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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 14:26:18 GMT -5
<Stank STORMS~! into Bennett's office suite and slams his World Title belt down on Bennett's desk. Bennett and Moosehead Jack both jump up out of their chairs. Stank shoots Moose a look, then glares coldly at Bennett. This continues for several seconds before Bennett breaks the uncomfortable silence.>
LJB - Mr. Mann
Stank - You may have half this roster deluded, but you don't. fool. me.
LJB - I'm not aware of any deception on my part.
<Stank chuckles>
Stank - Then be aware of this... keep the Midnight Sons OUT of your little dog and pony show.
LJB - The Midnight Sons are grown men. I believe they're capable of making their own decisions.
MHJ - So I take it you're on Rick's side in this. That's a shame.
Stank - Oh Moose, make no mistake about it. I'm on MY side in this, as you are your own. Why don't you just heartpunch Rick and be done with it? This political bullshit is not like you.
LJB - If that is all you have come to say then collect your title and leave. I've got work to do.
Stank - I'm not finished.
LBJ - Mr. Mann I am not interested in hearing anymore threats from you.
Stank - Why don't you tell the truth about how and why the PHWF fell?
LBJ - I thought we thoroughly and quite spectacularly made our case back at January 16th's Mayhem.
Stank - Yes, I heard your little speech. But you seemed to have conveniently left out a ton of details, not the least of which, how you SHUT me out of the PHWF.
MHJ - Uh.. no. RICK shut you out by adding the no compete clause.
Stank - And from WHOM did you get that little nugget of disinformation?
<MHJ glances over at Bennett who raises his hand slightly and shoots Moose a reassuring look.>
Stank - Lock and I interviewed with PHWF officials on the same day... separate interviews. Lock was immediately accepted. Good, I was happy for him. You recall what we discussed... what you said to me on that day, L.J.?
LJB - ...
Stank - You're such a hack prick, Bennett. LOOK at me NOW asshole! I'M the OOWF WORLD Champion! DESPITE what you would like. DO I LOOK like I DON'T have what it takes?
MHJ - What the hell are you implying?
Stank - Ask your little tool here, Jack. There are certain... things that people like me have to put up with if we want to excel in this business. And you made sure I knew that didn't you Bennett? I know the score and I just hope the good for me outweighs the bad. I didn't want to ruin Lock's fun so I didn't tell him what took place on that day. I DECLINED your stupid little offer and I came back here and told Rick about our interview. THAT is when the no compete clauses were drafted into our contracts.
MHJ - What the hell is he talking about, Bennett?
LJB - Believe me my friend. I have no idea.
<Stank smiles.>
Stank - I've been in the corporate world Bennett. I learned a few things there that stuck with me. I never walk into a meeting unprepared... it's amazing what these little smartphones can do nowadays. They take pictures, you can go on the internet, and this particular smartphone is quite capable of recording conversations. That's right I have our interview on this phone. Shall I play it?
LJB - NO! What do want STANK!
Stank - Leave Drink and Destroy OUT of your little fucked up war. That includes the Midnight Sons.
LJB - ...
Stank - And should you take any action against me I deem unfair... like firing me or should I retain tonight, stripping me of the title... I play this little recording for the Board of Directors. I should do it anyway seeing as how you managed to fuck up any chances the PHWF had of becoming successful.
LJB - YOU play that recording for the board and it will RUIN your career!
Stank - That's a maybe... but it will DEFINITELY destroy yours. I was perfectly fine with seeing how all this played out from the sidelines. I hold no allegiances to anyone but me and my men. But you just HAD to go after the Sons didn't you?
MHJ - Stank I think you're making a big mistake here.
Stank - Jack the next time you want to piss on me then tell me it's raining... don't! I beat Crete plenty of times before the night I got this belt. Glaw's decisions are in the record books, but you and I both know the truth. We used each other that night and we BOTH got what we wanted out of the deal. That argument you came to me with holds jack shit over me. Had you simply approached me straight up, no bullshit, and asked me and my boys to join up with you, I may have been more than willing. I can understand why you want to take Rick down. But you Jack aren't exactly the issue. Your buddy here, is.
MHJ - Look, I don't care what's on that recording. The day is coming. That is a fact. There is nothing you can do to stop it. That is also a fact. You WILL have to choose a side in this war. Trust me.
Stank - Then it will be wise of you both not to make an enemy of me. This is your only warning. Now if you'll excuse me. I've got a match to prepare for.
<Stank grabs his title and walks out of Bennett's office.>
MHJ - I wondered why you didn't want me to try and recruit Stank personally into this. It didn't make any sense to me before now. Tell me what's on that tape?
LJB - Nothing we need to discuss.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 14:26:38 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland walks into the National Guard Armory in Buzzards Bay, MA. He sees Stank STORMING~! from somewhere*
DM: Hey Champ.
S: Davin.
DM: *wheels turning* Listen, Lucas; can we sit down and talk after Mayhem? I need some advice.
S: From me?
DM: Yeah. Shit's goin' down, Lucas...It's bigger than me. It's bigger than all of us.
S: Are you being delusional again?
DM: No, I'm totally on my meds.
S: Alright, well listen; we'll see how things go tonight, but I might have some time till we head out tomorrow. You know where to find me.
DM: Thanks, Champ.
*Stank and Davin go in opposite directions, and Ninja Camera follows Davin *with home crowd popping* to the Run DLP Locker Room, presented by Aquafina. He goes in, and Lucios and Phantos are watching tape.*
P: I'm soooooooo sick of tape. I wanna play Guitar Hero.
L: Darn it, Phantos, we're Cha...Davin? Where the heck have you been?
DM: *walking to the business part of the locker room* Busy.
L: Are you gonna talk about it?
DM: Not now. Later.
P: Davin? What's going on?
DM: *grabs his trusty rebar and tucks it in the waistband of his jeans* Stuff, P-Dawg. Stuff is going on. Shit's gonna go down sooner rather than later, kids; I hope you're ready.
L: We just won the Championships...
DM: I know, so you're distracted. Ever since I lost the Onslaught Title; I've been thinking a lot more clearly. Things are going on that are on a higher plane than winning or losing...
P: You didn't talk to Seraph, did you?
DM: HA! No. Listen, I gotta go get ready. good luck out there tonight Champs.
P: After tonight, you'll be Champ again too.
DM: Something tells me that's not gonna be the case tonight.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 14:27:03 GMT -5
Stank is walking out of LBJ's office when he runs into Donovan Viper. HE puts up his dukes.
St: You want to start this right now, I will start it right now, chump!
DV: Nah. I'll wait til we get in the ring.
St: Serious? You're not here to jump me and gain an advantage in your match?
DV: Nope. Gonna be fair and clean. Well, at least until the match starts. After the bell rings, if I find a way to use the chain, you know I will. Not gonna lie about that.
St: Huh, and I was beginning to think I was in bizarro-land. What's your deal?
DV: I just wanted to say... Don't play the tape.
St: Why not?
DV: As much as I'm obsessed with becoming World Champion, I've become equally obsessed with beating you for that World Championship. I don't want you to get stripped and then for it to be handed to me, the #1 contender.
St: You just told me that you'd have no problem cheating to win, but yet, you're saying you won't take the easy way out to get a championship? That's a crock of bull if I ever heard one. I mean, you are a sellout after all.
DV: I am NOT a sellout! I only joined LOADED so I can afford to get the title MY WAY. And that's with VIOLENCE. Simply put. I HATE YOU. And nothing would make me happier than to see that belt around my waist and not yours... well it doesn't fit around your fat waist, but you know what I'm saying. But at the same time, I want to you to suffer directly because of me. I don't want these white collar suit and tie fuckers to do it for me. I want to do it with my own two hands. I want you to leave that match bloody and beaten, looking up at the lights and telling yourself "So it's true. Donovan Viper is better than Stank." I want you to go home and mope about the fact that you lost your title to "That little insecure you suck and are banned, Donovan Viper." That means so much more than having them just take the title from you and handing it to me, without me even getting a punch in on you.
St: I hate to say it, but I'd rather have you beat me in the ring for the belt than have these assholes just strip me of the title too. Huh. You're more man than I thought, Viper.
DV: I'm ALL man, Stank.
St: You know...
DV: Yeah, yeah, yeah that did sound kinda gay, didn't it?
St: Well, yeah. Although I'm quite surprised I didn't get a "*pop* ow!" for pointing it out.
DV: You know what will surprise you even more?
St: What? (chain assisted) *POP* OW! (And Stank falls to the floor as Viper leaves) YOU'RE DEAD, VIPER! YOU HEAR ME? I WILL TEAR YOU APART TONIGHT, YOU HOMO BASTARD!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 14:27:27 GMT -5
As Viper scampers away, he bumps into Capellan.
"Cap. Good luck with your match on the weekend."
For once, Cap doesn't rise to the bait.
"I'd wish you the same, but it wouldn't do any good."
"... are you saying you think I'll lose?"
"I don't think it, I know it. I don't know what you think your 'plan' is, but these random elbows to Stank's face are just digging a pit for yourself."
"They weaken him -"
"Oh please, he'll be fully recovered by tonight."
"- mentally."
Capellan laughs out loud.
"Keep dreaming, Viper. An elbow or two is not going to put Stank off his game. It's just going to get you hurt."
"Oh, how sweet. You stopped to talk to me because you were concerned."
"No. To delay you."
"Del -"*WHAM*
A pissed off Stank appears out of nowhere and powerslams Viper into a convenient pile of clangy poles.
Stank and Cap exchange a look.
"Nice delay. But don't think this will get you special treatment if you beat Cole."
"Don't be insulting."
