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A video package flickers on across the screen, showing the new breed of the OWF. Press on these tannins Of course the law is fountains 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 Do you want enough? As the vocals fade out, the logo of the OWF is fixated on the screen before fading out to black.
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. Falcoon - Well, Hello Folks. Dunn - No "AHOOOOO"? Falcoon - You did it for me. Dunn - Shit. They won't leave in the night, The song continues to play as still images of a wrestler with blue tint on the screen play. "BlackJack" flashes between each shot. Greene - Instead of the normal opening, Greg's coming down to the ring.. Falcoon - I'm sure he has a lot on his mind. 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 and then calmly steps in over the middle rope. He walks over to the edge of the ring and asks for a mic and is promptly handed one. Falcoon - Well we weren’t expecting Greg out here until the main event tonight, but I guess there’s something on his mind. Dunn - Yeah… probably announcing that he’s going to be in a hotdog eating contest next month after he gets swept tonight. Greg Jackson - You know, I- Chants of “GREG, GREG, GREG” start breaking out loudly causing Greg to pause for a moment waiting for the crowd to die down a bit. Greene - I’d say the fans still believe he’s got a shot! Dunn - No, I think this is their way of making him feeling better. Greg Jackson - Thank you. You know, I have a lot of respect for Jesse Williams. What he’s done with the World Title is absolutely amazing. There was a time when we’d have a lot of World Champions working on a revolving door system. Your Spaz Blud’s, Piter Svoboda’s... Dunn - Don't be dissing on Spaz! Greg Jackson - Alexis Cage’s… I could go on… Jesse’s brought a lot of prestige back to that title, but frankly, as far as I’m concerned, he’s worn out his welcome. It’s pretty tough for me to stand here and claim that I’m better than he is after he’s beaten me five times. But I think of those names I just mentioned, and I RESENT the fact that I’m apparently not good enough to be in the revolving door of World Champions. Sometimes it just comes down to timing. Jesse Williams, you’ve got me backed against a wall, and you’re gonna find out what happens when I’m cornered. I’m gonna find out, cause I’ve never been in this situation before. The fans grow quiet after cheering some of the names Greg mentioned. Greg Jackson - I just wanted my moment. I wanted my pay per view world title shot, and I got it. A guy that’s been around as long as I have and been damn good for as long as I have deserves that at least. Jesse makes it a best of seven affair, and he has the chance to take that moment away from me. I don’t think so. You got people making challenges to Jesse for his World Title as if I’m done for. Josh Allen, Joe Fucking Cool! Joe, what gives you the fucking RIGHT to step up and claim another title shot? YOU LOST! I even distracted Jesse for you. YOU LOST! And the only reason you even got that shot in the first place was for beating up a GIRL! And you? YOU are gonna bypass ME?! I’ve been here a while now Joey, you show up here in the summer and start making demands? Let me tell you something! I don’t care if numbers are against me, I’m making a series outta this, and I’m gonna take that title at Holiday Bash like I shoulda done in 2005! Joe Cool, people are gonna wanna see Jesse Williams vs. Greg Jackson 47 before they wanna see Jesse Williams vs. Joe Cool 2! The fans cheer wildly over the remarks to the hated JC. Falcoon - Wow! Strong words coming from Jackson! Dunn - He’s still down three to nothing! Greene - Signs of life though! The 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 JC glares at Greg Jackson who is shooting a nasty stare right back at him. The ending's the same He grabs a microphone from a table at ringside and climbs in the ring. JC - Greg, you‘ve always- Greg doesn’t even let him finish, dropping his mic and unloading punches on JC! JC drops his mic and begins returning fire on Greg as the fans explode. Falcoon - I guess Greg didn’t wanna hear what JC had to say! Greene - This is not a wise idea on Greg’s part considering he’s got a do or die matchup, and JC’s history with injuring people! Officials and security immediately pour out from the back and run to the ring as JC is seen on top of Greg, who is on the ground, feeding him punches. The fans are booing JC and the security for coming to break it up, but Greg sweeps JC and finds himself on top of Joe raining fists back at him. The security and officials come into the ring and tackle Greg and separate the two from each other. Dunn - I think Greg’s lost it! Greene - They’re still talking trash to each other… I think JC’s got another target. Falcoon - I think they both have more important things to worry about than each otherm with JC’s Christmas Tree match coming less than a week away. Greg and JC are in separate corners now with plenty of security separating them. Greene - The two of them seem to care less about their other opposition. Dunn - And to think, Greg tried helping JC beat Williams just one month ago. Falcoon - JC would have been an easier mountain for Greg to climb. Dunn - Why would he climb JC? He'd try to beat him, dumbass. Greene - Yeah, where's your head Gordie? Falcoon - Sorry, I was thrown off by not getting a proper introduction to Addiction. Dunn - I doubt the Sold Out arena needs any addressing. Greene - OWF has sold out every show for a year straight now. Falcoon - Quite a feat. Dunn - It's why we're not hurting from the economy. Greene - No, it's because CJ can balance a checkbook. Falcoon - And DK couldn't? Dunn - No. Falcoon - ...Yeah, you're right. We cut backstage where Drake Munday is standing with the Sin City Spotlight Championship belt around his waist, he's also cradling a sleeping Drake Munday jr. in his arms. Drake Munday - This is the last time you will ever see the Sin City Spotlight Championship, this is the last time you will ever see that roulette wheel, and, with a little luck, this is the last time you will ever see Akira Kanemura on American television. Suddenly Akira appears on the scene. Akira Kanemura - No, American television! Drake Munday - Exactly... Akira Kanemura - I Drake Munday, me kick your ass Drake Munday - Actually, it's I'm Drake Munday, and I'm gonna whup your ass. Akira Kanemura - Um, said what they spin roulette wheel! Drake Munday - Okay, let's get this spin-a-roony on the go. Drake spins the wheel around and it lands on TLC Hell In A Cell Inferno Match. Akira Kanemura - Match is Softcore--AH! Drake Munday - No it's TLC Hell In A Cell Inferno Match. Drake shudders while saying this. Akira Kanemura - Softcore!? Drake turns the wheel to the next slot, which is Softcore Match. Drake Munday - Actually, yes, you're right, the stipulation is a Softcore Match. The two men walk off to prepare for the Softcore Match. The feed cuts back to the announcers booth. Dunn - TLC Hell In A Cell Inferno Match? Greene - Who the hell let Trent be alone with the wheel? Falcoon - Did you hear the collective gasp from our ring techicians when it landed on that? Dunn - They would have had some lovely task ahead of them. The aforementioned ring technicians come out, wheeling their steel carts out -- with four mattresses on them. Behind the cart comes a second one, lined with pillows. Falcoon - Instead, they just have to softcore-up the ring. Dunn - You mean, pussify it? Greene - Yep, that's exactly it. The cameras cut backstage as Specter has just tracked down "The Man Without Fear" JC, who looks intent on doing something other than having an exchange with the Venetial Vandal. Specter - Yo, Joe. Got a minute? JC - If you make a point, as opposed to your usual rambling, I'll spare some time. Specter - Classy. Look, boss, I've got an offer for you. JC - I'm listening. Specter - Roughing up Nick Perry to get to Jesse? Good idea. I have complete and utter faith that it'll work and you'll piss off Williams enough to earn another title shot. JC - I agree. Specter - So, I was thinking. You and I are both in the Christmas Tree Match at Holiday