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In the backstage area, we find Greg Jackson in casual attire, eating a bean and cheese burrito. The crowds cheers loudly upon seeing him, but those cheers turn into jeers when Jesse Williams pops up behind him. Jesse Williams - Hello Greg. Greg turns around and, surprisingly, seems happy to see Jesse. Greg Jackson - Hey. How’s life running the show? Jesse Williams - So far, so good, but it’s still early. Greg Jackson - No doubt. And hey, thanks for the night off! I was starting to think you were a complete asshole… but I guess not. Jesse Williams - Mmmmmmhmmmmm… Jesse pulls out a small newspaper from his back pocket and stares at it. Jesse Williams - You know, I was reading the Los Angeles Times a few weeks back… Greg Jackson - Solid newspaper. Jesse Williams - Indeed. There was an interesting interview with you that I read, actually. Greg Jackson - Oh… really? Yeah… Jesse Williams - Yeah, I got it right here. At one point, you said, and I quote… “The next time I see Jesse Williams, I’m gonna superkick his face off, then shit on his chest. Fuck Jesse Williams. FUCK HIM! I hope he gets anal cancer, gets sent to jail, and then gets his anal cancer raped. Fuck Jesse Williams, I hope he dies in a tornado.” Greg Jackson - … Jesse Williams - … Greg Jackson - I didn’t say that. Jesse Williams - Oh really. Greg Jackson - No, and I hardly believe the LA Times printed those obscenities. Jesse Williams - You don’t have the night off. Greg Jackson - Excuse me? Jesse Williams - No, you have your work cut out for you tonight, Mr. Jackson. Greg Jackson - I can’t wrestle tonight! I didn’t bring my gear, and this burrito is giving me heart burn! Jesse Williams - Doesn’t matter. I think you’ll fare pretty well though, given your opponent’s style. You’ve fared well before, after all… Do you remember your battle with The Ape? Greg Jackson - I beat the FUCK outta that monkey! Jesse Williams - It was a gorilla. Greg Jackson - Wait… he’s not BACK is he?! Jesse Williams - Oh goodness no! Greg Jackson - Thank baby Jesus… Jesse Williams - No, I have something much better in store for you. It’s an animal gauntlet match, in fact. Greg Jackson - … Jesse Williams - First you’ll fight a lion… Greg Jackson - !!! Jesse Williams - Then, if you get past that, you’ll have to fight a tiger… Greg Jackson - !!!!!!!!! Jesse Williams - And finally, a bear. Greg Jackson - OH MY! Jesse Williams - Precisely. Greg Jackson - I’ll never agree to this. Jesse Williams - If you don’t, you’re fired. Greg Jackson - You don’t have that authority! Jesse Williams - Today I do. Besides, it’s in your contract. If you flake out of any of your matches, we can fire you. Greg Jackson - Really? I gotta fuckin’ fire my agent… Jesse Williams - I’d watch out, if I were you. The tiger was just the most PLAYFUL thing you’ve ever seen! Greg Jackson - OOOOH sounds nice! Jesse Williams - But it’s been trained to attack you on sight. And it’s loose in the backstage area. Greg Jackson - I hope you die in a tornado. Jesse Williams - One last thing… Jesse reaches into his pocket and attaches a lapel microphone to Greg’s collar. Jesse Williams - You have to keep this on. I wanna hear your screams in the ring. The Tiger will be Falls Count Anywhere. The Bear will be Hell in a Cell. The Lion will just be under normal rules… but it’s on now. Greg Jackson - …Now? Jesse Williams - Right now. Greg Jackson - This is cause I beat you three times, isn’t it. Jesse Williams - Sorry, I have to go. I think I hear my World Title calling me. It wants to me to hold it tightly when I watch your match. Alright? See ya out there. Jesse smirks as he walks away. Greg takes one more bite of his burrito and scowls in Jesse’s direction as the cameras follow Jesse. He rounds the corner and Jesse turns just to see Trent Steel clothesline him. Trent looks down as he puts hit foot down on Jesse's throat. Trent Steel - HI! ENJOYING YOUR NIGHT!! Jesse tries to knock Trent's legs out but Trent legdrops him on the neck. Trent picks up Jesse and throws him head and shoulder first into one of the concrete walls in the hallway. Trent Steel - You know. It's funny. All I really wanted to do was come over here and commend you on a good looking card...a very good looking card...not a smart card. But I also wanted to give you a present. Jesse starts to come around as Trent pulls out a ziplock bag from his coat. We can't see what it is but he opens it and...slams it into Jesse's face. It's Dog Shit! Trent grabs Jesse and starts rubbing his face in it. Then he picks up Jesse and bodyslams him on it. Trent Steel - EAT SHIT AND DIE FUCKER!!! You...are on thin ice. You fuck with my business again like you did with the PDA title. CJ...Specter...it don't matter...I'll fucking kill you. You may be the world champion. Jesse starts to get up as Trent toe kicks him in the neck. Trent Steel - BUT IT'S MY FEDERATION!!! We cut to the Addiction Introduction, with Steel walking away from the beaten Jesse Williams.
A video package flickers on across the screen, showing the new breed of the OWF. Press on these tannins Of course the law is fountains The video shows highlights of the past year in the OWF, dating up to the latest events at Quest For The Best, and recent Addictions. You're right, I get it Do you want enough? As the vocals fade out, the logo of the OWF is fixated on the screen before fading out to black.
PA System - Diamonds are forever... The cameras open up inside of the Providence Civic Center, as all of the fans jump to their feet. Dunn - I can't believe this shit is starting the show. Falcoon - Speaking of shit, Williams was covered in it. Dunn - Trent is mentally deranged. He needs to be committed. Kissens - Or go on a stand-up comedy tour, y'all. "Diamonds from Sierra Leone" by Kanye West begins to play softly as gold sparks begin to shimmer down at the entry way to open Monday Addiction. They won't leave in the night, The song continues to play as still images of a wrestler with blue tint on the screen play. "BlackJack" flashes between each shot. Foooooorrrrrrreeeeeeeevvvvvvvverrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... Falcoon - But seriously, forget about it starting the show, I can't believe it's happening at all. Dunn - Greg's a dead man for ruining our intro. Kissens - And Steel for taking a big dump on it! Falcoon - Good one! 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 looks worried as he continues down to the ring, ignoring the outstretched hands along the way. When he gets to the ring, he climbs up the steel ring steps then pulls himself through the ropes and into the ring. Greg walks over to the turnbuckle leans his back up against it, preparing for the match. Kissens - No Greggy! Dunn - Ten bucks says he doesn’t get past The Lion. Just, then, and animal trainer comes out with a full grown, adult male lion on a leash. Falcoon - Uhhhhhhh I’m not betting against that. Greg Jackson - That’s a big fuckin’ lion! Dunn - Remember everyone, Greg Jackson has been mic’d for this entire Animal Gauntlet. Falcoon - Fittingly named, a “Lions, Tigers, and Bears, OH MY match.” Kissens - No Greggy! The trainer lets The Lion off the leash and the trainer walks up the stair on to the ring apron. He sits on the ring ropes to make a bigger way of entry, and in one leap, The Lion jumps through the ropes and into the ring. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The Lion roars loudly. Greg Jackson - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! The Lion stalks Greg around the ring, licking his lips as he looks at Greg like it would a gazelle. Soon, Greg is backed up into a corner with nowhere to go, except out of the ring or up the ropes. Greg chooses to go up. The Lion stands on its hind legs and puts its front paws on the ropes as it growls at Greg. Falcoon - I think this is it for Greg. Dunn - I’ll be honest, I never thought this was how he was gonna die. Falcoon - How did you figure it’d happen? Dunn - I always had Greg pegged as one of those “accidental plastic bag suffocation” type of guys. Greg Jackson - Someone! HELP! As if on cue, The Avenger runs out from the back to the approval of the fans! Kissens - The Avenger’s come to help, y’all! The Avenger jumps up to the apron and climbs up to the top rope. The Lion sees this coming all the way. Greg Jackson - Yes! The Avenger will save me! The Avenger flies off the top rope in cross body type fashion. The Lion leaps and catches The Avenger in mid-air with a paw to the face that sends the Avenger to the mat, and rolling out of the ring. He is unconscious as the Lion leaps over the top rope to outside. Greg Jackson - Holy SHIT! I think he killed The Avenger! Falcoon - … Kissens - … Dunn - … Referee - … Fans - … Greg Jackson - … REF! COUNT OUT THE LION! 1... 2... 3... The Lion begins to drag The Avenger by his leg with his jaw. 4... 5... 6... The trainer comes over to get the Lion off Avenger. 7... 8... 9... The Avenger gives a thumbs up, getting some applause from the crowd. Dunn - He’s okay! 10! Greg Jackson - I win! Kissens - YAY GREGGY! Missy Janson - The winner of the first fall of the gauntlet match, by count-out... Greg Jackson! Missy announces the result as she remains seated at the ring announcers table. Greg has no time to celebrate, however, as The Tiger bolts out from the back. With Greg Jackson firmly in his sights, it darts straight towards the ring! Greg Jackson - JESUS CHRIST! Kissens - RUN GREGGY RUN! Greg does just that! As The Tiger jumps into the rings, Greg rolls out of the ring and takes off running up the ramp. The Tiger needs a few seconds to find his way out of the ring, but when it figures it out, it chases right after Greg, who is moving faster than he’s ever moved before! They disappear behind the curtain. Falcoon - I shoulda taken you on that bet. Dunn - You had your chance. The feed cuts to the announcers booth, where the commentators notice they are on live. Falcoon - AAAAAHHHOOOOOO! Kissens - Just had to get that in, didn't you? Falcoon - I'm excited. I couldn't help myself. Kissens - I'm excited as well, y'all. Dunn - Why are you excited? You could possibly see Specter step down from power and lose to Jesse in the same night. And you could see Greg killed by animals. Falcoon - While I am objective, I can tell you I doubt that will happen. Kissens - The first thing, the second thing or the third Greggy thing? Falcoon - Uhhh. I don't know. What I do know is that we have a five match card booked tonight by our World Champion. Dunn - ... Who is awesome! Kissens - And covered in fecal matter! James grills Jackie. Falcoon - Hahaha, nevertheless, he did book a stellar card where we will see all four championships on the line! Kissens - And Greggy's life in that animal gauntlet match! Dunn - I really hope those "animals" are animitronic robots or something -- cause if not, thats pretty messed up on Jesse's part. Kissens - It'd be pretty shitty of him, indeed. Dunn - God, you're a bitch. Falcoon - And you showed you have a bit of a conscience. Dunn - No, he knows how much I like the Zoo -- you think he'd let me in on his hook up for exotic animals. As James rounds out his words, Missy Janson pulls herself up from the steel chair and pulls her microphone into the palm of her right hand. She steps off towards the ring with the camera following her every move as she heads to the nearest set of steel ring steps. Falcoon - Well, we're about to get started so we'll have to worry about the animals at a later time. Dunn - What's up first? Kissens - Kanemura and Avenger. Dunn - Damn. Wake me when it's over. She ascends them with ease and makes her way onto the ring apron for a moment, before bounding through the top and middle ropes and into the ring. The fans applaud Missy and stand to their feet in anticipation of the card getting starterd. Falcoon - James, get your head off the table. Dunn - I told you, wake me when it's done. Kissens - Be a professional. Dunn - Professional is my middle name. Missy positions herself in the middle of the ring and lifts the microphone up to her mouth. Missy Janson - Hello Rhode Island and Welcome to OWF Monday Addiction!! The fans who weren't already standing are now joining their peers, with the crowd cheering at the top of their lungs. Missy Janson - It is time for the first match of the evening, and it is scheduled for a one-fall with a thirty minute time limit. Missy pauses as the crowd quiets down a bit. Missy Janson - On his way to the ring first, from Sakurai, Nara, Japan... Akira Kanemura! PA System - If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son...I got 99 Problems and Bitch ain't one!! "99 Problems" by Jay-Z hits the speakers, which will always send the fans to their feet. Slowly through the curtains, Akira Kanemura appears with a stern look upon his face. The fans remain mostly emotionless as the newcomer to both the OWF and the USA trots down the ramp. Upon his face is a wide smirk, taking in all of his surroundings. He slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, quickly pacing towards his corner. He leans his back up against the turnbuckle and removes his dogtag chain, laying it on the mat. His music begins to fade, so Akira begins to stretch his legs out to prepare for his match. Dunn - I really don't know why this guy is still employed. Kissens - International press, y'all. Missy lifts the microphone up to her lips and begins to speak. Missy Janson - And his opponent, from The Hall of Justice... The Avenger! Over the PA, a voice is heard: PA System - Courtesy of your Friendly Neighborhood Avenger! "Courage" by Alien Ant Farm comes over the speakers and The Avenger leaps out on the stage, making heroic poses. As he moves down the ramp, he shakes hands, kisses babies, and signs autographs. He stands at the ring, makes sure his cape is attached and then leaps up onto the apron, before climbing up the turnbuckle and doing yet another heroic pose. Falcoon - Good to see The Avenger back after getting decimated by JC. Kissens - And mauled by a lion. Dunn - I guess he may be a hero. Kissens - Maybe. Dunn - Or a moron. I don't know. The Avenger hops down into the ring and locks eyes with Akira as his music fades out. Missy quickly exits the ring and the referee calls for the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The two competitors head out of their corners and walk straight towards the center of the ring -- meeting up and keeping themselves at a slight distance from one another. Only a second passes with the two men staring at each other, then end up breaking out into a series of trading blows. The Avenger's shots find their mark more often than Akira's -- actually backing Kanemura all the way across the ring and into his corner. He ties up with him there, but the referee steps in to break apart the two men. The Avenger obliges and gives a clean break from Akira, who starts to get frustrated as he remains hung up in the corner. At full speed Akira darts out of the corner and heads at The Avenger who has backpeddled to the center of the ring. Right before contact with a clothesline, The Avenger ducks out of the way and hits the mat, locking his calves around the ankles of Akira Kanemura -- and brings him down to the canvas with a drop toe hold. The second that Akira's face hits the mat, The Avenger floats over the back of his opponent and wraps his arm around Akira's neck. The Avenger wrenches his side head lock tight with his left arm -- keeping Kanemura upon his stomach with the referee checking on his condition. He holds Akira there, with Kanemura kicking his legs violently trying to do his best to free himself. A few tenous moments pass, then Akira pulls hisknees up towards his chest and begins pushing himself off of the mat. The headlock remains applied as Akira pushes himself and The Avenger back to their feet. A sharp elbow to Avenger's gut forces him to release the hold, and Akira finally breaks free. Dunn - Two men of very similar size, with very similar careers... Falcoon - Okay. I'll bite. Dunn - Considering they are both bitchboys of JC. Kissens - Thanks for that cunning insight. Dunn - Anytime. The moment he does, Akira nails a sharp shin kick to theback of The Avenger's right thigh -- causing him to stumble forward. As he tripsand takes a step, he walks right into a swinging kick from Kanemura's left leg as he whips it across his chest. The impact staggers The Avenger backwards, while Akira turns and dashes towards the ropes opposite his opponent. Akira turns and bounces off of them back-first, and sprints off at The Avenger who is still reeling from the blunt kicks just moments ago. Just a second before Akira reaches The Avenger -- he ducks Akira's clothesline attempt, then stands himself right back up to his feet. As The Avenger returns to a standing position, Kanemura stops himself short of hitting the opposite set of ropes and casually turns himself around. As he does so he is met with both boots of The Avenger, nailing him right in the chest with a dropkick that knocks him flat to his back. The Avenger pushes himself up immediately and waits for Akira to stagger back up to his feet. The moment he does, The Avenger leaps into the air and nails a second dropkick that lays Kanemura out once again. Just a second after hitting the mat, The Avenger ups himself right back up and waits for Akira -- who takes a bit longer to return to his feet. Falcoon - For a multi-time Champion, Akira really seems to have lost it. Dunn - He only won like three matches ever, so it's hard to say if he ever had "it". Kissens - He carried Freedom Kid to the Tag Titles. Dunn - On that contrary, as FK and AK both carried each other. Falcoon - How does that work? Dunn - Very well when performed correctly. When he finally does, he stumbles forward towards his oppoent, and walks right into a deep arm drag as The Avenger whips Akira Kanemura down to the canvas by his right arm. Instead of locking Akira in an arm bar, The Avenger releases his grip on Kanemura's right arm and allows his opponent to slide along the mat. The arm drag keeps Akira on his back while The Avenger quickly picks himself back up. He walks over to Akira and lays over his chest in a lateral press -- with the referee sliding in to make the count. 1... 2... Akira kicks his right leg over the nearby bottom rope, breaking the count. Falcoon - That was complete luck. Kissens - I think Akira would have been done if he didn't have the ropes there for him. The Avenger gets up to his feet and begins leading Akira up to his as well. Once both are standing, The Avenger irish whips Akira as hard as he can towards the nearest turnbuckle -- which he crashes into chest first. He hits with such force that he backpeddles out of the corner and towards the middle of the ring -- while The Avenger breaks into a sprint, and rushes right past him. He leaps up to the top rope in one single bound, then leaps from there while spinning himself around. He nails an unsuspecting Akira with a cross body block that takes him down to the mat. Dunn - The Caped Crusade! Kissens - And he has Akira in the middle of the ring! The referee dives in and makes the count. 1... 2... 3! Missy Janson - The winner of this bout... The Avenger!! Falcoon - Nice victory there by The Avenger. Dunn - Over a guy on his way out of the federation. The Avenger has his hand raised by the referee, with the fans giving him a nice ovation. Kissens - Maybe he can build on this by getting a bit of confidence. Dunn - Maybe, but he could also take it for what it is. Falcoon - A win is a win in this federation. Dunn - Nobody knows that like me. I've had like three. With Falcoon and Dunn's insight, the camera cuts away from the ring and is sent to the back. There, Greg Jackson is seen sneaking around the concession area of the arena. He’s looking for places to hide, when suddenly he comes across a merchandise stand that distracts him. A skinny Hispanic man is behind the desk. Greg Jackson - Hey man, how’s my merch sellin’? Merchant - Pretty good homes. Greg Jackson - Cool, what kinda shit are they selling for me? Merchant - Well the two most popular have to be the “BlackJacks are Back” T-shirt… Greg Jackson - Of course. Merchant - And especially the “No Shame in Finishing Second” hoody. Greg Jackson - Mother fuckers… You got a lot of shit here though. Some of these guys aren’t even in OWF anymore. Shyne bling, Hang Ten doo rags, Aphrodisia tampons… why you selling this stuff? Merchant - Ordered too many, it’s gotta go. Sell it at a discount. Greg Jackson - I see. Further down the large walkway, we hear a load roar! Greg Jackson - SHIT! I gotta run! Greg’s about to take off again, but he quickly stops himself. Greg Jackson - On second thought, I think I’ll make a purchase… The feed cuts away from backstage, and focuses in on the commentary team behind the announcers table. Around the table we can see that various ladders have been placed around the ring in antipation of the PDA Title Match. Kissens - That kooky Greggy! Always trying to find a good buy! Dunn - I doubt being a bargain shopper is going to help him avoid getting annihilated. Falcoon - Unless he can buy an invincibility cloak. Dunn - What the fuck is this? OWF Dungeons and Dragons show? Falcoon - No... Dunn - That's right -- no, it's not. Next to the announcers table, Missy Janson stands up from the time keepers table with a microphone in her right hand. She steps over a few ladders on her way to the ring, with her eyes set on the steel ring steps. Kissens - Thank god for that, or else we may be facing a level five mage spell match instead of the Hazardous Ladder match. Dunn - NERD! Kissens - What, y'all! Greg and I have a good game of D&D going. Dunn - Can we focus on the card, please? Falcoon - Well, you brought it up. She skips up to the bottom step, then slowly climbs the rest of the way up to the ring apron. She steps onto it only for a moment before bounding herself through the ropes, and into the ring. Dunn - And I'm sorry I did. From here on out, strictly wrestling from me. Falcoon - I doubt there's going to be much wrestling in this next match. Dunn - Okay, whatever -- straight fighting from me. Happy? Falcoon - Very. Missy receives a nice applause as the fans really start to get excited for the matchup -- raising their voices in anticipation, watching Missy position herself in the middle of the ring next to the referee who is holding the PDA Title. Kissens - Well hopefully you two are done bickering, as Missy seems about ready to get this match underway. Falcoon - Let's send it to Missy so we can get started! Dunn - Thank god. The fans quiet down as Missy brings the microphone to her lips and begins the introductions. Missy Janson - The following matchup is a Hazardous Ladder Match, and it is for the vacant OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship! A loud roar comes from the eager crowd, as they keep their eyes peeled on Missy Janson. Missy Janson - Outside the ring are many ladders which are of varying height, with only one strong enough to hold the weight of either competitor in the match. The first man to grab the PDA Title hung above the ring wins. The fans cheer as they get a good look at the title as it hangs from the rafters. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Parts Unknown... Vincent Cain! A dark brooding music hits the speakers as a stream of heavy fog rolls across the stage. An intimidating figure emerges through the haze, wearing a black robe as the lights dim down low. The fans give a mixed reaction to Cain, who doesn't even acknowledge them. He makes his way down the ramp and heads for the steel ring steps, slowly walking up them and onto the ring apron. He enters the ring as the lights return to normal, and the music stops. He takes off his robe and throws it outside of the ring. Dunn - I still don't know what this guy is all about. Falcoon - That's why he's dangerous. Kissens - Yeah he can play the wildcard, y'all. Missy clears her throat and stares back into the live cameras. Missy Janson - And his opponent, 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 of of the ring since he can not air other federations clips. He heads down to the ring and inside as he then heads over and waits in the corner for his opponent. Mikey is wandering around the ring apron as they get set for action. Dunn - Raven Talon has a chance to become a two time PDA Champion. Falcoon - That's great. Dunn - Yeah, joining the likes of James Caine, Mike Van Pelt and Electric Guitar. Kissens - Eh, not so much y'all. Missy moves off and heads towards the ring ropes, waiting as the referee holds the PDA Championship high above his head. A large cable drops from the rafters, with the referee looking up and reaching with his now free left hand to grab a hold ofit. Missy, who exits the ring, watches as she leaves -- with the referee securing the belt through the hoop, and snapping the straps closed. The belt begins to get lifted up, with both competitors watching it get raised to the ceiling. Falcoon - Both men have their eyes on the prize! Dunn - Bad pun. Falcoon - They're looking at the belt, which is on the line. It was literal. Dunn - Pffttt. Once the belt reaches it's peak, Missy returns to her seat and the referee calls for the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The moment the bell rings the two competitors step out of their corners and begin circling around the ring. Both Raven Talon and Vincent Cain inch closer towards one another, eventually meeting up in a tight grapple. They each take their turns trying to overpower one another, but neither man budges much. Within a few seconds, Talon pushes Cain against the ropes -- but he stumbles, and both men topple through the ropes and crash to the concrete floor in front of the announcers table. The fans at ringside all stand to their feet to get a better view of the two competitors as they both scramble to their feet. When they meet up again, Talon is crushed by a hard right hook that Vincent Cain delivers to his left cheek -- sending him collapsing on top of the time keepers table behind him. Vincent steps forward when suddenly Raven pulls his upper body from the table and brings the ring bell of of it -- holding it tight in his hands. Raven Talon swings his body around and cracks the bell over the top of Vincent Cain's skull -- knocking him flat to his back. Dunn - Dong! Kissens - Did you just say "dong"? Dunn - Yeah. Kissens - Gross, y'all. The referee joins both men on the outside, checking on the condition of Vincent Cain as he remains on the concrete floor. Dunn - It's the sound a bell makes! Falcoon - Suuuure. Dunn - It does. Listen at the end of the match. He drops the ring bell to the floor, then bends forward to scoop Vincent's body from the floor. Raven drags his woozy opponent back up to his feet, then tosses him over the announcers table -- with all three commentators bailing just in a nick of time as Vincent Cain lands on their chairs. They leave behind their headsets as Cain lays across the chairs still, hovering over the floor. Talon rounds the table and grabs Cain, dragging him onto the table and wails away with a series of short right hands -- laying Cain out completely upon the table. As Vincent Cain lays prone upon his back, Raven Talon steps up onto the announcers table and stands over his fallen opponent. He bends forward and scoops Cain up from his back -- dragging him up by his hair, and immediately locking him in a front face lock atop the table. Raven tries to fall backwards, but Cain doesn't budge -- instead he wraps his arms around the torso of Raven Talon and rushes forward. Vincent Cain tackles his opponent from the table, as the two men hit the concrete and begin wailing away at one another. The strikes are all glancing blows as the two men roll around battling for an advantage. They begin to draw the ire of the crowd as they remain mostly out of sight, as the cameras pick up all three commentators getting back into their seats. Falcoon - I thought we were going to lose our table there. Dunn - Good thing we didn't. I have some important pornogr-- I mean, notes... about WRESTLING! Kissens - Hey, is that me?! Dunn - Oh that? It's a... Garrett Lariat. Kissens - No, it's not. After a few more moments of struggle, Raven ends up on top of Cain -- and with a sharp headbutt he keeps Vincent down long enough for Talon to break away from Cain. He stands up off of his opponent and Raven proceeds to walk off towards the ring. He doesn't enter it -- instead choosing to lift the apron skirt up, and duck his head under the ring. He remains there for a second while searching for something, with Vincent Cain just starting to shake off the cobwebs behind him. Just as Cain begins to push himself back to his feet, Talon returns from under the ring with a wooden 2x4 in his hand. Oblivious to this, Vincent Cain lifts himself up to his knees holding his forehead with both of his hands. He falls to his hands and knees, still clutching his head while Raven Talon slowly approaches from his right. Before Cain can react, Talon shatters the 2x4 with one swift swing down upon the small of Vincent's back. The shot from the wooden plank lays Vincent Cain out upon his stomach as he clutches his spine, watching as Talon disposes of his broken piece of the 2x4. A few stray splinters stick out of the flesh upon Cain's back as Raven rounds towards the head of his fallen adversary. He drags Cain up to his feet by his head, with a firm hold of his hair behind his head with his left hand. He pulls himself around behind Vincent and grabs a hold of his tights with his right hand, keeping a hold of the back of his head as he runs off into a sprint -- bringing Vincent Cain with him. Raven Talon releases his opponent, and sends him barrelling into the steel ring steps -- which are sent in two opposite directions upon impact. Falcoon - God that had to hurt. Kissens - Talon is just taking him apart piece by piece. As Cain lays motionless on the outside, Raven Talon walks away and heads for a stack of ladders which lay about ten feet from where he stands. As he reaches them he bends himself forward and scoops up the top ladder into his grasp. Talon turns and slides the ladder under the bottom rope, then returns to grab a second ladder -- which he also sends into the ring. Dunn - Talon is doing the smart thing. Kissens - And what's that, y'all? Dunn - Putting as many ladders in the ring so if any break he doesn't sacrifice any time going outside to grab another. A third ladder is picked up by Raven Talon, as Vincent Cain begins to stir nearby. Raven sends the ladder into the ring, and quickly slides in directly behind it. As he stands he reaches down and picks up the nearest ladder -- spreading it's legs and locking them into place as he positions it directly under the belt. The moment Talon begins his ascent, the rungs of the ladder snap under his feet and he collapses right to the mat a bit stunned from the sudden fall. Vincent Cain grabs a hold of the ring apron skirt and uses it to drag himself up from the concrete floor, peeking over the apron and into the ring. He watches an enraged Raven Talon push the broken ladder aside, and double over to pick up another from the canvas. Cain lifts his body up onto the apron, and rolls under the bottom rope as Talon sets up the second ladder. This one proves to be more sturdy as Talon is able to climb up to the third rung -- but as Vincent Cain struggles to his feet, the joints of the ladder pop and snap as it falls into two separate pieces. As it collapses, Talon crashes straight down onto a pile of broken ladder parts which gives Vincent Cain the opportunity to take his time as he finally gets to his feet. A dazed Raven Talon tries to push himself up -- but Vincent Cain sends him right back down with a leg drop to the back of his head, cracking it down onto the twisted steel upon the canvas. Vincent pushes himself up, still holding his shoulder from the impact of crashing into the steel ring steps, and walks towards the third ladder that Talon pushed into the ring. Falcoon - Vincent Cain may be able to get himself back into this match here. Kissens - It's about time, y'all. Cain pushes the legs of the ladder apart and set them down onto the mat, checking out how strong the steel is. His attention being kept on the ladder allows Raven to collect one of the broken rungs from the first ladder -- and he cracks it across the back of Cain's left knee. The left leg of Vincent Cain buckles as his knee falls to the canvas, while Talon rolls off of the broken mess of ladders while discarding the dented rung to the outside of the ring. He glances up towards the ladder he brought into the ring, but Cain ended up setting up. To test it's strength, Talon pushes the ladder over -- sending it toppling down towards the kneeling Vincent Cain, cracking him right across his forehead and busting him wide open. Dunn - Cain's got a gusher!! Falcoon - So much for his rejuvenation. Kissens - That's going to need some medical attention, y'all. After Cain collapses down to the canvas, Talon tips the ladder back onto it's legs -- satisfied with it's strength. Using his feet he kicks away as much debris of previously broken ladders from the center of the ring, while sliding the set up ladder into place directly under the PDA Title. Falcoon - Talon has a strong ladder, and an advantage over his opponent. Dunn - Now we just have to wait and see which breaks down first. As he slides the ladder he measures Cain up for a boot to the head -- which bounces off his head, but does hardly any damage to the nearly unconscious Vincent Cain. Talon jumps up onto the rungs of the ladder -- again testing it's strength, as he stomps down with every step upwards. He climbs cautiously up to the top, and grabs a hold of the championship gold. He pulls upon it and the straps un-snap, as the belt falls into the clutches of Raven Talon. Dunn - Holy crap, he finally did it in a legit match after so many misses. Kissens - Raven Talon makes history here tonight! Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and the NEW OWF PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AGGRESSION CHAMPION... RAAAVEN TALOOOOOON!! A loud ovation comes from the crowd as Talon begins climbing down from the ladder. Vincent Cain is barely able to move at this point, and Talon completely ignores him as Mikey Austin joins him in the ring for a post-match celebration. Falcoon - And for the first time since October of 2008, someone besides The Phoenix is holding the OWF Public Display of Aggression Championship. Dunn - So, we got it back? Kissens - Technically. Dunn - HA! Take that NLW! Jesse's still your Champion! Both Raven Talon and Mikey Austin exit the ring and choose to leave through the crowd, partying with every fan on their way up the aisles. Falcoon - Hopefully Talon can get from this belt all that he has hoped and desired from it for months. Kissens - Which should be more than his two minute reign at Blood Bath last year. Dunn - For his sake, at least. The feed cuts away from the new PDA Champion as we see Jesse Williams is backstage, with Apollo, as he prepares for his match with Specter in the main event. Williams' hair is wet from an obvious shower, while Apollo just pushes his way inside of Jesse's locker room. Jesse Williams - Don't you knock? Apollo - Holy fuck, what smells? Jesse Williams - STILL? God damnit. But I meant what I said, you need to leave, Apollo. I'm serious. Apollo - I'm not going anywhere. Jesse Williams - Look, I booked this so I could finish it and I'm going to do it by myself. Apollo - There's no way. I have a personal stake in this match, and I don't want to watch it on the piece of shit twelve inch television in my room. Jesse Williams - I don't care. You show up, you're fired. Apollo - So fire me, you've done it before. Jesse Williams - Don't test me, I really don't need this whining bullshit now. Apollo - Whatever, do as you please without any regard for anybody around you -- you do anyways. At that moment JC walks into the locker room, unannounced. Williams does not look happy. JC - Send your buddy out if you value his safety. Apollo looks angry, but Williams motions for him to leave. JC smirks. JC - How's the head? And you know, being covered in shit. Jesse Williams - It's great. Never been better, minus the shit part. How's your asshole- I mean, that place where you spew YOUR shit from. Ah yes, I mean your mouth. JC - Aww, a little angry are we? I noticed in your press release you said you wanted vengeance on me. For what, proving to the world I'm better? Jesse Williams - Yeah, you're better than me because you got lucky in a clusterfuck. Check your memory banks, JC. In November I left you laying for dead. JC - That may be, but let's look at the facts. When you pinned me last year, it was a fluke. When I pinned you, it was because I overpowered you and destroyed you. I told the world that the next time I had the chance I would beat you, and I did. My only regret is that the belt wasn't on the line. Jesse Williams - Don't worry, JC. You keep on improving and I'm sure you can get your shot in another three months or so. But too bad it won't be sooner, since you couldn't beat Lopes one on one. JC - Yes, and now you get to fight Lopes. I have no doubts that he's going to beat you at Shock and Terror. I mean, let's look at the facts. I beat you, and he beat me. It makes perfect sense. Jesse Williams - Associative property only applies in math, douchebag. JC - I just came in here to gloat. Oh, and to say that if you even think about coming after me. I won't go after other people on the roster, I'll go after you. I'll turn you into a target. JC's grin gets bigger. JC - And we both know what happens when you are my target. Jesse Williams - Yeah, but there's one difference between me and everyone else you've targetted. JC - What's that? Jesse spits right into JC's face. Jesse Williams - You don't scare me one bit. JC laughs and wipes the spittle from his cheek. JC - That will make your downfall all that much sweeter. With that he leaves Jesse's locker room, leaving Williams inside as the camera fades back to ringside. Dunn - Jesus guys, these two are going to rip one another apart. Falcoon - You mean, JC is going to decimate him? Kissens - I give Jesse credit, he has balls. Falcoon - But maybe no smarts. Dunn - Please, Jesse's greatest weapon is his mind. Kissens - And dropping people on their head. Dunn - Right. And that. Those two right there. Definitely. The camera pans to the right as we see Missy Janson scoops the microphone off of the time keepers table, and pushes herself from her seat upon the steel chair. We follow her as she makes her way to the now-cleared ringside, which no longer has ladders strewn about it. Kissens - But, speaking of Jesse -- in the next match we have two guys who are vying for a shot at the champ. Falcoon - And Lopes actually earned one. Dunn - It doesn't matter, though. Kissens - How so, y'all? Dunn - They'll both take each other to their limit here, and Jesse will pick them apart. Falcoon - I didn't think about that. Missy ascends the ring steps rather quickly, and steps to the ring apron as she reaches their peak. She parts the top and middle ropes, then steps through them to enter the ring. Kissens - These two are fueled by hatred, so I wouldn't be surprised if neither man is never the same after this encounter. Dunn - See, Jackie gets it. Falcoon - It's a good point -- but you also have to take into account that the winner will have a lot of momentum. Kissens - Esspecially if Ray retains, y'all. She heads off to the center of the ring, watching as the fans slowly begin to rise to their feet -- with a few scurrying back to their seats. Falcoon - Either way, this should prove to be one hell of a match. Dunn - I can agree with that. Kissens - So lets shut up and send it to Missy! Dunn - Deal. Missy Janson turns to the live cameras as she reaches the middle of the ring and brings the microphone to her mouth. Missy Janson - The following matchup is scheduled for a one fall, with a sixty minute time limit... And it is for the OWF Caribbean Championship! The fans cheer loudly in anticipation of the showdown between rival faction members. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Love Valley, North Carolina... 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. Kissens - If Dude JoB can advance here, we will witness the Rogues getting stronger right in front of our eyes. Dunn - Well he has a large task in front of him facing the Carribean Champion. Falcoon - That goes without being stated. DJ's music fades out as he retreats to his corner. Missy is about to continue with her introductions. Just then, we cut backstage where Lopes is heading to the ringside area for his Caribbean title match. Kissens - And there's the champion! He stops for a moment when he sees JC directly in front of him. Falcoon - This can't be good. JC - Well, well...if it isn't Ray Lopes, the OWF's latest darling. Ray can hear the disdain in JC’s voice and decides a little sarcasm is in order to mess with him. Ray Lopes – Well, well …if it isn’t JC, the guy I eliminated to win the three man tag tourney at Determined. He smirks. JC - Yes, I know you beat me. Big deal. You will get to lose to Jesse Williams and my title victory over him will be withheld for a while longer. Ray Lopes – Going to be more than a while longer if I have anything to say about it! JC - What makes you sure you will beat Williams? I mean, I pinned the man at Determined, along with your new buddy Porta Prince. But you? He just beat you in the Quest for the Best tournament. Ray Lopes – Yeah, the same tournament you couldn’t even qualify for! JC begins to look a little agitated. JC - The only reason you beat me was because of my own mistake. I decided hurting you was more important than pinning you. I wouldn't make that mistake again. Ray Lopes – Right…I can tell you’ve been hanging around the other Rogues a little too long, you’re beginning to sound like one of them already, next thing I know you’re going to be telling me how you can NEVER truly be defeated because you don’t care about wins or losses and blah, blah, blah just like Trent and DJ! Ray rolls his eyes. JC - If you're so sure...why don't you make it official and put that Caribbean title against me? I'm sure, since you're so positive you could beat me again, that you and the fans would love to see me take a lashing for my sins. Ray Lopes – Sure, anytime…but now if you would excuse me I got to go beat up on your drinking partner real quick. Ray walks around JC whose eyes remain locked on him as he makes his way to the ring. The feed cuts back to Missy. Falcoon - Some words of advice from JC right before he steps out here. Dunn - Perfect timing, I'd say. Kissens - Lopes is just lucky his jaw is still attached to his face. Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California... He is the reigning OWF Caribbean Champion... Ray Lopes! Nigga your past don’t excite me "Step Back" by Brisco & Joe Budden blasts over the PA system as the fans all rise to their feet and begin cheering for Ray Lopes as he makes his way down to the ring. He gives a pound to a fan or two along the way and then slides inside the ring, pulling the Caribbean Championship from around his waist. Falcoon - Lets see if Ray Lopes can successfully defend here, in his second actual defense of the title. Kissens - First time around it was no contest, so anything will be better than that. The referee grabs Ray's belt and holds it up high in the air while Missy moves off past him, heading to the side of the ring. As she does, the referee hands her the championship and she makes an exit. Dunn - He's going to get majorly tested though. Falcoon - And by one of the men who caused the no contest. Once Ray's music fades out and Missy is back at her seat, the bell rings. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The match starts off with a tone setter as Ray Lopes rushes across the ring, spearing Dude JoB nearly in half as he takes the challenger to his back. The moment both men fall to the canvas, a vicious bare knuckle showdown begins -- with both men trading blows back and forth. Ray strikes DJ right across the bridge of his nose, following it with a left forearm strike directly against the jawline on the side of Dude JoB's face. In response, DJ shrugs off the blows and grabs Lopes behind the back of his head -- quickly rolling him to his right, and forcing the Champion onto his back. Falcoon - This is going to be a war. Dunn - It already is one. Dude JoB straddles Lopes, mounting him as he sits on his abdomen, and fires away with a three punch combination to the mouth of Ray. Drops of blood begin to trickle from his lips, with Ray taking notice and growing enraged. In a lull in the offensive by DJ, Ray thrusts his head upward into the exposed sternum of the challenger. This forces Dude JoB to get off of Ray and recooperate as he takes a knee in the center of the ring, giving Lopes a chance to wipe his blood from his chin. Once done with that, Lopes quickly spins from the canvas and to his feet in one motion -- finding himself not but two feet in front of the still kneeling Dude JoB. As DJ wheezes for air, Ray Lopes takes a step forward with his left foot and then snaps his right knee forward towards the unprotected head of Dude JoB. Luckily for him, DJ falls forward and lays flat on his stomach, which causes Ray to miss with his strike. While Lopes follows through, Dude JoB bounds back up to his feet and positions himself behind the twirling champion. Once he is turned all the way around, his opponent kicks his right foot up towards the left side of Ray's face. At the last moment he is able to duck out of the way, and swings around behind Dude JoB. Ray steps forward, but is met face to face by Dude JoB as he spins himself around. Both men engage in a staredown, with the fans giving them a loud ovation for the first few minutes of the match. Dunn - These two hate each other, but neither can start off strong. Kissens - They seem equally matched so far, and the fans are thrilled. Falcoon - We should only see the intensity rise as we go on. Dunn - And the insanity. Falcoon - Hey, maybe the Rogues will stay out of it. Kissens - ... Really? Falcoon - ... Probably not. The two ignore the cheers and immediately lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up, with neither man getting the upper hand as they stumble all over the ring. After a few seconds they end up pressed against the ring ropes, with Ray spinning backwards into one of the corners. The referee steps in and tries to break apart the two men, but neither budge an inch. He then begins to administer the manditory five count for a clean break. 1... 2... 3... 4... Right before both men get disqualified, Dude JoB breaks the hold and steps back -- only to cock his right arm back, and thrust it forward wildly. Just a second before impact, Ray sidesteps out of the corner while ducking DJ's right arm. He forces the challenger, back-first, into the same corner. Lopes squares his shoulders to the corner and immediately begins pounding away with repeated right hands to his opponents face. The fans explode as Ray steps in closer and begins to unleash a fury of closed fist's that all find their mark upon the abdomen of a reeling Dude JoB. After a few moments Lopes backs off and takes in the cheers and adulation of the crowd, which allows Dude JoB to straighten himself up as he leans in the corner. When Ray returns a few seconds later, he is met with a sharp toe kick to his stomach. While Lopes gasps to catch his breath that was just knocked from his body, Dude JoB moves from the corner and he forces the doubled-over champion back into the same corner once more. Dude JoB leans Ray Lopes up straight and isolates his right arm by taking a hold of it around his wrist. Dude JoB irish whips Ray across the ring, throwing him into a full-sprint towards the opposite corner. The champion spins at the last second and hits the turnbuckle pads back first with such force he staggers out towards the middle of the ring. The challenger meets Ray there and wraps both of his arms around Ray's abdomen -- and a second later he tosses Lopes over his head, delivering a textbook overhead belly to belly suplex.
