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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 24, 2008 15:19:32 GMT -5
*Run DEA Training Facility sponsored by New York Sports Clubs*
The camera turns on to the sounds of a very intense sparring session between Tyler Black, Austin Aries, and Alexander Darling. All three are beating the hell out of each other and it seems like rules have been forgotten as Tyler Black has slid a chair inside the ring and he attempts to hit Austin Aries with the Small Package Driver, but he can’t connect as Alexander knocks Austin out of the way and he picks Tyler up. He attempts the Darling Driver, but Austin is back and drags Tyler off Darling’s shoulder. All 3 men are back standing and we can that all 3 are drenched in sweat and blood has dried up around the eyes and mouth of all 3. It looks like they’ve taken this sparring session to the limit and it doesn’t look like they’re about to let up when they suddenly hear clapping coming from the door. The guys turn and they see Alexis Darling and Olympic Gold Medalist Shawn Johnson clapping while Firewoman has her jaw on the floor.
Alexis: Stop drooling. It’s not becoming.
OGMSJ: If I was in there with them I know I’d be…
Firewoman: Oh god no. What are you, like 13?
OGMSJ: I’m 17, thank you very much.
Alexis: Could you two please…
Fire & OGMSJ: Anytime…
Before it gets any more awkward, Alexander hops over the top rope and heads towards his sister while obviously making sure to ignore Firewoman. Before he gets to his sister though, Firewoman intercepts him and drags him off to the side. Alexis just shrugs and takes OGM SJ over to the ring. Alexis hops up and in and starts warming up before she gets in some work. Meanwhile…
Fire: What the fuck is your problem Alex?
Alexander: …
Fire: Don’t you fucking dare try to give me the silent treatment bullshit. If you’ve got a problem with me, be a man and tell me bout it.
Alexander looks like he’s trying to stay in control while wanting no part of this discussion. He tries to walk past Firewoman when she grabs a hold of him and spins him around so the two are face-to-face. From over their shoulders we can see everyone in the ring preparing to act if this comes to blows and the tension grows thicker until Alexander takes a step back and runs his hands through his hair.
Alexander: I really wish I knew when it was where everyone thought they could start putting their hands on me and get away with it. First Davin, and now you…and yet I do nothing.
Fire: It’s cause we’re teammates, partners…hell I thought we were friends Alex.
Alexander: So did I Fire. So did I.
Fire: Would you stop? I thought you trusted me.
Alexander: I thought you were smarter than this though. We both know what he’s capable of and there you are having coffee with him.
Fire: Of course I know what he’s capable of, but I also know that he can be useful.
Alexander: I just don’t want to see it backfire on you Fire. If you need anything, why wouldn’t you…
Fire: What? Turn to the unified Run DEA? Look around Alex…our merger is falling apart.
Alexander: So you thought you’d find out what other options are out there? Is that what this is about?
Fire: No, jeez. This is about nothing more than no one in this company knows that freak Gryfon better than Moose and I’m not going to ignore any advantage I can get. If you haven’t noticed, neither you nor I have been doing great and I don’t want it to continue.
Alexander: I don’t like it Lisa. He’s a cancer and you know it. There was a point when you warned me about a cancer and I didn’t listen.
Fire: Well, I won’t make the same mistake as you.
Alexander: I hope not.
The conversation continues for a few more minutes when Alexander notices that Fire keeps glancing towards the ring. He chuckles…
Fire: What?
Alexander: Could you want to get in that ring anymore?
Fire: I have no idea what you’re talking Alex. Truly.
Alexander: Right…before we head on over, I do have one favor to ask you.
Fire: You can’t tell me whom I can and cannot hang out with. We may be partners, but you don’t control me.
Alexander: Believe me, I know that. And if I haven’t asked you to stop hanging out with the Canadian douche…anyways, I need you to get Sam and Alexis out of town tomorrow.
Fire: What? Why? You know I don’t like…
Alexander: Because I need to talk to Davin and having Sam and Alexis around doesn’t seem to be conducive to a palatable working environment.
Fire: Where the hell are we going to go?
Alexander: I don’t know. Go up to New York and go shopping or something.
Firewoman just looks at Alex likes he’s nuts.
Fire: Fine, I’ll figure something out.
As they’re getting back to the ring… Alexander: Take Shawn too and be nice to her.
And since Firewoman does have some manners, and Shawn is in hearing range, Fire: Grumble.
Austin: Okay, since there are 5 of us here and I know the twins over there have a tag match this week, I was thinking we could go with a lil tag match. Tyler, you wouldn’t mind working with Fire.
Tyler: Nope, I don’t mind at all. I think there’s some stuff I could show Ms. Fire to bring out the violence that is missing.
Fire: Oh, you do?
Austin: Not NOW Fire…let’s get to work. Alexis, Tyler…start it off.
Alexander and Firewoman step to their respective corners and this match is underway.
*Fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 24, 2008 15:19:58 GMT -5
We fade in after the practice session. Firewoman, Alexis and OGM Shawn Johnson are walking back down the hallway towards the locker rooms.
FW: I think I need a cigarette after that.
LD: You're terrible.
FW: You know... I have an errand I have to run... you guys wanna come along?
OGMSJ: Where is it? Can we take the bike?
FW: I don't think we'll all fit. Besides it'd take to long to get to LA and back.
LD: Los Angeles? Really?
OGMSJ: Isn't it on fire now? Or is that why...
FW: No, not all of it, and no that's not why. I have something I need to do, and then maybe we can do some...shopping.
OGMSJ: That'd be great! I'll go pack some stuff!!
She goes skipping down the hall. Alexis eyes Firewoman suspiciously.
LD: You don't like shopping.
FW: Sure I do...Oh, and Shawn?
OGMSJ: [From down the hall] What?
FW: Tell Samantha she's going too.
OGMSJ: Okay!
LD: You don't like shopping. And you definitely don't like Samantha.
FW: I'm trying to turn over a new leaf?
LD: I know you way better than that. This has something to do with what you and Alexander were arguing about, doesn't it.
FW: Right, Lexie. Because I listen to him, like, ever.
LD: Well....no, you're right, you don't. But still...
FW: Look, we're going okay? Just us ... girls..... [Everyone who is conscious can tell that there was not even an ounce of sincerity in that. Even Firewoman looks like she wants to wash her own mouth out with soap.]
LD: Okay, now I know you're up to something.
FW: C'mon....... we can go to the store you like on Rodeo drive....the one with the special room in the back......?
LD: Fine...I'm in. Hitting the showers now, and then I'll be ready. ..... You coming...?
FW: In a minute, there's something I need to take care of first.
LD: Okay. I'll try to save some hot water for you, but I make no promises. And NO SMOKING.
FW: Whatever....
Lexie heads to the locker room, and Firewoman continues towards Team Aquafina's Locker Room. She starts to knock, but the door is opened by Lucios
L: Oh. Crap...You're here....[he yells behind him] She's here! [muffled voice, and then Lucios responds] yes, like right here.
There is commotion behind the door, while Lucios leaves it open ajar, smiles nervously at Firewoman, and then looks behind the door, checking on the progress of something. This continues for a while, and then finally the door opens.
The locker room is not exactly a mess, as it looks like it was hastily cleaned up, with things shoved into lockers, behind doors, etc. Phantos appears with his hands behind his back.
P: Fire! We were just coming to look for you! Sit down!
FW: Uh...where?
Lucios hastily clears towels and work out clothes off the only chair.
FW: Guys, I don't know what you're up to, but I don't have time. We're taking the DEA jet, and I just wanted to let Capt. Fantastic here know. We're going to--
Lucios has moved to behind Phantos and gives him a shove foreward, and mumbles "Go on!"
P: Fire that's great. But before you tell me anything there's something -- well, uh... here!
Phantos removes his hands from behind his back, and presents a cake with a candle in it.
FW: What's this for?
P: It's your one year anniversary at OOWF! So we...uh, okay, I baked you a cake.
FW: You bake?
P: Well....kind of. I bought it at the store and warmed it up in the microwave.
Lucios, behind Phantos's back, rolls his eyes. Firewoman tries not to laugh.
P: But, we... um, I got this candle and stuff....
FW: It's very nice. Thank you. So, anyway, Lexie, Samantha, Shawn and I are going--
P: What? Just like that? But there's cake!?
L: He... I mean WE did work really hard on it.
FW: You know what you need to work really hard on? Getting this team to act as like, a TEAM. I was watching old WCW tapes last night, to check out Chris's match with Eddie Guerrero, and I was amazed. nWo was a TEAM. Not a bunch of individuals. They worked for the benefit of each other, came to each other's aid--
L: Now, we've run out with each other and stuff....
FW: It's more than that, Luscious, and you know it.
Phantos is looking down at his cake.
FW: Look, it's a great cake, and we'll share it when I get back, okay? The best gift you could give me though? Be a captain, and pull this team together, okay?
Phantos nods.
FW: I mean that. Don't let anyone have any of that. It'll be just you and me, okay?
P: Okay. [He pauses, and then has an idea that brightens his mood.] Hey, we can have it to celebrate our win over Gods and Monsters. You'll be in our corner for that, right?
FW: Um, no. I'll be ... I'll have my hands full with Crete. You'll be fine, right? You've got the tapes I gave you. Okay, gotta motor, I have a plane to catch. Bye!
Firewoman leaves and shuts the door before either of them can say anything.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 24, 2008 15:20:35 GMT -5
(Spin Hansen is in the boiler room when a slightly perturbed SFJ comes in to inteview him...)
SFJ∞: Mr. Hansen, do you have a moment?
SH: I have plenty of moments. I plan on having some this week versus Eric. I had a few last week when I was against Firewoman.
SFJ∞: Oh...kay. What are your thoughts about facing Eric instead of having a rematch with Firewoman?
SH: Firewoman wasn't a champion. There's no guaranteed rematch clause in our match contracts. It's all up to TheRick. He brings the victims forward. He brings the challenges. (Spin unleashes a flurry of blows against a steel-belted radial.)
SFJ∞ (directly at the camera): This is FAR above my pay grade. I hope you assholes in management see that. (To Spin, who notices none of this): And your thoughts regarding this match?
SH: Win... lose... I will make him hurt. I will make him hurt so badly that any pain-- from a stubbed toe to an amputated limb-- will be a relief compared to what I inflict on him. So it has been said, so it shall be written.
