Missy places the ladders at the time keepers table, and grabs a microphone off of the table. She turns around, and immediately cuts into her announcements to the unsuspecting crowd.

Missy Janson - Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the first Main Event of the Evening... and it is the annual OWF Christmas Tree Match!

Once she begins, a rush of fans begin to head back to their seats. Once there, they all remain on their feet and cheer at the top of their lungs.

Missy Janson - Over the past month, sixteen superstars competed for eight spots in the match -- where the competitor who is first to climb to the top of that tree and grab the star, will receive a World Title shot at Clash of Champions in January.

A loud roar comes from the crowd, forcing Missy to pause.

Missy Janson - Without any further a due, the competitors of the Christmas Tree Match. The first entrant, from Hell, Michigan... 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 to ringside. The arena slowly lights up and Silence waits outside, looking up at the massive Christmas Tree.

Falcoon - Silence won Gang Wars, so to win this match as well would bank him another title shot.

Missy continues on as soon as Silence's music fades out.

Missy Janson - Coming out next, from Parts Unknown... The Lost Soul!

TLS comes out to no music, as the lights in the arena begin flickering as he shows up on the entrance ramp. He walks down towards the ring, keeping his eyes set on the Christmas Tree as The Lost Soul rounds the ring. He doesn't even look at Silence, as he keeps his focus on the star atop the tree.

Dunn - The Rogues have a chance to come out of this night with two guaranteed title shots.

Greene - And those chances are doubled for a World Title shot in this Match.

Missy lifts the microphone back up to her mouth, and moves on with her announcements.

Missy Janson - The third entrant... From Haiti, he is the current OWF Tears Tag Team Champion -- Porta Prince!

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

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

Pyro stops and Porta Prince appears as if he was behind it the whole time -- followed by Vernon Somoza. Smoke flies out of his nose as he goes towards the ring with nothing but a spotlight on him. He stands outside, looking up to the top of the tree as his music slowly fades out. He speaks with his partner a bit, as Somoza takes a step back.

Falcoon - El Plaga already brought the Tag Titles to NLW.

Dunn - And I'm sure Porta Prince would love nothing more but to secure a shot at the OWF World Champion.

Greene - Lets just hope it's anyone but him.

Missy again lifts the microphone to her lips, continuing on.

Missy Janson - Coming out next, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania..."The Son of a Bitch" Trent Steel!

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

With a wide smile upon his face, Trent Steel walks through the curtains glances at the ring while his music blares loudly. The fans boo him with all that they have in their lungs. He takes slow steps as he walks down the ramp and approaches the ring. Trent keeps the anticipating at an all time high as he plays mindgames with his opponents by taking so long to get the ring. Trent walks around the ring, standing next to The Lost Soul as they begin to talk to one another.

Dunn - Every competitor is going to have to be aware of the Rogues.

The crowd slowly dies down, along with the volume of the music.

Falcoon - There are a lot of divisions within this match.

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

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

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

There is no pyro or any other special effects as he walks to the ring steps, the music fading into silence as he bows his head, eyes closing for a brief moment. His right arm crosses his body, touching the black armband encircling his left arm with the initials "EA" written in bold white lettering. Then, with a shout of "for the fallen!" directed at the ceiling, he circles the ring. He keeps an eye on his opponents, as well as the Christmas Tree as the fans give him a warm response.

Falcoon - And The Phoenix is a guy who seems to be out there all alone tonight.

Dunn - If it wasn't for X-T, he may not have even made it here.

Greene - He breezed past Talon, but Fuck The Fans had an agenda to go after him.

His music slowly fades out, as he stands by himself. Still standing at ringside, Missy awaits for the cheers to subside before continuing her introductions.

Missy Janson - Coming to the ring next, the sixth entrant, from Jersey City, New Jersey... JC!

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

PA system - Thou shalt not

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

He keeps an eye on the other five men who oppose him, circlling around the ring to find his best vantage point. Eventually he glances up at the Christmas Tree and finds his place right infront of the announcers booth.

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

His music slowly fades out, with Missy remaining silent due to the overwhelming amounts of boo's.

Dunn - Each competitor has an obvious motivation to win this match.

Greene - It's well known that JC wants the OWF title, but he'd love it even more if he could go through Greg or Jesse in order to get it.

Once the crowd dies down, Missy lifts the microphone back up to her lips.

Missy Janson - The seventh entrant, on his way to the ring... Hailing 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 stares only at his opponents -- choosing to avoid glancing at the Tree.

Dunn - Here's my pick.

Falcoon - Specter has never made himself active in the World Title picture.

Greene - Well now is his chance.

Specter's music fades out as Missy continues the introductions.

Missy Janson - And finally, the eighth entry -- From Tulsa, Oklahoma... He is the Current NLW World Heavyweight Champion... Josh Allen!

"Riot" by Three Days Grace hits, causing some unsettled fans to stand and boo. Josh Allen strides onto stage and treads down the aisle, shaking his head in apparent disgust at some of the front-row fans. He slides into the ring, climbing one of the turnbuckles and holding up the NLW Championship, taunting the fans with it. He steps down back to the outside of the ring, handing his belt to Missy Janson as he remains watchful of his opponents. Missy sits down at ringside, and the bell is rung.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The match starts off with a bang, as the entire mess of superstars set off to take one another on. Porta Prince locks up with The Phoenix, while JC decks The Lost Soul with a big boot out of nowhere -- sending the crowd into a frenzy. Josh Allen and Trent Steel glare at each other and immediately round the ring and head directly for one another. As they reach one another, Steel looks for a right haymaker but Josh ducks under it and leaps into the air -- nailing a jumping roundhouse kick to the side of Steel's head, dropping him to his knees. Meanwhile, The Phoenix gets the best of Porta Prince and tosses him shoulder first into the ring barricade -- further damaging his already sore shoulder. Silence is left alone for a moment, until Specter sneaks up from behind him and nails a blunt right elbow directly to the base of his skull. Specter sees The Lost Soul picking himself up and walking towards The Phoenix, with JC taking a step back and watching the chaos. Specter walks around the ring while TLS antagonizes The Phoenix, and Specter nails a chop block to the back of his leg -- taking him down to the ground.

Dunn - Jesus, Specter is looking to disable everyone tonight.

TLS looks at Specter in shock as he stands up and begins laying boots into the body of The Phoenix -- before The Lost Soul joins in and helps in the beatdown. Meanwhile, Josh Allen has picked Trent Steel back up to his feet -- but Trent is able to pull himself free by nailing a hard elbow strike across the bridge of Allen's nose. Once he bends over, Trent brings a lifting knee directly to the face of Josh -- sending him flat to his back on the concrete outside of the ring. Once he is done with Allen, Steel takes note of The Lost Soul and Specter demolishing The Phoenix -- and steps in to help. Meanwhile, JC seems to grow bored and he climbs up onto the ring apron -- heading for the Christmas Tree. Once he gets there, his right leg is grabbed by Porta Prince and he is yanked back down to the outside. Porta and JC begin to exchange fists back and forth, with Porta gaining the initial advantage.

