DAVIN MORELAND vs. TYTAN – OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match The pyro and "For The Love of God" for Tytan and Ultimo, Inc. begins, and Tytan stands at the top of the ramp. A few moments later he is surrounded by Ultimo Security, completely decked out in riot gear. A few of the fans laugh at this, but most cheer as he goes down the ramp and enters the ring. As he poses in the ring, the security force positions themselves around it, two on each side, and stand with their back to the ring, eyes scanning the crowd.
Davin Moreland steps to the top of the ramp, to the strains of "Lux Aeterna," accompanied by Samantha Darling. He starts to walk down the ring, spies the accumulated security, and begins to laugh. He laughs all the way down the ramp and up into the ring, and reaches over to ask for a mic.
DM: Seriously? All of this security, because you're afraid of a GIRL?
The crowd boos Davin as he continues to laugh. Tytan completely no-sells his comment, and merely stares at him as Sterling Glaw goes over the rules. Just as he is beginning to call for the bell, GM the Rick appears at the top of the ramp.
GMtR: Gentlemen. I'm afraid that I can't let this match proceed unless all non-OOWF personnel have left ringside.
Tytan is furious and shakes his head no, demanding that his security stay. Davin shakes his head, incredulous.
DM: Mr. Scaia, I am all for that. And as a show of good faith, I will voluntarily send Samantha to the back, even though she's a fully licensed manager, and member of OOWF. But, if Tytan here feels he needs this much back up to pin me.....
Tytan is enraged, and grabs the mic from Davin's hands
Tytan: I don't need anyone. Guys, head to the back.
The security detail hesitates for a moment, and then with some encouragement, they file out towards the back. Samantha waits for them to get some distance, blows Davin a kiss, and heads to the back herself. Finally, with all that settled, Glaw finally calls for the bell.
The two men circle each other, Tytan steely-eyed and focused, Davin relaxed and confident, with a bit of a smirk. The two lock up for the initial pushing contest, but neither budges. Occasionally one man moves back a step, but quickly shifts his weight and counters. The crowd really starts to get into this, but Glaw has to tell them to get on with it already. The two separate, and stare at each other, Tytan still stone-serious, Davin smiling. Tytan decides that the show of strength is over and swings at Moreland with a big right. Davin ducks it and runs shoulder first into Tytan, pushing him into the corner. He climbs to the second turnbuckle and wastes no time raining punches down on to Tytan. Even though they are booing, the crowd still participates in the one-two-three-four etc. count as Glaw tries to get Davin off the ropes. As the crowd hits ten, Davin jumps down and waits for Tytan to regain his composure. Once he comes close to that, Davin follows up with (WOOOOoooo!) three (WOOOOooooo!) chops (WOOOOoooo!). He steps back and Tytan practically falls out of the corner. Davin catches him, and gets him up....and down fast with a Dominator! Davin is wasting no time pulling out the big guns, here. He covers Tytan for one....and Tytan kicks out. Davin rolls off and Tytan stands up? Rejoining Ultimo, Inc. appears to have been good for Tytan's health. Davin stands as well, giving the look of "Oh okay, that's how it's going to be then?" And they're at it again, exchanging punch for punch. Tytan grabs a punch and whips Davin into the ropes. He bounces off and Tytan "helps" him into the other ropes. Davin bounces off again, but the exertion of tossing Davin into the second ropes, as mysteriously doubled Tytan over so he's in the perfect position for Davin to kick him in the face. Tytan goes reeling back, as Davin follows him in, and grabs him for a Vertical Suplex. He picks him up again, yells "This one's for you, Stank!" and hits another Vertical Suplex. He picks him up yet again, yells "This one's for your partner, Drago!" and hits a third. This time he goes for the cover, and one... two... nope! as Tytan is able to kick out. Davin argues the proper timing of counts with Glaw, allowing Tytan to get to the ropes and down onto the floor. Eventually, Glaw sees this and begins the count out.
