MidWeek Mayhem (11/13) Waterproof, Louisiana

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Waterproof, Louisiana
November 13, 2013

Intercontinental Title Proving Ground Match (If Miranda can win within the 20 minute time limit, she gets a future IC title shot)
Alexis Darling vs. Miranda Williams

Best of Seven Series, Match 2: Stips TBA (picked by Texpress)kz leads 1-0)
Texpress vs. kz

Non-Title Match
Ghosthead vs. Chris Evans vs. Danny Taylor vs. Christian Carter

Non-Title Texas Tornado Match
Salvation vs. Murphy's Law vs. Banned From Everywhere

Alexander Darling vs. Jason Allen
Matt Folz vs. Jose Reyna
Stank vs. Mai Muyo
Firewoman vs. Tommy Wilder
Chloe vs. TBA

Card subject to the levee breaking

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The scene opens up and you see Christian Carter, Jason Allen, and Jose Reyna, standing behind the OOWF banner. All three men are dressed in tailor made 3 peice suits, wearing sunglasses. Carter is in the middle, with Allen on his left and Jose on his right.

CC: OOWF, so far we have shown why it is that we are a team not to be triffled with. We demand the fucking respect that we deserve. No one is above us, not your champions, not your warriors, and definately not your Darlings. The only good thing about a Darling, is flat on their back, or in Lexi's case, on her back and her legs spread.

Alexander, you have been targted, because your MOUTH is running, and we just want to permenatley shut you up. It is time that you realize old man, that you are way out of your league when it comes to the Kings, and we will put you in that retirement home that you so deservingly need to be in.

Jason Allen takes a step up, as the camera focus' in on him.

JA: Darling, one week away from you and me going one on one for the first time. 6 days away from an ass whooping that will not compare to anything you have ever felt, not even your kinky wife's S&M addiction, can muster it. We will not be denied our right, our destiny...OUR LEGACY here inthe OOWF, and taking down a Darling seems like the first step in the right direction.

The camera now focus' in on Jose Reyna.

JR: My name is Jose De Jesus Reyna, and you Alexander Darling, I want to thank. Thank you for opening my eyes up to see that a man behind a mask is nothing more than a man trying to hide himself. With your sledgehammer shot to the back of my head, I came to realize just what kind of man you are, and what kind of man you need to be to make a name for themselves in the OOWF. I stand before yout that man, and now I see Christian's New World from a differnt light, one that we will rule throughout this company.

Wednesday, me and you go face to face Matthew Folz, we don't like one another, that I do know, but what you may not realize is, your pal has woken a beast...a monster hidded within, hybernating, buying it's time, until it can be uleashed. It just so happens, your the first in line. I kind of like that, now I can give your bride to be a nice wedding gift, you in a hospital bed, with a broken body, just like poor Aaron Rodgers. Hell, could probably put you in a bed right next to him, and he can sit there and tell ya to get State Farm Insurance, do the double check, then sit back in his bed, and cry like the bitch he is, knowing he cost them the playoffs now.

Camera comes back to Carter.

CC: OOWF, we are here and we have made statements, and now it's time to see what else we are capible of. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

With that Carter steps towards the camera, Allen and Reyna are right behind, and they grab the camera man. He tosses the man to Allen who gives him a superkick for his troubles. The man drops to his knees, only to get hit by the Beso De La Rosa (Jumping Round Kick to the head). The man is completely knocked to the ground. Allen and Reyna pick up the man, and set him up for Carter's Final Testimony, and he connects on innocent man, as his body goes completly limp. Carter pulls out a playing card from the inside of his suit jacket, and places it on the man's chest, revealing a twisted Suicide King skeleton with a revolver pointing to it's head, with a real heart in the corner.



The walk away, as the scene fades.

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We see Matt Folz finish watching the Suicide Kings promo and shake his head.

MF: When Run DEA got together, a bit before my time in the company, they made an impact by holding every title in this company simultaneously. The Five were one of the most blood thirsty group of individuals in the history of wrestling. The New Guard? Well, we made our impact by not only holding every title, but also ending Outback Jack's career and giving Davin Moreland the worst ass kicking of his life. Carter, you were an errand boy for the Saints, so you know what they're all about.

Those are just a few of the many stables in the history of this company. All of which had a major impact, if only for a short time. So now we have the Suicide Kings, who just made a statement to the world by.... a 3 on 1 beat down of a 105 pound camera man. Doesn't sound quite as impressive now does it? Let's face it boys, for all your talk you haven't accomplished jack shit in the time you've been together. Talking shit is fine, IF you can back it up, you haven't so far. I can and I have. Multiple time Onslaught Champion, Multiple Time Intercontinental Champion, Imperial Onslaught Winner, Former OOWF Invitational Winner, Reigning OOWF Wrestler of the Year, and soon to be World Champion. Now Jose, I have no doubt I'll walk out of the ring Wednesday night in worse physical shape that I walked in, but I also have no doubt that I will walk out victorious. And as far as your claim that you'll "Leave me in a hospital bed with a broken body" well, wrestlers a hell of a lot better than you have tried and have failed. See you Wednesday bitch.


Fade

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*Jose Reyna is sitting backwards on a chair while Jason Allen is sitting next to him, reading a magazine, nonchalantly*

*Both of Jose's arms are crossed and rested on the back of the chair as he leans a bit forward*

*He hides the bottom half of his face behind his arms while his eyes stare blankly at the wall*

*An ice pack sits on the back of his slicked back hair. He wears a red long sleeve shirt, a grey vest and grey slacks with a black tie.*

Jose: He underestimates me.

Jason: Yup... *Flips page and continues reading*

Jose: He still refuses to recognize i'm just as adequate, if not greater than.

Jason: Yup... *Flips another page*

Jose: I don't like him, Jace. He's rude.

Jason: Yup. *Continues reading*

Jose: *Scoffs* Matthew truly believes that our match on Wednesday is about Victory or Defeat.

Jason: Yup... *Turns page*

Jose: His definition of a "victory" is completely different than what I have in mind... I haven't won until I've ripped him to pieces and crippled him on the inside.

Jason: Yup...

Jose: It's time he acknowledges that i'm more than just an annoyance. I will finally have my chance to beat respect in to that ignorant FUCK!

Jason: *Turns around* Wow, I didn't realize this but that's the first time i've heard you cuss all week. *Goes back to reading* That's pretty "amazing". *Vomit spews through the cracks of Jose's arms. Jason jumps out of his seat* What the fuck!?

Jose: *Gives Jason a helpless look* Sorry. I haven't learned to control that yet.

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(Chloe is sitting in front of her laptop, watching footage of the destruction of Typhoon Yolanda over the Philippines. She shakes her head as she is approached from behind.)

Moose: So much for all those prayers. Three dead...

Chloe: So far. Frightening.

Moose: And their God hasn't done a thing for them. I told you so.

Chloe: (A melancholy look on Chloe's face) I wonder about...Mary Lou's parents and grandparents...

Moose: Worrying about the old folks at home?

Chloe: Her folks reminded me of mom. They were nice. Always happy. They don't deserve to go through this.

Moose: Like you didn't deserve what Phelps did to you?

(A shiver goes through Chloe, and we see a bit of vulnerability in her. Moose touches her on the shoulder, and the vulnerability dissolves into anger.)

Moose: It doesn't matter who they are, what they did. Everybody burns when it's their time.

