OOWF End Of Days 7 PPV

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OOWF End of Days 7 PPV
Live! From Swan Island, Honduras

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
Stan Fulton vs. Ghosthead

OOWF Intercontinental Title Three Way Dance[/u]
Chris Evans vs. Psykle vs. Ricky Soaring Eagle

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
The Flyin Hawaiians vs. Davin Moreland & Stank

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
JP Sparxx vs. Crowing/Mai Muyo Winner

OOWF Invitational Finals[/u]
LD Williams vs. Danny Taylor

Winner Gets an Onslaught Championship Match Tonight[/u]
Crowing vs. Mai Muyo

Tag Team Showcase[/u]
Texpress vs. Saints of Sinners
Phoenix Rising vs. Attitude Adjuster & Honcho Williams
Attitude Adjuster & Honcho Williams vs. Texpress
Saints of Sinners vs. Phoenix Rising

Matt Folz vs. El Lobo Sangriento

card subject to Linsanity overdose

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In the Darling Luxury Suites it's trashin' time. Alex gets there too late to stop her, unlike last week. Unlike usual however, Alex doesn't just take it in stride, although he is ducking.

AD: You know, I'm going to have Lucky just get stuff from Goodwill, rather than spend the money replacing some of this stuff.

FW: Fine I don't care. What the fuck is wrong with you, anyway?

AD: My wife is throwing things at me?

FW: You could have had Ecosystem PINNED. We could have WON.

AD: I got...distracted.

FW: Yeah, by Moose.

AD: Let's get specific here. Yes, by Moose, getting ready to Benoit my wife with a chair.

FW: I'm not your wife in the ring, I'm your tag team partner. And I don't need you to defend me.

AD: Right. Because you've never done the exact same thing. In fact, two weeks ago--

L: If I might, guys....

Lucky has come in and stands between the two of them.

AD: Not now...

FW: It's not a good time--

L: Actually it's the perfect time. Look, you guys aren't just two individuals out there now, you're a team. It's more than just doing flippy moves together. You have to trust each other, which I know is hard for Fire, but I know it's hard for Alex, too. You guys just have to have faith in each other, that you can handle whatever happens in the ring. You can still have each other's backs, but you need to let each other take care of your own opponents, and trust that they can do it.

Alex and Fire look at each other.

L: Also, Fire, not getting into stupid situations like that would help.

FW: Yeah....

L: So, that's settled. I'll get stuff ready to go tomorrow.

FW: Yeah...I'm gonna shower.

Fire leaves.

AD: I am constantly amazed that she lets you talk to her like that.

L: Me too. Look....this weekend...End of Days...it's an important anniversary.

AD: Yeah...I know.

L: Keep an eye on her. She didn't mean to yell at you then. I mean, she did but...she knows it's coming up, so she's just more...I dunno.

AD: No...you're right. You do look out for her, don't you.

L: I try. I do need to tell you one thing, though.

AD: What's that?

L: You put her through what you just did when you went to find your smile, and you will have to answer to me.

AD: *laughing* You, huh. Really.

L: You forget. The only reason you're even here is because I kept "losing" paperwork.

Alex and Lucky share a fairly intense stare-down.

AD: Yeah, well. Whatever. I'm going to go shower.

L: I don't think Fire's done.

AD: I know.

Alex walks out with a grin, as we FAAAAAAAAAADE

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Cut to the New Guard Suites, a conversation already in progress.

MF: What the FUCK was that??!!

CE: What?

MF: You had the match won, you were in the damn finals, why the hell did you do that in front of the ref?

CE: Matt, realx, just part of the plan. I need all of you to trust me, ok?

MF: Just saying it was out of character for you to do that. But you know I've got your back, as long as you have mine on Monday.

CE: What's Monday?

MF: Trust me, you'll enjoy this one. Kai, Aina, I'll need your help with this too.

K: The Kai and his brother have your back. What are you planning?

MF (Shaking head): Not in front of the ninja cams, not yet.... JP, Stan, want to help me out here?

JP Sparxx and Stan Fulton advance menacingly on the not so invisible ninja cam as we........... FADE

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CUT to a pre-taped segment shot at a television studio set somewhere in Honduras. Sitting on a stool is former AWA announcer Larry Nelson. An empty stool sits next to him.

LN: “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. I’m Larry Nelson and my guest, as usual, is current OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton.”

Fulton walks into the shot and has a seat, carefully, on the empty stool.

LN: “Thanks for joining me today, Stan.”

SF: “My pleasure, Larry. Before we begin today, Larry, I’d like to wish Ghosthead good luck on Sunday.”

LN: “That seems quite odd coming from you, Stan. He is your opponent at End of Days and is more than capable of taking your title.”

SF: “Which is exactly what the New Guard has always stood for, Larry. The new blood earning their chance and then getting it. Ghosthead has proven he’s capable of hanging with anyone in this company. That alone earns him a shot Sunday night.

“Add to that he’d like to send El Lobo Sangriento to the morgue, makes him doubly special.”

LN: “Let’s go back to Midweek Mayhem this past Wednesday night.”

A quick-cutting montage plays showing the match between Matt Folz and Fulton versus Lobo and Mai Muyo.

LN: “Looks like Lobo had his way with you most of the match.”

SF: “He did, Larry. Frankly I didn’t know Lobo was so full of steroids and HGH like that. Being able to toss me, a nearly 400 pound man, around like a sack of flour can only be done with drugs. He must be hopped up so much that his testicles are just a memory.”

LN: “Well he is six feet seven inches tall.”

SF: “I know. I see that mask and I think little, flippy Luchador. Not HGH-addled.”

LN: “Do you have any proof that Lobo is taking performance-enhancing drugs?”

SF: “The proof is right there on the screen, Larry. But the important point here is that Matt and I won again. I’m not sure if we’ve ever lost a match, Larry. We’re that good. We should be in the tag team invitational. That we weren’t is a travesty.”

LN: “You were just about ready to tap when Folz used a set of brass knuckles to knock Lobo out.”

SF: “I think you’re confused Larry. I was just biding my time until I could knock Lobo out with a great elbow to the side of the head.”

LN: “In the few years I’ve been doing interviews with you, Stan, I have never believed you’re screwed up in the head. Until now.”

Fulton looks like someone just flipped a Hulk switch on him. He stands, turns away from Nelson and quickly turns back, lifts Nelson up by his throat and hurls him through the wall behind the set. Literally through the wall. Nelson’s legs dangle on this side of the wall while his head and torso are somewhere on the other side. Fulton turns back to the camera.

SF: “Ghosthead. You’ve earned your shot. But don’t believe for a minute that you have a chance to take this World Heavyweight Championship from me and the New Guard. You’re very good. But I’m better. I am the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. I am The Crusher Stan Fulton.

“Enjoy the pain.”

Fulton shoves the camera to the floor as we FADE

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*Fade in to the Destroyatorium, where we find El Lobo Sangriento HOLDING~! a bag of ice to the back of his head. He turns toward the camera as he finishes watching Stan Fulton’s promo…

ELS: I didn’t embarrass Stan Fulton in last night’s match to start some sort of controversy or gain publicity or anything like that, but now that he’s throwing accusations my way accusing me of using steroids, I feel the need to reply, so please allow me to retort.

ELS: I’m sure as hell not a straight-edge individual. I like my alcohol. That’s not a surprise to anyone. But I’m also not a douchebag, so Stan and I come from two completely different worlds. I don’t have a group of guys behind me using sneak attacks in hallways and brass knuckles during matches to help me cheat my way to victory, and I don’t need those things.

ELS: I don’t cheat. Period. You see, in my world, rules are to be revered and respected. I firmly believe that in this life there are consequences and repercussions for people’s actions, and I’ll make Stan pay for what he’s done. Picking up trash to team with is no excuse for going around and repeatedly sending other wrestlers to the hospital.

ELS: So Stan wants to throw stones my way now, and I say that’s fine, but put your boots on and get in the ring and I will fuck you up. I will make you feel as weak and powerless and scared and alone as any wrestler who’s had the misfortune to know a bunch of sad, cowardly little boys such as the New Guard. All the proceeds can go to the injured wrestlers’ fund. If you want to make amends, maybe you can donate some time and tell some kids that what you’ve done isn’t right.

ELS: But I’m also a realist, so I know that none of these things will ever happen because Stan Fulton isn’t a man, so he’ll keep ducking me and throwing out unfounded accusations. But I know that someday, somewhere, somehow, somebody will put Stan Fulton exactly where he belongs, and it honestly doesn’t have to be me. I would just really like it to be.

ELS: Wolfpack out.

*FADE*

[BookerShark]

*General Manager Selena's Office*

--Knock Knock--

Selena looks at the door in shock.

--Knock Knock--

Selena: Someone's actually knocking?[/b]

Poe: Looks like.

--Knock Knock--

Poe: You should probably have the person come in.

Selena: But they're knocking. That's probably a bad sign. Chuckles, go check it out.

Chuckles: Guh guhguhguguhguh.

Selena: I said go check it out. NOW!!!

Chuckles puts his head since he assumes another beating is coming. He steps through the door into the lobby and we hear some muffled back and forth and a few seconds later, Chuckles walks back through the door.

Selena: Why are you not beaten up? What the hell is going on?

Chuckles: Guhguh Guguhguh Guh.

Selena: Oh really...COME ON IN!!!

A few seconds later Alexander Darling walks through the door in his black hoodie, but as soon as he's inside he takes the hood off and quietly takes a seat after a quick nod at Poe.

Selena: What can I do for you Alex?

Alexander: I just felt like I owed you an apology for my behavior a few weeks ago. No showing a card is completely unacceptable and I take full responsibility for that and any consequences for that action will be understood.

Selena: Actually the board just came back with their final decision on that and it's just a fine this time, but it's also a warning and you're on probation for it. You've also got to make a few appearances at local wrestling schools on our tours and do training classes.

Alexander: Fair enough.

Selena: I'm not done. Those are the board's consequences. I have my own. Professionally that was really irresponsible and it left me in a very tough position but I also understand what you have been going through so just don't do it again. Personally, I like to think we've become friends...

Alexander nods...

So, you're a gigantic jerk for doing that to Fire. My punishment to you is to treat her better and do everything she tells you for the next week. It's like this game me and Omie...

Poe: Goddess this isn't the time or place to discuss that.

Selena: Oh right...ninjas. Anyway...anything else I can do for you Alex?

Alexander: Sunday, I know we're in the middle of this tag team showcase...

Selena: Yea, you guys are really sucking at that.

Alexander: Right, well that's kinda the point. In order for us to truly make a go of this tag team, we need to get away from the Saints of Sinners for a while so I'm asking you to sanction Sadistic Madness for the Saints and Phoenix Rising tag match. Win or lose, Phoenix Rising will walk away from the Saints for the time being, but we need to do this now before we start heading towards someone not being able to walk away from this feud.

Selena: You do know what Moose will say, right?

Alexander: Let him say whatever he wants. I'm not in this business to make him happy or even care about his opinion. This is for me and this is for Fire. We do this on Sunday and then we move on to bigger and better things for both of us.

Selena: Fair enough...Sadistic Madness it is.

Alexander: Thanks. *Alex stands up* Poe, can I have a word?

Poe nods as they walk out of the office. They walk in silence for a few minutes through the hallways.

Poe: I know you didn't just want company for your walk back to your locker room so spit it out. You've never been the quiet type.

Alexander: *laughs* Two things. First, thanks.

Poe: For?

Alexander: Do we really need to discuss it or can we just be typical guys and let that be enough.

Poe: I suppose we can. And he second thing.

They arrive at the Darling Locker Room.

Alexander: Inside...I've paid the ninjas off for the day. I'm not ready for anyone else to know about this...

As they step into the locker room and we only hear the following before the door closes...

Disciples don't...

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

<Moose is sitting in the back of a quickly emptying arena. All the OOWF talent is on their way to the pay per view in Honduras. Moose enjoys a final cigar while looking at his bandaged hand, bandaged from Fire putting a cigar out on the back of his hand>

There is so much I could say right now. But the one thing I am going to say that is going to surprise you is……..thank you.

Thank you Lisa Darling for this reminder. Thank you for burning the back of my hand and leaving a scar that will never go away. Thank you for reminding me that you have become everything I hate in life.

I feel as though I should address a few of your comments. You want to compare me to that drunk fuck Sean? Fine. The difference is…….I am not preying on someone weaker than me……..or am I? Is that how you want to paint yourself Lisa? The weak, helpless victim? Sean had a good hundred pounds on Rose, and Rose sure as fuck wasn’t a trained wrestler. But if that comparison helps you get through your day, that’s fine. You go on being the fucking victim, because I am not going to stop until you either join your stupid husband in the hospital, or you finally realize what you are now is a fucking joke.

