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Post by BookerShark on Nov 15, 2011 17:45:53 GMT -5
Aina, still on the phone, walks down the Hallway of Random Encounters.
Aina: Oh, he's not ready for this. I'll tell him eventually, I'm just glad you're...
Aina turns the corner and the Kai is standing in front of him.
Aina: I'll call you back. Yeah, you too. Bye.
Aina ends his call.
Kai: Aw, bruddah got him a girl? The Kai approves. You have been moping around single way too long. You need some pie, bruddah.
Aina: Yeah, whatever.
Kai: What did Selena want?
Aina: Don't worry 'bout it, bruddah.
Kai: Is Aina keeping secrets from the Kai? Aina can not keep secrets from the Kai!
Aina: Fine, she wants us to go a little hardcore on Texpress.
Kai: Hardcore? We are the Flyin' Hawai'ians! We were born hardcore, we live hardcore, we ARE hardcore. We ride the biggest waves, eat the best food, and slap the finest girls' asses in all the Pacific!
Aina: I don't want you losing focus. This may be our last shot.
Kai: The Kai knows we'll be facing Texpress until one of us are dead. We can't avoid them and they can't avoid us. But you know, what? The Kai thinks they do deserve a little ass whooping. Chad Madison, the walking Herpes infection, is so used to diving into crotches, he went after yours. I guess that makes Zane the steer and he's dumb as one, the pussy whipped pastry. Texpress has nothing on the Hawai'ian Nation. Don't mess with Texas, we'll embarass Texas. Texas has nothing on Hawai', with their big teeth, big hair, and big beef, beer, and oil filled bellies.
Aina: Brah! Stop! Stay focused. I gotta return that call you interrupted.
Aina walks back down the hallway. Kai turns to the camera and arches his eyebrow.
Kai: If ya smell. What the Kai. Is. Surfin'
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 15, 2011 17:46:36 GMT -5
**Cut to L.D. Williams in his locker room.**
LDW: “One day before a title match, and not a word from the champion. <sigh> Y’know, I get it. The New guard want to take over. They want to eliminate all the big names. They want to take down Davin and Stank and Eric and Moose and Alex. I’m not a important enough - I’m not on the list. Heck, I don’t even have a partner they can try to turn against me like Outback Jack. That makes me beneath their notice.
And that, in a nutshell, is what’s wrong with the New Guard. They know what they want, and they won’t accept anything more, less, or different. In this business, that’s career suicide.
I’ll let you in on a little secret, Chris - one that’s served me well. The biggest match of you life, the most important opponent you will ever face, is the next one. I may not be the opponent you want, but I am the one in front of you. If you want these new guys to follow you, if you want the veterans - the old guard - to fear you, if you want the suits in the front office to take notice, then you don’t phone it in and get disqualified. You take whatever match you‘re given with whatever opponent and you make it the best match the world has ever seen.
And speaking of dedication, let’s not forget your boys. Matt, J.P. this is for you too. If I had said the things I’ve said about the New Guard about Run DEA, I’d be unconscious before I finished the sentence. If someone stepped to the Five like that…well let’s face it, Alex did, and look what happened to him. You boys say you’re taking over, that you’re going to put all us old fogies out to pasture, but here I stand, a living legend, asking - daring - begging you to start something…and nothing.
Wednesday night Chris. One more chance to step it up and prove I was right when I called you the future of this company. Prove you’re as good as you claim to be. Because if you don’t, it won’t matter who walks out with the title. It won’t matter who gets a mark in which column of the record book. Phone it in, and you lose.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 15, 2011 17:47:09 GMT -5
<Moose is sitting in the back taping his fists. Eco is standing behind him, silent and disturbing>
There has been lots of talk about my sanity recently, at least, more than usual. I assure you, I see things more clear now than I have ever seen them in my life. The vagueness is gone, the shades of gray are gone. I know where I stand.
There were Five
<Moose holds up five fingers>
one decided he had had enough and went to paradise <puts down one finger>
one decided to betray who she is and try to be what she is not <puts down another finger>
two question my judgment, and my sanity, and keep their distance <puts two more fingers down>
that leaves one. And that one is done listening to anyone else but Him <puts down the last finger leaving just the fist>
there is one Five, and only one Five. One day, we will ride again
Until then, that leaves me some free time. Stank, LD, you wonder what Eco is doing to me, take a look over there, look at Mr. Muyo
<the camera pans to Eco who remains silent and stoic>
Doesn't seem to be doing much leading these days, does he? It's real simple. Stank got himself suspended. Poe quit. Fire betrayed. LD wants more. What could I do? So I listened to Him. He knew a war with Eco was pointless. He knew that war with Eco would only make my enemies happy. He was right. He and I convinced Eco. He is pleased.
That brings me to Folz and Sparxx. You know, once again, Folz makes a statement, then goes silent. Quite honestly, I don't care if you want to try to get rid of the "Old Guard" do whatever you think you have to do. You want to try and make an example of me? Be my guest. You are not the first, you won't be the last. You may pin us, you may claim victory, you may take this title from me, but you know, all of you know, you can never, NEVER get rid of Moosehead Jack. None of you, individually or collectively, have what it takes to go that far.
So tomorrow, Folz, Sparxx, we will tell you the same thing we told Honcho and Alexis. We are going to come to that ring, and we are going to spill your blood. He doesn't care about wins. He doesn't care about losses. He cares about blood.
<Moose pauses and closes his eyes as if listening to someone, he gets a pained look on his face and grabs his head in pain>
HE wants YOUR BLOOD FOLZ!! HE WANTS YOUR BLOOD SPARXX!!grrrrrrr I HAVE NO CHOICE!!!!!!!!
<in a whisper> the saints are coming........
<Moose snarls in pain still holding his head, he gets out of his seat and kicks over the television, then grabs HDB and storms out of the room. The camera focuses in on Ecosystem, standing there with a blank look on his face. His eyes suddenly snap up and look at the camera, the slightest smile comes across his face and he whispers....>
trust me
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 15, 2011 17:47:37 GMT -5
Firewoman comes into GMtheSelena's office, with Olympic Gold Medalist and America's Sweetheart Shawn Johnson. She flops a large volume that looks like a report or proposal down onto Selena's desk.
GMtSa-T: Is that it?
FW: Yep. Finally.
GMtSa-T: I didn't think you'd get it done so quickly.
FW: Yes, well, insomnia...may as well do something while I'm awake.
OGM&ASSJ: I thought that's what Alex was for?
FW: The man needs to sleep some time.
