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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:41:09 GMT -5
OOWF End of Days IV PPV Live! From Springfield, Missouri
OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u] Davin Moreland vs. LD Williams vs. Poe
OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u] Firewoman vs. Tyson Kincaid
OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u] Matte vs. DH Magnusson
OOWF World Tag Team Title vs. Career Match[/u] The Team From Down Under vs. Phantos & Lucios
OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match[/u] The Heroes Guild vs. IHOP
OOWF Invitational Finals[/u] Moosehead Jack vs. Stank
Alexander Darling vs. Eric O’Mac Thim Reynolds vs. Seamus McNasty Bryce Larson vs. Alexis Darling Chris Cole & FF Capslock vs. The Dead & Chris Evans Tytan vs. Damon Wrath
Card subject to andro testing
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:41:33 GMT -5
Steve Irbot: BEEP! Wild whomping wallabies! BEEP!!! You've got the dipsticks!
OBJ: I think you meant the measuring sticks?
GB: Maybe not, not that I'm telling you anything you don't already know.
*They exchange fist bumps*
OBJ; Right, I forgot they became jobbers to the stars.
GB: So they are the Young Stallions of today?
OBJ: Or anyone teaming with Bobby Eaton after the mid-90's.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:41:51 GMT -5
Chris Evans is sitting backstage and is obviously looking pretty pissed off.
Evans: I can't believe it. I had him and I blew it. Now I'm back to where I started, jerking the curtain, and on a fucking PPV of all things.
Evans is soon joined by a Sexy Female Journalist.
SFJ: Hey Lionheart, sorry about your loss tonight.
E: Hey, don't be. I gave it everything I had, and I know I had him beat. He just got a fluke win. I just don't know what to do.
SFJ: Well, you've got a tag match with The Dead. You seemed to work with him good last time.
E: Yeah, I know. Its just...that tournament showed me just how good I really am. I deserve more than this.
Female Voice: Well, you know, there is one option.
Evans looks up to see a familiar sight
E: Oh, hey Fire.
F: Look Cubheart, like you said, you showed in the Invitational what I've felt since I first saw you, you've got what it takes, and now I think you're just about ready.
E: You think so? *sigh* Look, I appreciate the offer, but I know what you guys are about. I'm not sure if I can....
F: Is it because you don't wanna turn on your fans? You know what? FUCK EM! You don't need them. You've got a lot of talent, and it'd be a waste to be stuck in mediocrity just because of them.
E: Yeah, I know. I just need some time.
F: Suit yourself.
*A few hours pass and Evans is seen standing in the hallway with the same SFJ*
SFJ: So Lionheart, have you made a decision?
E: I have.
Evans says this as he stands in front of a door. The door says Run DEA Locker Room and Suites, presented by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels
In the background, the fans are showing their disapproval, but Evans doesn't seem to care at this point.
E: If this is what it takes to make it, then I have no choice.
He knocks on the door
The door opens.
F: I knew you'd make the right choice.
Fade to black
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:42:09 GMT -5
[The Dead is roaming the halls, searching for his once again tag partner, Chris Evans. He sees Evans turning a corner.]
Dead: Hey kid, wait up.
[Evans doesn't hear him. The Dead picks up his pace to try and catch up with him, but as he rounds the corner he sees Evans entering a door. The Dead gets closer and sees that it's the Run DEA Locker Room and Suites, presented by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels.]
Dead: God damn kids...
[The Dead turns and walks away.]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:42:27 GMT -5
Firewoman gets her copy of the runsheet for the PPV. But she only skims it because she's on her Sprint Treos.
FW: No, the ribs are fine....scar is healing up nicely, it looks really cool.....what? That's not weird!.....Okay, maybe a little....yeah, DH has really helped my focus.........oh, whatever, you sound like Alexander........wow, you kiss your mother with that mouth......Oops...sorry, no it was just a saying!........I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking..... (looks at runsheet for first time)....Oh, what the fuck?.....no, not that....they have me defending against Tyson at the PPV....no, no, I'll take care of it, Chris.
She hangs up and heads for the offices, and doesn't stop to knock.
GMtR: Great, here to pay your fines?
FW: Bill me. But I'm not paying anything. You need to change the runsheet. I told you I wasn't getting in the ring with him without medical--
GMtR: Without medical clearance, I know. I was there. I heard you. The people three counties over heard you. Kincaid will be meeting with a neutral physician before the PPV.
FW: Not Aspen.
GMtR: No, not Aspen, although it's interesting that he was good enough to clear you after your most recent hospital stay.
FW: That's different, I'm not passing out in the ring.
GMtR: I never thought you'd be afraid to get hurt.
FW: In the context of a match? Hell, no, I don't care. Bring it on. Broken ribs and punctured lungs are an occupational hazard.
GMtR: How is this different?
FW: Because, in the context of the agreed upon flow of the match by everyone involved, people can be ready, even though accidents still happen. When one person can't hold up their end of the--
Kayfabe comes in and whaps Firewoman upside the head with a baseball bat. She falls over, and then gets back up.
FW: I mean....It just IS different. Geez, lady, shouldn't you be in Connecticut? They're having HUGE Kayfabe issues there right about now.
Kayfabe checks her Blackberry, and her eyes grow wide
KB: Holy crap, you're right....
FW: Okay, now that she's gone, my point is--
GMtR: I have heard your point over and over again, and he'll be cleared.
FW: He better be, Rick. If he's not, I'll take matters into my own hands. Which, now that I think about it, would totally sparkle with me.
GMtR: Well, here's something that isn't going to sparkle with you. You're grounded. No time off to go to garages in Jersey or whatever. You can't make it to the arena on time, or to any fan events, then you're getting straight on the bus to the next city. You should probably get packing.
FW: What? For how long?
GMtR: For until I say so.
FW: Fine.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:42:48 GMT -5
*The Darlings and Davin Moreland are EATING~! dinner at Haruno's in Springfield, MO after just having arrived in town*
LD: Been a while since we did this.
AD: Yeah, but of course, now we're in a cow pasture instead of on the water.
SD: Now you know why I didn't order the sushi.
DM: *mouth full* ...bunch of spoiled fucks.
SD: Well, of course, dear, we're Darlings after all.
DM: How can Davin Moreland forget? *Samantha delivers her trademark right hook to Davin's shoulder* OW!
LD: ANYWAYS...how long have you been holding off on that title shot?
DM: *sips off his beer* Man...Davin Moreland doesn't dunno...Davin Moreland almost used it for the trios titles last week.
AD: I didn't even know you had it. Jerk.
DM: Fuck, Davin Moreland forgot Davin Moreland had it for a while.
LD: Some shrewd negotiating on that severance agreement.
DM: Davin Moreland had GM the Weak over a barrel. Davin Moreland had the board in Davin Moreland's pocket. Davin Moreland could basically dictate terms to GM the Weak, because GM the Weak was so desperate to get Davin Moreland out of the GM's office. Ungrateful bastard.
SD: Still, at that time; it's amazing you were able to think right, even.
DM: Davin Moreland is not a stupid man. Davin Moreland is not an ignoramus. Davin Moreland is not a Vocational High School Dropout. No, instead, Davin Moreland is a genius. Davin Moreland should apply to MENSA. Davin Moreland is usually two steps ahead of the competition. That's why Davin Moreland has this again *pats his belt*.
AD: I have to admit, I'm impressed. I mean, it's one thing to get the title shot. It's another thing entirely to go in against LD Williams and Poe and WIN the match.
DM: *clears his throat* Davin Moreland is something that LD Williams and Poe the Kid-Toucher are not. In fact, Microplay is not. Niles Anderson is not. Hardbody Harris is not. Moosehead Jack is not. Traitormask is not. "The Lower Midcard" Chris Cole is not. Eric O'Mac is not. Legendary LD Williams is not. And the Formerly Great Stank is definitely not. Davin Moreland is a 3-Time World Heavyweight Champion. This makes Davin Moreland by definition the single Greatest Wrestler in the HISTORY of the OOWF, and Davin Moreland will heretofore be known as such throughout all time and space. When Davin Moreland says Davin Moreland is the Greatest of All Time; Davin Moreland is indisputably telling the God's Honest Truth.
SD: Can't argue with that, honey.
LD: What about this week. You're coming off the short week, and you're in another 3-way match. And this one's a straight match.
DM: Davin Moreland cares little for stipulations. Davin Moreland brought honor and dignity never before seen to the Onslaught Belt by defending exclusively in "I Quit" matches, and holding that belt longer than anyone else, ever. Davin Moreland laughs at stips. Davin Moreland doesn't need stips to do Davin Moreland's job. Davin Moreland is the Greatest Wrestler of All Time. Why does Davin Moreland need stips? If anything, Legendary LD Williams and Poe the Kid-Toucher had better pray that GM the Weak throws some stips in that match to potentially level the playing field. It's not fair that Davin Moreland is in that match. Davin Moreland is the Greatest of All Time. Davin Moreland alone is like a 3-on-2 Handicap Match were Davin Moreland a mortal man. Davin Moreland is not a mortal man. That much is clear. Davin Moreland is the Greatest of All-Time, and will be remembered as such.
AD: Did you see Phantos and Lucios are in a "Loser Leaves Town" match this week?
DM: *spit take on his beer* Wait...WHAT?
AD: Yeah. I don't know the story behind it.
DM: Against WHO?
LD: Team from Down Under. You really didn't see it?
DM: NO I really didn't see it. We gotta go. I gotta talk to them. C'mon Sam.
*He grabs Samantha by the hand and literally runs out of there.*
AD: Don't worry, asshole, we'll get the check.
LD: It's the least you can do. I can't believe he didn't know.
AD: Me either. You'd think they'd tell HIM of all people.
*fade*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:43:06 GMT -5
(Tytan and the rest of Ultimo Inc. watch as Chris Evans heads toward the Run DEA locker room.)
Tytan: Damn and I thought our warnings were going to be enough.
Biggs: Maybe the kid had a thicker head then we thought.
Steele: Now, he'll just become their lackey, and they will find away to screw the potential that the kid has.
Biggs: To bad.
Tytan: The nature of the business.
Lola: Now onto bigger things...the PPV?
Tytan: Not really stuck fighting Wrath.
Biggs: That's going to do nothing for business.
Steele:Might as well keep talking about Chris Evans, at least he has some potential.
Lola: Tytan. Remember you are still the Money in the Bank winner.
(Everyone realizes that Lola made an awesome point.)
Tytan: Steele, no wonder you wanted her on board.
Steele: The lady does have a point....Ultimo Inc. it's time we head to the conference room.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:43:29 GMT -5
FFC - I CAN'T believe you DITCHED me!
*Stank takes a sip of his beer then wipes his mouth.*
Stank - What are you talking about?
FFC - You ditched me to go have a drink with your opponent. I thought you wanted to be in one of MY promos?
Stank - I do... and I DIDN'T ditch you to have a drink with Chris "gracious in defeat" Evans.
FFC - YES you- wait Evans wasn't graci-
Stank - I know Lock. Hence the sarcastic tone. The kid is so delusional he even credited Skurge in his bio with the "Fluke" win last night. He'll fit right in with Run DEA. At least Davin acknowledges I was OOWF Champion-
FFC - Waitwaitwait! THIS promo isn't about YOU! You were supposed to come with me before Mayhem to be in one of my promos!
Stank - I DID go with you! We drove for about a mile outside the arena and parked near an abandoned building. Then you got this far-away look in your eyes and started mumbling something about finding "it" whatever "it" is. I couldn't get your attention so I got out the truck, walked across the street to the local bar and ordered a drink.
FFC - You mean you LEFT me there in the truck!
Stank - What else was I supposed to do? Sit there and listen to you babble? I figured you'd gone off the deep end... wouldn't be the first time. I decided to let you sit there and work out whatever was going on in your head.
FFC - Why don't I remember any of this?
Stank - What do you remember?
FFC - We drove out. I got out the truck and saw you drinking with Evans. I got pissed off then left and... and... ...?
Stank -
FFC - Then I walked in here and started yelling at you.
Stank - Wait. You don't remember us driving back. You giving me the silent treatment... your match with The Dead?
FFC - I had a match with The Dead?
Stank - Yeah... you lost.
FFC - I FUCKING LOST!!??
Stank - Lock... are you... feeling okay?
FFC - I... I'll talk to you later, buddy. I need to go clear my head.
Stank - Try not to kill any wild animals while you're away.
FFC - Ha. Ha. Very funny.
*As FF Capslock walks away Jenna Fischer walks in with a microphone.*
Stank - Jenna! I thought your contract expired and you were back to taping The Office.
JF - What can I say? I need the money and Rick is willing to pay.
Stank - Yeah but... we only really needed you for that Office promo we did a while back... this seems to be a waste of your talent.
JF - No I enjoy this. And I think Rick has a crush on me.
Stank - Fair enough... I guess you want to ask me about End of Days IV.
JF - Okay... well... The eschatological writings in the three Abrahamic religions and in doomsday scenarios in various other non-Abrahamic religions, are often depicted as a time of tribulation that precedes the appearance or return of the Messiah, a person who will usher in the Kingdom of God and bring an end to suffering and evil.
Stank -
JF - In Judaism, End Times are usually called The End of Days, a phrase that appears several times in the Tanakh. Though the idea of a messianic age has a prominent place in Jewish thought, it is not a pre-ordained event but rather brought about by religious observance and good deeds.
Stank - ...uh.
JF - In other writings, one of the sages of the Talmud says "Let the end of days come, but may I not live to see them", because they will be filled with so much conflict and suffering."
Stank -
JF - Conflict and suffering... those two words, for years in the OOWF, have most often been associated with one man... your opponent... Moosehead Jack.
Stank - Oh... so all that preamble was your way of framing a question about Moosehead Jack... nice.
JF - Did you like how I tied it into the name of the Pay Per View?
Stank - I did, yes... I think I might love you.
JF - *Blushes* Thanks. So my question to you... In the "Principle of Creation," God's ideal for our world was presented. There it was explained that God originally created man to see His own nature expressed in a tangible, visible being, with whom He could share a give and take of love. He thus created men and women who were intended to grow to perfection, form families and establish with God and each other the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth. Well... we don’t have to look very far to realize that this ideal has not been realized. Just in the OOWF alone, we are coming off what was perhaps the most violent time in this company's history illustrated by the war. That was just a dramatic reminder of how far we are from anything resembling a truly human society.
Stank - I'm sorry Jenna. I didn't hear a question.
*Jenna Fischer raises one finger and flashes a smile, imploring Stank to listen.*
JF - Over the last few months Moosehead Jack seems to have attained a self awareness which concludes him to believe he has lost the fear of his fellow combatants in the OOWF. It's as if he has plucked fruit from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, and finds himself now exposed. He cloaks himself in conflict and suffering in an effort to hide his nakedness. A curious reaction given that other individuals in a similar state would interpret their self-awareness as a loss of innocence rather than that of "fear" from others.
