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Post by BookerShark on May 8, 2012 17:25:00 GMT -5
We see Wyatt in his radio studio in East Ely, Nevada, conducting his early morning radio show...
Wyatt: Just a reminder, friends, that tomorrow night, 8pm Eastern, 5pm Pacific time, OOWF Midweek Mayhem. Triple Triple Threats, as three Three-way contests headline the card. In one of the headline events an I Quit match featuring Intercontinental Champion Matt Folz against the Native American sensation Ricky Soaring Eagle and Dynamite Danny Taylor with a unique stipulation, if Folz submits then that competitor gets a title shot, but if Folz wins, that competitor is OUT of the title picture for 30 days. For the OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title The champs, the Flyin Hawaiians and Chris Evans face off against World Champion LD Williams and Phoenix Rising PLUS Texpress and El Lobo Sangriento, Los Vengadores Mascaras. And for the OOWF Onslaught Championship current champion Rabbit Mask takes on Ghosthead and my guest at this time, the former Firechild, Chris Crowing. Good morning.
Crowing: Good morning!
Wyatt: Chris, your credentials speak for themselves. You're a former Onslaught division champion, your expertise in the field was born out when none other than Moosehead Jack recruited you to train him for his last run as Onslaught champ. Explain to me how a division based on so-called pure wrestling gets a champion like Rabbit Mask and a challenger like Ghosthead, neither one of which have shown much pure wrestling skill as of late.
Crowing: To be honest, I haven't a clue. You're right about my history, but what many forget is that I can brawl with the worst of them, and if I have to, I'll take either of these opponents to the limit.
Wyatt: You also made what some might call a reckless promise.
Crowing: Well, I said it, and I mean it. I promise the fans and my opponents this week is that I'll bring everything I have and guarantee the highlight match of the night. I can also guarantee that I'll walk out with the Onslaught title, or on a stretcher.
Wyatt: Well Chris Crowing, given the nature of both Rabbit Mask and Ghosthead, I believe you. Can you...
A screeching noise is heard on the phone line, then...
ABFD: Hay-LOW? HAY-LOW?
Wyatt: Hello? Who is this?
ABFD: Is this that feller on the RAY DI OH?
Wyatt: Yes, who is this? You're on the air.
ABFD: HOT-Dang, HEY MAMA, Ahm on the RAY DI OH!
Wyatt: OK, who is this please?
ABFD: Shoot, everone knows me, I'm Awesome Bill From Dawsonville, the King of the Pine Cone Party Liquor, and they got me wrasslin a Shark tomorrow nite.
Wyatt: Oh, nononono...you're wrasslin...wrestling the Russian Comrade Sharkoff.
ABFD: I'm wrasslin a Russian Shark? I thought it was a vampire shark?
Wyatt: OK, THANK YOU (what the hell happened there) Awesome Bill from Dawsonville who takes on Comrade Sharkoff tomorrow night at 8pm Eastern, 5pm Pacific time, OOWF Midweek Mayhem. Check local listings for the station in your area.
ABFD: THANK YEW...anyone seen Ellydee?
Wyatt: American Sunrise continues in a moment on your favorite radio station.
As a commercial plays Wyatt takes off his headphones, walks to the wall, and begins pounding his head as we....
