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Post by BookerShark on May 14, 2012 14:28:20 GMT -5
Psykle stands outside the locker room while on the phone, glancing in all directions to be sure nothing else catastrophic goes down. He hangs up and goes into the locker room, over to the closet where Rabbit Mask is dangling. He hears Rabbit coughing and struggling to breathe through the blood congealing on his face under the mask, so he pulls the mask off in an attempt to not let the guy die. As he reaches up to untie the knotted rope from around Rabbit's ankle, Rabbit lands a straight punch to the jewels, and Psykle falls to his knees. Rabbit manages to untie his ankle using his free foot, and drops down to the floor, landing at eye-level with Psykle. He looks Psykle in the eyes and sprays him with White Mist. Psykle's eyes glaze over, then he falls limp to the floor.
RM: Don't ever remove this mask from my face again.
Rabbit Mask picks the mask up off the floor and puts it right back over his bloodied and battered face. He steps over Psykle's limp body and leaves the locker room. A moment later, General Manager Selena arrives on the scene as we fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on May 14, 2012 14:29:00 GMT -5
Wyatt is in his East Ely Nevada radio studio and is on the air.
Wyatt: ...as American Sunrise continues now on this Monday morning the 14th day of May, we turn to the telephone lines and welcome our guest at this time, one half of the tag team that will face off Wednesday Night, 8pm Eastern, 5pm Pacific, OOWF Midweek Mayhem, against Phoenix Rising, or All My Darlings, Firewoman and Alexander Darling, the powerhouse from Minnesota, Crusher Stan Fulton, good morning, sir
Stan: Good morning.
Wyatt: In your short time in the OOWF you've had a storied career. OOWF World Title, Intercontinental Title twice, four time Onslaught Title holder, now all that remains is a tag team title reign. Your thoughts?
Stan: Thank you for your compliments.
Wyatt: They are deserved.
Stan: Well, many in the OOWF hierarchy don't think so. For much of my two years here no one has really taken me seriously. But that has been to their detriment as it has led to much of my success.
Wyatt: Not taking you – or any competitor in the OOWF – seriously is something that is not in their best interest.
Stan: Except for Comrade Sharkoff.
Wyatt: Really? Because you lost to him once, didn't you?
Stan: That's right, but that was in a non-title gimmick match so it really doesn't count.
Wyatt: But the point being, in the OOWF anyone can beat anyone else on any particular night.
Stan: Theoretically, depending on what Moose and Dev want?
Operator: Excuse me gentlemen, there's a Kay Fabe on the line...she says it's an emergency.
Wyatt: Never mind Operator, I'll talk to her later.
Operator: Thank you, I'll tell her.
Stan: How do you get out of that so easily?
Wyatt: I used to date her mother.
Stan: Oooooh, one of THOSE....
Wyatt: We're speaking to Crusher Stan Fulton, who celebrates his two year anniversary this week with the OOWF by teaming with Mai Muyo to take on the leaders of the Darling Bunch, Firewoman and Alexander Darling. Given the history of the Muyo family, does teaming with the junior member of the family really seem to be a good idea?
Stan: Mai is an unusual talent, she can do things that others can't, and she is very skilled in what she does.
Wyatt: But can you trust her?
Stan: The New Guard is a solid core group. We trust each other, believe in each other, of course Mai can be trusted.
Wyatt: We're almost out of time, your thoughts on the Darlings.
Stan: Firewoman and Alexander Darling have a long history in the OOWF, but like so many others it is time for them to step aside, let the New Guard have their day, and maybe Lisa can figure out finally how to bake cookies without burning down an arena.
Wyatt: Strong words from the former OOWF Heavyweight champion who teams with Mai Muyo to take on Phoenix Rising this Wednesday Night, 8pm Eastern, 5pm Pacific, OOWF Midweek Mayhem, check your local listings. Best of luck Stan.
Stan: Thank you Wyatt, let's do lunch.
Wyatt: We'll be in touch. American Sunrise continues after these brief messages on your favorite Radio Station.
As the commercial begins, Wyatt picks up a phone:
Yes, follow up with Mr. Fulton, see if we can do lunch on Wednesday. Ask him to invite Ms Muyo along, I have some thoughts for them. And arrange for me to leave on Tuesday after the show with an evening flight into Uniondale. Have the affiliate people come up with a station or two for me to talk to? OK, keep trying. Follow up with Kay and let her know we'll have dinner after the show on Wednesday. And when you have a moment sent my beloved a dozen roses, a package of her favorite chocolates, and a Kenny Rogers Roasters certificate from the stash. Yes, I need to make up for missing Mothers Day. Too much going on in the businesses this weekend. Thanks.
Wyatt hangs up the phone and sends an IM
Beloved, always thinking of you but forgetting the days. You will always be my one and only. Lab Kita!...and thank you for understanding bout Legs. I miss her.
...the camera lingers on the screen as we...
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Post by BookerShark on May 14, 2012 21:27:46 GMT -5
*OOWF Arena Parking Lot*
A cab pulls up to the back of the arena and we see Quorra standing by. The back door of the cab opens and we see a walking boot before anything else and then Alexander Darling slowly exits the cab before supporting himself on a pair of crutches as Quorra hurries over and motions for some stagehands to grab his bags.
Quorra: What happened? Are you okay?
Alexander: I'm fine. It's just a precaution.
Quorra: Who, what...how did you hurt yourself?
Alexander: I didn't hurt myself. Stupid fuckface brother-in-law thought it'd be cute to land his damn hoverround on my foot.
Quorra: And what did you do to deserve that?
Alexander: *looks shocked* What? I did nothing.
Quorra: Alex...
Alexander: I'm serious. It's not my fault if Mickie started running around the house saying "tap tap tap." And "booyah, daddy."
Quorra: Not your fault at all, right. Seriously though, are you going to be okay for Wednesday?
Alexander: Yea. Like I said, just a precaution to make sure I don't do any extra damage before the show.
Quorra: So, have you seen what's been going on with the New Guard and the back and forth with Fulton and Kai?
Alexander: I have and it was only a matter of time before the Muyo plague started infecting the entire group. Fulton has always had visions of grandeur and Mai is just the person to manipulate those. Infighting will destroy any group and now it's just a matter of time. And Phoenix Rising will be there every step of the way.
Quorra: You have a long history with the Muyo family and Fulton's someone with whom your path hasn't really crossed...so what's in store this week?
