MidWeek Mayhem (12/17) Live! From Yaren, Nauru

[firewoman]

Dec 10, 2014 21:31:32 GMT -5 @mooseheadjack said:

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Yaren, Nauru
December 17, 2014

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match
Saints of Sinners vs. Crash & Burn

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match
Tytan vs. Spider McNulty

Non-Title Lumberjack Match
Stan Fulton vs. Alexander Darling

Stank & LD Williams vs. Alexis Darling & Rory Albright
Matt Folz vs. Christian Carter
Ghosthead vs. Danny Taylor
Strength in Silence vs. Murphy's Law
Chris Evans vs. Mai Muyo

Card subject to anyone (other than BC) pointing to Nauru on a map

[firewoman]

Dec 11, 2014 12:26:32 GMT -5 firewoman said:

Fade into a hospital where Fire is laying. Because it's a freaking third world site, it's not the most state-of-the-art hospital, and they haven't bothered to change the pillowcase since she came in, so you can see the bloodstain from the back of her head. Moosehead Jack is there, slumped in a chair, when Stank walks in.

S: She awake yet?

MHJ: Anytime now.

S: If I could get my hands on--

MHJ: Stand in line.

S: Okay, okay....how is she?

MHJ: Ten stitches in the back of her head. Concussion. Ribs, too but I think that was from the WWE attack.

S: And then Royalty follows it up. Nice one-two punch.

Firewoman stirs and in typical Fire fashion when waking up in unfamiliar places, she throws a couple of punches to the air, but since Moose and Stank are smart, they stay back.

MHJ: It's okay, Lis...

S: Calm down, you'll pull your stitches.

FW: My what?

MHJ: Here.

Moose plops a tablet in front of her showing the last match of Mayhem. Her face remains stoic, as if she's watching a movie she is not in. Moose is similarly stoic. Stank is furious.

FW: Oh.

S: That's it? That's all you have to say?

FW: Well, Rory hit me with the chair and--

S: And?? Your HUSBAND is the field general in all this. He saw you laying there, bleeding, and he PINNED YOU.

FW: *quietly* I would have done the sa--

S: *loudly* No, no you wouldn't have. You can bluster all you want about Quinn-this and Quinn-that, but I KNOW YOU, woman. I've SEEN who you've become and there's no way you would let blind ambition and strategy set aside taking care of someone you love, for God knows what reason, who was seriously hurt.

Moose and Fire look at each other, and something unspoken passes between them.

S: Quit it with that mystical Irish shit.

MHJ: *quietly, calmly* So....when you pulled me away from the cameras after you got released from the hospital, and we talked about getting rid of WWE. This what you had in mind?

FW: No...that was not part of the....he wasn't supposed to face Brock...I didn't think he'd really....

Fire's voice trails off, then something shifts.

FW: Who do I face next week.

S: No one, you're not cleared.

FW: What?

S: Concussion, Fire. Like your second or third. Harper did a pretty good job on those ribs of yours, they're worse than they have been in a long time, I can tell by your breathing.

FW: But...I was supposed to tag with LD....he's not here....is he mad?

S: No, no no...he's in with Miranda, who is fine, before you leap up to see for yourself. Get back in bed, woman.

Fire indeed started to get up, and then when seeing Stank's stern look, lays back again.

MHJ: *again, quietly and calmly* Fire....it's time.

FW: What?

MHJ: You always look for signs. That...right there...that......kiss, that finish. That was the sign.

Moose and Fire look at each other.

S: What the hell am I missing?

MHJ: It's time, Fire. Time to come home.

They look to each other for what seems like an infinity.

FW: But--

MHJ: No. Come home.

Fire looks down and nods. She takes a moment to compose herself, and then looks up, all business.

FW: Everyone's okay with that?

S: If this means what I think it means, I'm more than alright with it. LD, too.

FW: I can think of ONE person who won't be.

MHJ: Don't worry about her. She'll like what I tell her to.

Moose tosses Fire a t-shirt. She unfolds it and holds it up to reveal a "Saints of Sinners" t-shirt. She smiles a bit.

MHJ: Now, rest up. OOWF needs you and all that shit.

He's smirking when he says it though. Fire smirks back.

S: I both hate and love when you two get on the same page.

MHJ: So does the world.  Our world.

Moose gives Fire an uncharacteristic hug and walks out. Stank smiles at Fire and turns to follow him.

FW: Hey, Lucas?

S: Yeah?

FW: I wonder how many thousands of "Firewoman -- Saints of Sinners" shirts will get sold....

Stank glares at her, in a brotherly-annoyance kind of way, and follows Moose out.

[firewoman]

Dec 11, 2014 22:17:56 GMT -5 Alexander Darling said:

*NXT Takeover R-Evolution*

As the show is about to begin, "THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE" booms over the soundsystem leading into this:


and as the spotlight appears on the stage so does the WWE World Heavyweight Champion, Alexander Darling and the crowd does erupt for this as it's a total surprise to have the fastest rising WWE superstar ever appear on their show. Alex's head bobs to the beat of the music as he slowly walks down the aisle and up into the ring. He walks around the ring looking into the crowd and as the cheers start to die down, he takes his patented perch on a turnbuckle.

Alexander: Hello NXT, I have to say I'm a bit disappointed by you.

The crowd starts to look around wondering what he could mean...

I mean, here you are in the presence of fucking Royalty and none of you are on your knees bowing to me. I am the man who showed up and defeated the beast. I have risen through the ranks of this company faster than any human has ever dared to dream. I am your superior in every single way and none of you show me the damn respect I deserve. So, I'm not even sure I should stay and give you the privilege of my team. Because my time is actually worth something unlike the rest of you.

And that's how easy it is to turn a crowd against you...

Now that's more like it. You need to remember exactly who I am. I am not your friend. I do not like you. And I sure as fuck ain't your hero. I played that role once and it only took me so far. Here I am back where I belong and I'm about to achieve something no one else has ever thought possible. I'm already the champ of this company and when the time comes, I will grab the OOWF World Heavyweight Titlee to go along with it and I will be a member of the group that owns the wrestling world. I am Royalty and wrestling will be our kingdom. WWE, OOWF, LBCW...anywhere and everywhere we are and go, we will be the spotlight. We will be who everyone loves to hate. We will dominate wrestling in a way that has never been done before. And no one will be able to stop us.

Which brings us to storytime and the true hero of this story. The OOWF's very own Moosehead Jack. See, he'll never admit it but he feels as if he's always been the true king of the OOWF. It's a place that's always accepted his mediocrity because they're a glorified garbage company. Talent, ability, and athleticism has always been secondary to the OOWF because if you can make someone bleed, you'll be their god. And Moose, well he always played the bad guy but deep down both he and the fans needed each other and they thrived on that unspoken knowledge. But before we get to the OOWF, let's go back even further than that. Jack talked about how the one thing I've always wanted was to end him and how I can't beat him, but Moose really does like to rewrite history to suit his story and make himself the hero of our story. Let's go back to the start...when Moosehead Jack knew who I was but I had no clue who he was because he hid behind a mask. I show up in Japan and as soon as I show up, before ever even meeting him, he already hates me because I come from power and wealth. True, it was power & wealth that I had been disowned from, but lets not let the facts get in the way of Moose's fairytale. So, I show up and his ally, his friend Poe takes me under his wing and it burns him up...not that I have any idea why since again, like I said...I didn't fucking know Moosehead Jack or Ketsueki Seishin from a fucking hole in the wall. But he sees me and hates me and he BEGS Poe not to deal with me, but Poe saw something in me and he gave me direction. It may not have been ideal or orthodox, but it worked to make me the man I am today. And yet, if Moose had his way, I wouldn't be here because he wanted to end my life, my career even back then and when he wasn't allowed to, Moose tucked tail and ran to the states because god forbid he stand up to the men he knows are his betters...but we'll get to more of that in a little while. So, Moose through his arrogance and ignorance hated me but couldn't do anything about it so he found a company where his bloodlust would be satiated.

He found the OOWF and he'll claim to be the villain of that story but we all know the truth...whether it was Concrete or Davin or even myself, the truth was he was the defender of the OOWF's aura. He was their totem and he was their idol whether they all want to admit it or not. Because here's another fact he'll never admit, time after time Jack has had the opportunity to truly end the OOWF as it is and every single time he made the decisions that led to its ultimate survival. After leaving Japan, I get the offer to join the OOWF and before I ever walked through the door, the rumors had already started that their violent psychopath, Moosehead Jack had already set his sights on ending the young newcomer. And once again, beyond name recognition I had no fucking clue who Moosehead Jack was but he sure as fuck knew me. He's known me since I was the green rookie in Japan who had more talent in my picky finger than he could ever have on even his best day and he knew who I was when I showed up in the OOWF and when I aligned with his sister who I'd known since my first day in this business, he once again hid who he was. When the original OOWF war started, he could have aligned with his sister and I and we could have destroyed the OOWF, but he made sure to paint me as the enemy and at the end of the day the OOWF won the war. And when Run DEA started to run the company, Moosehead Jack hid and didn't dare oppose us lest his true identity as the OOWF hero be known.

So, Run DEA falls apart as it is because of course, my lovely wife is hiding things from me...like the fact that her brother is the man who has made my life a living hell for almost a decade, but bygones and all. I fall to pieces as Run DEA dies and wind up back in the clutches of Poe but as that happens the Five decides it's time to take over the OOWF but once again, they make sure I'm on the other side. Poe forces me to make a choice between him and my sister...a choice he knows isn't really a choice at all for me. And Poe's a smart man so I have to wonder who is in his ear. Who is the one man who has been threatened by me since the day he met me...so the Five make my life a living hell for damn near a year but once again when they have the chance to take over the company and truly rebuild it in in a new way, it's Moosehead Jack placing his sister against Poe knowing their history and then the Five self-destruct. So once again, Moosehead Jack is in position to do what he says is his goal and burn the OOWF to the ground and yet it's his decisions that save the company. At every twist and turn there is but one Moosehead Jack there standing tall. The true hero of the OOWF.

