Jackson Montgomery

That doesn't spoil 115. It just shows that Aries didn't win. There are three other people in that match!

It may sound ridiculous but having those two extra days really does help!

I thought the deadline for Turmoil had been moved to Tuesdays?

This was a good desk. I enjoyed listening to it. I will say this though about the title picture and the fatal four way: B-17 has yet to have his chance as he passed it on to build someone else up and work on a story line so he hasn't been in the title picture, in my mind, at all. I have had one chance and that was the tournament where Jimmy beat me to go on and face Kass. With that said, I don't think B and myself have been seen too much in the title picture. About the main title not being "main" enough, if I can say that. It has been a weird road with that thing. With Kass deciding to join Riot and then the whole Tank situation, it's hard for the title to gain traction. I don't think Jimmy should have been automatically named interim champion as it should have just gone to another tournament or him be added to the four way. When Sensation said the next person to win it, if they beat Jimmy, should be the person that can hold it for a while, I thought that puts a lot of pressure on whoever! But pressure is good I suppose and it can only help to make that person and Turmoil better and if the main title has to hop around before finding a decent "forever" home, then so be it. Overall, good desk. I enjoyed it. Sophia's REAL!

I'm really enjoying all the RPs you've put out lately. Really good reads. Keep it up! Also, you could never drink with Jackson. He's the very best kind of functioning alcoholic!

Babysitting is much, much worse...

Shortly after Riot: The Graduation, the scene opens up to a bar near the Brooklyn Bridge called the Iron Horse. If you loved to drink and you love to watch women shake their asses, this was the place. Before going inside, we see a man walking through the shadows, only lighting up when near a street lamp. As the camera moves closer, we can see a man who looks like he’s stopped grooming himself wearing military fatigues and a grey Houston Astros hoodie with the hood up; his beard sticking out. Just before the man enters the Iron Horse, we can see that it’s none other than OCW’s Jackson Montgomery. Jackson pulls the door open and goes inside. Being a Tuesday night, the place isn’t packed, but there are quite a few people inside. When he gets inside, the older gentleman behind the bar noticed Jackson and make a few people near the end of the bar vacate their seats; unwillingly of course. Jackson didn’t like to share much. He liked his space and he loved his booze. As the three men begrudgingly got up from their seats, one of them shoulder checked Jackson, who just stood still for a second before continuing to the newly open seats. He plops down in the center of the three chairs as Willie, the bartender, is already there setting up a glass with a bottle of Jack Daniels close behind it. Jackson Montgomery: Not tonight Willie. Bring out the good stuff. Grab the 184. Willie: The 184? Are you sure? You know what happened in here last time you had it. Jackson Montgomery: Grab the fucking bottle Willie. Willie screws the top back on the Jack Daniels and puts it back on the shelf. Willie then reaches under the bar and pulls out a bottle of Bruichladdic X4 Quadrupled Whiskey. It’s been said by many that “one sip and you live forever; two sips and you go blind; three sips and you expire on the spot”. But, we all knew how Jackson was. Willie pulled out a shot glass after putting the regular high ball glass away. This wasn’t something you just drank. You drink the X4 to forget. Forget what? EVERYTHING. Willie pours the shot and puts the top back on. Jackson Montgomery: Leave the bottle Willie. Willie: Leave the bottle? You don’t drink the whole bottle JackMo (something only a few people ever call Jackson Montgomery). You have one shot. One and done. Jackson stares at Willie through a shiner on his left eye. Matches good with the scar on his right. Willie sets the bottle down next to the shot glass that is filled to the brim. Willie: What’s the occasion JackMo? Jackson twirls his finger in the air then downs the shot in front of him. Jackson Montgomery: It’s a celebration. It seems I’ve graduated to a full fledged wrestler! Whoopty-do. Jackson picks up the bottle of X4 and pours another shot. Willie, who has been following Jackson’s career for a while now, gets a smile across his face. Willie: That’s great news man! Congratulations. I’ve been watching lately though and I’m surprised they even offered that to you. You know, with the way you’ve been acting lately. Jackson looks up from his empty shot glass. Jackson Montgomery: The way I’ve been acting? Willie: Yea. Getting drunk on the job. You’re putting yourself at risk doing that. And others! Jackson Montgomery: Geez. You sound just like B and I’ll tell you what I’ve told him on multiple occasions. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. Jackson again pours another shot before downing it. This time, he winces as it goes down. Willie: One thing I gotta ask though J. Why you acting all silly? They got you acting like the village idiot. Falling down into lockers, falling asleep sitting on the ringpost, talking to invisible people! With that last statement, Jackson slams his empty shot glass on the bar, shattering it. He jumps from his chair and grabs Willie by the collar of his shirt. This has, of course, caused the bar to stop what they were doing and stare. All that was needed was the juke box to skip. Jackson Montgomery: WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT THAT, WILLIE?! YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT DAVIE LIKE THAT! Jackson shoves Willie back causing him to hit the glass shelves of liquor, almost knocking them down. Jackson reaches down and grabs another shot glass before taking his seat. He peers over his shoulder at the rest of the bar, then pours himself another drink. Jackson Montgomery: Don’t worry about me Willie. Let them think I’m the fool and when they least expect it, I’ll show them who the real fool is. Jackson shoots his shot glass full of X4 as the scene fades to black.

Creepy in an awesome way. AMIRITE?!

I love. I love hard...

Damnit! Now there's a tear in my beer! 'MERICA!

Tank is the only one that can go to jail? DOES THAT MEAN EVERYTHING IS LEGAL?!?!?! *Lights joint. Grabs hooker. Snorts blow. Watches "Best of Sensation" VHS*

This won't matter in the long run Dylan. I knew you crazy kids would get together sooner or later!

Jesus, Mary and Dale Earnhardt Jr. this is a long show. I've been going back and forth to it for two days and I'm not done. I don't want to read! I want to see some wrasslin'!

Being a person with Diabetes, I can 100% tell you salt does not cause Diabetes.

The music was soley there to play up the fact that Jackson was, as his entrance stated, SUPER DRUNK.

Their around. I talked to them. They just aren't active on the boards for some reason!

Quite surprised by the main event. Tank really shot to the top though, but good for him on making it there. I'm excited to see what Certified Greatness holds for the Turmoil title and brand.

Yea they kind of disappeared after we did our match with them.

Looks fantastic. Great job guys!

I will end you Morrison (As long as my connection is stable.)

DAMNIT SETH! I added the album art to our match. If I'm in a match, 98% of the time, I'm putting the video together. Get it together Seth!

Poor fucking Tank. Son, you have no chance. Bill Ding... WTF!

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