Alexander: Fire and I have a goal and there's nothing that's going to stand in our way. Sure as hell not some hero-worshipping sociopath like Mai and a glorified coattail rider like Fulton. And once we dispatch the 2nd rate tag team of the New Guard, then it'll be on to the winner of the Texans and Hawaiians match.
Quorra: And your history with both teams. The friendships...
Alexander: They don't matter in the ring Quorra. Firewoman and I are going to win the OOWF Tag Team Championships. We're going to be Grand Slam Champions. And the fact is no one is can stop us.
Quorra: Why's that?
Alexander: *smiling* Because we are Phoenix Rising, and well, they're just not.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 15, 2012 1:34:56 GMT -5
Bill! You found out what it is like to feel the wrath of mother Russia! You can drink your pine-sol, and run around with mohawked loser looking for 5 rubles, I am here to beat people up, including YOU! You symbolize the downfall of America. You speak worse Englishes than I do and do nothing but drink pine sol all day long and party. You know nothing of hard work and sacrifice! I sacrifice every day! I sacrifice my foot to keep fighting in the Double O F! I will not stop fighting until I become greatest champion of all the titles!
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Post by BookerShark on May 15, 2012 6:50:51 GMT -5
Wyatt is in his East Ely Nevada radio studio and is on the air.
Wyatt: ...as American Sunrise continues now on this Tuesday morning the 15th day of May, we turn to the telephone lines and welcome our guest at this time, one half of the former tag team champions, the Flying Hawaiians. They will face off Tomorrow Night, 8pm Eastern, 5pm Pacific, OOWF Midweek Mayhem, against the champions Texpress in a Volcano match for the Tag Team Titles. Please welcome Kai. Good Morning.
The Kai: What?
Wyatt: I said Good Morning.
The Kai: I know that you have a long and storied history in this business, but it appears that you aren't totally familiar with who you are talking to. This is THE Kai. THE KAI. Now get it right you fat out of shape Jabroni.
Wyatt: My apologies... THE Kai … you had an agreement with the management of the OOWF that you would not have to face off against Texpress while you held the titles, then GM Selena went around that. Now that you lost the titles to a team that's no longer around, and they dropped them to Texpress, it seems things are back to normal with you facing the Texicans. Your thoughts?
The Kai: The Kai has no thoughts. The Kai has feelings, deep emotions about how our brothers in the New Guard didn't have our back. They didn't keep the outside interference from Drinking and Driving and the Dead Bird Rising from keeping those pieces of petrified Monkey Crap from stealing our belts. Then before we get our rematch that lolo little girl that runs the place puts four teams in a double elimination match at that pay per view in Northern Siberia. But NOW. The Kai and his bruddah and his herpes-ridden girlfriend will take back the titles that are RIGHTFULLY ours in our signature match, a Volcano Match.
Wyatt: For those who don't know in a Volcano match the ring is surrounded by flames while the title belts are suspended over the ring by wires in an X configuration, similar to another organizations' Ultimate X Match. A very dangerous match. The Kai: For once something came out of your mouth that didn't come out of the northbound end of a southbound steer. The Volcano Match. One of the most dangerous matches in the history of Professional Wrestling, and one that the Flyin' Hawaiians excel at.
Wyatt: I do need to point out though that the last time you and the Texpress faced off in this tye of match not only did they win, they set your brother Aina on fire.
The Kai: So what are you saying you gigantic piece of monkey crap? Do you think that this pair of Texas queers can take out the Kai and his bruddah in their own specialty match?
Wyatt: Well statistically...
The Kai: IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU THINK! The Kai and his Bruddah are ready, willing, and able to take the steer riding, queer flying, cowpie eating, strudel beating Texas Retards out of the picture once and for all. And if you don't like it? If you can't handle us being us? Then take a ride in the pipeline and feed the sharks, because THAT is what matters.
IF YA SMELLLLLLALALALOW! WHAT THE KAI! IS! SURFIN!
Wyatt: Strong words from one half of the former OOWF Tag Team champions who try to regain their title tomorrow night in a Volcano Match against the champions Texpress tomorrow, 8pm Eastern, 5pm Pacific, OOWF Midweek Mayhem, check your local listings. Best of luck The Kai.
The Kai: The Kai and his Bruddah don't need your damn luck.
Wyatt: American Sunrise continues after these brief messages on your favorite Radio Station.
As the commercial begins, Wyatt picks up a phone:
Yes, are we set to take off? Great. Call my contact in Vegas to confirm our appointment in about four hours. And I appreciate getting that flight set up so quick, but do we really have to fly through Newark? Oh, you got me a gas mask, great. Set up a flight back to Yelland Field tonight for two. The contact in Vegas will give you the names. Meet them and set them up in the guest quarters until I return on Thursday morning. And make sure the car meets me when I'm back in Vegas. No more Thursday morning screw ups or we'll have some upset stations. OK, thanks.
Wyatt hangs up the phone and sends an IM
Beloved, always thinking of you. Business is about to pick up here, but know that my love for you is eternal. God bless! You will always be my one and only. Lab Kita!...and thank you for understanding about Legs. You would have loved her too.
...the camera lingers on the screen as we...
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 15, 2012 16:46:34 GMT -5
Attitude Adjuster walked into the locker room of Danny Taylor. He drags in Former OOWF Tag Team Champion and DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion But Now Spokesman for The Great Canadian Bagel Restaurant #Heel Cardboard Cutout Johnny Adrenaline, with Special Bob Orton Jr. Memorial Wrestling Cast, and carries a large notepad and pen.
Danny Taylor nods to AA.
AA leans Former OOWF Tag Team Champion and DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion But Now Spokesman for The Great Canadian Bagel Restaurant #Heel Cardboard Cutout Johnny Adrenaline, with Special Bob Orton Jr. Memorial Wrestling Cast against the wall and starts scribbling madly. He hands Danny the following.
Notepad: Your gimmick is you’re MUTE?! What kind of gimmick is that?
DT: Shrugs shoulders.
Notepad: Are you kidding me?
DT shakes his head and points to the notepad with raised eyebrows.
Notepad: JP Sparxx crushed my larynx last week at OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (05/09) Live! From New York, NY (cheap pop!) This could take weeks of rehab before I can talk again.
DT points to “OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (05/09) Live! From New York, NY (cheap pop!)” with raised eyebrows.
Notepad: You think I’m going to stop getting cheap pops just because I can’t speak?
DT nods and looks like he agrees.
