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Post by BookerShark on Nov 14, 2013 8:41:38 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Muck City, Alabama
November 20, 2013
Best of Seven Series - Match 3:Stips TBA
kz vs. Texpress
Six Man Person Chaos Match
Salvation & Stank vs. Banned From Everywhere & Miranda Williams vs. Murphy's Law & Danny Taylor vs. Alexis Darling, Firewoman & Tommy Wilder
Ghosthead, Alexander Darling & Matt Folz vs. Suicide Kings
Chloe vs. Chris Evans vs. Mai Muyo
card subject to SEC bias
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 14, 2013 8:42:13 GMT -5
Miranda Williams, Dee Murphy, Alexis Darling, and Firewoman are standing, arms folded, looking very sternly at GMtheNate.
GMtN: What?
Firewoman takes a piece of paper, which is the run sheet for the next show and points to a line on it. Nate looks down at the paper, then up and the four women standing there, and back down to where Fire is pointing. He does this a few times until he gets a look of comprehension.
GMtN: Seriously?
The four women nod.
GMtN: Fine...
He grabs the paper and scribbles something out and writes something else.
GMtN: Happy now?
FW: Yes, thank you, Mr. Corbitt. That should do nicely.
The four women smile and walk out. Nate shakes his head and then goes to repost the runsheet on the door, which now reads:
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 14, 2013 8:42:52 GMT -5
We fade in and see a concerned Jaime McAllister waiting outside of OOWF Medical. Matt Folz walks out with the left side of his jaw heavily bandaged. Jaime quickly runs over to hug him.
JM: I was so worried, are you ok? What did the doctor say?
MF: Sorry to disappoint you Hon, but he didn't break my jaw. I am still able to talk. No concussion, just a bad bruise.
JM: How are you feeling?
MF: Sore as fuck, and really pissed off.
JM: I am too, what a cheap shot.
Matt shakes his head.
MF: Not at them... at myself.
JM: Huh? You got knocked out and had a victory stolen from you, and you're upset with yourself?
MF: Considering all the ways I've won matches since I've been here, I'd be beyond hypocritical to complain about losing a match like that. Hell, I was once a member of a stable called the Brass Knuckle Kings for Christ sake. I'm not upset by being knocked out, I'm upset because I put myself in the position to be knocked out.
JM: How did you do that?
MF: BECAUSE I RELEASED THE FUCKING HOLD!! I did the one thing that I never, ever, ever, ever do: I allowed myself to get distracted by Carter and I gave up an almost automatic submission. I can't believe I was that stupid.
JM: You know what you need to do?
MF: What?
JM: First, you need to relax. Then you need to take your gorgeous future wife to dinner. Then after you take tomorrow off, you get back in the gym Friday and move on to next week.
MF: Sounds good. Who do I have next week anyway? Haven't seen the lineup yet.
JM: Alexander Darling, Ghosthead and yourself vs The Suicide Kings.
Folz laughs.
MF: Awesome. Hon, grab a microphone, I suddenly got inspired to promo.
A microphone and the Official OOWF promo banner suddenly appear out of thin air.
MF: Congratulations boys, you FINALLY have my full attention. As I just said, Jose I take nothing away from your win. No matter how you did it, the W is really the only thing that counts. Congratulations. And really it was a big night for all of you. Carter pinned the World Champion and all 3 of you left him lying. You finally made a real statement. Now the big question is: How do you follow it up?
See, one week means nothing unless you build off it. Are you going to be one hit wonders, or are you going to make another impact this week? That remains to be seen. This week I get a shot at all 3 of you at the same time. Now, do I like my partners? Fuck no. Are we going to be a well oiled machine with lots of teamwork? Probably not. But keep this in mind: As much as I dislike both of them, my partners and I do have 3 things in common. We're all tremendous wrestlers, we're all tough sons of bitches, and we all really dislike your entire group. Better bring your A game Wednesday night, you're going to need it.
Matt throws the mic down and walks away with Jaime as we FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 15, 2013 15:08:05 GMT -5
~~~ Standing in front of the OOWF Interview Banner, a Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist stands there messing with her nails, clearly impatient. She glances at her watch, and addressed the Cameraman. ~~~
RNSFJ: Where ARE they? Don’t they know I have other people to talk to today? How inconsiderate!
~~~ The cameraman zooms in on her face. ~~~
RNSFJ: What?
~~~ The cameraman’s had can be seen pointing behind her ~~~
RNSFJ: They’re right behind me now, aren’t they?
~~~ The camera nods up and down, then pans out to a normal position. We see Chad & Zane in full regalia, White Stetson hats, Red Texpress T-Shirts (Now available at oowfshop.com!) Wrangler Jeans & Tony Llama Boots. ~~~
RNSFJ: I’m here with Chad Madison & Zane Myers. Guys, this past Mayhem you tied up the Best of Seven Series at 1 win each. This week kz gets to pick the stipulation. Any ideas on what it might be?
Zane: No. And it really doesn’t matter.
RNSFJ: Why not?
Chad: See, there’s this perception. We can’t wrestle hardcore. We can’t do extreme. Take away the normal “Rules,” throw us in something out of the ordinary, and we can’t survive. And that’s a load of manure.
Zane: First Ever Lava Match. Double Ring Double Elimination Match. Four Corners Pole Match, Double Jeopardy Cage Match. Falls Count Anywhere Matches, Ladder Matches, Cage Matches, Scaffold Matches, Tables Matches, Ultimate X Matches. Too many clusterbombs to count. We’ve been in them all. We’ve Won them all.
Chad: So Jackie, LD, hit us with your best shot. Taipei Death Match? Sadistic Madness? Weapons? Ladders? Chairs? Small Artillery? Fine. Whatever your sick twisted minds can dream up. We’ll take you on. We Will Beat You At Your Own Game. Because We are winning this series.
RNSFJ: So What exactly is this series all about?
Zane: That would depend on who you ask.
RNSFJ: I’m asking the two of you
Zane: For us, this series is about what it is NOT about.
RNSFJ: Wait.. what?
Chad: It’s not about our legacy, kz’s legacy. It’s not about how many championships we’ve won, or how many they’ve won.
Zane: it’s not about respect, fear or trust. It’s about one thing.
RNSFJ: And that is….?
Zane: Winning. It’s what we do best, It's about putting Williams & Quinn down for a three count. making them Tap Out. Getting our hand raised. And we do that better than anyone else.
~~~ We hear the crowd break into a "They Tapped out" chant ~~~
Chad: This is the OOWF. It’s not about Championships this time. This time, it’s about honor, pride, and looking yourself in the mirror afterwards. Whether it’s White Hats versus Sinners, Good Guys versus Bad Guys, The Five versus Run DLP, Whatever you want to call it. It’s Texpress versus kz.. It’s Measuring Sticks. It’s Trust Me, Fear Me, and Mess With The Bull.
~~~ Fade ~~~
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 16, 2013 11:07:17 GMT -5
Firewoman walks into the catering area and goes up to the part where they have toast, bagels, donuts, etc. She looks around and then scowls.
FW: YOU! CATERING GUY!
CG: Yeah?
FW: WHERE are the cimmonum raisin Sassanach muffins.
CG: Huh?
FW: Cimmonum raisin...English...I think I just threw up in my mouth a bit...muffins.
CG: Do you mean "cinna-"
FW: Yes, I just can't say*....look, where are they?
CG: That big guy over there just took the last one. We got plain ones?
Catering Guy gestures over to where Fire can see the back of Stank sitting down at a table.
FW: Great...
Fire walks over and sits down across from him.
FW: That's mine.
S: What's yours?
FW: Cimminum raisin English--
S: Cimminum? What the hell is that?
FW: Just gimme--
S: Hands off, woman. What makes you think this is yours?