As for your claim that no one would care if I were gone……<Moose laughs> you’re a liar Lisa. No one would come rushing to my aid…<Moose stops and thinks about it for a moment> you’re probably right. So, if no one is going to care or come to my aid, what’s stopping you Lisa? What is keeping YOU from being the one to end Moosehead Jack? What is keeping you from doing what Alex couldn’t do? What is keeping you from doing what Crete couldn’t do?

You know goddamn well what is keeping you from doing it. You claim no one cares………YOU care Lisa. When push comes to shove……..you won’t do it. There is part of you that will hold you back. Whether it is loyalty to those stupid fans who cheer you every night……admit it Lisa, you are addicted to their stupid cheers. Or whether it is the fact that deep down, you know I am right. You know you have become a sham. Look at your fucking record Lisa. I will say it again, when you ran with the Five, you were world champion. You were one of the most feared wrestlers in the world. Now? Now, you are a fucking joke. The second you started listening to those idiot fans, and Alexander Darling, and Davin Moreland, and started fucking MEDICATING yourself to be what you could never be……..you became a fucking joke. You know it, but you refuse to admit it.

Which brings me to my final point. You think I want medicated Fire? Really? You claim to know me, and you think I am afraid of you? Get off the meds, I dare you. Get off the meds and face me in the ring Lisa. I don’t give a shit about beating Lisa Darling. I enjoy wailing on the Darlings, but quite honestly, it’s not much of a challenge anymore. I want Firewoman back. I want all that anger and rage from childhood. I WANT THE REAL GODDAMN FIREWOMAN!

Until then……you are pathetic. And you are a joke. Phoenix Rising………<Moose laughs> that bird is dead. Firewoman is dead. And if you keep fucking around down this path……..Lisa Darling will be dead too, and I won’t feel a bit fucking bad about it.

Trust me

[BookerShark]

Firewoman walks out to an empty arena in Honduras, only dimly lit by safety lights and such. She's dressed in street clothes, and walks around carrying a piece of paper. She notices the ninja cam, and starts to talk out loud, but still to herself.

Five years....I debuted at OOWF in November 2007. I vowed then to make my mark, to be taken seriously, to leave behind the silliness and stupidity that characterizes most women's wrestling, and to distinguish myself not just as a woman who wrestled, but as a wrestler who happens to be a woman.

Since then...wow..it's been an eventful time. I've fought, and I've bled. I've ended careers. I've destroyed lives. I've found friends and enemies, and found that they were often one of the same. I was reunited with old allies, and I rekindled old feuds.

I reconnected with my brother, the one person in the world who I seemed to always be fated to be separated from in some way.

I won championships. I was the first woman to win them, so I will forever have my legacy sealed within OOWF.

But all of that pales when I review the events of the past year. The past year or so, I fell further than I ever expected to fall. I had been in tough places before. My history has been well documented. But never had I found myself in the position I was in. I know there are those who doubt parts of it. They don't believe I died. That's fine. I know the truth, and even if I wasn't really dead, as W.I. Thomas says, "Situations that are believed to be real are real in their consequences."

I was at peace, finally, after a life that was simultaneously too short but too long when you take into account the pain and abuse. I still remember it too...

Her voice trails off, and she seems to look like she's thinking of something or someone she misses terribly. Then she shakes it off.

But, for whatever reason, it wasn't my time. So I came back, but I came back into what I can only describe as being something worse than hell itself. Stripped of my reason, my will, my ability to think and act for myself. Forced to do things to friends and family...I will forever wonder how I could be so weak as to allow those things to happen.

She is silent again, this time looking a combination of sad and angry.

All that is ancient history though. Despite everything...I was forgiven. And since then, I've embarked on a path to try and dig myself out. A year ago this week, I broke out, I destroyed Trinity and their reign of terror in the OOWF. I tried to break the hold Ecosystem had on me, but that has proven to be more difficult. But I thought I had done it, but I really hid myself, and tried to avoid it. I kno I had health issues, but I took my time getting those dealt with. I threw myself into the role of commissioner, limiting my exposure to the ring, and minimizing the possibility of facing my captor in the ring.

But...that was just postponing the inevitable. And now we are there, and I see that I have come far, but I still have miles to go.

And then.....I see this.

She holds up the piece of paper

These....these are the rankings. The booker puts these out every so often so people see where they are. Guess where I am? That's right.

Last.

Dead last.

Heh...that's kind of funny. I think I was ranked higher when I was actually dead.

So after all that. After hours of therapy....thousands of dollars of prescriptions....doing my best this time to play by the rules, not something that has historically been my strong suit....I'm last.

Part of me says, "Well, fuck it." If that's what all this work has gotten me, why bother. Why not retire now, while I'm still mostly healthy. Stay home and maybe have some kids. Settle down finally...

That's what He wants me to do. That same "He" that Moose always hears. I hear him too. Dr. Freedman thinks he's fake, a delusion, a manufactured portion of my personality where I've internalized the words of my parents and a hundred others. Except Moose hears Him. And Dad did too. That's why dad drank...to drown Him out.

So no matter how many drugs I take...how many repressed memories I discover....no matter how many cognitive reprogramming techniques I learn, He is there. And He tells me I'm not good enough. And He tells me I should quit. Walk away.

Fire pauses again, as if she's considering.

Well, He can go fuck himself.

Firewoman crumples up the paper.

Because it's not about rankings, or championships anymore. Don't get me wrong. I want to win. I want more gold. I want to be the first woman to win every title multiple times. But right now, it's not about that. It's about crawling back up the ladder. It's about not listening to Him, or Moose, or Ecosystem anymore. It's about knocking down all these new walls that have been put up, either by myself or others.

Because that's the only way to silence Him. Its the only way to defeat Him. To not give in. Moose gave in, and he'll never be free. But that won't be me.

I'm a survivor. I survived a childhood of abuse. I survived Japanese crime families. I survived Trinity. Nothing...NOTHING...will get in my way.

And that will totally sparkle with me.

Fire throws the wadded up piece of paper at the camera, and it hits the lens. She steps between the ropes and jumps down to the floor, walking out of the arena.

[BookerShark]

**Fade in to Dynamite Danny Taylor and L.D. Williams sitting in the Destroyitarium. The camera is behind Danny, so we can’t see his face.**

LDW: “Well, yeah, a cage would be the best choice.”

DDT: “…”

LDW: “Assuming we want to keep the New Guard out of the match, yeah.”

DDT: “…”

LDW: “Good point. But if-”

DDT: “…”

LDW: “Okay, when the New Guard interfere, we end up with some kind of no contest.”

DDT: “…”

LDW: “You’re right. It would be worth it.”


**They drink in silence for a few minutes.**

LDW: “So it’s settled. We put on the match of the night and, assuming we get a decision, the loser buys the first round.”

DDT: “…”

LDW: “Oh please. You don’t stand a chance.

DDT: “…”

LDW: “I am-”

DDT: “…”

LDW: “I’m no-”

DDT: “…”

LDW: “Would you let me get a word in edgewise? Geez. I’m not in any way, shape or form afraid of you. I can - and will - kick your tail six ways from Sunday.”

DDT: “…”

LDW: <sigh>“You know, before you showed up I was the quiet one. Life was a lot simpler then.”

DDT: “…”

LDW: “Yeah, they were a hell of a lot easier to write.”

[BookerShark]

We come back up in the Destroyatorium, and the camera pans away from LD and Danny and focuses on the bar where Ashley is tending. Victor Deniro (no Dashing today, as he still sports wounds from the New Guard attack) sits watching the exchange between Williams and Taylor.

DVD: I don’t like this.

Ashley: What? Danny vs. LD?

DVD: No, it’s not the match I don’t like, it is how we got here. Evans had an advantage, and he just threw the match away. It makes me nervous.

Ashley: Maybe he is just scared of facing Danny.

DVD: I wish it were that simple. The New Guard have sworn to not let “old guard” like LD get title opportunities, yet Evans let LD get the win. This reeks of a setup.

Ashley: You know Lobo has Danny’s back, and I’m sure Stank has LD’s.

DVD: Yeah, but will that be enough. We saw what they did to Jack, I don’t want to see a repeat.

Ashley: (shuddering slightly) No one does.

DVD: Maybe I’m just being paranoid.

Ashley grabs a bottle of brandy off the shelf and pours a shot, then hands it to Vic.

Ashley: Here, this will help calm your nerves.

Vic goes to drink it down, but stops just before hitting his lips. He pulls back and we see a picture of Danny’s dog painted on the side of the glass.

DVD: Is this…….

Ashley: A Shotglass shotglass. Spencer designed them, Isn’t it adorable?

DVD: It’s…..something.

With that Vic downs the shot, and we

FADE

[BookerShark]

*We fade in to Davin Moreland in his locker room. It's buzzing with activity from the usual suspects. Samantha and Moonbeam are going through receipts and invoices and such - preparing their taxes it looks like. Shawn Johnson is at another desk. She's on the phone, apparently being yelled at by someone, as she's going through a large pile of Union Grievances. The camera then pulls into the other room, where we see Davin throwing a mini-football with a now-toddling (it's been a while, eh?) Mickie. Davin tosses one pretty high in the air, and Mickie lets it go right through her hands.*

MM: Uh Ohhhhh....WEL-KAH!

DM: That's right sweetie. You totally Welkered that one.

MM: *picks up the dropped ball and stumbles her way into Davin's chest, nearly knocking him over* GWONK!

DM: That's right. You just did a Gronk. Now remember, you can't Gronk everyone. It hurts most people. You've got the hardest soft-spot ever.

MM: E-VAH!

DM: There was a time where all your mother and I wanted you to do was talk...and now...

MM: E-VAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

*There's a knock at the door. Davin, being the closest to unoccupied, answers it. It's Stank. Davin waves him in to the other room where he's playing with Mickie*

S: Hoppin' place today.

MM: UN-CA LUKES!

*Stank looks surprised*

DM: *shrugs* That's from her Mom. I would have made her call you Fatty Fatty Fat Fat.

S: *pats the child on the head* Cute. So where the f----er...."heck" have you been?

*Mickie starts running around in circles. Literally*

DM: *points* I've been a little busy.

S: Why don't you just take her off the road? Send everyone back to Massachusetts like before? Wouldn't that be easier?

DM: I guess a little. But then I'd be sitting here wondering how they were all the time. Plus, I'd like Ms. Harper to know that I'm an actual person - and not just some foul-mouthed douche she sees on TV.

MM: DOUCHE!

DM: Great. That's gonna get me an ass-kicking from her mother. Figures I say 300 words and that's the one she picks out to repeat.

S: My Mom used to whup me good when Jared repeated.....

DM: Yeah, it's all right. So what brings you-

MM: DA-DA! JUICE!

S: Quite a set of lungs on her.

DM: *grabs a juice box out of the mini-fridge, puts the straw in, and hands it to her* Yeah, we're still working on "inside voices". Right now she's got exactly one volume. Ridiculously fucking loud.

MM: FUCK!

DM: Awesome.

S: *starts laughing and recovers* Listen, I just wanted to see if we're on the same page for this Sunday.

DM: Yeah. Sure. Title match. I've won those before.

S: Color me unconvinced. I mean, you've been-

DM: Distracted? Yeah, sure. I've been distracted. Thankfully it's a tag match against a couple of schmos you can beat with one arm tied behind your back.

S: Davin, that's not what I'm talking about.

DM: *sighs* I've just got a weird feeling, ok? Had it a lot lately. I mean "End of Days" just so happens to be the PPV. The irony has not been lost on me. I saw what happened to Outback. I know that I would be prominently featured on any "list" they have. I used to not give a shit about that sort of thing. But now...*cuts his eyes over to Mickie*...I mean, Christ, it's just wrestling. I'm not trying to become a vegetable.

MM: SHIT!

DM: Wow, seriously?

S: Now hold on just a second. That doesn't sound like you. I'll go a step further. I don't think I want someone looking to protect their own ass in my corner.

MM: ASS!

DM: See?

S: That's uncanny.

DM: Now, let me make myself perfectly clear. I am with you 100% for Sunday. Don't believe me? Then-

S: DON'T! Don't...steal it...

DM: Fine. Don't question it. I'm there, ok? Like I said, it's just a feeling.

S: You and Lisa and your "feelings".

DM: Difference is, I don't treat my feelings as undeniable fact. Tell her I said hi when you see her. Hell, I haven't seen anyone lately.

S: I will. You should quit this self-preservation stuff and get back to doing what you do best. A piece of unsolicited advice from one old, washed-up, has-been to another.

DM: Message received, Lucas. Tell you what, I'll try to block out some time tomorrow to run through some tape of the Flyin' Coconuts.

S: *gets up to leave* Sounds good. Bye Mickie.

MM: FATTY FATTY FAT FAT!

DM: I, er...that's just...

S: It's all right. See ya.

*He leaves*

DM: You, my dear, are going to get me in a lot of trouble.

MM: COCK A DOO DOO!

DM: Almost. Daddy's just gotta do something to ditch this feeling.

MM: LIN SUCKS!

DM: Good girl. He does, indeed, suck.

