Jackson Montgomery

Glad you're here Myki!

I can't repost this enough. GREAT show!

right?!

B-17 is 5th and JM is 7th? I can handle that! Still ahead of SDW...

Well that's just not true. Look at all the trailer parks across Alabama that get ripped to shreds. Those people just rebuild!

So...if I could get the dropbox info, I will NOT be uploading to youtube again. Other than that, this was the B17/JM show! I can also create a bombshell, even though I never have. Mix it up some.

Two thumbs UP IN THEM GUTS! I'm leaving....

I'm excited for this. I can't wait! http://i806.photobucket.com/albums/yy346/underthelamppost/gifs/mybodyisready_maybejimcarreyidk.gif

Congrats Nathan!

What game is this? 2K14? It looks awful...lol Although that match was a reversal fest, it was still decent.

I think a FAQ on how to get attires looking nice would be fantastic. Most of my attires suffer a little bit because of the poor physics of logos in the games. WHY WOULD THEY MAKE THEM STRETCH LIKE THAT?!

Short and sweet, like NXT! ;) I agree with B-17 on the match I had with Loki on the pace being a bit slow. I'll work on that on my end. The entrance video was fantastic B! Very creative. I think I may do something similar...maybe. The music over the Portman/AC match was a bit distracting, but overall, I enjoyed it. Kass looks insanely good and kudos to B-17 for doing two matches in one night!

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Good lord if you don't listen to anything else in your life, listen to the last 10 minutes or so of this edition of the Desk. You won't be sorry! LOL!

The scene fades in and we see a street sign crossing. Buchanan St. @ Market Ln. As the camera moves down the street, we see a few businesses closing for the night, people leaving buildings and locking up the doors. A couple holding hands and laughing passes by. As the camera comes to a stop, a flickering light can be seen just off camera and when it pans around, the sign reads, ”DONNY DIRK’S ZOMBIE DEN”. The cameraman walks towards the door and pushes it open. A cloud of smoke exits like a demon being released. Once inside, we see there aren’t many people around, maybe 8-10. One lone person sits at the bar and we see the familiar “American Made Outlaw” logo on a torn up leather jacket. It can only be Jackson Montgomery. Stacy Clark: Jackson, can I ask you a few questions? Jackson looks over his shoulder before turning back around and staring back into his half full glass of bourbon. Stacy looks into the camera with a confused look on her face. She turns back towards Jackson. SC: Ok…I wanted to see how you are liking OCW so far? JM: I like it fine so far. The competition is fair enough. Just enough to where I get to whip the same peoples asses over and over. SC: What about B-17? Is there an alliance starting there? Just as Stacy asks her question, a group of “younger kids” come bursting through the door; they look to be in their mid 20’s. They walk past Jackson and Stacy pointing out the camera crew and laughing and being quite loud. They sit at a small table near the jukebox. The apparent ring leader stands up, puts a dollar into the machine, and makes his choice. Before she sits down, the music begins to play over the speakers. ”You used to call me on my cell phone” SC: Ooh I love this song! Jackson, without saying a word, downs the rest of his bourbon, Buffalo Trace Kentucky Straight Bourbon to be exact, stands up and walks over to the jukebox. He looks at the girl who started the song, a decent looking girl with bright blond hair, clearly not her natural color, a tight tube top and what can only be described as denim panties. Any other night, Jackson would take this girl home but she’s already annoyed him too much. She looks him in the eye as he pulls out a 4 inch pocket knife from his pocket. Jackson reaches down, grabs the power cable, and after bending it in half, he cuts the cord with his knife. The girl jumps out of her chair and gets right in Jackson’s face. Without batting an eye, Jackson grabs her by the arm and puts her back into her chair. He looks at the bar keep and circles his hand motioning to send a round to the table of 20-somethings. He walks back over to Stacy Clark to answer her question about B-17. JM: B-17 is a good enough guy but I’m not sure I can trust him just yet. We’ll see as time goes on. Jackson reaches into his pocket and pulls out some cash and puts it on the bar. JM: Send me a bill for the juke box Marty. Jackson doesn’t even acknowledge Stacy and he walks out of the bar. She, again, looks into the camera confused as the scene fades to black.

So Drake is the special guest for this PPV? That's what I'm getting from all this.

Just don't have a towel wrapped around head and don't come at me all hostile like.

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I think as long as you're not around when I wake up from a nightmare, you should be alright. But who knows, I flash back a lot and black out so there's no telling what I will do.

I kind of agree and disagree with the pin thing that's been brought up but I'll be damned if those matches aren't entertaining. I agree that the matches are somewhat long but, as it's been said, we can always skip to the end of the match. Or at least jump around a bit. BUT! every time I kick out of something that should have put me away and that little line lands on the tiniest sliver of the pin meter, I mark out hard. Either way, the card was solid and those RPs are just the best. I'm really liking the way the whole thing is laid out. Great job everyone!