Bash and that match is looking like a fucking disaster in the making. Making it through the thing unscathed will be tough enough. Winning it on the other hand... JC - You're rambling. Specter - I'm building. A lot of people involved have somebody watching their back. The Lost Soul and Steel just went butt buddy, and they're both in the match. Prince has Somoza to back him up if the going gets tough. No doubt Josh Allen will have some NLW tricks. I still don't know where to stand on The Phoenix, and to be perfectly fucking honest, I've been dodging Silence. That leaves me and you. JC - Since it's Christmas, I'll try not to render you unconscious until we're the last ones standing. Specter - And I appreciate that, believe me, but I wanted to throw another offer your way. Like I said, I think you'll get another shot at Williams. And if you remember, I'm the guy that ditched him in Gang Wars and threw him to the wolves. You were the main wolf, if you'll recall. JC - I do. Do you want a reward for abandonning your partner? Specter - I want a trade-off. You got to kick Jesse's ass, and let's face it, you've skyrocketted ever since. Now it's time you did a little something for me. JC - And what's that? Specter - I want you to help me win the Christmas Tree Match. JC - Why should I do that? Specter - Because you'll get another shot at Jesse Williams. Trust me. I know the guy. He won't be able to tolerate you besmirching his horse shit reputation for long. He'll give you another match in hopes of shutting you up, and then you'll be set. JC - As shameless as your idea is in the first place, there's one glaring problem you fail to address. Specter - I win. I get a title shot. You get a title shot just by being yourself. It's win-win.| JC - Except for the fact that there's no guarantee Jesse Williams will be the champion after Holiday Bash. If I were to help you beat seven men, including myself, you'd be the only one getting a definite title shot. You logic is sorely lacking. Specter - C'mon. We both know Williams can take Jackson. He's already up on the fucker by three wins. JC - That isn't my concern. I don't intend to squander another chance at gold, because you feel I owe you a favor. In fact, this little exchange inclines me to take the proverbial gloves off when dealing with you. Specter - You going Munday on me? JC - Not yet. But I plan on winning at Holiday Bash. Specter - Me too. JC - Then we have a problem. Specter - I was hoping you'd be willing to meet me half-way here. JC - Our arrangement's been a far cry from mutually beneficial. I've helped you, yet you've not once stuck your neck out in order to help me. Every opportunity I've had, I've earned myself. Specter - I'm good for it, JC. Trust me. I win Holiday Bash, I become the champ, you'll be the first guy getting a shot. Cross my fucking heart. JC chuckles. JC - Happy Holidays, Specter. I'll see you on Sunday. The conversation over, JC walks off-camera. Specter takes the edge of his sunglasses and pulls them down his nose far enough to reveal his bright green eyes. Specter - Some people have no fucking Christmas spirit. We cut back to the arena, with the ring all set up. Pillows line the mat, and the corners are covered in mattresses -- and the ring ropes are wrapped in velvet. Missy stands directly in the middle of the ring, holding a microphone and standing on top of a lone pillow. Falcoon - Specter is trying to play everyone like a fool. Greene - I don't think anyone is drinking his Koolaid though. Dunn - Ew, I'd hope not. And Shh, I just got this kid to sleep. Falcoon - That's right, James Dunn was given handle of Drake Munday's son, Drake Munday Jr, for his fathers match. Dunn - I said shh. Falcoon - Anyways, as I was saying...Specter is a very smart guy, he's going to ensure his chances remain high heading to the Christmas Tree Match, Greene - But now, Specters former aquaintance defends the belt Specter renamed. Dunn - SHHH! Lets send it to Missy to start off the card. Hope she's quiet. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the first match of the evening and it is for the OWF Sin City Spotlight Championship! Munday Jr wakes up and begins crying from the announcements and the cheers. Dunn - Crap. The focus remains on Missy, who continues. Missy Janson - It is scheduled for a one fall and it is a Softcore Rules Match. As you can see in the ring, the canvas is covered completely by dozens of pillows across the mat. The corners are padded by one mattress in each turnbuckle, and the ring ropes are wrapped in a soft red velvet. The fans cheer, with a few rushing back to their seats and the remainder all standing up to their feet. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the challenger... From Sakurai, Nara, Japan... Akira Kanemura! PA System - If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son...I got 99 Problems and Bitch ain't one!! "99 Problems" by Jay-Z hits the speakers, which will always send the fans to their feet. Slowly through the curtains, Akira Kanemura appears with a stern look upon his face. The fans remain mostly emotionless as the newcomer to both the OWF and the USA trots down the ramp. Upon his face is a wide smirk, taking in all of his surroundings. He slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, quickly pacing towards his corner. He leans his back up against the turnbuckle and removes his dogtag chain, laying it on the mat. His music begins to fade, so Akira begins to stretch his legs out to prepare for his match. Dunn - You think Akira has a shot? Greene - Not at all. Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Green Bay, Wisconsin... He is the Current OWF Sin City Spotlight Champion... Drake Munday! The lights go out, Paint It Black hits the PA as the lights turn back on to reveal Drake Munday standing on the stage with the OWF Sin City Spotlight Championship over his shoulder, hands on hips, his face dull. He walks slowly down the ramp, soaking in his surroundings, as he finally reaches the end of the ramp, one of the crowd goes an insult to far, Drake hurriedly walks back and exchanges words with the member of the crowd, until one of the officials at last separates them, Drake climbs up the stairs, and into the ring -- handing the referee the SCS title. He inturn gives it to Missy, who exits the ring. The referee calls for the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Akira runs across the ring, leaping into the air and driving his right knee into the jaw of Munday to start the match. Drake staggers backwards up against a mattress in one of the corners, as Akira picks himself up from the pillows and approaches the corner. He lays a sharp shin kick across the stomach of Drake, who bends over. Kanemura responds by swinging his left knee upwards and catching Drake across the bridge of his nose, standing him straight up -- but as he stands, Akira is leveled by a clothesline from Munday out of absolutely nowhere. Drake immediately picks himself up to his knees, now holding his face in pain while Akira holds his throat. He rolls over onto his left side, away from Drake who has now picked himself up to his feet. As soon as Kanemura begins picking himself up, Drake lifts Akira and tosses him backwards against the velvet lined ropes. Akira bounces off of them, running back and looking to slide under the legs of Drake -- but finds the pillows don't give him as much momentum as the ring canvas. Akira ends up flat on his stomach, between the legs of Munday, who bends over and reaches down around the midsection of Akira -- locking his hands around him in a reverse waist lock, with him still laying flat upon the mat. In one motion, Drake swings Akira upward and over his head -- dropping him right on his head with a release German Suplex. Falcoon - Munday showing who has the strength advantage right there. Greene - Akira just got killed by that move. Dunn - This kid stops crying when Munday does well. It's creepy. Akira holds the back of his head, with the impact absorbed into the pillows mostly as he lays on top of them in shock mostly. Drake runs to the corner, stepping through the ropes and onto the outside ring apron -- before climbing up to the top. He remains crouched, facing the