Stank - Jenna I...
JF - You now face Moosehead Jack who is driven by this self awareness... my question is twofold. First, what drives you, and second, do you think it will be enough to overcome the profound nature of Moosehead Jack's plight?
*Miss Fischer holds the mic by Stank's face. The cameras are rolling. Stank is silent for a few moments before he responds.*
Stank - Beyond our upcoming match, there are far too many sufferings of individuals in the OOWF that have little to do with Moosehead Jack, much to his displeasure I'm sure. Many suffer from conflict where there should be harmony and from resentment where we want there to be... well honor and, yes respect. As individuals, we often find ourselves struggling against ourselves, torn by inner conflict. Most of us can identify with the apostle Paul’s lament "I can will what is right but I cannot do it. For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I do." Or even with the embattled comic strip character Pogo’s discovery "I have found the enemy -- and he is us!" It is no wonder that most religious scriptures contend that there is an infinite gulf between God and men.
But you know what... that's not really for me to interpret. Hell we all live in a state of sin and Moosehead Jack may indeed be driven by inner conflict as you suggest Jenna. Maybe somewhere down deep inside he thinks his enemy really is himself. Maybe he goes around smashing people with barbed-wire baseball bats and cheapshotting others with steel chairs because he's projecting this inner turmoil... I could really care less however because the only enemy he needs to be worried about now is not himself... but me.
Jack. Outside that ring you and I can drink together, talk, laugh, whatever and it's all good... but inside that ring... I am your enemy. You want to know what drives me Jenna? I want to win.
It's that simple.
I don't care whether you fear me or not, love me or hate me. Every time I step in that ring I want to win. And more often than not... I have. At End of Days IV I expect no other result than my winning. You want to match wills with me... I've got the will. I've got the passion. And it's more than a match than anything Moose has got. You want to shed blood? I'm not afraid of blood. You want to instill fear? I don't scare easily. You want violence, you want conflict, you want suffering? I will return it in kind. Jack you may not realize this but you and I... we are a lot alike. We're proud men who need to show this company why we are WHO we are... and why if you fuck with us... you get hurt. This match to me is about domination. And no one dominates that ring like I do. Only one of us can win.
I aim to make damn sure... that someone is me.
So at End of Days IV... Moose, my friend... know this... I am Drink and Destroy and you...
are fucked.
<Fade>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:43:51 GMT -5
Poe is seated on the couch in his locker room, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands laced in front of him. His trademark bloody towel is on his head, covering his face. Selena is seated sideways on the couch next to Poe, looking at him and humming.
Poe: Davin Moreland, Wednesday, you stuck your nose in to my business and took what is rightfully mine. And now, Sunday, me, you, and LD Williams will do battle once again.
SG: *sings softly* Sunday…bloody Sunday…
Poe: Davin Moreland, it is fitting we will do battle in the state of Misery, for now you will feel pain like you never have. I will beat you until you beg me for mercy, but there will be none. You will bleed and ache like you never could have imagined. You will beg to be put down like the washed up horse's ass you are.
SG: *sings softly* Sunday…bloody Sunday…
Poe: You have been a thorn in my side for too long. Your championship reign will be so short you will be a mockery in the annals of this sport. So enjoy it, for it will not last. Until then...*smiles* break a leg.
SG: *sings softly* Sunday…bloody Sunday…
Poe: LD Williams…may the best man win.
SG: *sings softly* Sunday…bloody Sunday…
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:44:11 GMT -5
<we cut to the back where Moose is sitting in a darkened room, we have been there before. There is a long pause before Moose says a word to let the silence sink in>
You know, I have seen this tournament as a rebirth for Moosehead Jack. I have been baptized in the blood of my foes. I have have turned my eyes to the heavens as the screams of my victims echoed in my ears. This tournament has been my way of re-establishing myself as someone to be feared in the OOWF.
Now, so far, most of my opponents have been easily intimidated or new to the OOWF. They may have heard the rumors. They have heard the stories. They may not have been sure what to expect. But Stank, you are different.
I am not going to tell you it is going to be a bloody, violent war. You know that. We have been down that road before. I am not going to tell you I won't attack you before the match and leave you lying in a pool of blood. We have been down that road before as well.
Stank, it is clear this tournament means different things to us. Now that Davin Moreland has the title again, I know you are obsessed with getting revenge. I know there is nothing you want more than to beat Davin and take that title from him. Your whole motivation for this is glory.
Me, on the other hand? I don't care about the title. I don't care about the glory. I care about one thing, and one thing only, making you and everyone else that steps in the ring with me suffer. So Stank, you know what is going to happen in that ring in three days. You know what to expect. I want you to ask yourself this though, just how far will you go for that glory? I saw your matches with Davin. I know what you can do. I know the depths you will go to inflict pain. I want you to think about how you felt after those matches. The constant pain. The nagging pain that lasted for months. The fractures that didn't quite heal right because you couldn't stay away. Now, I want you to ask yourself if you are willing to go even further, because that is what it will take to beat me. You see this tournament as an opportunity to reclaim glory, to reclaim a title. I see this tournament as an opportunity to reclaim a reputation, to reclaim my position as the most feared man in the OOWF.
Are you willing to risk everything? If you are not, you will become another victim, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.
Trust me
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:44:34 GMT -5
Fade in as Bryce Larson is WALKING~! past a Sexy In An Anne Hathaway Sort Of Way Female Journalist while TALKING~! on his cell phone. He tries to ignore her...but she IS a journalist!
SIAAHSOWFJ: Bryce. Bryce Larson!
Larson walks by, talking on his cell phone.
BL: ...... I think it's all a misunderstanding ...... we can make it right ......
The SIAAHSOWFJ persists, finally getting his attention.
SIAAHSOWFJ: Bryce Larson!
BL: [Still into his phone] ...... Listen, let's talk later. I have a Sexy In An Anne Hathaway Sort Of Way Female Journalist trying to talk to me ...... Okay, thanks Mary Jane. [Hangs up phone.] What is it? I'm pretty rushed right now.
SIAAHSOWFJ: I wanted to get your comments about your victory over Alexander Darling. Is it a tainted win?
BL: Should the match have been stopped there? No. Not in my opinion. But a few more elbows and victory was mine anyway. A win is a win, and a win over Alexander Darling is a big win, so I'll take it.
SIAAHSOWFJ: But what about the fact that he claims he was ready to get out?
BL: Maybe he was, I don't know. The match got called. Alex and I will wrestle again, and I'll have some elbows ready for him!
SIAAHSOWFJ: Now you have his sister Alexis at the End of Days pay-per-view...
BL: Yeah, I could get used to beating Darlings, you know? Alexis...Lexie...you just better hope they call the match early like they did to your brother, because these elbows? These elbows are lethal!
SIAAHSOWFJ: Now, I hadn't planned to bring this up, but when I ran into you...were you talking to Mary Jane, the Hooters girl that Nayr wants to have relations with?
BL: Damn right.
SIAAHSOWFJ: Well, what do you have to say for yourself?
BL: What does it matter? You, Nayr, and everyone else will think whatever you want to think, regardless of what I say. So I have nothing to say for myself in this case.
SIAAHSOWFJ: Well okay then. Now Bryce--
Bryce's cell phone rings.
BL: [Answering and talking into phone] Yeah? ...... Well here's a question for you Gryfon. Why the hell are you calling me? [To the SIAAHSOWFJ] Sorry, interview's over.
Fade out as we don't catch any more of the phone conversation.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:45:00 GMT -5
*Still at Haruno’s*
Alexander and Alexis Darling are still at the restaurant that they shared dinner with Samantha and Davin earlier, but have moved to a private room in the back where they are sharing a bottle of Saki. Both keep throwing glances towards the door as if they are waiting for someone.
Alexander: Are you sure he’s coming?
Alexis: He told me he was.
Alexander: And he’d never lie to you, right?
Alexis: Goddamn it Alex. We’ve been over this. Whatever was, is, could be isn’t now, so just drop it. It’s over now and you were okay with this decision. It’s not like I had to twist your arm at all.
Alexander: No, I know that. It’s just…why should we believe each other after everything that we’ve done and said?
New Voice: Because I’m leaving right after the PPV and there’s no need to play games anymore.
The camera pans around and we all see Eric O’Mac standing behind Alexander. He takes a deep breath and begins to get out of the chair. Alexis is about to stop him when he puts his hand up and stops her. Alexander turns around slowly and stands eye-to-eye with Eric. The situation seems really tense and that the slightest wrong move could set either guy off. Alexis seems concerned. It takes a good long while before Alexander steps to the side.
Alexander: Why don’t you take a seat?
Eric nods and begins to walk around the table, but he stops where Alexis is sitting and reaches down and grabs her hand before laying a kiss on it.
Eric: Always a pleasure, Lexie.
Alexander rolls his eyes and takes another deep breath as pulls his chair back out and takes his seat. He picks up his glass of what looks like Cognac and he makes a motion to someone behind Eric and within seconds a glass is placed in front of Eric as well.
Alexander: I have to say Eric, I’m a little surprised you showed up.
Eric: And why is that?
Alexander: Considering our history, what makes you so sure that I’m not just waiting for the right moment to have Davin or DH or Fire slam you in the back of the head with their weapon of choice.
Eric: Truthfully Alex, ask me if I give a fuck. My OOWF career for all intents and purposes is over come Sunday night. I’m tired of the bullshit that I see happening day in and day out around here. I remember when people around here actually came up with their own ideas instead of stealing them.
Alexander: That’s all well and good, but what I remember is when people set-up an epic storyline, they follow through on it.
Both Eric and Alexander turn towards the entrance awaiting the arrival of Kayfabe.
Alexis: Don’t worry about anyone showing up. Kayfabe heard a rumor that WWE was acknowledging the marriage of HHH and Steph, so Continuity called and it’s a big clusterfuck. Anyway, you guys won’t be interrupted.
Eric: Right, well things change Alex. You know that as well as I do. Priorities change and expectations go awry. This company isn’t what I signed up for and it’s better that I get out now before it breaks me.
Alexander: How do I know you aren’t just afraid that I’d be the one to break you?
Eric: You may have or you may not have. That’s not what this is about. Look, my decision has been made so let’s get down to business.
Alexander: Fair enough. First of all, you need to understand that this doesn’t change anything. Everything that’s happened has happened and this won’t make it all go away. But, we’ve put on some showcase matches in the past.
Eric: Damn right we have. So, what do you have in mind?
Alexander turns to Alexis as she slides over a contract to both of the guys at the table. Eric takes a few minutes looking over everything and he nods as he reads a few things. He turns towards Alexis,
Eric: A pen, if you will.
Alexis hands over a pen and Eric quickly signs his name to the bottom of the last page.
Alexander: Nothing at all you want to change?
Eric: We’ve been through contract signing before Alex. But, how do we know you can get this past that fucking moron who runs the company.
Alexander: I’m not.
Eric: I’m confused then, what am I signing up for?
Alexander: Oh, you’re signing exactly what you think you are. But I’m not going to bring this Rick. We are. And for a change, he’s going to listen to what someone has to say.
Eric: It is always fun doing business with you Darlings.
Quite a bit of time passes and a few of the locals have joined the Darlings and Eric as they partake in some more beverages. It gets to be that time though and Eric starts to head out when Alexis grabs him arm and spins him around.
Alexis: So, you’re leaving?
Eric: It’s getting late and I have some early morning meetings before I said I’d be at the arena.
Alexis: That’s not what I mean.
Eric: Oh, you mean. Yea, I am. It’s that time Alexis. I’ve done all I want to do for now.
Alexis: Will you come back?
Eric: In this business, you can never say never. I’ll see you tomorrow.
Alexis: You know that if you do decide to…
Eric: Yea…
The next day
GMtR is sitting behind his desk reading a magazine when the door slams open.
GMtR: Oh who the fuck?
Rick looks up and notices Alexander Darling, Alexis Darling, and Eric O’Mac standing there.
Don’t tell me you three have gotten back together.
Alexis: As much as you’d hate that, which means we’d all enjoy it, no that’s not the case. Rick, it’s obvious you don’t like anyone in this room right now and we really don’t care. Eric’s already given his notice that Sunday is his last match. So we’re proposing that you let him get a head start on the traffic and have Eric and Alexander open the show.
GMtR: I’m so sorry Alexis. But Eric and Alex, for as much as I don’t care for them personally are a bit higher on the card than opening matches.
Alexis: I was trying to be nice Rick. Let’s try it another way; I wasn’t asking you. It’d be in your best interests to have Alex and Eric open End of Days IV.
GMtR: And who the fuck do you think you are? Remember you haven’t spread your legs…
Both Eric and Alexander start towards Rick when Alexis’ arms shoot up and hold both of them back.
That’s cute Lexie. Can you make them roll over together too?
Alexis walks to the desk and leans down so she’s eye-to-eye with Rick.
Alexis: Just this once, I’m going to ignore you and make this very simple for you. Eric may be leaving Sunday no matter what, but Alex and I…we’re not going anywhere. We’re not asking for the world here Rick, just some simple requests from someone who’s busted his ass from day one of the OOWF and from someone who’s been one of your biggest stars over the last year and helped to save your fucking job.
GMtR: If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times, no one is getting any special treatment for what happened last year. And that includes you and your brother. Now if you could be on your way.
Alexis: Ricky, I was really hoping it wouldn’t come to this. If you don’t make this match happen the way we are telling you it will happen, you have my personal fucking guarantee that I will not sleep until I make you regret every single thing you’ve ever done in your horrible, pathetic excuse of a life. And before you make another snide comment, look me in my fucking eyes and tell me I won’t follow through on it.
Rick looks like he’s about to do exactly what Alexis predicted and make a snide comment when something stops him and you can see the briefest flash of terror on his face.
GMtR: What exactly am I agreeing to?
Alexis: As I said, opening match. And it’s going to best 2 out of 3 falls. One stipulation picked by Eric, one stipulation picked by Alexander, and one stipulation mutually agreed upon.
Eric: The first fall of the match with be a 30-minute TRUE Onslaught Rules match.
Alexander: The second fall will be a 45-minute “I Quit” match. And it must be said out loud. No tapping. No gimmicked announcements. A true “I Quit” match.
GMtR: So far this is acceptable even if I don’t like the placement. What happens if they’re tied after the first two falls.
Alexis: Rick, whether or not you will ever admit or any of the other boys in the back want to admit, you’re losing one of the best wrestlers in the world this Sunday. If you’re bullshit politics continues, it won’t be long before another one leaves as well. So, when you have two of the best wrestlers in the world, who are tired of all the games and just want to show the world what they’re capable of, where else can you go…but IRON MAN. 60 Minutes. Anything goes.
GMtR: Are you fucking kidding me? You want the first match on a PPV to last well over an hour and a half?
Alexis: Rick, it will go down in history as the greatest opening match in the history of wrestling and you can say it happened under your watch. Just sign off on it.
