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-- SHOW INTRO -- This is a new generation.. A new breed of talent... Whispers fill your ears as the intro to music begins to play. They fade as the singing begins. If you feel... So empty.. So used up.. So
Let Down.. If you feel so angry.. So ripped off.. So
stepped on.. Your not the.. Only one. Clips of the new breed of OWF as well as old footage passes over your screen as "Riot" by 3 Days Grace plays in the background. The opening segment of Addiction grabs your attention and the theme itself becomes addicting. -- LIVE HOUR 1 -- Falcoon - God I feel like a fuckin duche bag... Gordie Falcoon joins you live and he's taken by suprise as the camera's cut to him without warning. He's dressed in a bright yellow chicken suit and as a cardboard title belt bent in half over his shoulder. Falcoon - Hello everyone and welcome to OWF Monday Night..... Gordie touches his headset and shakes his head back and forth hearing the messages sent to him. Falcoon - I'mm... I'm not gonna say that. Its retarded... Theirs a long pause then he rolls his eyes before he continues. Falcoon - Monday Night Chocolate-Coated-Pee-Pee-Cocks.... He blurts out real fast, obviously not amused or thrilled by having to say it. Falcoon - We are live tonight from Cox Arena in San Diego, CA. Falcoon - I'm Gordie "Birdboy" Falcoon, NOTE I didn't give myself that nickname and I hate it. Next to me my partner.. The "kissable" Jackie Kissens. The cameras back up to show his broadcast partner, Jackie Kissens dressed in a hersey kisses suit. Kissens - Ughh... Falcoon - YOU LOOK RIDICULOUS! Kissens - Me? Falcoon - LOOOOK AT YOURSELF! NOW LOOOOOOK AT MEEEEEE! Kissens - This REALLY SUCKS! Falcoon - Get use to it.. Because with Meca running the show you never know what will happen. Kissens - Luckily DK is still around to restore SOME dignity. Falcoon - For those of you viewers that don't know, Durning the OWF executive meeting this past week, Our new owner Meca Blight named The Diamond Kid president of this organization and the WoW. Kissens - Neither one of them are mentally stable or know what it takes to be fincanically successful, but at least DK has the experience to keep this company going. Falcoon - For now... right? The two laugh, they share a brief moment until turning to look at each other in their costumes. Falcoon - Ugh... Lets go to Toby Wilks who's standing by. The camera's cut backstage to show Toby Wilks standing next to OWF President The Diamond Kid. Wilks - Toby Wilks here with founder of this company and former owner. Happy Presidents Day Prez DK! Prez DK - Thanks Toby. I have a couple issues to address tonight, normally I would address these issues in the ring, but unfortunitly Meca Blight has made a rule for the night that everyone has to come down to the ring riding an elephant and well.. That just doesn't sound fun to me. Maybe you'd like it Toby. Wilks - ... Prez DK - This past week we had a legal dispute between some of the OWF wrestlers, they fealt that the constant changing of ownership was unfitting for themselves and fealt the OWF wasn't a stable place to be. With best interests of these wrestlers, their families, and our company the OWF officially released "The Loose Cannon" Bryan Tann and Daemon Hawk from their contracts and wishes them the best of luck with their careers. Wilks - How can you just let someone like Bryan Tann go? Prez DK - So let the record books show, that Brian Lemay and Ali Khadfi both scared pinfall victories over their opponents tonight. We appologise to the OWF fans that are disappointed and did not get to this this match. The subject is closed. Now lets see some OWF action! Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first.. He is one half of the OWF tag team champions... Mr Good! PA System - GOOD-NIGHT! "Poison" by Prodigy plays as Mr. Good comes out to the entryway. The crowd boos loudly, though Mr. Good stands at the entryway soaking it up as if it is grand applause. He then walks down to the ring. Missy Janson - And his opponent.. Ozric! PA System - Pain.. Without love.. Pain.. I can't get enough.. Pain.. I like it rough.. 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.. The crunchy riff of "Pain", by Three Days Grace, slams into the crowd and a barrage of house lights strobe on and off. Multi-colored balloons and black confetti start to fall from directly above the stage. It's only a matter seconds after this that Ozric makes his entrance, draped in clown attire and all. Standing inches from the curtain, he scans the crowd by looking to his left and his right before running down the aisle and sliding into the ring. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Ozric runs directly into a big foot to the stomach by Mr Good. Good lays in an elbow to the back of the neck of Ozric that sends OZ crashing to the mat. Mr Good poses for the crowd but recieves only boos, she shrugs off the audience and turns back to find that Ozric is gone... Falcoon - Where did Ozric go? I didn't even see him get up.. He's not behind me is he? Kissens - Yeah and he's about to eat your brains. Falcoon - AHHH! Gordie leaps up from his chair then realises she was joking. Mr Good looks around the ring then out of nowhere Ozric pops up on the aprion and punches Mr. Good in the back of the head! Ozric jumps up to the top rope and delivers a flipping neck breaker on Good! Ozric goes for the early pin.. 1...2... Mr Good kicks out. The two scuffle themselves back onto their feet.. Mr Good grabs Ozric and sends him into the ropes... Ozric bounces off and tries for a flying elbow lariat, Good counters and catches Ozric by the elbow, he twists Ozrics arm behind his head then lifts him into the air he slams Ozric to the mat with a modified choke slam! Mr Good covers.. 1...2... Ozric kicks out! Mr. Good appears to be wearing down fast as he lifts Ozric up... Ozric quickly counters with a thumb to the eye then pushes Mr. Good into the ropes.. Ozric catches good with a running knee! Good is staggered, Ozric hooks Mr. Good in a powerbomb set up... Good counters and uses his head to rack Ozric! Ozric stumbles backwards.. Mr Good hooks Ozric under his arm... Good-Night! Mr Good plants him with the ddt finisher then pins Ozric 1...2...3! Missy Janson - Here is your winner..... Mr. Good! Kissens - Mr Good just absolutly disgusts me. Falcoon - What? Why? Kissens - He's old and gross. Falcoon - He could be your sugar daddy! yah! Kissens - Gross. The camera's cut backstage to show WoW champion Alexis Cage entering the arena, she passes by Aphrodisia Jordan and smirks as she sticks her nose in the air in disgust. Alexis Cage - This is what I have to look forward to facing at the pay per view? Some white trash street slut without a home? Aphrodisia turns and looks at Alexis who begins to walk away. She ignores the comments and gets ready for her match. Suddenly from behind Alexis kicks her in the back of the head! Aphrodisia hits the concrete floor face first and the scene returns to the ring. Falcoon - What the hell has gotten into the womens champion? Last week Prissy, now this week Aphrodisia. Kissens - She's proving her point. I brought Alexis Cage into this federation knowing she had the talent and the dreams to be something great. Now she's proving that to me! Falcoon - By attacking people from behind? Kissens - You do what you have to.. To make an impact. Missy Janson - The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first.. He is the #1 contender to the OWF title... Plague! The arena goes black, then a spotlight appears on the back of Plague. He turns around and holds his right hand in the air. His guitar is slung in front of him. He slides his pick up the string making a loud screech. The Hell's Fire logo is seen on the Titantron interchanging with the Sadistic Souls logo. "Down With The Sickness" is heard through the PA. Strobe lights go off, making Plague's way down to the ring in slow motion. He slides into the ring and throws his hand up in the air and the pyros go off in from the ring posts. He walks over to his corner and stands up and raises his guitar in the air. He sits cross legged on the turnbuckle and waits for the match to begin. Falcoon - Plague sure does like his stringed instruments. Kissens - He is probably the only guy that I wouldn’t want playing with my ‘strings’. Falcoon - Oh? Kissens - Scratch that. One of two guys. Missy Janson - And his opponent.. She is the #1 contender to the WoW title... Aphrodisia Jordan! The lights dim in the arena as a wind picks up through out the sound-system. The wind continues to blow as a piano starts up, heavy cords over-taking it shortly. Soon, the hard guitars and drums of Cradle of Filth’s “Her Ghost In The Fog” pick up. Smoke billows around the entrance, spotlights flickering wildly through-out the theatre before focusing in on the center of the stage, the fog thickening. The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait Slowly, a silhouette begins to appear, still draped in the fog. The figure is slender and still, one hand on her hip, the other hanging loosely at her side. Dark liquored eyes: an Arabian nightmare… The fog dissipates slowly as Aphrodisia Jordan steps forth through its thickness, drawing from a cigarette before flicking it down to the floor of the ramp, pacing towards the ring, in no rush to get there. Her body was clad in a pair of black jeans, held up by a studded belt. A black halter top covered her upper body, leaving the tattoos and scars that littered her arms, midriff, neck and chest exposed. Her facial piercings were absent, however. Putting reason to flight, or to death as