Chloe: Everybody burns.

Moose: The false sense of security that religion gives people fools them into thinking it will all be alright. They are wrong.

Chloe: Everybody burns.

Moose: It doesn't matter if they're the choirboy, the fool on the corner passing out tracts, the woman across the street selling her body, or the man down the road selling drugs.

Chloe: Everybody burns.

Moose: You, me, Mai, even your sister.

Chloe: Everybody...(Chloe hesitates)

Moose: Go ahead.

Chloe: Do we have to?

Moose: Your pious sister thinks she's better than you. She thinks she's the boss of you.

Chloe: She's not. But she's my sister.

Moose: She has to burn. She's one of them. You must end her.

Chloe: Only a Neal can end a Neal.

Moose: Get under her skin, get her back here. Then I will cripple her, like I did Crete, like I did Lexie. Then you can finish the job. You can finally get your revenge. You will be the better, once and for all.

Chloe: The better...

(Chloe hesitates, and Moose takes her by the chin and their eyes lock. For a moment Chloe seems to be reluctant, but her face slowly drains of emotion and the anger comes back into her eyes.)

Chloe: I am the better. We will end her.

Moose: Trust us.

(Chloe closes the laptop and begins laughing, taking out a case of San Miguel and handing one to Moose and keeping one for herself as the camera...)

FADES

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<we see Awesome Bill From Dawsonville and Ellie May From Elijay walking down the hall>

ABFD: So…..whachyoure sayin is we got us a tag team title shot at the pay per view?

EMFE: Yes…..you and Justin face Salvation. For the titles. At the pay per view.

ABFD: Well hell, ol NASCAR Stan ain’t such a bad feller! That Mooney Muyo though…….

EMFE: Stan is not the same person he once was…..well he is…..but not the person you knew

ABFD: Stan done been body snatched?

EMFE: What? No, look he…..

ABFD: I say this chere documentary on the squawky box the other night, theys these people what come from the stars, and they hit you with this bright ol beam of light! Then you ain’t you no more! They’s you! and you’s gone! But it still looks like you! That what happened to NASCAR Stan?

EMFE: <staring> What? No…..he just……you know what……yes. Yes, that’s what happened to Stan

ABFD: I KNOWED IT! WE GOTTA FIND JUSTIN!

EMFE: Where IS Justin?

ABFD: I reckon I don’t know…..that’s why we gotta find him!

<they round the corner and see Justin casually riding down the hall…….on a polar bear. Both Bill and Ellie May stop and stare in awe. Justin rides up to them and stops>

ABFD: Well hell son! That’s the biggest mule I done ever seen!

EMFE: Bill……that’s a polar bear. Justin, you have a polar bear

JS: I do?

EMFE: You do

JS: <looking down> Huh. I do

ABFD: Outdamnstandener than hell son! Where’d you get a polar bear?

JS: I……..I don’t remember

EMFE: Well we can’t keep that

JS: Can we keep him?

ABFD: Hell yeah son! Can we keep him?

EMFE: I just said…..

ABFD & JS: PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE?

EMFE: <sighing> fine…….I’ll go talk to GM the Nate

<Ellie May leaves and Bill stands there looking at the bear and Justin>

ABFD: Well hell son, what’s his name?

JS: Arctic McBearington

ABFD: That’s one hell of a name!

JS: Come on Bill, we were just headed to the Destroyitarium…..

<scene fades and we cut to the Destroyitarium where Spencer and Ashley are standing with their backs pressed to the wall, eyes wide with fear. The camera cuts over and we see Arctic McBearington – wearing a bowler and a suit vest, leaning against the bar>

Ashley: So, um……that’s a polar bear

Spencer: yes…….yes it is

Ashley: And he wants a martini

Spencer: Yes, he does

Ashley: Do we serve polar bears martinis?

Spencer: Are YOU going to tell him he can’t have one?

Ashley: One martini coming up!

<fade>

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Alexander Darling is sitting at the large antique kitchen table drinking some iced tea or something, reading the paper. Lucky is going over stuff.

L: I'm just saying, Fire's plan to take on Chloe is stupid.

AD: Well, Davin seems to have intervened for now.

Suddenly Lucky stands up and leaves.

AD: What?

L: *from over by the coffee maker* She's up.

AD: Oh...

A few minutes later, Fire staggers in, eyes barely opened. She's wearing sleep pants with little flames on them, and a somewhat baggie tank top, her hair looking like she just got up, since she did. She slumps into the chair and then collapses her head down onto the table, arms crossed to kind of hide the light, but one arm extended. A few minutes later, Lucky produces a cup of coffee which he sits touching her outstretched hand. She feels around for it, grabs the handle and sits up and practically shoots the coffee.

L: Better?

FW: Almost...

L: Be back with a refill.

FW: Thanks....what time is it?

AD: *not looking up from his reading* About eight.

FW: Seriously? Why is it dark?

AD: Eight P.M.

FW: Oh, wow...wait.......what day?

AD: *looking up finally, but smiling* Saturday.

FW: WHAT? SATURDAY?! That means I've missed....

Fire starts to count on her fingers as Lucky comes in with whatever meds she's taking.

L: Only a couple of doses, but shouldn't be too bad.

FW: Davin's going to kill me--

L: He's not. You'll be fine. The dizziness and shaking might come back a bit, but not very much and not for very long.

FW: BUT CARDIO!! I need to go run!

AD: Fire....FIRE!

But she's off ... and then back about five minutes later in running clothes.

AD: Fire, you can't go running in the bayou at night.

FW: I can...I have.

AD: Well, I would appreciate it if you didn't. Besides you haven't eaten for a day or so--

FW: Oh my god....you're RIGHT...I just realize. I'm starving.

She looks towards Lucky who is at the toaster.

FW: What's he making?

AD: Sounds like English muffins.

FW: How can you tell by how the toaster sounds?

AD: They have a very distinctive sound.

FW: ...

AD: ...

FW: Well...*sitting down*...what are they?

AD: You've never had English muffins?

FW: We couldn't afford fancy foreign food.

AD: It's not fanc--

FW: Besides, I don't think my parents would willingly allow anything "English" in the house.

L: *returning to the table* Here, I made two, but try one. It's cinnamon raisin.

Fire eyes it suspiciously, while Alex watches, amused.

FW: What's so funny.

AD: You're adorable when you get confronted with something new.

FW: Whatever.

AD: I'm surprised you could sleep. I don't know how far away it was but someone was having a HELL of a party. I didn't think we had neighbors for miles.

FW: We don't.

AD: Well, that music must have been cranked ridiculously loud. Some pretty good jazz though...Sounded like it was just outside.

FW: Oh that, it was...that's the former owners.

AD: Huh?

FW: Who used to live here.

AD: I know what 'former owners' means. I meant....what were they doing here?

FW: *shrugging as she takes a bite finally* Playing jazz?

AD: I know but--

FW: OH MY GODS this is fantastic!

L: Thought you'd like it.

FW: There's like...butter holders...little nooks and crannies...and....I need more of these.

L: I'll get some more.

AD: Fire, why are the former owners....I thought you said the place had been abandoned since the early 1900s.

FW: It has.

AD: Then they'd be pretty old. I mean, why would geriatric former owners ride out here to play jazz?

FW: Oh gods, this is so awesome....

AD: Fire...

FW: They aren't that old. And they didn't ride out here, they've never left.