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 14:27:48 GMT -5
Skurge sits alone in the lockerroom contemplating the ramifications of what went down earlier – will the lovely and talented Dorothy Mantooth quit? Will she file a lawsuit? Will she simply refuse to sleep with Skurge?…
Skurge: Frankly, I think I’d rather deal with the lawsuit. SYB: What lawsuit? Skurge: Oh! Shit, man. Scared the hell oot of me. When’d you get back? SYB: Just now. What lawsuit are you talking aboot? Skurge: Nevermind. Just thinking oot loud. Noting to be concerned aboot. So, what “job” did Dorothy have for you? SYB: Wouldn’t you like to know? Skurge: I would, actually. That’s pretty much why I asked, smartass. SYB: Well, I could tell you, but I’d have to kill you. Skurge: *getting in SYB’s face* How aboot you tell me and try it? SYB: Whoa there, big fella. Let’s calm it doon a bit, eh? Skurge: Calm it doon? Calm it DOON? You set me up, you bastard! You made me look like a total jackass perv in front of Dorothy – and we both know I’m no perv! SYB: Hey – remember your match at End of Days III? Remember making me do calis-fucking-thenics during the match? Remember making me do jumping jacks after the match? Skurge: Heh. Yeah, that was fun. SYB: So was setting you up. It’s called revenge, bitch. Deal with it. Skurge: You’re kidding, right? You exposed me to a potential sexual harassment lawsuit because your lazy ass had to do some jumping jacks? You stupid fuck. You complete and utter asshole. I should drop you right here, right now. SYB: Um…You’re not going to, though, are you? Skurge: … SYB: … Skurge: … SYB: Dude. Come on. It was funny. Skurge: You know what? You’re right. It was funny. Incredibly stupid, but funny. SYB: Yeah, it was. Look, don’t treat me like a fucking lackey, and I won’t pull shit like this on you. Skurge: Sounds fair enough. Okay, what are we going to tell Dorothy? SYB: Fuck man, I don’t know. You’re pretty much on her shit list right now. She told me earlier that she might not even come oot to ringside tonight. It’s totally up in the air. Skurge: Fuck. Tonight. I completely forgot we had a match. Who are we up against…Matt Damon and Semen McLovin? SYB: Close enough. Remember earlier when I said I had a plan on the computer for tonight? Skurge: Yeah. Remember when I almost knocked your fucking head off just now? SYB: Easy, gunner. I actually do have a plan. And it actually is on the computer. Here, come have a look…
SYB and Skurge go over SYB’s battle plan. Skurge is impressed with SYB’s work and wonders why he lost so many matches. He decides they’re in really good shape for their match tonight…
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 14:29:34 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Buzzards Bay, Massachusetts
DAMON WRATH & SEAMUS MCNASTY vs. IHOP
Damon Wrath enters the ring first. Seamus enters separately and slides under the bottom rope. Damon and Seamus talk things out while SYB and Skurge walk down the ramp. They enter the ring and Skurge ducks the ropes, allowing SYB to start this one off. Damon starts off for his team and the starting bell sounds. Damon and SYB tie up in the center of the ring. Damon takes him down with a headlock takeover. SYB squirms around, trying to get out of the hold. Damon keeps his hold locked in as he delivers several forearm shots to the back of SYB. He releases the hold and gets to his feet. SYB gets to his and is met with a spinning back kick to the side of the head, sending him into the ropes and tumbling over them to the outside of the ring. Skurge hops off the ring apron and walks over to his partner. He pulls him to his feet and pushes him back into the ring to continue the match. Damon grabs SYB and whips him into the corner. He runs at him and hits him with a running knee lift, then tags Seamus into the match. Seamus steps through the ropes and stomps on SYB. SYB crumbles to the mat and Seamus drops down and puts him in a headlock. The headlock goes on for a few moments, while some guy in the fifth row keeps calling out for a beer. Seamus, still holding SYB in a headlock, yells out for someone to "get that man a beer!" Seamus smiles and SYB looks like he's almost smiling, too, but quickly changes back to a worried face. Seamus gets to his feet and pushes SYB into the ropes. He hits him with a brutal clothesline on the rebound, then tags Damon back into the match. Damon hops over the ropes and runs at SYB. SYB manages to roll out of the way, get up to his feet, and hit Damon with a dropkick to the back of the head. SYB crawls over to his corner and tags in a fresh Skurge. Skurge runs in and whips Damon into the ropes. He hits him with a Lou Thesz press on the rebound and follows up with a series of right hands to the face. He gets up and pulls Damon to his feet. He gets him in a front face lock and drops down, spiking Damon with a DDT. Skurge climbs the ropes and perches himself up top. He waits for Damon to get to his feet and lunges at him with a BRUTAL DOUBLE AX HANDLE! Damon is DOWN! Skurge drops to his knees and goes for the pin, but Damon SOMEHOW manages to kick out! Skurge is in shock that Damon kicked out of the double ax handle, but continues with his assault, not letting up. He pulls him to his feet and goes for the EXECUTIONER! But Damon slips out of it and hits Skurge with an overhead kick out of nowhere! Skurge is dropped to his knees and Damon runs at the ropes and hits Skurge with a SHINING WIZARD on the rebound. He covers, but Skurge kicks out at 2. Damon pulls Skurge to his feet and whips him into the corner. He runs at him and goes for a jumping straight kick, but Skurge ducks it and Damon bounces off the ropes and falls awkwardly onto his neck. Seamus reaches over the ropes and tags himself into the match. He runs in, Skurge ducks a clothesline, then Skurge connects with a neck breaker. He goes into his corner and tags SYB back into the match. SYB immediately jumps onto the top rope and jumps off, hitting Seamus with a LEG DROP! He hooks the leg, but Damon breaks up the pin. Skurge runs in and spears Damon through the middle and top rope, sending both men tumbling to the outside of the ring. Inside the ring, SYB pulls Seamus to his feet and goes for a suplex, but Seamus is too heavy for SYB to lift. Seamus tosses SYB up and SYB rotates 450 degrees and lands on his stomach. Seamus pulls him up quickly and sets him on the top rope. He climbs up and gets SYB into position for what looks like a top rope fisherman suplex. But Skurge jumps onto the apron and grabs a hold of SYB, not letting him get tossed off the top. Seamus takes a shot at Skurge, but Skurge ducks it and hits Seamus with a series of head butts. SYB nails Seamus with a stiff right hand, sending Seamus falling to the mat. SYB leaps off the top rope and hits Seamus with a FROG SPLASH! Damon is now up and pulls Skurge's leg. Skurge drops from the apron and slams his face into it. Damon slides into the ring just in time to break up the pin. He pulls SYB to his feet and sends him back down with a HALF NELSON SUPLEX! SYB lands on his neck and goes limp. Seamus gets up and sends SYB flying into the turnbuckle with a SLINGSHOT! The most BRUTAL SLINGSHOT EVER WITNESSED BY MAN! SYB is stunned, but SOMEHOW manages to stay on his feet! Seamus runs at him and spears him into the corner. He maneuvers around and has SYB up for the CELTIC CROSS! He hits it! He crawls onto SYB for the cover, but Skurge breaks up the pin with a HUGE TOP ROPE ELBOW DROP OUT OF NOWHERE! Damon runs at Skurge, but Skurge gets his boot up and Damon is dropped. Skurge turns around and gets hit with BLACK AND TAN! Seamus turns around and is met with a chop to the chest by SYB. SYB goes for a second chop, but Seamus ducks it and nails him with a kick to the groin on the turnaround. SYB bends over and Seamus drops him with a NASTY JUMPING PILEDRIVER. SYB bounces off his head and sells the move like RVD sells the RKO. Seamus hooks the leg for what looks like an academic pin fall, but Skurge runs in out of nowhere and kicks Seamus right in the side of the head! Seamus rolls off of SYB and Skurge runs into his corner and onto the apron, grabbing a hold of the tag rope. SYB tags Skurge into the match instantly. Skurge ducks the ropes and kicks Seamus in the ribs, sending him under the bottom rope and to the outside of the ring. Damon springboards off the ropes and hits Skurge with a SPRINGBOARD HEEL KICK TO THE FACE! Skurge is dropped and Damon runs over to a neutral corner and hops onto the top rope. He jumps, but is pulled down by SYB. Damon is crotched on the top and SYB jumps up there with him. He jumps up and goes for a FRANKENSTEINER! Damon doesn't budge, but instead, he powers SYB back up and SLAMS him with a POWERBOMB OFF THE TOP! SYB is down! Seamus slides into the ring, still out of breath from the shot he took to the ribs, and sends Skurge, now standing, down to the mat with a hard lariat. He pulls SYB up to his feet and tosses him out of the ring with a BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX OVER THE ROPES! SYB hits the floor hard and Damon springs onto the top rope. Seamus drops down and rolls to the outside of the ring, while Skurge slowly makes it to his feet. Damon jumps off the top rope and goes for a high cross body, but Skurge moves around it and catches Damon on his shoulders. He sends him down with a SAMOAN DROP! On the outside of the ring, Seamus slams SYB's face into the ring apron. He picks him up and POWERBOMB INTO THE RING APRON! SYB crumbles to the floor, but Seamus picks him up and pushes him back into the ring. Skurge pulls SYB to his feet and pushes him into a corner before Seamus can get into the ring. Seamus enters the ring and is met with a series of rights and lefts by Skurge. He whips him into the ropes, but Seamus grabs onto them to avoid bouncing back. Skurge runs at Seamus and Seamus back drops Skurge to the outside of the ring. Seamus turns towards SYB and SYB runs at him. Seamus sends SYB's face into the mat with a flapjack. He bounces off the mat and is back on his feet when Damon runs back in. He gets SYB up and hits him with the F5! Damon gets up and runs towards the ropes, then leaps over them and lands on Skurge, sending Skurge back down to the floor. Seamus crawls onto SYB and hooks the leg. It's counted, 1! 2! 3! WINNERS in 14:45 - Damon Wrath & Seamus McNasty
THE NERVE AGENT vs. BLITZ
The Nerve Agent walks down the ramp to a chorus of negativity from the live crowd. He steps onto the apron and ducks the ropes. Blitz, Nerve's former partner, walks down the ramp next. He keeps his eyes locked on Nerve the entire walk into the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope and the bell sounds. The two former tag team partners stand in the center of the ring, face to face. Nerve takes the first shot and hits Blitz with a right hand. Blitz hits back with a right hand of his own. The two trade punches for a few moments before Nerve finally gets the upper hand. He punches Blitz and pushes him into the ropes. He whips Blitz into the ropes and hits him with a high dropkick on the rebound. Blitz hits the mat and Nerve drops a leg across the neck. He goes for the early pin fall, but Blitz kicks out after only 1. Nerve pulls Blitz to his feet and sends him flying into a corner. Nerve runs at him, but Blitz side-steps and Nerve hits the turnbuckles. Blitz drops Nerve with a SUPERKICK! Nerve is able to roll under the bottom rope, to the outside of the ring, to avoid an attempted pin by Blitz. Blitz mounts the top rope and waits for Nerve to get to his feet on the outside. He jumps off the top with a cross body block, Nerve moves and Blitz hits like a rock. Nerve laughs at Blitz for doing something that rhymes, then steps up onto the apron. Blitz gets to his feet and Nerve goes for a MOONSAULT OFF THE APRON! Blitz ducks, but Nerve rotates and lands on his feet behind him. He swings at the back of Blitz's head, but Blitz ducks, then nails Nerve with a PELE! AJ Styles stands up in the audience and raises his crown in respect. Blitz grabs Nerve and pushes him into the ring. He slides in himself and gets met with a kick to the groin by Nerve. Nerve whips Blitz into a corner and hits him with a spinning heel kick. He hoists Blitz to the top rope and climbs up with him. He goes for a FRANKENSTEINER FROM THE TOP, but Blitz locks his feet under the middle rope. Nerve does the flip himself and lands stomach and face first on the mat. Blitz jumps off the top rope and goes for the BLITZ FLIP! Because of Nerve's position on the mat, the move barely hits. Blitz's knee slams into the back of Nerve's head and Nerve rolls back to the outside of the ring, holding the back of his head in pain. Blitz waits for Nerve to turn back around, then goes for a SPRINGBOARD 450! But Nerve moves out of the way and Blitz SLAMS into the crowd barricade! Nerve gets onto the ring apron and looks back at Blitz, still on the barricade. He