Through the darkest days in the company and through its brightest days, he's the totem they hold strong. And now Moosehead Jack talks about how he's ruined me...how he destroyed me at Blood Pond, newsflash Jackie...I'm better than ever right now. You've ruined nothing. You've come close to nothing. The only man who's ever come close to ruining me isn't Moosehead Jack, it isn't Poe, it isn't Brock Lesnar, and even though I thought it for a while, it isn't Ghosthead...the only man who's come close to ruining me is me. When I doubted myself and thought my best days were behind me, that's the only time I've come close to ruination. But I was shown the light by Christian Carter and Alexis and then Eric O'Mac gave that light a purpose. And that purpose is to expand our kingdom. Moosehead Jack, here's the truth, you've been trying to end my career, my life for over a decade now and you've never come close. You call me a failure, well look in a fucking mirror buddy. You're the failure, just like the fans that worship you behind the cover of darkness in their basements. You're a hero, but you're a bad one. You're a hero for a bunch of losers. I am the King of the Motherfucking Wrestling World. You say you're not doing this for anyone in the OOWF locker room and you're not doing it for the fans, well...I think we both know that's a bunch of bullshit.

You're doing it because deep down, you need the OOWF and the OOWF needs you. So reform the Five, merge it with the Saints, get Trinity to go with it and you can be the good guys in this story with you and your delusional sister and my wife leading the charge. Be the hero. Be the white hats. It really does suit you. Because while you're busy being the hero, I'll be busy being the best and taking over and defeating your boy Fulton. And Stan, I don't want your career, it's not worth a damn thing to me. What's gonna happen is I'm going to beat you at New Year's Evil, I'm going to take another step towards immortality, and you and the rest of em are going to have to watch me. Because you can all mock the WWE title if it makes you feel better, but when I win the OOWF World Heavyweight Title for the 4th time, I guarandamntee, none of you will say another fucking word. Not Moosehead Jack and his revisionist history. Not Stank or LD Williams, the so-called legends whose ring I've been destined to own, not Danny Taylor or Miranda Williams or Shane Tuska or anyone else I've given the chance to rise above the OOWF and take their place in the new generation and definitely not my wife who just doesn't get it. I'm Alexander Darling, I'm a king. I'm Royalty, and well, you're just nothing. None of you are worth a damn. Now bow before your kings and queens...bow before Royalty.

*Fade*

[firewoman]

Dec 12, 2014 9:01:48 GMT -5 @mooseheadjack said:

<Moose is walking through the arena when SFJ13 catches up with him>

SFJ13: Moose did you……

MHJ: I saw it. I swear to Christ, I must have hit him in the head too many times with a chair.

SFJ13: His comments were pretty strong….

MHJ: His comments were full of shit.

SFJ13: For example?

MHJ: Where do I start? Ok, let’s start from the beginning. Yeah, I was under a mask in Japan. And yes, I was one of Poe’s disciples. And yes, I knew who Alex was, and yes, I fucking hated that smug little fucker from day one. I told Poe to stay away from him because I could see he was an ungrateful little entitled fuck who thought the world owed him something. Poe didn’t listen to me, and what happened? Darling and his equally ungrateful and worthless sister turned on him and shattered his ankle.

So, Alex likes to think that I tucked tail and ran to the OOWF. Typical Darling. I had an opportunity and I took it. The OOWF was brand new, Eco wanted me, so I went. Despite what Darling thinks, the world does not revolve around him. Me leaving Japan had fuck all to do with him. I didn’t like the smug little prick, I warned Poe not to train him, Poe didn’t listen, so I was not going to sit around and watch it blow up in Poe’s face, so I went to greener pastures.

Now, the funny thing about those greener pastures, or, as fuckstick the mighty likes to call it a glorified garbage company, is that it attracted more talent than any other company in the world. More than WWE, more than TNA, more than ROH, more than Japan, Mexico, Canada, ANYWHERE, in fact…… wait……even the mighty Alexander Darling found his way there. Well, imagine that! Little Alex lowered himself to working for a glorified garbage company! How about that! And as far as your Run DEA bullshit, Alex, do you know why no group you ever take on lasts? Do you know why DEA failed, why your ridiculous little group to oppose Davin failed? Why Royalty is destined to fail? Because you are an ignorant cunt, that’s why. No one but your equally ignorant sister can tolerate being around you. So you fail. Again and again and again. Of course, you will blame others, but Little Alex, it’s all on you, you are the common denominator.

So here we are, once again. You can run your mouth and say I didn’t ruin you, but we all know that is a fucking lie. The spotlight was on you. We were back in Japan, where you cut your teeth. Where you turned against your master for your moment of glory. Hell, the fans hated you then, but by the time we faced one another, they loved you. You were the conquering hero. You were the savior. You were the one that was going to FINALLY rid the world of Moosehead Jack. It was all right there for you to take…….and you failed.

You can say I am beneath you, but that is a fucking lie. You said it yourself, you have this delusion that I am the totem for the OOWF. I am the man the people associate with the OOWF. I think you are full of shit and that mantle goes to Stank or LD, but fuck, let’s say it IS me. That kills you Darling. You will never admit it, but that KILLS you. You want so fucking badly to be known, you want so fucking badly to be THAT guy. You want so fucking badly to have your legacy etched in stone that you will do anything to get it. And just like everything else, you will fucking fail.

You bring up the WWE title, yeah Alex, you are on top of the world! Congratulations, you won a fucking title that a talentless hack like John Cena has held thirty seven times. You are so full of yourself, you are so fucking arrogant, that you think the WWE is a step up. Face it Darling, you can’t hack it here anymore. Do you know what the WWE is? The WWE is a payday. Plain and simple. It is a fucking payday for guys who can no longer hack being wrestlers. You are a trained chimp in Vince McMahon’s Sports Entertainment Circus. In my eyes, hell in EVERYONE’S eyes here in the OOWF, that WWE title is a step below the DDT title. It means NOTHING. It doesn’t fucking impress us, it doesn’t fucking leave us in awe, it is a joke, and you Darling, are a fucking clown.

You want to try and make me the hero of the story? Be my fucking guest Darling. Everyone with an ounce of sense knows its bullshit. You want to be the villain? Be the fucking villain. I don’t give a shit. I don’t give a shit what the fans think. I run the OOWF. Me, Stank and LD. You want legacies? Right fucking there Darling. The three of us, the Mount Goddamn Rushmore of professional wrestling, and that fucking KILLS you. Just say it Alex, just come clean and say what this is all about………jealousy. You crave the attention we get. You want it so fucking bad you ran to Vince. But that’s not going to cut it Alex. No amount of Vince’s money, or Vince’s influence, or Vince’s insane fucking ramblings is going to put you where we already are.

There is a reason, a fucking GOOD reason that anytime LD, Stank, Fire and I get together that there are whispers of a Five reunion. We were the fucking BEST and we DOMINATED the OOWF like no other group before, or since, has. Not DEA, not the New Guard and sure as FUCK not Royalty. You can get together with Davin and those clowns in Texpress, and no one gives a shit. No one wonders if DEA is coming back. No one cares. And why? Because you didn’t fucking matter. The Five mattered. Stank, LD Williams, Moosehead Jack, Firewoman and Poe. We mattered. We made our mark and went out on our OWN terms. We didn’t crash and burn like DEA. All because you are an insufferable prick.

So there you go Alex. The other side of your little history lesson. It all boils down to this: you may not have known who the fuck I was in Japan, but that all sure as FUCK changed on July 9, 2008. You had just won the Intercontinental title from Donovan Viper ten days earlier, and I fucking took it from you. I took it from you because I could, because I am better than you Darling. Since that day, you have done all you can to carve your face into that Mount Rushmore of Wrestling, and since that day, you have failed. No matter how many titles, no matter how many victories, no matter how many accolades, you will NEVER be what I am.

A goddamn legend

<with that, Moose walks out of the arena into the night>

[firewoman]

Dec 12, 2014 12:18:05 GMT -5 wyattcox said:

(Firewoman is in the hospital cafeteria waiting behind some stupid production assistant getting an order for someone semi-important when she hears someone behind her.)

Voice: FIRE!

(Fire spins around to see Chloe. Fire assumes a defensive stance as does Chloe.)

Chloe: So you sucked your brother into the Royalty fight and now you've finally weaseled your way into the Saints.

Fire: Get to your point.

Chloe: (Standing up and extending a hand) Welcome home.

(Fire stands there just looking at Chloe like she's nuts)

Chloe: (Dropping her hand) Yeah, we've had words, hell, we damn near killed each other. But we both proved a lot in that series. I proved that I can hang with you, and you proved that you're still deserving of the name.

Fire: One, I tricked you.

Chloe: You tricked lots of people. But in that cage, it was wonderful.

Fire: But I beat you.

Chloe: (Giddy) I KNOW! And it was so much fun! (Grabs a chair and sits down backwards. Chloe gestures for Fire to do likewise.)

Fire: I'm not doing this without coffee.

(Chloe reaches for a bag and pulls out a Cinnamon Raisin English Muffin and a cup of whatever froo froo coffee Fire's drinking these days. Fire eyes it cautiously.)

Fire: Poison. You poisoned these.

Chloe: Jack would kill me, you know that. Sit down, eat, drink.

(Fire sits down and sips the coffee and takes a bite of the muffin.)

Fire: Why? Why do this?

Chloe: I'm not stupid. I've known for a long time that Jack and Mr Mann and Mr Williams, hell, even Stan, want you in the Saints. I knew this was inevitable. I just hoped...well, I hoped it would be different.

Fire: You hate me.

Chloe: Remember that fine line between love and hate? Hell, she loved you. She was so infatuated with you at one time she would have done anything to be with you.

Fire: She?

Chloe: Clio.

Fire: So you are...

Chloe: I know you're so wrapped up in that stuff. Me, I don't care anymore. Your brother makes me happy. He respects me and makes me want to get better at this. I'm still learning. (Chloe slides her chair closer to Fire and puts her hand on Fire's hand.) And with you in the Saints, I know I can learn a lot more.

Fire: (Slides her hand away uncomfortably.) Thank you for this. It was...

Chloe: Unexpected.

Fire: Definitely.

Chloe: (Standing up)Oh, just so you know, you do anything to mess this up with the Saints? The result will make your Blood Pond match with Jack look like a walk in the park.

Fire: Cute, making threats.

Chloe: Not a threat, a promise. Four on one isn't good odds.

Fire: I guess we'll see.

Chloe: I hope not. I really wanna see what you can teach me. See you later, sis.