GMtR: Fine, whatever. Just get out now, I’m tried of dealing with you. And Eric…good fucking riddance.
Eric is about to leap at Rick when Alexander grabs him on the shoulder and turns him towards the door.
Alexander: He’s not worth it.
Eric: So, one last time. Do you think we can top all of the previous matches?
Alexander: What do you think? Really?
Nothing else needs to be said. Eric and Alex go eye-to-eye and the stare down commences.
Eric: Sunday.
Alexander: Sunday.
Eric and Alex bump fists before turning in opposite directions just as Lexie walks out of the office and looks up and down both hallways. She sighs.
**Fade**
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:45:32 GMT -5
(Meanwhile, in the Heroes' Guild locker room, we see Gryfon closing up his cellphone) Damon Wrath: And? CTG: Citizen Bryce still refuses to show allegiance. His work against Alexander Darling was commendable but his recklessness cost him. Nayr: Are you SURE you'd want him here with us? CTG: Temper notwithstanding, Citizen Paladin, he will need allies. Rare is the newcomer who stands on his own when arriving in this league. All of us at one time have had close allies- You with your partner Fly as the Halfrican Americans, I with Firechild at times.... Blitz: what about Moose? CTG: An alliance he wished for and got through nefarious means. He and I have no further interests. What of you, Citizen Blitz? You worked with Voltage early on. DW: I didn't need anyone..... CTG: (looking up to him) indeed. but some of us are not so gifted and some of us forget the truth strength in numbers. But in order to have a proper Team of heroes. we must continue to seek one last ally. Nayr: Still can't believe you gave Darlingman a shot. CTG: all villains deserve their opportunities. Even Moosehead Jack has soft spots, but they are small and difficult to find. Blitz: so what next? CTG: we have a pay-per-view to focus upon. DW: It's only IHOP.... CTG: regardless, they are opponents that we must focus on. I have the videos Nayr: I'll get the popcorn and the Mountain Dew LivewireDW: (rolls eyes and gets a chair to sit in) CTG: okay..... (loads up the first DVD) DW: The hell?? CTG: right.... um..... let's see..... (sorts through unlabeled DVDs) (fade...mercifully, to black)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:45:55 GMT -5
(Tytan is walking to the gym playing back his messages on his cell phone.)
Voicemail: ...oh yeah and Tytan sucks!
Tytan: Damn Firewoman.
(Tytan begins to Text a message back to her.)
Tytan: Soon the flame will be extinguished!
(Sends it. And seconds later.)
TM: You wish!
(Tytan still closer to the gym can't get over the fact that he is trash talking via Text Messages.)
Tytan: Your Ultimo Ending is coming!
(Sends it. And gets a response as he is walking into the gym.)
TM: Just remember, angel of death was your idea.
(Tytan smiles and walks in to the gym.)
(FADE)
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:46:42 GMT -5
Chris Evans is seen coming out to the Run DEA Locker Room and Suites, presented by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels. He doesn’t see The Dead, who is right behind him.
Dead: Hey asshole! What the fuck are you doing?!
Evans turns around with an annoyed look on his face.
Evans: Okay, for your sake, you better not be talking to me like that
D: So what if I am? What are you gonna do, you gonna get your little DEA butt buddies to come after me? And what was that thing about Stank winning being a fluke?
E: Okay, as far as Stank is concerned, okay maybe I overreacted. Okay, fine, I did overreact. Its not exactly a fluke loss when a former OOWF champion pins you. Granted I did have him beat and he just happened to get lucky and counter my rollup. Doesn’t mean I don’t respect the fact that he gave me one hell of a match before that happened, which I was expecting from a talent like the leader of Drink & Destroy.
Also, let’s get three things straight, alright? Numero Uno, I’m not in Run DEA, I was just visiting the locker room. Also, whatever I decide to do with Run DEA is my decision and mine alone, so stay out of it, alright. Second, I’m not gonna have Run DEA do anything to you. You’re my partner this week so I can’t afford to have anything happen to you. And even if I did want to, there’s the little matter of number 3.
D: Which is?
Evans puts on a cocky smirk.
E: I don’t need Run DEA’s help to deal with the likes of you.
At this point, The Dead looks like he about to explode.
D: Excuse me, what was that? You wanna say that again to my face, you little bitch?
E: Oh you heard me.
D: Look kid, I think your little lucky streak in the Invitational has gone to your head.
E: Oh I gotta disagree. Luck had nothing to do with it. If anything, that Invitational proved to me without a shadow of a doubt that I am the future of this business.
D: Please don’t say things like that kid. I have enough problems sleeping at night.
E: Yeah whatever. I’m leaving now. *while walking away* At least I didn’t get eliminated in the first round by a fucking tag-team wrestler.
At this point, The Dead can’t take anymore and rushes Evans. He tosses Evans into the wall and starts wailing on him. Evans pushes him off and The Dead goes for another rush, which Evans counters with a low-blow. The Dead doubles over in pain and Evans takes advantage of the situation and nails him with his Olympic Strike. At this point, The Dead is struggling to get to his feet, unaware of where he is. Evans then turns him around and kills him (no pun intended) with a Codebreaker. And then, wait what’s this? He grabs The Dead’s arm and locks on a Gogoplata! My God, this must be the combination move he was mentioning a few days ago. His latest submission finisher, The Jericho Special.
The Dead struggles to break free but cannot.
D *struggling and breathing heavily* Fuck you kid! Why…why are you…. What are you doing siding with them?!
E: I'm not siding with them. I'm doing this because you disrespected me, and right I’m showing this whole fucking company…just exactly…what it is…I’m capable of…when disrespected!
With every space in between his words, Evans cinches on the Gogoplata even tighter, until The Dead passes out. Referees and security come out to break it up.
The members of Run DEA look outside of their locker room to what the commotion was all about. They see Evans standing over his unconscious partner, who is bleeding from the mouth and is being treated by the OOWF medics.
Evans now has a worried look on his face.
E: Ah shit, I did I overdid it. Now who am I gonna get to team with me at the PPV?
Evans turns around and sees Run DEA.
Alexander: Okay, now THAT was pretty impressive kid. Looks like you may have picked a winner here Fire.
OGM SJ: Alright, not bad, dickhead.
E: Uh thanks. I’ll take that as a compliment, I think.
A: So what do you think, is the kid ready for the next phase?
Firewoman: Oh yeah, he’s ready.
*fade to black*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:47:03 GMT -5
Firewoman is working out on the heavy bag, when Tyson Kincaid joins her.
TK: What? Not at an undisclosed location with DH, or whoever your latest boy toy is.
FW: DH Magnusson is many things. Boy toy, he is not. And that's not even the right use of that term. Aren't you here a bit early?
TK: I could say the same for you. Oh that's wait. You were actually grounded, like some teenager.
FW: You know what? Keep your snarky comments to yourself. I've heard it all before. "I'm going to ruin your career." "I'm going to take your belt." It's getting so boring. Besides, you're not going to be allowed to compete anyway. You haven't seen any doctors like Rick ordered, so I win by default.
She smiles smugly and keeps punching away.
TK: So that's it. Months of antagonism, after years of denial--
FW: You're talking about yourself there. I was never ever in denial.
TK: --and you really think it's going to be over because of some random medical decision?
FW: Random? Really? You're pale and sweaty now, and you've barely raised your voice. You couldn't last fifteen minutes in the ring with me.
TK: I can outlast you anytime, anywhere--
FW: That'd be something new.
TK: (no selling that comment) Those ribs of yours I broke aren't totally healed yet. You know it, and I know it.
FW: Yeah? How 'bout an hour?
Firewoman stops her punching and comes face to face with Tyson
TK: What do you mean.
FW: I mean for the belt, genius. One hour. I bet you can't even come close to pinning me in an hour.
TK: That would be a new record for you, waiting an hour...
FW: Deal or no deal? I mean, assuming you're allowed.
TK: ....
FW: I'm betting this championship that you'll pass out after 10 minutes.
TK: .....
FW: What's it gonna be, Sunshine? Now's your chance. Lance can finally get the RIGHT answer as to which one of us is better.
TK: ....
FW: Fine. Don't do it.
Firewoman goes back to punching the heavy bag, while Tyson appears to be weighing his options.
TK: I'll do it.
FW: What's that, Sunshine? I don't think I heard you.
TK: I'll do it. I'll go see Rick now, and make it happen.
She stops again and turns towards him
FW: Excellent. You know, maybe that'll make it an early night for me, and I can go celebrate Phantos and Lucios' return to tag team gold with them. But you know, maybe I'll just drag it out, and pin you at 59 minutes so you never EVER underestimate me again.
TK: You would, too.
FW: Damn straight, I would. That would totally sparkle with me.
She goes back to punching. Kincaid looks like he wants to say something else, but instead leaves and heads towards Rick's office.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:47:22 GMT -5
**SFJ#47 approaches L.D. Williams, who is once again alone at a table in the back corner of the Destroyitarium.**
SFJ#47: “L.D., do have any comment on losing the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship to Davin Moreland at Midweek Mayhem, even though Davin was not scheduled to be in the match?”
LDW: “The only thing I have to say to Davin Moreland is...congratulations. Davin saw an opportunity and he took it. It's exactly what I would have done, and I have no problem with it. I wonder if he'll feel the same way on Sunday when I take the title back.”
SFJ#47: “And what about Poe, your other opponent in the match?”
LDW: “Poe and I are both looking forward to finding out which of us is the better man, but that dance will have to wait for another time. Sunday, the only thing that matters, to me and to Poe, is defeating Davin Moreland. One way or another, Davin's not walking out with the title. To quote a friend, Trust Me. ”
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:47:47 GMT -5
Fade in as Bryce Larson, Hightower, Alexander Darling and Alexis Darling all arrive at GM The Rick's office door at the same time.
Alex: What the hell are you doing here?
Bryce: Funny, I was going to ask you the same question. And you had to bring her?
Alexis: GM The Rick invited me, thank you very much.
Bryce: Huh...me too.
Hightower: Yeah, me too.
Alex: Really? He invited me as well.
The Rick opens the office door and instructs all four to come in.
GMTR: The reason you're all here is the result of the last MidWeek Mayhem match between Bryce Larson and Alexander Darling. Hightower, you called the match after two elbows?
Hightower: Yeah, I know. I've never encountered that move in a match before, and I was scared for Alexander's safety.
Alex: What? I could have gotten out! That's bullsh--
Bryce: Give it up dude, that match was over. Yeah, he called it early, but you weren't going anywhere. No one goes any--
Alex: Shut up. You have no idea the counter I could have hit.
GMTR: Gentlemen. Let's face it, Hightower did call it too soon. But what is done is done. The result stands. Now, I promise you both this ... there will be a rematch. I don't know when or where--although likely in either Springfield or Hollywood--but it will happen.
Alexis: So...why am I here again?
GMTR: Well, you have a match against Bryce at the End of Days IV pay-per-view. Hightower, I'm assigning you as the referee.
Alex & Alexis [In unison.] WHAT!?
GMTR: That's right. Hightower is a good referee, he just made one bad call. I'm confident he'll call it right.
Bryce: Heh. You know what Alexis...Lexie, you'd better hope he calls it early. Especially if you plan to wrestle again.
Alexis: First of all, you don't get to call me that. You're lucky I let you get away with Alexis, but Lexie? I don't think so.
Bryce: Right. Well--
Alexis: And second of all...who do you think was there for all thoose countless hours of preparation that Alexander made for you? Me. You didn't hit a single move on Alexander until the end--
Bryce: Yeah, and he didn't hit any on me, either.
Alex: We're not taking about that right now.
Alexis: Exactly. I was there for the preparation. I'm more than ready to beat you, Bryce.
Bryce: Right. Whatever. You won't last ten minutes with me out there.
Alexis: You know what? Many men have underestimated me before, and each one of them has gone down.
Bryce: The only "going down"[Finger quotes make their shocking return! What a swerve!] happening between us is if you-- [SMACK!]
Alexis smacks Bryce in the face before he can finish his statement.
Alexis: Don't you dare, Bryce. Not in your wildest dreams.
Bryce: Right. Just remember this. Alex is lucky Hightower called the match when he did, because my Raining Elbows can do some serious damage. I'm ready for whatever counter you can think of. [Looking right at Hightower, but still talking to Alexis] But you better pray that he ends the match early, because I'd hate for you to suffer any longlasting injuries...Lexie!
GMTR: Bryce, stop trying to manipulate my referee--it won't work! In fact, all four of you...GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE!
Fade out.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:48:10 GMT -5
Chris Evans is seen WALKING down the hallway. He sees The Dead, who has miraculously recovered from his injuries.
Evans: Look man, I am really...
Dead: You know what, save your breath kid. You tried to take me out.
E: Look, I didn't mean to hurt you that bad. Just wanted to rough you up a little. Besides, you jumped me. I was just acting in self-defense.
D: You were asking for it, you little shit.
E: Yeah, I guess I deserve that. Anyway, I'm glad to see that you're better. You...are better, aren't you?
D: I'll live (no pun intended).
E: So, are we cool?
D: Not yet kid. This will take a while to get over. You really need to watch that attitude of yours or you'll really get your ass handed to you. Remember, nobody's got your back right now. Sure, there's Fire, but she's too busy with her own problems and you know that.
E: Yeah I do. Well, I guess I'll see you out in the ring later.
D: Yeah whatever, kid.
Evans turns to leave. As he starts walking away, The Dead picks up a nearby chair and cracks Evans in the back of the skull with it. He then wails on him a few times in the back.
The Dead looks down in Evans, who is now writhing in pain on the floor.
D: Hey kid. NOW we've even.
*fade to black*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:48:32 GMT -5
Wrestlers are MILLING ABOUT~! the backstage area, with a few glares exchanged between those who have matches, later. Firewoman is off to one side, with Lucky applying tape to her hands. Chris "Lionheart" Evans walks up.
C'L'E: Hey, I--
FW: Brilliant move there. Assaulting your tag team partner.
C'L'E: Yeah, I--
FW: Especially, that particular partner. Of course, it saves him the trouble of turning on you first, but before he decides to do that, he's a pretty good partner to have. At least until he gets what he thinks is a better offer.
C'L'E: Huh? Oh yeah, the war...
FW: Yeah, that. Didn't actually turn out so well for him after all. Can't say that doesn't sparkle for me.
C'L'E: So, apparently Tyson got his clearance, there's no adjustment to the card.
FW: Yep. Speaking of things sparkling with me.
C'L'E: But I thought--
FW: You got a lot to learn, Cubheart. Defeating Tyson when he's less that on top of his game is meaningless. If the doc says he's 100 percent, then when I do destroy him in the ring, there will be no doubt in his mind, in Lance Storm's mind, or anyone else's mind who is the better wrestler.
C'L'E: I still think--
FW: And you know, I'm still not convinced he's all okay, no matter what Rick's doctor says. But that's an extra added bonus, isn't it? After I'm done with Tyson? It'll take more than a quick check up to get him cleared to get in the ring again, if he even ever returns.