Suddenly Honcho Williams walks into the room. He looks surprisingly good for someone who was lawndarted on a stretcher into a sledgehammer just two weeks ago.
HW: Hey boss! Heard you’re having some issues with your throat. Let me help out! Sparxx! Folz! You better watch your ass, buddy! AA and Danny Taylor, coming after you at Midweek Mayhem, Live! From Uniondale, NY (cheap pop!). Be there! How was that, boss?
AA scribbles madly while DT looks amused and confused. As AA is writing, DT grabs a pen and also begins to write.
Notepad (from DT): His promos are worse than LD Williams’.
AA stops writing, smiles and puts his arm around DT’s shoulders. Yes, it looks like this tag team has bonded!
HW: What? What? Was that good? Can I stick around?
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Post by BookerShark on May 15, 2012 16:46:59 GMT -5
Rabbit Mask has made his way to the medics, knowing that his injury requires stitches and/or staples. He lies down on the bed and tells the docs to get to work. One goes to remove his mask, and he grabs their arm to stop them.
RM: The mask stays on.
The medics look at each other in confusion, then shrug their shoulders and tediously begin to work. Expectedly, a reporter enters the room and asks Rabbit if he would be willing to answer some questions while getting sewn back together.
RM: Gladly. First off, Crowing just admitted to being unable to defeat me. Why else would he feel the need to take me out in this manner? Because he knows he can't do it inside the ring. All my fighting, all my assaults, are done inside the ring. Whether it's during the match or after the bell, it's all done in the ring. Crowing has now made it very clear that he is on the same level as Ghosthead. Their abilities inside the ring are simply not enough to get the job done against me, so they have no choice in their minds but to sneak attack me backstage. And what does it prove? That they're better than me? No, it proves that they fear me.
R: Hold on, hold on... You said they can't get the job done against you, but Ghosthead just took the Onslaught Championship from you last week.
RM: Are you dim? The stipulation was set because there's no way either Crowing or Ghosthead could defeat me one-on-one. But when it's made into a three-way, they aren't required to defeat me. Ghosthead defeated Crowing, ok? I wasn't involved in that.
R: I'll take your word for it. So do you plan to take the belt back from Ghosthead, and if so, how?
RM: No. That belt is a joke. Rope breaks, referee warnings, shaking hands... That's not my style. I wrestle, with no gimmicks, no easy-outs, and no respect for the sake of respect. The Onslaught title is for guys who need rules and loopholes to be a champion. I don't. All I need is myself and my abilities. I'm the best wrestler in the world and that belt was holding me back. I don't wrestle the pure match, I wrestle the best match.
R: Just one more. It doesn't sound like Crowing and Ghosthead are quite through with you yet...
RM: I'm just sick of hearing their names, honestly. It's no question that they're below me on the OOWF ladder, and their refusal to accept that and move on is keeping me from moving on. I should be main eventing pay-per-views. I should be in World title matches. But because of these two, I'm stuck in the same spot on the card, week after week. That ends soon. You can take my word for that, as well.
R: Thanks for the interview. Good luck with the stitches, and with Psykle on Wednesday.
RM: I won't need luck. I'm better than that.
The camera zooms into Rabbit's eyes, showing the stitches sewing his eyebrow back together, as we fade to black.
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Post by BookerShark on May 15, 2012 16:53:02 GMT -5
Evans: Okay, personally, I don’t know what’s going on with Kai, or where that whole rant against us came from, but I’m gonna let it slide for now, and chalk it up to having the Trios title taken from him. And quite frankly, I’ve got more pressing issues. Mostly being the fact that thanks to powers beyond logical control, mainly being the fact that this shithole is run by an 18-year-old girl, who took it upon herself to strip the Hawaiians and myself of our Trios titles, I’m short of a title. This brings me to my opponent for this week, the World Champ, LD Williams who also happens to be the man who I made tap out last week.
You honestly think that being in a singles match with me gives you an advantage? Do your research, old man. I’ve beaten you the past two times we’ve faced each other. CLEANLY, might I add? And even when you had two partners with you this week, you still had no choice but to submit to me. Face it, I beat you in everything. I’m a better wrestler, I’m better-looking, and I’m a better promo-cutter. Which reminds me, I feel like getting some Peking duck later on.
Also looks like *looks around* yep, yeah, I’ve also got home-field advantage. Long Island, my home away from home. The place hasn’t changed a bit, even though the people have started looking more like Jersey Shore rejects than the last time I left, and have reminded me exactly why I wanted to leave in the first place. But I digress.
It doesn’t actually matter where I face you. The same thing will happen. You’ll tap, I’ll be one step closer to wrestling immortality, and there’s not a damn thing that you can do about it.
*fade to black*
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Post by BookerShark on May 15, 2012 17:52:04 GMT -5
Wyatt is on his Straight Talk cell phone again. He is apparently in a Limo in Las Vegas leaving the airport...
I know, dear, but pull the plug on the Administrative Assistant. Rather than hire someone new, I'm pulling someone from another enterprise that should do the trick for a few weeks. I think we can safely say rushing someone else into this without doing the proper background checks is a bad idea. When we were just doing the radio shows we had our fair share of enemies. Now that we're doing this deal with the OOWF we're even more on the radar. If all goes well we'll be in better shape than ever. Trust me on this, beloved. You're welcome. I knew you would understand. I'll call you from the airport before I leave for Uniondale. Lab Din Kita.
Wyatt hangs up, then makes another call
Hi! Just wanted to let you know I'm on the way to pick up our friends. Nononono, you did what you could and brought them a very long way. Well, I still have a very small workout room up in East Ely, so I can give them the attention they need. Plus I can bring them down to go through drills with your people and reinforcements with Dr Scott. You did great for the short time you had them. Hey, great show! Glad you held onto that strap! Maybe...well, we'll talk about that later. You think? We'll see. All the best.
Wyatt hangs up the phone as the limo pulls up to a small hotel and the door opens. We see two figures, but little else
Come in, my friends. We have much to talk about....
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 15, 2012 19:19:48 GMT -5
*SFJ#9 approaches Stank for an interview.*
SFJ#9 - Stank, any comments on your match with Ricky Soaring Eagle on Wednesday?
Stank - I'm going to do what I do best. I'm going to beat the shit out of him and claim the win.
SFJ#9 - The two of you have had a rough history.
