Outside, a slick black Aston Martin DBS with tinted windows slides ever-so-smoothly into the parking lot. The driver takes two marked places to park the vehicle, and finally the door opens. NLW World Champion Josh Allen steps out of the car with his new world title draped over his shoulder. A security officer approaches, and Allen immediately gets defensive.

Josh Allen - No no no, I'm allowed to be here tonight!

Security - Yes, sir, indeed. We were just told to help you find your locker room and notify CJ when you arrived.

Josh Allen - Oh, OK then.

Josh shifts his belt from his shoulder to around his waist, snapping the back. He shuts the car door and sets the alarm with his keypad. The beeping startles the security guard.

Security - Nice car. What year?

Josh Allen - It's a 2009. Not available yet. My little gift to myself for winning this baby.

He points to his NLW championship belt, all smiles, as he follows the security guard inside.

Security - Ah, did they have some amateur tournament or something?

Josh stopped, his face now growing red. He stared at the back of the security guard's head, half tempted to vault himself on and beat him up. But he was now legally part of OWF, and thought it wouldn't be prudent to start the night off in handcuffs.

Josh Allen - Uh, yeah, that's it... amateur tournament. You know me, Mr. Amateur.

Security - Yeah, you know, that's what I was trying to tell my co-workers, but they swore you were a professional wrestler with a history. I'll have to find them and rub it in that I was right.

Josh grunted under his breath as the security guard showed him his small locker room.

Security - CJ figures it best that you don't dress with the, uh, OWF roster. Not sure why that is. Maybe he's afraid they'd intimidate you. You have a dark match tonight? Who you wrestling?

Josh had had enough of this man, and ushered him out the door.

Josh Allen - Uh, Akira something-or-other. That's all now, thank you. Now get the hell out.

Josh looked around his small, enclosed room. There was a small stand with bottles of water, a 1-foot by 1-foot mirror on the wall, and a wooden chair sitting in front of a 12-inch TV monitor. He continued to look the room over, but something on the TV caught his attention. It was himself, being followed by the OWF camera. Only, something was wrong.

Josh Allen - What the fuck?

Josh walked to the TV monitor and looked at it. A big blur was plastered over his world title belt, blotting out the name of his own federation. He squinted at the screen, then slowly turned to the camera man. The camera man backed away slowly. Josh cupped his hands over the "NLW" on his belt, and looked at the TV monitor. The blur disappeared. He took them off -- the blur re-appeared.

Josh Allen - Oh, I get it. Real cute!

He walked toward the camera man.

Josh Allen - You think you're funny do ya?

Camera man - Not me, sir. I'm just the guy who follows you. Someone else does the production...

Josh again cupped his hands over the NLW, and stretched his neck around to see the monitor. The blur disappeared. He removed his hands, and it re-appeared over the three letters.

Josh Allen - Damn it, something must be done about this. I work for the fucking [bleep bleep bleep], and by God, I'm represent--

He stopped, realizing his own words had been silenced on the TV audio when he spoke those three letters. Fans inside laughed and jeered Allen.

Josh Allen - Did they just bleep me out? Are you ... this is ... I'm just .... fine. Real funny. You think you can just write NLW right out of the show? Screw you! Take me to the production trailer, right now! I'll handle this myself.

Camera man - But if you follow me, I can't film you, and then they'd fire me...

Josh Allen - Walk backwards. You do it all the time.

The camera man reluctantly backed out of the room and down the hallway. Josh followed, fuming and cursing and determined to fix the situation.

A video package flickers on across the screen, showing the new breed of the OWF.

Press on these tannins
They double in time
The touch of life, once failed to mention so far

Of course the law is fountains
Or face to face remorse
A fast and restless blackmail
Like pent-up fetish force

The video shows highlights of the past year in the OWF, dating up to the latest events at Blood Bath and recent Addictions.

You're right, I get it
It all makes sense, you're the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let's all live in your imaginary life

Do you want enough?
Do you want it all?
Should you need it at all?
Takes a minute to see
Do you want enough?
Do you want it all?
Should you need it at all?
Do you want it or not?

As the vocals fade out, the logo of the OWF is fixated on the screen before fading out to black.

The jump off from the intro is sharp as "I Get It" blasts throughout the Sold Out Kemper Arena in Kansas City, Missouri. A string of pyrotechnics fire off on the stage, with red and white spotlights shining across the crowd in the darkened arena. Between the music and the explosions from the fireworks, the fans are heard as nothing more than a hum in the telecast. With the feed rapidly switching between cameras, any fans who see a camera focus in on their section go absolutely bezerk -- even if they aren't being put on television. The fireworks die off, leaving a thick haze in the Kemper Arena as the house lights come back up.

Falcoon - AAAAAAHHOOOO! Kansas City! It's great to be back.

The fans start to chant "O-W-F! O-W-F!", cutting off the announcers introduction to the show. The music slowly fades out, with the spotlights dimming, as well -- so the full intensity of the live crowd can be heard.

Greene - And we are only six short days away from the first interpromotional card the OWF has witnessed in its ten year history.

Dunn - Personally, I can't wait for Collision Course on the 14th.

Falcoon - Guys, have you looked at the card we have stacked up for the OWF fans tonight?

Dunn - Oh yeah, tonight rules -- also.

The feed cuts to a shot of the announcers booth, showing Gordie Falcoon, James Dunn and Garrett Greene all dressed up in a suit and tie with their focus ahead of them on the camera currently broadcast their every move across the world.

Falcoon - We are glad you could be here with us, as tonight is going to be one crazy night for the OWF.

Greene - After word that CJ would be trimming the amount of matches on a card, Jack Sullivan received the right to book this show -- and in the end we have six scheduled matches for you here on Addiction.

Dunn - Four of which are OWF Christmas Tree Qualifying Matches, which the winner of these qualifiers will earn a spot as one of the eight entrantsin the Christmas Tree Match at Holiday Bash on December 28th.

Falcoon - Plus we have two title matches for you, as the Sin City Spotlight Championship will be defended by New Champion Drake Munday, as he spins the Wheel O' Stipulations to determine the match type he'll be entered in against the challenger -- and the newest member of the New Blood, Tommy "The Ox" Morella.

Greene - Not to mention the second match in the best of Seven Series for the OWF World Heavyweight Championship as Greg Jackson tries to even it at one match a piece as he takes on the Champion -- Jesse Williams, in a First Blood Match.

Falcoon - A stipulation he picked for this match.

Dunn - Greg better be bringing everything he has tonight, because something sure has set Jesse off.

Missy Janson stands up from the time keepers table, drawing the camera to pan to the right as she heads for the steel ring steps. She holds the microphone in her right hand, quickly stepping up onto the apron and heading into the ring. A referee jogs out from the back, heading down the ramp and towards the ring.

Dunn - And now we get to the real fun.

Greene - The Christmas Tree Match Qualifiers!

Missy walks to the center of the ring, where she is joined by a referee as the fans begin to quiet down.

Falcoon - Well looks like we should send it to Missy to start us off!

She lifts the microphone to her lips, and begins to speak.

Missy Janson - Hello Kansas City and Welcome to OWF MONDAY ADDICTION!

The fans roar loudly, with a lot of them rushing back to their seats to watch the beginning of the action.

Missy Janson - The first matchup of the night is scheduled for a one fall, and it is a Christmas Tree Match Qualifier! Coming to the ring first, from Daytona Beach, Florida... Scott Kidd!

No music hits, at all, as Scott Kidd walks out from the back. The fans don't have a reaction for him as he walks down the ramp, looking heavily disheveled.

Falcoon - Well he hasn't made much of an impact since putting on the boots.

Dunn - One has to wonder when he's going to hang them back up again.

Greene - Or kill himself, again.

Dunn - That's true.

Scott Kidd slides into the ring, passing Missy and standing in the corner as Missy lifts the microphone to continue on with her announcements.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, 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 Kidd as The Lost Soul slides under the bottom rope and prepares himself for the match. He sizes up Kidd as Missy leaves the ring, with the referee signalling for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The Lost Soul stands tall as Scott Kidd charges across the ring at him -- but ends up running into the point of TLS's extended right elbow, staggering him back into the center of the ring. The Lost Soul steps out, booting Kidd in his midsection and sending him down to all fours in the middle of the ring. TLS runs to the turnbuckle, leaping up to the middle rope and facing towards Scott who is taking his time pulling himself up. TLS leaps from the corner, bringing his arm across the small of Kidd's back with a flying elbow drop. The impact flattens Kidd upon his stomach, and allows TLS to step to his feet and piece together his next plan of action.

Dunn - This is sad to watch.

Greene - Kidd needs to step away already.

Scott uses his instincts and rolls himself towards the closest side of the ring, under the ropes, and collapsing to the concrete floor. The referee doesn't allow Kidd to catch a break -- immediately breaking off into his ring-count.

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

Kidd begins pulling himself up with help from the skirt of the ring apron -- meanwhile, TLS climbs the corner turnbuckle nearest to Scott.

Falcoon - What is The Lost Soul thinking of doing here?

Dunn - Breaking the ring count?

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

Kidd stands up to his feet, as The Lost Soul pulls himself up into a crouched position on the top rope looking down at Scott.

7...8...

TLS leaps off the top rope, nailing a cross body block across the shoulder of Kidd. Both men are sent to the concrete floor, as the fans jump to their feet and the referee's count is broken.

Dunn - You'd think TLS has a personal vendetta against Kidd.

The referee remains in the ring, while TLS picks himself up seeming basically unphased from his leap. The referee begins the count again as TLS grabs Kidd by his hair and tugs him to his feet.

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

TLS slides Kidd under the bottom rope, following in right after him. The referee backs away, as TLS circles around Kidd who begins pushing himself up to his knees. The Lost Soul steps back, cocking his arm back and accidentally catches the referee with the point of his right elbow right upon his temple.