FW: Because I ordered them. I still have some pull with catering and I ordered them so that--
S: Ah, well, then thank you...these are my favorites.
FW: *frustrated* NO they aren't, they are MY favorite, and I ordered them FOR ME and--
S: Wait....are we speaking?
FW: Huh? You came to my house.
S: And we didn't talk much. So I don't think we are--
FW: Oh stop it, yes we are--
S: But only because I have something you want.
FW: No, I was ...going to stop by but...
S: But you had to go off to your house again with that husband.
FW: His name is--
S: I know what his name is and...good Lord, you're glowing....
FW: Am I?
S: Here...take your damn muffin. I've lost my appetite.
FW: Really?
S: NO!
Firewoman slumps back in her chair, eyes down.
S: You are NOT going to sit here and pout while I eat this are you?
FW: .....
S: Fine. Do what you want.
Stank takes some butter on knife and spreads the creamy buttery goodness on the perfectly toasted English muffin. It begins to melt slowly filling on the nooks and crannies. Fire watches as Stank takes his sweet old time admiring it.
S: So, what's been happening with--
FW: OH MY GOD GIVE ME THAT MUFFIN!!
S: NO!!! Gotdammit, womman...quit being a diva!
FW: Fine.
Fire folds her arms. Stank just looks at the muffin and picks it up as if to eat it.
S: So.....how you been...seriously.
FW: *not taking her eyes off the muffin* Fine. Good.
S: Really. Walking out of matches is not very....you...
FW: It was an off night. *still eying muffin*
S: An off ni--
FW: Hey, she walked out the next show, so--
S: QUIT EYING MY MUFFIN!!
FW: FINE! I'm just wanting a snack before heading back to New Orleans anywa--
S: Why you doin' that?
FW: Two reasons...first of all, it's peaceful and quiet and makes me happy.
S: Okay, and two--
FW: NO ONE STEALS MY DAMN MUFFINS!
Fire gets up and storms away, knocking her chair over in the process. Stank chuckles to himself as he finally takes a bite. Fire goes back up and looks for something else.
CG: What can I--
FW: Where's the plain English muffins?
CG: Oh, that guy over there took the last one?
FW: .....seriously?
At that point, LD Williams walks up eating what we assume is the last English muffin.
LDW: Hey Fire, how was New Orleans?
Fire just looks at him, shakes her head, and storms away. LD goes and sits down with Stank.
LDW: What's with her? You guys okay?
S: *smiling as he finishes his muffin* Yeah, we're getting there.
FADE
OOC: *true story...if I'm not thinking about it, I also can't say "cinnamon and it comes out about like "cimmanum"
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 16, 2013 11:07:52 GMT -5
We fade in to see Matt Folz sitting alone in front of a camera.
MF: As of now, we're exactly one week away from my wedding. I've had friends and family telling me how much marriage is going to change me, and I'm sure they're right to a certain extent. But one thing that will not change is that I'm the best damn wrestler in this company. If any of my opponents think I'm going to become soft after next Friday, or go into the ring underestimating me, they do so at their peril. Last year I made two promises: That I would win Wrestler of the Year, and that I would be World Champion.
Folz holds up his Wrestler of the Year award before continuing.
As you can see, I fulfilled the first promise. And I would have easily fulfilled the other had Moose not ran like a scared little bitch from me during his entire Championship reign. That doesn't matter now, I have the Imperial Onslaught briefcase that guarantees me a title shot. And when and wherever I cash it in, I will be successful. So this year I'm upping the ante, I guarantee that next September the following things will happen: I will walk in to the awards ceremony as OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, One of my title defenses WILL be named Match of the Year, and I will be only the second person in the history of this company to win Wrestler of the Year back to back.
My opponents on Wednesday like to go around saying that a New World is coming. They're correct, just not in the way they believe. My life, along with the entire future of this company, is going to change in a big way this year. And there's nothing any of you can do to stop it.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 16, 2013 11:08:26 GMT -5
(Chloe storms out of GMTheNate's office, followed closely by attorney Otto B. Fared. An SFJ approaches the two and Chloe turns to attack but Otto cuts her off.)
Otto: Young lady, Miss Neal is not available at this time for autographs. Perhaps another time.
SFJ: Oh, I don't want...
Otto: Run along, little lady. Here's my card if you would like some...personal assistance...in getting some exclusive contact with any of these celebrities.
SFJ: No, you don't understand...
Otto: Are you single? Perhaps we could talk over dinner?
SFJ: NO! I'm an interviewer. I just need to ask Chloe some questions.
Otto: Reporter? Young lady, Miss Neal is totally innocent of this crime, she has been falsely accused, and we will fight all the way to the Supreme Court. As long as Miss Neal has a single penny in er turst fund, we will fight for her rights...
Chloe: Oh shut up.
SFJ: You seemed out of control out there.
Chloe: No one makes fun of...
Otto: Miss Neal, please. Miss Neal is the victim of a smear campaign, a campaign of intimidation, and a victim of discrimination.
SFJ: What do you mean?
Otto: Oh please, the ongoing complaints about Miss Neal's methods, taught to her by the masters of violence, the Saints of Sinners. And though these three men can bring the bloodshed, if Miss Neal does that, she is tarred and feathered with the brush of iniquity. Miss Neal is a former Tag Team champion, yet since her return she has been marred in meaningless battles with no opportunity for advancement. And then tonight, this taunting of an opponent.
Chloe: Stupid bitch.
Otto: The OOWF knows that my client wants her sister in the ring. Well tonight they taunted my client by putting an obviously inferior opponent under a mask dressed as her sister to mock my client. She responded like any reasonable person would.
Chloe: I made her bleed.
Otto: And when she responds as many would, she is villified by the manager of this company, all the time claiming she is stalking and harassing her sister. This must stop.
Chloe: Come back, sister. Come back and get what's coming to you.
SFJ: This week you have a three way dance with Chris Evans and Mai Muyo.
Otto: My client predicts a victory against these outstanding competitors.
Chloe: Evans. Stay out of my way. You saw what I did to your old butt buddy Matty Folz. I'll do the same thing to you if you get in my way. But my objective is Mai Muyo. I owe Mai Little Pony a beating. And I will give her just that beating she so richly deserves. Keep turning the other cheek, Mai. I'll slap them in to raw hamburger. And when it's all done, The Martyr will make sure you're all carried out. Because I can.
Otto: Now, if you're done asking questions...
SFJ: Is Chloe the wrestler known in another organization as Regulator Prime?
Otto: Who? What a ridiculous...
Chloe: Move on, Girl. You don't want to go there.
SFJ: It just seems like more than a coincidence...
Chloe: MOVE ON, GIRL!
Otto: Easy, babe. I've got this.
SFJ: Why are you here?
Otto: Because Mr Moosehead Jack hired me to, as he put it, take care of the intercoursing steer defication that the Board of directors was stirring up. And to keep an eye on Miss Neal while kz was trainng.
SFJ: Well, up until now, you were doing pretty good in that regard. Look around.
(Otto sees that Chloe is no where to be found. He starts looking around when Chloe sneaks up behind him and clubs him over the head with her branding iron. She reaches down to pick up the fallen attorney by his hair when the hair....and a mask...comes off, revealing...Attitude Adjuster?)
Chloe: That's it, you're fired.
AA: : Fired? You can't fire me. I'm already fired. I saved this promo. I'm the master promotificator. This is abuse. ABUSE! OF! COUNSEL! I'LL SUE!
Chloe: Sue this, you piece of crap!
(Chloe begins chasing AA and gets in a shot or two with the branding iron as the cameras...)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 17, 2013 18:04:14 GMT -5
**SFJ#47 approaches Miranda. Williams in the Hallway of Random Promos.**
SFJ#47: "Miranda, this week you team up with Banned from Everywhere in a massive Six Person Chaos match. Your thoughts?"