Lucky finishes up his taping job, and as he finishes, she punches her hand into her palm three times
FW: Of course, that's if he manages to get out of the ring tonight at all, doesn't it, Cubbie?
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:49:10 GMT -5
*Fade in.*
We are LIVE! backstage at the End of Days PPV. Russ is sitting in a chair, opposite of Eric O'Mac.
Russ: Ladies and gentlemen, I am sitting with Eric O'Mac, who, tonight, will wrestle his final match for the OOWF.
Eric: And, as it stands right now, my final match ever.
Russ: Well, let me just jump right in - why are you leaving the OOWF?
Eric: I've explained my reasoning, but I'll do so again here. I'm tired of wrestling. I'm tired of this atmosphere. I'm tired of the politics and I'm tired of the stupidity. And not to sound like a big shot here, but I don't need to wrestle to stay afloat financially. I have plenty of money. I have plenty of other things I can do. I can practice law if I choose to. I can play golf. So, instead of being a miserable jackass, I'm simply taking my ball and going home. It's that simple.
Russ: You've mentioned the stupidity. Would you care to expand on that?
Eric: It's simple, really. The OOWF use to be the place to be. The best wrestling and entertainment in the world. It's a place that I helped start. Now? It's too corporate. It's too complicated. Everyone has their own celebrity interviewer. Everyone has their own commercials, their own sponsorship contracts. Don't even get me started on all of the drama that goes around in some of these locker rooms. And then there is just the simply moronic assholes that try to arrest people.
Russ: Referring to the Amnesiac?
Eric: What a pussy. Seriously. He has a 2-0 record against me in the ring, but for some reason, he's scared of me, or he thinks that I've damaged his reputation, or some shit. The fact that he's undefeated against a former World Champion should have done wonders for his career, but he is the reason his career is in the toilet. I seriously hope someone takes my place and laughs at him every time he does something stupid after I'm gone.
Russ: What politics were you referring to earlier?
Eric: Simply put, Davin Moreland as Assistant GM. And it's really not so much his fault as it is Rick's. Rick was the dumbass that made an active wrestler the second highest ranking officer in this company. Rick was the dumbass who gave Davin all the time in the world to put himself on top of this company. And when I see Davin using that power to give him self title shots? To win titles? Say what you will about me, but I've ALWAYS earned my title shots. How I won them might be a different story, but I never had to write title shots into my contracts. And the thing is, Davin probably has multiple sources, so when he loses this World Title, he can just give himself another title shot. He'll never have to earn a title shot again. It's actually really smart on his part, but it makes me sick.
Russ: That's two wrestlers you've openly criticized. Are you worried about burning any bridges with this company?
Eric: Ask me if I give a shit, Russ. If I burn a bridge down, I'll just build a new one. I'm not concerned about that.
Russ: We all know what you won't miss. What will you miss the most from the OOWF?
Eric: The creativity. The challenges. Watching a Stank promo, knowing how hard it will be to top him. Going into matches with guys like Stank, Davin Moreland, Alexander Darling, knowing it'll be the toughest battle of your life. Teaming with guys like Poe and Chris Cole. Laughing at random dumbasses in the hall. All of these things.
Russ: Tonight, you face Alexander Darling. Why did you want your last match to be against him?
Eric: Because for the last two months, I've been in a slump. I want to go out on a high note and I've always had my best matches against Alexander Darling. We had the Match of the Year last year. We went toe to toe against each other in the Imperial Onslaught. And tonight, we're going to put on a showcase. Nothing else on the card will come close to touching the masterpiece we are going to put together. It's going to be so great, I know this won't be my last OOWF appearance. No, my last OOWF appearance will be at the OOWF Awards ceremony, so I can put up my part of the trophy for Match of the Year.
Russ: There has been complaints about you doing this before. Care you comment?
Eric: About me leaving?
Russ: Yes.
Eric: Fuck them. I left once before. Two years ago. I came back. I helped make this company great again. I won titles. I did what I wanted to do. Now I'm leaving. That's it. I'm not whining, complaining, or being forced out. I'm leaving on my own terms.
Russ: Will you ever return?
Eric: Never say never, Russ. But I've got things to do and I'm going away. Maybe if the OOWF goes back to the way things were, I'll come back. But I don't need the OOWF. And I think we'll all find that the OOWF will need me long before I'll ever need them again.
Russ: Good luck tonight Eric.
Eric: Nice talking with you.
*Fade out*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:50:05 GMT -5
OOWF End of Days IV Live! From Springfield, Missouri
ALEXANDER DARLING vs. ERIC O’MAC
Welcome to End of Days IV here in Springfield. It will be a great night of action as many titles will be on the line. The Invitational Tournament will be decided and many other stars try to solidify their positions on the card. But our opening match tonight will be a contest between two guys who just want to prove which one is truly better. They’ve been partners and allies. They’ve been on separate sides of the war that tore the OOWF apart. They’ve been best friends and worst enemies. But tonight, none of that will matter. They’ve put the past behind them and the only thing either of them cares about is proving who is better on this night. And they will get the chance in what should most likely be one of the most epic matches in OOWF history. Eric O’Mac and Alexander Darling will be competing in what could only truly be contested by the best athletes in the world. It will be the best of three falls. It will be an Onslaught Rules match to start out. And both men have a history in that division as Eric will go down as one of the greatest champions in the division’s history and it is where Alexander got his start in the OOWF and he has made brief runs in the division. Second up between these two will be an I Quit match. The history there is well remembered and quite amusing, but tonight there will be nothing amusing about. These two men will be throwing everything at each other just to hear their opponent scream out I quit. And if they split both of those falls, and we know they will because who seriously wins both falls in a best of 3 falls match, Eric and Alex will test everything they have with one another as they go at it in a 60-minute Iron Man match. But now that the explanations are out of the way, it’s time for action.
“Come on man…Don’t Call It A Comeback” blares over the sound system and the crowd is really grooving to LL Cool J tonight as Eric O’Mac steps out from the back of the OOWF Arena for what could possibly be the last time. The crowd is really behind him tonight and you can see that it’s getting to him just a bit. He makes his way into the ring and just waits facing the entrance. And then “There Can Be Only One” blasts and the lights lower as the blue spotlight starts circling the arena until it rests right on the curtain. AFI’s “Prelude 12/21” kicks in and the Darling, Alexander and Alexis, step out in full douche bag slow motion entrance mode. They do their patented wait for Queen’s “Princes of the Universe” to begin before making their way down the ramp and for the slightest moment, you could almost swear that Eric O’Mac is smiling in the ring. The Darlings enter the ring and nothing is said between anyone except for Junior Hale as he explains the complete set of rules for this match. Eric and Alex just continue to stare each other down as Hale orders them to neutral corners to start this match. A brief glance passes between Alexis and Eric, but that doesn’t matter now as she gives her brother a kiss for good luck on the cheek and exits the ring. Junior Hale calls for the bell and WE ARE UNDERWAY.
Eric and Alex make their way to the center of the ring and they shake hands. WHAT? Alexander Darling is shaking hands now? A quick nod and they lock up. And it starts off as everyone could have expected with each guy trying to gain the advantage, but with each move there’s a counter for it. Alex goes for a headlock, but Eric slides out and grabs a hammerlock. Eric goes for a hip-toss, but Alexander blocks it and hits an arm drag. AD goes for a side headlock, but Eric rotates and gets Alex into a head scissors. But Austin Aries trained Alexander and he escapes the head scissors using a headstand and he bounces out and he hits Eric with a low drop kick. And now Darling gains control of the match as he begins to wear down Eric with a lot of rest-holds. And it seems that a lot of these “rest holds” are really focused on the lower back and legs of Eric. It looks like AD realizes this will be a long one and he’s going to start conserving energy when appropriate.
Alex locks in a front face lock, but Eric fights to his feet with some shots to AD’s stomach. Eric gets out and he reverses positions and drops Alex to the mat with a hangman’s neck breaker. And now EOM is on the attack as he brings Alex to his feet and he snaps him over with a gut wrench suplex. Eric hits off the ropes and goes for a elbow that connects. Back to his feet and he goes for another, but this time Alex sees it coming and rolls out of the way. Both guys back to their feet and now it’s a series of Irish whips, leap frogs, drop downs and reversals until AD changes things up by following Eric to the ropes and coming from behind and bringing EOM to the mat hard with a STO. And Darling is right back on the offense as he grabs another front face lock. And this time when Eric tries to fight up to his feet, AD counters it by throwing some knees to the top of Eric’s head. EOM drops back down to the mat and once he is back down, Darling flips over the top and locks in a LAST CHANCERY. Another move taught to him by his trainer Austin Aries, but Eric is having none of this and quickly scurries to the ropes. Hale calls for the break and the announcement is made…
Eric O’Mac has used rope break #1…he has two remaining.
Eric gets back to his feet and Alex isn’t going to let him get any rest as he charges at him, but EOM is ring savvy and he drops down pulling the top rope with him and Alex goes flying over the top rope and crashes to the floor. Eric wastes no time in hitting the far ropes and he goes flying over the top in a CORKSCREW TWISTING PLANCHA that wipes out Darling just as he was getting to his feet and the crowd truly erupts for the first time tonight. Eric is back to his feet and he drags Alex with him and attempts to slide him into the ring, but AD somehow has enough to rebound off the bottom rope and he goes for a JAWBREAKER LARIAT, but Eric had this one scouted and he ducks under and Alex stumbles past him. Just as Darling is about to turn around, Eric nails him with a PELE KICK. Alex is in trouble and Eric grabs him and once again pushes him into the ring. Eric follows him in the hard way with a SOMERSAULT LEGDROP. He makes the cover…
ONE… TWO… NO!!! Alex reaches out and grabs the bottom rope.
Alexander Darling has used rope break #1…he has two remaining.
Eric picks Darling up and whips him hard into the corner. He follows him in and hits a big high knee. And then he slams him face first onto the mat with a RUNNING BULLDOG. He’s keeping up the fast pace and he runs off the ropes and hits a leg drop onto the back of Alex’s neck. Eric plants himself on Darling’s back and he pulls back on the head and he locks in a DRAGON SLEEPER. And he’s got it locked in the center of the ring. Alexander is in trouble. He tries dragging Eric towards the ropes, but EOM is pulling back harder and Alex looks like he’s close to tapping. Which wouldn’t be the worse idea ever as they still have a long way to go after this and taking too much damage here might hurt in the long run. Alex is about to bring his hand down, but he looks up and sees Alexis yelling at him and he gets one last burst of momentum and he reaches out and grabs the bottom rope. Eric has no choice but the let go, which he does at the last possible second after Hale counts to four.
Alexander Darling has used rope break #2…he has one remaining.
Eric looks like he’s just going to stay on the attack, but Alex is having none of that and he rolls to the floor. He starts trying to get his bearings on the outside but Eric isn’t going to allow that to happen and he follows him to the floor and begins chasing him around the ring. And maybe to the surprise of some, and not others, Alexis Darling stays completely out of the way and just continues to watch as she cheers on her brother with nothing nefarious happening. Eric catches up to Alex and grabs his hair from behind and locks him around the throat and looks like he’s going to slam him down with a DEATH DROP, but Darling throws some back fists at Eric’s face which connects and he has to let go of the hold. AD slides behind Eric and tries to push him into the steel post. But Eric reverses that and he goes to throw Alex back into the ring. Darling hits the bottom rope and again and this time Eric doesn’t see the rebound coming…JAWBREAKER LARIAT on the outside and Eric flips in the air. Darling slides him into the ring and he follows him in. He picks him up by the air and goes for the BRAINBUSTER, but Eric slides down the back and rolls Alex up with a sunset flip…
One… Two… Alex kicks out and snaps back to his feet and he kills Eric dead with a SHINING WIZARD. Alex rolls Eric over and he locks the legs up, pulls back on the arms…MOTERFUCKING CUBSTOMP. And Alex is going for the finish here as he hops up to the top rope and he goes for DARK DARLING RISING, but O’Mac gets his knees up and Alex bounces off to the side. Both men are down as this match has seriously picked up its pace here. They slowly struggle to their feet on opposite sides of the ring and use the ropes to help. They stare at each other for a second before both charge and meet in the center of the ring and start slugging away. Eric with rights, Darling with lefts. And now Eric starts blocking Alexander’s punches and he’s firing back with elbows to the side of Darling’s head and it staggers him. Alex looks to quell the momentum and he runs off the ropes, but Eric drops down into a split and he rolls back and as soon as AD hits the other ropes, Eric is there with a savate kick. Alexander hunches over and Eric snaps him down with a STUNNER, but Eric doesn’t let go and he holds the face lock on Alexander as he begins to run towards the corner. He runs up the turnbuckles and flips over and takes Alexander down with a SLICED BREAD #2. EOM crawls over and makes the cover…
One… Two… Thr…No, Alexander barely gets his legs on the ropes.
Alexander Darling has used rope break #3…he has none remaining.
Darling is in trouble now as Eric can utilize the ropes in his submissions and Alex cannot use them to save himself from a pin fall. Eric looks to stay on the attack again, but as he leans down to pick Darling up, AD rolls him up with a small package. But he only gets a TWO count. Eric is frustrated as he gets to his feet and he goes for a kick to Alex’s head, but Darling ducks under this one and he grabs Eric from behind…schoolboy rollup. But that only gets two. And O’Mac slams the mat again. He goes after Alex again, but this time Alex sweeps the leg and gets Eric on his back. Alex kips up to his feet and as Eric goes to do the same, Alexander slams his foot into Eric’s face with a SUPERKICK. Eric’s head bounces off the mat and he gets back into a seated position and Alexander hits him with a SECOND SUPERKICK. Eric is clearly just continuing on instinct as he bounces again and tries to get back to his feet for the third time, but this time Alexander heads off the ropes for added momentum and he hits a THIRD SUPERKICK and Eric flops to the mat. Alexander has a smirk on his face and not only did those moves send a message to Eric as he may be out of it now, but they sent a message to someone in the back. Alexander takes some time to enjoy the moment as he makes the cover and he hooks the leg like a good technical wrestler.
One… Two… Thr…NO!!! Eric somehow finds a way to reach out and barely grab a hold of the bottom rope.
Eric O’Mac has used rope break #2…he has one remaining.
Now it’s Alexander’s turn to be frustrated as he thought that was it. He figures it’s time to put this match away and he picks Eric up. He throws a few punches and kicks to make sure Eric is out on his feet and once he’s sure he hits one more knee to the stomach to bend Eric over at the waist. Alexander drags Eric up to his feet and backs towards one corner. He lifts O’Mac up for a power bomb, he spreads the arms wide, and it looks like AD is going for the CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB. He begins to walk out of the corner, but Eric gets his feet under the top rope and he slides off Alex and down his back. Alexander realizes he has no one on his back anymore and he turns around. Eric is standing right there…SMACKDOWN. And he hits it clean. Eric wastes no time making the cover…
ONE… TWO…Alexander gets his foot on the bottom rope out of instinct, but it means nothing. He has no more rope breaks… THREE!!!
