OOWF HELL ON EARTH IX
Live from Asheville, NC
Sunday, September 29th 2013
Jason Allen vs. The Word As fans filed into the building, they were witness to a crowd-pleasing, hard-hitting, and indie style opening match. Jason Allen takes the victory after a fast-paced 7 minute match.
Your winner in 7:08, Jason Allen Chris Evans vs. Alexander Darling PA: “CAUSE I’M THE FUCKIN’ KING OF THE WORLD – GET ON YOUR KNEES!”
”King of the World” by Porcelain & The Tramps blasts over the PA system to a tremendous ovation – because this is Hell on Earth, and this is an Alexander Darling match, dammit! Alexander slaps some hands without breaking his focus on the ring, and bounds off the ropes as he prepares for his longtime rival. “Trooper” by Iron Maiden blares across the speakers as Chris Evans bursts his way out from behind the curtain – and the crowd boos echo throughout every aisle of the entire arena. It’s the charm of Chris Evans – he may not be the most evil man in the company by a long shot, but not a single person would be caught dead cheering the motherfucker.
Evans walks straight up to Alexander and slaps the taste out of his mouth! Alexander slaps him back as the bell rings. Evans comes back with a chop, Alexander back in turn, Evans a couple chops to push Alexander against the ropes, whips him to the other side, Alexander reverses, Evans bounds off the ropes with a clothesline, Alexander ducks, neckbreaker to Evans! Good for a one-count: Evans kicks out, and immediately begins striking Alexander with elbows, but Alexander nails him back with a kick to the gut, and kicks Evans into the corner! The referee pulls Alexander back from stomping, and Alexander obliges—but OF COURSE Chris pops out of the corner with a Superman Sucker Punch! Evans tries to get a cheap pin out of it, but Alexander kicks out, and as Evans charges him again, Alexander catches him and tosses him with a release belly to belly! Darling comes up behind Chris Evans as he bounces off in pain—one German suplex…two German suplexes…Alexander is going for the third, but Evans catches him with an elbow to the jaw, and plants Alexander down with a jawbreaker! Evans makes the international motion for “Fuck this,” and hops to the top rope.
What he was planning up there—a corkscrew moonsault?—we can’t know, because Alexander kips up quickly and climbs the ropes as well. The two of them trade blows atop the turnbuckles, and for a moment, it looks like Alexander might knock Evans all the way to the outside below…but a well-timed headbutt from Evans puts a halt to that, and Chris Evans shoves Alexander to the mat! Evans tries to regain his footing—but somehow Alexander is up AGAIN, and kicks the ropes, crotching Evans on the top! That’s probably not the first insult Chris Evans’ manhood had received today! (What? I didn’t say anything.)
Alexander walks up to the hanging Evans and hooks his arm around his neck…he’s pulling him up for the BRAINBUSTAAAAA—but Evans drops out the back! Evans lands on his feet, EYE OF THE STORM…is blocked as Alexander catches the foot! Evans hops, Alexander spins him around, tries to catch him with the clothesline, Evans dodges, leaps, Evans dropkicks Alexander out of the ring! Not taking a moment to recover, Chris Evans bounds off the opposite ropes, and he looks for a suicide dive—but Alexander had him scouted, spinning out of the way as Evans eats guardrail! Alexander kicks Evans up against the guardrail for a minute before rolling him back in the ring, hooking both legs for a two-count.
A couple minutes pass with the two trading blows, Alexander bringing higher energy until Evans catches him with a high knee to the gut. Evans off the ropes, looking for the Clothesline from Hades—but Alexander catches Evans in the Tazmission! Evans is flailing around, but Darling got it in so tight on the first try that he can’t wrench out! Evans tries to reach for the ropes, but they’re too far…Chris Evans scoops the leg of Alexander and lifts him on the back, despite the lack of oxygen, and grabs the ropes! Alexander, frustrated, gives the break at 4, but still continues to pound away on Evans. Alexander backs up, looking for a running knee—but Evans blasts forward and spears him nearly out of his boots! Evans pulls Alexander over the back—Lethal Vortex! Lethal Vortex! That could be it…but Alexander kicks out at two!
Evans is in control for the first time in a while, and he looks to capitalize by hooking up the legs—ODE TO CANADA! Alexander’s body is contorted as Evans lowers the knee, and in the middle of the ring, it looks hopeless…yet Alexander pushes himself forward and forward! Evans looks manic, pushing down, yelling, but despite all physical laws, Alexander pulls forward and reaches the ropes! Evans doesn’t want to let go, even letting the count run to five, and only on a physical ref break (ref doesn’t want to see a bullshit DQ at HOE) does Evans finally release…but he pulls Alexander’s legs out looking for The Ode again…
…But Alexander clips the legs, grabs one, pulls over to the neck—STF! Chris Evans is locked into the STF, facing a bad direction! Evans quickly realizes there’s no hope forward, and uses his free arm to inch himself back, far enough to hook his free leg under the ropes! Alexander releases the hold…or rather, he rises still holding the arms, as the fans wait in anticipation…CURBSTOMP! Alexander goes for the cover: 1-2-no! Chris Evans got his foot on the ropes!
Evans looks to be on total dream street after the pin attempt, as Alexander rises ready to be met…but seeing Evans still lying there. Alexander cuts the throat, and grabs the deadweight Evans up, holding him over the shoulder, looking for the Emerald Frosion—this is Hell on Earth, baby—but Evans twists his body around suddenly and forces the neck down, into a small package! Evans was playing possum! 1…2…just barely 3!
