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OOWF Manilla Warfare PPV Aug 2, 2008 15:19:45 GMT -5

Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 2, 2008 15:19:45 GMT -5

The Knife is standing on top of a cathedral wearing his robes

TK- Bunny...I have beaten you...I have punished you....I have taken you to the edge of your breaking point...and yet you continue to not follow me and the ways I preach. I don't want to hurt you. I want to save you! I want to save your soul!

In the TLC Hell In A Cell, you will see Hell. You will see what the fires and torments of Hell are like and you will know what eternity will be for you if you don't see the ways of the Lord.

On Sunday you will see Hell.

You will fear Hell.

And you will know the true love and glory of God. And I am the right hand of God and you will fear God. And you will fear me.

Sunday...will be your day of reckoning...

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OOWF Manilla Warfare PPV Aug 2, 2008 15:20:04 GMT -5

Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 2, 2008 15:20:04 GMT -5

**Bunny cuts a rather still promo.**

Bunny: Knife, I want you to pray to your God. I want you to pray that he comes and saves you. I want lightning to come down and crash upon my fucking head. I know that you're praying right now, Knife. Pray louder. Louder! I don't feel anything...

**Bunny puts on an act, stumbling around like he's posessed.**

Bunny: Ah, I feel it. Ah, great God almighty! I repent, I repent! I feel the love of the God, God, God almighty! Oh, the Holy Spirit is in my body...

**Bunny stops stumbling around, gets face-to-lense with the camera, and is nothing but serious.**

Bunny: I am the Devil. And I am here to do the Devil's work.

**Bunny puts his paw over the camera to cut to black.**

**Basically all of these words were stolen from The Devil's Rejects.

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OOWF Manilla Warfare PPV Aug 2, 2008 15:20:24 GMT -5

Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 2, 2008 15:20:24 GMT -5

**L.D. Williams exits the Fortress of Snobbery to get some air, and SFJ#27 is waiting for him.**

SFJ#27: “L.D., It’s surprising to see you at a social event. I have to ask, why are you here?”

LD: “Cappington has the right idea trying to get everyone on the same page. That, and he serves good beer.”

SFJ#27: “Last week, you successfully defended the World Title against Ecosystem and injured him, possibly ending his career, in the process.

LD: “Eco was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I have nothing against Eco. If and when he ever returns, I’ll be first in line to shake his hand and welcome him back.”

SFJ#27: “Before the match, you said that you were going to hurt Eco in retaliation for what happened to Johnny Adrenaline…”

LD: “That was part of it. Now that Rick has some people on his side that know what a war is, it’s time to prove how far we’re willing to go. We all know that Moose is nuts, we know that Cole has no conscience, and we know that Eric is, well, Eric. People need to realize that L.D. Williams is part of this army, and I am as dangerous as any man alive.”

SFJ#27: “So you’re now putting Bennett’s cause first?”

LD: “Not a chance in hell. That line about there being no I in team? I’m Canadian – we spell things with extra letters. The World title is the culmination of the last three years of my life. Nothing and no one comes before it. In the process of defending the title, however, I will do whatever I have to to ensure that we win the war.”

SFJ#27: “You are obviously convinced that L.J. Bennett is the best option for the future of the OOWF.”

LD: (shaking his head)“You don’t get it. It’s not about right or wrong or good or evil. Ask Stank. Ask Moose. Ask Outback Jack. This is war. Truth be told, there are people on Rick’s side that I’d rather share a drink with than people on Bennett’s side. But, I will do everything in my power to win this war, not because our hearts are pure and our cause is just, or however ‘Crete would put it, but because this is the side I’ve chosen, and I will not accept failure.”

SFJ#27: “Speaking of Outback Jack, do you have any thoughts on your match this week?”

LD: “If the OOWF let me pick my own challengers, Outback Jack would be at the top of the list. He is always a challenge and always a threat. A match against Jack is a good night – if you survive. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m sure Zabka is doing something amusing that I’m missing.”

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OOWF Manilla Warfare PPV Aug 2, 2008 15:21:01 GMT -5

Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 2, 2008 15:21:01 GMT -5

TO ALL MEMBERS OF TEAM NEUTRAL,
YOU ARE ALL MOST CORDIALLY INVITED
TO BLITZ'S LOCKER-ROOM
FOR A TEAM NEUTRAL MIXER.
WITH SPECIAL GUEST
HOLLYWOOD'S GINA LYNN!
COME TONIGHT FOR FOOD, DRINKS AND GOOD TIMES!

AND

HOLLYWOOD'S GINA LYNN!!!

*Blitz is waiting in his locker-room for guests to arrive.*

B: Ah, The Nerve Agent and Voltage. Splendid to see you here tonight.

V: …

TNA: …

B: I hope we’ve put all our past issues aside, Nerve, so we can enjoy this Team Neutral Mixer.

TNA: …

B: Not much of a talker, hey? Well, I hope you can at least appreciate the universal language of food, drinks and pornography that shall be on display tonight.

*Gina Lynn and Well Hung Male Pornstar#1 arrives and start acting out a scene. Justin Sane enters the room.*

JS: Dudes, I heard there was a party going on. Jerry Lynn was going to be here, I heard?

B: No, but she is.

JS: That’s even better.

*Mark Vander ambles in and takes a seat to watch the action. The Nerve Agent and Voltage are paying no attention to the entertainment, and both of them are eating as if they haven’t had any food in days.*

B: How nice of you to come, Mark. Now I think the Neutrals need to talk strategy.*

MV: …

JS: You know, watching live porn isn’t as good as I thought it would be.

B: …

JS: …

B: Well I trust you must at least have some narcotics to liven up this party.

JS: Nah dude, I’m off that shit.

B: Well that sucks, I mean good for you.

*Gina is spreading her ass cheeks, which Blitz and Sane find rather disgusting when viewed close-up. WHMP1 is preparing to spear her ass, when Beast pops out of Gina’s ass and spears WHMP1! Gina screams and runs away while WHMP1 is very winded, still lying on the floor.*

Blitz: That motherfucker scares me.

*Beast gores the locker-room wall, and takes out Poe, who was walking by and was presumably on his way in. Beast gets up and runs away, running into more walls.*

Blitz: And I thought he was dead. Random British Butler, come here! Where is Gaelic Storm?

RBB: In a pub sir, they say they can’t be bothered with you losers.

B: What’s a pub?

RBB: A shopping-mall.

*Tytan enters.*

Dr: Ultimo. Perfection. War. Steroids.

J: Hey dude.

DR: Ultimo. Perfection. War. Steroids.

