The feed opens inside of the Sold Out Staples Center, as a string of fireworks shoot off on the stage. This sends the entire crowd up to their feet and sets them off into a frenzy. Spotlights shine all across the arena, as the camera switches to various different shots of the crowd. The pyrotechnics continue for a few moments before dying out, and the house lights return to a normal setting. The cameras pick up a hazy shot of the crowd, with the smoke from the fireworks hanging in the air -- clogging up vision for a few moments. It soon flows out, and it doesn't deter the fans who remain as crazy as ever.

The feed pulls in along ringside and picks up on the announcers booth. There, seated behind the table, we see Gordie Falcoon, James Dunn and Garrett Greene -- all dressed up in black suits for the formal occasion. The camera slowly zooms in as they start off the telecast.

Falcoon - AAAAHHOOO! We are in Los Angeles and this is HOLIDAY BASH!

Dunn - Please stop yelling, I'm hung over.

Greene - You're always hung over.

Dunn - No, you are.

Falcoon - Guys, it's the Holiday Season -- now is the time to be friendly to one another.

Greene - He's right.

Dunn - No he's not, shut up you little faggot.

Falcoon - Well, that went well. Hi folks, we are very glad to have you joining us tonight -- and we promise you the best action for your money.

Greene - Weeks and weeks of building has led to this point, and now we gets to see it all unfold.

Dunn - Besides for the obvious matches to watch out for, we will have every single OWF Championship defended here tonight.

Falcoon - And as Dunn alluded to, we also have the highly anticipated Christmas Tree Match.

Greene - Plus the finale to the Best of Seven Series for the World Title.

Dunn - Wow. We're stacked.

Next to the ring announcers table, Missy Janson stands up from her steel chair -- holding a microphone in her right hand. She heads off towards the nearest set of steel ring steps as the fans grow louder once they see the show is kicking off.

Falcoon - I'd like to take this time to congratulation Jackie Kissens and Greg Jackson on the birth of their child.

Dunn - Oh that happened?

Falcoon - That's what it says right here.

Dunn - So there's another kid of Jackie's with an unreliable father?

Greene - Seems like it.

Dunn - That whore.

Missy steps onto the ring apron, and parts the ring ropes -- stepping through them and into the ring. She makes her way for the middle of the ring, turning to face the live camera feed.

Falcoon - Well enough about Jackie, let's start off Holiday Bash.

Greene - Yes, lets.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Holiday Bash!

A loud roar comes from the entire arena.

Missy Janson - It is time for the First Matchup of the Night and it is the OWF and MVW LillyAss Championship Retirement Invitational!

The fans give a mixed reaction.

Missy Janson - Unfortunately, the Champion is not here tonight...

This draws a large amount of boo's from the crowd.

Missy Janson - Therefore, the belt is being held up and the last man standing in the ring tonight will be declared the final Champion!

Falcoon - Whoopie.

Missy Janson - We will start off with two competitors, and every three minutes after that any competitor who signed up will be entered as well. Coming to the ring first... from Haiti... Porta Prince!

Porta Prince emerges from the back with a smile upon his face.

Dunn - Porta entered?!

Falcoon - I guess he wants more gold.

Greene - ..With a lot of pink on it.

He walks down the ramp to no music, drawing a ton of boo's from the crowd. He slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, walking across the ring and smiling as he waits for the next entrant.

Missy Janson - And the second competitor, from San Francisco, California... Jason Chase!

Dunn - So a member of NLW and a member of the Rogues entered themselves.

Falcoon - How fitting.

Nobody comes out from the back, when the bell rings unexpectedly.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

We cut backstage to see Jason Chase laid out with blood all over his head. We quickly cut back to the ring.

Falcoon - Looks like Chase isn't coming in!

Missy Janson - Well, next to the ring... Skye Ricardo!

Skye Ricardo walks out from the back -- wearing a red skirt. He has a long wig atop his head, and stands on a set of high heeled shoes. He cautiously walks down the ramp, heading down to the ring.

Greene - Who the hell, wait, let me rephrase that -- WHAT the hell is that?

Porta turns his head, arching his eyebrows downward as he stares out of the ring -- glaring at Skye.

Dunn - I am scared.

Falcoon - As should be Skye Ricardo.

Skye gets into the ring and stands across from Porta. The fans, all very opposed to Porta, are way too taken back by Ricardo to cheer for him. Skye smiles as he looks at Porta, extending his hand out. Prince just looks down at his hand, then back up into his eyes. The fans begin a chant of "Porta's gonna kiiiiiilll you! Porta's gonna kiiiiiilll you!", as Skye's smile disappears from his face. He rips open his shirt, exposing a white bra that reads "N-L-W" in hot-pink embroidered lettering. The fans boo him heavily, with Prince looking disgusted.

Dunn - I am scared.

Falcoon - As should be Skye Ricardo.

Once Skye notices that Porta is in no mood for shenanigans, he tries to take a step backwards from him. Porta takes a step forward, backing Skye towards the ropes. Porta Prince looks for a clothesline, but Skye leaps into the air and nails a dropkick onto Porta's right shoulder -- driving his high heels right into his arm. Porta falls down to one knee, as Skye hits the mat and immediately picks himself right back up. At ringside, Missy stands up with a microphone in hand.

Missy Janson - Out next... Mike Van Pelt!

Mike Van Pelt runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, immediately cracking Skye across the back of his head -- knocking him down next to Porta, who is clutching his shoulder. MVP looks at Porta and begins to wail away on him, bringing forearm after forearm down across his exposed back. Prince is able to shrug off most of the shots, and begins pulling himself from his kneeling position.

Dunn - Watch out MVP, you're only going to make him mad.

Porta stands up and pushes MVP away, as Skye scurries out of the way of the two men. MVP runs at Porta, who stands strong -- with both men colliding with one another, shoulder first. Porta's arm is jolted with pain, while Mike Van Pelt is laying flat on his back from the impact. From behind Porta, Ricardo jumps onto his back and locks in a weak chin lock -- which Porta is able to break by grabbing Skye, and pulling him over his head and flipping him down to his back on the mat. Prince extends his right arm, and falls to the mat -- but Skye rolls out of the way, causing Prince to jam his elbow right into the mat. His arm sustains further damage as Ricardo rolls over onto his back, only to become a victim of a standing moonsault from MVP.

Falcoon - Come on MVP, bring it home to the OWF!

Dunn - The real home is MVW.

Greene - And it may be NLW's after this.

MVP stands right up, and stares down at Porta who is violently shaking his arm. Missy stands up at ringside, again lifting a microphone to her mouth, and speaks into it.

Missy Janson - Coming out next, and the last entrant, Senor Verga!

Greene - Um, who?

A masked superstar runs out from the back, and makes his way into the ring. He runs right at MVP and steps onto his left thigh before leaping into the air and taking him down with a step-up Hurricanrana. Verga turns and sees Porta stand up to his feet, and Verga nails a dropkick right into his chest -- sending him into the corner, where he stays. Skye rolls over onto his feet and looks at Senor Verga and tries to run away -- but Verga breaks off into a sprint as well. He somersaults in the air and nails a flipping dropkick to Ricardo's back, nearly eliminating him -- but Skye holds onto the top rope and remains in the ring.

Falcoon - I have no idea who this guy is, but he's doing well.

Dunn - Just what we need. More mexicans.

Verga looks back at Porta, who remains in the corner, and he charges at him. Porta steps out of the corner and grabs Verga, lifting him over the top rope and throwing him to the floor with a side Belly to Belly Suplex.

Falcoon - Verga is out!

Missy Janson - Senor Verga has been eliminated!

Greene - I was just getting used to him!

Verga pulls himself up on the outside and shakes his head, before ducking under the skirt of the ring apron -- looking for something. He stands back up, holding a metal dildo -- and he removes his mask, exposing himself to be Jason Chase.

Dunn - That dirty trickster!

Chase slides back into the ring, re-entering the battle royal and holding the dildo in his left hand. He approaches Porta and cracks him flush across his forehead -- sending him flat to his back.

Falcoon - MY GOD, did you hear that?

Chase turns around and sees Skye Ricardo running at him -- and Jason chucks the dildo at him, nailing him in the throat with it. Skye falls down to all fours, coughing heavily as Jason Chase looks around the ring. From behind, Mike Van Pelt grabs a hold of Jason Chase and tries to drag him towards the ropes -- but Chase shrugs him off, and pushes MVP towards the ropes instead. He nearly tumbles over, but catches himself on the top rope and casually turns himself back around to face Chase. Once he does, he is met with a dropkick flush across his face which sends him over the top rope. Instead of falling to the floor, MVP tumbles to the outside apron.

Greene - Bye bye MVP.

Dunn - He's not gone yet!

This prompts Chase to press his foot onto the chest of MVP under the ropes, and push him off the apron -- and to the floor.

Dunn - Damn.

Missy Janson - MVP has been eliminated!

Jason Chase turns himself around and looks at his other two adversaries. Skye is slowly picking himself up to his feet while Porta remains on his knees, clutching his shoulder. Jason Chase turns to Skye and starts to approach him.

Falcoon - Smart move.

As Chase goes to lock up with Skye, he is grabbed from behind by Porta in a reverse waist lock. Skye runs away from the action as Porta Prince executes a release German Suplex over the top rope -- sending Jason Chase crashing down onto a recovered MVP.

Missy Janson - Jason Chase has been eliminated!

Falcoon - Porta just killed Chase. Again.

Porta stares down at Chase who remains on the floor, while Skye Ricardo comes out of the corner -- and picks up the metal dildo Jason Chase brought into the ring. Prince remains hung over the top rope, still holding his right shoulder in a considerable amount of pain.

Falcoon - Skye has the dildo!

Dunn - Watch your ass, Porta!

Skye runs up behind Porta, cracking him across the back of the head and sending him flopping over the top rope and to the floor. The fans are shocked as Skye drops to his knees, holding his arms high in the air.

Falcoon - Porta is gone!

Missy Janson - Porta Prince has been eliminated! Therefore, the last.. thing ..in the ring, and the final holder of the OWF and MVW LillyAss Championship... SKYE RIIIICARDO!

The referee hands Skye the title and he looks overjoyed.

Dunn - I'm glad this catastrophe is over.

Greene - Porta is going to regret joining up in this match.

Falcoon - He has two more big time matches later on, I don't see why he'd try to join up here.

