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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 9:56:02 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Christchurch, New Zealand December 31, 2014 OOWF World Heavyweight Title MatchAlexander Darling vs. Stan Fulton OOWF Intercontinental Title MatchFirewoman vs. Mai Muyo OOWF Onslaught Championship Fatal Four WayTytan vs. Stank vs. Rory Albright vs. Spider McNulty Non-Title MatchSaints of Sinners vs. Ecosystem & Chris Evans Strength in Silence vs. Murphy's Law Miranda Williams & LD Williams vs. Alexis Darling & Christian Carter Tommy Wilder vs. Ghosthead vs. Matt Folz card subject to Moose bursting into flames the second he steps foot in a place called Christchurch |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 9:56:27 GMT -5
quote author=" BookerShark" source="/post/244562/thread" timestamp="1419825001"]GM The Nate stumbles into his Christchurch arena office after a red-eye flight from Wherever the hell the OOWF was for the PPV. Samoa. He opens the door and literally walks right into a huge 6'7 black man GMTN: What the hell.. SECURITY! Huge Black Man: No nono, we good bro. Dre Gaines here. Call me Dre G..... or whatever you want, as long as you pay me. *Dre flashes his soon to be trademarked huge grin* GMTN: Wha... oh yes. Forgot you were coming. Let me text my assistant and have her set you up in the locker room. I'll call the PHWF and have them fly someone out for you to wrestle this week. Dre: Cool. And I'll need somewhere for my hairdresser to stay tonight also. GMTN: (stuttering & staring at his bald head) You have a...a.. Dre: (grinning again) Naw man, Just messin withya. How bout ya hook me up with that room? I wanna drop these bags & hit the club GMTN: Right. *Nate texts away as we fade* [/quote] |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 9:57:15 GMT -5
Russ: Our post Pay Per View wrap-up show continues on OOWF-TV with...what the hell? (Power and Tuska run onto the set. Power shoves Russ away and grabs his microphone. Tuska appears to be trying to calm Power down.)Power: CHLOE! CHLOE! You want to play the game? You want to play mind games again? I'm fucking sick and tired of your bullshit. SICK! AND! TIRED! Tuska: Edra, please... Power: (Turns to Tuska and pushes him back.) No, Shane, this has to be said, HERE! AND! NOW! (Turns back to the camera, flushed and enraged) I supported you all your life, I always had your back, you spoiled rotten brat. You kept writing checks your body couldn't cash, and I always had to settle up for you. Well, NOW is the time you have to pay the piper. Russ: Power, what are you suggesting? Power: Just this, Russ. Dance of Death. Me, Chloe, in one of our father's specialties. Texas Death Match. Falls count anywhere, a 30 second rest period between falls, and if you can't answer a ten count following the pinfall, you lose. No countouts, no DQs. And just to make it more interesting...we'll make it a Fans Bring the Weapons match as well. Russ: Power, are you sure... Power: NATE! Make the match! (Power storms off)Tuska: Sorry, Russ, but she's... (Power comes back and grabs Tuska by the arm)Power: We have some business to take care of... Tuska: Edra, this is... (Power grabs Tuska in a bear hug and kisses him hard. She looks him straight in the eye.)Power: Now, Shane. (Tuska sighs, but smiles as he and Power head for their suite and the cameras fade....) |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 9:57:49 GMT -5
Eco bursts backstage, throwing a headset off, bumping into Renata Younger.
Younger: Ecosystem, I was just looking for you! It appears that despite your prediction, Alexander Darling has walked off with our company's championship. How are you feeling - Eco grabs the microphone. Eco: Get the fuck out of my face. Younger: Juni, I - Eco: GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE. Renata Younger scurries off as Ecosystem turns off the camera.Eco: Yeah. I'm in a bad fucking mood. Because all this time, Jack and the Saints say they don't trust me, well, I guess I shouldn't have trusted them, huh? They've got Firewoman back in the fold, and now, they're The Five on steroids, they're the backbone of this company, the saviors. Bullshit. All you had to do tonight was keep the championship home - not even win it, keep it on your own motherfucking guy. And what do you idiots do? You back out of the arena for Stan's fucking pride, and then when you're inevitably forced to run back down, you get punked out by Royalty and Eric O'Mac. Let me say that again - the supposed backbone of this company got punked out by The Second Best Darling, The Fourth Best McMahon, Christopher Daniels Beta Version, and I don't even need an insulting name for Rory Albright besides Rory Fucking Albright. Compare that with me. I had a very profitable pay-per-view. I kicked my dead weight to the curb - oh, have fun trying to win the Tag Team Championships alone, Kittyheart. And did I mention that I finally took out Danny Taylor? That's right. Danny's back on the shelf after I cracked his fucking skull open. Turns out when I get tired of playing with my prey, there's nothing left to do but eat it alive. So Saints, Sinners, Saviors, Suckers, you and your little cowboy fucktoy want to act like you can run my company? Well, you fucked up, and now, guess what? As far as I'm concerned, Alexander Darling is officially your fucking problem. Fix It. FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:01:28 GMT -5
