The feed comes to life as we hear a voice from the darkness, which is easily identifiable as X-Terminator.

X-Terminator - Hello NLW! – Oh, and fuck OWF! I’m going to make this short and sweet so that everyone can be on the same page. The NLW, is my new home. This is no sherade, or swerve.. This is as legit as it gets folks. So if you cheer for OWF, enjoy the beating I lay on that fat bastard, the Phoenix!

He pauses, with his outline becoming visible in the shadows.

X-Terminator - So I would simply like to bid the OWF fans goodbye. I fucking hate all of you and hope you all die and slow, miserable death – Oh yea, enjoy the Greg Jackson vs Jesse Williams fiasco that has ratings dropping by the minute. Oh right, and then enjoy the JC vs Jesse Williams massacre for the umpteenth time. Good luck with that bitches.

X-T is heard laughing.

X-Terminator - Tonight I step out onto my own, and I show a new face to the world -- a new side of X-Terminator. Can't wait to see you later, Phoenix. You'll be regretting ever messing with me.

The feed cuts out to static, before fading to pure black.

The cameras open up inside the Sold Out Louisiana Superdome, with the lights dimmed -- and red and yellow fireworks shooting off from the stage. The mixture of NLW and OWF fans are going wild, as the cameras pan around the arena. The fireworks stop rather early, and the house lights come up with a thick haze hanging over the arena. Chants of "N-L-W! O-W-F!" ring out throughout the arena, as a few of the more rabid fans are screaming as loud as their lungs will permit.

Gordie Falcoon - AAAAAHHHHHOO!!

Jake Steel - JESUS CHRIST!

Gordie Falcoon - No, the name is Gordie Falcoon.

Jake Steel - I know who you are.

Gordie Falcoon - And we're here for a very special event.

Jake Steel - Yeah, because I'm here.

The camera feed cuts to a shot of the announcers booth, as we see Jake Steel, from the NLW and Gordie Falcoon, from the OWF, sitting next to one another.

Gordie Falcoon - Welcome to Collision Course fans!

Jake Steel - It kinda snuck up on me.

Gordie Falcoon - No kidding. I was asked just yesterday if I was availabl--

The arena lights all of a sudden go dark, and the crowd is left buzzing in antcipation as to what is going on.

Jake Steel - Great! A power failure. This show is going just great!

After a few seconds, the chilling voice of a child rings through the PA, giving a chilling feeling of chaos to come.

"Cry little sister. Come to your brother."

The crowd pops LOUDLY as they know who only this can be. Pyro in the arena EXPLODES in red light as "Swamped" by Lacuna Coil pounds over the PA and the crowd begins to chant "BMF! BMF! BMF! BMF!" Standing at the entrance from the gorilla position stands none other than "The Loose Cannon" Bryan Tann wearing black boots, blue jeans, and a black wife beater under a black leather trench coat and dark sunglasses.

Gordie Falcoon - BRYAN TANN IS HERE!

Jake Steel - Who? I don't know these people!

Gordie Falcoon - Former World and Tag Team Champion. Hall of Famer.

Jake Steel - So someone who accomplished a lot in the past. Not impressed.

The intensity on his face is as electrifying as EVER as he stands still, taking in the energy from the OWF crowd. He makes his way to the ring slowly, slapping hands with fans as they shove their hands out to the aisle. When he reaches the ring, Tann leaps onto the apron and steps between the ropes, and lets out a loud roar of tenacity as the pyro on the ring posts EXPLODE bathing the ring in fire. When the pyro finally wears off, and the lights return to normal, the music fades. Tann stands tall and strong in the ring, sweat pouring off of his head from the heat along with his leather trench coat. The OWF fans are still chanting "BMF! BMF! BMF! BMF!" Tann simply stands there taking in the cheers, and he simply nods to the crowd as a whole, bringing out another pop. Tann then heads over to the nearby corner, reaching for a mic. He then slowly brings the mic up to his lips, pulling his sunglasses off of his face and putting them into his pocket. As he's prepared to speak, the crowd begins to pop even louder, and Tann lowers the mic. As the crowd continues popping, Tann brings the mic up again.

Bryan Tann - Like the late, great Jackie Gleason once said, 'OH HOW SWEET IT IS!'

The crowd pops even louder

Bryan Tann - Last week, in this very ring, on this very program, CJ said that a REAL son of a bitch was going to arrive. Now, CJ may be alot of things, but a liar DEFINATELY ain't one of 'em, because here I stand!

Gordie Falcoon - Now we just have to figure out why.

Bryan Tann - Now why is Bryan Tann here? What does he possibly have to prove to ANYBODY in this business in any way, shape or form? Well the answer to that is just simple, ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING!

The crowd pops loudly at this.

Bryan Tann - Bottomline is, I have not a want or need in the world. Hell, I've made so much money from this company, both in this very ring, in the owner's box, and as a quiet stock holder, that I could afford to crush the entire NLW at least 10 times over, with a remainder of fucking INFINITE!

Jake Steel - Nuh-uh!

Bryan Tann - So with that being said, I guess you can see that Bryan Tann is here, he's here for a fight, and right now that fight is AIMED STRAIGHT at this collective mass of cum cakes that refere to themselves as the NLW.

Tann begins to pace the ring like a caged animal as he's always seething.

Bryan Tann - So as it stands, the OWF is in a war, and it seems like a vast majority of troops are so busy worrying about their own interests that they just can't see the forest for the trees. They have it in their heads that its all about what they want to do and how they want to do it. Well if you mother fuckers won't mount up like the Regulators and take care of business, then I guess I'll just have to do it FOR YOU.

The crowd pops loudly as Tann is definately getting more and more pumped up by the second.

Bryan Tann - Whether you're trying to back stab like this is General Hospital, lighting up fires in each other's faces, or hell just trying on each other's thongs and not washing out the fudgies, the bottomline is, ALOT of mother fuckers have just flat out dropped the ball.

Jake Steel - He's talking about you, Gord-o.

Gordie Falcoon - Me?

Jake Steel - Yep. That's what I heard through the grapevine.

Gordie Falcoon - Why me?

Jake Steel - Why not?

Bryan Tann - I see the tag team titles in this company are now called "Blood, Sweat, and Tears" well that's fitting. Because that's what I've given to the OWF for more years than almost ANYBODY. I have given my blood, my sweat, and my tears! Hell, I've damn near given my LIFE for this company, and I will be damned if I allow it to suffer, or falter. Many have tired to kill the OWF, and I have always been there, as a soldier to fight the good fight. Well, I say fuck it, I'm walking into this battle not just a soldier, but a FOUR STAR FUCKING GENERAL! And if these fucking cathedar bags with legs REALLY think that they're going to walk into MY home and start running things, well boys in the "Now Let's Whine" club, consider this the door slamming shut right in your fucking faces.

The fans cheer loudly.

Bryan Tann - X-Terminator...you THINK you know how I bring it. You better let your buddies know what I'm about. You had better sit them in front of the black board, make them take notes, and give them a final exam. BECAUSE THE BAR HAS JUST GONE UP! And no matter how prepared you may THINK you are...you will NEVER be ready for me. You know it, and I know X-T. Sucks to be you man...being former BMF. You're now on the enemy side...past is past. Now is now...and in the end you and your friends? You're fucking DONE. Now someone had a cute little saying, that I took a little bit of notice of last week. It said that "War is Hell...and I'm the Devil". That's cute, that's real cute. I like that. But I got something just a LITTLE bit better. NLW...OWF...BE PREPARED!!! CUZ I AM!!!!

"Swamped" by Lacuna Coil pumps over the PA as Bryan Tann stands in the ring, adrenalin pumping through his body as the cheers explode out to meet him. He exits the ring and walks up on the stage, throwing his fists into the air as the cheers absorb into him, fueling his drive and his resolve. He hops out of the ring, and makes his way backstage as his music fades out and the crowd settles down.

Gordie Falcoon - What a turn of events. Tann has returned and called out everyone.

Jake Steel - It's easy to see the guy has anger problems. I'm glad I'm not on his shit list like you are.

Gordie Falcoon - I'm not on his shit list!

Jake Steel - Sure are. Just wait.

Missy Janson stands up at ringside, holding a microphone in her hand as she approaches the steel steps -- which she climbs with ease. She steps up onto the ring apron, and enters he ring as the fans all rush to their seats for the first match of the eventer. From above, a steel cage is lowered from the rafters of the building -- where it is secured to all four ring posts by ring technicians while Missy stands alone in the ring.

Jake Steel - And we're just getting ready to start now..

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to a co-produced interpromotional event between the Outsider Wrestling Federation and the New Legends of Wrestling... COLLISION COURSE!

The fans explode into a round of cheers, with dueling chants of "N-L-W! O-W-F" breaking out -- dividing the crowd in half.

Missy Janson - It is time for the first match, which is a Cage Match -- where the only way to win is to climb up and over the cage, and have both feet touch the floor before your opponent is able to do the same.

The final adjustments are made to the cage as the door is swung open, with the OWF Official entering the ring.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, representing NLW... From Parts Unknown... The Lost Soul!

TLS also comes out to no music, as the lights in the arena begin flickering as he shows up on the entrance ramp. He walks down towards the ring, keeping his eyes set on the cage as The Lost Soul rounds the ring and slides through the open cage dooe and under the bottom rope. He pushes himself up and prepares himself for the match.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, representing the OWF... From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania... "The Son of a Bitch" Trent Steel!

PA System - Now you're messing with a son of a bitch.

With a wide smile upon his face, Trent Steel walks through the curtains glances at the ring while his music blares loudly. The fans boo him with all that they have in their lungs. He takes slow steps as he walks down the ramp and approaches the ring. Trent keeps the anticipating at an all time high as he plays mindgames with his opponent by taking so long to get the ring. Steel steps up the steel steps in front of the cage door, and steps through the ropes, positioning himself in the ring before staring right at his opponent. His music fades as the men take up positions in their corners -- and the cage door is closed.

Gordie Falcoon - First Match of the night...

Missy sits down at ringside and the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Jake Steel - Time for abuse.

Gordie Falcoon - That you can count on.

The Bell sounds as Trent Steel and The Lost Soul waist no time approaching each other in the middle of the ring chin to chin and begin to spout off trash talk to each other was the crowd is hyped for this match. Both men’s tempers are already bubbling as both men continue to jaw at each other and The Lost Soul pushes Trent Steel. Trent Steel pushes The Lost Soul and it’s on! The Lost Soul with a right hand . . and another right hand rocking Trent Steel back. He goes for another right hand but it’s blocked by Steel who hits a right hand of his own! He also hits another right hand that sends The Lost Soul stumbling back. He goes to hit a third but The Lost Soul kicks him in the stomach grabs him by the head and runs hoping to ram Trent Steel into the cage already. Trent Steel grabs the cage to block it and elbows The Lost Soul in the face. The Lost Soul stumbles back holding his face. He turns back around as Trent Steel clotheslines him down. The Lost Soul has just landed on his back as Trent Steel begins to bring the boots down on him stomping all over his body. Trent Steel tries to bring a fifth stomp down but The Lost Soul grabs the foot on the way down and trips Trent Steel up. The Lost Soul crawls on top and mounts Trent Steel throwing down punches from above. After several punches connect Trent Steel is able to roll over sending The Lost Soul falling off of him. Both men quickly get to their feet and face each other with fists drawn.

Gordie Falcoon - These two know each other well apparently.

Jake Steel - They've been around one another for a while. I'm expecting abuse!

Gordie Falcoon - Abuse?

Jake Steel - Now you're catching on!

The Lost Soul goes for a punch but Trent Steel blocks it. The Lost Soul goes for another punch but Trent Steel blocks it. The Lost Soul goes for a third but Trent Steel ducks it with The Lost Soul spinning all around. Trent Steel grabs a waist lock and takes The Lost Soul down with a waist lock take down. Trent Steel lets go of the waist lock and quickly goes into a side headlock really pulling back with The Lost Soul on his tummy. Trent Steel is really sinking the headlock in deep as The Lost Soul gets up to one knee and then onto both feet. The Lost Soul backs Trent Steel up into the ropes and propels him out of the headlock. Trent Steel rebounds off the ropes and is met with a dropkick from the Lost Soul taking him down. Trent Steel gets back up and The Lost Soul takes him back down with a body slam and then a hard elbow drop into the chest area.

Gordie Falcoon - It's back and forth between who takes advantage of certain situations.

Jake Steel - Yeah, how boring.

The Lost Soul picks Trent Steel up and irish whips him into the ropes. Trent Steel runs into the ropes face first and grabs unto the cage to stop his process. Trent Steel turns around as The Last Soul charges. Trent Steel hits a drop toe hold causing The Lost Soul to fall throat first on the second rope! The Lost Soul begins to roll around the ring clutching his throat. As the fans are really caught up in this brawl. Trent Steel measure The Lost Soul and takes a few steps and jumps into the air his knee landing right on The Lost Soul’s throat. The Lost Soul is coughing and gagging as he tries to draw breath from the devastating knee. Trent Steel begins to lay more stomps on The Lost Soul not even trying to exist the ring, instead trying to give The Lost Soul a major beating. He picks up The Lost Soul he stands up him up straight and then jumps in the air with a standing dropkick nailing The Lost Soul right in the throat and causing him to stumble backwards into the ropes. He hits the ropes and bounces off of them and as he comes on the rebound Trent Steel hits a chop right into the throat! The Lost Soul drops down in pain clutching his throat as he falls to his knees.

Jake Steel - Chop his head right off! It'll be easy to get out of the cage then!

Trent Steel has a smile on his face as he bounces off the ropes and comes off catching The Lost Soul in a running headlock and bringing him down with a bulldog. Trent Steel could attempt to escape the cage and he decides now is the time as he calls for the door to be open. He’s walking to the door. He goes to exit but The Lost Soul despite the pain dives and blocks and grabs a leg hindering Trent Steel’s process. Trent Steel has an annoyed look on his face as he stops his attempt to exit and begins to stomp on The Lost Soul some more. He picks The Lost Soul up and irish whips him into the ropes. He charges also going for a spinning heel kick but the Lost Soul ducks under it and Trent Steel lands on the mat. The Lost Soul falls to one knee holding his throat as Trent Steel recovers from the landing. Trent Steel has recovered from the landing and walks over to The Lost Soul who throws his elbow back hitting Trent Steel in the gut. Trent Steel hunches over as The Lost Soul picks himself up and grabs Trent Steel by the neck and snap mares him over. Trent Steel is in a sitting position as The Lost Soul bounces off the ropes flips over Trent Steel grabbing his head in the process forcing his body to snap forward and then snap all the way back upon release. Trent Steel rolls around in pain as The Lost Soul is back on one knee holding his throat from the earlier assault.

Gordie Falcoon - TLS has allowed himself some time to catch his breath.

Jake Steel - He shouldn't be taking a break. Now is when he needs to crush Steel!