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 8, 2012 19:40:01 GMT -5
<We cut to the Central Park Zoo, where a clearly drunk Awesome Bill From Dawsonville is staggering toward the shark tank, where mostly harmless nurse sharks swim around lazily> ABFD: HEY! HEY YOU! Damn shark! Which onna you sumbitches is Shark Dracula? <clearly no response> ABFD: Uh huh, I see how it is. Lookit chere, one you sumbitches done called down the THUNDER! WHOO!!! HELL YEAH! Now, which wonna you wanna get that ass whupped? <ABFD stares at the shark tank intently for a moment, then his eyes get big> ABFD: OH.HELL.NO! IT'S ON LIKE ARN ANDER-SON! HELL YEAH! Ima bout to AA SPINEBUST WONNA YOU SUMBITCHES! WHOOOO! <with that, ABFD drops his pants, Eric Young style, and strips down to his wrestling gear, takes a long swig of his pine cone party liquor, and heads toward the shark tank. Before he gets there he is mobbed by security and wrestled to the ground> ABFD: Oh I see......Shark Dracula done got to you boys too! Alright then, LETS DANCE! <they did not dance. In fact, they took him down. Hard. And tasered him. Awesome Bill From Dawsonville fought, but in the end we....... <cut to GM Selena's office, where a bloody Awesome Bill From Dawsonville is standing drinking his pine cone party liquor from a bag> GMS: .......you were about to jump into a tank full of sharks ABFD: Hell yeah GMS: AND YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA? ABDF: That sumbitchin Shark Dracula looked at me crossways! I didn't want to wait till Wednesday, IT'S CLOBBERIN' TIME! GMS: <holding her head> You cannot possibly be this stupid ABFD: I can try...... GMS: For the last time.......you are facing Comrade Sharkoff this week. He is not a real shark. He is not a dracula. He is a wrestler ABFD: So........whatcher tellin me is that........Shark Dracula is a wrestler? GMS: I hate you so much right now ABFD: Well.......what if that ol boy bites me? I DON'T WANT TO BE NO SHARK DRACULA!!!! OH HELL NO!!! <Awesome Bill begins to panic and storms around the room looking for......well I suppose he is looking for Shark Dracula> GMS: CHUCKLES! DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS!!! <Chuckles reluctantly goes up behind ABFD and grabs him by the shoulder and spins him around> ABFD: AAAAAAAAHHHH A CHALKIFIED AMERICAN WHAT GOT A BIG RED NOSE! SHARK DRACULA DONE GOT YOU SON! <With that ABFD kicks Chuckles in the gut, and DRIVES him through a coffee table with the DECATUR DROP! ABFD gets to his feet and runs out of the room yelling to everyone that the chalkified shark draculas have taken over. We cut back to GM Selena who just sits staring in disbelief, then we fade to black> |
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Post by BookerShark on May 9, 2012 9:19:02 GMT -5
(Wyatt is in a room – not his usual suite – in the Riviera Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. He is apparently using his laptop to broadcast his daily radio program...)
In conclusion this morning, folks, a number of you have written us asking about our connection with the OOWF. Some of you are asking if I am going to enter, or really, reenter, the wrestling business. Many of our long time listeners are aware of our affiliation with a Midwestern wrestling organization a long time ago. Some have asked, curiously, if I intended a return to the ring. To those people I say, are you high? Unlike other aged wrestlers I haven't created the need through stupidity or the inability to control my sexual urges to remain active in the ring well past my prime. Nor do I have the egotistical need to prove that, at nearly 58 years of age, I can do what the youngsters to and actually wrestle a competent match that doesn't involve chairs, barbed wire baseball bats, or sonogram machines. No, the reason that I remain involved to this day is simple.
I Love It.
Pro wrestling remains at the heart of America, a serious blend of athleticism and storytelling. The OOWF may not be the biggest or the grandest or the richest organization in America, but it has heart, and to be honest, I could have not engaged in this promotional deal at all. Some in our company wish that I hadn't. Hell, some in the OOWF – particularly the Darlings and the Quinns – wish I hadn't. But when push came to shove, we made the deal, and we're all doing well and we're all having fun.
And in the final analysis, isn't that what life's all about? See you tonight, 8pm Eastern, 5pm Pacific, OOWF Midweek Mayhem. Have a great day, Wyatt Cox, American Sunrise. The latest news in just a couple of minutes, and the sun rises again tomorrow morning at this same time, on your favorite radio station.
(From the laptop comes a voice saying, “And you're clear. Have a good trip!”)
You too, we'll talk when I get back on Monday.
(Wyatt picks up his phone and dials a number)
Good morning! Was the video in this email shot after we talked yesterday? Oh my heavens, I wish I didn't have to wait until Friday. Nononono, they're not even in the same universe. Keep working with them as best you can, I'll call for some additional help, and I'll be in on Friday to help. No, don't give them a clue who I am, OK? No one needs to know. I think I'll call a friend to give you some help on a different level. No, they won't get in the way of the training at all. OK, I'll call you tomorrow when I'm back. Take care, and hey, good luck this weekend. Maybe I'll get to catch you in person this weekend. All The Best!