SFJ∞ (shaking her head): Right. And what if you lose?
SH: The unit shall remain. The power shall remain. The violence shall remain.
SFJ∞: ARE YOU OFF YOUR FUCKING MEDS?
SH: It is by will alone I set my fist in motion. It is by the juice of Jaeger that punches acquire speed, the fists acquire stains, stains become a warning. It is by will alone I set my fist in motion.
SFJ∞: I QUIT! (She throws down her microphone and walks out of the room.)
Shadowed Figure: Insane. He has completely lost it. He's off his fucking rocker and I can't wait until he falls.
(Spin is oblivious to this and continues to rain punishment on the tire...)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 24, 2008 15:20:55 GMT -5
*Scheme Gene is interviewing Fear Us*
SG: Gentlemen, and I use that term loosely, what are your thoughts about facing the Heels?
LD: It's no secret that we are fed up with wrestlers who don't respect their opponents, themselves, or the business. The Heels only have 2 strikes against them, because they do respect the business somewhat.
OBJ: But I haven't forgotten what they did to Mags.
SG: So the bottom line is?
LD: They will learn to fear us.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 24, 2008 15:21:07 GMT -5
*Run DEA Luxury Suites sponsored by Aquafina and Starwood Resorts*
The camera turns on in the Run DEA suites and we notice that Davin Moreland is leaning back on the coach with his head back and a towel over his face. He looks to be in bad shape when the door opens and Davin can’t see who walked in…
Davin: Thank god your back Sam. This migraine won’t go away, I think I need some hair of the dog.
We see Alexander walk around the coach and he loudly slams a chair onto the ground near Davin and it startles him forcing him to look up. Davin sits up a little straighter and looks to be a little more defensive as Alex takes a seat right in front of him. He tosses something to the side of Davin who looks over and notices a pair of handcuffs.
Davin: Are those for me and…
Alexander: Shut the fuck up Davin. I’m really not…
Davin: First, lower the volume. And second, who the fuck do you think you are? And third, where the fuck is Samantha?
Alexander: FIRST, MY VOLUME IS FINE.
Davin cringes in his seat…
You make me sick Champ. Drink this.
Alexander tosses him a bottle of water.
Davin: Thanks
Alexander: Don’t mention it really.
Davin: So, where is Sam?
Alexander: I don’t know, she and the rest of the girls went somewhere. Was part of a don’t ask, don’t tell policy I developed.
Davin: But we had plans.
Alexander: You have new plans.
Davin looks at Alexander… Davin: You’re not really my…
Alexander: Seriously, shut the fuck up Dav. You don’t even fucking see what’s going on around do ya?
Davin: What are you talking about? Well besides the fact that you and Fire have turned into losers.
Alexander: You really are fucking blind, we’re falling apart you jackass.
Davin: You might be falling apart, but I’m still the World Champion and things are just fucking peachy.
Alexander: And how long do you think that will last? You had to go and get yourself intentionally DQ’d against Crete for fucks sake Davin. The masked freak took you to the limit and if Glaw was the ref, you know you wouldn’t even be champ now.
Davin: But I am Champion and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.
Alexander: You haven’t even looked at this week’s card yet, have you? Jesus Christ Davin, this isn’t a fucking joke.
Davin: It’s probably just another rematch with Crete. And no matter what you may think right now, I can handle Takaken
Alexander takes a piece of paper and tosses it at Davin, Alexander: It’s not Crete you moron…it’s fucking Stank.
A quick look of worry passes over Davin, but it’s quickly replaced with bravado.
Davin: So what? I’ve kicked that fat fuck’s ass before, I can do it again.
Alexander: No YOU haven’t. A Davin Moreland who was focused on becoming the best in this company, of taking this company and turning it inside-out; of staking his claim as someone deserving of being called Champ. Whoever it is sitting in front of me is going to go out there and get his fucking ass kicked.
Davin: Like Chris Cole has been doing to you.
Alexander: Davin, if trying to choke me out isn’t getting me to attack you, talking shit isn’t going to do it either. Stop being a fucking prima donna and realize what it is WE are trying to accomplish here before you lose everything important to you.
Davin: Is that a threat?
Alexander: No, you stupid fuck. I’m here. This is Run DEA. We formed this with a goal in mind to become a name that would be remembered alongside The Dangerous Alliance, DX, and Horseman…but we won’t be if our “leader” fails in his first true challenge.
Davin: What do you want me to do?
Alexander: I can’t tell you what to do. I won’t tell you what to do. You need to figure it out and just do it. Remember our motto. We are Run DEA, Try and Fucking Stop Us.
Alexander tosses the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship onto Davin’s lap.
You were good enough to win, can you be good enough to keep it?
*Fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 24, 2008 15:21:32 GMT -5
*Fade in to the hallway of random encounters. Skurge is WALKING~! beside Fezzik, which, come to think of it, isn’t all that random. They pass by Tony the Tiger, who appears to be there solely to keep this particular hallway in existence. Skurge has clearly had a lot to drink, and Fezzik looks like he’s getting annoyed…
Skurge: Weeeeee are the Chimpions…My FRIENDS~! Fezzik: That’s not cute anymore. It’s been almost a week. Skurge: But my friend, we are the chimpions. Fezzik: I understand. Still not funny. Skurge: You’re no fun. Why are we hanging oot? Fezzik: Dorothy asked me to keep an eye on you. You’ve been drunk for a week, and she’s worried someone’s going to try to take your belt. Skurge: My chimpionship belt? Fezzik: No, your other belt. The OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Championship. Skurge: Ah yes, the OOWF Double D Irene Mang Hanky Panky Chocolate Chip. Fezzik: Whatever. Skurge: Your use of the English language has really improved lately, you know that? Fezzik: I’m speaking Greenlandian. Skurge: Really? I understand Greenlandian when I’m drunk? Fezzik: No, just kidding. I’m speaking English. Just wanted to see how drunk you really are. Skurge: And? Fezzik: Awfully. Speaking of which, who are you guys defending the Campeonas de Trios belts against this week? Skurge: The who in the what now? Fezzik: *sigh* The Chimpanzees on Tricycles belts. Skurge: Oh. Why didn’t you say so in the first place? Let’s see, it’s here on the wall…huh. Fezzik: What? Skurge: Well, Seamus McNasty I’ve heard of, but I have no idea who these other two are. I might have heard Damon Wrath mentioned at some point, but I’m sure I’ve never even heard of Bryce Larson. Sounds like a lawyer. Fezzik: I haven’t heard of this Larson either, and I actually pay attention. He must be new. Skurge: Well, we don’t need to wor–
*Just then, Bryce Larson jumps out from around a corner weilding a steel chair. The look in his eyes is unmistakeable: he’s after the OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Championship…
Skurge: Fezzik? Fezzik: Got it.
* Fezzik grabs Bryce Larson around the throat with one hand and takes the chair away with the other hand…
Skurge: Fezzik, this guy – whoever he is – seems to have forgotten who I am. He seems to have forgotten that this OOWF Double D Irene Mang Hanky Panky Chocolate Chip is very important to me and should be treated with the respect it deserves. Why don’t you remind him? Fezzik: Remind him? Skurge: Jog his memory, eh? Fezzik: Oh. Right.
* Fezzik bops Brice Larson on the head with a closed fist, intending to knock a bit of sense into him. Instead, Larson is knocked unconscious.
Fezzik: I think I jogged him too hard. Skurge: Don’t worry aboot it, eh? Just head back to the locker room. I’m gonna stop by the bar and grab a drink or six. Fezzik: That doesn’t sound like a very good idea. Skurge: I said don’t worry aboot it. Just go.
* Fezzik walks away toward IHOP’s palatial locker room, leaving Skurge alone in the hallway of random encounters. Suddenly, a phone booth appears in a blinding flash of light, and two men step out…
Skurge: Solly! Hodgey! What are you guys doing here? I thought that Nate guy stole the booth. How’d you get it back? MH: It’s a long story, eh? Well, not that long. Actually, it's kinda short. FS: Yeah, let’s just say that it was a helluva fight, but he came up short in the end. MH: He just couldn’t reach the brass ring. FS: He, um, couldn’t attain the height of glory. MH: Uh…he, um…he…got the short end of the stick. FS: Yeah, he...well, he...damn. MH: I’ve got another. FS: Please. I’m all out. MH: He’s comically short. FS: Well, that’s certainly to the point, isn’t it? MH: It suuure is, eh? So, Skurge, we’re back, and history is back on track. Everything is as it should–Where’s Skurge? FS: And where’s the booth? Oh hell no. MH: A drunken Canadian OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal champion loose in history? This could be a lot of fun, eh? FS: This could be very, very bad. Tony the Tiger: They’re GRRRRRRRRRR-eat~!