*Mark Vander, The Nerve Agent and Voltage have all stopped moving.*

B: So I guess it’s just you and me, Justin. Justin?

*Justin Sane is furtively trying to wrestle a mop. The mop strikes him in the groin and rolls him up for 3.*

B: Aww, fuck this, I’m going to accept Team Bennet’s offer. Butler, please allow these gentlemen to stay, but have them all cleared out before Mayhem starts.

Dr: Ultimo. Perfection. War. Steroids.
*Blitz makes his way towards the Mobile Fortress of Snobbery. As he steps in, Ryan Hardcore immediately smashes his head with the steel dildo.*

RH: Intruder! Attack!

FFM: Ah, let’s teach these Neutral Invaders a lesson.

*Everyone in the room attacks Blitz, except The Dead, who doesn’t want his tag team partner this week to get injured, although he makes no move to stop everyone from beating up Blitz, and Moose and LJ Bennet, who know that Blitz is probably there to join Team Bennet.*

LJB: Stop you crazy bastards, he’s with us!

*No-one pays any attention as MacCappington hacks away with his Halberd. Moose calmly steps between Team Bennet and Blitz.*

MHJ: Gentlemen, I do believe that Blitz came here to join Team Bennet.

*Everyone calms down, but Blitz is already unconscious after taking dildos, Halberds and Chain Elbows.*

DV: So he’s with us now?

MHJ: Unless he minds being brutally attacked for no reason by men who are supposed to be his allies.

*Everyone looks down at Blitz, who is in no shape to confirm where his alliances lie.*

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OOWF Manilla Warfare PPV Aug 2, 2008 15:21:42 GMT -5

Post by mooseheadjack on Aug 2, 2008 15:21:42 GMT -5

CTG - There it is.

Stank - THAT'S where they are staying?

CTG - According to the pilot back on the mainland, yes.

Stank - This is some shit. I don't know HOW the OOWF attracts so many rich motherfuckers. I mean... I do okay... but DAMN!

CTG - I know, right?

Stank - I mean we got what... Davin with all his endorsement deals, Alex and his sister...

CTG - Don't forget your ex partner.

Stank - Right... MacCAPingTON and now LOOK AT THIS.

CTG - I'll take us in for a closer view.

Stank - Eric and his boy are down there somewhere... rich bastard. HOW the fuck does HE afford to stay here? Too bad he couldn't afford to bribe that charter pilot not to reveal his location.

CTG - I guess it DOESN'T pay to be rude.

Stank - Whatever... WAIT is that Kincaid?

CTG - Down there on the kayak? It kind of looks like him?

Stank - Damn. Look at that tan. He's almost as dark as me.

CTG - Ha.

Stank - Circle us around and let's land this sucker.

CTG - I can't believe you convinced me to do this. Sneak attacking our foes is not my style.

Stank - Well if it helps you feel any better, there are ninja cameramen about. If Eric is watching the ever vigilant OOWF TV, he probably knows we're here.

CTG - WHAT? Well this was for nothing!

Stank - We're on a private island resort. Even if we don't get Eric or the rookie, there's no reason we can't make the best of it.

<Crete lands the plane. Moments later he, Stank and SFJ#3 are walking into the hotel lobby.>

CTG - I still don't know why SFJ#3 is here?

Stank - Emily? I don't know. I thought I might want some company.

CTG - I didn't think we were going to stay here.

Stank - Look at this place, Crete.

CTG - But we're here to do a ruthless deed.

Stank - And after that is done... I might want some company.

CTG - You're insane. You know that?

Stank - What...? I would've brought you one if I thought you'd... you know.

CTG - What is THAT supposed to mean?

Stank - Do you... do you even... LIKE women?

CTG - OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!

Stank - I've never seen you with a woman.

CTG - Stank PLEASE! Let's just get this over with!

Stank - Fine. Fine. Continue to avoid the issue.

CTG - Avo-? I'M NOT AVOIDING the ISSUE!

Stank - Ok. Whatever you say, Crete.

CTG - OH DON'T YOU "whatever you say, Crete" ME! I'm ALL MAN! I'll DO SFJ#3 RIGHT HERE in FRONT of EVERYONE!

Stank - Go ahead. Drop your pants.

CTG - What... right here... in front of everyone?

Stank - I'm waiting.

SFJ#3 - I'm not.

<SFJ#3 goes for Crete's pants!>

CTG - UNHAND me WOMAN! STOP IT!

Stank - OK, that proves it.

CTG - Proves WHAT?

Stank - You're gay.

CTG - I AM NOT! I just have... standards.

Stank - Whatever queerie. Let's go.

CTG - I AM NOT VIPER!

Stank - HA!

<Stank and Crete approach the desk clerk.>

Clerk - Ah more patrons from the OOWF.

Stank - You've seen more of us here?

Clerk - Yes... In fact Mr O'Mac is getting a therapy session in our massage suite, as we speak. Shall I send word of your arrival?

Stank - That won't be necessary. How long has he been in there?

Clerk - Oh not too long.

Stank - Do us a favor and don't tell him we're here. It's a surprise.

<The clerk smiles a toothy grin.>

Clerk - I understand. Please enjoy your stay.

CTG - One other thing. Mr. O'Mac's friend...?

Clerk - Ah yes... Mr. Kincaid. He's out kayaking on the beach front.

Stank - Excellent. Which way to our rooms.

Clerk - Follow this young lady. She will take you to your rooms.

CTG - Is she single?

Clerk - As a matter of fact she is.

CTG - Good. I think I will ask HER out!

Stank - ...

CTG - On a DATE!

Stank - Fine. Can we go now? Let's take care of business first. Miss, you can show Emily to my room. Crete and I will be heading to the spa area. I've got a kink in my neck.

YL - The spa suites are down the hall and over to the right.

CTG - Thank you miss. Are you doing anything later tonight?

<The big man yanks Crete down the hallway.>

Stank - C'MON Romeo!