The Lost Soul is up on his feet and meets Trent Steel who is also up on his feet. Trent Steel surprisingly hits a surprise kick in the gut and sets The Lost Soul for a suplex attempt? Trent Steel goes for it but The Lost Soul jumps up with it twists in the air lands on his feet and catches Trent Steel with a reverse DDT! The Lost Soul stands back up after the move holding his throat and seeing Trent Steel isn’t getting up. The Lost Soul picks Trent Steel up and goes for another ram into the cage. HE GETS IT! Trent Steel’s face hits the cage as it finally comes into play and he falls backwards holding his face. Surprisingly no blood is showing. The Lost Soul goes back over and picks Trent Steel up again and goes for another ram into the cage. Trent Steel blocks it this time! Trent Steel his an elbow and goes to reverse it . . but The Lost Soul blocks it and hits Trent Steel in the face with an elbow and goes for it again. THIS TIME HE GETS IT! Trent Steel rolls around in pain this time trickles of blood is shown. The Lost Soul has scored first blood and the crowd cheers showing their appreciation for the match so far.

Jake Steel - ABUSE!

Gordie Falcoon - You happy?

Jake Steel - A little bit.

The Lost Soul doesn’t seem interested in leaving the cage. Instead he continues to bring the fight to Trent Steel. He drops a knee onto the back of Trent Steel’s head. He removes his knee as Trent Steel rolls over on his back. Blood is dripping from his forehead onto the mat. The Lost Soul picks Trent Steel up and sets him up for another maneuver. He’s going for a German suplex. Trent trying to block it refusing to go up for it. He hits an elbow to the face . . another elbow to the face. Trent Steel reverses around and now he has The Lost Soul in a German suplex attempt! The Lost Soul spins out of it waist locks Trent Steel again and this time he nails it! He picks Trent Steel back up and hits a second one. He picks Trent Steel back up and he hits a third one this time releasing it and sending Trent Steel crashing back of the neck first into the mat. Trent Steel is in pain. The Lost Soul thinks this is time to leave the cage and goes for the door. He turns back and sees Trent Steel crawling after him though and changes his mind. He drops another knee down on Trent Steel before picking him up and taking him over to the cage. He begins to ram him into the cage one . .two . .three. . .four . .five . .

Jake Steel - Six!

Si-- . . no Trent Steel blocks it on the six ram and grabs The Lost Soul and HE RAMS HIS HEAD INTO THE CAGE! Trent Steel falls down dazed and confused but The Lost Soul is rocked as he drops to a knee finally tasting steel. That one shot was good enough to cause blood to drip from The Lost Soul’s forehead. The fans begin to stomp and clap enjoying the show put on by both men. A duel chant of “LETS GO TRENT, LETS GO SOUL! LETS GO TRENT, LETS GO SOUL” breaks out.

Gordie Falcoon - The fans can't decide what side to stay on.

Trent Steel tries to get back on his feet but stumbles into the corner landing back first. The Lost Soul has recovered from his one blast and comes in for the kill but Trent Steel hits a kick to the gut. . . he hits another kick to the gut. He dives and head butts The Lost Soul in the mid section to slow him down. This work as The Lost Soul grabs his mid section and falls on his ass! Trent Steel has blood dripping from his face and he knows it and the crowd knows it . . payback is the word. Trent Steel is up on his feet but so is The Lost Soul. The difference is though that The Lost Soul is hunched over. Trent Steel leaps up straight in the air bring a leg drop down on the hunched over Lost Soul driving him face first into the mat! Trent Steel picks up The Lost Soul’s head and slams him head first into the mat. He does it again . . and again . . and again. He won’t stop and the crowd is even counting along . . 4 . .5. . .6. . .7 . .8 . . .9 . . . Trent Steel pauses and the crowd waits and 10 he rams him in the mat for the final time. The crowd is hot now as Trent Steel picks up The Lost Soul and throws him through the middle and top rope. Trent Steel backs up waiting and anticipating. The Lost Soul is standing and Trent Steel runs dives right over the top rope his head ramming into The Lost Soul’s. The back of The Lost Soul’s head also hits the back of the cage and he slumps down as Trent Steel bounces off the top rope and back into the ring holding his head from the move. He seems to have a smile on his face despite the pain and no regrets. Trent Steel crawls over to the ropes and begins to attempt to climb out of the ring. The Lost Soul is slumped down and not moving. Trent Steel is now on the cage and beginning climbing. The Lost Soul is stirring but he may not be able to get to him. Jason Chase is running down the aisle now! Trent Steel is to the top as Jason Chase begins to climb up the cage quickly to stop Trent Steel. He meets Trent Steel who throws a punch at Chase who jives out of it’s way and he begins to throw punches at Steel to impede his progress. Steel is distracted and unable to get out of the ring as he’s in a punching match with Chase. The Lost Soul begins to climb up the cage to catch up with Steel. He succeeds! He nails Steel from behind but Steel holds on to the cage to keep from falling back. Jason Chase climbs down seeing the deed is done. The Lost Soul begins to position himself. He’s setting Trent Steel up . . . BACK SUPLEX FROM THE CAGE!

Gordie Falcoon - By god, Steel just crashed right on the back of his head from over ten feet high.

Jake Steel - I know, what the hell!

Gordie Falcoon - This is getting out of control.

Jake Steel - I agree. TLS could have dropped him from at least fifteen feet.

The crowd explodes at this move as Trent Steel folds up and The Lost Soul lies motionless on the ground. The crowd is stomping their feet the duel chants starting again as both men with blood on their faces do not move. The Lost Soul is the first to stir as he begins to push himself up. Trent Steel has rolled on his back not moving at all. The Lost Soul stumbles on his feet almost falling down and begins his climb to the top rope. Trent Steel is lying in the middle of the ring motionless. The Lost Soul is almost to the top. He’s straddled the top. Half the crowd is booing wanting to see Trent Steel pull it off the other half is cheering glad to see The Lost Soul is going to win. The Lost Soul seems unsure though. He looks down at the ground. He nods to himself and begins to stand up on the top of the cage! The crowd stirs and stands on their feet wondering what is to come. You can hear some people seeing what is about to happen visibly try to make hand motions telling Trent Steel to move. Others begin to buzz and cameras get brought out to capture the moment. The Lost Soul is balancing on the top of the cage and he only gives it a moments extra thought before he somersaults off of it nailing THE SOULED OUT! The crowd explodes in ohhs, ahhhs, and groans As The Lost Soul rolls off of Trent Steel and stops moving. Both men seemed to be knocked out from the impact of the move. A “Holy Shit! Holy Shit!” chant breaks out as there is a car wreck inside the cage!

Jake Steel - Yes, yes, yes. I knew it'd be worth it to take this gig!

Trent Steel appears to be completely out of it. The Lost Soul is not to far behind as he begins to slowly crawl towards the cage door very slowly. So slow he in fact comes to a stop his face etched in pain. The crowd is stomping, clapping . . it’s unclear if they are doing so for The Lost Soul to get out or for Trent Steel to get up and stop him. The fans are just cheering for both men at this point. The Lost Soul begins the painful maneuver toward the door but wait . . . Trent Steel is barely moving and he rolls over on his stomach and begins to painfully inch toward The Lost Soul. The Ref sees The Lost Soul coming toward the door and opens it expecting him to crawl out. The Lost Soul has inched to the edge of the apron. . . Trent Steel forces himself to inch along faster and GETS A HAND ON THE LOST SOUL’S FOOT! The crowd erupts as The Lost Soul slowly bangs the edge of the apron in frustration and pushes himself back into the ring. The Crowd is breaking out into duel chants once more as the cage door is closed. Trent Steel still on his belly begins to inch back to the middle of the ring pulling The Lost Soul with him. After they are away from the door both men begin to slowly and painfully push themselves back up onto their feet. Both men are up . . and both men drop down to one knee. Both men are up and this time despite being off balance they are both standing and the crowd cheers them on.

Gordie Falcoon - Forget OWF fans, forget NLW fans -- everyone in this arena is rooting for these two athletes.

Jake Steel - I would be too...Rooting for abu--

Gordie Falcoon - I know, I know -- rooting for abuse.

Jake Steel - You're so smart.

Both men limp toward each other and begin to trash talk like they did earlier in the match this time much slower and with pain on their faces. Trent Steel slowly pushes The Lost Soul. The Lost Soul slowly pushes Trent Steel. Trent Steel with a punch but it hardly has any mustard in it at all. The Lost Soul responds and his punch also hardly has anything in it. Trent Steel with another punch . . The Lost Soul with one . .they both come in with a punch at the same time . . this punch surprisingly with some force and they rock each other backward both doing all they can to not fall on their ass. The Lost Soul and Trent Steel approach each other bring in more punches the punches coming in faster now. The crowd is going “OOOH”, and “Ahhh” at each punch seemingly enjoying it no matter who is doing the punching. Trent Steel and The Lost Soul grab each other by the left shoulder and they both hit their second winds as they begin to bring in a barrage of punches to the side of each other’s face! The crowd is really into it as the punches are coming in fast and furious and then after the bust they slow down but Trent Steel second wind seems to be lasting longer. . . The Lost Soul stops punching and Trent Steel continues to punch as the crowd rallies behind him. Trent Steel hits a huge punch and The Lost Soul stumbles into the ropes bounces off of them and Trent Steel nails another one that sends The Lost Soul on his back. Trent Steel exhausted falls to his knees as the crowd erupts!

Jake Steel - RAM HIM! Do it! You're right by the cage.

Gordie Falcoon - He has had a lot taken out of him.

Trent Steel goes over to The Lost Soul and picks him up. He’s going to ram him into the cage! HE DOES! The Lost Soul is stumbling now. So Trent Steel goes for it again . . HE SUCCEEDS! The Lost Soul drops to his knee more blood coming from his heed now. Trent Steel is also wearing the mask but now he doesn’t care. The crowd is at a high pitch some hoping for Trent Steel to continue this other’s hoping for The Lost Soul to make a comeback. Trent Steel goes to irish whip The Lost Soul into the ropes . . . reversal . . Trent Steel comes off the ropes and The Lost Soul catches him coming in and THROWS HIM INTO THE CAGE Trent Steel bounces off and lands on his back right next to The Last Soul who has also fallen down. Both men are down on the mat tired, exhausted, in pain, their second wind come and gone. After what seems like a minute lying there both men begin to crawl toward the side of the cage. The crowd stirs seeing that a race is about to happen!

Gordie Falcoon - Now it's up to who is faster up the panel of that cage.

Both men begin crawling up the same side of the cage not paying any attention to the other. It’s a slow and painful process as both men climb to the top. As both men climb to the top they straddle the cage and they now see each other. They are face to face straddled on top of the cage. The Lost Soul throws the first punch rocking Trent Steel as he leans a bit but catches himself. He also sends a punch at The Lost Soul who is rocked by it. The back and forth continues until The Lost Soul gets the upper hand. A hard punch . . a harder punch. Trent Steel is leaning it seems he’ll fall back into the ring. Trent Steel is trying to hold on and take the blows. The Lost Soul goes for a punch but Trent Steel blocks it and hits a hard open hand slap. Another hard open hand slap. Trent Steel forces himself to inch up close to the Lost Soul. He grabs The Lost Soul by the head and head butts him. He head butts him again. The Lost Soul slaps him in the face to stop that and hits a head butt of his own. Both men are wobbly straddled on top of the cage The Lost Soul goes for a punch but so does Trent Steel . . THEY BOTH CONNECT! The Lost Soul is wobbly . . wobbly HE FALLS OFF THE CAGE AND INTO THE RING! At the same time Trent Steel is wobbly . . wobbly HE FALLS OFF THE CAGE AND DOWN TO THE FLOOR! The crowd explodes at the finish as the ref calls for the bell ending the match. Trent Steel is not moving . . The Lost Soul is not moving. The difference is one of them has just won!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, from the OWF... TRENT STEEL!

Refs are on the outside and inside the ring checking on both men as the crowd gives both a standing ovation for their brutal brutal affair. “That was awesome” chants fill the arena as both men are out of it.

Gordie Falcoon - Great match, and what a way to start off this show.

Jake Steel - I saw blood, I saw pain. I am content.

Gordie Falcoon - That's one for the OWF, I guess we're not as down and out as everyone thought!

Jake Steel - It's the first match, Gord-o, got plenty of time for your roster to blow it.

The camera cuts backstage, to one of the locker rooms. In the foreground of the picture, facing away from the camera, is the OWF PDA Champion. He's looking towards his locker, his head bowed slightly as he begins to speak out loud to no one in particular.

The Phoenix - You were the one who showed me the light beyond the darkness I once traveled. You were the one to give me hope when all else was lost. You were the one who believed in me when no one else did. All I ask now is to watch over me...my love.

Phoenix sighs and stands up, moving out of the picture and revealing what he had been looking at - a picture of him with an attractive young woman, standing in front of their home. From off-camera, Phoenix's voice rings out once again, soft but determined as he grabs the black armband with the initials "EA" that was placed next to the picture.

The Phoenix - For the fallen, do I fight. In their honor, I will stand triumphant. And in the end, The Phoenix shall see it done.

The sound of footsteps receding, and a door closing, precede the transition back to the main arena, and a shot of the crowd before cutting back to the announcers' table.

Gordie Falcoon - I don't get what that was about.

Jake Steel - Who cares. It's The Phoenix. He's crap.

Gordie Falcoon - I happen to like him!

The feed cuts backstage where we see X-Terminator and Jack Sullivan in X-Terminator's locker room. Jack Sullivan holds a piece of paper in his right hand.

Jack Sullivan - Here it is, your NLW contract.

X-Terminator - Finally we can make this official.

Suddenly, Chase Johnson barges in backstage.

Chase Johnson - X-T, don't do it. I'm begging you.

Jack Sullivan - Resorting to begging now?

X-Terminator - You had your chance, CJ. You blew it. You isolated all of your most valuable talent, and they all left you high and dry. I bet it stings knowing your two most successful Canadian wrestlers aren't even in your federation anymore.

Chase Johnson - I'll double your pay! I'll let you work a reduced schedule!

X-Terminator - It's not about more money, or less matches. It's about respect.

Sullivan takes X-T away from CJ.

Jack Sullivan - That guy is the past.

X-Terminator - You know, looking over this contract... I only see one thing missing.

Jack Sullivan - You name it.

X-Terminator places the paper infront of Jack's face and shreds it, before nailing him with a direct headbutt across his forehead. CJ runs to the locker room door, and places a door right under the knob.

Gordie Falcoon - YES!

Jake Steel - That double turncoat!

CJ jumps in, as he and X-Terminator begin beating the hell out of Jack Sullivan -- with El Plaga hammering at the door. X-Terminator stands over Sullivan, who is slowly picking himself up.

X-Terminator - Sorry Jacky boy, but you just got played. I'm not NLW, and I'm not your whipping boy.

X-Terminator stands up tall with CJ laughing as he stares at Sullivan.

X-Terminator - I'm OWF -- I bleed it, I live it and I love it. And your Legacy Championship is coming with me.