Winner in 24:13…Chris Evans!Evans rolls out of the ring FAST – perhaps he doesn’t have enough in the tank for an angry Alexander Darling – but he can’t outrun Alexander’s glare, as the fury on the heroic Darling’s face is unmistakable.
Tag Team Title #1 Contender’s MatchBanned from Everywhere vs. Murphy’s Law Banned from Everywhere comes out first led by award-winning Ellie Mae. The fans love the antics of the fun team that somehow was allowed into the arena tonight even though they are banned. Justin asks a few fans for $5 as he makes his way down to ringside and a few even acquiesce and hand over the money. Bill rides his likkercycle down to ringside as it’s pulled by Drunkey and Drunkette. He takes a long swig of PCPL as the Dropkick Murphy’s music begins to play and the siblings Murphy make their way out into the arena. And they aren’t alone either as one of the newest Hall of Fame members and their father Outback Jack walks them down to the ring. The crowd cheers wildly for OBJ as the Murphys all enter the ring. Hugs and handshakes are exchanges between the two groups and OBJ even holds the ropes open for Ellie Mae as they take their place at ringside.
Typical match between these two as the Murphy’s play the power game and Bill in glimpses of actual talent keeps up with them all while Justin accidentally hits a few moves. We get some really nice teamwork from ML though as they are really clicking as a team now and seem focused on bringing that tag team gold back into the Drink & Destroy family. Daniella is working over Justin as they have him isolated in the ring and she drags him towards the center of the ring and hooks a leg as she lifts him up…FISHERMAN BUSTER…but Justin snaps right back to his feet and his Mohawk is slightly dented. He feels for it and actually slumps to the mat. The Murphy’s look confused and don’t know what to do. Bill’s yelling at them that they done messed up Justin’s balance.
Ellie Mae recognizes this and rolls into the ring with a bottle of gelatinized PCPL. She puts on a pair of those heavy-duty HazMat gloves and pours the PCPL into her hand before pulling a Mr. Miyagi and slapping her hands together and rubbing them. She gets the gel all over her gloves before slowly working her fingers through the Mohawk. After a few moments, the Mohawk is back at full standing and Justin gets back to his feet and he stares daggers at Daniella and screams DOUGHAWWWWWWWWK.
The lights go out as this music begins to play:
What does the Fox Say? And as that plays we also hear the Bells of St. Anne chime, the legendary Bobby Thomson “Giants Win The Pennant” call, and Abraham Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address opening. Finally the lights come back on and only Justin is standing in the center of the ring because Bill is tied to a chair under a bright light as Drunkey & Drunkette interrogate him, Ellie Mae, Outback Jack, DH Magnusson, Ashley, & Spencer are sitting at the Las Vegas Announce Table playing strip poker and DK & Daniella are sliding into the ring behind Justin. DK taps Justin on the shoulder and as he turns around, DK hands him $5 and as Justin puts it into his pocket, the weight of all that money is too much and Justin’s pants fall to his ankles. As Justin leans down to pick up his pants, DK lifts him up into a POWERBOMB and drops him as Daniella grabs him with a LUNGBLOWER…That’s a MURPHY BACKPACK. The count is academic now.
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Your winners in 9:31, Murphy’s Law Onslaught Title MatchAmazing Jos © vs. Miranda vs. Jeremy Punswick Miranda is out first, accompanied by her manager,Davin Moreland. Waving and slapping hands with the fans, the rookie is all but vibrating with excitement as she makes her way to the ring for her biggest match to date. She poses on the turnbuckles, and then gets some last minute advice from Davin before running the ropes to warm up. Jeremy Punswick is next, and the reaction for the Saint is the opposite of Miranda's. Punswick ignores the boos of the crowd and rolls into the ring. He stretches in his corner and glares at Miranda before turning to stare up the aisle as the Onslaught Champion steps through the curtain. Amazing Jos pauses on the stage to drink in the cheers, and then makes his way down the aisle. He greets the fans at ringside, and then climbs into the ring and holds his championship high. He hands the belt to referee Davis Hightower, who displays it to the crowd and hands it to ringside. Hightower gives the three combatants their instructions, sends them to their corners, and calls for the bell.
Punswick stays in his corner and waves at Miranda and Jos to start out. They lock up, and Puns goes to attack, but they turn and take him over with a tandem hiptoss. Miranda drops an elbow into his throat and Jos goes to the ropes and hits a rolling senton. He flips over into a cover, but Miranda drags him off as Punswick kicks out. Miranda pulls Jos up and blasts him with a forearm. She scoops the champion up, but Punswick sweeps her legs. She falls and Jos lands on top, hooking the leg. Miranda kicks out at one. She sits up and Punswick kicks her hard in the back, following with a knee to the face. Punswick grabs Jos and sends him to the ropes, levelling him with a standing dropkick. Puswick pulls Jos up and tosses him into the corner, following him in with a hard knee to the stomach. He continues the assault with elbows and chops. Miranda grabs Punswick from behind, but he blasts her with an elbow, turns, and drops her with an STO. Punswick kicks Miranda out to the floor and turns his attention back to the champion. Jos catches Punswick with a kick to the stomach and springs off the second rope to hit a sunset flip for one.
Punswick rolls to his feet off the kickout and drives a shoulder into Jos as he gets up, slamming him into the corner. He follows up with a series of chops and snaps him over with a suplex. He floats over, but Miranda is in with a slingshot senton before he can cover. Miranda pulls Punswick to his feet, nails him with a forearm, and sends him to the ropes. She swings hard with a clothesline, but Punswick ducks it and comes back with a high knee. Miranda manages to drop underneath it and sweeps his legs as he lands. She rolls to her feet and Jos grabs her from behind. The champion hits a belly-to-back suplex, but Miranda flips in the air and lands behind him. Jos senses it and snaps off a kick, catching the rookie by surprise. Miranda falls back against the ropes, and Jos presses his attack. Punswick is up and drives a knee into the champion's back. Jos and Miranda's heads collide, and when Jos stumbles back Punswick plants him with a german suplex. He bridges and Hightower counts , but Miranda breaks it up with an elbow at two.