<Following the directions given, Stank and Crete arrive at the massage suite only to find that... Eric O'Mac is not there.>

ALEXANDER DARLING vs. POE – Sadistic Madness Match

We get the full recap of this feud as officials cart Bunny out of the ring, help Knife to the back, mop up the blood, and take down the cell. Finally the ring is ready to go and we get the intros for both men. Alexander Darling comes to the ring first, alone, Alexis is nowhere to be seen. He paces around the ring waiting for his arch-nemesis to make it into the ring. Poe is introduced and he slowly makes his way to the ring. The rules of this match are simple, you can win by pin fall or submission, but, not before you make your opponent bleed. The blood has to be flowing before there can be a pin fall or submission. Poe steps between the ropes and glares at Darling and smirks. The two men meet in the center of the ring, and Poe stares at Darling, then slowly turns so his back it to Darling. Darling doesn’t appear to know what to do at first, he looks out across the audience and sees a fan with a sign that says DARLING LOST TO A BIRD! Darling snarls and hammers Poe from behind, hitting him with forearms to the back of the head as Poe staggers around the ring. And Darling continues to hammer him until Poe is in the corner. Darling fires some rights and lefts then climbs onto the ropes and starts biting Poe, but Poe shoves him off and Darling hits the mat hard. Poe shakes his head to clear the cobwebs and comes out of the corner and tries a kick to Darling as he gets up off the mat, but Darling catches his leg and takes him to the mat with a dragon screw leg whip. Darling grabs Poe by the leg and drags him to the corner then hops out of the ring and repeatedly slams Poe’s knee into the side of the ring post. Darling locks Poe in the ring post figure four and Poe cries out in pain. In theory he could keep this on until he snapped Poe’s leg, and Poe could submit a hundred times, and it wouldn’t matter because Darling has not made Poe bleed. Darling releases the hold, then grabs a chair and adds one more shot to the side of his knee. Poe tries to crawl back into the ring, grabbing his knee in pain, but Darling reaches into the ring and pulls him to the outside of the ring, letting him fall hard on the floor. Darling pulls Poe to a sitting position and hammers away at his forehead. Poe is stunned as Darling lets him slump to the floor so he can rummage around ringside and under the ring and look for more weapons. Darling comes back with a cookie sheet and warps it across Poe’s skull, repeatedly, until it is bent nearly in half. Darling takes the cookie sheet and bends it the opposites way until the sheet snaps in half! The edge of that cookie sheet is razor sharp, and Darling tries to bring it against Poe’s forehead, but he won’t let him. Poe fights for all he has and gets to his feet, a few straight punches to the face slow Darling down. Poe catches him with a boot to the midsection, then throws him shoulder first into the steel stairs. Now it is Poe’s turn to rummage the ring, he tosses a ladder into the ring, then finds a logging chain and tosses that into the ring as well, then he pulls out something that has no business being in a wrestling arena, a board with razor sharp barbed wire stapled to it! He slides that into the ring and slowly stalks Darling. Darling is grabbing his shoulder in pain. Poe grabs him by the back of the head and slams him face first into the ring post, that has to be it for Darling, he has to be busted open. Poe pulls him away and almost seems surprised that there is no blood. Poe scoops Darling up for a slam, but his knee buckles and Darling slips over his shoulder and lands behind him. Darling spins Poe around and rocks him with several European uppercuts that stagger Poe and send him back against the guardrail. Darling charges and Poe backdrops him over the guardrail into the audience. Poe slowly turns to Darling and tries to grab him, but Darling throws a chair that bounces off of Poe’s head and sends him to the floor. Darling waits for Poe to get to his feet and gets a running start, springs to the top of the guardrail and leaps….and Poe catches him and turns it into a spine buster on the floor! Darling is broken in half! Poe slowly gets to his feet and grins sadistically to himself before slowly pulling Darling to a sitting position and turning to his moon goddess Selena. She hands Poe a small length of razor wire and Poe takes the wire and repeatedly and furiously rakes it across Darling’s forehead! Blood spurts from the open wounds on Darling’s head as he screams in pain as the razors slice his flesh. Poe lets Darling fall to the floor and we get a close up of the blood flowing off of Darling’s forehead and pooling on the floor. Gruesome. Poe nods to Selena and slowly pulls Darling to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Now that Darling is bleeding, Poe can get pin or submission. Darling staggers around the ring, trying to wipe the blood from his face. Poe stands the ladder up, then grabs the logging chain and wraps it around his fist and NAILS Darling right between the eyes sending him to the mat. Poe loops the chain around Darling’s throat, then starts to climb the ladder. As Poe climbs higher and higher, the chain tightens around Darling’s throat. Poe gets to the top of the ladder and straddles the top and starts pulling the chain up, pulling Darling off his feet! The blood spurts from Darling’s forehead as the pressure on his head increases, it certainly looks like Poe is trying to end this….forever! Darling struggles to keep consciousness, and in a last desperate act to save himself he puts his legs on the rungs of the ladder, keeping Poe from pulling anymore. Darling grabs the chain and a tug of war of sorts begins. Darling uses the last bit of his strength and gives the chain a hard pull and it sends Poe off the top of the ladder crashing into the barbed wire board! Poe writhes in agony as the barbs tear into his flesh cutting deeper and deeper each time he moves to try and free himself. Darling sees Poe struggling and takes the chain and starts climbing the ladder himself. Somehow, weak with the loss of blood, and blinded by the blood in his eyes, Darling makes it to the top of the ladder and wraps the chain around his fist. Alexander pauses for a moment, then leaps off the ladder, driving his chain wrapped fist right between Poe’s eyes! Poe remains still, as the blood runs from his face, and numerous cuts all over his body. He is almost certainly out cold. Darling sits there for a moment, then falls across Poe for the pin and gets the one, two, thre….NO! Poe grabs Darling by the throat and slowly gets to his feet, the barbed wire board still sticking grotesquely to his back. Poe backs Darling against the ladder and Darling starts to climb the rungs of the ladder, he almost escapes Poe’s grasp, when Poe pulls him off the ladder and CHOKESLAMS him to the mat! Selena tosses Poe a chair and Poe stands and waits for Darling to get to his feet then BLASTS him with the chair, but Darling will not go down! He staggers for a moment, then regains his balance and spits a mouth full of blood at Poe, so Poe gives him another more brutal chair shot. Darling drops to one knee, but fights back up and flips Poe the double bird. Pos snarls and cracks Darling in the face with the chair a third time, there goes the nose again. Darling falls against the ropes, which appears to be all holding him up. Poe grabs the ladder and folds it up and leans it into the corner, then goes back to Darling and nails him across the back of the head with the chair, then sets him up for a power bomb, runs into the corner and slams Darling back first against the ladder, holds on to him, then DRIVES him to the mat with a brutal power bomb. Darling flops off the mat like a rag doll. Poe falls on Darling and covers, one, two, NO! How the hell could Darling POSSIBLY have kicked out of that? Poe snarls and pulls Darling to his feet again and sets him up for another power bomb on the ladder, but Darling slips out of it and reverses it into a DDT on the ladder, driving Poe’s head into the steel! Both men are down. The referee cannot start a ten count, because this match HAS to end in a pin fall or submission. Darling manages to get to his feet first and he bounds off the opposite ropes and leaps onto Poe's back, which still has some of the barbed wire board hanging off it, driving the barbs into his back and causing Poe to yell in pain. As Poe sits up, we see he has a nasty knot on his forehead where he slammed into the ladder. Darling grabs the board and rips it off Poe’s back, tearing pieces of flesh off of his back. Darling falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring and rummages and comes back with a leather strap. Darling whips Poe’s back, leather meeting raw flesh, sending howls of agony from Poe’s mouth. Darling loops one end of the leather strap around Poe’s ankle and the other end around the top rope, leaving Poe’s ankle in a very vulnerable position. Darling once again slips out of the ring, staggers around outside, nearly falls – he has GOT to be weak from blood loss, I mean we are talking Bill Alfonso blood loss here – but comes back into the ring with a pipe wrench. Darling uses the wrench to choke Poe fore a few minutes, then pulls himself up and hammers Poe’s ankle with the wrench! Poe’s ankle could be shattered! Again! Darling undoes the leather and pulls Poe to the center of the ring and locks him in the ankle lock. Poe howls in pain but will not give Darling the satisfaction of quitting. Poe uses his free leg to repeatedly kick Darling in the face until he breaks the hold. Darling slumps against the ropes, and Poe struggles to get to his feet. He can barely put any weight on that ankle, Darling charges and Poe tries to scoop him up, but once again that ankle and knee give out and Darling manages to slip over his shoulder to the mat. Darling spins Poe kicks him low, and hits a CRUCIFIX BOMB! Darling collapses to the mat with his arm draped across Poe, the referee hits the mat and counts, one, two, three. Mercifully, this one is over.
WINNER in 29:21 – Alexander Darling