*FADE*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 24, 2008 15:22:39 GMT -5
A black stretch limo pulls up outside a very expensive looking mansion on the outskirts of Los Angeles...the outskirts that are not currently on fire. It pulls up and out steps OOWF's own Firewoman and Alexis Darling, accompanied by Samantha Darling and Olympic Gold Medalist Shawn Johnson. They blink in the bright California sunshine, and Firewoman adjusts her sunglasses and New Jersey Devils baseball cap.FW: Ugh. Sun. OGMSJ: Awesome house. Is this where we're staying? SD: Dammit, we are not staying. Mayhem is tomorrow, you idiots, and Davin and I have plans-- LD: Plans? Like what, partying all night until he can barely stand in the ring? SD: You're just jealous because he can barely stand after being with me. FW: You know...I had to separate you two the entire flight, if I have to keep doing it, one of you is getting curbstomped into the "Hollywood" sign. And three guesses who that's going to be, Sammy-kins. SD: Why did you even bring me along? I thought we were going to do more shopping-- LD: I don't think I can do more...and Firewoman, that present you bought for Phantos...don't you think that's a bit...kinky? FW: Isn't that the point? And we are, Samantha, I just had to do this one thing-- At that moment WWE's own Chris Jericho walks out of the mansion, followed by camera and sound people. He's wearing a loose fitting tank top, boxing shorts, and appears ready for a run..............hm..okay, yes, back to the promo...SD: Really? You brought us all this way for a booty call? FW: That's two, Sam. Three strikes and you're out. CJ: Ladies, ladies, good to see you! OGMSJ: Oh my god!! It's really you!!! You are so ... so... FW: Back off, Skipper. We're ready. CJ: Great...how long can you stay? And did you bring the handcuffs? FW: Not long, we have a show tomorrow. And I had to lend those to Alexander. CJ: What? FW: I'll explain later...we ready? CJ: Yes, let me just set it up. Jericho walks to a mark clearly placed on the concrete patio in front of the mansion. A producer or someone comes out of nowhere and instructs the four women where to stand, with varying levels of resistance from each. Alexis and Firewoman are on either side of Jericho, and link their arms through his, while Samantha and OGM Shawn Johnson stand to the side. The director yells action, and we beginCJ: Welcome back to another edition of Fuse TV's Redemption Song where eleven women with troubled pasts compete for their last chance to make it big in the music industry. Let's bring out the remaining eight contestants. The remaining candidates file out to stand on their marks on the patio. They are wearing work out attire also...or at least their versions of it.CJ: Ladies, today before we get started, I'd like to introduce you to our guests who will accompany us on our run this morning. SD: Run? You didn't say anything about a run!! [ Firewoman shoots her a look that shuts her up.] CJ: Over there to the right of me, we have Olympic Gold Medalist Shawn Johnson. Shawn does her patented jump up and down and wave. The contestants clap.CJ: Next to her, we have one of the movers and shakers of the Run-DEA powerhouse in Online Onslaught Wrestling Federation, valet Samantha Darling!! The contestants again applaud, although more like a polite golf clap this time, as not all of them are fans of OOWF, and have no idea who Samantha is. Samantha is pissed at this, but another look from Firewoman stops her protests before she starts.CJ: And then, on either side of me here, two of the hottest and most talented female wrestlers...scratch that....most talented wrestlers PERIOD to have come out of Ring of Honor, Japan, and for one of them, Storm Wrestling Academy. On my right, the always beautiful, always gracious, Alexis Darling!! [ somewhat more applause from the contestants. And on my left, the lady that needs no introduction... [ He pauses and looks deeply into Firewoman's eyes]....Firewoman. [ Again, more applause]. So, ladies, let's get started on our run. The group sets off through the scenic neighborhood, Jericho in the lead, followed by Alexis, Shawn, and Firewoman. Samantha is following them, and probably would be up with them if she wasn't hung over. The contestants trail along behind, with Kededra, Jazmin, and Joie leading the pack, and Angelica and Esther trailing behind. We cut away to video of Angelica:Footage of the run continues as the wrestlers appear to not even be breaking a sweat, whereas the gap between the contestants and them widen, as does the gap between contestants. Still, the contestants are muddling through. We cut away to video of JazminEventually, through the miracle of editing, the two mile run is over in less than three minutes and everyone is back on the patio. The wrestlers don't appear to be too out of breath, and appear to just be warmed up, as the contestants come up one by one, the last few staggering.CJ: Well, ladies that's getting much better. We didn't have to send out a search party for anyone this time. Angelica: This is some bull[BLEEP]. It's one thing to just go with you, but why'd you have to bring these bitches along? Just to make us feel bad? CJ: No, it's called stunt casting, it drums up interest so that maybe people will tune in and -- SD: I'm sorry, did you just call us bitches? LD: Sam...don't..... Angelica: Yeah, in fact I did, do you want to make something of it? FW: Okay, look chicky, you really don't want to start this. Angelica: CHICKY??? Oh, it is so on.... CJ: Now ladies, remember we all signed contracts where we weren't allowed to get physical with-- Jazmin: Angelica must have forgotten to sign that one. Of course, I'm not sure she's smart enough to sign her own name. Angelica: Don't you start with me, bitch. You're next, after I take care of this...what are you? Valet? Is that kind of like an escort? We have girls here that did that professionally, and I don't think you look quite up to the task. SD: I'll show you what a valet does. Samantha rushes towards Angelica, but Olympic Gold Medalist Shawn Johnson tries to intercede. Jericho and Alexis are also trying to calm the other contestants down, while Firewoman is just sort of observing. The producers, of course, keep the camera rolling, cos this is Reality Show Gold!OGMSJ: Wait, wait, don't! [ Angelica shoves Shawn Johnson out of the way, but it doesn't really have the affect she desired as now Firewoman has stepped between her and Samantha.] FW: Really? Angelica: What you got, girl? It's not like wrestling is real or anything. FW: Here's what I got, girl. I got more street experience than you could possibly dream of [ as she talks, she backs Angelica up] Yeah, I read your resumes, all of yours, and you couldn't even begin to hold a candle to me. If you had been through things I'd been through? You'd have gone home crying to your mommy, begging her to take you back. So don't you EVER disrespect me or any of the folks I hang with, because I will make you answer for it. You got that? CJ: Fire uh...Sam did you get those? SD: I did, but she wouldn't take them from me. CJ: Uh-oh....Uh, can we cut the cameras? But before he can get the words out, Angelica has pushed Firewoman who moves fairly quickly to grab her and put her in the Firetamer. Angelica is crying and some of the contestants are demanding that this segment be brought to a close. But the others, who are tired of Angelica's mouth are cheering, especially Jazmin. The cameras keep rolling.FW: Have you had enough? Huh? Angelica: Yes....YES!! FW: Then TAP. Cos, you know, this isn't REAL or anything.... Angelica taps, and Firewoman drops the hold. Jericho is rubbing his forehead, trying to figure out a way to deal with this. Firewoman signals to Samantha and Alexis to grab either arm on Angelica, and then points to Shawn. Shawn points to herself, and says, "Me?? REALLY??" Firewoman nods, and Shawn Johnson gets into position and CURBSTOMPs poor Angelica. The contestants cheer, the director yells "CUT!" Jericho pulls Firewoman to the side.CJ: What is wrong with you? FW: Just getting in touch with my roots, babe. C'mon, guys, we have a plane to catch. See ya Sunday at the PPV. She plants a kiss right on him, in front of everyone. Alexis, Shawn, and Samantha get in the limo, and Firewoman follows them. The limo pulls away, leaving the staff of Redemption Song to try and figure this one out..
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 24, 2008 15:23:59 GMT -5
<Stank is dressed to the nines, sitting in the Maestro restaurant, in the Ritz Carlton, Springfield VA. He looks down at his watch while he drums his fingers on the table, his 24k gold OOWF World Championship ring glinting, intermittently, every time it catches the light shining down on the table. He is seemingly waiting for someone. Stank waits patiently, finishing off his drink and signaling the waiter for another. The big man receives a text message and looks down at his phone to read it. The message informs him that FF Capslock has taken a turn for the worse, but is still being flown back to Fresno to be looked after by his own doctors. Stank scowls and drops the phone back into his inside, suit, pocket. After another 10 minutes of waiting, Davin Moreland walks in, also well dressed, and sporting dark sunglasses. The OOWF World Heavyweight Champion wearily walks over to Stank's table and sits across from the leader of the Drink & Destroy faction. Davin eyes a scowling Stank, through his sunglasses.>
DM - Okay... I got your message. What do you want?
Stank - You look like shit.
<Davin scratches at the five O'clock shadow growing on his face. His 24k gold OOWF championship ring, also catches the light as he does so.>
DM - Yeah? Well... heavy hangs the head...
Stank - Do tell.
DM - My partners all think Run DEA is falling apart.
Stank - Is it?
DM - Like you give a shit.
Stank - No. I don't.
DM - What the fuck am I doing here, Lucas?
Stank - I'm curious. I just had to see for myself.
DM - What?
Stank - How tightly Sammie has got you wrapped around her little finger.
<Davin who had been leaning forward with his elbows on the table, smiles and leans back, signaling the waiter.>
DM - THIS is the angle you want to approach me with? Try again big boy. You're not going to be able to exploit my relationship with Sam.
Stank - I'm surprised she's not here.
DM - All the ladies are out on a shopping spree.
Stank - I've been trying to meet with her for weeks.
DM - Well she's been busy. I have no idea what the fuck it is you think you're doing, but it won't work.
Stank - What the fuck happened to you, Davin?
DM - Are we back to this, again?
Stank - I keep thinking back to our last match.
<Davin grins. The waiter arrives with a refill of Stank's drink and takes Moreland's order.>
DM - I'm in the mood for calamari. You like calamari?
Stank - I'm not really hungry.
DM - Well I'm famished.
<The waiter takes Davin's order and leaves.>
DM - You know what Lucas? I don't think about that match too much. I don't really think about you too much, either. But, you've clearly got something you want to get off your chest...(removes his sunglasses) so why don't you just go ahead and say whatever it is you want to say to me.
<Stank eyes flash briefly with rage, but he doesn't follow through with impulse to murder Davin where he sits. Instead he calmly lifts his napkin and wipes at the corner of his mouth.>
Stank - You know, I understand ambition. I even admire it on occasion. I've lost my share of matches, but my ONE loss to you... it consumes me. I think back on that night and I wonder... not about anything you did, because you had a goal. You did what you did to get back the number one contender spot, which was taken from you.
DM - I'm glad you understand.
Stank - But what I don't understand... is my own behavior that night. I think back on it and... It's like... I wasn't really myself.
DM - Then who the hell was it that I so totally beat the shit out of?
Stank - That was you, Davin. That was you.
DM - Me.
Stank - Yep.
DM - I whooped my own ass?
Stank - ...
DM - Man, don't come at me with any of that existential bullshit.
<The waiter arrives with a plate of calamari.>
DM - You sure you don't want any?
<Stank reaches out, grabs one, takes a lemon and squeezes it over the calamari, before popping it in his mouth.>
DM - It's good, right?
Stank - What I'm trying to tell you Davin is... before that night, I had beaten you every time we met in that ring.
DM - That is true. Things change.
Stank - When someone like you gets dominated like that, especially when one knows they are capable of better, someone like you might let losses, such as the ones you suffered from me, consume them. They might start to question their own ability... question themselves. And when those losses come from someone who isn't necessarily their enemy, it eats at them all the more.
DM - What are you trying to say, Stank?
Stank - You had some personal issues that you wanted settled the last time we met in the ring. You were exercising some demons. You were personally motivated to crush not only me... but your self... your old self... the one that couldn't beat me.
DM - Talk like that is what got your ass beat the last time.