SM: *from the other room* I can hear you you know!

DM: *sigh* Ok Mickie. Hit it!

MM: COCK A DOO DOO MUH FUCK!

SM: *still in the other room* Dammit Davin!

*fade*

[BookerShark]

~~~ Fade in to Russ sitting at a psuedo-news desk. As he begins to talk, clips of the appropriate matches are seen on screen ~~~

Russ: Good evening wrestling fans. I'm OOWF Announcer Russ, and I know you have been excited as I have been watching the Tag Team Showcase these past two weeks. We've seen some great action. Let's see where we are and How we got here.

Right now the standings seem pretty lopsided. As a lot of you tweeted in predicting, Texpress sits at 3-1 and right at the top of the Standings. But the shocker here is how well Attitude Adjuster and Honcho Williams have done. They've scored a win over all three teams in the competition so far and are tied with Texpress for First Place. They even hold the tiebreaker advantage right now and actually control their own destiny this Sunday at End Of Days 7.

Also still in the running are the Saints of Sinners. They are 2-2 and need to win BOTH matches on Sunday, and have Texpress lose both and AA and Honcho lose both as well, throwing the finish into a tiebreaker. I'm not sure what that tiebreaker would be, but that's what Moosehead Jack and Ecosystem are hoping for.

While out of the running for the Showcase win, Phoenix Rising have put on one heck of a showing in the Showcase. Really, they've been in every match and a couple of close calls by officials going the other way could have them easily at 2-2 and right in the thick of the race at this point. With a Sadistic Madness match looming, you think that Alexander Darling and Firewoman will be extra focused on picking up a couple of wins in Swan Island, Honduras

And finally, I;ve tried a number of times to talk to our esteemed general manager, but Selena is being very tight-lipped about what's at stake this Sunday. Is it a Title Shot? Is it a cash prize? Is it a Vague Promise? FOlks, you'll just have to tune in at 8pm eastern this Sunday as the OOWF brings to you End Of Days 7, Live! on Pay Per View.

~~~~ Russ turns from the camera and it begins to fade, when a sharp cut is made to a solid red background. The camera pans back until we see that the background is actually a Soviet flag hung on a wall. and yes, Comrade Sharkoff walks on screen from behind the camera ~~~

Hah! Stupid truck monkeys are not so smart about their passwords. What? You are surprised Comrade Sharkoff knows how to hack into production system and post his own promos? Comrade Sharkoff is much more smarter than these idiot around here. Only thing I cannot do is book matches! Why am I not wrestling on paperview? have I not proved I can beat up any stupid yankee you put me in the ring with. I have beaten the so called world champion. Is New Guard cowards ALL afraid of the Comrade. Fine. I do things myself.