Officials rush to the ring and help both men to the back. I am betting that both men are going to need a whole lot of blood.

DAVIN MORELAND vs. CHRIS COLE – Best of Seven Series Match 7: Steel Cage Match – Escape Only: Series Tied at 3

Both Cole and Moreland were separated from the other workers before the match. All workers will be allowed to come down to ringside after Moreland and Cole are in the ring. Generic “Hype Up” music blasts through the PA and the house lights go out, while some spots and strobes do some stuff focused on the ring. The Ring Announcer gets a single spot on him in the center of the ring.

RA: Ladies and Gentlemen this will be the SEVENTH and DECIDING MATCH to determine the #1 Contender to the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

RA: Introducing First…

rumbles through the PA, and “The Main Event” Chris Cole, looking VERY confident; makes his way down to ring, and is told to stand on one side.

RA: 6 foot 1, weighing in at 235 lbs…he is the former OOWF Tag Team, and OOWF World Heavyweight Champion…”The Main Event” Chris Cole!

There’s lots and lots of booing, but Cole just smiles, and bounces back and forth on the balls of his feet waiting.

RA: And His Opponent…

fires up through the sound system as the crowd rises to their feet as one in a very loud and unified “More-land” chant. Moreland makes his way down slapping hands with the fans, ALSO looking very confident. Officials force Davin to stand on the other side of the ring, but he makes eye contact with Cole, and the trash talk has started already. Can’t we all just get along?

RA: 6 foot 10, weighing in at 288 lbs…he is the former, and longest reigning OOWF Onslaught Champion…Davin “Psycho” Moreland!

Crowd cheers themselves into a pool of batshit after that; Davin raises his arms and then starts pacing back and forth,

RA: Ladies and Gentlemen…We will now lower…THE CAGE!

The cage lowers. There’s like lights and stuff.

RA: Ladies and Gentlemen, there is one way and one way only to win this match, and that is by Escape. The first man with both feet on the ground is the winner. Davis Hightower is your referee.

Davis Hightower strolls in to a smattering of applause, mainly because no one gives a shit. The Ring Announcer is shuttled out of the ring as Hightower gets in. OOWF officials usher Cole into the ring first, followed by Moreland, and just so there are no shenanigans, Hightower locks the cage from the INSIDE! Cole and Moreland are already nose to nose talking about each other’s mothers or something…Davin says something like “3-0” and Cole says something like “18-1”, and I think we can safely assume these two really don’t like each other much. OOWF officials now allow the workers to gather at ringside, and it appears most if not all of the locker room has emptied out to check this match out. As you might imagine, Team Rick is on one side, and Team OOWF is on the other while the non-committed kind of gather around the ramp and not get killed. I’m sure someone thought this was a good idea. Meanwhile, Hightower is trying to explain to the two combatants that they have to be separated if they want to start the match. Finally, he’s able to pry the two apart for a second and call for the bell…WE’RE UNDERWAY!

Both appear to look for a tie-up, but at the last second, Cole goes around and hits a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX. Nice way to start. Cole drops an elbow to Moreland’s “lower abdomen” and locks in a headlock. Hightower looks on, but he’s little more than a spectator. The crowd starts to clap and Davin starts to “Moreland Up” and manages to get to the proverbial vertical base. He shoves Cole into the ropes, and Moreland whips him through to the other ropes. Moreland does some gymnastics before Cole bounces up and DRILLS him with a Handspring Back Elbow. Cole is a little staggered holding his chin. Moreland springboards off those same ropes and hits a Jericho Bulldog/Faceplant. Cole rolls onto his back holding his face, and Moreland follows up with a Double Knee to the midsection. Cole yells out, but Davin seems to be a quarter-step ahead and grabs Cole’s legs…and locks in a SHARPSHOOTER!

Cole is screaming in pain, but he can tap for a week and nothing will happen. Even a rope break won’t matter. Cole’s going to have to try to get out of it another way, and after 3 full minutes, he somehow manages to get the big man moving and roll him through and off the move! Moreland’s momentum nearly takes him out of the ring as Cole crawls to his feet holding his back, just as Moreland does across the ring. Davin charges, but Cole is able to counter with a big Body Drop presumably out of the ring. But, Moreland skins the cat and Nails Cole with a Stun Gun on the ropes. Davin drops to the floor, and Cole momentarily drops to the mat. Moreland lifts up the ring apron LOOKING FOR PLUNDER! He starts tossing stuff into the ring, from trash cans to tables before heading back inside. Unfortunately for Moreland though, he forgot about Cole momentarily, and Cole PASTES him with a Chair Shot to the Dome. Moreland is wobbly-legged and drops to his knees, before eating ANOTHER CHAIR SHOT, this time to the back of the head. Davin is flat on his face on the mat. Cole BLASTS him one more time with the chair for good measure, and gets onto the cage, climbing up, looking for the win.