ring, as he watches Akira slowly pick himself up. Kanemura turns himself around, and Drake leaps off the top rope. He brings his feet forward as he extends his body, executing a flawless Missle Dropkick that impacts Akira right across his chest and sends him flying backwards across the ring. Drake grabs a hold of Akira's arm, tugging him towards the middle of the ring and out of reach of the velvet lined ropes -- before he lays on top of him, looking for the pinfall. The referee drops to his knees, and makes the count upon a pillow...1...2...kickout by Akira. Dunn - C'mon Munday, don't let up. Your kid is being perfect now. Greene - Akira's probably going to fall soon enough. Falcoon - Then he'll be off your hands. Munday looks at the referee as he stands, debating the count with the referee remaining firm. Munday pushes the referee, drawing the ire of the crowd, before turning back to Kanemura who is only back up to all fours. Drake stands him all the way up, only to deck him with a european uppercut and send him back down. Munday turns to one of the sides of the ring, yelling at the fans in the crowd. He finds one in particular and invites him to get into the ring. He sits upon the second rope, and pushes up the top rope -- begging him to enter. Greene - Stop it Drake, this is how riots start. Dunn - We're in mormon country. A fan jumps the barrier, but as he gets to the apron -- Munday bluntly kicks him across the face, knocking him outcold. All the fans in that section stand up and boo, throwing cups and bottles at Drake who flips them all off. Falcoon - This is getting out of hand. Behind Drake, Akira is pulling himself back up and he rushes up behind Drake -- rolling him up with a school boy pin, with the fans exploding into cheers, and the referee dropping to his knees to make a count...1...2...Drake rolls out of it and picks himself up, kicking Akira right across the face as he remains on his knees. Munday lifts Akira up to his unsteady feet and pushes him back against the nearest mattress. Munday walks across the ring, with the fans booing him terribly. He runs across the ring, leaping into the air and looking for a crossbody splash -- but Akira rolls out of the way. Drake crashes into the mattress face first, bouncing off and somersaulting backwards up to his feet unphased. Akira picks himself up to his feet and runs at Munday, who extends his right arm and strikes Akira across his throat with a clothesline -- but Akira hooks his hands on the forearm of Munday, and uses Drake's force to flip himself over his arm and back to his feet in front of Drake. Falcoon - What agility. Dunn - And now the kid is cranky. Greene - I smell poo. Dunn - I'm not changing him. Still holding Drake's right arm, Akira nails a shin kick to the right thigh of Munday. He bends Munday over, locking him in a front face lock with the fans showing their approval with chants of "Akira! Akira!". Munday reverses his DDT attempt, as he throws Kanemura over his head with a release Northern Lights Suplex. Munday falls flat to his back, as Akira is flipped towards the corner -- where he lands in a crouched position on the mattress. He springs off of it, leaping at Drake and turning himself sideways to drop a leg drop across his throat. Falcoon - Now Akira is showing signs of strength and agility. Dunn - Yeah seems li-- hey, come back...YOU LITTLE.. Drake Munday Jr crawls off the lap off Dunn and towards the ring. Akira sees Munday stand up and he whips him across the side of his face with a roundhouse kick. Drake staggers to the left, as Kanemura executes a spin kick to his abdomen -- meanwhile on the outside, Drake Munday Jr has crawled up the steps and is on the pillows on top of the ring apron. Falcoon - Dunn! Go get the kid! Dunn - Do I have to? Greene - He was given to you! Dunn - Ugh. Dunn takes off his headset and stands up, heading towards ther ing. Akira runs towards the velvet ropes, as Drake Munday Jr reaches under and grabs his foot. Akira doesn't seem phased, breaking his foot free and stopping on his own will. James Dunn steps back, not knowing what to do right beside the announcers table. This allows Drake Munday Sr to pull himself up and charge at Akira -- who has his back to Drake. He turns, and Munday leaps into the air as he grasps Akira's head. As he falls looking for the RKO, Akira pushes him off and Drake lands on his back on the pillows. Drake Munday Jr grabs a hold of Akiras foot, but he is pulled out of the ring by James Dunn who now returns to the announcers booth. Falcoon - Good man. Akira looks back at Drake who throws his right arm forward looking for a clothesline -- Akira ducks and hooks his right arm, swooping behind him and underhooking Drake's left arm. Dunn - Bad baby. You're annoying like Daddy. Akira holds Drake in the Full Nelson, holding little to no leverage over Drake. Falcoon - There's no way.. Kanemura tosses Drake over his head, executing a Dragon Suplex and pinning Munday's shoulders to the mat as he bridges his back. Greene - AK-47! The referee slides in, with Drake kicking his legs violently. He makes the count...1...2...3! Greene - He got him! Missy Janson - The winner of this match and NEW OWF Sin City Spotlight Champion... AKIRA KANEMURA! Falcoon - He did it! New Champion! Dunn - Wow. Now someone take this kid. Greene - Munday was so close. Dunn - Not close enough. Akira is handed the Sin City Spotlight title, and the fans give him a standing ovation. He steps up to the middle ropes and holds the belt high in the air. Drake Munday rolls out of the ring and grabs Drake Munday Jr, with the ring technicians wheeling their steel carts down the ramp -- looking to clear the ring of the pillows, mattresses and velvet covering for the ropes. Falcoon - Akira is accumulating many championships in the OWF. A large figure darts out of the crowd, hoping the ring barricade and sliding into the ring behind Akira. Dunn - What the.. Falcoon - Thats The Ice Man from NLW! Greene - Not to mention Fuck The Fans. Akira slowly turns around, only to be obliterated by a big boot to the face from The Ice Man. Falcoon - Holy shit! Kanemura is out cold as The Ice Man stands over him. OWF Security begins to head down the ramp, but The Ice Man bails out of the ring -- heading out back through the crowd. Greene - What's that all about? Dunn - The Ice Man has a shot at the Network Title banked from win he beat Slayer for it. Falcoon - I guess he wanted Akira to take notice. Akira Kanemura rolls out of the ring with the SCS title, and walks up the ramp holding his face. The feed cuts backstage where we see Rockstar walking with Tommy Ox, who turns a corner into a corridor, while Rockstar continues walking, suddenly, Tyler Taylor appears thrusting a microphone in his face. Tyler Taylor - Rockstar, is it true you are going for gold at Holiday Bash? Rockstar - Yeah, didn't you like, watch the show last week? Tyler Taylor - Yes I did, so let me rephrase the question, are you going for lilyass gold at Holiday Bash? Rockstar - And let me rephrase the answer, Hell Yeah! Tyler Taylor - So do you have any words to say to Scott Kidd and any other members of the battle royal? Rockstar - Um, No, not really. Tyler Taylor - Oh... Rockstar - Of course I do, you nincompoop! You're like, the worst interviewer ever!!! Tyler Taylor - You're not much of an interview either. Rockstar - Yeah, well. Anyway, Scott...nobody likes you! You got trashed by Trent Steel for the belt, so I'm going to trash you for the belt, and history will repeat itself. Tyler Taylor - What will you do once you get the belt? Rockstar - What the hell do you mean by that? Tyler Taylor - Trent Steel was going to dump it somewhere, Specter was going to keep a hold to it, Scott Kidd is trying to fade away with it...what would you do with it? Rockstar - I'd do what any self-respecting SOB would do, I'd defend it! Tyler Taylor - No self-respecting SOB would want that belt in the first place. Rockstar - Y'know, I really hate you. Tyler Taylor - Back at you. Rockstar - How...original. Tyler Taylor - Anything you'd like to say to El Plaga while I'm here? Rockstar - Yeah, TOMMY! Tyler Taylor - What? Tommy the Ox comes back and finds Rockstar and Tyler Taylor, he walks over to