Dunn - He wanted to bring another belt to NLW.

Greene - If he won the Battle Royal, and Christmas Tree -- along with retaining the Tag Titles, he'd have at least two belts to give to Sullivan and possibly a third.

Skye exits the ring and skips up the ramp, holding the title high above his head before disappearing behind the curtains. Porta pushes away the EMT's who have come out to help him as he too walks up the ramp and disappears behind the curtains. The feed cuts to a shot of the announcers booth.

Falcoon - Well regardless, now we've kicked off the show -- and I couldn't be more thrilled.

Dunn - It's going to be some night.

Greene - Every Championship is being defended.

Falcoon - That's very tru--

Believe by the Bravery hits and the crowd erupts into a huge ovation as none other than Chris Green comes out from the back dressed up in a suit.

Dunn - What the hell is he doing here?!

Falcoon - CHRIS GREEN IS AT HOLIDAY BASH!

The fans are shocked as Green has not been seen or heard from in over 4 months. Green has a pair of rayban sunglasses looks to be in great shape and spirits. He slides under the bottom rope and is calling for a mic. THE LA fans are chanting his name. He calls for a microphone.

Chris Green - It is GREAT to be back in Los Angeles, California!!!!!

Crowd pops loudly as Green smiles from ear to ear.

Chris Green - I used to live in this area. La Jolla, California. Million dollar homes, awesome beach, great...WEED!

Green laughs

Chris Green - Ok so I bet all you are wondering. What am I doing here? What is Chris "By God" Green doing here in Los Angeles, California. AT HOLIDAY BASH!

Green walks around the ring shaking his head

Chris Green - Well its been 4 months. 4 months since I was seen losing what turned out to be my final match in the wrestling business to Jesse Williams.

Fans boo a little and start chanting "come back come back".

Chris Green - Normally I would say CHRIS GREEN IS BACK IN THE OWF!!! Normally I would say I am back to make another run at the OWF TITLE. Unfortunately. TIMES HAVE CHANGED. Things are different this time. I am here just to collect 45,000 dollars for making this 1 appearance and to say the respect I have gotten these past 4 months is absolute...BULLSHIT!

Green starts to pace around the ring now.

Chris Green - You got it right. BULLSHIT. You have douche bags in the back giving me no respect for what I have done to this federation over the years. You have every one of those bastards and you fans out there forgetting I ever existed! Match of the year? YOUR MATCH OF THE YEAR WAS CHRIS GREEN VS JESSE WILLIAMS!!!You know people actually voted some 2 bit nobody like EJ slayer over me and williams? Give me a god damn break!

Fans have gotten silent almost in shock.

Chris Green - My god I am truly disgusted with the lack of respect honestly. Then you have another douche bag who said I retired 12 times? Show some respect you sorry son of a bitch! When I speak YOU LISTEN. This right here is the reason I quit this federation and retired. I poured my blood, sweat, and tears into this wrestling business to GET SHIT ON by everyone after I left. Like it or NOT I am a legend who deserves respect as one of the MAJOR players that kept OWF open and PUT OWF on my back.

Green takes off his sunglasses and puts them in his pocket

Chris Green - I have said enough. To all you fans out there to all of you in the back who didn't give me the proper respect. EAT SHIT

Green drops the mic and walks out of the ring, with the fans booing him as he begins heading up the ramp.

Dunn - Great hearing from you, Green.

Falcoon - Man is he bitter.

Greene - I thought with his retirement he finally put things in perspective.

Dunn - When in all actuality, he just warped reality even further.

He walks through the entrance way, disappearing behind the curtains as the fans round out their chorus of boo's.

Falcoon - It's good to see he is healthy, but Green is always going to be Green.

Dunn - That's for damn sure

The feed cuts to the time keepers table, where Missy Janson stands from her seat -- and pulls a microphone off of the table. The fans turn their attention to her, and give her an applause once she heads towards the ring. She skips up the steel ring steps and onto the ring apron.

Greene - Well enough about the past..

Dunn - And lets get back to the past with Dude JoB and X-Terminator?

Greene - Well, yeah.

Missy enters the ring, walking directly to the center as the fans quiet down -- eagerly awaiting the epic showdown. Missy lifts the microphone to her lips, and starts to speak.

Missy Janson - The next matchup is scheduled for a one fall, with the winner gaining a shot at the OWF Sin City Spotlight Championship!

The fans cheer loudly.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Love Valley, North Carolina... Making his official return to the OWF... Dude JoB!

"Scream" by Billy Idol starts to play as tye dye smoke shoots up from the entrance way as Dude JoB emerges from the smoke. His eyes focused but his mouth keeping a psychotic smirk on it. The fans boo or cheer for him, and he does care but he doesn't show it. He gets halfway down the rampway before he produces a tye dye bandana and wraps it around his head to keep the hair out of his eyes. He then walks down to the ring and leaps in, he poses for the crowd for a moment before signaling to the referee that he is ready to begin.

Falcoon - Let's see if Dude JoB can pull off a strong showing in his first match back.

Dunn - You know X-T is going to test him.

Greene - Of course -- for the lone fact that DJ is teamed up with Trent Steel.

Dunn - Yep.

Falcoon - That's usually reason enough for anyone.

DJ's music fades out and Missy promply continues with introductions.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, representing the OWF... From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 232 pounds... He is the reigning NLW Legacy Champion... X-Terminator!

PA System - Two trailer park girls go round’ the outside – round’ the outside – round’ the outside.

X-Terminator doesn't come out from the back. Dude JoB stands in the ring, looking around the arena as X-T's music blares.

Dunn - Where is X-T?

Missy stands in the ring, looking towards the entrance ramp but sees nothing.

Greene - I have no clue.

X-T's music fades out, and Missy heads out of the ring. The fans are all standing and staring at the entrance way, still waiting for X-T to step out. The referee calls for the bell as a smile comes across Dude JoB's face.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Dunn - Well the match is starting without him.

Dude JoB remains in his corner, with the referee beginning to countout X-Terminator.

Falcoon - He no showed?

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

Dunn - Seems like it, Gordie.

DJ doesn't budge, keeping an eye on the ramp with the referee staring in that direction as well.

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

Greene - Why would X-T bail on a chance to gain a title shot?

Dunn - Beats me!

The referee continues his count, as the fans slowly start to lose faith that X-T is going to show.

7...8...

DJ holds up his arms, as the referee rounds out his count.

9...10!

He calls for the bell.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match by countout, and the New Number One Contender to the OWF Sin City Spotlight Championship -- Dude JoB!

Falcoon - What a load of crap.

Dunn - DJ is here for what, two weeks? And boom, title shot.

Greene - You gonna tell him no?

Dunn - Hell no. I don't mess with cyborgs. Especially when they are so good at throwing lawndarts.

Falcoon - Guys I think you're too focused on the wrong guy. What the hell happened to X-Terminator?

Greene - That guy is cocky as the day is long. He wouldn't choose to skip out on a shot to hold both secondary titles in the OWF and NLW.

The feed cuts backstage where we can see X-Terminator being held up by each of his arms by Jason Chase and The Lost Soul. The fans can be heard booing very loudly from the arena.

Dunn - Well there is your answer.

Falcoon - ...Rogues.

Standing in front of him is Trent Steel, staring down at him with his right hand cocked back.

Trent Steel - I told you not to cross me..

As Trent jerks his hand forward, and crushes X-T across his face, The Phoenix walks around the corner -- instantly sending the Rogue scattering after dropping X-T to the floor. He is a bit beaten up, as the Phoenix stares down at him. The feed cuts back to the arena, where Dude JoB is out of sight.

Dunn - So The Rogues took out X-Terminator, and thus DJ got the win.

Falcoon - What a scummy move.

Greene - Luckily for him, The Phoenix was in the area.

The same referee remains in the ring, and shrugs as he stands alone. Missy stands up from her seat at ringside once again, and heads for the ring with a microphone in her hand.

Dunn - I wonder what the hell is going on with those two.

Falcoon - The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Dunn - I guess. Still makes them enemies.

Greene - I'm sure their connection is going to be explained as nothing more than pure circumstance.

Falcoon - I know the Rogues are hoping so.

Missy makes her way onto the ring apron.

Dunn - Looks like we're getting right into our next match right here.

She enters the ring and steps towards the center -- positioning herself to face the live camera feed.

Falcoon - So lets send it to Missy, I guess.

Greene - What match is up?

Dunn - I have no clue. You have the format.

Missy Janson - The next match is scheduled for a one fall and it is the Fifth Match in the Best of Seven Series for the OWF World Championship. This match, by choice of Greg, is a PDA Rules Match -- where there are No Disqualifications, or Countouts, with the only way to win being to score a pinfall or submission on your opponent.

The fans pop hard as the cameras get a view of the bare ringside area.

Falcoon - Looks like in order for this to be PDA, the two men are going to have to bust out the hardware themselves.

Dunn - Or we're going to have to be moving soon.

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. The song continues to play as still images of a wrestler with blue tint on the screen play. "BlackJack" flashes between each shot. 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. Greg slides under the bottom rope, and pulls himself up to his feet -- before he walks across the ring and positions himself in his corner.

Falcoon - Greg got a big win last week.

Greene - But it won't mean a thing unless he wins the next three as well.

Dunn - Greg isn't out here for a "good showing".

His music slowly fades out, with Missy lifting the microphone back up to her mouth.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, From Las Vegas, Nevada -- He is the current OWF World Heavyweight Champion... 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. 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!

He slides into the ring directly under the bottom rope, and pulls himself to his feet- 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. 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...)

As the bell sounds, Greg charges across the ring and tackles Williams to the mat. The fans explode as Greg begins pounding away on the champion, nailing alternating closed fists to his face. Williams covers up, and is able to push Greg off of him -- rolling over in an attempt to stand up as well. As he gets onto all fours, Greg nails a soccer kick right into his ribs which sends Williams over flat onto his back. Greg lifts his right elbow up, and falls to the mat -- but his elbow drop misses as Williams rolls out of the way, and pulls himself into a crouched position. Jackson picks himself up after his failed strike, shaking his right arm as he turns around to face Jesse -- only to see him leap up from the mat, and drive both of his boot's into Gregs face with a high angle dropkick. Both men are sent to the mat, with Greg being the recipient of the firmer impact. Jackson rolls out of the ring, looking frustrated and walks over towards the announcers booth -- pulling the steel chair out from under Missy, and closing it up.