Stank - History? The guy has been here for all of what? A cup of coffee? He's angry. He wants everybody to feel his pain. I don't give a damn about his pain other than the pain I'm going to put on him Wednesday. You know... I've been accused of a lot of shit around here in the OOWF by a lot of different people, but stupid? Me? It speaks more to Ricky's stupidity to call my intelligence into question. You don't get to be who I am by being stupid. Ricky is about to learn that lesson the hard way. I'm not scared of you Ricky. It is you who should be afraid. Did you see what I did to one of my BEST FRIENDS? What the fuck do you think I will do to YOU... someone I could give two shits about? Someone who is TOO STUPID to understand that you get nowhere FAST by alienating EVERYBODY you meet. But that's how you like it, huh? Fine. You can take this ass whoopin I'm about to hand you then go FUCK yourself, BY yourself, when I'm done. You want the IC belt? Hmmm.... maybe I want it too.
That's bad news for you Eagle.
Don't believe me?
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on May 15, 2012 19:41:58 GMT -5
Firewoman and Alexander Darling are WALKING~! down the hall. Fire has apparently just returned from the weekend, and as we so often do, we catch them mid conversation.
FW: I'm just saying she's not family and it was supposed to be family weekend 'sall. And you didn't have to take a cab.
AD: I'm not riding a motorcycle with my foot in a boot. Look, you wanna put her on the list, she's on the list.
FW: It's not that, it's--
Fire is interrupted by an SFJ running up.
SFJ: Oh my god, you guys are back! I have so many questions! There were promos and that radio guy--
FW: Did you seriously just interrupt me?
SFJ: Oh...um...sorry. I did.
FW: ...
AD: ...
FW: Well, now I've forgotten what I was saying.
AD: You could scroll up.
FW: Never mind...what do you want?
SFJ: Um.....Well, you're facing Stan Fulton and Mai Muyo tomorrow night at Mayhem, and ... well, Stan says you've never beaten him clean...
FW: I haven't?
AD: No clue.
FW: Well, who cares what I've done in the past. It's what I do in the ring tomorrow that's going to count. Like I always say, if it's a foregone conclusion, why do the match?
AD: What Crusher fails to realize is that with every match, every training session, every passing second, Phoenix Rising is gelling as a team that will be unstoppable. He and Mai are just a thinly veiled attempt at relevance.
FW: The New Guard started out so bright, but has turned just pathetic. As predicted. One by one, they lose their grips on the titles and their claims to any kind of legitimacy. They compare themselves to the Five or RunDEA...neither of those stables lost steam nearly as quickly as the New Guard.
SFJ: What about the team though? Do you think they put Stan with Mai as some sort of psychological mind game, given that she's Junichiro's brother?
Fire tenses. Alex touches her hand, and she relaxes a bit.
AD: Mai is a talent, but it remains to be seen if she can really hang with the big time. But she's no Junichiro.
FW: Eyes.
AD: What?
FW: She has his eyes.
AD: So, she should probably wear a mask. Or avoid directly looking at Fire. Just in case.
Fire and Alex start to walk toward their suite.
SFJ: But wait? What about Moose?
AD: Jesus Christ, what about him?
FW: I don't know. I've stopped looking.
SFJ: Or caring?
FW: ...
AD: We're done here.
SFJ: But wait! It was Mother's Day! Why didn't you go see your real mother?
FW: I don't really have one of those. But if you're referring to the woman who gave birth to me, I did call her.
They start again to walk away again, but this is one persistent SFJ.
SFJ: Wyatt Cox continues to comment on your personal life, Fire, calling it "All My Darlings." Do you have--
The SFJ is interrupted by Fire taking the microphone and shoving her into the wall. She crumbles a bit. Alex smiles.
FW: You think I care what some old timer has to say about me?
AD: The same announcer that's doing a slow burn on whatever psychodrama he's got going on?
FW: You think I like having the INC follow me around all the time? It's not my fault that rating skyrocket whenever I'm on camera. Money talks, and advertisers like viewers, and viewers like behind the scenes, warts and all. People don't like it? Talk to Selena.
Fire starts to walk away, Alex starts to follow, and then Fire turns back. She realizes she still has the microphone, and STORMS up to the SFJ, but turns to look at the INC.
FW: Wyatt, this isn't about you. You're not the first, just the latest. I'm sure whatever you have planned will become clear soon enough. Hopefully, you won't regret poking this particular bear.
As for the INCs? You know what? Fuck it. Take a message to your boss. The Darlings are now officially off limits. No access to our Luxury Suite. NO following us to dinner. No anything. You can take this back to the other sexy female journalists and metrosexual mic stands. No Darlings unless they are in the training rooms, the backstage interview area, or the ring.
SFJ: You can't do that! Your contract says--
FW: I have the best manager in the world. If you look, you'll see Lucky negotiated that I have the right to change my out of ring appearances as I see fit.
Firewoman shoves the microphone into the SFJ, who hits the wall again. Before she lets go of the microphone...
FW: And I do. see. fit. And that sparkles with me.
The SFJ crumples to the floor a bit, and Fire and Alex grab hands and walk down the hall.
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Post by BookerShark on May 16, 2012 6:26:36 GMT -5
Cut to a shot of Crowing at the Official OOWF Interview Position, but there is no RBSFJ present. Crowing looks deadly serious and addresses the camera directly.
Crowing: Rabbit Mask, this is for you. I'll admit that my desire to attack you was borne of rage and frustration and I took that out on your arrogant skull with a steel chair. Am I proud of that? No, Am I ashamed? No. I don't appreciate being attacked after a match, and I don't appreciate being dismissed. You think I've admitted that I can't beat you? That I need to compete in a division with limits? Have you seen tape of my career? If you want to prove yourself in the OOWF, then I've got a challenge for you. Beat me. In a match with no excuses. I dare you.
This next I address to our darling General Manager. I think Rabbit needs his arrogance pricked. Make a match, make it... interesting. I'll leave the details up to you, but I promise that we won't disappoint.
Rabbit Mask, you say that I can't beat you. I say that you WON'T beat me. Step up or prove that your beloved mask conceals nothing but a blowhard chicken. Quote me.
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Post by BookerShark on May 16, 2012 7:03:29 GMT -5
Wyatt is leaving the studios of WFAS in White Plains NY when he is confronted by an SFJ...
SFJ: Wyatt, just a moment please.
Wyatt: I really don't have time, but if you want to talk, get into the limo.
The SFJ motions at her driver to follow the limo as Wyatt and the SFJ get in
SFJ: The Darlings have taken shots at you again.