Davin screams at Tytan to get into the ring, but he takes nine of the ten count to compose himself, and climbs back in with a vengeance. He runs at Davin, his speed taking the champ by surprise, with a Decapitator. Moreland falls backwards and in a flash Tytan is on him with the punches. He picks Moreland up and tries to get him into a full nelson, but Davin manages to keep one of his arms free, so instead Tytan gets him in a half nelson, and hits a modified Crash and Burn from the mat. He goes for a cover, hooks the leg, but gets a two count. Davin is still trying to catch his breath, and stands, but Tytan is up quicker and kicks him back towards the corner. He follows Davin in, and Davin counters almost instinctively with an elbow to the chin. Tytan falls back a few steps, but that's all, as he comes in again. Davin doesn't see him, as he's trying to climb to the top turnbuckle, so Tytan "helps" him up and then with a few punches to subdue him, throws him backwards into a Tree of Woe. He begins punching and kicking Davin, and the referee starts his count. Tytan breaks it off at three, and allows Davin to fall to the mat.
The camera pans around because there's some commotion in the crowd, and we see Firewoman making her way through the crowd. She's still bleeding from her match with Moosehead Jack, but she appears to not care. Tytan has helped Davin to his feet, and is setting up another move, but he has his back her. Davin does see her, and pushes Tytan back just enough. He goes to the ropes, jumps off them, and into a double drop kick that sends Tytan out of the ring. He then tries to engage Glaw into a debate about the implications of the Obama presidency on the future of the country. Tytan is coming to on the floor of the arena, as Firewoman jumps up on to the guardrail, stalking him. She waits for her moment.... and then Tytan turns around. Firewoman smiles and at about the same time as Tytan registers what is going on, Firewoman jumps up, runs across the guardrail, and hits a diving lariat (and managing to not look like she's going to kill herself, like Jeff Hardy does.) She drives Tytan back into the steel steps, and he connects with the corner. He puts a hand up and... oh yes, it's bleeding. At this point, Glaw breaks free of the debate with Davin, and goes over to send Firewoman to the back. Glaw turns to yell at Davin for distracting him which gives Firewoman time to toss her Intercontinental Belt into the ring. Glaw turns back to her, and Firewoman walks backwards up the ramp....slowly... and still arguing with Glaw. Tytan recovers and stands, yelling at Firewoman to come back. Davin reaches over and pulls Tytan by the head back into the ring. With Glaw still keeping an eye on the ve-ry slow-ly retreating Firewoman, Davin grabs Tytan, and hits his REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER, right onto the belt. He tosses the belt out of the ring, and makes the pin. Glaw turns around, one...two...three!
WINNER in 29:31 – Davin Moreland
After the match, Firewoman comes back to retrieve her belt, and Davin opens the ropes for her. She comes into the ring, and the two raise arms and belts, as the truck monkeys play "Ladies and Gentlemen."
Post-match, Davin rolls deftly to his feet to the usual chorus of boos; and Davin takes the time to applaud himself. He goes over to the edge of the ring and calls for a microphone. Oh shit, here we go…
Davin: Gosh Tytan, that was a great sparring session. However, I’ll give you credit; at least you had the balls to come out here and face me…
Crowd: BOO~!
Davin: …yeah, I said it. All of your “heroes” have been conveniently absent in the last few weeks. They’re all “going in a different direction” in their tag teams or whatever. The TRUTH is, none of them wants a piece of the Greatest World Champion of all time; Me. Davin Moreland.
Crowd: BOO~!
Davin: I tell you what. I’m feeling pretty good after that nice little warmup. If any of you sorry motherfuckers back there want yourselves a little title shot; why don’t you come on out here and get yourself some. Free Title Shot everyone! Come on you pussies…
Davin is cut off by the PA and “There Can Be Only One” comes over the speakers. The crowd WANTS to boo, but they’re kind of shocked, so they make that half-and-half noise denoting their excitement by this turn of events, but it’s not a full-on cheer by any means. Davin stands in the ring with a big smirk on his face as Alexander Darling comes down the ramp. He’s got his OWN microphone (apparently the OOWF has sprung for a second one), and Davin gives him some mock applause as he makes his way into the ring. He’s not shying away, but he’s keeping a friendly distance.
Alexander: Will you stop being such a fucking moron and come to the back? You won. It’s over. Stop being such a dumbass before someone comes out here and takes you up on your offer and you get yourself hurt.
Davin: *does the Batista laugh-at-yourself thing* You’re pretty disappointing Alexander. I thought you had actually grown a set in the last five minutes and decided to get yourself a title shot. I guess I was wrong. I guess you’re just out here trying to make yourself relevant by riding my coattails…again.