goes for an ASAI MOONSAULT, but Blitz pushes himself off of the barricade and this time, it's Nerve who slams into it. Blitz grabs Nerve and pushes him back into the ring. He goes for a standing moonsault, but Nerve rolls out of the way. Blitz completed the back flip and lands on his feet, then turns around into a straight kick by Nerve. Blitz falls to the mat, lifeless. Nerve heads up to the top rope and jumps off with a FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH! RVD stands up and applauds the move. Nerve takes a bow before going for the pin. Blitz kicks out! RVD gets a less than enthused look on his face and sits back down. Nerve goes for a standing shooting star press on Blitz, but Blitz rolls out of the way. Nerve hits the mat, then gets hit with a leg drop to the back of the head by Blitz. Blitz pulls Nerve to his feet and whips him into a corner. He runs at him and goes for a running knee lift, but Nerve catches him and tosses him overhead, to the outside of the ring. Nerve mounts the top rope and leaps at Blitz with a FRONT FLIP! Blitz moves out of the way, but Nerve lands on his feet and rolls out of it to avoid any hard landing. He stands up and gets met with a kick to the chest by Blitz, which sends him backwards over the crowd barricade. Blitz slides back into the ring and mounts the top rope. He waits for Nerve to get to his feet, then lunges forward with the SECOND BLITZ FLIP OF THE MATCH! But he falls short and catches his feet on the barricade, sending his face slamming into the unprotected flooring. Nerve grabs Blitz and pulls him to his feet. Blitz is bleeding everywhere, but no blading was involved. Nerve lands a few stiff shots to the open wound of Blitz, forcing more blood to pour out. Nerve kicks Blitz, then hits him with a PULLING PILEDRIVER ON THE CONCRETE! A circle of blood is left on the floor, while Nerve again pulls Blitz to his feet. Nerve hits him with a hard left hook to stun him, then stands on the crowd barricade. He jumps off and hits Blitz with a WEST COAST POP! Blitz is spiked and is also seemingly unconscious. Rey Mysterio stands up, right beside the move, and claps. The medical team runs in and pushes Nerve away from Blitz. Nerve tries to get at Blitz still, but the medical team manages to keep him away from the injured Blitz. They help a semi-unconscious Blitz to the back, while Nerve rolls into the ring and raises his arms to the crowd. Oddly enough, the only cheers are coming from RVD and Mysterio. AJ sighs as the match is declared a no contest. WINNER - NO CONTEST in 8:54
THE DEAD vs. JOBBER VOLTAGE
Junior Hale is YOUR referee!
The two circle to start, the Dead watching his opponent coolly. The two lock up, Voltage with an early advantage, cheering himself along. Crowd laughs and taunts him as The Dead rolls through, snaps back to his feet and reverses the hold on Voltage. Volt tries to use the ropes and he slips! The Dead pulls him back in the ring and hip tosses Volt, freeing him for a moment. Volt charges, The dead slings him with a deep arm drag, Volt charges again for the same result. A third charge and Volt hits the mat hard, the Dead keeping Voltage's arm trapped. Volt struggles mightily but The Dead holds him fast, including a fist to Volt's chest. Volt coughs back his protest as Hale admonishes The Dead. Dead pulls Volt to his feet and hammerlocks the trapped arm. He suplexes Volt and gets a quick cover but only a one count. As the two get to their feet volt sneaks in a thumb to the eyes, staggering the dead long enough for Volt to hit The dead with the Combo. Dead hits the mat hard and gets a one count as well. Volt gathers Dead's carcass off the mat and slings him to the corner hard enough that he ricochets off and lands on his face. Volt puts the boots to Dead's head and poses for the crowd. He settles into a chin lock, but the Dead starts to rally. Dead pushes to his feet (freaking Voltage out) and drops him with a back suplex. Dead lands a couple of running elbows and covers but only a two count! Voltage gets up a little quicker than he should and starts swinging. Dead brawls back, Hale tries to get in the middle when he's accidentally (?) waylaid by Voltage! The Dead stands over Hale's body a moment in shock! Voltage laughs and climbs out of the ring, gathering a "Voltage (heart) signs" sign from the crowd and shows it off to the crowd. Crowd on one side boos, but the other side of the arena cheers when the other side of the sign reads "You're the Dead!" Volt climbs into the ring and holds the sign in The Dead's face, only now seeing the other side of it. Dead Kicks the sign - CLOSE THE CASKET~?! The sign is loaded! The dead gathers the sign and rips it open, discovering a "DEAD END" sign inside it. Trying not to look appreciative, he slams the sign on Voltage a few times to make SURE he stays down! He slides the sign out of the ring and rouses Hale, who makes the three count. WINNER in 8:24 - The Dead
After the Match, The Dead gathers the sign and holds it up for the crowd's approval. Mel Creech jogs to the ring to collect $500 from Voltage when he comes to.
CANADIAN DRAGON vs. ALEXANDER DARLING
“There Can Be Only One” booms over the sound system as the lights go dark except for the white strobe as “Prelude 12/21” by AFI starts. The drum beat hits when Alexander Darling wearing a dark pair of sunglasses steps out from the back and for a change there are no sluts with him, no promiscuous blondes or brunettes; there is just the dressed-in-black Alexis Darling looking like the definition of hot Goth. The Darling twins make their way down the aisle as Queen’s “Princes of the Universe” plays. They step into the ring and do their typical ring-style posing with Alexander jumping up on one turnbuckle and looking like he doesn’t have a care in the world, while Alexis does the same in another corner. They sit there waiting until “Blue Monday” by Orgy plays and Canadian Dragon makes his way out into the arena. Dragon makes his way into the ring and the ref, Davis Hightower, is trying to get Alexis out of the ring while trying to get Alexander off the turnbuckle. Alexander is slow to get down and doesn’t seem to be moving like we’re used to seeing him. He takes off his sunglasses and his eyes are completely blood shot. It looks like The DEA partying has not slowed down since Sunday night. Alexis gives Alexander a quick hug before stepping out of the ring and taking a seat at ringside. Hightower calls for the bell and we’re underway here. Dragon and Darling lock-up and Dragon takes quick advantage as Alexander is moving slower than a turtle. Dragon pushes Darling into the corner and lays into him with some loud knife-edge chops. CD is lighting up Darling’s chest with the chops before AD gets his bearings and pushes CD away. Darling slides out of the ring to try and shake the cobwebs. He’s still moving at a snail’s pace and CD has had enough and follows him to the outside. Darling notices and begins moving around the ring to avoid Dragon. Darling slides into the ring and waits for Dragon to slide in after. CD does and AD goes to work with some kicks to the back of CD. The kicks don’t have a lot behind them though and soon Dragon fights his way to his feet. He takes AD and whips him into the ropes and nails him with a shoulder block. Darling bounces up and Dragon repeats the process. Into the ropes and another shoulder block. This time Darling stays down, but not for long as Dragon grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He lifts AD into position for a suplex, but he just holds him up in the air. The crowd begins counting and gets all the way to 15 on the delayed vertical suplex. Impressive power from Dragon there. He goes for the cover, but Darling rolls a shoulder right after the two count. Dragon stays on the offensive with some crisp, power moves. Suplexes, clotheslines, and body slams are the order of the day as Dragon refuses to let up on the probable hung-over body of Alexander Darling. Darling has quite a few close calls over the next few minutes barely kicking out or finding the ropes when Dragon goes for the covers. Darling has had enough and bails to the outside near his sister. They start whispering to each other and after a second Alexis looks around and rips a water bottle out of the time-keepers hand. She hands the bottle to Alexander and he pours some over his head and then drinks some. He shakes off the dripping water and pats himself on the face a few times. Alexis stands up and pats him on the shoulder while Dragon is on the inside yelling at Alexander to get his ass into the ring. Alexander is trying to get Hightower to back Dragon away from the ropes before stepping back into the ring. Dragon backs off and allows Darling to slide in the ring, but as soon as he’s even a little inside the ring CD is there to meet him with a kick. AD takes the kick and fights back anyway. He seems to be moving better finally and he gets to a vertical base. Once he’s standing he and CD start trading blows. A left from Dragon, a right from Darling, a right from the Canadian, a left from the American…another left from the American, a right from Darling, and finally another right from Alexander Darling and CD hits the mat. AD has his first advantage in the match and he’s going to take full advantage. He drops down and tries to wear down Dragon with a side headlock. He keeps it locked in, but Dragon fights back up with some elbows to the midsection. He throws Darling towards the ropes and instead of the lackluster performance we saw before AD is on his game and flies off the ropes with a beautiful dropkick to the shocked face of CD. Darling is fired up now and really starts getting to work on the former world champ. Countering Dragon’s delayed vertical suplex from before; Darling decides to start a series of rolling Germans (~OMG TOO SOON? ~) He hits 4 in succession with a release on the final one. Darling hits CD with a few kicks while he’s prone on the mat before jumping up to the top turnbuckle. He waits for a second before flying off with a picture-perfect elbow drop onto the prone form of CD. He goes for the cover…. 1… 2… No, Dragon kicks out. Darling keeps at it though and picks Dragon up. He puts him in a suplex position and hooks the leg. Roll of the dice by Darling. Cover gets two. Darling stays on Dragon. Kicking him on the mat. He rolls Dragon over onto his stomach and hooks the leg in a surfboard position. He grabs one of Dragon’s arms and pulls back. He uses his other hand and flips off the crowd before grabbing CD’s other hand. He pulls back as far as he can and places his boot against the back of Dragon’s head. FUCKING CURBSTOMP. That should be the end of it. Darling goes for the lazy cover and it costs him as Dragon barely rolls the shoulder at two-and-a-half. AD gets right in Hightower’s face. Hightower yells right back at Darling telling him that if he lays a hand on him, this match is over and Darling will be fined. Darling has enough of Hightower and turns around and walks right into a boot to the gut. CD is signaling for the Canadian Destroyer. He puts Darling in position, but Darling struggles out and spins Dragon around. In the blink of an eye Darling picks CD up in the crucifix position, but Dragon slips down and rolls Darling up. 1…2…kick out. A series of back and forth roll-ups and neither guy gets more than a 1.5 count before both are standing back up. The crowd goes for the mutual respect cheer, but Darling wants none of it and just straight up charges Dragon and bulrushes him into the corner. AD and CD are trading blows in the corner swapping places with each other as Hightower tries to separate them. While Hightower is caught in the middle, Darling pokes Dragon in the eye and backs up a step to allow Dragon to leave the corner as well. CD is trying to clear his vision, but it costs him as walks right into Alexander Darling who scoops him up. He places CD’s hand across his neck…DARLING DRIVER nailed in the center of the ring. Instead of going for the cover though he places Canadian Dragon in position and locks on the Death by Darling. Dragon’s already half way out of it from the Darling Driver and as much as he tries to fight towards the ropes, Alexander Darling has this submission really locked in and he’s really working it. Dragon almost gets to the ropes before Darling adjusts the move and places CD back in the center of the ring. He holds out as long as he could, but in the end it’s too much for Canadian Dragon and he’s forced to tap out. WINNER in 22:12 by submission, Alexander Darling
After the match Canadian Dragon sits in the middle of the ring for several minutes with his arms on his knees and his head down. The crowd gets a little restless not knowing what to expect. Dragon looks around at the crowd, then slowly nods and rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp, the whole time with his head down, unwilling to look anyone in the eye.