OGM&ASSJ: Maybe you just don't inspire him....
GMtSa-T: Ladies....
FW: I "inspire" him just fine.
GMtSa-T: Can we get back to business? Okay, you, Shawn, are representing the wrestlers, right? The ....FOoPWaV? What is that?
OGM&ASSJ: The Fraternal Order of Professional Wreslters and Valets.
FW: Fraternal? That's sexist.
OGM&ASSJ: Your face is sexist.
GMtSa-T: LADIES!!
OGM&ASSJ: Fine...the name IS still a work in progress, but that's who it covers. The SFJs and other NPCs might be able to get associate memberships.
GMtSa-T: It's a start. And Fire? You are representing--
FW: Common sense?
GMtSa-T: Right....*rubs her forehead*....I can't wait until I'm 21 and I can drink. Okay....shoot.
FW : What you have here before you is a ground breaking proposal for the world of professional wrestling. What I--
OGM&ASSJ: We!
FW: We....are proposing is to revolutionize the compensation packages for our in ring talent.
GMtSa-T: Good start....keep going.
FW: Every other professional wrestling company in the world hires their talent on as "independent contractors," with the logic that this gives the talent the ability to sell their skills on the open market to the best possible bidder, and to potentially contract out to multiple promotions. However--
OGM&ASSJ: However, the reality is that this is seldom the case, with at least two LARGE companies restricting their talents additional signings, including not letting them have any at all.
FW: And what really happens is that this absolves and protects the promotions from any labor-related requirements that would accrue should they hire their in ring talent as actually employees.
OGM&ASSJ: THIS leads to tremendous fluidity in the talent pool, which can be a good thing, but does nothing to foster long term loyalty to the product, the building of recognizable talent, and just having the consistency of performers that both management and the all important audience can count on to be there and entertain them.
FW: See, if we can maintain a healthy and stable pool of talent, buy rates and ticket sales will increase as people are confident that their favorite performers are going to stay with the promotion.
GMtSa-T: Good. Definitely tie it in to 'increased revenues.' Go on.
FW: To that end, we propose instead of the independent contractor model, in ring talent is hired as all other employees with the promotion. There's a graduated rate of....wait,....where's the power point?
OGM&ASSJ: Oh...um....it's on Moonbeam's computer, but she and Sammie are using it to do sales projections.
GMtSa-T: Sales of what?
FW: Never mind. Anyway, there's a chart of what the cost for salary rather than contractor's pay would be, that shows it as being basically comparable.
GMtSa-T: Good....but then we get to the benefits.
FW: Right, so the hook there. ..... Think of the stars of the past. The Ric Flairs....the Kevin Nashes....the Scott Halls......Still in the ring well past their prime...still bleeding and risking their lives because they can't afford to not do anything. They have no retirement, no pension, no health insurance--
OGM&ASSJ: Flair's gotta be eligible for ...medicare? Medicaid? What's that shit for old people?
FW: You can't say that to the board. Let me continue--
OGM&ASSJ: And you can't use Flair anyway cos at least half of his money problems are his own fault and--
FW: If you can't keep your mouth shut, you can't come to the meeting.
OGM&ASSJ: Fine.
FW: No retirement, no pension, no health insurance. And sure, in many cases, they made bad decisions. In some cases, their promotions' managements did try to help them. But in other cases, that's not true.
OGM&ASSJ: Our proposal aims to change all that, and to create a culture where the in ring performer is valued as a person, not just as a piece of entertainment.
FW: Imagine an up and coming young star from the indies. He gets offers from, say, TNA, the typical independent contract. Maybe it's a little more money. Then he looks at us, and we offer stability. We offer a guarantee of hope for his future. If he's hurt, we won't kick him to the curb. We'll help him save some of his money for the future. Which company do you think he's going to sign with?
OGM&ASSJ: And more importantly, which company is he going to STAY with. We will have performers stay with us longer because they know we value THEM.
FW: It should also reduce serious injuries, and lengthy injury leaves, since wellness visits are included in most insurance packages these days, and instead of letting minor injuries get worse due to no care, they can be addressed sooner.
OGM&ASSJ: It's all here in our report.
GMtSa-T: Nicely done! Now THAT is a wellness program.
FW: I know! We do address the other meaning of wellness program on page...um......*Fire starts to flip through the proposal*
OGM&ASSJ: Appendix J.
FW: Right...here it is.
GMtSa-T: Let me see........"All in ring performers are grown ups and can do what they want, until it impacts their performance in the ring. Then there will be testing and referral to counseling, therapy, and rehabilitation if necessary." Wow...one sentence.
FW: I know, right?
GMtSa-T: I will look this over, and then if there aren't any changes we can take it to the board next week.
FW: Um...not next week.....
GMtSa-T: Oh yeah....big Thanksgiving thing at the Quinns......
FW: Are you coming?
GMtSa-T: Um...well, I haven't talked to Omie about it yet, but......*seeing Firewoman look a little sad*....but I promise I'll talk to him about it soon.
OGM&ASSJ: I'm not. I'm going to Davin's.
FW: Of course you are.
GMtSa-T: Okay, that's it, ladies...I have a....thing to do....Fire it's time for you to hit the gym, right?
FW: Yep, don't want to be late for getting sweaty with Alex.
GMtSa-T: Gag.
OGM&ASSJ: Hey, tell him I said hi again!
FW: Sure....I told him that last time and he said "Who?"
Firewoman smiles as OGM&ASShawn Johnson scowls. She follows Fire out as Selena clunks her head down on the desk.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 15, 2011 17:48:13 GMT -5
~~~Zane Myers is working out at the OOWF Training Facility. He Finishes a set on the leg press and is immediately accosted by a RNSFJ~~~
RNSFJ: Hey, Where's Chad?
Zane: Not sure, why?
RNSFJ: (points to her microphone) I had a few questions for him, but I'll guess you'll do.
Zane: I'll do? What kind of crap is that?
RNSFJ: Well..... you aren't exactly the most scintillating interview out there...
Zane: Oh?, Try me.
RNSFJ: Fine. Do you have a response for the Hawaii'ans, specifically The Kai's comments earlier?
Zane: I heard them. I'd address "The Kai" but he's frankly hard to understand. Aina, you're a bit more level headed. Surely you can see the error of taking career advice from a former Child-Star. Odds are 50/50 she'll be doing bad C Movies or porn in 5 years.
If memory serves, You and Kai have TRIED the 'Hardcore' attitude in the not-so-distant past. How'd that work out for you? What kind of success did the Night Marchers have? Little to none. Following Noelani's lead worked out really well there, didn't it?