Miranda pulls Punswick up and he blasts her with a forearm. She responds in kind and manages to get the advantage long enough to wind an arm. She adds a second rotation and runs up the ropes to flip into an armdrag. She hangs on to the arm and tries to turn it into a cross armbreaker, but Punswick locks his hands to block. She strikes him repeatedly in the face with her heel and breaks his grip, but Jos interrupts with a legdrop. Jos pulls Punswick to his feet and shoves him into the corner. He sees Miranda get to her feet and catches her with a spinning back kick followed by a pump kick that sends her to the mat. He turns back to Punswick and goes for the Falcon Rush, but Punswick catches the second kick and reverses into a leg trap suplex. He pounces before the champion gets up and grabs his arms - Curbstomp! He makes the cover, and Hightower counts One...Two...Th - Jos kicks out just in time!
Punswick rolls to his feet and stomps the champion into the mat. He tries to tie him into an indian deathlock, but Miranda knocks him off with a baseball slide dropkick. Punswick is right back on his feet and plants the rookie with a belly-to-belly suplex. He hooks the leg, but Miranda kicks out at two. Punswick pullls Miranda up into position for a suplex, but Miranda blocks with a knee to stomach. She drives an elbow into the side of his head and reverses into a northern lights suplex. She bridges, but Jos breaks it up at one.
Jos pulls Miranda to her feet and buries a knee in her midsection. He hauls her up for the Shut the Hell Up, but she slides off behind him just as Punswick nails him with a Yakuza kick. Jos stumbles back, and Miranda drops him into a backbreaker across her knees. As they land, Punswick leaps high and drives a knee into Miranda's face. Punswick pulls Jos up and shoves him back against the ropes. He hits an Irish whip, but Jos reverses - Falcon Kick! Punswick drops like he's been shot. Before Jos can follow up, Miranda catches him in the back with a dropkick. He falls into the ropes, and Miranda goes to the opposite strands and nails him with a clothesline that sends him out to the floor. She drags Punswick to his feet and sets up the Desecrator but stops. With an evil grin she kicks Punswick in the stomach - Canadian Destroyer! Miranda hooks both legs and rolls him up, and Hightower counts One...Two...Three!
WINNER, and new OOWF Onslaught Champion, Miranda.After the match: Davin grabs the belt and climbs into the ring as Fire runs down the aisle to join them. Fire takes the belt and starts to put it around Miranda's waist, but stops when she notices the new champion is staring past her. Fire turns around and sees L.D. Williams making his way to ringside. Davin steps in front of Miranda, but Fire pulls him aside and says something before sliding out of the ring and heading to the timekeeper's table. Jos has already made his way to the back, but Punswick is still at ringside. He looks about to get back into the ring, but Williams shakes his head and says a few words to him. Punswick doesn't look happy, but he heads up the aisle to where the rest of the Saints have stepped onto the stage. Williams climbs into the ring and stares down the new champion, who stands her ground. Fire finishes her conversation with the ring announcer, who picks up the mic.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner, and NEW OOWF Onslaught Champion, Miranda...WILLIAMS!"Miranda breaks into a smile and jumps into her father's arms. Williams embraces his daughter, and then takes the belt from Davin and puts it around Miranda's waist. Miranda hugs her father again and then hops onto the turnbuckles to the roar of the crowd. Williams watches her for a moment, smiling, then shales his head. He offers a handshake to Davin and Fire, then drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, leaving the new champion to celebrate with her manager and her mentor.
Ghosthead vs. Tommy Wilder vs. Mai Muyo PA: “Who’s Gonna Fight For The Weak, Who’s Gonna Make Them Believe?”
The newly crowned OOWF Face of the Year, Mai Muyo, makes her entrance in a blast of pink fireworks as “Hero” plays, and she wastes little time running down to the ring and sliding under the ropes. That entrance is echoed –at nearly double the speed and energy – by The Radical One, Tommy Wilder, as the stagehands set up a specially constructed ramp for him –and he goes flying right down it on his skateboard, catching enough air to go over the ropes and landing perfectly in the ring! HOE is the time for big entrances, folks…but the excitement quickly turns to tension as the sadistic Ghosthead makes his way down to the ring at last, eyeing both competitors with quiet fury.
Wilder and Mai both come at him directly to start as the bell rings, not looking to let him choose his spot. Ghosthead knocks Mai to the ground with a pieface and a big swing, but Wilder is relentless, nailing Ghosthead with sharp knees to the temple and backing him into the corner! Wilder backs up and runs, looking for the leaping dropkick—no one home as Ghosthead moves out of the way, dropping the elbow on Wilder as he crashes to the ground! Mai comes in fast with a PUNT kick to the head of Ghosthead, and she quickly rolls him over: only good for two when Ghosthead POWERS out, flipping himself on top of Mai and driving his knuckles into her head, even holding her arms down and headbutting her when she pops him in the jaw! Wilder is back up, however, and pulls Ghosthead off, looking for the Double Arm DDT—Ghosthead blocks—Wilder re-aligns, using it as a big swing to toss Ghosthead outside of the ring to the floor below!