That’s it. The bell rings and Eric gets fall number one.
Your winner of fall #1, the Onslaught Rules match in 26:39…Eric O’Mac.
There will now be a 5-minute recovery time in-between falls and we will begin the I Quit match. Junior Hale brings Eric to a neutral corner to recover and it looks like O’Mac is favoring his left leg due to all the work Alexander did on it during the early sections of this match. This might be a time where Eric would prefer to stay in motion as he doesn’t want the leg to cramp up. Meanwhile in the opposite corner, Darling is clearly frustrated as he forgot he used up his rope breaks and knows that Eric’s SMACKDOWN caught him clean. Alexis is going over some things as she gives him bottles of water and pours some over his head. The 5-minute period is just about up and Junior Hale calls both guys to the center of the ring once again. He goes over the rules for the I Quit match explaining that he will have a microphone at all times and the words must be said clearly and audibly for the match to end. He tells both guys to head to their corners and wait for the bell, but neither guy moves for a second. Alexander holds his hand out, and there’s a second shake of the hands. This is clearly not the Alexander Darling we are used to seeing, but then again this is clearly not the typical match. Darling and O’Mac back up and wait for the bell. Junior Hale calls for it and WE ARE UNDERWAY once again.
EOM and AD head towards the center of the ring, but instead of going for a typical lock-up, Alexander tries to be sneaky and goes for a kick to Eric’s gut. Eric sees it coming though and grabs the leg. He spins Darling around and then he grabs hold of Alex’s hand. He has a TOP WRISTLOCK on and Alexander is screaming. Junior Hale is confused and Alexander is calling for the microphone already…NO, NOT AGAIN. NOT THIS WAY. Hale puts the microphone under Darling’s mouth…
I Q…I’m just kidding…I’m not really going to quit to a top wristlock. I mean, seriously, who does that?
Eric has no choice but to let go as he’s laughing too hard. Alexander has got his typical douche bag smirk as he waits for Eric to get ready. Eric backs into his corner once again and clears his head and he goes to meet Alexander in the center of the ring and this time we get a true collar-and-elbow tie-up. And just as we saw in the first match, its counters and reversals, and reversals of counters and counters of counters of reversals of counters until finally Alexander takes Eric down with a snap mare and he gets in position behind O’Mac. AD grabs a hold of one arm and locks hit behind his leg and he hits Eric with an elbow. And then a second. And now Eric is calling for Junior Hale. What’s going on now?
Don’t you want to stop the match Hale? I mean I just got hit with TWO ELBOWS? That’s like a death move right. I should probably quit now, right Alex?
And now it’s Alexander’s turn to let go of the hold as he’s laughing too hard. He backs into his corner and tries to gain his composure now. And now it’s Eric’s turn to display the douche bag smirk while Alex clears his head. A nod passes and they meet in the center of the ring for the third time. And now that all the fun and games are out of the way, it looks like both men are back to serious business. Eric gains the first advantage of the match as he grabs Alexander in an inverted face lock and he takes him over and with a suplex. But EOM doesn’t let go and he rolls over and he lifts Alex right back up, but now AD is firing back with knees and Eric has to let go. Darling falls to the mat behind Eric and before O’Mac can get out of the Alexander chops him behind the knee.
And now Darling is like a shark in the water as he smells blood. He is just going to work on the knee of Eric. He’s utilizing the old-school Flair, “WHOOOO FAT BOY” offense with the whole spinning toeholds and knee breakers. And Alexander follows up on the Flair offense and actually goes to put Eric into a FIGURE FOUR, but Eric kicks him away and he backs up to the corner as he tries to shake his leg to get some feeling back. Darling is stalking him now though as he pulls himself up to his feet. He is still hopping away and trying to punch at the same time. But Darling fights through the punch and he gets in close to Eric and sweeps him off his feet. He’s about to drop down, but Eric blocks the attempt and he grabs Alex’s arm and he locks him in a TRIANGLE CHOKE.
What a brilliant counter from Eric and Darling didn’t see it coming. Eric is trying to lock his legs to really put the pressure on, but unfortunately this allows Alexander to rotate just enough and get caught up in the ropes. O’Mac refuses to give Alexander any time to recover as he jumps up and pulls Alex to the mat by the arm and he locks in a FUJIWARA ARMBAR. And Alexander is having none of that as he rolls around and gets to the ropes once again. EOM is staying on the attack now as he picks Alex up and slams him to the mat, but he hold onto an arm…CRIPPLER CROSSFACE and it’s not TOO SOON. And this one stays locked in for a while before Darling is able to roll over and through and around with counter after counter by both guys until they both get caught in the ropes. Eric rolls back away from the ropes and gets up to his feet while AD does the same using the ropes for help. Before Darling can react though, Eric charges and clotheslines him over the top and all the way down to the floor. And Eric is back to his feet as this match is now taking place on the floor. He picks Alex up and scoop slams him on the concrete. And then Eric gets back on the apron and takes a running start before dropping the FOLEY ELBOW on Alex. And Darling yells in pain as Eric isn’t letting up. He drags Alex to his feet and then slams his back hard into the barricade. And again and again. Eric seems like he is focusing on the back. And now he backs off a few steps as he looks to be sizing Darling up. Alex staggers a few feet away from the guardrail and it looks like Eric is sizing him up for a SPEAR. He charges, but Alex sees it at the last second and he moves to the side and drops down for drop-toehold and Eric smashes face first into the guardrail. And now it’s Alex on the attack as he grabs Eric’s leg and starts picking it up and slamming it into the concrete floor. Time and time again. And now it’s Eric screaming in pain. Darling follows this all up by softly sliding Eric back into the ring right near the corner. And no he starts slamming Eric’s knee into the post. And Hale is trying to get Alex to stop, but in all actuality this is basically a no DQ match as well since they both agreed the words I Quit had to be said. And Eric isn’t saying them. Now Darling picks up the offense as he drags Eric even further into corner from outside the ring and he places the legs around the post…RINGPOST FIGURE FOUR.
Darling is telling Hale to ask him and he obliges pulling the microphone out and placing it near Eric…
NO!!! I’m not quitting.[/b]
And now Alex is frustrated as he tries snapping back some to add extra emphasis, but this is a really tough hold to maintain and Alex makes a mistake as he starts slipping off and goes for one extra snap and he slams his head into the concrete. And he may be knocked out. Alexis rushes over and as soon as she gets there, she sees the blood slowly start coming out of Alex’s head. Inside the ring, Eric is having a tough time getting back to his feet, but he finally does and he sees Alexis trying to help her brother and sees her hands covered in her brother’s blood. He looks cautious for a second, but then he realizes that Alex wouldn’t do that for him and he decides to use this to his advantage and he hops his way down to the floor. He grabs Alex by the hair and slowly lifts up the dead weight and slides him into the ring. Alexander Darling is completely knocked…wait a second, he just rolled over and we could see him smiling. On the outside, it looks like Alexis is pleading with Eric not to permanently harm her brother. He tries to ignore her as he slides in the ring following Alex. He tells Hale to ask Alex…Hale brings the mic down,
…
There is no response from Alex, but that’s not enough to end the match since Alex hasn’t said the words we need to hear. Eric sighs as he realizes he needs to wake Alexander up. He heads on over and he reaches down to start slapping Alex in an attempt to wake him up. But after the second slap, Alex’s hand shoots out and grabs Eric, who is now in shock that Darling was playing possum. Alexander pulls Eric down to the mat and rolls through the other side. He places his hands between Eric’s legs and takes a seat on Eric’s back…DARLING MONEY CLIP. Eric got caught there and now he’s in serious trouble. Alexander is really pulling back and he drags Eric to the center of the ring. This is not a good sign as Eric cannot reach the ropes and AD has already done a number working over the knee and legs of EOM. Alex is trying to really wrench this move in, but we can see the blood start dripping down the back of his scalp onto Eric’s back. The blood loss has to be weakening Alexander somewhat. Eric is trying to hold one. He’s trying to make the ropes, but with each struggle in one direction, Alex fights it off and pulls Eric in another direction to keep him in the center of the ring. Eric looks like he’s going to tap. And he starts tapping after a long time in the hold. But the bell doesn’t ring. Hale gets the microphone down, You have to say it Eric.
I…I Q…I…NO!!!
Eric goes for the ropes again, but again Eric pulls him, but this time O’Mac knew what would happen and no he pushes in the same direction Alex was moving and the momentum pushes Alex through the middle rope to the floor. And Darling slams hard again to the concrete. Eric is really struggling to get to his feet in the ring, but the crowd is really behind him and he starts getting a burst of adrenaline as he gets to his feet. He sees Darling on the outside just getting to his feet, and it looks like he’s going for another dive. He bounces off the ropes and heads towards Darling, but Alex is a little quicker and as Eric jumps over the top rope, Alex slides back into the ring. Eric realizes it in enough time and he’s able to land on his feet. But that was a big drop, and his knee buckles a bit. Meanwhile, Darling is inside the ring and he sees Eric’s knee buckle and now it’s his turn to fly. AD bounces off the far ropes and he comes flying through the ropes and obliterates Eric with a TOPE CON HILO and Darling lands on his feet. Well, for a second, before he gets a little woozy and drops to one knee. You can see the blood loss is getting to him, but AD shakes it off and he heads back to Eric. He lifts him to his feet, and now it’s Eric using some of Alexander’s offense as he hits the bottom rope and rebounds off…Eric attempts a JAWBREAKER LARIAT, but Alex knows it’s coming and ducks under. Kick to the stomach by Alex bends EOM over at the waist. Alex quickly with the follow-up as he lifts Eric up into power bomb position…CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB right into the apron and Eric’s lower back takes the full force of that.
Alex thinks it’s time and he slides Eric back into the ring and there is no rebound this time. Eric rolls towards the corner and Alexander decides to go for a high-risk move as he climbs the turnbuckles…he gets to the top and he hits a 450 SPLASH…or does he? Eric takes the move, but as it hits, he grabs Darling’s arms and he rolls through…ANACONDA VICE…that’s one of Darling’s moves and now Eric is using it. Darling is in trouble. His back is to the ropes so he can’t reach out the grab one and Eric has his legs blocked from swinging out to grab them. Hale brings the microphone to Darling…
NO…I’m not quitting. Fucking kill me before I quit.[/i]
Eric is yelling at Alex telling him not to end his career as well. But Alex keeps refusing to give up and he is looking for a way out of it. He screams with one last burst of energy and he rolls all the way through. Eric tries to hold on but as he gets back to his feet, his knee buckles with all the weight he was holding. And Eric falls to the mat clutching his leg. Alex looks tentative for just a second as he rolls to his feet on the other side of the ring. Eric backs into the corner and is trying to work his leg to get some feeling back and therefore he doesn’t see Alexander charging him at all. YAKUZA KICK damn near takes Eric’s head off and he staggers out of the corner. Alexander comes up from behind and he lifts Eric up on his shoulders, he places the hand across the throat…DARLING DRIVER. Eric is in deep, deep trouble. Alexander is feeling it now as he stalks over to Eric and he flips him over and locks the legs one more time…MOTHERFUCKING CURBSTOMP. Alexander continues the combination of moves as he jumps up to the top rope…DARK DARLING RISING connects, but he can’t pin Eric.
So he does the next best thing and he starts working Eric into position. He locks in the move taught to him by Charlie Haas…it’s DEATH BY DARLING. Eric is screaming as his leg has been worked over for almost an hour now. And he’s trying to hold on as Junior keeps asking him if he wants to quit and he keeps yelling NO even as he taps at the same time out of instinct. Alexander is really putting the pressure on, but as he does, we can see the strain it is putting on his body as the blood really starts pouring down his head and it starts pooling on the mat. Eric is struggling towards the ropes. But he has no power from his legs to help him move. Alexander is begging Eric to quit now. He really starts snapping the hold now…Eric calls for Hall…
I QUIT!!!
And that’s it. Alexander Darling has won fall #2. The bell rings and we get the message that there will be another five-minute rest period.
Your winner of fall #2, the I Quit fall in 42:19…Alexander Darling.
Eric drags himself to one corner, while Alex does the same in the opposite corner. Alexis is tending to her brother while Junior Hale is going back and forth between both corners and checking on both of our competitors. About halfway through the rest period, Hale makes a motion to the back and some medical personnel rush out from the back and following them from behind is the OOWF General Manager, Rick. The medical personnel begin trying to check on both Eric’s leg and back as well as the cut on the back of Alexander’s scalp. Both wrestlers are trying to push the personnel away from them and they drag themselves to their feet. Hale is going over something with Rick and it looks to be a heated argument. Eric and Alex ignore all that and charge each other in the center of the ring. Darling takes Eric down with a Thesz press and now they are rolling around on the mat trading punches. Rick has rushed over to the announce table and grabbed a microphone…
GMtR: STOP IT RIGHT NOW. You two need to stop.
Eric and Alex both flip Rick off as they continue to trade shots in the ring. But that doesn’t last long as Eric’s knee buckles again and he falls to the mat and before Alexander can even take advantage he stumbles and falls as well and we can see that his eyes are glazed over. Rick is talking again…
I don’t know who or what you two are trying to impress. But this is over. I know what I agreed to and I know what I didn’t. I agreed to you two showcasing the world your abilities. And you’ve done that. I didn’t agree to either one of you killing yourself or the other or never being able to walk again. And that’s where this is headed. And I know you two are going to fight me over this, but I don’t have a choice. I have to end this match right now. Eric, I know you’re technically done with the company…but I know I would, and I assume all these fans would like it if you graced us with your presence one more time. This Wednesday. If you two really feel the need…you can have your Iron Man match then. But I’m ending this right here tonight.
Eric and Alexander look none too happy as Rick starts heading up the aisle. Neither one of the two wrestlers realize that each and every fan is now on their feet and then a chant begins…ONE MORE NIGHT…ONE MORE NIGHT…ONE MORE NIGHT.
Darling and O’Mac finally realize just how loud the audience has gotten and both of them look like they’re about to ignore Rick and finish it tonight, but then Alexis gets in the ring and in between both guys. She looks back and forth and without even a word being said it seems, both guys nod. They bump fists as both drop down to the mat and roll out of the ring. They head up the aisle together…this is quite surprising. But it looks like they’ve agreed.