Stank - You may be right about that. I'm not without my own flaws... but hiding my self hatred behind bravado, smugness, and a skirt, ain't any of them. When I say an opponent can't beat me, I mean it. And when I say I am a greater champion without that belt than you will ever be with it... I mean that too.
DM - You are such a fucking prick.
Stank - I'm not trying to scare you. There are opponents out there I can intimidate. You aren't one of them. I just want you to know... I want you to understand what it is you've gotten yourself in to.
DM - You mean besides becoming World Champion?
Stank - You see THAT's what you need to understand. I will be World Champion again. Taking that belt from you will be a highlight... but it's secondary to what I really want to do.
DM - Oh yeah... and what's that?
Stank - Beat you... regardless of the outcome. I am going to beat you. Taking that title will be sweet, but this match isn't just about taking your title... it's about breaking you in half. It's about making damn sure that when I raise that title belt back above my head... it's been dipped in your blood. This is going to happen because you've chosen to make shit personal. You tried to end my career... and now... I'm going to end you.
<The waiter arrives with Davin's entree.>
DM - You know... (putting back on his sunglasses.)... I've lost my appetite.
<Davin rises from his seat.>
DM - The next time you see me, Lucas. I will finish what I started.
<Davin turns and leaves as the camera fades to black.>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 24, 2008 15:24:59 GMT -5
*FADE IN TO THE PALATIAL IHOP LOCKER ROOM*
<The Lovely and Talented Dorothy Mantooth is pacing, SYB and Fred Solomon are playing Rock Band, and Michael Hodge and The Amnesiac are fuming>
DM: Where’s Skurge?
SYB: Defending his other title. I guess he’s not happy just being a Chimp De Tree. <He and FS keep rocking out to AC/DC>
MH: This is ass.
The Amn: No kidding, these fucking Joos think they can own everything. When are we gonna get a chance to rock out?
MH: Oot.
The Amn: For fuck’s sake, not you too.
MH: Indeed. I know a way to get these asscocks oot of the picture.
<He walks over to the IHOP-licensed XBOX 360 and hits a button>
SYB and FS: ROCKO~! <They drop the guitar and mic and start shadow boxing>
SYB: I don’t sweat you.
FS: I must break you.
MH: <to The Amnesiac> See? The Dueling Banjoos are distracted. Let’s rock oot. We’re playing every Foo song we can.
The Amn: LET’S DO THIS!
<They start with Everlong as we go back to SYB and FS as they keep circling each other>
SYB: Slip the jab… <his left hook makes contact by mistake>
FS: YOU JOO MUDDERFUCKER~! I should totally beat your scrawny ass.
SYB: I’m a Chimp and you’re just a chump. You’re gonna beat my ass? You and what army?
<FS pulls out his phone and dials a number>
FS: He’s here. Yup… we’ll be waiting. Later.
SYB: Who the fuck was that?
FS: You’ll see…
MH <singing>: Breathe out… so I could breathe you in…
DM: I don’t like where this is heading. When is Skurge coming back?
SYB: Seriously. I could use him right aboot n…
<NATE CORBITT RUNS INTO THE ROOM AND SPEARS SYB OUT OF HIS SHOES~!>
NC: That’s for the almanac. Douche. <He turns to leave>
SYB <wheezing>: You’re…dead… little… man… and… <gulps for air as Corbitt is one foot out the door> the Cubs suck.
<The room becomes quiet as Corbitt stops dead in his tracks. Hodge and The Amnesiac stop playing>
NC: What the fuck did you say?
FS: He didn’t say anything Nate. You made your point. Just go.
NC: Oh I’ll go but not before we clear something up. <He walks over to a dazed SYB and he grabs him by the nose>
NC: You were saying?
SYB <gasping>: I was saying the Cubs suck donkey nuts and their fans should kill themselves.
NC: You first. <He pulls out a stiletto and carves a backward “C” on SYB’s right cheek>
FS: Nate? What the fuck?
NC: Just something to remember me by. Enjoy your fantasy wrestling. NERDS~!
<He leaves as quickly as he showed up. The locker room is still deathly quiet, save for a wheezing SYB. No one knows what to say until…>
The Amn <singing>: … and I wonder…
*FADE*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 24, 2008 15:26:51 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland is CHARGING~! into the Run DEA Locker Room and Suites, presented by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels*
DM: ALEX! ALEX!
*Alexander Darling comes out of his suite, rubbing his eyes, clearly he was sleeping*
AD: What? Where the fuck have you been?
DM: Dinner with Lucas.
AD: Oh that's...wait, WHAT?
DM: I'll explain it to you later. Where is your sister?
AD: Which one?
*Davin is about to answer, and then stops and thinks for a second*
DM: Both of them.
AD: THAT should be interesting.
DM: Whatever, where are they?
AD: Still shopping with Fire.
DM: Listen, if you hear from them, can you text me? I've got a couple of things to do, and I'll be back later
AD: Wait, did you just tell me what you were doing?
DM: Well, kinda, but not really.
AD: Still.
DM: Yeah. Still. Listen, as SOON as you hear from them, got it?
AD: Yeah Champ. No problem.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 24, 2008 15:27:41 GMT -5
**Fear Us are in the Destroyitarium, watching Stank’s meeting with Davin.**
LD: “Yikes.”
OBJ: “That didn’t take long.”
LD: “Stank going after Davin or Run DEA falling apart?”
OBJ: “Both.”
LD: “So what’s our role in this?”
OBJ: “Pretty much what we planned on.”
LD: “Back Stank’s play.”
OBJ: “Yep…unless you have other ideas.”
LD: “Like?”
OBJ: “Seems to me you have one of those rings too…and you never did get a rematch.”
LD: “Not interested,”
OBJ: “Seriously?”
LD: “Stank’s deal with Moreland is about more than the title. Same thing goes for us. I’m all for winning gold, but it’s secondary to teaching the young ingrates around here some respect.”
OBJ: “Amen to that.”
LD: “Not sure how that relates to the Heels.”
OBJ: “Well, they aren’t young.”
LD: “Especially not AA.”
OBJ: “And I’m not sure I’d call them ingrates…annoying sure, but not ingrates.”
LD: “True, but they can promo better than anyone…and they’re really fun to beat the crap out of.”
OBJ: <belches> “Australian for works for me, mate.”
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 24, 2008 15:28:29 GMT -5
It's late evening outside what appears to be a posh hotel in Springfield VA. Snow is falling. Poe is standing outside, sans his trademark leather duster. He is watchin as the snow falls and Selena is wearing Poe's duster and dancing around the courtyard catching snowflakes on her tongue. Tytan comes up behind him, causing Poe to turn his head towards his tag-team partner.
Poe: Glad you decided to join us.
T: It's freaking cold out here man.
Poe: 'Tis the first snowfall of the year here. There's always something magical about the first snow.
T: The first case of frostbite?
Poe: The first snowfall is a gift from Hel herself, Tytan.
T: I don't know who that is.
Poe: Pray you never do.
SG: Tytan! Come play!
Poe: She seems to be warming up to you again.
T: Bout damn time.
Poe sees the ninja camerman approaching.
T: Beat it jacka...
Poe: No...stay friend, I have a message for Phantos and Lucios.
The ninjacameraman gets in front of Poe to shoot the comments.
Poe: Gentlemen, this is the first snow in the Old Dominion that has dominion over nothing! The first snowfall reperesents the end of your summer of content. Hel herself has appointed us as the new torchbearers of the tag team division that you claim to own. Fear the snow boys, for the dusk of your time on top of the mountain has descended. Until tomorrow, Namesdeh.
The ninja cameraman points the camera to Tytan.
T: Yeah what he said...what did you say?
Poe: I said we're gonna kick their asses up and down the arena.
T: Now you're talkin' my language!
Tytan looks to the camera.
T: Listen you punk ass bitches! Your cute funny boy antics are done! We're comin' for those belts and there's not a damn thing you can do about it! Gods & Monsters are the new big thing and we won't stop 'til your ass is grass punks!
Selena rushes up to the camera with her tongue stuck out. On it is a snowflake. She licks the camera lens leaving the snowflake smeared on the lens.
SG: *Laughing* Nevermore!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 24, 2008 15:29:13 GMT -5
AA and JA are in their lockerroom, watching OOWF-TV.
AA: I thought you were going to cut the promo.
JA: No, it was your turn this week.
AA: College basketball's starting!
JA: Like I don't have things to do? Besides, I'm a little depressed about Caplock's injury.
AA: Yeah, that ruined a good payday for us. We need to do something about that.
JA: Well, we could finally go after Phantos and Lucios. After all, they injured me way back when.
(A video clip of Johnny in the hospital, wrapped head to toe in bandages, flashes on the screen. Johnny in the Hospital gives a thumbs up.)
AA: You didn't put quote marks around "injury," did you?
JA: Nope. Not like you just did.
AA: So it's time to go after Phantos and Lucios?
JA: Seems like the right thing to do. We could do a mutual respect angle with Stank and form a threesome to go up against Run DEA.
AA: Great idea! But didn't you throw a fireball at Magnussen or Hansen a while back?
JA: You don't even know who it was, do you?
AA: Nope. And too lazy to go back to find out. But Bookerman mentioned it to me as a potential problem for future storylines.
JA: We could PM Blown Spot and and see if he has any ideas.
AA: Why go through the effort? He'll read this promo soon enough and then write a promo that helps us work it out.
JA: True. It always is easier that way.
AA: So does this count as a promo for this week?
JA: Sure. Why not?
AA: So it's your turn next week, right?
JA: OK, if I have to. Unless you want to bet something on it. Who you like this weekend: Oklahoma or Texas Tech?
AA: Dude, I am so on the Red Raiders.
JA: OK, I'll take the Sooners. At home, they're going to smoke those guys.
AA: So if Texas Tech wins, you have to promo.
JA: And if Oklahoma wins, you promo.
AA: Deal.
JA: You think Moose is pissed at us yet?
AA: Nah, probably just me. After all, this is posted under my name.
JA: You should have never given me your password.
AA: Who would have thought Troy could hang with LSU?
JA: They should have won the game. LSU sucks.
AA: Yeah, I know that now. Hey, I'm hungry. You buy lunch if the Celtics cover tonight?
JA: You're on! Go Knicks!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 24, 2008 15:29:30 GMT -5
Cut to the backstage area where Tyson Kincaid and an SFJ stand in front of an OOWF logo.