Ghost - You have a problem of your own. *Ecosystem turns around and gets BLASTED in the face by BLACK MIST! Eco howls in agony as his eyes burn! He flails around and trips over backwards, dragging a tablecloth and all the contents resting on top of it, down on top of him as he writhes in agony. Ghosthead calmly steps over and squats down next to where Ecosystem settles on his belly, rubbing away at his eyes despite himself.*Ghost - Blindness... You. Are. Blind. How does one describe to a blind person the tantrum of an electric storm except to say it is loud? The terror of standing near the edge of an raging volcano, except to say it is hot? The majesty in the vastness of the Grand Canyon except to say you could fall? Those are things that you feel, but you... do. not. see. Eco - FUCK YOU, JARED MANN! Ghost - This is your problem, Muyo-san. You. Are. Blind. You flail about in the dark, raving against whatever you might stumble into, even objects of your own design. While you claw away at a MOUNTAIN with your FINGERS and all the subtlety of running over someone with a car... or... striking one down with a STEEL CHAIR... *This last point is punctuated by Ghosthead rising up and kicking Ecosystem on his side causing him to cry out in pain as he flips over onto his back and clutches at his side.*Ghost - ... you DARE boast of profit? You think you have WON? *KICK!* While your pupil gives in to his hubris and an usurper absconds with your company's top prize... you... stumble about in the dark... BLIND! *KICK!* *Ghosthead pulls Ecosystem up to his feet and pins him against a nearby wall with his forearm against Eco's throat. Tears from the burn in Ecosystem's eyes roll down his mist stained face. Ghosthead spits his next words through gritted, black stained, teeth.*Ghost - I TOLD you that Danny Taylor is mine! He is a great man who will not be felled by the small works of the BLIND! You could not possibly understand what it takes to be him! You stand near the edge of a raging volcano... and say it is hot! Fool. It is much more than that... if only you could see! You. Should. RUN!What else is there to say to one who is BLIND! *With that Ghosthead steps back and kicks Eco in the gut before pulling him up into a HORROR DRIVER on the concrete floor! OOWF staff and security try to intervene, but the ferocity in Ghosthead's eyes makes them hesitant. Ghosthead stands over Ecosystems still frame and then glares at everyone around him before withdrawing to the shadows, the camera fading to black.* |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:05:09 GMT -5
The crowd starts to clear around Eco as Tytan makes his way through. Tytan: (kneeling down next to Eco. Shaking his head.) You will never change will...always about business always about what's best for Eco. Eco: What have you come to rub it in like the rest of then, if that's the case then the Heck with you too. (Tytan helps up Eco.) Tytan: Look I just came to help you. Don't get me wrong, I still don't trust you. I think you know more about this WWE takeover then you let on. But still you keep on coming back and helping me out. Eco: I told you Tytan... Tytan: Save it Eco. I need to make sure you stay on a short chain. If I you are up to something I want to be the first one to know it. Eco: I see. You have become wiser that you were when you first got here. Tytan: I have learned a lot and I still have plenty to do. But whoever is responsible for the WWE getting acess to the OOWF and now Alex as a double champion, I am going to find out who it is and they will have me on there trail. Eco: Well keep me in the loop with what you find. Tytan: And as far as those of you I have to face come Mayhem. I have said it once and I will say it again. I don't care who I have to fight I will defend this title with honor and I will continue to make my way up the mountain and claim my place at the top. Eco: Strong words, but we will see how well you can do it on your own. I can help and make it quicker? Tytan: No, this time I do it my way. (The medics start checking Eco.) Tytan: Don't worry I still have some ideas. Eco: Good to hear. I am glad you still find me useful to you. Tytan: Well good to see you are okay. Eco: Thanks. Tytan walks off. |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:05:46 GMT -5
Mai Muyo is walking down the hallways with a lead pipe in hand when she passes by Tytan, who grabs her arm.Tytan: Where are you going with that? Mai: (shaking) I'm going to . . . I'm going to . . . Did you see what Junichiro did to Danny? I'm going to go beat some . . . some sense into him. Tytan: Ghosthead got to him first. Mai: Oh. Mai drops the pipe. Clang clang clang clang clang.
Mai: Is he . . . how hurt is he? I wasn't going to . . . Tytan: He'll be okay. He got knocked around but good though. (Tytan observes Mai's face.) You're upset, and you should go be with Danny. Not doing anything you'll regret come next Christmas. Mai nods, awkwardly pats Tytan on the shoulder.
Mai: I . . . thanks. Mai runs off while Tytan shakes his head.
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:07:35 GMT -5
Ecosystem comes storming into his office to see Firewoman there, slumped in a chair, feet up on his desk, smoking. His anger flares and then he supresses it as curiousity gets the better of him. He covers with fake cheeriness.Eco: Fire! To what do I owe this honor? FW: You know, usually this PPV...it's a rough one. Eco: It's not like your match was easy... FW: No, no...I meant....that was the foundation of Trinity. Eco: Yes! Wow that was a moment. Blazing white lights, blinding everyone, and you appeared...you looked SO beautiful, all in white, just like a bride, and--- Ecosystem stops abruptly.Eco: Well, um...I guess it's not as pleasant a memory for you. FW: No. Eco: Sorry. Don't you have a therapist to talk over this angst with? FW: It's not that......did you hear what...he said? Eco: Who? FW: Alexander. To me.......do you think that's what he really thinks? Is that what everyone things? Ecosystem starts to look uncomfortably at his desk, his attention drawn to something.FW: I mean, I've worked damn hard to get to where I am now, and I have never traded...favors for.....things.....EVER. That's too triggering from my past with my mom and I would not....what? Ecosystem looks up, seething.Eco: What? Fire....are we friends? FW: Um....no...but we're .... I don't know what we are, just the weird sort of similar kind of crazy that -- Eco: See, I call that friends. I know you don't, and I try to respect that...in fact, I've done NOTHING but try to respect your little needs and fragile psyche and whatever for quite a while now. FW: Whoa....where is this coming from? Eco: So much so that you feel comfortable coming in here....into MY office...crying on my shoulder about that idiot you married... FW: Juni, I...wait, is this about the smoke? Sorry, I'll put it out-- Eco: NO FIRE IT IS NOT ABOUT THE SMOKE! Firewoman extinguishes it anyway.FW: Geez, Juni, what-- Eco: This...THIS, FIRE.....DO YOU RECOGNIZE THIS? Ecosystem thrusts a small stack of papers into her face.FW: Oh...that....that is....um-- Eco: Let me help you finish that sentence. A "betrayal?" maybe? A "stab in the back" perhaps? FW: How did you get that? Eco: Don't change the subject. Now it is Fire's turn to hit the rage.