Back in Black by AC/DC is blaring over the speakers of a military Humvee packed with four young Marines, the Staff Sergeant Marcus Martin, the Sergeant Bruce Calile and two Corporals Jackson Montgomery and the friend he grew up with, David Wallis. As the Humvee makes its way down a dirt road, the four men, all around the age of 24 to 25, are rocking their heads back and forth. The man in the front passenger seat, Bruce Calile is banging on the dashboard like he’s playing the drums, Marcus Martin does the same on the steering wheel. With the Humvee tearing down the dirt road, it leaves a huge cloud behind them making it hard to see anything they’ve passed. If they didn’t see something out the front windshield, they didn’t see it all. The four men make a lazy left turn into a small mountain range. So small in fact it could just be a hilly area. As they wind down the round and out the other side, Calile sees something small on the horizon. He squints his eyes and before he knows it, the group of men scream upon a man in a white dishdasha (an ankle-length shirt type garment). He is kneeling on one knee and looks up as he hears and sees the Humvee coming down the road. He quickly runs away. Calile quickly realizes what is happening, he tries to scream over the top of the music and begins to reach for the steering wheel of the truck. By the time the other men in the Humvee catch on to what is happening, they see a huge fireball erupt on the right side of the truck, sending it flying into the air and tumbling down the road. The truck takes 4-5 full rotations before coming to a stop on its roof. SSgt Martin: “Sitrep! Is everyone ok?!” Sgt Calile: “I’m good. Montgomery?” Cpl Montgomery:: “I’m a bit banged up but I’m good. Wallis, you alright?” There’s no answer. “WALLIS! ARE YOU OK?!” Jackson shouts at his friend, but again, nothing. Ssgt. Martin is the first to free himself and after climbing out, he limps over the front passenger side to help free Sgt. Calile. Jackson Montgomery, in a panic, begins to tug and pull on his restraints. He manages to get himself free and crawl out of the Humvee. With an open wound gushing blood over his face, he rushes the other side of the Humvee and damn near yanks the door off its hinges. He removes the seat belts from Wallis and begins to pull him out. By this time, the person who ran off before came back and immediately jumped on the back of Jackson, wrapping his left arm around Jackson’s throat and with the right, tries to slash his face, giving him the scar we see today over his right eye. Managing to get to his feet, Jackson begins to thrash back and forth until finally using the overturned Humvee as a weapon, backing up hard into the side which caused the man to release his grip. Using his skills as a high school and collegiate wrestler and the skills he learned while training for the Marines, Jackson quickly took the man to the ground and mounted him, sitting on his stomach. While lightning quick speed, Jackson began landing left and right punches to the Iraqi. The next thing he knew, Ssgt Martin was pulling him off the man, Jackson’s knuckles black and blue and covered in blood. Jackson almost started attacking his superior before reigning in his rage. He watched and the beaten man grasped at life and coughing up blood. Ssgt Martin pulled Jackson away from the scene and helped him regain his composure. While Jackson was coming down from the adrenaline high, he saw over the left soldier of his Staff Sergeant the Iraqi man rolling over to his left. He saw the man pull out a small pistol and shoot his best friend of nearly all his life, Cpl David Wallis, right in the head. As soon as the bullet made impact, Jackson jumped out of bed, covered in sweat. It was a dream. The same dream he has just about every night. He sits upright on the edge of the bed with his head lowered and eyes shut before standing up and making his way across his bedroom and into the bathroom. He flicks the light on, walks over to the sink and turns on the cold water, then cupping his hands he splashes it on his face. Looking in the mirror, with water dripping down his face and beard he becomes angry. Angry that he was unable to stop what happened. He blamed himself. He should have just killed that man and Davie would still be alive. His hands begin to tighten around the porcelain sink before it fails under the pressure and breaks loose from the wall. Water begins to spew everywhere. Like this happens all the time, Jackson reaches under the sink, in no hurry, and shuts the water off. Jackson: “Why didn’t you stop him?! Why didn’t you KILL him?!” Jackson yells back into the mirror now soaking wet. “I’ll never forget you Davie.” The scene fades to black. TO BE CONTINUED…

Someone just touched my leg!

B-17 and myself have done a joint RP for the show. I've sent it to him to review then be sent in.

First let me say this. I wasn't aware my move set was incorrect until I started this match. I think I created him and then put him into MyCareer knowing the moves wouldn't transfer over. I will get that corrected. Now, onto the show. I really like the flow of things from the RPs to the matches. It makes it seemless. After turning in my RP and then seeing how they are used during the show, I will be making some changes. The Diamonds, Divas, Women's (whatever they are called) was refreshing to see as you don't normally see those matches in shows created using WWE games. Ov and Manny were pretty funny. I think things like this get left out of shows sometimes. Great to see. Also, props to Aries for being in two matches for this card as well as on Riot. That's putting in hella work. All around great job for the first Turmoil on PS4. Let's keep the momentum going!

How ridiculous! *gets pen and paper*