(Chloe skips away and Fire considers what was said as the camera fades)

[firewoman]

Dec 12, 2014 18:20:59 GMT -5 firewoman said:

OOC: I need for Fire to stay at the hospital for a bit, so switching catering to 'hospital cafeteria'.

Fire watches Chloe walk away, trying to process everything that just happened.

FW: Cli....I mean, Chloe, wait.

Chloe comes back, and Fire gestures to have a seat.

FW: If we are to do this...peaceful coexistence thing...there are things you need to know. Rules to follow.

C: Uh-huh...is this where you pull your diva card?

FW: *deep breathing so as not to get mad* Not exactly. I guess you could call it that, but with my history...actually OUR histories....you'll recognize the need for some of these.

C: Our histories are nothing alike.

FW: No, that's true you weren't beaten by your father and whored out by your mother in exchange for drugs, were you?

C: *glare*

FW: If you pay attention, you'll notice, that Stank and LD follow these rules, too.  Moose, most of the time.  Even Alex.... If you agree to these things then...this can work.

C: Rule one, Firewoman lies, everyone knows--

She is stopped with a glare from Fire.

C: I'm listening.

FW: First. Never... and I mean NEVER...touch me again. Despite the differences in our past traumas, you'll know why that's important, yes?

Chloe nods.

FW: Second. We are not friends. We are not sisters. We are nothing. Co-workers, maybe. You are a means to an end, because you hold half of the tag team championships, and I need all champions to work together on this.

C: How is that a rule?

FW: The rule is you understand that. It took a hell of a long time for me to trust Stank and LD....you don't get to jump into that just because you brought me a latte.

C: *sigh of annoyance*

FW: Third...no surprises, no loud noises, don't wake me up--

C: Right, right, I recognize all that....I can be the same--

FW: Last...do NOT ever come between me and my brother. Ever. I can't stress this enough.

C: Why, Fire, I would never DREAAAAAAAAAAAAM of--

FW: Save it. Look. This alliance with me and Saints of Sinners is temporary--

C: Suuuuuure, it is--

FW: It is. I don't do well in stables.

C: I'll say--

FW: Having said that, and I want you to really listen, Chloe. Are you listening?

C: Yes.......

FW: Don't trust me. Ever. I will lie to you and I will use you to get what I want. You're absolutely right about that. One thing I'm not lying about? You ever threaten me again, or "promise," whatever....I will completely forget about my concussion, my ribs, this little truce, or anything else. You don't scare me. You never have. Whether I scare you or not, doesn't matter to me in the least. Whether you accept that you are only here, and I mean IN OOWF, not just in Saints of Sinners, because I allow it doesn't matter to me either. It's the truth, whether you choose to believe it or not, but I don't care if you don't. A bit of friendly advice though, which can likewise take or leave, I don't care. If it ever comes down to it, it may very well be a 4 on 1...but don't ever take for granted which side of that you are on.

Chloe and Fire commence with a staredown as the words linger in the air for a bit. The tension is thick, before Chloe smiles confidently.

C: Got it, si...I mean Fire.

FW: Fantastic. I think....this can work...now, if you'll excuse me...

Across the cafeteria, John Ross Ewing and Lucky are looking around. John Ross has flowers. Fire gingerly gets up. Chloe starts to help, but with a look, she remembers. Fire walks up to meet her visitors, as Lucky looks askance at Chloe. John Ross gives her a kiss and they head back to her room.

[firewoman]

Dec 12, 2014 21:09:57 GMT -5 wld said:

**Stank and L.D. Williams are sitting at a mostly empty bar, being served by a bartender with a mild case of OCD, based on the number of clean glasses on the bar.**

LDW: "Seriously, between the Saints,my daughter, and the anti-WWE guys, I'm running out of people I can beat the crap out of with a clear conscience. I mean, there's Alex, but that line just gets longer."

S: "There's two things you're missing."

LDW: "Do tell."

S: "One, Alex is irrelevant. He likes wave his arms and shout a lot, but the real threat is the jackass he works for. While everybody is getting in line to kick Alex's ass, his sports entertainer buddies will be sneaking in the back door to take us down.

Two, Fuck your conscience."

LDW: "I'd rather not."

S: "The enemy of my enemy is still my fucking enemy, Billy-Dee. It just means I have two."

LDW: "So what do you suggest, Socrates?"

S: "Look, here's you and me."

**Stank takes two empty shot glasses from the group on the bar and sets them in front of L.D. L.D. reaches over and exchanges one of the glasses for a beer mug.**

LDW: "Okay."

S: "...you're an asshole."

LDW: "Agreed."

S: "Anyway, that's us. This <takes four more glases and sets them near the first two> is The Saints,and this <sets an additional glass near the four> is Miranda."

LDW: "Yep."

S: "That <points to the rest of the glasses> is the rest of the world."

LDW: "Still following."

S: "This group here is what matters. Everybody outside of that is the same. OOWF, WWE, Royalty, doesn't matter. If they get in the ring with us, they regret it."

LDW: "I can do that. But-" <slides another glass across the bar.>

S: "Jared?"

LDW: "If we're going to war, best not to have any doubts."

<fade>

[firewoman]

Dec 14, 2014 7:47:13 GMT -5 @dkmurphy said:

*Danny Taylor and the Murphys are sitting in a booth in the Destroyitarium*

Dee: OK, so Eco caught us by surprise. This week we'll be ready.

*DDT and DK nod but Danny seems concerned by how Daniella spoke*

DK: Right, we'll be watching out for his tricks.

Dee: More than that, bro.

*She reaches into a pocket and pulls out two brass knuckles, setting one in front of her and one in front of DK. Danny looks alarmed*

DK: We can't use those in a match!

Dee: Nor would I want to against Strength in Silence. They are honorable opponents, and also a clean win over them will move us up the tag team rankings.

*Danny points at the brass knuckles and looks puzzled*

Dee: I promise you, we won't use them in our match. Now, isn't it your turn to get a round?

*Danny smiles and heads to the bar*

DK: Alright, what are you up to?

Dee: Me? Up to something?

DK: When are you ever not up to something?

Dee: It so happens Wally got us front row tickets for Mayhem.

DK: Why do we need tickets? Have you forgotten that we get free? You know, because we are wrestlers?

Dee: True, but with these tickets we can be at ringside for Danny's match.

*Danny returns, carrying three pints of Guinness. His and DK's have a shamrock shape carved out of the foam, but the censors blur the image on Daniella's pint. She turns to look at the bar, where Spenser and Ashley are laughing*

[firewoman]

Dec 14, 2014 22:26:03 GMT -5 firewoman said:

Firewoman is sitting, dressed, on the edge of her hospital bed, being very impatient. John Ross is waiting there with her.

JRE: Are you sure you are good to go?

FW: Positive...where the hell is Lucky.

Lucky comes in.

FW: It's about time. Can we--

L: They are on their way with the discharge instructions. I told them not to bother because you'd just ignore them anyway, but--

JRE: I don't think this is a good idea.

FW: Your opinion doesn't count. Lucky?

L: I'll go see if I can hurry them up.

Lucky leaves.

FW: Sorry, I Just want to get out of here. I'm just...have you been watching OOWF? WWE?

JRE: There's a TLC pay-per-view tonight, I'll watch it later. Alex is facing--

FW: I don't care. You know what you HAVEN'T seen?

JRE: ....no.

FW: I took a beatdown from WWE hacks before Mayhem, and then another one from Royalty, the newest WWE hacks, after Mayhem. Has ANYONE retaliated? Given them a receipt? Said a word? I put my ass on the line, stuck my neck out...and nothing. Nothing.

JRE: Well, it's not like we aren't halfway around the world.

FW: Alex is zipping back and forth all the time.

JRE: What do you want me to do?

FW: Nothing...I'm just...Stir crazy, I need to get out of here.

JRE: Any second now. We'll get on the jet and...I can probably think of something to help.

He smiles with upraised eyebrow. Fire smiles back.

FW: How's it going on the business side. With the board.

JRE: Well......Dammit, I wish I could lie to you but....not good. Eric is one smart cookie, and Juni and I are doing everything we can but.....

Fire's smile fades and she looks sadly out the window for a minute.

FW: We're going to lose, aren't we.

JRE: ....I don't know.

Fire seems to shake it off and goes back to her original state. Lucky comes in with papers.

FW: FINALLY!

L: No, these are some other things.

JRE: *hopefully* Divorce papers?

FW: Like I need those.

L: And you're not getting them either.

JRE: Wait, why do you get a say in this?

FW: Because Lucky is family.

JRE: Wait, what? You're....Irish.

FW: Irish-American, yes.

JRE: And you're...what, Mexican?

L: Yes, Mr. Ewing, every Latino is Mexican.

JRE: But--

FW: There's family, and then there's family.

John Ross processes this.

FW: Is that about the offer?

L: Yeah, they are interested in--

Fire cuts him off with a look.

JRE: What offer?

FW: Never mind.

JRE: What aren't you telling me.

FW: Always have a plan B through Z. There's more than one independent promotion out there. Just in case.

JRE: So I don't get to know but Lucky does.

FW: He's my manager. And you're my--

L: Friend.

FW: Right.

Lucky seems satisfied but there's an undercurrent of animosity. John Ross looks confused for a minute. and then as realization MIGHT be dawning, a person walks in.

L: Ah, here they are...you're free to go, Fire.

FW: FINALLY!!

She practically LEAPS off the cot and then grabs her side, as she twisted slightly wrongly. John Ross is right there for the assist, which earns a scowl from Lucky.

JRE: Yeah, you're totally fine...

FW: Oh shut it, I'm not on the card this week.

JRE: Why do I think that means nothing. I swear, Fire... *he pulls her close* Let me set up that wrestling school in Dallas. I really don't like watching you risk your life day in, day out. Seeing you lay there unconscious.....

FW: Let's...file that under Plan W, okay? *She gives him a quick kiss.* Let's get on that plane. I believe you had some rehab ideas?

Fire grins and John Ross seems to forget everything else, and they walk out. Lucky follows, annoyed.

[firewoman]

Dec 15, 2014 0:05:34 GMT -5 wyattcox said:

(Chloe is all smiles watching the replay of the Chiefs' 31-13 pounding of the Raiders when there's a smack on the back of her head. She leapes and snarls until she realizes it's Moosehead Jack and she falls to her knees.)