FW: Where. Did. You. Get. That. Eco: On my desk. FW: JUNI~! Eco: It turns out, that Billy Corgan has this nasty streak of integrity, so when a particular talent approaches HIM about signing with his company, he reaches out to the GM of their original company to make sure everything's on the up and up....I don't understand it, myself, but-- FW: Juni, it's just a plan B. Eco: Plan B? FW: In case....in case this doesn't work out and WWE wins....I'm not staying here to play third or fourth fiddle to NXT, Main Event, and whatever else.... Eco: So you have NO hope. YOU are the one leading this little crusade.... FW: It SHOULD BE YOU!!! Or Stank, or LD, or Moose, or.....but no, it falls to me, the least likely and least qualified to be a leader we have. Don't get me wrong, I am going to fight like HELL....I am freakin' allies with CHLOE NEAL for gods' sakes...THAT is how serious I am about this. But I didn't survive everything I've survived thus far by not having a way out. I ALWAYS have a way out and I ALWAYS land on my feet. This is no different. Ecosystem grows quiet, and walks around the desk. He and Fire stand toe-to-toe.Eco: Actually, Fire, this is VERY different. THIS time, it's ME you've turned your back on. Don't think I won't remember that. Ecosystem storms out. Firewoman cracks her neck and sighs before leaving to go wherever else. |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:10:15 GMT -5
We see a smirking Matt Folz standing backstage next to SFJ 12. SFJ12: Matt, what is your reaction to winning your match last night? MF: Well, Erin, I'm shocked. I mean I didn't have a chance in hell last night, didn't you hear Eco's promo before the match? I didn't have a shot with he and Chris working together, who could have foreseen their egos blowing up and costing them? Oh... wait, EVERYONE IN THE DAMN WORLD saw that coming, my mistake. I was both lucky and good, I knew that situation would implode and I took advantage of it. SFJ12: Due to the stipulations heading into your match last night, you now have the right to challenge at any time for any Championship you want. MF: That's correct. SFJ12: Could you give the OOWF fans some sense of where you're leaning? MF: No disrespect to the Onslaught Championship or the Intercontinental Championship, I know exactly how hard it is to win and to defend those Championships and I don't treat them lightly. But there are only 2 realistic options I'm looking at. Option 1: There's no time limit on this thing right? I'd have to clarify with the board of directors, but to my understanding I can use this at any time. So there's nothing preventing me from going to Mai..... because who the fuck else am I going to trust, going back to training with her, teaming up for a month or 2 to get our timing completely down and then BAM. I cash in this shot on the Saints, or LD/Stank, or Strength in Silence or whoever are the tag champs at the time and try to complete my Grand Slam. That's a feasible and perfectly realistic scenario. And I'm not going to lie, I do kind of like the sound of it. SFJ12: And what's the second option? MF: Last night was one of the darkest nights in the history of this company. When Darling was champion here before he was always an egocentric asshole but at least you knew he cared about the company. Now he's a fucking Sports Entertainer who intends to use the most prestigious Championship in this industry as a fucking prop, and that pisses me the fuck off. So yeah, you bet your ass I'm considering challenging him. SFJ12: Which way are you leaning? MF: I have a gut feeling which way I want to go, but I'm keeping my options open. I will consult with my wife, Mai and other friends and make my decision when I'm ready. SFJ12: One more question. What is the status of your alliance with Firewoman? MF: (Laughs) What alliance? Mai, Tytan, Tommy, Miranda and myself haven't heard a word from Fire lately, she clearly decided to throw her lot in with the Saints. Ok, fine, I get that, I understand loyalty. But let me be completely honest here: THEY DROPPED THE BALL LAST NIGHT! Seriously?? You left the ring? You didn't anticipate Royalty pulling that type of shit last night? Jesus Christ, your entire plan was to protect the Championships at all costs and yet you left and let Royalty steal it. Job well done guys. And now it comes out that Fire's been negotiating with another company for who knows how long? Way to have faith in your company there Lisa. Folz storms off without another word as we....... FADE |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:10:45 GMT -5
Tommy Wilder skates into the training area, where Miranda Williams is punching and kicking the living CRAP out of a heavy bag. Her eyes are red, and she looks like she hasn’t slept. She finishes off the flurry with a brutal reverse kick, and lets out a primal scream! MW: Filho da puta, como eu poderia ser tão estúpido ... vai matar que Chloe cadela.... TW: Uh... Should I come back later??? Miranda slumps to the ground MW: I’m sorry Tommy. I blew it. All of this is my fault. My fault! TW: Whoa whoa whoa, partner! What are you talking about? MW: WE LOST! Not just a chance to be champions, but I costs us our TEAM! TW: Um. For 90 days. We can swing 90 days haning upside down. I think I have hung upside down 90 days... MW: Stop it! I’m serious! TW: Me too – what were you supposed to do, let Crazypants end your career? Look – you are a GREAT partner, and in 90, we’ll jet right back up so fast Moosie’s head will explode. So take advantage of the 90 – make it a good thing! MW: HOW? I...MESSED....UP. TW: (Laughing) Have you ever watched me? How often do I wipe out, going all or nothin? Look – we made a name as Crash and Burn – now go and defend THAT (points at the belt on her bag) and go get another one. MW: And you? TW: I got a couple of things on my bucket list. First I need to go grab someone’s attention. Wild Style. MW: Do I want to know? TW: Probably not... I do gotta hit the waves, first – the NZ has some of the best waves in the world – I can’t miss that! (Wilder starts to leave – then stops) TW: ‘Randa, no matter what – win, lose, whatevs – I got your back. Not too many folks in this biz you can count on to go all out, every time for the team. Who will have your back, no matter how bad the road is. Tag, singles, scrambles, fights, brawls, off the walls – Crash and Burn ain’t splitting up as a team. As friends, either. Beleive it. Now go light ‘em up, partner. (Tommy kicks up is board and skates down the hall) MW: Go big, Tommy. And thanks. |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:11:22 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PPC0kTWaE7I*The Murphys are drinking pints of Guinness while thinking about what Jack of the Hinterlands would do * Dee: Strength in Silence, you have our attention. |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:11:57 GMT -5
**L.D. Williams is sitting at Ric's when Miranda sits down across from him.** M: "Dad." LDW: "Daughter. Seen the lineup yet?" M: "Yeah. I'm tagging with some washed up has-been. You?" LDW: "They teamed me with some young punk who thinks she knows how to wrestle." **They lock eyes, and Miranda breaks first - giggling. L.D. smiles.** LDW: "You and Wilder work things out?" M: "It's Tommy. He doesn't blame me. This is just a pause for us. Crash and Burn will be back." LDW: "Good." M: "It's too bad the night ended the way it did." LDW: "Yep. Royalty got the best of us. Made us all look like fools by doing exactly what we expected them to. You'd almost think we did it on purpose." M: "Are you telling me that this is all part of a Saints plan?" LDW: "Yep." M: "Really? What is it?" LDW: "What's what?" M: "The plan." LDW: ",,,there isn't one." M: "But-" LDW: "No parent likes to screw up in front of their kid, 'Randa. We blew it. We saw it coming, but we didn't move fast enough. That's on us." M: "And now Alex has the championship." LDW: "For the time being. Either he brings it back Wednesday night and Stan feeds it to him, or we take a trip to Connecticut and drag his ass back here to lose it. We're down at the moment, but we're far from done." M: "And we get to face Alexis and Carter." LDW: "You remember what your Grandmother taught you when you were a little girl?" M: "Fighting dirty?" LDW: "Practice up." <fade> |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:12:30 GMT -5
Standing backstage talking on his iPhone 6Plus is The Crusher Stan Fulton. He hangs up. Waits a few minutes and Stank and LD Williams arrive.