On the outside, tempers have started to flare, and fists have started to be thrown. For now, it’s just a few isolated one-on-one skirmishes, but this can’t possibly be good. Cole is having trouble at first getting a foothold on the cage, but is finally making some progress, and is about halfway up before the camera cuts to Moreland on all fours shaking the cobwebs out. The crowd is urgently yelling for Moreland to get up. Cole looks up and smiles, thinking he can smell victory. Meanwhile, Davin has shoddily set up a table, and looks up. He SPRINGBOARDS straight up and with his arms fully extended is able to grab one of Cole’s ankles, stopping his progress. Davin is just swinging there and unable to get any leverage, but Davin’s body weight is causing Cole to lose his balance. Davin tries to generate some momentum by pushing off the cage. Cole slips just as Davin pushes off with both legs. Davin’s hands slip off Cole’s boot and his momentum carries him RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE! (Firewoman’s rule of tables™ ) Cole doesn’t fare much better, as he lands throat first on the rope and ends up smashing into the cage. Hightower can do nothing more than shake his head.

Things have gotten more heated outside, as there are a couple of group fights, and a body will occasionally fly into the cage from the outside. Davin is up first, and grabs the trusty trash can, and rolls to the apparently dead Cole, and looks to do some smashy-smashy. However, the wily veteran Cole was playing a bit of possum, and connects with a HARD kick to the gut just as Moreland was about to smash him with the trash can, and the trash can goes flying. Cole gets to his feet, and HITS the keeled-over Davin with a DDT, and boy did he nail it. Cole rolls into the ring to grab some toys, and tosses out a couple chairs, a table and a trash can lid. Cole grabs a chair, and looks to waffle Davin, but this time Davin’s playing some possum, and Moreland hits Cole with a SWIFT KICK TO THE BALLS! The chair goes flying and the crowd cheers for some reason. Cole gets some rough cage treatment, getting his face rubbed all across the cage in front of Team Bennett. Needless to say, they’re not happy. Cole is busted wide open now, and it looks like the technical part of this match is done, as Davin starts to ROCK Cole with Right Hands, and to his credit, Cole is giving as good as he’s getting in this exchange, and it’s starting to resemble a hockey brawl.

Outside the ring is starting to resemble a riot, as we have full-scale pandemonium going on. It’s a full battle between Team OOWF and Team Bennett, with the non-committeds getting caught in the crossfire, and it’s quite a sight. Meanwhile back in the ring, Cole has gotten the advantage, and is giving Moreland some Rough Cage Treatment now. When Cole is satisfied, it’s time for GERMAN SUPLEXES INTO THE CAGE! There must have been three or four in that sequence. Cole goes into the ring to the top turnbuckle. He takes off and hits the BRET HART ELBOW on a downed Davin, and now might be the time to make a run for it. Cole disagrees, and struggles to pull Moreland up, but he does it, and hits a HEADLINER ON THE FLOOR! Now it’s time, and the crowd is REALLY concerned this time, as Cole begins the long, slow climb.

Assuming most of the crowd noticed, because the full-scale riot at ringside has now spilled over into the crowd Pistons/Pacers style, and it’s just getting a bit ugly out there. Security and Local Police are trying their best to keep the crowd separated from the fight, but it’s getting difficult. A bloody, bruised and beaten Chris Cole appears to be on his way to the apparent victory after hitting Davin with the HEADLINER. But Moreland is stirring below, and is to his feet, and he looks up to spot Cole, who is ¾ of the way there. Davin thinks quickly, and rolls into the ring, running away from Cole, hits the ropes, getting a BIG running start, SPRINGBOARDS off the ropes and lands Spider-Man style against the cage almost ½ way up. The cage shakes a LOT once Davin hits it, and it forces Cole to take a misstep and fall a foot or so. Davin is having no trouble going up the cage, but Cole recovers rather quickly. Davin makes up the ground and they both reach the top at the same time. The two trade right hands at the top of the cage, and the crowd is in a full-throat “PLEASE DON’T DIE” chant. The war continues at the top seemingly at an impasse until Davin mixes in 2 head butts to the nose along with the right hands, and Cole stops swinging momentarily. Davin looks around and soaks up everything around him, and looks at Cole, knowing he’s got to put him away for good. Dear God…What is he doing? The crowd is SCREAMING “NO!” as Davin locks his arms around Cole’s head. He stands up. Oh my God, no. REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE INTO THE RING 30 FEET DOWN! Half of the ring collapses due to the force of that maneuver.

The crowd is silent, and outside, the fighting has stopped, and even the announcers are mumbling in their “quiet” voices. Hightower is looking in on the two, but there’s not much he can do. After an uncomfortable 20 or 30 seconds go by, there is stirring, and the crowd is absolutely BATSHITTING themselves, as Davin Moreland has made it to all fours, shakes the cobwebs, and groggily gets to his feet. He walks over to the fallen Cole, who has NOT moved, and gives him the International Sign for “It’s Over”. Davin takes a deep breath and starts the climb to the top of the cage. There will be no save from Cole, as he still hasn’t moved. About ¾ of the way up, Team OOWF surrounds the potential “landing area”, but it looks like Team Bennett collectively lost their puppy, and make no move toward them. Instead, they mill around the front of the cage, waiting for it to be unlocked. The crowd is in a loud, sustained and unified “WE LOVE DA-VIN” Chant as he makes his way up. At the top of the cage, he shoots another “It’s Over” sign to Cole, plays to the crowd a bit, and jumps. Just as Cole starts to stir in the ring, Davin’s feet hit the floor, and it’s finally over.
WINNER by ESCAPE in 42:58 and NEW #1 Contender to the OOWF Heavyweight Championship…DAVIN MORELAND!

Davin’s feet hit the floor and he immediately collapses in a heap. Davis Hightower sprints to the door and unlocks it, calling for the paramedics, and some Team Bennett members spill into the ring. Davin’s got his arms around Phantos and Lucios’ shoulders and they help him to the back to the roar of the crowd, and Team OOWF follow them to the back, celebrating.