Falcoon - Hey, that wasn't very nice.

Jackson throws the chair high into the air towards the ring, with Jesse looking up to make sure he doesn't hit him. As soon as Jesse's attention is diverted, Greg grabs a second steel chair that is folded up and darts for the ring.

Dunn - Oh he's going to nail Jesse..

Jackson slides under the bottom rope, but Williams catches the chair Greg threw -- throwing off his plan. Greg and Jesse both hold a steel chair in their hands and the two exchange a set of words. Jesse looks at Greg before he tosses his steel chair over the top rope and to the floor. Jackson also turns his back, looking to drop his chair over the top -- but instead swings around and throws the chair directly into the face of Jesse. The chair cuts Jesse above his eye, and sends him flat to his back as Greg draws a little bit of ire from the crowd.

Dunn - Oh shut up, it's smart and it is legal.

Greene - He's right.

Jackson walks over to Williams, grabbing the steel chair off of his body and stepping back to watch as he struggles to get up. Williams slowly rolls up to a kneeling position. Greg swings the chair wildly, cracking Jesse right across his head a second time -- which drops him down to all fours. Blood continues to pour from his skull but after falling to his hands and kness, Jesse bounces right up and screams in Jackson's face.

Dunn - I'm scared.

Greg lifts the chair over his head again, but Williams reaches up and grabs a hold of the bottom of the legs -- which protrude from the bottom of Greg's clutched fists above his head. Williams yanks the chair downward, pulling the seat over Greg's face and the back rest around the back of his head. Both of his arms are stuck outwards, in a 'T' position, with the chair pulled down over his neck.

Falcoon - What the fuck...

Williams swings around behind Greg, hooking one of his outstretched arms into a half-nelson. The fans jump to their feet as Williams wraps his right arm around Gregs body and flips him over his back -- dropping Greg onto the back of his head, which is resting upon the backrest of the folded chair around his body, with a Half Nelson Suplex.

Falcoon - WHAT THE..

Dunn - I think Greg's dead.

The fans are chanting loudly, screaming "Holy Shit! Holy Shit!" over and over with both competitors laying flat on the mat. The referee pulls the steel chair off of Greg's body as blood is seen rolling down the side of Jackson's head and to the mat. Williams lays on the mat, with his second wind escaping him at this point, bleeding pretty badly as well.

Greene - I've never seen a chair used like that before.

Falcoon - And I hope we never have to see it again.

Dunn - I thought it was pretty cool.

Falcoon - Greg not only got Suplexed, but he had his head dropped on a chair.

Dunn - And that's..?

Falcoon - ...Okay, it's pretty cool.

The fans remain rowdy as Jesse slowly begins rolling over onto his left side. He tucks his right hand under his white tanktop and he wipes the blood from his eyes. Greg slowly begins to return to consciousness, unaware of Jesse's location or physical state. Jesse plants his left knee on the mat and rests his left hand infront of it, using it to balance himself as he kneels on the mat. Infront of him he sees the heavily dented, and bloody, steel chair -- which he reaches out for and pulls into his grasp. Greg struggles to drag himself up to his elbows and knees as Jesse uses the steel chair to push himself up to his feet.

Dunn - Greg has to be careful here.

Jesse sets his focus on Greg, who has gotten up to both knees -- but isn't facing Williams. Williams holds the chair with both hands, keeping his distance and allowing Greg to get back up to his feet -- which he eventually does. Greg staggers around, taking only a step forward before Jesse meets him in the middle of the ring. Williams rears the chair back, but hits nothing but air as Greg is able to just barely step out of the way. Using the momentum from his follow through, Jesse spins to face Greg with the chair down below his waist. Jackson throws his right leg up and connects with the jaw of Jesse, crushing him with a standing side kick.

Greene - AHHH!

Falcoon - What a shot!

Dunn - Look at the blood fly!

The impact from the Superkick first forces him let go of the chair, then it knocks Jesse backwards and through the ropes. His legs get caught up, causing him to crash down onto the outside apron instead of falling to the floor. Greg sees this and moves to the center of the ring, waiting for Williams to pick himself up -- which he does very slowly. Jesse hooks his right arm on the middle rope and uses it to anchor himself as he pulls himself upwards. As he gets to one knee and begins pushing himself up to his feet, Greg begins to sprint towards the opposite set of ropes. He bounces off of them and charges at Williams, who finally steps back up to his feet. Greg lunges through the ropes, trying to spear Williams off of the apron -- but Jesse side steps him -- throwing a kick upwards across the face of Greg as he dives through the ropes. The sudden impact drops Greg's body into deadweight as he hangs over the middle rope, barely conscious.

Dunn - Greg better check for missing teeth.

Williams bends over the top rope, trying to catch his breath as Jackson holds his face in pain. Eventually he slips through the ropes and tumbles to the floor, as Jesse remains standing on the apron. Williams only moves down to the concrete floor at ringside once Greg begins pulling himself off the ground. After hopping from the apron, Williams grabs Greg by his hair and keeps a hold of him by the back of his head. Williams begins leading Jackson around the ring, breaking into a sprint before he tosses Greg shoulder-first into a set of the steel ring steps -- sending them flying upon impact, while Jackson collapses to the floor. While Greg lays on the ground, Jesse reaches under the ring skirt and pulls out an unopened table -- which he slides into the ring under the bottom rope.

Falcoon - Jesse's got wood!

Greene - That joke is so 1999.

Dunn - Almost ten years ago.

Greene - That's creepy.

Greg begins crawling up to all fours as Jesse turns his attention back to Greg. He picks him up and slides him slowly into the ring.

Falcoon - But seriously, looks like Jesse is going to end it here.

Williams looks down at the table, pulling the legs open and locking them into place -- before flipping it over and setting it up parallel to one of the corners. Jesse then turns back towards Jackson, who is up to one knee by the time Williams reaches him. Jesse clutches Greg around the head and forces him into the corner parallel to the table. After a knee strike to the abdomen, Williams nails a short left forearm across the face of Jackson -- stunning him further. Following that up, Jesse bends over lifting Greg up onto his shoulder and sitting him atop the top turnbuckle. Williams immediately climbs up, locking Greg into a front face lock as he stands on the middle ropes. He hooks Greg up into a suplex position and the fans across the arena all stand up to their feet.

Dunn - Not a Top Rope J-Dubz Driver..

Williams tries to lift Greg, but Jackson doesn't budge -- and instead nails a stiff forearm to the ribcage of Jesse. Greg breaks the suplex hold and pulls himself up to the top rope. Greg flips over Jesse, hooking his thighs on the way down -- and executes a Sunset Flip Powerbomb through the table on Williams.

Falcoon - GREG WITH THE COUNTER!

Jackson pushes Jesse's legs back, putting all the force onto his shoulders as the referee makes the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, extending it to Sixth Match -- Greg Jackson!

Dunn - Two in a row!

Falcoon - And Jesse is not in good shape.

Greg drags himself from the mess of the table, collapsing on the mat as he rolls under the bottom rope -- crashing to the floor.

Greene - Jackson is hardly in any shape to continue as well.

Dunn - Jesse tried to kill him.

Falcoon - And Greg still won.

The referee steps outside, holding up Gregs arm as the fans cheer. Williams rolls out of the broken pieces of woods and wipes the blood from his face. He has an emotionless stare locked on the mat infront of him before he rolls out of the ring.

Greene - He's gaining respect, but like mentioned earlier, Greg didn't come here just for respect.

Dunn - Now you're getting it.

A few ring technicians come down, clearing out the broken table and tidying up the ringside arena. They even sop up the blood, scrubbing it from the fabric canvas and disinfecting it just as well. Greg makes his way up the ramp, holding his head in some pain as Jesse slowly pulls himself up on the outside.

Falcoon - I think as long as Greg keeps within his limits, he's a shoe-in to win match Six.

Dunn - You never know.

Greene - It's Jesse's pick for a stipulation.

Dunn - Which hasn't bolded well for Greg so far.

The technicians finish their clean up and pass Jesse as he finally makes his way up the ramp. They all disappear behind the curtain, followed by a limping Jesse Williams.

Greene - The fans don't know who they want to win.

Dunn - I bet they want Jackson to win the next one.

Falcoon - Why's that?

Dunn - Because then they get a finale rubber match!

Greene - Very true.

From the shot of the arena, we cut backstage once again. The camera finds Tyler Taylor being followed by a camera man as they walk through the hallways of the Staples Center. With the show just really kicking off, the backstage area is buzzing with movement. The newest addition to the OWF Reporting team pushes his way past many superstars, with the camera man following hot in pursuit. Eventually they come to a clearing where there is a lot more room to move around in, and less superstars cluttering that space. About twenty yards down the hall, Tyler sees his target and jogs towards him- heading towards the medical ward backstage.

Tyler Taylor - Jesse! Hey Jesse hold on!

Tyler stops running, coming to a stop in front of the seated Jesse Williams who has just had a bandage taped over his bloody forehead.

Tyler Taylor - Great match.

Jesse Williams - Uh huh.

Tyler Taylor - Just two quick questions..

Jesse looks at Tyler.

Tyler Taylor - What kind of condition are you in for the next match?

Jesse Williams - I guess you'll have to wait and find out.

Williams stands up, grabbing his World Title off of the table next to him as he stares down at Tyler.

Jesse Williams - Now if you'll excuse me, I have a match to finished getting ready for.

Williams looks to walk past Tyler..

Tyler Taylor - Actually, about that...

..But he stops directly in his tracks, turning around to look at Taylor.

Tyler Taylor - I was sent by CJ to get your stipulation for the sixth match.

Tyler pauses, as Jesse seems hesitant to respond.

Tyler Taylor - So, what will it be?

Jesse smiles, looking down at Tyler and grabbing a hold of his right hand- which holds the microphone. Williams pulls Tyler's arm, making sure the microphone is right in front of his face as he talks into it.

Jesse Williams - Match Six is going to a Finisher Match, Tyler. Let's see how well Greg can deal with that.

Tyler Taylor - You have many more finishers than Greg!

Williams lets go of Tyler's hand, and brings his palm right into the chest of Tyler.

Jesse Williams - That's the point. Now get lost.

Williams shoves Taylor backwards, and he scurries off. The camera man follows Tyler as he keeps his eyes over his back, watching Jesse while he walks away. Taylor hangs his head and walks back through the mass of competitors.