SFJ: Tyson, many people are wondering why you have been keeping such a low-profile lately - where have you been?
TK: Well, contrary to popular belief, I have not succumbed to temptation and fallen back into addiction, even though it seems that is what at least one certain OOWF superstar would like to see.
No, instead I’ve been at my home in Jamaica, doing some good ol’ fashioned soul searching.
Ever since Lance was injured, I’ve been thinking about where I stand in OOWF, or rather who stands with me. The war made that question very simple – there were two sides, good and bad, friend and foe. After the war, everyone scattered and formed their own little cliques, but - surprise, surprise - nobody wanted Tyson Kincaid.
SFJ: Christ, you’re even more emo than Darling.
TK: Watch it. I’m not above hitting a pretty girl – just ask Firewoman.
SFJ: Fair enough. Speaking of which, she’s been seen quite a bit as of late with your opponent for Mayhem, Moosehead Jack. Do you think that they might be conspiring against you?
TK: Who knows? All I know is that the numbers game is certainly not in my favor. Like I said, I don’t have any alliances in this locker room. I’m heading into battle all by myself.
But you know what? That sparkles just fine with me.
A confident Tyson Kincaid walks away, leaving SFJ holding the microphone as we fade to black.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 24, 2008 15:30:10 GMT -5
A stretch limo comes rolling into the parking area backstage at the OOWF Arena in Springfield, VA. After it stops, the driver gets out and opens the door for Samantha and Alexis Darling, who appear to be laughing together about something, followed by Olympic Gold Medalist Shawn Johnson, and finally Firewoman.
OGMSJ: Oh my god, I have to find Alexander and totally tell him that Fire let me do the ... what did you call it?
FW: It doesn't have a name yet. Just a curbstomp.
OGMSJ: Yes! Oh my god, that's soooo cool!!
And with that, Shawn Johnson goes skipping down the hall. Samantha follows her, and Alexis hangs back to talk to Firewoman
LD: So, you think brother dear is done with whatever little side project he was planning?
FW: I have no idea what you're talking about. But if you see him before I do, tell him he owes me. I'm going to get some coffee. Johnson's nonstop chattering gave me a headache.
Alexis heads down the hall towards the RunDEA locker rooms, and Firewoman goes to Ric's Sandwich Shop for some coffee, still limping a little bit from her match with Spin last week.
MHJ: I knew if I hung out here long enough I'd run into you. [He looks at his watch.] Cutting it kind of close, aren't we?
FW: Amazingly enough, I don't answer to you.
MHJ: I would never imply that you did! So....seen your buddy, Tyson?
FW: Firstly, he's not my buddy. Secondly, my turn at keeping an eye on him ended years ago. He's someone else's problem now.
MHJ: Fair enough. He--
FW: But this is rather typical. He'll float along, toeing the line for a bit, and then completely fall off the face of the earth, only to turn up again at showtime, in Lord knows what kind of shape. If I had to bet? I'd say look under a barstool somewhere, or better yet, check his closet, see if he's holed up in there naked with a needle anda spoon, and a shotgun. Again.
MHJ: Actually, he is back, but he said he was in Jamaica, "finding himself."
FW: Again? He goes to find himself so much, he should wear a tag that says "If located, please return to..." Just remember what we talked about before, okay?
MHJ: I'm not worried. But don't you forget what we talked about either. Stop taking those--
FW: Don't worry, I didn't even take the bottle from Samantha. And the Caped Crusader can pull whatever juvenile shenanigans he wants on me in my locker room. He'll pay for it in the ring.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Nov 24, 2008 15:32:07 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Springfield, Virginia
DH MAGNUSSON vs. JOBBER MCJOBSALOTJobber (pronounced Ho-bear) McJobbsalot (must be Irish) makes his way to the ring. McJobbsalot is the local…….well he is a local wrestler. He did once hold the Newport News Tag Titles with PN News (yo baby yo baby yo baby yo) but that’s really about it. Let’s face it, this guy is here to get decimated by Magnusson. It ain’t much, but it’s a living. McJobbsalot makes it to the ring and steps between the ropes, just as DH Magnusson’s music hits, and the returning member of Drink & Destroy steps from behind the curtain and the place ERUPTS! Magnusson looks around and soaks it in for a moment, then hops the guardrail and works his way through the crowd to the ring. Magnusson climbs onto the apron and turns and faces the crowd and salutes them, and when he does Jobber charges across the ring and nails him with a forearm to the back of the head. Will these jobbers never learn? Magnusson doesn’t fall off the apron, Jobber is lucky to break 200lbs. Instead Magnusson slowly turns around and stares at Jobber. Naturally Jobber begs for mercy, naturally he gets none. Magnusson reaches out and grabs the back of his head and SLAMS him between the eyes with a headbutt. Jobber staggers across the ring and falls to the mat. Magnusson casually steps between the ropes and pulls Jobber off the mat and sends him to the ropes and nearly decapitates him with a clothesline. The fans cheer wildly and want some blood, so Magnusson pulls Jobber up again and shoves him into the corner and follows him in with a clothesline, but doesn’t let Jobber fall. Instead Magnusson hammers him to the mat, pulls him up by the hair and hammers him down a second time. Magnusson steps back at the referee’s request, then steps back in and catches Jobber with an elbow to the jaw. Then pulls him out of the corner and PLANTS him on the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Magnusson quickly gets to one knee and grins. He knows he could end the match in a second if he wanted to. Magnusson pulls Jobber to his feet, but Jobber immediately goes to the eyes. Not just the eyes, but the DAMAGED eye. Magnusson falls to the mat writhing in pain. The crowd gives an audible gasp, and McJobbsalot has a look of “oh shit, what have I done?” on his face. He slowly pulls Magnusson to his feet, and Magnusson is holding his hands over his face. Jobber tries a whip, but Magnusson reverses it, keeps hold of Jobber and pulls him back and KILLS him with the JERSEY HAMMER! Magnusson stands over the fallen McJobsalot and gives the thumbs down sign and the fans erupt again. Magnusson sends Jobber to the ropes, kicks him in the gut to stop him in his tracks, then hits the DREAM STREET! McJobsalot has no chance, and he is soon out. The referee calls for the bell, welcome back Magnusson. WINNER in 3:47 – DH MagnussonALEXANDER & ALEXIS DARLING vs. CARL FROM FRESNO & JUSTIN SANEThis match has been a few weeks in coming as Alexis Darling and her brother for the most part have been steamrolling over the former members of Run DEA. Last week it was Bunny being steamrolled by Alexis and Firewoman before Carl and Justin came out to make the save. This week they look for some revenge as they’ve been granted a tag match against the Darlings. They’re already in the ring and there doesn’t seem to be any fun and games tonight as “Prelude 12/21” begins to play accompanied by the circling blue spotlight. As the haunting beat ends Alexis and Alexander step out in matching ring attire before beginning their walk down the aisle to Sixx AM’s “Life is Beautiful.” The Darlings get their usual reception from the fans but they are oblivious as they take a look at one another before sprinting down and into the ring. Angelo Barros sees the two teams slugging it out and calls for the bell as he understands this match has been a long time coming and is going to be somewhat lenient it looks like. Justin has paired off with Alexis while Alexander and Carl have rolled to the outside and are brawling around the ringside area. Inside the ring Alexis and Justin have started trading knife-hand chops but JS has taken control and pushes Alexis back into the corner and starts ramming his shoulder into her midsection. Snap mare takes her over and Sane quickly follows up with a rolling European uppercut to Alexis’ back. While Justin is really giving her the business, it’s the exact opposite outside the ring as Alexander has tossed Carl into the audience. The male Darling backs up a few steps before getting a running start and launching himself over the barricade and almost taking Carl’s head off with a clothesline. Once Darling dusts himself off, he hops back over the railing and hops up on the apron in the corner where Alexis is and tags himself in. He slides in the ring before Justin notices and catches him coming in with an STO. Justin hits the mat hard and Alexander follows it up with an Aries-esque pendulum elbow. AD stays on the offense now as he starts to work over JS even as the crowd begins to roar because CfF is finally showing signs of life on the outside. Alexander ignores it as he tosses Sane into his corner and now we start to see the teamwork of the Darlings. They’ve cut the ring in half and this is a clinic now as Alexander and Alexis are basically predicting each other’s moves. I guess it is true what they say about twins. Alexis is in the ring now and hits a beautiful snap suplex before rolling over and waiting for her brother to tag in. He makes the blind tag as Alexis snaps off another suplex. Alexander slingshots in and nails JS with a rolling senton but as he bounces back to his feet Carl from Fresno has had enough and catches Darling unaware with a drop kick to the cranium. Carl walks over and tosses Alexis from the ring before dragging Justin to their corner and making the legal tag. Carl is in an he’s a house afire. Dropkick for Alexander followed up an arm drag to Alexis. And then lariats all around for Alexander and Alexis. Both Darlings bail to the outside to avoid the rampage of Carl. Neither notice Justin though as he climbs to the top rope and just as he’s about to dive Alexis notices and pushes her brother out of the way before taking the full brunt of the dive. Alexander looks shocked at what his sister just did and he takes full advantage as he picks Justin up as quickly as possible and quickly plants him with a BRAINBUSTA. AD is back in the ring and he and Carl start trading blows. Rights from Alexander immediately countered with lefts from Carl, but finally AD changes it up and hits CfF with a knee to the gut. He’s got him staggered as he bounces off the ropes and connects with a swinging neck breaker. And before Carl even has a chance to recover; SWANTON BOMB from Alexis. She crawls over and makes the cover… 1… 2… And no, Carl barely rolls a shoulder. Alexis picks Carl up by the hair, but he shoves her off and dives for his corner and somehow Justin Sane was barely getting on the apron and now he’s legal. Alexander jumps over his sister and baseball slides out of the ring dragging Carl off the apron and smashing his head. He quickly whips him face first into the steel post as Alexis drags Justin into the ring and whips him chest first into the corner. He staggers out and as he does so, Alexis sweeps the leg as Alexander comes with a spinning leg lariat…well THAT looked awfully familiar. Carl is trying to stand on the outside but Alexander kicks him back down to the floor as Alexis picks up Justin…AIR RAID CRASH. This one should be over, but it’s not as Alexander walks over to Sane and locks the legs before flipping him over. Alexis is climbing the ropes… MOTHERFUCKIN’ CURBSTOMP… PHOENIX SPLASH… Alexis makes the cover; ONE, TWO, and THREE. Well, that was a damn impressive showing by the Darlings, but it doesn’t look like they’re done as Alexander picks up his old friend Justin Sane…DARLING DRIVER. And now Alexis is going to pick him up but Carl is trying to slide back in the ring with a chair as Bunny limps down the aisle to save his two good friends, but the Darlings catch them coming in and start laying the boots. Alexander tosses the chair to his sister who pastes Bunny right in the