Alexander: You really exist in your own little fantasy World, don’t you? I come out here to stop you from getting your ass kicked, and all you do is insult me. If it weren’t for my sisters; I’d have kicked your ass a long time ago.
With that, Davin smirks, and hauls off with a VICIOUS SLAP OF DISRESPECT!
Davin: Not on your best day. Stop hiding behind your sisters’ skirts, know your place, and get the FUCK out of my ring.
Alexander rubs his jaw, and it looks like he’s going to turn and walk away; to the overwhelming boos of the crowd. But at the last second, he unleashes a VICIOUS SLAP OF DISRESPECT OF HIS OWN! He gets right in Davin’s face after that.
Alexander: You ungrateful prick. I MADE you. And I can take you down too. So help me…if you don’t leave this ring right now…
Just then, the OOWF Theme comes over the PA to raucous cheers, and GM the Rick has a MIC (3 mics?!?!?), and is accompanied by Senior Referee Davis Hightower
GM the Rick: Listen you asshats. I’ve had just about enough of this happy-crappy. You’re both REALLY starting to sandify my vagina. So I tell you what. Normally I’m not a big fan of this Soap Opera shit, but Davin…you asked for it? You’ve got it my friend. Davis? Get on down to the ring. We’re gonna have ourselves a Title Match. Oh, and…go easy on the counting and stuff will ya? I’d love to see these two kill each other. And this match? Starts NOW! Ring the damn bell!
DAVIN MORELAND vs. ALEXANDER DARLING – OOWF World Heavyweight Title MatchThe bell rings and there is a serious murmur in the crowd over this one. Davin is STILL talking trash, and Alexander stays right in his face while he’s doing it. Finally, Alexander smirks, and hauls off with a HUGE RIGHT HAND. He caught Davin in the jaw, and the big man falls to a knee. Alexander UNLEASHES some WICKED KICKS to the back of the Champ’s head. 2, 3, 4 hard, stiff kicks and Davin is flat on his face. Darling tries for a quick cover, 1…2…thr…NO! Davin just does kick out, but he’s got the Shawn Michaels look about him. Davin tries to get up, but he falls on his face again, and Darling jumps across the ring and locks in a CROSSFACE!
Davin is SCREAMING in pain as Darling has it locked in perfectly. Davin is squirming around, trying anything he can think of to get out of his predicament. He finally is able to rock back and forth and finally roll all the way through back to the middle of the ring, but Darling HANGS ON! This gets the crowd PUMPED up, because it looks like Davin might actually tap for the first time in his career! Over the crowd, you can hear Davin screaming “NO” in response to Davis Hightower’s requests, as if he’s trying to talk himself into it. Finally, Davin is somehow able to muster enough strength to pull himself to his knees; but Darling is NOT letting go. Davin, in an inhuman display of strength gets to his feet with Darling hanging on him. Davin tries and HITS a modified Side Slam, but Darling STILL hangs on. That took a lot out of the Champ, and he looks about done, and it’s obvious he’s fading in and out of consciousness. So much so, that Hightower is about to do the three-arm-drop spot. The first time, the arm drops easily. It’s the same result with the second arm drop. Before Hightower can drop the arm for the third time, an animalistic guttural scream comes out of nowhere, and Davin rolls through again…this time all the way to the ropes, and he’s able to grab them. Abiding by GM the Rick’s edict, it’s a LONG 5-count, and even then Darling doesn’t want to let go, and Hightower has to physically break the hold himself. Darling tries to jump immediately back into the fray; but in good referee form, Hightower makes him back off across the ring first.
It appears the damage is done however, because Davin hasn’t moved since the hold was broken. Once released, Alexander charges across the ring. He pulls Davin into a SURFBOARD hold…MOTHERFUCKIN CURBSTOMP! Darling rolls the Champ over into a cover…1…2…thre…NO! He just got the shoulder up, and Alexander is IRATE. He starts yelling at Davis Hightower, to the point where Hightower has to point to his OOWF Logo on his shirt. Darling relents and turns back to his prey, as Davin hasn’t really moved again. He gets to a knee, but Darling, who has been dominating, gets behind him with a waistlock. He leverages that into a HUGE RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX which sends Davin all the way across the ring. Darling quickly goes over to cover again, and AGAIN gets a very long 2 count. Alexander is starting to talk to himself now, and grabs Davin’s legs…DARLING MONEY CLIP! They’re in the middle of the ring, and Davin’s got problems again!