Falcoon - Maybe that suplex will give DJ the edge he needs to take control. Dunn - Maybe for the time being, but Lopes isn't going to just roll over. Kissens - But there's no way DJ is going to let up, y'all, Falcoon - There's no predicting where this one will go. Dude JoB gets himself up from his back, after falling there from the momentum of his toss. He approaches the head of Ray Lopes and grabs him on both sides of it to lead him up to his feet. Once there he again isolates Ray's right arm -- and this time twists it into a standing armbar. DJ leads Lopes to the middle of the ring, and then hooks Ray's arm behind his own back in a hammerlock. He applies so much pressure that Ray has no choice but to drop down to his left knee. Dude JoB wrenches Lopes' arm upwards towards his head, torqueing it at his elbow and causing the Champion a lot of pain. Ray Lopes remains immobilized in his kneeling position, with the referee right in his face to check on his condition. DJ keeps a tight hold on Lopes' arm, making sure he is unable to return to his feet on his own power. Ray, aware that Dude JoB has the leverage to keep him on the mat, pushes his body backwards -- then jerks himself forward sharply. As Ray falls forward, Dude JoB maintains a hold on Lopes' arm -- which causes him to stumble forward. DJ gets tripped up, releases his hold, and falls through the ropes -- crashing to the concrete floor on the outside of the ring. He only remains downed for a moment as he bounds back up to his feet, jawing with the rowdy crowd. Back in the ring, the champion quickly stands to his feet and backs into the middle of the ring -- watching DJ still focused on the crowd. Once he feels content and turns around to head back to the ring -- Ray bursts forward and hits the mat. He thrusts both of his legs under the bottom rope, headed right for Dude JoB. Both of Ray's boots connect with the face of Dude JoB, sending him flying backwards into the steel ring barricade. Ray stands to his feet on the outside, while DJ holds himself up with his arms hung over the top of the barricade as the referee begins to count both men out. 1... 2... 3... Lopes nails a a sharp knife edge chop -- with the slap of flesh-on-flesh echoing throughout the arena. 4... 5... Lopes grabs DJ around the back of his head and under his right arm, pulling him from the barricade. 6... 7... He then isolates Dude Job's right arm and whips him chest first into the ring post, sending a loud thud throughout the arena. 8... Ray quickly dives into the ring, and then rolls right back to the outside -- breaking the count. Falcoon - Lopes could have just retained right there. Kissens - He wasn't here to just retain. He wants to inflict pain, y'all. Dunn - That rhymed. Kissens - Yep! Dunn - ... It was gay. Ray Lopes bends over and grabs a hold of Dude JoB, picking up the challenger as the referee restarts the count. 1... 2... Ray whips Dude JoB towards the steel ring steps, which he avoids by just inches as he stumbles to the floor. 3... 4... Dude JoB staggers back up to his feet while Lopes follows right behind him. 5... DJ slides into the ring under the bottom rope, and pushes himself right up to his feet. 6... Ray follows him in, but before he can get up -- Dude JoB begins laying stomp after stomp to the back of the champion. Adrenaline keeps Ray fighting to get up, and he eventually gets back to his knees after braving a slew of kicks. He fires away at the stomach of DJ with a sharp right hand, and follows it up by blocking a left shin kick thrust at him by Dude JoB. Ray pushes himself up to his feet and brings his right hand to the jaw of DJ, executing an uppercut that sends him stumbling backwards on his heels. Lopes spins around behind the staggered DJ and rolls him up with a school boy pin, with the referee diving in to make the count. 1... 2... kickout by Dude JoB. Kissens - First fall attempt of the match. Dunn - I think these guys just want to hurt one another, with the Caribbean Championship hanging as an added bonus. Falcoon - I'll agree with that. As DJ thrusts his right arm up from the canvas to break out of the pinning perdicament, Lopes scoops the head of the challenger from the mat with both of his hands. He begins standing to his feet, leading Dude JoB up to his as well. When both gain their footing, Ray immediately hooks his right arm around the neck of Dude JoB -- bending him forward, and synching in a tight front face lock. After securing the hold around his neck, Lopes bends himself forward to tuck his head under the right armpit of Dude JoB. After he does so he then proceeds to lift to his opponent straight up into the air in a vertical suplex position. Somehow, DJ is able to reverse the momentum and floats over the head of the champion. DJ lands on his feet behind Ray, but immediately bounds up into the air -- dropkicking Ray across his shoulder blades, sending him staggering forward into the ropes. After bouncing into the ropes chest-first, Lopes is propelled into a back peddle towards the center of the ring. Dude JoB remains on the canvas and grabs a hold of Ray from behind. He yanks him out of his backpeddle and down to the mat with a school boy roll up, with the referee sliding in to count Ray's shoulders down. 1... 2... Ray Lopes kicks Dude JoB off of him, breaking the count. Dunn - Trading school boys. Sounds like your area, Gordie. Falcoon - You're a dick. Kissens - At least it's not a small package. Dunn - Funny -- but, it is kinda small. Falcoon - Too much information. Back to the match before I vomit. Both men roll away from one another and push themselves off of the mat. When they return to their feet, Ray Lopes and Dude JoB end up nose to nose for a split second. Their staredown is kept brief as DJ swings his right knee up into the midsection of the champion -- bending Ray forward as he gasps for air. DJ tucks Ray's head between his legs, and bends himself forward to wrap both of his arms around the waist of Lopes -- locking his hands together on his abdomen. With ease Dude JoB hoists Ray straight up into the air, holding him parallel to his body. After a few seconds, DJ sits out and nails a devastating piledriver upon Ray Lopes. The head of the champion bounces off of the canvas, with the rest of his body collapsing onto it's right side. Dude JoB laboredly pushes Ray over onto his back, and lays over his chest in a lateral press. The referee drops to his knees and begins to count the pinfall. 1... 2... The official stops the count as he sees Ray kick his right foot over the bottom rope. As Dude JoB is notified, he loses his cool and pounds upon the canvas with two closed fists before pushing himself off of Ray, and up to his feet. Without hesitation he gets up into the face of the referee and disputes the count, thus allowing Lopes to take in his surroundings while pulling himself from the mat with help from the ring ropes. Eventually Dude JoB realizes his attempts of persuading the referee are futile, and he turns back around and finds Ray already back on his right knee. As Dude JoB wraps both of his hands around the head of Lopes, and begins leading him up to his feet, Ray nails him with a short jab into his stomach. The strike stops Dude JoB in his tracks, and kills his intentions of pulling Ray from the mat -- as well as giving Lopes an opportunity to fire a second fist into DJ's gut. The second strike buys Lopes enough time to get back up to his feet -- and crack Dude JoB with a swinging right forearm to his jaw. Falcoon - Ray has really stepped up here to be a bit more technical. Dunn - But obviously he isn't pulling any punches. Kissens - Was that a pun? Dunn - No... bitch. The shot drops Dude JoB to his right knee, with Ray glancing over his own shoulder at the ring ropes behind him. He takes off towards them with his back turned to the kneeling DJ, and turns to hit the ropes -- locking his eyes on his incapacitated adversary. As he sprints towards the challenger, Dude JoB bursts to his feet and leaps into the air -- going for a cross body block, which Ray reverses as he grabs DJ in midair. He holds him parallel to the canvas between DJ's legs and under his head. With one movement, Lopes swings DJ's head down towards the mat while switching his grasp to clutch him around his abdomen -- then immediately dives forward, kneeling to the mat as he devastates the neck of Dude JoB with a tombstone piledriver. Dunn - AHH! Falcoon - I don't think I've seen a piledriver in a long time, and now we've seen two. Kissens - And what a transition into the move, y'all. The fans roar as Ray holds onto his left leg for a moment, while DJ holds his head and neck in a lot of pain. The champion flops down on top of DJ, with the referee sliding in and making the count. 1... 2... kickout by Dude JoB. Instead of harping on his failure to keep his opponent down, Ray simply begins pulling himself off of Dude JoB and starts to return to his feet. The referee stands above both men, watching as Dude JoB rolls onto his stomach to put distance between himself and Ray. A few seconds later, Ray stands up to his unsteady feet and backpeddles to give enough room to measure up DJ as he just starts to push his upper body from the canvas. Lopes yells and motions for Dude JoB to get up, but he keeps his pace steady as he picks himself up to a knee -- completely unaware of Ray's location in regards to his. At the very second Dude JoB plants the soles of his feet onto the canvas, although still doubled over, Lopes charges in and swoops behind DJ -- leaping into the air with his arm extended. He wraps it around the back of Dude JoB's neck and sits out -- executing a textbook bulldog right near the ropes, allowing Dude JoB to escape the ring to avoid being pinned. Lopes pushes himself up almost immediately, glancing around for Dude JoB who has fallen to the floor. As he locates him, he wastes no time in hopping out of the ring to pursue his fallen opponent. Falcoon - Ray has to get him back in the ring if he wants to pin him. Ray reaches down and grabs a hold of DJ's head as the referee begins to count both men out. Dunn - I don't know, too much time has gone by. 1... 2... Ray places DJ on the apron and pushes him under the bottom rope, and slides in right behind him. He lays on top of Dude JoB has he flops onto his back, hooking his right leg and looking for a pinfall. The referee drops to his knees and makes the count. 1... 2... Dude JoB thrusts his right arm up, breaking the pin. Dunn - See, I told you. Falcoon - If Dude JoB remained in the ring, we may be moving on already. Kissens - But unfortunately for Lopes, wasting time on returning him to the ring cost him a shot. Ray starts to get a bit frustrated, and leans himself upwards while keeping a tight hold of Dude JoB by his hair. He begins leading him up off of the mat, slowly dragging the very dazed Dude JoB up from his back. With a throat cutting motion, Ray signals for the end of Dude JoB as he eventually lifts him all the way up -- and dips his shoulder into DJ's abdomen. He lifts DJ up onto his shoulders in a standing firemans carry position, then walks to the center of the ring as he locks his eyes on a point upon the mat. The moment he reaches it, Dude JoB desperately flings the point of his right elbow backwards to the left temple of the champion. He isn't able to free himself after the first strike, but with the second elbow finding the same spot Ray has no choice but to dump DJ off of his shoulders. He lands on his feet behind Ray and rushes him forward towards the ropes while grabbing a firm grasp around his midsection. The rebound of the ropes whips both men backwards, as DJ rolls through to pin Ray's shoulders to the mat. The referee hits the mat but has no time to count as he watches Ray Lopes somersault backwards with his momentum from the ropes -- and pick himself back up to his feet with ease, while Dude JoB remains on his back. Patiently he waits and watches DJ roll to his right, and press himself off of the canvas. Out of the corner of his eye he spots Ray take off towards him, and DJ narrowily avoids behind shoulder blocked -- instead countering with a leg sweep that causes Lopes' head to whip back upon the ring mat. The challenger picks himself up as fast as he can, only to sit out and drop his left leg over the neck and throat of the champion with a standing leg drop. In a flash Dude JoB hops right back to his feet and on the way up grabs Lopes' left arm at the forearm, tugging him from his back. It takes quite a bit of effort from Dude JoB to hoist Ray Lopes back up to his feet, and by the time he does his opponent is more than prepared to defend himself -- nailing a short jab to the adam's apple of DJ, causing him to choke up for a moment. That moment is all Ray Lopes needs to glance around the ring to pick up his surroundings, and formulate a game plan. The first part is executed as he follows up the jab with a swinging european uppercut that catches DJ under the jaw. The shot spins Dude JoB around, but while he remains dazed he fires at Ray with a discus punch that connects right onto his jaw. It staggers Ray back, and puts enough distance between the two that allows Dude JoB to build up a good amount of speed as he heads towards Lopes. He lunges forward and spears Ray across his abdomen, and tackles him down to the mat furiously. He crawls up to mount Ray, and nails him with a firm headbutt straight to his forehead that opens up a tiny gash on his head. The blood begins to flow as Dude JoB keeps the pressure on -- rearing his right arm back and nailing Ray with a sharp elbow strike to the bridge of his nose. Now blood begins trickling down from his nostrils, with Ray defenseless to stop any further attacks while in the mounted position. Falcoon - Dude JoB has really stepped up here. Dunn - He's really putting a hurting on Lopes here. Kissens - He better keep it up, because one mistake will get Lopes right back in control y'all. Falcoon - It's all about who makes the least amount of mistakes this far into the match. Dunn - And that guy will probably be the winner. Dude JoB admires his handywork for a moment and then grabs Lopes on either side of his head by his ears -- and he lifts his head from the mat, only to slam it down onto the canvas with a lot of force. Once he has done that he stands up off of the champion and approaches his head. He scoops him up from his back, and brings Lopes to his unsteady feet only to bring him right back down with a tight arm drag -- which he transitions into an arm bar. DJ doesn't focus much on the submission hold, instead concentrating on thrusting his cocked elbow down into the neck and head of Ray Lopes. Every strike finds it's mark, with Ray having nowhere to go while in the clutches of Dude JoB. After a few more moments of struggle, Ray is able to place his free arm between his head and Dude JoB's firing elbow. He blocks one strike and that is enough for Ray to begin to come back, as he pushes himself from the canvas still locked in a firm arm bar. Ray gets up to his knees and continues pushing upwards, finally getting back to his feet with the crowd firmly behind him all the way. Dude JoB maintains his hold as Lopes somersaults forward and releases the pressure that DJ has applied to his arm. While laid on his back, Lopes kicks his leg up and makes contact to the face of Dude JoB -- but it doesn't break his grasp, although it knocks him for a loop. Even though he isn't free from the grasp of the challenger, Ray buys himself enough time with the kick to get himself up onto his feet and into a much better situation than he was in earlier. He pulls his right arm in and tugs Dude JoB towards him, attempting a short armed clothesline which Dude JoB avoids by ducking clear under his arm. He rolls around behind Lopes and locks him in a reverse waist lock -- only to dump him backwards over his head with a german suplex, and bridge his back to pin Ray's shoulders to the mat. The referee dives in and administers the count. 1... 2... kickout by Lopes! Falcoon - Whew, that was a close call. Dunn - DJ nearly won with the move that beat him in that Iron Man match against Steel. Ray flops over onto his stomach after breaking out of the pin, with Dude JoB glaring deep into the referee's eyes to try to figure out what he needs to do to keep Ray down. He gets up to his feet and stays within a few feet of Ray, watching him as he just now starts to shake off the cobwebs from the suplex. Dude JoB looks like he has fallen into a rage as he begins goating Ray to get up, with his pace not satisfying him. Because of this Dude JoB steps in and wraps both of his hands around the head of Lopes, and starts leading him to his feet. On the way up he locks Ray in a front face lock, adding a bit of pressure around his neck as he yanks him upwards. When he returns to his feet, he tries to fall back but Lopes blocks the DDT attempt by grapevining his right leg around DJ's left leg. Instead of falling victim to a damaging move, Lopes pushes forward and slams Dude JoB back-first into one of the corners. It doesn't break the hold, but knocks Dude JoB into a daze for a moment. Lopes capitalizes at that moment as he backs up a bit, and then trips up DJ to take him down to his back -- following it up by positioning his legs across Dude JoB's chest, and synching in a deep arm bar. Luckily for him, Dude JoB is only but about an inch away from the ropes -- which he reaches out for and grabs. Lopes knows DJ is at the ropes, but doesn't immediately give up the hold which forces the referee to step in and begin his count. 