Wilder grabs the top rope, clearly looking to springboard over—but Mai rolls him up with a schoolgirl from right behind! Wilder kicks out at two, surprised, and catches Mai with a boot to the gut and a quick snap suplex. Wilder goes to the outside apron to springboard onto Mai—but sees Ghosthead rising outside, and opts to go for the Arabian Moonsault! Bad move, as Ghosthead catches Wilder over the shoulder, and drops him with a scoop side piledriver! Ghosthead rolls into the ring and charges Mai, who leaps over him on the charge. Ghosthead turns around—SUPERKICK from Mai Muyo! Ghosthead flops down and wisely rolls out of the ring to avoid a quick pin.
Mai goes out to the apron, looking for the running flying knee, but Ghosthead charges the knee affirmatively, catching a small blow but flipping Mai face first onto the steel steps! Ghosthead pounces, knocking her head against the steel over and over again, opening up a small cut above the head—but here comes Wilder, who has not only gotten up but atop a barricade, and NAILS Ghosthead with a flying dropkick! Wilder half-lands on the steel steps awkwardly, but hey, that’s what he does, and he kips up right away as he drives elbows into the face of Ghosthead. The two brawl around for a little bit as Mai rolls back in the ring—no clear countouts in a three-way—but Ghosthead manages to Irish Whip Wilder facefirst into the outside ringpost to give him a clear way into the ring.
Mai dodges a first stomp from Ghosthead and manages to drop toehold him down, rolling over his back into a front facelock. Ghost gives her a jab to the gut, but she pulls her legs up and modifies the hold into a TRINITARIAN CHOKE! Ghosthead is trapped in Mai’s variant of his own signature move—and he is none too happy about it, as he punches Mai in the head again and again to force her to release! He quickly hooks her head himself, and rolls her over into the OOWF Finisher Of The Year, The Phantasmagoria! Mai is struggling here –losing consciousness fast even as she refuses to quit – but once again, Wilder is swinging in just in time, with a double stomp from the top rope across the face of Ghosthead, forcing the break!
Wilder quickly tosses Mai from the ring to give himself breathing room, and goes to stomping more on the head of Ghosthead. He hooks Ghosthead up for a brainbuster—but Ghosthead drops out the back and nails Wilder with a reverse NIGHT TERROR DDT! Ghosthead hooks Wilder up…IMPALER! 1-2-NO! Tommy Wilder kicked out right before three! Ghosthead looks furious, but decides to beat Wilder at his own game, going up top for the Spectre’s Fall…
….but Mai is back on the apron and shakes the ropes, CROTCHING Ghosthead HARD on the top turnbuckle, causing him to fall to the floor! Mai leaps up to the top rope in the middle of the ring, and springboards into a SAVIOR SPLASH onto Tommy Wilder! Completely out of nowhere, the bloody Mai hooks the leg: 1-2-3!
Winner in 21:22…MAI MUYO!Mai looks as surprised as anyone else as the referee raises her arm, but the fans cheer loudly as she smiles and then goes to help Wilder up, Ghosthead looking shocked and pained on the outside.
Onslaught RulesStank vs. Firewoman Nonpoint’s “Skin” blasts through the loudspeakers and out comes Stank to a chorus of boos, save from those few Saints of Sinners fans sprinkled throughout the arena. Stank stalks down the ramp, all business, and glares at a few black T-shirts cheering wildly for him in the front row, before walking up the steps and climbing into the ring through the ropes. He steps out to the middle of the ring, arms akimbo, as he faces the ramp and stage waiting for his opponent.
“Firewoman” by The Cult plays eliciting cheers from the crowd as Firewoman walks out on stage. She also walks down the ramp all business, barely acknowledging the praise from the crowd. She slides in under the bottom rope and glares at Stank who hasn't moved from where he stands. Firewoman rises to her feet and begins to slowly circle Stank. The referee sees no reason to delay any further and calls for the bell. We are UNDERWAY!
Feeling out process as Fire circles the big man before launching herself at him, collar and elbow tie-up ends with Stank backing Firewoman to a corner. The ref calls for a clean break and gets one from Stank as he raises his hands in the air and backs away slowly. Firewoman cocks her head from side to side and bounces up and down in the corner before launching herself at Stank again. Collar and elbow tie-up, Firewoman backed up by the much bigger Stank to the corner resulting in another clean break, but as Stank slowly backs away she advances a step and slaps the taste out of Stank’s mouth. Stank turns his head back toward Firewoman and merely smiles which seems to only piss her off.
Firewoman runs the ropes, comes back, and bounces roughly off of Stank’s chest. She might as well have run herself into a brick wall for all the effect she had. Switching tactics, Firewoman runs the ropes again, and slides between Stank’s legs on the rebound. She rises quickly to her feet behind the big man and goes for a kick to Stank’s knee, but Stank catches her foot, spins around and pulls her in for a SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE! Stank covers and gets a one and a half count!
Stank runs the ropes as Firewoman rises to her feet. On the rebound Firewoman leapfrogs over the big man. Stank rebounds off the other end and EATS a beautiful STANDING DROP KICK which only staggers the big man back toward the ropes, so Fire runs off the opposite side and comes back with a Mick Foleyesque tackle onto Stank causing both to go over the top rope, tumbling to the apron and eventually the floor below!
Firewoman is up first. Stank is on one knee. Firewoman charges and nails the big man with a SHINING WIZARD! Fire rolls under the ropes, and back out of the ring, to break the count. She pulls Stank up in a sitting position then lands several kicks to his chest before one final kick to Stank’s face, busting open his bottom lip in a spray of blood. Stank falls back to the floor as Fire slides in under the bottom rope and the crowd cheers!