Alex looks at Fire while she devours the English muffin like it's the best thing she's ever eaten.

AD: Fire...

FW: What? Lucky we need like....a CASE of these--

AD: Fire...did you buy a haunted house?

FW: Um.....maybe?

AD: Maybe?

FW: Well, it hasn't been like scientifically verified or anything, but--

AD: Why did you NOT tell me we were buying a HAUNTED HOUSE?

FW: You didn't ask?

AD: What?

FW: You asked me a whole bunch of other questions, I figured if you cared about that stuff, you'd have asked and--

AD: I needed to specifically say "Fire, is the house haunted?"

FW: Well.....um....yes? Does it matter?

Alex rubs his temples.

AD: You know...no....I probably should have asked that, knowing you. So what do we do, get an exorcist or something?

FW: NOOOOO!!!!

AD: ...

FW: They are nice and play awesome jazz. Why would you want to get rid of them?

AD: ......I can't believe that I don't have an answer to that.

FW: They take care of the house when we're gone.

AD: They do?

FW: Please? Can we keep them?

AD: We're talking ghosts, not a puppy....fine, whatever...just....

Alex suddenly stops and starts laughing.

FW: Are you laughing at me?

AD: What? Yes....I mean...no, not really...I am laughing at the insane conversations that are perfectly normal for us. It's....definitely never a dull moment with you.

FW: No, that's true....you know.........

Lucky stops what he is doing and discreetly leaves the room.

FW: It's night time....

AD: It is...

FW: And I've gotten like 24 hours of sleep or so....

AD: Or so....

FW: And so I've got a whole lot of energy.....

AD: Hmmm.....the ghosts won't spy on us will they?

FW: Does it matter?

Fire and Alex smirk and then Alex stands up, but Fire is quicker and runs around the table and out of the room, Alex chasing her. We hear her scream and then laugh, but then we just hear some jazz music coming from ... somewhere.

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*Jason Allen walks in on Jose Reyna drinking a goblet of blood*

Jason: Hey, what you upto?

Jose: Practicing for my match with Matthew Foltz.

*fade*

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<we open in the studio of a Muck City television station, where it is clearly FAR too early for a hung over Moosehead Jack. Moose sits slumped in the chair, his red hair all over the place while LD Williams sits next to him looking surprisingly awake. The guy who does that sort of thing counts down and we are live>

Guy Smiley: Welcome back to Good Morning Muck City. This week is the big OOWF show at the Muck City armory, with me is the team of kz, LD Williams and Moosehead Jack. Gentlemen this week you face Texpress in your ongoing best of seven series. You won the first match, now Chad and Zane look to even the score in a submission match. What are your thoughts?

LD: I think they made a huge mistake asking for a submission match

GS: And why is that?

LD: Because Jack and I have forgotten more ways to hurt people than those two have ever known

GS: A lot of people believe that this series is potentially a career defining series for kz

LD: <chuckling> No, I wouldn’t say that. I think kz has done enough

GS: Well Chad and Zane like to call themselves the “measuring sticks” of the OOWF tag division…..

LD: A title they gave themselves…..

GS: Well, they have won ten tag team titles

LD: No one is disputing that……

GS: Well by any measurement, they are clearly among the elite…..

<finally Moose seems to come alive>

MHJ: Oh for the love of FUCK!

GS: Uh…..Mr. Quinn…..we are live here….heh

MHJ: you want to know what I think of Chad and Zane? F*CK (censors caught that one) them. You heard me, F*CK them both. They want to call themselves the F*CKING measuring sticks fine. I’ll take that measuring stick and shove it up their A**ES.

<LD is just sitting there with a big grin on his face>

GS: Uh Mr. Quinn…..I didn’t mean to…..

MHJ: No, F*CK them. You know what they are? They are a tag team. Whopdee F*CKING shit. They have both lucked into singles titles in their career, but it never lasted long. They are one dimensional tag team wrestlers. Period

GS: Yes, but…..it IS a tag team match…..

MHJ: My F*CKING point is……they are not any kind of F*CKING measuring sticks. You know who the F*CKING measuring sticks of the OOWF are? You are looking at two of them. You add Stank to the mix and WE are the F*CKING measuring sticks. LD has held gold with four different partners, Canadian Dragon, Outback Jack, Stank and myself. I have held gold with three partners, Stank, LD and that idiot Concrete F*CKING TG. You know what that means? That means you can put us in that ring with anyone as a partner and we raise our F*CKING game. We take it to a whole nother F*CKING level, that’s what it F*CKING means. Brawling, wrestling, fighting, it doesn’t F*CKING matter cause we excel at ALL of it. And that is not even talking about the singles titles we have won. The three of us, the Saints of Sinners, we are the total F*CKING package, WE are the F*CKING measuring sticks, and that’s the way it’s going to F*CKING be until WE F*CKING say otherwise!

<Moose stops and smirks at the camera>

MHJ: Trust me

<Jack flips his chair over and gets up and leaves. LD continues to sit there with an amused look on his face>

LD: Any other questions?

GS: <looking terrified> Um…..I……..no….no that is all

LD: I thought so

<LD gets up and leaves as well>

GS: Uh…..for Good Morning Muck City I am…..uh……Guy Smiley…..and now a word from our local sponsors

<the camera goes black, but before we fade we hear production assistants screaming in the background>

WHO WAS THAT GUY? DID WE BLEEP EVERYTHING? OH GOD WE ARE GOING TO BE SUED! SOMEONE CALL THAT OOWF PLACE! HEADS WILL ROLL!

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~~~ Chad Madison is WALKING!~!~!!~!!! down The Hallway (tm) and is approached by a RSNFJ ~~~

RNSFJ: Chad, Moose sa..

Chad: (cuts her off) You know, I really don't care what my buddy Jackie said. He talks all the time and nothing changes. Let me guess, something about us hurting, something about pain, something about he doesn't care, something about Trust me. Am I close?

RNSFJ: Well.. kind of

Chad: You see, for us, this isn't about anyone's legacy, anyone's history, about whose name is in the record books more often. It's the Sinners against Texpress. 2013. Right here, right now. They don't like us, we don't like them. One thing is for sure, LD, Jackie.. one of you is going to Tap Out.

RNSFJ: You haven't...