1... 2... 3... 4... Ray breaks it as he rolls up to his feet, and gets a verbal warning from the referee while Dude JoB pulls himself to the outside. He walks around the ring, pacing upon the concrete as he collects himself -- while Ray makes sure to watch him very closely. Kiseens - DJ has ditched to lick his wounds. Dunn - Smart move. Falcoon - But he just faces more pain when he gets back in the ring? Dunn - Who says he will? Maybe he brings Lopes into his world. After a few seconds, Dude JoB decides to re-enter the ring -- but chooses to do so by climbing the stairs, and walking onto the ring apron. He motions for the referee to get Lopes back before he enters, which he obliges. DJ ducks down and steps through the top and middle ropes before backing into his corner, and preparing to go back to battle with the champion. The two warriors stand across the ring from each other for only a second before they both take off to the center of the ring with a full head of steam built up by both men. DJ ducks under a running elbow strike from Lopes, who likewise avoids a swinging roundhouse kick by Dude JoB and wraps him up in a reverse waist lock. His opponent is able to escape and perform a standing switch -- reversing it into a reverse waist lock of his own. Ray spins out of it with ease and pulls himself around behind Dude JoB with a hold of his right arm, locking in a deep hammerlock which causes a look of pain to become apparent across DJ's face. He walks himself forward around the ring, trying to lessen the angle of the lock -- but it is no use. He comes to a stop and glances back over his shoulder to locate Ray's head -- and fires his left arm back, connecting to the bridge of Ray's nose with the point of his elbow. This doesn't release his arm from the grasp of Lopes, but it does give Dude JoB a chance to fire a second elbow which finds it's mark upon his nose a second time. The blunt impact forces Ray to lessen his hold for only a second, which allows Dude JoB to burst away from him and into a full sprint towards the corner. In one bound Dude JoB springs up to the top rope and backflips from it, sending his torso flying down to the head and shoulders of Lopes. Somehow Ray is able to catch Dude JoB over his right shoulder to counter the moonsault attempt, and holds him in the front powerslam position as he walks him to the middle of the ring. The very moment Ray looks to swing him forward and slam DJ to his back, Dude JoB is able to shimmy off of the shoulder of Lopes and slide down his back -- landing on his feet directly behind him. Instead of grabbing a hold of his opponent, Dude JoB simply pushes his hands forward to the shoulder blades of his opponent and shoves him forward towards the ropes. Ray hits them chest first, but hooks his forearms under the top rope and stops himself from staggering back towards DJ without being prepared. Instead, Dude JoB now charges at Lopes from behind and looks to clothesline him over the top rope but as he reaches him, Ray hits the mat and pulls the top rope down as well. DJ is sent flying over, but somehow hooks his hand on the top rope and is able to land on both of his feet on the ring apron. Falcoon - What a clinic being put on by these two. Dunn - No kidding. Falcoon - They came into this match with the hopes of being champion -- and they may just give us a match of the night. Once both men stand up straight, Ray is clocked by a short forearm from Dude JoB, followed by a knee to the stomach that doubles Ray over. As he bends down, Dude JoB slingshots himself over the top rope and flips across the back of Ray -- hitting the mat with his back, and hooking his thighs with his hands as he tries to pull him down to the mat. Ray fights the sunset flip by frantically waving both of his arms, but it is no use as he is rolled to his back with his shoulders pinned to the canvas. The aware referee drops down to all fours and begins the count, 1... 2... Ray kicks his legs together around the head of Dude JoB and is able to roll out of the pinning perdicament. The champion bounds to his feet within seconds of breaking out of the pin, and doesn't even wait for Dude JoB to get up as he charges straight at him -- and kicks his right foot forward at him with as much force as he can. At the last possible second, Dude JoB catches Ray's foot against his chest and absorbs the blow completely. He toughs it out as he struggles back up to his feet, still holding Ray's right leg around it's ankle, and keeps Lopes hopping up and down on his left leg. Instead of futhering his stance, Dude JoB bends his free arm and brings a series of three elbow strikes down upon Ray's exposed knee cap -- before swinging down to the mat, and whipping Ray to the mat with a dragon screw leg whip. The champion, now tormented by pain in his right knee can do nothing but hold his leg and roll over the mat while the challenger stands over his prey with a grin on his face. Kissens - Dude JoB has grasped control of his destiny here, and he wants to win. Dunn - Of course he does. Falcoon - Just now he has secured an advantage which could give him a win. Kissens - Could? He's been doing a lot of damage to the champion. Dunn - But he's a champion -- if he can't take a lot of damage and keep on ticking, who can? He approaches Ray's damaged leg and falls to his stomach -- grabbing a hold of his right leg and extending it fully while pulling himself from the ring. He pulls the lower half of Ray's body under the ring ropes, and lays them over the concrete floor as he isolates the right leg in particular. With both hands he lifts it over his head and swings Ray's right leg down -- slamming it against the ring apron, as Lopes yells in extreme pain. The referee yells outside of the ring, warning Dude JoB, but this doesn't stop him from picking Ray's leg up a second time and crashing it down on the apron even harder. Out of instinct only Lopes pulls his legs back under the ropes and starts crawling back into the center of the ring, forcing Dude JoB to re-enter and reformulate his game plan. Once picking himself back up to his feet he heads right for the legs of Lopes, and grabs a hold of him by his right foot. He rolls Ray over onto his stomach, but receives a kick to his face from the left boot of Ray Lopes. He doesn't waiver though, as he keeps a hold of Lopes' foot with the intentions of causing further damage -- but again he is kicked right in the face. This time, after the strike connects, Dude JoB drops Ray's right foot and brings both of his hands up to his face. A hobbled Lopes does his best to pick himself up from his back in a timely fashion, trying to mount a bit of offense while DJ recovers. He takes too long though, as when he returns to his knees he is met with a swinging right knee from his opponent -- who leads him back up to his feet after the shot to the midsection. Both men are showing major signs of wear and tear on their body, with their movements becoming more labored as time goes on. Dude JoB maintains his hold around the head of Lopes, and transitions into a side headlock by locking his left arm tightly around Ray's neck. With a quick flip he slams Ray down with a headlock takedown, and wrenches on the headlock while laying over Lopes' chest. The referee sees his shoulders down and dives to the mat to make the count. 1... 2... Ray gets his right arm up, but he remains tightly locked in DJ's headlock. He pulls back as far as he can go, with the referee remaining right in Lopes' face to check on his condition. He isn't even close to giving it up, but Dude JoB shows no signs of relinquishing the hold. Falcoon - Ray Lopes may be locked in a simple hold here -- but there is a lot of pressure applied right now. Dunn - And these two haven't slowed down since the bell rang. Kissens - There's no way Ray will tap, y'all. Falcoon - Probably not, but if he did you really couldn't blame him. The fans begin a loud chant of "Lets go Lopes! Lets go Lopes!" hoping to motivate their fallen champion. He pumps his fist as he shows signs of trying to fight out of the hold, as he rolls his right shoulder upwards towards the rafters -- with the right side of his body right behind it. He gets onto his left side, and plants his knee on the mat to start pushing himself up although still having his neck wrenched tighter and tighter by the second. He finally gets up to his feet and throws his right elbow back into the midsection of Dude JoB, trying to break the hold. It doesn't work, forcing Ray to execute a second elbow strike to DJ's abdomen -- which loosens his hold around Ray's neck just a bit. He lets up just enough for Lopes to switch up his position just a bit by pulling his right arm around behind DJ's back, and then lifts him straight up into the air -- only to lay out to his back, and drop DJ on his head with a high angle back drop suplex. The ring shakes from the impact, and it is joined in it's vibration by the foundation of the arena -- which is absolutely shaken to it's core by Ray finally freeing himself. Both competitors lay on their backs looking to the rafters with the referee standing over the two exhausted superstars. Choosing to do his job, he begins his manditory ten count to both men. 1... 2... 3... Ray Lopes and Dude JoB both remain on their backs, with their chests heaving up and down for any bit of air they can use to fill their lungs. 4... 5... Dude JoB starts to move first, moving himself onto his stomach and glancing at Ray who has gotten his body proped up on it's left side. 6... 7... Dunn - These guys better get moving or we may not get a winner! Dude JoB uses his upper body strength to pick himself up to his knees, then springs up to his feet while Lopes eventually gets up to one knee. 8... Dude JoB approaches Lopes and breaks the count as he reaches down and grabs him by the head. As he starts to pull Ray up, Lopes steps forward and grabs Dude JoB into a firemans carry -- which he stands up with. He throws DJ off of his shoulders and falls to his back as he gets both of his knees up -- hitting the gut buster on Dude JoB, who falls to the mat clutching his stomach in extreme pain. Dunn - Boxcutter on DJ! It's over! Kissens - Only if he can get the cover! Ray remains on his back looking to the rafters while DJ kicks his legs in pain, also laying on his back. The fans are absolutely going insane at this moment, wanting Ray to pin DJ. Finally the champion begins to stir by holding his right arm up into the air, and flopping it down across DJ's chest as he collapses to his stomach. Kissens - He's got the cover, y'all! The referee slides in upon his belly and makes the count. 1... 2... thr- kickout by Dude JoB! Dunn - Took too long. Falcoon - And it was still a close call! The two exhausted competitors fall to the canvas, with the referee choosing not to count them down -- and deciding for himself that this match will have a winner. He watches closely as both men stir, while still gasping for air. Dude JoB digs his right elbow onto the mat and begins rolling himself away from Lopes, while Ray simply pushes himself over onto his stomach. They remain relatively close to one another, while still trying to keep some distance to recover. When DJ gets himself completely onto his right side, he glances over his shoulder to check the progress of Lopes -- who is using his hands and feet to push his body from the mat. The challenger turns his attention back to his ascent, as he plants his left hand on the mat and presses himself upwards. Ray Lopes gets himself up to all fours when he notices DJ get up to a kneeling position, which motivates him to get up faster. He presses on and places his knee on the mat for a second -- using it to propel himself to a standing position while DJ also bounds back up. Kissens - Both men are up! Dunn - What is keeping them going? Falcoon - Heart. Dunn - Or cocaine. The two men return to their feet and lock eyes, with both taking flight the moment they set eyes upon each other. The two head for a collision course, but Lopes ducks an elbow strike from Dude JoB and immediately plants his feet to turn himself around. Dude JoB does the same after his missed attack, and the two end up face to face again. This time, Ray comes out on top with a stiff headbutt to the brow of Dude JoB which sends him stumbling backwards into one of the corners. Ray wastes hardly a second as he rushes the corner and grabs a hold of Dude JoB, while tucking his head underneath the left arm of the challenger. He hoists the groggy Dude JoB up to a sitting position on the top turnbuckles and climbs up to join him. As he steps to the top rope he locks Dude JoB in a front face lock, and begins leading him up to a standing position on the top rope. Dunn - What the hell is he doing? Falcoon - Nothing that spells any good for Dude JoB! When he gets him there he hooks Dude JoB's inside leg and then lifts him up. Ray falls backwards and drives Dude JoB down upon his neck and shoulders with a top rope cradle DDT. The fans watch as the momentum bounces Ray from the mat, and lays him over the top of Dude JoB. Kissens - A super DLE! Dunn - My god. Falcoon - He's got him pinned... The referee slides in and makes the count, 1... 2... 3! Falcoon - He got him! Missy Janson - The winner of this match and STILL OWF Caribbean Champion... RAAAAY LOOOOOPES! Kissens - What an incredible match! Dunn - I'm shocked he pulled it off. Falcoon - Both men deserved the win here, and even though I don't agree with Dude JoB's tactics he still deserves some commendment for his effort. Dunn - And he may just be on the receiving end of a still medical bill once he wakes up. The referee turns to the ropes and receives the belt from Missy, but Ray rolls outside and reaches under the ring. From there he pulls a singapore cane, which he brings with him as he rolls back into the ring favoring his back. Kissens - What the... Ray snaps and begins cracking away with the singapore cane across the lifeless body of Dude JoB. He leaves welts across his back with four straight shots -- and on the fifth the cane shatters into a thousand pieces. Falcoon - Lopes has lost it. Dunn - I like to see that! The fans don't know how to react as Ray turns around and grabs his Caribbean Championship -- which brings him the cheers he deserves. He walks out of the ring staring at Dude JoB, and heads up the ramp. Kissens - I think that was a message to Jesse. Dunn - Well, I don't like to see that. Falcoon - You're going to have to, because Jesse has Lopes next in line. Dunn - When it comes time for that, it will be too late to send messages. It will be time to deliver on them, and nobody is better at that than Jesse. Kissens - You may be right. We see Ray head through the curtains when the feed switches backstage. We are fixed on a concrete wall as we cut back. Kissens - Good work tech team! Just then from the left, Vacant of all people walks onto the screen in his trademark orange ski mask and trenchcoat. The crowd goes ballistic. Dunn - WHAT?! Falcoon - VACANT’S BACK! This is unreal! Dunn - He's here to further ruin Jesse's night. Great. A young boy approaches Vacant with a huge smile on his face. Boy - Vacant you’re back! Vacant - Ummmm, sure am! Gee willickers! Falcoon - Something seems fishy here. Dunn - Yeah, close your legs Jackie! Boy - When I grow up, I wanna be a wrestler just like you! Vacant - Aw shucks, well if you try hard enough, you can achieve ANYTHING! Boy - REALLY?! Thanks Vacant! Vacant - Yeah! Gimme five! Vacant puts his hand up… it’s a black hand. Boy - Wait a second, Vacant isn’t black! Not Vacant - Ummmm, I’ve got that thing Michael Jackson had… except the opposite of that. Boy - I know that voice! You’re Greg Jackson! Greg Jackson - Shut you little pig fucker or I’ll feed ya to The Tiger that’s chasing me! Boy - MOMMY!!! The boy runs off as Greg, wearing a Vacant Mask, walks away. As he turns around, he runs into The Tiger. Kissens - EEEEEEEE!!! Greg Jackson - EEEEEEEEE!!! Dunn - Weird. Behind The Tiger, Greg can see a referee keeping his distance. Greg is terrified, however, the Tiger seems much more pleasant this time around. It approaches Greg and licks his hand. The fans in the arena chant "Please don't die!" over and over, which resonates through the halls. Greg Jackson - Oh right, the mask… well you’re not so mean after all! You’re just a big softy! Greg waves the referee over. Greg begins to pet The Tiger, who loves every second of it. Greg moves down to pet The Tiger’s ribs, and as he expected, The Tiger rolls on his back for a belly rub. Greg scratches its belly feverishly to The Tiger’s enjoyment. Greg then lightly lays on the Tiger. 1... 2... 3! Kissens - THAT'S TWO!! The ref counts the pin and Greg jumps up in excitement! Dunn - Hey Gordie... Falcoon - Yeah? Dunn - What are you wearing to the funeral? Kissens - There's a funeral? Dunn - Yep, professional wrestling has officially passed away before our eyes. Greg Jackson - I DID IT! Fuck sakes, how did Vacant do it, this mask is so hot and sweaty… Greg whips his mask off and takes a breath of fresh air. Greg Jackson - That’s better. The Tiger - RAWR!!! Greg Jackson - SHIT! He flees the scene with The Tiger hot on his heels. Dunn - Can we go to break, I feel like crying. Kissens - Aw don't worry, Greg is fine. Dunn - Fuck Greg, and fuck you! Falcoon - Uh oh, we better take a break so someone can take their meds. Dunn - Yeah, god knows Jackie can't remember her birth control on her own. Kissens - You're a dick. The feed cuts out to black as we go to commercial.