their way Aphrodisia moves into the ring and hovers in her corner, sapphire eyes forward and blank, jaw set and ready to brawl. Falcoon - As you saw, moments ago Aphrodisia for the victim of a brutal attack by Alexis Cage. We gotta wonder if Aphrodisia is ready to fight. Kissens - Get that girl a tanning bed! Falcoon - Someone get this girl a muzzle...please! Kissens - Do I have to talk about a pump for a certain area? Falcoon - Touche...Touche. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) Plague makes the first move rushing at Aphrodisia. Aphrodisia gets a hard knee to the gut. Plague grabs Aphrodisia’s head looking for a DDT. Aphrodisia quickly drops to her knees breaking Plague’s hold on her head. Plague goes for a spin kick. Aphrodisia rolls backwards and quickly springs to her feet. Aphrodisia goes for a boot, but Plague catches her foot. Plague tosses the foot up and throws Aphrodisia back. She lands on her feet. Plague rushes forward looking to level her with a clothesline. Aphrodisia ducks and spins around. Plague spins around looking to throw a right hook. Aphrodisia moves to do the same. Both stop mid punch and move to block the punch. Both take a step back staring one another down. The crowd is erupting from the action. Falcoon - A high octane start to this match! Kissens - I really hate to disagree with you...and I mean really hate...but you are right. Plague takes a step forward, but Aphrodisia cuts him off. A boot to the gut doubles Plague over. Aphrodisia bounces off the ropes and comes back at Plague hitting him in the side of the head with a drop kick. Plague skids to the ropes standing up using the top rope for support. Aphrodisia runs and jumps over the top rope hitting a bull dog catching Plague’s neck across the top rope. Aphrodisia lands on her feet to the roar of the crowd. Falcoon - Aphrodisia making Plague eat his words from his promo earlier in the week. Kissens - No amount of kissing ass will get you in her pants. Falcoon - Should I just slap her like I– Falcoon gets slapped by Kissens hard enough to get knocked out of his chair. She stands there sweetly just missing the halo for her innocent act. Kissens - Back to the ring, shall we? Aphrodisia slides into the ring and pulls Plague up to her feet. Plague staggers, but gets whipped into the ropes. Plague reverses and sends Aphrodisia into the ropes. Plague ducks down, but Aphrodisia sees it coming. She leaps over Plague and keeps her momentum going into the opposite ropes. Plague turns around an catches Aphrodisia on her way back. He hits a hard power slam. Aphrodisia holds her back in pain. Falcoon - Ow...What a hook. Kissens - Oh, you liked it, bitch! Falcoon - I...ummm...(mumbles under breath) Plague drags Aphrodisia to her feet. He picks her up for a suplex and nails it. Plague gets up and starts laying the boots into Aphrodisia. Plague backs off letting Aphrodisia stagger to her feet. He rushes at he and hits a hard clothesline. Aphrodisia bounces hard on the mat. She rolls through getting to her feet. Plague slams her down again with another clothesline. Aphrodisia gets up again. This time slower. Plague runs at Aphrodisia and this time hammers her down with an elbow smash to the face. Kissens - Right in the kisser! Falcoon - Ow! These two are going all out! Plague grabs Aphrodisia’s legs and struggles to lock them around his. He is looking to lock in the Death Lock, his patented sharpshooter, on Aphrodisia. She is struggling, but Plague is making headway. He is starting to turn her over. Aphrodisia is still working against Plague. She manages to break free as Plague is facing away from her. Falcoon - She broke the hold! She broke it! Kissens - Remember that comment about ass kissing? Falcoon - Bu– Kissens - And the slap? Falcoon - ...yes. Suddenly Angel steps out on the rampway with his OWF title over his shoulder. He looks down to the ring then begins to head down the rampway. Falcoon - Looks like the champion is here to check up on his Funeral of Hearts opponent. Plague stops what he is doing and looks down at Angel who is now at ringside. The two exchange words, both in mellow conversation.. Aphrodisia moves and rolls Plague up with the school boy roll up. The referee slides down into position. 