Prince nails a sharp hook, sending JC down to a knee. Porta steps forward, looking to continue his assault -- when Specter steps away from his alliance with the Rogues and prevents Porta's strike. Specter lays a shin kick across the ribs of Porta, stopping him in his tracks and allowing JC time to get up to his feet. Porta glares at JC, who decks him with a european uppercut right under his chin. Specter steps back towards The Phoenix, to see TLS and Trent Steel now pounding away at Josh Allen as he lays on the concrete floor. Specter doesn't join them, and instead chooses to lift up The Phoenix. Once he stands him up, Specter begins to unleash a fury of strikes -- started off with a sharp right jab. He follows up with alternating rights and lefts, as The Phoenix sinks down towards the concrete with every shot. Specter only picks up the pace of his strikes, now including his legs as he begins to fire sharp knees up into the chest of The Phoenix as he remains doubled over. Finally, Specter stops his onslaught -- only to grab The Phoenix around both sides of his head. He pulls him straight up, looking into The Phoenix's eyes with a look never seen before. Specter rears his right hand back, with the dazed Phoenix unable to muster up any sort of defense, and he fires his arm forward. Instead of decking The Phoenix, Specter stops his hand short -- and extends his index and middle fingers; jabbing them into the eyes of The Phoenix, who falls to the concrete floor clutching his face.

Falcoon - That was cheap!

Greene - No, just unexpected.

Dunn - That was awesome! C'mon, lets get it goin Garrett. That was awesome!...

Greene - ...

Dunn - You're a dick.

Specter takes a step back, acknowledging the jeers from the crowd. where he is grabbed by Silence into a reverse waist lock -- but he is unable to improve his position and Specter is saved by JC, who clobbers Silence with a right hand that sends him down to one knee. JC drags Silence to his feet and runs him around the ring before tossing him head first into a set of steel ring steps -- knocking him unconscious. Specter looks on as JC rounds-about the ring, when Trent Steel rushes at him and tackles him down to the concrete. While he watches that, Porta Prince comes from behind and grabs Specter into a reverse waist lock. Using all of his strength, Porta tosses him over his head with a release German Suplex -- dropping Specter right on top of his head on the concrete floor. Specter remains down, as Porta hops right up and raises his arms straight into the air. The Lost Soul walks past Porta and begins beating on JC with Trent, overpowering him as they keep him on the floor outside the ring. Porta glances into the ring, and puts his knee on the apron as he is joined by a recovered Josh Allen. The two men look up to the tree and enter the ring, climbing up right next to one another.

Falcoon - NLW is teaming up! This is no good!

JC begins to fight off The Lost Soul as Trent sees Porta Prince and Josh Allen climbing the tree. He quickly slides into the ring and walks towards Porta -- yanking him down to the mat and tossing him out of the ring as quickly as possible. On the outside, JC is pushing himself up while fighting with TLS and Specter is just beginning to push himself up -- as The Phoenix holds onto the ring barricade, still holding his eyes. Back in the ring, Steel turns and grabs the foot of JA as he grabs a hold of the platform. He kicks down with his free foot, hitting Steel with a few kicks but it doesn't break his grasp. Suddenly, Allen abandons his climb and drops from the platform -- wrapping both of his legs around the neck of Steel, and swinging downwards upon his fall to execute a Hurricanrana that sends both men down to the canvas right next to the Christmas Tree.

Greene - Beautiful counter by Allen!

Dunn - But it accomplished what Steel wanted, even if he paid a price for it.

On the outside, JC has subdued TLS with a flurry of strikes while a fully recovered Specter walks over to The Phoenix -- who is waiting for him with a stiff uppercut to the jaw. Specter staggers back up against the ring apron, with The Phoenix running right at him. He splashes Specter back-first up against the ring apron before grabbing him around his torso. He tucks his head under his arm, stepping back as the fans begin to cheer.

Falcoon - Neon Lights on Specter?

Dunn - You can't do the Neon Lights. Only Northern Lights, and it's lame.

The Phoenix positions Specter for the Northern Lights Suplex, when JC runs out of nowhere and connects with a big boot across the right side of his face -- sending a echoing crack off the walls of the arena, with all of the fans gasping in shock.

Falcoon - HOLY JESUS..

Dunn - He kicked his fucking face off! Ahhhh!

The Phoenix collapses to one knee, and drops Specter -- whose legs just happen to land on the apron. He drags The Phoenix up, keeping him in a front face lock while standing above him. Specter spins off of the apron, and nails a Tornado DDT down onto the concrete -- with the move taking a lot out of both men upon impact. Finally, Porta Prince gets back up to his feet and uses this time to go after Specter. He lifts him off of the concrete floor and lays a knife edge chop across his chest, and turns just in time to catch JC with a palm thrust to the throat that drops him down to his knees. He turns back to Specter, spinning around and connecting with a roaring elbow that nearly sends Specter to the floor -- but Prince grabs him before he collapses. JC shakes his head and finally catches his breath and looks towards the ring, and slides under the bottom rope. He begins to climb up the branches of the tree, while Specter is locked in a suplex position by Porta Prince.

Greene - JC is on his way up!

Falcoon - And Specter is on his way down!

Porta hoists Specter up into the air, but he floats over and lands on his feet behind Porta. He pushes him from behind, as he trips over the fallen body of Silence who was just getting up to a kneeling position. Porta tumbles to the floor for a moment, as Specter shoots a glance to the ring as JC grabs a hold of the steel platform -- doing it rather quickly due to his height advantage.

Dunn - JC's going to be the first to the platform.

Falcoon - Just when you thought Specter was helping the Rogues, he breaks Trents fingers.

Dunn - Looks like he has agreements with whomever benefits him the most.

Greene - It's a smart idea, he just needs to be careful going about it.

Dunn - Well it has helped Allen and JC so far.

Greene - We have five men up on the first steel platform, and The Phoenix is trying to make it six.

Falcoon - And Trent is hanging on in hopes of being the seventh.

Dunn - Silence is the odd man out.

Falcoon - Every one has at least made ten feet of progress.

Dunn - Now it's about who can make up the next fifteen the fastest.

Greene - Or who is in the best shape to do so, for that matter.

Falcoon - You really can't count anyone out at this point.

Dunn - You'd be stupid to.