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The cameras come back to life inside the arena, focused in on the announcers booth. Falcoon - You both okay now? Dunn - Just don't talk for a bit. Kissens - That won't be a problem, as we have a special guest in the ring. When we cut back to the ring, JC is standing in the middle of it, his theme song blaring in the background. Around him are various boxes in wrapping paper. The music dies down and JC prepares to speak. Falcoon - With quite the set-up for such a quick commercial. JC - As you all saw at Determined, I did not get my World title shot. The crowd cheers, as seeing JC in defeat is always a great moment for them. JC ignores it. JC - I'm sure you're as heartbroken as I am. But, the fact is that I pinned Porta Prince, my opponent for tonight, and then Jesse Williams. Before that, I yet again showed Greg Jackson, Chase Johnson and my brother why I am superior. A small, yet vocal chant for the defeated ex-president breaks out. JC again ignores the crowd. JC - But I'm not here to boast or gloat. There will be plenty of time for that when I beat El Plaga tonight and The Rogues retain our tag team belts. The real reason I'm out here is that last week was my brother Eric's birthday. JC motions towards the packages behind him. JC - What can I say, I forgot. So I'm going to make it right by throwing him a birthday bash, right here on OWF TV! The crowd cheers for GI, and JC motions for them to keep going. JC - Yeah! Go ahead, cheer for him! It's his celebration! In fact, I want him to come out here, so let's get a "GI" chant going! GI! GI! GI! The crowd is hesitant at first, but eventually gives in and starts chanting for GI. JC waits a few moments and finally GI steps out from the curtain to applause. He is dressed in his street clothes, and walks to the ring with no music. He climbs inside and stands right in his brother's face. JC has a smirk and hands him a microphone. GI - What do you want, Joe? JC - Isn't it obvious? It's time to celebrate your birthday! GI - Are you kidding me? I think all of these people know that this is just a trick to beat me down again. Where are the other Rogues, under the ring? JC - They're not here. I don't know what you are talking about. Come on, open your first gift! JC reaches over and grabs a box, then hands it to GI. GI looks concerned. JC - Go on, open it! GI, reluctantly opens the box, and reaches in to pull out a watch. Dunn - Well, maybe JC really does want to celebrate here! Kissens - I thought it was going to be another fireball. GI looks down at the watch and questions JC. JC - Normally they give watches out like this at retirement parties, but I thought that since your career will be over soon, you could use it more. The audience breaks out in boos and GI looks visibly annoyed. JC smirks and hands him another box. GI shoves it back to him and goes to leave. JC - No, wait, wait, stay. I'm just...kidding around! Here, open this one! JC shoves the box back into his brother's hands and starts opening it for him. GI, looking irritated, finishes it and pulls out a bottle of something. JC - Burn ointment! You know, just in case! The crowd boos again. Falcoon - Clearly, JC just set up this entire thing to mock his own brother. Dunn - Isn't it great? This time GI shoves his brother, and it's clear he's beginning to get angry. JC ignores the shove, and grabs the remaining box. It's much larger, almost half the size of GI. GI kicks it over, not wanting to be bothered. JC - Come on, this is the last gift! I worked hard to get you this one! JC's mock enthusiasm is not lost on the audience, who continue to boo him and chant for his brother. GI moves to the corner and sits. JC - Fine, I'll open it for you. JC walks over and opens the box, slowly. JC - I don't know about you, but the anticipation is killing me! JC reaches in the box and pulls out a giant photo of GI delivering the Lethal Dosage to Dude JoB from Determined. The crowd doesn't know what to make of it. JC - See, I was just joking with the other two, honest. But I thought maybe you'd want the highlight of your OWF career framed! Look at the detail here! DJ didn't know what hit him! JC backs up, allowing his brother to hold the picture up. GI looks at the picture, and then sets it down. He grabs his microphone again. GI - Okay, you got me. Where's the joke in this one? JC - No joke. Just thought you'd like that. Falcoon - Do you think he's serious? Kissens - I don't know, y'all. JC - I mean, it was a pretty big moment for you. Sure you lost the match, but you didn't get pinned! You got to give out some damage. So I gave you this. GI holds up the picture again, looking at it, and JC backs up and then delivers a big boot, through the picture and into GI's face. Falcoon - Oh come on! The crowd begins to boo as JC pulls out his leg from the frame and tosses the destroyed picture aside. GI is holding his mouth on the mat and JC drags him to his feet, then up into a fireman's carry. He carries his brother over to the table where the gifts were, swings him around and spinebusters him through the table. Dunn - Solitiare Unraveling through the table! GI lays in a heap in the broken table and JC grabs all of the "gifts" and throws them on his unconscious brother. He picks up his microphone again. JC - Happy Birthday, Eric. Really. I mean it. Now if you don't want attacks like this continue...do yourself a favor and quit. This is MY company. JC tosses down the microphone and leaves the ring. Kissens - JC is just continuing his brutal ways. Dunn - He's a man on a mission here. Falcoon - He has very high hopes for himself. Dunn - And he can back up his hopes by being as good as he is. The fans jeer him as he mocks them all. Falcoon - One this is for sure, The Rogues are making statements here tonight. Kissens - But they are just saying the same thing -- this is their federation. Dunn - And do we have any evidence to prove them wrong? Falcoon - Not really. Dunn - Thank you. As JC heads up the ramp, the cameras cut to the back as we find Garrett Greene standing at the buffet table in the catering room. He stands talking to a random member of security when someone flashes by on the screen. Garrett takes note of the person and interrupts his conversation as he leaves the room in pursuit of the figure. The camera man catches up outside, and sees President Specter walking back towards his makeshift office with Garrett trying to get the hot scoop. Garrett Greene - Specter! Specter! Specter ignores Garrett and starts walking a bit faster. Garrett Greene - President Specter, please! Greene picks up his pace to try to keep up with the current President, but Specter keeps walking on. Garrett Greene - Can you just answer if you have accepted Jesse's challenge? Specter stops dead in his tracks while keeping his back to Greene. He turns around and looks at Garrett over his shoulder, but remains silent as he walks away. Garrett takes the hint and doesn't follow him. Dunn - Ha! We may not even have a match. Falcoon - Maybe Specter wants to keep the power he has. Kissens - May do more for him than a win over Jesse, y'all. Greene sulks his head and turns himself around to find Jesse standing right behind him. Jesse Williams - Well? Garrett Greene - Well what? Jesse Williams - What did he say? Garrett Greene - Nothing, he didn't say anything. Williams smirks and looks down to the concrete floor. Jesse Williams - I told you to find out if he's accepting, and you tell me he said nothing? Garrett Greene - Exactly. Williams nods up and down. Jesse Williams - You disappoint me. With a swift movement, Jesse nails a high kick across the left side of Garrett's face -- knocking him out cold. He falls to the ground, convulsing from being unconscious as Jesse spits on him. Jesse Williams - Never send a boy to do a man's job. I'll just have to find out for myself. Williams walks off, with the camera focusing on Garrett Greene before cutting back to the announcers booth. Falcoon - What a cold act by Jesse. Dunn - Greene wasn't doing his job. Kissens - He didn't deserve to be harmed! Dunn - Maybe he did. Falcoon - Either way, he isn't any closer to finding out Specter's decision. Kissens - Which makes it a pointless attack. Dunn - You say tomato, I say deserved. Falcoon - You're an idiot. The commentators stop their bickering once they notice Missy Janson stand up from her seat at ringside, with a microphone in her hand. The camera follows her movements away from the time keepers table, and towards the ring. Dunn - I'm not an idiot, because I know that this next match is going to be a one of a kind battle. Falcoon - That's the smartest thing you've said all night. Kissens - And will say, I'm willing to bet. Dunn - Oh you're one to talk. She approaches the steel ring steps and carefully skips all the way up onto the ring apron. She pauses to gain her balance while parting the ropes, then once her feet are steady she pushes herself into the ring. Falcoon - El Plaga has to win here tonight to re-establish some kind of momentum in the tag division. Dunn - In all honesty, there may not be a better team to hold the titles. Kissens - The Rogues are through and through made for dominance, y'all. Falcoon - We're gonna find if they can outlast their opponents here. She immediately heads to the center of the ring with the crowd incredibly excited for the next match. Missy Janson - The next matchup of the night is a tag team match and it is scheduled for a one fall with a sixty minute time limit -- and it is for the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Championships! The fans jump to their feet, extremely excited for the next contest. Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, from Manugua, Nicaragua and Haiti, respectfully. The team of Vernon Somoza and Porta Prince -- 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? 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. Missy Janson - And their opponents -- Coming to the ring first, from Jersey City, New Jersey... He is the OWF Tears Tag Team Champion... Here is JC! Lights flash then dim, and "Wherein Lies Continue" by Slipknot fills the speakers. The lights all go out and only a spotlight shines on Joe, who comes to the ring with the OWF Tears Title over his left shoulder, and without any friendly movements or acknowledgment of the fans, who are booing him. PA system - Thou shalt not Kill your fathers - destroy another life He climbs up to the turnbuckle, puts his hands in a clasp above his head and brings them down, still clasped, to chest-level. The ending's the same He climbs down, glares at the audience and warms up for his match. Falcoon - JC has had a lot to say so far tonight. Kissens - Hopefully his actions speak louder than his words, y'all. Dunn - At least for his sake. JC's music fades out and Missy lifts the microphone back up to her mouth. Missy Janson - And the second member making up the team of the Rogues, from Pittsburgh, Pennslyvania... He is the OWF Blood Tag Team Champion... "The Son of a Bitch" Trent Steel! PA System - Now you're messing with a son of a bitch. With a wide smile upon his face, Trent Steel walks through the curtains glances at the ring while his music blares loudly -- with his OWF Blood Tag Title over his right shoulder. The fans give him a very mixed reaction as they see him. He takes slow steps as he walks down the ramp and approaches the ring. Trent keeps the anticipation at an all time high as he plays mindgames with his opponent by taking so long to get the ring. Steel slides under the bottom rope, positioning himself in the ring before pushing himself up onto his feet next to JC. Dunn - This is their first defense as a team since March, I believe. Falcoon - They've had individual defenses though. Trent's music fades out, as the referee approaches and grabs the Championships from both men. He holds them high in the middle of the ring, then hands them off to Missy on her way out of the ring. Kissens - This is surely going to be a task. Dunn - Especially since El Plaga is the team they dethroned for the belts. Once Missy is seated, the referee calls for the bell. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Porta Prince and Trent Steel start out as the legal men in the match, while their partners step out onto the ring apron -- taking their positions in their respective corners. A loud chant of "Fuck 'em up Porta, fuck 'em up!" starts, which Porta eggs on by flapping his arms up and down. Steel grows enraged at the chant, and begins circling the ring -- forcing Porta to do the same in the opposite direction. The two men slow grow closer and eventually meet up in the center of the ring, locking up in a tight collar and elbow tie up. The two competitors struggle to gain control of the grapple, with Porta overpowering the smaller Trent Steel after a few moments. He pushes Steel backwards against the ring ropes, and keeps him pressed firmly upom them as the referee steps in to break the grapple. Porta obliges before the referee even has to begin his count to separate the two men -- holding his hands high above his head while backpeddling to the center of the ring. Prince waits there as he motions for Steel to come towards him, which he does the moment he pushes himself off of the ropes. The two tie up again, with the same result occuring as Porta pushes Trent backwards into one of the corners this time. Again he walks away from Steel, and eggs him to bring it on. A furious Trent Steel pushes himself out of the corner and sprints directly at Porta -- who holds his ground and tucks his arms under the armpits of Steel. He quickly tosses Trent over his head with a release belly to belly suplex, sending Steel flying through the air and crashing down to the mat. Porta is able to get himself right up from his back, rolling to his feet and approaching Steel who still lays prone on his back. Porta bends himself forward and quickly peels Trent up from the mat, choosing to press him back-first against the nearest set of ring ropes. He grabs a hold of Steel's right wrist and irish whips him off the ropes, but somehow Trent is able to reverse the whip -- swinging his body around and flinging Porta straight at him. With an open left hand, Steel smacks Porta across his right cheek -- knocking him for a loop as the fans all hoot and holler. Falcoon - What disrespect! Dunn - But it had to hurt more than Porta's pride. Prince straightens himself up, holding the right side of his face as he stands before Trent. He grows enraged and rushes Trent -- pushing him all the way across the ring, and into his corner. With Porta so mad, and the fact that Somoza is right in front of the action, the referee follows both men and immediately gets between the two. While the referee dips his shoulder into the stomach of Porta Prince and pushes him backwards a bit, Trent flings his right arm backwards and connects with the bridge of Vernon Somoza's nose. Upon contact, Trent rushes past the referee who turns around to see Somoza enter the ring with the intentions of harming Trent Steel. The referee rushes across the ring and grabs a hold of Somoza, while Porta nails a sharp forearm to an unsuspecting Trent Steel -- dropping him to the canvas. He stares down at his opponent, while unbeknownst to him we see JC step over the top rope and enter the ring. Vernon tries to warn the referee and Porta Prince of JC, but neither pay attention to him. Kissens - JC wants to do some damage to Porta. Dunn - And Somoza may have just allowed that. Falcoon - Turn around Porta! Dunn - If he can't hear Somoza or the crowd, he can't hear you jackass. JC remains in his corner, waiting for Porta to turn around. After a hard stomp to the mat by JC, Porta turns his attention towards him while JC rushes directly at him. He extends his right foot up towards the face of Porta, looking for the Big Boot of Death. Somehow, Porta catches his leg while the referee finally gets Somoza to begin leaving the ring. The fans go nuts as Porta blocks the attempt, but from behind he is chopblocked behind his right knee by a diving Trent Steel -- forcing him to release JC's leg, and sending him collapsing to all fours. JC quickly leaves the ring, as the referee turns around to find both Steel and Prince on the mat.
Kissens - I hate to say it, but they're a really good team y'all. Dunn - That's why they are the champs. Trent slowly lifts himself up from the mat and stares down at Porta who is clutching his right leg. Looking to capitalize, Trent gets to his feet and grabs a hold of the right boot of Porta Prince -- bending it up towards his back as Porta lays on his stomach. Trent places his right foot on the back of Porta's leg and lifts it up into the air -- only to stomp down with his right leg, crushing the knee of Porta upon the canvas. He rolls around in a good bit of pain while Steel follows only a step or two behind, waiting until Porta ends up on his back. Once there, Steel reaches down and lifts Porta's right leg from the canvas -- immediately wrapping both of his own legs around it, locking in a leg grapevine. With Trent tucking the foot of his opponent under his right arm, Porta is left immobile and forced to endure the pain of the submission hold. While the referee checks on Porta's condition, Trent keeps wrenching backwards -- bending Porta's knee at an angle that is hard to comprehend. Prince sits up and tries to pry Trent's legs off of his, but it is no use as he winces and yells in pain. After a few moments he collapses to his back and extends both of his hands over his head -- trying to reach for his partner, who is way too far away. As Steel applies more torque to the leg, Prince shifts his sights towards the ring ropes which are considerably closer than Vernon Somoza's outstretched arm. Prince pulls his arms to his sides and digs his fingertips into the canvas, using them to begin his travels to the ropes. His considerable upper body strength allows him to begin dragging Trent along the ring, although he doesn't relinquish his hold one bit. The fans begin stomping their feet and clapping their hands, trying to will Porta to the ropes. He pulls himself within a few feet and he falls flat to his back to extend both of his hands over his head. His finger tips touch the ropes, but just as he inches a bit closer with both his hands open -- JC slips into the ring and rushes towards the action, swinging his left leg around and driving his bent left elbow down into the exposed sternum of Porta. Dunn - The Rogues are working well together. Falcoon - They are pushing their luck if you ask me. Dunn - Well, I didn't. Kissens - Tonight may just be another demonstration of their dominance. The fans boo as Trent releases the hold while Porta coughs violently. The referee stands up and warns JC, pushing him all the way back to his corner while admonishing him. Trent returns to a standing position and grabs both feet of Porta -- using his hold to drag him back into the center of the ring. Once there he wishbones the legs of his opponent, and dives down with his right arm extended -- dropping his elbow to the inside of Porta's exposed thigh. As Porta screams in pain, Trent bends Prince's right leg back and wraps both of his legs around his ankle. He keeps the leg lock on, as Prince sits up and pounds the mat in pain. Steel forces him to lay back down as he pounds away with hammer fists to the right knee cap of Prince. He is unable to move in any direction and looks around to try to look for a way out -- but finds none as Steel just tightens the hold. Trying his damnedest to free himself, Porta sits up and digs all of his fingers into Trent's face. As he gouges away, Trent doesn't release his leg but the referee is forced to step in and begin a manditory five count to break Porta's tactics. 1... 2... 3... 4... Porta finally lets go as to not get disqualified, falling down into the submission hold again. The fans all sigh, and Vernon Somoza begins to grow incredibly restless on the outside. Kissens - Trent is really working that leg, y'all. Dunn - It's smart since he gives up so much size. Falcoon - And when JC gets in there, he won't be giving up size -- but Porta's knee will be damaged. Porta leans forward again, and thrusts his head forward into the back of Trent's head. Steel is dazed, as is Porta -- who slams his forehead into the base of Trent's skull yet again. Trent's limbs begin to lose a bit of power, with both competitors on the verge of collapsing to the canvas. A third headbutt finally free's Porta, but he is unable to move out from under Steel who has collapsed on top of him. The crowd explodes into a brief excitement, followed by a disappointment of seeing Porta still in a load of trouble -- stranded in the middle of the ring. The first to start moving is Trent Steel, who crawls off towards his own corner and the outstretched hand of JC. With little hassle he is able to make his way across the ring, while Porta just begins to shuffle his body over the canvas. Somoza is going nuts on the outside, dying to get into the ring as Steel dives and tags the hand of JC -- sending him into the ring as Steel rolls under the bottom rope. He rushes across the ring as Porta reaches towards Somoza's hand, with JC ignoring Porta completely. He extends his right foot up to the face of Vernon Somoza, and destroys him with a huge running big boot -- propelling him backwards off of the apron, and into the steel barricade. Kissens - Oh my, Big Boot of Death on Somoza! Dunn - Jesus! I didn't know he could fly like that. Falcoon - Oh, he's soaring right now. Upon impact, Somoza is checked on by Stephanie while JC turns his attention to Porta. He bends over, but Prince extends his arms upward and hooks the head of JC -- rolling him down to the mat with a small package. The referee dives in to make the count... 1... 