Chad: (cuts her off again) Haven't said anything? What's left to say? We can sit here and toss out all the wrestling clichés if it makes you happy. Texpress vs kz. That's the headline. That's the story. Who's the best? We are. And we're going to prove it. And if Jackie or LD want to keep Messing With The Bull.

~~~ Chad flashes the 'Horns' sign and walks away without another word. ~~~

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Standing on the porch there, just before sunrise, Firewoman is wrapped in a woven Indian looking blanket, staring out over the bayou coffee in hand.

FW: Freakin' 30 degree wind chill. What the hell, Nola...

Some sort of bayou bird starts singing as the sky turns gold, the rays of the rising sun illuminating the clouds. The wind picks up and rustles the Spanish moss hanging in the trees, and Firewoman's hair. She smiles.

FW: Bayous are cool places. Liminal. Neither land nor water. It's in these places you can more clearly hear the voices of the spirits, as they are not bound by the requirements of being here or there. They are both here and there. Or they are neither here nor there.

Fire pauses for a moment, listening, and slightly smiling, eyes closed, before opening them again.

Tommy Wilder, you and I are heading for that liminal space, We aren't quite opening the show, but we're not in the big matches either. That's okay with me. Oh, there was a time when if I wasn't in the spotlight, I'd be throwing a tantrum. But I've gotten more reflective lately...and that's not just the lithium talking.

Tonight, Tommy Wilder, you and I get to do something fantastic. We get to steal the show from those other matches. I've scouted you, Davin's given me a binder. And I know you've checked my matches out too. We should be able to tear the roof off, and make ours the Match of the Night. Bring your A game, because even though it's not for a championsip or a shot at one, I still plan on making history at your expense.

Fire smirks, then calls over her shoulder.

FW: That is, if ANYONE ELSE WANTS TO WAKE UP AND GO THE MATCH....

A sleepy Alexander Darling joins her, also wrapped in a blanket.

AD: What the hell....I thought New Orleans was tropical.

FW: *shrugs* When Mother Nature wants it to be cold, it's cold. You still got your mind set on doing that thing?

AD: Yes.

FW: Well, we better get going then.

AD: Maybe...but first...

He grabs her and throws her over his shoulder.

FW: Hey!!!

AD: You've been out here too long, and you're cold. Gotta warm you up.

He walks back into the house with Firewoman over his shoulder, who is pretending to try to get free. The INC fades as the door to the patio closes.

[BookerShark]

OOWF.com EXCLUSIVE coverage from last night:

~~~ Fade into the Ferriday, Louisiana VFW Hall, serving tonight as the PHWF Arena. The Crowd erupts as When The Saints Go marching In plays and the Louisiana Alternative Wrestling League Tag Team Champions, Drew Payton & Shawn Breeze make their way to the ring. They have stepped up tonight to face an open challenge. They pose and enjoy the ovation until Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy Cranks up and Texpress walk onto the stage wearing their PHWF Tag Team Championships around their waists. Eschewing their usual routine of greeting fans along the way, Chad & Zane charge the ring and dump the LAWL Champions on the floor.

The match itself, is mercifully short. Chad Superplexes Breeze and after a couple of carefully –placed knee drops, locks in a Figure Four. Payton charges in to break it up, only to be met by the big boot of Zane Myers. Myers lifts him up for a Torture Rack. There is a 2 or 3 second shot of both members of Texpress having opponents in submission moves before Breeze taps out and the bell sounds. Zane collects their belts and they head for the announce podium.~~~

Zane: Don’t mistake silence for weakness Moose. Don’t mistake it for apathy LD. We are determined to show Everyone in professional wrestling that Texpress are Still The Measuring Sticks!