In the 14ish months since you two debuted here, you have 3 World Tag Team Championships, the fastest team to that mark in OOWF history. You won two pretty quickly, then the third After dropping the Night Marcher personas.
YOu might think we are cocky, but the fact remains, no one has ever done what we have in this company. We're closing in on 400 days as Tag Team Champions. 7 Times we've won them. No one even comes close
People like to say we are living on our past accomplishments, but in the same 14 months you have been here, Texpress ALSO has 3 World Tag Team Championships, and our current run is only days away from equaling you're 3 reigns COMBINED. So Yes, we like to talk about our accomplishments. But the aren't all in the past. We are Still the best in the business, and proving it over and over each match.
~~~ Chad Madison walks in and stands beside his partner ~~~
Zane: As for your 'injury,' Aina, you and I both know deep down the reprimand is a joke. It was clearly your fault. YOU performed the leapfrog, therefore it is YOUR job to leap high enough to clear the opponent. If you can't do that, then don't try that move again.
Chad: I heard what Kai had to say, and 'Brah' you don't intimidate or scare anyone. You think we can't get 'Hardcore?' Please. Go back and look it up. We survived battles with kz, The Midnight Sons, Stank and Moose, even your boy Poe. We spilled just as much blood as they did. Just because we don't LIKE to go there, doesn't mean we can't. So you want to get all riled up and have a whip it out contest? Fine, just remember, Everything is bigger in Texas. And you simply don't Measure Up
Zane: How was that?
RNSFJ: Not too bad. I'm shocked. Chad coming in at the end really kicked it up a notch too.
Chad: What?
Zane: Never mind. Let's get to work.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 15, 2011 20:21:21 GMT -5
*Olympic Gold Medalist and Dancing With the Stars Champion Shawn Johnson is WALKING~! back toward Davin's locker room. Davin's actually headed in the other direction, and catches up to her*
DM: Hey Shawn.
OGMSJ: Hey.
DM: Listen...I was watching OOWF-TV...
OGMSJ: There's something new.
DM: Good job in there with Selena and Fire, but I do want to say one thing.
OGMSJ: *sigh* What?
DM: You can't Fire bully you like that.
OGMSJ: Like what?
DM: She said to you, and I quote, "If you can't keep your mouth shut, you can't come to the meeting." And you said "Fine".
OGMSJ: So?
DM: Well Shawn, as President of the Union, you have a legal right to be in that meeting, representing the interests of the wrestlers, valets, referees and interviewers. She can't threaten you with keeping you out of meetings with the board.
OGMSJ: No?
DM: No. That's an management intimidation tactic. And it's pretty illegal. More importantly though, no matter what she threatens you with - she cannot under any circumstances keep you out of that meeting.
OGMSJ: She can't?
DM: No. And if it comes down to it...well...let's just say that Sam has some connections in Jersey, and I have some in Boston who will...uh...guarantee your safety and passage into the meeting if need be. Brothers sympathetic to the cause, if you will.
OGMSJ: Oh.
DM: ...
OGMSJ: ...
DM: ...
OGMSJ: She's a lot bigger than me.
DM: I know.
OGMSJ: ...
DM: ...
OGMSJ: What if she doesn't care about things like "rules" and "laws" and stuff like that?
DM: If it comes to it, we'll make her care.
OGMSJ: ...Ok...
DM: Let me ask you a question.
OGMSJ: Ok...
DM: Is she bigger than me?
OGMSJ: *laughs* No.
DM: Then don't worry about it, ok?
OGMSJ: *smiling* Ok.
*They walk back into Davin's locker room, where Sam and Moony are, indeed, working on projections. Mickie is in the swing. Asleep.*
DM: Hey, we're back.
SM: Oh, good. Listen, what are we doing for Thanksgiving?
DM: Uh, what?
SM: Thanksgiving? Turkey? Gobble Gobble?
SFJ420: HA! Gobble Gobble!
*Moony laughs hysterically until she realizes that everyone's staring at her.*
SFJ420: Sorry.
DM: We're going to Ma's.
SM: Oh. Ok. Good.
DM: What?
SM: Nothing.
DM: Sam...
SM: Dad just called and-
DM: Wait. Your DAD? Called YOU?
SM: I know. So he invited us.
DM: Us...Who us?
SM: You. Me. Mickie.
DM: ...
SM: ...
DM: *looks at Shawn, then looks at Moony*...
SM: ...
DM: What did you say?
SM: I said...that I would have to talk to you first.
DM: Ok, good. Tell him thanks, but no thanks. We'll be down for Christmas.
SM: But-
DM: Sam, if Shawn's not invited, and Moony's not invited, then we're not going.
SM: *sigh* Yeah, you're right. Is your Mom going to cook everything again?
DM: Not this year. Caterers.
SM: Good. She should get a holiday off.
DM: Know who could use some time off?
SM: Who?
DM: Eric O'Mac. This would be a good week for him. Because I've got this receipt he gave me...and I get a chance to cash in. And I swear to fucking Christ if Attitude Adjuster shows up, I'll beat the shit out of him too. And he's old. He doesn't recover as fast.
SM: The cleverest.
DM: I know. Cock a doodle-
MM: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH~!
SM: Your turn!
DM: Motherfucker.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 15, 2011 20:41:52 GMT -5
LD Williams walks down a hallway. As he passes a dark corner, he hears slow clapping. Slow clapping that is awesome since it's coming from the one, the only, J-P Sparxx.
LDW: Hiding in dark corners like some low life criminal?
J-PS: Nah, not at all son. The Spark thought to himself "where would a dumbass, no good, washed up has-been with no social skills go so I can find his honky ass?" And here I am. Successful as always.
LDW: Cuz you're just that damn good, huh?
J-PS: Dayum straight honky.
LDW: So is this your poor excuse at an attempted sneak attack, or do you have something to say? Son?
J-P lowers his glasses.
J-PS: Look ol' Learnin' Disability. I know what'cha thinkin'...
LDW: Really?
J-PS: Really. 'S'not hard. Ya think Evans is scared. Ya think 'cuz he ain't talkin' he's scared of ya.
LDW: Actually, I think it's because you idiots don't think I rate.
J-PS: I ain't as much an idiot as ya think. You overestimate me.
LDW: (trying not to laugh) Ya know I guess I do. I'm sorry.
J-PS: Tha fact is, Evans ain't one much for talkin', knowwhatI'msayin'? I'm better with da words. Hell, sometimes, I think I'm da only one dat can talk in our unit, ya feel me?