2... JC kicks out and immediately rolls to his feet while Porta just begins to sit up. He lays Prince back out with a sharp shin kick across his chest, drawing the ire from the crowd. A very fast-paced JC reaches down and grabs Porta by his head -- dragging him up to his feet. At this time Stephanie turns her attention back to the ring, watching as JC pushes Porta back against the ropes. He tosses him off of the ropes with an irish whip, but out of desperation Porta reverses it and throws JC across the ring. Prince collapses to the mat, with the referee glancing at him to make sure he is okay while JC turns and hits the ropes -- only to have his feet grabbed by Stephanie from outside of the ring. This stops JC against the ropes and he turns around to reach over them, and grab a hold of Stephanie by her hair. Porta sees this and rushes back to his feet before sprinting behind JC. He quickly wraps both of his arms around JC's abdomen in a reverse waist lock which causes him to release Stephanie. A moment later Porta tosses JC over his head with a release german suplex -- sending him crashing down on the back of his head. As Porta lands on his back he glances to his corner, only to see no Somoza still, and turns his attention back to JC who already has gotten up to his knees with the help of the ropes. Way ahead of schedule we see Porta begin pushing himself up into a seated position, all the while with his eyes over his shoulder watching JC return to his feet. As he does he hangs over the top rope and locks eyes with Prince, who slowly rolls up to a crouched position before bounding up to his feet to confront JC. The two large men look as if they are going to lock up, but JC strikes Porta with a strong right forearm to Prince's left temple. The shot staggers him, but Prince fires back with a snapping european uppercut to the jaw of JC -- backing him off for a moment. The two continue to square off as JC brings a blatant closed fist to the bridge of Porta Prince's nose, with Porta not even flinching until after he nails a short left jab to the mouth of his opponent. A bit of blood emerges from the faces of both men, but neither slow down as JC swings his right knee up into the abdomen of Porta. Although the blow hits, Porta grabs JC under his knee and keeps him hopping on his left. He takes a few moments to collect himself, before spinning JC around by his leg. The moment he releases JC, he spins around clockwise while Porta turns himself counterclockwise. The two men complete full turns, with Prince laying out for a devastating spinning clothesline -- laying both men out on the canvas, with the fans going absolutely nuts. Dunn - Somoza needs to get back on the apron. Falcoon - Porta can't last that long, even if Stephanie helps out again. Kissens - She better be careful. JC and Steel aren't anyone to mess with. Falcoon - That's true. But so far, Porta has been isolated and is being broken down. Porta rolls off of JC, so now both men are laying flat on their backs. The fans break out into a chant of "Porta! Porta!", trying to rally behind him -- while Vernon Somoza finally picks himself back up onto the apron, holding his jaw as he stands himself up. He calls to Porta and begins slapping the top turnbuckle pad in unison with the claps and chants of the fans. Porta rolls over onto his stomach while JC begins dragging himself towards his corner -- with both Steel and Somoza looking for the tag. Prince inches closer, while JC is just a few feet from making the tag to Trent as he gets up to all fours. The fans are on the edge of their seats as JC easily tags in Trent Steel, who slingshots himself over the top rope towards Porta. Prince lays out, but is just short as Trent grabs a hold of his right leg. Dunn - Trent is in! Falcoon - And he's stopping Porta again! Prince yells in pain, but keeps trying to make the tag -- with Somoza stretching as far as he is allowed. Trent begins dragging Porta back, with Prince rolling over onto his back and bringing his left knee up to his chest. He kicks it upward and pushes Trent off of him, giving him a bit of a break as he drags himself towards his corner. He dives and tags in Somoza, as the roof nearly blows off the Providence Civic Center. Kissens - Porta makes the tag! Falcoon - Here comes an energized Somoza! Vernon enters the ring and runs at a charging Trent Steel, knocking him down with a shoulder charge. For good measure Vernon runs at JC who is just getting up on the apron, and knocks him to the concrete floor with a stiff forearm. He immediately turns back towards Trent who has gotten back to his feet, and knocks him down with a running elbow strike. Steel again rolls right back to his feet, but Vernon is right there to pick him up by his thighs -- before laying out, and delivering a thunderous spinebuster on Steel. The electricity in the building is unbelievable as Somoza bounces up to his feet and responds to the crowd with a blood curdling yell. Falcoon - Somoza is in the zone!! Dunn - He's scaring me. Kissens - Imagine what he's doing to Steel, y'all! Vernon doesn't waste any time as he reaches down and grabs Trent Steel by his hair to slowly drag him off of the canvas. He gets Steel up to his feet and leads him into the nearest neutral corner -- laying both of Trent's arms over the top rope. Somoza brings his index finger on his left hand to his lips, motioning for the crowd to quiet down. Then, with an open right hand, he cracks Steel with a knife edge chop -- with the sound resonating throughout the arena. The fans cheer for the brutal strike, while Somoza dips his shoulder into the stomach of Trent -- and lifts him to a seated position on the top rope. Vernon begins to join him by stepping up to the middle rope with both of his feet, and grabbing Steel in a front face lock. At that moment, JC picks himself up onto the apron on the same side of the ring and rushes across it to crack Somoza in the lower back with a sharp elbow. The referee yells at JC to back off, but the damage is done as Steel is able to easily kick Somoza down to his back in the ring. With Trent sitting on the top rope, he chooses to leap from the second set of ropes to inflict as much pain as possible. As he lays out, Vernon rolls to his right and avoids a diving headbutt from Trent -- bringing a loud ovation from the crowd. Trent scurries back to his corner and tags in a waiting JC, who enters the ring with a look of pure rage across his face. The two big men stare at each other from a distance, while Somoza picks himself from the mat to get to eye-level with his adversary. They inch closer and closer, talking smack to one another until one of them crosses the line. It is unknown who, but JC is the first to strike as he nails Somoza with a hard headbutt that staggers him a bit -- but leaves JC unphased. He presses forward and hits Vernon with a sharp boot to the gut, doubling him over for a moment. With Vernon Somoza bent forward, JC steps forward and brings his right knee up into the face of Somoza -- who is able to catch JC's leg at the last moment. He uses his grasp to manuever himself behind him -- grabbing a hold of both of JC's arms and rolling him down to the mat with a rolling backslide. The referee dives in to make the count. 1... JC's momentum gets him into a reverse somersault and he rolls up to a crouched position while Somoza pushes himself up from his knees. The second both of them lock eyes, JC runs at Somoza with his right arm extended looking for a clothesline -- but Vernon is able to duck underneath. He then breaks off into a full sprint at the ropes, turning to bounce off of them back-first and head back at JC. He turns himself to face the charging Somoza, but is unable to avoid a vicious clothesline that drops JC hard to the mat. Kissens - Vernon Somoza has single handedly turned the tide of this match. Falcoon - Porta showed true heart, and Vernon is holding up his end of the deal. Vernon takes a breather as he drops to his knees, having exerted a lot of energy in his short time in the ring. Meanwhile, JC holds his jaw in a load of pain while rolling onto his right side. Porta stares into the ring and starts clapping for Vernon, with the fans joining in with a chant of "Somoza! Somoza!". He gets his second wind and gets up to his feet, reaching down and grabbing JC around his head. He drags him upward and locks him in a front face lock, when Steel breaks into the ring and nails Vernon with a roundhouse kick -- nearly knocking him unconscious. Porta has had enough and he gets into the ring -- breaking into a sprint and tackling Trent Steel to the outside of the ring. The fans go absolutely crazy as the two fight on the outside, while Somoza and JC remain the legal men -- and remain laid out. Falcoon - This one is going to break down real quick. The fans watch as Porta and Trent begin trading blows as the two begin to return to their feet. The referee keeps watch of them on the outside, but keeps glancing back to the legal men who are just beginning to stir. Somoza shakes his head while JC gets up to his knees, and keeps moving himself away from Vernon. JC is first back to his feet, but he steps back to watch as Porta gets an advantage on Trent on the outside -- knocking him down with a hard right elbow. JC now heads to that side of the ring and reaches through the ring ropes to grab Porta, while the referee checks on Somoza who has a hold of the referee's shirt. This allows Stephanie to rush across the ring, with one of her high heels in hand -- which she uses to crack JC right across his temple. As he staggers back into the ring Vernon releases the referee and rushes up behind JC, rolling his dazed opponent into a pinning perdictament. Dunn - That's so cheap! Falcoon - We have new champions! 1... 2... JC kicks out a moment before the three count, with the fans in attendance sighing in disbelief. Meanwhile, Steel has gotten back up to his feet and watches Porta talking with Stephanie. Prince has his back to Trent, who jumps into the air and nails a dropkick to the back of his head. Porta is sent forward into Stephanie, knocking her to the concrete where she hits her head. Kissens - Uh oh, she could be hurt. Prince looks down at Stephanie and tries to wake her, while Trent steps up onto the ring apron. By that time, Somoza has seen what happened and approaches the ropes. The two lock up briefly, but Trent Steel grabs Vernon behind the back of his head and guillotines him over the top rope. He staggers backwards with both of his hands grasped around his throat, while JC pushes himself back up a bit too early. JC stumbles to Somoza and tucks his head between his legs -- then bends forward to hook his arms under Somoza's, and then behind his thighs. He picks him up, and sits out -- nailing a perfect package piledriver that shakes the entire ring. Dunn - The Answer! The Answer! JC takes a few seconds as Trent takes his position in his corner, watching JC roll onto Somoza's chest. The referee dives in to make the count. Falcoon - That's it. 1... 2... thr-- kickout! Kissens - What the! The crowd explodes as Somoza somehow gets himself out from under JC. Both Trent and JC look on in disbelief as Porta finally turns away from Stephanie, as he is joined by EMT's. He slides into the ring and immediately rushes towards Trent and grabs him behind his ears -- lifting him over the top rope and into the ring. Dunn - Somehow Somoza kicked out... and now Porta wants revenge on Steel. Falcoon - I'm shocked. Prince limps as he mounts down over Steel and begins pummeling him with straight right hands. The referee watches this and warns Porta, who pushes the referee backwards and goes back to Steel -- who pokes Porta in the eye, forcing him to stand up while clutching his face. Meanwhile JC gets up to his feet and approaches Porta from behind -- kicking out his right leg, and sending him flat to his back. A dazed Somoza looks on and begins pushing himself up, as the fans watch in horror of what may happen to him. The referee ushers Trent out of the ring, while Porta rolls outside on his own. JC spins to see Somoza on his stomach, but having difficulty getting up from there. He approaches slowly and grabs Somoza by his hair -- dragging him up, and again tucking his head between his legs. Kissens - No! Not again! A burst of adrenaline allows Somoza to power out of it by back body dropping JC so far that he hits the top rope behind them, and tumbles to the concrete floor in front of the announcers table. Falcoon - Holy... jesus... Vernon stands himself up as JC looks a little shaken and begins getting up with help from the announcers table. As he locks eyes with JC, Somoza breaks off across the ring and turns to hit the ropes with his back. He is propelled off of them and sprints back towards the side of the ring that JC is on the outside of -- and dives through the top and middle rope. He cocks his right arm and lays JC out with a diving forearm strike -- sending both men to the floor with a huge roar coming from the standing crowd. Dunn - What a dive!! Kissens - That is so much force coming right into JC's face! Somoza wastes no time as he finds himself on top of JC, and grabs a hold of his head -- starting to lead him up to his feet. At this point his is unaware of Trent Steel who has run across his side of the apron to the turnbuckle nearest to the action. Falcoon - Now Trent's gonna fly! Steel leaps off of the top as both men get to their feet, and twists his body around in many rotations before crashing down onto both his partner and one of his opponents. Dunn - This is crazy! Kissens - Should we bail, y'all? Falcoon - And give up these seats? No way. All three men lay on the floor, holding various parts of their bodies as the referee leaves the ring to check on them instead of beginning to count them out. The atmosphere inside of the arena is unparalleled at this point in the night, as the fans cheer for the great contest. While the referee checks on the three men, Steel begins to stir and tries to revive his partner. He is successful and pulls him up to his feet, with both men turning their attention to Somoza who is slow to get back up. Again, all three men are unaware to the fourth member of the match -- as we see a limping Porta Prince climb up onto the ring apron adjacent to the side of the ring all of the other competitors are on. He walks slowly around the turnbuckle, and reaches the same side -- taking a deep breath as JC and Steel pick Vernon up to his knees. Falcoon - What's Porta doing! Out of the corner of his eye the referee sees Porta start to run along the apron and he steps back -- nearly falling on his behind. JC and Steel see Porta and drop Vernon, but it is too late as Porta flips off of the apron and takes both men down with a somersault dive. All four men lay down on the outside, with the fans shaking the arena to its foundation. Dunn - This is just insane. Really, it is. Kissens - OWF Action -- there's nothing like it. The referee stands over all four competitors, and shakes his head in disbelief. They all begin to move at around the same time, with both teams choosing to regroup with one another. Steel uses the announcers table to get himself back up to his feet, watching as Porta and Somoza head towards the ring on all fours. JC gets up to his knees, using the table as well to pull himself up next to his partner. They both struggle to regain their breath while Vernon Somoza and Porta Prince pick themselves up, and slide back into the ring. The referee joins them inside, and gets Porta to get back outside the ring and get in his corner. Outside the ring, Steel hops up to his position while JC gets back in by climbing onto the apron -- and then stepping over the ropes. Again Somoza and JC find themselves as the legal men with each of their partners waiting patiently on the outside of the ring. Instead of going after Somoza, JC waits for him to come towards him. As Vernon reaches JC, he steps back and tags in Trent Steel -- as Vernon takes a step back, hoping not to confront both men at once. He avoids it by backpeddling across the ring with Trent in hot pursuit -- with Somoza waiting for JC to vacate the ring before he takes on Steel. As he does, Vernon steps forward and decks Trent with a swinging right elbow that knocks him to the canvas in one motion. With his adrenaline doing the work for him, Steel bounces right up from his back and heads back at Vernon Somoza -- who twirls around, and brings the back side of his closed fist across the right cheek of Steel. He collapses to his knees from the spinning backfist, with Somoza measuring him up as he stands just in front of Trent. He rushes forward and looks to bring his right knee up into Trent's face, but he lays flat to his back and forces Vernon to miss with his strike attempt. As he follows through, Trent uses this time to get up to his feet while Somoza recollects himself. Trent gets back up, and immediately leaps into the air as Somoza spins around -- driving both of his boots squarely into his face with a dropkick, knocking Somoza down to his behind upon the canvas. Trent is barely able to push himself off of the mat with his own power, while Somoza's head and neck are incredibly damaged from his earlier encounter with JC. He remains in a prone position covering his head with both of his arms while Steel staggers towards him, and reaches down to grab a hold of his right arm. Using all of his might, Trent lifts Vernon up from his seat on the mat and picks him up onto his feet. He presses both of his hands upon Somoza's chest and begins pushing him backwards to corner him against the ropes. With the bigger man being pinned there, Steel is able to unload a series of combination strikes -- starting with a right hand, then a left, and rounding it out with a shin kick across Somoza's lower abdomen. Once gaining the advantage over Vernon, Trent grabs Somoza by his left arm and pulls him from ropes -- and into a sprint with an irish whip across the ring. Falcoon - Trent is really trying hard to get a big advantage over Somoza while he can. Dunn - I can't blame him. Trent's the smallest guy in this match. Kissens - Yeah, he has to do something y'all. Falcoon - Well watch and maybe you'll see something -- as Trent is doing incredibly well in hanging with El Plaga. Vernon heads across the ring and hits the opposite set of ropes back-first, and speeds back towards Trent who is awaiting him in the middle of the ring. Trent Steel leapfrogs over Vernon Somoza, who now rushes back at the ropes from which he was thrown from. Steel lands on his feet and turns himself around to watch Vernon as he hits the ropes -- but hooks both of his arms over the top rope, and brings himself to a stop. As Steel realizes that Somoza has countered his attempt, Trent charges at him with all intentions of knocking Somoza over the top rope. Unfortunately for him, as he reaches Somoza he dips his shoulder down and tucks it into the gut of the sprinting Trent Steel. He uses Trent's own momentum to back body drop him over the top rope -- but somehow Steel is able to grab a hold of the top rope during his flight, and swings himself to a standing position on the outside apron. As Somoza stands up straight he is caught with a sharp right forearm to the back of his head which knocks him forward and off of the ropes. He stumbles to the center of the ring and slowly turns himself around -- while Steel grabs a hold of the top rope, and uses them to springboard up to the top rope. As he gains his footing there for a second he leaps off and extends his right arm as he leaps directly at Somoza. When he makes contact, Vernon is able to catch Trent around his midsection -- and without hesitation execute a sambo suplex, dumping Trent right down onto his head as Somoza falls exhausted right next to him. Both JC and Porta Prince extend their arms into the ring, looking to get a tag from their worn down partners. Neither Trent Steel or Vernon Somoza make any movements after they hit the canvas -- with the fans on the edge of their seats with anticipation. The referee steps in to check on both men, who are conscious enough to tell him to get lost. The first to start moving is Somoza, who flops over onto his stomach and locks eyes with Porta Prince. He drags his nearly lifeless body along the mat, inching towards his corner while Trent slowly comes back to his senses as he stares to his corner. The rabid fans cheer on Somoza, trying to will him into getting towards Prince any faster than he currently is. The referee keeps looking back and forth, watching both legal men as they put more feet of distance between themselves as they drag onwards to their respective corners. Vernon is able to get within arm's reach, but chooses to push himself up to his knees to ease the task of making the tag -- while Steel remains crawling on his stomach, making good progress towards JC. The anticipation grows with every passing second as Somoza and Prince both extend their arms fully -- and slap hands, making the tag to a huge ovation. Porta steps through the ropes, while Somoza drops back down to his stomach and rolls under the bottom rope to lay on the outside apron. Prince tries to rush across the ring to prevent Steel from tagging in JC, but he is too late as Trent is able to tag JC just by the fingertips of his hand -- stopping Porta in his tracks, as he waits in the middle of the ring for JC to join him there. Falcoon - Porta and JC are about to lock horns. Dunn - These two men are going to rip each other apart. Kissens - Or rip apart whatever is left of each other. Falcoon - Jackie is right -- all four competitors have to be tired at this point. Dunn - A true champion never gets blown up during a match. Kissens - And you'd know, right Mr. LillyAss? Dunn - Rig-- I mean, fuck you. He enters the ring over the top rope yet again and slowly walks towards the center of the ring to join Porta in a staredown, while Steel pulls himself to the outside of the ring. Both Porta Prince and JC stand nose to nose, waiting for the other to make the first move. Porta does so with a sharp elbow strike to the chin of JC, while he retaliates with a sharp boot to the midsection. Both men shrug off the blows they individually traded, and lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up. JC gets the upper hand and forces Porta down to his weakend right knee, keeping him there as he applies more and more pressure as time goes on. With the fans firmly behind him, a rejuvenated Porta Prince bursts back up to his feet -- and now turns the tables on JC, as he now forces the big man down to his right knee. Prince is able to keep JC there for only a few seconds as he too is able to push himself out of it, as he returns to his feet and the two men remain tangled up. They circle around the middle of the ring a bit, with neither really gaining an advantage as the fans hush down to a whisper as they watch intently. Soon both men realize neither is going to gain an advantage this way, and at nearly the same moment they fling their right knees up into each others abdomens. As the two strikes find their mark, neither is able to gain a clear advantage -- with both resting and trying to regain the breath that was knocked from their lungs. The crowd is starting to grow restless as they remain unable to figure out who will come out of this encounter on top. Finally Porta bends his left leg around behind JC and trips him up, sending him flat to his back with Porta crashing down on top of him. He immediately begins pounding away at the face of JC, pummeling him with furious forearm and elbow strikes from his cocked right arm. Within a few seconds the referee steps in to pull Porta off of his adversary, which he doesn't take kindly to -- but obliges anyways in the fear of getting disqualified. He steps off of JC as the referee keeps a hold of him and pushes him back, warning him verbally while JC is able to regain a bit of his composure during the break. After a few passing seconds, the referee steps away and allows Porta to head back to JC -- who lays in wait for Prince. As he reaches him and bends down to pick him up, JC grabs a hold of Porta's head and rolls him over to the canvas with a small package. The referee is right there to drop to the mat to make the count. 1... 