Falcoon - Ouch!

With the referee dazed, TLS glances back to check on his condition and then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles -- sliding them onto his right hand while Kidd pulls himself up to his feet. TLS winds his arm back and crushes Scott across his forehead, opening a gash right above his eyebrow.

Dunn - Did you see that!!

Falcoon - I sure did!

TLS slides the brass knuckles off of his hand as Kidd falls to the mat, tucking them back into his pocket. The referee comes back around, with The Lost Soul picking up the limp body of Kidd and furiously headbutting him -- forehead to forehead. After a third shot, TLS cuts his own forehead from the strikes and Kidd falls unconscious. The referee pushes TLS off of Kidd, whose eyes roll into the back of his head -- and he falls lifeless upon the mat. The referee calls for the bell.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, by referee stoppage, and qualifying for the OWF Christmas Tree Match at Holiday Bash -- The Lost Soul!

Greene - ...Is DK okay?

Dunn - I...I don't know.

EMT's begin rushing out to attend to Scott Kidd, as they tend to him inside the ring, next to TLS who has his arm raised by the referee. "No More Sorrow" by Linkin Park starts to play and Trent Steel emerges from backstage. Trent has a mic in his left hand. TLS glares at Trent as he stands in the entrace way.

Trent Steel - How many people want me to come down there and kick your ass?

The fans cheer extremely loud. TLS is taken aback by this only because no one cheers for Trent Steel.

Trent Steel - Not gonna happen though. Tonight you get a free pass. I don't want any bullshit tonight. You want a fight. You'll get one at Collision Course. But make no mistake about it Soul. I have never forgotten you. But you seem to have forgotten one thing.

Trent raises up the mic and flips off TLS.

Trent Steel - NOW YOUR MESSING WITH THE SON OF A BITCH!

The fans erupt into a choir of cheers.

Trent Steel - ...and make no mistake about it Soul. I didn't start this but at Collision Course your going to be a real life casualty of war. And if you think I'm joking.

The Tron shows a locker room area. We see Jason Chase down on the ground with a dildo in his mouth. Written in in marker on the floor next to him is the following.

"War is Hell...and I'm the Devil!"

Trent smirks as he turns and exits the arena leaving TLS to ponder what's just happened.

Falcoon - Trent is definitely demented.

Dunn - There is no doubt about that.

Greene - TLS may have bitten off more than he can chew with Steel on a rampage as he has been lately.

We cut backstage, the camera jitters as the camera man points Josh Allen to a large trailer, surrounded by many other trailers and vehicles.

Camera man - Here it is, production center of OWF.

Josh adjusts his NLW title belt and stomps up the steps, swinging the door open. Inside, a number of crew members stay about their work, barely noticing the newcomer's presence. Josh looked around, angered that none paid him any attention. Finally, he cleared his throat.

Josh Allen - Ahem....

Nothing.

Josh Allen - I said, AHEM!

Finally, one younger man, probably an intern, stopped as he was jogging by.

Crew - What do you want?

Josh Allen - Who's in charge of show censhorship? I demand to know!

Crew - Well uh, we don't generally censor anything. Don't you watch our show? It's pretty fucking uncensored -- point and case...

Josh Allen - Well I happen to know otherwise. See! Look!

Josh pointed to one of the dozens of monitors, where he was now being shown thanks to the camera man.

Josh Allen - Look at my world title! See? [Bleep bleep bleep] is blotted ... oh fucking Christ! Not that again. It's ... you're blotting our my federation!

The crew man looks genuinely surprised, then looks down at Allen's belt, then back at the TV monitor.

Crew - That's strange... who are you, again?

Josh Allen - Josh Allen, [bleep bleep bleep] world champion.

Crew - Ah, never heard of it. Uh, anyway, the only production technology we have that would do that is at the back of the trailer. Guy's name is Joe, and he has a visitor right now.

The man pointed to the back, and Josh made his way around the other busy people to seek out this "Joe." A large nameplate on the guy's desk gave him away, as he stood laughing with another smaller man. Josh took a double glance at the other man -- he looked so familiar. When they noticed Josh standing behind them, their laughter ceased and they both slowly turned to face Allen. Joe stood.

Joe - C, c, can I help you?

Josh Allen - You can stop censoring me every time I say [bleep bleep bleep] ...

Josh noticed the foreign man -- probably Japanese -- had pressed a button when he said it that time. He stopped and stared the smaller man down, sure he'd seen him somewhere.

Josh Allen - Who the hell are you? Where have I seen you before? Ah, I remember now! The parking lot outside Shit Happens! You're the guy I p--

Akira stepped back slowly, and before Josh could react, Akira struck him with a roundhouse kick. Josh's body fell over tables, scattering paper and electronics. Crew members angrily stepped back, trying to avoid the mess. Akira stepped over Josh and exited the trailer. Josh slowly gathered his senses and pulled himself back to his feet. He looked to Joe, who had stepped away and held up his hands as if to say he didn't have a part in it. Josh whiped a little blood from his lip.

Josh Allen - Who the hell IS that squirrelly little bastard?

Joe - That, that, that's Akira. You know, your opponent tonight?

Josh Allen - Wait, what? OWF allows fans to wrestle?

Joe - He's not a damned fan, Allen. He's a wrestler!

Josh Allen - Oh yeah, then why was he in the parking lot during Shit Happens? Wrestlers don't hang out in the parking lot!

Joe - You were in the parking lot...

Josh Allen - That's ... that's different.

Josh wiped the blood from his lip on Joe's shirt and turned to leave the trailer.

Josh Allen - Fine, he wants to play difficult, I'll bite. Kick his Japanese little ass.

The feed cuts back to the announcers booth, with all three men staring right into the camera placed infront of them.

Dunn - Akira is about to find himself in a world of hurt.

Falcoon - That match is up next, so he's adding unneccesary fuel to the fire.

Greene - Poor guy doesn't know what is coming to him.

Dunn - You think he even knows what NLW is?

Falcoon - He blanked out the letters on the title and the telecast.

Missy stands up from her seat at the time keepers table, heading towards the steel steps with a microphone in her hand.

Dunn - That's true.

Greene - It's only payback for Allen attacking Akira in the parking lot.

Falcoon - And it's well deserved for the unprovoked attack.

Missy Janson steps through the ropes as soon as she gets up to the ring apron and leaves the steps. She heads for the center of the ring.

Dunn - Well we're about to witness a bunch of provoked attacks.

Falcoon - Lets send it to Missy for the introductions.

Missy Janson - The following matchup is scheduled for a one fall, and it is a Christmas Tree Match Qualifier! Coming to the ring first, from Sakurai, Nara, Japan... Akira Kanemura!

PA System - If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son...I got 99 Problems and Bitch ain't one!!

"99 Problems" by Jay-Z hits the speakers, which will always send the fans to their feet. Slowly through the curtains, Akira Kanemura appears with a stern look upon his face. The fans remain mostly emotionless as the newcomer to both the OWF and the USA trots down the ramp. Upon his face is a wide smirk, taking in all of his surroundings. He slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, quickly pacing towards his corner. He leans his back up against the turnbuckle and removes his dogtag chain, laying it on the mat. His music begins to fade, so Akira begins to stretch his legs out to prepare for his match.

Dunn - How huge would it be for Akira to pick up a victory over the NLW's top guy?

Falcoon - It'd certainly be a career highlight.

Greene - Akira would be a household name.

Missy lifts the microphone back up to her mouth, continuing on.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, making his debut in the OW--

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 "Here to Stay" by Korn starts to play, and the FTF makes their way to the ring. NLW owner Jack Sullivan leads the way, flanked on either side by the OWF tag team champions El Plaga. Behind Jack is the NLW Anarchy X Champion The Ice Man and the NLW Champion Josh Allen. Behind those two are Allen's allies Skye Ricardo and Jordan Brock. They ignore the boos and jeers of the crowd as they enter the ring, with Missy quickly handing Jack her microphone and darting out of the ring.

Jack Sullivan - Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the best OWF production you will ever see in your lives.

The boos just get louder, but Jack continues undaunted.

Jack Sullivan - In case some of you are too dense to understand it, allow me to spell it out for you. We are the FTF, and we're bringing you this week's edition of OWF Addiction.

Jack points to The Ice Man before continuing.

Jack Sullivan - The man to my right is The ice Man, the two time NLW Champion and three time Anarchy X champion. However, for tonight, all of you can address him as "Sir".

The boos are damn near deafening now, so Jack waits a moment before continuing.

Jack Sullivan - And the man to my left, being accompanied by his proteges Skye Ricardo and Jordan Brock, is the man who won the Gold Rush tournament and defeated that bitch Aphrodisia Jordan to capture the NLW Championship. He is one of the best to ever step into the ring, and easily the best World Champion to ever appear on OWF programming, he is JOSH ALLEN!

A "Jesse" chant starts, but all that does is cause Jack to shake his head.

Jack Sullivan - Go ahead, cheer for your paper champion. The man's had exactly one quality defense in 8 months, and at Collision Course Josh Allen will expose him as the charalatan he really is.

The chant ends, being replaced by boos.

Jack Sullivan - That's not to say there isn't actually talent that has been in this company. Take for example the men who grace you all with their presence, your Tag Team Champions El Plaga!

Both members of El Plaga motion to their belts, and the boos just continue to rain down, with random pieces of garbage being thrown into the ring at this point.

Jack Sullivan - Let's face it, CJ doesn't take care of his talent, and it's led to the people worth a damn, the Vacants and the X-Terminators to sign contracts with me. So, to do you all a favor, I now present to you FTF Addiction... oh, and one more thing...