them. Tommy "The Ox" - Yeah? Rockstar - We need to send a message to El Plaga. Tommy "The Ox" - Oh..okay. Rockstar - Protocol 34 Tommy "The Ox" - Oh, hehehehe, Okay then. Tommy and Rockstar face away from the camera and drop their trunks so that everybody sees their beautiful, beautiful asses. Tyler Taylor - I think we've seen enough here folks, time to cut back to the ring. The feed cuts to the announcers booth. Falcoon - Wow. Dunn - Yeah, this is a slow show. Greene - That's obvious. Dunn - Thank god none of us have to deal with that nonsense. Falcoon - But, atleast we know that people are entering contention for the LillyAss Title. Dunn - A belt I made famous, thank-you-very-much. “Psycho” by Puddle of Mudd starts to play as a multitude of pyro goes off for at least a good thirty seconds. Dunn - Who hit all the switches? Greene - Uh oh. CJ isn’t going to like this. Falcoon - He definitely won’t like this. Look at the tron. In multi-colored swirls we see “Dude JoB” appear on the screen as out of the smoke we see the sad master of maniacs walk out of the entranceway. He swaggers down the ringside giving fans some props. He’s got his short blonde hair spiked and wearing blue hippie shades. The fans go nuts. DJ is wearing a black and blue leather jacket, black st-shirt, blue jeans, and black and blue kicks. DJ smirks to the crowd and running leaps over the top rope flipping into the ring from the ground. The fans pop as DJ starts running around the ring and jumping on the top turnbuckles. Falcoon - Dude JoB is back and has joined up with Trent Steel’s new interfed stable “The Rogues”. Dunn - So Garrett what did you do with DJ and the boys when you left Collision Course? Greene - All I remember was a lot of naked women and booze. Then I woke up in a alleyway with my pants around my ankles. Falcoon and Dunn shudder as we shift back to DJ who has asked to borrow Missy’s microphone. She walks up and hands it to him but he grabs her hand and kisses it. She smirks as she starts to walk off and sit down at ring side. Dude JoB - Hey pretty. I’m in the phone book. Falcoon - Oh boy. Dunn - I’m surprised he didn’t use “Baby are you tired.” Greene - I am actually but don’t call me Baby again. Dude JoB - O….W…F! It’s great to be back. Really is. Got my head cleared out. Took some time off. Got back in shape…and I really didn’t want to come back. Until a few days ago I got a call from one really…really…REALLY badass son of a bitch. THE son of a bitch to be precise. The fans start chanting "Steel!" repeatedly with claps in between. Dude JoB - You guessed it JoBmaniacs! You see.. Prez CJ - Is there a point to this waste of time or are you just killing my pyro budget for the next three weeks? DJ turns to see CJ from a live feed in his office on the tron. DJ smirks and bows politely. Dude JoB - Ladies and Gentlemen it seems we have a special guest star. Let’s give it up for “Mr. No Contest”! Prez CJ - Your not scheduled to be here JoB. Dude JoB - Yeah I know. This lackluster card you put together needed some halftime entertainment because quite frankly you could have just done this as a special power hour and got a few more people in this and maybe just maybe not cheated these fans. Prez CJ - These fans are getting to see two spectacular title matches tonight. Dude JoB - And now me as a added bonus. Prez CJ - You went overboard with the pyro do you know how much that shit costs! Dude JoB - Do you think I give a flying fuck? Besides I paid for those because I know your cheap ass wouldn’t give into the spectacle that is…Dude…JOB! The fans pop as CJ starts getting livid. Prez CJ - I think I need to come down there and teach you some manners. Dude JoB - Ohhhhhhhhhh. I got the boss mad. Keep your ass calmed the fuck down. Don’t threaten me sir. I mean after all I got nothing to be afraid of. Prez CJ - Oh I think you… Dude JoB - I’m not wearing a referee shirt.| The fans start laughing at lot as DJ holds up his hands to quiet them down. Dude JoB - Besides I do have a purpose to being here which is now taking up more of your precious airtime because your refusal to know your place and stay off the fucking program. I brought with me an early Christmas present from Trent Steel. Since he’s busy training for yet another one of your clusterfucked matches. Now I hate to cut you off boss but we got Jesse Williams taking on Greg Jackson in a Iron Man Match so we need all the time we can muster now because you interrupted me. HIT IT! The feed gets taken over as we see a Christmas Tree farm at night come on over our viewing screens. We hear “Grandma got run over by a reindeer” as we see Trent Steel emerge in his full regalia. He smiles at camera as he holds up a Chirstmas coffee cup. Trent Steel - Why hello OWF fans. I am sorry I couldn’t be there tonight to witness the great… “show” that CJ has put together to probably bore you poor paying people to tears. So I am training to make up for this by being in top shape by Holiday Bash but I wanted you all to feel good for the holidays. Trent starts walking as we see the area around the tree farm is littered with coal. Trent Steel - Oh see these. These are the Christmas presents I am bringing to OWF this year. See everyone in that lovely match that represents this terrible last of the year clusterfuck have been very bad boys indeed. Not a decent one in the entire show. Self included I am sorry to say. No worries though. I promise to make sure they earn their Christmas presents this year. Trent flicks open his zippo lighter and drops it on the coal and we see a line of fire go from the zippo to the tree’s. Trent Steel - Ahhh Gasoline. It’s cheaper now so it’s back to it’s effectiveness and a lot more suttle than my home made napalm. I want you to take a look at this CJ. Because it is going to be what is going to happen at your precious Holiday Bash! The entire farm catches on fire as Trent starts walking out. Trent Steel - And you can strip search me. You can search the tree itself. But no this. Everyone in that match that I deem worthy is going to spend the new year in the ICU. Just try and stop me. Merry Christmas fuck-o. I hope you’ve paid everyone’s insurance policy. We cut back to CJ who is scowling from the screen. Prez CJ - …DJ! What the? We see Dude JoB sitting on Missy’s lap. Dude JoB - Have you been a naughty girl this Christmas? Missy Janson - No. Dude JoB - Want to be? Dunn - There is only one Dude JoB. Greene - Hey! He can’t. He… Falcoon - Don’t tell me you got a crush on the ring announcer. Greene - We’re coworkers and I respect her as an asset to the company. Dunn - She does have a nice asset. She starts laughing as we cut back to CJ who is just livid. Prez CJ - JOB!!! Dude JoB - Yes President Cockblocker Johnson. Dunn - That’s a new one. He gets up and goes back into the ring. Prez CJ - You tell that upstart that I am going to rip him a new asshole if he thinks he can ramrod me in my own company. Dude JoB - Uhhh he’s watching the show I think he knows what you just said. Prez CJ - Do you have a smartass comment for everything? Dude JoB -…usually it’s more of a multiple choice thing. Prez CJ - I can see why Kremlin fired you! Dude JoB - Oh no you haven’t seen it yet. Because you see. If you think Trent Steel has a problem with authority. You haven’t pissed me off yet CJ. I suggest you don’t start something you can’t finish. See ya boss. I’m off to go drink some jack daniel’s laced eggnog and go to a Reindeer show. Hey Missy. Catch you around. Oh before I forget. Everyone look under your seats! “Grandma got run over by a reindeer” starts to play as every fan gets a fifty dollar gift card to owf.com for merchandise. CJ face starts to twitch. Falcoon - Hey I got a new forman grill. Dunn - I got a giftcard to a local strip joint. Greene - I got a rock. Dude JoB - Now you may say there’s no such annoyance like Dude JoB…but as for me and CJ we believe. See ya latter hottie. DJ starts dancing up the ring ramp as we pan back to see Missy laugh and shake her head. Falcoon - CJ and DJ are going to have it out. Dunn - Missy and DJ will have at it, before that time. Greene - Ooh, nice one. Falcoon - Keeping that segment in mind, lets head to commercial while we still have sponsors.. Dunn - Good idea.