Falcoon - Williams is smart.

Dunn - It's just about the only thing he has going for him right about now.

Greene - Jesse needs to make sure he doesn't take Greg for granted again.

Dunn - I don't think he ever has.

Falcoon - I agree, I believe Greg has just stepped up his game ten-fold.

Tyler and the camera man finally make it into a narrow hallway, walking away from the large gathering of wrestlers. They hear a commotion coming from one of the locker rooms, which the camera pans to- but can't seem to find a name tag for. Tyler opens the door and steps into the room.

Dunn - Man, this guy is really on the hunt for a scoop.

As he enters, he sees Ken Hamcha and the OWF Sin City Spotlight Champion, Akira Kanemura, standing infront of the Wheel O' Stipulations. They are arguing in japanese to one another, both seeming to get more and more angry with one another as they speak. Ken takes note of Tyler and points towards him, motioning for Akira to stop talking with the cameras rolling.

Ken Hamcha - Okay Akira, now it's time to see what kind of a match we're going to be in tonight!

Akira looks at the wheel, which is defaultly set at "Bra and Panties Match".

Akira Kanemura - Problem!

Ken Hamcha - What's wrong?

Akira Kanemura - I go commando.

Ken Hamcha - That's a lovely visualization.

Ken sighs, pointing to the wheel.

Ken Hamcha - Alright, spin it.

Akira grabs a hold of the wheel, thrusting it around as hard as he can. The wheel begins to spin and Akira studies it, trying to anticipate the outcome and the match stipulation. Suddenly, out of nowhere NLW's The Ice Man comes into view, swinging a chair at Akira Kanemura's head. As the metal connects Kanemura falls to the floor and The Ice Man is left watching the wheel. Finally it slows and eventually stops. Ice looks at the board and reads the stipulation.

The Ice Man - Not my favorite, but I guess it will do.

He leaves Ken to tend to Akira as the camera zooms in on the wheel- revealing the stipulation to be a "Ten Minute Time Limit Match". The feed cuts back to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - Poor Akira, he keeps getting his ass handed to him.

Dunn - I want to know what this ten minute time limit match is all about, minus the ten minute time limit part.

Greene - From what I am being told, there is a ten minute time limit on the match. If The Ice Man can't pin or submit Akira in that time, or Akira pins or submits him, the title will remain with the champion.

Dunn - Interesting.

From next to the announcers booth, Missy Janson is seen standing from her seat at the time keepers table with a microphone in her right hand. She sets off towards the steel ring steps, slowly ascending them with her eyes pointed down towards the outside ring apron.

Falcoon - I guess this favors Akira, but he still won't have a good outlook knowing he has ten minutes against Ice Man.

Missy steps onto the ring apron and into the ring through the ropes. She swiftly walks to the center of the ring, facing the live set of cameras adjacent to the entrance ramp.

Dunn - We'll see how he copes.

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

Missy Janson - The next match up is scheduled for a one fall, and it is a Ten Minute Time Limit Match for the OWF Sin City Spotlight Championship. If Akira can execute a pinfall or submission, or avoid a pinfall or submission from Ice Man, within the ten minutes -- he will retain the title...

The fans cheer loudly.

Missy Janson - Making his way to the ring first, the challenger... Hailing from Portland, Oregon... The Ice Man!

"Second to None" By Styles of Beyond begins to sound over the arena loudspeakers and the lights begin to flicker slightly before going out completely. After a few moments there is a large explosion on the stage and the lights come back up, revealing The Ice Man in the middle of the stage. He takes a moment to look around before walking towards the ring, taking in the boos from the crowd along the way. Once he makes it to the ring he climbs in and stands in the center, raising his arms into the air as explosions erupt from all four turnbuckles.

Falcoon - His last match in the OWF didn't turn out so well, when he won by disqualification.

Dunn - He's obviously looking to improve upon that tonight.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Sakurai, Nara, Japan... He is the current OWF Sin City Spotlight Champion... 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 -- along with the OWF SCS Title over his shoulder. The fans give him a nice applause, 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. He removes the title from his shoulder as his music begins to fade, handing it to the referee who holds it high in the air.

Greene - For sure a small guy, and such a little amount of time, Akira has accomplished a lot.

The referee hands the belt to Missy, who takes it with her as she exits the ring -- and returns to her seat at ringside. The referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

10:00

Akira darts out of the ring, with The Ice Man in hot pursuit. Kanemura begins running as fast as he can, looking to waste as much time as possible. The Ice Man closes the gap rather quickly, forcing Akira to slide back into the ring. Once inside, he darts across the ring and slides out the other side -- while The Ice Man stands in the middle of the ring, looking frustrated. The fans cheer Akira who remains watchful of The Ice Man's actions. The Ice Man steps through the ropes and exits the ring, but Kanemura slides right back into it as soon as The Ice Man's feet hit the floor. Immediately The Ice Man slides back in, but Akira slides right out. The fans laugh as The Ice Man walks over to the referee and begins to threaten him.

Falcoon - Akira is playing stay away.

Dunn - Only way he will have a shot.

07:32

The referee steps to the side of the ring where Akira stands and begins to count him out.

Greene - That's going to throw a wrench into his plan.

1...2...3...4...

Akira looks confused and remains on the outside, looking to spend every second he can out there.

5...6...7...8...

He slides back into the ring, only to be stomped across the back of the head by The Ice Man. Kanemura tries pushing himself up, but every time he gets close he just gets slammed back down to the mat. Eventually he is helped up to his feet by The Ice Man, who pushes him up against the nearest set of ropes. He grabs Akira's right arm and tosses him across the ring with an irish whip. Akira runs across the ring, bounces off the opposite set of ropes, and comes charging back -- only to be obliterated by a big boot from The Ice Man.

Greene - Akira is in trouble if he can't turn the tide soon.

05:11

The Ice Man tries to make up for lost time by dragging Akira up to his feet as quickly as possible. He nails Akira with a swinging right forearm, which dazes him and nearly sends him back down to the mat -- but Akira remains standing. The Ice Man steps forward looking for a left elbow strike, but Akira somersaults out of the way. He runs across the ring and leaps up to the middle rope, back flipping off of it in an attempt of an Asai Moonsault -- but The Ice Man telegraphs it and catches Kanemura across his shoulder in a front powerslam position.

Falcoon - Uh oh.

Akira kicks his legs and slides down the back of The Ice Man, and somehow is able to swing his right leg upward and connect with a roundhouse kick to the back of his head. The Ice Man stumbles down to one knee, Akira falls to his knees as well -- trying to regain his senses before continuing his attack. The Ice Man shakes his head as he tries to stand himself up, but is unable to. Akira rises to his feet, much to the approval of the crowd as he looks down at The Ice Man.

02:23

Dunn - This could be the break Akira needs!

Kanemura continues to lay kicks onto The Ice Man, now striking at his body. Once he feels The Ice Man is dazed enough, Akira runs towards the nearest corner -- leapfrogging up to the top. The fans rise to their feet as he stands up tall and looks down at The Ice Man, who has just returned to his feet. Akira comes flying off the top rope, but is caught atop the shoulders of The Ice Man. He holds Kanemura in the standing firemans carry, before swinging him around and driving him down face first to the match with an F-5.

Greene - The Ice Pick!

The Ice Man covers Akira, with plenty of time on the clock, as the referee slides in and makes the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, with a minute and thirty four seconds remaining... and the NEW OWF Sin City Spotlight Champion... THE ICE MAAAAN!

Dunn - Fuckin' christ.

Greene - James! It's Christmas time!

Dunn - Well god damnit, I'm not happy.

Falcoon - You're going to hell.

The Ice Man is handed the SCS Title, when The Lost Soul breaks down the ramp. He slides under the bottom rope and decks The Ice Man with a sharp right hand. As he falls to the mat, blood pours from his forehead -- as TLS reveals a pair of brass knuckles across his right hand.

Falcoon - TLS has some beef with Ice Man.

Dunn - As does most of the OWF roster.

The fans give him a loud response as he darts out of the ring, leaving The Ice Man laying.

Greene - But the fans were happy.

Falcoon - I don't understand the Rogues.

Dunn - They're only out for themselves. They don't care which federation benefits or suffers from it.

Greene - Ahh, make sense.

The feed from the arena fades to black, and remains that way for several moments. A voice floats in, and it's that of the reigning PDA Champion.

The Phoenix - It's often been said that there is a fine line between sanity and insanity. Most would think that my life over the last month has been dancing a jig down that line. They have no idea how right they are.

There is a pause as the image on-screen changes to that of a fire burning in the background. It's rather dim, almost shadowed, as the voice-over continues.

The Phoenix - For years, I've taken this name into battle, symbolizing my knack to keep pressing on despite the adversity and circumstances. And I've faced a challenge I would not wish on anyone and am still here. I know there are people out there who are watching this and hoping--no, praying--that I cave in under the stress and sorrow.

A silhouette emerges from the flames, walking towards the foreground. It only takes a glance to confirm that this is the man who has been speaking.

The Phoenix - I'm not going quietly into the night. You can take everything that is dear to me away, and yet I will fight on. This has transcended any petty reasons. This has become personal. NLW...OWF...prepare yourselves for war. Because by the time this is said and done, a war is exactly what will have been waged. Not necessarily between mysef and the companies, oh no...but some of the people within the company.

The camera zooms in to close on Phoenix's face.

The Phoenix - You people can spout off about FTF all you want...but the way I see it, my FTF trumps yours. FTF: For the Fallen; For the Fans. Consider this your only warning...game on.

The camera feed fades to black again, before transferring to ringside.

Falcoon - The Phoenix has some strong words for Fuck The Fans.

Greene - I think he should concentrate on the X-Mas Tree match.

Dunn - Garrett is right. You can't let the outside elements impact you.

Falcoon - I guess.

Greene - If he was going to stray away from that, at least give some clarification behind him helping X-T.

Dunn - Again, I doubt he was helping.

Falcoon - He was probably just in the right place at the right time.

The feed switches to a shot of the ring, where Missy Janson stands directly in the center of the squared circle -- with a microphone in her right hand.

Greene - Unfortunately, looks like we're about to start the Tag Match.

Dunn - Where the New Blood is obviously wrong place, wrong time.

Falcoon - We'll find out. Let's send it to Missy.