ERIC O’MAC & TYSON KINCAID vs. STANK & CONCRETE TG – Steel Cage Match

Repairs are made to the cage and the ring as we get a recap of the Bennett-Rick feud. With everything all squared away we are ready to go. Stank and Concrete TG are announced first, and they come to the ring, surprisingly to the superhero music. Crete is completely into it, but Stank just stomps to the ring behind him with a sour look on his face. They climb into the ring and talk strategy in the corner. Eric O’Mac and Tyson Kincaid are announced next and they come to the ring and step right inside the cage. Eric looks like he will start things against Crete for this one. This is a standard tag team match, just inside a cage. Eric and Crete slowly circle, then lock up, Crete pushes Eric back to a neutral corner and the referee calls for a clean break, Crete steps away, but Eric catches him with a chop to the chest, then connects with a spinning heel kick that sends Crete to the mat. Eric grabs Crete by the head and tries to send him into the cage face first, but Crete puts on the breaks and hits a spinning front kick that catches Eric in the mouth and sends him back to the middle of the ring. Crete tags in Stank, and pulls Eric to his feet and whips him toward Stank, Stank catches Eric by the head and throws him into the cage! Eric hits about halfway up the cage and bounces back into the center of the ring. Stank pulls Eric up and pulls him right into a short clothesline. Eric falls to the mat and Stank drops a big elbow across his chest, covers and gets a two count. Stank pulls Eric to his feet and sends him face first into the cage again, this time Eric melts off the cage and slumps to the mat. As Stank moves in to pull Eric up, Eric NAILS Stank with a low blow. Stank staggers to the middle of the ring doubled over in pain. Eric hits the ropes and catches Stank in the temple with a knee that sends him down to the mat. Eric tags in Tyson Kincaid and he steps between the ropes and pulls Stank up and slams him face first into the cage, then holds Stank’s face there and repeatedly rakes it across the metal. Kincaid takes a few steps back and charges, driving his knee into the back of Stank’s head. Stank falls to the mat and Kincaid mounts him and chokes the life out of Stank. Crete charges into the ring and breaks it up with an enzuguri to the back of Kincaid’s head sending him to the mat. Stank gets to his feet and staggers back into the corner, Kincaid gets up and charges in but Stank moves out of he way and Kincaid crashes into the corner, Stank grabs Kincaid and hauls him up on his shoulders and drops to his knees, snapping Kincaid’s back across his massive shoulders. Stank pulls Kincaid up and throws him into his corner and makes the tag to Crete. Crete comes in and grabs Kincaid by the back of the head and traps his arms, and slams him in the face repeatedly with head butts. Kincaid falls to the mat dazed, blood running from a small cut on Kincaid’s nose. Crete puts the bots to Kincaid, then pulls him to his feet, lifts him and drops him with an inverted atomic drop, then grabs Kincaid and sends him face first into the steel. Kincaid bounces off the cage staggers a little bit, throws a few wild punches that are nowhere near Crete, then falls to the mat face first. Crete hits the ropes and drops a leg across the back of Kincaid’s head, rolls him over and gets a two count that is broken up by Eric. Crete chases Eric out of the ring, then pulls Kincaid to his feet and sets him on the top rope and climbs up for a superplex, but Kincaid fights him off and shoves Crete backward. Crete jumps right back to his feet and climbs the corner again trying for another suplex. The two men sit on the top rope trading shots to the face. Kincaid rakes Crete’s eyes then throws a forearm that catches Crete on the chin and sends him off the top rope to the mat. Kincaid steadies himself, then leaps and catches Crete with a clothesline. Kincaid makes the tag to Eric and Eric leaps over the top rope and cuts Crete off preventing him from making the tag to Stank. Eric plants Crete on the mat with a DDT, then turns and catches Stank with a running kick to the chops. Eric turns back to Crete, but Crete crawls between his legs and tags in a very pissed off Stank. Stank comes in and hammers Eric to the mat with rights and lefts, Kincaid comes in and he gets more of the same. Stank grabs Eric and throws him face first into the cage, then catches him on the rebound up on his shoulders for the Stank U! Stank turns to drop Eric, but Kincaid runs in and POPS Stank with what appear to be brass knuckles! Stank hits the mat, out! Crete charges and spears Kincaid, and both men tumble between the ropes and fight and claw at one another between the ropes and cage. Eric climbs to the top rope, then pauses and starts climbing the cage! Eric stands on the top of the cage and stare down at Stank with a crazed look on his face. Eric leaps FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH! But Stank MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!!! Eric SLAMS into the mat and you can see all he wind driven out of his body. Stank tries to clear the cobwebs, but you can see he is not all there. He is there enough to hook Eric and roll him over and hook the leg and get the one, two, three.
WINNERS in 18:01 – Stank & Concrete TG

After the match Kincaid and Crete free themselves from their fight and check on their opponents. Crete helps Stank to his feet and we can see Stank has a glazed look on his face, he may have suffered a concussion from those brass knuckles. Kincaid helps Eric to a sitting position and Eric says something to him. Kincaid gets to his feet and charges across the ring and NAILS Crete on the back of the head with a brass knuckle shot! Crete is out cold on his feet, and falls to the mat. Stank turns around and he is attacked by both Eric and Kincaid. Kincaid pulls a pair of handcuffs out of his boots and cuffs Stank to the cage, then they KO the referee and steal his belt and WHIP Stank mercilessly! Davin Moreland, Phantos & Lucios storm the ring and Kincaid and Eric escape over the top of the cage and up the ramp to the safety of the back.