MIDNIGHT SONS vs. TEAM RABBXTFIRE
The Midnight Sons make their way to the ring first, posing some, but mainly re-taping their fists and readying themselves. Suddenly, Gwen Stefani blares across the loudspeakers and we see Rabbxt doing back handsprings onto the ramp and down to the ring. Alexander Darling appears on stage, forcibly bringing Firewoman along with him. She pushes Darling away and walks down the ramp, head held high. Rabbxt holds the ropes open for her, but she slingshots herself into the ring with the top rope. DH Magnusson and Rabbxt are in the ring and we are underway! Magnusson powers Rab into a corner and pounds away on him. DH backs up and charges in with a shoulder, but Rab leapfrogs him and hits a Briscoe Rollup for 2. Rab kicks DH while he is still down and hits a standing Moon Sault for another 2 count. Firewoman makes the tag and catches DH with a spinning kick to the gut. She DDT’s Magnusson and gets a 2 count. She backs DH into a corner and hits the running knee strike. She sets up for the bulldog, but DH hurls her into the opposite corner and tags in Spin. Hansen grabs FW and throws her into the corner hard. She slumps down and appears to be hurt. Spin bends down to grabs her and she KICKS HIM IN THE GROIN!! Spin collapses to the mat in agony as Fire stomps away on Hansen’s knee. She hits a couple of Dory Funk-esque spinning toe holds before setting up for a Sharpshooter. She can’t quite seem to get it cinched in and Spin drags her to the ropes. Fire makes a clean break, and pays for it with an elbow to the head from Spin. Hansen power slams FW and covers for 2. Spin clotheslines FW out of her boots and then takes a swing at Rabbxt. Rab ducks, and responds by vaulting to the top rope and hitting a corkscrew moonsault onto Hansen. DH comes in and draws the referee’s attention. Rab kneels behind Spin as FW hits a Clothesline from Hell, and Hansen is down. FW covers, but no one is around to count. FW stands up and pushes the ref from behind. As they argue, Spin rolls her up from behind. 1…2…and FW JUST escapes a quick loss. She fends Spin off and gets to her corner for a tag. Rabbxt bounces in and catches Spin with a flying burrito. Rabbxt kips up and hits an atomic drop. Right hand! Scoops Slam! Rabbxt to the top and he attempts a twisting elbow drop! NOBODY HOME! Spin tags in Magnusson and DH proceeds to punch and kick Rabbxt senseless. Since that only takes 2 seconds, DH does it again. HE sets Rab on the turnbuckles for a muscle buster, but Rabbxt kicks him away. Rab on his feet he dives off @ DH, but gets caught in mid air. DH positions Rabbxt for a power bomb and then backs in to his corner to tag in Spin. Powerbomb/Elbow combination! Spin covers and gets a close 2, when Firewoman rushes in to break it up. DH and Fire tumble to the floor exchanging blows. Spin attempts a suplex, but Rabbxt blocks it and low blows Spin. Rabbxt to the top, and he’s ready to fly again! DH appears and bumps Rab, crotching him on the turnbuckle. Spin is up to the top with him… SUPERPLEX! Spin floats over and locks in the Whisky Tango Foxtrot. Rabbxt hangs on valiantly, but succumbs to the pain and taps out. WINNERS, in 7:23, The Midnight Sons.
After the match, Firewoman offers her hand to Rabbit and pulls him to his feet, AND NEARLY DECAPITATES HIM WITH A SHORT CLOTHESLINE!!! WHAT THE HELL?? Fire stands over Rabbxt as Alexander Darling and Eric O'Mac climb into the ring. Darling pulls Rabbxt to his feet and KILLS him with a crucifix Bomb, and Eric comes off the top rope with a FROG SPLASH. Rabbxt is nearly out cold, Darling and Eric stand him up again and Alexis Darling slaps him across the face. Finally Firewoman grabs him and PLANTS him with a Firedriver. The DEA stands in the center of the ring and raises their arms in triumph as the fans boo mercilessly and litter the ring with debris.
FIRECHILD vs. RYAN HARDCORE
Ryan Hardcore enters first, with Lauren conspicuous by her absence. Hardcore has an even bigger swagger than usual following his big PPV win, and he makes a 'come get some' motion at the ramp. 'Ties That Bind' hits and the crowd go nuts for Firechild's entrance, expecting some revenge for last night's tainted loss, but no-one is forthcoming from backstage. Hardcore looks confused and goes to the ropes and shouts something. Voltage and Ecosytem appear from where they had been waiting to ambush, each wielding a chair and shrug their shoulders. At this point a roar from the crowd signals the Firechild has jumped the railing beside the announce desk and slides into the ring. Hardcore turns to see what this means, and eats a running enziguri! Hardcore staggers against the ropes, and Firechild bounces off and nails him with a Propitiation (running bulldog) driving his face into the mat! Voltage and Ecosytem start running down towards the ring, but Firechild bounces over the ropes and takes them down with a plancha. He throws his arm out hitting the ground though, and takes a second to roll back into the ring. Hardcore is getting to his feet, and Firechild grabs him and looks to hook him for the Wings of the Phoenix. Hardcore drops to one knee, and nails Firechild with nasty Uppercunt! Firechild's eyes bulge and he staggers back before performing the most authentic Flair flop ever seen in an OOWF ring. Hardcore gets to his feet, an evil grin playing across his face and he walks over and contemptuously boots Firechild in the back of the head as he writhes in agony. Hardcore shouts for Voltage to toss him a chair, but the referee pulls him back and waves Voltage away. Hardcore looks more than a little annoyed, but turns back as Firechild rolls onto his knees. Hardcore points at him, and tries to lead the crowd in laughing at Firechild, then shouts at the crowd when they won't. Firechild grabs Hardcore's leg but Ryan just knees him in the face, then swings his free leg to smash Firechild in the nose, sending an impressive gout of blood spewing across the announce table, drawing imprecations from Russ and Razz. Firechild rolls to his knees again, and dabs at his face, and sees his hand covered in blood. He looks at Hardcore, who is laughing his head off then grabs Firechild, drags him to his feet and positions him for a Facial. Firechild elbows out, and attempts to hook Hardcore for a Devildriver, but Hardcore breaks out of the underhook first and nails 'Child with a gutwrench suplex. Hardcore stays on it, and picks Firechild up again and nails a suplex, but holds on, swivels his hips (shouting 'oh yeah' as he does so) and nails another. Again he swivels his hips, but as he tries to hit the third suplex, Firechild tries to fight back, but Hardcore dodges his wild elbow, and finishes off the Threesome with a German suplex. He covers Firechild, but gets up with the count at one and makes a yawning motion, drawing even more heat from the crowd. He poses for a second, then climbs the ropes, and waits for Firechild to get to his feet, and as he does finally get to his feet he aims a Pearl Necklace at him. Firechild ducks, and Hardcore lands heavily, but bounce to his feet. Firechild charges across the ring, and spears Hardcore through the ropes, tumbling both men to the outside. The referee starts a ten count, as both men get to their feet and start trading blows. Hardcore concentrates his offense on Firechild's face, already injured by the stiff blow from MacCappington's cane last night, and several stiff kicks from Ryan tonight, while Firechild tries to wear down Hardcore's ribs. The referee reaches a nine count with the two fighting at ringside, but gets distracted as Lauren Phoenix slides into the ring and shrieks fort his attention. The official is distracted as Lauren flirts with him. On the outside, Hardcore gets the better of Firechild and whips him into the ring steps. Firechild topples to the floor clutching his knees as Hardcore slides into the ring, and mock remonstrates with the referee for messing with his woman. Ecosystem and Voltage sneak up on Firechild wielding their chairs, and line him up for a conchairto as Firechild gets to his feet. However, as they swing, Firechild drops to his knees and they both severely jar their arms, Firechild rises, uppercutting Ecosystem so he topples over the barricade into the front row, and Voltage swings again, but Firechild side steps it, and Voltage jars his arm again blasting the chair off of the ring post. Firechild grabs the chair off of Voltage and nails him in the gut with it then rolls into the ring, where Hardcore is obliviously still berating the referee, who is trying to talk his way out of a beating. Lauren shrieks a warning to Hardcore and the referee turns to look at her as Hardcore turns straight into Firechild's EVIL chair shot! The ref turns back in time to see Firechild cover (having pushed the chair out of the ring) for 1-2 NO! Hardcore kicks out. Firechild gets to his feet and picks Hardcore up and nails the Wings of the Phoenix on him and covers again for 1-2- NO! Lauren pulls the referee out of the ring and makes out with him! The official is amazed, and then profoundly grateful and gets a little too intimate, resulting in Lauren fighting him off and slapping him! Firechild's initial annoyance at missing out on the pin turns to laughter, as he grabs Hardcore and twists him into the D-Tuner! He wrenches the hold back, and Hardcore is screaming like a baby, while Firechild roars like a lion, with blood from his busted nose streaming down his face - however as the official fights off Lauren's assault, F. Fonzworth MacCappington slides into the ring and brandishes his cane at Firechild. Firechild releases Hardcore, and goes to defend himself, only to realize that he can't hit MacCappington. Hardcore has recovered enough to low blow Firechild AGAIN, and MacCappington drops Firechild with the Salutations from Pacific Heights! Lauren continues to distract the referee as MacCappington a dazed Firechild to his feet, and Hardcore mounts the turnbuckle, going for the Pearl Necklace again. Yet again however, as Hardcore comes off the ropes, Firechild kicks his feet out, effectively jaw breaking MacCappington who had been holding him up - and MacCappington bounces back upright, straight into Hardcore's flying lariat! Hardcore is astounded as MacCappington rolls out of the ring in pain and shock, and Firechild grabs his feet and slaps on the D-Tuner again! The referee detaches from Lauren and sees Hardcore in the submission move, and slides back into the ring. Hardcore has no more help to call, and nowhere to go, and Firechild is dragging the move back with more brutality than we've EVER seen, so Ryan has no option but to tap out! WINNER via submission in 18:21 - FIRECHILD
Lauren rushes into the ring as Firechild releases Hardcore and she goes to slap him. Firechild grabs her arm, pulls her in close, and raises his eyebrows to the crowd who roar their approval! Firechild snogs Lauren's face off, and for some time she doesn't exactly seem to mind, but then she struggles free and tries to slap him again. This time he grabs her arm, hooks her for the Wings of the Phoenix - makes some more than suggestive motions towards her head sunk between his legs before nailing her with the move to a HUGE pop! Firechild celebrates in the ring, as Hardcore rolls out and the various members of LOADED get to their feet. Firechild spies MacCappington's dropped Intercontinental title and grabs it as he rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp. When he gets to the stage, he shouts for a mike, which is thrown to him by one of the techs...