Near the edge of the platform, Josh Allen and The Phoenix are now standing -- exchanging fisticuffs. Although The Phoenix is getting his licks in, Allen doesn't back down and has a rapid response for everything The Phoenix throws at him. In frustration, the Phoenix looks for a wide haymaker -- but Allen is able to counter by hooking that arm, and floating over the back of The Phoenix. Josh lands on his feet infront of The Phoenix, holding him in a front face lock for a moment before falling back and driving him down directly on his face. Allen stands up after the DDT and takes a look around him. Nearby he sees Porta Prince finally get the upper hand on The Lost Soul, pressing his back down to the steel and laying direct elbow shots to his jaw. He finally pulls himself off of TLS and turns around, catching JC's big boot heading his way again. Porta ducks it, and quickly kicks the knee out from under JC -- and running away from him. He bounces right into Josh Allen and rears his arm back, but he is slapped across the back of the head -- which stops his intentions. He turns to see Specter who darts away from him, with Porta charging after him. Specter ducks behind JC, who finally finds his mark with his big boot -- bringing the sole right across Porta's face.

Falcoon - Specter is playing instigator in there.

Dunn - And now he seems to be aligning himself with Allen.

Josh looks at Specter, who looks right back at him -- when both men are attacked from behind. Allen is grabbed and dumped onto his head with a Backdrop Suplex from The Phoenix -- while Specter is struck by an elbow from Silence. Specter remains on his feet, and receives a second elbow to the back of the head -- which drops him down to a single knee. Silence steps in front of Specter, grabbing him by his head and slowly lifting him up to his feet. On the way up, Specter nails a low blow to Silence which drops him down to his knees. Specter stands tall infront of him, before he rears back and punt Silence square in the face. His body falls limp as he crashes down to the steel platform. Meanwhile, The Phoenix has already picked up Josh Allen and has begun to try to break him down physically. The Phoenix nails a swinging forearm strike that Josh has no chance of blocking, followed by a blunt headbutt that drops Allen to his knees. The Phoenix reaches down and grabs two handfulls of Allen's hair, and lifts him back up to his feet. The Phoenix immediately tucks Allen's head under his arm, positioning his back towards the edge of the platform as he sets Josh up for an Exploder Suplex.

Greene - Holy shit...holy shit...

Falcoon - This isn't going to be pretty!

The fans all jump to their feet, but somehow Allen begins firing short elbows to the back of the Phoenix's head. This breaks the hold, and allows Allen to move away from the edge.

Dunn - Allen is lucky he fought out of that.

Falcoon - And he knows it.

Specter and JC both stand a few feet apart, both trying to catch their second winds -- while Trent Steel and The Lost Soul slowly begin pulling themselves up to their feet. The Phoenix and Josh Allen are busy engaging in a stare down, with Porta Prince trying to pull himself up -- while Silence is still out. JC turns, grabbing a hold of the tree branches and starting his climb upward toward the second platform with Specter watching his back. He glances up and see's JC has made good progress, and Specter now begins climbing up as well.

Greene - JC is about to be the first to the second level, as well.

Falcoon - Now he just has to be first to the star.

Greene - We're getting close, I can sense it.

Falcoon - Now all we need is Allen up there.

Dunn - I don't know if we can fit that many more.

Greene - We may not have a choice in the matter.

Greene - OH NO!

Dunn - Needless to say, The Lost Soul and Silence are out.

Falcoon - They're in trouble, James. That was no soft landing.

Falcoon - Finally, we have everyone on the top.

Dunn - Everyone who isn't dead.

All remaining competitors are now on the twenty foot platform. Allen goes right after The Phoenix as Specter again takes a step back and watches on. Porta Prince attacks JC from behind once again, provoking another brawl between the two men. Steel locks eyes with Specter and begins to round the platform, heading directly for him. Prince dismisses JC and sees Steel heading in his direction -- and meets him with a hard right hand. Steel fights right back, stunning Porta with a elbow to the temple. He then lifts him up onto his shoulders and nails a Death Valley Driver on Prince -- driving his head directly down onto the steel.

Falcoon - And he wasn't even going after Porta initially.

Greene - I think that just about ends his chances.

The Phoenix gets back up to his feet, fighting back against Josh Allen with all he has. The two men are on very shaky legs as they both stumble dangerously close to the edge of the platform. Allen nails a closed fist to the bridge of The Phoenix's nose, and he fires back with an open handed slap across Josh's face. This provokes Josh to grab a hold of The Phoenix, who grabs Allen right back as the two lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Steel sees this and rushes at both men, but is unable to reach them.

Falcoon - HOLY CHRIST!

Both Josh Allen and The Phoenix slip off the edge and fall down to the platform ten feet below, with Steel stopping and watching their fall. Both men are laid out motionless with the fans going bezerk.

Greene - Sullivan is not going to be happy seeing that!

Dunn - Neither of them are moving much.

Falcoon - Steel looks shocked.

Dunn - Or dissapointed!

A set of EMT's rush down to the ring and try to figure out how to reach both men. Steel looks around to see nobody paying attention to him and he begins his ascent up the tree. It is short lived as he is tugged back down to the platform by JC as Specter watches Porta Prince who doesn't seem to know where he is. Steel becomes enraged and begins to strike at JC with everything he has left in his tank. JC is unable to block any of the upper body strikes that Trent throws at him -- forcing him to stagger backwards in defense. He comes closer and closer to the edge with every shot from Steel, finally having no more room to give.

Greene - JC's gonna go!

Dunn - Look out below!

Specter walks around behind Steel and taps him on the shoulder, turning him away from JC who is on the brink of falling. Specter steps back, and Trent ignores him -- turning back towards JC. As soon as he does, JC drills Steel across the mouth with a big boot, knocking him down to the platform. Trents mouth is bleeding badly at this point, stuck on all fours as JC is slowly climbing up the remainder of the tree. Specter finally picks himself up and sees JC inching closer. Using the last drops of energy he has, Specter runs and plants his right foot on the back of Steel. He uses it to springboard up and over JC -- lunging at the star.

Dunn - Specter is flying!

JC wraps his hands around the star, but Specter floats over and pulls it right out of his hands as Specter removes it from the tree.

Falcoon - SPECTER WINS!

His momentum propels him over the edge of the top platform, and Specter crashes fifteen feet below to the lower level.

Missy Janson - The winner of the Christmas Tree Match... gaining a shot at the OWF World Championship at Clash of Champions.... SPEEEECTER!

Greene - What a fucking match.

Falcoon - I can't agree with you more.

Specter lays motionless on the platform as tons of medical personel rush down to ringside to take care of the many wounded. The fans are all on their feet, giving every competitor a round of applause. Immediately a set of ring technicians swarm down the ramp, heading towards the ring looking to dismantle the Christmas Tree.

Dunn - I'm shocked at how well prepared everyone was.

Greene - And Specter was a step ahead of them all.

Falcoon - He manipulated everyone in that match.

Dunn - And he got away with it.

More EMT's come out, wheeling many gurneys down to the ringside area -- while ring technicians bring down their steel carts. They also reposition the seats of the crowd once more to bring the crane in towards the tree.

Greene - He paid a physical price for it.

Dunn - Anyone who entered this match did.