Your winner of the best of 3 falls match…TO BE DECIDED WEDNESDAY…
TYTAN vs. DAMON WRATH
Damon Wrath makes his way to the ring without the accompaniment of his Heroes Guild members. Wrath climbs between the ropes and appears to go into a trance in the corner. Tytan is announced next and he gets a nice chorus of boos from the crowd. Tytan looks around and laughs at them, then heads to the ring, springing over the top rope, showing surprising agility for such a big man. Tytan doesn’t wait for the bell to ring, instead he charges into the corner where Wrath appears to be in a trance and tries to blind side him with a forearm to the face, but Wrath steps out of the way and Tytan crashes into the corner sternum first. Wrath connects with several kicks to the back of Tytan’s head that send him to his knees. Wrath gets a running start and charges into the corner and drives his knee against the back of Tytan’s head, sending him face first into the middle turnbuckle. Tytan falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring where Jonathan Steele and Mr. Biggs comfort him and quickly change up game plans. Tytan regains his confidence quickly and climbs back onto the apron. Wrath grabs Tytan and hooks him for a suplex back into the ring, but Tytan grabs the top rope and holds on, then reverses the suplex, sending Wrath over the top rope onto the floor. Tytan lands safely on the apron, then rolls back into the ring and distracts the referee. As Wrath gets back to his feet, Steele gets behind him on his hands and knees and Biggs charges and nails him with a clothesline. Wrath does a complete flip, tripping over Steele and landing on the back of his head. Biggs pulls Wrath to his feet and sends him under the bottom rope. Tytan pulls him to his feet and sends him to the ropes and connects with a big boot to the face, then grabs a half-nelson and DESTROYS Wrath with a release suplex. Wrath lands on the back of his head again, this time folded up like an accordion. Tytan covers, but Wrath kicks out at two. Tytan gets to his feet and looks around at the crowd as Wrath tries to get to his feet. Tytan connects with a kick to Wrath’s ribs, then drops an elbow to the back of his head sending him right back to the mat. Tytan makes another cover, but once again Wrath kicks out at two. This time Tytan shows a little frustration and pulls Wrath to his feet and tries to whip him to the ropes, but Wrath reverses it, and pulls Tytan back and hits him with a belly to belly suplex. As Tytan gets up to his feet, dazed, Wrath charges at him and NAILS him with a knee to the face that sends the big man back into the corner. Wrath charges and catches Tytan with an elbow to the point of the jaw, and lets him stagger forward a few steps before kicking him in the guy, hitting the ropes and catching him on the temple with a running knee. Tytan falls to the mat and Wrath falls on him and covers, but only gets a two count. Wrath pulls Tytan to a sitting position and locks him in a figure four arm bar trying for the submission, but Tytan works around to his feet, and LIFTS WRATH OFF THE MAT AND DRIVES HIM TO THE CANVAS! Wrath breaks the hold and grabs his neck in pain. Tytan shakes the feeling back into his arm for a bit, then pulls Wrath to his feet and sends him to the ropes and catches him with a wicked spine buster! The back of Wrath’s head SLAMS off the mat and his eyes roll into the back of his head. Tytan gets to his feet and snarls, clearly he is done fooling with Wrath. Tytan waits for Wrath to get to his feet and POPS him in the mouth with a super kick, but before he can fall, Tytan grabs his arm and pulls him forward right into a DECAPITATOR! Tytan still has hold of a barely conscious Wrath’s arm and pulls him to his feet and hefts him onto his shoulder, then sets him on the top rope and hits the CRASH AND BURN! Wrath is out and the referee yells at Tytan to make the cover. Instead, Tytan grabs Wrath’s legs and flips him over into the CORPORATE RED TAPE! Wrath tries to escape, but quickly ends up tapping out. WINNER in 6:13 - Tytan
BRYCE LARSON vs. ALEXIS DARLING
Bryce looks across the ring at Alexis with an air of confidence. She glares back at him, knowing that he is probably underestimating her. Hightower calls for the bell, and they lock-up! Bryce immediately tosses Alexis across the ring, and wipes his hands clean. She pops right back-up, and they lock-up a second time. And for a second time, Bryce tosses her across the ring. This time she pops right up, walks over and smacks Bryce right in the face! Bryce’s cocky & confident smile suddenly turns serious, and he walks right into Alexis, backing her into the corner. Hightower applies the five count, and Alexis pushes Bryce away. Bryce returns to the center of the ring, daring Alexis to come there as well. She isn’t scared, and meets him in the center of the ring.
Bryce & Alexis lock-up again, and Bryce catches her with a knee to the stomach. He locks her into an arm bar, and she squirms but can’t get out. Bryce holds onto it for a minute, continually telling Hightower to “ask her!” He does, and she refuses to quit each time. Alexis attempts to roll-out of the arm bar, but Bryce catches her in a cross arm breaker! Alexis teases tapping as she tries to work her way to the ropes. Bryce continues to apply the hold, telling her “quit or I’ll break it!” Before that happens, Alexis finally makes it to the ropes to break the hold.
Alexis gets to her feet, but Bryce keeps working over her arm. Forearms and kicks to the arm keep the pain from going away. Alexis is able to poke him in the eye and buy a few seconds to get the feeling back into her arm. She approaches Bryce, and he arm drags her over, going right back to work on her arm. With Alexis face down on the mat, Bryce continually drives his knees into her arm. The last time, he places both knees behind her elbow, holding her outstretched hand. He then rears back, tugging on her mouth with his other hand for an illegal fish-hook! Hightower applies the count and Bryce releases the hold.
Bryce then sets Alexis on the top turnbuckle, and calls for the Transporter! He runs across the ring and slams her into the opposite corner. Alexis gets to her feet and Bryce hits a super kick! Followed by a second one in the corner! And a third…Shinobi’s Rage! Alexis is down, but rolls to the floor! Bryce slides outside, and Irish Whips Alexis into the barricade. He charges at her, and connects with a big boot that sends her over and into the crowd! Bryce then hops the rail, and uses a chair to come down on her shoulder with a double axe-handle. He then throws her back over the guard rail. Alexis gets up, but Bryce kicks her right in the shoulder, then works over her arm with the railing.
Bryce rolls Alexis into the ring, and goes back to work on the arm. After several shots to the arm, Bryce locks in the fish-hook once more. As Hightower counts, Alexis bites his fingers, and he’s forced to break the hold early! Alexis spits in disgust, and charges at Bryce, connecting with a forearm to the mush. Bryce is stunned and is caught with two more. Bryce clears the cobwebs, but is met with a dropkick before he can do anything in response. Alexis goes to the second turnbuckle, and as Bryce gets up she connects with a tornado DDT! 1…2…NO! She picks him up, and when he gets to a standing position, she hits a standing hurricanrana, sending Bryce to the outside. Bryce stands up and Alexis connects with an Asai Moonsault! She rolls Bryce in and goes up top.
Bryce gets up and is met with a missile dropkick! Alexis lifts Bryce up and hits a butterfly suplex for two. Bryce gets up, but is still bent over, and she sets him up for the Bitch Killer! Bryce floats over her head, landing on his feet, and she pushes him towards the ropes. He comes off, and ducks an elbow, bouncing off the opposite side of the ring. Alexis turns around and is immediately met with a Busiaku Knee Strike! Alexis goes down in a heap! Bryce traps her arms and locks in the Cattle Mutilation. Alexis won’t tap, so Bryce rolls up for a pinning combination. 1…2…NO! Bryce turns her into a seated position, trapping both arms. He raises his left arm...and starts Raining Elbows to the side of her head!
Russ: It’s raining elbows! Razz: Hallelujah! Russ: It’s raining elbows! Razz: Amen!
Hightower looks in closely, but is hesitant to stop the match. Bryce, the announcers, and fans alike are screaming for Hightower to call it, but he won’t. Bryce stops the elbows, keeping Alexis in position, and screams at Hightower as Alexis doesn’t move. Hightower shakes his head no, so Bryce rains down with more elbows. Hightower finally steps in, waiving the match off.
Mike Goldberg: It’s ALLLLLLLLLLLLL over! WINNER in 14:50: Bryce Larson
Bryce looks at Hightower and shakes his head, telling him he let it go too long. Hightower responds telling Bryce he didn’t want to get in trouble. Medics tend to Alexis, who gets to her feet but is bleeding from the mouth.
CHRIS COLE & FF CAPSLOCK vs. THE DEAD & CHRIS EVANS
The Dead and Chris Evans make their way to the ring first, they are together, but clearly not happy about it after what Evans did to The Dead. The two of them step between the ropes and an argument breaks out over who will start the match. The Dead seems to relent and he steps between the ropes to the apron. The unlikely team of FF Capslock and Chris Cole are announced next and they come to the ring to the cheers of the crowd. Cole and Lock confer for a moment, then Cole stays in the ring and Lock leave, the referee calls for the bell and this one is underway. Cole and Evans circle and lock up, Evans immediately grabs an arm wringer and heads to the ropes, springs to the top rope, and is about to leap on Cole with a head scissors, but Cole yanks him off the top rope, and catches the falling Evans with a forearm to the jaw. Evans slumps to the mat and Cole catches him with a kick to the face for good measure, then pulls him to his corner and shoves him into the corner and tags in Capslock. Lock HAMMERS Evans with several elbows to the side of the head, then sends him to the ropes and tries a clothesline, but Evans ducks under it and tries a cross body block on the rebound, but Capslock catches him, then spins him to the mat with a black hole slam. Lock covers, but The Dead runs in and breaks it up with a kick to the face at two. Capslock is not fazed a bit and pulls Evans to a sitting position and repeatedly drops elbows down on the top of his head before grabbing a side head lock and pulling Evans to the mat. Capslock holds it for a moment, then Evans fights to his feet and fights out of it, hits the ropes, and gets caught again by Lock, this time in a sleeper. Lock keeps his massive arms wrapped around Evans head, cutting off his oxygen. Evans fights it, but starts to fade. The Dead runs in again and catches Capslock with a chop block from behind, sending him to the mat, and letting Evans fall to the mat. The referee chases The Dead out of the ring and then starts the ten count. Lock makes it to his feet at seven and pulls Evans to his feet, but Evans stuns him with a spinning heel kick to the jaw. Capslock staggers a bit and Evans hits the ropes and leaps onto Capslock’s shoulders trying for a hurracarana, but Lock catches him and sets up for a power bomb, but YOU CANNOT POWERBOMB CHRIS EVANS! And Evans reverses it into a face plant, then dives to his corner and tags in The Dead. Dead comes in and connects with several stiff kicks to Lock’s ribs, then finishes him off with a stiff kick to the head. Dead springs off the bottom rope and hits a helicopter leg drop and covers Lock, but Capslock kicks out at two. The Dead grabs Lock and pulls him to a sitting position and lays in with more kicks, then hits the ropes and connects with a drop kick to the face that sends him back to the mat. The Dead covers again, but Lock kicks out one more time. Dead shows some frustration and waits for Lock to get back onto his feet, then hits the ropes and charges, but Lock catches him and hotshots him on the top rope! Dead’s head snaps back, and he falls to the mat. As Dead is crawling across the ring to tag in Evans, Lock tags in Cole. Cole charges in and grabs Dead by the leg and pulls him back to the middle of the ring, then rolls him over and traps him in a spinning toe hold. Dead grunts in pain, but will not quit. Cole turns it into a figure four leg lock in the middle of the ring, but Dead still will not give up. Cole cinches in the move and yells for Dead to give up, but he refuses. Finally Dead reaches the ropes and forces the break. Cole pulls Dead off the ropes and lands several stiff kicks to his knee and reaches down to lock him in the figure four again, but Dead rolls him into a small package for a two count. Cole kicks out, and Dead crawls across the ring and makes the tag to Evans. Evans springs to the top rope and catches Cole with a clothesline as he gets to his feet, then rolls through and NAILS Capslock with a forearm, sending him off the apron to the floor. Evans turns around and waits for Cole to get to his feet again, then tries a bulldog, but Cole shoves him off into the corner where Evans slams chest first into the turnbuckle, then falls backward, still hung on the corner. On the outside, Dead stalks Capslock. As Lock gets to his feet, Dead throws a chair at him, Lock easily catches it, but Dead hits a spinning heel kick sending the chair back into Lock’s face, sending him over the guard rail and into the crowd. Inside the ring, Cole pulls Evans off the ropes and DROPS him with a DDT! Cole covers and gets a two count. Cole picks Evans back up and sets him on the top rope and calls for a superplex, but before he can finish the move, The Dead comes into the ring and grabs Cole from behind and sets him up for a belly to back suplex. Evans climbs to the top rope and leaps and hits a spinning leg drop just as Dead drops Cole on the back of his head. Evans covers and hooks the leg, and maybe a little bit of tights and gets the one, two, three! WINNERS in 11:41 – The Dead & Chris Evans
The referee grabs Evans arm and raises it, and as he turns around to look at his partner The Dead POPS him in the mouth with the Close the Casket! Evans falls to the mat and The Dead stands over him and smirks “NOW we’re even” before leaving the ring and heading to the back.