I Challenge ALL Double - O - F Champions. Fight me at paperview. you pick the match. I can beat EVERYONE in this company no matter what match I am in! It matters not! Put me in match and I will WIN! Comrade Sharkoff will be champion VERY soon! stupid New Guard yellow bellies don't want a real challenge! Fine! First man to beat new Guard, I challenge you too. Comrade Sharkoff is Number 1! CCCP Number 1!

~~~ Sharkoff walks back behind the camera and we hear a few keystrokes, then the scene cuts to static ~~~

[BookerShark]

OOWF-TV cuts to a backstage version of the As the Crow Flies set, Crowing is standing centre screen in his usual backstage attire...

Crowing: Welcome to this special, pre-pay-per-view edition of As the Crow Flies, coming from a secret location near the venue in Swan Island. Honduras.

Now, I'm not doing this in the ring, because these segments have attracted the attention of the New Guard in recent weeks and I want to have this be a civilised edition.

It's no secret that I'm pretty focussed on taking the Onslaught championship from J-P Sparxx and I have an opportuniuty to do that at End of Days. However, I've talked enough smack about dear old J-P in recent weeks and I'd rather concentrate on the match that I definately have, which leads me to my guest... please welcome Mai Muyo.

Mai walks in from stage left, dressed quite conservatively apart from the bright colours in her hair, which ends up accentuating her anime style hotness for some reason...

Mai Muyo:... this isn't prayer group...

C: (grinning) No Mai, I invited you here to discuss or match at End of Days, to do some promotional work.

MM: OK, is this going to be some kind of sneak attack?

C: Of course not, I don't do that anymore. Well, not today at least. I just wanted to say that for all I want to beat the living snot out of J-P Sparxx, take his Onslaught title and return the division to glory, if it comes to pass that you beat me in our #1 contender's match on Sunday, I'll be pulling for you to beat him and win the title.

MM: That's really sporting of you, Chris...

C: Not only that, if you beat me and go on to face Sparxx for the title, I will personally do my upmost to make sure that none of the rest of the New Guard get involved, because I'm sick of them squeaking out tainted wins because of Folz and his brass knuckles.

MM: Can't say fairer than that. Thanks for being a rare good sportsman in this company, Crow. In fact, you remind me of someone...

C: Don't say Eco...

MM: Don't be ridiculous. You remind me of Concrete...

C: Wow, thanks for that...

MM: ...but remember what happened to him.

C: Noted. In any case, on Sunday, may the better ma....wrestler, win.

Crowing extends his hand and Mai accepts it and they shake.

MM: One more thing...

Mai slaps Crowing HARD across the face

MM: ... it's not nice to tell lies and make a girl miss her prayer group.

Mai walks off as we see Crowing rubbing his face, grinning broadly and looking after Mai with something like appreciation in his eyes...

C: So be it...

[BookerShark]

*Ghosthead stands on a jagged rock face of Swan Island beach. He looks out over the Caribbean Sea as a storm brews off in the distance. The dark rain clouds release a flash of lightning every thirty seconds or so as the storm makes its way towards the shore where Ghosthead stands. The wind starts to pick up as Ghosthead speaks.*

"Stan Fulton... The OOWF World Champion. At End of Days Stan you face the Ghosthead Killer... The Death Knell. I expect nothing less than bravado from you, afterall our interactions have been practically non existent, and though I hold no malice for you, no illwill toward you... that can change quickly depending solely on your actions this Sunday.

You see I know you belong to a group that is trying to put their stamp on the legacy of this company. In order to do that your group has engaged in... gang style attacks on certain individuals who draw counter to your collective wishes. I would hope for your sake Stan Fulton that you would leave such nonsense out of our match at End of Days. In me... you and your New Guard would find a war you do not want. So for now, I will take you at your word when you say that I have earned my shot, the sentiment being that this will be a straight one on one contest, a chance to prove which one of us is better, which of us will enjoy the pain more, which of us is the one to fear."

*The wind is getting stronger now as Ghosthead pulls his hood over his white dreads. The sky grows dark as flickers of lightning strike the sea about a half mile out.*

"At End of Days Stan Fulton I can only promise you this... you may not be afraid now... but you will be... and it just might cost you your World Heavyweight Championship."

*Ghosthead descends from the rock face as rain begins to pour. We walks up the beach back toward shelter as the camera fades on a roll of thunder.*

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is SITTING~! in the catering area, looking over some notes, when suddenly a dish of what looks like vanilla ice cream is placed in front of her. She looks at it greedily, then frowns when the person who got it for her, Davin Moreland, turns the chair across from her backward and sits in it, facing her.

DM: You know, it's easier to keep notes on wrestlers if you use binders.

FW: I know it's been a while, but I can't--

DM: Relax...first, it's lactose free.

FW: Oh.

DM: And, since you seem to care a lot more about your figure than you once did, it's also fat free.

FW: Oh.

DM: Yeah...No Fun Ice Cream. Trademarked.

FW: You know what would make it fun?

DM: Fat? Flavor?

FW: Sprinkles.

DM: Aaaaah.....

Davin produces a jar of said sprinkles and takes care of that. Fire smiles and digs in.

DM: Look, I'm sorry I haven't been making our appointments. It's amazing how much energy Mickie has. She's like you but smaller and with less impulse control.

FW: There's someone with less impulse control than me?

DM: I was amazed as well.

FW: It's okay. Stank and LD are going to be my...um...."normalized affinal relationships" ... whatevers.

DM: Friends. The rest of the world calls them friends.

FW: That.

Fire finishes her ice cream, while Davin just watches. She notices him doing that.

FW: What?

DM: It's just....you know, having Mickie around--

FW: Which is fucking dangerous, by the way. The New Guard is--

DM: They wouldn't hurt a child.

FW: They kicked a puppy.

DM: Anyway....so watching her....man, it's just...

FW: It's okay, Davin. I don't need you to be my ... whatever. I've learned a lot this last year about who I can rely on, and that it doesn't mean they can't have other responsibilities and stuff.

DM: Well...I just wonder...if you ... if Rose hadn't come back and taken you away....what would have happened, you know?

FW: If you'd been my big brother? Dunno...still woulda had lots of issues. You know...I've got this intense therapy routine with psychotherapy Monday and Thursday, rational emotive behavioral therapy on Tuesdays, then regressive hypnotherapy on Fridays.

DM: Really?

FW: Yeah, apparently the stuff I remember from growing up isn't bad enough. Dr. Freedman likes to dig for more.

DM: Great.

FW: Yeah...anyway, I remember a little bit about being there with you and your mom....and I remember your mom crying when I left...

DM: Wow, I don't remember that even.

FW: Yeah...I dunno, it made me sad and happy at the same time...does that make sense?

DM: Only to me, probably. Look, I know I didn't stop by to see you when you were...

FW: "Under observation?"

DM: That.

FW: It's okay...there were lots of people.

DM: Yeah, but no family. I need to know....it was an accident, right?

FW: *sighing* Yes...I mean...I was definitely drinking to drown my sorrows and passing out for a day or two didn't sound like a bad idea. But...yeah, not like that.

DM: Okay, good. Told Alex?

FW: No.

DM: Not good.

FW: We have family therapy sessions every other week, I'm sure it'll get mentioned there. Dr. Freedman likes to make sure I'm keeping him in the loop.

DM: Which you're not doing.

FW: Sure I am. I'm just waiting until our session...we have training to do, I don't need him getting all emo-sad over whatever. We have matches to win.

DM: Yes you do. Okay...peace out.

FW: See ya. Thanks for the ice cream.

DM: Was it any good?

FW: No, it was disgusting.

Davin laughs and Fire smiles. He gets up to walk away and then comes back.

FW: Yeah?

DM: I just wanted to tell you...you've had about a year and a half of hell, and I know you're struggling with your record and in the ring, and with just being normal right now...but you've made a lot of progress.

FW: Wow...thanks, Davin.

DM: Yeah...I'm pretty proud of you, Cous'.

Fire is clearly taken aback.

FW: Thank you, Davin.

DM: You're welcome, Squirt.

Fire scowls at this, although it's kind of a fake scowl, as Davin *batistalaughs* and walks away.

[BookerShark]

Mai Muyo leaves her little segment with Crowing and bumps into Ecosystem, who she SLAPS across the face much harder than he did Crowing.

Eco: Fuck!

Mai: What the fuck are you doing?

Eco: What the fuck am I doing? Why did you just slap me?

Mai: That was for Honcho this week. She rears back and slaps him again. And that was for Lisa last week. She socks Ecosystem in the face knocking him over. And that one was for me, because I'm sick of sitting back and watching you ruin my life!

Eco: YOUR life?

Mai: YES! MINE! I am done having a black sheep in my family, Junichiro. I am done watching you medicate and use that as an excuse to assault people on Jack's behalf, because you're not actually out of control. There's no "Him" haunting you, there's no voice in your head. All you have are power and control issues. That's it. And you know what?

That's not enough to justify this.

Eco goes to stand up, but Mai kicks him in the face, knocking him back down.

Mai: Why did you go into her locker room on the anniversary? Why did you bring those flowers?

Eco: Fucking...

Eco goes to tackle Mai, but she knees him in the face, knocking him back and causing him to bleed from his nose.

Mai: WHY DID YOU DO THAT?

Eco: Because...I'm in her head, and I'm going to stay there. And you can't stop...

Mai leaps on top of Eco, grabs his face and screams in it.

Mai: YOU'RE NOT! You're not in her head.

Eco: Oh, but I am.

Mai: Not in a way that's meaningful to your ends.

Eco: It's a...longer game...fuck you, get off me...

Mai: Really? What's the purpose of me assaulting you right now?

Eco: HOW SHOULD I KNOW?

Mai: How should you know? It should be factored into your plans, shouldn't it? You're such a puppetmaster, you should have accounted for my emotions, right? Or tell me this: have you forgotten the plan? Have you become so enamored with the idea that you are always the puppetmaster...that you forgot the plan?

Eco: ...

Mai: You have not been in Fire's head in any way that will bring her back to you. You have not broken down Alex in any way that would give you a satisfying revenge. I think you haven't controlled Moose in the slightest, but even if you have, you've only been able to provoke him to stupid destructive behaviors, and nothing constructive to your ends.

Eco: ...I'll find a way.

Mai: NO YOU WON'T.

Eco grunts, reaching his arm out to a wrench. Mai looks to the side and smirks.

Mai: You always taught me, Junichiro. Move silently. Grunting is such an unnecessary signal.

Mai grabs the wrench and swings it toward Eco's head. Eco uses the leverage shift to roll out of the way in time. Eco goes for a low superkick, but Mai drops under and jams the wrench up into the back of Eco's leg. As he hobbles, Mai comes up with a swift low blow, taking Eco down.

Mai: Ah. Nice leverage trick. You made me cheat a bit.

Mai takes a knee and looks at the face of the bleeding Eco, who is grabbing his knee and crotch.

Mai: Brother. I love you. But I'm tired of this game, because you're not even playing to win.

Accept defeat, reset, and give me my older brother back.

Mai gets up, flagging over an on-site EMT who has been hanging back in terror. He runs over as Mai leaves, checking on Eco's somewhat superficial injuries.

FADE

[BookerShark]

<Mai turns to walk away and gets blindsided by a right cross from Moose that nearly knocks her out. Moose grabs the back of her head and forces her to look into his eyes>

Whatever the deal is between you and Eco.......honestly I don't fucking care. But He wants us to win the tag team titles, and we can't do that if you are attacking him. Do it again, and I will ruin you little girl. Do we understand one another? Good.

<Moose shoves her and gets up and walks away>

[BookerShark]

As Moose is leaving, he hears a sharp laugh from Mai...one that echoes Eco's usual cackle. He turns around.

Mai: (trying to stagger upward) You know...You know there's no real Firewoman.

MHJ: Don't test me, little girl.

Mai: No, but that's the funny thing, Jack...Mai takes a pill bottle out from her pocket and shakes it...there's no authentic self. You say pills change us? You say your sister has become a joke once she dared, and I can't even say it with as much disdain as you, medicate herself?

Now Jack...you don't believe in God any more, do you?

MHJ: (taking a menacing step toward Mai) Does it matter if Satan believes in God?

Mai winces and stumbles, but reclaims her posture.

Mai: Maybe. Because if you believe that there's no soul...nothing out there beyond us...then all our minds are, all our hopes and dreams, all our hatred and resentment....it's all just neurons firing and misfiring, chemical reactions to stimuli. And whether or not He is real...you can adjust that chemistry, and you won't hear Him anymore. And you'll be different, sure. But you'll be different a year from now, when your brain chemistry changes.

Without the Soul, there is no Self, Jack.

MHJ: You know nothing of Him. You know nothing of which you speak. You give me a silly little science talk when you couldn't get into a fancy rich-people college like your brother...your megalomaniacal brother has much to teach you, after we're done winning the tag team titles.

Mai rolls her eyes back into her head and shrieks, loudly, twitching. Jack looks taken aback, as she moves her eyes back to face Jack and calmly wipes her mouth.

Mai: I know one thing of which I speak. You can be pulled back from madness, Jack.

Mai exits, stumbling.

FADE

[BookerShark]

Cut to Matt Folz and Jaime McAllister standing in front of an Officiall OOWF promo banner.

JM: Welcome OOWF fans, I'm Jaime McAllister here with the best wrestler in the OOWF not to currently hold a title, Matt Folz. Matt, tonight at End of Days 7, you face El Lobo Sangriento. What are your thoughts heading into that match?

MF: Lobo's a damn good wrestler, but he's not in my class. I'm looking forward to going out there, showing off my skills and making Lobo tap.

JM: That it?

MF (Shrugs): I'm better than him by far, it's the curtain jerking match, I'm not going to put that much effort into promoting it.

JM: Alright, moving on..... as a former Invitational winner, what's your prediction for tonight's final?

MF: My prediction is that it doesn't matter. Stan can, and already has, beat them both.

JM (rolling eyes): Hon, give me something to work with here.

MF: Ok, ok. If this were some shitty Disney movie, Danny wins, goes on to beat Stan, get's his revenge for what happened to OBJ and delivers a major shot to the New Guard. The problem with that scenario is that this isn't a movie, this is real life. And in real life, I'll ALWAYS bet on the more talented guy in the ring. And out of those two? Put my money on LD Williams winning tonight and getting the honor of being the next sacrificial lamb to the New Guard.

JM: Last thing...... you're promising a major event tomorrow afternoon. Want to give the audience any hints?

MF: They'll just have to wait and see.

[BookerShark]

*fade in to Chris Evans, who is standing by with a SFJ*

SFJ: Lionheart, tonight you defend your Intercontinental championship tonight against Psykle and Ricky Soaring Eagle, both of which have different reasons for wanting to beat you. Your thoughts?

Evans: Well, seeing how neither of them bothered to say anything about this upcoming match, that should tell you all you need to know about how I feel about them. Psykle is a lost soul, trying to find his place in this business, wanting to be accepted. Kinda reminds me of myself, that is, before I finally grew a pair and decided that the only one that I should be trying to worry about is myself.