LDW: Yeah, you're something with words alright.
J-PS: Look, fool, I'm here ta tell ya dat we actually respect yo honky ass an ya gettin' all up in ma grill.
LD stands closer to J-P.
LDW: Now I'm "up in your grill." Son.
J-PS: I think we should do sumthin' 'bout yo grill then. Son.
J-P takes a wild swing at LD. LD ducks it, but J-P was expecting that and knees him in the face. LD recoils back and J-P kicks LD hard in the stomach. As LD bends back over from the impact, J-P grabs him and DDT's him on the concrete floor. J-P then kips up and stands over an unconscious LD Williams.
J-PS: I guess ya do rank. Ya happy now? Bitch?
J-P puts his shades back on and walks away...whistling.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 15, 2011 23:43:23 GMT -5
JP still walking down the hallway when he hears clapping, turning to see Matt Folz standing there.
JP: Way to have my back there partner. I didn't need ya, but still teamwork and all, knowwhatI'msayin'?
MF: As I've explained, I don't do that anymore. What I did to Moose was to send a message, everyone else I'll take care of in the ring. But it's funny that you brought up teamwork, because I was actually looking for you. Want to talk to you about something.
JP: What's that dawg?
MF: This shit between you and I? It ends right fucking now. You have concerns about me in the ring? You shouldn't, but it's natural I guess. You're right, I haven't been in a match this intense for a while. But you take your concerns to me, off camera. You do NOT talk shit about me in one of your promos, understand what I'm saying?
JP: Look, Matty Lice...
MF: That also ends right now. Look, I'm not trying to fight here. In fact, God help me, I'm actually starting to find myself LIKING you a bit. Don't get me wrong, you're rude, you're loud, and you're quite possibly the most egotistical person I've ever met......and I can't believe I'm saying that considering I used to train with Alexander Darling.... but you're also extremely damn talented in the ring. Now, I will help you, I will train with you, I'll help you in any way possible to help you live up to your potential, and I WILL have your back 100% in the ring. But all this sniping back and forth isn't helping the group and it's not helping either of us. So, right here, right now.......fresh start between us. (Folz extends his hand)
JP looks at Folz's hand warily before shaking it.
JP: A'right Matty, I'll play nice with you. But if you turn on me, the Sparxx gonna get ya, knowwhatI'msayin'?
MF: Let's just concentrate on tomorrow's match. We're younger than them, faster than them, stronger than them, and for DAMN sure better wrestler's then them. If we have our heads on straight, shouldn't be much of a problem.
JP: Very true.
Folz and JP fist bump and continue down the hallway as we FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 15, 2011 23:44:07 GMT -5
*A text message comes in to J-P Sparxx' phone to the sweet sounds of "Let It Rock" after Folz' promo. We get a close-up of it.*
I cant believe ur gonna let that tomato can tell YOU what to say an what to do an shit. Folz tells Sparxx how its gon be. Folz is gonna train YOU Son? Train JP SParxx, da bes thing goin 2day? 4 realz? I guess u aint the Sparxx I used to know. U know, the one who won all the time an' shit. Hope being Folz' bitch works out 4u. Deuces.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 15, 2011 23:53:47 GMT -5
A txt message arrives on Davin Moreland's phone with the ring tone of "I Touch Myself" The txt comes from the baddest cat in the OOWF, J-P Sparxx.
Yo son, u got sumthin 2 say, say it 2 my face. Stop bein a lil bitch & bring it son. Stop changin poopy diapers and ball up, knowhatimsayin? I aint hard 2 find. 2s
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 16, 2011 12:52:27 GMT -5
*A hooded Ghosthead is roaming the halls when he is approached by SFJ#33. As she nears, she finds herself struggling for words. Her hand involuntarily shakes while she holds the mic up to Ghosthead, the darkness under his hood concealing his face.*
GH - Last Wednesday I fought El Lobo Sangriento and I ask myself... is that all he's got?
*Ghosthead turns toward the camera.*
GH - Well... is that all you got, Lobo? It seems the man I knew is no more. Instead we have this false wolf, this shell, a mere facsimile of the man I battled in Mexico. Who is the man under the mask of El Lobo Sangriento? What have you done with the warrior that defeated me?
I toyed with you last Wednesday, Lobo. This Wednesday I will rend the flesh from your bones revealing the bloody wolf underneath... then... as I choke you out... I want you to remember the face of the man who defeated you. He is the Ghosthead Killer, the Death Knell.
He is your doom.
FADE TO BLACK
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 16, 2011 12:54:06 GMT -5
*Fade in to the Quinhagak Airport and Community Center, where we find El Lobo Sangriento…just sort of STANDING~! there, LOOKING~! at me…
ELS: I’m SMIRKING~!
Voiceover Guy: Oh. Well, I couldn’t tell.
ELS: You can’t recognize a smirk?
VG: Not when the smirker is masked, no.
ELS: Oh yeah. My bad. Anyway, I was smirking.
VG: Any particular reason?
ELS: Ghosthead saying he toyed with me last week was amusing.
VG: What, you think he gave it everything he had?
ELS: Hell no. I know he didn’t. It’s just that neither did I. I was a bit nervous about really tearing into him like I used to. Afraid of exposing that side of myself for the Wolfpack to see. It’s been a long time since I allowed myself to lose control – even a little. But now…well, now I’m ready to go at it. You want a fight, Ghosthead? I’m in. You want to let it all hang out? Let’s do it. We got reacquainted in the ring last week. This week, I’ll remind you what it feels like to lose to me. Wolfpack out.
*FADE*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 16, 2011 14:15:39 GMT -5
Stank is walking down the Hall of Random Encounters when he randomly passes by Attitude Adjuster, who is standing by some randomly placed clangy poles and randomly holding a hot cup of coffee.
Stank: This is certainly random.
AA: Nice promo.
...
Stank: That's it? "Nice promo"? That's all you have?
AA: I'm working up to it.
Stank: Working up to what? Being relevant? I'm having a real hard time dealing with the fact that I'm being booked with you. It's like the Bookerman wants some kind of Legends feud. First off, I'm not a "Legend," and second, I'm not going to pull all the weight around here.
AA: Good points.
...
Stank: Again, that's it? What the hell?
AA: I'm working up to it.
...
Stank: This sucks. You suck! I remember when you use to carry LD Williams through 5-star promos just by insulting his mother. Now look at you! You're a shell of your old self.
Eric O'Mac: See, I told you!