"I guess it looks like it doesn't matter how much small print you throw in, or how many guys you send against me Fonzie, you KNOW I am the better man, and I shall continue to prove it every single day, every single week, every single pay per view until I can get my sweet revenge on you. And if you've still got THIS (Firechild holds the IC title aloft) then you'd best get ready to lose it, 'cause your time is running short, 70 days and counting. Don't say I didn't warn you..."
Firechild poses with the belt, then drops it contemptuously as he heads back behind the curtain. Behind him, LOADED fume down at ringside, MacCappington mouthing some clearly less than gentlemanly language.
ECOSYSTEM vs. LD WILLIAMS
Williams kicks us off by grabbing Eco's head and SPINKING him into the mat with a DDT. Cover and a hook of the leg. 1! 2! Thr – Eco kicks out! LD rolls to his feet with a surprised look on his face. Eco also back to his feet, looking a little groggy but defiant. LD takes a big swing. Eco ducks, hooks the arms and looks for a backslide – I guess he figures that it worked for Capellan. LD rolls the shoulder, and we now slow things down a bit for some chain wrestling. Eco gets the better of that, stretching back both of Williams's arms and forcing his knee in between the shoulder blades. Lots of torque on the shoulders. LD fights his way back to his feet and turns it around, but Eco manages to transition into a roll-up that gets 2. Both men to their feet, LD testing his shoulder and elbow joints. Lock-up, and Williams pushes Eco into the ropes. Will we get a clean break? No: a stiff slap to Eco's face earns a reprimand from the referee. I'm sure LD has seen the error of his ways. Lock-up. Eco into the ropes. Stiff slap. Reprimand. That'd be a no, then. Lock-up. Eco into the ropes. Stiff slap. Ducked~! Thumb to Williams's eye. No reprimand for that, I notice. Eco whips LD into the ropes, hits a Mexican arm drag, and comes up working the left arm. Now we get back and forth action for the next ten minutes as LD looks to nail Eco with a big move and Eco tries to cut him off and work the arm. Trust me, it's engrossing stuff, but I'm running late in getting this written. Finally LD gets the advantage and looks for a brain buster, but his weakened shoulder betrays him and Eco slips out and connects with a lung blower, before hooking in a Border City Stretch. Eco's really yanking back on it, but LD refuses to give up. He crawls slowly toward the ropes ... Eco hauls him back .... LD fades ... the ref checks the hand, but LD keeps it up in the air on the second attempt and manages to kick over into a pinning predicament! Eco is all tied up in his own submission move and can't get out in time! WINNER BY PINFALL in 17:37 – L D WILLIAMS!
CAPELLAN vs. CHRIS COLE – OOWF Invitational
Chris Cole enters first to cheers from the crowd. Capellan follows soon after, his knee clearly still bothering him as he limps toward the ring. Cole extends his hand and Capellan shakes it. It seems these two are ready to go as the bell rings. Both wrestlers are trying to feel each other out to begin things. They both lock up and then break apart. They lock up again and Capellan gains the advantage, whipping Cole into the ropes. Capellan takes Cole to the mat with a double-leg takedown. Capellan winces a little as his knee hits the mat, but he doesn't let that stop him as he pounces on top of Cole and begins to connect with a few lefts and rights. Cole is able to fight his way back to his feet and the two lock up once again. This time Cole gets the upper hand and whips Capellan into the ropes. Cole attempts a clothesline, but Capellan ducks. Cole is able to catch him on the rebound, however, with a hip toss. Cole tries to capitalize, but Capellan takes him down with a leg sweep. Capellan gets to his feet first and sends Cole into the corner. Capellan hits a few shoulders to the gut and follows with a DDT. He goes for the cover on Cole, but barely gets a two count. Capellan tries to keep the pressure on by picking up Cole and landing a few punches and kicks, but Cole is able to catch one of Capellan's kicks and turns it into a capture suplex. Both men are now down, and that suplex seemed to do a little extra damage to Capellan's knee. Cole makes his way to his feet and picks up Capellan, but Capellan fights back with a few punches to the midsection. This slows Cole for a moment and Capellan tries to grab some momentum by bouncing himself off the ropes. Capellan launches himself at Cole, but Cole catches him and plants him with a spine buster. Cole goes for the cover, 1...2...Capellan kicks out! Cole looks slightly stunned but decides to stay on the offensive. He sends Capellan so hard into the corner that Capellan bounces out. Cole follows and drills him with a running clothesline. Cover, 1...2...Capellan kicks out again! Cole can't believe it! Cole picks Capellan up again, but Capellan drops him with a judo takedown. Now it's Capellan's turn to go on the offensive. Capellan whips Cole into the ropes, immediately follows right next to him and, on the bounce back, hits a running bulldog. Cole staggers to his feet and Capellan hits him with a running neck breaker. Not satisfied yet, Capellan picks up Cole and then heads to the top rope. He hits the Sun-Tzu Flip! 1...2...Cole kicks out! Now Capellan has a stunned look on his face. Both men try to regain their breath as they get back to their feet. Cole whips Capellan into the ropes, and Capellan tries to jump over a ducking Cole, but ends up catching his knee on Cole's shoulder. That doesn't feel good for either man, but it seems as if Capellan got the worst of that exchange. Capellan grabs at his knee as Cole moves over to pick him up. Cole hits a scoop slam on Capellan and then climbs to the second rope. He hits Capellan with a elbow and goes for the cover, but again only gets a two count. Neither one of these combatants is giving an inch. Capellan fights his way back up to his feet and catches Cole with a jawbreaker. Cole staggers backwards and Capellan nails him with a clothesline. Capellan continues the attack and hits Cole with a vertical suplex. Cole looks like he may be in some trouble here as Capellan seems relentless. Capellan whips Cole into the corner and follows it up with 10 punches from the second rope. Cole staggers out of the corner and Capellan sees his opening. He runs to the corner and it looks like he's going for the Spinning Dragon Kick! Unfortunately, Capellan's knee buckles as he tries to spring off the turnbuckle, and he staggers right into Cole, who drops him with the Headliner! Cole barely has enough strength to crawl over for the cover, but he's able to get an arm over Capellan, and now it's academic. 1...2...3. WINNER in 16:39 - Chris Cole
After the match Cole is barely able to get to his feet as the referee raises his hand. Capellan is just starting to come to, and Cole points to him and leads to entire crowd in a huge round of applause. Cole barely turns around, and there is Moosehead Jack with a barbed wire baseball bat. Moose PASTES Cole between the eyes, sending him to the mat. Capellan tries to come in for the save, but Moose sidesteps and cracks Capellan on the knee with the bat, sending him to the mat in pain. Moose grabs Cole and pulls him up and chokes him in a camel clutch with the barbed wire bat, then rakes it across his forehead repeatedly drawing a gush of blood. Moose pulls Cole to his feet and smacks him in the head again with the bat sending him to the mat. Moose rolls out of the ring and grabs a couple of chairs and slides one under Cole’s head, then uses the other to BLAST Cole, ONE MAN CON-CHAIR-TO! Moose smirks as Cole twitches in pain and pool of blood spreads under his head. Moose grabs Cole again and locks him in the ji-endo. Cole is a bloody mess, and soon unconscious. Officials run into the ring and pull Moose off of him and force him to the back while checking on Cole and Capellan.
after the match we cut to the back where we see GM the Rick’s door, and we hear some muffled talking behind it. We can sort of make out an “are you sure?” then silence, then a long sigh.