1...2...3! The bell rings and Plague kicks out a moment too late. Missy Janson - Here is your winner....Aphrodisia Jordan! Kissens - And Aphrodisia gets the win thanks to Angel! Falcoon - I really doubt Angel was trying to help Aphrodisia! Kissens - You saw him didn't you? He distracted Plague long enough for Aphrodisia to get the pinfall Falcoon - But I doubt... Kissens - Shut it! The cameras cut backstage where the young new superstar "Kaige" is standing by with Garrett Greene. Greene - I'm here with.. This guy and I'm ready to ask... questions. Kaige - Give me that damn microphone... Tim Slate... This Sunday at Funeral of... Suddenly the larger and older Tim Slate steps into the frame hunching over Kaige. He rips the mic outta Kaige's hand and speaks. Tim Slate - Now you listen here son... I'm NOT fighting you this Sunday! You can say what you want about me.. But the fact of the matter is... I'm your father and I REFUSE to lay a hand on you. Greene - Woah... Kaige - Never stopped you when I was younger! Tim Slate - You have two options here "Kaige" I guess thats what you call yourself now.. You can.. Kaige refuses to listen and strikes his father in the head with a right hand. Slate tries to cover up and refuses to hit his son. Security rushes to the back and pulls Kaige away from his own father and is drug off camera. Kaige - See you in the ring... Pops! Falcoon - Holy crap.. What an ungreatful little bastard! Kissens - Who saw that one coming? A crazed fan gets a contract and it turns out to be the son of someone in the OWF! Falcoon - Aye... Thanks for the explaination... Like we couldnt figure it out on our own. Lets just get back to the action. Missy Janson - The following contest is for the OWF Network championship! Introducing first.. The challenger.. Draco! The arena is plunged into darkness. The crowd goes to a silence as the big screen flickers to life. It shows nothing, but static. Over the PA notes are hear being played on a piano. A guitar soon is heard in the background. The piano is cut off abruptly and replaced by a screaming voice. PA System - Breakdown! The lights flare up as the scream ends. The music getting heavier and faster. The screen shows images of Draco in various matches. Some him flying through the air crashing on an opponent. Another him hitting a high impact move. Another shows him holding a title above his head covered in his own blood from head to toe. Let the fun and games begin The lights start to flicker as one final image stays on the screen. Draco standing there with no shirt on. His ice blue eyes look forward with no emotion in them. His thin white scars start to bleed as he runs a hand across his chest. The camera zooms in to see the scars. ‘NO HOPE’. The image holds as Draco walks out onto the ramp. He stands there rubbing his taped wrists. Heaven is on the way Draco enters the ring with the blank expression on his face as he leans on the ropes slightly waiting for the opening bells of the match. Missy Janson - And his opponent.. The current OWF Network Champion.... Overdose! The arena goes dark and "Freak On A Leash" by Korn starts to blast over the PA. The lights starts to flash on and off as Overdose walks out to the top of the ramp. The lights come on and he is standing there with his arm's streached out wide. He looks over the crowd and slowly walks down to the ring. He slides in and sets down in the corner. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The bell sounds and instantly Draco goes on the attack.. Within seconds he has Overdose rolled up in a school boy pin.. 1...2.. Overdose kicks out. Draco leaps to his feet.. Superkick to Overdose! Draco covers...1...2...3! Missy Janson - Here is your winner and NEW OWF Network Champion.... Draco! Falcoon - And Draco has done it and in record time! That has to be the fastest Network title victory in OWF history. Kissens - 44 seconds. He lasts longer then you.. Falcoon - Funny... bitch... Kissens - Its about time Draco did SOMETHING here in the OWF. Falcoon - You got a point there.. But he something turned out to be the Network title and you can't complain about that! Kissens - You know that title is the #3 title. Falcoon - Technically I guess.. Under the WoW title... But I consider it a notche under the OWF title. Kissens - Well you are wrong then. The ONLY title under the OWF title is the WoW title. Falcoon - We'll get clarification on that.. Meanwhile lets get to tonights main event! Missy Janson - The following contest is tonights MAIN EVENT! Introducing first... From Los Angeles, California.. Greg Jackson! "California Love" by Tupac blares over the speakers, sending the fans into a frenzy! Greg Jackson comes out from the back and starts jumping around to pump up the fans. He then makes his way down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. After