Wyatt: And I should be surprised how? You see, it's like this. I was invited by OOWF management to engage in a cross promotion program with the company. Now I could have just done canned commercials and generic endorsements, but I actually looked at the company. And I saw a star that was just languishing, performing far below her potential. That performer, one Lisa Darling, was a former champion. She was rated dead last. Behind even Comrade Sharkoff! I started talking about the OOWF and her, and her attempts to become a good wife, a domestic goddess, and a better wrestler, and in the process was failing at all three. After a few short weeks, look what happened. The Midweek Mayhem ratings are higher than ever, her merchandise sales have soared, and guess what, she started winning. Now, is she better, yes. Is she performing up to her potential, no. Not even close.
SFJ: You said that in another interview. Why do you believe that she's not performing up to her potential?
Wyatt: You need to remember that 25 years ago when I ran the UNWF, 60 percent of our roster was women. Over half of our cards, and probably 30 percent of our main events involved women. Our women were usually much better performers than the men. And had it not been for the athletic commissions in the 80's still scared about intergender competition, we could have done it. And our International Champion wouldn't have been me or Nasty Ned, but Beth Banner. The training regiments I developed worked well for men, but took women to an entirely different plane of existance.
Now on raw ability and courage alone, Firewoman is exceptional. But Beth could have eaten her lunch seventeen ways from Sunday. That's not brag, that's fact. In fact fully a third of my roster could have beaten her in fifteen minutes or less. Now I offered to help her, but to her...hell, to most of these youngsters, I'm just an old man... But you watch, she'll learn, sooner than later, to take the education where she can get it. But if she just wants to languish, let her. I've got other projects and bigger fish to fry than someone torn between two worlds that wants to be strong in both and won't excel in either.
SFJ: Your lunch date with Stan Fulton and Mai Muyo today...
Wyatt: Is just a lunch date. Mr Fulton was courteous during our interview, I have no ill will toward him, and because I'm here on business, it's deductible. Why not. I would have been happy to have dined with anyone on the OOWF roster...well, except for that Awesome Bill character.
SFJ: What information about Phoenix Rising do you have that you could share with them?
Wyatt: Information? Remember, according to the Darlings I'm an old timer, a has-been who never was. The difference between myself and the Darlings is that I sacrificed a major league career, trips to Japan, to build what was going to be a stable future in the Midwest with a growing and thriving wrestling territory at a time when Jim Crockett and Vince McMahon were trying to kill territories. Great in-ring talent that told a story. We did more great storyline advancement in one thirty minute television show and an hour long radio talk show than the WWE can do with their six hours a week. Plus I trained some of the best wrestlers of that time. A few went to Japan, but most didn't want to leave our territory. I've walked the walk, talked the talk. I've succeeded, not in just one major career, but two. I know what it takes to win in the ring, what positives any competitor has, and what weaknesses. It's not rocket science, but that's what has made me what I am today. I'm a success, and Mr and Mrs Darling, well, they're just not.
SFJ: One final question about Beth Banner...
Wyatt: You know, I loved my Legs, but I don't know why it keeps coming up. It's a sticking point to me that Mrs Darling claims to have idolized her, but knows so little about her. Yes, Firewoman, you died in the ring too. The difference is, you came back. She didn't, and she never will. It wasn't part of some madman's scheme to exact revenge on her. It was a evil being's act of cold blooded murder. I believe it was to be a double homicide that night. Only one of us died. I just wish it had been me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some calls to make.
The SFJ exits the limo and gets into a small car behind the limo as we...
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Post by BookerShark on May 16, 2012 16:49:04 GMT -5
FADE in on a quiet table at Butter Restaurant in NYC. At said table is host of American Sunrise, Wyatt Cox, and the next OOWF World Tag Team Champions, Mai Muyo and The Crusher Stan Fulton.
SF: “Thanks for joining us today, Mr. Cox.”
WC: “Please. Wyatt.”
SF: “Wyatt, then. I’ve always enjoyed The Birch Room here, but there’s something to be said for the openness of The Great Room.”
MM: “I like the moleskin on the booths.”
SF: “However, booths are not exactly comfortable for me, Mai.”
MM: “I have this awesome weight loss program, Stan! We should start that tomorrow.”
WC: “You two seem comfortable with each other already. You haven’t been a team very long.”
MM: “We haven’t been tag partners very long, Wyatt, but we’ve been a team now for some time.”
SF: “I think we’re more comfortable around each other than our opponents are. They bicker more than the normal couple do. Working with your spouse has never been a good idea I’ve noticed.”
WC: “You’ve never been married?”
SF: “No. My three rules for being happy in life are no marriages, no children and no house. Every one of those items required full time work to make sure they’re kept up. Take even time away from one of those to, say, have a job, means you’re concerned about that one when you can’t deal with it.”
At this time, Chef Alexandra Guarnaschelli stops at the table.
AG: “Hello, Stan.”
SF: “Alex. I’d like you to meet my tag partner, Mai Muyo...”
AG: “Ms. Muyo.”
MM: “The food is wonderful, Chef.”
AG: “Thank you so much.”
SF: “...and this is Wyatt Cox, host of American Sunrise.”
AG: “Mr. Cox. I love your show.”
WC: “Thank you, Chef. And I love your food.”
AG: “Very kind of you to say. Nice to see you again, Stan.”
SF: “Thanks, Alex. Always nice to see you. I’ll stop in again later this month so we can talk.”
Chef Guarnaschelli leaves and heads to another table.
WC: “Let’s talk about your match tonight.”
MM: “We know Alex and Fire are gelling as a tag team. But there’s always going to be issues with them as, to be honest, they don’t trust each other. They have to stage little trust exercises to convince themselves.”
SF: “Mai and I are part of the New Guard. Each and every one of us trusts the others. That’s part of what’s made us remain a viable faction all this time. As much as Phoenix Rising would like to dismiss us as has-beens, we’re still here. No, we don’t hold all the titles anymore. Since we’re all competitors of the highest caliber, of course we want to hold gold again. But we can still be an influence on this company without them. The gold helped us get our message out there to begin with.”
MM: “And the only people who’ve compared the New Guard to RunDEA or The Five are usually those who used to be part of those groups.”
SF: “We’re nothing like RunDEA or The Five or whatever group has come before us. We’re about elevating talent. Not furthering ourselves. That’s a bonus.”
MM: “So the old guard, Phoenix Rising or Texpress, need to be cleansed. Preferably with fire.”
SF: “Mai.”
MM: “What?”