FEATURING EIGHT QUALIFIERS 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 OWF BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS TAG
TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP OWF/MVW LILLYASS CHAMPIONSHIP
-- TITLE RETIREMENT INVITATIONAL
The camera's cut backstage to get a glimps of Chase Johnson working steadily at his desk in his office. Three raps are heard at the door. Prez CJ - Yes, come in. The door swings open blinding CJ and the camera with bright gold. Out from the glimmer walks X-Terminator carrying his Legacy Title proudly over his right shoulder. He is wearing a black "OWF" T-Shirt and camo pants with black army boots. A grin is shown from ear to ear. X-Terminator - Ceej, my man! Allow me to, err -- let myself in. XT casually walks into the office of the president, slamming the door loudly behind him. CJ extends his arm and points towards the guest chair to his left. X-Terminator - I'd prefer to stand, thanks. Let's get down to business, shall we. Prez CJ - I think I am the one who is supposed to say that. X-Terminator - Oh! Sorry!... Prez CJ - Now let's get down to business shall we.. X-Terminator seems puzzled and confused. Slowly, a grimace slowly kreeps onto his face, turning into a full out grin. X-Terminator - Ahhh.. I see what you did there! God, I am almost as gullible as the rest of those NLW fucktards. They say Fuck The Fans, I say fuck the NLW as a whole! Chase looks on in disbelief, setting his work on his desk aside. Prez CJ - Well, I never had a chance to properly thank you for everything you did for the OWF. I`m sorry for what you had to endure and if there is any way I can make it up to you.. He is quickly cut off by XT. X-Terminator - Oh contraire, mon ami! I owe the OWF for everything it has done for me over my illustrious ten year span. And that is what brings me here. You see, you and the OWF defeated the NLW at Collision Course thanks to my help. It took careful thought and planning to carry this plan out, and I must say, I really impressed myself. I did not realize I could be such a good actor. Prez CJ - You did well.. I mean you still have your Legacy Title. Bummer you lost to The Phoenix in that close match up. XT quickly intervenes. X-Terminator - And we all know that losing isn`t my middle name. If Will Prydor was able to do that to me in the middle of my own ring, it should be interesting to see how he fares in the Christmas Tree Match. I would bank all of my money on him winning, but that is not why I am here. I am not here to kiss some NLW scum`s ass. I am here to hopefully extend our contract so to speak. Prez CJ - Why, what do you mean? THWAP! The Legacy Title falls from the air above and drops heavily onto CJ's desk sending his papers in every wich direction. XT cannot shake the smile as CJ seems evidently pissed over disorganizing his paperwork. Prez CJ - What the hell? X-Terminator - Truth is Chase, when this all started.. You know, this whole OWF vs NLW thing, you came to me. You came to me and asked me to play a double agent, a master in disguise. You asked me to win the Legacy championship and I did just that. We can cry and sob over spilt milk -- ahh, otherwise known as the Blood Sweat and Tears Tag Titles, or we can accept the dawn of a new era -- the Legacy that stands before you. Because let's face it, I held the Tag Titles, and they werent as glamarous as El Plaga makes them out to be. Chase ponders to himself the pro's and con's of the situation before being interupted once more. X-Terminator - OWF's ratings have never been higher, and most of that weight can clearly be pin pointed at the both of us. You -- the exec who books the most exciting matches the world has ever seen and me.. The man that has made history, the man that everybody in the OWF clearly wants to be.. The man who put this place on the fucking map.. And no, not Jesse Williams. A loud outburst of cheers can be heard from the crowd in the arena. X-Terminator - You hear that? I think they like him... What about Trent Steel? Another pop from the crowd erupts in full force sending X-Terminator into a form of a shock.. X-Terminator - Ok, fair enough.. And how about.. Drake Munday? Silence is heard in the building. A cricket can be heard echooing from the rafters. Prez CJ - What is your point? X-Terminator - The simple truth Chase, is that the OWF had a great gameplan in the long term, but suffered heavily during the short time that I was absent. It is a fact, and the ratings for Addictions and Shit Happens did not quite meet expectations, and I think I know why. CJ looks on in curiosity, adjusting his suit while listening eagerly. Prez CJ - Let me guess.. Because of you. X-Terminator - Well, not so much me, but lack there of. You see, without X-Terminator, the OWF was forced to witness Jesse Williams vs JC, Jesse Williams vs Greg Jackson.. Hell, Jesse Williams vs Bacon from NLW would be a better ratings plug than those peons. Your world heavyweight division is dwindling, if not dead for quite some time already. But I don't blame you Ceej, I blame the lame asses that cannot compete on a world class level, and let's face it, if Jesse's world class, than something's wrong in the world today. Prez CJ - Jesse has done alot for the OWF. X-Terminator - This is true, but imagine the ratings if he lost. Imagine the word being spread that the great goliath has been defeated. Imagine how much money the OWF could obtain. CJ ponders the though, scratching his head in slight confusion. X-Terminator - Or how about, when I was gone, Trent Steel decided to throw another ADD/Temper Tantron and anihilate everyone in his path. Threatening the world and maybe harming one or two stage hands. Ohhhh no, look out for the big bad Trent! Give me a break, we all know who not only carried that team, but we all know who was the whole fucking team. If that is not evident, you all should watch the tapes from Shit Happens. Trent Steel was and always will be dead weight, and that is why I threw him to the wolves in El Plaga.. CJ grinds his teeth and evil intentions come across his face at the thought of El Plaga, the NLW followers. Prez CJ - What about em? He says angrily. X-Terminator - So what? I say let them have their fun. Point is, with them out of the OWF spotlight, our ratings can only improve further. So CJ, this is a promise I make to you. I vow that with my return, and the OWF Legacy Championship, that we can make the OWF a better place for all, and that we can continue to boost the ratings and be the most dominant federation that the world has ever seen, if not already. Prez CJ - I'd say we are the most dominant, but I think you have a point here. Chase continues to scratch his head, this time, trying to think of an idea. X-Terminator - So I would like a return bout at Holiday Bash, in any match that you want, against any opponent that you "dislike." You see, I am all for making the OWF a better place for all, as are you. Who do you want to exterminate, CJ? I will play as your personal Exterminator, and I will eliminate anyone that stands in your way! Doubt me? Just look at my record, and yes, The Phoenix was a fluke. So who will it be CJ? Who will be the first victim? Prez CJ - I have a pesky group of competitors in that locker room who seem content on making my life hell. X-Terminator - I know who you mean. Prez CJ - How about you take care of Dude JoB for me at Holiday Bash. Winner will get a shot at the Sin City Spotlight Championship the first show after Addiction. X-Terminator - I'm game. Prez CJ - Just know, the more you scratch my back -- the more I'll return the favor. X-Terminator - I catch your drift. Prez CJ - So, bearing that in mind, how close are you with Will? X-Terminator - I respect the mother fucker. Prez CJ - How do you feel about exterminating in a Six Man Tag in a few weeks? X-Terminator smiles. X-Terminator - Sure boss, me and Phoenix -- but who are we teaming with? Prez CJ - That's just what I was getting to...I need your NLW contacts on this one... The feed cuts from CJ's office and back to the announcers booth. Falcoon - X-T is getting rewarded for his loyalty. Dunn - That's good though. CJ is changing and respecting his talent. Greene - I wonder which NLW superstar he has in mind for that Six Man Tag. Next to the announcers booth, Missy Janson steps up to her feet clutching a microphone in her right hand. The camera pans to the right and follows her as she heads for the steel ring steps. Falcoon - I guess we'll find out. Greene - Just like we're finding out if the World Title Best of Seven is heading to a fifth match. Dunn - If Greg can't beat Jesse when he's this down physically -- it doesn't deserve to go to five. Missy quickly ascends them, and steps through the ropes -- entering the ring. She walks to the center of the ring to a loud applause as the entire arena stands up to their feet. Falcoon - Well lets send it to Missy and find out for ourselves. Missy lifts the microphone up to her mouth, and begins her announcements. Missy Janson - It is time for the Main Event of the Evening, and it is the fourth match in the Best of Seven Series for the OWF World Heavyweight Championship. The fans cheer loudly, looking forward to the last match of the night. Missy Janson - This match, by choice of Greg, is a Iron Man Match -- there is a time limit of Forty Five Minutes, and whichever superstar accumulates the most falls in that time period will win the match. Again the fans give a loud response in anticipation. 