2... Porta Prince rolls through the pinning perdicament and gets back up to a standing position with his back to JC who remains on the mat. As he stands he sees Steel has gotten back up to his feet, and is already perching himself on the top rope. Falcoon - Steel's gonna fly! Steel leaps and heads for Porta, who avoids a double axe handle with a sharp elbow to the stomach. Vernon Somoza now enters the ring, watching JC get back up to his feet. He waits for JC to turn around and runs straight at JC, who avoids a clothesline as JC heads forward towards Porta. He hooks JC's extended right arm and butterflies it behind his back, taking hold of the other arm as well as he looks for a tiger suplex. Unfortunately, Somoza takes this as a hint to hit JC while Porta holds him and runs straight at him. With his last chance fleeting, JC pulls his arms free and avoids a thrusting right elbow that connects with Porta's face and knocks him backwards into the corner. Vernon looks at his fallen partner as the fans gasp, but he seems to be okay -- while everyone seems to forget about JC as he returns to his feet. From behind he heads at Vernon, but somehow avoids being struck -- while Porta steps out of the corner and boots JC right in the gut. He bends him over and tucks his head between his legs while Somoza takes the time to rush across the ring and boot Steel from the ring. He then turns back to the corner that Porta's back is in and heads to the apron on the outside -- rushing to the corner as he begins heading to the top rope. Falcoon - They're going for The Incision! Kissens - That's gonna be it! The fans all rise to their feet as Vernon perches himself on the top, and a moment later as Porta swings JC up onto his shoulders in a powerbomb position. Falcoon - He's up! Out of nowhere, Trent Steel rushes into the ring and crawls on his stomach due to the pain -- only getting up to his knees to dive at Porta's legs. He chopblocks him, causing him to fall flat to his back while JC crashes down sitting on top of Porta's chest. Dunn - Steel with the save for his team! Vernon looks to get down but Trent pulls himself up and pushes Vernon from the top rope, and sends him flipping to his back in the middle of the ring. The referee slides in upon his stomach as JC hooks Porta's right leg with his right arm -- and unbeknownst to the referee pulls the middle rope upward to push down further on Porta's chest. Kissens - He has the ropes!! 1... 2... 3! Missy Janson - The winners of this match... AND STILL OWF BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... Trent Steel and JC -- THEEEE ROOOGUES! Dunn - Rogues win! The crowd boo's as loud as they have all night, as the belts are given back to JC and Trent Steel who roll out of the ring exhausted. Falcoon - I really thought El Plaga had them for a moment there. Dunn - Close, but no cigar. Kissens - What a contest, though. Even if he used the ropes! Dunn - Pft, I didn't see it and neither did the referee. Therefore it didn't happen in my book. The Rogues begin to stagger to their feet, and begin moving up the ramp together while El Plaga recovers in the ring. Falcoon - El Plaga may get another shot down the road, but they have to find a different way of attacking this team. Dunn - That's been the story of this feud. Kissens - Hopefully they come back stronger next time, y'all. The feed cuts backstage as we see Jesse Williams completely dressed in his wrestling gear, stretching himself out while pacing around his locker room. A knock is heard at his door, which he ignores at first. The second one is a tad harder, which allows the anger to brew inside of him. Jesse Williams - WHAT? We hear the door open and in walks Coca-Cola Kid. Coca-Cola Kid - Hey dude, chill out- have a coke! He hands Jesse an open can of soda. Jesse Williams - It's open. Coca-Cola Kid - Yeah, it's so good I couldn't resist myself! He turns to the camera and gives a thumbs up. Jesse Williams - Thanks. Coca-Cola Kid - So listen, I got that information you wanted. Jesse Williams - And? Coca-Cola Kid - Seraph is not here. Jesse stares at Coca-Cola Kid blankly. Jesse Williams - Seraph? Coca-Cola Kid - Not Seraph, sorry. I meant... Stonze? Jesse sighs loudly. Coca-Cola Kid - Wait, wait, Snickerdoodle isn't in atten- Jesse Williams - Just get out. Coca-Cola Kid - Santino Marella? Jesse Williams - OUT! NOW! CCK ditches as fast as he can, with Williams boiling under his skin. Falcoon - Hahaha, Jesse is surrounded by incompetance tonight. Dunn - He'll make up for it later. Kissens - Maybe, but for now we just got to see the fastest construction of a hell in a cell in history. The feed cuts to the ring from backstage. The Bear, a large Grizzly Bear, is already waiting in the Hell in the Cell that has been clumsily erected around the ring. The last few connecters are put in place, and the technicians along with the bear handler exit to the outside. Dunn - Looks like the final stage of this Animal Gauntlet is upon us. And what a crummy cell. Kissens - Well they built it in like two minutes, so... Falcoon - Greg’s already fluked his way through the Tiger and the Lion, but I’m not sure how he wins a match with no rules and no escape. Kissens - I can’t watch! Dunn - By the way, us calling this seriously is a complete joke. Falcoon - Blame Jesse. Dunn - ... Never. Greg comes hightailing it from the back, screaming as he looks behind him. Shortly after him, the Tiger comes out looking bloodthirsty. Greg reaches the Hell in a Cell, which is almost completely lowered. He rolls under it as it comes all the way down, and The tiger is a moment to late. Now cocky, Greg taunts the Tiger from the other side of the cage. Greg Jackson - You’re a fucking stupid cat! I GOTCHA! Greg climbs into the ring, still mocking the Tiger. He is completely oblivious to the large bear behind him. Falcoon - Uhhhhh Greg? Dunn - Oh this is gonna be good! Greg walks backwards right into The Bear. Greg stiffens up like a board as he realizes what he’s in for now. He slowly turns around as the bear stands on its hind legs and roars extremely loud! Greg cowers as he falls to the ground and pushes himself back. Greg Jackson - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Greg pulls a gun out of his pants. Greg Jackson - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Greg opens fire, hitting The Bear with shot after shot. Greg Jackson - AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Greg unloads an entire clip on the bear, who now seems wobbly on its feet. The arena has gone silent. The Bear almost falls backwards, and then forwards, but it’s still managing to stay up. Just then, a vicious stare comes over Greg’s face as he stands back up and walks closer to The Bear. Greg Jackson - ……. EAT SUPERKICK! Greg Jackson superkicks The Bear… and it falls over! Some fans cheer, but there’s a lot of kids crying. Greg pins the Bear! 1... 2... 3! Greg Jackson - I officially just fucked the Animal Kingdom in the ass! Missy Janson - The winner of the animal gauntlet... nobody in attendance... I mean... GREG JACKSON! Kissens - YAY Greggy! Dunn - ... DUDE. Falcoon - PETA is going to fuck us in the ass now. Kissens - I’m so proud of you! Falcoon - I don’t know what to say. Kissens - Just call it a big win for Greg Jackson! Dunn - He shot a bear to DEATH! Kissens - No rules y’all! WOOOOOOO! That’s my baby! The trainer weeps openly as a slew of technicians break down the cell, which is as simple as pulling a few pins as the structure basically collapses -- narrowily injuring people at ringside. Greg leaves the ring and throws the gun out into the crowd. Falcoon - Thats a gun!!! Kissens - Relax, it's not loaded anymore y'all. Instead of trying to remove the bear, the remaining technicians who aren't moving pieces of the cell to the back unhook the bloody canvas and simply wrap the bear up. They yank it down to the floor, and about fifteen men grab a hold of an edge as they drag it all the way up the ramp -- before dumping it over the edge, and to a fifteen foot drop that shocks the crowd further. Dunn - Can we get the cameras off of the bear, please?! A streak of blood lays around the outside of the ring and up the ramp to where it was thrown off, as the technicians hop off and go to further dispose of the carcass. Five other workers come out with mops, while others return with a new mat to fix to the ring. Just then the decision is made to cut to the back. Kissens - Thank you. We open up outside of Jesse's locker room, where Sum Yung Ho stands outside waiting patiently. A few moments pass, when her calm exterior breaks down and she goes to knock on his door. The moment she extends her hand, Jesse opens the door and steps out. He closes the door behind him, and stares down the reporter. Sum Yung Ho - Jesse! Are you heading to the ring prepared for a match. Jesse Williams - No, I'm going there to clean up bear blood. Sum Yung Ho - So you're not prepared. Jesse stops walking and stares at Sum Yung Ho in the eyes as she sticks her microphone into his face. Jesse Williams - I am prepared, and I've been ready. You should go find your President and make sure he's ready to go. Sum Yung Ho - I haven't been able to find him. Jesse Williams - He's here, he's just scared. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go accept my forfeit win. Jesse walks off screen while Sum Yung Ho motions for the camera to cut. It does, focusing in back on the announcers booth. Falcoon - Well, I really don't mind if Specter doesn't show -- he will still be the President. Kissens - I thought he really wanted to beat Jesse, y'all. Dunn - Not as much as inflating his own ego and power. Next to the table, Missy Janson stands up hesitantly and approaches the ring steps -- seeming to take her time entering the ring. She gets to the ring steps and slowly paces up onto the ring apron, and steps through the ropes. She walks along the brand new mat, heading to the middle of the ring. Falcoon - I wouldn't be so sure Specter isn't here yet. Kissens - I'm holding out hope here. Dunn - Give it up. Falcoon - Just shut up and let Missy speak. She turns to face the live cameras, and lifts the microphone up to her mouth. Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the Evening!! The fans explode as they all jump to their feet -- although unaware of Specter's intentions. Falcoon - Well we're about to find out what Specter has chosen to do. Dunn - Keep the power! Missy Janson - It is scheduled for a one fall, with a-- 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. The second verse of "Motel of the White Locust" by glassJAw hits the PA System. Now I kiss up to God, my fists and I pray
to keep my head. Through sickness and health, I've kissed
up to God. Who could ever.. After the chorus, we see Jesse Williams walk out from the back sans his World Championship. The lights come back up to a normal setting, shining upon the entire arena. He takes his time walking towards the ring, making sure to take in all his surroundings. The fans boo him mercilessly as he walks down the ramp, keeping his eyes set on the ring. Dunn - Well it looks like Jesse has something to say on the subject. Falcoon - Maybe he knows something we don't. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops as the music starts to kick back in. Wipe off your mouth! Who could ever, He slides into the ring, directly under the bottom rope, immediately holding his arms up high. The fans keep on him, letting him know exactly how much they hate him. He walks to the side of the ring closest to the cameras. He backs into the center of the ring and receives the microphone from Missy Janson, with a wide smile upon his face. Followed by a boy like this, The song ends abruptly and Williams soaks in the poor reaction from the crowd. Jesse Williams - How about tonight, eh? What a card! The fans give a mixed reaction. Jesse Williams - Well, how do you guys feel about that Tag Match being your Main Event- you know, considering that Specter hasn't had the balls to accept my challenge to my face. So, thanks to your President he'd rather keep the power than give the fans what they want. They all drop silent, with Jesse striking a chord within them. Jesse Williams - Oh, what? You finally listen to what I have to say, and it's too late. I can't be stopped no matter who holds power here, and now you all understand. So sorry Rhode Island, but I'm ou- PA System - Tonight's your lucky fucking night. Falcoon - Specter is here!! Says the voice of the Venetian Vandal to an arena full of fans that may or may not remember the glory days of MVW. The surf guitar sweetness of The Dead Kennedys' rendition of "Viva Las Vegas" assaults the ears of the audience, leaving images of gambling and debauchery dancing in their heads. A wave of purple and silver confetti drifts to the arena floor, indicating that a celebration is in order. What celebration is that? Why, the arrival of none other than Specter, who steps through the curtain and surveys the arena with a smirk. He looks from the ring to the fans and back again, before beginning his pace to the ring. Shrugging off the high five attempts and remarks of fans, he slips to ringside and rolls under the bottom rope. He stands and immediately walks towards the backpeddling Jesse Williams -- who looks absolutely shocked. His music cuts out, as Jesse begins speaking. Jesse Williams - Whoa! You hit me, and you officially forfeit your powe- A sharp left jab cuts Jesse off as he drops the microphone, and the referee calls for the bell after Specter's signal. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Falcoon - It's on! Kissens - Yessss! Dunn - You dumbasses, now we have no President! The fans explode as Specter begins to beat Jesse senseless with constant right hands, bringing his closed fist to Williams' left cheek over and over. One of the strikes is so hard that Jesse is sent out of the ring, and hits the concrete floor. Specter remains in the ring as he watches Williams start pushing himself up with help from the ring apron. The crowd is still rocking as Williams gets up to his feet and starts to get into the ring -- but Specter approaches, which sends Jesse back out. With a chorus of boos ringing throughout the arena. He tells the referee to back Specter up, which he does as Jesse eases his way back into the ring -- with Specter again pushing past the referee, and going for Williams. He ducks outside of the ring and waves off the ring, rounding about it with a smile on his face. Falcoon - Where is he going? Dunn - He got Specter's power, now he can just leave. Kissens - That bitch! Williams receives a smattering of boo's as he reaches the ramp, with Specter sliding out of the ring in pursuit. Jesse doesn't see Specter sneak up from behind him, as he is clocked with a running forearm to the back of the head -- knocking him forward to the steel ramp to a loud ovation. Specter bends forward and grabs Jesse by the back of his head and his trunks, then leads him up to his feet. He walks with Jesse back to the ring and tosses him under the bottom rope, and follows him in right behind. Williams trys to crawl away, but Specter gets up to his feet and keeps up with Jesse -- laying out and dropping his right elbow to his lower back. Jesse lays on the mat for only a moment as Specter presses forward by getting himself up, and yanking Jesse Williams back up to his. The two tie up with Specter having a major advantage, allowing him to wrap his arms around Jesse's abdomen before picking him from the mat. He slams him to his right with a side belly to belly suplex, which sends Williams arching his back off the mat in pain. With his outstretched right arm he reaches for the ropes, which are too far away for him to even come close -- and only allows a rising Specter a base to lift Jesse back from the mat as he grabs his right arm. With one pull he returns his opponent to his feet and twists Jesse's arm at the shoulder while leading him in circles around the ring. After circumnavigating the entire ring, Specter stops and whips Williams to the mat with an arm drag -- releasing him as he slides across the mat and to the ropes. As Specter stands, the fans give him a huge ovation while he stares down Jesse. Falcoon - There's no doubt who the fans want to see win here. Dunn - What do they know? Kissens - They know who they like -- and it's obviously President Specter y'all. Dunn - Former President, Jackie. Kissens - Oh, right. He slowly stalks towards the champion, but he ducks out of the ring once more -- but Specter falls to the canvas, and rolls out right after him. He chases Jesse around one of the corners of the ring, with Williams sliding into the ring head-first and popping right up to his feet. Specter follows, but Williams stomps him across the back of his head when he tries to stand. Instead of being satisfied with that, Williams steps back and cracks Specter with a shin kick to the side of his head -- momentarily knocking him down to the mat. With the adrenaline and fan reaction pushing him, Specter starts picking himself up from the canvas to the shock of Jesse Williams. He becomes flustered and runs across the ring, turning to hit the ropes back first and then propelling himself towards Specter. When Jesse gets within a few feet, Specter lunges up towards him with both of his arms extended -- taking Williams down with a cross chop that snaps his head back against the canvas. The emotion is running high in the ring as both men roll away from another, then when they return to their feet immediately meeting up to trade strikes. Williams is first to strike, hitting Specter with a stunning right forearm to his left jawline. Although he waivers a bit, Specter steps forward and brings an open palm to the nose of Jesse -- knocking him back on his heels. He doesn't allow Jesse to respond, instead choosing to step forward to connect with a sharp boot with the toes of his foot. Jesse bends over slightly as he tries to regain his breath, while Specter takes two steps back as he measures up the head of Williams. He bursts forward and swings his right knee upward, but Jesse moves his head at the last second and grabs Specter from behind. Although there is a bit of a struggle, Williams gets Specter in a reverse waist lock with Specter grasping at the clasped hands of his opponent. Using all the strength in his upper body he begins to pull apart Jesse's arms and frees himself from his grasp. To put some distance between the two, Specter mule-kicks his right leg back and brings his right foot into Jesse's stomach -- and then spins around to hit the uplifting knee he was looking for earlier, knocking Williams flat to his back. Instead of giving himself time to recover, Specter steps over Jesse and crouches down over him before he begins thrusting closed fists straight into his forehead at incredibly close range. The referee lets Specter continue his assault, making sure to stay away from becoming a factor in this match. Kissens - Obviously the referee wants to only be there to end this match when needed. Falcoon - He doesn't want to scam the fans of a legit finish. Dunn - He won't have to. Jesse is going to have this one in hand. Kissens - We'll see about that y'all. Within about ten seconds of beginning his attack, Specter steps off of Jesse as his adrenaline runs out and he becomes winded. He drops to a knee to catch his breath while Jesse holds his face while rolling onto his left side. Williams reaches for the ropes and grabs a hold of the middle rope -- making sure to use it to assist himself in getting back up, while Specter glares at Jesse to take note of his every move. As Jesse gets back to his knees, Specter pushes himself up and approaches Jesse from behind to grab him by his hair with both hands. He drags Williams up from the canvas and away from the ropes, only to release him and spin him around. Once turned, Jesse is greeted by a sharp kick to his right thigh followed by Specter grabbing a hold of his right leg and lifting it from the mat. He makes Williams hop up and down on his left for only a second, then tosses Williams' right leg to the right. The champion spins around with his leg still extended, and when he faces Specter again he is stopped dead by a devastating shin kick to the outside of his right thigh. Specter's kick drops Jesse to the ground holding his leg, with Specter's chest heaving up and down as he shakes off the ring rust. Williams keeps rolling away from Specter and ends up on the ring apron under the ropes. There he gets onto his stomach and begins pushing himself up, while Specter cuts short his recovery period. He heads to the ring ropes and reaches over the top to grab Jesse by the hair again, but Williams reaches up and grabs Specter behind his head -- then leaps from the apron, bringing Specter's throat down across the top rope and sending him flopping to his back with both hands around his throat. He kicks his legs violently while Jesse holds his leg on the outside, trying to stretch it out a bit while he has a bit of time bought for himself. The referee first checks on Specter, then glances outside the ring at Jesse as he begins pulling himself back into the ring. He crawls along the mat and stares at Specter, who has finally regained his stamina and begins pushing himself up although still gasping for air. Therefore, Jesse begins getting up himself as to not cede an advantage to his opponent. Jesse returns to his feet a second before Specter does, and uses it to break into a sprint at him while he turns around. Williams raises his right foot up, but Specter ducks the yakuza kick and wraps himself around behind Jesse -- and shoves him from behind. This forces Williams chest-first into the turnbuckle, out of which he staggers from the force of impact. Specter lunges forward and places both of his hands on Jesse's shoulders, using them to leap frog over Jesse -- but on the way down, he hooks Jesse around the back of his head with his left arm. As he descends, Specter sits out and drives Jesse's head to the mat with a bulldog -- coming dangerously close to the ropes with his legs. Dunn - Never seen that before. Falcoon - Quite impressive if you ask me. Kissens - Anybody notice there hasn't been any attempt by either to secure a fall yet? Dunn - I actually hadn't. Falcoon - Well, these two are going against each other for more than just the win. Kissens - And now it's just more obvious, y'all. The fans explode at the innovative move, while Specter holds his tailbone in a considerable amount of pain while sitting on the canvas. Jesse lays face down, kicking the mat with his left leg in pain after the unexpected turn of events. The referee steps in to check on Williams, but he is pushed away by him. Specter sees this and starts standing up from his seat on the mat, with his eyes firmly set on his opponent. Now, instead of going right after Jesse, he steps back and motions for Williams to get up. Although his body isn't quite ready, his pride gets the best of him and Williams slowly peels himself up from the mat. He takes a considerable amount of time, and an impatient Specter steps in to help him the rest of the way. Once on his feet, Williams is leaned against the ropes and has his right arm isolated from his body. Specter goes to irish whip Jesse, but somehow Williams keeps a hold with his right arm and stops himself short. He comes back at Specter with his left arm extended, but Specter ducks to the right and chicken wings Jesse's right arm behind his back. As he steps forward to grapevine his leg, Jesse gets a second wind and jerks his head forward to break Specter's grip with his left hand across his throat. When he does he is able to roll around behind Specter, with a hold of his right arm, and immediately locks Specter in a half-nelson -- which he doesn't hold for longer than a second, as he dumps Specter over his body and drops him right on the back of his head with a half-nelson suplex. Both men lay on the mat, with Jesse finally getting a chance for a breather. The once rowdy crowd has now dropped silent with Jesse's counter, and are watching their every move very intently.