M: "It should be...a great match."
SFJ#47: "You don't sound very excited about it."
M: "I am. I get to team with Justin and Bill again, and I get to face Fire, who's my mentor, Alexis, who's one of my idols, and a ton of fantastic wrestlers. It's just...I'm the Onslaught Champion..."
SFJ#47: "So this match is beneath you?"
M: "No! Not at all! If anything, it's above me - a great chance to test myself. The same with teaming with Mai and facing Alexis in a proving ground match. Those were fantastic opportunities. But,when the time comes and I lose this title, I want my reign to be remembered for the way I defended it, not for the matches I didn't have.
But, whining aside, I am looking forward to this match, especially getting my hands on Mr. Mann. If I can't prove myself defending my Championship, I'll do it by beating the best in the world. When the dust settles Wednesday night, BfE and Miranda Williams will have our hands raised and our opponents will be wondering what hit them."
<fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 17, 2013 19:56:49 GMT -5
*DK & Daniella are looking at the lineup*
DK: Lot of great wrestlers, it is an honor to be in there with Danny against tough competition.
Dee: True, but I am locking in on Salvation. Win, lose, or draw, I get to hurt them.
DK (smiling a fake smile at the camera): I'm shocked, shocked, to hear you say that, "little" sister.
Dee (smiling a similar smile): Why is that,"big brother" of mine?
DK: OK, lets cut the crap. We don't like them, they don't like us.
Dee: We are going to hurt them.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 19, 2013 20:24:07 GMT -5
(Edra is in the American Sunrise training center working out with a jobber while Sunny takes notes. We see Clancey slip in and whisper something in Sunny's ear. Sunny leaves the room with Clancey while Edra continues working out. After a few minutes Sunny runs into the room frantically.)
Sunny: Edra! Come quickly!
(Edra remains focused on the jobber, and Sunny has to enter the ring and grab Edra. Edra turns and swings at Sunny, but the smaller middle eastern woman ducks and sweeps Edra's legs. Edra is furious but Sunny is anxious.)
Sunny: Come quick, it's Mary Lou.
(Edra quickly realizes the urgency of the situation and rushes back with Sunny to Mary Lou's office. The small Filipina is engulfed in tears. The TV monitor on the wall is playing the final TV interview given by their Aunt and Uncle some 25 years ago. Sunny is sitting on the couch next to her and attempts to comfort Mary Lou while Edra steps up to Clancey to try to assess the situation.)
Edra: What happened?
Clancey: Your mother was going through the tape library, trying to take her mind off the crisis in the Philippines. She pulled up this tape and she started crying like this.
Edra: This is...why would my aunt and uncle affect her like this.
Clancay: It wasn't that, it was your father.
Mary Lou: (Still sobbing) Edra, you really need to watch this. It puts it all into … into perspective.
Edra: Mary Lou...
Mary Lou: Edra, PLEASE!
(Edra hears the urgency and the pain in her stepmother's voice and sits down on the couch next to her. The tape is rewound and we see the ending of a match with Wyatt and Beth Banner taking on Jeremy Mason and LeAnne Lowrey. Wyatt picks up Mason for a piledriver and covers, while Beth grabs a chair and defends Wyatt, though not necessarily against Lowrey, and Wyatt gets the three count. Wyatt and Beth don't even acknowledge the cheers of the TV audience as they walk over to Rick Stewart for the post match interview.)
Mary Lou: (Softly on the couch) Kapamilya. Even then.
Mary Lou: He never changed. Even then he believed.
Edra: Look at that crowd. They're in the palm of his hand.
(Rick Stewart shakes Wyatt and Beth's hands, and they go around ringside shaking the fan's hands as Stewart talks about the match until Wyatt and Beth exit to backstage. Cameras follow them as they grab their gear, exit the building, get into a waiting car, and drive away. Edra stops the tape.)
Edra: The greater good.
Mary Lou: Don't you get it? What you want isn't as important as the greater good. You can't bring your sister back here on your terms. You have to go into it full force, determining what the correct course of action is, then following up to accomplish the actions by any means necessary.
Sunny: Your destiny, her destiny, neither one may be here. To assume that it is on a singular course, particularly one that serves you best, is selfish, and denies the greater good.
Mary Lou: I know the truth now. You can't go half-way. You have to go all the way. Particularly when it is by, for, and about family.
Edra: Kapamilya. But is it Clio or not? Or is it something or someone else?
Mary Lou: There's only one way to find out.
Edra: First, I have to get ready for WU. Then we can talk about the greater good.
Sunny: You're going through with that. Three on one?
Edra: We all know that Clio isn't gonna go one-on-one with me. She'll have Moose and possibly Stank and LD to back her up. These three Regulators aren't the Saints, but it's a start.
Sunny: Be careful, OK?
Edra: You, Mary Lou, you're family. The question is, what about Clio? Can she be saved? Or is she a lost cause?
Mary Lou: She's dangerous. I understand why you're doing it, but I wish you weren't.
Edra: Don't worry, Mary Lou. I'm better than she is. I'm not worried.
(Edra leaves the room to go back to her workout, and at Mary Lou's direction Sunny follows. Mary Lou picks up the phone and her mood changed.)
Mary Lou: Well, I may have sold my soul to the devil, but it looks like you may be getting your wish. Yes, well, it took getting her father involved, and I had to lie out my ass, but I think she's ready. For what it's worth, I think you're making a huge mistake. But it's your money. Looking forward to getting your check.
(Mary Lou hangs up the phone. A familiar smirk (though not on her) comes across her face)
Mary Lou: Power's gonna kick some asses. And if Edra can't handle it, then Edna will. Maghanda upang mamatay.
(Mary Lou heads out of the office as the cameras)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 19, 2013 20:25:31 GMT -5
We follow Dynamite Danny Taylor as he enters the Destroyatorium. The camera pauses as Danny stares in stunned silence at a polar bear wearing a top hat and a monocle sipping from a martini while reading the wall street journal. Danny looks over to Spencer, who just shrugs her shoulders.
Spencer: You going to tell him no?
Danny shakes his head no, and heads to the back of the room where Dee and DK are discussing the match. They hand him a cold one, and he clinks glasses with them before sitting as well. He motions for them to continue their conversation.
DK: Me and Dee where just discussing how we can't wait to get our hands on Salvation.
Dee: Yeah, it's time for some payback.
Danny nods his head in understanding, and Dee and DK exchange confused looks.
Dee: Isn't this the part where you warn us not to underestimate the other opponents?
DK: Or warn us that getting too focused on one team leaves us vulnerable to the others?
Danny just smirks and takes a sip out of his drink. He then points to Salvations name on the card, and makes the motion of belts around his waist. He then makes three taps on the table before pointing to the siblings. He then holds up one finger.
DK: Yeah, no doubt that would move us up the ranks.
Dee: So if we are focusing on taking down Salvation, what do we do about everyone else?
Danny taps on his chest.
Dee: You are good Danny, but look at that list the current IC Champ, the current Onslaught Champ, Former champs like Firewoman and Stank, and the wildcard that is Tommy Wilder. That's a lot for one man to handle.
Danny makes the sign language symbols for B then F then E.
DK: No offense to those boys, but do you really need to worry about them.
Danny points over to the bar, where Arctic McBearington is now smoking from a pipe and doing the times crossword puzzle.
DK: Good point.
Dee: Still, you can't think you can beat all of them.
Danny starts chuckling and takes a deep swig of his beer. The Murphy's look confused, and Ashley comes over and places a fresh round in front of them.
Ashley: You are over thinking it, he doesn't have to beat them, he just has to keep them busy long enough for one of you to beat one of Salvation.