Moose: Get up.

Chloe: But Jack, what did I...

Moose: Look, I know you meant well, but you didn't have to threaten her.

Chloe: But Moose, it seemed like the right...

Moose: If ANYONE needs to remind her of the consequences of her actions, it will be me, understood?

Chloe: But you said I was....

Moose: The Martyr, the Enforcer. When someone crosses the Saints, you take care of them.

Chloe: (Smiling as she stands) And happily. You know how much I enjoy that.

Moose: So just do what I tell you to do and no freelancing.

Chloe: But I thought that is what you'd want me to do?

Moose: The olive branch, true. But threatening her...

Chloe: But you said...

Moose: That's for us to decide as a group. When the time is right. Got it?

Chloe: (Bowing her head) Yes, Jack. But what she said about getting between you and her...

Moose: Lisa and I are blood. You and I are something different.

Chloe: How different?

Moose: You are like Stank, like LD, like Stan. You are family by choice. And you are special to me. You will be my legacy. The next generation of destruction.

Chloe: (Smiling and looking up) Thank you, Jack. I've learned so much.

Moose: And you have more to learn. Just don't look for Fire to help you. She won't.

Chloe: But she knows...

Moose: Rule number one. She lies. She lied to me, to Stank and LD. We're supposed to be her family. And she lied to us. She'll lie to you too...even more so to you.

Chloe: But Jack...

Moose: No, Chloe. Don't trust her. Ever.

Chloe: Yes, Jack.

Moose: And for that...other stuff...stay away from her on that, too.

Chloe: (pouting) Yes, Jack...

Moose: NO, listen to me... (Moose takes Chloe by the chin and locks eyes with her...slowly the emotion leaves her face) Lisa has one agenda. Hers. And you're not a part of that. Our agenda is different. We have two items on top.

Chloe: What is that, Jack?

Moose: First, keeping these Tag Team Titles for a very long time.

Chloe: And the second?

Moose: Your Christmas present. The one we talked about.

Chloe: My present? Really, Jack?

Moose: It may be a little late, but I promise you, you'll get it. It won't be gift wrapped, but there will be lots of colors...

Chloe: Mostly red?

Moose: Yes, Chloe. Lots and lots of red. Trust me.

Chloe: I do, Jack. Until my dying breath, I do.

(Moose releases Chloe's chin and smiles. Chloe hugs Moose and he returns the hug as the scene fades)

[firewoman]

Dec 15, 2014 9:00:37 GMT -5 @madjack said:

(OOC: Damn it Fire… I was finishing this up this morning, and hadn't posted. Now I look like a goob…)


Wilder and Miranda are walking down the hall of the hospital, Miranda is on crutches…

TW: So, the wheel is OK?

MW: Yeah, tweaked and bruised up a lot. But c'mon – I don't need crutches!

TW: Hey, the medicos were not letting you out unless you took them. Once we get to the cab…

MW: (Grins) Toss 'em!

TW: Easy-peasy partner. We'll take it easy this afternoon, go tour the 'burgh. Doubt they even got a decent empty pool to ride, let alone a skate park.

MW: Para-sail? Surf?

TW: Hoping for something a little more…. Action oriented myself.

MW: You know, I think I saw some guys on wind-boards earlier.

TW: There you …. Heeeey… look. (Points)

(Gator Slater are walking down the hall, pipes in hand…)

Heath: You sure Firewoman's room is this way?

Titus: Yeah. That's what the nurse said.

HS: You know, that crazy-ass Moosehead Jack might be in there.

TO: Man up! We get a bounty taking Firewoman out, and I bet a bonus if we take out her brother.

HS: Yeah. Big payday! And they'll never see us coming. Let's go get that cash…

(Crash and Burn walk up behind them….)

TW: Seriously dude? There are easier ways to donate blood…

MW: Or internal organs…

TW: Lot less pain involved, too.

(Slater and O'Neil charge – Wilder sprints toward them and slides under a swung pipe, Miranda blocks a pipe shot with her crutch and then jabs O'Neil in the gator nest. She blasts Titus to the floor with a crutch shot, Wilder spins Slater around for an STO. Crash and Burn nod at each other… CANADIAN DESTROYER for O'Neil! GRAVITY KILLER on Slater!)

Lucky and Fire leave the hospital room, to find Slater Gator strapped to a gurney with a bouquet of flowers and a note -

These guys owe you a bounty. Glad you are OK!
See you at Mayhem -
Crash and Burn…


Wilder and Miranda walk toward the cab -

TW: See? I told you to hang onto the crutch until you got outside…


FADE.

[firewoman]

Dec 15, 2014 11:41:59 GMT -5 @sportsguy0722 said:

We see Matt, Jaime and Mai walking down a hallway.

JF: So let me get this straight, you hate Christmas music right?

MM: I don't hate Christmas music, Christmas music is awesome!

MF: She's talking to me Mai. And yes dear, I believe I've made that fairly clear over the years.

JF: And yet your ex girlfriend releases a Christmas album and you can't put it into your Ipod fast enough.

MF: Let me clear a few things up for you. First, Hayden was never my girlfriend. She worked for me, that's all. Second, it's not her album. It's a cast album from a show that I'm admittedly probably the only person in the world still watching but I still love. And my most important point: If I had a choice between her and you, I choose you every day of the week and twice on Sunday. So relax, ok?

JF: Ok.

MM: What do you have against Christmas music?

JF: Trust me, you don't want to get him started.

The trio continue to walk down the hallway.

MF: uh, Mai? We passed your room already, where are you going?

MM: Oh, Jaime's going to lend me a book.

They approach Matt and Jaime's suite and hear noise coming from inside.

MF: The hell?

JF: Did you leave the TV on again?

MF: Don't think so.

They open the door, walk into their suite and see friends and family jump out smiling, saying "SURPRISE, HAPPY LATE ANNIVERSARY!!!"

Matt and Jaime smile and then turn and look at a beaming Mai.

MM: I hope you two don't mind, I got into your phones and took down their contact information. I decided to throw this for you since Matt forgot to write this promo a few weeks ago. (Sees Kayfabe glaring at her) I mean, uh, since you two were too busy to throw this on your anniversary. You aren't mad are you?

JF (Hugging Mai): Of course not, this is very sweet of you Mai.

MF: And also very sneaky. (Smiling) Sometimes it's easy to forget that you're a Muyo. So who all did you invite?

MM: As many of your friends and family as I could get a hold of, and everyone in our alliance. I also invited Chad, Zane and Bridgette but I'm still not sure if they could make it or not.

Matt and Jaime split up and go talk to their friends and families. Matt's talking with a group of buddies from Green Bay when he spots Firewoman leaning quietly against a wall.

MF: Would you all excuse me for a minute.

Matt walks over.

MF: I feel like I should remind you that this is a non smoking suite.

FW (Grumbling): I know.

MF: How you feeling?

FW: Better, I guess. Look, about me joining the Saints...

MF: You don't owe me an explanation. You do what you have to do, hell go ahead and drag Poe out of retirement again and make it a real party. At the same time, I feel obligated to tell you two things. The first is that I agreed to get into this alliance to protect this company and it's CHAMPIONSHIPS, I don't actually give a shit about the Champions themselves. That's an important distinction that you all better damn well remember if you decide to turn on me. 6 on 1? Yeah, you'll probably hurt me, but I'll damn sure take some of you out with me.

FW: Noted, and the second thing?

MF: See that woman right there? (Nodding towards Jaime) She is by far the most important thing in the world to me. Now if Moose and Chloe even accidentally get close enough to breathe on her, I'm going to hold you personally responsible. And there will be hell to pay, understand?

FW: I understand.

MF: Good, enjoy the party.

Matt walks away as we..... FADE.

OOC: Anyone is free to follow up with promos at the party if you want

[firewoman]

Dec 15, 2014 21:40:09 GMT -5 firewoman said:

Firewoman is leaning against the wall still, NOT smoking. She appears to be halfheartedly looking for someone. Miranda walks up.

MW: Hey Fire. *noticing Fire looking around* I'm sorry. I don't think he's here. And I don't think he WOULD be here.

FW: I don't know what you're talking about.

MW: Uh huh. Did you like the flowers?

FW: What flowers?

MW: Tommy and I left flowers for you.

FW: Oh, I guess I missed them.

MW: What's wrong.

FW: I just...people threatening me every time I turn around...no one having my back.... maybe this isn't going to work and I should just cut my losses and--

MW: What do you mean no one having your back. I asked if you got the flowers.

FW: No, Miranda, I did not.  What does that have to do with it?

MW: *sigh* Fine...here.

Miranda whips out her phone and plays the scene at the hospital for Fire, whos smiles as it progresses.

FW: Wow...I walked right by....must have been the pain pills. I'm ...I owe...HEY TOMMY! OVER HERE!

Tommy Wilder comes over.

TW: Firebabe! Lookin' good. Hey, how'd you like the flow--

MW: She didn't see them.

TW: How do you miss that?

FW: My ribs and my tolerance require some pretty heavy duty pain management. I just want to say...I'm sorry.

TW: For?

FW: For not seeing it, for not knowing...for thinking that y'all didn't have my back. Clearly you did and do, so thank you.

TW: Aw, wasn't nothing. It was fun in fact.

MW: Yeah!

FW: Miranda....what did I tell you?

Fire looks stern and angry. Miranda starts to kind of waver.

MW: Um.....I don't know? You tell me lots of things.

FW: I TOLD you not to get involved.

MW: But--

FW: I appreciate it, but--

TW:  So a minute ago you were sad no one was involved.  Now you're yelling at Miranda FOR getting involved?

MW: Wait. You know...when we saw those guys looking for your room, I did think. I thought to myself, "WWFD?"

FW: Huh?

MW: "What Would Fire Do?" You're my trainer, and my mentor and I look up to you. So...what would YOU do for YOUR trainer and YOUR mentor. Would you let him get beaten up while lying in a hospital bed? No, you would not. You would ignore what he told you and go for it, damn the consequences. So that's what I did.

FW: ........oh. Well, in that case--

MW: AND....*Miranda seems to be on a roll*....I don't appreciate being left out of your little Champions' round-table. I have a belt right now too, ya know. I deserve...no...I DEMAND a seat at that table.

Firewoman looks at Miranda, and then at Tommy, who appears to want to be elsewhere.