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

Missy Janson - The next matchup is scheduled for a one fall with normal tag team rules -- and it is for the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships!

The fans all jump to their feet with their eyes set on the stage.

Falcoon - Come on New Blood!

Greene - Bring those belts back home!

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from San Antonio, Texas and Brooklyn, New York respectively -- Rockstar and Tommy "The Ox" Morella -- The New Blood!

"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. Right behind him is Tommy Morella, who trots down with a wide smile upon his face. Rockstar reaches ringside, and he then climbs into the ring, and starts warming up for his match. Morella slides under the bottom rope and stands at Rockstars side in their corner.

Greene - I don't know how good their chances are, but I've seen stranger things happen.

Missy waits for the music to fade out before continuing with announcements.

Missy Janson - And their opponents, from Haiti and Managua, Nicaragua respectively -- They are the current OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions.... Porta Prince and Vernon Somoza -- El Plaga!

The lights go out around the arena, and all you see is the lit-up OWFTron. The phrase, "FUn Can Kill YOU" pops onto the screen and "Bodyguard" by Obie Trice and Eminem hits.

What you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
Show us your as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and get yo' bodyguard?

The spotlight shines on the team of El Plaga, cigar in the mouth of Vernon Somoza. The both don jackets, Vernon wearing his trademark military jacket. Porta is wearing a black sleeveless hoodie, with the words El Plaga airbrushed on the back. As they make their way down the ramp, Vernon is blowing cigar smoke at the fans, while Porta slaps away the waiting hands of fans. With the tag titles wrapped around their waists, Porta slides under the bottom ropes while Somoza taunts the fans in the front row. Porta drapes himself over the ropes, with his arm raised while Somoza climbs the turnbuckle throwing his 2 arms in the air to the jeers of the crowd. They both remove their belts as their music fades out, handing them to the referee.

Falcoon - Somoza and Prince have become a dominant tag team in the OWF.

Dunn - They'll probably continue their greatness right here once again.

The ref holds up the belts, before Missy takes them -- and exits the ring with them. She returns to her seat at the timekeepers table, with the referee calling for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

As soon as the bell rings, both Porta Prince and Vernon Somoza charge across the ring and begin beating on their opponents. Somoza goes after Rockstar, taking him down with a running clothesline -- while Porta decks Morella with a right elbow to the face. The referee steps in, pulling apart Rockstar and Somoza and sending them to the outside. Somoza has opened up a fresh cut on Rockstar's forehead, while Porta Prince maintains an advantage over Tommy "The Ox". With Morella on his knees, Prince clubs down across his back with forearm strikes. The fans boo loudly as Porta keeps his assault going until Tommy falls down to the mat. Once there, Porta immediately lifts him back up -- only to kick out his legs from under him, sending Tommy flat to his back again.

Falcoon - Porta with a firm handle on The Ox.

Prince lays a stomp across the chest of Tommy, before he lifts him up to his feet. He locks Morella in a front face lock and starts back peddling towards his corner. Porta tags in Vernon Somoza, and both men hook up Morella in a suplex position. They lift him up and drop him onto his back with a Double Suplex. Porta is forced out of the ring while Somoza takes control of the match. Tommy is sitting up now, but Somoza lays a shin kick across his lower back. He immediately lifts Tommy up, lifting him into a bear hug in the middle of the ring -- wrenching on his lower back as hard as he can. Morella yells in pain as Rockstar cheers on his partner, but Somoza shows no signs of releasing the hold.

Dunn - Somoza is trying to break Morella in half.

Greene - Tommy needs to get out of the ring.

Tommy fights out of the bear hug and gets back down to his feet. He nails a right hand that connects with Somoza's face, but Vernon fights right back by bringing his right kneee into the stomach of Morella. Tommy fires back with a european uppercut which stuns Somoza slightly -- also standing him up straight. "The Ox" lunges at Somoza and takes him down with a clothesline, finally bringing a member of El Plaga down to the mat. The fans start to get hyped up as Tommy starts crawling up to his feet, while Somoza does the same -- yet at a slightly slower pace. Morella gets up to his feet and glares at Somoza, then to his partner. Tommy is able to step back to his corner and tag in Rockstar, who charges into the ring and takes down Somoza with a clothesline. Porta enters the ring, only to be taken out with a wide forearm shot that knocks him down to the mat. Rockstar turns back to see Vernon back on his feet, and boots him in his midsection.

Falcoon - New Blood really wants those Tag Titles.

Porta rolls back out of the ring as Rockstar nails a side Belly to Belly Suplex on Somoza and makes the cover. The referee slides in and makes the count...1...2...kickout by Somoza. Rockstar lifts Vernon up from his back, nailing a sharp right hand to his face once he is back to his feet. Somoza takes a step back, with Rockstar leaping into the air -- looking for a dropkick. Somoza steps out of the way and Rockstar crashes down to the mat with a thud. Vernon slowly steps back, waiting for Rockstar to get back up to his feet -- which he does rather rapidly. As he swings around, Rockstar blocks a right haymaker from Somoza and nails him with a short right hook of his own. Rockstar steps forward, nailing a right forearm across Somoza's face -- further dazing him.

Falcoon - Rockstar is taking it to Somoza!

Dunn - El Plaga is going to have to work for it tonight.

Greene - That's obvious.

Somoza somehow fires back, catching Rockstar off guard with a left jab. Vernon rears his right arm back and connects with a wide right hook that sends Rockstar flat to his back. He instantly rolls up, only to be booted in the stomach. Vernon keeps the fight going, pummeling Rockstar with a combination of right and left hands that he is unable to block. Somoza takes a step back and swings his right arm once more, but Rockstar blocks it with his left forearm. Rockstar ends Somoza's momentum, bringing a sharp knee up to his stomach and locking him in a front face lock. He drags him back towards his corner, maintaining the hold.

Dunn - New Blood is putting up a better effort than I would have expected.

Greene - They just need to work together as a team, like El Plaga.

Rockstar extends his hand and tags Morella back in, who goes after Somoza and starts laying kick after kick into his ribcage. Rockstar lets go of Somoza's head, leaving Morella to him as he exits the ring. Vernon begins picking himself up to his feet as Morella lays in a lifting right knee across his chest. This forces Somoza back up against the ropes, with Tommy in hot pursuit. He grabs a hold of Vernon's arm and yanks him off the ropes -- tossing him across the ring with an irish whip. Vernon bounces off the opposite set of ropes and charges back at Tommy "The Ox" who bends over, looking for a back body drop. Somoza puts on the brakes, stopping infront of him and swinging his leg upwards -- connecting across the chest of Morella, standing him up straight.

Falcoon - Somoza with a nice counter!

Vernon staggers to his corner and tags in Porta Prince, who runs into the ring and slides behind Morella as he heads for his corner. Prince nails a release German Suplex.

Greene - Well that's just about all I expect from New Blood.

Vernon remains in the ring and lifts Morella up, tucking his head between his legs. Porta scales the corner while Somoza lifts Morella up into a powerbomb position. The referee is distracted as Rockstar tries to come in and break up the double team -- while Somoza positions his back in the corner that Prince is standing a top. He leaps off, nailing a flipping Neckbreaker while Somoza drops Morella with a huge Powerbomb. Somoza exits the ring while Rockstar is pushed outside as well.

Dunn - The Incision!

Porta covers Morella to a round of boo's while the referee slides across the ring and makes the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winners of this match, and STILL OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions... Vernon Somoza and Porta Prince -- EL PLAAAAGAAA!

Dunn - Oh well.

Greene - El Plaga gets stronger, and the OWF tag division gets weaker.

Falcoon - I don't see any teams coming up to challenge them.

Greene - Not putting up a worthwhile challenge atleast.

Somoza and Prince are handed their Tag Titles and have their hands raised in victory. The fans boo them loudly as they exit the ring and begin heading for the ramp.

Falcoon - At least they are still competing on OWF shows.

Dunn - I guess.

The feed cuts to the back, as Greg Jackson is seen standing in Prez CJ’s office, ready to go for match six! CJ is seated behind his desk. What more do you need to know?

Greg Jackson - Sooooooooo?

Prez CJ - Jesse has chosen match six to be a Finisher Match.

Greg Jackson - Meaninggggggggg?

Prez CJ - The match can only end after one of your finishing moves has been hit.

Greg Jackson - Do I just have to hit it? Or does it have to pin him?

Prez CJ - A pinfall has to follow the finisher.

Greg Jackson - ……..Well that’s totally not fair!

Prez CJ - And why’s that?

Greg Jackson - I only have one finisher… Jesse Williams has like fourty!

Prez CJ - I think that’s an exaggeration, Greg.

Greg Jackson - Swanton Bomb. J-Dubz Driver 27. He has so many more options!

Prez CJ - That may be true, but it WAS his choice. Why wouldn’t he pick a match that works to his advantage?

Greg Jackson - …Does my superkick count as a finisher?

Prez CJ - No, it’s always been seen as your set up move.

Greg Jackson - SAYS WHO?!

Prez CJ - Everyone. You don’t even have a name for it.

Greg Jackson - I do so! It’s called the… Super… Jack-Attack…?

CJ stares silently at Greg.

Greg Jackson - The Greggo-kick 5000?

Blank stare from CJ.

Greg Jackson - The Finishing Kick… for Finishing… bitches…

Prez CJ - You’ve never called it any of those things. EVER.

Greg Jackson - This is HORSESHIT!

Greg storms out of CJ’s office to get ready for the match.

Falcoon - Greg isn't a happy camper.

Dunn - What can you say? He has a little bundle of joy to deal with at home.

Greene - And he's being put in a match where his chances are high diminished.

Falcoon - Without question.

The feed cuts from CJ's office to another point backstage. We see the New Blood walking through the hallways, looking pretty beaten down. We watch as Tommy and Rockstar break into El Plaga's locker room.

Rockstar - Hurry up Tommy were going to get caught!

Tommy The Ox - Hold on I am almost done.

Rockstar - I cannot believe you actually thought of this.

Tommy The Ox - Well I am good for something from time to time. There lets go.

The camera shows a sign that says Happy New Year from New Blood. The feed cuts back to ringside and a shot of the announcers booth.

Falcoon - Why are they still messing with El Plaga?

Dunn - Wasn't the beating they received enough?

From the time keepers table, Missy Janson picks herself up from her seated position on the steel chair -- clutching a microphone in her right hand.