Danny does a knucklebump with Ashley as she walks off, and then looks back to the smiling Murphy's.
Dee and DK: (in unison) Consider it done.
Danny smiles as we
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 19, 2013 20:26:21 GMT -5
*Drink & Destroy are watching Monday Night Football, while the bear is perusing the list of single malt scotches*
DK: I wish Talib had controlled his temper.
Dee: I wish he slapped Smith into a figure four.
*Danny shrugs and glances over at the bear*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 19, 2013 20:27:10 GMT -5
<SFJ13 catches Moosehead Jack coming into the arena. Moose is clearly not in a good mood>
SFJ13: You have been very quiet about your series with Texpress
MHJ: I have been dealing with some shit
SFJ13: so you have been ignoring Texpress, perhaps that is why you lost this past week
<Moose just glares at the 13>
SFJ13: Are you going to comment on the match at all? What stips did you and LD pick?
MHJ: We don't know what the match will be
SFJ13: But it is YOUR turn to pick the stips
MHJ: yes, and when we talked to Corbitt about this series, he had us each give him a list of ten stips we wanted for the matches. He picks from each list. We know about it when the match starts. He says that way, its not just about prep its about who can adapt on the fly
SFJ13: That sounds......reasonable
MHJ: It doesn't matter.
SFJ13: I don't see Chloe
MHJ: She is dealing with business
SFJ13: Do you....
<before she can say anything else, Moose just turns and walks off>
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 19, 2013 20:27:56 GMT -5
~~~ A RNSFJ stands outside a random door when Chad Madison walks up to her ~~~
RNSFJ: Chad! Did you change your mind about dinner? Offer still stands.
Chad: Are you working?
RNSFJ: Right now? Yes
Chad: Good. Hold the mic.
~~~ Chad faces the camera ~~~
Chad: In all the hustle and bustle last week, I missed something LD Williams said, and I want to address it now.
You said when we wrestle, you and Moose would isolate one of us in the ring and then it's just us in the ring with a future Hall of Famer. And that got me thinking, what makes someone a Hall of Fame Wrestler? Ability? Longevity? Championships? Some combination of all the above? What makes LD Williams and Moosehead Jack the sure fire Hall of Famers? You both have been here since the beginning and have won alot of matches and Championships. You both have a lot of skins on the wall.
See, that's one thing we have in common, Zane and I both have a lot of skins on the wall. And one of my skins, one of mine came off of Moose. So not only do I have MORE skins than you do, I got one off of the baddest man in wrestling, a member of kz, and a future Hall of Famer.
So If it's Wins, Championships, skins on the wall that makes you a Hall of Famer, Chad Madison & Zane Myers certainly qualify. We haven't been here since day one, but we've been here longer than anyone not named Williams, Mann, Quinn or Muyo.
What does that mean? It means I'm On That Level. So tomorrow night, when we isolate one of you, as the more experienced team - Your words LD, not mine- is prone to do, it will be one of You in the ring with a Future Hall of Famer. And that, for you, is not a good thing.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 20, 2013 9:40:55 GMT -5
*Ghosthead emerges from out of the shadows into the light illuminating an empty ring. He looks around at the equally empty arena and smirks slightly.*
"Belief... where much strength can be found.
Alexander Darling believes he will rise from the ashes from where I sent him.
Matthew Folz believes he will be the next OOWF Champion.
The Suicide Kings believe they rule in a new world of their own making.
Beliefs all can rest on.
But in the face of their beliefs stands the Ghosthead Killer, The Death Knell, The OOWF World Champion.
This is what I know.
I know that I am more than capable of defeating any given opponent. This Championship Belt around my waist proves as much. I know that this world, this dark world that is hardly new, shall be ruled by the Ghosthead Killer, not because he is its champion... but in spite of this fact. I also know in this world we have pretenders to the throne... three of whom call themselves the Suicide Kings.
Thorns in my side, a plague amongst the vines of this tumultuous garden.
I know this championship makes me a target of theirs, my taped ribs evidence of their conceit.
I know their insolence makes them a target of mine, a target shared by those fated to join me in battle.
I know that my alliance with Matthew Folz and Alexander Darling is a temporary one wrought in presage yet to unfold... but before its revelation... the Suicide Kings shall fully realize their namesake and once our hands are raised in victory... once we glory in their defeat...
... then they too will know... just like everyone else... wrath, fury... ruin."
Fade
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 20, 2013 9:43:12 GMT -5
FADE in on a non-descript street... somewhere. This location must be somewhere far to the north of this week’s Mayhem location, as walking down the street bundled up in a winter coat is one half of the OOWF World Tag Team Champions, The Crusher Stan Fulton. He knows an SFJ or ninja-cam is nearby. Thankfully, no one else is nearby to hear him ‘talking to himself.’
“Yeah, I know. I’ve been pretty quiet these last few weeks. I was going through the motions. I think part of it was the OOWF completely forgetting I was a Grand Slam champion. My partner had to remind the company. How sad is that?
“It really made me rethink why I want to do this. No one in the OOWF appreciates the contributions I’ve made. Besides Eco. Makes me want say, “Hang the lot,” and leave my boots in the ring.”
Fulton continues to walk down the wintery street.
“And then I saw Matt Folz talk about his upcoming year. And as much as I respect Matt and his ability...”
Fulton pauses in the middle of the sidewalk.
“I’m certainly better than Matt Folz.”
Fulton says this with a smirk.
“Oh sure, he’s a better pure technical wrestler and he’s got a hot fiancée. But I’m bigger and stronger. And better looking.”
Fulton also says this with a smirk.
“So here’s what’s going to happen. Eco and I are going to team with Stank and kick everyone else’s ass tomorrow night in our match. Then Eco and I are going to go on and kick ass from here ‘til Doomsday.
“Matt, I’m terribly sorry but this year the OOWF Wrestler of the Year is going to be Stan Fulton. The rest of that stuff you can have. But this is the year that the OOWF stands up and takes notice of their newest Grand Slam Champion.
“Stank. You don’t like us and we don’t like you. But there is, at least from this side, a respect of talent. Tomorrow night, we go out and dominate the way that only the two of the biggest men in this industry and the biggest mind in this industry can.
“Then I have a bachelor party to throw in ...”
Fulton gags a little.
“... Green Bay, Wisconsin. After that, a wedding to attend and then Stan Fulton climbs his way to the top. The OOWF World Heavyweight Championship and 2014 OOWF Wrestler of the Year.
“Enjoy the pain.”
Fulton stomps his feet into his Sorel boots and walks into the snow and dark as we FADE.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 20, 2013 9:44:40 GMT -5
Mai Muyo is sitting at a laptop computer, furiously typing away. She is sitting in a dark room in the arena. The blue light illuminates her face. She's writing a long email in Japanese, but she reads aloud to himself in English.
Mai: He is a very gentle boy, and this was only one incident...I believe in strength, but zero tolerance is not strength, it is foolishness...my brother is where he is due to second chances, and...and...hrm...
Eco: Thinking that's not an argument in your favor?
Mai: (looking up) Catching me in the dark?
Eco: I'm not here to hurt you, Mai.
Mai: You've done quite enough of that.
Eco: Who are you writing to?
Mai: There's a boy back home...he was in seventh grade, when I was a senior, our old school...he's being expelled over a fight, and I don't know the details, but I can't imagine he was at fault. I just...I wouldn't want to see his life ruined.
Eco: And so...you're sending an email?
Mai: I don't know what it will do. But at least I know they know my name.
Eco: You should have come to me. I'm sure I can make this disappear. (Eco puts his belt and bag to the side and takes out his phone) Give me the office number?
Mai: I didn't ask for your help.
Eco: Mai, this is not the ring. You are not strong everywhere in this world. I am.