Chad: There’s your preview of coming events folks. Chad Madison. Zane Myers. Making opponents Tap Out. Get used to the sight. You’ll be seeing it again on tomorrow night in Waterproof (Huge pop).

~~~ Chad flashes the ‘Horns’ sign and they walk away. The camera fades ~~~

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OOWF.com has exclusive content from Indy promotion, Real Wrestling Organization, based out of Springfield, IL, last night, where the World Heavyweight Championship is up for grabs in a “Casket Match” between Joey Grunge and Jonathon Napier. Grunge jumps up on the apron and climbs to the top rope as Napier gets up on his feet. Grunge reaches the top and Napier leaps up on the apron and scales the top rope with him. The two begin to exchange blows. After a few back and forth shots, Napier gets the upper hand. He hits Grunge with a punch to the head and wraps his arms around him. Napier delivers a Belly to Belly Suplex off the top rope. Grunge flies to the outside and lands in the casket. He lies in the casket with his head hanging over the edge. Napier drops the lid down hard onto Grunge’s head. Napier looks down at Grunge’s head crushed under the lid. He climbs up on the top rope and points down at the casket laughing.

HANKS: No, don’t do it!

The crowd lets out a “YES! YES! YES! Chant as leaps off the top rope and flies down to the outside. He stomps down on the casket lid crushing Grunge’s head underneath. The fans gasp. Napier opens the lid of the casket and pushes Grunge’s head into it. He stands up on the apron and raises his arms in the air. The fans let out a deafening cheer as Napier kicks the casket closed with his foot. The lid drops and closes. The bell rings and Napier steps on top of the casket and laughs with his hands raised in the air.

: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner, the NEW RWO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, JONATHON NAPIER!

Confetti drops from the rafters as Napier is handed the RWO Championship belt

HANKS: Mr. Napier is a thief! He stole that title from Joey Grunge. How dare he do that to our champion!

MM: He is no longer the RWO Champion, Thomas…Jonathan Napier is, and well deserved! So now, the hunter is now about to become the hunted as he might just be facing down the three men that won the Rage in the Cage event tonight. For now, Napier will enjoy this victory...

Ladies and Gentleman thank you for watching Wrestling Wars II live here in Springfield, IL Signing off for Thomas Hanks, I'm Michael Miller, we’ll see you next week in Mt. Pulaski….

Before he could finish, the camera’s pan back to the ring, where the newly crowned champion, Jonathan Napier is still celebrating. Three men hit the ring…..

Hanks: You said he might stare down the three men…wait, that’s not the three men you were talking about.

MM: OH MY GOD! That’s…that’s Christian Carter, Jason Allen, and Jose Reyna Jr. They are the OOWF’s “The Suicide Kings”…what are they doing here?

Hanks: They are here to make a statement from the looks of it.

Napier turns, and walks right into a superkick from Jason Allen. Napier drops to his knees, as Reyna connects with the Falcon Kick. Napier is down as Allen has already climbed to the top rope. He connects with the Joker’s Wild (Spiral Tap), as Reyna picks him up, Allen helps. They put Napier into position for Carter. He looks like he is going to hit the Fall From Grace, but looks to do something else.

MM: What is he doing to Napier, our Champion?

Hanks: He is giving him a package piledriver…where’s Kevin Steen…I call Gimmick Infringement!

Carter connects, as Napier goes down. The crowd can’t believe it, and neither can the announcers.

MM: What a heinous act from these three men. They don’t work here…They don’t belong here. What are they doing here Thomas?

Hanks: Like I should know!

MM: Well, you think you know everything…wait, Carter has a mic. Get this jerk out of here!

The camera pans back to Carter, who is standing over the newly crowned ROW Champion.

CC: So this is the best you have? A crack junkie taking on has beens in a match that is older than most of your parents? And I thought this company was worth something. Jason, didn’t you tell me when you were their US Champion, that it was a booming company?

Allen nods…

CC: Springfield, IL, MY NAME IS CHRISTIAN CARTER…I am the longest reigning xGw World Heavyweight Champion, the first ever xGw Next Gen Champion, and I am going to be the next OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. So on and so forth… And while I’m here in Springfield, I figured I would see what this town has to offer, and believe me, it’s nothing.

Carter looks out at the ring, and Hillbilly Joe, owner of the RWO is out looking at him.

CC: Well looky here, if it isn’t Mr. Redneck himself…owner of this Redneck Wrasslin Organization…Stick to that name Joe,it suits you. You see, the reason why I’m here is that I am in the state this week, heading towards Kentucky for a little company known as OOWF, where I am in a fatal fourway tomorrow night. Easy match for me but let me tell you, nothing compares to holding gold, after gold, after gold. Not that I would want that tinker toy Jonathan here has just won. No, I’m talking about pure gold, the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship.

You see I will face three other men, one including the World Champion himself, Jared Mann. Jared, you know what I’m capable of, and chaos is all you can look forward to for this week. Chris Evans and Danny Taylor, it seems we keep crossing paths, and it seems you can’t hang with the likes of Christian Carter, so just stay out of me and Jared’s way, and everything will work out just fine. My boys here will take care of their matches this week, and I will definitely take care of mine. And as far as this putrid company, just be glad you got to be in the presence of royalty. The future is here, and the Kings are ruling with an Iron Fist! Welcome to The New World… MY WORLD!

As he put the mic down, Hillbilly Joe slides into the ring, and gets into Carter face. You can hear him scream, telling him he’s ruined his show, and has no right being here! He puts his finger on Carter as if to push him. Carter looks at Joe, has that pissed off look, and immediately gives him a massive clothesline. Joe goes down, but comes back up right into a Final Testimony. The crowd starts to boo, as Carter straightens his suit, puts his glasses back on, and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out two playing cards, and lays one on Joe and the other on Napier. Carter, Allen and Reyna leave the ring, and head to the back.

Fade….

[BookerShark]

*New Orleans Night*

Firewoman and Alexander Darling walk up to this building:


As they get to the entrance, they stop.

Fire: I'm not sure I'm allowed in there.

Alex: Everyone is allowed Fire. Just...I don't know if I can go do this.

Fire: You can. We talked about this. Nothing's been the same since then and this is the only way to get back to where you were.

Alex: Maybe it's better that nothing is the same. Change is good.

Fire: It can be good, yes...but you haven't been you in a while and it started that night. Face the fear and become Alexander Darling again.

Alex: You have that much faith that things can go back?

Fire: Not sure I'd call it faith, but I know you and what you're capable of. Though I do wish you had chosen a better location. This has to be sacrilegious.

Alex: You're not even Catholic.

Fire: Besides the point. There's a power in this building though. I think it can help us both actually, so are we going to do this?

Alex: *takes a deep breath* Sure.

--Quick Fade to the top of the Church--

Alex and Fire step out of the door and are standing on the roof.

Fire: I know this is your thing, so I'll just wait here and let you do it.

Alex: *nods*

Alexander takes a few steps towards the edge and stops as he looks up at the sky and then around to the New Orleans nightlife.

Fire: Not to interrupt, but aren't you normally a lot closer to the edges?

Alex: Fine.

Alex makes his way over to the edge of the Church and looks down from above...

Alex: Heights, being above everything...it was something I used to ground me as weird as that sounds. Up here where I could look down on the world made me realize that in the grand scheme, I was no bigger than anyone else yet at the same time I could travel to places where others feared to tread. And so I climbed to unreachable heights and carried myself to be bigger...to be better. I used the fact that I wasn't afraid of anything, even these heights, to intimidate my opponents. That nothing they could do to me would be as big a deal as falling from such heights...

And then Ghosthead came along.

I thought I had been through the worst of it. From Poe, to Moose, to Eco, and to Stank...all of them tried to break me and they all had their own successes but at the end of the day, I survived and came out stronger. I came out a champion, I came out a hero, I came out a husband, and I came out with a legacy. But then, Ghosthead came along. And at first, he was just another in a long line who thought they could tear Fire and I apart. He failed at that, yet he didn't go away. And then we wound up against each other in a Raised Ring Scaffold Match.

A place where I felt as comfortable as anyone. High above the world. Reaching heights no one else dared to reach for. Taking a new step towards a legacy no one could ever deny. And then I fell.

Ghosthead won.

And I fell.