El Plaga finally breaks into the locker room, looking shocked as Sullivan is on his knees -- trying to pull himself up. Both X-T and CJ rush out of the room, avoiding Vernon Somoza and Porta Prince as they check on Jack Sullivan.

Gordie Falcoon - The OWF isn't dead, at all. We're stronger than ever.

Somoza and Prince help up Sullivan, who comes back to his senses.

Vernon Somoza - You okay boss?

Jack Sullivan - I'm fine. Just in a bad mood.

Porta Prince - Well don't worry, we heard Santa has a gift for you tonight.

Jack Sullivan - Santa? A gift for me?

Vernon Somoza - Yep. He already dropped off the coal for CJ. You've been a good boy, so just wait.

Jack Sullivan - Alright, well lets get you guys to the stage -- you're on next.

All three men begin to head out of the locker room, closing the door behind them as the feed cuts back to the announcers booth. Next to the announcers table, Missy picks herself up from the steel chair at ringside -- and pulls a microphone into her hand as she heads for the ring.

Jake Steel - Sullivan is going to kill CJ.

Gordie Falcoon - I don't know, CJ has power in numbers now.

Jake Steel - X-T won't sway the outcome of this match.

Missy steps up the ring steps, and onto the rng apron -- she steps through the ropes, entering the ring and walking to the center.

Gordie Falcoon - Well we're going to find out more about that later on.

Jake Steel - OWF Tag Title Match now.

Missy stands directly in the middle of the ring, and lifts the microphone up to her mouth as she begins to speak.

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

The fans roar loudly.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring next, representing the NLW...They are the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Champions...Introducing, the first member of El Plaga... From Mangua, Nicaragua... Vernon Somoza!

PA System – Reggaeton Latino

Bailen, yales
Muevan, suden
Sientan el poder
Del reggaeton latino
Bailen, yales
Muevan, suden
Sientan el poder
Del reggaeton latino
(Ohhh...)
(Ohhh...)
(Ohhh...)
(Ohhh...)

The Lights turn Blue and White and they begin to flash with the bass of the Song. The Crowd begins to yell and Boo as Somoza walks out with Tan Fatigues on a Military Generals coat and a Military green hat on. He has on Sunglasses smoking a large Cigar and carries the NLW Flag on a pole and waves it towards the crowd. He walks towards the ring blowing smoke at fans and mocking them as the music blares. He steps up onto the apron nearest to the ramp and places the flag atop one of the corners and Salutes it. Then he stands atop the turnbuckles and waves it as the fans boo and he laughs mocking them before entering into the ring.

Missy Janson - And his partner, rounding out the team of El Plaga -- From Haiti... Porta Prince!

Red and blue pyro fall over the stage with "Welcome To Jamrock" playing.

PA System - Out In The Streets. THEY CALL IT MURDAAAA!

Pyro stops and Porta Prince appears as if he was behind it the whole time. Smoke flies out of his nose as he goes towards the ring with nothing but a spotlight on him. He slides under the bottom rope and as he rolls into the ring, he gets up drapes himself over the ropes with a hand raise as red & blue pyro goes off behind him. Missy exits the ring with the Tag Titles as the four men square off before Specter and Somoza step to the apron.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Drake Munday and Porta Prince step forward as the bell rings, heading towards the center of the ring. After a brief staredown, the two men lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up, with Porta tossing Munday backwards into a neutral corner. Drake slowly steps back out, as Porta circles around the ring -- before both men tie-up again, with Porta shoving Munday back-first into the opposite neutral corner. Drake gets flustered and charges right out of the corner, extending his right arm outward from his body and swinging it at the head of Porta Prince. He ducks, stepping behind Munday and clubbing him in the back of the head with a blunt forearm strike to the back of the head. Drake doubles over as Porta steps around to the side and soccer kicks him across the chest, standing him straight up. Porta executes a double leg take down on Munday, standing up once Drake is flat on his back and dragging him back to his corner. Somoza tags himself in on the back of Porta -- entering the ring, and nailing a elbow drop across the chest of Drake. Somoza picks himself up, and drops a second left elbow drop across Munday's chest as Porta steps to the outside of the ring.

Gordie Falcoon - I'll go on record to say if Munday wrestles more than half of this match, El Plaga will retain.

Jake Steel - You really think he's that bad?

Gordie Falcoon - No, he's just inexperienced.

Jake Steel - Oh so he's stupid? I see.

Vernon picks himself up off of the mat, lifting Drake Munday along with him -- nailing him with a stiff forearm shot as soon as Drake gets to his feet. Munday staggers back, but fires away with a left jab in response which catches Somoza off guard as he is struck in the mouth. Somoza checks for blood while Munday boots him with the gut with a toe kick and immediately locks Vernon in a front face lock -- falling back and executing a DDT right upon the forehead of Somoza. Munday stands up, looking back towards his corner as Specter is motioning for Munday to come towards him. Drake leaves Somoza, approaching Specter who smacks him on the arm and tags himself in.

Gordie Falcoon - There's Specter, messing with Munday again.

Specter looks over at Drake, holding Somoza up by his hair and yelling to his partner as he exits the ring.

Specter - Watch this!

In a quick flurry, Specter nails a sharp european uppercut that stands Somoza up tall. He then chickenwings the left arm of Somoza, hooking it behind his back while grapevining his left leg -- before sweeping out his leg and driving Vernon's face tothe mat.

Gordie Falcoon - James Dunn's favorite move: Prank Masturbation.

Jake Steel - What the..

Specter hops up and points down at Somoza while walking towards Drake. Munday slaps Specter across the face, and tags himself in -- charging at Somoza and lifting him up. He holds him around his head, looking for an RKO -- but Somoza pushes him off and towards the ropes. Munday bounces off of them chest-first, with no time to react and turn his back towards the ropes, and stumbles back into a reverse waist lock from Somoza. He quickly tosses Munday over his head and drives him down onto his head with a bridging German Suplex.

Gordie Falcoon - Crap that hadda hurt.

The referee slides across the ring with Munday's shoulders pinned to the mat, and makes the count...1...2...kickout by Drake.

Jake Steel - Munday nearly blew it for the OWF squad.

Somoza grabs Drake around his head and drags him up to his feet -- grabbing him in a side headlock and tugging him back towards his corner. With his free right hand, Somoza makes the tag to Prince who steps in and nails a double axe handle smash to the exposed back of Drake -- while Somoza releases the headlock and steps out of the ring. Munday falls down to his knees, and Porta begins decimating him with sharp shin kicks across his back and his chest. After a second kick to the chest, Drake catches Porta's right foot and picks himself back up to his feet. Munday holds his foot, while Prince hops up and down on his left.

Jake Steel - He got too greedy with those kicks!

Munday spins Porta around, grabbing his head and looking for an RKO -- but Porta pushes Munday off of him, and towards Vernon Somoza in their corner. Munday runs right into a short thrusting elbow strike from Somoza, which sends him into a daze as he stumbles around. He faces Porta, only to have a knife edge chop be layed across his chest -- which sends Munday flat to his back, having the wind knocked out of him. Gasping for air, Drake begins picking himself up out of instinct while Porta stands back and waits. As Munday stands, Porta charges and nails a sharp Yakuza kick across the right side of Munday's face -- dropping him to his back as Porta falls on top of his chest, hooking his leg while looking for the pin.

Gordie Falcoon - Their isolation of Drake may pay off here...

The referee drops to the mat...1...2...kickout by Drake. Porta stands up, walking back to his corner and tagging in Somoza while Munday begins crawling back towards his corner. Vernon lifts him up and throws him up against the ropes, and when he comes running back, he takes Munday down with a shoulder block. Drake rolls over, only to be picked up again and locked into a reverse waist lock. Drake tries to break the grasp of Somoza, but can't unclench his hands and is almost dumped over his Somoza's head -- but is able to grapevine his legs around Somoza's hips. While Drake is hung up in the air, he hooks Somoza around the back of his head and is able to unhook his legs and bring them forward. The added weight infront of him allows Drake to sit out and drive Vernon Somoza's face directly upon the canvas with a bulldog.

Gordie Falcoon - Nice counter by Drake!

Jake Steel - But look at him, he can't get near his partner -- even if he wanted in the ring, anyways.

Drake begins crawling towards his corner with Specter staring down at him, watching his progress. Somoza holds his head as he begins picking himself up to his knees, while Munday keeps clawing towards Specter. He reaches out his arm, still too far for a tag while Vernon pulls his hands from his face and grabs a hold of Munday's foot as he crawls by. Somoza pulls him along the mat and drags him up to his feet, holding the back of his head while delivering repeated forearms to the right side of Munday's face. Drake is out on his feet as Vernon twirls around and looks for a spinning Clothesline -- but somehow Drake is able to dodge it, but is unable to avoid a back-elblow strike in a firm response from Somoza's miss.

Gordie Falcoon - Munday can't catch a break.

Jake Steel - Oh he'll catch a broken nose by the end of this match.

Munday collapses to one knee, with Somoza grabbing a hold of his left wrist. In one motion he tugs Drake to his feet and sends him off towards the ropes with an irish whip. Munday hooks the ropes as he hits them back-first, prompting Somoza to charge at him. Drake bends over, looking to send Somoza over the top rope with a back body drop -- Vernon stops short and nails a shin kick across the face of Drake, leaning him up against the ropes. Somoza explodes towards Munday with his right arm extended and clotheslines Drake over the top rope, and to the outside of the ring -- nearest to El Plaga's corner. Once outside, Somoza walks over to Specter and motions for him to come after him -- and as Specter tries to step into the ring, Porta drops off the apron on the outside. He scoops Munday up off the floor and sends him shoulder first into the steel ring steps positioned behind their corner.

Gordie Falcoon - There's some abuse for you.

Jake Steel - Some is better than none.

Somoza keeps antagonizing Specter, with the referee forced to keep the two apart as Prince lifts Drake off the concrete and slides him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Porta hops back onto the apron, calling for Somoza who backs away -- and Specter steps back out onto the apron. Somoza covers Munday, as the referee slides into place -- and Specter reenters the ring...1...2... Specter lays a boot across the back of Somoza's head, breaking up the count and grabbing a hold of Drake as he lays on the mat.

Jake Steel - What is he doing?

Specter tugs Drake all the way back to their corner, sitting him up in the corner and exiting out onto the outside apron. Specter leans over the top rope, smacking the head of Munday and tagging himself into the match. He enters the ring, legally this time, with his eyes set on the rising Somoza. Specter runs at him, sliding between Somoza's legs and pulling himself up behind him -- laying into the base of his skull with a right haymaker. Specter chickenwings Somoza's right arm this time, and looks to grapevine his leg -- but Somoza whips his leg free, and side kicks Specter at his knee. The force of the strike sends Specter down upon his knees, while Somoza stands over him and begins to fire away with a series of punches, followed by a combination of forearms and elbows that keep Specter kneeling on the mat.

Gordie Falcoon - I can't believe how much better Somoza has gotten..

Jake Steel - Say it.

Gordie Falcoon - Say what?

Jake Steel - He's so much better since joining NLW.

Gordie Falcoon - Whatever the case, he has greatly improved.

Somoza charges at Specter, who bounces up from his knees with Vernon's extended right arm flying at his head. Somehow, Specter grabs Somoza's arm at the wrist and allows him to circle around behind him. Once Vernon comes around, Specter has his arm wrenched and is able to easily tuck his head under the right armpit of Somoza -- bringing Vernon's clenched wrist down to his waist. Specter brings his kneecap up, catching Somoza directly between his legs -- before he flings Vernon over his back with a Northern Lights Suplex.

Jake Steel - Northern Lights Su--

Gordie Falcoon - Ahem, NEON Lights Suplex..and Specter may have the win!

The referee slides in as Specter bridges his back.

Jake Steel - What's the difference?

Gordie Falcoon - A knee to the balls...

Jake Steel - Oh. I like that.

He makes the count...1...2...Porta comes into the ring and stomps Specter across his exposed stomach -- breaking the count.

Gordie Falcoon - They were so close!

Jake Steel - El Plaga is a better team. It's not going to be easy to put them dow -- even with a Northern Li-

Gordie Falcoon - Neon Lights..

Jake Steel - Oh right. That suplex.

The referee pushes Porta out of the ring, while Specter and Somoza lay side by side -- with Specter holding his stomach, and Somoza clutching his back. The two men begin to rise to a kneeling position at about the same time, with Specter maybe a step ahead. As soon as they lock eyes, both men bounce to their feet with Somoza lunging forward -- looking to tie up. Specter turns his body and grabs the head of Vernon, looking for an RKO of his own -- but Somoza pushes Specter off of him and straight back into his own corner, where Munday tags himself in with a stare of resentment.

Jake Steel - That move isn't working very well for anyone in this match.

Gordie Falcoon - It's originally Drake's, but I guess Specter wanted to show him up by using The Darkness.

Specter quickly hops out of the ring as Munday jumps in -- and Specter tags himself right back in, and grabs Munday by the arm. The referee tries to push Drake out of the ring, but Porta Prince enters the ring and helps Somoza up to his feet. All four men stand in the ring, when all hell breaks loose with Munday getting chopped across his chest from Porta, while Specter is able to kick Somoza in his stomach -- and follows it up with a lifting knee to the bridge of his nose. Porta grabs Munday into a front face lock, and tosses his arm over his head -- lifting Drake's legs off the mat for a Vertical Suplex. Specter rushes over as Drake is lifted, and pulls his legs back down to the mat and helps push Portas legs into the air. Munday executes the suplex, dropping Porta on his back as both he and Specter stand over El Plaga.

Gordie Falcoon - Finally they work as a team, and look what happens!

Jake Steel - It's too little too late.

Specter reaches into his trunks as the referee stares him down. Munday stands over Porta and he looks to Specter -- who tosses him a pair of brass knuckles.

Jake Steel - ABUSE! Maybe the tide could turn... blood red, that is!

The referee runs over towards Munday, trying to pull the knuckles from him while Specter reaches back down into his trunks and pulls out a second pair of brass knuckles which he slides on his right hand.

Jake Steel - Now this guy is a smart cookie!

Somoza stands up and gets blasted across the bridge of his nose with Specter's loaded fist, as he tosses the brass knuckles out into the rabid crowd.

Gordie Falcoon - Look out! Someone probably got disfigured by that toss, damnit!

With the referee grabbing the knuckles from Munday, and pushing him outside of the ring with Porta still laying on his stomach -- he turns back to see a bloodied Somoza and Specter kneeling next to him. Specter hooks his leg, rolling his back onto the chest of Somoza as the ref drops to his knees to make the count...1...2...Porta dives in and breaks up the count. The referee turns and drags Porta out of the ring now, as Munday enters and he now pulls Specter clear across the ring and into his corner. Munday exits the ring, and tags himself in across the chest of Specter -- reentering and charging at Porta Prince.

Jake Steel - The referee didn't see that!

Gordie Falcoon - Specter is still legal.

Munday is stopped by a drop toe hold from Vernon Somoza, as Prince pushes past the referee. He grabs a hold of Drake and motions for Somoza to go to the corner.