Mai: No. You're not.
Eco: Are you really going to be so prideful as to not let me save your friend?
Mai: I can do it.
Eco: Are you certain?
Mai: ...
Eco: Well?
Mai rattles off the number. Eco puts it in his phone and dials. Eco speaks calmly in Japanese. We don't know quite what he's saying, but he raises his voice at one point...and smiles after, having gotten the result he wanted. He laughs, bids goodbye, and hangs up.
Eco: Forty-five seconds. How long did you spend drafting that message?
Mai: Two hours.
Eco: Work smarter, not harder, Mai.
Eco takes his bags and goes to exit.
Eco: ...There are things you can still trust me for, you know.
Mai: I'm not sure that's true.
Eco: ...Okay.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 20, 2013 9:45:42 GMT -5
*Jose Reyna stands in front of a fire place somewhere in the country*
*His suit is dirty and dingy and his hair is ruffled up in his face*
*He still has a bandage over the back of his head*
Jose: Matt Foltz, you think having your "full" attention is what the Suicide Kings want?
On the contrary, Matthew.
What we want is for you and everyone else in OOWF to bow down to the "Kingz"!
You said that no matter how I won, the "W" is the only thing that counts. What exactly did you lose Matthew? What did I win, really?
The way I interpreted things, we BOTH lost.
The only thing you lost was that smug look on your face after I pinned your shoulders to the mat!
I haven't won ANYTHING between you and I until I kick your head in and leave you lying in a hospital bed on your wedding day.
Preconceived notions are "redickuless", Matthew. It wasn't letting go of the hold that was your fatal mistake last week, it was your ignorance. Since day 1 you have overlooked me and denied the fact that I am in the same league as you, maybe even greater than.
Tonight, you, Alexander and the OOWF Champion himself, Ghosthead have one of the biggest challenges to date. You take on the Suicide Kings as a whole. Each of you have felt our fury in one way or another, but you never have had all three of us in that ring, working together as a unit.
You want revenge? You think today is your lucky day? On the contrary, gentlemen.
It's MY lucky day...
I get to choose to hurt Foltz before his wedding day, put an end to Alexander Darling or pin the OOWF Champion!
You three be prepared to bow before the Kings. Muck City... prepare to be Amaz -BLEHHHHH!!!!
*Jose Reyna vomits all over the camera...*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 20, 2013 10:55:21 GMT -5
Shot opens with a loud roar as buildings flash by… above the noise, we hear Tommy Wilder's voice –
"Sometimes, goin' real fast can be a bad thing. Yeah, I said it."
Camera shot down the street, the camera is flying past traffic.
"When people are focused on one thing, something else goes by so fast, they don't notice it."
Pan down to the speedometer on a motorcycle – 75 MPH
"Or they don't catch it in time."
Horns blare, brakes screech –
"And after a while, the little individual lines on the road blur together, becoming one long white line…"
Speedometer now reads 90 mph
"Kinda like the OOWF right now. Seems like everyone is wrapped up in their own thing…"
Speedometer is at 120 – camera shows the street as it blows through a red light, and flies between a semi truck and a bus… the movement is getting disorienting.
"And some folks aren't seeing what is comin' right at them – moving fast."
The camera shot elevates, and it is obvious the cycle has crested hill and is now airborne for a second. It lands, but is still accelerating.
"So I guess that leaves me with a couple of choices."
Camera show 150 MPH
"I could interject myself into someone else's biz. I mean, TexPress are my buds, and I got their backs if the Saints get screwy – but so far, Chad and Zane got all the wheels on the deck…."
175….
"And really, it ain't my style – to get in on something just to make the scene. I got the cred – I am the best high flyer in the OOWF."
200 MPH – we see a building in the distance, closing fast.
"So that leaves the other option. SPEED UP."
The camera tilts upward – the cycle is now doing a wheelie as it flies past a security gate, so fast the guard can't even react -
225 – and the camera shows a wall, dead ahead.
"Take it to the LIMIT!"
There is a sudden squeal of brakes, you hear people shouting and the camera angle is nearly straight up for a moment - then drops down to show the brick wall – inches away. The camera pans to show a 75' skid mark, and then the rider gets off the hi-perfomance motorcycle, the tires still smoking, as it leans against the wall.
"'Cause in my mind, the best way to make the biggest impact is to go faster – and see who can keep up, who will bail, and who hits the wall."
Helmet is taken off, put on the handle bars so that it show Tommy Wilder – crazy look in his eyes, wearing jeans, a leather jacket and a Tshirt from Rancid's 'And Out Come the Wolves' tour….
"Let's dial it up to 11, boys and girls. – Time to get Wild."
Wilder opens the door and walks into the arena -
Fade….
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 20, 2013 13:15:07 GMT -5
The scene opens up and Christain Carter comes into view. He is standing in front of a green wooded door. He starts to speak, with an evil grin on his face.
CC: Alexander Darling, Matthew Folz, and Jared Mann. These guys are 3 of the top men in this company. They are three men who do not like one another, and three men who now have to work together, to face three men who are as Jose had said, a cohesive unit.
Matthew, your mouth is making your body hurt. You keep talking trash, and yet end up in the ER. Just imagine how your soon to be wife feels when you end up in the hospital, permanently. Or worse, she does. Not that I would hurt a woman…oh wait…I would. I know you say we have your full attention now, well boy, I’m sure that short attention span you have will soon go away, along with your ability to walk. Remember that!
But right now, I want to address our current champion, the man I pinned last week. Jared, I know it is eating you up inside that I beat you. I know it’s just killing you on the inside, and I have just guaranteed me a shot at your world title yet again. So when I beat you again, and I pin you tonight in the middle of that ring, you’re going to give me the fucking respect that I deserve Jared. You going to know that I am without a doubt better than you, Folz and Alexander all wrapped up in one.
Speaking of Mr. Darling, Alexander, I hope this door looks familiar to you. The last time we saw it, you were behind here, tied to a chair, getting your ass handed to you. You see, my time with the Saints, may have been short, but during that time, I made a huge statement by focusing everything I had towards the Darling family. You, your wife and that precious sister of yours, have been on my mind a lot, especially Lexi on her back in nothing more than a skimpy towel.
Behind this door Alexander, you saw the future at it’s brightest. You saw the man who stands in front of this door, and the man that broke you, become that guy you wished you could be again. YOU SAW THE BEGINNING OF YOUR DEMISE! I am that man Alexander…Jared may have broke your leg, but I BROKE YOUR SOUL! I BROKE YOUR SPIRIT, I BROKE YOU ALEXANDER! And with all this history that you like to provide to show us how dominate you use to be, you are not that man, nor will you ever be that man again. You talk about how you’re a Darling, and I’m not…Well mother fucker, I am Christian Carter, the next OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, the future of this company, and well…..YOU’RE NOT! Welcome to the New World….MY WORLD!
Camera fades to black
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 20, 2013 13:15:47 GMT -5
*Old School Backstage Promo*
Quorra is standing by with Alexander Darling.
Quorra: Interesting match you have tonight.
Alex: It is, isn't it?
Quorra: On one side, the new upstarts - The Suicide Kings. Most of whom have made it their mission to take you out of this company. And on your side...Ghosthead and Matt Folz.
Alex: I should laugh. Here I am getting ready to step into the ring with 5 guys who want nothing more than to make sure Alexander Darling is no longer a threat to what they have or what they want and yet 2 of em are on "my side."
Quorra: How do you deal with that aspect; not knowing if you can trust your own partners?