The men able to make their way to the concrete on their own power do so, and eventually make their way up the ramp. Specter, Josh Allen, and The Phoenix are strapped into separate gurney's and are wheeled away from ringside -- as the ring technicians start to detach the lower steel platform from the tree.

Falcoon - Allen, Specter and Phoenix are in pretty bad shape.

Dunn - Silence, too.

Greene - Yeah, but we won't hear from him for a few months regardless.

The crane is lowered down and is attached to the top of the tree as all four cables are removed from the four ring posts. The technicians remove half of the first panel for the lower platform, and move around towards the second part.

Falcoon - I'm still in shock here.

Dunn - And we still have one more match.

The feed cuts from a shot of the arena, to a locker room backstage, where we see Greg Jackson sitting on a bench. His hands are pressed together as if he’s praying, with his mouth up against his hands. He shuffles his feet as he anxiously awaits the seventh and final match. A moment later, Matt Jackson walks in the room.

Greg Jackson - What we got?

Matt Jackson - Don't know yet.

Greg Jackson - Really… alright.

Matt Jackson - Whatever happens, I’m really proud of what you’ve done so far. You’ve come back a long way.

Greg Jackson - Yeah but we both know it’s not enough.

Matt Jackson - I know…

Greg stands up and the two brothers shake hands and share a quick hug.

Matt Jackson - Give him hell.

Greg Jackson - I will.

Greg then leaves the locker room, leaving his brother behind. The cameras cut back to a shot of the arena, as the announcers chip back in.

Greene - This means so much to Greg.

Falcoon - And his brother is there to support him through this.

Dunn - He's going to need a lot more than support to be able to pull this off.

Falcoon - He's won three in a row so far, he just needs another strong match.

Greene - And Williams is by far the weaker of the two, physically.

The Christmas Tree is almost completely removed from the ring as the camera pans slightly to the right to follow the platforms as they are wheeled up the ramp -- also to see the crane kick into gear, and begin hoisting the tree upward. The feed cuts away from the ring, along with the tree, to the backstage area. The cameras follow a frantic Tyler Taylor who is running around backstage like a chicken with his head cut off. He walks into the main corridor, which is completely dead except for a few jobbers hanging round. Tyler walks up to a group of them, finding the most recognizable one.

Tyler Taylor - Where's Jesse's locker room, Mike?

Mike Van Pelt - It's right around the corner.

Tyler moves off, leaving MVP behind and following his directions. Taylor eventually stumbles upon the locker room of Jesse Williams, knocking on the door. Upon his knuckles striking the door, it pushes open a bit. Tyler looks back at the camera man, and inside of the room for a moment. There is one light in the far corner, which is burning a blood red color which doesn't shed much light on the inside of the room. Tyler steps back as the voice of Jesse Williams is heard from inside.

Jesse Williams - I....can't....

Tyler remains silent, sticking his microphone into the crack of the door to pick up the audio from inside. The camera's shot remains focused on the darkness inside the room.

Jesse Williams - I won't. I'm not going to allow it. Greg thinks he has the best of me, but I'll show everyone a side they've never seen before.

Williams pauses, with Tyler and the camera man remaining completely motionless.

Jesse Williams - I'll do this, and I'll do this on my terms. No gimmicks. No stipulations. The best man will end up scoring the pinfall or submission.

Tyler peers inside the open door, looking back at the camera with a look of complete fear. His face turns while and he quickly scurries off. The camera man is left behind, focusing inside the dark room. A meniacal laugh comes from inside as the feed cuts back to the arena. The Christmas Tree is completely gone from sight and the seating in the crowd has been returned to normal -- with the crane disappearing behind the OWF tron. The hole in the center of the ring has been patched up, and a new ring canvas has been stretched over the ring. The camera feed cuts to the announcers booth, with all three men staring directly into the lense.

Greene - Jackson better watch out.

Dunn - He woke up a monster.

Falcoon - Greg's going to be fine. He's been able to dismiss Williams' best attempts so far.

Dunn - We shall see.

Missy Janson stands up next to the ring announcers table, causing the camera to pan towards her. She extends her right hand down, clutching a microphone on the time keepers table and pulls it into her palm. She heads right for the steel steps, quickly ascending them and making her way onto the ring apron.

Falcoon - I don't know how the fans are going to react, but I can sense a lot of lingering excitement.

Greene - They are being treated to two Main Event matches in one night.

Dunn - Exactly. They should be excited.

She steps through the ropes and heads for the center of the ring, with the fans cheering her on loudly. They all remain on their feet, keeping their eyes locked on the ring as they await Missy's announcements.

Falcoon - I know I am, so lets send it to the ring and to Missy Janson.

She finally stands in the direct center of the squared circle and brings the microphone up to her mouth -- starting her introductions.

Missy Janson - It is time for the second Main Event of the Evening, and it is the Seventh and FINAL Match in the Best of Seven Series for the OWF World Heavyweight Championship!

The fans cheer loudly, looking forward to the last match of the night.

Missy Janson - This match, by choice of Greg, is a Iron Man Match -- there is a time limit of Forty Five Minutes, and whichever superstar accumulates the most falls in that time period will win the match.

Again the fans give a loud response in anticipation.

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

PA System - Diamonds are forever...

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

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. 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 steel ring steps then pulls himself through the ropes and into the ring. Greg walks over to the turnbuckle leans his back up against it, preparing for the match.

Greene - Well here is where you use every cliche in the book to say how important this match is for Greg.

Falcoon - Its win or go home for him.

Greg's music fades, and Missy continues on once the fans cheers die down.

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.

We will never sleep, 'cause sleep is for the weak.
And we will never rest, 'til we're all fucking dead!
We will never sleep, 'cause sleep is for the weak.
And we will never rest, 'til we're all fucking dead!

I refuse! I refuse!
I refuse to close my eyes.

As the music dies down a bit, we see Jesse Williams walk out from the back- hobbling a bit with the OWF World Title held in his right hand. 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.

I have loved, and I have lost.
I have turned, and I have tossed.
I have listened, and I have watched.
I've gave into this for long enough.

I have lost, and I have loved.
Sleep has stolen far too much.
So don't close your eyes, not just yet.
Sleep is just a cousin of death.

It's about this time where we see Jesse has a bit of a different appearance. He isn't wearing his black tanktop and over his face, covering his eye and trailing over his cheek, is a large palm mark of red face paint. The finger marks continue along his pectorals, and the closer to the ring he gets the better look everyone can see. Williams slides under the bottom rope, and quickly pushes himself up to his feet- looking at Greg across the ring. Once there, we can see that in that same right eye is a dark red contact lense. 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.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again-
If you think you're alive then you're better off dead.

As his music fades out, Williams begins to stretch his upper body, using the ropes and getting himself prepared. The referee approaches him and Williams gives the belt to him -- which he in turn hands to Missy. She exits, and the referee calls for the bell once Missy is seated back at ringside.

(Ding, Ding, Ding...)