And as for Ricky Sore Asshole, thanks for that line, Sparxx, like I’ve said before, he’s basically a Moose clone. He wants everyone to feel his pain, to suffer like he has suffered. Well, if he wants to know what true pain is like, all he needs to do is to get on the bad side of the New Guard. Just ask Outback Jack.

SFJ: Last thing: there’s been a lot of talk surrounding your intentional disqualification in your match against LD Williams. Are you willing to say what that was all about?

They think there’s some sort of conspiracy, or that I’m actually afraid of facing Danny. Think about it, though. I already proved myself to be better than LD, so the finals would end up being me versus some broken-down, never-will-be in Danny Taylor. I’m not gonna give Danny the satisfaction in facing me and thinking that he’s anywhere near being at my level, so that’s the reason why I intentionally got myself disqualified. But if he truly wants to embarrass himself, I’ll let him face me, but only when I feel that he’s ready for me, no other time. And there’s not a damn thing that he can do about that.

Trust Me.

*fade to black*

[BookerShark]

*fade back in to Chris Evans, who is walking away after his promo*

RSE: Nice speech there, Evans. There is only one thing, and one thing only that you said correct in that promo, though.

E: Yeah, and whats that?

RSE: That by the end of the night, you will FEEL MY PAIN!

E: Okay, two things: one, if you think for one second that I’m afraid of some Moosehead Jack wannabe, you’re crazier than I thought you were. And second...man, you really need to settle down. Here...

*Evans hands Ricky Soaring Eagle 20 bucks*

There’s 20 bucks for you. Go find Lexie and get a quick blowjob before the match, it’s on me, alright, big guy?

Upon hearing this, Ricky grabs Evans by the throat and pushes him against the wall.

RSE: Don’t you think for one fucking second that I will allow myself to be made a fool of by the likes of you. You think what you did to Outback Jack scares me in the slightest? What you did, is mere child’s play, compared to what I have done in the past. Look at me...LOOK AT ME, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!! Your Intercontinental title will be mine, and then everyone here will truly know what pain feels like.

*Evans starts smiling for some reason, and then begins chuckling*

RSE: You think this is some joke?! I’ll kill you!

*Evans motions to Ricky to look behind him. As Ricky turns his head, he is met by a hard right hand by Folz. The rest of the New Guard, who had been standing by without Ricky knowing about it, begin stomping and punching the prone Soaring Eagle*

*Evans grabs his throat in discomfort*

E: See, that’s the difference between me and you, Ricky. When I run my mouth, I know that I can actually back it up, and there’s 5 guys right here that can do the same. And with you being a Native American, you of all people should know that when one wolf is attacked, the rest of the pack will tear the attacker to shreds.

See you in the ring, bitch.

*the New Guard walk away from the unconscious Ricky Soaring Eagle as we fade to black*

[BookerShark]

SFJ#9 - Stank, you have been-

Stank - Let me cut you off right there, Cindy. I've been what... quiet? Non-forthcoming? Absent? Leave that kind of thinking to the New Guard, sweety. Let THEM think I've been quiet. Meanwhile let them stew as they continue to lose their Gold to the likes of LD Williams, Davin Moreland, and myself. Tonight there will be no excuses as the campaign to relieve the champs of their championships continues. Davin and I will destroy the Dying Hawaiians and take the The OOWF Tag Team Championships to become the gnarliest double champions in OOWF history. We took your Trios belts Kai, and Aina. Tonight we take the tag team belts. It's the End of Days for Hawaiians, Cindy.

For Davin and I... it's just the beginning. The New Guard... they hide behind lies and deceit. I'm not above either except when the lie is being told to ones self. They look at a guy like me and call me washed up. One look at the rankings will confirm what a retarded notion that is. They tire of seeing guys like me at the top... but they can't do anything to keep us from there.

The facts are these... ratings are down. Attendence is slow. This company is in trouble and the so called New Guard are not the answer. They say they want to clean up this shit hole... well so do I... and that starts by taking out the garbage called The New Guard.

Before it was called Three Piece Set, Then it was called The Heroes Guild, Trinity, The Brass Knuckle Kings, it doesn't matter what you call it now. Call it a day if you must because in the end the ones left standing will be the ones calling The New Guard... beaten.

Don't believe me?

[BookerShark]

**Darling Locker Room**

Alexander and Fire are going over some last minute preparations when there is a knock on the door. Lucky motions that he will get it and he opens the door as we focus back on Alex and Fire looking at tape of AA and Honcho.

Lucky: Uh, guys...someone is here to see you.

Fire and Alex pause the TV and turn to see this woman with a microphone...



She says she's here to interview you.

Firewoman: Isn't it a bit late for this and besides, I know all of the SFJ's and you aren't...Who are you?

Woman with a microphone: I'm Quorra. I was sent by a concerned party that you two, despite all your training together have forgotten the other aspects of your job.

Alexander: Is that so?

Quorra: It is and she says if you don't kick it into gear, no matter how hurt she is right now, she'll find a way to meet up with you both and kick both of your asses.

Firewoman: As if she could...

Quorra: She said you would say that and I was told to tell you, this time you wouldn't like it.

Fire actually laughs as Alex just shakes his head.

Alexander: Let's do it then...

The Phoenix Rising image drops down behind Quorra to produce a nice visual as Alex and Fire join her...

Quorra: This Tag Team Showcase is entering it's third show and to be honest, you two have looked like crap. Care to comment...

Alexander: You don't hold back, do you?

Firewoman: Can I curbstomp her after this is done?

Alexander: No dear because she's right. We have looked like crap and I could make excuses. The Texans are one of the best tag teams in the world. AA is a veteran and a tag team specialist who knows his way around the rulebook. Honcho is as talented a new wrestler as I've seen and has clicked with AA in a way that I didn't think was possible.

Quorra: And the 4th team in the Showcase...the Saints of Sinners. Two men who are seemingly in both of your heads and who tonight you face in a Sadistic Madness match. How does it feel to know that even they have a chance to win this, while you don't.

Firewoman: We can't deny the truth that we haven't been at our best in these matches, but this is a work in progress and I can guarantee one thing. The fact that Moose and *deep breath* Ecosystem need to win both matches to win the showcase means exactly one thing to me. They WILL NOT WIN. In our heads, it's true, Moose has been in Alexander's head for years and Eco's been in mine for less but the fact is you're right, they have been in our heads but it doesn't change the fact that we are in theirs.

Quorra: How so?

Alexander: Because at the end of the day, we're the ones making the decision to move on. We're not allowing them to dictate the course of action our lives take. For a long time, even as we denied it, they manipulated the way things were going to happen. Jack manipulated me into walking a path that is no longer my path. It doesn't mean I can't fight him on his level, but it does mean I am better than him and I don't have to let it consume me. And Fire has shown time and time again just how strong she is internally. How much she has...

Firewoman: Let me...I still have nightmares. I still have images burned into my memory from acts I have committed but it's time to move on. I've been forgiven by my friends and by my family so it's time to forgive myself and enter the next path of my journey. Tonight, we finish with the Saints of Sinners, one way or another and we begin walking a new path.

Quorra: Moose has already claimed this is just avoiding the issue. That Alex is even forcing you to change who you really are. What do you say to that?

Firewoman: Moose talks a lot and for a long time, maybe he did know me the best. And he can talk about how Firewoman is dead and I'm just Lisa Darling now and you know what...maybe a small part of Firewoman has died, but he's fooling himself if he thinks I'm not capable of doing what is necessary when the time comes. Just because I can allow bits of darkness within me without allowing it to consume me...it doesn't make me a lesser person Jackie. It makes me better. It makes me real. It makes me Lisa "Firewoman" Darling...the best of both worlds. And it just eats you up that deep down, you know that this is the truth. I'm a better person than you AND I'm a better wrestler than you, in every single definition of the word.

Alexander: Couldn't have said it better myself. We're no longer going to allow others to dictate our future. Phoenix Rising hasn't gotten off to the best start, but it's time to rise like the Phoenix of mythology and we will start that journey tonight.

Quorra: How can you be so sure?

Alexander: Because we are Phoenix Rising, and they're just not...

Firewoman: And that sparkles with me...

**Fade**

[BookerShark]

Fade back in, actually. Quorra gets done and leaves. Fire just rolls her eyes.

AD: What?

FW: By the way, thanks for going to Selena behind my back. You could have at least told me or we could have discussed not facing Saints of Sinners after this, OR the Sadistic Madness match OR--

AD: Yeah, but then you'd just be bitchin' at me about it like you are now

he says with a playful smile, as he throws a towel at her. She catches it and throws it back.

FW: Very funny, but--

AD: Fire...how much do you want to win the tag team belts?

FW: Championships....and more than just about anything.

AD: So we need to grow more as a team. We are great, but we need to be better than great. And we can't develop if we're against Saints of Sinners all the time. I spend all of my time making sure Eco's not hypnotizing you again, and you spend all yours making sure Moose doesn't kill me. We can't develop as a team that way.

FW: .....Okay.....what about tonight?

AD: Well, see, that's why they actually have matches instead of just deciding who the winner is.

FW: ....really.

AD: You know what I mean. Besides. Sadistic Madness....there will be blood. You like blood.

FW: Fine...but no more going being my back.

AD: Promise.

*FADE*

[BookerShark]

OOWF End of Days 7
Live! From Swan Island, Honduras

CROWING vs. MAI MUYO – Winner Gets and Onslaught Title Shot Tonight

“Micah” by Russian Circles plays and Crowing makes his way to the ring. The fans cheer for the OOWF veteran, and he springs over the top rope and climbs to the top turnbuckle and poses for the fans. “Hero” by Skillet plays, and Mai Muyo races to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. The fans also roar for her. Crowing and Mai meet in the middle of the ring and shake hands. This match will be contested under Onslaught rules, and the winner will get an Onslaught championship match TONIGHT! The referee calls for the bell, and this one is underway!

They lock up and Crowing grabs an arm wringer, but Mai quickly flips out of it. Mai reveres it into an arm drag take down, and when Crowing springs back to his feet, Mai tries a spinning heel kick, but Crowing ducks it and tries to take out her plant leg, but Mai leaps over his sweep. She grabs a side headlock, but Crowing tries to send her to the ropes, but Mai reverses it and sends him. Crowing tries a clothesline, but Mai does the Matrix ducks and Crowing hits the far ropes and rebounds. Mai catches him with a drop kick to the knee that sends him to the mat. Mai pounces on Crowing and takes him over in a Maghistral cradle for a one count. Crowing kicks out , but Mai grabs the arm and works him to the mat with a hammerlock, then flips over Crowing’s back, locking the hammerlock in hard trying for a submission. Crowing won’t quit, and he works to his feet and slips free. Mai is quick to her feet and leaps up and tries a HURRACARANA but Crowing catches her and PLANTS her on the mat and immediately tries to trap her in the D-TUNER but Mai grabs him in an inside cradle for a two count.

Crowing kicks out and both come up to their feet quickly, but Crowing is a little faster and he catches Mai with a spinning heel kick to the gut that doubles her over. Crowing runs the ropes and KILLS Mai with a clothesline, then covers for a two count. Crowing pulls Mai to her feet and sends her to the corner, Mau scales the ropes and turns and tries a cross body block, but Crowing leaps into the air and catches Mai and falls to the mat driving his knees into her ribs! Mai falls to the mat gasping for air, Crowing covers, but Mai is able to roll her shoulder at two.

Crowing pulls Mai to her feet and drops her to the mat with a belly to belly suplex, then pulls her back up and hits a series of three snap suplexes, pulls her up for the fourth, keeps her up there to think about it for a moment, then drives her to the mat with a BRAINBUSTER! Crowing floats over and gets a two count, Mai barely rolls her shoulder before the three count.

Crowing grabs Mai’s legs and turns her over in the D-TUNER but Mai reaches out and grabs the ropes and forces the break

Mai Muyo has used her first rope break

Crowing pulls Mai to her feet and sends her to the ropes and POPS her with a SUPERKICK! Mai goes down in a heap and Crowing falls on her and covers, but again, Mai kicks out at two. Crowing spends the next few minutes working Mai over trying to keep her shoulders down, but he can’t. Time is not on their side either, there is only a fifteen minute time limit in this match. Crowing plants Mai with a MICHINOKU DRIVER and heads to the top rope. Crowing tries a MOONSAULT but Mai moves out of the way and Crowing crashes and burns. Mai struggles to her feet as the crowd roars their approval. Mai grabs Crowing and hits a BRIDGING DRAGON SUPLEX, but Crowing kicks out at two. Mai does not let go of his arms though and turns it into CATTLE MUTILATION! Crowing howls in pain as Mai has the submission move locked on perfectly. Crowing struggles to free himself, but Mai will not let go. He finally manages to work his body close enough to the ropes that he can get his toe on the bottom rope forcing the break.

Crowing has used his first rope break

Crowing slides out of the ring to the floor and tries to get the pain out of his shoulders and upper back. Mai realizes that time is of the essence and slides out of the ring and grabs Crowing and rolls him back in. She covers him, but Crowing kicks out at two. Mai pulls Crowing up and shoves him into the corner and sets him on the top rope and climbs up for a superplex. Crowing blocks the move and we have a fight on the top rope. Crowing lands several headbutts that sends Mai to the mat, but she kips up and climbs right back to the top rope and tries again, only to be send right back to the floor. The third time, Mai charges into the corner and scales the ropes, leaps up and tries a TOP ROPE HURRACARANA! But Crowing holds on and turns it into a TOP ROPE POWERBOMB! Mai slams to the mat hard, Crowing holds onto her legs and immediately turns her over into the D-TUNER! Crowing leans back as hard as he can, and Mai has no chance of making it to the ropes. She tries to power out of it, but Crowing just bends her further back. Finally Mai has no choice, she taps out.
WINNER in 14:22 – Crowing

After the match, Crowing helps Mai to her feet and they shake hands Mai raises Crowing’s hand in a show of respect. The fans eat it up, until JP Sparxx slides into the ring, grabs Crowing from behind, spins him around and PASTES him upside the head with the Onslaught title! Crowing drops to the mat in a heap, and we see he has been split wide open. Sparxx then turns and gives the same thing to a stunned Mai. The New Guard member stands over his victims, drapes the Onslaught title over his shoulder and smirks, then leaves the ring to the boos of the crowd.

PHOENIX RISING vs. ATTITUDE ADJUSTER & HONCHO WILLIAMS – Tag Team Showcase