All - FUCK THE FANS!

The crowd continues to be unhinged as the FTF exits the ring, taunting the fans as they exit to ringside, surrounding the ring as Josh Allen takes off the NLW Championship, handing it to Jack as he prepares for his match. As Sullivan leaves the ring, the referee calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Akira Kanemura and Josh Allen approach each other in the middle of the ring, going nose to nose with Josh yelling at his opponent. This brings upon him a open handed slap from Akira. The fans all gasp as Allen steps back, before swinging his right hand forward and decking Kanemura right in his mouth -- laying him out flat on his back.

Falcoon - Akira just got knocked the eff out.

Dunn - And Gordie is channeling Moxie Roxie.

Allen holds the right side of his face, reaching down with his free left hand and grabbing a fistful of Akira's hair. He tugs him to his feet, and right into a front face lock -- wrenching Kanemura's neck with his right arm. Keeping a tight lock around his throat, Allen throws the right arm of Akira over his head and flips him over with a snap suplex that flattens both men to their backs -- with Akira receiving the brunt of the fall upon his tailbone. The impact jerks him upward into a seated position, with Allen rolling back up to his feet and facing the back of Akira. Josh rears his leg backward, laying a shin kick across the spine of Akira which keeps him sitting on the mat. Allen wraps his hands around the head of Akira, picking him up to his feet and landing a left forearm across the jaw of Kanemura.

Greene - Poor Akira is taking a beating.

A desperate Akira swings his left arm around, looking to connect with Josh's head but he is able to duck the strike and pull himself behind Akira. Kanemura gains his second wind, spinning around and blocking a left jab from Allen.

Falcoon - Now is Akira's big cha--

Akira looks for a roundhouse kick, but Allen grabs Kanemura's right foot and trips up his left leg -- sending Akira face first to the mat. Josh drags Akira away from the ropes, and Allen secures an ankle lock on the foot of his opponent. Akira screams in pain, as Josh falls flat to his back and grapevines his legs around Akira's right leg. This prevents Kanemura from moving, and he is forced to tap out and the referee calls for the bell.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and qualifying for the OWF Christmas Tree Match at Holiday Bash -- Josh Allen!

Josh Allen refuses to release the hold, with Akira screaming in pain. El Plaga and Fuck The Fans surround the ring, making sure no one comes to assist Kanemura as the referee tries to pull Allen off of his leg. The bell sounds again, but Allen completely ignores it.

Greene - C'mon. You won the match.

Falcoon - He's looking to make a point.

Finally Josh unwraps his legs, and stands himself up -- still holding onto the foot of Akira as he drags him towards the ropes. Allen flips Akira onto his back, as Jordan Brock approaches the ring and hands Josh Allen a set of hand cuffs.

Dunn - Someone needs to get out here.

Falcoon - No one wants to risk getting entangled with the force Allen has out here with him.

Allen fastens one of the cuffs around the foot of Akira, and then latches the other to the bottom rope. He keeps Kanemura parallel to the turnbuckle, as Allen leaps in a single bound to the top rope -- crouching as he turns himself to face Akra on the top turnbuckle. Allen leaps off, flipping forward and nailing a high-angle flipping senton bomb.

Falcoon - He just nailed the Swanton on Akira!

Greene - That's a message to our World Champion if I have ever seen one.

Akira is holding his midsection in a lot of pain, as Allen exits the ring -- with Brock throwing the handcuff keys into the ring. The entire entourage of Fuck The Fans and El Plaga head up the ramp, being pelted with garbage as they look to make their exit.

Dunn - Allen was victorious, and you know he got under the skin of Jesse.

Falcoon - So I guess you could say his mission was accomplished tonight.

Greene - Without question.

All of the men eventually disappear behind the curtain while Akira is freed from the ropes and rolls himself out of the ring. We cut from a shot of the ring to the backstage area where we see Matt Jackson casually talking to an official. Suddenly, someone walks up behind him wearing a weird combo of football gear and hockey gear. It’s Greg Jackson, sporting shin pads, shoulder pads, elbow pads, and gloves. To top it all off, he’s wearing a welding mask, which he lifts to talk to his brother.

Matt Jackson - Greg, what are you doing?

Greg Jackson - I was just doing some stretching in the locker room, and, you know… mentally preparing for the match later.

Matt Jackson - No, I mean… well you know what I mean!

Greg Jackson - What? Oh you mean all this stuff I’m wearing? Just figured I’d show off a new look, that’s all!

Matt Jackson - We both know you’re just wearing it because you’re worried about bleeding in the first blood match later.

Greg Jackson - HA! Me? Bleed? I NEVER bleed!

Matt Jackson - Gang Wars.

Greg Jackson - Ok, sometimes I bleed! But what is the harm in going out there and making sure I’m protected? Weapons are legal in the match, so why would protection be any different?

Matt Jackson - I get the point, but take that crap off. It’s going to restrict your movement in the ring, and that welding mask is definitely going to hurt your breathing.

Greg Jackson - But-

Matt Jackson - NOW!

Greg scowls at his older brother and walks away, leaving Matt to resume his previous conversation. The feed cuts to the announcers booth, as Missy Janson is seen rising from her seat and pulling her microphone off of the time keepers table. The camera pans to the right, following her as she heads for the steel ring steps.

Falcoon - Greg is trying to keep himself completely prepared for this stipulation.

Dunn - Unfortunately, if Jesse is determined enough he will cut Greg wide open.

Greene - Or if he is in a good enough physical state to even do so.

She ascends them quickly, placing only her right foot on the ring apron while swinging her left leg through the top and middle ropes. She steps into the ring, heading for the center of the canvas.

Dunn - We have plenty of time to debate that, but now it is time for our second to last Christmas Tree Match Qualifier of the night

Falcoon - We've already had two guys qualify, and they are both from NLW.

Missy stands in the middle of the squared circle, facing the live camera feed as she lifts the hand holding the microphone up to her mouth.

Missy Janson - The next matchup is scheduled for a one fall, and it is the third OWF Christmas Tree Match Qualifier of the night. Coming to the ring first, making his debut in the OWF, from Cleveland, Ohio... Eddie Williams!

The lights go out in the arena as the following words blare over the PA..

I'm gonna be bigger than Jesus
Bigger than Wrestling
Bigger than The Beatles
And Bigger than Breast Implants

After the words are heard, the sound of trumpets can be briefly heard as pyro erupts from the stage. Sparks fly up as the lights go back on and a red carpet is rolled down the entrance ramp while "Guns and Cigarettes" begins to play and Eddie Williams walks through the sparks wearing a pair of sunglasses and a feather boa. He makes his way down the red carpet and enters the ring, handing off the boa and the sunglasses to the ringside staff while the crowd cheers.

Falcoon - Thanks guy!

Dunn - That boa fits you.

Missy lifts the microphone up to her mouth to announce the second participant.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Hell, Michigan... here is Silence!

"Hostile Apostle" by 311 begins to play as the lights slowly fade to black. A lone spotlight ignites to shine down upon Silence as he appears on stage. The light follows him down the ramp and into the ring. The arena slowly lights up and Silence waits in his corner.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Silence and Eddie Williams head to the center of the ring, locking up in a collar and elbow tie up as each man swings around trying to gain the advantage. Silence is able to overpower Williams, wrapping his arm behind his back in a hammerlock and wrenching upon it to keep Eddie subdued. Williams stands himself up straight, throwing his right elbow back which Silence is able to duck out of the way of. Eddie is sent spinning, but continues his rotation while extending his right arm and looking to clothesline Silence one he twirls around. Silence is keen to Eddie's attempts, and is able to lock both of his hand around the arms of Eddie and lock him into The Silent End -- but Williams is able to grab a hold of the ropes, thus breaking the submission hold.

Dunn - Williams almost got caught and had his first match ended quickly.

Eddie turns around as Silence backs off into the middle of the ring, motioning for Eddie to come at him. He obliges, charging at Silence and leaping into the air while swinging his right arm forward. Silence slides to the right, avoiding Eddie's forearm strike attempt, and spinning around behind Williams -- locking him in a reverse waist lock. Silence tosses Eddie over his head with a release German Suplex -- but Williams back flips and lands on his feet, while Silence falls momentarily to his back. He pushes himself right back up, but Eddie leapfrogs himself up to a seated position on the shoulders of Silence.

Falcoon - Coming off the reversal of that suplex...

Eddie spins around, and rolls backwards in an attempt to hurricanrana Silence -- but Silence stands firm as he grabs a hold of Williams' thighs and swings him upward, and back onto his shoulders into a powerbomb position. Upon lifting Eddie as high as he can be hoisted, Silence drops to his knees and drives Williams down upon his upper back with a devastating Powerbomb.

Greene - Did you see Eddie's head snap off the mat?!

Dunn - Sure did.

Falcoon - Silence seems in firm control.

Silence hooks both of Eddie's legs as the referee makes the count...1...2...kickout by Williams. Silence picks himself up, allowing Eddie Williams to roll over onto his right side and begin to get back to his feet. Eddie stumbles around into a toe kick from Silence, doubling him over as he is pulled into another front fact lock. Williams is able to worm his way out of it, stepping back before leaping into the air and connecting with a dropkick to Silence's face. He stumbles backwards, all the way against the ropes behind him and uses them to propel himself at full speed towards Eddie who returns to his feet -- and receives a clothesline that sends him flipping over onto his stomach.

Dunn - Say goodnight to Eddie.

Silence slides upon the mat, hooking Eddie Williams into The Silent End and rolling him back over onto his shoulders. The pressure upon his arms leaves Williams with no room to move as the referee drops into place and makes the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and qualifying for the OWF Christmas Tree Match at Holiday Bash -- Silence!