(Wyatt hangs up the phone, scans the computer, and looks up a phone number, which he dials)
Hey, Doctor Scott! How are you? It's Wyatt. Yeah, back in town, gonna be in and out for a few days. Listen, I've got a project that requires your expertise. Some folks with focus issues. Two people that I need to make sure are both on the same page. Have you got the same email address? OK, I'll get the information to you in the next hour. No, they're local. All right, then. Complete data and billing information on the way shortly. Have a great day!
(Wyatt hangs up the phone)
This had better work. I think I need a drink....after all, it's five o clock somewhere...
(Wyatt closes the laptop and stuffs the microphone and laptop in a bag. He grabs the bag and heads for the door as we....)
Fayed.....
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Post by BookerShark on May 9, 2012 9:20:01 GMT -5
Firewoman and Alexander are working on stuff in the training ring, and as usual, someone's temper is getting the better of her. Two jobbers take a water break while we work this out.
AD: If you would just get the timing down...
FW: I do have the timing down, you just delay because you don't think I do, and glance over your shoulder to double check.
AD : That's because ... well, I don't know what it's because, but let's just--
FW: You know, Poe was right. It's about trust. Allow me to demonstrate. Get on the top rope facing out and fall backward.
AD: What? Why?
FW: Just do it.
AD: What for?
FW: To see if you trust me.
AD: *shaking his head* I do trust you.
FW: Fine.. then do it. I'll catch you.
Alexander eyes her suspiciously.
AD: No, you won't.
FW: Yes I will.
AD: No....no, this is some joke that will be funny only to you, or a set up to get even with me for Friday night.
FW: What? What happened Friday night?
AD: ....
FW: Oh, that. I've already forgotten about that.
AD: You don't forget anything.
FW: Fine. You've just prove that you don't trust me, and Poe is right, that's why we aren't winning.
AD: Yeah, well, you don't trust me either.
FW: I do too! Fine, I'll prove it.
Firewoman climbs up onto the ropes.
AD: What are you doing?
FW: Proving that I trust you. I'm going to fall backward, and I trust that you'll catch me.
AD: Does it really count if you announce it?
Firewoman gets to the top rope, and stands up slowly, steadying herself. She hesitates for just one moment, as if she MIGHT be having second thoughts about this. But she pushes through and falls backward. At that moment LD Williams walks in.
LDW: Sorry guys, I thought we were in the other ring.
At that moment, Alexander turns his head because he hears LD Williams. At the next moment, Fire crashes down, knocking Alexander over.
LDW: That's a nifty move there, but I don't think it's going to work.
FW: *getting up* WHAT THE HELL?
AD: I .... LD came in and....okay, look, let's just try it again.
FW: NOOOOOO!
LDW: What are you doing.
AD: Failing at a trust fall.
FW: This is never going to work....Moose was right.
AD: Really. Gonna go there now? Fine.
Alexander climbs to the top rope, and without hesitation falls backward. He crashes to the mat as Fire stands by watching, with arms crossed.
AD: Seriously?
FW: Now we're even.
LDW: Guys...I think you're missing the point of the trust fall. Trust falls aren't designed to prove trust. It's supposed to be a trust BUILDING exercise. Something the three of us could use.
FW: I trust you already, LD.
LDW: Thanks, Fire, but your partner here doesn't. And there's no reason he should or shouldn't.
AD: Besides history.
LDW: So that trust has to be built. And there are lots of variants of the exercise, but probably the best one is the Surprise Trust Fall.
FW: What's that?
LD Williams crosses his hands over his chest, turns and falls backward toward Alexander.
LDW: SURPRISE TRUST FALL!
Alexander reaches out and catches LD and keeps him from falling.
LDW: See? Now I feel a bit more confident that in a double team situation, or when I need someone to break up a pin, he'll be there.
FW: Really.
AD: ...
LDW: ...
FW: ...
LDW: Okay...no. There's actually no evidence that trust fall exercises build trust at all. So, we doing this or what?
AD: I dunno. My back kind of hurts now.
Alexander slides out of the ring to the floor.
FW: Wuss.
Lucky walks in.
AD: I thought you were in Canada, looking for her brother?
L: I was ... recalled.
AD: Oh?
Firewoman steps under the ropes, but is still standing on the apron.
FW: Lucky can you at all summarize what this Wyatt Cox guy is talking about? We didn't hire him to look for Moose, and he keeps talking in riddles and half conversations and--
Lucky starts to do just that, but before he can, Fire loses her footing on the apron and falls off awkwardly toward the cement floor. Alexander is there in a heartbeat, and catches her.