I saw my life flash in that drop. I felt my career vanish. And I thought that was it. I really felt as if I'd never make it back. But I did come back. Yet, I really didn't. That night changed me more than even I ever even thought possible. I thought I was on the cusp of another level of greatness and then I dropped. I've been a shell since then and it allowed others to come in and try to build themselves off my name.

I tried to get that passion back because it was there, but it wasn't there at the same time. I saw the Saints start to run this company and it made me miss the days when I'd stand against them and raise my game to the next level. I watched as Carter, Jason, and Jos got more and more disenfranchised by their place around here and saw the next step and I didn't care. Even as I was a target, it was just going through the motions. I watched as Carter took that next step and came after my sister and I and I watched as she held him off, yet I just continued on my way.

I saw as the Suicide Kings came together and made me a target because that's what you do as the new guys. You take a big name, but a name you can tell isn't 100% in the game and you go after him and make him the stepping stone. Run DEA did it with Crete. The Five broke Eco's spirit. The New Guard took out Outback Jack & Davin Moreland. And here comes the Suicide Kings and I'm on their list.

It's a smart plan. Really. It's something I would have done. But here's the thing about coming home...I'm not ready to go away just yet. And I have unfinished business. And I don't want this to take away from you've done so far as the Suicide Kings. Joey, Jason, Chris...you guys are fabulous talents and I get why you're coming after me. And I guarantee it won't be easy. But you guys, for everything you've done to me, you're not my goal anymore. There's a man who almost ended my career, almost ended my life. Ghosthead...this won't be about a title, this won't be about anything else other than becoming what I once was and what I can be once again. But because you have that title around your waist, it's going to take a journey to get my hands on you.

And I will take that journey. It will start with the Suicide Kings. Jason, you're first. I am going to make sure the Kings realize there is only one king in this company and it is I; Alexander Darling. I came into this company as a Prince and then I stood alone when I needed to and now I have family around me. I have friends. And I have a goal. So, I'm going to focus on one step at a time and making you live up to the other half of your name. When I'm done with you, I'll be the only King left standing and suicide will seem like a welcome relief. Because, no matter what else happens, there has always been one undeniable fact...I am Alexander Darling, and well, you...you're just pale imitations.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

Tommy Wilder is being interviewed by Random Journalist....

Tommy, what do you have to say about this evening's match, and Firewoman's comments?

TW: Fire's 100% correct. We aren't the opener, we're not the main event. No title, no title shot on the line. But what we have are real hi-octane style wrestlers. When we're done, everyone else is gonna have to take it up a notch just to see our tailights.

Bring my "A" Game? Fire - when have I done anything else?

Enjoy The Big Easy - cause in a few hours, you gonna see Big Air.

Lets get Wild.

[BookerShark]

Ghosthead is roaming the halls of the OOWF when he is accosted by SFJ#1

SFJ#1 - Tonight-

Ghost - Tonight I face three other men... and though I do this not for my World Championship... it shall not matter. They will compete as if they have something to prove. I... will fight because I excel at it. We shall see who prevails. We shall see what chaos will bring.

The OOWF World Champion stalks off as the camera fades on SFJ#1

[BookerShark]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Waterproof, Louisiana
November 13, 2013

CHLOE vs. TBA

Chloe skips out to the ring as "Shoots and Ladders" plays. She stops in front of the Saints of Sinners entourage and blows them a kiss and then climbs into the ring and begins swinging the Barbed Wire Branding Iron as if it was a ball bat and she was in the on deck circle. She starts bouncing from foot to foot wondering what's coming up for her, still grinning.

But that smile fades to fury as Helloween's "Power" blares from the speakers and a blast of pink pyro erupts and out on the ramp comes...a masked woman whom Mike Elevenbee introduces as "Saint Edra". Chloe starts looking at this woman and realizes this is someone's idea of a joke. The masked woman is only 5 foot 4, and while she's fit, she's obviously not as in shape as her sister. The faux Power rolls into the ring, walks to the center facing Chloe, and makes the sign of the cross at her. Chloe starts laughing and walks up to "Saint Edra" and extends her hand smiling. The masked woman takes her hand...which would be the last conscious decision she would make as Chloe pulls her in and headbutts her once, twice, three times. Chloe throws her branding iron out of the ring, then grabs the masked woman by the mask and flings her out of the ring. The referee is trying to gain some control, but Chloe's having none of it. She begins whipping the masked woman with the branding iron, and you can see the wounds all over this woman as Chloe picks her up and drives her head first into the ring post. Chloe lets out a blood curdling scream as she picks the masked woman up, her white mask beginning to stain red, and sends her face first into another ring post. Chloe has to literally drag up "Saint Edra" and drop her on the floor right in front of the Saints of Sinners fans. Chloe retrieves her Branding Iron and as she approaches her target, the referee tries to intercede. Bad move as Chloe pushes him away and threatens him with the iron. The referee begins calling for help from the back but before it arrives Chloe muscles the limp form up for a Corkscrew on the hardwood floor! Chloe rips the mask off the woman revealing a blonde woman who probably was pretty before all the blood covered her face. Chloe pushes the referee out of her way again and grabs the microphone from Elevenbee. She sits on top of the young woman's chest and slaps her as she babbles into the microphone.

"This is funny to you? You thnk this is a funny joke? HA HA! I'm laughing, I'm laughing. No one takes me seriously. NO ONE! From here on out, people are going to get hurt. No more being nice. Everybody burns. Everybody bleeds. And it will be whoever has the guts to get into the ring with me. And it will end...it will...it will end..."

Chloe stops talking and drops the microphone and begins crying and slumps on the floor on top of her opponent. People start coming out of the back but no one knows what Chloe will do, so they hesitate. Finally Moosehead Jack comes out and approaches Chloe. He touches her on the shoulder and she jumps to her feet, but realizing that it's Moose, she falls back to her knees at his feet. He touches her again and she looks up. Moose tells her to stand up, and she does, obediantly following him to the back but with a more disturbed than normal look on her face. Medics begin checking on the young blonde as they call for a stretcher and a back board. Meanwhile the referee confers with Elevenbee, who announces that the match never started, so it's a no contest.



MATT FOLZ vs. JOSE REYNA

Reyna attacks from behind to start the match, but Folz quickly fights back and gains the upperhand. The two of them go through chain wrestling that makes the audience stand up and applaud every move. Reyna goes high risk from the top rope, but Folz catches him and brings him down with a superplex, then tries to turn that into an ANKLE LOCK. Reyna rolls toward the ropes and forces the break, then bails out of the ring.

Reyna taunts Folz from the outside until Matt has had enough and gives chase. As Folz rounds the corner, Reyna waits in ambush and nearly takes his head off with a clothesline. Reyna rolls Folz back into the ring and gets several two counts. Reyna has Folz on the middle ropes, choking him out and taunting the fans, always breaking just before the referee calls for a disqualification. Reyna shoves Folz into the corner and charges in and hits him with a ROARING ELBOW to the temple. Folz’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he appears to be holding onto consciousness…..barely. Reyna pulls him onto the top rope and hits a BRAINBUSTAAAAAAA! He covers, but somehow Folz kicks out at two! Reyna slaps the mat in frustration.

The match continues on, and Folz – despite being busted open – manages to gain the upperhand. Folz grounds Reyna with a series of suplexes and slams, keeping him on the mat. Folz lifts Reyna for an OLYMPIC SLAM, but Reyna slips off his shoulders and POPS him with a SUPERKICK to the jaw! Folz hits the mat and Reyna lines him up for another. As Folz stands, he throws the kick again, but Matt catches his leg and takes him to the mat ANKLE LOCK! Christian Carter and Jason Allen race to the ring, Carter jumps onto the apron and yells at Folz, Folz breaks the hold and goes after Carter but he leaps away at the last second. Meanwhile, Allen slides Reyna some brass knuckles, when Folz turns around, Reyna BLASTS him upside the head. Folz drops like a sack of bricks. Reyna ditches the knucks, covers, and gets the one, two, three.
WINNER in 16:11 – Jose Reyna

ALEXANDER DARLING vs. JASON ALLEN