Gordie Falcoon - Somoza is the legal man, though. Why is he sending him to the corner?

Porta steps backwards into his corner, tucking Drake's head between his legs. He hoists Munday up onto his shoulders, into a powerbomb position, while Vernon Somoza climbs up the turnbuckle directly behind Somoza -- and facing Munday.

Jake Steel - This could be straight up physical abuse, which I'll even accept!

Somoza flips off the top rope and grabs a hold of Munday's head, while Porta propels Drake down towards the mat. They nail a Flipping Neckbreaker and a Powerbomb in unison as Drake lays lifeless on the mat.

Jake Steel - What was that?

Gordie Falcoon - I'm being told they call that The Incision.

Jake Steel - Very nice.

The referee comes over and pushes Porta out of the ring once more, but Somoza tags him right back in while Specter begins to pull himself up in his corner. Prince steps into the ring, reaching down and grabbing a hold of Munday by his head. Porta holds Drake's lifeless body up, he laughs in his face. Out of nowhere, Drake turns and falls towards his back as he grabs Porta's head -- nailing an RKO on Porta Prince in the middle of the ring.

Gordie Falcoon - The Darkness! The Titles are coming back with us!

Munday rolls Porta over and begins to cover him -- with Specter running in and pushing Drake off, so that Specter could cover him considering he is the legal man. The referee drops down to his knees and makes the count...1...2...Specter is dragged off of the chest of Porta by Munday, as Specter stands up and the two partners confront one another. The referee stands up and separates the two men, pushing Munday back into the corner with the two men yelling at each other.

Jake Steel - No way, these two can't work as a team.

Porta comes up behind Specter, hooking his legs and rolling him onto his shoulders with a school boy pin. The referee drops to his knees, with Munday staring on from the corner -- not budging an inch.

Gordie Falcoon - Do something Drake!

Specter gets his legs violently as the referee counts. 1...2...3!

Jake Steel - Yes! Titles stay with NLW!

Gordie Falcoon - Damnit!

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

Munday hops out of the ring and walks over to the ring announcers table where Missy stands. He pulls the microphone in her hand as he walks around the ring, with Specter pulling himself up to his knees -- while Vernon Somoza and Porta Prince are handed their OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Titles and make a speedy exit. Drake stops at the foot of the ramp and looks at Specter, who looks like he is able to lose it.

Drake Munday - Yes, you wanted me to be Vacant so you'd get an easy win. You wanted me to take a dive for you.

The crowd cheers Munday.

Drake Munday - You know what I realized? I'm better off without you, and I'm better off without these fans.

Gordie Falcoon - Wow.

The crowd boo.

Drake Munday - Sure, maybe I lost, but I still deserve those Tag Titles. But I've still got this one -- something you don't have Specter

Drake Munday raises the Sin City Spotlight Championship up in the air high, as the crowd jeer him. Drake smirks as his theme hits, and he walks back up the ramp. Once on stage he taunts the crowd before heading backstage as garbage fills the arena. Specter heads up the rampe as well, eventually disappearing behind the curtains.

Jake Steel - What is his problem?

Gordie Falcoon - He doesn't like to be cheered.

Jake Steel - What a weirdo.

The feed cuts to ringside as Missy stands herself up, microphone in hand once more.

Gordie Falcoon - We keep chugging along here.

She steps up the ring steps and onto the ring apron -- parting the ropes as she enters the ring through them. She walks to the absolute center of the ring and waits for all of the fans attention.

Missy Janson - The following matchup is scheduled for a one fall and it is an OWF Christmas Tree Match Qualifier!

The fans cheer very loudly.

Gordie Falcoon - Been a long time coming for this one.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, representing NLW... From the End of Nowhere, weighing in at 365 pounds... He is the current OWF Public Display of Aggression Champion... The Phoenix!

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

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

There is no pyro or any other special effects as he walks to the ring steps, the music fading into silence as he bows his head, eyes closing for a brief moment. His right arm crosses his body, touching the black armband encircling his left arm with the initials "EA" written in bold white lettering. Then, with a shout of "for the fallen!" directed at the ceiling, he finishes his ascent and climbs into the ring, ready for war.

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

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

Gordie Falcoon - What’s this? I don’t recognize this theme.

Jake Steel - It's Eminem don’t you know.

Gordie Falcoon - Well, I obviously know that much.

Jake Steel - Do you? Who is he then?

Gordie Falcoon - Oh my god! It`s X-Terminator!

Jake Steel - No he's not.. He's a... ohhh.

Out from behind the curtains stands two escorts on the right and left sides of the ramp. From the curtains emerges X-Terminator wearing a black OWF hoodie and blue jeans with the hood upright covering the majority of his face. He stands with a bottle of Scotch in his hand. He takes a shot from the bottle before extending his arms and grasping the ladies from both sides. The three of them begin to slowly make their way down the ramp. The OWF fans explode in applause – quickly to be overpowered by the boo`s from the NLW crowd.

Gordie Falcoon - The roof is gonna blow any minute, I can feel it.

Jake Steel - Shut up and watch. These girls are smoking!

Guess who`s back, back again – guess who`s back, back again.
Guess who`s back, back again – XT`s back, tell a friend.

"Without me" by Eminem blares over the PA to the delight of the crowd. Shots of many fans dancing, and singing along with the words are seen. XT and his two escorts finally make their way to the end of the ramp. XT` slowly raises his head and unhooks the hood from the top, exposing his face to the world.

Gordie Falcoon - Oh my god! He`s wearing war paint! It`s the same war paint he wore in the UHW with The Kremlin years ago.

Jake Steel - The who?

Gordie Falcoon - Nevermind...

Guess who`s back – guess who`s back – guess who`s back – guess who`s back – guess who`s back –

Instead of his usual dive into through the bottom rope of the ring, he casually makes his way up the steel steps. Once reaching the top, he graciously opens the middle ropes for his two lady escorts. They seep through the middle ropes baring their underwear to the crowd. Many of the male audience shout with applause. X-Terminator then sets up, and casually walks through the middle ropes himself. Once in the ring, he tears off his OWF hoodie and prepares for battle.

Gordie Falcoon - X-Terminator is here, and it doesn’t look like he’s pleased.

Jake Steel - He hates The Phoenix, and has been waiting for this match since the title swap on Uprising.

Gordie Falcoon - Quite the feud indeed.

X-T works over the crowd hyping them with his arms for the upcoming contest. Missy exits the ring, holding both the OWF PDA Title and the NLW Legacy Title as she brings them to the time keepers table. The referee signals for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The fans cheer loudly as the two men walk to the center of the ring, staring each other down. X-T smacks Phoenix across the face, which starts off the war -- as The Phoenix nails a right hook in response. X-Terminator is stunned and holds his cheek, with the Phoenix running forward only to be caught by a toe kick from X-Terminator. This doubles The Phoenix over, as X-T looks for a second toe kick -- but The Phoenix catches it, and immediately swings out to execute a Dragon Screw leg whip. As X-T hits the mat, The Phoenix keeps a hold of his leg and drags him back up to his feet -- only to hit a second Dragon Screw leg whip upon the same right leg. Again X-T is sent to the mat for only a brief period, with The Phoenix yanking him back up to his left foot -- leaving him there to hop while still holding his right foot. The Phoenix executs a third Dragon Screw leg whip, and releases the leg of X-Terminator as he lays on the mat grasping at his knee.

Gordie Falcoon - The Phoenix is going to town on X-T's legs.

Jake Steel - I know. What scum!

The Phoenix prances towards X-Terminator, lifting him off the mat but X-Terminator spins around behind The Phoenix -- holding him in a reverse waist lock. With a quick back elbow from The Phoenix, X-T releases his grasp and allows The Phoenix to spin around behind him. The Phoenix locks X-T in a reverse waist lock of his own, and tosses X-Terminator over his back with a release German Suplex. X-Terminator's head crashes off the bottom turnbuckle as he folds up in the corner, laying on his head and shoulders.

Gordie Falcoon - God, that could have killed him.

The Phoenix immediatelly pulls himself up, dragging X-Terminator with him and tucking his head between his legs as he faces the turnbuckle. In one quick motion, The Phoenix swings X-Terminator up and Powerbombs him into the corner -- as he gets hung up on the top rope. The Phoenix runs into the corner, looking for a splash, but X-Terminator swings his boots up and connects with the face of the sprinting Phoenix. He staggers back towards the middle of the ring, as X-T bursts from the corner and executes a clothesline across the throat of Phoenix with such force that both men are sent to the mat.

Jake Steel - There you go, X-T. You're faster than that lard-ass.

X-Terminator immediately picks himself up to his knees, grabbing The Phoenix by his right arm and lifting him to his feet. X-Terminator nails a right uppercut that catches The Phoenix completely off guard as he staggers backwards, allowing X-Terminator to leap into the air and dropkick The Phoenix across his chest. He stumbles back-first up against the ropes, as X-T lays on the mat and takes The Phoenix down with a drop toe hold. Once The Phoenix hits the mat, X-T jumps to his feet and lays an elbow drop right across the back of his neck -- and immediately locks in a side headlock. He wrenches upon the head and neck of The Phoenix, who begins getting himself up to his knees rather quickly. The Phoenix begins pushing himself up to his feet, with X-Terminator keeping the side headlock firmly applied -- until he is stuck with a sharp elbow to the sternum. The Phoenix breaks free, taking a step back to catch his breath.

Gordie Falcoon - X-T wasn't prepared for The Phoenix to get out of that so quick.

X-Terminator swings his right arm forward, but The Phoenix avoids this strike and is able to pull himself behind X-T. The Phoenix hooks his head under the right arm of X-Terminator, and grabs X-T's shin with both of his hands -- bending his right knee. Phoenix hoists X-T up into the air, and drops his right knee across the top rope.

Gordie Falcoon - Knee breaker on the top turnbuckle!

Jake Steel - Pfft, barely hurt.

X-Terminator hops right into a front face lock, applied by The Phoenix -- who lifts him up into the air, and drops him onto his head with a high angle DDT. Phoenix keeps his hold around X-T's neck, trying to wear X-Terminator down while the referee slides in to check on X-Terminator. The referee begins to count...1...2...Phoenix lifts his shoulders, realizing they were pinned to the mat. That upward motion is all that X-Terminator needs as he picks himself up to his legs, and with pure strength lifts The Phoenix up from the mat and over his shoulder as he stands up.

Jake Steel - Crush him!

X-Terminator runs at the corner, driving Phoenix's lower back into the top turnbuckle -- and from there X-Terminator is able to execute an Overhead Belly to Belly suplex that sends Phoenix flying over the head of X-T, and crashing to the mat.

Gordie Falcoon - What strength!

X-Terminator drops down to his right knee, holding it in pain as The Phoenix rolls himself up onto his right side -- with both men's backs to one another. The Phoenix crawls up to all fours, and sees X-Terminator taking a break and pushes his body to get up to his feet first. Although staggered at first, The Phoenix walks to X-Terminator and boots him in the back of the head.

Jake Steel - He called time out! No fair!

Gordie Falcoon - There are no time outs.

Jake Steel - Uhhh yeah there are. And challenges.

Gordie Falcoon - You're annoying.

Jake Steel - You're gay.

The Phoenix grabs X-Terminators right leg and drags him along his stomach to the middle of the ring. He sits down upon his lower back and hooks X-T's right leg over his shoulder and locking him in an Argentine leglock.

Gordie Falcoon - Stretch Muffler!

Jake Steel - He's applying no pressure! Boo Phoenix!

X-Terminator yells in pain, with The Phoenix only wrenching further back. The referee checks on X-Terminator, who shakes his head 'No' while reaching his hands out to the ropes. The Phoenix yanks back one more time, applying all of his weight to the lower back of X-T -- who yells in pain. The referee remains right in his face, but X-Terminator refuses to give up. Eventually The Phoenix lets go of the hold and steps back, allowing X-T a second to collect himself upon the mat.

Jake Steel - Look at how cocky he is. I hope X-T cleans his clock.

The Phoenix steps over X-Terminator -- who kicks his leg up into the groin of the The Phoenix. The referee didn't see it as The Phoenix drops to his knees, and X-Terminator begins limping up to his feet. Once standing in front of The Phoenix, he knees him in the face -- then locks him in a front face lock, before falling back. He drives The Phoenix, from his kneeling position, face-first into the mat with a DDT -- which sends The Phoenix for a loop. X-Terminator picks himself up immediately, positioning himself behind the prone Phoenix. He waits patiently as The Phoenix finally begins getting back up to his knees, unaware of X-T's location. Finally, The Phoenix stands up but X-Terminator runs up behind him -- grabs the back of his head, and charges him into the top turnbuckle nearest to him. The Phoenix drops down to his knees, as X-Terminator nails a clubbing forearm across his shoulder blades -- then hoists him up to his feet, right into a reverse waist lock.

Gordie Falcoon - X-Terminator is now in control.

The Phoenix easily breaks X-Terminators grasp and spins around behind him -- holding X-T in a reverse waist lock.

Jake Steel - Damnit, you jinxed him.

X-Terminator stomps on the right foot of The Phoenix, which breaks his hold as X-T now spins back around The Phoenix -- and pushes him forward towards the corner. He crashes into it, chest-first, and staggers out -- with X-Terminator locking The Phoenix around the waist once more, and this time being able to toss him over his head with a release German Suplex. The move takes a lot out of both men, as they both lay on the mat getting a lot of cheers from the mixed crowd. X-Terminator grabs a hold of the ropes, using them to lift himself up to his feet and head towards The Phoenix, picking him up to his feet and nailing a sharp chop across his chest. In retaliation, The Phoenix nails an even harder chop across X-Terminator's chest, which only infuriates him more. X-Terminator fires another chop to the chest of the The Phoenix, who refuses to back down and he unleashes another chop of his own. X-Terminator switches from chops to forearm strikes as he connects right on the left cheek of The Phoenix -- who comes back with a left forearm of his own that cracks X-Terminator straight across his forehead. Although staggered, X-Terminator lunges forward and strikes The Phoenix with a European Uppercut -- that drops him to his left knee. X-T sighs, but The Phoenix bounces right up and hits a European Uppercut of his own.

Gordie Falcoon - Back and forth they go!

Jake Steel - Where they stop, only god knows.

X-Terminator rears his right arm back -- thrusting it forward as The Phoenix ducks. He steps to the side of X-T, hooking him around the waist and dumping him over his head with a Back Drop Driver that folds X-Terminator up like a slinky. The two worn out men catch their breaths, with a dueling chant of "N-L-W! O-W-F!", breaking out.

Gordie Falcoon - X-Terminator is taking a lot of punishment to his head.

Jake Steel - Can't do much damage.

Gordie Falcoon - His neck may never be the same after this match.