SF: "Hey guys."
Sta: "Stan."
LDW: "Crusher."
Sta: "Why did you call?"
SF: "Let's wait a sec. Shouldn't be long until..."
Moose and Chloe arrive.
MHJ: "What's this about, Stan?"
C: "Getting your gold back, right? Nothing's more important now."
SF: "Oh I can think of at least one right now. But let's not discuss it here. Let's go back to our room."
The Saints walk back to their locker room with the ninja-cam in tow. As they walk through their door...
SF: "Sorry, OOWF-TV. Not this time."
Fulton pulls a device from his shirt pocket, flips a switch and....
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:13:12 GMT -5
Mai is in the hospital, holding Danny’s hand.
Mai: They tell me the ImPACT test didn’t look good. Danny is groggy, but vaguely nods.
Mai: You’re going to have to stay away for a while, won’t you? Another weak nod.
Mai: I just – I want to say I’m sorry I couldn’t stop him, but I’m even more sorry, because maybe I could have, but my mom was telling me to give him space and, I’m just so sorry – Danny puts a finger to her lips. He points to the bag connected to his IV cord and shrugs.
Mai: Blood is . . . oh, blood is complicated. You’re right. It is. It doesn’t excuse me, though. Danny pauses, and nods, as to agree, but he squeezes her hand anyway. Mai looks down, and they stay in silence for a bit. Mai’s phone rings.
Mai: Oh, I’m so sorry – Danny gestures for her to take it.
Mai: I’ll only be a minute. ( Mai picks up.) Hi, I’m in a hospital and I’m not supposed to take calls in here – Bray Wyatt: It was cold what your brother did. Mai: ( whispering) Bray. Wyatt: The product of a cold, black heart. The blood of this world is pumped through cold black hearts like his. But you don’t only share the blood of this world, you share his blood. That ice cold blood pumps through your veins as well. Mai: You don’t know me, and this is not the time. Wyatt: I see you. Holding Danny’s hand, trying to draw his last bit of warmth – Mai: How do you – Wyatt: Never mind how I see you. I will see you closer next week. But in the meantime, I want you to take all the time you want with Danny. I want you to look at what turning the other cheek gets you. And if you insist – insist! – on following the teachings of that carpenter boy of Nazareth, then girl, you better focus on reading the part where He gets his whip. Because we’re gonna be turning all the moneychangers out of the temples. *click*
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:14:03 GMT -5
(It's late at night as we see a light go out in the Strength in Silence suite. The door opens and we see Power, somewhat disheveled, t-shirt, short jeans shorts, and what looks like a rag in her back pocket. It looks like she has a protein shake in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. Though calmer than earlier, she still looks agitated. She looks back toward the bed and hears a soft snoring. She weakly smiles. As she turns to walk away she sees INCy and just starts talking as she walks.)So much more than I ever thought possible, but so far from where I want to be. He is such a blessing...and yet, a curse. No, the curse is thousands of miles away. Why she still feels the need to try to control me when her life is changing so much...but my life is changing more and more each day. Nate, I meant what I said about Chloe. She's been a pain in my ass for entirely too long. Y'all are still afraid of what will happen when we both get into the ring, yet you put her and Fire in the ring and no one died...amazingly. So give me Chloe. Give her to me. This needs to end. (Power exits the building, downs the protein shake and jumps into a car, and INCy also enters. She tears out of the parking lot and drives out of town into the country.) Murphys, congratulations. You stole one, thanks to my sister. I'm glad Shane and I have your undivided attention, because this is not at all personal. We NEED our Tag Team Championships back. Moose and Chloe can't continue to have their way. The Saints must be stopped, and we will do anything to get back at them...anything. So bring all your Jacks, bring Jack of the Hinterlands, Beyond of Back Jack, Jack Daniels, Jack Nicholson, Jack Johnson, Captain Jack Sparrow, Jack in the Box, bring a Jack Russel Terrier, bring your Magic Jack so you can call for a lifeline... (The car screeches to a halt near a seedy, run down building. A lot of screaming and yelling is coming from within.)We'll be ready. Now, if you excuse me... (Power throws back the bottle of water and reaches into her pocket, and that rag appears to be a mask.)...I have me some training to do. (Power puts on the mask and exits the car. She walks into the building and the cameras fade.) |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:14:43 GMT -5
*Eco is in his office, sitting at his desk, flanked by two OOWF security guards, when his secretary walks in.* Secretary: Sir, there's a gentleman named Ando here to see you. Eco> Who? Secretary: He says he knows you from the Online Onslaught message boards. Eco: I have no time to deal with peons. Get rid of him. *The secretary walks out, flanked by the security guards. Eco gets back to work, but moments latter his concentration is disrupted by a large belch. He turns to see Outback Jack behind him, drinking Fosters Lager from a large can.* Eco: What the hell! How did you get in here? OBJ: Don't throw a wobbly, mate. Remember how the Destroyitarium had that alarm for disruptions in the space-time continuum? Ever wonder how or why it got there? Eco: No, I usually just scrolled through Blown Spot's and FF Capslock's promos back then... *sees Kayfabe glaring* ...er, yes, I always did wonder about that. OBJ: Well, one of Wally's mates was tinkering around with it and activated something that caused the rightful owner to show up. *A tall man with curly hair, wearing a very long multicolored scarf, steps up next to Outback Jack. (It's Dr. Who as played by Tom Baker.) Behind him, we see a policeman's call box in a corner of the office* Dr: Would you like a jelly baby? Eco:... Dr: I suppose not. Eco: So Jack, now that I know how you got here, mind telling me why? here to chastise me about Danny, or the WWE invasion, or to lobby for your kids to get title shots. OBJ: My kids can earn title shots on their own, and that's how they want it. As for the WWE, I'm retired from wrestling. I'm flat out like a lizard drinking running my station back home. As for Danny, well, I know he's going to want to handle things his way. Eco: So why did you come here. OBJ: I remember the guy who started the OOWF. I was wondering if he was still here. Eco: And? OBJ: And now I've got to go. *Drinks beer, belches, crushes Foster's can* That was Australian for I'm as dry as a dead dingo's donger. Let's find a boozer, mate. *OBJ and Dr. Who get into the Tardis, which disappears* |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:16:58 GMT -5