WC: “So tonight’s match?”
SF: “Is happily going to finish with Mai and myself the victors. I’m sure Fire and Alex will argue about something or get distracted. They always do.”
WC: “Alright... next subject.”
Which picks up after we FADE
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Post by BookerShark on May 16, 2012 16:50:17 GMT -5
FADE in on a quiet table at Butter Restaurant in NYC. At said table is host of American Sunrise, Wyatt Cox, and the next OOWF World Tag Team Champions, Mai Muyo and The Crusher Stan Fulton.
Wyatt: The three biggest tips I can give you for tonight seem ultra simple, but are the hardest thing to practice except in real-time situations. First, keep your opponents off balance. Keep the ring cut in half, typical Tag Team 101, but turn it up to 11. Second, switch up on them. Don't have either of you work an opponent longer than a minute or two. That keeps them off balance and will send the Darling's frustration meter off the scale. Finally, always know where you are in the ring at all times. Know where your opponents are, and most importantly, know where your partner is. That alone will save you. Then when you know where they are, acknowledge them. Be aware of your environment and the plan. Never stray from the plan.
Mai: What is your plan?
Wyatt: Not A plan. THE plan. Figure out what you want the ending to be, then reverse engineer it.
Stan: Visualization? Isn't that tooo simplistic?
Wyatt: Sometimes the simplest solutions are hiding in plain sight. Of course there's much more to this. I'd invite you to come visit our little town in a couple of weeks so I can show you specifically some of my proprietary techniques.
Stan: Proprietary...
Mai: This could be...enlightening...
Wyatt: Exactly, especially for you, Mai. Imagine your opponent's surprise if you were able to pick up your partner and launch him at them...
Mai: ...But he's...
Wyatt: ...somewhat larger than you. Did you see the video of Beth...
Stan: But that woman was only 175, and I'm....
Mai: ...larger than that...
Wyatt: ...And that was 90 minutes into a match. And I've refined my techniques since then...
Stan: Amazing. We'll have to work a trip into Ely ....
Mai: ...Week after next...
Wyatt: Yes, I'm still working on another project that I should be at a point to perhaps introduce....more variables...
Stan: If you'll excuse me for a moment, I need to call my assistant, Ms Rodriguez.....
Wyatt: ...By all means. Great Lakes Airlines flies into Ely...
Stan: Thank you, I'll be right back...(Stan exits).
Mai: ...I can be that strong?
Wyatt: ...Here, take this DVD. You'll see the proof...By the way, you probably won't win tonight.
Mai: ...Why?
Wyatt: ...Kay's fifth law. Heels don't win the first encounter unless there's a turn involved...
(Kayfabe tries to stand up but falls under the table...)
Wyatt: ...My God, she's such a lightweight compared to her Mother...a fifth of bourbon wouldn't faze her. Now two martinis and she's out like a light...
Mai: ...Can I still burn them?
Wyatt: Eventually....
(Wyatt raises a glass to Mai as we....)
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Post by BookerShark on May 16, 2012 19:23:48 GMT -5
*General Manager Selena's Office*
We fade in to a meeting already being held...
GMS: I can't take the risk.
Alexander: There's no risk. You have my word. I just want a sit down.
GMS: But after everything he's said...
Alexander: Look Selena if we're supposed to have a working relationship with him then let's work with him.
GMS: But he's talking about your family and you haven't always been rational when it comes to that.
Alexander: I'll be on my best behavior but if Wyatt wants to continue to put words into my mouth, I think I've given him enough leeway. It's time he sits down and understands the reality of the situation.
GMS: *thinking* Promise no violence? The board likes the promotion he keeps giving us.
Alexander: You have my word Selena. After the show. Wyatt and I. Live on radio. He wants to continue to poke, it's time someone pokes back.
GMS: I'll get it set-up.
Alexander nods as he gets up and leaves the office to finish his pre-match preparations. Selena takes a deep breath hoping this doesn't blow up in her face as we...
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on May 16, 2012 19:24:41 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Uniondale, NY AWESOME BILL FROM DAWSONVILLE & JUSTIN SANE vs. GHOSTHEAD & COMRADE SHARKOFFGhosthead and Sharkoff enter together, Ghosthead attempting to ignore the cheerful singing of the Soviet anthem behind him. “United forever in friendship and labor…” Bill and Justin Sane are out to a decent pop, with Bill carrying a chain around his mason jar and staring daggers through Sharkoff. The Comrade steps back, to allow Ghosthead to start the match. Not yet taking Bill seriously, the Dark Stranger slaps the Southern boy hard across the face. Awesome Bill from Dawsonville actually lays into Ghosthead pretty well, with clubbing blows over the top of the back. Ghosthead attempts to leverage into a back bodydrop, but Bill actually manages to land on his feet. However, Ghosthead pulls Bill down with a neckbreaker from behind. Ghosthead only getting a one-count, Sharkoff tags himself, and begins putting the boots to Awesome Bill in a necessarily awkward way. Sharkoff has the Full Nelson of Heeldom on Bill, and actually gets a two count off of a Full Nelson Bomb. The Comrade hooks Bill up for a brainbuster, but ABFD slips out the back and pushes Sharkoff into an unfriendly corner and a punch from Justin Sane. Tag to Sane, who comes in with a flurry of jabs to Sharkoff, keeping him at bay. Sane and Bill hit some double team moves, when Ghosthead comes in, the referee turns his attention to him, and Bill comes in, takes a long drink of Pine Cone Party Likker, pulls out a lighter and belches mightily, which sends a flame across the ring, setting the DOUGHAWK on FIRE! Justin turns and charges at Sharkoff, however, he is met with a near-decapitating Iron Clothesline from Sharkoff, extinguishing his hair, and possibly his life. Sharkoff forgoes the pin, tagging in Ghosthead, who calls for Bill to watch and learn, as he rolls Sane over into a Phantasmagoria! Sane’s eyes roll back as he has no choice but to submit. WINNERS in 6:49…Ghosthead and Comrade Sharkoff After the match, Ghosthead rolls out of the ring, grabs his Onslaught championship and heads to the back. Comrade Sharkoff drops to his knees and hammers Justin with punches to the face. Awesome Bill From Dawsonville grabs him from behind, tilts his head back and dumps PINE CONE PARTY LIKKER down his throat! Sharkoff swallows and Bill lets go. Comrade struggles to his feet and then the good ol party likker kicks in. Sharkoff staggers, then rubs his eyes and yells I’M BLIND! I CAN’T SEE! By now, Justin Sane is back on his feet, he stomps around the ring