The Phoenix is up to a standing position first as he steps to the feet of X-Terminator who has rolled over onto his stomach from the impact. He hooks his shin and falls forward, hooking X-T around his face with an STF in the middle of the ring. X-T yells out in pain, with the referee right in his face once again. The Phoenix keeps yanking X-Terminator's head backward, wrenching his neck and obscuring his sight from the ring ropes. He blindly sticks his arms out, looking to somehow come across them to break the hold -- completely unaware of his position. X-Terminator begins turning his lower body to the side, kicking his free leg towards the ropes but still coming up short.

Jake Steel - Come on X-T, even though you're a double agent you're still better than Phoenix!

After a few more moments of The Phoenix using all his might, trying to submit X-Terminator -- he releases the hold and picks himself up, growing frustrated. He lifts X-Terminator up to his feet and drags him towards the ropes -- wrapping his right hand around his throat.

Gordie Falcoon - What's this..

The Phoenix lifts X-Terminator up by his throat, spinning himself around tosses him over the top rope -- but X-Terminator holds onto the right arm of The Phoenix, dragging him over the top rope and to the floor as well.

Gordie Falcoon - Spiral Chokeslam to the outside. JESUS! Both men are down!

Jake Steel - X-T knew it was coming. He figured if he was going down, he'd take Phoenix with him.

The referee looks outside and begins the manditory ten count.

Gordie Falcoon - Not another draw!

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

The Phoenix begins pulling himself up, using the ring skirt while X-Terminator gets himself up to all fours.

4...5...

The Phoenix yanks himself up onto the apron, and slides under the bottom rope.

Gordie Falcoon - The Phoenix is in, so it won't be a draw.

Jake Steel - Still no legit winner!

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

X-Terminator gets himself to the ring apron, holding onto the bottom rope and yanking himself up onto the canvas. He rolls under the ropes, breaking the count with both men down still. The fans cheer as The Phoenix hoists himself up to his feet, glaring at X-Terminator who is only on one knee. The Phoenix approaches, reaching down and grabbing X-Terminator by the hair -- helping him up to his feet. As soon as he stands, X-T drives the butt of his forehead across the bridge of The Phoenix's nose and tugs his head down under his right arm. X-Terminator holds Phoenix in the front face lock, making a throat cutting motion with his left thumb. Suddenly, The Phoenix uses his last bits of strength to throw his left arm over X-T's head and lift him straight up into the air. He holds him in the vertical suplex position for a few seconds, before laying out and driving X-T down to the mat with a Delayed Brainbuster. Immediately, The Phoenix dives on top of X-Terminator with the referee sliding in...1...2...kickout!

Gordie Falcoon - Only two!

The Phoenix pulls himself up, lifting X-Terminator back into a suplex position and hoisting him into the air once more. X-Terminator kicks his legs and floats behind Phoenix, nailing an elbow strike to the back of his head upon landing on the mat. X-T spins The Phoenix around and tries to execute a double leg take down -- but The Phoenix doesn't budge. Instead, with X-T around his hips, The Phoenix reaches down and lifts X-T up into a standing Crucifix Position -- before he is able to slide down the back of The Phoenix and immediately run to the corner.

Jake Steel - X-Terminator is too quick I tell you.

X-T scales the turnbuckle, turning himself around to look towards the ring. The Phoenix turns and cracks X-Terminator across the jaw, sitting him down on the top rope. The Phoenix quickly steps up to the top rope and lifts X-Terminator up with him.

Gordie Falcoon - This isn't good.

The Phoenix tucks his head under the right arm of X-Terminator, and hooks his left arm between X-T's own legs before flipping him over his back from the top rope. X-Terminator crashes down upon his head and shoulders, with The Phoenix falling down onto his side.

Jake Steel - That's it, way to go X-T!

Gordie Falcoon - Top Rope Exploder Suplex!

He crawls over to X-Terminator and lays his arm across his chest as the referee slides in for the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match -- Qualifying for the OWF Christmas Tree Match at Holiday Bash on December 28th -- Representing NLW... THE PHOENIX!

The Phoenix has his hand raised and returned the PDA Title, with X-Terminator sliding out of the ring and beginning to head up the ramp with his NLW Legacy Title.

Gordie Falcoon - Well the OWF lost this one, but it was originally planned for two NLW guys. And it was one hell of a match.

Jake Steel - I still don't see why there was no abuse. Phoenix is the PDA Champion -- I guess he's just a pussy.

Gordie Falcoon - Will you get over it? You've seen a lot of abuse, and there's more to come.

Jake Steel - It's my abuse, and I want it now!

The feed cuts backstage, to where we see Mike Van Pelt and Garrett Greene standing in the hallways.

Garrett Greene - Listen, CJ isn't mad at you -- just disappointed.

Mike Van Pelt - I don't know what I did wrong. I got him tights. I worked out with him...

Garrett Greene - I know, but you gotta be smarter than tha--

Suddenly a figure wearing a winter jacket, with a hood over their head -- covering their face runs into screen and knocks MVP unconscious with a steel pipe. Garrett runs away as MVP lays motionless on the concrete floor. The hooded figure turns and walks away, dropping the pipe to the floor behind him. The feed cuts back to the announcers booth.

Gordie Falcoon - MVP has been knocked out.

Jake Steel - So, a jobber is destroyed and you're upset?

Gordie Falcoon - No. I was just stating a fact.

Jake Steel - Ah, insulting the viewers intelligence. Even better.

Next to the announcers booth, Missy Janson is seen lifting her microphone from the table and lifting herself out of the steel chair she is seated upon. The cameras pan from the announcers and follow Missy as she ascends the steel ring steps.

Gordie Falcoon - You turn my words around on me worse than Dunn does.

Jake Steel - I aim to please.

Gordie Falcoon - I'll be pleased when Missy gets these announcements done with and we start calling the match.

Jake Steel - Geez, you're PMSing.

Missy steps through the ropes and into the ring -- walking directly to the center of it as the rowdy fans all jump up to their feet.

Gordie Falcoon - Leave me alone.

Jake Steel - Fine. Let's send it to Missy then.

Once they crowd quiets down, Missy lifts the microphone up to her mouth and begins her introductions.

Missy Janson - The next match-up is scheduled for a one fall, under No Disqualification Rules!

The fans explode, as Missy pauses her announcements due to the roaring crowd.

Gordie Falcoon - Nick James finally gets his hands on JC. I can't wait.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, representing the OWF... From Jersey City, New Jersey... JC!

Lights flash then dim, and "Wherein Lies Continue" by Slipknot fills the speakers. The lights all go out and only a spotlight shines on Joe, who comes to the ring without any friendly movements or acknowledgment of the fans, who are booing him.

PA system - Thou shalt not

Kill your fathers - destroy another life
Question everything we clung to for years
Live forever - design a better death
Confuse a liar with a savior from fear

He climbs up to the turnbuckle, puts his hands in a clasp above his head and brings them down, still clasped, to chest-level.

The ending's the same
The world will not change
The answer is clear
Annihilation

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

Jake Steel - I don't think Nick is going to stand a chance of scoring redemption.

Gordie Falcoon - He's a pissed off kid.

Jake Steel - And JC is a pissed off beast.

Missy lifts the microphone back up to her mouth with JC backing into his corner.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, representing the NLW, from Brantford, Ontario, Canada... Nick James!

Flickering red and purple stage lights strobe over the dimmed entrance and the upbeat tempo of Angry Young Man by Billy Joel slams out through the arena. The curtains burst open with flourish and James pauses on the stage, looking down to peer out at the crowd overtop his sunglasses. Soaking in their cheers for a moment, James brushes them off, marching toward the ring while he wraps white tape around his wrists. James leaps from the floor to the apron without even taking a running start, then hooks an arm over the middle rope and rolls through into the ring, throwing his arms out to the sides and spinning in a circle as he enjoys the spotlight. Missy exits the ring, and the NLW Official calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Jake Steel - Now here is a guy I could get used to! The man knows how to bring the ABUSE!

Gordie Falcoon - He has showed a mean streak of late. One can only imagine what he has in mind for the youngster.

Before the bell even sounds to begin the match, JC charges across the ring and sends James out to the floor with a clothesline. The bell finally sounds as JC leaves the ring and pulls Nick to his feet, blasting a forearm across the face of the teenager. James staggers back against the guard rail as JC forces the timekeeper out of his chair. Folding it quickly, JC charges at his opponent looking for a decapitating blow, but James sees it coming and backdrops JC into the front row, ringside! The fans start to scatter a little as Nick hops over the rail and drops into a mount position, raining down right hands on the man behind the attack on Moxie.

Jake Steel - You know, Falcoon, I really enjoy these matches. Anything with the potential for blood and violence, I enjoy!

Gordie Falcoon - I had a feeling that was the case.

The referee can be heard telling Nick to get the action back in the ring, as pinfalls or submissions do not count on the outside. James pays the official no mind as he pulls an unfolded chair into position between himself and his opponent, and takes a couple of steps back. As JC gets to his feet, Nick charges, leaping off the chair and hitting his foe with a high leg lariat that sends both men back into the ringside area. Nick is up quickly, climbing onto the apron as JC tries to push himself to his feet. As he finally gets up and turns about, James leaps off, looking for a cross body block. However, JC catches him in mid-air, charges forward, and slams Nick's back into the steel post! Not satisfied, he does it a second time before dropping the youngster to the protective mats, soaking in the jeers of the crowd.

Gordie Falcoon - Rookie mistake by James, and JC made him pay for it!

Jake Steel - Do it again! We want ABUSE!!

Gordie Falcoon - Speak for yourself....

Nick is holding his back as he starts to stand, but JC charges in with a soccer-style kick to the ribs that sends James about a foot into the air before he falls back on the mats. As Nick tries to recover, JC grabs hold of the steel chair that he dropped earlier and waits for his opponent to stand up. James finally does so, and turns as JC swings the chair...but Nick is able to counter with a drop toe hold, and JC goes face first into the steel steps! The ref is all but screaming at these two to get it back in the ring, but Nick is more worried about inflicting pain as he grabs JC's head and drives it into the steel steps a couple more times for good measure.

Gordie Falcoon - And now Nick is showing he wants this just as bad.

Jake Steel - Damn, I think the kid snapped....

JC is obviously stunned, as Nick grabs the chair and sets it up as another platform. James waits for a moment and charges, leaping off the chair as JC starts to rise...and James hits a modified springboard bulldog onto the steel steps! The crowd leaps to their feet, chanting for the young Canadian as JC falls onto his back, somehow not having been busted open. James runs over, grabs the chair and slides into the ring, folding it up as he climbs the turnbuckles on the adjacent corner of the ring as JC. The crowd seems to fall into a stunned hush as Nick places the chair against his forearm and leaps, looking to drop the chair onto the top of JC's head. However, the American can sense it coming and raises a boot up, driving the chair into the head of Nick! The former Vacant falls to the mats, the stitches opening up the wound from Uprising as blood starts to cascade down his face.

Gordie Falcoon - James going high-risk, and JC made him pay big time!

Jake Steel - WHOOOOOOOO!

Gordie Falcoon - Jake, are you always like this at the sight of blood?

Jake Steel - You're damn right!

Gordie Falcoon - I was afraid of that....

With a smirk, JC pauses for a moment to lift the ring apron and rummage underneath for something, coming back to his feet a moment later with what appears to be an orange ski mask. The crowd immediately starts to jeer heavily as JC dons the mask while staring down at the barely-moving form of Nick James. Then without much further notice, he grabs Nick by the head and pulls him to his feet before hoisting the much smaller man over his shoulder. With Nick in position, he begins to walk up the entrance ramp, towards the backstage area.

Gordie Falcoon - I don't know where JC is taking Nick James to; you can only win in the ring!

Jake Steel - Who cares! I see more ABUSE in our future!

Nick starts to struggle, realizing where he is. JC lets out a snarl as he picks up his pace slightly, pivoting his upper body to plant James into the steel entrance ramp with a running powerslam! The impact reverberates throughout the Superdome as JC stands up, a sinister smile on his face as random garbage begins to be hurled at him from the audience. Paying the debris and the objecting official no mind, he once again hoists James onto his shoulders and resumes his walk backstage, finally disappearing from view.

Jake Steel - Where's the camera feed at? Get someone back there, now!

Jake's wishes are granted as we see another camera in position behind the curtains, where the masked JC continues to carry around his young opponent like a child. A few feet away, JC sees a pile of metal tubes and begins to move slightly faster, perhaps looking to lawn dart James into them. However, Nick manages to somehow slip out the back of the attempt, though he is unable to immediately capitalize on it. Undaunted, JC instead grabs one of the metal tubes and spins around with it, driving it into the ribs of the Canadian! Nick collapses in a heap, grabbing his right ribs as JC raises the tube like a samurai's katana before swinging it downwards. James somehow scoots to the side to avoid the catastrophic blow as JC drops the tube upon impact with the ground due to the vibrations. Thinking quickly, James grabs the pole and jabs the end of it into the gut of JC, who falls to one knee. He doesn't put any thought into his next move, as he charges in and floors the American with a shining wizard! JC crumples into a heap as James walks over and almost rips the ski mask off of his opponent, which sends the New Orleans crowd into a chorus of cheers.

Gordie Falcoon - JC with a mental mistake there, that might have given James his second wind!

Jake Steel - Over a ski mask?

Gordie Falcoon - You don't know the history behind it, Jake. Let it go.

Jake Steel - Pffft....

The referee has all but given up trying to restore order to this contest as JC is pulled to his feet by James and chucked through the nearest closed door. The door almost falls off its' hinges as JC collapses on the tiled floor of the (apparently vacated) men's bathroom. James quickly follows him inside, with the camera doing likewise. Nick pulls his opponent to a vertical base, grabs him by the back of the head, and charges forward, slamming JC's head into the plate mirror mounted on the wall! The crowd starts a "Holy Shit!" chant as JC falls amidst the broken pieces of mirror, a laceration of his own forming on his head. James glances around, trying to find something else to use until he opens up the utility closet and reaches inside. As he turns around, we see that he is wielding a toilet seat and lid like a steel chair. He turns around, looking to bash JC with the makeshift weapon, but JC has recovered and takes down James with a double-leg takedown, pulling the legs straight and tucking the feet under his arms. Without much of a pause, he shifts his weight backwards, catapulting James ribs-first into the bathroom sink! The impact causes the porcelain to crack and parts of the sink to fall off as James falls to the tile floor, clutching his ribs in pain.

Jake Steel - This...this is just priceless...

Gordie Falcoon - JC using the bathroom sink and everything else; he seems to be in firm control now!

Grabbing the toilet seat, JC opens the lid and puts the head of James through the hole in the seat, and raises up on the seat itself to force a sort of choke on the Canadian, while putting some of his weight on the foot he has planted between the shoulder blades of James. After a few seconds of this, he takes the lid portion of the seat and sends it crashing into the face of James. With a careless toss, he discards the seat and lifts James onto his shoulder yet again before ramming him like a lawn dart into the wall! A bloody smear tracks the progress of Nick's face down the wall until he falls onto the floor. Grabbing the Canadian by the hair, JC pulls him to his feet before shoving him out of the bathroom and out into the main corridor.