Alex: Trust is one of those words thrown around this company. And the truth is I don't trust them. Ghosthead knows what he's done to me and how much it will mean to me to get back to what I once was and he's the goal. So if he has to chance to eliminate that threat before it can become a factor he will. Folz, Matty...he wants so much to be the best and he throws that out there so often not because he wants the rest of us to believe it, but because he needs to believe it. And until he can take that last step, he never will believe it. And I'm one of those steps because the truth is Matt can't feel as if he's the best when he's never been able to be better than me. So if he sees the chance tonight to take me out, he may very well do it. So I've got to have that on my mind.
Quorra: And that's before you even get to your opponents.
Alex: That's correct. Jason Allen...wants so much to be recognized for the talent he is and here he is in the shadow of Carter and Jose. But the best way to step out of that shadow is to have the light focused on him. Pinning any of us in the match tonight will give him that spotlight. But will his partners allow Jason to shine? That's the thing when these groups come together...who's desires are they serving. Is this just about getting Carter what he believes he has earned or is it about the groups desires outweighing the goals of the individuals.
Quorra: You think you can form fractures in the Kings?
Alex: I don't have to form anything. The history within the Kings is a fact. It's just a matter of what is important to them. We know what's important to Carter. He can talk about me, my wife, my sisters and make all the disparaging and sexist and misogynistic comments he want and karma will come for him. I don't need to make idle threats because they'll make Carter regret his words. See, that's the thing here...the Kings have pushed and pushed me to a breaking point and it could have been a major statement in their story. Instead it's going to be their downfall.
Quorra: And the other member of the Kings?
Alex: Jose Reyna...the Amazing one. Lost in his own success. Never feeling as if he's been appreciated. Drawn down into the rabbit hole of Carter and his vision of a new world. But what about your world Jose. Reigning LBCW champion and playing second fiddle to Christian Carter here. The only member of the Kings to hold OOWF gold and lost in this new world. Lost in Carter's world. It would be sad if I gave one fuck about you. You want to be the man, Jose, then just be one. I've been where you are and the only way to be where I am now is to grow the fuck up. Nothing will be handed to you. Cheap methods get you cheap results and I ain't cheap Jose. You want your statement to be heard...I'm your huckleberry. Step to me and I'll show you something truly amazing. I'll show you MY WORLD. And I will own you like the bitch you are.
Quorra: Any last comments?
Alex: Tonight, my partners can work together or they can't. It really doesn't matter to me because I'm going to do what Alexander Darling does best...make others remember the night they faced me. And then when the bell rings, win or lose, my goals will be the same. Shut up the Kings, make it clear that it's not their world, then make it clear to Folz that his journey to being the best still goes through me, and finally stepping up to Ghosthead and proving that as much as he tried to end me and as close as he got, that he failed and I will be the one who takes everything from him. Because I am still Alexander Darling, and well, opponents or partner...they're just not.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 20, 2013 18:09:45 GMT -5
(Bishop Blaize and Matty Alouette are tearing the house down with one of their five star technical matches right before Mayhem. Blaize gets Alouette in a headlock but Alouette pushes him off and the big criss cross run the ropes spot hits and Blaize stops and unloads a Blaising Hammer on Alouette! Sensing victory Blaize picks up Alouette for another hammer, but Alouette reverses the throw and Blaize comes off into a MONTREAL SHOEJOB! Alouette covers, hooks the leg for the three count. About that time here comes Chloe Neal into the ring, branding iron in hand. She beats Alouette with the branding iron and kicks him senseless. She picks up the Canadian...CORKSCREW! She then picks up her old nemesis Blaize, kisses him full on the lips, then picks him up for a Corkscrew as well! She rips Blaize open with her branding iron for good measure, and sends Blaize, then Alouette out of the ring over the top rope. Chloe demands the microphone from the timekeeper and he reluctantly gives it to her. She starts pacing across the ring, back and forth, twisting her hair with a confused and frustrated look on her face.)
I don't get it. I was good. I did what they and Jack told me to do. I didn't do anything wrong. I went away for 30 days...and what do they do when I come back? They tease me with my sister. They make it like they want her to come back and show me the error of my ways...so where is she? She's not here. She's scared, she's afraid of facing the biggest challenge of my life.
(Chloe stops and drops, sitting splay legged, in the middle of the ring.)
And that's me. But it's not just me she needs to worry about. She made Jack mad. Jack likes it when I'm here. But Jack's not here, he's busy with the Texicans and kz.
(Chloe begins rubbing her head and playing with her hair)
I don't know what he wants me to do. I know that he's happy I'm back, he just...it's...I don't know...All I know is I feel...all...this...anger. And I want to hurt someone...I just..I don't know who. Power is scared of me, she should be. She should be scared of Jack. He wants me to end her. But not before he beats the crap out of her. But...I don't know...you know.
(Chloe looks up and..is that a tear we see falling?)
Tonight, I guess this is what they want to see. They want to see me falling apart and getting emotional...I am NOT going to give them the satisfaction.
(The crowd starts booing except for the Saints of Sinners section that starts chanting “Chloe, Chloe, Chloe”. Chloe rolls out of the ring and walks up to the section. We slowly see a smile come to her face.)
You like me. You really like me. Thank you. For you, tonight, I want to bring you guys and gals something special. I wanna bring you Mai Muyo, roasted on a stick, and the disemboweled carcass of Cubby McTootsalot. Would you like that?
(The Saints fans cheer while the rest of the crowd boos. Chloe smirks. )
Of course you would, because you're all a bunch of sick fucks just like me.
(Chloe grabs a ringside camera and gets in real close)
Know this. I am back for a purpose, a reason. And the OOWF better learn that. Because no more Miss Niceperson. Everybody bleeds. Everybody pays. Everybody, until my sister grows a pair and signs a contract and gets into the ring with me. I don't care if I win or lose. Everybody pays. Everybody bleeds.
Trust me.
(Chloe pushes the cameraman away and drops the microphone. She climbs back into the ring and throws out her arms, branding iron in hand, soaking in the cheers and jeers. She sees trainers trying to help Blaize and Alouette and she climbs the turnbuckle nearest them and leaps into the fray, swinging at everyone with her branding iron. Trainers back off and call for help from the back and Chloe takes off through the Saints of Sinner section as we...)
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 21, 2013 9:49:20 GMT -5
Firewoman and Davin Moreland are speeding in a Bugatti towards the OOWF Arena. Speeding as only a Bugatti with a sociopath behind the wheel can.
DM: Geezus, Fire...watch that truck.
FW: I'm fine.
We see that Fire is steering with one hand and holding an English Muffin in the other.
DM: We're going to be late.
FW: No we aren't.
DM: Fire....what did you have for breakfast?
FW: Cimmanum raisin sassanach muffin.
DM: And lunch?
FW: Cimmanum raisin sassanach muffin...*she takes a bite*...wif pnt bttr.
DM: Uh huh...
He grabs the muffin from her, rolls the window down, and tosses it out the window.
FW: HEY!!!
The car swerves as Fire reaches for the muffin to save it. Davin puts his hand on the wheel and straightens the car. There is the sound of car horns, but it fades really quickly in the distance.
FW: I LOVE THOSE!
DM: You also love winning and how you look in spandex. And these are making you slow and....um.....
FW: Do NOT finish that sentence.
DM: You're also getting more tense the further we get from your house. I don't know if that's the higher bread content or not, but it needs to stop.
FW: Whatever...
DM: Tomorrow. Cardio. Then egg whites--
FW: BABY CHICKENS!!
DM: No they are not....fine...whatever it is you USED to eat before Alex gave you one of those. Now...let's run down the opponents.
FW: *revving the engine a bit* Yeah!
DM: FIGURATIVELY Fire...Okay...Salvation and Stank?
FW: Big power moves, so watch for those. Sensi...I mean Juni...watch for the mind games.
DM: Nice save. Almost. Dee, DK, and Danny?
FW: Strong strikes. REALLY strong. I think I still have a bruise from one of Danny's.