GAELIC STORM vs. THE MIDNIGHT SONS – OOWF World Tag Team Title Match

The four men make it to the ring and they meet in the center of the ring and all four bump knuckles. This should be a clean, if not hard fought match. It looks like it will be Seamus and Spin starting things off. The two men circle and lock up, collar and elbow, but neither can push the other anywhere, so they break the hold and just stat trading shots to the head. Spin catches Seamus with a knee to the gut and sends him to the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a hip toss. Seamus spins up to his feet and gets leveled with a hard clothesline from Spin. Spin drops several elbows across Seamus’ chest, then pulls him to the Sons corner and tags in Magnusson. Magnusson steps between the ropes and plants a boot to Seamus’ mouth, then drags him out of the corner and rolls him over and drops an elbow across his back, then locks Seamus in a crossface, raking his forearm across Seamus nose. Doesn’t seem like he would get a submission here, so this is just a punishing move. Seamus works his ay to the ropes and forces the break. Magnusson pulls Seamus to his feet and sends him to the ropes and connects with a big boot to the face. Magnusson covers and gets a two count, but Seamus rolls his shoulder. Both men get to their feet and DH scoops Seamus up and plants him on the mat, then bounds off the ropes and tries a big elbow drop but Seamus rolls out of the way and DH crashes and burns. Seamus pulls Magnusson up and hits a side suplex that folds Magnusson up. Seamus tags in Wrath, and Damon comes in and drops a leg across Magnusson’s chest, then gets to his feet and plants a boot right to the mouth. Wrath pulls Magnusson to his feet and sends him to the ropes and elevates him with a high back body drop. Wrath measures Magnusson and waits for him to get to his feet, then catches him with a running high knee to the jaw. Wrath climbs to the second rope and drops a knee across Magnusson’s chest, then mounts him and hammers away with shots to the face. Magnusson shoves him off and gets to his feet, Wrath charges and the two men lock up, DHM spins him into the corner and blisters him with chops to the chest, then whips Wrath across the ring to the opposite corner and follows him with a running clothesline slamming Wrath in the corner. Wrath staggers out of the corner and DH tags in Spin. Spin comes into the ring and drops Wrath to the mat with a clothesline to the back of the head. Spin tries to lock on the Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, but Wrath fights him and doesn’t let him hook he move in properly. Seamus runs into the ring and saves his partner with a boot to Spin’s face. Spin gets to his feet and catches Seamus with a blind side shot to the side of the head that sends him out of the ring to the floor. Spin turns back to Wrath, who is on his feet, Wrath grabs Spin by the head and tries a diamond cutter, but Spin pushes him to the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a thunderous spine buster! Spin pulls Wrath to his feet and hauls him up for a suplex, then turns and drives him to the mat with a jackhammer. Spin covers, but once again Seamus makes it into the ring to break up the pin. This brings Magnusson into the ring, and all four men begin to brawl in the center of the ring. Seamus and Magnusson hammer one another with rights and lefts. Spin joins the fray, only to get caught from behind by Wrath. Wrath throws Spin out of the ring to the floor, then gets a running start and leaps over the top rope, taking Spin out in the process. Inside the ring, Seamus grabs Magnusson in a side head lock, but DH lifts him in the air and throws him over the top rope to the floor. Magnusson rolls out of the ring and catches Wrath with a shot to the back of the head, then rolls him into the ring. Spin follows and they set him up for the power bomb/elbow combo! (really, we need a name for this) but that pesky Seamus rolls back into the ring and catches Spin in the small of the back with a knee. Spin drops Wrath and Seamus spins him around and plants him with a DDT. Magnusson waits for Seamus to get to his feet and leaps off the top rope and catches him with a knee between the eyes. Seamus falls to the mat dazed and seemingly out of it. Wrath gets to his feet and grabs Magnusson from behind and PLANTS him with a reverse DDT, then rolls him out of the ring. Spin struggles to his feet, doubled over in pain, and Wrath bounds off the ropes and catches him with a kick to the back of the head sending Spin back to the mat. Wrath covers but only gets a two count. Seamus and Magnusson are jawing with one another across the ring, Seamus must say something Magnusson doesn’t like and he comes into the ring. As the referee gets Magnusson out of the ring, Wrath scoops Spin up, but Spin slips over his shoulder and runs him to the ropes for a roll up, but as Wrath ducks between the ropes and Seamus catches Spin in the head with a shillelagh to the head! (why a shillelagh? Because all good Irishmen have one) Wrath rolls through Spins roll up and hooks the legs and gets the one, two, three before Magnusson can get back into the ring.
WINNERS in 15:58 – Gaelic Storm

After the match the Sons and Gaelic Storm meet in the center of the ring and an argument between the two teams erupts. As things start to really get heated and it looks like they are going to come to blows, Davin Moreland, Crete, Lucios and Capellan run to the ring and separate the two teams. From the top of the ramp, Cole, Eric, Moose and Bennett watch with an amused look on their face.

DONOVAN VIPER vs. CARL FROM FRESNO – OOWF Intercontinental Title Match

Carl From Fresno comes to the ring accompanied by Lucios. That seems like a bit of an odd pairing. Phantos is nowhere to be seen, though I would imagine he is somewhere meeting with Dr. Sydney Freedman. The OOWF Intercontinental Champion Donovan Viper is announced and he comes out with Attitude Adjuster. The devious duo make their way to the ring amid the boos of the crowd. Carl is getting his first shot at the Intercontinental title just weeks after getting his first shot at the world title. Not bad for a guy who was homeless a few hours ago. He must know someone. Anyway Viper gets into the ring and both men’s seconds leave the ring and wait on the outside, where I am sure they will have no bearing on the match whatsoever. Viper hands the IC title to the referee, then immediately charges across the ring and nails Carl with a punch to the mouth. Carl drops to one knee and Viper grabs him by the head and drags him over to the corner and hangs his throat on the bottom rope and drives knees into Carl’s back, choking him on the ropes. Viper finally breaks at four when the referee threatens disqualification. As he backs away and gets admonished by the referee, Attitude Adjuster gets in a couple of cheap shots, which sends Lucios around the ring to chase him away. Viper pulls Carl to his feet and backs him into the corner and climbs to the second rope and hammers Carl with shots to the top of the head. Carl grabs hold of Viper and takes a few steps out of the corner and falls backward, SNAKEYES!! Viper’s head snaps off the top turnbuckle and he falls to the mat, and it appears that he spits a couple of teeth out as well. Carl gets to his feet and pulls Viper up and hammer locks him, then scoops him up and slams him, driving Viper’s weight down on his arm. Carl stalks Viper waiting for him to get to his feet, Viper is up and swings wildly, and Carl catches his arm and drops him with an arm breaker DDT! It appears that someone has been working with Carl to improve his moveset. Carl grabs Viper and sends him into the corner, where Viper crashes shoulder first into the steel. Viper stays there grimacing in pain, and Carl grabs him and rolls him up from behind and gets a tow count, as Viper kicks you, Carl keeps hold of his arm and licks him in a short arm scissors trying for the submission. Viper frantically scoots to the ropes and forces the break, then rolls under the bottom rope and confers with Attitude Adjuster. We can hear Donovan Viper yelling “WHERE DID HE LEARN TO WRESTLE!!” Viper jumps back on the apron and Carl rushes across the ring and tries to throw Viper back into the ring, but Viper grabs his head and drops off the apron hanging Carl on the top rope. Carl falls back into the ring grabbing his throat and Viper slithers back into the ring and attacks, choking Carl with both hands until the referee threatens DQ, then going right back to it. Viper pulls Carl to his feet and kicks him low, then bounds off the ropes and drops him with a swinging neck breaker, then pulls him to a sitting position and drives his knee into the back of Carl’s neck, then tries to twist his head off. Carl fights to his feet but Viper slips around behind him and hits a release German suplex that drops Carl right on the back of his head. Viper covers, but Carl manages to kick out at two. Viper waits for Carl to get to his feet then sets him up for the rude awakening neck breaker, complete with hip swivel and point to Lucios. Viper drops Carl, and floats over for another two count. Viper seems to think he has this one in the bag, so he toys with the crowd a bit before he turns his attention back to Carl. Viper slowly pulls Carl to his feet and gives him a couple of hard back hand slaps across the face, then tries a whip to the ropes, but Carl reverses it and catches Viper with a boot to the face that staggers the champ, Carl then grabs Viper by the throat and hits a double choke sit out power bomb! Viper is in trouble! Carl gets to his feet and moves to the corner and climbs to the second rope, this will never work. Viper gets to his feet and Carl leaps (if that is what you want to call it) and lands a few feet in front of Viper, Viper laughs, until Carl drops him with a bionic elbow between the eyes! Carl moves to hit the ropes, but AA reaches in and grabs Carl’s foot. When Carl turns to grab at AA, AA slides Viper’s chain into the ring. Viper grabs the chain and starts to wraps it around his elbow, but Lucios comes into the ring and spins Viper around and takes the chain. The two men engage in a debate on their philosophical differences concerning wrestling, Viper shoves Lucios, so Lucios shoves him back and he staggers right into Carl, who catches him and hits a BURNING HAMMER!! Carl falls across Viper and gets the one, two, three! Carl gets to his feet and celebrates, but AA yells for the referee and we see that Viper’s foot was on the bottom rope! Lucios is in the ring celebrating with Carl as they grab the Intercontinental title. The referee waives the match off and orders it to continue. Attitude Adjuster slides into the ring and blindsides Lucios and throws him out of the ring. Viper sneaks up behind Carl and hits a low blow, then DRILLS him with the sidewinder, covers, and gets the one, two, three!
WINNER in 11:09 – Donovan Viper