Gordie Falcoon - I guess the intermission's over!

Jake Steel - That one was bad, even for you, Falcoon!

James is trying to get to his feet, his face the proverbial crimson mask for the second time in three days. He swings wildly, unable to see anything as JC closes in. Grabbing the Canadian by the head, he runs towards the curtain and tosses him through. Nick rolls halfway down the ramp before coming to a stop as JC emerges from the back a moment later, the orange ski mask firmly in hand. He hardly breaks stride as he approaches Nick and once again buries a boot into the ribs of his opponent. The impact sends Nick the remainder of the way down the ramp and onto the little patch of concrete between the ramp and the mats. JC closes in and throws the mask into the ring before lifting James back to his feet. Nick looks like he's out on his feet, unable to defend himself as JC grabs him and finally throws him into the ring, much to the relief of the flustered official.

Gordie Falcoon - And finally, after about fifteen minutes of pure chaos, we've finally got the match in the ring!

Jake Steel - BOO! I want more ABUSE!

Before JC slides into the ring, he grabs a table from under the ring and slides it in before he enters the ring himself. James has not moved at all since getting thrown into the ring, which allows JC the chance to set up the table in the center of the ring before grabbing his opponent by the head. In a fluid motion, he hoists James into a fireman's carry before turning it into a sit-out spinebuster, splintering the table in the process!

Gordie Falcoon - Solitaire Unraveling through the table!

Jake Steel - That's it. Nick James is dead, Falcoon. He has to be!

JC nonchalantly makes the first cover of the match as the ref slides in... 1...2... JC pulls the head of Nick James off the mat to break the count! The jeers from the Louisiana crowd are near deafening as the official berates JC for that tactic. Shrugging it off, JC rolls back outside the ring and throws in a second table and a small black bag before re-entering. With James starting to weakly make his way to the ropes, JC spends the time to set up this table near the ropes. As he goes to reach for the bag, he sees Nick is up weakly on his feet, the crowd trying to cheer him on. A look of pure rage crosses JC's face as he charges forward. Nick ducks down, perhaps looking for The Vacancy, but JC stops short. As James stands up, he eats a big boot right to the face that sends him over the top rope and onto the floor!

Jake Steel - Damn! That was some impact! James almost landed on his head on that exchange!

Gordie Falcoon - And I take it you approve.

Jake Steel - Only way it would be better is if it were that fatass Phoenix!

James is not moving as JC comes out and once again throws him into the ring, a red streak from the blood loss showing on the mat where Nick has been. JC rolls back into the ring after grabbing the long-discarded steel chair, and instead of going for another move he turns his attention to the black bag, upending its' contents onto the table. The crowd jeers even more loudly as it's discovered that the bag contains matches and lighter fluid! With one eye on James, JC coats the table in lighter fluid before taking the matches in hand. A sinister smile crosses his face as he strikes a match and drops it onto the table, setting it ablaze!

Gordie Falcoon - Now this is too much!

Jake Steel - No it isn't! No DQ, Falcoon! This is beautiful!

JC pulls a nearly lifeless Nick James to his feet and gets him up in a fireman's carry, moving towards the table. With a shout, JC hits the second Solitaire Unraveling through the flaming table, almost destroying what was left of Nick James in the process! The crowd is too stunned to even jeer JC or start a "Holy Shit" chant as he falls into a lateral press, not bothering to hook the leg: 1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, from the OWF... JC!

The bell sounds, mercifully bringing this match to an end as the ref comes over to raise the hand of the victor.

Gordie Falcoon - You're a big man, JC -- REAL big man!

JC shoves the referee away and grabs the arm of Nick, dragging him over to the chair that JC shoved in the ring earlier. The crowd begins to boo, knowing what is coming next. With no remorse in his eyes, JC grabs the head of Nick James and curb-stomps him into the steel chair! James is out on the mat, unconscious as JC finally decides to leave. As he nears the ropes, though, he notices the orange ski mask laying almost forgotten in the corner. With a sick grin, he detours to the mask and picks it up, returning to the fallen form of Nick James on the mat. Lifting the head up, he slides the mask over the bloodied face of James before adding injury to more injury with a second chair-assisted curb-stomp! Trash starts to get thrown into the ring as JC laughs out loud, leaving the ring as EMTs sprint to ringside.

Gordie Falcoon - This is sickening. Where the hell is Jesse?

JC exits the ring and walks over towards Missy Janson, grabbing the microphone from her and beginning to speak.

JC - Jesse Williams, this is on your hands, not mine. Give me my rematch, or more will suffer. Maybe next time it will be Sarah.

JC drops the microphone and leaves the EMT's to enter the ring and attend to Nick James. The feed cuts away from the bloody ring, and back to the announcers booth.

Jake Steel - What were you saying about revenge?

Gordie Falcoon - I was wrong. JC ran right through James.

Jake Steel - Kid would be lucky if he can even move his jaw in the morning.

Gordie Falcoon - Folks, we'll be right back after this quick break while we clean up this mess.

Ring technicians come out to replace the mats, as the feed cuts to commercials.

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

FEATURING
THE ANNUAL CHRISTMAS TREE MATCH
ALREADY QUALIFIED
. . JOSH ALLEN . . THE LOST SOUL . . SILENCE . . SPECTER . . THE PHOENIX . .
REMAINDER OF QUALIFIERS ON MONDAY, DECEMBER 15TH.

Eight OWF Superstars battle to be the first to climb the twenty foot Christmas Tree and grab the star a top the peak -- with the winner receiving a shot at the OWF World Heavyweight Championship at Clash of Champions in January!

PLUS MUCH MORE!

"Bodyguard" by Obie Trice hits the PA System

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

El Plaga bursts through the curtains, Santa hats still on their heads. Vernon steps down towards the ramp first with the gift wrapped box in hand. Porta follows in tow, NLW flag in hand, waving it violently towards the crowd. Somoza pays no mind to the packed crowd and makes his way towards the ring, while Porta takes his time taunting the crowd. A fan tries to jump the rail at a taunting Porta, but is stopped abruptly by Event Staff. Somoza, now in the ring, places the box on the mat, and motions to Porta to grab a table from under the ring. Porta posts his flag on the turnbuckle from the outside, drops down to the floor, and reaches for a table under the apron. He pulls out the table and slides it on the mat for Somoza to set up. Porta motions towards Missy Janson to give him a microphone while Somoza places the gift on the table. Porta tosses Somoza the mic and slides into the ring as Somoza is about to begin.

Vernon Somoza - Okay, let me get star-

The fans jeer and boo El Plaga to the point that Somoza has to wait until the rabid fans die down.

Vernon Somoza - Okay, now that that's out of your system.....Allow me to begin.....Since we've made our epic climb in this business, one man has acknowledge us as top tier talent in these two rival companies. Sad to say it isn't your "savior" Chase Johnson.....But it's none other than the man who gave El Plaga their FIRST Tag Team Title shot in their careers, Jack Sullivan!! As a matter of fact, we need Jack to come down here right now, so Pappy Jack, do these OWF surgeons a favor and grace your presence in front of them!!

The lights dim in the arena as the words "Fuck The Fans!" are announced over the PA system -- cutting Missy off. The crowd immediately starts to boo as "In My Grip" by Samhain starts to play, and two members of the FTF make their way to the ring. NLW owner Jack Sullivan leads the way, followed closely behind by The Ice Man, walking down the ramp with a large amount of boo's.

Gordie Falcoon - I guess they have Sullivan his introduction for him.

Jake Steel - The man needs no introduction, Gord-o.

Jack Sullivan hops into the ring with an ear-to-ear smile patiently waiting to see what's in the box, followed by The Ice Man who also enters the ring.

Vernon Somoza - You see Jack, ever since we crossed paths in this industry, things have been looking up for El Plaga. You asked us to do a little favor for you, and in return, you rewarded us with a tag team title shot against Talon & Jackrabbit. Now things didn't work out for the best in that situation, but ever since we've accepted the NLW brand as THE dominant brand in wrestling today, things have been on the up and up.

Jack Sullivan - I couldn't agree more. I have a knack for finding great young talents, and you guys delivered.

Vernon Somoza - Speaking of, "delivered", I made some phone calls, "up north", and the big guy told me you were not on his naughty list. He FedEx Overnight'd this package to me, and told us to present this to you as a token of our and his appreciation.

Sullivan nods in approval, still sporting a smile. The fans turn from El Plaga haters, into anxious people waiting to see what's in the box.

Vernon Somoza - So without further adue, Pappy Jack! OPEN.....THE BOX!!!

Sullivan tears through the gift wrap like an 8-year old on Christmas morning. The unwrapping reveals a brown box with the NLW logo on the side of the box. Sullivan takes his keys to cut the tape which encloses the box and when he opens up the flaps, his jaw drops at the sight inside.

Porta Prince - You like??

Jack Sullivan - Oh..........You guys shouldn't have!

Vernon Somoza - Well it's because we didn't, Santa did!

Jack Sullivan - Riiiiiiiight, riiiiiight.

Sullivan reaches into the box and pulls out two championship belts, the Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Titles. They look normal, which loses the interest of the crowd immediately until the camera man inside the ring zooms in on the titles.

Jake Steel - That's priceless!

Gordie Falcoon - No! They've put the NLW letters on our Tag Belts!

Jake Steel - I think it looks better, personally.

Gordie Falcoon - This is not going to make Chase happy.

Sullivan grabs the mic from Somoza as he hands the tag belts to El Plaga. They strap the belts around their waist, locking them in place, as they ascend opposite turnbuckles, taunting the jeers from the sold-out arena.

Jack Sullivan - Ladies and gentlemen.....I would like to present to you, THE NLW BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS.......ELLLLLLLLLLLLLL PLAGAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

Porta drops off the turnbuckle, grabs the NLW flag, and reaches for the microphone.

Porta Prince - Don't you forget surgeons, FUn Can Kill You!!!

Somoza comes over as they shout in unison.

Vernon Somoza & Porta Prince - FUCK THE FANS!!!

Sullivan lets out a sinister laugh as El Plaga's theme music hits and Jack, and the NLW BS&T Champs exit the ring to the boos of the crowd. They leave the ringside area, heading up the ramp as they are pelted with garbage.

Gordie Falcoon - Those bastards!

Missy Janson steps forward into the middle of the ring, once again, and speaks into the microphone.

Missy Janson - Already in the ring, weighing in at 280 pounds... From Milwaukee, Wisconsin... He is the President of the New Legends of Wrestling... Jack Sullivan!

The fans boo loudly, with Sullivan holding his arms into the air to soak up all of their hatred.

Jake Steel - I've seen what CJ looks like, and he's in trouble.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from weighing in at 205 pounds... From Los Angeles, California... He is the President of the Outsider Wrestling Federation... Chase Johnson!

"The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits the PA System, and President Chase Johnson steps out from behind the curtains. He wears a pair of long black and orange tights, with black boots and comes out with no shirt on.

Gordie Falcoon - I haven't seen him wrestle in years.

Jake Steel - Sucks for him. Sullivan will kill him.

CJ walks down the ramp, and slides under the bottom rope as Sullivan stares and laughs at him from across the ring. His music fades and Missy exits the ring.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men start off circling one another, with Johnson keeping his eye on The Ice Man and Sullivan. Jack steps forward, grabbing a hold of CJ and hiptossing him across the ring with ease. Chase hops back up to his feet and runs at Sullivan, ducking a clothesline attempt and just ducking for safety as he covers up and backs away from Sullivan. Jack circles the ring, eventually locking up with CJ -- where he gains an easy advantage. He locks CJ in a hammerlock, but Johnson is able to wiggle out of it and nail a stiff boot to the gut. CJ sets off against the ropes, bouncing back towards the bent over Sullivan and looking for a lifting right knee. Sullivan catches it, and yanks it towards him for added power to a stiff clothesline -- decking CJ flat to his back.

Jake Steel - Oh oh shit! Haha!

Gordie Falcoon - I'll have nightmares about that sound forever.

CJ rolls over onto all fours, trying to crawl away from Sullivan who just lifts him up by his tights. He hooks CJ up for a vertical suplex, and hoists him straight into the air before falling flat onto his back -- dropping CJ onto his back, as well. Sullivan wastes no time as he reaches down, picking Chase off of the canvas. Somehow, CJ stands up and leaps into the air -- driving both feet towards the head of Jack. At the last second, Sullivan ducks out of the way, and CJ connects with the OWF official's face with his dropkick.

Gordie Falcoon - Poor ref!

He falls to the mat, with both men staring down at him. CJ immediately slides out of the ring, getting away from Sullivan who quickly follows. From the back, Mike Van Pelt runs out and tries to take out Sullivan on the outside -- but he is literally thrown into the crowd by Jack, while CJ grabs a chair and slides into the ring. The Ice Man warns Sullivan, who gets into the ring -- but CJ throws the chair and connects with the head of Sullivan. The Ice Man jumps up onto the apron, and CJ quickly grabs the dented chair -- and tosses it as his head, knocking him down to the concrete floor once the chair cracks him across the face. Another referee runs to the ring, now an NLW official, who slides in and takes up his position in the ring.

Jake Steel - No! Keep the referees out of this!

From behind, Jack sneaks up behind Chase and wraps his arms around his midsection. Sullivan has CJ locked tightly in the reverse waist lock, and tosses him over his head -- with CJ backflipping and landing on his feet. Sullivan turns around, dodging a leg lariat from CJ that catches the NLW official in the face. He is now unconscious as well.

Gordie Falcoon - What the hell.

Jake Steel - Chase "The Referee Killer" Johnson.

CJ waves his arm, and from the back runs Akira Kanemura, who heads towards the ring -- only to be blindsided by The Ice Man with a big boot, knocking him out of the equation. Sullivan and Johnson both stand in the ring, with the referee being pulled out as they lock up. Sullivan tosses CJ backwards into the corner, nearly sending him to the mat from the impact upon his back. Down the ramp runs another OWF official, who slides down into the ring as Sullivan grabs a hold of CJ. He irish whips him towards the corner, where the new referee is standing -- but Chase leapfrogs over him, with a sigh of relief coming from the referee and cheers from the fans.

Gordie Falcoon - That was close!

The referee backs out into the middle of the ring while Chase remains up top and turns himself to face the ring. Sullivan stands up as CJ leaps down at Jack from the top rope. Once again, Sullivan rolls out of the way at the last possible moment, and the OWF official is hit with the cross body by Chase, instead.

Jake Steel - I think this is getting a little iffy now.

CJ again calls for someone from backstage, and it's James Dunn -- dressed exactly like CJ, followed by a referee who CJ isn't planning for.

Gordie Falcoon - Oh I'll never let him live this down.

He runs down to the ring, as Chase stands up and Sullivan sees Dunn slide into the ring. The referee slides in, as Chase reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a steel chain and wraps it around his fist, waiting for the referee to turn away from him. CJ rears back, but the NLW official turns back around -- forcing CJ to hide his hand.

Jake Steel - He's looking to bloody the ref! Abuse and I like it!