FW: Well. Then....

Fire extends her hand.

FW: Welcome aboard, champ.

Miranda takes her hand and they shake.

FW: Don't do anything to make your dad mad at me.

MW: No promises.

FW: Great.....

MW: C'mon, get a drink.

FW: Eh...no mixing with the percocet. I think I'm just gonna go back to my suite.

MW: Okay, see you later

Tommy and Miranda head to the bar as Fire heads for the door.

[firewoman]

Dec 16, 2014 4:35:01 GMT -5 wyattcox said:

(The party continues as Firewoman approaches the door she hears someone call out to her. She turns and sees Power walking erratically toward her. She shakes her head.)

Fire: First your sister and now you? What happened? I remember you were never such a lightweight.

Power: (Wobbly and slurring her words badly) You're one to talk about bein' a lightweight. I'm half a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier, all muscle, and you, all your muscle is in your head.

Fire: You and your sister have a death wish?

Power: No, no, no, listen to me. You get mad at me when Carter and his gang try to take you out and I try to help.

Fire: You speared me!

Power: She moved. Now you're all butt hurt because no one has poor little Fire's back. Well I tried, after that, why would I want to help.

Fire: Don't you care about the OOWF?

Power: More than you know. But lining up behind you? Not happening. Firewoman lies. You and my sister just discussed that in your Kumbayah meeting, Saint!

(Power tries to take a step forward toward Fire but stumbles and falls to one knee. Fire just shakes her head as she turns to leave. Power gets to her feet and tries to catch up to Fire, but the door Fire exits through swings shut and catches Power awkwardly. She falls and hits her face on a table. A trickle of blood comes from her nose and there appears to be a small mark under her eye from the contact. The Murphys run over to help Power up.)

DK: You OK? That's not a good idea.

Power: She needed to hear the...hey, I thought there were just two of you.

Dee: We need to get her to medical.

Power: Oh no you don't. You're not gonna get me alone and try to beat me up. SHANE! SPIDER!

(Power starts drunkenly swinging and goes falling down again. Tuska and Spider McNulty come running over.)

Tuska: Here she is.

Dee: She's totally out of it.

Spider: Did you two...

DK: She did it all herself arguing with Fire. We just helped her up.

Tuska: I was afraid of this.

DK: How much has she had to drink?

Spider: Apparently way too much. We'll take it from here. Thanks.

Dee: No problem. Tuska, tomorrow night.

(Dee holds out a fist and Tuska reluctantly bumps with Dee and then with DK as they take Power out of the room and toward their suite. We here Power softly mumbling “They pay” over and over as the scene fades”

[firewoman]

Dec 16, 2014 5:44:03 GMT -5 firewoman said:

OOC: When exaxtly was Fire mad at Power for interference. I seem to recall that she appreciated it.

Dec 16, 2014 11:44:19 GMT -5 wyattcox said:

OOC: Not hardly. Power got pedigreed by Fire for her trouble...

Dec 16, 2014 12:21:42 GMT -5 firewoman said:

OOC: That was months ago. Power should be over that by now. I was referring to her most recent interference.

[firewoman]

Dec 17, 2014 7:47:59 GMT -5 wyattcox said:

(OOC: Maybe this will clear that up. Remember that Power is more like her father, and you remember that level of petulance and refusing to let go....)

(It's early morning in the Strength in Silence Suite. Tuska is dressed for a workout but is at the bar preparing something. He's reading off a recipe and there appear to be a lot of ingredients. As he mixes them he shakes his head and heads off to the bedroom. He flicks on the light and that elicits a yelp of pain from Power, in the bed still dressed in what she wore to the Folz's party. She grabs a pillow and puts it over her face. A frustrated Tuska grabs the pillow.)

Power: Hey!

Tuska: Sit up.

Power: I'm not a child, Shane.

Tuska: You acted like one last night. Now SIT UP!

(Power slowly sits up and Tuska hands her the drink.)

Power: What's this?

Tuska: Your recipe.

Power: My...where did you find it?

(Tuska holds up her notebook from the University. Power looks...sheepish.)

Power: Thank you Shane. (She takes the glass and sniffs it. A weak smile spreads across her face as she greedily drinks it.)

Tuska: I've never seen you like that. What happened?

Power: My best guess is that someone spiked my Strawberry Pineapple Daquiri with PCPL. I should have recognized the nutty flavor. (Power groans as she holds her head.) Could you find me a Motrin?

Tuska: (Walking toward their bags) What was all that about with Fire?

Power: Oh, Queen Diva? (Shrugs her shoulders) Lets see, I try to help her against my sister, she pedigrees me. She kidnaps me and tries to get me to back her in this stupid game against Royalty. She offers me all these legal documents and then when we offer her a gift to get her out of her legal and financial woes she turns her nose up at it. Which is good because nobody noticed the fine print in Farsi that states the agreements can only be litigated in Tehran. And claiming she LET me come back? Good God, it was her new flavor of the month John Ross who kept after ME to sign a new deal. Fuck, if anything happens here, Mary Lou still has her plan. She still has that option to take over Dixie's mess, and you know between you, me, and Spider, we could turn that festering sack of excrement around in a heartbeat with just a little TLC.

Tuska: (Digging through the bag) After we deal with Sunny's mess.

Power: Right.

Tuska: (Pulling out a bottle of Motrin and what looks like a blue makeup bag. He pitches Power the Motrin and holds up the bag.) Is this still an option?

Power: I'm afraid it is. And that's 50-50 at the best. Shane, I think it's time to open up that door of yours. Mine, too.

Tuska: Do you think that's wise?

Power: I don't think we have a choice. Unless we step up our game we'll be lost and left behind. And that includes a large dose of humility for some people around here. Including you-know-who.

Tuska: She won't like that.

Power: Fuck her. If she doesn't like it, let HER get in a cage with ME. I'll show her that she might be devious, I'm smarter and more treacherous than she has ever given me credit for.

Tuska: Is it wise to talk about Fire like that?

Power: (downing the Motrin and a bottle of water on the side table) Who said I was talking about her? I want my sister. I want our tag titles back. I'll be damned if I'm letting that humiliation stand. I think she needs a big slice of humble pie herself.

Tuska: You don't sound like yourself. Are you OK?

Power: I know that people thought Dad was leading us down a controlling path. Now I know why he was doing it. I don't agree, but I understand. Now it's my turn to pull out all the stops. By the time it's over with they won't know what hit them.

Tuska: Who?

Power: (Her face flushes with anger)  All of them, Shane. All of them. From here on out we're on our own. We're going for it. And God help anyone who gets in our way.

(The look on Power's face changes.  She stands up and gives Tuska a good deep kiss. She takes him by the hand and walks to the bathroom. They enter, the door closes, and the scene fades.)

[firewoman]

Dec 17, 2014 16:21:37 GMT -5 @ecosystem said:

Mai Muyo is doing Hindu squats backstage when Ecosystem pops his head in.

Eco: You know, Regal suggests you do those when you start training to be a wrestler. Not when you have the super-athlete Christopher Evans in four hours.

Mai: The Super Athlete?

Eco: . . . trying it out.

Mai: I'm just saying, if I didn't know better, you'd think that forcing a guy into a 3-on-1 match last week and then making him wrestle again this week - when you give yourself the night off - means that you think he's the real super athlete.

Eco: Uh-huh. I'm teaching him a lesson, Mai, even if you can't see --

Mai: You're not teaching him anything. Not even by your standards. Maybe you thought you were at one point, but now, you're just trying to feel powerful while your company slips through your hands.

Eco leans back against the wall, pausing.

Mai: What? No snappy remark?

Eco: No, I think you have a point.

Mai: Really?

Eco: Yes. I do.

Mai: So does that mean. . .

Eco: It doesn't mean anything yet. I need to think more about Danny. And about this company. But I think . . . I think I need your help.

Mai: With what?

Eco: With saving the company. I'm not asking you to do anything specific. I honestly don't even know what I'm asking you to do. But you're intelligent, Mai, even if you're bubbly like a ten-year-old. And I know there has to be some way we can fight besides fists and boardroom politics. And maybe you can come up with another front. I certainly can't right now.

Eco walks out of the room. Mai cocks her head looking after him.


FADE

[firewoman]

Dec 17, 2014 19:02:40 GMT -5 @ecosystem said:

Mai: (calling after Eco) Also, Mom is coming for Christmas in Palau next week!

Eco: (off-screen) SERIOUSLY??

FADE

[firewoman]

Dec 17, 2014 20:00:40 GMT -5 blownspot said:

*The Midweek Mayhem preshow starts and"Laser Canon Death Sentence" blares through the speakers heralding the arrival of the Saints of Sinners to actual cheers from the crowd. There are a few boos peppered throughout, but the cheers win the day this time around which pisses Moosehead Jack off to no end. LD Williams has to physically restrain Moose from hopping the barricade and cutting loose with HDB III. LD directs Moose ahead as he and Chloe enter the ring first, followed by LD, Stank and finally the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, Stan Fulton. Stank stands by the ropes near the ramp and stares up at the stage, before "My Ruin" blasts out the speakers. Firewoman slowly walks out onto the stage sporting a brand New Saints of Sinners T-Shirt with a Firewoman logo on the back, on sale now at oowfShopzone.com for just $35, a full $10 less than Stank's SoS Tee. Firewoman makes her way down the ramp to a chorus of cheers, walks up the steps and steps through the ropes as Stank holds them apart for her. She doesn't really acknowledge the fans or the rest of the Saints as she finds corner and just stares out at the crowd actually looking at them, her mind clearly preoccupied with something else. All the Saints sport pretty sour looks despite (or perhaps because of) the crowd's mostly positive reaction. Stank is handed a mic and lets and SoS chant die down from a small contingent of Saints fan die down before speaking.*

Stank - We... The Saints of Sinners... do not... want, nor do we need... your approval.

*A small smattering of boos erupt from the cheap seats, but the rest sort of remain silent.*

Stank - I mean just because you guys hate Royalty as much as we do, does not mean all of a sudden The Saints are your friends. The people you see standing in this ring right now... we're it. These are my friends... we're family... the rest of y'all can go fuck yourselves.

*Now the boos come in earnest causing Stank to cock his head to the side and smirk. Moose smirks as well clearly basking in the hate.*

Stank - Our opposition to Royalty is about one thing and one thing only... keeping the WWE out of OUR World.