The referee gets to the count of “EIGHT!” before Stank pulls himself up and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Fire charges at Stank not giving the big man any more time to breath, dropping a knee down on his forehead! She hops up on the turnbuckles looking to end this one early with the BEST! FIRESAULT! EVAR! but NOOOO!!! Stank rolls out the way at the last moment and she crashes and burns!
Stank pushes himself up to his hands and knees and watches Firewoman stir slowly from knocking herself loopy. He rises to his feet and walks over to Firewoman, assisting her up before lifting her off her feet and DRIVING her into the corner! He lays in massive elbows and knees before Fire slumps to the mat! The ref thinks about issuing a warning to Stank to get her out of the corner, but before the ref acts, Stank backs away, giving himself a running start and comes back with a vicious KNEE to Firewoman's head! She goes glassy eyed as she falls slowly over to her side. Stank pulls her to the middle of the ring and covers 1… 2… THRE—NO! Firewoman kicks out of Stank’s weak cover. Gotta respect the cover big man. Stank rises, pulls Firewoman up over his shoulder and hits a THUNDEROUS RUNNING BODY SLAM! He then runs the ropes… STANKONIA 2.0!! cover 1… 2… NO! Firewoman kicks out!
Stank slams both fists down on the mat in frustration and glares at the ref who reiterates that it was only a two count and backs a step, or two, away from the big man, fearing retribution. Stank however sits up on his knees and looks down at Firewoman, thinking. He finally decides to stand to his feet and pull a groggy Firewoman up with him. Irish Whip, rebound and Stank scoops Firewoman up onto his shoulders for a STANK-U!! but in his enthusiasm to get her up the momentum carries him too close to the ropes. So before he can finish the move, Firewoman has grabbed the top rope, preventing Stank from nailing her with his finisher!
Firewoman has used her first rope break The ref calls for it and Stank angrily drops Firewoman to the mat. She rolls slowly out of the ring and falls to the floor! Stank thinks about going out after her, but opts to allow the referee to make the count. Moments pass before she is able to pull herself up to a standing position outside the ropes on the apron just as the ref gets to the count of “SEVEN!” She is just about to step through the ropes, but finds herself SHOULDER TACKELED and slammed HARD off the apron, across the floor and into the crowd barricade from a charging Stank! The ref admonishes him, pushing Stank back a few steps and then turns around, resuming his count as Firewoman lays on the floor outside the ring, unmoving.
Stank has used his first referee warning Firewoman finally stirs at the count of “TEN!” and slowly crawls over to the ring. The ref counts “THIRTEEN!” before she is able to roll in under the bottom rope. Stank drops a BIG ELBOW and covers! One… TWO… Firewoman gets her foot on the bottom rope!
Firewoman has used her second rope break Stank pushes himself up onto his hands and knees and glares at the ref in frustration. He rises up to his feet and stares down at Firewoman. He pulls her to the middle of the ring then runs the ropes. On the rebound he looks to drop some damage on Fire, but with a burst of energy she hops up to her feet and nails a CRUCIFIX DRIVER knocking the big man down to the mat, and eliciting a loud cheer from the crowd! Stank pushes himself up to his hands a knees again, but Firewoman is just a step quicker to her feet. She drives a knee onto Stank head, underhooks both his arms… FIRESTORM! (Snap underhook DDT) Fire then pulls back on both of Stank’s arms looking for a CURBSTOMP! but Stank REVERSES before she can hit the move, muscling Fire down to the mat! Stank then crawls onto her back and locks her up in the CATCH-22!! (Sitting Single-Wing choke - Tazzmission)
The crowd pleads for Firewoman to hold on as she is just close enough to brush the fingertips of her free arm against the bottom rope, and if Stank had noticed, he might have been able to adjust and get the tapout, but Fire after several attempts, manages to jut her hand forward enough to hold onto the rope.
Firewoman has used her third and final rope break! But the big man does not release her, screaming for Firewoman to “TAP!!” The referee pulls at Stank’s arm, giving him the benefit of the doubt, and shouting at Stank assuming maybe he hasn't noticed that his opponent has the rope. Stank simply glares at the ref as he continues to sit on Firewoman’s lower back and wrenches back on her head and arm even tighter! Firewoman is flexible, but not enough to ignore the fact that a 300 plus pound man is sitting on and torquing her lower back past the point it should go. She SCREAMS in agony and the ref insists Stank release her!
Stank has used up his second referee warning! Stank however will not release her, as Fire loses her grip on the rope and howls in pain, refusing to tap out! She somehow manages to reestablish her hold on the rope, but she’s used up all her rope breaks.
Fire is in BIG trouble and she knows it. She reaches with her free arm and tries to pull down on Stank’s arm placed under her chin, but he has it cinched in tight. She pulls again with all the strength she has left and does the only thing she can to get Stank to release the hold… she bites down hard on his forearm!
Firewoman has used her first referee warning. That does the trick however as Stank rolls off of Firewoman’s back and looks down at the bite mark left there. He glares angrily at Firewoman who has rolled over breathing heavily with her hand placed on her lower back. Stank rises to his feet and stalks over to her. He pulls Firewoman to her feet and flings her into the corner! He follows that up with a CORNER BODYSPLASH then lifts her up to the top turnbuckle. He cradles her head and it looks like he might be going for a CRADLE TO THE GRAVE (Muscle Buster) but apparently he changes his mind mid setup, as he starts to climb the corner. He headbutts Firewoman once, busting her nose open in a spray of blood to soften her up. He then climbs and reaches the top pulling Firewoman up onto his shoulder and … oh no… positioning her for a top rope PILEDRIVER!