The referee turns his attention back to Dunn as CJ clocks him with the chain, knocking him out.

Gordie Falcoon - CJ is a cheap bastard!

Sullivan stands confused for a moment, when The Ice Man steps into the ring and demolishes Dunn with a clothesline and points to CJ. The Ice Man steps out of the ring, running after Dunn while Sullivan steps towards CJ -- when the bell sounds, suddenly.

Missy Janson - This match has been ruled a no contest!

Chase leaves the ring, and starts heading up the ramp with it becoming clear that there will be no more referees wanting to be knocked out.

Gordie Falcoon - That's bogus!

The fans boo heavily as CJ disappears behind the curtains, with Sullivan and Ice Man following in hot pursuit.

Jake Steel - We got jipped.

Gordie Falcoon - Poor referees.

Jake Steel - Occupational hazard, brother.

Jack Sullivan and The Ice Man disappear behind the curtains, as well.

Gordie Falcoon - Well, we're still even.

Jake Steel - The Phoenix, that bastard, and El Plaga have won for NLW.

Gordie Falcoon - While Steel and JC have won for the OWF. This no contest means the Main Event is the Rubber Match.

Jake Steel - You're going down.

“No More Sorrow” by Linken Park starts to play as Trent Steel enters the ringside area in a black t-shirt, blue jeans, and combat boots.

Gordie Falcoon - Wow, Trent actually showed up after a match was over.

Jake Steel - I'm friggin' shocked.

The fans cheer, picking themselves up again after the clusterfuck the end of the last match turned into.

Trent Steel - Relax. I told everyone I was staying out of this pile of shit those TWO promoters dare to call a Pay Per View Match. This show fucking sucks ass! This isn't about whose better...jeez this is worse than a ASW card!

The fans yell “OOOOHHH SNAP!!!”

Trent Steel - So once again...it looks like I.... I... Have to save the show. Look at that lackluster match. It's pathetic! Chase and Jack, You two didn't even give it half of your all and you know it! I know it! This was a fucking disaster.

Jake Steel - He should be talking about disasters. He's ruined plenty of matches.

Trent Steel - That match was a fucking shame and it fucking stops right now. Because you know what. I've had it with both of you two cock sucking losers. So guess what. I went over your heads.

Trent pulls out a contract from behind his back. It's all in red paper.

Trent Steel - See I had a meeting after my little rant on ESPN 3. It was with both boards of directors for NLW and OWF. You know those guys that you two have to please in order to keep your job. Funny thing. Both boards actually agreed with what I am about to do. I explained it to them in a nice business plan that capitalizes on what you two have fucked up beyond measure. People like seeing NLW and OWF collide. So why not make it a standard! Ladies and Gentlemen tonight...for the first time in wrestling history you are going to see the birth of something spectacular. The first interfederation group has been formed. Appearing on both NLW...and OWF shows. It will be a group dedicated not to either of your pathetic goals CJ and Jackie Boy. This is purely for the fans. This is purely for profit. And this is purely going to suck for both of you. I signed it. See if it's my fault that this mess has happened CJ I guess I got to clean it up and clean you out in the process. Ladies and Gentlemen I give you...The Rogues!

The light shift to all red as Trent Steel is joined by two shadowy figures.

Trent Steel - Allow me to introduce you to the first of the recruits into this new ideal. You might recognize them.

The men step out of the shadows. It's Jason Chase and The Lost Soul. The fans go nuts as all cameras in the arena focus back at the entranceway -- allowing for multiple angles from all three men.

The Lost Soul - If you can't beat them...join up with them!

Jason Chase - We're taking over bitches!

Trent Steel - That right! We're the new faces that you are going to see on more shows than you could ever want us to be. Oh but of course these two gentlemen are not the only ones that are “thinking it over” about this new “takeover”. They'll show themselves in the next few weeks. So bring your FTF...and whatever little counter group CJ can fucking think of. Because by the time I am done. I will have done so much more for your companies the boards will be firing both of your asses!

The three men start to exit as Trent stops.

Trent Steel - Oh one more thing. I forgot. My announcement wasn't about the group.

They both look at the entranceway as “Back in your face” starts to play. TLS and Chase block another figure.

Trent Steel - Allow me to introduce you to the forth member of this takeover boys. When I dropped this guy it sealed the deal and all it took was just one phone call from little old me. I give you the terror of ASW!

The fans start chanting “Kremlin” or “Dominator” but out of the entranceway comes a man with short blonde hair. Hippie shades, tye dye t-shirt, blue jeans, black sneakers...and a huge ass crossbow.

Trent Steel - DUDE JOB!!!!

The fans go absolutely ballistic.

Gordie Falcoon - DUDE JOB IS BACK!

Jake Steel - Dude Job? Who the crap is that?

DJ grabs the mic from Trent.

Gordie Falcoon - Listen in and you'll find out.

Dude JoB - Oh yes! Oh yes! The Lawndarting Bastard is back...and you two know how much I hated Krem and all his I have the power bullshit. You two ass clowns get to go one on one with The Master of the Madhouse! Get ready kiddies...Dude JoB is back in your face and The Rogues are going to put you two out to pasture faster than you can say Dominator sucks!

The fans go nuts. Trent grabs the microphone back.

Trent Steel - And as for you X-Terminator... Welcome back to the OWF. Now I can get my hands on you whereever I want.. and whenever I want.

The foursome turn and head backstage. The feed cuts to the announcers booth.

Jake Steel - What did we witness here?

Gordie Falcoon - I don't know. But I don't think it can be any good.

Jake Steel - Probably not.

Gordie Falcoon - Well, I'm getting word we may get some insight on it -- Garrett Greene is backstage with all four men right now!

Jake Steel - How convienient!

The feed cuts backstage to the parking garage, where we see Trent Steel, Dude JoB, TLS, and Jason Chase start to leave the arena via limosine.

Garrett Greene - Wait! Where are you guys going? The show isn't over!

The Lost Soul - Yeah it is.

Jason Chase - The show is leaving right now.

Garrett Greene - Oh come on guys. DJ! DJ! Can we get a comment on your return!

Dude JoB - You getting between me and a party...and I got my lawndarts with me.

Garrett Greene - Lawndarts?...what?

Trent Steel - Don't do it. We got to go. As a matter of fact...

All four nod as DJ grabs Garrett Greene and shoves him into the limo.

Garrett Greene - Hey wait what the....HELP!!!

Trent Steel - Let's show Garrett a good time boys. Let's paint this town...Rogue Red!

The limo speeds off as the four wrestlers get into it. Dude JoB hangs his head out the side of the limo as it speeds off.

Dude JoB - Itttt'sssss beegggginnnnngggg tooooo loook a lot like Christmas!! WOOO HOOOO!!!!!

The cameras fade back to the announcers booth, with both men looking blankly into the camera.

Gordie Falcoon - Well, we now have four lunatics grouped up together.

Jake Steel - Yeah, should make for some fun times ahead for us.

Gordie Falcoon - I can't wait to call Trent Steel's latest shenanigans.

Jake Steel - Oh, yeah, that does suck.

PA System - Diamonds are forever...

"Diamonds from Sierra Leone" by Kanye West begins to play softly as gold sparks begin to shimmer down at the entry way.

They won't leave in the night,
I've no fear that they might
Desert me.

The song continues to play as still images of a wrestler with blue tint on the screen play. "BlackJack" flashes between each shot.

Foooooorrrrrrreeeeeeeevvvvvvvverrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

Gordie Falcoon - Well it looks like Greg Jackson has decided to come to ringside for this match.

Jake Steel - God, why?

Gordie Falcoon - I don't know... To scout the competition?

Greg Jackson makes his way to ringside, taking a seat at the announcer's table.

Gordie Falcoon - Good to see you Greg.

Greg Jackson - Good to be here Falcoon.

Jake Steel - Um, why?

Greg Jackson - Why what?

Jake Steel - Why come down here?

Greg Jackson - It's a big match, and I want to see how Jesse handles it and cheer on the OWF.

Jake Steel - Suck-up.

Greg Jackson - What?

Jake Steel - You hear me.

Gordie Falcoon - Come on guys, we got a match to call.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the evening -- This is a Top Rope Triumph match! Making his way to the ring first, representing NLW... From Broken Arrow, Oklahoma... He is the NLW Champion... JOSH ALLEN!

"Riot" by Three Days Grace hits, causing some unsettled fans to stand and boo. Josh Allen strides onto stage and treads down the aisle, shaking his head in apparent disgust at some of the front-row fans. He slides into the ring, climbing one of the turnbuckles and holding up the NLW Championship, taunting the fans with it.

Gordie Falcoon - This match has been brewing for quite a while now, although both Sullivan and CJ kept blocking it until now.

Greg Jackson - Should be worth watching.

Jake Steel - What's with the ridiculous match gimmick though?

Gordie Falcoon - What about it? Whenever a top rope maneuver is performed there's 10 seconds to secure a pin fall.

Jake Steel - That sounds boring, needs more abuse~!

Greg Jackson - Come on Jake, just sit back and enjoy the match.

Jake Steel - No! You can't make me!

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

The lights go black as a deep, eerie growl is heard over the PA. Immediately we hear dirty, distorted guitars come in before being followed by the drums kicking in.

Walk around the room with a glaze in your stare.
In your tuxedo suit.
I will give it a name.
Lower your defenses.
Lower your casket.
Open the door and open your grave.

As the music dies down a bit, we see Jesse Williams walk out from the back- with a limp in his step and the OWF World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. The lights come back up to a normal setting, with Jesse staring out into the crowd. He takes his time walking towards the ring, making sure to take in all his surroundings and to not aggravate his knee- which is bulging from a knee brace under his black jeans. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops as the music starts to kick back in.

NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER!

Walk around the room with a glaze in your stare.
In your tuxedo suit.
I will give it a name.
Lower your defenses.
Lower your casket.
Open the door and open your grave.
YEAH!

He slides into the ring, directly under the bottom rope, immediately holding his arms up as the repeated pounding of the drums resonates in the minds of all the fans watching him. The fans in the crowd explode into a loud chorus of cheers for Williams, sending a deafening set of applause through the arena. He walks to the side of the ring closest to the cameras. He backs into the corner opposite of Josh Allen, with a wide smile upon his face.

Mediocrity is the killer.
You find yourself helpless.
Christ is not a fashion, fleeting away.

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

Gordie Falcoon - This will be the first time either man has locked up in the ring, although with Josh Allen qualified for the Christmas Tree match it might not end up being the last.

Greg Jackson - What's that supposed to mean Gordie? I'm walking out of Holiday Bash as champ, and if Allen wins that match it's me he's going to have to deal with.

Jake Steel - Just like you were going to win Aggro Crag, right?

Greg Jackson - Hey I was ROBBED!

Jake Steel - Sure you were.

Greg Jackson - Discrimination, that's the sort of thing that keeps holding me back!

Jake Steel - We believe you Greg.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The bell rings, and the two champions of their respective companies waste no time in locking up in the center of the ring. Jesse quickly takes advantage of his slight size advantage, slapping on a side headlock and twisting Allen's head down. Allen quickly fights back, shoving Williams and sending him into the ropes. Williams bounces back, and Allen quickly catches him with an arm drag. Williams pops back up and again Allen catches him with an arm drag. Shaking his head, Williams gets to his feet and again Allen tries for an arm drag. This time the OWF Champion is ready, and he counters with a hiptoss. Josh springs back, and Jesse goes low, grabbing Allen's legs and taking him to the mat with a double leg takedown.

Gordie Falcoon - Both men opting for a more technical approach here.

Jake Steel - You mean a more boring approach. I swear if the whole match is going to be like this the fans are going to riot.

Gordie Falcoon - And by fans, do you mean you?

Jake Steel - Yes, yes I will riot, and you can't stop me 'cause I'm on fire tonight!

Greg Jackson - ...

Gordie Falcoon - I still cannot figure out how you even have a job.

Jake Steel - Simple, I ooze charisma.

Greg Jackson - Looks like bad hair gel from here.

Jake Steel - Quiet you!

Williams quickly moves forward, drilling Allen with rights before pulling him up by his hair. Williams then scoop slams the NLW Champion before delivering a snap elbowdrop. Allen rolls away before standing up, and starts to trade rights with Jesse. Jesse uses a well-placed knee to get control, hooking Allen and lifting him up for a vertical suplex. Allen is able to free himself though and grabs Jesse's head, pulling him down and hitting a neckbreaker.

Gordie Falcoon - Nice counter there by Allen.

Jake Steel - Your mom is a nice counter there!

Gordie Falcoon - Hey, "your mom" jokes are so pass�.

Greg Jackson - Plus I've been with Gordie's mom, nothing nice about that.

Gordie Falcoon - ...

Jake Steel - SNAP!

Jesse rolls onto his hands and knees, prompting Josh to deliver a swift kick to his ribs. The fans boo at the lack of sportsmanship being shown by Allen, but he ignores it as he puts the boots to Williams. Scooping Williams up, Allen delivers a backbreaker, dropping the OWF Champion across his knee. Jesse clutches his back as Allen rolls him onto his stomach before grabbing him by the chin and stepping over him, locking in a camel clutch. The boos and jeers continues as Allen yanks on Jesse's head, contorting his back. The referee checks Jesse knowing that this match can't be won by submission but if Jesse were to pass out it would need to be stopped. Allen continues to pull back for a moment before releasing the hold, raking Jesse's face as he does so.

Gordie Falcoon - What a show of disrespect being shown there by Allen, taking a cheap shot like that.

Jake Steel - You consider a rake of the eyes a cheap shot? Man, you're even lamer than Caelan, and I thought that was a physical impossibility.

Gordie Falcoon - What? I'm not lame, I'm trying to call a match here and that was cheap.

Jake Steel - Cheap like your mom!

Gordie Falcoon - My mom's not--

Jake Steel - Greg?

Greg Jackson - Gordie's mom is totally cheap.

Gordie Falcoon - *Sighs*

Dragging Jesse to his feet, Allen hooks his leg and his head in a front facelock, delivering a fisherman's suplex to try to continue working over Jesse's back. Jesse rolls onto his stomach to avoid putting his weight onto his back. Allen sees his opening and quickly steps through the ropes onto the ring apron. Shooting Jesse a look of contempt, Allen uses the top rope like a catapult, launching himself over the top rope with a senton, crashing down hard on Jesse's back. Allen quickly rolls Jesse onto his back to go for a pin, but the referee refuses to count. Allen pops up to ask why, and the referee explains to him that he didn't jump off of the top turnbuckle to do the move, so it doesn't count.

Gordie Falcoon - Looks like Josh Allen is getting a crash course in the rules here, apparently just using the ropes isn't good enough, you need to be jumping from the top turnbuckle.

Jake Steel - I may not like Allen, but that's pretty weak sauce.

Gordie Falcoon - Rules are rules Jake.

Jake Steel - God I hate you. I hope you get AIDS.

Gordie Falcoon - That's hardly--

Jake Steel - This night just needs to end! I need to get away from this idiot.