The door opens and Canadian Dragon walks out, still in his wrestling gear, carrying his bag. The Invisible Ninja Cameraman follows Dragon as he walks through the empty hall of the Buzzard’s Bay Arena and comes to the exit doors. Dragon pauses for a moment, and looks to his right where Ladder is standing with the DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Championship draped over his rungs. CD stares at Ladder for a moment, then reaches up and pulls his mask off and lays it across the rungs of the ladder. Dragon grabs his bag and pushes the door open and heads out into the cold Massachusetts night.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jul 29, 2008 14:34:02 GMT -5
*In between matches, as the crew is prepping the ring for the next match; the crowd is murmuring and not paying much attention. In fact, they’re paying so little attention, that they don’t see the really big guy with a Red Sox hat and Aviator Glasses walk down the ramp and slide into the ring. Some take notice of SOMEONE leaning over the rope near the timekeeper, asking for a microphone. More notice when this person stands in the middle of the ring and tosses his hat and glasses into the crowd. Slowly the crowd realizes that it’s Davin Moreland, their Hometown Hero, who has come to the ring without fanfare, and they all start to stand up and applaud. Davin starts to speak…* Davin: Last Sunday… *The crowd gets louder and louder until it’s almost deafening* Davin: Last Sunday… *The crowd starts a “Da-Vin” chant, which evolves into a “Wel-come Home” chant. Davin raises his mic to speak, but it’s obvious this is becoming somewhat emotional for the Big Man, so he rests his arms on the top rope in front of him, and soaks it all in. The crowd turns to a “We Love You” chant, and Davin mouths it back to them. He rubs his eyes to the cheers of the crowd, and finally puts his hand up; so the crowd will quiet down a little.* Davin: Thanks. *crowd cheers loudly again, but Davin decides just to speak over them* Thanks. Last Sunday (crowd start to “boo”)…I know, right? *crowd cheers* Last Sunday I was screwed over in a big way. *cheer* I was stupid and I made a mistake. *crowd gets quiet*. That’s right. I made a mistake, and I thought that people in this business actually care about competition and not making a MOCKERY of the belt they supposedly cared about. *cheer* Davin: That belt is as worthless as those cardboard belts they had to use for the tag belts. I hope it was worth it for you. At least I’ll go down as the last holder of the Onslaught Title when it actually meant something. *crowd reaction is mixed, realizing he has a rematch tonight*. All that … all that is in the past now; all the backstabbing and all the bullshit is in the past now; the fact is, I got too tied up in my own business, to realize the gravity of what’s going on around me. Davin: You see folks, I know you here in B-Bay *cheap pop* pay attention and keep up, and I know you can see what’s really going on all around us. You see, it’s not just about me anymore; it’s not just about the Onslaught Title anymore; it’s about something that’s bigger than all of us, and it will come down at some point. I want to have my, i’s dotted and my T’s crossed by that point. I’m not getting duped again. I’m all done making assumptions about people’s character. From now on, I’m ignoring words and witnessing actions. You know, say what you want about Moosehead Jack *BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*, his words and actions are always in line with one another…you could almost “respect” that. Davin: But for me, now folks; I’m tired, and I’ve had enough. The OOWF is my life and my livelihood. GM the Rick is responsible for me being here, and directly responsible for my life being what it is. I can never forget that. Some people in this company do. Some people care nothing about loyalty. Some people see something different and are ready to throw away the one thing that made them who they are. I’m not that person. *Cheers* And I will STAY and FIGHT as hard and as long as it takes to DEFEND the OOWF from forces that wish it to fall in on itself. *ridiculously loud cheer* See, there’s one thing you forgot folks. You forgot about Davin Moreland *cheer*, you forgot who I am and what I can be; and folks in the back – you pissed of the wrong fucking guy. *Crowd huge cheer into a Da-vin Chant again*. So B-Bay, if you expect me to get into a long, protracted fight for the Onslaught Title, I’m sorry…it’s not gonna happen *awwwwwww*. No, no…it’s ok. It’s not worth anything anymore anyway *cheer*. So in our “title rematch”, I’m not trying to beat you, E. *Davin lifts up his shirt, revealing his trusty rebar tucked in the waistband of his jeans to the crowd, who goes…batshit* Davin: *drops his shirt* I’m just trying to end your career. *cheer* Now get a ref out here and get your pussy-ass out here Eric! *Crowd is batshit as the ref slides into the ring before The E’s introduction* ERIC O’MAC vs. DAVIN MORELAND – OOWF Onslaught Championship Match – 15 Minute Time LimitDavin Moreland comes to the ring first, looking a little naked without the title he has held so long. He paces back and forth in the ring like a caged animal. Eric O’Mac comes to the top of the ramp with Alexander Darling and holds the Onslaught title high in the air. Inside the ring, Moreland stops pacing and stands and glares at Darling and Eric. They point at him and laugh, Moreland comes unglued and leaves the ring and heads up the ramp, but security and officials stop him and force him back to the ring. Eric grabs a mic: Eric: Before we start this match, I would like the opportunity to inform my opponent, Davin Moreland, the OOWF officials, and THE MILLIONS...
*Crowd is silent.*
Eric:...AND MILLIONS of Eric O'Mac fans just what exactly the new Onslaught Championship's stipulation is going to be. Now, Davin, I was away for a while, so I'm not sure how stipulations got added to this title, but I do know thing, and that is you were very wise to choose the stipulation you did. The 'I Quit' match clearly worked to your advantage and it helped you erase my name from the record book as longest Onslaught Title reign. With that in mind, once I won the title in entertaining fashion this past Sunday, I began thinking of stipulations that would work well in my favor. And then it hit me. You see, I was most dominant in the inaugural era of the Onslaught division. My matches, my legend, paved the way for you to evolve this title into what it has become today. So, I'd like to bring the past back to the future...with an entertaining twist on things.
If you, and any other challenger want to hold the Onslaught Title, you've got to do one thing: BEAT.....THE.....CLOCK!
*Mixed reaction from the fans, some love the idea, others hate it.*
Eric: Now, Davin, since I know this is practically your home town, I know they won't understand what I'm talking about, so I will spell it out for you and your people. When this match starts, there will be a 15 minute time limit. In order for you to win the championship, you must win via pin fall or via submission within those 15 minutes. You won't win the title by DQ, you won't win the title via count-out. If we get to the 15 minute time limit, and there has been no decision? There will be no draw. The victory will go to me in that scenario and the loss will go to the challenger. You see, it is the burden of the challenger to defeat the champion. And under my stipulation, it won't be enough to beat me only. You'll have to beat the clock as well. So let's get this match started, bitch! Eric makes his way slowly to the ring pointing to the Onslaught championship the whole time and taunting Moreland. Eric slips under the bottom rope and the referee grabs the title and calls for the bell. Moreland charges across the ring, but Eric immediately bails out. This happens several times, and the crowd is about to riot. Finally, Moreland grabs Eric before he can flee from the ring, and throws him into the corner and hammers him down to the mat. Moreland is out of control and shoves the referee aside so he can keep wailing on Eric. The referee, to his credit, gets between Moreland and Eric to break it up. Davin stares at the referee incredulously as Eric slips under the bottom rope. Moreland slips out of the ring on the opposite side and rummages under the ring and grabs something, it looks like a piece of steel rebar! Moreland storms around the ring, and as Eric gets to his feet and turns around, Moreland BLASTS him right between the eyes with the rebar! The referee saw the whole thing and immediately calls for the bell. The bell ringing does NOTHING to stop Moreland however as he grabs Eric, who has been split wide open and hammers him in the face with the piece of rebar until Eric is a bloody mess. Moreland rolls Eric back into the ring, when the referee tries to stop him, Moreland throws him over the top rope to the floor. Davin waits for Eric to stagger to his feet, then DROPS him with A REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER! Eric is out cold in the middle of the ring. Officials rush to the ring as Moreland steps out and grabs the Onslaught Championship. The crowd screams and cheers wildly as Davin holds it and looks at it lovingly, then he drops it across the fallen champions chest, stands and acknowledges the crowd, and leaves the ring. WINNER by Disqualification in 4:03, and STILL OOWF Onslaught Champion – Eric O’Mac PHANTOS & LUCIOS vs. THE HEELS – OOWF World Tag Team Title MatchThis match will be for the OOWF World Tag Team Championships. Metallica blasts through the PA, and a new video appears on the Jumbotron. It’s Johnny and 'Tude looking PISSED OFF before the screen goes to black replaced by “The Heels” in white, block lettering as the music fades out and the house lights go to dark. A huge blast of pyro is followed immediately by the house lights coming back up, and the Music kicks back in to “Unforgiven” right at the first verse. The crowd kinda pops because this used to be their favorite face tag team; but they can tell something’s different and quickly get quiet. JA and AA seem oddly focused as they get into the ring; unaware of their surroundings except for the ring; and get into a discussion with each other with pointing and gesturing, obviously plotting something. Before we can go any further Johnny grabs a mic: Wait a damn minute, we demand our PROPER introduction, announcer get it right……. Or else