Honcho Williams and Attitude Adjuster are out first, accompanied by CC Scott and OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline. The crowd boos them, but there are some nostalgia cheers for AA mixed in as well. They climb into the ring and Honcho warms up while AA gets some last minute advice from the DDT champion. Phoenix Rising steps onto the stage and the crowd erupts. Firewoman and Alexander Darling pause at the top of the ramp to soak in the cheers and then make their way to the ring. They climb in and referee Angelo Barros calls both teams to the middle of the ring. He gives them their instructions and sends them to their corners, and Scott helps (carries) the DDT champion out of the ring as he calls for the bell.

Fire and AA start things out. They circle and move to lock up, and Fire slaps him across the face. AA takes a step back holding his cheek and glares at her. He moves back in and she slaps him a second time. AA pleads his case to the ref, who points out that it was an open hand. AA moves in a third time and gets slapped AGAIN. Hurling obscenities, AA stomps to his corner and makes the tag. Honcho comes in and locks up with Fire. He grabs a headlock, and AA screams at him to bring her to the corner. Honcho obliges and makes the tag. AA takes over the headlock. Fire breaks out of it, so AA stomps on her foot. He sends Fire to the ropes and throws a clothesline, but Fire ducks it and comes back with a punch to the gut. She follows up with an elbow to the back of the neck. She hooks AA and snaps him over with a suplex, and floats over and hammers him in the face with forearms.

Fire pulls AA up and AA goes to the eyes. Fire stumbles back and AA drops her with a clothesline. AA grabs Fire’s leg and kicks her knee, and then lets out a whooo! before going for a step over toehold. Fire plants her free foot in his backside and sends him stumbling. AA turns, and Fire kips up into a clothesline that takes him to the mat. Fire stomps on him and then pulls him up into a front facelock and hauls him to the corner to make the tag. Fire and Alex work AA over in the corner. They each wind an arm and take him over with a tandem hiptoss, and Alex bounces off the ropes and drops a knee into AA’s face. Alex pulls AA to his feet and snaps him over with a suplex. He sits him up, hits the ropes, and dropkicks him in the face. Alex sends AA to the ropes and levels him with a high knee, and drags him to the Phoenix Rising corner. He rolls AA over and grabs his arm, and reaches for the tag. Fire takes over the arm, grabs the other, and hits a Firestomp. Fire runs up the ropes and hits a Firesault. She hooks the leg, but AA drapes a foot over the bottom rope at two.

Fire drags AA to his feet and sends him to the ropes. AA grabs the ropes frantically as he hits, stopping his momentum. Fire charges, and AA bails out to the floor. Honcho drops off the apron to discuss strategy, but AA brushes past him and goes to consult Johnny. AA has his back to the ring, and Fire charges, diving through the ropes. AA has eyes in the back of his head, however, and sidesteps. Fire slams into the cut out and lands on top of it. A referee materializes out of the ether and counts, but AA drags Fire off, saving the DDT champion’s reign. AA drags Fire to the Botswanan announce table and tries to slam her head into it, but Fire blocks and elbows him in the gut. Fire staggers AA with a palm strike, and then hops onto the table and delivers a flying knee. She rolls onto the ring to break the count and then heads back to the floor. Fire pulls AA to his feet and drags him toward the ring. AA drives a shoulder into her midsection and runs her into the apron. AA lifts Fire onto the apron and delivers a forearm smash. AA slides into the ring, grabs her by the hair and drags her through the ropes. He hauls her to the corner and makes the tag.

AA holds Fire open and Honcho comes in with a kick to the ribs. Honcho winds Fire’s arm and flips her to the mat, and then delivers a series of kicks. He pulls Fire up into a front facelock, and then switches his grip to a double underhook and hits a suplex. Honcho bounces off the ropes and hits a falling forearm smash. He hooks the leg, but Fire kicks out at one. Honcho pulls Fire up and staggers her with a European uppercut, and then shoves her into the corner. He lifts Fire onto the turnbuckles, but Fire kicks him in the head before he can follow up. AA climbs onto the ropes behind her and pins her arms, allowing Honcho to climb up and hit a belly-to-belly suplex. Honcho covers, but Alex is in to break it up at two. AA is in to protest, one hand behind his back waving frantically at #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline to interfere. The DDT Champion is still out from the earlier attack, however, and can’t oblige. Eventually, Barros gets AA back to his corner.

Fire crawls toward her corner. Honcho grabs her ankle and hauls her to her feet. Fire tries to hit an enzugiri, but Honcho ducks it and catches that leg as well. He tries for a wheelbarrow suplex, but Fire throws her weight forward and turns it into a rollup. Honcho kicks out, and the momentum sends Fire toward her corner, where she makes the hot tag to Alex. Alex sprints past Honcho and slams AA with an elbow. He turns and runs at Honcho, ducking a clothesline and coming back with a flying forearm. Alex stomps away, and then pulls Honcho up and takes him over with a suplex. Alex goes to the ropes and hits a leg drop, and then rolls Honcho to his feet and stuns him with a forearm. Alex pulls Honcho’s arm across his throat and hauls him onto his shoulders, but Honcho rolls off and lands behind him. Honcho with a release German suplex, but Alex manages to land on his feet. Honcho gets up, and Alex delivers a dropkick to the knee. Alex drops a pair of elbows and pulls Honcho to his feet. He winds an arm and pins it in a hammerlock, and then wraps his free arm around Honcho’s neck and hauls him back into a modified lungblower. Alex goes to the ropes - and AA low bridges him.

AA attacks Alex on the floor. Fire drops off the apron and circles the ring, but stumbles over the prone form of #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline, which delays her long enough for Barros to get in her way and order her back to her corner. Barros moves on to AA, who throws his hands in the air and gets in one final stomp to Alex’s head before returning to his corner as well. Alex gets slowly to his feet and slides back into the ring. Honcho is waiting and drives a knee into the back of Alex’s head. Honcho pulls Alex to his feet and works him over, and then sends him to the corner and makes the tag.

Honcho picks Alex up and drops him back-first across his knee, holding him in place as AA slowly climbs to the second rope. AA leaps and drops and elbow into Alex’s throat. AA makes the cover (putting his feet on the ropes, naturally) as Honcho turns to cut off Fire, who‘s sprinting across the ring. Fire doesn‘t even slow down and flips over Honcho, landing on AA just in time to break the count. Fire rolls out to the floor and Barros sends Honcho back to his corner.

AA drags Alex to his feet and sends him to the ropes. He ducks his head a split second too soon and Alex rolls over him. AA turns around and throws a punch, but Alex ducks it and hits a German suplex. He rolls through it and hits another one, taking them to the Phoenix Rising corner. He reaches out and makes the tag. Fire drags AA to his feet and hands him off to Alex, who pulls the arm across his throat and hauls him onto his shoulders. Fire climbs the ropes. Alex hits the Darling Driver and rolls away as Fire lands the Firesault. She covers, and Alex spears the charging Honcho Williams as Barros slides into position and counts One…Two…Three.
WINNERS, in 18:02, Phoenix Rising.

TEXPRESS vs. SAINTS OF SINNERS – TagTeam Showcase

“God Blessed Texas” plays and Texpress make their way to the ring. Chad and Zane slap hands with the fans and climb into the ring and play to the fans, who go insane. Women swoon as Chad climbs the turnbuckle and poses for them. The celebration is quickly tempered when “Laser Cannon Deth Sentence” plays and Moosehead Jack and Ecosystem make their way to the ring. They step between the ropes and immediately attack. Moose goes after Chad while Eco goes after Zane. The referee hastily calls for the bell and this one is underway!

Moose and Chad spill out of the ring and Moose hammers Chad with punches to the face, trying to make good on his promise to disfigure the pretty boy. Officials rush to ringside to break them up and try to restore order to the match. They manage to get Chad and Moose separated before anyone gets hurt and sends them to opposite corners. Meanwhile inside the ring, Zane has reversed the attack from Ecosystem and has him trapped in the corner and delivers the ten punches of doom. Zane lets Eco go and he staggers out of the corner. Zane grabs him from behind and hits an ATOMIC DROP that leaves Eco on wobbly legs. Zane bounds off the ropes and takes Eco down with a clothesline, then tags in Chad.

Chad comes in and pulls Eco up and sends him to the ropes and connects with a drop kick to the jaw that sends Eco to the mat. Chad covers, but Eco kicks out at two. As Chad pulls Eco to his feet, Eco connects with a scientific thumb to the eye, then kicks Chad in the gut and hits a HANGMAN’S NECKBREAKER. Eco grabs Chad’s legs, makes a wish then drops a fist right into his manregion making all the SFJ’s in the back cry in pain. Eco keeps hold of Chad’s legs, and traps him in a figure four, but doesn’t really try for the submission, instead he reaches out and tags in Moose.

Moose comes into the ring and climbs to the second rope and drops a knee across Chad’s leg. Chad howls in pain, his leg could be broken! Eco releases the hold and slips out of the ring while Moose stomps on Chad’s face. Moose and Eco work Chad over for several minutes, showing vastly improved tag team work. Moose tags in Eco and Eco pulls Chad up and sends him to the ropes, Eco drops to the mat and as Chad steps over Eco, Moose KILLS him with a BUISAKU KNEE! Eco rolls Chad up, but the Texan kicks out at two.

Eco lifts Chad onto his shoulders and drops him throat first on the top rope, as Chad staggers backward, Eco nails him with a LUNGBLOWER for another two count, then tags Moose back in. Moose pulls Chad to his feet and Chad fights back and rocks Moose with several European uppercuts. Chad tries a kick, but Moose catches his leg so Chad levels him with an ENZUGURI! Chad crawls toward his corner, urged on by the fans. Moose gets to his feet and grabs Chad’s leg, but Chad turns over and repeatedly kicks Moose in the face finally freeing himself to make the hot tag to Zane.

The crowd roars as Zane comes in and clotheslines Moose to the mat. Eco comes in and gets the same thing, then Zane pulls him to his feet and launches him over the top rope to the floor. Moose gets to his feet and Zane grabs him in a bear hug and throws him across the ring with a RELEASE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Moose lands on the back of his head and is dazed. Zane climbs onto the apron and waits for Moose to struggle to his feet. As he does, Zane launches himself into the ring and NAILS Moose with a flying shoulder tackle. Zane pulls Moose up and lifts him for a suplex, then turns that into a JACKHAMMER! Zane covers, but Eco comes flying into the ring and breaks it up with an elbow to the back of Zane’s head.

The referee chases Eco back out of the ring and Texpress take over, using quick tags to keep the fresh man in the ring, and keep Moose cut off from a tag. Zane takes Moose down with a slingshot suplex and tags Chad in who springboards over the top rope and drops a leg right across Moose’s chest for a two count. Chad backs Moose into the corner and tries a whip, but Moose rakes his eyes and unleashes a VIOLENCE PARTY! Moose falls on Chad after he is done but Zane breaks it up at two. Both men are down and crawl toward their corners. Moose tags in Eco, but Chad makes the tag to Zane before Eco can get to him.

Zane explodes into the ring again, but this time Eco catches him with a kick to the gut, grabs him by the head and hits SLICED BREAD! Eco pops to his feet and turns around and gets caught right on the jaw from a SUPERKICK from Chad! Eco falls to the mat, dazed. Zane pulls him up and whips him hard into the corner and connects with a running kick to the jaw that nearly knocks Eco out. Zane calls for the TORTURE RACK and starts to lift Eco, but Eco slips off his back and spins Zane around and plants him with the ENDGAME! Both men are down and the referee starts the ten count. As they both get to their feet, Moose and Chad charge into the ring, Moose BLASTS Zane with a HEARTPUNCH while Chad nearly cuts Eco in half with a SPEAR! Chad and Moose turn on one another and once again, they tumble out of the ring to the floor.

Inside the ring, Eco gets to his feet first and climbs the ropes for a MOONSAULT. Zane gets to his feet as Eco leaps, he catches Eco and, not really sure if this is what he was going for or not, but he hits a SITOUT PILEDRIVER! Both men are down, Eco’s knee SLAMMED Zane in the forehead and Eco, well Eco just got dropped on his head. Zane manages to drape an arm across Eco’s chest, the referee sees this and counts one, two, three.
WINNERS in 37:11 – Texpress

Tag Team Showcase Rankings
Texpress 4-1
Attitude Adjuster & Honcho Williams 3-2
Saints of Sinners 2-3
Phoenix Rising 1-4

MATT FOLZ vs. EL LOBO SANGRIENTO

This contest kicks off with the introduction of the New Guards Matt Folz. He makes his way to the ring to a chorus of boos. He does not seem to care, taunting them the whole way to the ring. El Lobo Sangriento is announced next and the crowd erupts into cheers. Lobo wastes no time and runs down sliding into the ring. Folz tries to get the quick jump on him, but Lobo is up and both men start exchanging haymakers. The ref shrugs and calls for the bell.

As the two exchange blows, Folz gets the upper hand, and shoots Lobo to the ropes. Folz ducks for the back body drop, but Lobo lucha rolls across his back and continues his momentum launching off the opposite rope. Folz turns just in time to catch a flying cross body from Lobo. The cover is made, but Folz kicks out at two. Both men are back up, and Folz reaches out with the classic thumb to the eye, blinding Lobo. Folz follows up with a European style uppercut that rocks Lobo. Folz then pulls him over with a snap suplex, floating over for a cover that also only gets one.

Folz grabs Lobo's leg and flips him over into a single leg crab. Lobo struggles against it but does not appear to be giving up. Folz spins it around into an STF, but Lobo continues to fight and is able to make it to the ropes calling for the break. Folz waits until almost the full five before releasing the hold. Matt is up and jaws with the ref, as Lobo pulls himself to his feet with the ropes. Folz turns and charges at him, but Lobo drops him over the rope and to the arena floor below.

Folz crashes hard, and Lobo takes off with a running start off the opposite ropes. Folz is up, but is quickly sent into the barricade do to Lobos baseball slide dropkick. Lobo tosses Folz back into the ring and slingshot legdrops himself back in on top of Folz. Lobo covers, but Folz kicks out at two. Lobo pulls Folz up and sends him to the corner turnbuckle, he follows in with a clothesline. Lobo then lays in with some loud chops to Folz's chest. The ref calls for the clean break, and Lobo backs away.

Folz fires out of the corner with a shoulderblock catching Lobo off guard. He then sends Lobo into the corner, and plants a big boot. He follows it up with Kevin Nash style back elbows. The ref tries to pull Folz out of the corner, but Folz refuses. The ref begins to count and Folz moves forward, keeping the ref between him and Lobo, then kicks back catching Lobo with a low blow unseen by the ref. Folz pulls the stunned Lobo into a small package grabbing a handful of tights for good measure, and is able to get the three count, stealing a win.
WINNER in 13:29 Matt Folz

Post match rolls out of the ring, arms raised high in victory as a disappointed Lobo slaps the mat in frustration.

PHOENIX RISING vs. SAINTS OF SINNERS – Tag Team Showcase – Sadistic Madness Match