The crowd PLEADS for Stank not to do it as he performs a balancing act in turning both he and Fire around so he can land the move in the ring! Stank has her in position and takes a moment to look out at the massively BOOING crowd! Even the Saints of Sinners fans seem to not want this! Stank simply smirks and shrugs shoulders. He lifts Fire up and hops off the ropes… … … but Firewoman manages to wrap her legs around Stank’s head and REVERSES the move into a FLAMETHROWER!! (Top turnbuckle hurricarana) Stank lands on his head!!! Both combatants are down and out! The crowd alternates in chants between “HOLEE SHIT!” and “THIS IS AWESOME!” *clap, clap, clapclapclap*
The ref checks on Stank who is not moving. He then checks on Firewoman who slowly begins to stir. She lifts her head and sees that Stank is unmoving then crawls slowly over to the big man draping an arm across his chest.. ONE… TWO… WTF!!
The bell rings signaling a
30 minute Time Limit DRAW!! Boos all around as the crowd pleads for the match to continue! Firewoman rolls over onto her back laying there next to Stank who still hasn’t moved. The ref walks over to the side of the ring facing the timekeeper and they seem to be discussing something. Ring announcer Mike Elevenbee walks over to listen to the conversation as we focus back on Firewoman who props herself up onto her elbow and looks at Stank’s still form. A look of concern flashes across her face as she reaches over and feels for a pulse on Stank’s neck. The look of concern turns to panic, as she checks more frantically after not finding a pulse.
Fire: ”Lucas..” A hush falls over the crowd as she still can't detect a pulse and grabs Stank by his shoulders shaking the big man with all her worth!
Fire: “LUCAS!!” Stank: “WHAT WOMAN??” Fire flinches back with a start and holds her hand over her racing heart in immense relief. Despite herself a single tear falls from her eye as she watches Stank roll slowly over onto his belly and push himself up onto his hands and knees. The crowd cheers and applauds in relief, then resumes their call for the match to continue. The ref is handed a headset from a ringside official and listens intently. Moments later he hands the headset back to the official and walks out to the middle of the ring. Ring announcer Mike Elevenbee speaks into the live mic.
ME: “Ladies and Gentlemen General Manager Nate Corbitt has stated that this match... WILL CONTINUE…”
The rest of whatever Mike Elevenbee had to say is drowned out by the wild cheering from the crowd. Firewoman has managed to make her way to one corner, Stank the opposite corner. The ref asks if each of them are ready then calls for the bell! Now since this match is continuing and not being restarted the penalties that each combatant have incurred still stand. Firewoman has used all of her rope breaks and has one referee warning. Stank has used up two referee warnings.
Stank opens his eyes upon hearing the ref calling for he and Firewoman to resume battle. Firewoman maintains her position. She’s somewhat hesitant about rushing Stank with the notion that she might have killed him earlier still fresh on her mind. Stank pulls himself up in the corner and CHARGES Firewoman instead, much to her surprise! Firewoman side steps Stank and he crashes into the corner! Firewoman goes for a quick roll up and gets a two count before Stank kicks out!
Fire drives an elbow onto Stank’s shoulder and applies a headlock. Stank lifts her off her feet and hits a back body slam! Stank rolls to his feet and goes to drop and elbow, but Firewoman rolls out the way! She spins quickly to her feet and lands a dropkick to Stank’s head. Stank rolls over onto his back and she nails him with a standing FIRESAULT! Cover 1.. 2.. Stank kicks out with AUTHORITY!!
Firewoman nearly gets tossed out of the ring from the kick out and hops to her feet. She attempts a springboard body splash, but Stank rises to his feet quickly and catches her midair onto his shoulder, but her momentum carries her just enough to convert that into a SIT-OUT REAR MAT SLAM!(Edge-O-Matic) She covers and gets TWO! She flips Stank over and applies the WALLS OF JERICHO (The real kind with a knee on the back of Stank’s head) Stank struggles for what seems like an eternity in the move, but manages to claw his way to the ropes.
Stank has used his first rope break! Firewoman releases the hold and bends down to pull Stank to his feet, but just as she does so Stank rolls her up with an INSIDE CRADLE for a TWO count before Fire kicks out! Both combatants scramble to their feet and Firewoman nails a donkey kick to Stank’s gut then goes for her second FIRESTORM DDT of the night, but Stank REVERSES lifting Firewoman up and over while she is still hooked onto his arms! He lands on his back, pinning Firewoman between himself and the mat! The ref counts 1… 2… NO! Firewoman JUST manages to wriggle out from underneath Stank and get a shoulder up!
Stank gets up to his feet. Firewoman follows a step slower. Stank runs over and grabs a fistful of Firewoman’s hair on the back of her head and DRIVES her face down onto his knee... SHITFACED!! Fire’s already bloodied nose bleeds anew as it slams off of Stank’s bended knee. She falls over backwards as Stank runs the ropes and lands a second STANKONIA 2.0! That’s a cover… 1… 2… NO!!! Firewoman BARELY lifts a shoulder in time! Stank snarls and pulls Firewoman to her feet. Irish whip, Firewoman ducks under a clothesline. On the rebound she comes back with BULLDOG to Stank! She scrambles to her feet and grabs both of Stank’s arms pulling back and hitting a CURBSTOMP! She then spins around and grabs Stank in a FRONT FACE LOCK then flips over into a LAST CHANCERY!!!
The crowd BEGS for Stank to tap out as the big man struggles wildly in the hold! He hears Firewoman screaming for him to tap, but would rather lose conscious than give her the satisfaction. He claws his way ever so slowly to the ropes giving one last heave toward the bottom one, before catching hold of it and nearly passing out in the effort.
Stank has used his second rope break This time however Fire ignores the refs warning for her to release the hold!