A ninjacam is bouncing through the bowels of the arena, kind of giving you a first-person perspective of the path it is taking. There's the usual weird basement sounds, but eventually one kind of stands out, a somewhat irregularly-rhythmic banging noise. It is faint at first, but then gets louder as the ninja cam gets closer. We go towards a room where it looks like lights are flashing, and the banging begins to sound more like the shattering of wood. The ninja cam slows down, and then around the corner we can see that the flashing caused by a single light bulb swinging wildly as it gets pushed about by the lone occupant who is apparently using several pallets that are conveniently stacked in such a way that they can be convenient punching targets for at least three or four punches before they are shattered. The camera then turns to the occupant, Firewoman. It is unclear how long she's been down here. There are a lot of pallets in pieces, but there are a lot more waiting to be given the same treatment. Her knuckles and fists are covered in blood, and it spatters a bit with each punch she makes. With each punch she is saying something but only some of it is audible.FW: Stupid plan..........* punch* *punch* *shatter*.....................stupid ambitious jerk....who needs two titles......* punch punch punch* *shatter*....... It kind of goes on like this for a while, and Fire shows no signs of letting up, until she hears a voice.V: Your rage is not as deeply buried as you would let on. Firewoman pauses for a second and turns to see Ghosthead standing there.FW: What do you want? GH: I am doing my brother a favor. He is looking for you. Something about being late for your morning run...again. FW: Oh....what time is it? GH: It is far too early for me to be awake. May I ask, what have these pallets done to you? FW: Cute. It's called "transference." I can't punch who I want to punch, so..... GH: I see. Psychobabble. FW: Well, that's what Dr. Freedman calls it. I call it sympathetic magic. GH: To whom would you like to inflict this level of damage? FW: You want the whole list or just the top ten? GH: Indulge me. FW: Fine. * one final punch to shatter a pallet that was still barely together* There's Eric O'Mac and my ex, Jericho, who I THOUGHT was all over everything, but apparently is not, for starting this stupidity in the first place. I have one general manager, who, from what I hear, is a complete pushover in the board room. The other one, who is incidentally founder of the company, is too busy with his own personal projects to even NOTICE that his promotion is slipping through his fingers, and when he gets reminded of such, blames everyone ELSE. I have a husband whose own ambition has blinded him to.... Fire pauses. Ghosthead waits as she beats down another defenseless pallet.FW: I have a whole locker room of people who either don't see that this could all be gone tomorrow, in a blink of an eye, or don't care. Or want someone ELSE to do something about it, and then get all pissed off when things don't go according to plan. GH: So....there is a plan? FW: There is. GH: I don't suppose you are going to tell me what it is. FW: I....I can't....not yet. I mean...I don't think I can. I don't know, there's so many moving parts to keep track of and almost everyone has to be kept in the dark until-- GH: And are things going according to it? The plan? Firewoman stops and thinks. FW: Well...mostly....I didn't .... Alex being double champ was not.....but yes, mostly. GH: Then there is no need to worry. FW: Jared.....I'm not a leader. I never have been. Yet, here I am, trying to convince people to trust me when I say things are going to work out, even after.... GH: You blame yourself for your husband winning the OOWF World Championship. Firewoman looks down for a minute then back up.FW: Yes. And no. I mean...it's not as....I don't think it's as big a setback as.....we just can't have anyone else WWE..... Fire appears to think for a minute.FW: Wait...don't have you some philosophy about following one's true nature or something? GH: ...I guess if one were to summarize it crudely..... FW: I think....I think I know what has to come next..... GH: And that is? FW: The best defense is a good offense. GH: Do we get to know what that means? FW: Yes...I mean...I have to finalize stuff...after a run....Running helps me think. But...so does punching...um...am I babbling? GH: A little, yes. FW: Okay, well, that will go away after a run too....is Lucas waiting for me? GH: Yes but.... FW: I can work some of it out with him....thanks, Jared. GH: I am not certain what I did-- FW: Doesn't matter. I guess being an actual live person to vent to, maybe. GH: Perhaps. Firewoman leaves and Ghost follows her.GH: Firewoman FW: Yes? GH: Before you go running, it would be wise to have your hands tended to. FW: Huh? For the first time, Fire looks and sees her extremely bloody fists. She looks at them like she's never seen them before.FW: Oh.....yeah, I probably should. GH: I shall tell my brother to meet you in the trainers' room. FW: Seems like that would be best. At the end of the hallway, they each go a different direction. |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:17:32 GMT -5
*Dre Gaines walks out of the Spin Hansen Memorial Training Center and is met by SFJ#77 SFJ#77: I'm here with the newest OOWF roster member, Dre Gaines. Dre: Hey girl, how ya doin'? SFJ#77: Great, so tell me, what brought you to the OOWF? Dre: I'm here to be a champion. I'm here to be one of the all-time greats. And I am here to have a good time doin' it SFJ#77: I see. Dre: Say, you wanna show me around maybe? You know, Kick it with Dre G a while? * Dre flashes his soon to be trademarked big smile and we fade... * |