The two men move towards one another in the middle of the ring. They meet nose to nose as the fans immediately break off into a dueling chant of "Lets go Jackson! Lets go Williams!". Williams pushes Greg, and Jackson fires away with a right hook -- which Jesse is able to block with his left forearm. He swings his own right hand at Greg, connecting with his face and staggering Greg back a few steps. Jesse charges at Greg in a short sprint, but Jackson side steps him and allows Jesse to run right past him. Williams bounces off, back-first, and runs right back towards Greg -- who takes him down to the mat with a hip toss, following it into an arm bar as Greg kneels behind Jesse on the mat. Williams immediately starts working his way back up to his feet, while Jackson maintains the lock on his right arm. Jesse pushes himself up and twists his arm -- spinning around behind Greg and hooking his left arm behind him in a Hammerlock. Williams doesn't maintain the hold, instead choosing to push Greg forward as he stumbles towards the ropes. He bounces off of them, chest-first, and is propelled into a backwards stagger towards the center of the ring. Williams comes up behind him, hooking his right arm up into the air -- but Greg collapses to the mat and rolls himself towards the nearest set of ropes. He slides under them and pulls himself up to his feet on the outside, staring inwards at Jesse as the referee approaches the side of the ring Jackson exited from.

Falcoon - Jackson is becoming keen to Jesse's moves.

Dunn - Now he just has to keep his mind on the time.

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

The referee begins counting Greg out as he circles around the ring, trying to find the best way back in.

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

After seeing no easy way about it, Greg slides back into the ring and immediately pops up to his feet -- glaring across the ring at Jesse, who hasn't budged. The two men circle one another, slowly closing the gap between them. Again they lock up in the center of the ring, with Jesse pushing Greg down to one knee for a moment. Jackson bounces right back up and uses his momentum to push Williams backwards into the far corner -- resting his back up against the turnbuckle. The two men keep a hold of one another, with the referee stepping in and trying to get a clean break. Jackson steps away, backpeddling into the middle of the ring as Williams remains hung up in the corner. He pulls himself from it and slowly circles around Greg, who keeps turning himself to face Jesse since he is standing in the middle of the ring. Jesse approaches and the two men lock up once more, this time with Greg forcing Jesse down to his left knee. Williams tries pushing himself up as Greg did, but is unable to muster the strength in his right leg. Jackson pulls Jesse's head into a side headlock, wrenching his left arm around his neck as tightly as he can. Williams remains on his left knee, as Greg widens his stance and keeps Jesse subdued.

Falcoon - Greg is pinpointing Williams' body in different parts, slowly wearing him down.

Dunn - Screw that. He's tired and blown up.

Greene - Blown up?

Dunn - Can't catch his breath.

Jesse pushes himself up to his feet and drives his right elbow into the stomach of Jackson. Greg keeps the headlock applied, with Jesse nailing a second elbow which loosens the hold. Williams pushes Greg off of him, sending him towards the ropes as he breaks the hold. Williams stands himself up straight as Jackson bounces off the ropes and charges back at Jesse. Williams hits the mat, and lifts his feet up into abdomen of Greg -- executing a monkey flip on him. Williams hits the mat back first while Greg over-rotates and catches himself on the middle rope. He springboards off of it, backflipping in the air and landing across the chest of the prone Williams with an Asai Moonsault.

Dunn - Nice counter by Greg.

Jackson remains on top of Williams, hooking his leg while the referee slides into place to administer the count...1...2...kickout by Jesse. Greg doesn't waste a second as he grabs a handful of Jesse's hair with his right hand and slowly peels him off of the mat. Jackson lifts Williams to a seated position. He kneels behind Williams, bringing his left knee cap directly into his spine while clutching his hands around the jaw of Williams -- locking him in a rear chin lock. Williams pushes himself over onto his left hip, getting up to his knees while Jackson remains over him -- wrenching on his neck. Williams grabs a hold of Greg's wrists and begins to pull his hands off of his face, while slowly standing himself up. Jesse gets up to his feet with his back to Greg and his arms extended outward while holding both of Jacksons arm's at bay. Jesse swings himself around, letting go of Greg's right arm and keeping a hold of his left. He whips himself back towards Jackson, rearing his arm back and looking for a short arm clothesline. Greg is able to grab a hold of Jesse's arm and whip him down to the mat, immediately locking in a Fujiwara armbar as he sits on the shoulder of Jesse.

Greene - Greg doesn't seem to want to stand with Jesse.

Falcoon - Smart thinking on his part.

Jesse struggles to get back up to his feet, with Greg only keeping a hold of Williams' arm. Somehow, Williams whips around behind Greg and locks him into a half-nelson -- with the fans exploding. Greg somersaults forward and out of the hold, picking himself up to his feet and staring at Jesse cautiously as he now begins to circle him -- with Williams standing in the middle of the ring. Jackson lifts his arms, looking like he wants to tie-up -- but as Jesse raises his arms, Greg lays a sharp shin kick to the left knee of Jesse. The shot stuns him and sends him off balance, since he is putting most of his weight on that leg anyways. Williams tries to backpeddle away from Greg, but falls victim to a short soccer kick to the left thigh -- cracking right through his thin jeans and smacking his skin. Greg attempts another kick, but Williams grabs a hold of his left foot -- and pushes him backwards, instead of forcing Greg up onto one foot. Williams limps backwards, putting some distance between the two competitors.

Dunn - Jesse's legs are bad.

Greene - His right leg seems to be bothering him worse.

Falcoon - And without his left he is nothing.

The two men pause, huffing and puffing as their bodies again start to give out on them. They keep themselves focused only on one another, as the rabid fans have remained on their feet for the entire duration of the match. The two superstars slowly begin encircling one another, eyeing up each other's weaknesses. Jesse's are more evident than Jackson's, and the pain becomes too much -- with Williams stopping. This prompts Greg to stop walking as well, keeping his guard up as Jesse locks eyes with him once more. Suddenly as if on cue, Williams and Jackson both run at each other from across the ring, with Jackson ducking a clothesline attempt from Williams. Both men keep their paces, with Jesse lagging just a bit behind with his leg. Greg bounces off his set of ropes first, charging back at Jesse who just now sets off from the opposite ropes. Both men head right back at one another, even more determined this time around. Greg ducks a second clothesline attempt and stops right in his tracks, turning back and laying in wait for Jesse to come back another time. When he does, Greg lays out and nails a dropkick to Jesse's left knee -- taking him down to the mat as he now clutches both legs.

Dunn - Now Greg is going after the strong leg.

Greene - I gotta say, I'm impressed with how prepared Jackson is.