AA: I'm working on it.
...
Stank: How do you work with this, Eric?
EOM: I don't really. I made the mistake of bringing him in to get rid of Firewoman, and he failed at that. And then I lose my world title, in no large part because of AA.
AA: You shouldn't talk about your manager that way.
EOM: You're not my manager! You're my valet!
Stank: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Now I'm curtain-jerking against either a valet or a manager? AA's not even considered a wrestler anymore? So I'm fighting either Ralphus or Capt. Lou Albano?
AA: I'm not sure how to take that.
Stank: Take it as an insult! Eric, I got it from here. This is embarrassing.
EOM: No problem. Glad to help.
AA: Hey, we need to get together for a pre-match strategy session, Eric!
EOM: Just try not to hit me with anything this time, OK? That's our strategy. (To himself) I wonder if there's a way I can get my own valet banned from ringside.
AA: He's a little troubled about losing the belt.
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Stank: That's it? If you don't improve your promo skills, this feud is going to be about me beating the promo skills out of you. Come on, man, work harder!
AA: I'm working on it. But my coffee got cold while we were promotificating.
Stank: There's a clangy pole randomly lying on the ground next to you. Look, I'm going to walk away and not look back. I think you know what to do.
AA (looking at the clangy pole on the ground): Got it.
Stank walks away, not looking back. He walks most of the way down the Hall of Random Encounters, waiting for the inevitable. It doesn't happen. Stank turns around. The clangy pole is on a randomly placed equipment trunk, and AA is walking the other direction.
Stank: AA! The hell?
AA (turning around): Huh? What? I placed the clangy pole where someone wouldn't trip over it. Someone will thank me later.
Stank: What did I do to deserve this...
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 16, 2011 16:11:20 GMT -5
*fade-in to Chris Evans*
Evans: You know, I’m really getting tired of seeing the same old shit, week after week after week around here, and if I gave a damn about what the fans think, I’d think that they felt the same way. I see guys like Moose, threatening my partners. Fact is Moose, we don’t fear you. Nobody in this business really fears you anymore. You used to be the most bloodthirsty wrestler that this business has ever seen. You’re all bark, no bite, and all the mindgames and all the voices in your head won’t be able to change that. *smirk* Trust Me.
And speaking of bloodthirsty wrestlers with a pretty hefty chip on their shoulder, this brings me to the newest member of the roster, and a guy that I’ve set my sights upon, Ricky Soaring Eagle. He reminds me of what you used to be Moose, and what you keep trying to convince yourself that you still are. An angry man out for blood and vengeance, with a REALLY fucked-up upbringing. And a man who is willing to do things his way, no matter the cost. A man after my own heart.
And as for LD, don’t try to lecture to me, old man. The training that I’ve gone through in order to make it here, I know what it takes to make it in this business. I’ve cut my teeth under the tutelage of guys like William Regal, Dave Finlay, and a man that you of all people here should know. A man by the name of Lance Storm.
Voice: You really don’t get it, do you Chris?
LD appears from off-camera.
LD: You’ve got all of the tools that you need in order to make it in this business. But the problem is, you’ve got no balls. You want to lead this revolution against the OOWF vets, the “Old Guard”, as you label us. But besides running your mouth, what have you done about it?
E: You want me to start something? Alright, how about this?
Evans slaps LD hard in the face. LD’s face looks as if something just snapped in his head, and he grabs Evans by the throat, driving him into the wall.
LD: Well, it’s about time you finally grew some balls, Chris. Now try doing that in the ring. That is, if I give you the cha…
LD is cut off in mid-sentence by Folz and Sparxx, who jump LD from behind. LD tries to fight back, but the grizzled vet is no match for the superior numbers of the New Guard. Evans orders them to hold his arms, but LD breaks free. The beating that he took though slows him down just enough for Evans to counter with a hard right cross. This staggers LD enough for Folz and Sparxx to restrain him.
E: You’re really a glutton for punishment, aren’t you LD? I figured your little run-in with Sparxx would have been good enough for you. You wanted our attention, LD? Well, you’ve got it now. Let me tell you something about us, Williams. We are a new generation, a generation of selfishness. We waited for our turn for as long as we possibly could, but the OOWF’s Old Guard wouldn’t let us have it. They held the glass ceiling over our heads, daring us to break through, knowing that they would never allow us to reach it.
Guys like Ricky Soaring Eagle, they represent what the OOWf should be about. Guys wanting to get the chance to be noticed. This business has no place for guys who need some lame catchphrase in order to stay relevant. *looks towards the camera* Cock-a-Doodle Doo, Davin, you pretentious motherfucker. *turns back to LD*
But despite all of that, I’ve taken this *holds IC title* for my own. And I’ve gotta say, I’ve gotten way too attached to it for me to take any chances losing it to the likes of you. But if you really want it, then take a good look, cause as long as I’m holding it, this is the closest that you or ANY of the Old Guard will EVER get to it.
Evans takes the championship title and drives it hard into LD’s face. LD goes down in a heap.
See, that’s the problem with being a lone guy around here, LD. Nobody’s gonna help you out, and you can only get so far by yourself.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 16, 2011 16:11:49 GMT -5
Firewoman is on the elliptical before her match, watching, of course, OOWF-TV. She sees the latest from the Psykle camp. She slows and stops. Lucky hands her a towel and water.
L: Well?
FW: Oh, big deal. Likes to hear himself talk. I've known a few like that.
L: Duplicitous...
FW: Whatever. Must be on his word of the day calendar. *looks into the camera* I'm not the "bipolar" one in the promotion, although it is in the family. I believe my exact diagnosis is...uh...Lucky?
L: Antisocial personality disorder with post traumatic stress disorder and mild dissociative disorder.
FW: Right. Those. Read up on them. It might come in handy just in case you say or do something triggering which causes me to suspend my remorse and my awareness of my actions for a few glorious moments while I beat your ass into a pulp.
L: What about Psykle?
FW: Psykle is twice my size. He's a tough opponent, and there's nothing I like better. And I can see it in his eyes...the veil is getting lifted, and he's going to see his 'manager' for the control freak he is. Genius IQ is losing his grip, and it won't be long. I just hope I have a ring side seat. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some things to attend to.