Silence stands and has his hand raised to the cheers of the crowd. He heads for the ropes and exits the ring, as Eddie rolls out holding his head.

Falcoon - Silence will be joining Allen and The Lost Soul in the Christmas Tree Match.

Dunn - This is shaping up very nicely.

Greene - And we still have another qualifier to come!

We cut backstage where Drake Munday is standing in front of the roulette wheel, in his arms he is cradling his newborn son, Drake Munday Jr. Drake Jr is holding onto the OWF Sin City Spotlight championship.

Drake Munday - Yeah, that's right, I'm the champ baby, finally! This is mine, and it's always gonna be mine.

Drake Munday Jr. - Glub

Drake Munday - Oh yeah, and how can I forget, a second generation...sorry, third generation if you count my "father" Zack Perry, superstar, Drake Munday jr.!

Drake lifts baby Drake up on his shoulders, baby Drake then drops the title belt and Drake bends down to pick it up and reveals that Tommy Ox is standing behind Drake Munday with a steel chair, Baby Drake suddenly leaps off of Drake's shoulders and lands on top of Tommy "The Ox" Morella. He then begins clawing at Tommy's face.

Tommy The Ox - AGGGHHHH! What the-get off me!

Drake Munday turns around to see the strange situation that is unfolding behind him.

Tommy The Ox - Aggghhh! My eye! AGGGHHHHH!

Drake Munday seems oblivious to it all, picking up his son and the title belt.

Drake Munday - Hiya Tommy, didn't see you there, you ready to get started?

Tommy gets to his feet glaring at Drake Munday.

Drake Munday - Alright, if you were watching last week you'll know how this works, if not, fuck you and go watch NLW.

Drake drops the ball into the wheel and begins spinning, the ball stops at Lingerie Pillow Fight, Tommy and Drake exchange glances and Drake moves the ball one spot further on to a Cage of Death match.

Tommy The Ox - Not good.

Drake Munday - Agreed, but we can't move it anymore because the camera's are watching us.

Tommy The Ox - They are?

Drake Munday - Yeah, all the time, like, look at me.

Tommy looks at Munday only to be punched in the face, Drake walks off and prepares for his entrance, Tommy watches him go, fuming. Tommy looks around and sees a backstage guy.

Tommy The ox - What's a cage of death match.

Ring Attendant - Oh, it's a normal steel cage match only there's weapons in the ring.

Tommy The Ox - Oh...damn. And whens that match?

Ring Attendant - There's only Specter versus Vernon Somoza scheduled for before you guys. You better start to get ready.

We cut back to a view of the arena, and all of the fans going wild.

Falcoon - This isn't going to be good for either man.

Dunn - Both should be aware of that.

Greene - Wait, Munday has a kid?

Dunn - I guess so.

Greene - Poor kid. We have to head to a quick commercial guys.

Falcoon - We'll be right back

A VERY SPECIAL INTERPROMOTIONAL EVENT
LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW, SUNDAY DECEMBER 14TH, 2008
FROM THE LOUSIANA SUPERDOME IN NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA!

FEATURING

From commercial, We cut back to the ring and Mike Van Pelt is standing there with a microphone.

Dunn - What does this guy have to say?

Falcoon - Isn't he your friend?

Dunn - So? Doesn't mean I want to hear him.

Greene - This is a ratings killer right here. Beginning of Hour Two and right off a commercial break for Collision Course.

Dunn - No way. MVP is ratings.

Mike Van Pelt - You know, there is a reason they call me "The MVP", and it's not just because my name happens to have those initials. I haven't had a match on Addiction in a long time, and I want someone to come out here and face me!

The crowd laughs off his request but then boo when "Wherein Lies Continue" by Slipknot fills the speakers. The lights all go out and only a spotlight shines on JC, who comes to the ring staring straight at MVP.

Greene - RUN MVP!

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

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

Dunn - It's time to go, MVP. Now is not the time to make a stand.

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

He climbs down, glares at MVP and a referee quickly enters the ring and calls for the bell.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Greene - It looks like we've got an impromptu matchup.

Falcoon - I think Mike Van Pelt is going to regret asking for a match.

JC offers a handshake. When MVP accepts it, he's pulled into a vicious clothesline. JC takes a couple of steps back and then when MVP stands up, JC delivers a boot straight to the face, knocking him back down. JC wastes no time in picking up MVP, then placing him in a torture rack, before dropping into a sitting position delivering a sitdown backbreaker.

Dunn - Jersey Driver!

Falcoon - That's the end of MVP!

The referee counts to two, but JC casually lifts up MVP's head. He picks him up again, completely lifting the now dead weight. He places him in a fireman's carry, then spins him around into a sitout spinebuster. After completing the Solitaire Unraveling, he stands up and stares at MVP.

Falcoon - Is he going to pin him or not?

JC gets a visible smirk on his face as he turns over MVP and locks on a modified half-crab, what he calls "The Beginning of the End". MVP wakes up and starts tapping out.

Missy Janson - Here is your winner...JC!

Greene - What a surprise. Lets just hope MVP is okay.

JC rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair and a microphone. He sets the microphone down and places the chair under MVP's face, who is clutching his knee. JC places a foot on the back of MVP's head, lifts him up and then stomps his face into the chair with a curb stomp. He then throws the chair aside and picks up his microphone.

JC - That was the first warning shot, OWF. I am done playing games. As you all know, I lost my chance at both the World Heavyweight title, and the NLW Legacy title two weeks ago.

The audience cheers this, which doesn't seem to effect JC.

JC - I couldn't care less about that other belt. It's the OWF World title I'm concerned with. You see that match proved to me one thing. I can beat Jesse Williams. The question on your minds may be, then why didn't you? It's simple. Jesse got lucky. Am I making excuses? No. The fact of the matter is he surprised me, pinned me and frankly, it was a fluke. Given the fact I beat him within an inch of his life, nearly tore his knee from his socket and physically dismantled him...Jesse Williams got lucky.

The fans continue to boo, and a small "Jesse" chant breaks out.

JC - Cheer for him all you want. It doesn't matter. The second chance I get to face Jesse Williams, his world title will become my World title. Don't you think he knows this? Why else would he be facing Greg Jackson, of all people, for the belt now? He volunteered to fight Greg Jackson. Not because Greg did anything to earn it. It's because Williams is scared, he's a liar, and a user. He's using Greg to get out of a rematch with me. Do you know why he's a liar? Because he claimed his match with me was about revenge for what I did to Moxie Roxie and he claimed it was to protect Nick Perry. Where's your revenge Jesse? You get a quick pin on me in one match and that's it? What happened to taking me out? What happened to hurting me? Your definition of vengeance is beating me in a wrestling match? As you can see, I'm still here. I'm uninjured and Nick Perry is still in harm's way.

The crowd is now booing JC mercilessly but he only smiles. EMT's are seen dragging MVP from the ring.

JC - Is pinning me for three seconds in a match your definition of protecting Nick Perry? No, of course it's not. You pinned me and then left as soon as you could. You only care about yourself, Jesse Williams. You're a user and a selfish hypocrite. Now Nick Perry is going to be destroyed, because of your actions.

Loud "VA-CANT" chants are now heard in the arena.

JC - Want to prove yourself Jesse? Want to save Nick Perry? Then here's an ultimatum. You have until Collision Course to answer. Grant me my rematch, or I will destroy little Nicky Perry. I will end his career. Do you understand me? I will break, I will tear, and I will bloody him until he is a writhing heap in the middle of the OWF ring. Tell me Jesse, what's Sarah going to think of you when you fail Nick and let him be destroyed? The blood won't be on my hands, Jesse, it will be on yours. You give me my World title match, and I'll go into my match with Nick as if it were any other. I'll be competitive, I may hurt him a little to win, but he'll be able to walk when the match is over. If you don't grant me my rematch, then Nick Perry, the wrestler, will cease to be. I will end him. Then, after that, I will continue to destroy one OWF wrestler every week until you finally grow some fucking balls and face your destiny. Don't believe I'll do it Jesse? Do you think I'll go back on my word? Try me.

JC throws down the microphone and leaves the ring. As he heads up the ramp he notices a stretcher with MVP on it. He shoves it over, just because he can. The fans boo him heavily as JC disappears behind the curtains, leaving the EMT's to pull MVP back onto the stretcher. The fans chant "M-V-P! M-V-P!" as he wheeled out, looking motionless upon the gurney as it also disappears behind the black curtains.

Dunn - That bastard, I should unretire just to fight him.

Falcoon - That's not a good idea, James.

The feed cuts to ringside as Missy Janson picks herself out of her steel chair, microphone in her hand as usual, and heads for the same set of steel steps she has chosen to ascend all night -- and will for the remainer of it.

Greene - Now we get to go from MVP's death, to a match that has major implications on the future of the OWF.

Falcoon - Specter needs to make a statement for the OWF.

Missy wraps her hand around the ring post, spinning herself around and onto the ring apron -- parting the middle rope downward from the top rope as she steps into the ring.

Dunn - Specter only fights for himself.

Greene - And I doubt he is any pleased about Munday being named his partner.

Missy centers herself in the middle of the ring, bringing her right hand up to her mouth and looking to begin her announcements.

Missy Janson - The following matchup is scheduled for a one fall, and it is a Christmas Tree Match Qualifier! Coming to the ring first, from Managua, Nicaragua... He is the OWF Blood Tag Team Champion... 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 Nicaraguan Flag on a pole and waves it towards the crowd. He stops at the top of the ramp, as Porta Prince walks out behind him with an NLW flag and a microphone. The fans boo as the music cuts, and Porta hands the microphone to Somoza.

Vernon Somoza - Listen up PUNKS. I am so excited to beat down one of the OWF's top stars, but I'm even more excited to proclaim my victory in the name of the NLW -- not the OWF. And you fools should get used to that, because after Collision Course, Specter and Drake Munday are going to be nothing more than OWF scum on the bottom of El Plaga's collective boots!

