Drake's making damn sure DIC knows the stakes of this match.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The bell sounds, as Missy and Drake clear the ring. Referee Andrew Caps signals for the two competitors to square off, prompting DIC to advance on his opponent, who remains in the corner. To open the match, DIC shoves Drake Jr's head into the bottom turnbuckle, dropping Drake to the mat.

Greene - DIC's got a killer instinct.

Falcoon - Moves like that can take a toll on an unfused skull like Drake Junior's.

Dunn - It occurs to me that an organized child fight is probably going to get us into some legal trouble.

After a well placed stomp, DIC follows up with a combination of stumble and Senton splash, going for the first pinfall of the match. Andrew Caps almost reluctantly gets into position to make the count...1...2...kickout! On the outside, Drake Sr. applauds his son's efforts, as Jason Chase signals for the ref to count faster. Using the bottom rope for support, Drake Jr. pulls himself to his feet just in time to thumb the eyes of DIC. The referee waves a stern finger at the competitor as he tries to seperate the two. A stomp on his foot from DIC backs the referee off, as the two youngsters lock up in the center of the ring, exchanging chokes, pokes, and punches.

Falcoon - This could be the beginning of an epic rivalry.

Drake Jr. gets the upper hand after an elbow to DIC's throat. Jason Chase climbs to the apron, prompting an exchange with the ref who attempts to wave him off. Taking the opportunity, DC buries a knee firmly in the groin of Drake Jr., who rolls to one side.

Dunn - He'll be feeling that one when his balls descend. In thirteen years.

Still distracted by Chase, the ref doesn't see Drake Sr. slide into the ring, and firmly plant a boot to the side of DIC's head. Chase's distraction turns into a frantic motion towards the ring, but Drake Sr. still takes the time to lay his son atop DIC before rolling back under the bottom rope. As Chase finally leaves the apron, the ref returns, sliding into place to count Drake Jr's pin attempt on DIC...1...2...kickout by DIC. Drake hits the apron furiously, paying little attention to the a crouching Jason Chase sneaking around one corner of the ring. Reaching into his pants, Chase's hand emerges with a twelve-inch dildo.

Greene - I have a feeling Chase is about to dick Drake over.

Dunn - I have a feeling... Fuck, I don't have a joke, but that's disgusting.

Drake Jr. and DIC exchange blows in the center of the ring, as the Jason Chase finally rounds the corner on the outside, blindsidinging Drake Sr. and striking him in the back of the head with the faux-phallus. Munday drops to the floor, as Chase holds the dildo high proudly. Back in the ring, Drake Jr. attempts to rebound off the bottom rope, but gets tripped by Jason Chase. The ref spots him, as Chase pantomimes his innocence. DIC capitalizes on the opportunity, dropping an elbow to the back of Drake Jr's head.

Falcoon - Chase and son are firmly in control. With Drake senior shaking off a dildo attack, I don't like Junior's chances.

Pulling Drake Jr. to his feet, DIC holds the youngster's arms behind his back. On the outside, Chase points to the entry way, prompting the ref to briefly, and idoitically, look away. His moment open, Chase pitches the dildo at Drake Jr., who makes a last second escape, managing to duck the articifial penis, leaving it to smack loudly into DIC's face. As the ref turns his attention back to the match at hand, Drake Jr. falls atop his opponent. The ref drops for the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, Drake Munday Jr.! Therefore, the Sin City Spotlight Champion is still...Drake Munday Sr.!

Falcoon - Great to see the kid successfully defend his family's honor and his father's title.

Dunn - I think I'm going to tear up.

An irate Jason Chase pulls the limp DIC from under the bottom rope, taking care to also retrieve his dildo in the process. Not surprisingly, Chase takes more care in handling the dildo than his son, as they head to the back. Slowly coming to his senses, Drake Sr. slides into the ring in time to be handed his title and son, both of which he displays proudly to the jeering fans.

Falcoon - I'm starting to think the Wheel O' Stipulations might've been a bad idea.

Greene - And Drake is one win away from renaming this belt!

Dunn - Crap.

The Munday's have their arms raised.

Greene - Drake Munday Jr. looks stronger and stronger each week.

Falcoon - We'll see if his father can keep his momentum next week.

Dunn - We may end up with the SCS Title being changed in just three weeks.

Falcoon - What a task if Munday can accomplish it.

Greene - I agree.

Falcoon - Well we have to call it a night folks, we'll see you next week on Monday Addiction!

The feed fades on Drake Munday and Son as they head up the ramp, cutting to the OWF logo before fading out to black.