FW: Oh. Hi.
AD: Hello. Do I pass now?
FW: Um...I'm going to say yes.
AD: Always there when it counts.
LDW: Are we going to train or not?
Alex sets Fire down on her feet, and they both climb back in the ring, the jobbers finish their water break and they begin some training as we faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaade.
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Post by BookerShark on May 14, 2012 13:28:27 GMT -5
Ghost - So Rabbit... I live in my head? Is that so? When I destroyed you in the halls and cracked your skull was that in my head? When I decimated you in a match so brutal the official ended the match before I could pin your shoulders, or force you to submit, to save your small life... was that in my head as well? Did I dream it?
No. You're simply afraid of facing the brutal truth. It happened just as I described as evidenced by your personality shift and deluded speech since then.
*Ghosthead smiles revealing teeth coated with black mist.*
Ghost- Welcome to my ruin. Welcome to reality Rabbit Mask. You will have been introduced to a healthy dose of it after I stand tall at the end of our match with the Onslaught Title belt held high above my head. That is when you will be reminded what it feels like to be truly beaten in that ring. That is when you will know your fallacy.
As for my other opponent Chris Crowing... infringement? What exactly about me strikes you as being similar to yourself? I see no resemblance. Perhaps after we have had a proper combative contest, and I've cracked your skull, you too will be changed and the similarity will reveal itself as it has with the rabbit. Perhaps you too will feel it just like everyone else... my wrath, my fury, my ruin. Pray it never comes to that. Don't listen to old men who have no idea what they are talking about. It would be a mistake for you, the rabbit, or anyone else to doubt my ability in that ring. To dismiss me as a merely a brawler will find you soon tapping out.
The paths to victory are many and I have access to them all. To defeat the rabbit will be pleasurable. To defeat Crowing... remarkable. To defeat you both will be legendary. Such is my fate... yours...? is The Fall.
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*The camera cuts to Stank, lost in thought, as he is absentmindedly lifting weights in the arena gym. Soon Psykle walks in and stands in front of Stank.*
Psykel - It's you and me big man.
*Stank lowers the weights to the floor and stands to his full height looking up at Psykle.*
Stank - I am aware of that.
Psykle - I am a much different man than the last time you and I faced each other one on one.
Stank - Me too.
Psykle - Yeah... you're no longer world champion.
Stank - Don't let that fool you.
Psykle - It doesn't. I'm not stupid.
Stank - I know and I see you've shed some dead weight that went by the initials I and Q.
Psykle - I have. I'm better for it.
Stank - Good. Then I look forward to testing that theory of yours.
Psykle - What theory?
Stank - That you are better.
Psykle - It's no theory big man.
Stank - We'll see after I beat you.
Psykle - You will... when I beat you.
*Stank smirks, bends down, and resumes his arm curls. Psykle grins and turns to walk away as the camera fades to commercial break.*
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Post by BookerShark on May 14, 2012 13:29:18 GMT -5
(A shadowed figure puts a DVD in a computer. We see the screen illuminate. The opening captioning reads)
OOWF Video Presents:
That Deep-voiced promo guy from the movies: Before the OOWF, before ECW, before WCW, there were hundreds of regional wrestling promotions around the nation, each fighting for supremacy in their own region. In the midwest one such promotion won the hearts and minds of fans not only locally, but around the world. That promotion was touched by one incredible competitor...
Firewoman: I IDOLIZED her!
TDVPGFTH: An amazing tag team story:
Wyatt: She was stone deaf, but we communicated better together than any team in history.
TDVPGFTH: And a career cut short
UNWF Announcer Rick Stewart: Beth Banner died during last Thursday's match...
TDVPGFTH: Was it an accident?
Wyatt: The police didn't want to investigate it, they called it an accident...
TDVPGFTH: ...or something much worse...
Wyatt: It was like a piece of my soul was ripped from my body. I wished that I had stood up to her and refused. I should never have let her in that ring.
TDVPGFTH: Did a love triangle explode in the ring … and kill one of the most underrated women in wrestling history?
Wyatt: This interview is over...
TDVPGFTH: The History and the Hidden Truth behind the UNWF: Murder in the Ring. Coming soon to OOWF Video.