The fans boo heavily as Porta hands Somoza the NLW flag, and Somoza hands the Nicaraguan flag to Porta -- then both men head down to the ring as Vernon discards the microphone.

Dunn - Looks like El Plaga left their belts in the back.

Falcoon - No need to flaunt it.

Greene - They gave them to Sullivan, I believe.

Falcoon - If so, that sucks.

Vernon enters the ring, backing into his corner while Missy continues with her announcements.

Missy Janson - And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada... Specter!

PA System - Tonight's your lucky fucking night.

Says the voice of the Venetian Vandal to an arena full of fans that may or may not remember the glory days of MVW. The surf guitar sweetness of The Dead Kennedys' rendition of "Viva Las Vegas" assaults the ears of the audience, leaving images of gambling and debauchery dancing in their heads. A wave of purple and silver confetti drifts to the arena floor, indicating that a celebration is in order. What celebration is that?

Why, the arrival of none other than Specter, who steps through the curtain and surveys the arena with a smirk. He looks from the ring to the fans and back again, before beginning his pace to the ring. Shrugging off the high five attempts and remarks of fans, he slips to ringside and rolls under the bottom rope.

Falcoon - I'm excited for this one.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Specter begins to circle around the ring, while Somoza keeps a firm stance in his corner. Specter circles back, trying to provoke Somoza into moving out of his corner -- which he finally does as he charges out, looking to clothesline Specter right out of the corner. Specter ducks the wide swinging right arm of Vernon and chickenwings it behind his back. As Specter looks to grapevine his leg, Somoza steps free and flips Specter over to his back with a hip toss. Specter rolls up to his feet and turns back to Somoza, who brings his closed fist across the cheek bone of Specter and drops him to one knee. With both hands, Vernon reaches down and grabs Specter around his head and tugs him back to his feet -- keeping a hold of his head as he thrusts his own forward. Somoza headbutts Specter as their foreheads collide, sending Specter flat to his back and dropping Vernon into a haze as he falls to his knee. Vernon is able to pull himself together rather quickly, grabbing a hold of Specter by his right wrist and yanking him back to his feet as Somoza stands. A sharp short elbow from Somoza sends Specter into a stumbling backpeddle, allowing Somoza to build up a head of steam and charge at his opponent. Specter, taking note of Somoza, drops chest-first to the mat and forces Somoza to hop over him while in the midst of his sprint. Somoza's own momentum carries him against the opposite set of ropes, which he bounces off of back-first, and sends him speeding back to Specter who has pushed himself back up to his feet to face Somoza. Vernon decks Specter with a shoulder charge, flattening him to his back before extending his left elbow outward and dropping down -- looking to bring an elbow drop across the chest of Specter, but as he rolls out of the way Somoza only strikes canvas.

Dunn - Fast paced, hard hitting action so far.

Falcoon - Somoza has a mission each time he steps into an OWF ring.

Greene - To make us look bad?

Falcoon - You got it.

Specter rolls up to his feet a second before Somoza does, who grasps his left arm in pain as he stands. Specter takes this chance and leaps into the air, dropkicking Somoza across his chest and tripping him up over his own feet -- sending him tumbling through the ropes, but he catches himself on the middle rope with his right hand and falls down upon the apron, back-first. Vernon immediately begins pulling himself up, as Specter pushes himself off of the mat -- and the two men stare at one another, with Somoza standing on the outside ring apron and Specter near the middle of the ring. Specter slowly approaches Somoza, with both men looking content to tie-up over the ropes, until Specter gets within striking distance of Vernon -- and he pays for it with the rising right knee of Somoza being thrust through the ropes, and connecting with the abdomen of Specter. This bends him forward slightly, allowing Somoza to hook his right arm around the neck of Specter with a tight front face lock over the top rope. Immediately following the lock being applied, Somoza tosses the right arm of Specter over Vernon's head as he holds him over the ropes in a suplex position.

Falcoon - Oh come on.

Dunn - Specter, do something!

Greene - I'm no fan of the Venetian Vandal -- but Somoza is trying to kill everything that has to do with the OWF.

Vernon lifts Specter's body up, with his feet leaving the mat only for a moment until Specter slides his right leg through the middle rope, and hooks his foot under the bottom rope. Somoze tries to lift Specter from the ropes, but the way Specters leg is pryed between the rope makes it impossible for Vernon to lift him. Specter lifts his left foot, which is danging in the air, and places it on the middle rope as he now reverses the leverage and begins laying closed fists with his left hand to the exposed ribs of Somoza's body, on his right side. Specter untangles his right leg and places his foot upon the bottom rope -- removing his left foot from the middle rope and placing it back onto the mat.

Falcoon - Now Specter has turned the tables.

Dunn - Lets see if he can lift him, now.

Somoza doesn't budge upon Specters first lift, even though the fans nearly jump out of their seats as Specter bends his knees for the lift. The first failure prompts Specter to bring his left hand through the ropes to deliver a few more sharp fists to the ribs of Somoza in an attempt to weaken him. Specter yanks Somoza up, and is able to pull him from his feet -- but Somoza's weight brings him back down onto the apron on the outside. Somoza now brings his free left hand into the ribcage of Specter, giving him a dose of his own medicine and weakens Specter's attempt to suplex Somoza into the ring. The fans are buzzing as the two men remain in a stalemate.

Greene - Specter's smarts are balanced out by Somoza's physical traits.

Specter steps back, releasing the suplex hold and egging Somoza to get back into the ring. Vernon bends down, lifting his right leg and placing it through the ropes -- and laying his foot upon the canvas, with his left foot on the outside apron. With him stradling the middle rope, Specter dashes over and grabs a hold of the cable and yanks it upward with all of his might -- crotching Vernon Somoza and stopping his progress of getting into the ring. The pro-OWF crowd shows their support, as Somoza's upper body hangs inside of the ring as he tries to collect himself. Specter steps back to the adjacent corner, leaning his back up against the top rope before breaking off into a run headling along the ropes Somoza is hooked up on. Specter rears his right foot back, kicking it upward like a Place Kicker and nearly detaching Somoza's head from his neck as he brings the tip of his boot square across the face of Somoza. Vernon's body falls limp, sliding off of the ropes and collapsing into the ring face first as Specter quickly pushes him over onto his back.

Falcoon - What a god damn kick.

Dunn - Somoza is going to have some dental bill.

The referee slides into place as Specter lays across the chest of Somoza. He makes the count...1...2...Somoza reaches up and grabs a hold of the ropes, prompting a rope break.

Greene - Vernon got lucky there.

Specter stands up, stepping across the ring while Somoza grabs the ropes and slowly uses them to anchor himself while regaining his composure. Once Vernon gets himself back up to his feet and rests his back up against the ropes, Specter glances back over his shoulder and sets off into a sprint. Specter runs against the ropes, but Porta Prince grabs a hold of his feet and stops Specter in his tracks.

Greene - Those defecting bastards!

This allows Somoza to grab the referee and complain about something in his eye, distracting him from Porta's interference. Specter turns around and grabs the arm of Porta, lifting him up onto the apron when Prince grabs the back of Specters head and drops him throat first across the top rope. Vernon sees this and approaches towards Specter, as both men step forward and lay each other out with a clothesline. Although dazed, both men get up to their feet almost immediately as Porta jumps back onto the apron -- drawing the attention of the referee.

Falcoon - They're trying to screw Specter!

Somoza stumbles to his corner, grabbing the wooden flag pole of the NLW flag and breaking it off -- turning back to face Specter as he wields it back. As Specter keeps his back turned to Somoza, who has his back to the stage -- Drake Munday runs out from the back to a huge set of cheers from the crowd, sliding into the ring and pulling himself up behind Somoza. Drake rolls an object along the mat, under Vernon's feet who identifies them as brass knuckles and turns around -- swinging wildly at Munday who ducks out of the ring and heads towards Porta.

Dunn - Munday is here to help Specter.

With the referee busy with Porta being yanked down to the outside by Munday, Specter grabs the brass knuckles and slides them onto his right hand -- cocking his hand back as Somoza turns back around, and decking him across the bridge of his nose.

Greene - Somoza is out cold!

Specter drops the brass knuckles into the front of his pants, and discards the broken piece of flagpole as he lays on top of Somoza. Specter yells for the referee, he turns back to the pinfall attempt and slides in to make the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and qualifying for the OWF Christmas Tree Match at Holiday Bash -- Specter!

Dunn - Number four, and he's by far the most impressive of the list.

Falcoon - Half of the field is filled out.

Greene - Vernon may be pissed after Porta caused the distraction, allowing Munday to slide the brass knuckles in to Specter.

Specter rolls out of the ring, looking up at Munday who motions around his waist and points at Specter. Munday disappears through the curtains, followed in suit by Specter. Meanwhile, Somoza looks pissed off in the ring. As he stands, we see Porta Prince looking inside the ring with his hands over his head when a figure jumps over the steel barricade.

Trent Steel - Hey Porta!

Porta turns to see Trent Steel holding a vile, which he has emptied into his mouth. Trent ignites a flame, and spits the liquid at Porta but misses and instead blows a huge fireball into the air. Porta runs around the ring, grabbing both of the OWF Blood, Sweat and Tears Tag Team Titles and meeting Somoza at the ramp where both men quickly begin to exit.

Falcoon - OH MY GOD!

Dunn - He tried burning Porta!

Greene - Trent is getting out of hand.

Trent Steel - Next time you won't be so lucky....don't try to use my methods son. I'll burn your ass and I will fucking kill you.