Firewoman smiles and playfully tosses the towel over the INC's lens.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 16, 2011 21:07:29 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Quinhagak, Alaska RABBIT MASK vs. RICKY SOARING EAGLEUsagi's music hits and after a moment of anticipation, he walks out onto the stage for the first time in three years, receiving a massive ovation from the crowd. He walks down the ramp and circles the ring, making sure to slap hands with each and every person at ringside, before entering the ring and climbing to the top rope, absorbing the cheers and "Rab-bit! Rab-bit!" chants. The "welcome back ovation" comes to a screeching halt when Ricky Soaring Eagle's music interrupts. The crowd immediately breaks out into a chorus boos, while Rabbit Mask stands in one corner of the ring, calmly awaiting his opponent. Ricky walks up the ring steps and steps between the ropes, then instantly charges at Usagi before the bell has even sounded. The referee squeezes between the two and separates them the best he can before calling for the bell. Ding, ding, ding, and we're underway! Ricky charges at Rabbit once again, pushing him into a corner. He delivers a few stiff rights before hitting a knee to the gut, then puts Rabbit on the mat with a big forearm shot to the back of the neck. Rabbit powders out while Soaring Eagle taunts the crowd and looks ferocious. Once Rabbit has recovered, he rolls under the bottom rope and locks eyes with Eagle. They meet in the center of the ring in a tie-up. Rabbit grabs the wrist and goes behind Eagle, then sweeps the legs and floats over to put Eagle into a front facelock. Rabbit squeezes tight, but Eagle has too much strength. He gets to his feet with Rabbit still applying the hold, then slips out of it and presses Rabbit over his head, attempting to put him away quickly with Sitting Thunder. Rabbit is able to over-rotate and lands on his feet, then hits the ropes and rebounds with a stiff running knee to the face of his seated opponent. He hooks the leg, but Ricky kicks out even before a one-count. Rabbit Mask goes back on the offensive with some stomps and kicks before pulling Ricky back to his feet and whipping him into the ropes. Ricky rebounds and Rabbit jumps over him, then ducks under him the second time, then goes for a high dropkick the third time, but Ricky hangs onto the rope, preventing the third rebound. Rabbit lands hard on his back and Ricky tries to put him away for a second time by locking in the Cactus Thorn. Rabbit kicks his feet and prevents the submission from being locked in, then hits a final kick to Eagle's face, sending him stumbling back into the ropes. Rabbit gets up and runs at the opposite ropes, rebounds, and slides between Eagle's legs to the outside, then grabs him by the ankles and pulls him to the outside with him. Rabbit delivers elbow after elbow, stunning Ricky, then hits a jumping knee right under the jaw, which knocks Ricky to the floor. Thinking Ricky may be out cold, Rabbit rolls into the ring and lets the referee start the count. As the referee counts six, Soaring Eagle begins to stir on the outside, and Rabbit Mask sees it. He runs the ropes and shoots himself at Eagle with a heat seeking missile, knocking him back into the guardrail. He grabs him by the arm and sends him back into the ring, then mounts the top rope and waits. Ricky gets to his feet and Rabbit flies off the top rope with a moonsault, but Ricky catches him on his shoulder and circles the ring to show off. He signals for it, then attempts to Return to the Earth, but Rabbit is able to slip out and behind him before he can drop down. Rabbit immediately hooks in a full nelson in preparation for the Rabbit Suplex, but Ricky bends forward and sends Rabbit flipping over top of him. But Rabbit keeps the hold on as he lands on his feet, bridging, and Ricky is brought to his knees. As Rabbit Mask applies more pressure to the hold, Soaring Eagle collapses from his knees and lays parallel with the mat. Rabbit keeps the Cattle Mutilation-esque hold locked in, but Ricky reaches out with his foot and is able to set it on top of the bottom rope, forcing the referee to break the hold. Rabbit Mask does so without the slightest objection, while Ricky now powders out to buy himself time. Rabbit follows him and chases him back into the ring. Ricky slides in, Rabbit slides in, but Ricky wastes no time before stomping away at Rabbit before he can even get to his feet. He pulls Rabbit up and whips him into a corner, where he does the Ric Flair-style flip over the rope and lands on his feet on the apron, encouraging Ricky to charge at him. Ricky does so and Rabbit slingshots over top of him, rebounds off the ropes, then hits a running enzuigiri to the head of Soaring Eagle. Eagle falls to his knees and Rabbit pulls him in, setting up for the Rabbit Driver. He hooks one arm, but Ricky resists the other. Rabbit realizes he can't compete with the pure strength of Ricky, so he keeps the one arm locked with his, then rolls to the side of Ricky and pulls him to the mat, locking in the Hare Hold. Ricky's face is filled with agony, as he hammers away at the back of Rabbit's head with his free hand, forcing Rabbit to break the hold. Ricky gets to his feet and is visibly frustrated with Rabbit Mask. He grabs him by the ears of the mask and slams him down face-first into the mat. He rolls to the outside of the ring and grabs the timekeeper by the collar, then presses him over his head and tosses him into the crowd. The referee quickly slides out of the ring and tries to stop Soaring Eagle, but it's useless. Ricky grabs the chair the timekeeper was sitting on and brings it into the ring with him. The referee follows and continues to discourage the use of the weapon. As Rabbit gets to his knees, Ricky nails him with a hard chair shot to the back, which sends him right back down flat. The referee calls for the bell, but the timekeeper is still hurt, and out amongst in the crowd. Ricky continues the brutal beating with the chair, as the referee tries his hardest to take the chair away. Ricky turns around and forces the referee's head down into his neck with the most sickening chair shot many of us have ever witnessed. The referee falls to the mat unconscious. Ricky Soaring Eagle tosses the chair down, rolls to the outside of the ring, and heads up the ramp with a twisted smirk on his face. Medics rush past him on the ramp and slide into the ring, tending to Rabbit Mask. But Rabbit slowly begins to stir and sits up, then orders the medics to help the referee instead. They reluctantly listen and begin checking on the referee. Minutes pass before the referee finally sits up and life is seemingly breathed back into him. Rabbit Mask approaches the referee and they exchange words, then Rabbit helps the referee to his feet as the crowd applauds them both. The timekeeper is also back in position at this point, and the referee calls him over to tell him the final ruling. WINNER in 18:36 via disqualification – Rabbit Mask After the ruling is announced and the referee raises Usagi's hand in victory, Usagi heads up the ramp, shaking his head, with the medics aiding the referee up the ramp behind him. HONCHO WILLIAMS vs. OUTBACK