There’s no need to get into the history here as it’s been well documented and we all know it. From recent actions though this seems like it might be the end to one of the chapters of this epic story as Alexander Darling has stated it’s time to move on and Moosehead Jack has made a claim of wanting the OOWF Tag Team Titles. That chance was ruined earlier tonight, so this match has nothing on the line except pride and personal satisfaction. Moosehead Jack and Ecosystem are out first and there are thunderous boos from the crowd here that Moose and Eco seem to revel in. They are dressed in street clothes as they are prepared for battle here. As they get to the ring, they both drop to the ground and pull out some plunder from under the ring; tables, barb wire, thumbtacks, etc. A few seconds later A Perfect Circle’s “Counting Bodies…” begins to play and the team of Alex and Fire step out. Fire’s in black and red, Alex in black and green and each are carrying a bag of weapons as well. They race down to the ring and slide under the bottom rope and before you know it, we are underway.

Fire and Eco go right after each other as do Moose and Alex and this one will not be for the faint of heart as the only way to win this match is by pinfall or submission after making both of your opponents bleed. The refs scatter as they are going to let these 4 try to kill each other. Wrestling is basically out the window even though we do see some glimpses of it, especially when Eco and Alex pair off as Ecosystem looks to be trying to prove himself on Alexander’s level as a wrestler, but for the most part it’s just pure unadulterated violence between the two teams. Weapons are used without thought or care for the other’s well being and it doesn’t take long for the blood to start flowing. Alex is the first to taste his own blood as he gets caught by Eco in a typical indy-wrestling counter sequence but as they both pop up to their feet, Alexander is spun around by Moose and slammed upside the head with a coal miner’s glove with glass and tacks taped to it. Alex falls like a ton of bricks, but before Moose and Eco can continue the double-team, Firewoman slides back into the ring and drops MHJ with a LUNGBLOWER.

Eco heads over and drags Fire up by her hair, but FW fights back and starts throwing punches and Eco returns the favor. They brawl around the ring until they wind up in a corner with Fire throwing some nasty knife-hand chops. Eco finally has enough of that and spins positions and picks Fire up and places her on the top turnbuckle. They trade punches as Eco climbs the ropes and they’re jockeying for position. Finally Fire starts blocking a few punches and grabs Eco while locking her legs around the ropes…overhead toss and Eco goes flying and crashes through the District 12 Announce Table. Fire unlocks her legs and gets to her feet and jumps off towards the ring and nails Moosehead Jack with a missile dropkick.

Fire and Alex begin working together and it looks like the chemistry is finally clicking in the ring as they really start to work over Moose with a wide array of double-team moves. Eco’s dragging himself to his feet on the outside and as Fire and Alex hit opposite ropes, Eco reaches up and trips Alexander dragging him to the floor and slams him hard into the steel barricade. Eco charges, but Alex is able to duck and back body drops Eco into the third row. Alex shakes the blood out of his eyes and grabs a box of light tubes, sliding them into the ring as Fire and Moose trade strikes. Alex stalks Moose and nails a chop block from behind that drops him to a knee and Fire quickly follows with a Shining Wizard. Alex grabs a few of the light tubes out of the box and tosses them to Fire. She begins placing them in the center of the ring as Alex keeps Moose grounded. Fire nods and Alex locks up Moose’s legs as he rolls him over. Fire steps up next to Alex and they each grab an arm and pull back…DOUBLE MOTHERFUCKIN’ CURBSTOMP and Moose’s face explodes into the light tubes and the blood starts pouring.

The match continues for a while as both teams dish out obscene amounts of punishment and it looks like the blood loss is starting to affect both Alex and Moose as they are slowing down some, but the violence continues. Moose and Alex are back in the ring brawling as Alex gains the edge and looks to the outside where he sees Eco working over Fire. Alex looks like he’s going to head to the outside but at the last second he stops and turns around just in time to duck under a swing from a baseball bat from Moose. Back to the floor and Eco starts to wrap an electrical cord around Fire’s neck, but she slams her head back and Eco has no choice but to let go. Fire unwraps the cord but that allows Eco to come back and he grabs Fire from behind and gets a running start to slam her head into the ringpost and Fire drops like she’s been shot. And as the blood pools around her head, she just may have been. Eco leaves Fire on the floor since the Saints now have a chance to win the match and he joins Moose in the ring as they begin to work over Alex.

Back and forth Moose and Eco go as they really give Alex everything in their aresenal and it does look like they are just toying with him as Fire still tries to recover on the outside. Moose grabs Alex and drags him to his feet and BITCHSLAPS him as yells things at him. Alex tries to shake it off and hocks a blood-filled loogie at Moose, but he just smirks and grabs Alex as he nails the RANHEI and rolls him right into Eco and he locks in the END GAME. Moose is down on the mat yelling at Alex as Eco rears back and Alex looks to be fading as the blood pours down his face. Finally there’s a cheer from the crowd as Firewoman is back and has some plunder with her. She nails Moose in the back of the head with a kendo stick and he rolls to the floor. Eco lets go of Alex and gets to his feet as Fire grabs the Darling Sledgehammer and plants it in Eco’s gut. As soon as Eco is bent over, Fire grabs him and nails the FIRESTARTER DDT. And FW isn’t letting up as she reaches into her bag of goodies and pulls out the knife recently given to her by Alex. She stands over Eco as she twirls the knife in her hand and this can quickly get out of hand as she tosses the knife from hand to hand. She looks up and sees Alex getting to his feet and he’s staring at her. Alex just shrugs and motions it’s her decision what to do next. Alex quickly circles the ring and tosses Moose to the outside and before Moose can get his bearings Alex is diving through the ropes and nailing the HEAT-SEEKING MISSILE dive. Fire drops a knee to Eco’s midsection as she slides the knife along his torso. She looks like she’s about to cut, when she shakes her head no and places the knife back inside the bag and instead pulls out a small roll of barb-wire. She wraps it around her elbow and starts nailing Eco right between the eyes with those elbows and now all 4 competitors are busted open.

As the match continues, all 4 wrestlers are showing amazing fortitude as the blood loss and the violence is taking its toll. We get a couple of near falls as the big moves are starting to land and Moose looks like he’s trying to finish as he lifts Alexander onto his shoulders, but before he can hit the G2S Forever, Firewoman leaps off the top and SPEARS Moose damn near out of his boots. Alex lands on his feet and nails Moose with a SUPERKICK that staggers him into the ropes. Fire follows up and crossbody’s Moose out of the ring and they go crashing through a BARBED WIRE WRAPPED TABLE on the outside. Alex shakes his head and stops himself from checking on Fire as he turns his attention to Eco. Ecosystem tries to land a superkick of his own, but Alex grabs the kick in mid-air and sweeps Eco’s other leg and before Eco knows what is happening, Alex has him rolled over and locked into the MONEY CLIP. Alex is pulling back as hard as he can, but with everything taken out of Alex so far, Eco is able to slowly pull him towards the ropes. But remember this is a no-dq style match so Alex doesn’t have to let go. Eco is able to use the ropes for some leverage though and he kicks Alex off. Darling shakes it off and goes for a Superkick of his own, but Eco ducks out of the way and grabs Alex and whips him hard into the corner.

Back on the floor, Fire and Moose are still mostly out of it but they are somehow throwing punches at one another in the carnage of that table. Inside the ring, Eco follows his whip into the corner with a running knee that nails Alex right in the face and busts his nose. Eco smells the blood, literally, and drags Alex up to the top rope…this didn’t work out earlier when he tried it with Fire but he must feel better as he starts lighting Alex up with right hands. He grabs Alex around the neck and looks for a SUPERPLEX but Alex blocks it the first two times and Eco looks frustrated. Alex starts firing back right hands of his own and then throws a low…VERY LOW, elbow and Eco winces in pain. Alex doesn’t let up as he quickly lifts Eco onto his shoulders. He locks Eco’s hand around his own throat…SUPER DARLING DRIVER.

1…Moose is trying to crawl back into the ring
2…Fire grabs Moose from behind, spins him around…VOODOO DROP.
3!!!
WINNERS in 22:16…Phoenix Rising

ATTITUDE ADJUSTER & HONCHO WILLIAMS vs. TEXPRESS – Tag Team Showcase Final

Razz: Folks, coming up is the last match of the Tag Team Showcase. If Texpress wins, they finish 5-1 and win the series outright. That’s a lot of pressure, but they’ve been in high-pressure situations before. You have to think they’re the favorites here.
Russ: Don’t forget Razz, Honcho and AA beat Texpress in their earlier matchup. If AA and Honcho pull this one off, they tie Texpress with 4 wins, but would own the tiebreaker by sweeping Texpress in the head to head matchups. So this one, as they say, is for all the marbles.
Razz: It should be a good one! Let’s take it to the ring.

Chad and AA start things off. Collar and elbow tie up, and AA grabs a side headlock. He yells “C’mon Baby!” Chad responds by sending him into the ropes and leveling him with a dropkick. AA rolls out of the ring and begins jawing at the official, complaining of a hair pull. AA climbs in slowly and they lock up again. AA again grabs a side headlock and yells out “Oooooh yeah!” Chad responds again by sending him into the ropes and executes a deep Ricky Steamboat armdrag, AA pops up quickly and runs right into a second armdrag. AA gets up and again, complains of a hair pull. The referee warns Chad, who responds by dropkicking AA into his own corner. Honcho tags himself in and heads to the middle.

Chad and Honcho lock up, and Honcho powers him into a corner. Honcho breaks clean, then whips Chad across the ring and charges in behind him. Chad leaps up onto the turnbuckle, but Honcho ducks under as he hits the corner, catches Chad on his shoulder and drops him for Snake Eyes on the turnbuckle. As Chad recoils, Honcho hits a running clothesline that sends Madison to the floor. AA drops down and runs around to get in a couple licks, but Zane cuts him off at the pass. Honcho drops down to defend his partner, but Zane backs off without a word. Honcho climbs back into the ring, watching Zane the whole way. He turns around to find Chad springboarding off the top rope and snapping off a hurricanrana! Chad’s pin attempt only nets a 1 count before Honcho powers out. Chad ducks a clothesline and tags in his partner.

Zane comes in and it’s test of strength time. Myers and Williams go chest to chest for a good minute before Zane’s size advantage gives him control. Side headlock, which is quickly reversed into a hammerlock, which is reversed into a hammerlock, which is THEN reversed into a side headlock by Honcho. The crowd claps it’s approval as Honcho tightens his grip. He backs into a corner, and comes out with a running bulldog that leaves Myers on the mat. Williams follows up with a jumping legdrop and a cover for a 2 count. Honcho pulls Zane up and hits a couple of chops, sending Zane back into a corner. Honcho mounts the turnbuckle and gets the crowd to chant along with his left hand, but only gets to 3 before Zane grabs him and drops him with an inverted atomic drop and then a send him into the ropes for a spinebuster. 1, 2, 3 quick elbow drops are followed by a cover for a 2 count. As Williams kicks out, he rolls to his corner and tags in AA.

AA doesn’t seem very happy by this and refuses to enter the ring. After a few moments of watching AA arguing with the referee and his partner, Zane runs over and hip-tosses AA in. He follows up with a few kicks and AA is quickly in a bad spot in the Texpress corner. Zane pulls him up and drapes AA over the ropes and hits a couple of back elbows. AA is somehow able to duck down as Zane goes for another one, but clocks Chad instead. AA tumbles out of the way and yells “Get him Johnny” which is enough for the referee to turn his head. AA takes advantage with a Greco Roman thumb to the eye, a low blow, and a DDT on Zane. His cover nets him only 2, and AA grabs an armbar. Zane powers to his feet, and AA send him into the ropes and wraps him up in a sleeper hold. Zane flails and tries to escape, but apparently, AA actually knows how to wrestle somewhat and keeps the hold locked in tightly. Zane starts to fade and drops to one knee. AA almost looks surprised. And he should be. Zane twists and is able to snap mare AA over his shoulder and down to the mat in front of him. AA rolls out of harm’s way and gets to his feet. Zane catches him before he can get to his corner and sets him up for a big Gordbuster. Zane tags in Chad, who scrambles up top and comes flying off with an elbow drop. He makes the cover and gets only 2. AA crawls towards his corner, but Chad drags him back and locks in a Texas Cloverleaf. AA shows some resilience and inches his way to the ropes. As he gets closer, CC Scott grabs DDTIMHMCCC#HCJA and puts him up on the apron. AA seems inspired and reaches the ropes. Chad pops up angry and kicks the cardboard cutout to the floor and AA makes the tag.

Suddenly, the crowd murmurs and Justin Sane comes running down the ramp. He grabs #HCJA and attempts a RUNNING DOUGHAWK!.... and misses completely. He falls to the ground, #HCJA lands on his arm and a referee appears to make a 3 count… WINNER and STILL DDT Ironman Heavy Metal Champion…. Cardboard Cutout #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline!

Back in the ring, Honcho and Chad watch the scene unfold with smiles on their faces. Chad backs up and the referee counts and snaps off a SUPERKICK as Honcho turns around…. But he catches Chad’s leg and spins him around. Williams steps back and as Chad faces him again… IRISH THUNDERBOLT! This time Chad catches the leg and wrenches it into an ankle lock. Honcho kicks out, pops up and levels Chad with a SPEAR that shakes the ring. He goes for a cover, but Chad’s leg is under the ropes and the referee refuses to count. And Honcho stands up and gets the explanation, Chad crawls to his corner. Honcho drags him away and goes to lock in a cross-face. Chad tries to roll out but Honcho is ready for that and rolls thru it and cinches the move on tightly. He leans back and seems to be in control. AA drops to the floor and grabs Honcho’s leg and puts it on the bottom rope for leverage. Williams yells at AA and kicks his foot off the rope, but now the official is calling for a break. He gets it reluctantly, and Honcho turns and reads AA the riot act. (Not Tyson Kincaid) Chad takes advantage of the distraction and gets to his corner and tags in Zane.

Honcho spins and he and Zane go toe to toe exchanging lefts and rights. Williams chops Zane. He hits an elbow. Honcho with a forearm. Myers with a headbutt that sends them both staggering into a corner. Zane seems to gain his senses first and goes to lock in a Cobra Clutch. Honcho fights out of it and hits a Stunner that lays Myers out on the mat. Williams is down too, and takes too long to make a pin attempt, as Zane kicks out at 1. Honcho is up first and sets up for a piledriver. Myers backdrops him out of it, but Williams anticipates that and turns it into a Sunset Flip for a 2 count. Zane to his feet first now and hits a DDT for a 2 count. Zane tries a clothesline, Williams ducks and connects with an IRISH THUNDERBOLT! Zane goes down in a heap. Honcho makes the cover, and ALMOST gets the three before Myers gets his leg on the bottom rope.

Both men are slow to their feet. Chad is stomping and pounding the turnbuckle, getting the crowd in rhythm with him. AA turns and tries to quiet them down to no avail. Zane goes for a big boot, but Honcho side steps it and delivers a big belly to belly as Myers turns around. The ring vibrates as they hit the mat. Williams rolls to his corner to tag AA, but finds himself face to face with CC#HCJA . He looks around to see AA ripping a Texpress sign from a fan in the front row. He shakes his head and turns around to see Zane tag Chad. Chad comes in En Fuego, but Honcho withstands the initial barrage and they begin trading blows.