skull and he drops. Alexander places Carl up on the top turnbuckle and then stretches him before planting him with a DDT from the top. The Darlings smile at one another before taking Bunny and Carl respectively and locking in the Darling Clutch and the Darling Money Clip. They hold the moves for a few minutes before finally relinquishing them and tossing the former Run DEA to the side. Alexander and Alexis Darling have just taken out the trash and looked good in doing it. Your winners in 11:24…Alexander & Alexis…THE DARLINGS.TYSON KINCAID vs. MOOSEHEAD JACKTyson Kincaid comes to the ring first and waves to the crowd as they cheer for him. Moose is announced as “Scarecrow” plays over the PA system, but he doesn’t come out. What the hell? Kincaid is paying rapt attention to the entrance ramp, waiting for the match to start, so he doesn’t notice Moose crawl from under the ring and slide under the ropes until it is too late. Moose spins Kincaid around and BLASTS him with a heart punch! Kincaid staggers back a few steps and Moose hits the ropes and takes him to the mat with a clothesline. Moose mounts Kincaid and HAMMERs him with closed fist shots to the face. The referee pulls Moose off of Kincaid and Tyson slips out of the ring to try and regain his composure. Moose follows him to the outside and grabs Kincaid and tries to slam him face first into the ring post, but Kincaid gets a foot up and blocks it. Tyson catches Moose with a boot to the gut that doubles him over, then hits a side Russian leg sweep on the floor. Kincaid gets to his feet and pulls Moose up Moose comes after him, and Kincaid takes him back to the floor with a drop toe hold that sends Moose face first into the ring steps. Kincaid rolls back into the ring, Moose is slow to get to his feet, and when he does, he has blood flowing from a gash in his head. Moose makes it onto the apron and Kincaid runs across the ring and grabs him, and suplexes him into the ring, floats over and gets a two count. Kincaid pulls Moose to his feet and sends him to the ropes and catches him in a rolling half crab Kincaid keeps the pressure on for a moment, but it is clear Moose will not submit to that, so Kincaid turns and pounces, trapping the leg and locking on the STF! Moose grunts in pain, but again refuses to submit, slowly working his way to the ropes. Just before Moose makes it to the bottom rope, Kincaid breaks the hold and spins to his feet and NAILS Moose with a kick to the back of the head. Kincaid hooks Moose and rolls him over and covers, but Moose reaches out and gets his foot on the bottom rope before the referee can count two. Kincaid pulls Moose to his feet, but Moose hits a jaw breaker that stuns Kincaid. Moose catches Kincaid with a knee to the gut, then DROPS him with a DDT in the middle of the ring. Moose covers, far too casually, and Kincaid hooks his arm and leg and rolls him over in a crucifix for a two count. Moose gets to his feet quickly and Kincaid pops him with a super kick that stuns Moose. Kincaid catches him and hauls him up on his shoulders for the OCD-DT when the crowd starts to boo. Kincaid turns around and sees Firewoman at ring side, what he DIDN’T see was Fire slide a chair under the ropes to Moose. Fire gives Kincaid a sarcastic grin and tells him to turn around. When he does, Moose BLASTS him in the face with the chair! Kincaid falls to the mat, grabbing his face in agony, the referee immediately calls for the bell. WINNER in 7:29 by disqualification – Tyson KincaidAfter the match, Moose get a few more shots in with the chair, and Fire slips into the ring. She grabs Kincaid and sets him up for a Firestomp on the chair, when “With Jupiter in Mind” blares across the PA and Concrete TG sprints to the ring brandishing a chair of his own. Crete slides into the ring and swings wildly, but both Fire and Moose move out of the way and bail out of the ring. Crete helps Kincaid to his feet and after a few seconds he gets his bearings and they challenge Fire and Moose to get into the ring. Officials race to ring side to prevent a brawl and eventually get Moose and Kincaid heading up the ramp leaving only Fire and Crete... CONCRETE TG vs. FIREWOMANThe referee calls for the bell, but Firewoman is irritated about not being able to properly get ready for the match. As she is arguing with the referee, Crete sneaks up behind Fire and rolls her up for a two count. Fire kicks out and spins to her feet with a look of pure rage in her eyes. Crete makes the “this close” motion with his fingers and that sends Fire flying into a rage. She charges at Crete, but Crete side steps and sends Fire to the ropes and catches her on the rebound with a perfect drop kick to the face, sending Fire over the top rope to the floor. On the outside Fire has a mini-melt down, then stops and collects herself, takes a few deep breaths then slowly looks back up, into the ring at Crete and smiles a devious smile. Fire climbs to the apron and slowly steps between the ropes, never taking her eyes off of Crete. Crete being a face, lets her get into the ring without incident. The two slowly circle and lock up, but Fire breaks the hold and nails Crete with a knife edge chop, then catches Crete with a spinning kick to the back of the head. Crete staggers forward and Fire slips behind him and hits a trio of german suplexes, the last one of the release variety that sends Crete across the ring. Fire gets to her feet and covers, but Crete kicks out at two. Both wrestlers get to their feet and Fire grabs a side head lock, but Crete sends her to the ropes and catches her with a knee to the gut, then takes Fire over with a gut wrench suplex. Crete springs off the bottom rope with a moonsault, but Fire gets her knees up. Crete braces himself with his arms and legs before hitting her knees, stands up, and drops and elbow across Fire’s chest. Crete doesn’t get to cover because Fore rolls away. Crete waits for Fire to get to her feet, then scoops her up and plants her on the mat, then climbs to the top rope for a moonsault. Crete leaps, but Fore rolls out of the way and gets to her feet. Crete lands on his feet, and IMMEDIATELY eats a super kick from Fire. Crete hits the mat, and Fire grabs Crete’s legs, and drives her knee into the side of Crete’s leg repeatedly, then locks Crete in a figure four in the middle of the ring. Crete howls in pain as Fire keeps the pressure on. The camera picks up someone making their way through the crowd and as he hops the railing we see it is Moosehead Jack. Moose calls out to Fire and Fire puts her hands out and Moose grabs them giving Fire some extra leverage. Crete howls in pain in the middle of the ring. Just when it looks like Crete may give up, the crowd pops again, this time it is because Tyson Kincaid is rushing down the ramp. Kincaid tackles Moose, and they brawl outside the ring. Fire releases the hold and gets to her feet. Fire hits the ropes and nails Crete with the Jericho bulldog, then sets Crete up for a Firestomp, but Kincaid and Moose spill into the ring from the outside. Fire releases the hold and nails Kincaid from behind. Within seconds, Crete struggles to his feet and joins the fray. The ref realizes he has no shot at restoring order, and throws this one out, and calls for security to separate them. WINNER – No Contest in 6:11THE CHICKENSHIT HEELS vs. FEAR USThe Chickenshit Heels are announced first and make their way to the ring. Johnny and AA pause to taunt the Virginia fans, bringing them nearly to a riot. Just the way they like it. The Heels finally step between the ropes, and are shocked, SHOCKED when the referee wants to pat them down to check for weapons. Both Johnny and AA loudly protest such blatant disregard for their civil rights, or some such indignation. The referee looks more annoyed than anything. He is about finally check the Heels when the Fear Us music hits and LD and Jack storm the ring and slide into the ring. The Heels turn and try to flee, but they are caught from behind and pulled back into the ring. Williams takes Adrenaline and slams him face first into the turnbuckle while Jack takes AA to the mat with a double leg take down and stomps AA in the mid section repeatedly. AA rolls to the floor and Johnny staggers out of the corner, and walks right into a charging Outback Jack, who nails him with a forearm to the head. Johnny stands there for a moment, swaying back and forth, then does a magnificent Flair Flop. AA reaches into the ring and pulls AA to the floor where the Heels make some last minute adjustments to their strategy. Jack walks over and reaches between the ropes and tries to grab both Heels, but AA grabs him by the head and holds him on the ropes and Johnny turns around and BLASTS him with a chain! Jack slumps on the ropes, then falls into the ring dazed. Johnny Adrenaline immediately slips into the ring and looks like he is making the cover, enough so that the referee gets down and makes a two count, then realizes that Adrenaline has his hand around Jack’s throat. The referee starts the five count and Adrenaline breaks just before five, then pulls Jack to his feet and shoves him back into the Heels corner and tags in AA. AA comes in and puts his fists up challenging Jack to throw down, Jack obliges, and from the outside, Johnny rakes his eyes. AA charges in and monkey flips Jack out of the corner. He gets to his feet and is pretty proud of himself, and doesn’t realize that Jack made the tag to LD Williams. Williams storms into the ring and takes AA to the mat with a spear and BRUTALIZES him with some Canadian violence. LD gets to his feet and charges to the corner and BLASTS Adrenaline with a forearm to the side of the head sending him to the floor. Williams pulls AA to his feet and KILLS him with a clothesline, then tags in Jack, and Jack hits a leg drop from the second rope. Adrenaline tries to get back into the match, but Jack charges across the ring and drills him with a boot to the face, sending him off the apron again. Inside the ring AA struggles to his feet, from the outside, AA throws him a chair, but he throws it a little too high. AA reaches high to catch it, and when he does, Jack and Williams hit the CALL OF THE WILD! AA is DEAD! Jack covers and hooks the leg, Williams keeps Adrenaline out of the ring, one, two, three, this one is over. WINNERS in 13:19 – Fear UsAfter the match, Fear Us powder out to the outside of the ring, but they don’t leave, almost as if they are expecting something. As The Chickenshit Heels get to their feet, DH Magnusson tears ass through the crowd and hits the ring swinging a big logging chain. Attitude Adjuster manages to bail out of the ring, where he is immediately attacked by Fear Us. Johnny Adrenaline tries to escape but Magnusson whips the chain around he feet and pulls him to the mat. Magnusson falls on Johnny and HAMMERS him mercilessly. He may well have beaten Adrenaline’s face to a pulp, but officials race from the back and stop the slaughter before it can start, much to the disapproval of the crowd. The Chickenshit Heels beat a hasty retreat from the ring, and Fear Us and DH Magnusson remain in the ring. They exchange a knowing look and Fear Us head up the ramp, and Magnusson hops the rail back into the crowd. IHOP & THE AMNESIAC vs. SEAMUS MCNASTY, BRYCE LARSON & DAMON WRATH – OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match“The King of the Indies” Bryce “The Bad Ass Dragon” Larson comes out first, and he is soon joined by Damon Wrath and Seamus McNasty, who appear to be having an animated discussion about something. They specifically requested that they NOT be billed as Gaelic Storm so we can avoid doing that whole ONE NIGHT ONLY thing. The trio heads to the ring and climb between the ropes. Suddenly the arena goes dark and the theme from 2001: A Space Odyssey blares across the speakers, the crowd pops immediately thinking Ric Flair is making an appearance, and we get several WHOOOOOO’s in the crowd. Just when things reach a fever pitch, SYB, Skurge, The Amnesiac, Fezzik and The Lovely and Talented Dorothy Mantooth step from behind the curtain and the