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, 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 ropes and into the ring. Greg walks over to the turnbuckle leans his back up against it, preparing for the match. Greene - Well here is where you use every cliche in the book to say how important this match is for Greg. Falcoon - Its win or go home for him. Greg's music fades, and Missy continues on once the fans cheers die down. 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. 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. 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. 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. She exits, and the referee calls for the bell once Missy is seated back at ringside. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) 45:00 Greene - Their first match went nearly forty minutes, their second was just under thirty five and their last was just under a half hour. Falcoon - Lets see if Greg needs that extra five minutes to win. The two men walk to the middle of the ring and without hesitation begin throwing strikes at each other. Greg catches Jesse with a right hook, to which Jesse responds with a swinging left elbow that glances off the chin of Greg. Jackson steps forward unphased from the shot, and Williams is caught off guard with a knee to the midsection from Greg -- who immediately hooks Jesse into a front face lock. He falls to his back, dropping Jesse right onto the top of his head with a DDT to the mat. Greg lifts Jesse up immediately, not looking for the pin and choosing to go for more damage. As both men get to their feet, Williams breaks free and catches Greg with his left elbow -- this time connecting full on with his right cheek. As Jackson is staggered, Williams wraps his arms around his abdomen and tosses him over his head with a release Belly to Belly Suplex. Greg lands flat across his back, wincing in pain and rolling mostly onto his left side to keep pressure off his back. Greene - Williams is looking strong as usual. Dunn - He'd love nothing more than to have Holiday Bash off. Williams rolls himself up to his feet, limping towards Greg who sweeps out Jesse's legs from under him. He hooks Williams right leg, and wrenches it backwards in a single leg Boston Crab with both men laying on their sides. Williams yells in pain as Greg switches hands, and keeps Williams right leg hooked and bent back at his weak knee. Jackson grabs Jesse's head and turns it into a bow and arrow hold -- now working on the bad back of Williams as he lays helpless on the mat. Williams refuses to give up, and Jackson glances up at the clock -- releasing the hold as he stands up to his feet.
Falcoon - He may have had a submission from Jesse if he held on just a bit longer. Williams holds his lower back in pain, as Greg grabs him by the hair -- dragging him to his feet. Jackson leaps into the air, and dropkicks the right knee of Jesse out from under him. Jesse falls face-first to the mat, holding his knee with Greg waisting no time in lifting Jesse right back up. As Jesse stands he brings his right fist up to the chin of Greg, nailing him with a sharp uppercut that cuts his momentum short. Williams rushes Greg, slamming him back-first into the turnbuckle -- and grabbing his right arm at the wrist. Jesse throws Jackson out of the corner, but Greg reverses it and irish whips Jesse towards the opposite corner. Instead of allowing him to run, Greg nails a short armed clothesline before Williams runs past him -- knocking him flat to his back. Greene - What impact! Dunn - Greg and Jesse are both taking this match seriously. Falcoon - Greg has to. Greg immediately stands up while Jesse rolls over onto his right side, looking to return to his feet as well. Jackson steps forward and hooks Williams around his arm. Greg drags Jesse up to his feet once more and steps back, thrusting his leg forward immediately after -- looking for a Superkick. Williams catches it and immediately spins Jackson around, hooking him in a Half-Nelson. He flips Greg over his head, executing the suplex and briging his weakened back off the mat. Falcoon - Half Nelson Suplex! Williams holds Gregs shoulders against the mat, as the referee counts the pin...1...2...3! Dunn - Whoaaa! Greene - What the? 37:56 Greg rolls out of the pin looking stunned as the fans cheer loudly. Williams slowly picks himself up with the help up the ropes, with Jackson coming up behind him and nailing a clubbing forearm across his lower back. Jesse keeps a hold of the top rope as Greg nails a second sharp forearm to the back of Williams, dropping him down to a knee. Once there, Greg soccer kicks Jesse across his spine -- pressing his chest up against the ropes. Falcoon - Greg is pissed. Greene - No kidding. Jackson lifts Jesse up from his kneeling position and leans him up against the ropes, back-first. He irish whips Jesse across the ring, sending him hobbling towards the opposite set of ropes. When he returns, Greg leaps into the air and wraps his legs around the head of Williams. He swings backwards, executing a Hurricanrana that sends Jesse flipping over onto his back. The fans begin to get behind Greg as he stands up to his feet, looking down as Williams rolls over onto his right side. Jackson walks over to Jesse's head, but as he bends down Williams lunges and Greg and executes a double leg takedown -- mounting Jackson, and proceeding to lay left, and right, hands to his exposed face. He gets in about three or four clean shots before Greg covers his face with his forearms, so Williams pushes himself back up to his feet. Dunn - Now Jesse seems to be getting pissed. Falcoon - He's just fighting with everything he has in him. Greene - Jackson is going after his back and knee, so Jesse is kicking it up a notch. He awaits Greg, who is able to pick himself up rather quickly -- as both men lock eyes. Jackson and Williams approach, locking up in a collar and elbow tie up. Greg kicks the right knee cap of Williams, crouching him down a bit and gaining the leverage as he forces Jesse down to one knee. He immediately picks him up, still tied up, and forces Jesse backwards into the corner. He makes no advancements, so the referee calls for a break. Jackson releases his grasp on Jesse, and steps back -- only to fire a forearm strike across the side of Jesse's face. Williams remains hung up on the top rope, as Greg grabs his arm and irish whips him across the ring. Jesse hobbles across the ring only propelled by Gregs throw, turning in time to crash back-first into the turnbuckle with such impact he is propelled out towards the center of the ring. As he limps towards Greg, Jackson drops to the mat and nails a drop toe hold which brings Jesse down to the mat. Enraged and unphased, Williams immediately pushes himself up off of the mat with his back to Greg. Jackson comes up from behind, locking him in a reverse waist lock as he grasps his arms around his waist. Jesse is able to break Gregs hold and throw his right elbow back, connecting with Greg's forehead. Williams leaps into the air, nailing a textbook dropkick to the chest of a stunned Greg Jackson -- who stumbles backwards up against the ropes. He bounces off as Jesse stands back up, and levels him with a clothesline that sends both men to the mat from the force. Dunn - I still have a lot of trouble understanding how these two have beat the hell out of one another these past four weeks. Jackson is the first to stir, slowly picking himself up to all fours and tucking his right knee up to his chest as he pushes himself