Jackson immediately picks himself up to his feet, watching Jesse as he rolls on the mat in pain. Greg slowly walks over to Jesse's head, grabbing two handfulls of his hair as he begins dragging him up to his feet. Williams tries to fight him off, but Greg maintains his hold and stands Jesse up to his unsteady legs. Once there, Greg lays a swinging forearm right across the chin of Williams -- dropping him down to his left knee. As it is extended, Greg lifts his right foot and kicks the side of Jesse's knee cap. This sends Williams down to both knees, with Greg standing above him. Jackson again grabs Jesse by his hair and now starts pulling him up from his knees. Greg stares Williams directly into his eyes as he lets go of his head, allowing him to balance himself on his own. Jesse stumbles a bit, but is able to stay on his feet. He remains aware enough to see Greg shift his body to the side and begin to thrust his leg upward.

Dunn - Superkic--

Jesse just ducks his head at the last moment, and tucks himself behind Greg. Williams stands tall, putting all of his weight onto his weakened left leg. As Jesse stands behind Greg, Jackson hits the mat and rolls out of the ring right away -- not taking any chances of getting suplexed again.

Greene - Greg is just a step ahead of Jesse.

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

Jackson takes a breather on the outside as Jesse watches patiently inside the ring with his hands on his knees.

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

Greg circles the ring and walks to the steel ring steps -- slowly walking up and stepping onto the ring apron.

7...8...

He steps through the ropes and enters the ring, breaking the count as Williams steps in towards Greg. The two men lock up in a collar and elbow tie up, with Jesse pushing Greg up against the ropes. Jackson turns the tides, spinning off of the rope and pushing Jesse backwards into the corner. Jesse forces himself out, backing Greg into the middle of the ring with both remaining engaged with one another. Williams keeps the upper hand, tossing Greg down to his back in a show of strength. Jackson immediately kips up and runs at Jesse who stands firm -- with Greg crashing right into him. Both men take a step back after the impact of the shoulder block, when Jackson again jerks into a quick sprint at Jesse. Somehow Williams is able to leap frog over Greg, as he ends up running face first towards the corner. Jackson tries to counter by grabbing a hold of the top rope and kicking his legs up into the air -- assuming Williams was following him into the corner for a splash. Greg lands on his feet, facing the turnbuckle and finds no Williams. It soon becomes apparent where Jesse is as he reaches around from behind Greg.

Dunn - Greg's in trouble!

Williams locks Greg in the half-nelson, but Jackson mule kicks him between the legs -- releasing his grip.

Greene - That was resourceful.

Falcoon - If he didn't do that he may have lost right there and then.

Jackson breathes a sigh of relief, but it is interrupted upon his exhale by a sharp elbow to the back of the head that sends him stumbling into the corner. He slowly looks to push himself out, but he is again locked in the half-nelson -- but instead of wrapping his free arm around Greg's abdomen, Williams chickenwings Greg's left arm behind his back and tosses him over his head. Greg crashes onto the back of his head, falling limp as he impacts the mat from the Three Quarter Nelson Suplex.

Greene - Williams finally nailed a suplex.

Dunn - I've never seen one like that before.

Falcoon - He found Greg to be aware of the regular Half Nelson, so he modified it.

Dunn - That's the one thing Greg hasn't been ready for in this match.

Williams remains on his back, laid out head to head with Jackson just inches away. The two men are exhausted, with their total match time rolling to around an hour and a half between the three. Williams slowly rolls over towards the nearest set of ropes, prompting Greg to roll the opposite way -- even though it is a further distance. Williams grabs a hold of the middle rope with his right hand and hooks his left arm over that same rope at his elbow. He gains control over his balance and tries to pull himself up further but seems unable to summon the strength. Meanwhile, Greg crawls on all fours towards the opposite set of ropes -- grabbing onto the bottom one with both hands once he reaches the other side of the ring. Jackson lifts his right hand up and clutches the middle rope, lifting his head as he struggles to get back up to his feet. On the other side of the ring, Williams now has a hold of the top rope with his right hand -- with most of the right side of his body leaning up against the ropes for balance as he picks himself up from his knee and puts all of his weight on his left leg. Jackson finally gets up to his feet and pushes himself off of the ropes, looking at Jesse who has done the same. As the two men lock eyes, Jackson runs across the ring and spears Williams -- driving him backwards into the corner behind him.

Greene - Greg isn't going to just let this slip away from him.

Falcoon - He has come way too far.

Dunn - I'd dare say his intensity is unmatched.

Greg drives his shoulder into the stomach of Williams knocking the air out of him as he remains hung up in the corner. Greg pulls himself out of the corner, and lunges forward once more -- but is caught unexpectedly with a right knee from Jesse. He immediately tucks Greg's head between his legs, and bends over to wrap his arms around his torso. Williams lifts Jackson up onto his shoulders in a Powerbomb position and immediately begins sprinting out of the corner. Jesse Powerbombs Greg off of his shoulders and catapaults him back-first into the turnbuckle. His head snaps over the top turnbuckle as Williams stands watching Greg as he staggers out of the corner. Jesse goes into autopilot mode, laying a short left shin kick to the side of Greg's right knee -- followed by a sharp left knee to the abdomen. Once Jackson bends over a bit, Jesse puts his left foot forward and whips his right leg around. He connects with a stunning roundhouse kick with his right foot, snapping it across the back of Jackson's head as he is sent down to the mat. Williams walks away, with absolutely no limp caused from his right leg at all now.

Dunn - He just used that right leg.

Falcoon - And he is walking on it fine.

Williams reaches under his jeans and takes off the padded knee brace on his right leg, tossing it out into the crowd. The fans fall silent as Williams smirks and positions himself behind Greg who is very slow to get up to the mat.

Greene - So his right knee is fine?

Falcoon - Seems like it.

Dunn - And Greg has concentrated on basically everything except that leg.

Jackson is dazed from the kick to his head, but still instinctively begins pulling himself back up to his feet. He gets up to his knees when Williams approaches before, and hooks him into a half-nelson -- using it to drag him up to his feet. Greg flails his arms and is able to keep Williams from securing a firm grab on him. Jackson reaches back, grabbing Williams around the back of his head -- and he sits out, executing a jawbreaker on Jesse, which forces him to loosen his hold around Greg's head.

Dunn - Jesus, Greg is way ahead of the game.

Falcoon - He has gone after Jesse's limbs, and now he has gone back to the jaw.

Greene - That was pure circumstance. He just didn't want to get suplexed.

Jackson remains sitting, but as soon as he starts to push himself up -- Williams yanks him straight up to his feet, locking him right into a half-nelson once more as he hooks his left arm under Greg's left. Jackson reaches his raised left arm across his body, trying to free himself -- but Williams grasps it around Jackson's wrist with his free hand, and locks Jackson in a Cobra Clutch. Jackson has nowhere to go except backwards as Williams tosses Greg over his head and right onto his head and neck.

Falcoon - Cobra Clutch Suplex!

Dunn - That's the second variation of the Half Nelson he has used on Greg.

Greene - Greg was ready for that move, but not expecting Williams to hit anything else similar.