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce to at a combined weight of 472 pounds, first from Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, Johnny Adrenaline! His partner, from Las Vegas, Nevada, Attitude Adjuster! They are the TRUE OOWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS……THE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELSAdrenaline and AA hold their titles up and soak in the boos of the crowd. The house lights go dark again, and the single bass drum beat starts and the crowd rises to their feet. It’s Massachusetts, so it’s not because of “Born in the USA”, but because the new Champs Team Aquafina have an odd home-field advantage here, and Phantos and Lucios pose and play to the crowd all the way to the ring with the new Sprint Belts. Johnny and ‘Tude just bounce off the ropes a couple times, stretching. Phantos and Lucios finally get to the ring, take their belts off and raise them; getting a huge reaction from the crowd; hand them over to Junior Hale, who hands them to the timekeeper outside of the ring. By the time he turns back around, all four are nose to nose talking and incredible amount of trash to each other. Hale gets in between – forces everyone to get to their corners, and signals for the bell….WE’RE UNDERWAY!! Collar and Elbow tie-up to start and neither man is able to get an advantage. Finally, Phantos is able to work it into a side headlock. That’s reversed into a hammerlock. Phantos slaps his shoulder twice (must be in their contracts) and does a forward roll, reversing the hammerlock into an arm wringer. JA seems to think “enough with the chain wrestling” and swings a right hand haymaker at Phantos. It’s badly telegraphed and Phantos sees a mile away, ducks, and grabs the wrist on the way by, pulling to the front. Uh oh. CODEBREAKER (oh, wait, that’s not a finisher)…Code breaker sends Johnny across the ring holding his face. JA charges back; Phantos hits a drop-toe-hold right into the turnbuckle. Phantos one-hops the turnbuckle and leaps off, grabbing JA’s head on the way for a HUGE Snap-mare takeover. Johnny’s had enough, and he tags out. As ‘Tude comes into the ring, Johnny starts to argue with Hale about…well ostensibly about nothing. The distraction lets AA drill Phantos in the balls with a punt that would have made Ray Guy proud. Lucios in incensed and hops in the ring; clothes lining AA out of the ring before Hale can stop him. Hale gives Lucios the 5-count to get back, as Phantos tries to pull himself up by the ropes, and AA tries to pull himself back into the ring. The two legal men are in, and appear to going for a lockup, but as Phantos comes in, he gets the Ole’ treatment and is pushed into the ropes. Phantos bounces off with a head of steam, but eats THE CLAW! The CLAW is applied as AA tries to cinch it in. Crowd is on their feet as Phantos seems to be fading, and he’s definitely starting to bleed from the temples. Phantos chant starts, led by Lucios. Phantos Hulks up, with multiple shots to the inside of the elbow, forcing the hold to be broken. Phantos makes a beeline for his corner, but is caught by the foot. ENZIGURI! Tude hits the canvas and manages to get to Lucios for a nice crowd pop. Lucios decides on Greco-Roman boots to the back of the head. He picks up the prone AA, tosses him off the ropes and catches him, heaves him up for a Looooooooooooooooooooong Vertical Suplex. Cover: 1, 2, no. AA’s in rough shape. Lucios hits the ropes…Big Elbow Drop. Cover: 1, 2, no. Johnny acts like he’s coming in the ring, so Hale is obliged to head over and tell him not to. As Lucios pulls AA up, he gets a huge UPPERNUT and falls to the mat. Tude escapes and tags in Johnny. JA hurries over and goes over just as Lucios is getting up. Before Lucios can gather is bearings, Johnny locks in…Northern Lights Suplex WITH BRIDGE…Cover: 1, 2, no. JA follows up with 3 or 4 European Uppercuts, works him into the corner…Chop-WOO, Chop-WOO, Chop-WOO, Kick-Wham-DDT…Cover: 1, 2, No. He drags Lucios over to the corner and tags in the Semi-recovered ‘Tude. Double – Team Mudhole Stomp! Hale comes over to start a 5 count, and Johnny goes to the apron. AA whips Lucios into the far ropes with AA in pursuit. JA slaps his hands together and runs in the ring. AA catches Lucios and heaves him up, and is caught by Johnny for a MID-AIR ADRENALINE RUSH!! Lucios is done. AA is done from before. JA is trying to become un-done. Phantos is leading cheers from the apron. Johnny recovers enough to throw an arm over: 1, 2, NO! Somehow Lucios kicks out. Johnny goes up to the top; leaping off trying for a JOHNNY ON THE SPOT….And EATS CANVAS! Lucios crawls over with a trickle of red above his right eye, and tags in Phantos; who has a Crimson Mask. Phantos gets over to AA, throws him to the ropes, leapfrogs him on his way back grabbing his head as JA gets up. MEETING OF THE MINDS! Both men hit the mat. Phantos screams “Who’s Legal?” Hale shrugs and points to AA. “Probably him.” Phantos pulls AA to his feet, One Dropkick…AA gets back up…TWO Dropkicks…AA falls near the bottom rope. TRIPLE DROPKICK~! As Phantos nails the baseball slide. SLINGSHOT 360 PLANCHA onto AA! Some barrier-related offense, and tosses ‘Tude back in. Capps pulls at Hale’s pant leg in the ring, while Johnny runs around the side with a FOLDING CHAIR! Paste city, and Phantos has had it. Lucios HEARD it and comes running to see the laid out Phantos and JA holding a chair. Johnny tries to beg off, but to no avail. Lucios is in hot pursuit! He ducks a desperation chair shot, and picks Johnny up…MILLITARY PRESS SLAM ONTO THE STEEL STEPS! Lucios gets his bearings and flies back over to Phantos still on the floor. He grabs Phantos and tosses him under the rope just at 9. Hale starts another 10-count as AA and Phantos are both laid out in the ring as Lucios gets back up on the apron. Phantos is back up at 6, and AA is still laid out. He makes a quick decision and tries a SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT…NOBODY HOME! AA was playing POSSUM! He rolls over to his corner and tags Johnny, but doesn’t leave the ring. A Loopy Johnny picks up Phantos. Greco-Roman Thumb to the Eye from JA as Phantos had the best of that. Lucios SEETHES on the apron at all the blatant cheating. He shoves Phantos in the corner. Irish Whip with the now standing AA, who SPLASHES into Phantos. He waves Johnny on, and holds Phantos in the corner until the last second and moves; another SPLASH on Phantos. Phantos is wobbly The Heels drag Phantos into the middle of the ring. DOUBLE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! This brings Lucios into the ring, and he’s SCREAMING at Hale that there should only be one person in the ring at a time. Hale says something Lucios isn’t impressed with; and in the meantime, Johnny has locked on a SHARPSHOOTER, while AA drills Phantos with stomps and kicks to the head. Lucios points to the crowd seeing this, and as Hale turns to see…well…nothing, Lucios drills Johnny and Tude with some vicious kicks and breaks the hold before Hale admonishes him back to the corner, and they get in a HEATED ARGUMENT!!! Apparently, Lucios hasn’t dug all the cheating Hale hasn’t seen; and Hale hasn’t seen it so he doesn’t understand what Hale is talking about. Lucios finally screams “FINE!” and heads back the apron before dropping off it. Johnny is looking to lock on the SHARPSHOOTER again…and EATS STEEL CHAIR. Lucios charges over to AA who is just getting to his feet, and ‘Tude EATS STEEL CHAIR~! All of this happens in front of Hale who stands there, with his jaw dropped for a second, before calling for the bell he has to call. WINNER by DQ in 16:37 – The Heels – Phantos and Lucios are STILL your OOWF World Tag Team Champions Lucios is NOT DONE. He picks up AA….BORDER TOSS!!!!! He goes over to Johnny, who is really trying to beg off now…BORDER TOSS!!!!! He looks at Hale with MURDER in his eyes. Hale points at his OOWF Logo, and just as Lucios is about to charge; Phantos pulls Lucios’ arm and shakes his head. They head to the back to “The Boss” F. FONZWORTH MACCAPPINGTON vs. OUTBACK JACK – OOWF Intercontinental Title MatchOutback Jack, accompanied by Wally B King, makes his way to the ring first, drinking his pre-match Fosters. When he reaches the ring he hands the empty can to Wally and steps into the ring, all business. The arena lights dim and a spotlight shines on the stage. Six heralds in medieval costumes take their place on the stage as two pages in similar costumes unroll a red carpet down the aisle. The heralds play a fanfare as the Intercontinental Champion, F. Fonzworth MacCappington III, enters the arena, flanked by the rest of L.O.A.D.E.D. and followed by Lance and several burly security guards carrying a glass case on a stand. L.O.A.D.E.D. pose on the stage, then the others head to the back as the champion, Lance, and the security walk down the aisle. FFMC enters the ring and removes the belt. Referee Mel Creech tries to take it but FFMC snatches it back and rolls to the outside. Lance unlocks the case and FFMC lovingly places the belt inside. Lance locks the case and the security guards take up station around it. FFMC starts to climb in the ring, but stops and has words with Lance, who produces a cloth and buffs a scuff mark off of the case. Satisfied, FFMC returns to the ring and Mel calls for the bell. OBJ and FFMC meet in the middle of the ring and go nose to nose. FFMC has a lot to say, but OBJ simply glares and waits for FFMC to pause, then unleashes a monstrous belch in FFMC’s face. FFMC flinches, and OBJ takes advantage, driving the champion back with punches, He backs FFMC into the corner and whips him across the ring. FFMC hits the corner and drops to the mat, rolling outside to regroup. OBJ decides to wait him out, and FFMC stops to admire his title before re-entering the ring at seven. They lock up and FFMC tries for a knee to the midsection. OBJ blocks, so FFMC resorts to a thumb in the eye. OBJ takes a step back and FFMC follows up with an eye rake, then scoops and slams OBJ. FFMC drops an elbow across his throat and makes a quick cover, but only gets one. FFMC pulls OBJ up and backs him into the corner. He hits a series of chops, then points to Lance on the outside. Mel looks at Lance, and FFMC sneaks in a low blow. OBJ doubles over, and FFMC drives a knee into his face. He whips OBJ into the opposite corner, and follows him in with an avalanche. OBJ stumbles forward and FFMC hits a drop toehold, but OBJ turns on the way down, kicking FFMC in the knee. OBJ rolls to his knees and drives his shoulder into the same knee, dropping FFMC to the mat. OBJ goes to work on the knee with stomps and kicks, and then uses a spinning toe hold. FFMC grabs the ropes, and Mel backs OBJ off. FFMC uses the ropes to pull himself up, and tries to shake some life into his leg. OBJ moves back in and hits a European uppercut, then snaps him over with a suplex. He pulls FFMC up and spikes him with a DDT, covering for two. OBJ rolls to his feet and tackles FFMC as gets up, grabbing his leg and rolling him into a half Boston crab. FFMC crawls for the ropes, but OBJ pulls him back, transitioning into an STF. FFMC refuses to submit, and struggles his way to the ropes. OBJ releases the hold and stomps on the knee before Mel backs him off. FFMC gets slowly to his feet as OBJ hits the ropes behind him. Just before the Boomerang hits, FFMC drops to the mat. OBJ hits the opposite ropes and as he comes back, FFMC lunges into a Clothesline from Hell. OBJ hits the mat hard and FFMC slides to the outside. On cue, Lance climbs onto the apron on the opposite side of the ring, distracting Mel, and allowing FFMC to grab OBJ’s feet and crotch him on the ring post. Mel turns around as FFMC rolls back in. FFMC drags OBJ to center ring and hits a rolling pile driver. He drops an elbow, and covers. One…Two…Thr-OBJ just rolls his shoulder in time. FFMC pulls OBJ to he feet and backs him into the corner. He slams OBJ’s head into the turnbuckle several times, then slams him to the mat. He climbs the turnbuckles, but his injured knee slows him down. As he reaches the top, OBJ scales the turnbuckles behind him. OBJ tries for a belly to back suplex, but eats an elbow and falls back into the ring. FFMC hits the Spirit of Pacific Heights and covers for the three. WINNER, and still Intercontinental Champion, F. Fonzworth MacCappington III. After the match: FFMC slides out of the ring and, using Lance as a crutch, hobbles over to the glass case. Lance unlocks it and FFMC retrieves the belt, holding it high before making his way to the back. STANK vs. DONOVAN VIPER – OOWF World Heavyweight Title MatchViper makes his way to the ring, along with the rest of LOADED, this time they don’t stop at the top of the ramp, choosing instead to follow him to the ring. Viper climbs between