firing up the crowd then screams DOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHAAAAAAAAAWWWWWKKKKKKK!!! The lights go out, we hear a chainsaw, an elephant trumpet, an angelic girls choir, and then the sound of a large man storming down a flight of stairs. When the lights come back on, Sharkoff is lying unconscious in the middle of the ring, Justin Sane is on his knees in one corner, and Awesome Bill From Dawsonville is standing on the Georgian (the country) Announce Table funneling more party likker. The crowd roars and Justin and Bill head to the back. CROWING vs. EL LOBO SANGRIENTOCrowing and Lobo open the match with a patented Handshake of Respect…except Lobo doesn’t let go. Crowing smiles, they pull into a lockup, and some chain wrestling commences as wanker fans chant “THIS IS WRESTLING!” and the cool wanker fans chant “THAT IS DESCRIPTIVELY TRUE!” Crowing gets the advantage despite the size differential, pushing Lobo to the ground with a Tweaking Armbar. Lobo appears to use a rope break, but actually uses the bottom rope as leverage to wrap himself around El Lobo with a rear naked choke. Crowing pulls Lobo headfirst into the turnbuckles after struggle, playing Inoki to the jabbing Lobo’s Ali. Eventually, Lobo blocks a low kick by driving his boot directly into the chest of Crowing, lifting the coughing wrestler up for a big powerslam…pulling him up, another! 1-2-no! Crowing wraps Lobo into a small package! Reversal, Lobo with the pin attempt, then Crowing again, then break. Lobo with a clothesline attempt, duck, Crowing with the dropkick, Lobo knocked into ropes. Crowing kicks Lobo until Lobo trips him up and begins to step through the ropes to the outside apron, but Crowing comes up with an uppercut that stuns the big man. Using the ropes for leverage, Crowing pulls Lobo through the first and second rope Orton-DDT style, hooks the arms—modified WINGS OF THE PHOENIX! Crowing looks exhausted from the strength required, but pulls the limbs away from the ropes, and goes for the pin: 1-2-3! Lobo just missed the kickout! WINNER in 13:25…Crowing! STAN FULTON & MAI MUYO vs. PHOENIX RISINGFulton and Darling start us off, with Fulton taking a ground and pound approach as the former World Champions square off. At one point, Fire feigns an entrance after a one-count, catching Stan’s eye and providing the distraction for Alex to chopblock at the left ankle. Alexander continually focuses on the big man’s stumps as Mai half-hangs in the ring looking for the tag, but Fulton is trying to tough it through. Alexander takes a subtle tag from Fire as he pulls on a front facelock; when Stan Fulton breaks it with a suplex variant, Fire is already in the ring with low kicks around the knees. A Firesault to a standing Fulton fails to pay off, however, as Fulton holds his ground long enough for a powerslam reversal and a two-count. A stumbling Stan Fulton tags in Mai Muyo, who meets Firewoman’s lockup attempt with an AJ-style sitting position dropkick. Fire mostly attempts to ground the free-spirit Christian and holds control of Mai while she’s on the mat, but Mai uses her slightly greater strength to continually break free and try off-rope tricks, eventually connecting with a flying shining wizard for two. Mai catches the groggy Firewoman off the ropes and hooks her back—ENDGAME! But wait! Alexander got the blind tag off of Firewoman. The referee isn’t counting the pinfall, and Mai gets up, suddenly catching an off-top Thesz Press from Darling that takes her completely off-guard! He hooks the leg and gets a narrow three before Fulton can re-enter. WINNERS in 9:42…Phoenix Rising! STANK vs. RICKY SOARING EAGLEStank is out first to a tremendous ovation, but he’s in a BUSINESS mood! He scouts all around as Soaring Eagle’s music hits and Ricky does not immediately emerge, prepared for anything. Sure enough, RSE storms through the crowd and tackles Stank, as this matches is on! Lots of brawling commences, with forced referee breaks becoming increasingly difficult. At one point, Stank actually holds Ricky Soaring Eagle in place in a turnbuckle with his girth as he rains lefts and rights on his head, but Eagle leverages off the second rope as the referee attempts to break for a cool spinning neckbreaker, good for two. Stank powers out and goes for a Spear attempt—caught by the Nasty Native’s knee, but still taking down the Eagle. They roll to the outside, where Eagle is slammed into the guardrail by Stank before Stank himself stumbles off stunned. Eagle spins around and clotheslines Stank over the guardrail before the former World Champion can regain his bearings. Stank and the Soaring Eagle pour out into the audience as the referee contemplates what he’s actually paid for. He dutifully begins a count when he notices the two competitors launching chairs at each other’s heads. Stank tackles Ricky into a mess of extra furniture, but Ricky frees a table leg in the crash and starts smacking it against Stank’s back. The referee gives up the count and calls for the bell for the double-DQ. This doesn’t actually end the fighting, as security pours in just as Stank smacks Ricky over the head with a hollow steel pipe from the bleachers. WINNERS in 8:13…double disqualification. RABBIT MASK vs. PSYKLEThe match is high-octane from the beginning, with Rabbit Mask taking big risks to start against the much larger Psykle. However, most of the risks seem to be targeted toward injury attempts, with dropkicks and spinning elbows targeting the joints of Psykle. Psykle manages to swat one flying elbow out of the air and take Rabbit Mask to the mat, but Rabbit Mask is vicious on the ground, choking Psykle as he drives his other elbow into the biker’s head, leading to a forced referee break. Mask continues his pursuit however, jumping on the arm and targeting the small joints of the fingers to attempt a break. Psykle is in tremendous pain, but still finds himself with a leverage advantage, using it to launch Rabbit across the ring. Psykle comes in with the big boot, good for two. The match continues with the big man keeping the feral Rabbit at bay. Endgame comes when Rabbit Mask crotches the big man up on the top turnbuckle. Climbing, RM looks to consider an STO into the ring, but instead tries to knock the big man off to the mats below outside the ring. Rabbit loses his footing a bit in the vicious blows, however, and a powerful blow from Psykle sends him to the outside, head bouncing off the guardrail. Rabbit Mask is able to recover to a half-crawling position after Psykle eases himself back into the ring, but not before the ten count comes. WINNER by countout at 9:42…Psykle! MATT FOLZ & JP SPARXX vs. “DYNAMITE” DANNY TAYLOR & ATTITUDE ADJUSTERThe New Guard is out before Taylor and Adjuster even get to the end of the ramp, charging them to begin the brawl outside! Following a Sparxx plancha that actually