Crowd *YAY!!*

Stank - *Sigh* This ain't about the Darlings, Carter, Reyna, or that fuckhead Rory Albright. This is about motherfuckers stepping up to the Saints, jesters pretending to be kings. The OOWF is OURS to do with what we please, NOT the WWE's. You think you can come in here and take over? NOTHING in the OOWF happens here unless WE let it happen. We allowed you Alex to join up with your sister and the Suicide Kings. We ALLOWED you your ambition, Alex... but now... you've let it get to your head. You sold your soul to the WWE in the hopes that it would help you become... one of us. Hell... you have the gall to suggest it will make you and yours BETTER than us... but here's the thing Alex... you might very well have achieved that goal, but for two mistakes.

One... you hitched your wagon to the WWE and though they may be a bigger than The Saints of Sinners... they damn sure ain't better. Two, and this is probably the most egregious, of all the factions, teams, individuals in the OOWF... you pick a fight with The Saints? I suppose we should take it as a compliment because, yeah... we're the best... but then you go and make it personal Moose. You go and make this about your own little personal revenge tour and the real Alex comes out. The jealous Alex... the same Alex who could no longer hang with the big boys goes out and finds himself a new playground and now expects the rest of us to go play with him there as well.

Well fuuuck you, Alexander Darling.

Fuck you and the rest of Royalty too. The Saints see you for what you really are. Even your wife here has finally woken up... And this weak ass, pathetic attempt to paint Moose and the rest of us as heroes to these fucking morons sitting out in the crowd? Don't mistake their misguided cheers as anything other than noise.

It's all fucking noise to The Saints.

Crowd *BOOO!*

And it ain't loud enough to cover up the fact that we are The Saints of Sinners and Royalty... you're just not.

Crowd *YAY!!*

Stank - You hear that? ... noise.

I press one button they cheer. I press another, they boo. That's power you could never wield little Alex. That's power that belongs to the Saints. We say jump, you go find the nearest cliff. We want something someone has, we take it. Nothing... NOTHING... happens in the OOWF without our consent. We rule THIS world. It belongs to The Saints of Sinners not Royalty and damn sure not the WWE.

Don't believe me?

Fade

[firewoman]

Dec 17, 2014 20:30:48 GMT -5 @mooseheadjack said:

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Yaren, Nauru
December 17, 2014

CHRIS EVANS vs. MAI MUYO

Heels out first, and Evans is...well, we think he's a heel. Are we really sure? The camera seems to linger around to see if Junichiro Muyo comes out with his new project, but ... nope. Okay. Mai comes out to cheers and then the match starts. Both of these are talented on so many levels, high energy and high flying but also really good solid basic wrestling. They start out with the former, spending a solid five to six minutes showcasing their talent. They break a few times for the appreciative smark cheers, and then each time amp up the intensity a bit. Mai breaks early and puts together a flurry of rope work on Evans, whipping him back and forth and finally landing him with a beautiful vertical suplex transitioning into a DDT. That knocks Evans woozy so Mai makes the cover but Evans kicks out. Before he can get away, Mai flips her legs around and gets Evans into the Trinitarian!!! Evans flails about, but can't find the ropes. Mai cranks down and pretty soon Evans flailing gets weaker. The referee does the arm check, one.......two...........thr--NO! Evans raises the arm and begins to "Evans Up." He drags himself across the canvas, sloooooooooooowly....and makes it to the ropes. The referee calls for the break, and Mai obliges. Evans drags himself up the ropes, and Mai starts to go in with a clothesline but he greets her with an elbow. Mai recovers and runs at him again, but he drops down with the ropes and Mai sails over. Evans shakes the cobwebs free, MOSTLY, hits the far ropes and runs. Mai is just getting to her feet when Evans flies over with SUICIDE PLANCHA~! Both wrestlers are down, and we do NOT cut to commercial. Not here! Evans recovers first and throws Mai into the ring, and climbs in after her. He continues to the top ropes and lands SPARTAN SPIRAL~! It's his turn to go for a pin, and Mai's turn to kick out at two. Evans maneuvers around and, after kicking Mai while she's down, locks her into the ODE TO CANADA~! Mai's kinda woozy after the plancha and the moonsault, so it looks like she's going to ... wait! Suddenly we hear...

"I know who you are....the leader of lost souls."

Ecosystem's music and entrance package begins to play. Evans has his back turned to the ramp and turns to look, dragging Mai a bit with him. It's enough that she's able to free herself a bit and as Evans turns more she reaches up with a desperation SCHOOL GIRL ROLL UP! The referee counts, one...two three!!!!!
WINNER in 15:55 – Mai Muyo

Evans slaps the mat in frustration. Mai celebrates up the ramp, but for some reason, her music never turns on, so it continues to be Junis. Evans looks around for his "partner," but Juni never appears

GHOSTHEAD vs. DANNY TAYLOR

Ghosthead is out first, and the crowd is not happy to see him. He ignores the reaction and strides down the aisle. As he warms up in his corner, Dynamite Danny Taylor steps onto the stage and the crowd goes wild. Danny stops for a moment to drink it in, then makes his way to the ring. Referee Junior Hale steps between the two men, gives them their instructions, and calls for the bell.

These men know each other well, so they stare down to start, each one looking for an opening. Danny suddenly darts forward, shooting the leg and taking Ghosthead down. Ghosthead drives an elbow into the side of Danny’s head and rolls free. Both men are up and immediately lock up, and Danny uses his strength advantage to back Ghosthead to the ropes. Junior calls for the break and Danny complies, but Ghosthead takes advantage and blindsides him with a forearm. Danny staggers back, and Ghosthead pushes past the referee and drives him to the mat. Ghosthead plants his knees on Danny's shoulders and pummels him with forearms, but only hits a few before Danny throws him off. Ghosthead rolls right to his feet and attacks, but Danny blocks a kneelift and drives an elbow into his stomach. Ghosthead takes a step back, and Danny explodes off the mat with a clothesline.

Danny pulls Ghosthead into a front facelock and pushes him into the corner. He hits a series of chops and tries an Irish whip, but Ghosthead hangs on to the ropes and pulls him back. Danny goes with the momentum and buries a knee in Ghosthead's stomach, doubling him over. He lifts Ghosthead for a powerbomb and turns, but Ghosthead pummels him with punches, causing him to fall back against the turnbuckles. Ghosthead gets several more shots in, ignoring Junior's count until it reaches four. Ghosthead jumps down and sprints for the ropes. On the way back across the ring he jumps sideways and springs off the middle rope to slam into Danny with the Eidolon. He lands on his feet, turns, and spikes Danny with a bulldog as he stumbles out of the corner. He covers, and gets a long two count.

Ghosthead traps Danny in a front facelock and drives repeated knees into his face. He scoops Danny up and slams him to the mat, then hits a leaping legdrop. He covers, but again only gets two. Ghosthead pulls Danny to his feet and stuns him with several forearms, and then sends him to the ropes. He leaps up for the Phantasmagoria, but Danny catches him and drives him to the mat. The impact takes the wind out of both men and Danny is slow to cover, only getting one when he does. He sits Ghosthead up and applies a chinlock, but Ghosthead quickly works his way to his feet.Ghosthead elbows free and turns, but Danny tosses him across the ring with an exploder suplex. Danny waits for Ghosthead to get up and charges, but Ghosthead ducks a clothesline. Danny hits the ropes and Ghosthead tries for a leg lariat, but Danny catches it and again tosses him across the ring. This time Danny immediately charges, hitting a running knee that drives Ghosthead into the turnbuckles. Danny spins Ghosthead around - and takes the black mist full in the face! Danny stumbles backward and Ghosthead jumps to the top turnbuckle and leaps, flipping over him and hitting a neckbreaker. Ghosthead floats over into a cover, keeping Danny’s face from Junior’s view as he counts One...Two...Three.

WINNER, in 12:07, Ghosthead.

STRENGTH IN SILENCE vs. MURPHY’S LAW

Unparalleled Height brings out Strength in Silence. Power and Tuska work around ringside slapping hands and playing to the crowd. When they approach the black shirted Saints of Sinners section Power pauses as one of the geeks has the new Firewoman Saints of Sinners T-shirt on. Power points to the geek while looking at the camera saying “I'm supposed to support this? Really?” The SoS Geeks start chanting “Chlooo-eee, Chlooo-eee” whish just makes Power smile.

As Power and Tuska climb into the ring they start their posing...which is cut short by the Dropkick Murphys bringing out Outback Jack's favorite kids, DK and Dee, collectively known as Murphy's Law. They likewise are circling the ring playing up to the fans and enter the ring. Power and Tuska just hang back. Power points at Dee and Dee nods. Shane steps out and after a word or two DK steps out and Dee will start for the Murphys. Two of the largest and most powerful women in the OOWF walk to the center of the ring. The referee is dwarfed by these two amazons and he just decides to step back and call for the bell. After a staredown Power says one word which is bleeped before air. Dee smiles and points a finger. Power raises a different finger and that gets Dee going. Finally the two lock up in the center of the ring. The two literally fight for control in the center of the ring with each one trying to push the other back toward the ropes. Dee finally drops down with an armdrag that sends Power sailing across the ring. Power is upset and gets head to head with Dee but Dee goes again for the lockup. Power tries to push Dee back into the ropes but Dee shifts again, using Power's own leverage against her and monkey flips her across the ring. Power smacks the mat and stands up. She raises her hands to lock up again with Dee but instead of locking up Power applies a Greco-Roman poke to Dee's eyes. As Dee's hands go to her eyes Power grabs Dee ofe a Belly to Belly suplex. The fans boo this somewhat but Power ignores them for the moment as Power rolls Dee over and begins dropping knees into her shoulder. Power tags Tuska who climbs the ropes as Power drops another knee into Dee's shoulder, then holds that arm to the mat and Tuska flies off with a hard knee into that shoulder. Russ mentions on commentary that Power and Tuska are attacking the same shoulder that Chloe dislocated some months back. Tuska ties up the arm in an armbar and rares back hard, keeping her close to his corner. As Dee tries to work her way to her feet Tuska tags and Power climbs to the top rope and just as Dee stands up Power launches a knee to the shoulder that has Dee in a lot of pain. Power locks in a modified Keylock and that has Dee crying out. DK on the other side of the ring is trying to get the crowd going but Power yells something over to the Irishman that gets him upset. He starts to come into the ring but the referee cuts him off. That gives Power the opportunity to pull Dee up and wrap her arm around the top rope and she and Tuska abuse that upper arm and shoulder before Tuska takes Dee's arm and jumps off the apron. Dee grabs that arm again as Tuska jumps back on the apron and tags Power. Power pulls that arm behind Dee's back and lifts her for a shoulder breaker. Power then steps back as Tuska flies from the top rope dropping another knee into Dee's shoulder. Tuska rolls across the ring and slaps DK which brings him into the ring but the Referee puts him out. Power and Tuska each grab a leg of Dee and snap them back, kicking away at Dee;s thighs. Tuska grabs Dee's legs and wraps her up in an inverted Indian Death Lock, then grabs back to pull Dee's arm over his shoulder. Dee is in some real hurt but she's able to reach up with her free hand and rake Tuska's eyes. With some significant effort Dee is albe to roll across the ring and tag her brother before rolling out onto the floor. DK comes in all house of fire on Tuska and Power. DK sets Tuska up for the CHOMP! But Power gets there first with a Clothesline! Dee tries to come in but both the referee and Tuska go to put her out, while power reaches into the top of her Camo outfit and pulls out...a chain? She wraps it around her hand, pushes DK back into the corner, and drives five hard shots into his head, then throws the chain away and dives into the corner for a big splash! As DK staggers out of the corner Power yells at Tuska NOW! Tuska and Power hit the ropes from opposite sides of the ring and simultaneously, Power hits the SPEAR and Tuska hits the SILENCER! DK is cut in half. Power rolls out and calls for the tag, and Tuska obliges. Power locks in the front facelock...Powerdriver! Dee tries to make the save, but Tuska flies across the ring as Power covers DK and the referee makes the three count.