the ropes and MacCappington, Hardcore, Ecosystem and Voltage take up spots around the ring. Stank comes out to the top of the ramp and surveys the situation for a moment, then leans back and says something and Outback Jack, Spin Hansen and DH Magnusson come out to the top of the ramp. This doesn’t QUITE even the odds, until Firechild steps out from the back as well. LOADED congregates around one side of the ring, obviously not anticipating that Stank would bring his own troops to the ring. Stank climbs between the ropes and his men remain at ring side. This is not scheduled to be a lumberjack match, but it sure looks like one. Stank hands off the belt to the referee, and Viper seizes the opportunity and attacks Stank, nailing him upside the head with a running elbow hat drops Stank to one knee. Viper keeps up the attack catching nailing Stank on the sides with stiff kicks and finishing him off with a stiff kick to the side of the head that sends the big man to the mat. Viper falls on Stank and covers, but only gets a one count. Viper pulls Stank to his knees and drags him across the ring and puts his throat across the bottom rope and chokes him. The referee gets to four and Viper breaks then turns to argue with him. As soon as Viper has the referee’s back turned LOADED strikes, Hardcore catches Stank with a spinning fist to the face, and Volt and Eco take their turns hammering away. This brings The Midnight Sons, Firechild and Jack charging around the ring and a brawl breaks out. Inside the ring, Stank gets to his feet and Viper charges at him, but Stank back drops him over the top rope to the floor, then leaves the ring and joins the fray. On the outside Stank grabs Viper and pulls him to his feet and slams him through the Icelandic Announce table. The Midnight Sons go toe to toe with the Defenestrators and Jack grabs Hardcore from behind and PLANTS him with the CHOMP!! Firechild comes face to face with F. Fonzworth MacCappington on the outside and FFM DARES him to hit him, going so far as to drop to one knee, put his hands behind his back and close his eyes. Firechild glares at FFM and cocks his fist back for a punch, when Outback Jack grabs a wooden chair and busts it across FFM’s face, sending him to the floor barely conscious. Let’s not spend much time wondering why there was a wooden chair in the seats, ok? The Midnight Sons grab a couple of chairs and chase the Defenestrators off, but at this point, the referee has lost complete control of this match and tosses it out. WINNER – No Contest in 11:12 The fight continues, and eventually LOADED things better of it and flees up the ramp. Drink & Destroy and Firechild remain at ringside and celebrate with the crowd. KZ vs. THE MIDNIGHT SONSThe Midnight Sons are already in the ring, and they are dressed in jeans, t-shirts, and of course, cowboy boots. KZ’s music plays and Moose and Williams storm the ring ready for a fight, all four men meet in the center of the ring and trade punches as the crowd roars its approval. Williams rakes Spin’s eyes and kicks him between the ropes to the floor and follows him to the outside. Inside Moose grabs Magnusson and throws him into the corner and follows him in with a running elbow to the jaw. Moose hammers Magnusson with rights and lefts but Magnusson reverses and traps Moose in the corner and catches him with a stiff forearm to the face that rocks Moose’s head back. On the outside Spin hits the floor and before Williams can follow up, Spin nails him with a rising clothesline that sends Williams tumbling over the Algerian Announce Table and sends the announcers scattering. Spin climbs on top of the table and waits for Williams to get back to his feet, then leaps and drops an elbow down on the top of LD’s head. Williams falls against the guardrail, Spin grabs him, but Williams reaches into the seats and grabs a chair and turns and pastes Spin right between the eyes with it. Inside the ring Magnusson whips Moose out of the corner and to the ropes, and charges catching Moose with a high knee to the face. Jack rolls out of the ring and falls to the floor, Magnusson steps between the ropes and runs down the apron and splatters Moose with an elbow drop. Williams has Spin around the throat and has him bent over the table hammering him with shots to the face. Magnusson makes his way around the ring and gets a running start and dives into the fray catching an unsuspecting Williams with a shoulder block that sends him over the guardrail into the crowd. Magnusson hops the guardrail and grabs Williams and scoops him up, clears some people out of the way and slams him onto some chairs that buckle under the weight of Williams. Outside the ring Spin is just getting to his feet when a recovered Moosehead Jack SMACKS him on the back of the head with a barbed wire bat. Stank falls forward and slams face first into the guard rail, and Moose grabs a chair and slams it across his back several time, then pulls Spin to ring side and rolls him under the bottom rope. Moose pulls Spin to his feet and hammers at the cut on his forehead, opening it to a nice gash that is pouring blood. In the crowd, Magnusson throws Williams back over the guardrail onto the steel ramp and tries to follow him, but Williams reaches up and kicks Magnusson’s foot off the guardrail and crotches him. Williams takes off his cowboy boot and slams it into Magnusson's face sending him onto the steel ramp. Williams puts his boot back on and grabs a clangy pole from the ramp side and waits for Williams to look up, then HAMMERS him right between the eyes. Moose stands Spin up and catches him in the neck with a spinning chop, then Moose hits the ropes and charges at Spin, but Spin catches him and nails a SPINEBUSTER. Spin gets to his feet and turns and looks out at the crowd which is cheering wildly, Spin waits till Moose is just about back on his feet, then turns to the audience and calls for a chair, then bails out of the ring. Moose stands up, and immediately chairs begin flying into the ring, a couple catch Moose in the head sending him to the mat, and soon Moose is covered with a mound of chairs. Spin gets back on the apron and climbs to the top rope and nails a PERFECT moonsault roughly at the spot Moose might be. We aren’t sure if Spin actually hit his target or not, but he writhes in pain just the same. On the outside LD Williams has a table set up at ring side and starts climbing with the clangy pole, but Magnusson recovers in time and starts climbing the opposite side, they meet at the top and trade shots, Williams tries to take Magnusson’s head off with a swing of the pole, but Magnusson moves out of the way then slams Williams head on the top of the ladder. Magnusson rears back and tries a big Clothesline from hell, but Williams ducks and grabs Magnusson and falls backward OFF THE LADDER WITH A BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX AND THROUGH THE HAITIAN ANNOUNCE TABLE. The crowd goes silent for a moment and you could hear a pin drop throughout the arena, then almost at once they erupt in a HOLY SHIT chant. Officials rush to ringside to make sure they aren’t dead. Inside the ring, Spin stands shocked at the ropes and stares at his partner. While he is distracted, Moose rises from the chairs and grabs one and throws it at Spin, bouncing it off the back of his head. Spin staggers and Moose spins him around and PLANTS him on the mat with a DDT. Moose covers, and gets a two count. On the outside, they have both Magnusson and Williams dug out of the rubble, and are carrying them upright to the back. They get about halfway up the ramp when both men shrug off the people helping them and meet on the ramp exchanging blows again. The crowd goes ape shit for this. Magnusson gets the better of the exchange, hitting Williams with a Polish Hammer between the eyes, sending Williams to the ramp. Magnusson staggers back to the ring where Moose is hammering on Spin with a barbed wire chair, where the hell he got THAT no one knows. Magnusson rummages under the ring for a moment and comes out with a logging chain and slides into the ring and loops it around Moose’s neck and pulls him off of Spin. Magnusson wraps the chain around his fist and hammers Moose in the face until he is a bloody mess, then throws him over the top rope to the floor, and pulls the slack out of the chain, pulling Moose off the floor. Spin slides out of the ring and uses Moose for a punching bag getting in some nasty shots in. LD Williams is back on his feet now, he picks up a chair and runs down the ramp and clips Spin’s knee, Spin immediately falls to the floor in pain, Williams grabs the barbed wire bat and tears off a few strands and locks on the STF wrapping the wire around Spin’s face and pulling back, Spin howls in pain. Magnusson lets go of the chain letting Moose fall to the floor, Moose hits the floor and spits up a large glob of blood. Magnusson leaves the ring, looks around and grabs a cheese grater (don’t ask) and runs around the ring, grabs Williams head and tilts it back and rakes the cheese grater across his forehead. Williams head explodes with blood, but to his credit, he doesn’t let go of Spin right away. So Magnusson lets go and takes a few steps back and connects with a boot to the back of the head. Williams lurches forward and Magnusson grabs him and locks him in the kati- hajime. Williams struggles to break it, but no ropes, no reason for Magnusson to let go. Well, no reason that is, until Moose grabs the bell and slams it down on Magnusson’s skull. Moose raises it for another shot, but Spin gets back to his feet and nearly breaks Moose in half with a spear. All four men are down outside the ring amid the carnage, the referee looks on helplessly as all four look for weapons. Jack comes out with something in his hands and ducks a charging Spin who is holding a handful of glass tubes. Jack grabs Spin and STAPLES HIM IN THE HEAD WITH A STAPLEGUN!! Jack staples Spin in the head repeatedly, drawing more blood as the crowd recoils in horror. Spin howls in pain and Magnusson makes the save by slamming a boat oar (again, don’t ask) across the back of Jack’s head. Spin rolls into the ring to escape and pull the staples from his face, Magnusson rolls Jack into the ring and turns just in time to see Williams charging with a hockey stick (ok, he IS Canadian, that makes sense), Magnusson sidesteps at the last second and Williams shatters the stick on the ring post. Magnusson lines Williams up and KILLS him with a clothesline from hell. Magnusson drops to one knee clearly exhausted. He spots the light tubes and slides them into the ring and starts pulling the tape off his fist and wrist. Spin gets to his feet and grabs a chair and SLAMS it across Moose’s face, dropping him back onto the pile of chairs. Magnusson takes the tape from around his wrist and ties the light tubes to his arm! What the hell? He motions to Spin, and Spin gets to his feet and hauls Moose up for a power bomb, Magnusson climbs to the top rope and Spin slams Moose down into the chairs, and at the same time Magnusson leaps off the top and drives his elbow-wrapped in light tubes – into Moose’s chest, and face! OH MY GOD! Magnusson’s arm is deeply sliced as well, and Moose, well he could be dead. He hooks the leg and gets the one, two, three just as Williams stumbles into the ring trying to break it up. WINNERS in 33:36 – The Midnight Sons After the match, both teams manage to pull themselves out of the rubble and struggle to their feet. The Midnight Sons are about to leave the ring when KZ grabs them and spins them around, then…….offers a handshake! 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