DM: Excellent...Banned from Everywhere and Miranda?
FW: B-Eff-Ee are disturbingly underrated.
DM: And Miranda?
The car goes almost-but-not-quite-too-fast around the exit and heads up a four-lane road. Fire smirks.
FW: I taught her everything she knows.
DM: Don't get cocky...
The car makes a quick turn and squeals its tires into the parking garage and into a spot. They both exit and Davin bends down and kisses the ground.
FW: It ain't bragging if you back it up. Besides...I didn't teach her everything *I* know.
Firewoman smirks again as she grabs her own bag and heads to the door, where Alexander is standing there, giving her the "Do you know what time it is?" look.
FW: Hi, honey, I'm home!
She rushes in to the arena, with Davin and Alexander following behind.
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Post by BookerShark on Nov 21, 2013 9:50:34 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Muck City, Alabama November 20, 2013 CHLOE vs. CHRIS EVANS vs. MAI MUYOAll three are introduced and the bell rings, Chloe snarls and immediately goes after Mai and hammers her with punches to the face. Mai quickly fights back and lights Chloe up with some chops to the chest. Evans shrugs and stands in the corner and watches it all unfold. Mai catches Chloe with a spinning heel kick to the face then sends her to the ropes and elevates her with a back body drop. Chloe pops to her feet and flips Mai the double bird, Mai charges at her, but Chloe stops her cold with a headbutt to the face. The whole time Evans is just standing there with an amused look on his face. Mai and Chloe both notice it, Chloe charges in and KILLS Evans with a clothesline, Mai follows right behind her with a running knee to the face. As Evans staggers out of the corner, Chloe grabs him around the waist and Mai POPS him with a SUPERKICK to the jaw, then Chloe DUMPS him with a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! Evans bails out of the ring and Mai celebrates for a second, but that is stopped cold when Chloe nearly spears her out of her boots and covers her for a two count. Chloe is on Mai hammering her with punches to the face, Evans seems to have regained some interest in this match, as he slides into the ring and POPS Chloe on the back of the head with a SUPERKICK, then waits for Mai to sit up and BLASTS her in the face with a SHINING WIZARD! The three tear at one another for the next fifteen minutes, Chloe whips the crowd into a frenzy with dirty tactics while Mai uses the crowds support to get several near falls on both Chloe and Evans. The crowd actually seems to be somewhat behind Evans when he is against Chloe, but boos him mercilessly when he fights Mai. The end comes when Evans goes for a missile dropkick, but Chloe shoves Mai into the ropes which sends Evans off the top rope crashing through a table. Mai quickly looks over the ropes to see if Evans is alive, while she is distracted, Chloe pulls a chain from her tights, wraps it around her fist, grabs Mai and spins her around and BLASTS her in the face with it! Mai drops like a sack of wet cement, Chloe falls on her, hiding the chain from the referee, and gets the one, two, three. WINNER in 18:42 – Chloe GHOSTHEAD, MATT FOLZ & ALEXANDER DARLING vs. SUICIDE KINGSThe Suicide Kings come to the ring first, they soak in the boos of the crowd and mock the fans of Muck City, which only draws more boos. Their opponents are announced, first Matt Folz, then Alexander Darling and finally the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Ghosthead. The three stand at the top of the stage for a moment, not exactly looking like a team united. They finally start toward the ring and slide under the ropes and the Kings attack! Carter, Reyna and Allen only keep the momentum for a moment, then Alex, Ghost and Folz fight to their feet and the war is on! Ghost and Carter trade punches in the middle of the ring, Folz backs Allen to a corner and lights him up with chops and Allen returns the favor, each trading position several times. Alex tackles Reyna and they fall between the ropes to the floor where they claw at one another with a ferocity we haven’t seen in awhile. Darling pulls Reyna to his feet and lifts him by the throat and SLAMS him back first into the apron. Reyna falls to his knees, and Alex throws him into the guardrail, then climbs onto the apron, runs, leaps and DESTROYS Reyna with a kick to the face! Inside the ring, Carter catches Ghost with a low blow dropping him to the mat. He turns his attention to Folz, who has Allen on the mat in the corner choking him with his boot. Carter charges in and nails him with a boot to the back of the head. The Kings double team Folz for a minute, then Alex makes the save and evens the odds. The match finally turns into an actual six man tag match, with the Kings working together flawlessly, while Ghost, Folz and Alex work together reasonably well, but you can feel the tension between the three of them. The Kings keep Darling in their corner and punish him mercilessly, with Carter taking special joy in making him bleed. They get several near falls, but Ghost and Folz make the save each time. Finally Alex is able to make the tag to Ghost, and he comes in and cleans house. The match breaks down, with the Kings bringing weapons into play. Soon enough all six are bleeding. Carter NAILS Ghost with a kendo shot to the side of the head that sends the champ into the corner. Ghost snarls with rage and gets to his feet and lets loose BLACK MIST at Carter, but Carter falls to the mat, and the mist catches Alex right in the face! Darling goes down clawing at his eyes. Carter tackles Ghost and falls out of the ring while Allen dives over the ropes onto Folz. Reyna pulls a blinded Alex to his feet and ducks a couple weak punches and hits the OH EM GEE nearly kicking Alex’s head into the tenth row. Reyna covers, grabs a handful of tights, and gets the three count. WINNERS in 33:33 – Suicide Kings Reyna is not done yet, he pulls Alex up and sets him up for a PILEDRIVER. Allen comes into the ring and they are going to spike him, but Folz and Ghost make it into the ring with chairs and chase them off. Folz looks at Alex’s face and sees the black mist, then looks at Ghost, and immediately drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, pointing to his head, then grabbing his title shot briefcase. Ghost stands over Alex for a moment looking at him, the crowd wonders what he will do next. Medical makes it to the ring with towels to wipe his eyes and Ghost just leaves the ring and heads to the back. SALVTION & STANK vs. BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE & MIRANDA vs. MURPHY’S LAW & DANNY TAYLOR vs. ALEXIS DARLING, FIREWOMAN & TOMMY WILDER – Six PERSON Chaos MatchWell, here comes Banned from Everywhere and Miranda wandering down the ramp. Miranda is wearing her Onslaught Championship belt around her waist like any good champion does, while Justin follows Miranda with a confused look on his face. While Bill has what looks like bags around his waist. Turns out those are coin bucket holders from the Creek Indian Casino in Wetumpka. That also explains the cigar in his mouth and feather in his cap. Of course, there are no coins in those cups, but Mason jars. Wonder what that clear liquid inside is? Might be the same stuff that's in that Xtreme Gulp cup...that seems to be melting...But Bill manages to down the drink before the container is turned into a mass of molten plastic. Miranda walks around the ring slapping hands with Justin just getting hit in the face by fans as he misses the hand slaps. While Bill gives a lucky(?) fan the remains of the Xtreme Gulp cup and takes a run at getting into the ring. After falling down the step a couple of times he shakes his head and leaps up the steps and onto the turnbuckle. Miranda hands her championship belt to the rolls into the ring and jumps up on the turnbuckle...and is knoocked off when Justin tries to jump up on the same turnbuckle. Miranda shakes her head and points at another turnbuckle and Justin slowly climbs up the turnbuckle and raises his hands and Miranda does the same. Miranda jumps down and Bill and Justin...fall off. Bill and Justin chase down the Mason jars that fell out of Bill's belt when he fell. While this mess is going on in the ring the Drink and Destroy crew heads down to ringside. Danny and DK wander down slapping hands with the fans but Dee is focused on someone inside the ring. She rolls in and steps up to Miranda and makes the “Me Wanty Belt” gesture. Justin tries to get between the two of them but both women shove him down roughly as Danny