up from his planted right foot. Once to his feet, he looks down at Jesse who is sitting up -- and Greg grabs a handful of his hair, yanking him up to his feet. Jackson locks him in a side headlock, wrenching upon Jesse's neck as soon as he gets back to his feet. He wrenches tighter around the neck of Jesse, which drops him down to his left knee in the middle of the ring. Greg loses his balance for a moment and Jesse is able to get back up to his feet and bring his right elbow into the stomach of Jackson, who keeps the headlock applied. Williams nails a second elbow, which further loosens Gregs hold -- but doesn't break it. Jesse hooks his right arm around the waist of Greg and flips him backwards over his head. Jackson over rotates, and lands on his feet behind Jesse -- avoiding the backdrop suplex attempt. Greene - Perfect counter from Greg. Dunn - Now he has to capitalize! Jackson spins Williams around and immediately knees Jesse in stomach. Greg bends him forward, hooking Jesse in a front face lock and tossing his right arm over his head. Falcoon - Greg looking for the suplex. He lifts Williams straight into the air, but then brings him right back down -- sitting out and driving Jesse's face into the mat with a variation of a DDT. Dunn - What the hell was that? Falcoon - I haven't seen that move in years! Greg grabs Jesse's right leg and covers him, with the referee sliding into place to make the count...1...2...3! 26:33 Falcoon - All tied up. Greene - And we're just over twenty minutes in. Dunn - And back to square one. Jackson immediately picks himself up off of Jesse, who still lays flat upon his back. Greg remains on his left knee, hanging his head down to the mat as he tries to regain his breath as Williams begins rolling over onto his left side. Greg catches Jesse's movement out of the side of his eyes, and pushes himself up to his feet -- keeping his eyes now planted on Williams who has now rolled onto his hands and knees. Jackson walks over to him and kicks Williams in the ribs, flipping him over onto his back holding his right side. Greg lifts his right leg and drops his boot across the chest of Jesse, keeping him firmly against the mat. Williams begins pushing himself back off the mat immediately as Greg walks around Jesse's back. Once Williams is laying on his left hip -- Greg nails a soccer kick to the small of Jesse's exposed back, flopping him over onto his hands and knees. Williams remains on all fours parallel to the nearest set of ring ropes, which Greg sprints towards. He leaps to the middle rope, springboarding himself into a back flip towards Jesse. Greg executes the Asai Moonsault, crashing perpendicular across Jesse's back -- but instead of collapsing, Williams doesn't budge and reaches up to hook Greg around the neck. He flips Greg off his back with a headlock takedown -- wrenching his arm around Greg's neck, while leaning across his chest and pinning his shoulders to the mat. The referee slides in and makes the count...1...2...Greg bridges his back, with his feet planted on the mat, lifting his shoulders off the mat. He kicks his legs over, flipping over onto his feet while Jesse maintains his side headlock as he now kneels on the canvas. With Greg bent over he wraps his arms around the waist of Williams, lifting him up and looking for a Backdrop Suplex -- but Williams floats over, and lands only on his left foot. He nearly loses his balance until he puts his right foot down, wincing as he presses it against the mat. He rushes up behind Greg, wrapping his arms around his midsection and clasping his hands infront of Greg with a reverse waist lock. Williams pushes Greg forward towards the ropes, pushing him up against them chest first before rolling Greg backwards over his head. Instead of remaining on his shoulders, Greg rolls through and forces Williams to flop over -- bringing both men back up to their feet, with Jesse still holding the reverse waist lock. Greg breaks Jesse's grasp, swoops around behind him, and locks in his own reverse waist lock. Falcoon - What a series of reversals. Dunn - Both men are keeping up with one anothers moves time and time again. Greg throws Williams over his head, executing a German Suplex -- but rolls over, hooking his legs on Jesse's, while bridging his back and planting his hands to the mat. Greene - No counter for that one! Falcoon - Rolling German Suplex Pin! Dunn - The count... The referee drops to his knees...1...2...3! Greene - And Greg has the lead! 20:07 Williams rolls out of the pin, holding the back of his head as Greg falls to the mat -- only to hook his left elbow over the nearest set of ropes. He stares at Williams, who has his forehead pressed against the mat, along with his elbows and knees, as he remains on all fours. Falcoon - The fans are shocked Greg took a lead. Dunn - They shouldn't be, Williams looks helpless. Greene - He better find his second wind because he has just over fifteen minutes left to tie it up -- at the very least. Jackson steps behind Jesse, grabbing him by the back of his pants and his hair with his left and right hands, respectively. He lifts Jesse up to his feet and walks him around in a circle -- still holding onto Jesse on the back of his jeans, and the back of his head. Jackson builds up momentum and runs towards one of the corners, tossing Jesse down to his left side and sliding him across the mat. Williams slides under the bottom rope and crashes across the ring post, with his lower back taking the full impact. Jesse yells in pain, as he remains under the bottom turnbuckle with his back pressed up against the steel post. Dunn - Greg needs to keep working on that back. It's easy money in Iron Man to score submissions. Jackson backs up across the ring, positioning himself back-first in the opposite corner from Jesse. He runs across the ring and baseball slides towards Williams, with his legs fully extending. He drives both of his boots into the midsection of Jesse, cracking him up against the ring post once again -- with his back taking the brunt of the impact once again. Williams holds his back in pain as he pulls himself onto his stomach and begins crawling out towards the middle of the ring. He gets up to both knees as Greg pulls himself up to his feet, as well, and approaches the kneeling Jesse Williams. As he gets near, Williams grabs the waist of his pants and yanks him forward -- sending him chest first into the turnbuckle. Jesse summons all his strength to get himself back up to his feet as Greg staggers out of the corner, turning himself around to avoid being tied up from behind. As he steps towards Jesse, Williams grabs his right arm and with all of his might he irish whips Jackson towards the opposite corner. Williams releases Greg Jackson with such force that his right knee gives out and he falls to the mat, with Greg being sent across the ring. Jackson leaps from the canvas, and bounds up to the top rope -- nearly falling forward and over the top to the floor from his sudden stop in movement. Falcoon - OH SH-- Whew, that was close. Greene - Greg almost joined us for commentary on his own match. He remains crouched on the top rope, with his back to the ring as Jesse slowly picking himself up from the mat -- more dazed than he had anticipated he would be. Williams gets back to his feet to see Greg turning around on the top rope. He limps into a short-stepping sprint, running at Greg who finally twirls around on the top turnbuckle to see Williams running at him. Greg extends his left leg outward, turning his foot to the side and catching Jesse across his throat -- staggering him back a few steps, before he drops to his left knee in the middle of the ring, gasping for air. Dunn - That's a mistake Williams can't afford to make. Greg clutches the top rope, facing the ring as he remains crouched perched atop the turnbuckle. Within moments of hitting Jesse with the boot to the throat, Jackson stands on the top rope -- gaining his balance rather quickly. Williams finally pulls himself up onto his unsteady feet as Greg flips from the top rope. Jackson hooks Jesse's head as he flips over, nailing a front-flip Neckbreaker from the top rope -- and driving Jesse right to his back. Falcoon - The BlackJack! Dunn - Williams didn't even try to get out of the way. Greene - He didn't have enough time. Jackson lays his body across the unconscious Jesse Williams following the Blockbuster, as the referee slides in and makes the count...1...2...3! Dunn - Greg is now furthering the difference while he still can. 13:18 Jackson immediately rolls off of Jesse, and picks him up towards his feet. Williams has trouble standing on his own, and Greg can't keep his weight up by himself. He stumbles forwards, pressing Jesse back-first across the ropes and grabbing his wrist. He attempts to irish whip him, but Williams reverses it as he stops short after Greg pulls him off the ropes. He now tries to pull Greg towards him, holding onto his left arm but Jackson is holding the top rope -- and is able to yank Jesse towards him. He leaps up, wrapping his legs around the neck and head of Jesse. Falcoon - Greg's looking for another hurricanrana. Williams holds Greg up, not allowing him to swing backwards. Jackson fires a right fist down to Jesse's forward, before he spins around his shoulders and now sits on top of Jesse in an Electric Chair position. Jackson rolls forward, bringing Jesse down with him. Dunn - No! A victory roll! As Greg rolls forward, Williams overpowers Greg and drops him directly onto his neck and shoulders -- packaging him up from the victory roll, with all of his weight on top of body of Greg. The referee slides into place. Greene - Jesse counters! He makes the count...1...2...3! Falcoon - And just like that, it's a difference of one fall once again. 