Trent drops the microphone, as Somoza and Prince curse Steel from the top of the ramp before disappearing behind the curtains. Steel begins to head up the ramp, when "The New Black" by Every Time I Die hits the PA System.

Dunn - What the hell?

Falcoon - Seems like we're being joined by CJ.

Steel stops in his tracks as Chase Johnson, the President of the OWF, emerges through the curtains with a microphone in his right hand. He is met by a slew of boo's, as CJ's demeanor is clearly that of a troubled man.

Greene - You have to wonder why is he here, and why the fans are booing him.

Falcoon - He has let the talent of the OWF slip through his fingers.

Dunn - After December 14th at Collision Course, we all may be out of a job.

CJ lifts the microphone up to his mouth, with his music still blaring loudly across the arena.

Prez CJ - Cut my fucking music.

The music immediately jerks to a hault, leaving the entire arena silent until the fans rip into CJ with a chorus of boo's. Steel begins heading up the ramp with his eyes set on Chase.

Prez CJ - Trent, you take another step and I'll have you wrestling for pennies on a Trent Steel Memorial Show in Afghanistan.

Steel stops, laughing a bit and looking forward towards CJ's comments.

Prez CJ - Over the past few weeks, I've seen a lot of stuff go down. My company, which I have put my hard work into has been shit all over by people of all different walks of life. I have legends who give me their word, and cash a check with my name signed at the bottom -- only to show up drunk or completely out of shape to their big return, and leaving me looking like an asshole. We have people trying to circumvent rules that I have instated for certain Championships -- just because they had creative pull elsewhere being a fucking brown noser to wrestling's resident Native American... The Kremlin.

CJ pauses, pacing back and forth on the steel ramp with his tone becoming more and more furious with every word.

Prez CJ - I've had people be given golden opportunities, and they have shit on them. And now, with this war with NLW coming to a head -- is the OWF any better off? No. It's for the worse. I've lost key talent, in the current Tag Team Champions. The PDA Title is held by a NLW Superstar -- and the current NLW Legacy Champion is a former OWF legend in X-Terminator, along with the challenger for that title on Uprising this week being the competitor formerly known as "Vacant", Nick James.

The fans cheer at the mention of his name, breaking out a chant of "Please come back! Please come back!"

Prez CJ - No, you see, that's why I am here. You know why X-Terminator and Nick Perry won't be back? Some people say it's because of how I treated them, but if you look under the skin of the situations of each man individually, it's plain to see that wasn't the case. For X-T, he was tired of carrying the dead weight known as Trent Steel. And Nick? Why the hell would he hang around a guy who promised he wouldn't get involved with him, only to end up trying to contact him a few months later?

Steel twirks his head to the side.

Prez CJ - You run wild here in the OWF, Trent. I allow it for the most part, but tonight you have crossed a line. If I remember correctly, Porta blew a fireball in your face during a match -- yet you came back for revenge by attacking him from behind. That's a very noticable trend that I pick up from you Trent, and it ends tonight.

The fans cheer.

Prez CJ - From now on, your actions are going to be under complete supervision of me, directly. And I am by no means putting the blame on you alone, but you can be sure that I will no longer let any egotisical actions even have a chance at damaging the OWF. That goes for you, Steel, and it goes for myself -- along with that entire locker room. You want to attack people, scar them, drag them around like dogs... get them in a match. I'm tired of being held accountable for the actions of a madman.

CJ pauses, before wrapping up his rant.

Prez CJ - And at Collision Course, the NLW and Sullivan will realize what its like to mess with a TRUE Son of a Bitch.

CJ turns, and disappears just as quickly as he showed up to a few cheers from the fans. Trent looks furious as he storms up the ramp, probably looking for answers from Chase as he also slides through the black curtain and heads backstage.

Falcoon - Wow, that was something else.

The feed cuts to the announcers booth as the fans begin to sit down.

Dunn - I don't really know what to say after that.

Greene - CJ is a very frustrated man.

Falcoon - I don't think his words were really aimed so much at Steel.

Dunn - I sure as hell do.

Greene - Same here.

From the backstage area, two steel carts are wheeled out with panels of cage -- held by nearly two dozen ring technicians. They approach ringside, and begin to set up the Cage for the Sin City Spotlight Title Match.

Dunn - Lets just move on.

Falcoon - Shouldn't be too hard to. This next match is going to be a blood bath for this SCS Title.

Greene - I'm pulling for Drake.

Falcoon - Fans we will head to commercial while we get set up here. We'll be right back.

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 . . .

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!

The feed cuts back to see the ring encompassed by a steel cage, with a slew of weapons inside of it. There are two tables propped up in opposite corners from one another, with multiple chairs laying on the canvas -- along with a singapore cane, a stop sign, a broom and a slew of other weapons. Directly in the middle of the ring, is Missy Janson who is preparing her announcements over the excited crowd -- standing upon the only part of the canvas that doesn't have a weapon laying upon it.

Falcoon - We're back, and we're ready for the matchup.

Greene - So shut up and let Missy speak.

Dunn - Smartest thing you've ever said.

Missy Janson - The following matchup is a Cage of Death Match for the OWF Sin City Spotlight Championship. Making his way to the ring first, the challenger....From Brooklyn, New York, Tommy "The Ox" Morella!

Theme to the Godfather begins to play. Tommy comes walking slowly from the back. Cursing and fighting with the crowd all the way down. He walks up the ring steps, entering the cage and walking past a few weapons laying on the mat. Once in the ring he backs into to the corner waiting for match to start.

Missy Janson - And his opponent. From Green Bay, Wisconsin... He is the reigning OWF Sin City Spotilight Champion... Drake Munday!

The lights go out, Paint It Black hits the PA as the lights turn back on to reveal Drake Munday standing on the stage with the OWF Sin City Spotlight Championship over his shoulder, hands on hips, his face dull. He walks slowly down the ramp, soaking in his surroundings, as he finally reaches the end of the ramp, one of the crowd goes an insult to far, Drake hurriedly walks back and exchanges words with the member of the crowd, until one of the officials at last separates them, Drake climbs up the stairs, through the cage door, and into the ring and prepares to start the match.

Drake hands the referee the belt, and he holds it up before handing it to Missy as she leaves the ring through the cage door. Once she reaches her seat, the referee calls for the bell and the door is shut.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Tommy and Drake immediately head for the middle of the ring as Munday bends over and picks up a stop sign, while Morella grabs the signapore cane. Tommy The Ox swings first, missing with his attempt as Drake sees it coming a mile away. Munday pulls himself up behind Tommy, bringing the stop sign flush across the back of his head and leaving a circular dent directly in the center of it. The force only drops Morella to one knee, so Munday circles around and slams the stop sign over the head of Tommy's head a second time -- dropping him down to both knees. Drake brings the stop sign high over his head for a third time, when Tommy swings the singapore cane with both hands and cracks Munday across his diaphramn. He gasps for air as he drops the stop sign, allowing Tommy to return to his feet as his own pace.

Falcoon - And what a blood bath this is. You were right, James.

Dunn - I told you.

Greene - But there is no blood.

Dunn - Not yet.

Morella stands up, and shatters the singapore cane into two halves over the head of Munday, who falls flat to his back on the canvas. Tommy discards the broken cane and reaches down, grabbing a hold of Munday and lifting him back up to his feet -- only to drop him with a stiff right jab to the jaw, dazing Munday but not knocking him from his feet. Tommy follows it up with a european uppercut, bringing his right bicep across the throat of Munday which drops him to his left knee for only a moment before he pops right up. His frustration growing, Tommy rears his right arm back as he extends it out completely straight -- lunging forward and crushing Drake across his throat with a vicious clothesline that flips him over onto his stomach.

Greene - Christ..

Instead of staying down, Drake begins pushing himself up -- even thoug he seems completely out of it.

Dunn - Just stay down!

Tommy's face is now beet red as Drake stands up in front of him -- with Morella again extending his right arm out and swinging his body forward. Drake is able to duck the second clothesline attempt, allowing Morella to spin himself around completely before Drake tucks his head into the arm pit of Tommy The Ox from behind -- hooking him around his waist and flipping him over his back, through the table in the corner with a Back Drop Suplex.

Falcoon - What a counter!

The fans cheer loudly as both men are laid out on the broken pieces of table. They both roll out of the corner, heading in opposite directions in their attempts to get to their feet. Tommy crawls over the steel chair, grabbing it into his hands and using it to brace himself as he lifts himself up to his feet. He leans his back against the ropes, getting to his feet well in advance of Drake who is only on all fours -- and is now crawling towards Tommy.

Dunn - This isn't boding well for Drake.

Falcoon - His reign just has to last longer than a week.

Drake pulls himself up to his knees, and Tommy brings it down across his head -- sending blood pouring everywhere.

Greene - Poor Drake Jr having to see this!

Munday remains concious and on his knees, as Tommy seems completely stunned.

Falcoon - How is Munday not dead?

Dunn - Maybe he's actually fighting from Drake Jr's future.

Morella brings the chair up once more, but as he swings it down Munday bursts upward from his kneeling position. He slips his upper body through the arms of Morella -- narrowily ducking under the chair as he swings it downward, and forcing Morella to drop the chair. Drake grabs a hold of Tommy around his head and runs at the second table in the opposite corner of the broken table. He runs up the leaning table, leaping into the air as he reaches the top as Munday drives Morella face-first through the table with an RKO as he catches his legs on the top turnbuckle and seats himself on the top rope facing the crowd -- completely unscathed.

Dunn - Darkness through the table!

Greene - What agility!

Drake pulls himself down from the turnbuckle and pulls Morella from the broken pieces of table. He hooks his leg, and lays across his chest while the referee drops to his knees and makes the count...1...2...3!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match and STILL OWF Sin City Spotlight Champion... Drake Munday!