and DK roll in and pull Dee back. And out come Firewoman, Alexis Darling and Tommy Wilder to interject themselves into this fray. As they position themselves between everyone to keep things from getting out of hand, Bill falls out of the ring and looks under the ring to find...a vendor's tray? Filled with pint Mason Jars? He slides the tray under the bottom rope and falls back into the ring. He grabs the tray and offers it to the others in the ring. While the Murphys are right in there having a beverage and Justin does as well, not knowing any better, Fire and Lexie play a game of chicken, daring each other to try it. Tommy declines, saying that some things are just too extreme even for him. Suddenly “I know who you are, the leader of lost souls” brings out Ecosystem, Stan Fulton, and Stank, who seems to be less than enthusiastic about being included in this matchup. As they climb into the ring Bill meets them and offers the threesome some nutty refreshment. Eco and Stan accept the offer while Stank just walks away and Justin Sane walks over and asks his “boss” for Five Dollars. As Stank slaps the taste out of Justin's mouth, Eco and Stan throw the beverage into Bill's face. And the fight is on. The referee lets this match go on as a Texas Tornado match, which only lends to more of a melee as Bill goes to fist city with “Nascar Stan”, Eco squares off with Tommy Wilder, Stank flips Justin out of the ring, and the Murphys go after Stank. Miranda and Lexie square off in some stiff strikes and hard hitting exchanges, while Danny and Fire just sit back for a minute watching and looking at each other for a moment or two. Danny finally gets involved when Stan picks up the vendors tray and moves to hit Bill with it. But Danny grabs it out of his hands and throws it out of the ring, shakes his finger at him, and begins exchanging hard strikes with Fulton. Meanwhile Fire sees Justin trying to get back up into the ring and the ongoing melee and decides to calm things down a bit. She grabs Justin and press slams him into the mass of humanity. But instead of having the effect she desired, Justin gets crowd surfed over the wrestlers in the ring. Finally Stank presses Justin over the top rope and into the crowd, where the crowd surfing continues, and Justin disappears... Meanwhile the Murphys have started to press the attack against Salvation, joined by Tommy Wilder and Firewoman, who engage in some ping pong using Eco as an object and Fulton as a weapon. Fulton finally says Intercourse this, and tears into Wilder, while the respect battle between Miranda and Lexie has escalated into some full bore fighting with the two exchanging hard hitting blows that knock each other back. Miranda finally drives Lexie to her knees and makes room to hit a Shining Wizard! Miranda goes for a pin but the referee is waaaayyy out of position and only makes a one count before Fire drags her protege off her partner. Miranda is upset and pushes Fire back. Fire shakes her head and goes to rejoin the fray when Miranda grabs her again and begins yelling at her in Spanish. They both start screaming and pushing and finally the two come to blows which ends with Stank breaking free of his battle with DK Murphy to clothesline them both into next week. Stank shakes his head and turns into a dropkick from Lexie and a rollup attempt by Wilder that the referee misses again as Danny breaks up the pinfall and he and Stank come to blows. Meanwhile Eco has managed to keep Dee at bay with a few illegal maneuvers that have Dee fired up until Eco pulls out the Greco Roman Eye rake that blinds the big woman. Meanwhile Fulton comes up with a low blow on DK and they both throw the Murphys, one at a time, out to the floor. As the cameras follow the siblings out of the ring we see crawling out from under the ring...Justin. He crawls up on the ring apron and then stumbles to the top turnbuckle...no, it can't be. We hear DOOOUUUGGGHHHHAAWWWKKK...The lights go out, we hear the sounds of marching soldiers, Jerry Lee Lewis yelling “Great Balls of Fire”, a child singing the alphabet song, and a grand fanfare. The lights come back up to find most everyone on the floor surrounded by clowns and Chihuahuas, Fire and Lexie in the ring in martial arts outfits, and Justin on the top rope in a pink tutu. Justin tries to pliè off the top rope but Fire and Lexie come up with stereo superkicks that send him out to the floor. Fulton runs into the ring to get away from the clowns and Eco tries to follow but he gets pulled back out by the Murphys. Fulton should have stayed outside as Fire and Lexie catch him unaware, taking the big man down and Fire rolls him over... CURBSTOMP! Tommy Wilder jumps up on the apron as the others are still slow to recover. He climbs the turnbuckle...AIRWALK! Fire heads for the top rope as well...BEST FIRESAULT EVAR! Not to be left out, Lexie climbs the turnbuckle – SHOOTING STAR PRESS! The assembled outside are recovering as Lexie covers Fulton and Wilder and Fire stand ready to block any attempts at a save...and Lexie gets the three count. Winners in 33:44 – Tommy Wilder, Alexis Darling, and FirewomanAs the battle continues outside Lexie and Fire roll out to pet the dogs and, as Stephen Sondheim would say, Send in the Clowns. Fulton sees all the clowns standing over him, and begins attacking them before running out of the ring and to the back, with the clowns, Eco and the Murphys in pursuit. Stanks sighs and heads up the ramp and everyone else stays around ringside gathering up the yippy creatures and taking them to the back. Danny and Fire seem particularly taken with a couple of them as they head through the curtain. KZ vs. TEXPRESS – Best of Seven Series, Match 3 – Chain MatchAs the teams get to the ring they discover that this will be a chain match. Not a four corners chain match though because those are dumb. Pin fall or submission only and essentially anything goes. LD gets chained to Chad while Moose gets chained to Zane. The bell rings and the four immediately tear into one another. The match quickly disintegrates into an all-out brawl. Moose blasts Zane in the face with the chain, then wraps it around his head and stomps on his face until Zane is a bloody mess. Chad saves his partner by whipping the chain upside Moose’s head, damn near tearing part of his ear off his head. LD grabs the chain and pulls Chad to the mat, then drags his head off the apron and repeatedly kicks him in the face until Chad’s nose is gushing blood. Zane dives over the top rope onto LD, then wraps the chain around his foot and kicks LD upside the head opening a nasty gash. From inside the ring, Moose loops the chain around Zane’s throat and fall to the mat, pulling the Texan up by his throat. Zane claws at the chain and starts to turn a disturbing red, the blood spurting from his wound. Chad manages to slide under the bottom rope and hammer Moose with punches, releasing Zane to the floor. At this point, the four men are all kinds of tangled in the ropes, and they can barely do anything in the ring. They still manage to brawl for another twenty minutes, somehow getting free, only to get chains tangled again in the ensuing mayhem. The end comes when LD hits a CANADIAN DESTROYER on Chad on the apron, but Chad falls off the apron and pulls an exhausted LD Williams with him. Inside the ring, Zane falls to the mat before Moose can hit a BUISAKU KNEE to the face. As Jack stands, Zane pulls the chain flipping Moose to the mat. Zane wraps the chain around Moose’s legs and arms, effectively hog tying him, but he can’t keep Moose’s shoulders down. Zane grabs Moose and pulls him up and hits one, then two then a THIRD powerbomb, but Moose manages to roll his shoulder. On the outside Chad manages to get to his knees and grab a chair and slide it into the ring, just as Zane DRIVES Moose to the mat with a FOURTH powerbomb! The back of Moose’s head SLAMS into the chair, Zane falls across him covering, and gets the one, two, three with Chad pulling the chain with all his might to keep LD from getting into the ring. WINNERs in 37:39 – Texpress, Texpress leads the best of seven series 2-1 All four men remain down, and the mat and ringside area look like a crime scene. Medics come and remove the chains and help all four barely conscious wrestlers to the back. Has this already gone too far? Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action! Be sure to check out the NOVEMBER PAIN 6 PPV, coming to you Live! Sunday November 24th, 2013 from Climax, North Carolina! And don’t forget to catch next week’s OOWF Mid-Week Mayhem! 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