Greene - They are going to have to deal with that later on.

Falcoon - And Greg has another do-or-die match to deal with right now.

Dunn - Any matches he has from this point out will be win or go home.

Missy makes her way up the steel ring steps, walking onto the ring apron before parting the ring ropes. She steps through and into the ring, heading for the center of the squared circle.

Falcoon - Well lets go to Missy for the introductions for the sixth match.

Missy lifts the microphone up to her lips, calmly awaiting the fans to calm down before speaking.

Missy Janson - The next match is scheduled for a one fall and it is the Sixth Match in the Best of Seven Series for the OWF World Championship. This match, by choice of Jesse, is a Finisher Match -- where in order to win the match, a competitor must first use either their own, or their opponent's, finishing move; and then execute a pinfall or submission.

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. The song continues to play as still images of a wrestler with blue tint on the screen play. "BlackJack" flashes between each shot. 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. Greg slides under the bottom rope, and pulls himself up to his feet -- before he walks across the ring and positions himself in his corner.

Dunn - I didn't think Greg would get this far, honestly.

Falcoon - Now he's either going to tie up the series, or go home a loser.

Greene - He has been on the brink of elimination in the past two matches. I doubt the third will prove to be much more of a test.

His music slowly fades out, with Missy lifting the microphone back up to her mouth.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, From Las Vegas, Nevada -- He is the current OWF World Heavyweight Champion... 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. 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!

He slides into the ring directly under the bottom rope, and pulls himself to his feet- 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. 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...)

Jesse limps towards the middle of the ring, and Greg meets him there. The two men engage in a staredown, exchanging a few words before Jesse pushes Greg. Jackson smiles then extends his hands out, pushing Williams right back. Jesse steps forward, laying a right forearm across the cheek of Greg which sends him back a step. Greg doesn't back down and fires right back with a toe kick to the stomach of Jesse, followed by a left hook as he steps forward to connect with Jesse's right cheek. Williams remains stunned as Greg tugs him straight up, where Jesse breaks free and boots Greg in the midsection. Williams looks to bring his right knee up into the face of Jackson, but Greg is able to grab Jesse around his thigh -- and kick out his left leg. He maintains a hold of Jesse's right foot, fully extending his leg, before dropping to the mat and bringing his left right elbow across the side of Williams' knee.

Falcoon - Greg going back to work on the knee now.

Dunn - That's smart on his part, he needs to keep it up.

Greg picks himself up and steps back, allowing Jesse to get up under his own power and at his own pace. Williams crawls towards the ropes, using them to pull himself up to his feet and keeps a hold of them until he gains his balance. Once he does so he walks out towards Greg, who is waiting for him. The two men lock up in a collar and elbow tie up, with Greg forcing Williams down to his left knee. Soon from the lock-up, Jackson pulls Jesse's left arm around his back -- locking him in a hammerlock. Williams winces in pain, but throws his right elbow back and connects with the jaw of an unsuspecting Greg Jackson. He loosens his grip and Williams rolls away from Greg, keeping a hold of his left wrist with his left hand. Williams pulls Greg towards him, extending his right arm outward as he looks for a short arm clothesline, but Jackson is able to duck at the last moment -- but Williams spins around with his left arm and connects across Greg's throat, absolutely leveling him.

Falcoon - Jesus!

Dunn - Greg didn't see that one coming.

Jesse pulls himself off of the canvas and hobbles to the nearest corner. He slowly ascends the ropes, climbing up all the way to the top rope and turning himself around to face Greg.

Greene - Williams up top!

Jesse stands up tall on the top rope, looking down at Greg who remains flat on his back. Suddenly, he kips up and rushes the corner -- quickly ascending it and meeting Jesse on the top rope. He wraps his arms around Jesse's midsection, clasping them around his back, and tossing him over his head with a top rope Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. Williams crashes down to the mat with a much firmer impact upon the canvas than Greg -- yet both men are stunned from the fall.

Falcoon - Williams looked to be setting Greg up for the Swanton.

Dunn - And Greg was ready for it.

Greene - But he paid for it as well.

Dunn - It was a high risk manuever. Also high reward.

Falcoon - And that reward is planting Williams on his much-weakened back.

Jackson slowly rolls himself over onto his stomach, crawling away from Williams who is conscious but remaining motionless on his back. Greg inches closer and closer towards the ropes, grabbing a hold of the bottom cable with both of his hands. He winces in pain as he drags himself up to a seated position, leaning his back against the ropes to keep an eye on Jesse. Williams slowly begins picking himself up to his knees, which prompts Greg to continue to pull himself up using help from the ropes. Although a lot more fresh than Jesse, Greg keeps himself at at even pace with Jesse -- who chooses to use his own strength to push himself back up. Jackson grabs a hold of the top rope, but only pulls himself up to his right knee as Jesse is still only on his knees. Finally Williams begins pushing himself up, and Greg yanks himself up to his feet as well. The two men get to their feet, but are both unable to maintain their balance and nearly fall to the mat.

Greene - They were both so focused on going after one another they weren't thinking about themselves.

It takes a moment for the two to gain a sense of their surroundings. Once they do, Williams and Jackson spin around at the same time -- and both think the same thought. Greg thrusts his left foot forward at Jesse's face, while Williams swings his left foot towards the side of Jackson's head. Williams' roundhouse kick connects first, and changes the trajectory of Greg's superkick -- giving Jesse time to step out of the way. Jackson falls down to one knee, shaking his head from the kick as blood begins to roll down his face from previous wounds.

Falcoon - Jesse almost got caught there himself.

Greg is stunned while Jesse locks him in a front face lock, wrapping right arm around Jackson's neck. He throws Greg's right arm over his head, and hoists him up into a suplex position. He begins twisting Greg in midair, but Jackson is able to float over and land on his feet behind Jesse. He grabs Williams in a reverse waist lock, and immediately throws him over his head with a release German Suplex. Jesse over rotates, executing a backflip and landing on his feet -- while Greg picks himself back up to his feet with his back to Williams. Williams rushes up behind Greg, hooking him into a half-nelson in the middle of the ring. As he goes to wrap his arm around the waist of Greg, Jackson begins to thrust his hooked arm downward -- striking Jesse over and over on the right side of his face with blunt elbows. Greg is able to overpower Jesse, and twirls out of the hold as he spins around behind Williams. Once there, Jackson pulls his left leg back and he punts Jesse in the back of his right leg -- sending him down to the mat, and ending the exchange in Gregs favor.

Falcoon - Greg is really looking at all of Jesse's weaknesses.

Dunn - He should have been doing this from the start of the Series.

Greene - Regardless, I'd say Greg has an advantage based on health alone.

Dunn - Don't start counting out Jesse Williams.

Williams clutches his leg in a severe amount of pain, as Greg slowly walks away from him and into the nearest corner. Greg casually climbs up the ropes and up to the top rope. He glares back into the ring as Jesse painstakingly lifts himself up to his feet -- keeping most of his weight on his left foot. He slowly turns around while Greg pushes himself up from his crouched position. Greg leaps from the top rope, executing a flipping neckbreaker on Jesse -- with both men crashing down to the mat.

Dunn - The BlackJack!

Greene - Cover him Greg!

Falcoon - He has had too much taken out of him.

Both men lay flat on their backs, gasping for air. The fans are going crazy, and begin shaking the arena with their stomping and their chees. Greg slowly rolls his body over, laying his arm across the chest of the incapacitated Jesse Williams while the referee slides into place. He begins the count...1...2...kickout!

Greene - Greg finally pulled off his finisher, and he could only muster a two count out of it!

Dunn - Kept Jesse down in an earlier match.

Half of the fans in the arena are booing, with the rest cheering at the top of their lungs. Both men remain on the mat, with the referee checking on both of them. Greg rolls over onto his hands and knees and pounds the mat with a closed fist. He stands himself up, bleeding heavily with a look of determination across his face. He looks down at Williams, who has his head hung down towards the mat while he pushes himself up to a kneeling position. Every single fan keeps their eyes on Greg, who on adrenaline alone remains standing and looking down at Jesse.

Falcoon - Look at the intensity in Greg's eyes.

Jackson stumbles back towards the same corner, exiting through the ropes and stepping to the ring apron on the outside as Jesse rests on his knees. He walks up the corner, pulling himself into a crouched position on the top rope once more.

Falcoon - Greg is going for another one!

He keeps a hold of the top rope as Jesse pulls himself up from his knees. Once he stands straight up, Greg leaps off the top rope and flips forward towards him -- but Jesse turns around, and catches Greg atop his shoulder for a brief moment. He drops Jackson from the front powerslam position, right onto his shoulders and neck to the right of Jesse's legs as he sits out.

Dunn - Modified J-Dubz Driver!!

Both men lay strewn across the mat once again, with neither man moving except for their chests inflating and deflating while gasping for air. The fans remain split in who they are cheering for, watching the ring as the referee checks on both men. Williams rolls onto his stomach, using his tanktop to wipe the blood from his face. He starts to crawl towards Jackson, who rolls off of his back and onto his right side -- preventing a pin attempt. Jesse remains on all fours, as Greg keeps himself seated on his hip. Williams starts to get back up to his feet, as Jackson holds the back of his head and begins pushing himself up to his knees.

Falcoon - This is just too much for any man to bare, let alone two.

Greene - I think these guys deserve a vacation after this.

Both men get up to their feet, Williams just before Greg, with Greg throwing a short right hand at the face of Williams -- connecting with his jaw. Williams drops to his left knee, dazed for a moment as he blindly hooks his left hand at the face of Greg. He somehow connects right across the bridge of his nose, knocking Jackson down to his left knee. With both men on one knee, they begin to exchange strikes back and forth -- with Greg striking Jesse across the mouth with his left forearm, and Williams responding by bringing his right elbow directly into the left eye socket of Jackson. Seeing only out of his right eye, Greg nails a short jab with his right hand to Jesse's adam's apple. Williams coughs violently, trying to catch his breath, and this pause is enough to allow Greg to gain the upper hand with a right forearm this time -- connecting right across Jesse's left cheekbone.

Greene - Look at this, they won't let the other man fall.

Dunn - They just want to beat the hell out of one another.