Davin is SCREAMING in pain, and there is no sense of anything resembling remorse on Darling’s face. After another full minute, Davin is starting to fade again, and Hightower looks on with concern. Out of NOWHERE, Davin is able to bend himself, reach up, and BLATANTLY CHOKE Darling. This act of desperation proves to be a brilliant one, as Darling breaks the hold because Davin makes use of the whole 5-count. Alexander is forced to take a knee, and Davin rolls to the outside, calling a timeout for himself. Darling is back to his feet and spots Davin stumbling around on the outside. He hits the far ropes and goes for a TOPE CON HILO…and NOBODY’S HOME as the Champ saw it coming. Darling splats on the retaining wall, and it looks like maybe…just maybe…he might have a broken nose. Hightower, following directions well, has started the World’s slowest 10-count, and both men are down. They both get to their feet simultaneously at 2 (which is like 26 in a normal match), but it only appears that Alexander has his wits about him, despite the bloody nose. He charges Davin who doesn’t seem to be paying attention, until the last second when Davin hits a DROP TOE HOLD, and Darling SPLATS right into the STEEL STEPS, splaying them everywhere.
Davin was clearly playing a bit of possum (only a little bit though) and seems stronger than he did a second ago. He takes the top half of the stairs and throws them atop the laid out Darling. He walks over to Darling and pulls him up, and hits a DDT ON THE STEEL STEPS! Darling is now bleeding from a couple of places. Davin limps over to the McNabbian Announce Table and starts to pull out monitors. He’s got a look of pure evil on his face. Somewhere, Moosehead Jack is ROO. This won’t end well for Darling. Davin goes back to the prone Darling, and drags him by the hair to the top of the announce table. He pulls Alexander to his wobbly feet…REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! Hightower reaches 4 on the count.
Both men are down, and it’s not until 6 when Davin gets up. He pulls Darling up, and rolls him into the ring. He doesn’t cover, instead he heads to the top rope. Davin is breathing very heavily, which would indicate some rib damage, but he sizes up his prey, and takes off at HITS a PHOENIX SPLASH! That was just breathtaking! Davin lands on Alexander HARD, and ricochets across the ring as a result. Davin is slow to recover, but Darling hasn’t moved by the time Davin tries for a cover…1….2…thre…NO! DARLING KICKED OUT! The crowd got to their feet after that one, and Davin gets up and walks away to collect his thoughts. How did he kick out?!? As Davin is taking a siesta on the ropes, a collective roar comes up from the crowd as Drink and Destroy comes down the ramp. Stank’s leading the way, and he’s flanked by Spin, Lock and Mags. Davin sees them, and assumes a fighter’s stance waving them in the ring. Alexander DOESN’T see them coming, but just sees Davin facing away from him. ROLLUP! 1…2…NO! Davin barely kicked out again, and by now, D&D is in the ring. Hightower tries to cut them off, but DH Magnusson shoves him out of the way, and all the way to the floor.
Davin CHARGES Stank with HAYMAKERS and gets a couple of good shots in before Stank can retaliate. By now, however, Spin and DH have joined in on the fun, and have turned this into a beatdown. Suddenly out of nowhere, Alexander Darling comes in with a MISSLE DROPKICK that takes out Lock and Spin. Down the ramp…here comes Phantos and Lucios…The Division Killers! They even things up, and we’ve got a Pier 8 brawl…That is, until Poe and Tytan come down (together but separately) along with Fear Us, and it looks like LD is salivating. They hit the ring, and now it’s 8 on 4, and the Run DEA contingent is losing ground. Down the ramp comes Alexis and Samantha Darling along with Firewoman, and they’re carrying the Symbolic Baseball Bats! They come in and start swinging for the fences, and the odds are evened again! There’s a DROPKICK DEVICE from P&L on Stank and Capslock! There’s a Darling Driver Diamond Cutter on Poe! The resistance is beaten back, lead by teamwork of Run DEA, but most notably by Alexander Darling and Davin Moreland. Finally the ring is clear, and there is lots of shouting and insults from Run DEA. Somewhere in there, the bell rang.
WINNER in 19:41 by OUTSIDE INTERFERENCE…NO CONTEST!
Finally, we see Alexander and Davin exchange a look, and the camera fades to the OOWF logo.
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