Falcoon - Specter almost had the Prank Masturbation. Kissens - Instead Jesse may have just turned the tides in his favor, y'all. Williams begins to move first as he rolls onto his right hip and elbow, keeping his eyes on the mat to remain focused on getting himself up before worrying about Specter. On the other side of the ring, Specter holds the back of his head while pushing himself up to his hands and knees -- his back turned to Jesse, making both competitors unaware of each others exact location. The referee goes back and forth between the two men, and is dispatched by both immediately. Williams hoists himself up to a kneeling position, and for the first time looks at Specter -- watching him very closely as Jesse starts lifting himself from his knees. Specter puts both of his palms on the canvas and starts pushing his upper body from it as Jesse gets all the way to his feet, but he chooses to lean against the ropes to futher extend his rest time. He watches his opponent slowly lift himself upwards and onto his unsteady feet, still clutching the back of his neck. He too leans against the ropes, using the set opposite from Jesse to balance himself -- where he finally locks eyes with Williams. The moment Specter looks at Jesse, Williams takes off at Specter with his right arm balled up. As he reaches Specter, he ducks down and digs his shoulder into Jesse's abdomen and back body drops him over the top rope. The champion soars through the air and crashes down to the concrete floor upon his stomach. The fans all jump to their feet and roar loudly, watching as Specter regains his composure in the ring and Williams lays nearly motionless on the outside. Instead of counting him out, the referee leaves the ring to check on Williams and make sure he can continue. Williams musters up enough strength to push the referee aside as he crawls to the ring apron, and grabs a hold of it with both hands. He uses it to keep himself stable while he kicks his legs to get himself back in the ring. As he gets close, Specter pulls himself around to wait for Jesse to stick his head under the ropes -- and when he does, Specter grabs a hold of it and pulls Williams all the way back into the ring. He lifts Jesse up by his hair and into a side headlock, bringing Williams up to his unsteady feet. He continues to treat Jesse as if he is standing on his own power as he transitions the headlock into a front face lock. Specter hoists Jesse's right arm over his head and picks him up for a suplex, but Williams floats over onto his feet behind Specter. Jesse isn't able to follow up due to the prior damage to his right leg which hobbles him, and allows Specter time to adjust to Williams' counter. Seeing a point of weakness, Specter steps in and grabs Jesse's right leg and bends it at the knee -- taking him up into the air by the knee, and slamming it down upon his extended leg as Specter kneels to the mat. Kissens - Shinbreaker. Dunn - I haven't seen one of those in ages. Falcoon - But it just may be the most effective right here, and right now. Kissens - Seems like it, y'all. Jesse isn't in good shape. Dunn - He's fine. Just wait, this always happens. Jesse rolls back and forth on his back, clutching his knee in a severe amount of pain. Specter remains kneeling next to Jesse, watching his adversary wincing. He picks himself back up to his feet and waits as Jesse eventually rolls onto his left knee, and plants it into the canvas. As he lifts his head he receives a kick to his right arm, nearly knocking him off balance -- but he remains on his left knee. Williams moves to get up, but takes the brunt of a second kick -- this one to his left leg, which stops his progress immediately. Jesse has nothing he can do at this point, and simply waits on his knee for Specter to make his next move. He does so by reaching down and hooking Williams under his arms, and begins lifting him back up to a standing position. When he does, he tucks his head under the right arm of Jesse and wraps both of his arms around his midsection. He goes to swing his knee up into the groin of Williams, but Jesse gets his left leg up and absorbs the blow -- while falling backwards, executing a DDT that knocks Specter for a loop. Dunn - Beautiful counter. Falcoon - Williams is just out matched here, but Specter just can't seem to keep him down. Both competitors lay on the mat within a few inches of one another, with Specter being the first to stir. He rolls himself up to a seated position on the mat, with his back to Jesse who has pushed himself over onto his left side -- and is constantly bending his right leg. Every single fan is on their feet, cheering for Specter as a chant of his name breaks out throughout the masses. Williams shakes his head and pushes himself further than he should as he plants his right foot on the mat -- and begins to climb back up to match Specter's pace. Somehow he does as he staggers to his feet while Specter returns to his with ease. He turns and fires a wild right at the head of Jesse, but Williams ducks -- forcing Specter to turn quickly to hit the ropes with his back, while Jesse turns himself around completely with his right arm cocked back behind his ear. When Specter bounces off of them and returns he is caught with a roaring elbow that knocks him backwards and to the outside of the ring as he stumbles through the ropes. The fans all gasp as Specter lands relatively gently on the concrete although his jaw is in extreme pain. Williams remains right at the ropes, watching Specter as he begins to get up to his feet, still in a daze. Williams grabs a hold of the top rope and slingshots himself over the top and dives down on top of Specter once he gets back up. The two men crash to the floor with flashbulbs flickering all over the arena, and the referee quickly hopping to the outside to check on both competitors. The two ignore him completely now, and concentrate only on regaining their senses and returning to the ring. Although Williams took the least punishment from that collision, he is still slow to get up on the outside while Specter keeps a steady pace on his way back to his feet. The champion gets up a split second before his opponent, with both men sliding into the ring completely aware of where they both are. As they get in and pick themselves up to their knees, they meet in a brief staredown which is interrupted by a right elbow from Jesse that surprises Specter. This gives Williams a chance to get up to his feet, where he snaps a shin kick across Specter's chest as he tries to stand. This stops his progress for a moment, in which Jesse uses to step forward and grab Specter in a front face lock. He leads him to his feet, hooking his head under Specter's arm and lifting him up into a vertical suplex. He begins spinning Specter around, and holds him in the air facing him. Dunn - He's going to finish him off! Falcoon - If he hits the J-Dubz Driver, this one is over. Somehow Specter is able to avoid getting dropped on his head as he floats over the head of Williams and lands on his feet. As he stands behind Jesse, he immediately thinks to take out his right leg -- and does so with a low dropkick, knocking Williams flat to his back as the fans sigh a deep breath of relief. Specter again needs to take a moment for a breather, keeping his eyes on Jesse as he rolls in pain along the mat. He takes his time in getting back up to his feet, instead waiting for Williams to come back to a fighting position instead of laying prone on the mat. A few seconds pass as Specter stands up to his feet and steps back, watching Jesse struggle to the ropes as he begins hoisting himself back up. Suddenly Specter changes his mind and rushes in to grab Jesse by his right leg and uses it to force him up to his feet. As he does, Williams grabs the ropes with both hands while Specter extends Jesse's right leg as far as it can go. Out of pure desperation, Williams flings his right leg up and kicks his opponent square across the side of his head -- dropping Specter to both of his knees while Jesse remains on his feet with help of the ropes. He glares down at Specter who seems out on his knees, and Williams shuffles his feet to the side. Using his strong left leg he plants his foot on the canvas and brings his devastated right leg up -- side kicking Specter right upon his jaw, and knocking him flat to his back while Williams collapses in a ton of pain. The fans fall silent once again, with a lot of anxiety running through the electric crowd. Both men nurse their various pains the best they can, and once again keep on going as they make moves to get back up and start fighting once again. Jesse Williams presses his palms to the canvas and presses his body from the mat, remaining focused on the mat underneath him. Specter, on the other hand, has rolled onto his right side away from Jesse and seems to be rolling up onto his hip. Kissens - These two are beating the piss out of each other, y'all. Falcoon - I, along with everyone else with a brain, expected that would be the case. Dunn - Hell, it's probably Specter's main reason for stepping into the ring. Falcoon - He had to want this in order to give up the Presidency. Kissens - And if he wins, I suppose it will be worth it to him and his fans. Dunn - Yeah, fuck the OWF right? We don't need jobs or anything. A trickle of blood rolls from Specter's mouth and down his chin, while Williams tucks his knees up towards his chest. He begins to hoist himself up from the canvas while Specter shakes his head violently trying to get rid of the pounding pain within his head. Jesse, dragging his right leg behind himself slightly, pushes himself up to a standing position -- and hobbles away from Specter, heading towards one of the corners nearest to Specter. As he reaches it he grabs the top rope with both hands with his back towards Specter, and springboards up to the top rope. As he sets his feet on the top turnbuckles, Jesse spins himself atop the ropes and turns to face the ring -- watching Specter as he gets back up from the canvas, and is completely unaware of where Jesse is. He staggers around the ring and eventually ends up facing the corner Jesse is standing on. From the top, Williams leaps and lays his body down to his right as far as he can while extending both of his legs towards Specter. Unfortunately for him he misses with the missile dropkick and crashes chest-first to the mat, while Specter somersaults to his left and out of range of Jesse. The fans cheer Specter's avoidance, as he remains on one knee upon the mat while Williams crosses both of his arms over his midsection. Specter capitalizes on Jesse's miss by finally returning up to his feet, and approaching Williams at his head. Specter bends forward and grabs a hold of Jesse by his hair, using it to tug him up from the mat. When he picks Jesse up from the canvas, Williams comes back to life and hooks Specter around both of his thighs -- picking his legs up and executing a double leg take down. He flops over the stomach of Specter, holding him in side control while he pounds downwards with a closed fist to his exposed face. A second punch finds it's mark as well, with Specter trying to cover his face to block the strikes with the referee staying out of the fray. Trying to get himself in a better position, Specter rolls onto his hands and knees and gives Williams his back -- which he takes, as he sits down on his opponents back. Williams swings his bicep across the side of Specter's face, whipping him over and over with seriously damaging shots that continually connect with Specter's head. After three straight cross face strikes, Williams peels himself from his seat upon Specter's back as he falls upon his chest while still on his knees. When he has straightened himself up, Williams leans forward and hooks both arms of Specter's arms at his wrists and picks his upper body from the canvas -- then places his left foot behind his neck. Jesse stomps down while letting go of his opponents arms, and crushes Specter's head between the sole of his boot and the unforgiving canvas. Falcoon - Holy fuck! Dunn - Yes, curbstomp that prick again! Kissens - He may have just crushed Specter's skull! Dunn - God, I wish. Falcoon - Come on, James. Dunn - Okay, sorry. God, I BEG! Jesse steps away from Specter as a pool of blood begins to form under his head. The referee steps in to see if Specter is conscious, which he is although his nose is bleeding heavily and a gash under his left eye has split across his skin. Williams, still walking with a hobble, utilizes his time as he bends his right knee over and over in an attempt to lessen the pain. He continually glances up from his leg to look at Specter to monitor his progress, as he just now shuffles his arms up from his sides. The fans stand nearly silent as they watch Specter's very labored movements turn into a quick push as he lifts his body from the mat, and brings his knees down into the canvas. Although blood runs down his face, Specter seems unaware of being busted open and continues pressing upwards. When Jesse notices, he stops bending his right leg and squares his shoulders to watch his opponent stagger onto his feet -- and whipping his head around to stare at Jesse. The absolute second he looks to Jesse, Williams sprints off right at him and lifts his left boot up towards his head. His second attempt at a yakuza kick ends up not finding it's mark as well -- with Specter stepping back and catching Williams under his knee. Before Williams can do anything in response, Specter takes the step forward that he gave to Jesse in order to catch his leg, and tucks his head underneath Jesse's right arm -- then locks him into a front face lock, still holding Williams at his left knee. It is too late for Williams to do anything as he is hoisted straight up into the air -- and subsequently dropped straight onto the back of his head and neck with a fishermans buster from Specter. The recently quieted crowd now explodes into an uproarious cheer, instantly having their hopes restored as they watch both men lay on their backs. Williams holds his hands over his head and neck, while Specter simply wipes the blood from his face and begins lifting himself to a seated position. Kissens - What a devastating move! Jesse is hurt! Falcoon - Specter is in a rare form tonight. Dunn - And even rarer when he ends up in a coma. Come on, Jesse! With an absolute blank stare over his face, Specter plants his right hand on the mat and pushes himself upwards without concern for Jesse's whereabouts. He stands up, simply shrugging off the pain and standing over the head of Jesse. He blatantly kicks him across the face, opening up a large gash that starts to bleed profusely over his left eyebrow. Specter then bends down to lift Jesse, but somehow Williams kicks his left leg up to strike Specter across the right side of his face -- knocking him down to his knees next to Williams, who clutches his face while looking to stand himself back up. Specter does the same, with the fans all growing eager to see them back up. Falcoon - And they're up! Williams and Specter reach their feet at the same time, both bloodied to a pulp and they meet in the center of the ring. The whole arena is shaking from the rabid crowd absolutely losing it when Specter rears back, nailing Jesse with a sharp right elbow. Jesse staggers backwards as blood splatters across the mat, just adding to the puddles that have already formed. The momentum from Specter's strike throws him off balance for a moment, and gives Jesse just enough time to compose himself. Out of nowhere, Specter is dropped to his left knee with a sharp superkick to his jaw from Jesse's left leg -- but he doesn't fall to the canvas. The fans groan from the crack of Jesse's boot hitting Specter square, but explode when he doesn't collapse to the mat. Williams, who has a hold of his right leg which aches from anchoring his body, sees Specter still on his knees and this completely shocks him. Doing the first thing that comes to mind, Williams whips his left foot to the kneeling Specter -- hitting a second superkick, which he absorbs with the fans groaning even louder. Blood streams from Specter's mouth, but he pumps his fists with an insane look over his face. Somehow, he pushes himself right up to his feet with Jesse looking as if he has seen a ghost. In a knee-jerk reaction, Jesse fires a right hand at Specter but it is blocked by the left forearm of Jesse, and returning fire with a right hand of his own. Williams backpeddles trying to avoid the attack from Specter, but every one of his strikes finds it's mark until Jesse backs against the ropes. He leans against them dazed, which allows Specter to grab a hold of his right arm and yank him from the ropes. Williams hobbles into a semi-sprint from the irish whip, with Specter turning to head to the middle of the ring -- waiting for Jesse to return to him. He watches Williams hit the ropes and spring off of them, measuring him up all the way. When he reaches Specter, he notices Specter spread his legs a bit and Williams collapses to the canvas -- baseball sliding between his legs. He takes a bit of time to return to his feet, and when he does Specter is already turned around. This forces Jesse to deliver a toe kick to Specter's abdomen, out of a lack of any other options, then wrap him in a front face lock. Instead of falling back or lifting him into the air, Williams eyes up the corner nearest to him and springs towards it -- walking up the turnbuckle pads, and looking for a tornado DDT. While in mid-air, Specter wraps both of his arms around Williams' midsection and forces him to land back on his feet after rebounding from the ropes. The moment he lands, Specter brings his right knee up into Jesse's groin and tosses him over his head with a release northern lights suplex -- with Jesse crashing back-first into the corner he ran up, and then collapsing on top of his head in a heap. Kissens - NEON LIGHTS SUPLEX... Falcoon - Right into the corner! God, that had to hurt! Kissens - I bet falling on his head hurt more, y'all. Specter's adrenaline rush runs out at the worst possible time, as he now seems very confused laying on his back -- probably due to blood loss. He struggles to get himself up, and collapses back down after his first attempt with the crowd cheering him on with everything they have. Jesse Williams, on the other hand, looks absolutely destroyed with his limbs astrew since falling to the mat. The referee makes sure to focus on Jesse and Specter equally, trying to assess the damage they have endured. During his second attempt to get back up, Specter nearly slips on some of the blood on the canvas but regains his balance as he plants his left knee into the mat. Specter gasps for air with his head hung down to the mat, looking right at Jesse as he presses up to his very unsteady feet while Williams just now pulls his right leg up towards his body. He is approached at his head by Specter, and is grabbed by his neck before begin dragged towards the center of the ring. Kissens - There is so much blood in that ring, it's sickening. Dunn - More than that dead bear. Falcoon - Good thing our crew has their mops handy. Specter begins to drag the mostly dead weight body of Williams from the canvas, exerting a lot of energy in picking him up. Kissens - Why isn't he going for the cover, y'all? Falcoon - It's not about the win, Jackie. It never was. Dunn - I hate this. It's like an unsanctioned match. Falcoon - Basically. When he gets Williams up, the fans are going bezerk as they see Specter look Jesse right in his eyes. Specter steps back and runs forward, heading right at Williams -- who drops to his right knee, with his leg buckling. Specter stops himself short, and turns around slowly as he catches Jesse on his knee. The moment Specter squares his shoulders to Jesse, Williams bursts upward with the last bit of strength he held in his right leg. His left boot flies at the head of Specter, and drops him upon connecting with his jaw. Dunn - SUPERKICK! Falcoon - ... No. Kissens - No way... Williams falls to all fours, dragging his right leg behind him as Specter lays motionless. The referee stands over both men as Williams inches closer to him, with the fans booing so loud that the announcers can no longer be heard on the telecast. Garbage begins flying into the ring, with Jesse finally getting himself over Specter and collapsing over his chest. Dunn - The cover!! Yesss!!! The referee drops right down to his knees to make the count. 1... 2... thre- Specter thrusts his right shoulder up from the mat, which nearly brings the entire arena down upon itself. Falcoon - He kicked out! Dunn - I have fucking eyes! The camera shakes as again the announcers are drowned out by the rabid fans. Williams flops over onto his back and brings his hands to his face in disbelief. Specter keeps lifting his right arm upward as his mind leads his body back up to his feet. The champion does his best to push himself up to keep pace with Specter, and even surpasses him in the race to return to their feet. As he gets back up he has a look of rage on his face, with blood rolling down his face. He beckons for Specter to get up, as he gets himself onto his knees and eventually rises back up to his feet. When he does he sees Jesse throwing his left leg up at Specter again, looking for another superkick. Dunn - GOT HI-- Somehow Specter catches Jesse's left foot and trips his right leg, sending him to his back and immediately hooking both of Jesse's feet under his armpits. Dunn - No! Specter rolls Williams from his back, and right onto his head as he digs his knee down into his spine. He holds Jesse in the elevated boston crab, directly in the middle of the ring with the referee diving in to check on Jesse. Falcoon - GESTURE OF FRIENDSHIP ON THE CHAMPION! Williams screams in pain as the camera focuses in on his blood painted face. We then cut to a wide shot, showing Specter rearing back with all the force left in his body. The fans are chanting "Tap! Tap! Tap!" over and over again, waiting with baited breath as Williams tries clawing his way towards the ropes. He is unable to make any gains, and decides to put more pressure on his body as he presses both of his hands on the mat and forces his upper body from the mat. When he does that he moves to his left, pushing the weight of himself and Specter from the middle of the ring. Dunn - He's gonna get there! Kissens - No way, y'all! Williams collapses back to the mat and reaches out to the ropes -- with his fingertips nearly touching, but with one final pull back Specter wrenches with such force that Williams no longer cares about the ropes. A blood curdling scream escapes his lips -- before he taps the mat furiously, with an explosion of cheers and applause happening inside of the arena. Falcoon - HE TAPPED! JESSE TAPPED! Dunn - BULLSHIT! WORST NIGHT EVER! Missy Janson - The winner of this bout... SPEEEECCCCTTERRR! Specter falls to the canvas, absolutely exhausted with the referee coming over to hold up his hand high into the air. Kissens - What a match, and Specter wins! Falcoon - God, these two just nearly killed one another. Kissens - And Greg killed a bear! Dunn - Shut the FUCK up, Jackie. Don't you understand this is the last match you'll see in the OWF? Kissens - You're overreacting. Dunn - NO! You fucks, we're unemployed! And it's Jesse's fucking fault! The sound of a slight thud is heard, with James Dunn being seen walking around the ring and bailing on the telecast. Falcoon - Oh what a baby. Kissens - Yeah, he can't just enjoy the moment. Falcoon - Either way, fans, we are out of time. Thanks to all for a very good night, and we'll see you all next we-- |
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