(The shadowed figure nods approvingly as we....)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 14, 2012 13:30:52 GMT -5
Stan Fulton: Have you considered that I have no idea how you sound because you haven't promoed in almost two weeks?
Mai: Right. Sorry. Took an extension on my final papers. Just finished. Totally free now.
SF: *blinks*
Mai: I mean...I was sorting out final contract extension papers. Totally free to promo now.
SF: There we go.
FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on May 14, 2012 13:31:18 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From New York, New York STAN FULTON & MAI MUYO vs. THE NEW YORK KNIGHTSThe New York Knights make their entrance first. The Red Hook and Mr. Manhattan are the Empire City Tag Team Champions, and get a nice ovation from the crowd. Stan Fulton & Mai Muyo are out next, and draw the ire of the crowd. The bell rings, and Mai quickly takes control of Mr. M. with a couple of roundhouse kicks and an enziguri. Fulton tags in and hits a big running powerslam and a corner avalanche, then tosses Mr. M into his own corner and beckons The Red Hook into the ring. He does, and is met with a huge Backcut Slam! He lifts him up and DRILLS him into the mat with a JACKHAMMER. Fulton drags Hook to the middle of the ring and tags Mai back in. She hits a beautiful 630 Senton and locks in an Anaconda Vice. Hook grabs the ropes, but Mai doesn’t miss a beat. She pulls him up for an ENDGAME, tags in Fulton, hits the move, and rolls out of the way while Fulton hits THE CRUSHER from the middle rope. The 1,2,3 is academic at this point. WINNER; in 4:27; Mai Muyo & Stan Fulton AWESOME BILL FROM DAWSONVILLE vs. COMRADE SHARKOFFBoth men are introduced and come to the ring, the bell rings and Sharkoff attacks ABFD from behind. Sharkoff keeps the advantage early, cutting off several ABFD rallies with cheap shots and low blows. Sharkoff nearly gets disqualified several times for choking Bill on the ropes, but breaks each time just before the referee calls for the bell. Sharkoff works over Awesome Bill’s ribs, hitting a variety of backbreakers and slams. Awesome Bill rallies, hammering Sharkoff with punches to the face, then sends him to the ropes and catches him with a sweet POWERSLAM for a two count, but Sharkoff kicks out just in time. Bill whips Sharkoff into the corner and charges in, but Sharkoff moves and Bill slams ribs first into the turnbuckle. Sharkoff hits a nice belly to back suplex, then waits for Bill to get up and traps him in a BEAR HUG! Awesome Bill fades, but Sharkoff can’t keep him down, he rallies and fights out of the hold with several fists to the face. Bill charges at Sharkoff and tries the MASON DIXON LINE, but Sharkoff catches him with a knee to the chest that sends him to the mat. Sharkoff climbs to the top rope and tries a flying knee, but Bill moves out of the way and Sharkoff crashes and burns. Fired up by the crowd, Bill pulls Sharkoff up and hits a series of punches to the jaw, followed by a BIONIC ELBOW that drops Sharkoff! Awesome Bill is feeling it now, Sharkoff staggers to his feet and Bill grabs him and hits the DIRTY BIRD! Bill covers, hooking Sharkoff’s leg hard, and gets the one, two, three! Sharkoff kicks out a second too late! WINNER in 14:19 – Awesome Bill From Dawsonville ABFD celebrates in the ring and grabs his mason jar full of pine cone party liquor and is about to open it and take a swig when Sharkoff grabs him from behind and BLASTS him in the face with a chain wrapped fist!! Awesome Bill From Dawsonville drops in a heap, blood pouring from a gash on his head. As ABFD stares at the lights, Sharkoff picks up the mason jar of pine cone party liquor and dumps it on Bill’s head (which probably burned like a sumbitch). Sharkoff raises his arms in victory and leaves the ring and heads to the back to a chorus of boos while officials check on Awesome Bill. STANK vs. PSYKLEThe bell rings and we get a clean start to the match. Stank starts out in control, backing Psykle into the corner and blistering him with elbow shots. Psykle eats a powerslam and Stank drops an elbow to the chest for a 2 count. Psykle ducks a clothesline and hits an uppercut. And the brawl is on. Both men take a lot of abuse over the next few minutes as they pummel each other with fists, forearms, and elbows. Stank gut shots Psykle and flows with