As all the lights go out and "There can be only one" comes from the speakers, a single shimmering spotlight on the stage reveals a hooded figure. As "King of the World" hits Alexander Darling moves to take a step...but is blindsided by Jason Allen who rushes out from behind the curtain and begins stomping a mudhole in Darling. Allen rolls Alex into the ring and begins using Alex's own hoodie against him choking him with it and then pulling it over his face to blind him. The referee finally gets Allen back enough so that the hoodie can get stripped from Alex and the match can officially start. Alex is able to get his hope spots in, but the match is dominated by Allen. Allen makes a shot at hitting the Spiral Tap, but Alex is able to get a foot up and catches Allen right on the jaw and snaps his neck back awkwardly. More out of instinct Alex is able to get Allen up for a brainbusta and then pull out Death by Darling! Allen has nowhere to go and has no choice but to tap out

WINNER in 13:21 -- Alexander Darling

Alex releases the hold and tries to stand up but is met with a huge Falcon Kick from the charging Jose Reyna, who along with Christian Carter just kick the bejeezus out of Alex. Carter picks up Alex for the FINAL TESTIMONY, then all three Suicide Kings start beating on Alex until Alexis and Firewoman run out from the back and the Kings back off...

FIREWOMAN vs. TOMMY WILDER

Some back and forth mat work to start with each holding their own, until Wilder starts kicking it into high gear. He arm drags Fire out of the ring, then backs up and dives over the top rope with a plancha. Wilder follows up with a springboard dropkick. He rolls Fire back into the ring and dives back in with a leg drop which gets a two count. Wilder heads up to the top rope, waits for Fire to stagger to her feet, and nails her with a high cross body for another 2 count. Both get back to their feet and Wilder quickly knocks Fire down again with a spinning heel kick. He heads back up and looks for a frog splash, but Fire moves out of the way.

Fire nails Wilder with a knee to the gut and then hits a beautiful snap suplex. Spinning neckbreaker is followed by a fisherman's suplex for a close 2 count. Firestorm connects for another two count. Fire tries sending Wilder off the ropes, he reverses and Fire crashes into the corner. Wilder tries a Stinger splash in the corner but Fire ducks it at the last second. Fire sets him up in the corner and nails some skin lacing chops. Fire whips Wilder into the opposite corner where he hits the turnbuckle hard chest first. Fire grabs his legs and bridges for another 2 count. Superkick sets up a MOTHERFUCKING CURBSTOMP! Fire covers, but Wilder gets a foot on the ropes. Fire slams him in the middle of the ring and heads to the top rope for a Best Firesault Ever. She covers: 1...2....Wilder kicks out at 2.9999. Fire goes back on the attack, and tries applying a Liontamer (The Walls of Firecho?) but Wilder manages to reverse it into a small package. 1....2.....3 just a millionth of a second before Fire kicks out too late.

Winner by pinfall in 8:45 Tommy Wilder.

Wilder celebrates postmatch as Fire comes up behind him. Wilder braces for an attack but Fire just extends her hand. They silently shake hands before Fire slides out of the ring and heads back.
SG

STANK vs. MAI MUYO

Both are introduced and make their way to the ring. Before the match, Mai marches to the middle of the ring and extends her hand to Stank. The big man just stares at her, then grabs her hand…..and pulls her right into a clothesline! The crowd boos Stank loudly but he just stands and looks down at Mai, who is writhing in pain on the mat. Stank snarls and drops a big elbow across Mai’s chest and covers, but Mai kicks out at two.

Stank grabs Mai by the throat and pulls her to her feet and throws her into the corner and hammers her to the mat, ending the onslaught by standing on her chest while the referee administers the five count. The fans boo Stank mercilessly, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He drags Mai out of the corner and lifts her for a suplex, keeping her in the air for a long time, then finally dropping her across the top rope, then charging at her and connecting with a boot to the face that sends her off the apron into the guardrail ribs first.

Mai bounces off the steel and falls to the floor clutching her ribs. Stank smirks and leaves the ring and pulls her up and slams her back first into the apron, then rolls her into the ring. Stank spends the next several minutes working on Mai’s ribs, including a torturous bearhug that almost sees Mai’s arm drop three times. She rallies with the crowd screaming her name and manages to break the hold and stagger Stank with several shots to the head.

Mai goes on the offensive, taking Stank to the mat with a lariat, but every move appears to be agony. Mai tries to end the match, grabbing Stank for the FINAL CUT, but Stank spins and lifts Mai for a belly to back suplex, then DRIVES her down onto his knee! Mai howls in pain and coughs up a little blood. Like a shark, Stank sees the blood, pulls her to her feet, hits a BUCKLE BOMB then as Mai staggers forward he finishes her off with the STANK BOMB! Stank covers, one, two, three.
WINNER in 20:24 – Stank

KZ vs. TEXPRESS – Best of Seven Series Match 2: Submission Match

Both teams make their usual entrances, with kz soaking up the boos and Texpress basking in the cheers. A few Saints fans at ringside try to start a kz chant but get shouted down. Referee Angelo Barros gives the teams their instructions, sends them to their corners, and calls for the bell.

Moose and Chad lock up and Moose beats him to the mat . He sits Chad up and pummels him with crossfaces. He tries to pull him into a dragon sleeper, but Chad turns in the hold and fires off a series of rabbit punches. Moose lets go, and Chad blasts him with a European uppercut, following with a standing dropkick that knocks him down. Chad goes to the ropes and hits a running Senton, then stomps him into the mat. He pulls Moose up and shoves him into the Texpress corner and makes the tag.He holds Moose open as Zane comes in with a shot to the ribs. Zane follows up with a gut wrench suplex and a leaping legdrop to the ribs. Zane pulls Moose up and delivers a series of knees to the midsection, then locks him in an abdominal stretch. Barros asks, and Moose laughs in his face. He tries to hiptoss out of it, but Zane hangs on and drives an elbow repeatedly into his ribs. Finally, Moose reaches the ropes to force a break.

Zane spins Moose around and starts an Irish whip, pulling him back into a shoulder to the midsection. He hauls Moose up for a torture rack, but Moose makes a grab for the ropes. Zane pulls him away, which leaves him open to a chop block from Williams. Zane stumbles, and Moose drops to his feet and drives a chop into his throat. As Zane gasps for breath, Moose kicks him in the stomach and drops him with a DDT. He rolls to his corner and makes the tag.

Williams pounces on Zane, attacking his legs with stomps and kicks. He tries to roll him over into an STF, but Zane blocks the face lock and kicks free. Williams rolls to the feet and kicks him in the head, then goes back to the leg. He lifts Zane's foot high and drives his knee into the mat, then plants a boot in the knee and tries to twist his foot off. He transitions into an anklelock, but Zane crawls to the ropes. Williams pulls him back and drops into an STF, and this time locks it on. Zane refuses to tap, and Chad breaks it up with a flying elbow. As Barros forces Chad back to the apron, Moose is in and drags Zane to the kz corner, where Williams tags him in.

Moose wraps Zanes leg around the middle rope and kicks at his knee. He makes the tag and pulls him out of the corner, hitting a knee breaker and holding him in place as Williams hits him with a clothesline from the second rope, twisting Zane's leg at an odd angle. They continue to work over Zane's leg, making quick tags and wearing him down until Zane can barely stand. Moose ties him into a figure four which brings Chad in, but Barros cuts him off. Williams takes advantage and attacks the knee. Barros checks again, but Zane still refuses to tap, so Moose reaches out and makes the tag. Williams comes off the second rope with a stomp to the knee, then pulls Zane to his feet when Moose releases the hold. Williams hits an Irish whip, but Zane plants his good leg and reverses. He catches Williams with a huge spinebuster and crawls to his corner. He reaches for the tag, but Moose drags him back. Barros orders Moose out, and Williams jumps onto Zane. He tries to lock on a crossface,but Zane rolls him off. Zane pulls himself to his feet. Williams tries to tackle him, but Zane muscles him up and hits a really ugly looking powerbomb. He falls back and makes the tag.

Chad vaults to the top rope and hits Williams with a frogsplash. He rolls to his feet off the bounce and goes to the ropes, hitting a sliding dropkick to Williams' head. He pulls Williams to his feet and bundles him into the corner. He hits a number of European uppercuts, then pulls him out and hits an inverted atomic drop. He holds on to the legs and rolls him over into a sharpshooter. Barros checks, but Williams refuses to submit. Chad makes the tag and Zane, still hobbled, uses the ropes for momentum to hit a splash. Zane pulls Williams up and drives his back into the turnbuckles, then puts him down with a belly-to-belly suplex. He sits Williams up and kicks him in the back, then steps over his neck and grabs his legs - stump puller! Williams struggles, but refuses to tap. He manages to punch at Zane's bad knee, forcing him to release the hold and make the tag.