Firewoman has received her second referee warning. Stank manages to continue to claw his way over the bottom rope, carrying both he and Firewoman out of the ring, falling to the floor below, which finally breaks the hold.
Firewoman scrambles to her feet and stares down at Stank while he winces in pain, clutching the back of his neck! She takes a moment to think about what to do next as Stank rolls over and slowly pushes himself up on his hands and knees. Firewoman rolls under the bottom rope breaking the refs count, then backs up around the corner beyond the steel steps to give herself a running start. A heartbeat later, she takes off running, vaulting off of the steel steps, flying through the air at Stank, who rises quickly to his feet in a burst of energy and catches Firewoman on his shoulders, driving her to floor outside the ring with an earth shattering STANK U!!!
Stank is too out of it to follow up as both lie still outside the ring. The ref’s count reaches “SEVEN!.... EIGHT!!.... NINE!.... TEN…. ELEVEN!.... TWELVE!!...”
Stank begins to pull himself up slowly onto the apron as Firewoman continues to remain unconscious! The ref's count reaches “FIFTEEN” before Firewoman stirs. Stank sees her and decides he’d rather end this in the ring, as the ref reaches “EIGHTEEN” he quickly grabs Firewoman and tosses her in the ring under the bottom rope before sliding in after, barely in time before the twenty count!
Stank stands to his feet, walks over to Firewoman, bends down to pick her up, and now it’s her turn to surprise him with an INSIDE CRADLE! ONE! TWO! Stank reverses Fire onto her shoulders.. ONE! TWO! Fire rolls Stank back onto his shoulders.. ONE TWO! STANK KICKS OUT!
Both Firewoman and Stank scramble quickly to their feet! Firewoman charges and swing up and around Stank back for an attempted CRUCIFIX DRIVER, but Stank holds fast and shifts her up onto his shoulders for a STANK-U!!! But Fire REVERSES that into a FACELOCK JAWBREAKER, or if you’re picky, a STONE COLD STUNNER! Fire quickly hops up to the top turnbuckle… FIREBOMB HITS!!! The crowd sings along with the count!
ONE… TWO… THREE!!!!!
Your WINNER in 41:05… FIREWOMAN!!! Firewoman’s theme song hits the loudspeakers as the crowd cheers wildly applauding both combatants. Fire turns over onto her back exhausted as Stank slowly rolls out of the ring. The referee walks over to Firewoman and raises her hand in victory as she sits up and smiles elated to have gotten the victory. Stank slowly makes his way around the ring clutching at the back of his neck and holding a forearm over his chest, breathing heavily. Firewoman watches Stank walk away who avoids looking back. She rises to her feet and limps slightly to the ropes by ramp side.
As Stank heads up the ramp still without looking back, or up at the Jumbootron with Firewoman’s image on it, Christian Carter and Jeremy Punswick make their way from behind the curtain, stalking down the ramp toward the ring with bad intentions. This inspires loud boos from the crowd. Firewoman’s music stops as the Saint’s of Sinners make their way toward her, but Stank reaches out with both his arms and holds both men back. They glare at Firewoman over Stank’s shoulders as he speaks softly to his colleagues.
Whatever he said to them convinces Punswick and Carter to slowly back their way up the ramp, pointing at Firewoman angrily. Stank remains stationary on the ramp soaking up the loss momentarily as the crowd cheers. With his head down, not once looking back, Stank resumes his slow walk up the ramp as Firewoman’s music fires back up!
Firewoman raises her hands in victory and stares after Stank as he walks up on stage and disappears behind the curtain without further incident.
Intercontinental Title MatchAlexis Darling © vs. Christian Carter Russ: Folks, let me tell you, the intensity for this next match is off the charts. Christian Carter's made quite an impact here in his short time here in the OOWF, mostly against the Darling family. Tonight he makes his Hell on Earth debut challenging for the Intercontinental Championship. How do you see this one turning out Razz?
Razz: Christian Carter is young, talented and extremely cocky, and he has a right to be. He has a bright future here in the OOWF. But you know that Alexis hasn't forgotten what Carter has done to her this week, and if there's one thing that we've both learned over the years it's that you never, ever want to piss off a Darling. I think Carter made a mistake and added a little too much fuel to the fire this week, and he's going to get burned.
Russ: We'll find out soon if you're right or not. Let's head down to ringside for the official introductions.
"Soulfire" by 12 Stones plays and Christian Carter comes down the aisle to a chorus of boos. He seems to revel in them, smiling as he encourages the crowd to boo louder. He stands in the corner and waits as "Fighter" by Christina Aguilera plays and OOWF Intercontinental Champion Alexis Darling makes her way to the ring. Alexis seems to be ignoring the crowd, the music and everything else, glaring daggers through Carter, never taking her eyes off of him as she steps into the ring. Alexis hands the Championship to senior official Angelo Barros, who holds it high up in the air and then calls for the bell.
Major slugfest to start which, despite being outweighed by nearly 150 pounds, Alexis uses her rage to win driving Carter back into the corner. Chop (whoo), Chop (Whoo!), chop (WHOOO!) you can see Carter's chest already starting to turn red. Hard European uppercut sends him down in the corner. Alexis backs up and then charges forward, hitting Carter with a hard running dropkick right to his face. A dazed Carter tries to get to his feet, only to be taken over with a flying head scisors. Alexis picks Carter up by the hair and then nails a sick looking brainbuster. She mounts Carter for a little UFC type ground and pound, nailing him with vicious elbows, opening up cuts coming from his nose and above his eye. Alexis picks Carter up again, only this time Carter thumbs her in the eye. As Alexis tries to regain her vision, Carter damn near decapitates her with a powerful clothesline.