a running knee strike. Psykle backdrops Stank and hits a jumping legdrop. Stank gets up and Psykle sweeps the leg and twists on Stank’s knee. Stank struggles and appears close to tapping out, but is finally able to reach the ropes. Psykle gets kicked away and both men tumble to the outside, exchanging blows as the circle the ring. Psykle is back in the ring first, and after a few more shots hoists Stank onto the turnbuckle and sets up the Psycho Driver. He goes to hit it, but Stank pushes him off and as Psykle turns and runs back at the corner, he eats a kick to the jaw from Stank. Stank quickly reverses things, and Psykle is up on the turnbuckle and is trying to set up the CTG! He gets Psykle up, but his knee gives way and both men crash to the mat. Psykle barely beats Stank to his feet, and runs the ropes. Stank pops up, catches him on his shoulders and.. STANK U! The referee drops and counts 1….2…..3! WINNER; in 14:32; Stank JP SPARXX vs. ATTITUDE ADJUSTERAA enters the ring first, and we see both he and Cardboard Johnny are wearing black armbands with ‘HW’ on them. J-P and Jewel are out next, and the verbal jousting begins. AA looks at Johnny and shrugs, and he is heard to say ‘I can’t understand that he is saying’ J-P attacks before the bell and pounds AA into a corner. AA dodges to the outside, where he gets a BITCHSLAP from Jewel. J-P tosses him back in and we are underway. AA takes control early and tries several quick covers after simple moves like a bulldog and scoop slam. J-P reveres a whip into the ropes and begins to out-wrestle AA for the next several minutes. J-P hits a couple of high risk moves, including a sweet corkscrew senton that he quickly transitions into an STF AA makes use of the ropes to break Sparxx’s momentum. J-P argues with the referee, thinking AA had tapped out. AA heads to the floor to confer with Johnny, and brings the #Heel in the ring with him. Jewel is on the apron to protest, so AA tosses Johnny at her. This distracts the ref and J-P long enough for AA to reach in his trunks for a ROLL OF QUARTERS! He clocks J-P, who goes down like a brick. AA kicks loose coins to the floor, then rolls him over and slaps on THE CLAW! As the referee begins to count, AA realizes he is not using his Glove Hand, and switches as the ref counts to three. WINNER; in 7:11; Attitude Adjuster Post-match, Jewel follows AA up the ramp and tries to rip Cardboard Johnny out of his hand they struggle long enough for J-P to catch up and attack AA from behind, dropping him throat first on the railing and the DDTing him on the ramp. Jewel and J-P celebrate the beatdown with some PDA MATT FOLZ vs. RICKY SOARING EAGLE vs. DANNY TAYLOR – Non-Title I Quit MatchFolz can knock one of these men out of the title picture by making them say I Quit. On the flip side, IF either DDT or RSE make Folz quit, they get an Intercontinental Title Match. We get a bell and all three men circle each other slowly, waiting for someone else to jump first. Eagle moves toward Folz, then pops DDT with a back elbow. Folz jumps on the chance and goes to work, pummeling RSE. Eagle No Sells most of it, and scoops Folz up and tosses him at DDT. Taylor catches him and hits a fall away slam. Matt rolls out of the ring and RSE and DDT lock up. Danny absorbs RSE’s initial Onslaught (see what I did there?) and takes the Indian down with a bulldog. Danny’s MA background shows thru, as he grounds and pounds RSE for the next several moments, trapping him in a rear naked choke and body scissors. Folz slides in and begins yelling for RSE to quit now. RSE spits in Folz eye, and Matt responds by kicking him in the gut. RSE rolls over and reaches the ropes. DDT breaks the hold and Folz tries to attack both men before they get to their feet. Danny is up first and turns his attention to Matt. DDT gets the better of the champ, with a exploder suplex and 3 quick knees to the chest Folz fights back and is able to put DDT in position for an STF, when RSE comes barreling in from behind and kicks Folz in the back of the head, knocking him to the floor. RSE follows him out and the three of them are quickly swinging chairs and video monitors at each other. RSE gets busted open when he crashes into the ring steps, and Folz soon has Danny wrapped up with a figure four around the ring post. Eagle smacks Folz with a chair, and he falls to the