Zane holds Williams in place as Chad dropkicks him in the face. Chad pulls Williams up and snaps him over with a suplex, then nails him with a lionsault. Chad locks Williams into a liontamer, planting his knee into the back of his head. Moose is in and storms across the ring, but Zane spears him sending them both through the ropes to the floor. Moose tries to get back to the ring, but Zane keeps dragging him back. Inside the ring, Williams struggles, but can't get any leverage to reach the ropes. Finally, he has no choice but to tap out.

WINNERS, by submission, in 16:32, Texpress.

SALVATION vs. BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE vs. MURPHY’S LAW – Non-Title Tornado Match

{Match to be added later. I haven't a clue as to the finish}

GHOSTHEAD vs. DANNY TAYLOR vs. CHRISTIAN CARTER vs. CHRIS EVANS – Non-Title Match


12 Stones "Soulfire" plays heralding the arrival of Christian Carter. The boos are deafening as he walks down the ramp and ignores the crowd. He climbs into the ring through the ropes and poses in the center of the ring, arms outstretched Randy Orton style. Next out is Danny Taylor to the tune of P.O.D's "Here comes the Boom". The boos morph to deafening cheers as Danny walks out on stage all business, but with a slight grin to the appreciative crowd. He walks down the ramp and circles the ring, stopping in front of Razz and Russ's announce table, and glaring up at Christian Carter who returns the glare from inside the ring. Iron Maiden's "The Trooper" plays next signalling the arrival of Chris Evans. We're back to boos as Evans walks purposefully down the ramp and climbs the steps. He steps into the ring through the ropes and climbs the corner to the top turnbuckle posing and mocking the crowd before the lights fade out and a spotlight hits the stage, as the opening percussion and baseline of Submersed's "Divide the Hate" plays and The OOWF World Champion walks out onstage. The boos continue, but not with the rigor heard for Carter and Evans. The crowd deciding Ghosthead to be the lesser of all evils in this match, or do some them actually like him? We'll see if he can do something about that. Ghost slides in under the bottom rope, through the billowing fog, rises to his feet, and pulls the World Championship Belt from around his waist, raising it up high for the crowd to see, before handing it to an official outside the ring then kneeling in his corner, eyes closed, palms resting on his knees.

Danny Taylor climbs up to the apron and steps through the ropes as the ref calls for the bell and we are UNDERWAY! Christian Carter and Chris Evans both charge toward Danny Taylor and attack! Ghosthead opens his eyes and slowly rises to his feet, content to watch as Carter and Evans deliver their beatdown, but Taylor begins to fight back with punches to Evans then Carter then back to Evans, back and forth until they are both reeling! The crowd cheers Danny on until he is dropped by CODEBREAKER from out of nowhere by a charging Ghosthead! The rigor missing in the boos for Ghosthead earlier is now present as the crowd doesn't appreciate The Champ participating in a three on one attack of the lone babyface. Carter seeks to take advantage and reaches down to pull Ghosthead up to his feet, but Evans attacks Carter from behind with a LUNGBLOWER! Ghosthead rises to his feet and joins Evans in a two on one beatdown of Christian Carter! Irish whip by Ghosthead to Carter who rebounds and leapfrogs over Ghost right into a SUPERKICK from Evans! Ghosthead covers 1.. 2.. NO! Evans breaks the count!

Ghosthead rises up and gets right into Evans face who backs down feigning regret before kicking Ghosthead in the gut and dropping him with a DDT! Evans kips up and gets SPEARED nearly out of his boots by a charging Danny Taylor! DDT rises to his feet to the roar of the crowd as all three heels are down. Taylor looks around at his foes and decides to focus on the World Champ! He pulls Ghosthead to his feet, whips him towards the ropes, and drops the champ with an EXPLODER SUPLEX! Carter comes racing toward him with a clothesline which Taylor ducks under. Carter spins around and Taylor catches him with a second EXPLODER SUPLEX! Taylor turns and faces Chris Evans who has climbed the corner while Taylor was busy with Carter. Evans leaps toward Danny, but DDT catches him with a third EXPLODER SUPLEX! The crowd roars with cheers as Taylor stands in the middle of ring triumphant, but that is shortlived as Ghosthead jumps up behind him and drops the big man with a CRUCIFIX DRIVER! Ghosthead flips Taylor over and covers 1.. 2.. NO! Taylor kicks out!

Christian Carter has pulled himself up by the ropes. Ghosthead hops to his feet, charges and CLOTHESLINES Carter over the ropes to the floor below. Chris Evans has pushed himself up to his hands and knees and crawls over to Danny Taylor. He motions for Ghosthead to help him to which Ghost hesitates. Evans struggles to pull the groggy Danny Taylor to his feet. Ghosthead finally decides to help. He walks over and the two them commence on wearing down the big man with a series of double team moves as the crowd boos mercilessly. After some time, Ghosthead puts an end to a hope spot from Danny Taylor and the big man succumbs to a HORROR DRIVER from Ghosthead followed by a TORONTO TWISTER splash from the top corner turnbuckle by Chris Evans who covers Taylor for the academic 1.. 2.. WAIT! Ghosthead breaks up the count!

Evans jumps up to his feet and gets right in Ghosthead's face! The two go nose to nose arguing before Ghosthead spins out of the way of a charging Christian Carter who nails Chris Evans with BIG BOOT to his face that sends the smaller man through the ropes and crashing to the floor below outside the ring! Carter turns his attention to Ghosthead racing toward him, stoops down and lifts the champ up in a HIGH BACK BODY DROP over the ropes, but Ghost lands on his feet outside the ropes on the ring apron! Carter turns around with a wild swing which Ghosthead ducks under before shouldering Carter HARD in the gut, staggering the Suicide King back toward the middle of the ring. As Carter, doubled over in pain, turns back around to face Ghosthead, The Champ slingshots his way to the top rope and leaps off toward Carter who catches Ghosthead midair and smoothly transitions it into a POWERSLAM! Carter covers 1.. 2.. NO! Danny Taylor breaks up the count!

Taylor pulls Carter to his feet, as Ghosthead slowly rolls out of the ring, and the two biggest combatants in this match go toe to toe with punches and kicks! The crowd cheers Danny Taylor on and it seems to work for DDT as he soon gains the advantage, backing Carter to the ropes, before whipping him to the opposite side, and catching Carter on the rebound with a TILT-A-WHIRL GOURDBUSTER! DDT scrambles over to make the pin, but before the ref can count one, it is broken up by Chris Evans with a SPRINGBOARD LEGDROP on DDT!

Evans covers Carter...1 ...2 Thre-NO! Carter kicks out!

Evans slams the mat in frustration and pulls Carter to his feet. He whips Carter to the corner and follows with a CM Punk style STEP-UP HIGH KNEE followed by an attempted BULLDOG, but Carter throws Evans off, right into the waiting arms of Danny Taylor... DYNAMITE DROP! Evans is done! But Carter isn't as he nails the sitting Danny Taylor with a YAKUZA KICK! He then pulls Danny Taylor to his feet and pushes the big man toward the ropes. Taylor bounces off, staggering backwards, right into THE FINAL TESTIMONY! Carter hops to his feet and raises a fist in the air as he roars at the booing crowd! His fist still in the air he turns and is met by Ghosthead who springboards off the top rope, and grapevines Carter's neck and extended arm, pulling the big man down to the mat with PHANTASMAGORIA! The crowd decides they like this as the scream for Carter to tap! But here comes JOSE REYNA racing down the ramp! He jumps up to the apron, as the ref moves to intercept! While the ref is distracted JASON ALLEN comes from out of the crowd and hops the barrier! He races up to the top turnbuckle then leaps off, NAILING Ghosthead with the JOKER'S WILD behind the ref's back!!

Allen rolls quickly out of the ring and out of sight! Reyna finishes distracting the ref by jumping off the apron and pointing which turns the ref's attention back toward Ghosthead and Carter, who by this time has staggered back to his feet. Carter shakes out the cobwebs and pulls Ghosthead up! He kicks the champ in his gut and underhooks the arms nailing Ghosthead with the FALL FROM GRACE! The crowd shits all over this as Carter covers 1... 2.. THREE!!!

Your Winner in 28:19 CHRISTIAN CARTER!

The Suicide Kings all meet in the ring to the ridiculous boos of the crowd! Reyna and Allen help Carter to his feet and all three raise their arms in triumph, Carter with a wicked grin on his face, as Jose Reyna and Jason Allen mock the fans, as they stand over the lifeless forms of Carter's fallen foes.


ALEXIS DARLING vs. MIRANDA WILLIAMS – Proving Ground Match

A true classic match between the more experienced Alexis Darling and the very hungry challenger Miranda Williams. The match was very even most of the way until Miranda catches Lexie with a big spinebuster and takes too long to climb the turnbuckle for the Frog Splash and Lexie is able to get her knees up and Miranda goes down hard. Lexie sets Miranda up for the Air Raid Crash, and Lexie hooks her in for the three count.

Winner in 17:45 -- Alexis Darling

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