Jackson looks to bring a second forearm across Jesse's face, but it is blocked by the left arm of Williams -- who fires back with a closed right fist to Greg's brow. Williams begins fighting up from his knees, with Greg standing as well -- trading shots right back. Both men are covered in each others blood, and with each strike they only deepen the cuts. Jackson is able to block one of Williams' elbow strikes, and shuffles his feet. Greg kicks his right leg up, connecting with the jaw of Jesse -- but Williams remains standing. Jackson turns around after the Superkick, and gets leveled with a huge Clothesline that sends Greg into a back flip before he crashes to the mat. Both men lay in the middle of the ring, bloodied and absolutely exhausted. The fans all remain on their feet, with a dueling chant of "Lets go Williams! Lets go Jackson!" starting up.

Falcoon - I have no idea where this is going.

On instinct alone, both men slowly roll away from one another and begin pushing themselves past their physical limits. They both struggle to keep themselves balanced and in the correct position as they both get to a kneeling position at about the same time. The fans keep their dueling chants going, which fuels both men to keep on. The two men stagger up to their feet and stumble towards one another. As they meet, Williams brings a sharp knee into the stomach of Greg, and hooks him in a front face lock. He tosses Greg's near arm over his head and motions up with his hand.

Falcoon - J-Dubz Driv--

Greg reverses the suplex position, hoisting Williams straight up into the air. Greg turns him and drives Jesse head and shoulders first into the canvas -- executing a Vertical Drop Emerald Frosion of his own.

Dunn - He stole Jesse's move!

Jackson's right arm lays across the chest of Williams as the referee slides in and makes the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, extending it to a deciding Seventh Match -- Greg Jackson!

Falcoon - I can't believe it.

Greene - Greg has came all the way back and pulled even with Jesse.

Dunn - He has momentum and health on his side now.

Greene - Now if he can just win one more match, he will pull off the upset of the century.

Falcoon - He already has three in a row tallied up. Why not make it four?

We cut backstage as Greg walks up the ramp with his arms in the air. There we see the team of El Plaga sitting in their locker room -- with their OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Titles laying behind them on the counter.

Vernon Somoza - What the hell is wrong with you??

Porta Prince - What are you talking about??

Vernon Somoza - HAT TRICK!?! What the hell are you thinking?? That shoulder isn't looking to well, and I don't think it's going to hold up all the way to the Christmas Tree Match.

Porta cringes as he reaches for his shoulder.

Porta Prince - Don't worry, I'll make it through the night. The tag match and the battle royal is over, all I have to worry about is that X-Mas Tree. I'll get that star from the top, earn my shot at Jesse Williams..

Vernon Somoza - Or Greg Jackson....

Porta Prince - Whatever.....the OWF Champion, then I'll lay low for a couple of weeks, let myself heel, and I'll be ready for Clash of Champions.

Somoza shakes his head with disapproval at Porta's idea.

Vernon Somoza - Looks like you got it under control. I hope you can handle Porta, I'm rootin' for ya.

Porta Prince - Don't worry Somoza, I'm gonna be just fin-- Yo, did you bust ass?

Vernon Somoza - What?

Porta Prince - You smell that? Smells like something died in here!

Vernon Somoza - It's coming from the bathroom.

Porta Prince - You go, I have to get ready for the Main Event

Somoza walks into the bathroom, pushing open the stalls and immediately becoming repulsed. On the door is a note that says "Happy New Year" signed by the New Blood.

Vernon Somoza - Disgusting.

The feed cuts back to the announcers booth, as all three men are staring directly into the camera.

Dunn - Well atleast Porta isn't at one hundred percent.

Greene - You think Somoza won't interject himself?

Falcoon - I'd say that is almost guaranteed.

Dunn - And New Blood may have lost the war, but atleast they got the last word in.

Greene - By leaving a mess in their toilets?

Dunn - Best way to go about business.

The feed suddenly cuts to the entrance way -- as Drake Munday's theme hits and Drake comes down to the ring with a mic in hand.

Dunn - And I guess we're going to get to hear Drake's thoughts on the subject.

The crowd give a mixed reaction, unsure whether to cheer or boo the superstar, he is waving an OWF Flag, which causes some cheers in the audience.

Drake Munday - Merry Christmas OWF! Hope the past couple of matches haven't caused you to puke your vital organs out.

The crowd keep a mixed reaction.

Drake Munday - First things first, yes I lost, and the OWF Supercagafrastalisticexpialadocious championship won't be debuing this week.

The fans breath a sigh of relief.

Drake Munday - And Akira Kanemura lost my title to the invading NLW.

The crowd break out in seperate chants for Kanemura.

Drake Munday - Which basically means we're screwed. The NLW took another one of our titles, and we're screwed. They've got the PDA, Blood, Tears, and next they take our network belt!!!? If I was still champion, we wouldn't be in this mess.

The crowd start booing and Drake waits until they quite down.

Drake Munday - But yes, yes, I did lose, and OWF is going to fall into Oblivion because of it, now OWF existed before me, it wasn't nearly as good, but it existed before me. And, no doubt, it'll exist after me, because Drake Munday jr. will be in this company by now.

The crowd begin cheering for one of their favourite young stars.

Drake Munday - But, really. After tonight OWF could have lost all of it's belts. The Lilyass in the battle royal, the blood and tears with New Blood fucking up, the PDA if Raven Talon fails again, the network since Akira froze, and the world, in a christmas tree match. Following that, the demise of the company.

The crowd murmur as they realise that this is possible.

Drake Munday - So, OWFite? OWFshite!

Dunn - Good one.

Drake Munday - The Outsider Wrestling Federation has mistreated me since I got here, I am a star and deserve to be treated fairly.

The crowd boo him, and chants of OWF break out.

Drake Munday - OWF? As El Plaga would say, they're nothing but filthy surgeons, I don't like El Plaga, but, they've been through as much as me. So, doing what they did...

The crowd lean forward in expectation.

Drake Munday - I officially resign from OWF, it's easy to find work elsewhere, I'm sure NLW would pay millions to sign me, I'm sure PWC would pay trillions to sign me, I could go anywhere, and be twice as successful as I was here! Because the owner of the company will give me a chance!

The crowd begin booing like it's their job, and the chants of OWF get louder.

Drake Munday - Shut up!

The crowd gets louder, and Drake can't take it anymore, and he storms out of the ring and down the ramp as garbage hits him from the fans. Once Drake disappears backstage, the feed cuts back to ringside and a shot of the announcers booth.

Falcoon - So a few months back, Munday was begging for a job..

Greene - And now he quits.

Dunn - You two are so smart.

Falcoon - Obviously Munday isn't happy.

Dunn - He'll be back. Nobody is going to offer him big money.

Greene - Sullivan may, just to take another OWF Superstar.

Missy Janson stands up from her steel chair and pulls a microphone off the table she sits at. The cameras follow her as she walks towards the ring steps.

Falcoon - Although the OWF looked stronger at Collision Course, it's not looking very bright now.

Dunn - I agree.

Greene - We're lucky The Phoenix has no gripes with the OWF.

Dunn - He's still NLW.

Missy steps onto the ring apron and into the ring, heading for the absolute center -- turning towards the live feed as she waits for the crowd to quiet down.

Falcoon - Well, he's in action now. So let's send it to Missy.

Missy Janson - It is time for the next matchup. It is scheduled for a one fall under PDA Rules -- and it is for the OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship!

The fans stand to their feet, raising their voices in anticipation of the match. Missy awaits them to quiet down before she continues.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the challenger... From Atlanta, Georgia... Raven Talon!

"Falling Away From me" by Korn plays as the crowd reacts to him as he stand up from back in the crowd. He then walks through the crowd Their is a mixed response as he stands looking over the ring barrier for a split second before hopping the rail. As he steps forward he is followed by Mikey "The Shark" Austin who has with him his "M-TV" camera in hand. Raven Talon then steps out looking at the site of the crowd that was once Wrestlings Fanbase and is now what is just considered Wrestling Fans. He nods his head as you notice his video package showing highlights of his previous Hardcore happenings in matter out of the ring since he can not air other federations clips. He heads down to the ring and inside as he then heads over and waits in the corner for his opponent.

Falcoon - This is Talon's shot to get his hands back on the PDA Title.

Dunn - It won't be an easy task.

Greene - Not with The Phoenix as champion. He could end up holding that title for a very long time.

Falcoon - And still I can't tell if that's a good or bad thing.

Mikey is wandering around the ring apron as they get set for action. Missy lifts the microphone back to her mouth and continues with her announcements.

Missy Janson - And his opponent... From the End of Nowhere, weighing in at 365 pounds... He is the current OWF Public Display of Aggression Champion... The Phoenix!

The initial four chords of "The Instinct" hit, sounding a bit darker than normal before fading into the opening of Linkin Park's "Numb." From the entrance to the locker rooms, The Phoenix strides forth, his face decidedly blank as the first verse hits.

Tired of being what you want me to be.
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Don't know what you're expecting of me,
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes....

There is no pyro or any other special effects as he walks to the ring steps, the music fading into silence as he bows his head, eyes closing for a brief moment -- with the OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship strapped around his waist. His right arm crosses his body, touching the black armband encircling his left arm with the initials "EA" written in bold white lettering. Then, with a shout of "for the fallen!" directed at the ceiling, he finishes his ascent and climbs into the ring, ready for war. He unhooks the belt from around his waist and hands the PDA Title to the referee, who holds it high for all to see -- before handing it off to Missy on her way out of the ring.

Falcoon - Raven Talon is a man who has never taken a side.

Dunn - So we'd actually be closer to having a champion that represents the OWF if The Phoenix retains?

Greene - Seems like it.

Dunn - It's just not right that they hold every championship besides the World.

The referee calls for the bell, as the fans explode upon it sounding.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Raven Talon runs across the ring, charging directly at The Phoenix -- who side steps out of his corner, forcing Talon to crash chest first into the turnbuckle. As he staggers backwards towards the middle of the ring, Phoenix lays a vicious soccer kick to the back of his right thigh -- sending him flopping down to his back. Talon is able to roll back up to his feet, and steps right into a collar and elbow tie up with The Phoenix. The two men struggle for position, before The Phoenix pushes Raven back up against the ropes. Talon pushes himself off of the ropes and turns The Phoenix towards them -- pushing his back against them now. He quickly overpowers Talon, and regains control by now forcing Raven Talon back-first into the turnbuckle. The Phoenix keeps constant pressure on Talon, keeping him in his grasp in the corner. The Phoenix lays a knee strike into the right thigh of Raven before he whips him across the ring -- sending Talon charging towards the opposite corner. Once he releases Raven Talon from the irish whip, The Phoenix sets off running behind him. Raven Talon turns, crashing back first into the corner -- with The Phoenix executing a running clothesline in the corner.