JACKHoncho and Jack shake hands to start things off and the match goes back and forth for several minutes. The wily veteran Outback Jack capitalizes on Honcho’s mistake and takes control keeping Honcho on the mat and working him over. Jack catches Honcho with the BOOMERANG, but Honcho kicks out at two and makes a comeback. Honcho ducks a Jack clothesline and catches him with one of his own, as OBJ gets to his feet, Honcho nearly kicks his head into the tenth row with a big boot. Honcho covers, but Jack kicks out. Honcho tries the NOSEBREAKER, but Jack stays on his feet and takes Honcho to the mat with a belly to back suplex folding Honcho in half. Jack grabs him and sets up for the CHOMP, but Honcho escapes, spins around, and POPS Jack with the IRISH THUNDERBOLT! Honcho falls to the mat while Jack falls between the ropes to the floor. The referee is checking on Honcho, and while he is doing so, Matt Folz hops the barricade, pulls OBJ to his feet and KILLS him with a BRAINBUSTER on the floor! Folz rolls an unconscious Jack back into the ring, then disappears. Honcho never saw a thing, and thinking Jack is out from the thunderbolt, he crawls across the ring and falls on Jack and gets the one two three. WINNER in 11:14 – Honcho Williams EL LOBO SANGRIENTO vs. GHOSTHEADBoth men are announced, but neither comes to the ring. After a few seconds we see why, the two men are brawling their way to the ring, trading haymakers that would cripple a normal man. The action finally gets to the ring, but it really doesn’t resemble anything like a wrestling match, it is a straight up street fight. The referee gives them leeway and does his best to stay out of the way, but the action is too furious and he gets knocked out. A second referee races to the ring, but in no time, he is knocked out as well. Finally, instead of sacrificing all of their referees OOWF security comes to the ring, but they do almost nothing to stop the two big men from pummeling one another. Several members of security get laid out. The crowd is eating this up. The two men continue to batter one another with anything not nailed down, finally an Alaskan SORT team marches to the ring and has to use mace to subdue the two. It works, at least long enough for them to be separated and hauled to the back. God only knows what kind of match it will take for these two to settle things. WINNER – No Contest in 7:41 FIREWOMAN vs. PSYKLEBoth wrestlers are out. Psykle remains in the corner while IQ glares and sneers at Fire. The bell rings and the match begins. Once again, the match is kept relatively clean, almost on the level of Onslaught rules. Psykle keeps Fire grounded for the most part, and is able to avoid her high flying moves when she does make it to the top rope. For only having faced one another a few times, they have one another scouted well. Psykle traps Fire on the mat and traps her in a Dragon sleeper and nearly gets the submission, but Fire manages to get her foot on the bottom rope to force the break. Fire recovers and makes a comeback and nearly gets the win with the BEST FIRESAULT EVER, but this time Psykle gets his foot on the bottom rope. Fire waits for Psykle to get to one knee, then races to the corner and scales the ropes. From the outside IQ tries to grab her foot, but misses, the slight pause gives Psykle time to get to his feet, and when Fire turns and leaps at Psykle, he catches her and hits a modified version of the PSYCHO DRIVER! Psykle covers, and gets the one, two, three! WINNER in 16:16 – Psykle STANK vs. ATTITUDE ADJUSTERStank is making his return to the OOWF after a lengthy suspension from attacking a fan. He is facing an old enemy in Attitude Adjuster. As you may recall, the feud was tipped off by AA splashing hot coffee on Stank’s back, and Stank retaliating by whipping AA repeatedly with a pink studded belt. The bell rings and the two move to the middle of the ring and AA calls for a test of strength. Stank looks amused, then locks up, but naturally AA tries a kick to the gut, but Stank breaks the hold and catches AA’s foot. AA begs off and Stank is about to punch his head into the fifth row when AA hits a Greco Roman Thumb Poke of Ultimate Discomfort. AA spends the next few minutes going very old school, cheating behind the referee’s back, taunting the fans and keeping Stank on the mat. The turning point comes when AA has Stank trapped in an abdominal stretch and is using the ropes. The referee catches him and kicks his hand off the ropes, allowing Stank to flip him to the mat and take over. Stank BATTERS AA with moves getting several near falls. AA powders out and grabs the pink studded belt and brings it into the match. AA tries to hit Stank with it, but Stank blocks it, grabs the belt, and whips the shit out of AA! AA bails out of the ring and Stank chases him half way up the ramp. AA escapes, and Stank notices the referee is at six. He calmly walks back to the ring and rolls under the bottom rope at nine and takes the count out win! WINNER in 12:01 – Stank At the top of the ramp AA has a fit. He challenges Stank, then takes off his boot slams it to the ground and elbow drops it. Someone gives AA a mic, and he speaks This isn’t over! Next week……next week I have a surprise for you……and at the pay per view, you find a partner, because I am teaming with my protégé Eric O’Mac and we are going to TEACH you what TAG TEAM WRESTLING is ALL ABOUT!DAVIN MORELAND vs. ERIC O’MACEric attacks Davin before the bell and the two of them brawl around the ring. Eric takes over with a low blow behind the referee’s back, then slams Davin face first into the turnbuckle. Davin staggers, but catches Eric with an elbow to the jaw that sends him staggering across the ring, when he turns around, Davin charges out of the corner and KILLS him with a boot to the face. About now, Attitude Adjuster makes his way to the ring wearing a baseball cap, a towel around his neck, and he is blowing a whistle. The distraction allows Eric to catch Davin with a punch to the jaw that drops him to one knee. Eric takes over and gets several near falls, but Davin fights back and gets control of the match. Davin has Eric in trouble and calls for the REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER but AA grabs his foot from the outside. Davin grabs AA and pulls him onto the apron and NAILS him with a punch to the jaw that sends him to the floor. Eric nails Davin from behind sending him to the mat, then climbs to the top rope for the MAC ATTACK! He leaps, but Davin kips up and catches him in MID-AIR with a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER! Davin rolls him over and gets the one, two, THREE! WINNER in 14:04 – Davin Moreland Davin gets to his feet and IMMEDIATELY gets PASTED with a chair shot to the back of the head! AA and Eric beat on Davin some, then AA hits a PILEDRIVER on the chair! They slide the chair under Davin, who is face down on the mat and Eric hits the MAC ATTACK! Finally security hits the ring as Davin grabs his neck and ribs in pain. SAINTS OF SINNERS vs. J-P SPARXX & MATT FOLZSparxx and Folz are out first, to a chorus of boos. Eco and Moose are announced next, and, true to their word, they storm the ring and the fight is on! Moose and Folz fall from the ring to the floor