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Post by firewoman on Aug 19, 2018 10:18:16 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Christchurch, New Zealand December 31, 2014 DRE GAINES vs. KIWI JOEJoe is already in the ring, and no longer a crowd favorite, having just turned on his ANZAC partner Clive Cassowary. The crowd boos Joe loudly, but perks up when Dre Gaines music hits. The OOWF newcomer makes his way to the ring and steps over the top rope. He moves to the middle of the ring and the referee calls for the bell. Gaines extends his hand and Joe takes it, then backhands him with the other. Big mistake. Gaines keeps hold of Joe, pulls him toward him and hits the DROP IT G STYLE! Gaines covers, one…….two…….THREE! What a debut! WINNER in :08 – Dre Gaines TOMMY WILDER vs. MATT FOLZ vs. GHOSTHEADFirst out is Tommy Wilder, who sprints down the ramp and circles the ring before leaping to the each top turnbuckle to salute the crowd. Next is Matt Folz, who is all business, but still cracks a smile at the cheers as he makes his way to the ring. Last out is Ghosthead, to a more somber, but still a positive reaction. All three meet in center ring, Tommy and Matt bump knuckles, then Tommy offers Jared a knucklebump. Ghost stares at Wilder for a moment, then looks at Folz, nods and points at Matt. Wilder shrugs and heads to his corner as the bell rings. Ghost and Matt start out technical, working for an advantage… Matt catches Ghost with a knee to the gut, slips behind and tosses Ghost with a release German suplex – both men get to their feet, Ghost charges but ducks a clothesline attempt and delivers one of his own coming off the ropes! Matt gets to his feet, and jumps over a leg sweep attempt by Ghost, who crosses back with a kick to the gut from the mat! Folz staggers from the kick, Wilder tags himself in and leaps to the top rope, springing over Folz and delivers a flying forearm shot as Ghost gets to his feet! Wilder lets Ghost get to his feet, and as they close to lock up Ghost strikes first with a wicked chop across the chest. Gutwrench throw, and as Wilder gets to his feet, Ghost drives him into a corner with a running splash, then a pair of hard elbow shots to the head. He whips Wilder to the opposite corner, charges for another splash, but Wilder sidesteps, grabs Ghost and delivers 3 rolling German suplexes the final one a release, sending Ghosthead into the turnbuckles! Both men are down, and Folz reaches out and tags out Ghosthead. Folz goes to work on Wilder, keeping him mostly grounded with a clinic of suplexes, never giving him a chance to catch his breath, and keeping Ghost out of the match. He grabs Wilder’s arm, starts to set up an arm trap suplex, Wilder reverse into a armdrag, but hangs onto Folz’s arm, rolling through the move to his feet on the other side of the ring, then leaping over the top rope for the Bungee Bounce! Wilder hops back on to the apron, leaps over the top rope for a flying DDT, he misses the blind tag by Ghosthead, who leaps to the top turnbuckle, and nearly blasts Wilder’s head off with a top rope flying kick! Ghost grabs Folz for a Graveyard smash, Folz reverses into a Northern Lights suplex! The crowd is roaring their approval as the three tear it up for the next 15 minutes, each landing bigger and harder hitting moves – the referee has decided to put aside the tag aspect of the match, and it breaks down into a 3 way dance – Floz’s technical expertise, Ghosthead’s hybrid of strong style and catch as catch can, and Wilders high flying! At the 25 minute mark, Folz sends Ghosthead out of the ring, then crushes Tommy with a spinebuster – cover – 1,2… Wilder kicks out! He picks Wilder up, whips him to the ropes – as Folz goes for a backdrop, Wilder leapfrogs, then dives over the top rope at Ghosthead, who sidesteps, and Wilder hits nothing but floor! Ghost picks Wilder up for what looks like a apron to floor facebuster, but Folz graps Ghost and deadlift suplexs him back into the ring! Folz covers, Ghost kicks out at one! Folz rolls Ghost over and locks in a Tazzmission! Ghost can’t reach the ropes, but he managers to roll Folz onto his back into a pinning predicament, forcing Folz to release the hold! NIGHT TERROR by Ghosthead! COVER – 1..2… And Wilder is off the top rope – STOMP THE LANDING ON BOTH GHOST AND FOLZ! Ghost rolls off of Folz, holding his back, Folz is down and Wilder climbs to the top – AIRWALK on Folz! 1…2…3 Winner at 32:30 – Tommy Wilder! STRENGTH IN SILENCE vs. MURPHY’S LAWBoth teams are introduced and Power and DK go nose to nose in the middle of the ring. Shane steps between them and demands that Power head to the apron. She does, reluctantly, and Shane and Dee start things off and we get some very nice chain wrestling. DK gets tagged in, but the match remains clean. The fans are warming up to Strength in Silence once again, and when Power gets tagged back in, she seems to be taken in by the athleticism of the match and keeps things clean. Power and DK jockey for position and end up in the corner, the referee calls for a clean break, but neither is willing to let go, and soon enough, tempers flare and punches start flying. Dee and Shane come into the ring to try and separate the two of them, and somehow Power catches an elbow to the side of the head from DK that opens a gash above her eye and sends her out of the ring. On the outside, Power snaps, she grabs a chair and slides back into the ring and goes after the Murphy’s, but they bail. Power storms around the ring with a crazy look in her eyes, Shane grabs her from behind and spins her around and Power swings the chair and stops just inches from Shane’s head. She finally realizes what happened and drops the chair and shakes her head. Shane tries to hug her, but she brushes him off and heads for the ropes. WINNER – No Contest in 9:20 Before Power can leave the ring though, the OOTron crackles to life, and we see Chloe standing there with a demented smile on her face. one, to the Saints are comin’ for you
Three, four, you can’t run no more
Five, six, gonna end you quick
Seven, eight, it’s already too late
Nine, ten…..never wrestle again
Hi sis. The wheels are really coming off aren’t they? It’s ok dear Edra, don’t fight it. This is how it’s meant to be. Dump the dead weight……….and come home. Come home to Jack and I. Before it’s too late<Chloe breaks into maniacal laughter and the image fades, Power trembles with rage and leaves the ring and heads to the back> ALEXIS DARLING & CHRISTIAN CARTER vs. LD WILLIAMS & MIRANDA WILLIAMSThis one is a pure brawl from the start. The two sides attack one another before the bell rings, and the bell does little to stop them. It actually settles into something resembling a tag team match, but only barely. The Williams’ unleash a metric-fuck ton of CANADIAN VIOLENCE on Royalty. LD and Carter tumble out of the ring and LD shows Carter why there is no one better in the OOWF than him. Inside the ring, Miranda goes toe to toe with Alexis and more than holds her own. Lexie gets in a cheap shot and turns Miranda over in the MONEY CLIP, but Miranda reverses it and turns it into the SHARPSHOOTER! The crowd roars thinking there will be a submission, but Rory Albright and Alexander Darling race to the ring to break things up, drawing the DQ. WINNERS in 10:54 by disqualification – LD Williams & Miranda Williams The fight doesn’t stop there though, the Saints rush out to back up LD and