09:38 Greg rolls out of the pin and looks incredibly pissed. Jesse slowly stands up as Greg pushes himself up to his feet and soccer kicks Jesse flat across his back. He again grabs Williams by the back of his jeans and his hair, and spins him around -- this time throwing him chest-first into one of the turnbuckles. The impact propels Williams into a backpeddle out of the corner, as Greg leaps into the air and dropkicks Jesse -- again sending him forward into the corner. Greene - Jackson has really worked Williams' back. Falcoon - Only Slayer, Allen and Jackson have done it. Dunn - It's pretty obvious that it's Jesse's biggest flaw. Greg steps forward, driving his shoulder into the back of Jesse as he remains back-first in the corner. Jesse begins sliding down towards the mat, but Jackson grabs his right arm and hooks it over the top rope -- then does the same with his left, before driving a second shoulder into the small of Jesse's back. 07:50 Williams remains hung over the top rope, his head on the top turnbuckle as Greg comes up from behind him. He tucks his head under Jesse's right arm and hoists him up -- sitting him on the top rope, with his back towards the ring. Greg fires a swinging elbow strike to the lower back of Jesse, which is at his eyelevel as he stands in the ring, before he begins climbing up behind Williams. Greg takes his time, but as he stands up with both feet on the middle rope, he is caught with a back elbow from Jesse. Williams fires his right arm back again, desperately attempting to daze Greg as he cracks him across the face again. Jackson nearly falls back, and eventually does so upon Williams turning around and pushing Greg from the middle rope and down to his back. Falcoon - Greg was going for the kill. Williams begins pulling himself up from the top turnbuckle, standing tall on the top rope with his back to the ring. Dunn - And now Jesse's got the Phoenix Splash for the tie! Williams glances over his shoulder, seeing Greg still down, and Jesse turns his head back to face the crowd. As soon as he does, Greg kips up with Williams leaping off the top rope, twisting and backflipping around towards the standing Jackson. Greene - Greg's up! As Williams flips and rotates around, executing the Phoenix Splash and now facing the ring -- Greg throws his right foot up and crushes Williams with a Superkick that sends blood flying from the open mouth of Jesse Williams. Falcoon - Holy fuck. Dunn - His jaw may be broken clean off! Greg falls to all fours from the amount of effort he put into the kick, with the fans going nuts. Jackson crawls across Jesse's limp body, with the referee sliding into place and making the count once Greg covers him Greene - Jesse is done. ...1...2...3! 03:29 Williams rolls onto his right side, as blood pours from his mouth and onto the mat -- forming puddles whereever he holds his head. Dunn - Okay he needs some serious attention. Jackson pulls himself up and looks at the blood, getting a bit startled at the amount. He steps back, smirking as Jesse struggles to get up to his feet but keeps collapsing down to the mat. Greg looks at the clock and then back down at Jesse, exhaling deeply as he leans back in one of the corners. Falcoon - Williams is in no condition to score two falls. Greene - But Greg seems reluctant to believe that. Dunn - Jesse keeps getting up, so I can't blame him. Jesse finally gets to his knees, pushing himself up to his feet and collapsing on the nearest set of ropes. Greg moves across the ring, keeping his distance from Jesse who finally locks eyes on Greg. On instinct alone, Williams pushes himself off the ropes and stumbles towards Greg -- with the fans looking as shocked as Greg looks. Williams spits blood onto the mat, as Greg circles around the ring. He keeps his distance from Jesse, seeming content to let time run out on his opponent. Falcoon - Just stay down, live to fight another day. Greg tries to step away from Jesse, but eventually notices he has an advantage. He holds up his arms, looking to tie up with Jesse.. Dunn - Greg, just avoid hi-- ..but instead of tying up with Williams, Greg nails a European Uppercut across the weakened jaw of Jesse and immediately locks him in a front face lock. The fans drop silent as Jackson looks out to the crowd as he hooks Jesse's right arm over his head, into a suplex position. Falcoon - Come on, no need for this. Dunn - He's going for that suplex DDT again. 00:44 As Greg looks to lift Williams, Jesse bursts out of nowhere and lifts Greg up into the air with a vertical suplex, twisting him to face Williams.. Falcoon - J-Dubz Driv-- ..when suddenly, Jackson floats over behind Jesse's back, landing on his feet and kicking out Jesse's right leg -- sending him flat to his back. Greg darts outside of the ring, near the announcers booth as the referee starts his count. 1...2...3...4.... Falcoon - Greg's done with it. Dunn - And he has enough time to stay outside and let it run out with under twenty seconds left. 5...6...7...8... Jackson rounds around the ring to boos from the crowd as Jesse holds his leg in the ring. 8...9...10! Jackson stops to jaw with a fan who flips him off as Greg laughs in his face and continues towards the ramp. Greene - Greg left the ring and there's no time for Jesse to make up the deficit. Williams picks himself up to his unsteady feet in the ring, wiping the blood from his mouth as he walks to the nearest set of ropes -- resting himself on top of them, unaware of the time. 00:09 1...2...3...4... Greg walks away from the fan, with the referee begining a count that doesn't even matter. 5...6...7... The fans at ringside all have something to say to Greg, who turns his attention to Jesse who remains hurting in the ring. 8...9... 00:00 Falcoon - And Greg prolongs the Series to a fifth match. Missy Janson - The winner of this match four falls to three -- making the Best of Seven Series score of three to one in favor of his opponent, and extending it into a fifth match at Holiday Bash... Greg Jackson Dunn - And a stipulation he gets to pick. Greene - And Greg has to be confident with Jesse in such bad shape. As Greg heads towards the ramp -- Williams propels himself over the top rope, crashing down onto Greg with a Suicide Plancha as the fans explode. On the ground, the two men begin laying into one another with everything they have left. Greene - This adds another championship match to the card. Dunn - That means every championship will be on the line! Falcoon - And these two aren't finished here tonight! They continue fighting on the outside, before OWF Security rushes down to ringside and separates the two men. They scream at each other as Greg is dragged backstage, with his arms raised up high. Falcoon - Greg went after Jesse's weaknesses and he was able to secure a victory. Dunn - I think Williams thought Greg had more respect than that for him. Greene - Jesse has held back in hurting Greg, but Jackson wants that belt. Falcoon - Can't say I blame him. But folks, we have to go. We'll see you in six days at Holiday Bash! Dunn - Happy Holidays everyone! The feed fades on Greg at the top of the ramp, briefly cutting to the OWF logo and then to black -- ending the telecast. |
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