testing the ropes a few times, he climbs out of the ring and finds a young child to give them a classic Greg Jackson Souvenir... a partially thawed micorwavable bean and cheese burrito... a gift that child will never forget. Greg then re-enters the ring. Missy Janson - And his opponent.. He is the OWF Champion! From Smithtown New York.... Angel! The soft, yet haunting piano melodies of The Coming Curse by Iced Earth calmly resonate from the speakers. As the sound fills the arena, a faint beam of golden light shines on the entrance. There are a few moments of silence as the piano continues, then the distorted guitars kick in and flames shoot up lining the ramp. Angel slowly walks out, observing his surroundings and not phased by the crowds reaction. He continues to the ring in this same manner, and only when he is in the middle of the ring for a few moments does the music stop, echoing throughout the arena. (Ding, Ding, Ding...) The Referee calls for the bell as both Jackson and Angel slowly move towards the center of the ring. Angel lunges forward and pushes Jackson hard in the chest which sends him reeling backwards. Jackson rolls to his hands and knees as he slowly gets back up to his feet. Greg begins forward and throws a punch, but Angel sidesteps and grabs a hold of his wrist so the punch sails harmlessly past his face. Angel smashes a right hook into Jackson's rib cage and then another one into the side of his face in rapid succession. Angel uses the arm that he's holding to heave Jackson bodily to the ground. Jackson swings around and sends a shin kick right to the side of the knee of Angel. Jackson leaps to his feet and sends another kick to Angel's knee causing him to stumble to the mat. The Blackjack goes to follow through with a hard knee to the face, but Angel uses his own momentum to send Greg to the mat in a fireman carry. Angel gets up to his feet and hits Jackson across the jaw with a shin kick that sends a mixture of saliva and blood spewing out of his mouth to the mat. Angel walks up and grabs a fistful of dredlocks and back hands hard him across the face. He then backs off and awaits Jackson to get back up to his feet and shake the cobwebs out, or so it would seem. As soon as Greg has risen to his hands and knees, Angel runs forward and kicks him hard in the rib cage, sending Jackson spinning in a barrel roll to the mat. Angel drops down and grabs a fistful dreads once again and begins to feed Greg Jackson a series of right hands. The ref breaks the hold and Angel raises up to his feet, holding his hands in the air in an act of innocence that no one really believes. Greg sits up and begins to get to his feet, but Angel pushes him back over. Greg tries to get back up again, but Angel pushes him over once again. Greg begins to get up once again, and when Angel comes forward to push him over�€�Greg hits him hard with a low blow that doubles Angel over. Greg leaps up in one fluid motion and sends Angel down to the mat with a DDT. Flips over for the cover... 1...2.. KICK OUT BY THE CHAMPION!!!! Both men get their feet, and lock horns. Angel being the bigger, stronger man, throws Jackson into the ropes. Jackson runs forward and leaps in the air looking for a flying attack to bring the champ down to his knees. Angel drops shoulder and sends Jackson spiraling to the mat. Angel grabs a hold of his dreads again and wrenches upwards, bringing Jackson up to his feet. Angel throws one of Jackson's arm's over his shoulders and slams him down onto his knee with a gutbuster. Jackson spits out some blood as he rolls off of Angel's knee and onto the mat. Angel goes for the cover�€� 1..2..THE BLACKJACK KICKS OUT! Angel leans back and shakes his head, before throwing his forearm into the face of Jackson, grinding it into the mat. Jacksons arms flail about looking for a way out, eventually settling on jabbing themselves into Angel's eyes. Angel shouts in frustration and a little bit of pain as he rolls off clutching his face. Jackson takes advantage of this by running forward and slamming both of his heels into the World Champ's mouth. Angel collapses back to the mat, and Jackson runs to the tope rope. Suddenly Spaz appears at ring side holding a bat, and tries to run in and get a piece of Angel's head, when the Ref turns to stop him. Plague appears out of nowhere behind Jackson and smashes him across the back of the skull with a set of brass knuckles. Jackson crumples forward and back down to the mat, in a daze. Angel raises to his feet, and spits out a few teeth and a mouthful of blood onto the mat, and turns to look at Plague, who is leaning on the steel steps. Plague waves, and instead of receiving