Miranda and soon enough Royalty is beating a hasty retreat before the numbers game gets them in trouble. LD, Miranda, Stank, Stan and Fire all retreat, Miranda keeps away from the rest of the Saints making it very clear she wants nothing to do with them, but seems pretty jazzed about getting a win with her dad. Moose and Chloe remain in the ring SAINTS OF SINNERS vs. ECOSYSTEM & CHRIS EVANS – Non-Title MatchEvans and Eco are announced, but no one comes out. Give the events of the pay per view though, that is not very surprising. They are announced again, and still nothing. The referee is about to announce that the Saints win via forfeit when Strength in Silence storm the ring and attack! Power goes after Chloe while Shane attacks Moose. Power has a crazed look in her eyes as she hammers her sister with punches and kicks and claws at her. Shane drops Moose in the corner and charges in and connects with a knee to the jaw. Jack rolls out of the ring and grabs the titles off the announce table. Shane and Power try to double team Chloe, but Moose grabs her by the leg and pulls her out of the ring. Chloe is wild with anger and tries to get back into the ring, but Moose holds her back. Power screams for Chloe to get back into the ring, but Moose pulls her away and they back up the ramp to the back. WINNER – by forfeit – Saints of Sinners TYTAN vs. RORY ALBRIGHT vs. STANK vs. SPIDER MCNULTY – OOWF Onslaught Championship Fatal Four WayTytan gets a hard fought win, match TBAL FIREWOMAN vs. MAI MUYO – OOWF Intercontinental Title Match“Who’s Gonna Fight For The Weak, Who’s Gonna Make Them Believe?” “Hero” by Skillet plays over the PA system as Mai Muyo comes out to the stage. She ignites a flash of flash paper overhead, somersaults forward and smiles before making her way down the ramp slapping hands. She enters the ring, and perches on the turnbuckle, waiting. The Intercontinental Champion Firewoman is out next, raising her championship aloft as the crowd gives her mostly cheers, though a couple fans are wary. Razz: Look at Mai Muyo, her eyes are absolutely fixed on Firewoman. Russ: I think they’re absolutely fixed on the Intercontinental Championship, what Mai has called “her baby.” Firewoman notices the gaze, and Russ’s statement is born out as Mai’s eyes follow the belt as handed to the referee, before she turns around to face Firewoman. The two nod and lock up, Firewoman gaining the upper hand with an armbar, Mai with the armdrag, Fire up to her feet quickly, blocks a second armdrag, armdrags Mai back. Mai up quickly, Fire goes for another, Mai blocks, one more of her own – and a SHARP kick to Firewoman’s back! Mai isn’t playing here, as Firewoman gets up and backs against the ropes – and Mai flies in a knee to the face! Mai into the cover quickly, only good for one, but Firewoman rolls out of the ring. Mai goes to the opposite ropes, bounds off, suicide dive, but Firewoman dodges as Mai goes into the guardrail – but Ms. Muyo perches on it, Morrison-style, and comes off with a kick to Firewoman! Mai backs up for a charge to Fire, but Firewoman ducks under and lifts Mai, who comes down FACE FIRST on the steel steps! Fire pays Mai back one swift kick, then rolls back into the ring to reset and recover. The referee gets to five before Mai makes her way back up to the mat – but Firewoman comes right at her with a shoulder tackle, but Mai sidesteps – Fire stops herself on the ropes, but Mai catches Fire with the rolling Paige kicks – or she does, until Fire trips her leg up and she falls to the mat below! Fire goes to the outside, jump and stomp to the ribs of Mai Muyo! Now she rolls Mai into the ring, into the cover: 1-2-Mai POWERS out! The larger Mai Muyo throws Fire off her (who admittedly didn’t hook the leg), and gets up enraged, catching Firewoman with a series of vicious forearms and surprisingly forcing her to use a rope break. The two go at each other from here with a series of strikes – Fire manages to Matrix one spin kick, but Mai catches her around the neck, looking for the END-IS-HERE, but Fire reverses into a PERFECTLY ADEQUATE DIAMOND CUTTER! Good for a two-count—until Mai shoulders out by grabbing Fire’s head and pulling down into her leg – TRINITARIAN CHOKE! Fire is forced to again grab the ropes, and Mai holds on until the count of four, when she finally breaks. Mai backs up, calling for the Now! Kick Sequence – Mai comes at Fire hard, crowd shouting “NOW!” with every kick, but Firewoman ducks the final spinning kick, sticks her head between Mai’s legs and lifts – ELECTRIC CHAIR! Mai rolls over, stunned – Firewoman comes off the ropes, running FIRESTOMP to Mai Muyo! That’s gotta be all: 1-2-NO! Mai Muyo kicks out! Firewoman looks incredulous before she grabs Mai by the neck and pulls her into her own Triangle Choke, LAST CHANCERY! Mai is much further from the ropes than Firewoman was, and looks to be fading fast . . . until her eyes suddenly flash open, and she SCREAMS IN RAGE! Razz: What the heck was that sound? Is Lesnar hiding in her throat? Mai Muyo picks up Firewoman with one arm as the crowd gasps – but IN SOVIETY RUSSIA, MAI MUYO CAN’T POWERBOMB YOU! Fire nails Mai hard in the fac and drops down, bounds off the ropes, HUGE Clothesline to turn Mai inside out! Firewoman goes up to the top rope for the Best Firesault EVAR! – but as she flips backwards, Mai rolls out of the way! Fire lands on her feet, somehow, but Mai hooks Firewoman around the waist – MAI TIME! Mai Time Bridging German Suplex to Firewoman – but the stunned Mai has her shoulders to the mat too! Fire feels it and rolls just one shoulder up before three – giving her credit for the three count. Winner in 7:22 . . . and STILL Intercontinental Champion . . . Firewoman. Mai leaps up in excitement, but the referee explains to her what happened as Firewoman grabs her championship quickly on the outside. Mai falls to her knees on the mat, looking absolutely stunned. Firewoman looks at Mai, and rolls back into the ring, extending her hand to Mai. Mai stares up at Fire – or rather, at her championship. Firewoman prompts again for a handshake, and Mai slowly rises, shaking her hand – Fire smiles and messes with Mai’s hair, and Mai smiles . . . but Mai still looks at the championship as Firewoman exits. ALEXANDER DARLING vs. STAN FULTON – OOWF World Heavyweight Title MatchThe final match for the final OOWF Midweek Mayhem is finally here. Deathmøle’s “Fifty Goddamn Skeleton Warriors” starts playing over the arena’s speakers and out steps the challenger, The Crusher Stan Fulton, along with the Saints of Sinners. Fulton shakes their hands, hugs Chloe who’s got tears in her eyes, and nods to each as they walk back behind the curtain.