Winner in 19:45 – Strength in Silence

Power and Tuska hug each other and kiss in the middle of the ring as Dee and DK look at them with some anger. The referee and trainers help the Murphys out and Power asks for a microphone.

“You know, it seems like everyone's taking sides here over the OOWF and Royalty battle. Well, Shane and I have taken our stand. And it's for US!”

The fans boo this...

“Nononono, waitwaitwaitwait. I came back here for one reason, that was to get my sister and bring her home. Then the board decided to have a series of matches between my sister and me. Those never materialized. And along the way I found a better partner along the way. It was unplanned, it was unexpected, and it IS unbelieveable. Now we're getting asked to step aside from our plans to make a stand for the OOWF. Well, the only stand we're making is for each other. “

More boos...

“Now all y'all have been cheering for this woman that calls herself Firewoman.”

They cheer.

“Right. A woman who right now has aligned herself with the most vile aggrigation of talent in professional wrestling today, the Saints of Sinners.”

Everyone loses their shit, especially the Saints fans.

“Let me ax you all a question. How can that woman side with her husband, then side with the people who want to see her husband dead? To borrow words used by her cousin, Firewoman is a fraud.”

Massive boos.

“Fire, since you're now such good buddies with the Saints, I've got a proposition for you. Why don't you grab a partner...any random partner, say a certain insane brunette with a Martyr complex, and take on Strength in Silence.”

Fans cheer.

“Oh, I know you'll never do it. But then that's your nature. As far as I'm concerned, Royalty, WWE, OOWF, they can all fall down the same sinkhole in the middle of Manhattan, never to be seen again. Because no matter how much your brother likes to brag about his teaming with my sister, the best tag team in the OOWF is NOT the Saints, NOT the Murphys, NOT Crash and Burn, but the two you see in front of you right now. And Strength in Silence will take back our rightful Tag Team Championships. By any means necessary. Bet on that!”

Power drops the mike and she and Tuska raise their arms to BOOOOS as they exit the ring and head for the back

MATT FOLZ vs. CHRISTIAN CARTER

That shitty Lorde song that every OOWF fan is already sick of plays Christian Carter down to the ring, drawing him a ton of boos. Well that, and the fact that he's an asshole. "Battle Without Honor or Humanity" brings Matt Folz to the ring to huge applause.

Carter tries to attack Folz as he's coming into the ring, but Matt quickly reverses and whips Carter chest first into the turnbuckle as the bell rings. Matt quickly follows up with a backdrop driver and then drags Carter into the corner. Matt slides outside the ring and as the referee counts slams Carter's ankle into the ringpost 4 times before sliding back in at the count of 9. He picks Carter up before planting him back down with a Head and Arm Folzplex. Matt slams Carter's ankle into the mat and tries the Anklelock but Carter makes the ropes before it's fully applied. Carter grabs the ropes to help him back to his feet and Folz is quickly right back on him, driving him into the corner and then unleashing powerful chops. Carter finally counters by burying a knee in Matt's midsection and then hits a Tornado DDT from the second rope.

Carter gets to his feet and drives his knee into the small of Folz’s back and then ties his legs into a Texas Cloverleaf trying for a submission. Folz refuses to tap out and makes it to the ropes forcing the break. Carter releases the hold and pulls Folz up and hammers him with forearms to the side of the head, then lifts him up and drops him across his knee in a pendulum backbreaker. Carter keeps Folz on his knee and tries to snap him in half, Folz snarls in pain, but does not quit.

Carter grabs Folz’s arm and pulls him up and snaps it, then wrings his arm and pulls him in and nearly takes his head off with a clothesline. Carter keeps hold of Folz’s arm and drops a leg across it then rolls Folz over on his stomach and locks on a hammer lock trying for a submission. The referee is right there, but Folz refuses to quit. Matt works out from under Carter and gets to his feet. Carter breaks the hold and rocks Folz with several vicious forearms to the back of the head, then grabs him again and looks to beat Folz at this own game by trying a release German Suplex..... but Folz reverses to his own, sending Carter flying hard across the ring.

Folz sends Carter off the ropes and then catches him in a picture perfect Spinebuster. Folz stomps on Carter's ankle some more before applying the ANKLELOCK! Carter kicks him off, forcing Folz to go backwards and accidentally take out the referee. Carter charges, but Folz catches him and hits the ANGLE SLAM! Folz covers but there's no ref. The crowd boos as Jose Reyna, Alexis Darling and Alexander Darling make their way down to the ring. Matt tries to fight them off, but the numbers game quickly overwhelms him as Royalty starts beating the shit out of him. Alexis and Carter hold Matt up and Alexander nails him with his WWE Championship belt. This brings out the Saints of Sinners, followed by Mai Muyo and Crash and Burn. Royalty quickly abandons ship and decides to fight another day, Mai helps her friend up as the rest of the heart of the OOWF challenge Royalty to get back in the ring.

Official result at 13:45: No Contest

<there’s a short intermission, and when we come back, there is a red carpet covering the ring, with several chairs, something covered on a table, and a podium. Generic music plays and Ecosystem leads Moose, LD Williams, Stank, Stan Fulton, Firewoman, Chris Cole and trailing well behind, Alexander Darling. The entourage takes a seat, with Alex sitting well away from the rest of them. The crowd buzzes a bit, and Eco steps up to the mic>

Ladies and Gentlemen what you see here before you is a very exclusive club. These are the OOWF Grand Slam winners…….save for one. Davin Moreland has seemingly disappeared from the face of the earth and could not be with us tonight. We are all here tonight to welcome another member to our exclusive club. On November 30, Tytan won the OOWF Onslaught Championship from Rory Albright, completing his Grand Slam. Due to the remoteness of the area we are currently traveling in, it took a little extra time for us to pull this all together. So, right now, without further adieu, please welcome, the newest member of the OOWF Grand Slam Club………….TYTAN!

<Disposable Hero plays and Tytan makes his way to the ring. As he steps between the ropes, he glares at Darling for a moment before heading to the podium. As he passes, everyone stands up and shakes his hand. Tytan walks to the mic, but before he says anything, Eco continues>

Tytan, I know you and I have not always seen eye to eye, but I know greatness when I see it, and you have it. When you came back to the OOWF, I had a feeling it wouldn’t be terribly long until we were doing this. As the owner and founder of the OOWF, it gives me great pleasure to present this to you

<Tytan pulls the cover off the table revealing a Grans Slam Title Belt. He presents the title to Tytan, and shakes his hand once again. Tytan looks at the title and smiles, then hefts the title over his shoulder. Eco stands aside so Tytan can speak>

When I left the OOWF, I was a broken man. My mind had been poisoned by chemicals, my body had been broken……..by that man <pointing to LD Williams, who feigns innocence>, my will had been tested, and I failed. My spirit had been broken. For years, I wandered. I wandered across the world, searching. Searching for meaning……..for a purpose……..for a place to call home. As my time away grew longer and longer, my mind began to clear, my body began to heal, my will, my resolve, was strengthened, my spirit renewed.

I found myself on top of a mountain, looking down at the world…….as if I was atop Olympus, a God, looking down among the mortals. As I stood there and contemplated my life, my meaning, it occurred to me, I had climbed this mountain……..but there was one left to climb. A mountain taller than any mountain the universe has ever known. To get to the top, to reach the pinnacle, I would have to test myself, I would have to push myself to the absolute limit, and then go even further. To reach the top of this mountain, I would have to endure unimaginable pain. I would have to fight for my life. My mind, my body, my will, my spirit would all be tested as they have NEVER been tested before. This was no physical mountain. This is the OOWF mountain.

I stand before you having taken the first step. I won the Onslaught Championship from Rory Albright, a man who may not respect me, who may not believe in the way I choose to do things, but Rory is a warrior. One man down. I will climb this mountain, free of the constraints of my previous time here. Free of the chemicals. Free of the influence. Free of bending to someone else’s will. I will climb this mountain, and then, I will take my true place among the immortals. So Eco, I ask you, keep this. I return it, not to diminish the accomplishments of the immortals among me. I return it because I do not yet belong. I am determined to climb this mountain, and when I finally reach the pinnacle, only then can I accept the gift of the immortals.

<Tytan hands the title back to Eco, who looks confused. Tytan shakes hands will all the previous winners again, except for Alex, then leaves the ring and heads to the back. The crowd gives him a standing ovation as he goes.>

STANK & LD WILLIAMS vs. ALEXIS DARLING & RORY ALBRIGHT

Stank and LD remain in the ring while the rest of the Grand Slam champions leave. The podium is removed and the carpet is rolled up. “Royals” plays and Alexis Darling and Rory Albright make their way to the ring amid deafening booing from the crowd. They step between the ropes and the boos only get louder. The bell rings, and Lexie and Rory try to attack, but Stank and LD are ready for them.