Falcoon - Munday retains!

Dunn - What a brawl.

Munday has his arm raised as the belt is handed into the ring and returned to him. Immediately ring technicians head down to ringside, with the steel carts in tow, prepared to dismantle the cage and remove all of the weapons from it to prepare for the Main Event. Drake exits the ring, to a round of applause which takes him back.

Greene - Munday is gaining a following!

Morella crawls out of the door of the cage as well, as one panel is removed and placed upon the steel cart. A few workers get into the ring and start removing the broken pieces of table as the feed cuts to the announcers booth.

Falcoon - The scariest thought is that Munday is two more victories from being able to rename the belt and it's stipulations.

Dunn - God, I dread that day.

Greene - Forget Trent Steel, that will kill the OWF.

Dunn - What about him becoming a Tag Champ and being the SCS Champion?

Falcoon - The more power to him. He has worked his ass off, all jokes aside.

Greene - Gordie is right. Munday is a key assett to the OWF.

Falcoon - Lets just hope he keeps up his recent streak.

The feed cuts from ringside to the backstage area where Matt Jackson, brother of Greg Jackson, is seen walking through a hallway, right before he turns into a locker room.

Matt Jackson - You all set to go Gre-

We see Greg Jackson tying up red wrestling boots. His pants are red, he’s wearing a red long sleeve sweater, as well as red gloves.

Greg Jackson - All set to go coach!

Matt Jackson - What are you do-… Actually, I can deal with this. Movement isn’t restricted…

Greg Jackson - Not at all.

Matt Jackson - And if you happen to suffer a minor gash, the red will make it a lot harder to notice.

Greg Jackson - Exactly! It’s because of strategies like this that I’m often referred to as the smartest wrestler alive.

Matt Jackson - I don’t know about that, but this is actually pretty good. I’m impressed!

Greg Jackson - Thanks!

Just then, Greg reaches behind him and pulls out a large, red, luchadore style devil mask. It looks absolutely ridiculous as he puts it on over his head.

Greg Jackson - Now for the final touch…

Matt Jackson - Where did you get that?!

Greg Jackson - I stole it from one of those Mexican jobbers.

Matt Jackson - GIVE ME THAT!

Matt grabs the mask and pulls it off his head.

Greg Jackson - But I-

Matt Jackson - NO MASKS!

Greg Jackson - Can I wear face paint?

Matt Jackson - Do you even have face paint?

Greg Jackson - …

Matt Jackson - Thought so. Get ready, you’re up now.

And with that, Matt leaves to presumably return the devil mask to the Mexicans, leaving Greg in red, presumably planning out his match with only a few remaining moments before it begins. The cameras fade from a shot of Greg, to the live feed within the arena. With a shot of the ring which is completely cleared of all remnants of the prior matche, we are able to see Missy pick herself up from her seat and head towards the ring one last time -- as the announcers voices ring out, layered over the video feed.

Falcoon - Greg is trying everything in the book to have an edge.

Dunn - It's crucial that he doesn't fuck this up and fall behind by two wins.

Missy skips up the ring steps and onto the ring apron, with the camera zooming it and keep itself locked on her as she paces towards the center of the ring.

Greene - If Greg falls any further behind, he may even give up hope that he has a shot.

Falcoon - He's suffered three loses to Jesse in his career, and now is as good of a time as ever for Greg to break the cycle. Time to send it to Missy so we can get this war underway.

She stops, as the feed cuts to a camera directly across from where Missy stands. She raises her right hand, holding the microphone tightly in her palm as she begins her announcements.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of the evening -- and it is the second match in the Best of Seven Series for the OWF World Heavyweight Championship.

The fans roar in excitement, with the few members of the audience who remained seated are now rushing up to their feet.

Missy Janson - This match, by choice of Jesse, is a First Blood Match -- where the only way to win the match is to be the first man to make their opponent bleed.

Thirsty for blood, the fans of the OWF continue their rabid cheers.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring first, the challenger... From Los Angeles, California... Greg Jackson!

PA System - Diamonds are forever...

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

They won't leave in the night,
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...

Just then, the song cuts out and the lights do as well, leaving everyone in darkness. The music comes back in, blaring over the speakers as Greg Jackson comes out on to the ramp -- wearing his completely red outfit.

Dunn - Smart move on Greg's part with the attire.

. The fans are going crazy as Greg looks down the ramp, taking in his surroundings. He ignores the fans as he continues down to the ring, ignoring the outstretched hands along the way. When he gets to the ring, he climbs up the apron and then pulls himself through the ropes into the ring. Greg walks over to the turnbuckle leans his back up against it, preparing for the match.

Dunn - Being down one to nothing, Greg has to pull even here.

Greene - It will be demoralizing if he is unable to do so.

Falcoon - Not to mention it's hard to beat Jesse once, let alone twice in a row to keep the series going if Greg is unable to win tonight.

Upon Greg's music fading out, Missy brings the microphone back up to her lips and continues on.

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

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

Walk around the room with a glaze in your stare.
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 severe limp in his step and the brand new OWF World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. The lights come back up to a normal setting, with Jesse staring out into the crowd. He takes his time walking towards the ring, making sure to take in all his surroundings and to not aggravate his knee- which is bulging from a knee brace under his black jeans. He gets to the bottom of the ramp and stops as the music starts to kick back in.

NOW YOU'RE DOING THE WALTZ WITH YOUR MURDERER!

Walk around the room with a glaze in your stare.
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 their Champion, sending a deafening set of applause through the arena. He walks to the side of the ring closest to the cameras. He backs into the corner opposite of Greg Jackson, with a wide smile upon his face.

Mediocrity is the killer.

You find yourself helpless.
Christ is not a fashoin, 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.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

Right off the bat, Williams and Jackson approach each other -- with Jesse punching Greg in the stomach, and pulling his red sweater over his head. Williams tosses it out into the crowd as he steps back into his corner, with Greg now just wearing a set of red pants, red boots and red gloves.

Falcoon - Well James, that was a smart idea.

Greg gets very angry, removing his red gloves as he yells at Williams across the ring. Out of nowhere, both Jesse and Greg run at each other and begin slugging away at each other. The fans explode as Greg nails the first right hand across the left cheek bone of Jesse Williams, who fires right back with a right forearm shot to the jaw of Jackson. Greg attempts a wide left hook, but Williams is able to block the shot and hook Greg's arm up into his right arm pit. Jesse tries to underhook Greg's right arm, but Jackson cracks Jesse across the bridge of his nose with a sharp right elbow -- freeing his left arm as he steps back, before leaping into the air and driving both of his boots into the face of Jesse with leaping dropkick. Williams falls to the mat like a ton of bricks, holding his face as the referee checks for blood but there is none. Greg immediately picks Williams up, but Jesse brings a sharp knee to the gut of Greg which doubles him over. Williams locks Greg in a front facelock, wrenching his right arm around the neck of Jackson and hooking Greg's arm over his head and lifting him straight up into the air with a vertical suplex.

Dunn - Going for the J-Dubz Driv--

Greg is able to float over, landing on his feet behind Jesse where he lays himself out and nails a front drop kick to the shoulder blades of Williams. Jesse is sent sliding along the mat, as Greg falls to his back -- with both men itching to get back up to their feet. They do, with Greg taking Jesse down with an arm drag and locking in an armbar -- laying both of his legs across the chest of Jesse while wrenching back on his arm.

Dunn - Never thought Greg was a submissions artist.

Greene - Doesn't really matter, considering he is looking for blood.

Jesse is able to roll himself onto his knees, and clasps his hands together. With his head between the legs of Greg, and Jackson's hands wrapped tightly around Jesse's right arm -- Williams drags Jackson up off the mat. He swings Jackson up into a Powerbomb position, but Greg swings back almost immediately and executes a Hurricanrana that slides Jesse along the mat and under the bottom rope -- falling to the floor on the outside.

Falcoon - What a pretty reversal from Greg.

Jackson immediately pushes himself up, walking towards the set of ropes Jesse just flew under and he grabs a hold of the top rope with both hands. On the outside, Williams gets up to his feet as Greg slingshots himself over the top rope -- heading towards the outside of the ring. Jesse darts out of the way but Greg is able to maintain a hold of the top rope as he flips over, landing on his feet facing the ring on the outside ring apron. Jackson turns his head around, glacing at Jesse who walks back into his path with Greg leaping up to the middle rope -- but as he plants his feet and looks to moonsault to the outside of the ring, Williams swings a roundhouse kick that connects across the calves of Jackson. This sends him falling upon the hard outside edge of the ring apron on his right side, with Jesse hunching over holding his back in pain.

Dunn - Greg tried that Asai Moonsault, but Williams knows him too well.

Greene - In the coming matches, however many there are, you're going to find that there will be a greater knowledge of ones opponent coming from both men in that ring.

Falcoon - That ladder match was incredible, and this First Blood is living up to the hype.

Dunn - Lets not jerk these guys off yet, this match has barely even started.

Williams stands up straight, grabbing Greg by his shoulder and his forearm of his right arm -- tugging him off the apron and to his feet on the outside. With Greg heavily dazed, Jesse grabs him by the back of his head and drags Jackson towards the steel ring steps -- yanking his face towards the top step with the referee following closely behind. Jackson firmly plants both of his hands flat on the ring steps, stopping himself from being slammed into it and fires his left elbow into the sternum of Williams. Once Williams grasp is broken, Jackson reaches up and grabs Jesse by his long hair and turns the tables on him by driving Williams' face across the top of the steel steps. Williams' face connects with such force that his upper body weight leaves his head and chest laying on across the top steel step. The referee steps in to check Jesse's head, pulling his hair back to see no blood -- meanwhile, Greg Jackson walks up the steps, and eventually finds himself standing before Jesse's head. Greg looks down, then out to the crowd before lifting his right foot directly over Williams' head.