takes out everyone, the referee restores order and finally rings the bell as Sparxx and Adjuster head into the ring. Sparxx is mostly knocking The Attitudinal One around with Flippy Shit, but AA catches Sparxx into a sudden C4 off a flying axehandle attempt! That was…unexpected. AA struts for a second, feeling a little impressed with himself, then remembers to tag Taylor in. Taylor is a HOUSE O’ FIRE, clotheslining down Sparxx, clotheslining Folz as he enters, but before he can get Folz a second time, Sparxx comes back with a ZigZag-style neckbreaker, good for two on the big man, who powers out. Sparxx keeps the pressure on the neck of Taylor with strikes, and gets the tag to the recovered Folz. Folz attempts to work over Taylor with a modified Dragon Sleeper and then a crossface following a rope break, but the big man powers out and levels Folz with chops and a giant overhead elbow. A lot of power play punctuating a back and forth ensues as neither man tags out. At one point, Taylor has Matt Folz hooked for a chokeslam, but Folz kicks DDT in the face and drops down. Folz yells a Monty Python insult at AA, whose mother distinctly did not smell of elderberries. AA attempts to get in the ring, but the referee stops him. Taylor charges Folz, who drops down as JP Sparxx NAILS Taylor with a jumping kick, flying over the top rope! Completely dazed and surprised, Taylor stumbles back as the referee turns around and Folz rolls Taylor up…1-2-3! WINNERS in 12:22…Matt Folz and JP Sparxx! TEXPRESS vs. THE FLYIN HAWAIIANS – OOWF World Tag Team Title Volcano Match“Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy” plays as Texpress comes out to a big ol’ pop , raising their tag team championships aloft. The referee takes the titles and hooks them on the hook in the middle of the X across the ring. We get going real quickly as the Flyin’ Hawaiians storm down to the ring, indeed flyin’ over the top rope with a double plancha. The flames around the ring ignite, and this match is underway! Chad avoids Kai though Zane gets caught by Aina after not moving quite as quickly, and two simultaneous brawls begin with Chad and Aina having the respective advantages. There is a brawling intersection at the four minute mark as Zane plows through Aina with a big clothesline and storms straight through to rip Kai off a chinlock on Chad. Kai whipped into the ropes, double back body drop to Kai! Chad lines Aina up for a kick, but Aina ducks and shoves Zane into Chad when he tries a secondary charge. Aina picks Chad up and begins clubbing blows to the back as the two Hawaiians switch sparing partners. The Hawaiians take the opportunity to go for the titles, The Kai hops onto Aina’s shoulders and reaches for the titles. The Texans get to their feet and yell to Aina, who turns around. Chad and Zane hit a double drop kick on Aina, Kai leaps up and tries to grab the wire, but he misses and falls right into a REALLY GOOD DIAMOMD CUTTER from Zane! Chad heads to the corner and starts climbing the ropes, but Aina stops him, pulls him to the mat, and throws him out of the ring, then follows him out and tries to throw him into the fire. As the two of them brawl on the outside, the Kai tries a sneak attack on a distracted Zane, but Zane avoids it and gains advantage. Zane hits some power moves on Aina and makes an attempt at climbing the wire to get the titles, but Aina catches him and POWERBOMBS him to the mat! On the outside, both the Kai and Chad are growing weary of the flames, so they head back into the ring. Aina grabs Chad and is smashing Chad’s face into the middle turnbuckle, the padding comes off. Chad fights out of the corner with chops and doesn’t get his face smashed in, but the post is now basically Chekhov’s Gun. Endgame comes following Aina being thrown out of the ring by Zane, free from Kai after a big powerslam. Zane Myers hooks Kai up as Chad goes up for a Dropkick Device, but Aina crotches Chad on the top rope. Kai fights out from Zane’s lift and pushes Zane head first into the second rope, where he smacks his head against the exposed steel. Aina hops onto Zane’s back to double stomp his head back into the steel as Kai jumps on the second rope and kicks Chad off his post to the floor below. The Kai once again leaps onto Aina’s shoulders, and this time the Texans can’t stop them. The Kai grabs the tag title from the X, and we have new OOWF World tag team champions, which the crowd boos loudly. WINNERS in 22:26….and NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…The Flyin’ Hawaiians! LD WILLIAMS vs. CHRIS EVANS – OOWF World Championship MatchThe OOWF World Champion, LD Williams, comes out to a big ol’ pop as he holds his championship aloft, keeping his gaze on Chris Evans in the ring. The two lock up quickly, struggling for a full two minutes to try to move out of the lockup position, with exchanges of headlocks and hammerlocks. Finally, Evans gets an eye rake to break, followed by a clothesline off the ropes. Evans has clearly scouted the veteran Williams well, meeting every attempted mat grab with a strike at an open limb of LD. LD Williams takes advantage of one wild swing to scoop behind with a back suplex, switched over into a series of rolling Germans. Evans kicks out of a rolling series pin, but it’s all LD for a little bit, neutralizing the Young Lion. Evans eventually rolls out of the ring, knocking Williams off the apron and to the floor as he gives pursuit. After some brawling outside ends with LD’s head bouncing off the steps, Evans rolls him back in but only gets a two-count. Harsh kicks to the chest, but Williams yanks him off balance on the third one. LD locks a half-Boston Crab on Evans, and he’s attempting to struggle out. Evans flips, kicks LD Williams off into the ropes, and then nails him with a dropkick that sends Williams careening into the referee REF BUMP! Seeing the opportunity, Chris Evans brings a chair into the ring, but the referee is getting up at an unusually quick pace for a referee. Realizing he’s about to get caught, Evans throws the chair to LD Williams and drops to the ground. The referee sees LD with the chair and calls for the bell as the World Champion sighs and rolls his eyes. WINNER by disqualification in 9:13…Chris Evans! Evans shrugs as he exits, yelling “Next Time, and making the “I Want the Belt” motion as he eyes Williams going up the ramp. Williams yells “Next Time” back and holds the steel chair up as the crowd boos Evans. 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 23rd Live! From Hartford, Connecticut. See something you like? Post it here in the 2010 Awards Reminder Thread For all your OOWF shopping needs, check out www.cafepress.com/oowfshirts For all your OOWF History needs, visit the OOWF Archives at www.oowfwrestling.com Join us for OOWF Chat on Wednesday nights!
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