The fight quickly gets out of hand and spills out of the ring to the floor. Williams and Alexis brawl on one side of the ring while Stank and Rory brawl on the other. Soon enough, weapons come into play, and not long after that, all four are bleeding. Rory and Stank are fighting on the apron, Stank grabs Rory and looks like he is going to hit a STANK BOMB, but Rory slips free, hits a low blow, and takes Stank off the apron with a SPINNING NECK BREAKER! The big man lands HARD on the back of his neck, and does not move. Albright gets to his feet and smirks, while EMT’s race to ringside to check on Stank. Albright doesn’t back off though, he grabs a chair and repeatedly slams it down across Stank’s back before tossing it aside and heading around the ring to help Alexis. Before he can get there though, Fire, Stan, Moose and Chloe race to the ring and attack him. Lexie frantically waves to the back and Carter and Darling race to the ring. They don’t try to attack the Saints, but rather free Rory and head up the ramp. The Saints forget about Royalty for a moment and go to check on Stank, who is sitting up, but holding the back of his neck, and clearly in a lot of pain. The referee waives the match off as the rest of the Saints help Stank to the back.
WINNERS – No Match

TYTAN vs. SPIDER MCNULTY – OOWF Onslaught Title Match

Spider McNulty marches toward the ring to the cheers of the crowd, climbs between the ropes, raises both arms in salute to the crowd and then does some shadow boxing to warm up. The cheers continue as Tytan is introduced and the OOWF God of War strides to the ring, seemingly unmoved by the crowd until he gets into the ring, climbs each turnbuckle and roars to the crowd. Both men meet in center ring, shake hands, then go to their corners… There's the bell!

Quick feeling out process, as Spider works for an opening on the bigger Tytan – Tytan get a hold of Spider and beal throws him toward the corner. Spider gets to his feet, works back to aaa collar and elbow, then tries a beal of his own – blocked by Tytan, who whips Spider into the corner, Spider gets out of the corner before Tytan can follow up, and begins to circle the big man, who smiles at his power advantage…

Spider shakes off the last two moves, and locks up with Tytan a third time, slips behind and gets him to the mat with a belly to back suplex! Spider floats over – OKLAHOMA ROLL! Tytan kicks out at two, both men scramble to their feet – Spider grins at Tytan and makes the "this close" gesture – Tytan smiles and tells Spider to bring it on.

Spider tries to go behind on the lock up, but this time Tytan is ready with a back elbow that catches Spider in the side of the head. McNulty staggers, and Tytan follows up with a discus clothesline, dropping spider to the mat HARD… elbow drop across the chest, then a second one – cover… kickout at two! Scoop slam by Tytan, then he grabs Spiders legs and falls backward, slingshotting Spider into the corner turnbuckles. Tytan gets to his feet and picks Spider up, but Spider has fight in him, lands a punch to the gut and then an open hand strike to the chin to get some space, then powers off the bottom turnbuckle for a clothesline! Spider grabs Tytans arm, kicks the shoulder, locks the arm straight and falls backward, yanking hard on the shoulder. He stays focused on the injured arm, ending with a stepover armlock, and Tytan is in some real pain – but won't submit. He works his way close enough to get a foot on the ropes, and Spider breaks the hold clean.

This continues for the next several minutes, with Tytan using power moves, mostly with his uninjured arm, and Spider focusing on the weak limb. Neither one can get and advantage, and both have been keeping up a really fast pace, and it is beginning to show – Spider goes for a shoulder block on Tytans bad arm, Tytan gets a boot up, and both men start trading blows in the middle of the ring! Tytan is getting the better of it, and goes to finish it with a power bomb – he gets Spider up – Spider transitions to a crucifix arm-bar! Tytan in turn tries to turn the move into a standing back breaker – nether man will give up! Tytan drops straight back, and on impact Spider loses his grip on Tytan's good arm – but maintain the arm bar… Tytan lifts Spider up for a one arm power bomb, but he is struggling – SLAMS Spider to the mat! Spider hangs on! Lifts him again!

AND THERE'S THE BELL!

TIME LIMIT DRAW!
WINNER – 15:00 time limit draw

SAINTS OF SINNERS vs. CRASH & BURN – OOWF World Tag Team Title Match

Tommy and Miranda are announced and sprint to the ring. They slide under the bottom rope, then head to opposite corners and play to the crowd, then backflip to the middle of the ring. The Saints are announced next and come out to boos loud enough to lift the roof off the building. Before Moose and Chloe can get into the ring, Tommy and Miranda charge the ropes and dive between them and slam into the champs, the fight is ON!

Tommy and Moose brawl around the ring, Wilder staying a step ahead of Moose the whole time. Chloe and Miranda end up inside the ring where they go through some impressive chain wrestling. Miranda tries to ground Chloe, but Chloe fights back and works on Miranda’s neck, trying to soften her up for the corkscrew. The referee seems content to let Wilder and Moose brawl all over the place. They find themselves on the top of the ramp, Wilder looks to go big once again. He starts climbing the OOTron, but this time Moose catches him with a low blow, gets underneath him and DRIVES Wilder to the steel with a POWERBOMB! The back of Wilder’s head slams off the steel and his eyes glaze over. Moose gets on top of him and HAMMERS him with punches to the face. Officials come from the back and pull Moose off before he kills Tommy. Moose breaks free and heads to the ring.

Inside the ring, Miranda tries a superplex, but Chloe shoves her off the top rope to the mat. As Miranda gets to her feet, Chloe leaps off the top and tries a clothesline, but Miranda catches her arm and spins her to the mat and locks her in the CROSSFACE! Chloe howls in pain and tries to make the ropes, but Miranda pulls back as hard as she can. Just when it looks like Chloe might tap, Moose slides into the ring and SLAMS Miranda in the face with a knee between the eyes. At the top of the ramp, a dazed Tommy gets to his feet and staggers toward the ring. Moose grabs Miranda and the Saints hit SAINTS ROW! Before Chloe can cover, Tommy grabs a kendo stick and slides into the ring and starts swinging wildly, Moose and Chloe bail, Miranda is on the mat, but the referee catches a kendo stick upside the head, sending him to the mat.

The second the ref hits the mat, Moose and Chloe pounce on Tommy and beat him down to the mat. Chloe grabs a chair and puts it on the mat, they set him up for a SPIKE PILEDRIVER, but Strength in Silence race to the ring and make the save, chasing the Saints away. The referee comes to, and we get the announcement.
WINNERS in 27:13 by disqualification – Saints of Sinners

Miranda, Power and Shane all trap Tommy in the corner, and he finally seems to come out of his haze. He drops the kendo stick and immediately goes over to the referee and we hear him apologize profusely. The Saints grab their titles and head up the ramp, the four in the ring all shoot them an enraged look, then also glance at one another. Only one team can beat the Saints, who will it be?

STAN FULTON vs. ALEXANDER DARLING – Non-Title Lumberjack Match

Darling is announced and makes his way to the ring first, the crowd shits all over the WWE World Heavyweight Champion, but he ignores them completely. Carter, Lexie and Rory are all out with him. Alex sits atop the turnbuckle and waits. The OOWF World Heavyweight champion Stan Fulton is announced next, and as he and the rest of the Saints come out, they are also booed, but perhaps not quite as viciously as Darling. Finally, the rest of the OOWF locker room comes out and fills in around the ring. The referee is about to call for the bell when Alex grabs a mic

wait…….wait……wait. Hold up. <looking at Eco> Do you think I’m stupid? <the crowd cheers this> There are three people around this ring I trust <glaring at Fire> THREE. And if you think I am about to put my well-being at risk just for the sake of the idiots in this crowd? Then you are nuts. There is no way I am going to take my chances getting thrown out of this ring and letting those sub-human wastes of space the Saints, or the rest of this godforsaken locker room get their hands on me. No way Eco. Not happening. You want a match? Then you send everyone to the back…..except Lexie of course, since she has a managers license……and THEN we will have a match. Come on Eco, you have a bingo hall full of fans here, they paid to see a match, what’s it gonna be?

<Eco glares at Alex for a moment, then looks around at the crowd which starts a “LET THEM FIGHT!” chant. Finally Eco relents and orders everyone to the back. The Saints and the rest all protest, but to no avail. They head to the back, with Carter and Rory bringing up the rear. They get about halfway up the ramp and the bell rings>

As soon as the bell rings, Lexie jumps onto the apron and grabs Stan from behind, he turns around and takes a swing, which lets Darling chop block Fulton, buckling his knee and dropping him to the mat. Lexie grabs the referee and pulls him to the mat, then out of the ring and argues with him, Alex grabs a chair and repeatedly slams it down on the back of Fulton’s knee. The OOWF turns back around and heads toward the ring, Rory and Carter grab chairs and start swinging, keeping them at bay long enough for Alex to turn Fulton over in the MONEY CLIP! Fulton howls in pain, but refuses to tap. Lexie shoves the referee back into the ring and grabs a chair and helps Carter and Albright keep people at bay.

Inside the ring, Darling leans back further, putting more pressure on Fulton’s knee. Alex uses his free hand, which has a suspicious black glove on it, to repeatedly hammer the side of Fulton’s knee, no doubt trying to pop the ACL. Finally Fulton can take no more and the champ taps, just as Wilder breaks free and darts through the crowd and into the ring. Alex releases the hold and stands up, he charges at Wilder, but Tommy ducks a clothesline and springs off the middle rope and nails Darling with a spinning front kick to the face that sends Alex to the mat, then the floor. Alex yells something and Lexie, Carter and Rory all hop the guardrail and escape through the crowd. The OOWFers and especially the Saints (minus Stank, obviously) get to Stan, who appears to be in a world of pain. Not a good night for the Saints.
WINNER in 1:57 – Alexander Darling

We see Alex, Alexis, Carter and Rory standing at the top of the ramp. Alex glares at Fulton, who has been helped to his feet by Chloe, Moose, LD and Fire. Stan glares daggers into Alex, Darling just smirks and slowly lifts his WWE title in the air as we fade to black.


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