concrete. Eagle tosses Folz back into the ring, where Danny locks in a Fujiwara Armbar! Eagle grabs Folz legs and traps them in the Cactus Thorn! Folz, being torn apart at two ends, finally utters the words “I Quit” The bell rings, and Danny and Ricky stare at each other in confusion. Selena comes on the OOTron and announces BOTH men won the match and will receive Intercontinental Title Shots. WINNERS; in 19:43; Danny Taylor and Ricky Soaring Eagle CHRIS EVANS & THE FLYIN HAWAIIANS vs. EL LOBO SANGRIENTO, PHANTOS & LUCIOS vs. PHOEIX RISING & LD WILLIAMS – OOWF Campeonas de Trios Triple Threat MatchSelena comes out after all 9 wrestlers are in the ring and announces that Trios matches bore her, so this one will be a Tornado Match to make it more exciting. With that, all 9 climb in the ring and chaos ensues! Evans and Kai go right after Firewoman, while Alex and LD corner Phantos, and Lucios and Lobo start beating on Aina. It doesn’t take long before the action spills out onto the floor, and Aina and Lucios both go through the announce table thanks to LD and Fire. Lobo tosses Evans into the debris, while Phantos, Alex and Kai are just betting to their feet in the ring. The 6 on the floor are bunched close together, fighting each other, when Phantos comes DIVING through the ropes and the mass of bodies hit the floor. Predictably, everyone gets up and faces the ring, and Alex and Kai BOTH come flying off turnbuckles and all 9 wrestlers crash to the concrete. Chaos takes back over and somehow, a ladder gets introduced to the mix. Firewoman scales the ladder and Leaps.. FIRESAULT OFF THE LADDR ONTO AINA AND THROUGH A TABLE IN THE RING! An appropriate Holy Shit chant echoes through the arena. Phantos and Kai battle up the ladder halfway, but both get SPEARED by Alex from the top rope and the whole thing goes crashing to the floor! The referee gets caught in the wreckage and is down. Back in the ring, Lobo has Aina trapped in the WOLF MOON! Evans grabs LD and puts him in the CATTLE MUTLIATION! Fire recovers and locks in the WALLS OF JERIC…. The WALLS OF OHIO! It isn’t long before Aina starts to tap, as does LD… and eventually Lucios! The referee crawls back in the ring and surveys the scene, seeing all three now furiously tapping out together… and CALLS FOR THE BELL? Selena comes to the stage with a mic GmtSa-T: Well that sucked! I tried to make the Trios Title match interesting and you see what happens. I’m going to hold the titles up and I’ll decide later what to do with them. OFFICAL RESULT: No Contest in 22:21 RABBIT MASK vs. GHOSTHEAD vs. CROWING – OOWF Onslaught Championship Triple Threat MatchThe combatants make their way to the ring, with various levels of crowd support. Rabbit Mask and Crowing acknowledge the crowd, but Ghosthead is being his normal creepy self. We get the bell and we're off. And NO ONE likes anyone in this match, so there are lots of stiff punches and kicks, and it's not long before each man has his first warning for using fists. Things do eventually settle down. Crowing and Rabbit Mask go back and forth with some good indie flippy chain wrestling. Crowing hits Rabbit with the wings of the Phoenix, and makes the pin but Ghosthead breaks it up. Crowing turns around, incensed, but Ghosthead grabs him and hits a side effect. He floats over to get him into the Anaconda Vice to complete the Vex Vice, but he's close to the ropes, so Crowing gets his first rope break. It's for nothing anyway, because Rabbit Mask breaks it up. He attacks Ghosthead, kicks him in the gut, and hits Rabbit Driver 2012, goes for the pin but it's broken up by Crowing. The PA Announcer comes on and we have one minute remaining in the match! Crowing tries to get Rabbit over into the D-Tuner and locks it in, but Ghosthead recovers before Rabbit can tap, and yanks the apart. He and Crowing exchange some rope work while Rabbit recovers, and then Ghosthead catches Crowing mid-air. Ghosthead lands Crowing with the Horror Driver and makes the pin one..two..THREE!! WINNER; in 14;45; and NEW Onslaught Champion, Ghosthead! Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action! Be sure to check out the OOWF Boston Massacre PPV, May 27th Live! From Boston, Massachusetts. And don’t forget to catch next week’s OOWF Mid-Week Mayhem, May 16th Live! From Uniondale, NY
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