Fulton turns and hefts his axe handle over his shoulder and walks towards the ring very slowly. Fulton gets a few boos but overall the crowd is behind the former champion. Fulton slaps a few hands instinctually, but his eyes focus on the empty ring in front of him. His entrance song plays all the way through before he even gets near the ring steps.
Before he can climb into the ring, however, he’s dragged to the floor by the members of Royalty who swarm out of the crowd. Fulton’s axe handle is pulled out of his hands and Christian Carter uses it to beat the living daylights out of Fulton’s head while Alexis Darling stomps on Fulton’s ankles. Other members of Royalty assault Fulton in whatever way they can.
Fulton’s busted wide open and he’s got a 0.7 Muta going when Porcelain and the Tramps plays and out comes the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, Alexander Darling. Darling has both the OOWF title belt and WWE title belt joined at the strap hanging around his neck. He leisurely makes his way down the ring, all the while Royalty continue to lay into the big man.
As everyone wonders why the Saints haven’t shown up, a camera is dispatched to the back and we find the proverbial forklift parked right against the Saints locker room door. The camera pans back to the drivers’ seat and Ecosystem is climbing down from the chair rifling through a big wad of money. He cocks his head as the Saints batter the door from the inside, but just smiles and walks away.
Meanwhile back in the arena, the brutal beating of Fulton continues as Darling watches. He finally makes a motion and Royalty step away from Fulton who still has a bit of life in him as he tries to get to his knees. He cannot stand as Alexis has done a number on his ankles and we’re not sure he knows where he is as Carter has almost caved in his skull. Darling hands Alexis his belts and motions to the rest of Royalty to get Fulton up. They do and assist Darling to get Fulton into position... DARLING DRIVER on the concrete floor!
Darling wipes some of Fulton’s blood off him and motions for Royalty to get Fulton in the ring. Fulton’s unconscious so it takes a bit of work to get the big man rolled in. Darling steps through the ropes and Carter goes to grab the referee. Fulton’s flat on his back and not moving. Blood pools around his head and Darling tells the ref to ring the bell.
The ref refuses as Fulton’s in no capacity to answer the bell. Darling tells the referee who he is and what he is (champion, most important man in the business... you know the drill). Darling gets in real close and says something that the microphones cannot pick up. The ref gets real pale and finally nods and calls for the bell. Darling places a foot on Fulton’s chest and Carter pushes the ref to the mat at Darling’s other foot. The ref makes the count. ONE... TWO... THREE. Your winner by pinfall in 0:21 and still OOWF World Heavyweight Champion... ALEXANDER DARLING. Darling wipes his boots off on Fulton’s body... probably the legs as those are the least bloody... and sticks his arm out and the two title belts are placed in his hand. He makes one last disparaging look at Fulton and walks out of the ring. All of Royalty walk out of the arena while EMTs swarm the ring to help Fulton.
The EMTs get a neck brace on, cut away Fulton's shirt to get EKG electrodes attached and remove his boots and get his ankles and legs secured. The crowd, who were booing the roof off at Royalty have gone deathly quiet as the EMTs work to help Fulton.
Finally the Saints have managed to get out of their locker room and rush the ring only to be kept clear by Security as the EMTs continue to work on Fulton. Fulton’s head is bandaged and a back board is brought in the ring and the big man secured to it. Moose, Stank and LD help the EMTs carry Fulton’s board onto a gurney.
Fulton is starting to stir and the crowd cheers as they notice Fulton motion Moose over to him. Moose leans down and Fulton whispers something into his ear. Moose asks Fulton if he’s sure and Fulton responds. Moose looks Fulton in the eye and nods almost imperceptibly. The EMTs start to wheel the gurney to the back as the rest of the locker room has emptied and stood on the ramp.
Mai is in tears and Fire has her hand on Mai’s shoulder. Matt Folz looks both sad and angry at the same time. Most of the rest of the roster just watches as Stank and LD help the EMTs wheel the stretcher up the ramp as Chloe walks behind sobbing.
Moose looks back from the ring and picks up Fulton’s axe handle and rolls into the ring. Moose retrieves Fulton’s boots which were tossed to the side. He reverently places Fulton’s wrestling boots in the middle of the ring and lays Fulton’s axe handle against them. Moose drops back to sitting position in the corner and just stares for a moment at the boots and handle. After a time, Moose rolls out of the ring and storms up the ramp and past the rest of the roster who start to leave the arena one-by-one until the only person on the ramp is Folz.
Folz stares at the ring as the lights in the arena go dark except a lone spotlight shining down on the boots and axe handle in the ring which are covered in, and sitting in a pool of, blood.
Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action! Be sure to check out the Dance of Death 11 PPV January 25st Live! From Tirana, Albania! Don’t forget to catch next week’s OOWF Mid-Week Mayhem! Wednesday, January 7,, 2015, Live! From Nicosia, Cypress Did you see something you really liked? Post it here, in the 2015 Awards Reminder Thread. Please join us for OOWF Chat on Wednesday nights! And be sure to check out the full OOWF Archive and read up on the 10-year plus history of the OOWF! |
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