A bloodied Carter now takes over on offense, scooping Alexis up and hitting a running powerslam. He then shows off his strength by holding Alexis up and hitting a very delayed high vertical suplex. Carter quickly follows that up with a perfectly executed swinging neckbreaker. Northern Lights Suplex gets a 2 count. Death Valley Driver drops Alexis right on her head. Carter slides out onto the apron and springboards over the ropes with a legdrop. He covers for another close two count. He looks to pick Alexis up, but Alexis surprises him out of nowhere with a small package for 2. Carter's fastest back up to his feet, and nails Alexis with a sidewalk slam. The big man heads up top and absolutely drills Alexis with an elbow drop right on her heart. He covers... 1...2....Alexis kicks out just a millimeter before Barros's hand comes down for the 3 count.
An enraged Carter is not happy about the count, nor is he shy in expressing that opinion. He stalks Barros, looking like he's about to strike the referee, when a just barely enough recovered Alexis comes up behind him and hits a Codebreaker. She covers, and now it's Carter's turn to barely kick out. Alexis whips Carter off the ropes, Carter ducks a clothesline and nails her with a neckbreaker. Carter gives Alexis a bloody kiss, then picks her up and hits the Fall From Grace. It's over, we have a new Intercontinental Champion..... except for the fact that Alexis kicks out at 2.9999999999999. Carter is absolutely incredulous, but the referee's call stands. Carter goes for another Fall From Grace, looking to finish the job, but Alexis reverses and hits the Bitch Killer. 1....2....NO! Carter somehow kicks out. Now Alexis slams the mat in frustration. Both wrestlers get back to their feet, Carter charges, Alexis ducks and takes him down with a drop toe hold. Alexis grabs Carter's arms... MOTHERFUCKING CURBSTOMP! Alexis covers, 1....2.....3. Alexis finally puts him away after a very valiant effort by the challenger.
Winner by Pinfall in 24:29 and retaining her Intercontinental Championship: Alexis Darling Matt Folz vs. LD Williams LD and Matt search for an opening in each other’s defenses, looking for that first move. Collar and elbow, neither gets the upper hand. Second lock up, no dice. When they break, LD and Folz start jawing at each other, and LD hauls back and slaps the taste out of Folz’ mouth! Folz looks stunned, then really pissed off, and LD goes to the ropes before Folz can get to him, and the ref pushes him back.
Both men start the dance over, and LD succeeds in getting a side headlock – takeover, Folz gets back to a base and shoots LD into the ropes – LD ducks a clothesline, comes off the opposite ropes, and walks right into a sidekick from Folz! He takes most of it on the shoulder, and staggers back to the ropes, Folz follows on the attack. Forearms to the head, LD rides the onslaught out, and muscles Folz over the top rope – he hangs on to him, and clubs Matt across his back as he’s draped over the rope. Folz is able to drop to the floor, grabs LD’s leg and drag him out where he send LD to the barricade! Folz clotheslines LD over the barricade and then rolls back into the ring at 5, and smiles at LD as the Saint regains his bearings.
LD gets back in the ring, and he and Folz start picking up the pace, though LD cuts corners more often, and ultimately gets the upper hand with a poke to the eyes – short arm clothesline, and LD locks in an STF! Folz struggles, realizes he is in a bad position and then bites William’s arm! LD howls, yells at the referee to do something, the referee admonishes Folz, then chomps down again! Ref starts the 5 count, but LD lets go of the hold and both men scramble to their feet – and Folz spits a wad of blood as LD’s feet and smiles. LD Charges, drop toe hold by Folz, float over to a half nelson, LD gets to a verticle base – half nelson suplex by Folz! That one stunned Williams!
Folz goes .98 Tazz, and puts on a suplex clinic for the next several minutes – Williams gets a few shots in, but Folz is doing most of the damage. After a TBone suplex, Folz manuvers behind Williams and plants his with a picture perfect Tiger Suplex – Williams’ shoulders’ are down –
1…2… Williams kicks out!
Folz doesn’t let up, and grabs a waist lock, hoists LD up and over for an overhead release throw – Williams crashes to the mat, Folz traps the legs and hooks in a leg trap neck crank – He pulls back hard, but Williams will not give up… damage down, Matt releases the hold out of frustration. He moves in to inflict more punishment, and LD grabs him and throws him shoulder first into the ring post! Both men are down, and the referee starts the count – both men are up at 7, but LD is a split second faster and knocks the wind out of Folz with a shoulder block in the corner. He then lifts Folz up in a bear hug, drives him into the corner again, hoists him up and plants him with a sit out powerbomb! Cover –
1…2….Folz kicks off at 3 ¾!
LD slams his fist on the mat in frustration, hooks a front facelock on Folz as they get to their feet – DDT! Cover!
1… KICKOUT!
LD looks up at the ref and screams “WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?” Then Folz kicks LD in the back of the head from the mat – knee to the spin of the seated Williams, then a second one, he transitions into a STUMP PULLER submission! Williams struggles, gets a hold of Folz’ hands, breaks his grip and stands up – ELECTRIC CHAIR DROP! Williams crawls to the cover –
Kickout before the one count!
Williams straddles Folz and blasts away with ground and pound, ref pulls him off at 5, Williams shove Folz into a corner, pick him up and sits him on the top turnbuckle – LD Williams gets ready to DDT Folz off the top! Floz throws punches into Williams’ gut, floats over- ANGLE SLAM!
1..2.. William rolls his shoulder and goes for a STF!
Folz counters into an anklelock!
Williams rolls out of it – FOLZ continues the roll and gets a crucifix pin!
1….2….3!
Winner at 47:11, MATT FOLZ!