On the outside, AA grabs CC#HCJA and runs around to the Texpress corner and smacks Zane with him. Zane begins chasing AA around the ring. Back inside. Chad lifts Honcho for a slam, Honcho shifts his weight and lands on top. The referee drops down to count, AA stops running in time to grabs Honcho’s feet and prop them on the middle rope. Zane spears AA to the floor violently, bending CC#HCJA in half in the process. The referee sees none of this and counts 1…2…3!
WINNERS in 23:47 Attitude Adjuster and Honcho Williams!

Chad and Zane are furious at the referee’s lack of observation skills. CC pulls AA to his feet as Honcho tries to apologize. AA asks who won, and when CC tells them they did he lets out a “You Adrian! We did it!” He grabs Honcho and begins jumping up and down in celebration. Chad and Zane clear the ring and head up the ramp, where they are met by ……. GM Selena and Poe. Selena has a mic. Chad and Zane pause to listen.

Selena: Congratulations to all of the teams in the showcase. You put on great matches, and I think it was a great way to get the tag team division back on its feet. So Honcho Williams, Attitude Adjuster, congratulations on winning and congratulations on becoming the NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS TO THE WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES!

Zane and Chad shake their heads and walk by. Selena’s mic picks up Zane muttering the words “They’re called Championships”

Final Tag Team Showcase Standings
Attitude Adjuster & Honcho Williams 4-2
Texpress 4-2
Saints of Sinners 2-4
Phoenix Rising 2-4

JP SPARXX vs. CROWING – Onslaught Championship Match

Crowing is out first, his head bandaged from the shot from Sparxx earlier tonight. Crowing steps into the ring and paces like a caged animal waiting for Sparxx to make it to the ring. The OOWF Onslaught champion JP Sparxx is announced and SLOOOOOOWLY makes his way to the ring accompanied by Jewel. Sparxx plays mind games with Crowing and takes his sweet time getting into the ring. The referee calls them both to the middle of the ring, and Sparxx sarcastically extends his hand. Crowing glares at him and reaches for his hand, but Sparxx pulls it away and laughs. Crowing just points to the bandage on his head, then slashes his throat. Sparxx smirks and backs into a neutral corner waiting for the bell.

The referee calls for the bell and Crowing charges across the ring, but Sparxx slips out of the ring to the floor before he can get him. Crowing begs him to get back into the ring, even holding the ropes open, but Sparxx just laughs at him. That is until Crowing springboards over the top rope, lands right next to him and grabs for him. Sparxx is extra quick though and he ducks behind Jewel, then shoves Jewel at Crowing. Crowing catches her, then shoves her aside, but he can’t stop Sparxx and he NAILS him with a SUPERKICK to the jaw! Sparxx rolls Crowing into the ring and slowly climbs in after him.

Sparxx stands over Crowing and taunts him, but Crowing responds with an uppercut that sends Sparxx to the mat. Crowing kips up to his feet and grabs Sparxx and throws him into the corner and LIGHTS HIM UP with chops and elbows to the side of the head. Crowing grabs Sparxx and sends him to the opposite corner, Sparxx climbs the turnbuckle and tries a cross body block, but Crowing CLUBS him out of the air with a clothesline. Crowing pulls Sparxx his feet, kicks him in the gut and hits a GUT WRENCH BACK BREAKER. Sparxx howls in pain as Crowing covers, but Sparxx kicks out at two.

Crowing pulls Sparxx up again and rocks him with several European uppercuts, then sends him to the ropes and catches him with a knee to the gut on the rebound, then traps him in an abdominal stretch that he then takes to the mat in a pinning position. Sparxx is trapped, but manages to reach out and grab the bottom rope just before the three count.

JP Sparxx has used his first rope break

Crowing pulls Sparxx up again, but Sparxx catches him with a low blow right in front of the referee.

JP Sparxx has used his first referee warning

Sparxx pulls Crowing up, scoops him up and ties him in the tree of woe, then hits a delayed drop kick right to Crowing’s face. Sparxx slides out of the ring and reaches back in and tears the bandage off of Crowing’s head, then uses it to choke him. The referee probably could have disqualified Sparxx here, but he breaks at five and the referee just gives him a second warning.

JP Sparxx has used his second referee warning

Sparxx slides back into the ring and targets Crowing’s head, landing kicks right to the cut from earlier in the night. It is not long until Crowing is bleeding badly again. Blood is pouring off his forehead, but Sparxx keeps targeting it. Sparxx tries an spinning heel kick to Crowing’s head, but Crowing catches him and lifts him for a capture suplex, but he staggers a little bit and they both tumble over the top rope to the floor. Sparxx SLAMS his back onto the apron, Crowing smacks his face on the guard rail on the outside. The next time we see him, he is wearing an absolute crimson mask, we are talking full-on Muta here.

The referee starts the twenty count, but they both manage to make it in before they are counted out. Crowing is a horrible bloody mess, and it appears that he can barely see. He struggles to his feet and Sparxx peppers him with rights and lefts. The referee appears to be close to stopping this when Sparxx tries for the INSTANT REPLAY but Crowing ducks the superkick, kicks Sparxx in the gut and PLANTS him with the WINGS OF THE PHOENIX! Crowing covers him but Sparxx grabs the bottom rope to save himself again.

JP Sparxx has used his second rope break

Crowing struggles to his feet and waits for Sparxx to get on his knees, then charges in and DRILLS him with a knee to the temple! Sparxx collapses backward and Crowing falls on him again. Jewel reaches in from the outside and puts Sparxx’s foot on the bottom rope and yells for the referee, he sees it just before the three count.

JP Sparxx has used his third and final rope break

Crowing struggles to his feet, his entire chest is now covered with blood, and he appears to have trouble standing. He grabs Sparxx’s legs and turns him over into the D-TUNER! Sparxx howls in pain and tries to grab the ropes, but it will do no good, he is out of breaks! Crowing leans back further and yells for Sparxx to quit. The referee checks on Sparxx, then gets to his feet and looks at Crowing and turns and calls for the bell!

Crowing releases the hold and drops to his knees, blood dripping off his forehead and pooling on the mat. We get the announcement

Ladies and Gentlemen…….due to excessive bleeding on Crowing’s part……the referee has decided to stop the match. The winner of the match……as a result of referee stoppage……and STILL OOWF Onslaught champion……..JP Sparxx
WINNER in 13:31 via referee stoppage – JP Sparxx

Crowing is in shock (not literally, but the way he is bleeding, it really would only be a matter of time) he argues with the referee claiming he had the match won. The referee will hear none of it and calls for the medics to come to the ring. Sparxx grabs his title and stumbles up the ramp. Jewel helps him to his feet and…….did she just blow a kiss to the referee? Something is going on here. Has the OOWF EVER stopped a match due to blood?

THE FLYIN’ HAWAIIANS vs. DAVIN MORELAND & STANK – OOWF World Tag Team Title Match

The OOWF legends, Stank and Davin Moreland, are out first to a thunderous ovation. They play to the crowd all the way to the ring, but once they step inside they’re all business. Davin runs the ropes to warm up and Stank stretches in the corner, but both men stop and glare up the aisle when the champions’ music hits. The OOWF World Tag Team Champions, the Flyin’ Hawai’ians step onto the stage accompanied by both Noelani and New Guard enforcer Matt Folz. The four ignore the crowd’s boos and slowly make their way to the ring. Kai and Aina climb onto the apron and hold their title belts high before stepping into the ring. Folz climbs in as well, and immediately goes toe-to-toe with Davin, Referee Angelo Barros steps between them. While he’s doing that, the crowd erupts. Heads turn, and Stank and Davin’s Trios partner, L.D. Williams, appears in the crowd, rebar in hand. Williams hops the railing to ringside and Barros decides this is more than he’s getting paid to deal with and ejects everybody but the combatants from ringside. Folz is upset and Noelani is apoplectic, but Williams just smirks. He nods to his partners and follows the New Guard members up the aisle, brandishing the rebar to keep them moving. With that out of the way, Barros sends the teams to their corners and calls for the bell.

Kai and Davin start out for their teams. They lock up, and Kai slips behind Davin and grabs him in a waistlock. He lifts him up and drives him to the mat, and slaps him in the back of the head before rolling to his feet. Davin gets up as well and they lock up again. Kai tries for the waistlock a second time, but Davin breaks his grip and elbows him in the gut. Davin tries for a (not) Really Good Diamond Cutter, but Kai shoves him off. Davin pivots and nails a forearm to the jaw, and then sweeps the legs. This time it’s Davin with the slap to the back of the head before he rolls to his feet.

Davin pulls Kai up. Kai launches himself forward, spearing Davin and slamming him into the corner. Kai drives repeated shoulders into Davin’s midsection and then works him over with chops and forearms before sending him into the Hawai’ians’ corner. Aina pins Davin’s arms and holds him in place as Kai charges in with a clothesline and makes the tag. The Hawai’ians pull Davin out of the corner, each wind an arm, and drive him back in. They deliver twin knees to the stomach and take him over with a tandem suplex. Kai rolls out to the apron as Aina locks in a reverse chinlock. Davin quickly makes it to his feet and tries to elbow free, but Kai reaches in from the outside and slugs him. Barros warns Kai, and Aina takes advantage with a brutal chop to the throat. That’s enough for Stank, who charges into the ring, only to get cut off by Barros. Kai comes back in, and the Hawai’ians send Davin to the ropes. They elevate him for a flapjack and drop him throat-first across the top rope. Kai bails, and Aina makes the cover as Barros turns around. One…Two…Davin kicks out with authority!

Davin kips up to the crowds delight. Aina charges, and Davin plants him with a spine buster. Davin bounces to his feet - right into a super kick from Kai. Davin staggers, and Aina manages to grab his tights and pull him into a rollup, but doesn’t get a count as Stank is in and kicks him in the head. Stank doesn’t even slow down and goes after Kai, with the unfortunate Barros trapped between them. The referee does his best to stop the big man, but Stank reaches over him to land some haymakers. Finally, the warnings sink in, and Stank allows himself to be pushed back to his corner.

Davin and Aina, meanwhile, are back on their feet. Aina wisely tries to avoid a slugfest, but apparently Davin is in the mood to throw down. He breaks free of an arm lock by slamming Aina in the face with a head butt, and then shoves him into the corner and works him over with forearms and elbows. Barros steps in and Davin moves back - only to connect with a discus punch over the referee’s head! Aina’s head snaps back, and Davin goes for the Really Good Diamond Cutter, but Kai comes out of nowhere and kicks him as he leaps, allowing Aina to dodge the move. Barros starts to reprimand Kai, who’s already back on the apron, but sees Stank storm across the ring and cuts him off. Aina slings Davin into the Hawai’ians’ corner and makes the tag.

The Hawai’ians pummel Davin and lift him onto the top turnbuckle. They climb up as well and Davin suddenly surges to life and goozles them both. Before he can hit the choke slam, however, Kai buries a knee in his groin. Davin sags, and the Hawai’ians hook his head - TANDEM SUPERPLEX! Kai floats over and covers, and Aina charges into Stank as he steps through the ropes, taking them both out to the floor. Barros is in position and counts One…Two…Thr-DAVIN KICKS OUT!

Kai rolls to his feet and attacks, but Davin fights back like a man possessed. He sends Kai to the ropes and lifts him for a gorilla press, but holds him their a little to long and Kai shifts his weight, landing behind Davin and hitting a German suplex. Kai goes to the ropes and dropkicks Davin in the face, and then hauls him up into a front facelock. Aina breaks off his brawl with Stank on the outside and joins his brother. Kai holds Davin open for a knee to the ribs from Aina and they send him to the ropes. Davin ducks a clothesline attempt and comes back with a double clothesline of his own. Davin lunges for his corner. Stank is on the apron. And they make the tag!

Stank steamrolls over Kai, hits the ropes, and does the same to Aina. He scoops Kai up and slams him, and then pivots and catches a punch from Aina. Stank hauls him off his feet and slams him onto his brother, and then goes to the ropes and hits a splash on top of the pile. Stank pitches Aina to the outside, and then drags Kai to his feet and sends him to the ropes. Stank ducks his head and Kai catches him with a kick to the face. Kai tries to level Stank with a clothesline, but Stank steps into it and hits Kai with an STO. Stank stomps Kai into the mat, then drags him up and hits a belly-to-belly suplex. He comes off the ropes with a leg drop and covers, but Aina stomps him to break it up.

Stank hauls Kai to his feet as Barros sends Aina back to his corner. Kai nails Stank with a European uppercut, and then shoves him back to the ropes. Kai pummels Stank with a series of forearms and tries to set up a suplex, but Stank straightens up and sends him over the ropes. Kai manages to land on the apron, but before he regains his balance Stank pivots and knocks him flying with a clothesline. Stank follows Kai to the outside and slams his head into the apron, and then whips him into the railing. Stank charges after him, but Kai dives out of the way and Stank slams into the steel. Kai hits a series of kicks to the kidneys. He rolls into the ring to break the count and back to the outside. He tries to whip Stank into the ring post, but Stank reverses. Aina sneaks up behind Stank, but before he reaches him Davin sprints around the ring in the opposite direction. Stank drops to the floor and Davin leaps over him and tackles Aina. Barros comes out and tries to separate them, while Stank stuffs Kai back into the ring.

Stank staggers Kai with a right hand, and follows up with a head butt and a snap suplex. He pulls Kai up and locks on the Catch-22. Aina lunges back into the ring and hits Stank with a diving forearm to break it up. Davin is only a step behind Aina and a 4-way brawl breaks out. Stank and Davin gain the advantage when Davin shoulder blocks Kai and sends him out to the floor. Stank hauls Aina onto his shoulders and Davin sprints across the ring - Really Good Diamond Cutter! Stank covers - but Barros points out that Aina is not the legal man. Stank rolls to his feet and glares at the ref. He looks like he wants to slug him, but chooses instead to pitch Aina over the ropes and tag
Davin in.

Davin heads across the ring to where Kai is checking on Aina on the outside. Kai sees him coming and hopes onto the apron as Aina stumbles over to the timekeeper’s table. Davin gets the advantage and knocks Kai off the apron, but as he falls Kai grabs Davin’s head and clotheslines him on the top rope. Kai slides in and sprints across the ring to nail Stank with a forearm. Stank starts into the ring, but Barros cuts him off. While the ref is occupied Davin staggers to his feet and Aina jumps onto the apron and BLASTS him in the face with one of the championships. Aina tosses the belt and lifts Davin up - and Kai comes off the ropes and hits the For Pele. Aina runs to the corner and slides out of the ring beside Stank, hooking his leg and yanking him off the apron. Barros turns around and sees Kai land a moonsault on Davin and make the cover. Barros counts One…Two…Three!
WINNERS, and still OOWF World Tag Team Champions, in 26:42, The Flyin’ Hawai’ians.