a wave back Angel flips him the bird. Angel turns back to Jackson who is laying lifeless on the mat. Angel drops down for the pin 1...2...2.5..2.75 THE BLACK JACK KICKS OUT AGAIN!!!!! Angel stares up at the ceiling in frustration. Angel slowly raises Jackson back up to his feet, but the crafty Californian smashes a right hand into Angel's jaw. Angel stumbles back dazed as Jackson then throws him into the ropes. Angel comes off with a clothesline but Jackson ducks. Angel bounces into the second set of ropes, but holds on Plague jumps up and pushes him off right into a super kick by Jackson. Angel crumples to the mat as Plague sits back down with a look of satisfaction on his face as the crowd erupts in boos. Jackson - He's almost done! Its almost over! They continue to boo Jackson as he climbs to the top rope, raising his hands in the air. Jackson leap �SHOOTING STAR PRESS ACROSS ANGEL'S RIB CAGE! Jackson rolls off holding his own chest before throwing over an arm over Angel. 1..2..THR..KICK OUT ONCE AGAIN! Plague looks up from his post on the steps in disbelief as does Spaz who stands across the ring holding the baseball bat in his hands. Angel gets back up to his feet before Jackson does and runs against the ropes hitting Greg with a viscous spear on the rebound. Greg rolls to the edge and Angel is about to follow up when the referee stops him, telling him not to. Plague slaps Jackson hard across the face and tells him to get back in the ring. Jackson gets back up to his feet and turns toward Angel who has a sickly grin on his face. Angel moves forward and tries to boot Jackson in the gut, but the Blackjack catches and spins him around. The crowd is on their feet cheering for Greg and he leaps up onto Angels shoulder's for a hurricane rana, but Angel catches in time and tosses him into and Insiders Edge position, before turning and slamming him down into Angels Redemption ref slides in for the pin... Missy Janson - Here is your winner... Angel! Angel holds his title up before Spaz slides into the ring and smashes him hard in the rib cage with the bat. Plague leaps to his feet and charges in, ducking the bat blow aimed at his forehead from Spaz. Plague turns quickly and smashes his right hand into Spazs face sending blood spraying all over the mat. Plague shakes his right hand out and it is seen that he still has the brass knuckles on his hand. Plague walks forward and extends his left hand out to Angel who still sits on the mat holding his rib cage. Angel slaps his hand away and gets up on his own, once up he slams both his hands into Plagues chest pushing him away. Apparently angry, Angel throws a right hand at Plague who dodges around and slams the brass knuckles twice into his rib cage, sending Angel down to a knee. Falcoon - We are seeing the fall of Hells Fire unfold in front of us! Angel plays possum before grabbing the bat that Spaz left behind and swings it wildly around smashing Plague in the shoulder. He stumbles in the ropes and Angel steps up and takes another swing with the bat aimed at Plague's face. Plague catches the bat and smashes his left hand hard across Angel's face. Falcoon - Its an all out war! These stable mates.. Tag partners.. best friends torn over a piece of gold! And I LOVE IT! Angel stumbles backwards, still holding onto to the bat. Angel runs forward with another swing, but Plague is ready for him and ducks the blow and sends Angel head over heels over his shoulder to the mat. Plague swings around and begins the smash Angels face repeatedly with left hands, eventually raising his right with the brass knuckles. Plague closes his eyes and is is about to bring it down when Spaz comes too and kicks Plague hard in the ribs. Spaz picks up the bat and waits for Plague to get up, but turns in time and catches Angel hard in the face with it and is about to hit Plague with it but gets hit with a Vaccine for his troubles. All the while Greg Jackson has climbed to the top rope. Plague looks at the two men around him and shrugs his shoulders and turns around to see Jackson flip off the top rope and hitting Plague with a Blackjack. Jackson slides out of the ring. Jackson picks up Spaz... He plants Spaz with a DDT! Falcoon - Two down... Jackson approaches the champion... He pulls Angel to his feet and drags him towards the corner, Greg jumps up to the top rope... Black Jack on Angel! Falcoon - Greg Jackson siezed the oppertunity and took out these former partners! PA System - Caaallliffforniaaa Lovvveee. PA system roars as the fans go wild seeing Greg walk backwards up the ramp laughing to himself. The OWF logo spins and we run out of time. |
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