cheers turn to a mixed reaction. The NEW OOWF Campeonas de Trios champions step out and hold their titles high in the air. The champions make their way to the ring and The Amnesiac and Skurge step out of the ring onto the apron. Looks like SYB is going to start things off against Larson. SYB holds his share of the Campeonas de Trios title in front of Larson and tells him he will NEVER get this title from him. Larson contemplates that for a moment then leaps in the air and hits a spinning heel kick that knocks the title from SYB’s grasp. SYB screams and stares at the title as it lays on the mat. Larson then drops down and sweeps SYB’s legs from beneath him, sending him to the mat as well. Larson kips to his feet and hits a standing back flip on SYB, then reaches out and tags in Damon Wrath. Wrath waits for SYB to get to his feet then kicks him low and tries a pedigree, but The Amnesiac slips into the ring and POPS him in the mouth with a super kick. Wrath hits the mat and SYB crawls over and tags in Skurge. Skurge comes in and snaps Wrath over with a snapmare and catches him with a stiff kick to the back, then hits the ropes and hits a falling clothesline to the back of the head that folds Wrath in half, bouncing his head off the mat. Skurge slams him backward and covers, but Seamus breaks it up at two. Wrath gets to his feet and shoves Seamus and the two of them begin arguing in the ring. Larson tags himself in and locks up with Skurge in the middle of the ring, meanwhile the argument has escalated to punches as both Seamus and Wrath spill out of the ring to the floor. Larson slips behind skurge and takes him to the mat, and catches him with several forearms to the back of the head, then springs to his feet and leaps to the second rope, but The Amnesiac runs down the apron and knocks him off the middle rope, hot shotting him on the top rope. Skurge tags in SYB then grabs Larson’s legs as he grabs his throat in pain. Skurgs catapults Larson right into SYB’s way, and SYB hits the HEBREW HAMMER! SYB falls on Larson and hooks the leg, one, two, three! WINNERS in 11:41 and still OOWF Campeonas de Trios champions – IHOP & The AmnesiacCHRIS COLE vs. ALEXANDER DARLING – OOWF Onslaught Championship MatchAlexander Darling is announced and he makes his way to the ring with Alexis Darling in tow. Darling completely ignores the boos of the crowd and heads to the ring, completely focused on the task at hand. The OOWF Onslaught champion “The Main Event” Chris Cole is announced, and he comes out to the top of the ramp, again to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Cole catches Darling’s eye and smirks, then heads to the ring. Darling hands off his title, then slowly takes off his coat and hands that out of the ring to the valet as well. They are about to lock up when Cole asks the referee to check Darling for illegal foreign objects. Darling looks annoyed, but lets the referee check him. Finally they move to the middle of the ring to lock up, but Cole reaches for the ropes and tests them first, this is too much for Darling, and he attacks Cole from behind, clubbing him to the mat with shots to the back of the neck and head. Darling pulls Cole to his feet and sends him to the ropes and catches him with a back elbow to the jaw. Cole hits the mat and Darling immediately drops a knee across his throat, drawing a warning from the referee. Alexander Darling keeps up the onslaught, pulling Cole up again and hitting an inverted atomic drop, then clotheslining Cole out of the ring. Before the referee can stop him, Darling leaves the ring and pulls Cole to his feet and scoops him up and slams him on the floor, then hops onto the apron, gets a running start, and drops a knee across his ribs. You can hear the air rush out of Cole’s body as he clutches his ribs in pain. Darling gets a warning from the referee but ignores it and sends Cole back into the ring. Once he gets back inside the ring, Darling lifts Cole for a slam and drops him ribs first across his knees, then covers but Cole kicks out at one. Darling traps Cole in a sitting abdominal stretch, digging he elbow into Cole’s ribs. Cole is gasping for breath but refuses to give up. Darling spins Cole to the mat, in a crucifix type move, gets a two count, then keeps Cole trapped in the stretch. Cole slowly fights back to his feet and finally frees himself with a hip toss, but immediately falls to the mat grabbing his ribs in pain. Darling is up first a catches Cole with a knee to the ribs, then pulls him up and shoves him into the corner. Darling sets Cole on the second rope, and initially goes for a superplex, but Cole fights him off and sends Darling off the top rope to the mat. Cole steadies himself, then leaps off the top and DRIVES an elbow into Darling’s chest! Cole hurts himself just as much as Darling on this move, and both men remain on the mat. The referee starts the ten count, and Darling is up first, but just barely. Alexander grabs Cole and pulls him up, and sets him up for a pile driver, but Cole reverses it into an ALABAMA SLAM! Cole rolls through and gets a two count. The announcer announces that we have one minute remaining! Darling hears this and struggles to his feet, he and Cole square off, and Cole swings wildly, Darling ducks it and takes Cole over with a belly to back suplex, Darling tries to bridge, but he can only manage a two count. Thirty seconds remains. Darling pulls Cole up and scoops him up again, but Cole grabs him and rolls him into a small package, one, two, Darling kicks out. Ten seconds remain. Cole spins to his feet and Darling KILLS him with a clothesline from hell. Darling pounces on Cole and traps him in the anaconda vice! Will Cole submit or can he hold on? Darling puts more pressure on him, Cole is fading, fading, he is just about to…… Ding Ding Ding The bell rings! It’s a DRAW! WINNER in 15:00 – Time limit draw – Chris Cole retains his Onslaught ChampionshipAfter the match, Cole clutches to his Onslaught Championship on the mat, Darling cannot believe he was so close to taking home the gold. As Cole gets to his feet, Darling nails him from behind, the picks up the title and waits for Cole to get to his feet again, then SLAMS the Onslaught Championship upside his head! Cole falls to the mat, busted wide open. Darling slips out of the ring and grabs a chair and is about to Pilmanize Cole’s ankle when Eric O’Mac slides into the ring. Darling stops the attack and the two of them have a staredown of deep thought considering they were once friends. The crowd roars and Eric turns around just as Davin Moreland gets in the ring, he ducks a Moreland clothesline, and hits a spinning heel kick that sends the champ to the mat. As Eric pops up and waits for Moreland to get to his feet, he gets NAILED from behind with the steel chair! Eric falls to the mat and Darling stands over him with the chair! Moreland pulls a dazed Eric to his feet and hits a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER on the chair! He peels him off the mat and throws him to Darling, who hits a CRUCIFIX BOMB on the chair! Eric writhes in pain on the mat! Finally officials flood the ring and Davin and Darling beat a hasty retreat. Chris Cole is back on his feet, but Eric O’Mac is not moving. The officials call for the paramedics, and they rush to the ring with the back board. They work on Eric for a few minutes, then an ambulance appears just off stage, and they take Eric out of the ring on a stretcher, load him up and head off. PHANTOS & LUCIOS vs. GODS & MONSTERS – OOWF World Tag Team Title MatchGods and Monsters are announced, and they come to the ring along with Selena (who evidently DOES have either a valet or manager’s license). They hold the ropes for her and she steps inside the ring and has a mischievous look on her face. Poe and Tytan both hover around her protectively as “God Blessed Texas” plays and the OOWF world tag team champions make their way to the ring. The champs stop outside the ring and hold the titles up, staring at Gods & monsters inside the ring. The challengers don’t even glance at the titles, instead they keep their eyes fixed on Phantos and Lucios. Without breaking their stare, Poe motions for Selena to leave the ring. She reluctantly leaves, and the second she is out of the ring, Phantos and Lucios slide under the ropes and attack Poe and Tytan from behind, but Gods and Monsters quickly turn the tables and reverse an attempted Phantos and Lucios whip and catch them with matching back body drops. The champs hit the mat and immediately spring to their feet, and both get clotheslines over the top rope, but both hold on and skin the cat and flip back into the ring, only to get grabbed by Poe and Tytan and thrown over the top ropes on the opposite side. The Champions show some frustration on the outside but quickly regroup and calm down. Lucios climbs onto the apron and steps into the ring to start things with Tytan. The two big men circle and lock up both men try to shove the other to the corner, but neither man gives an inch. Finally they break the hold, then lock up again, this time Lucios slips behind Tytan and grabs him in a waist lock and tries to take him to the mat, but Tytan reaches between his legs and grabs Lucios’ leg and pulls him to the mat. Before Tytan can do anything Lucios pushes him off with his other leg, sending him to the ropes. Lucios tries a monkeyflip, but Tytan swats his leg aside and drops an elbow across his chest. Tytan covers, but Phantos makes it into the ring to break it up before the referee counts two. Tytan springs to his feet and comes after Phantos, who backs off. From behind, Lucios clips Tytan’s knee, sending him to the mat in pain. Lucios immediately tags Phantos into the match, he leaps over the top rope and drops an elbow across Tytan’s knee, then gets to his feet and traps Tytan in a spinning toe hold trying for the submission. Tytan grunts in pain, but refuses to give up and eventually works his way to the ropes and forces the break. Phantos releases the hold and lets Tytan get to his feet, then catches him with several stiff kicks to the back of the leg, sending him right back to the mat. Phantos tries a figure four leg lock, but Tytan grabs him in an inside cradle for a two count. Phantos gets to his feet first and waits for Tytan to get to his feet and charges, but Tytan gets a boot up and nearly takes Phantos head off his shoulders. Tytan stumbles a bit and tags in Poe. Poe steps into the ring, and pulls Phantos to his feet and grabs him by the throat and CHOKESLAMS HIM TO HELL! Lucios comes into the ring next and tries a clothesline, but Poe ducks the move and grabs Lucios and catches him with a hangman’s neckbreaker! Phantos is back on his feet, but Poe grabs him and throws him into the corner and charges in and catches him with an elbow to the jaw. Phantos slumps to the mat. When Poe turns around he catches a charging Lucios with a kick to the mid section, and lifts him for a powerbomb, but Phantos shoves them both, and they end up falling over the top rope to the floor. Inside the ring, Phantos staggers to the middle of the ring, not noticing Tytan waiting for him. Tytan charges and nearly cuts Phantos in half with a spear! Tytan pulls Phantos to his feet and KILLS him with the STEINER SCREWDRIVER! Phantos is DEAD! On the outside, Lucios is reeling from repeated shots from Poe. As he staggers away, he grabs the bell from the table and PASTES Poe right in the face! The referee sees this, and immediately calls for the bell! WINNERS in 20:11 by disqualification – Gods & MonstersAfter the match, Poe quickly gets back to his feet, wiping blood from his forehead. Tytan is furious inside the ring. From the outside, Lucios pulls a barely conscious Phantos out of the ring, grabs the titles, and make their way to the back. <After the match, we cut to the back to GM the Rick’s office where we see Spin Hansen standing with his Intercontinental Title>
GMtR: Look Spin, I am sorry, they took Eric to the hospital for observation, there is no one else to challenge you tonight, so I am afraid you get the night off.