Jesse lays exhausted on the mat, with Jackson kicking his feet upon the canvas -- holding his head in a lot of pain. The fans haven't left their feet, keeping their eyes peeled down at the ring. Once more a chant of "Lets go Jackson! Lets go Williams!" breaks out throughout the crowd, with both competitors dragging themselves off of the mat. They both focus solely on regaining their footing, and ignore the progress of the other as they both choose to push themselves up without help from the ropes. Williams rolls over onto his stomach, planting both of his knees onto the canvas while placing both palms firmly in front of him on the mat. Greg remains laid out, but has rolled up onto his right hip -- still clutching at the back of his head. The referee watches from his position in the corner as both men continue their upward movement. Jesse picks himself up onto all fours, breathing heavily with his eyes locked down on the mat -- while Greg extends his right hand down to the mat, preparing to pull himself up from the mat.

The announcers remain silent, watching in absolute awe as Williams tucks his right knee up towards his chest -- sliding his shin up against the mat. He presses his upper body up from the mat with his left hand, keeping his right palm fixed on the mat for balance as he kneels upon his right knee. Jackson rolls further to the right, planting his left foot on the mat as he slides his right knee along the canvas and digs his knee cap down onto the mat. Williams rests his left hand on his thigh as he remains in his kneeling position on his right knee. His eyes are glazed over as her blankly stares down at the mat in the opposite direction from where Greg is. He is positioned about ten feet across the ring from Williams, with both of his knees on the mat along with his back to Jesse. Williams cautiously pushes himself up to both feet, limping on his left leg a little but using his right to keep himself from falling. He stumbles around to see Greg pushing himself up from his knees and staggering towards the ropes. Jesse approaches, but Greg bounces off an nails a short-swinging left forearm that knocks Jesse right back down to his right knee. Greg is shocked as well, taking a step back and watching as Williams shakes his head and picks himself right back up. He fires a wide right hook that Greg blocks with his left forearm, and counters with a sharp kick to the left knee of Jesse. He again drops to his knee, with Greg following up by stepping forward and crushing Williams across the jaw with the point of his right elbow. Williams nearly collapses to the mat, but Jackson grabs a hold of his hair -- yanking him right back up. He turns Jesse, leaning him against the ropes.

Falcoon - Look at Greg go.

Dunn - He has this match in hand.

He grabs a hold of Williams' right wrist and yanks him off the ropes -- irish whipping him across the ring. Once he releases Jesse, he steps to the middle of the ring and awaits his return. He watches as Williams turns and bounces back-first off of the ropes and charges right back towards him. Jackson bends over at the last moment, looking for a back body drop -- but Jesse somersaults over Greg's back. He hooks his thighs and rolls him down with a sunset flip as he pins his shoulders to the mat for a moment. It doesn't stick as Greg keeps his backwards roll going and somersaults backwards up to his feet. He runs at the seated Jesse Williams, looking for a shin kick across his face but Williams falls to his back as Greg sends his foot sailing through thin air. Williams rolls himself up to his feet, and Greg spins himself around. The two men step forward, looking to lock up, but Greg slips around behind Williams -- wrapping him in a reverse waist lock. Williams is able to break Greg's grasp, slipping free and stepping away from Greg. He turns around and sees Jackson sprinting towards him. Williams sidesteps Jackson, sending him running towards the ropes. As Williams turns around, Greg bounces off of the ropes and heads right back at Jesse -- extending his right arm outward. Williams hooks it, wrapping around behind Greg who quickly spins around, turning the tables as he now locks Williams in a half-nelson -- before lifting him up over his back and dropping Williams straight onto his head.

Dunn - Half Nelson Suplex on Williams! Greg turned Jesse's own move around on him.

Williams holds his neck in pain while Greg lays strewn across the mat -- looking up to the rafters. Neither man makes a move towards the other, and this sends the referee in to check on both men. He stands up looking down at them, awaiting to see who will get up first -- just like the millions of fans watching all over the world.

Greene - What is keeping these guys going?

Falcoon - I don't know. I would have said Heart, but that probably gave out a long time ago.

Finally, Greg begins to pick himself up -- eventually sitting on the mat, with his back to Jesse. He remains there, holding his head still from the massive amount of damage incurred from the suplexes. Williams rolls his way towards the ropes, choosing to use them to help himself back up to his feet in order to deal with Jackson. While Jesse is aware of Greg's position and his stature, Jackson is unable to locate Williams and never intends to try. As Williams grabs onto the middle rope with both hands, Jackson rolls himself up to his right knee and sees Jesse trying to pull himself up from the mat. Greg adjusts his line of sight towards the mat, immediately picking himself up to his feet -- pushing through the pain. He keeps his feet planted to the mat for a moment, regaining his senses, before setting off towards Williams. Jesse just grabs a hold of the top rope with his left hand, dragging himself from the mat, when Greg comes over and lays a lifting knee into Jesse's abdomen. Williams stumbles down to a knee, but Jackson picks him right back up -- once again lifting him by his hair. He grabs Jesse into a side headlock, wrenching on his head again as he tries to get back to his game plan of the ground game. Greg walks Jesse into the center of the ring, tightening his hold around Jesse's neck -- when Williams wraps both of his arms around the waist of Greg. In a flash, Jesse tosses Greg over his back with a Back Drop Suplex -- but Jackson is able to cartwheel out of it and land on his feet, while Williams lands upon the mat from his own momentum. Jackson remains behind Williams, crouching down and patiently waiting for him to regain his composure.

Greene - Jackson is just waiting for him.

Falcoon - Williams has no idea!

Jesse picks himself up to his feet, his back to Greg -- when he is rushed from behind. Jackson grabs Jesse, pushing him towards the ropes and pressing him up against them chest-first. Jackson pulls back, trying to roll Williams into a pinning perdicament, but Jesse keeps a hold of the ropes. Greg somersaults backwards, and picks himself right back up to his feet -- shooting his eyes back at Williams who has turned himself off of the ropes to face Greg. Williams sets off into a sprint and thrusts his right arm forward for a clothesline. Jackson ducks and allows Williams to spin around, carried by his own momentum. Jackson pushes Williams from behind, sending him crashing face-first into the top turnbuckle of a nearby corner. Jackson slowly approaches and stands right behind Jesse, who remains hung over the top rope in the corner. As soon as Greg places his hands around Jesse he lifts him up, crotching him over the top turnbuckle facing the crowd. Jackson looks up at Jesse, measuring him up, and sends a sharp forearm to his lower back. Williams falls into a daze atop the turnbuckle, allowing Greg to begin to climb up the turnbuckle. He takes each rope one step at a time, eventually standing on the second rope where he begins to lift Jesse from his seated position. He wraps his right arm around Jesse's back, and tucks his head under his left arm -- standing Jesse on the top, with his back to the ring. Jackson then steps up to join him on the top rope, with both men standing tall -- locked in the back suplex position. The top rope shakes from the weight placed on top of it, making a very unsteady footing for both.