THIM REYNOLDS vs. SEAMUS MCNASTY
This match will not be for the faint of heart. Not saying they can’t put on a work rate classic, but lets be honest here. Thim Reynolds is announced first and makes his way to the ring. Thim has been oddly quiet about his intentions since coming back to the OOWF. He steps between the ropes and waits in the corner, silent and deadly. Former OOWF Onslaught champion Seamus McNasty is announced next and he makes his way down the aisle keeping his eyes on Thim the whole time. Not for nothing, but there could be a little extra hatred in this match, Seamus is a son of Ireland while Thim is British, just saying, that whole famine thing still does not sit too well with the Irish. Anyway, history lesson over, Seamus steps between the ropes and waits, still staring at Thim. The referee calls for the bell and the two men meet in the middle of the ring and start throwing chops that would cave most men’s chests in. They take turns chopping the other to death, all the while taunting the other one. Finally the chops turn into punches and the fight spills around the ring, and finally between the ropes to the floor. Neither man misses a beat and both are quickly back to their feet. Seamus charges at Thim, but Thim catches him and backdrops him into the third row, chairs and people breaking his fall. Thim hops the railing and pulls Seamus to his feet and slams him face first onto a chair, then sits him on the chair, gets a running start, and KICKS Seamus in the jaw, sending him to the floor. Thim throws Seamus over the railing to the floor, and starts to follow, but when he gets half way over the guard rail, Seamus grabs the guard rail and pulls up, crotching Thim on the steel. Thim falls to the floor and Seamus gets some well placed kicks to his mouth, then walks around and grabs a bottle of Jamesons, and a lighter. Uh oh. Seamus takes a big swig of the whiskey and swallows that, then takes a second one and waits for Thim to get to his feet. When he does, Seamus lets go and a fireball roars toward Thim, but Reynolds grabs a chair and shields his face behind it, and the fireball hits nothing but metal. Seamus looks shocked for a second, then gets a bigger shock when Thim throws the chair at him sending it careening off his skull. Thim grabs a stunned Seamus and rolls him under the ropes back into the ring. Thim climbs between the ropes and runs to the opposite ropes and drops a big knee across Seamus’ chest and covers for a one count. Reynolds grabs Seamus’ arm and locks him in a top wrist lock, but makes sure he is on his feet pushing all his weight down on Seamus, cutting off his air supply. Seamus struggles to get to his feet, but the more he struggles the more trouble he has breathing. Finally Seamus catches Thim bending forward a little too much and reaches up and rakes Thim’s eyes, breaking the hold. As Thim staggers in pain, Seamus gets to his feet and scoops Thim up and plants him on the mat with a slam. Seamus takes a few steps back and hits a falling head but that slams Thim right on the side of the face. Thim tries to scoot away, but Seamus grabs him and covers for a two count. Seamus slowly pulls Thim off the mat, and grabs him for an inverted DDT but before he can drop him, Thim spins out of it and traps Seamus’ arms and repeatedly slams him in the face with head butts. Thim tries to whip Seamus to the ropes, but Seamus reverses it and catches Seamus with a drop toe hold and tries to float over into the IRISH CAR BOMB but Thim blocks Seamus from locking in the cross face and manages to roll over on his side and hammer Seamus with several elbows to the face. Thim gets to his feet and pulls Seamus up, but Seamus rocks Thim with a European uppercut from his knees, sending Thim over the top rope to the floor. Seamus steps between the ropes and gets a running start and drops an elbow across Thim’s chest. The referee starts the ten count, and Seamus is on his feet at four, he pulls Thim up and tries to roll him into the ring, but Thim catches him with a knee to the mid section, but Seamus shoves him away. Seamus charges and now Thim takes him down with a drop toe hold that sends Seamus’ head into the guard rail. The two men stop wrestling and just start trading punches, working back to their feet. Seamus swings wildly and Thim clotheslines him back into the crowd, then follows. They brawl through the fans working their way up to the concession area. Seamus picks up a bottle and smashes it upside Thim’s head, then clears off a table selling discounted Chickenshit Heels merchandise and sets Thim up and POWERBOMBS him through the table! Seamus staggers away, but Thim is quickly out of the wreckage of the table, grabs a t-shirt and wraps it around Seamus’ throat and whips him into the SYB bobble head table. The table falls over and there is little bits of SYB everywhere, sort of like after his match with Moose. Thim pulls Seamus out of the wreckage and tries a pile driver in the middle of the floor, but Seamus backdrops him, sending Thim crashing to the floor. Thim gets to his feet and calls for a weapon and the fans start throwing chairs onto the concourse. Thim takes one off the head that staggers him a little bit, by the time he gets his bearings, Seamus has a chair as well and the two men are at a standoff. By now the referee could have counted to ten a dozen times, so he calls for the bell. WINNER – double count out in 10:15
The two continue to brawl around the concourse, hitting each other with anything not nailed down until OOWF security finally breaks them up, much to the irritation of the crowd.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Mar 9, 2009 10:50:36 GMT -5
STANK vs. MOOSEHEAD JACK – OOWF Invitational FinalsMoose is out first to “Scarecrow” and he’s carrying his trusty barbed wire bat. The crowd is booing him more than normal; likely due to his opponent. Moose gets into the ring and slumps in the corner. Mel Creech yawns. “Skin” hits and Stank is at the top of the ramp. And, apparently, he ran into Tommy Dreamer on the way; because he’s got himself a Shopping Cart O’ Plunder! He finally selects a chair, nice continuity, and it’s covered with barbed wire! I guess that’s just for fun. Stank gets into the ring and starts pointing at Moose, who simply continues working on his slumping. Before we go any further, GM the Rick runs out with mic in hand: GMtR: Wait a damn minute! I can see that both of you are intent on killing one another tonight, and to be honest, I don’t care about that. What I do care about is having a winner in this tournament. And from the looks of things, if I allowed this match to start, it would end in a disqualification about ten seconds later. So, I am making an executive decision right here, right now. This match, the finals of the 2009 OOWF Invitational will be fought under…….no-disqualification rules! RING THE DAMN BELL!STANK vs. MOOSEHEAD JACK – OOWF Invitational Finals: No DisqualificationCreech calls for the bell and tries to look for a safe spot in the ring…WE’RE UNDERWAY! Moose jumps to his feet and charges Stank with the bat. Stank though, clearly, saw him coming and PLASTERS him with the barbed wire chair. 4.6 seconds into the match, and Moose is already bleeding. Moose teeters backward, and Stank WHIPS him to the ropes. Stank follows him in, and PLASTERS Moose with the chair again, sending him over the top, and to the outside. Stank hits a modified VANSTANKANTOR jumping from the apron, and Moose is in rough shape. Stank walks over to the Shopping Cart O’ Plunder and looks for something fun to play with. He ends up deciding on a Kendo Stick, but never gets a chance to use it, as Stank is SPEARED right into the shopping cart! Moose is weapon-free right now, but it doesn’t matter as he is raining lefts and rights down in rapid-fire fashion. Stank’s loopy. Moose goes to the Toppled Shopping Cart O’ Plunder. He’s got the required Trash Can, and promptly BLASTS it over Stank’s head. Moose goes back to the cart and finds some Tied Up Sacks Filled with Unknown Things. He throws them all into the ring, grabs the stray Kendo Stick, and blasts Stank with it a few times before tossing it into the ring. Back to the cart, and hey, it’s loose Barbed Wire! Moose wraps it around his fist, and starts punching away on Stank, finishing it off with some classy digging of the wire in Stank’s forehead. THAT goes in the ring. So does the Barbed Wire Chair. A Trash Can Lid, a Stop Sign, a Slow Children Sign, a Frying Pan and, hey look! A Cheese Grater! THAT goes in the ring too. Finally, Moose heaves the Cart into the ring, and goes back to Stank, and now he’s bleeding too. Moose goes to pull Stank up, but Stank BLASTS him with an UPPERNUT! Moose obviously didn’t see that coming and doubles over. SWINGING NECKBREAKER ON THE CEMENT from Stank. Moose doesn’t know where he is right now. Stank picks Moose up, and Lawn Darts him into the ring. Stank climbs in after him and throws the Shopping Cart at him. Stank covers, but Moose kicks out at 2. Stank looks around a bit and finds the Sacks Filled with Unknown Things. He grabs one, opens it and dumps it onto the mat…Thumbtacks. Stank grins and goes over to the still-prone Moose. He pulls Moose up…ALL the way up, and it’s a DELAYED VERTICAL ONE-HANDED SUPLEX RIGHT INTO THE THUMBTACKS! Moose HOWLS in pain, and as he rolls over we see literally hundreds of thumbtacks in his back, blood leaking from all of them. Stank winds up a HUGE kick to the ribs, which sends Moose halfway across the ring. Stank yells out to fire himself up, and stalks over to Moose. As he’s bending over to pull Moose up, he eats the STOP SIGN. Stank staggers a bit and does a Flair Flop. Nice touch. Moose pulls himself up and grabs another one of the Sacks. He dumps it out. Jacks. Like the old-school jacks you played with a ball, jacks. Moose wanders over to Stank and pulls him up. He drags him over into position, and hits a DDT ONTO THE JACKS! Stank yelps as he goes face-first into the Jacks. He’s now POURING blood from the face. Moose covers, but Stank gets his hand on the rope at 2. Moose pulls the big man up, and hits a GUTWRENCH SUPLEX, and grabs the Slow Children sign. Stank manages to get to the ropes and pull himself up. Moose charges with the sign over his head, and Stank bails out of the way, and Moose PASTES himself in the face as the Slow Children Sign bounces off the top rope. Moose falls flat on his back. Stank goes over to the last Unopened Sack, and dumps the contents on the mat. Glass Shards. He goes to pull up Moose, but Moose starts to fight back with punches to the gut, and finally he just starts BITING at some of the wounds on Stank’s head. Stank pulls away, and Moose tries to BULLDOG him, but Stank stops short, and HIP TOSSES MOOSE ONTO THE GLASS SHARDS! Moose rolls over, and we can see glass sticking out of his forehead. Stank slowly walks over to Moose to pull him up; and Moose throws a Handful of Glass Shards in his face! Moose, doing the shaky blood-loss thing gets to his feet, he spins Stank around, and EVENFLOW DDTS HIM INTO THE GLASS! Stank yells out in pain. Moose manages to cover, but Creech is slow getting over, and can only get 2. Moose rolls off, and he’s literally COVERED in blood. Moose wanders toward the Shopping Cart, and just heaves it at Stank, who isn’t really moving. Moose CHARGES and hits a BASEMENT DROPKICK INTO THE SHOPPING CART! That snapped Stank’s neck back. Moose stumbles trying to get to Stank, and finally does; but again, he can only get a 2 count. Moose can’t believe it, and just crawls off of Stank. He crawls all the way over to the corner, and starts to will himself up the turnbuckles. Finally, Moose is at the top, and he’s having a difficult time trying steadying himself. Finally he does, kinda, but Stank has been playing possum, and SPRINTS (yes, Stank SPRINTS…I know, right?) to the corner, and in one motion, gets Moose on his shoulders and STANK-Us him right into the glass! Stank flops on top, and good thing, because he’s not going anywhere either. WINNER, by PINFALL in 21:31…STANK! Stank is the OOWF Invitational Winner. Post-match, real medical officials flood the ring and get Moose and Stank on stretchers and out of the building in a hurry. There were no thumbs-up or any reason to think either of the two are still alive. A crew of at least 20 are there to clean out the ring, and then, hose it down to get rid of most of the blood which covered it. THE HEROES GUILD vs. IHOP – OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match“Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” blares across the arena and IHOP come to the top of the ramp, all of IHOP too, SYB, Skurge, The Amnesiac, Monkh, Fezzik and the Lovely and Talented Dorothy Mantooth. They pause for a moment as the fans mostly cheer for them, then they head to the ring. IHOP is trying to reclaim the Campeonas de Trios titles they held for so long. The music stops and “With Jupiter in Mind” plays and Concrete TG leads The Heroes Guild, Blitz and Nayr to the ring. Damon Wrath is still recovering from his earlier match with Tytan evidently. The Heroes step between the ropes and offer handshakes to IHOP, and they refuse, even Skurge, despite being Canadian. The Heroes shrug it off and head to their corner. It looks like Skurge and Crete will start things off, the referee calls for the bell, and this one is underway. Crete and Skurge meet in the center of the ring and lock up, Skurge pushes Crete into a neutral corner, and the referee calls for a clean break, and gets it. As Skurge backs away though, SYB runs down the apron and catches Crete with a forearm to the side of the head. As Crete turns around to face SYB and protest his shenanigans, Skurge grabs Crete from behind and hits a trio of rolling German suplexes, then pulls Crete up and hits a fourth release German. Crete lands on the back of his head and is clearly dazed, Skurge falls on him and covers, but only gets a two count. Skurge pulls Crete to his feet and whips him into the IHOP corner and tags in The Amnesiac. TA comes in and measures Crete, letting him take a few steps out of the corner, then hits a palm strike right to the sternum that sends Crete back to the corner, then down to the mat. TA grabs Crete’s leg and pulls him to the middle of the ring and locks him in a half crab, then reaches back and grabs the arm on the same side and hooks that, twisting Crete into a pretzel. Crete howls in pain but ignores the referee when he asks him to quit. After several agonizing moments, Blitz runs into the ring and catches The Amnesiac with a boot to the back of the head to break the hold. TA lurches forward and SYB tags himself in. SYB steps through the ropes and waits for a dazed Crete to get to his feet. When he does, SYB lifts him for an Olympic slam, but Crete slips off SYB’s shoulders, spins SYB around and hits a STUNNER! SYB bounces halfway across the ring before coming to a rest. Both men are down and the referee has started the ten count. Blitz and Nayr are stomping on the apron trying to get the fans behind them, and it is working. SYB gets to his feet and goes to grab Crete, but Crete makes that final lunge and tags in Nayr. SYB begs off, but Nayr springs to the top rope and leaps at SYB catching him with a flying clothesline/elbow. Nayr springs to his feet and ducks a clothesline attempt by Skurge and catches The Amnesiac with a forearm to the face, then grabs him for a bulldog. Skurge turns around and Nayr grabs him for a DDT. Nayr leaps and falls to the mat taking out both members of IHOP! He jumps to his feet in celebration and gets NAILED with the JERSEY TURNPIKE! Nayr doubles over in pain and SYB rolls him up from behind and gets the one, two, NO! Nayr kicks out! SYB pulls Nayr to his feet and sends him to the ropes, but lowers his head a moment too soon and Nayr grabs SYB in a small package for a two count. SYB kicks out and spins to his feet, and from the mat, Nayr sweeps SYB’s feet sending him right back to the mat. Nayr kips up and runs to the ropes and springs off the middle rope and catches SYB with a cross body block just as he gets to his feet. SYB rolls through and grabs the tights, but can only get a two count. Nayr gets to his feet and ducks a clothesline attempt from SYB and lifts him and crotches him on the top rope, then tags in Blitz. Blitz climbs to the top rope and leaps and catches SYB on the back of the head with a missile drop kick that sends SYB crashing to the mat then to the floor. Blitz gets a running start and leaps over the top rope, trying for a plancha splash, but SYB moves out of the way and Blitz crashes back first to the concrete floor. SYB pulls him to his feet and rolls him into the ring, then scrambles into the ring and covers, but Blitz kicks out at two. SYB reaches out and tags in Skurge, Skurge charges in and immediately drops a knee into the small of Blitz’s back, then keeps it planted there and pulls back on his chin, clawing at his face. Blitz works his way to the ropes and forces the break, but Skurge pulls him off the ropes and pulls him to his feet and unleashes a barrage of CANADIAN VIOLENCE! Killing Blitz with chops, kicks and punches, then scooping him up and dropping him across his knee with a pendulum backbreaker, then covering for a two count before Nayr breaks it up. This brings the rest of IHOP into the ring, which draws Crete into the ring. The six men brawl in the ring while the