Falcoon - Don't do it Greg!

Dunn - Do it Greg, you'll win!

Falcoon - He could hurt Jes--

Before Greg can stomp his foot down onto Jesse's head, Williams pulls his body off of the steps and lays a right legged shin kick into the back of Greg's straightened left knee. He loses his footing of his left foot on the middle step, falling backwards and smacking his head onto the concrete floor.

Greene - Doesn't matter, Greg took too long.

Dunn - He could be busted open now.

The referee checks Greg's afro, finding no blood as he rolls around holding the back of his head in pain. Jesse drops to his knees, using both of his hands to pull the stray strands of hair out of his face. Williams chooses to pick himself back up and head to Greg, grabbing him by his right wrist and pulling him up to his feet -- only to slide him into the ring under the bottom rope, with the referee following Greg in. Jesse walks to the steel ring steps, ascending them and making his way onto the ring apron while Greg gets up to his hands and knees. The referee continues to remain near Jackson, making sure a cut hasn't sprouted from the back of his head. Jesse pulls upon the top rope, keeping his arms fully extended as Greg picks himself up to a kneeling position -- his left hand placed upon the canvas for balance and his right hand across the back of his head. Jackson has his back to the side of the ring Jesse is facing, as he stands on his unsteady feet feeling dizzy from being dropped on his head.

Dunn - Greg is really feeling the after-effects of the J-Dubz Driver from the Ladder.

Greene - I wouldn't be surprised if he was concussed.

Falcoon - Doesn't matter to Greg. He'd go out there even if he had lost three of his four limbs in one of these matches.

Greene - Can't deny his heart.

The referee checks Greg's head one last time, as he turns himself around to look for Jesse -- who springboards himself up from the outside apron, to the top rope and propels himself towards Greg with his right arm fully extended. Jesse looks for the Springboard Clothesline -- but Greg is able to slide out of harms way in a nick of time, forcing Jesse to land on his feet. His weak knee gives way, dropping down to it in a kneeling position upon impact while Greg uses this time to regain his senses.

Falcoon - Greg has to capitialize, now is his chance!

The referee checks on Jesse's well being, not looking for blood, as he pushes himself back up to his feet. Greg lays in wait right behind him, with Williams limping around ever so slowly -- building a thick anticipating amongst the crowd.

Dunn - Just go after him, Greg!

Greene - He wasting too much time.

Flashbulbs flicker off as Williams finally completely faces Greg, standing only about three feet away from him. Greg shifts his body to the side as he turns his left shoulder away from Jesse, and extends his right foot upward, looking for a Superkick -- but Williams ducks out of the way, leaving the referee in the direct line of fire right behind him. Greg stops himself short as he tucks his foot back down to the mat just inches from OWF Official, Andrew Caps' face. Once gaining control of his momentum, Greg turns and is forced to immediately avoid a wide elbow strike from Jesse. The referee tries to run between the two men, to avoid being struck during this exchange -- but at the exact moment he crosses their path, the two men shift their weight to their respective back feet, and send up a pair of Superkicks with their right legs that collide on either side of the referee's face. Blood squirts from his nose, and a gash opens under his eye as he hits the mat unconscious.

Greene - HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

The fans are deafening with, with Jesse shrugging and backing off.

Falcoon - Greg tried to hit the Superkick, but Williams was ready...

Dunn - Then Jackson avoided that elbow, and Andrew Caps got fucking obliterated.

Greene - And now there's no referee to make the call.

Dunn - Fuck that, Caps may need serious medical attention.

Greg looks down at the referee, while Jesse comes up behind him and nails a roundhouse kick to the back of Greg's head -- stumbling him face first into the corner. Jesse grabs Greg by the back of his head, slamming his face directly into the top turnbuckle pad which such force that Greg backpeddles after the impact. Once he passes Jesse, Williams whips his right arm around and clotheslines Greg right across his mouth -- flipping him backwards as Greg falls onto his head. With Greg heavily dazed, he stumbles up to his feet and swings wildly at the head of Jesse -- who ducks the haymaker attempt and pushes Greg upon his back, sending him off towards the ropes. Greg turns, bouncing off back first and ducking a short elbow strike from Williams -- spinning himself around and standing tall behind Jesse.

Dunn - Greg would have been pulling teeth from his stool for weeks if he didn't duck that.

Falcoon - And we're headed into overtime for the first time in months!

Dunn - Feels good to be ba--

Back in the ring, the announcers are cut short as the fans explode with Greg again looking for a Superkick, but Jesse slides under it and keeps his back to Greg. Jackson turns around, and Williams spins himself around -- connecting with a Roaring Elbow that brings the sharp point of Jesse's elbow into the soft flesh of Greg's head. A wound opens, but little blood comes out as the referee remains laid out on the mat anyways.

Dunn - Jesse doesn't have to worry about the referee now, he needs to widen that cut.

Williams begins to help Greg up to his feet, and once leaning him up against the ropes Jesse spins around and looks for a second Roaring Elbow -- but Greg hooks Jesse's right arm with his own right elbow, and spins around behind him. Jackson locks in a Half-Nelson as he grabs a hold around Jesse's waist with his left arm -- and flips Williams over his, releasing him and dropping him right on his head.

Falcoon - Half-Nelson Suplex! A page right out of--

Dunn - GORDIE! WHAT THE...

Jackson slowly begins pulling himself up -- while Williams rolls off the impact from his neck and stands up behind Greg, unphased from Greg's use of his own move. The fans explode, as the cameras shake violently -- almost at the same pace Jesse's arms shake as his rage grows.

Greene - I've seen everything now.

Greg pulls himself up to his feet, turning himself around only to find himself on the receiving end of a thunderous Superkick right to his jaw -- flattening him to his back as Jesse drops to his knee.

Falcoon - JESUS! Greg's jaw must be in the third--

Greg lifts his legs into the air, and kips up to his feet -- drawing a huge response from the crowd.

Falcoon - Greg goes unphased from a Superkick.

Dunn - I know it's one of his moves...but there's no way to take that move lightly.

Jackson stares at Jesse, who pulls himself up and stares back at Greg. The referee remains down, bleeding heavily from his head while the two competitors engage in an intense staredown full of hatred. They break off into a sprint towards one another, with both of them lifting their feet and connecting with a double-big boot, knocking both men down and killing their adrenaline rushes.

Greene - Look! Greg is bleeding!

A puddle of blood begins to form around the head of Jackson as he lays on the mat, while Jesse remains unscathed yet also laying on his back. The referee is just beginning to move, as he lays flat upon his stomach on the opposite side of the ring. Jackson lays flat on his back, lifting his hands up to his face and feeling his blood covering it. Greg freaks out, and slides out of the ring -- running over to a camera man and using his shirt to wipe his face clean, but only more streaks of blood run from the cut.

Falcoon - Greg is in trouble, now. Once that referee gets up it's over.

Jackson approaches the time keepers table, pushing Missy from her seat and grabbing the steel chair she was sitting on. He folds it up and heads back to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope while Williams pulls himself up to one knee. Greg picks himself up, holding the chair with both hands as he waits for Jesse to get up to his feet. Jesse finally does, turning around and walking right into a hellacious chairshot that dents the chair and lays out Jesse -- with no blood coming from his head. The referee now has a hold of the ropes, his back to the action as Greg releases his grip on the chair with his left hand and grabs a hold of Jesse's hair -- ilifting his head from the mat and propping him up in a kneeling position. Jackson grabs the legs of the dented chair, swinging it downwards and denting it even further over the head of Jesse -- who falls limp to the mat, but still isn't cut.

Greene - Jesse should just blade and get it over with.

Dunn - His skin is too thick and leathery. Damn Mexican.

The referee is now hung up on the ropes, as Greg drops the chair and chooses to lift Jesse up and toss him back-first into the nearest corner -- before lifting the chair and hanging it over the head of Jesse.

Falcoon - What's this?

Greg steps back, angling his body to the left of Jesse and sidestepping towards him -- executing a Superkick to the steel chair, and driving it into the face of Williams.

Greene - Superkick to the chair!

Dunn - Jesse is out cold.

Williams falls to the mat -- as to Greg's surprise the referee is to his feet and calls for the bell.

Falcoon - Who the hell won that?

Dunn - Jesse is starting to bleed now!

The referee exits the ring and heads to Missy, wiping the blood from his own eyes while informing her of the decision. She lifts her microphone into her right hand, and announces the winner.

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, taking a two to nothing lead in the Best of Seven Series... Jesse Williams!

Falcoon - Williams takes a two to nothing lead, Caps saw Greg bloodied first.

Williams rolls out of the ring, severely beaten with blood streaming down his face. Jackson has left the ring to dispute the decision with the referee who has already made his way towards the middle of the ramp.

Dunn - Greg can't do anything except look to next week. If he dwells on this loss, he is doomed to keep losing.

Greene - He has to be demoralized. He did almost everything right, except he just didn't make Williams bleed until it was too late.

Falcoon - Caps, Jackson and Williams all end up bloodied -- but Jesse is heading into Collision Course with a safe lead.

Dunn - Now he can focus on kicking Josh Allen's ass.

Greene - Here, here.

Williams receives cheers from the crowd, with a few boo's mixed in from the Jackson supporters, as he picks himself up on the outside.

Falcoon - I'll see you all at NLW and OWF Present Collision Course this Sunday...

Dunn - Yeah, I wasn't invited.

Falcoon - But we'll all be back in one week for next week's Monday Addiction!

Greene - Goodnight OWF fans!

The feed cuts from a shot of a bloodied Jesse Williams holding his OWF World Title, to the OWF logo and then to black as the telecast ends.