and brawl, while Sparxx and Eco trade moves in the middle of the ring. Sparxx ducks a clothesline attempt from Eco and catches him with a Pele kick that sends Eco to the corner. Sparxx charges in, but Eco catches him with a boot to the gut that doubles him over in pain. Eco grabs a side headlock and peppers Sparxx with several punches to the face. Sparxx staggers away, blood running from a cut on his head. We see Eco had a chain wrapped around his fist, but the referee never caught it. Outside the ring, Moose and Folz are fighting around ringside, hitting each other with everything not nailed down. The match continues on, just barely resembling a wrestling match enough that the referee does not throw it out. Both teams cheat at every opportunity, and all four men are bloody before long. Moose and Sparxx are the legal men in the ring, Sparxx tries for a SUPERKICK, but Moose ducks and grabs Sparxx and sends him to the ropes. Sparxx crashes into Eco, sending him flying off the apron into the guardrail. Sparxx staggers forward and Moose grabs him for a HEARTPUNCH, but while the referee is checking on Eco, Folz grabs Moose from behind, spins him around, kicks him in the gut and hits a BRAINBUSTER! Sparxx recovers and grabs a stunned Moose and hits the GEM DROP! Sparxx covers and gets the one, two, THREE! WINNERS in 17:11 – Matt Folz & J-P Sparxx STAN FULTON vs. DANNY TAYLOR vs. ALEXANDER DARLING – Non-Title MatchHandshakes all around to start this match. The bell rings and we are underway. This is three people in the ring at the same time, obviously, so Alex and Danny work together to get the larger Fulton off his feet and to the mat. Once on the mat, Alex tries to go for a pin, but Danny breaks it up. Danny tries to lock on a UFC type submission move, but Alex breaks that up. Danny gets to his feet and he and Alex discuss their difference of opinion on the Greek economic struggles, while they are doing that, Stan gets to his feet and nails Danny from behind, sending him over the top rope to the floor. Alex tries to attack, but Fulton ducks a clothesline, lifts Darling in the air and DRIVES him to the mat with a sit out powerbomb. Fulton covers, but Danny makes it back into the ring to break it up at three. The match continues on for nearly an hour with all three men getting numerous near falls. Neither Alex nor Danny can keep the champ down, but the champ can’t pin either of them. After nearly an hour of wrestling, Fulton tries to hit a DROP LINE on Darling, but Alex rolls out of the way and Fulton crashes and burns and rolls out of the ring to the floor. As Alex gets to his feet, Danny charges out of the corner and NAILS him with a big boot to the face! He pulls Alex up and hits the DYNAMITE DROP! Danny rolls Alex over and gets the one, two, three! WINNER in 57:01 – Danny Taylor TEXPRESS vs. THE FLYIN HAWAIIANS – OOWF World Tag Team Title MatchThis is a continuation of sorts from last week’s match, which was stopped when Aina took an inadvertent head to the groainal region. These two teams are very familiar with one another. The bell rings and Chad and Zane move for a handshake, but the Hawaiians instead decide to greet them with headbutts. The Hawaiians take control, keeping Zane in their corner and making quick tags to wear the big man down. They appear to be taking Selena’s advice and are a little more ruthless than they had been in previous matches, but stop short of clearly breaking the rules. Zane is finally able to make the hot tag to Chad and he comes in and cleans house. The Texans take over and pummel the Kai and get several near falls on him. The crowd is firmly behind both teams in this match, and just generally cheer everything that is done. The end comes when the match breaks down a little bit. Aina and Zane are the legal men, Chad catches Aina with a SUPERKICK and rolls him up for the pin, while The Kai hits a CHOKESLAM on Zane and covers him at the same time! The referee counts three and both men celebrate. The referee looks a little confused, and another referee runs to the ring and they try to sort it out. They can’t seem to decide what to do when GM Selena makes her way out to the ring Ok ok ok! You know, these two teams have been at one another for a long time now. Match after match, nothing is being settled. So how bout this, at the November Pain pay per view, we have ONE FINAL MATCH between these two teams, winner takes all. You gentlemen have two weeks to negotiate stips for the match. You know where my office isSelena turns and walks back up the ramp as the crowd gives a mixed reaction to the decision. WINNER – No Contest in 35:25 CHRIS EVANS vs. LD WILLIAMS – OOWF Intercontinental Title MatchLD Williams is out first, and the crowd cheers him appreciatively. The OOWF Intercontinental champion, Chris Evans is out next, and he is booed loudly. Evans steps between the ropes, and LD is on him, pummeling him with punches and kicks. LD backs Evans into the corner and unleashes some CANADIAN VIOLENCE! Evans bails out of the ring and LD follows him and rolls him back into the ring. LD pummels Evans from pillar to post, but to his credit, Evans takes the abuse and fights back repeatedly. LD grabs Evans and slams him in the face with a headbutt that opens a gash on his forehead. Evans fires back and catches LD with an enzuguri, then PLANTS him with a DDT. Evans takes over and catches LD with several high risk moves, but can’t keep the wily veteran down. Evans hits half his arsenal on LD, but LD keeps coming back like the Terminator. LD moves out of the way when Evans tries the TORONTO TWISTER and traps Evans in the CROSSFACE! LD tears at Evans trying to get the submission, but Evans works to his feet and stumbles back into the corner, the back of LD’s head slams into the turnbuckle and both men fall to the mat. Evans gets to his feet and charges at LD in the corner, but LD catches him with an elbow to the mouth. Evans staggers backward and spits out a mouth full of blood, LD kicks him low and sets him up for a CANADIAN DESTROYER, but Evans recovers and reverses it into an ALBERTA SLAM (Alabama Slam)! He bridges and gets the one, two, THREE! Just before LD rolls his arm! WINNER in 40:12 – Chris Evans After the match LD gets to his feet, very frustrated. He glares at Evans and Evans just smirks and holds up the title. LD moves toward Evans, but J-P Sparxx grabs him from behind, spins him around, but LD catches him with a punch upside the head, LD turns back to Evans and Evans BLASTS him in the face with the title. LD collapses in a heap, and Evans and Sparxx are joined by Matt Folz and the three of them stand over the prone LD Williams as we fade to black. Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action! Be sure to check out the OOWF November Pain 5. Live! From Upper Frobisher, Nunavut, Canada. And don’t forget to catch next week’s OOWF Mid-Week Mayhem, November 23rd, live from Inuvik, Northwest Territory. See something you like? Post it here in the 2010 Awards Reminder Thread For all your OOWF shopping needs, check out www.cafepress.com/oowfshirts For all your OOWF History needs, visit the OOWF Archives at www.oowfwrestling.com Join us for OOWF Chat on Wednesday nights!
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