Gordie Falcoon - My thoughts exactly.

Shaken his head in disgust, Allen goes to drag the OWF Champion up, but Jesse fires into his opponent with rights, attempting to get back into the match. Allen quickly cuts him off with a thumb to the eye, which draws boos and the ref's ire but Allen ignores it as he shoves Jesse against the ropes before delivering a knife-edged chop to his chest. Another one quickly follows suit, and then another. Jesse's chest is red from the blows as Allen grabs his head and delivers an implant DDT! Allen then drags Jesse over to the ropes, draping him between the bottom and second ropes before going onto the apron. Once there he taunts the crowd before jumping off of the apron, catching Williams across the chest and neck with a legdrop that digs the bottom rope into Jesse's back before sending him bouncing up into the middle rope.

Gordie Falcoon - The fans don't like it all that much, but Josh Allen has control right now and is taking advantage of Jesse's back.

Jake Steel - That's just a display of how awesome NLW is. Even someone like Josh Allen can beat up on your World Champ. What does that say about your company?

Gordie Falcoon - Hey now, Jesse Williams is one of the most decorated competitors in the history of this sport.

Greg Jackson - Plus he's keeping that OWF World title nice and shiny for me until I beat him for it at Holiday Bash.

Jake Steel - HA! Good one Greg.

Greg Jackson - What? I'm going to be champ soon.

Jake Steel - Yeah, just like you were going to win a piece of that glowing rock, right? Man, you OWF guys crack me up.

Greg Jackson - Why I outta--

Gordie Falcoon - Calm down Greg, wait until after the broadcast, then we can both jump him.

Greg Jackson - Deal!

Jake Steel - Hey that's no fair...

Allen reaches into the ring, grabbing Jesse's leg and dragging him over to the ring post. Jesse tries to kick free, back Allen's grip is tight as he positions Jesse. Allen then swings Jesse's leg, slamming it knee-first into the post! Jesse tries to free himself, but Allen does it again before climbing back onto the apron, kicking at Jesse's leg as he does so. Allen then climbs onto the top turnbuckle, jumping off and driving both his feet into Jesse's chest. Allen then pulls him away from the ropes and goes for a pin...

1...

2...

No, Jesse got his shoulder up!

Gordie Falcoon - First pin attempt of the match, but it just wasn't enough to keep Jesse down.

Greg Jackson - Going to take more than that to keep Williams down, I can tell you that one from experience.

Jake Steel - How about you tell us something constructive Greg, like how Gordie's mom handles in the sack.

Gordie Falcoon - ...

Greg Jackson - Well, you see she's got this trick she does with her--

Gordie Falcoon - SHUT UP! This is a family program...

Jake Steel - Well yeah man, that's why we're discussing your family...

Shaking his head, Allen drills the OWF Champion with some rights to the forehead before pulling him to his feet and giving him an irish whip. Allen bounces off of the opposite ropes, charging at Jesse as Jesse rebounds. Jesse ducks under Allen's clothesline, and as Allen bounces back Williams catches him with a powerslam! The fans cheer loudly as Jesse stumbles back onto the ropes, catching his breath as Allen gets back to a vertical base. Jesse quickly applies a waistlock onto Allen, which the NLW struggles to break. Allen makes a standing switch, applying a waistlock of his own before Jesse does it himself. This time Jesse is ready to act, delivering a release german suplex that plants Allen onto his neck and shoulders hard.

Gordie Falcoon - Williams was able to get himself back in the match with some high impact moves here. He's really been pushing a more ground-based attack since he faced EJ Slayer all those months ago. Think that's why Jack insisted this be a Top Rope Triumph match?

Jake Steel - No, I think Jack was trying to punish me somehow.

Greg Jackson - Just like he screwed me over with that Aggro Crag actuator.

Jake Steel - You gotta let that go man.

Greg Jackson - Oh hell NO. I got screwed!

Pulling Allen up, Jesse grabs him and puts him into a reverse facelock, hooking his trunks and lifting him up, delivering a reverse suplex that plants Allen in the center of the ring. Jesse takes in the cheers of the crowd briefly before hooking Allen and delivering a brainbuster! Jesse clutches his back a bit before looking over to the turnbuckle. Jesse makes his way up to the top turnbuckle, looking to put an end to this match. Before he can do anything though Josh throws himself into the ropes, knocking Jesse's footing loose. Jesse slips down, crotching himself on the top turnbuckle as Allen walks over, climbing into the second turnbuckle and deliver a right to Jesse's forehead. Jesse tries to fight back, but a headbutt from Allen puts an end to that. Allen hooks Jesse, pulling him up as he climbs to the top turnbuckle, delivering a superplex that leaves both men lying in the ring!

Gordie Falcoon - SUPERPLEX!

Jake Steel - Yeah, it's a superplex. No need to react like you're getting off for the first time ever.

Gordie Falcoon - I'm excited. This has been a good match!

Greg Jackson - Well you're both right. It has been a good match, and you did way over-react there Gordie.

Gordie Falcoon - But--

Jake Steel - Seriously dude, take a chill pill. Maybe some Xanax.

Gordie Falcoon - ...Whatever.

The countdown has started to go for a pin. 1! Neither man is moving as the crowd starts a "Jesse" chant in support of the OWF World Champion. 2! Jesse still hasn't moved, but Allen is starting to stir. 3! Allen as able to crawl over, draping his arm over Jesse:

1...

2...

No, Jesse kicks out! The crowd noise instantly kicks up a few decibels as Jesse gets his shoulder up. Allen gets to his feet, kicking Williams in the head before glancing over to the turnbuckle. Josh then pulls Williams closer before climbing to the top turnbuckle and leaping off, delivering a Swanton Bomb! The boos are near deafening as Allen stands up, putting his foot onto Jesse's chest for a pin:

1...

2...

NO! Another last second kickout!

Gordie Falcoon - Allen just tried to beat Jesse with his own finisher, but Jesse just won't quit!

Jake Steel - I swear, Jesse is just like Jin Royale. He's so used to being on his back that he gets his shoulder up from pure muscle memory.

Greg Jackson - You know who else is used to being on their back? Gordie's mom. There was this one time--

Gordie Falcoon - Cut that out!

Unfazed to this turn of events due to his rather lackluster pin cover, Allen pulls Jesse to his feet, calling for the Touch of Reality. Allen tries to hook Williams for it, but Jesse shoves Josh, sending him chest-first into the turnbuckle. Allen hits the turnbuckle hard, and Jesse throws himself into Allen, driving him into the corner again with a vertical splash. Jesse pulls Allen out of the corner, hooking him and delivering the J-Dubz Driver 1! After planting Allen Jesse stumbles back into the ropes, catching his breath as the crowd continues to chant for him. Allen starts to stir, and Jesse grabs him, lifting him up and drilling him with an exploder suplex.

Gordie Falcoon - Jesse keeps continuing his usage of high impact moves here, which I'm sure is of interest to you Greg.

Greg Jackson - I'm just trying to enjoy the match here Gordie.

Jake Steel - Like anyone could enjoy this? Where's the blood? Where's the violence?! This is not what I expected!

Gordie Falcoon - There's having a hell of a match and you don't care because they aren't using chairs to beat the crap out of each other?

Jake Steel - Exactly.

Greg Jackson - Wow.

Jesse makes his way to the top, waiting for Allen to get to his feet before making his move. Allen gets up, and sure enough Williams takes off, catching Josh square in the chest with a missile dropkick! Williams quickly goes for a cover:

1...

2...

Shoulder up! Jesse pulls Allen up, whipping him into the ropes. Allen bounces off, and Williams catches him with a clothesline. Josh pops back up as Williams bounces off of the ropes, flying back and catching the NLW Champion with a forearm. Jesse looks to keep the momentum going, bouncing off of the ropes again. This time Josh is prepared, and he buries Williams with a spinebuster for his trouble! You can hear the groans of the fans as their hero's back bounces off of the mat from the impact, with the OWF Champion writhing in pain.

Gordie Falcoon - Went to the well too many times there, and Allen made him pay.

Greg Jackson - Ow.

Jake Steel - Come on! Hurry up and finish this up so I can catch the rest of Armageddon.

Gordie and Greg - ...

Jake Steel - What? It's, um, research for NLW. You know, to try to improve our product.

Gordie Falcoon - Right...

Using his own legs to hold Jesse's in place, Allen reaches forward, grabbing the OWF Champion's arms and rolling backwards, lifting Jesse off of the mat and holding him up in a Mexican surfboard. Jesse yells out as Allen continues applying pressure on his opponent's back, contorting him with the hold. Allen slowly releases the hold, dropping Jesse to the mat before climbing to the top turnbuckle. Confident that Williams isn't moving, Allen takes fight, crashing into Williams with a frog splash that quickly leads to a cover:

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No, shoulder up! Allen shakes his head in frustration before grabbing Jesse's leg, flipping him over and applying a single leg crab.

Gordie Falcoon - Allen's going for submission holds here, no doubt looking to keep Jesse grounded long enough to get the job done.

Greg Jackson - That's not a bad plan.

Jake Steel - It is a boring plan though. Come on guys, I want to see something interesting. Someone light a chair on fire or jump through a table or something.

Gordie Falcoon - Jake, did you have ADD as a child?

Jake Steel - No, why?

Gordie Falcoon - Just wondering.

Josh pulls back on Williams' leg, trying to keep the pressure going as Jesse tries to drag himself to the ropes. Allen continues the pressure, but Jesse is able to grab the bottom rope, forcing Allen to break the hold at the referee's demand. Josh argues with the referee some before grabbing Jesse. Jesse fires back with a European uppercut, catching Allen off guard. Williams delivers a few rights before lifting Allen up and hotshotting him onto the top rope! As Allen bounces off and stumbles forward Williams grabs him and delivers a belly to belly suplex! The fans are on their feet as Jesse gets fired up.

Gordie Falcoon - Jesse is getting fired up here, not letting the targeting of his back get him down.

Jake Steel - Something needs to, this is just dragging on and on and on...

Gordie Falcoon - And you're the one NLW staff chose to call this?

Jake Steel - Hell yes, I am the total embodiment of NLW.

Gordie Falcoon - That concept scares me.

Jesse ascends to the top rope, again measuring Allen to put an end to this match. He leaps off the top turnbuckle, looking to hit a phoenix splash. Unfortunately for Williams, Josh rolls towards the turnbuckle, causing him to miss his mark and slam into the canvas. Allen uses the opportunity to catch his breath, rolling out to ringside. Frustration clearly painted across his face, the NLW Champion shoves the timekeeper out of his seat, picking the chair up and folding it. The crowd boos loudly as the referee yells at Allen to drop the chair. Greg Jackson stands up from the announcer's table, pulling off his headset.

Gordie Falcoon - Uh oh, looks like Greg's about to get involved.

Jake Steel - Yes! The abuse is about to begin~!

Gordie Falcoon - This can't possibly end well.

Allen moves to get into the ring, but Greg grabs the chair, yanking it out of his hands. Allen turns to Jackson, yelling at him as the referee continues to tell Josh to get back into the ring. Jackson throws the chair to the side, and Allen yells in frustration before rolling back into the ring. Once in the ring, Allen pulls Jesse to his feet before DDTing him to the mat again. Allen then yells out "it's over!" before climbing to the top rope, leaping off with a split-legged moonsault! Allen hits Williams dead-on, and quickly makes the cover:

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3-- No, Williams just barely gets his shoulder up in time!

Gordie Falcoon - Both guys are really digging down deep to get to the end here, just trying anything to win.

Jake Steel - I'm disappointed in Greg. There could've been abuse...

Gordie Falcoon - Jackson did the right thing.

Jake Steel - The right thing is boring.

Frustrated, Allen pulls Jesse up, lifting him up in an attempt to piledriver the OWF Champ. Williams is able to fight back though, shifting his weight back and pushing up on Allen's legs, sending the NLW Champion flying with a back body drop. The crowd cheers Jesse on as he drops to one knee, the match clearly taking its toll on his body. Allen slowly starts to get to his feet, and Jesse finds that extra burst of energy to charge forward, leveling Allen with a lariat. Williams taunts Josh to stand up, and nails him with another lariat when he does. Williams pulls Josh up, attempting to hit the J-Dubz Driver 2, but Allen is able to cut him off with an elbow. The two start to exchange blows, with Williams gaining control with a chop to Allen's chest. Another chop knocks Allen back, forcing him into the corner.

Gordie Falcoon - Jesse's taking control here and one's got to think this is almost over. I'm surprised either man is still standing.

Jake Steel - You'd think they're getting paid by the hour with how long they're dragging this out.

Gordie Falcoon - Neither man knows the meaning of the word quit.

Jake Steel - That's because neither man owns a dictionary. Hey, did you know that they took gullible out of the dictionary?

Gordie Falcoon - I watched Turbulence Jake.

Jake Steel - Damnit!

With Allen backed into the corner Jesse charges forward, going to for a vertical splash. Allen ducks out of the way though, causing Jesse to slam chest-first into the turnbuckle. JA quickly capitalizes, grabbing Williams from behind and hitting a reverse DDT. Allen then makes his way to the top turnbuckle, waiting for Williams to get up. When Jesse gets to his feet Allen leaps off, catching him with a hurricanrana. Allen rolls with it to try to pin Williams, but Williams is able to roll through -- excuting a Sunset Flip while flipping over, and pinning Allen's shoulders to the mat:

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Gordie Falcoon - I don't believe it! Jesse did it! He pinned Josh Allen!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match -- representing the OWF... The OWF World Heavyweight Champion... JESSE WILLIAMS!

The crowd erupts as the referee makes the three count, with Jesse quickly rolling out of the ring, clutching his back as Allen stares in disbelief.

Jake Steel - Wait, what? How the... I thought you had to hit a move from the top rope before a pin could be made?

Gordie Falcoon - Allen hit that hurricanrana, Jesse counter, and the pin was made within the 10 seconds.

Jake Steel - ...But Allen hit it!

Gordie Falcoon - So, Williams hit a sunset flip!

Jake Steel - ...I'm confused.

Gordie Falcoon - ...I have no idea, but Jesse has won here tonight -- and this is surely not the end between these two.

Allen seethes in the ring, yelling at the referee that Jesse didn't hit the move and thus shouldn't have been able to make the pin, but the referee doesn't seem to want to have any part of Allen's argument.

Gordie Falcoon - This has been such a special night.

Jake Steel - It was very big for our federations, that is for sure.

Gordie Falcoon - I hope we can do it again. All the building has come to this night, and it was a great show.

Jake Steel - I'm sure the NLW and OWF still have loose ends worth tying up.

Gordie Falcoon - Absolutely. So, for Jake Steel, the NLW and the OWF -- I'm Gordie Falcoon, saying thank you for joining us for NLW and OWF Present... Collision Course!

Williams holds up the OWF World Title standing at the top of the stage, while Allen glares up at him. Jesse flips Josh off with a wide smile upon his face, and the fans explode in to a deeper round of cheeras as the feed cuts out to the OWF and NLW's logos.