Dunn - The Phoenix is taking it right to Talon.

Greene - You have to assume he wants to finish this quickly to keep himself fresh for the Christmas Tree Match.

Falcoon - He's not going to get much of a break, either.

Dunn - He'll have the twenty minutes or so it'll take to set up the tree.

The Phoenix steps back out, allowing Raven Talon to stumble out of the corner. He walks right towards The Phoenix, who hooks his head under the arm of Talon -- and lifts him over his body, executing a flawless Exploder Suplex right onto the back of his head. While Talon lays on the mat, The Phoenix remains seated next to him and slowly pushes himself back up to his feet. Raven, on instinct alone, begins rolling away from The Phoenix and slides out of the ring -- falling down to a knee on the concrete. The Phoenix immediately pursues him, walking towards the same side of the ring.

Greene - Raven is looking for a breather.

Falcoon - And The Phoenix is going to remind him there are no time outs.

The Phoenix sticks his head through the ropes, but pays for it as Raven Talon hops up -- wielding a chair he has pulled from under the ring. He cracks it across the forehead of The Phoenix, sending him tumbling into a reverse somersault into the ring. Raven cautiously slides into the ring and positions himself behind The Phoenix, who struggles to get back to his feet. Talon keeps a hold of the steel chair as he watches every movement his opponent makes. Eventually, The Phoenix regains his senses and makes his way back to his feet. He slowly turns around, to see the chair being thrown at him by Raven. The Phoenix is able to catch it, which falls in line with Raven Talon's plan as he runs at his adversary. Talon leaps into the air, looking to dropkick the chair into The Phoenix's face -- but he moves out of the way, while swinging the chair as hard as he can. Not only does Raven Talon miss his target, but he gets cracked across his right knee which only further weakens his leg. Talon crashes to the mat after the complete failure of a dropkick, clutching his knee while the Phoenix drops the chair down to the canvas.

Greene - The Phoenix just ditched the chair.

Dunn - He should have just pummeled Talon with it.

The Phoenix grabs a hold of Talon's right arm, dragging him up to his unsteady feet. Once there, The Phoenix attempts an arm bar takedown, but Talon shrugs him off and sends The Phoenix crashing to the mat. Raven tumbles up against the ropes, trying to catch his breath while pulling his long hair out of his sweaty face. The Phoenix immediately rolls himself up to his feet, looking directly at his opponent.

Dunn - Talon got lucky there.

Falcoon - That was the precursor to the Blaze of Glory.

Talon remains against the ropes, with The Phoenix taking off into a firm sprint directly at him. At the last moment, Raven bends over and looks to back body drop The Phoenix over the top -- but somehow he is able to stop himself. He tucks the head of the doubled over Raven Talon between his legs, and immediately lifts him up onto his shoulders -- before dropping him over the top rope, directly to the concrete floor, with a massive Powerbomb.

Greene - HOLY crap.

The fans are livid, and can't control their cheers as The Phoenix stares over the ropes down at his opponent. Talon remains motionless on his back, and The Phoenix moves through the ropes and approaches his fallen adversary.

Falcoon - Talon isn't in any shape to continue.

The Phoenix drags his limp opponent up onto the ring apron and rolls him into the ring. He follows him in, picking himself up to his feet and immediately grabbing the right leg of Raven Talon. The Phoenix clutches his foot with his right hand, while bending forward and grabbing a fist full of Talon's hair with his left hand. He hauls Talon up to his left foot, keeping his right leg fully extending. In one motion, The Phoenix swings around and twists the leg of Talon at a rapid pace -- nailing a Dragon Screw Leg Whip which only furthers the damage on Talon's leg.

Dunn - He's systematically taking him apart.

Greene - If Talon thought this would be quick and painless, he was wrong.

Immediately, The Phoenix hops up to his feet and bends back down to the mat. He grabs a hold of Talon around his right forearm, and begins lifting him off of the mat. He is completely dead weight, forcing The Phoenix to use his left arm to help pick Talon up to his feet. Once Talon is back under his own power, The Phoenix releases the grasp of his left hand. He keeps the hold of Talon's right arm and executes a textbook armbar takedown, moving down to the legs of Raven as they hit the mat -- and locking in a grapevined Ankle Lock on the right leg of Talon. He immediately taps out, unable to continue as the referee calls for the bell.

Falcoon - That's it.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and STILL OWF Public Display of Aggression Champion... THE PHOENIIIIIX!

Greene - He beat him with ease.

Missy brings the PDA belt to the ring, and The Phoenix grabs it -- also asking for her microphone. She obliges, with the Phoenix returning to the center of the ring and glancing down at Raven Talon. The fans quiet down once The Phoenix begins to speak.

The Phoenix - By the way... Quote the Raven, "Nevermore".

The Phoenix hands the microphone back to Missy, and keeps staring at Talon who rolls out of the ring in front of the announcers booth. From the entrance way, the ring technicians begin to bring down the main components for the Christmas Tree Match on their steel carts. All of the steel platforms are brought to ringside, and off in the distance of the crowd the Christmas Tree is hauled towards the entrance ramp. The Phoenix exits the ring, raising his arms into the air.

Dunn - The Phoenix is on some streak here.

The Phoenix keeps his eyes on Raven who disappears through the crowd, as he backpeddles up the ramp.

Falcoon - That's for--

Greene - What the hell!

From the entrance way, Josh Allen, Skye Ricardo and Jordan Brock run out to a chorus of boo's. The Phoenix remains unaware of their presence, until Brock decks him from behind with a roaring elbow right at the mouth of the ramp. The Phoenix falls to the concrete floor, with all three men standing over him and laying boot after boot into him.

Dunn - Fuck The Fans is here. And they're after The Phoenix!

The fans are booing heavily as FTF continues to beat The Phoenix up the ramp. The ring technicians continue on working, as they begin clearing out the fans from the crowd near the entrance ramp as the Tree, held up by a crane, is lifted into the air. The feed cuts backstage, locked on a monitor which is telecasting the FTF attack on The Phoenix. The camera zooms out as President Chase Johnson stares at the television blankly.

Falcoon - What the hell..

Dunn - Don't tell me our own President has turned on us.

The fans can be heard booing, as CJ looks back over his shoulder -- looking off screen.

Prez CJ - You know what to do.

The camera pans to where CJ has his eyes locked, where we see a beaten and brusied X-Terminator standing holding a steel chair. He nods and runs out of the office, as the feed cuts back to the stage -- as the fight is now at the mouth of the entrance way.

Greene - What the hell is going on?

Falcoon - I'm not sure, but I know The Phoenix is getting his ass handed to him.

The Phoenix is on the verge of losing consciousness, while in the distance the cameras pick up the Christmas Tree being positioned directly in the center of the ring -- with it being locked into place, and tied down with steel cables. Just then, X-Terminator charges through the curtains and immediately decks Skye Ricardo with a huge chair shot.

Dunn - X-T is here!

Falcoon - And he's helping The Phoenix!

Josh Allen sees this and runs backstage, avoiding X-T while Jordan Brock engages him. He looks for a right hook, but X-T ducks the strike -- and decks Jordan with a huge chairshot as well. The fans are going nuts as X-Terminator looks down at the two members of Fuck The Fans, and then down at The Phoenix. The two men stare at each other as The Phoenix slowly begins picking himself up.

Greene - Uh oh.

X-T nods and walks backstage, leaving The Phoenix on the ramp. The first steel platform is being attached to the tree at this point, and The Phoenix finally returns backstage with Jordan Brock and Skye Ricardo just starting to come to.

Falcoon - I'd love to know what this is all about.

Dunn - I guess CJ is trying to protect The Phoenix.

Greene - Or did he set up the attack so X-T could go after Allen, while Phoenix was getting beaten on.

Dunn - Why would he do that?

Greene - Keep the title shot in the Christmas Tree Match away from an NLW guy.

Falcoon - Oh, I never thought of that.

The feed cuts to a shot of the Christmas Tree, as the first steel platform at the ten foot level is half-way finished to being attached to the tree. The other half of the lower level platform is hoisted up, and is bolted to the tree -- as the technicians keep a steady pace.

Dunn - That thing is devastating.

Greene - I remember last years match.

Falcoon - That was an instant classic.

Dunn - And after this quick break, we're bound for another one.

LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW, SUNDAY JANUARY 25TH, 2008
FROM THE ALOHA STADIUM IN HONOLULU, HAWAII!

FEATURING

OWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP

Champion (c) Vs Christmas Tree Match Winner

PLUS EVERY OTHER CHAMPIONSHIP ON THE LINE!

We cut back to the arena, and a shot of the fully set up Christmas Tree. It is set up in the middle of the ring, set into a steel slot built into the canvas of the ring. The trunk is held in place by steel cables, which are attached to all four turnbuckles -- and are wound tight so the tree won't move in any direction. The two steel platforms are perfectly level at their respective ten and twenty feet marks. The camera gets a look of the branches as the final touches are being added, which includes a few bulbs, lights and garland -- along with the prize, the golden star a top the twenty-five foot tree. The steel carts which carried all of the platforms are wheeled back up the ramp, as the crane is pulled back behind the ramp -- and the General Admission seats and returned to their normal positions.

Falcoon - Welcome back folks, and as you can see we are ready to go with the first of two Main Events.

Dunn - Poor ring techs having to work so fast to get this thing up and down.

Greene - Well Williams and Jackson deserve the headlining spot.

Dunn - It's just going to be hard to follow this match.

Falcoon - I agree with James.

All the ring technicians make their way off of the tree, and begin to head up the ramp. Meanwhile, three referees make their way down the ramp. They pass each other, with the ring technicians disappearing backstage and the referees making their way into the ring. Using rope ladders, they all climb up to the first platform -- and detach that ladder they just climbed, tossing it down to the concrete floor where Missy picks it up. Two referees remain on the ten foot platform, while a single referee climbs up another rope ladder to the twenty foot platform. He unhooks the rope ladder, and lets it drop to the first platform -- where one of the referee's tosses it down to the floor, near where Missy is standing so she can retreive it.

Greene - I can't wait any longer!

Falcoon - I don't think you have to.

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