SH: There IS one person…….
GMtR: Who?
SH: YO! COME ON IN!
<DH Magnusson walks into GM the Rick’s office. Rick immediately stands and shakes Magnusson’s hand>
GMtR:: Welcome back DH. I assume you are interested in this shot?
DHM: Well……I DO get a rematch…..
GMtR: Spin, you ok with this?
SH: Let’s do it
GMtR: Ok boys, get out to the ring, you are next.SPIN HANSEN vs. DH MAGNUSSON – OOWF Intercontinental Title MatchSpin and Magnusson both come out through the crowd and slowly make their way to the ring. Finally both men hop the railing and climb into the ring. The announcements are formally made and Spin hands his title to the referee who holds it high in the air. The Midnight Son members bump knuckles, the bell rings, and this one is underway. The two slowly circle and lock up. Magnusson pushes Spin to the corner, and the referee calls for a clean break, and he gets it. The two meet in the middle of the ring again and lock up, this time Spin grabs an arm wringer, then a side head lock. Magnusson shoves him to the ropes and takes him to the mat on the rebound with a shoulderblock. Magnusson hits the ropes and Spin gets back to his feet and side steps, sending Magnusson to the ropes, then catching him with a drop toe hold on the rebound. Spin grabs Magnusson in a hammerlock, but Magnusson quickly sits up and spins to his feet and turns it into an arm drag on Spin. Spin gets to his feet quickly and both men meet in the center of the ring and bump knuckles again, much to the delight of the crowd. Another lock up, this time Spin catches Magnusson with a headbutt between the eyes that drops him to one knee. Spin bounds off the ropes and catches DH with a boot between the eyes, then covers, but only gets a one count. Spin pulls Magnusson up and backs him into the corner and whips him hard across the ring, DH hits the corner hard, and staggers out a few steps, Spin hits the ropes and it looks like he is going to try for a bulldog, but Magnusson spins and catches him with a belly to belly suplex, planting Hansen on the mat! Magnusson covers, but Spin is up before the referee even gets down to the mat. Both men get to their feet and meet in the middle of the ring and swap sots to the head. Magnusson ducks a wild swing by Spin and his an atomic drop that sends Hansen to the ropes. On the rebound Magnusson snaps off a nice power slam and covers for a two count. Magnusson seems to be in control now, and he waits for Hansen to get to his feet, then charges, but Spin was playing a little possum and catches him with a SPINEBUSTER! Magnusson’s head bounces off the mat, and Spin covers, but DH rolls his shoulder at two. Spin pulls Magnusson up and sets him up for a piledriver, but Magnusson tries to block it. Spin pulls Magnusson back and drops repeated elbows across the back of his head, then lifts him PILEDRIVER! Spin covers, but Magnusson rolls his shoulder at two. Spin pulls Magnusson to his feet and shoves him into the corner and sets him on the top rope and climbs to the second rope, but before he can do anything, Magnusson grabs Spin by the head and HAMMERS him with headbutts between the eyes. Sin falls off the top rope and Magnusson climbs to the top rope and leaps and nearly takes Spin’s head off with a clothesline. Before Magnusson can even cover though, The Chickenshit Heels hit the ring! They immediately put the boots to Magnusson and when Spin gets to his feet, Johnny nails him with his boot! The referee has no choice but to call for the no contest here. WINNER – No Contest in 14:42The Heels pull Magnusson to his feet and AA holds him while Johnny lines him up for a boot shot. As Adrenaline charges Magnusson gets his foot up and catches Adrenaline right on the jaw. Johnny turns and staggers away, right into a SPINEBUSTER from Spin! Magnusson mule kicks AA freeing himself, then lifts a stunned AA on his shoulders and hits a DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! The Chickenshit Heels powder out and stagger and stumble up the ramp pointing to the ring the whole time and swearing revenge. Inside the ring, Spin and Magnusson beg them to come back, but when it becomes clear that they are not coming back, Spin and DH share a manly embrace in the middle of the ring and then leave, heading through the crowd to the back. DAVIN MORELAND vs. STANK – OOWF World Heavyweight Title MatchFormer OOWF World Heavyweight champion Stank is announced and he comes to the ring and climbs between the ropes and motions for the ref to move things along. Stank has a murderous look in his eyes tonight, Davin better be in top form. The OOWF World Heavyweight champion Davin Moreland and he and Samantha Darling come out to the top of the ramp. Davin is already sweating profusely, but its not the pre-match workout sweat, it seems to be that, oh hell I drank too much and I am sweating booze kind of sweat. Darling is wearing his dark shades and it seems to take effort for he and Samantha to make it to the ring. They step between the ropes and Stank immediately attacks, charging across the ring and NAILING Moreland with a forearm to the side of the head. Davin stumbles into Samantha sending her to the mat, then out of the ring to the floor. Davin turns and looks at Samantha in shock, completely taking his focus off of Stank. Stank grabs Moreland from behind and lifts him onto his shoulders and hits the SHOCK TREATMENT! Davin writhes in pain on the mat, but Stank doesn’t even try for a cover, instead he grabs Moreland by the hair and HAMMERS him with straight rights to the face. Davin rakes the eyes to free himself and shoves Stank off of him and rolls out of the ring to the floor, but Stank follows him right out. Davin crawls across the floor to a prone Samantha Darling, but Stank doesn’t let him get there. Instead he grabs Moreland and pulls him to his feet and slams him face first into the announce table, then shoots him back into the ring. Sam Darling is finally stirring, and she reaches under the ring and grabs a kendo stick, as Stank gets on the apron, Sam SMACKS him across the back with the kendo stick. This doesn’t have QUITE the desired effect on Stank though, Stank glares at Samantha and jumps off the apron and grabs her by the throat. Sam has the fear of god in her eyes. Before Stank can do anything, Moreland charges in the ring and baseball slides toward Stank. Stank shoves Samantha away, sending her back to the floor, and he and Davin go toe to toe trading shots to the head. Moreland digs his thumbs into Stank’s eyes, then grabs him for a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER on the floor, but Stank shoves him off, sending him right at Samantha Darling. Moreland puts on the brakes before he hits her, but then turns around and gets a boot to the face from Stank. Stank rolls the champ into the ring, shoots a death glance at Samantha, then follows him into the ring. Moreland begs off, but Stank snarls and yells at him to get to his feet. Stank pulls Moreland to his feet and slams his head into the top turnbuckle ten times. Stank is ready to do it again when Davin catches him with a kick between the legs that finally slows the big man down. Moreland struggles to stay on his feet, using the corner to keep himself upright. As Stank gets to one knee, Davin charges out of the corner and takes him to the mat with a swinging neck breaker. Moreland pulls Stank to his feet, but Stank slams him between the eyes with a headbutt that leaves the champ on rubber legs. Stank scoops Moreland up and plants him on the mat then drops a big leg across his chest and covers, but Moreland manages to get his leg on the bottom rope. Stank is up again and waits for Davin to get to his feet, Moreland motions to Sam, and she slides him the title, then races around the ring and jumps on the apron and calls the referee over. Stank grabs Moreland, and Davin BLASTS him with the title. Stank goes down to one knee, but does not fall to the mat. Davin hits the ropes and NAILS Stank again, this time the big man goes down, but does not stay down. With blood pouring off his face, Stank gets to his face and turns to the champion, snarling with rage. Stank charges Moreland and takes him to the mat, and PUMMELS him. On the outside, Samantha is waiving furiously to the back, and Phantos, Lucios and Firewoman sprint to the ring and slide under the ropes and attack Stank! The referee immediately calls for the bell. WINNER in 10:19 by Disqualification – StankPhantos and Lucios pull Stank up and it looks like they are going to try the Drop Kick Device, but DH Magnusson, Spin Hansen, Outback Jack and LD Williams rush the ring and Run DEA decides to beat a hasty retreat to the back. Moreland is staggering to the back when Alexander Darling comes out. The two stare at one another for a moment, then Davin pushes past him with Samantha and heads to the back, leaving Drink & Destroy to celebrate in the ring. Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action be sure to check out the OOWF November Pain PPV, Live November 30th from Springfield, Massachusetts (Hell yeah, bitches!) And don’t forget to catch next week’s OOWF Mid-Week Mayhem Live! November 26th from Springfield, West Virginia! For all your OOWF shopping needs, check out www.cafepress.com/oowfshirts For all your OOWF History needs, visit the OOWF Archives at www.oowfwrestling.comJoin us for OOWF Chat on Wednesday nights!
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