LD WILLIAMS vs. OUTBACK JACK – OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match

We come to main event time. LD Williams is defending his OOWF World Heavyweight Title against tag team specialist, and OOWF Original Outback Jack. Jack comes to the ring with Wally and a six pack of Fosters, which he manages to drain on the trip to the ring. LD Williams is out next and he makes his way to the ring, wearing the title, like a true champion should. LD Steps between the ropes, never taking his eyes off of Jack and hands the title to the referee. The two meet in the center of the ring, and give the mutual respect knuckle bump, and head back to their corners and this one is ready to go. Collar and elbow lock up, Jack pushes LD into the corner, the referee wants a clean break and gets one. The two men meet in the center of the ring again, this time Jack grabs a side head lock, LD shoves him to the ropes and falls to the mat, Jack steps over him and rebounds off the ropes, LD tries a hip toss, but Jack reverses it into one of his own. LD spins to his feet and Jack tries a kick to the guy, but LD catches his boot and trips Jack sending him to the mat. LD drops an elbow, but there is no one home. Outback Jack gets to his feet first and catches LD in the mouth with a kick that sends LD tumbling. Jack pulls LD to his feet and lifts him for a vertical suplex, leaves him there to think about if for a moment, then crashes to the mat and floats over for the cover, but LD is out at one. Jack gets to his feet and waits, when LD stands up, Jack charges with a clothesline that takes them both over the top rope to the floor. On the outside, Jack keeps up the offense, whipping LD into the steel guardrail, and catching him as he staggers up with a power slam on the floor. Jack climbs onto the apron and runs the apron and drops an elbow right across LD’s chest! Jack rolls LD into the ring and follows, immediately covering for a two count. Jack keeps LD on the mat, and locks him in a sitting abdominal stretch, putting pressure on his ribs and trying to cut off Williams’ breath. LD fights to his feet and falls back into the corner knocking wind out of Jack. LD turns and whips Jack across the ring where he slams into the corner, LD charges, but Jack backdrops LD over the top rope to the floor. Jack follows LD to the outside and pulls him to his feet and slams him face first into the announce table, then stuns him with a couple of European uppercuts. Jack gets a running start at LD going for a Boomerang, but LD drops to the floor and takes Jack down with a drop toe hold. Jack falls to the floor and his head slams into the corner if the ring steps, leaving him writhing in agony on the floor. LD gets up and pulls Jack to a sitting position and we see that Jack has been SPLIT open! It even causes LD to hesitate for a moment, but then he collects himself and hammers Jack opening the cut even more. Jack is a bloody mess, with blood running off his face down onto his chest. Some fans in the front row look a little faint as LD rolls Jack into the ring and catches him with several boots to the head as Jack struggles to get to his feet. Inside the ring Jack finally gets to his feet and throws a couple of weak punches, but LD easily avoids them and picks his opening to pepper Jack with rights and left, then a kick to the gut and LD PLANTS him with a DDT. LD covers, but Jack rolls his shoulder at two. Williams looks irritated as he pulls Jack to his feet and sets him up for a pile driver, but Jack reverses it and hits an ALABAMA SLAM!! LD’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he grabs the back of his head. Jack struggles to his feet and climbs to the second rope and sits there waiting, blood dripping off his face. LD gets to his feet and Jack leaps, and drives him to the mat with a bulldog! Jack gets up and motions to the crowd for the CHOMP! He grabs LD, sets it up, CHOMP! LD WILLIAMS IS DEAD! Jack takes a moment to try and get his bearings, weak with blood loss he crawls across the ring and drapes an arm across LD’s chest, one, two, NO! LD gets his foot on the ropes before the referee can make the three count. Outback Jack is stunned. He pulls Williams off the mat and scoops him up and drops him across his knee and climbs to the second rope and leaps, but LD gets a boot up that catches Jack square in the jaw. Jack staggers around the ring grabbing his jaw as LD uses the ropes to pull himself off the mat. Jack charges at LD trying a clothesline, but LD catches his arm and spins him to the mat and tries to lock on the cross face, but Jack fights it with all he has. LD takes his free hand and digs into Jack’s open cut! When Jack releases LD’s arm to grabs his forehead, LD locks in the cross face and leans back and pulls with all his might. Jack refuses to give up, but the man is losing blood FAST, and the referee might have no choice but to stop this one. Jack holds on and is only inches from the ropes. LD uses his last burst of energy to really pull back the hold and just as he is about to reach the bottom rope, Jack goes limp and his hand falls to the mat, the referee waves this off and calls the match!
WINNER in 19:48 – LD Williams

After the match LD Williams grabs his title and walks over to Outback Jack who is slumped in the corner getting immediate medical attention. LD holds out his fist and Jack looks at him warily, and then bumps knuckles with him. LD turns and holds the world title high over his head as the medics help Jack out of the ring to the back. Bennett’s Army fills the ring and they celebrate as we fade to black.

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