Dunn - Both men up top!

Williams brings his free right hand into the face of Greg, prompting him to lose his footing and fall down to the mat. Jesse is able to stay atop the turnbuckle, but is slowly losing his balance. Jackson lays flat upon his back, while Williams crouches down and grabs the top rope to stablize himself.

Falcoon - Greg just fell, it wasn't Jesse's strike I don't think.

Williams glances over his shoulder, taking note of where Greg lies. Suddenly, Williams picks himself back up to his feet and leaps from the top. He corkscrews in the air and excecutes a front flip, landing across the chest of Greg Jackson.

Greene - Phoenix Splash! Phoenix Splash!

The impact sends Williams flopping off of Greg, leaving no pinfall to count.

Dunn - That surely could have been it.

Falcoon - We'll never know.

Dunn - Damn physics.

Both men remain laid out, neither seeming to have an advantage. Jesse looks up to the nearby ropes, extending his shaky left hand up and grasping softly onto the middle rope. Greg keeps himself on his back, his hands covering his midsection and writhing in pain -- before he finally rolls himself over onto his left side, away from Williams and towards the adjacent set of ropes that Jesse is holding onto. Jackson grabs onto the ropes with his right hand, quickly swinging his left hand to the second rope as he drags himself up to his knees. Jesse has pulled himself up to a seated position, staring right at Greg as he struggles to get up to his feet. Williams reaches up and grabs the top rope with both of his hands, and yanks himself up -- resting his back against the ropes as Jackson moves upward from his left knee.

Falcoon - They're both back up!

As both men stand, they stumble towards the middle of the ring. They catch a glimpse of one another, and immediately set off to face off. As they meet, Williams lays a right roundhouse kick across the side of Jackson's head, knocking him down to his knees. Refusing to give up, Greg thrusts a short left jab into the stomach of Williams -- doubling him over. This gives Greg time to stand up to his feet as he pulls himself back a few steps. He eggs Williams into standing up, and a few moments later he does. As Jesse stands, Greg kicks his leg up for a Superkick, but Williams catches it. He keeps Greg hopping up and down on his left foot, still holding his right firmly in his hands.

Dunn - Williams caught the Superkick.

He spins Greg around in a slow rotation, then rears his right arm back. Once Greg turns comepletely around, Jesse lunges forward with a clothesline attempt -- but Greg is able to duck himself under it. He brings himself up to a standing position and turns to face Williams, who turns himself around as well. Jackson attempts another Superkick, which Williams easily sidesteps.

Dunn - He wants to take Jesse's head off.

Greene - He nearly ha--

With his opposite foot, Jackson thrusts a second Superkick up -- once his right leg comes back down to the mat from the mat. Greg connects with one of the loudest Superkicks of the night, cracking Jesse across his jaw with his right boot.

Falcoon - HE JUST DID!

Williams falls down to his right knee, holding his face in pain while Greg moves towards the nearest corner. He climbs as fast as he can, scaling up to the top rope and crouching atop the top turnbuckle. He glances down at Williams who stands himself back up to his feet -- which prompts Jackson to stand up on the top rope.

Falcoon - BLACKJACK!

As soon as Williams reaches his feet, he charges the corner and pushes Greg's legs apart. Jackson falls and crotches himself over the top turnbuckle, with Williams standing infront of him in the ring.

Dunn - Williams got there in a nick of time.

Greene - Otherwise he may have been finished.

With Greg bent over on the top rope, Williams hooks him into a front face lock with his left arm -- and tosses Jackson's left arm over Jesse's head. Williams remains standing on the mat, while Greg is still sitting on the top rope. Jesse hoists Greg vertically into the air, holding him straight up in the suplex position, and turns him while in midair. Once Greg is over his shoulder, Williams sits out and drops Greg right onto his head and neck -- laying him out in the center of the ring.

Dunn - J-DUBZ DRIVER! GREG'S FINISHED!

Jesse remains on top of Greg with the referee sliding in and making the count.

Falcoon - That's it.

1...2...thr- kickout by Greg! The fans explode and nearly blow the roof off of the Staples Center.

Greene - Holy shit!

Falcoon - How the hell did he do that?

Dunn - It's going to be Greg's night!

Williams pulls himself up into a seated position, looking at the referee as a boost of adrenaline kicks through his veins. While still on the mat, he grabs Greg's lifeless body and begins to pull him up to his feet. Jesse immediately locks Greg into a front face lock with his left arm, and tosses Greg's left arm over his head.

Falcoon - He's going for another

Jesse lifts Jackson straight up into the air into another vertical suplex position. Before he can turn him, Greg floats over and lands on his feet behind Williams -- pressing both of his palms into the back of Williams, pushing him towards the ropes.

Dunn - Greg counters!

Williams sprints the short distance, turning in time to bounce off back-first and heading towards Greg. Jackson thrusts his right leg upward one more time, in an act of desperation, but Williams stops himself short infront of the Superkick. He grabs Greg's right leg at the knee with his left hand -- and lays a short right elbow that almost sends Greg flat to his back. Williams keeps the underhook of Greg's right leg and pulls his head in under the right arm of Williams -- who tucks his head under Greg's free arm.

Falcoon - Fisherman Supl--

Jesse lifts Greg straight into the air, holding Greg vertically in the fishermans suplex position -- when he twists Jackson in midair. He keeps Greg stop his right shoulder before he sits out, and drops Jackson onto his head and his neck to the side of Jesse's legs as he sits out.

Greene - WHAT..

Dunn - J-Dubz Driver ... THREE!

Williams keeps Gregs leg hooked, keeping his body over his chest as the referee slides in and makes the count...1...2...3!

Falcoon - Unbelivable!

Dunn - What a fucking war.

Greene - Williams wins yet again!

Missy Janson - The winner of this match, and STILL OWF World Heavyweight Champion... JESSE WIIIILLIAMS!

Falcoon - What an incredible string of matches.

Dunn - These two deserve all the respect in the world.

The OWF title is laid across the chest Williams who remains flat on his back after rolling off of Greg. The fans are shaking the arena with their cheers, thrilled with the output of both men -- and not getting hung up on who won or lost.

Greene - It's a shame it had to end with someone losing..

Falcoon - That's usually how it happens.

Dunn - And now we're looking at Specter against Jesse Williams at Clash of Champions.

Falcoon - What a match that will be.

Greene - But tonight is going to be burnt into our skulls for a long time. Jackson is now a superstar.

Falcoon - No doubt about that.

Greene - He's more deserving of the accoladates than Jesse, because he tested Williams like no other.

Dunn - Garrett is right.

Falcoon - Well folks, we have to be calling it a night. Thank you for joining us on our four hour plus Pay Per View and we'll see you on Addiction!

The feed cuts from the ring, with Jackson and Williams just starting to pick themselves up, to the OWF logo -- and then to black, ending the telecast.