referee is trying to break it up. From the outside SYB throws a chair into the ring and it catches Blitz with a glancing blow, not enough to knock him out, but enough to irritate him. Blitz grabs the chair and waits for SYB to get back into the ring. As SYB turns around, Blitz BLASTS him with a chair shot to the face, JUST as the referee turns around! He immediately calls for the bell, much to the disbelief of Crete. WINNERS in 15:55 by disqualification - IHOP MATTE vs. DH MAGNUSSON – OOWF Onslaught Championship MatchThe challenger, DH Magnusson, makes his way to the ring first to a chorus of boos from the fans. Quite a surprise considering he was once one of the most popular wrestlers in OOWF. Magnusson steps to the corner and completely ignores the fans taunts. The OOWF Onslaught champion Matte is announced and he heads to the ring looking completely bored with everything around him. He tosses the title to the referee and slumps in the corner waiting for the bell. The referee holds the title up in the air and calls for the bell. As soon as the bell rings, Magnusson charges to the corner Matte is sitting in, but Matte sees him coming and slides under the bottom rope to the floor. Magnusson leaves the ring and chases Matte around the ring. Matte slides under the bottom rope and immediately gets to his feet, as Magnusson slides under the ropes and gets to his feet, Matte grabs him and PLANTS him with a Nevermind DDT! Matte can’t go for the cover though because Magnusson rolls around grabbing his head and falls right back out of the ring. Matte sits in the middle of the ring and tells the referee to start the ten count, he will take a count out win just as much as a pin fall win. The referee gets to five, and Magnusson climbs back onto the apron and looks at Matte. Matte gets to his feet as Magnusson steps between the ropes and charges Magnusson and catches him with a knee to the midsection, then lifts him with a vertical suplex, floats over and covers, but Magnusson kicks out at two. Matte pulls Magnusson to his feet and sends him to the ropes and tries a clothesline, but Magnusson ducks and bounds off the opposite ropes, and catches Matte with a big boot to the face that sends the champ flying to the corner. Magnusson charges into the corner and sandwiches Matte with a clothesline, then grabs him for a bulldog, but Matte holds on, so Magnusson spins around and DRIVES several knees into his midsection and ribs. Magnusson lifts Matte and sets him on the top rope and tries to climb up for a superplex, but Matte slips over Magnusson’s shoulder, lands on his feet and takes the big man off the middle rope with a power bomb! Matte folds him up and covers, but only gets a two count. When Magnusson kicks out, Matte grabs his leg and flips him over and locks him in a STF! Magnusson yells in pain, but can easily reach out and grab the bottom rope, forcing the break. That’s his first. Matte reluctantly releases the hold and gets to his feet. Per the Onslaught rules, Magnusson is allowed to get to his feet and the two men meet in the center of the ring again and lock up, this time Magnusson buries a knee in Matte’s midsection, then grabs his head and slams him in the face with a head butt. Matte sinks to one knee and Magnusson picks him up and hits an atomic drop, then bounds off the ropes and nearly decapitates him with a clothesline. Magnusson covers, but Matte rolls his shoulder at two. DH is not swayed in the least, he keeps Matte on the mat and drives several knees into the side of his face, then pulls him up and tries a whip to the ropes, but Matte reverses it and takes Magnusson down with a drop toe hold, hanging him on the middle rope. Matte uses the ropes to spring over the top rope, dropping an elbow on the back of Magnusson’s head, leaving Matte sitting on the apron and Magnusson rolling in pain in the ring. It also draws a warning from the referee since the ropes are technically a foreign object under the onslaught rules. Matte slides into the ring and waits for Magnusson to get to his feet and charges at him with a clothesline, but Magnusson catches Matte and KILLS him with a black hole slam! Magnusson covers, but Matte rolls his shoulder at two. DH snaps at the referee believing that was a three count, and then turns his attention back to Matte, and HAMMERS him with closed fist shots to the face. This draws a warning from the referee, which only makes Magnusson angrier. He gets to his feet and backs the referee to the corner screaming at him that that should have been a three count and essentially questioning his credentials as a referee. Matte gets to his feet and charges into the corner, but Magnusson side steps and Matte crashes into the referee! The ref is down! Magnusson grabs a stunned Matte and hits the DREAMSTREET! He has Matte trapped in the dragon sleeper, Matte is frantically trying to escape, but he cannot and eventually he fades and goes limp, but there is no referee to make the call! Magnusson releases the hold and walks over and pulls the referee to his feet and paint brushes him a few times to bring him back around. The referee sees Matte down and finally comes to his senses. Magnusson walks over and tries to pick what appears to be an unconscious Matte to his feet, but Matte grabs him in a small package and gets a two and 99/100ths count. Magnusson gets to his feet and roars in indignation thinking he has been pinned. Matte is also up, though barely. DH charges trying to clothesline Magnusson over the top rope, but Matte low bridges him and Magnusson flies over the top rope to the floor. On the outside Magnusson is on his hands and knees and appears to pull something out of his pocket, but we can’t really see. DH climbs onto the apron and Matte moves to pull him back into the ring. Magnusson swings wildly and Matt ducks it and grabs him for a belly to back suplex, but as he gets Magnusson in the air, we see that DH is wearing brass knuckles! He pops Matte between the eyes when the ref can’t see anything and both men fall to the mat, Magnusson on top of Matte. DH tucks the knucks back into his shorts and hooks the leg and gets the one, two, three! What a travesty! WINNER in 12:15 and NEW OOWF Onslaught Champion – DH Magnusson THE TEAM FROM DOWN UNDER vs. PHANTOS & LUCIOS – Titles vs. Career Match“The Eyes of Texas” blasts through the speakers as Phantos and Lucios appear at the top of the ramp, and turn around to salute the waving Texas Flag on the Jumbotron. The jackass crowd has started the “Na Na Na Na” chant already. Satisfied with their tribute, Phantos and Lucios make their customary entrance into the ring, and bounce off the ropes to warm up. The song is quickly cut off, to make way for “Thunderstruck”, and the crowd erupts in cheers as the Tag Team Champions, The Team from Down Under appears at the top of the ramp. Phantos and Lucios are in the ring fuming because they’re wearing their belts on their shoulders. The pyro completes and they make their way down the ramp. As they’re climbing into the ring, Phantos and Lucios jump them, and Davis Hightower calls for the bell…WE’RE UNDERWAY! Phantos and Lucios are hammering away on Gatorbait and Outback Jack. Lucios finally clotheslines OBJ, and OBJ falls to the outside. Lucios follows him out, and we see the in-ring action, which is Phantos beating the holy hell out of Gatorbait. Phantos finally beats Gator into the corner, and then starts in by leveling Gator in the gut with knees. Phantos eventually tires of this, and hits a HURRICARANA out of the corner. Phantos scrambles to the top, and hits a MOONSAULT. Phantos covers and gets a LONG 2-count. Phantos is relentless, as he just rolls on top of Gator and starts slugging away again. Phantos somersaults off and pulls Gator up, and whips him into the corner. SPIRAL SPLASH from Gator, and Gator doesn’t really know where he is. Propped against the corner, Phantos hits a TRIPLE DROPKICK, and Gator flops onto the mat. Phantos to the top again, and hits the SUICIDE LEGDROP! Phantos covers and that should do it! 1, 2…OBJ breaks up the count at the last second, diving in from the outside. OBJ jumps on Phantos now, and Hightower is telling OBJ to get out of the ring. Good luck. OBJ whips Phantos to the ropes, and hits a BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX, and Phantos flies…far. Lucios finally struggles into the ring, apparently getting the worst of the exchange outside. Lucios drills OBJ with a Flying Burrito, and this gives Hightower the chance to get the two big men out of the ring. Phantos and Gator are up almost simultaneously, and run right at each other. Gator stops short and absolutely BLISTERS Phantos with a Jumping Spin Kick. Phantos lost his gum on that one, and Gator is right on the attack. He whips Phantos into the corner, and nails him with a Spinning Back Fist, and then nails some BIG CHOPS (WHOOO) that turns Phantos’ chest red. Gator shows some great agility, and leapfrogs Phantos to the top rope, and hits a BLOCKBUSTER. Gator covers, and Lucios is able to dive in to break up the count just in time. OBJ comes in to protest and, well, Hightower chases him back to the corner to allow P&L to work some shenanigans. They get Gator up, and hit a DOUBLE GUTBUSTER followed by a DOUBLE SUPLEX. Lucios pulls Gator up, and whips him HARD into their corner. He then WHIPS Phantos into the same corner, obliterating Gator in the process as Lucios scrambles to the outside JUST as Hightower turns around. Phantos hits a couple of punches, and holds Gator’s arms behind his back as Lucios tags himself in. He climbs in and delivers a big kick to the gut. He pulls Gator up and hits a GORDBUSTER. He pulls him up again, and hits a BORDER TOSS! Lucios covers, and OBJ breaks up the count. Again, Hightower argues OBJ out of the ring. Lucios hits a SPINNING POWERBOMB, and drags Gator over to their corner. Phantos climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits. When Hightower turns around, he tags Lucios, and hits a SENTON BACKSPLASH. Phantos pulls up Gatorbait, and WHIPS him into the corner, hitting a SPIRAL SPLASH! Lucios tags himself in. Phantos holds Gator in place until Lucios can get to him. They set up and HIT THE DROPKICK DEVICE! It’s OVER! Lucios covers, and OBJ just BARELY breaks up the count with a BASEMENT DROPKICK just as Hightower’s hand was coming down for the third time. Again, Hightower leads OBJ out of the ring, as Phantos and Lucios stomp away at the lifeless Gatorbait. Hightower turns around and sees the illegal activity, and forces Phantos out of the ring. Lucios pulls Gator up, and hits a HAMMERLOCK SLAM! Lucios covers, and OBJ is BARELY able to break up the count before Phantos can stop him. OBJ has had enough, and BOOMERANGS Phantos to the floor before Hightower can lead OBJ away. Lucios takes a couple of swipes at OBJ as he makes his way out. He walks backward away from OBJ shouting non-obscenity obscenities at him, and just as Hightower turns around, GATORBAIT ROLLS LUCIOS UP! 1, 2, thr…NO! Lucios just does kick out and he’s PISSED. He lays Gator out with a big kick to the ribs. He pulls Gator up, and pulls him ALL the way up. ONE-HANDED DELAYED VERTICAL SUPLEX by Lucios. Lucios turns and tags in the just-back-to-the-apron Phantos. Phantos shakes the cobwebs out, and climbs to the top turnbuckle, and takes off for a SUICIDE LEGDROP…and MISSES! Gator just does roll out of the way, and Phantos might have actually hurt himself. He gets up and is holding his hamstring. He walks over to Gator, and gets NAILED with a KICK TO THE TEMPLE. Phantos goes down hard. Gator is still down. Hightower starts a count. Hightower is up to 7 when both men start to crawl to their corners. Phantos gets to Lucios first. Gatorbait dives and MAKES THE HOT TAG! OBJ comes FLYING in! BOOMERANG to Lucios. OBJ PUNCHES Phantos off the apron. Another BOOMERANG to Lucios, and OBJ is FIRED UP, and screams for the crowd. He gets Lucios up, and hits a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! Lucios hits the back of his head HARD. OBJ stomps away, before pulling Lucios up, and WHIPPING him into his corner. Mount Punch to 10, and Lucios is looped. OBJ holds Lucios as Gatorbait tags himself in. They hit THE CHOMP! OBJ runs across the ring to cut off Phantos! Davin Moreland is FLYING down the ramp! Hightower counts! 1, 2, 3! Just as Davin broke up the count! WINNERS in 24:51 by PINFALL...THE TEAM FROM DOWN UNDER! Phantos and Lucios by Stipulation MUST leave town! REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER on Gatorbait! Davin CLOTHESLINES OBJ out of the ring! Davin PRESS SLAMS Gatorbait out of the ring. He turns around and falls to his knees, and realization is sinking in for the three. The crowd started the obnoxious “Na Na Na Na” chant, but it kind of tapers off when it doesn’t get any momentum. Phantos is checking on Lucios and helps him to his feet. Davin gets to his feet and walks over. The crowd is dead silent as the three are exchanging a few words in the ring. Davin is openly weeping at this point and is making no effort to cover it. Lucios extends his hand for a handshake, and instead, Davin shakes him off and gives him the manhug. They both hug Phantos too, and one can guess that behind the masks, Phantos and Lucios are crying too. The start of a “D-L-P” chant is heard, and it continues to crescendo until finally it’s a full-blown chant that echoes throughout the arena. The three are genuinely surprised by the reaction, and raise each other’s arms in the middle of the ring, and do it to all 4 sides. Finally Phantos tells them they should get going, and the “D-L-P” chant fires back up. As they’re turning to leave up the ramp, Run D.M.C.’s “Walk This Way” starts to blast over the PA. FIREWOMAN vs. TYSON KINCAID – OOWF Intercontinental Title MatchTyson Kincaid is announced and makes his way to the ring followed by the OOWF Intercontinental champion Firewoman. Fire hands her title to the referee and he holds it up for the arena to see while both wrestlers stand nose to nose. The referee sends them to their corners and checks each one for weapons. When he is satisfied that both are clean, he calls them to the middle of the ring, then calls for the bell. Fire and Tyson slowly circle and then lock up, Tyson gets the leverage advantage and pushes Fire to the corner, the referee calls for a clean break and gets it, but then Fire sets the tone of the match by shoving Kincaid back to the middle of the ring. Kincaid responds with a chop that catches Fire off guard, then grabs her and sends her to the ropes, but lowers his head a moment too soon and Fire leap frogs him and puts on the breaks. As Kincaid stands up and turns around, Fire tries a spinning heel kick, but Kincaid ducks it and catches Fire and hits a SIDE EFFECT! As Fire hits the mat, Kincaid traps her in an ANACONDA VICE! Fire struggles and looks to the ropes, but she is too far away. As she is fading, Fire shows her flexibility by swinging her leg up and catching Kincaid’s head and pulling him back into a head scissors! Kincaid flips out of that and Fire bridges up and tries to reverse it into a backslide, but Kincaid slips free and tries a clothesline, Fire ducks and grabs Kincaid from behind and hits a dragon suplex! Kincaid lands HARD on the back of his head and rolls out of the ring. Fire waits for Kincaid to get to his feet and gets a running start and leaps over the top rope, but Kincaid catches her, and dumps her ribs first onto the guard rail. Fire falls into the crowd, but Kincaid will not give her a moment’s rest, he reaches into the crowd and hooks Fire and suplexes her back to ringside. Fire hits the cement floor hard and comes up grabbing her ribs. Kincaid rolls Fire back into the ring and climbs the corner and leaps, driving an elbow right onto her ribs. Kincaid covers, but Fire kicks out at two. Tyson gets to his feet and grabs Fire’s legs and starts kicking both hamstrings repeatedly, then rolls her over into a Texas cloverleaf. Fire is too far from the ropes for a rope break, so she reaches back and starts pulling Kincaid’s leg back trying to reverse the move, or at least take away Kincaid’s leverage. Finally after nearly five agonizing minutes, Fire gets Kincaid off balance enough that he falls forward releasing the hold. Fire drags herself to the corner and tries to massage the feeling back into her legs. Kincaid sees her sitting there and charges into the corner trying for a knee to the face, but Fire falls to the mat and rolls to the apron, and Kincaid slams into the corner sternum first. Fire gets to her feet on the apron and connects with a kick to the back of Kincaid’s head that sends him to the mat. Fire jumps off the apron and grabs Kincaid’s arm and pulls him forward, driving his shoulder into the ring post. Fire is not done though, she takes Kincaid’s arm and repeatedly slams it into the ring post. Finally, on the verge of being counted out, Fire slides back into the ring and pulls Kincaid to his feet, hammerlocks his arm and scoops him up and slams him on the mat, but as Fire slams him, her knee buckles, still sporting the effects of that Texas cloverleaf, and she falls to the mat as well. We hear the announcement that thirty minutes has passes…..thirty minutes and the referee starts the ten count. As the referee gets to seven, Tyson Kincaid gets to his feet shaking his arm and holding his shoulder, but wait, is that the one Fire did some damage to? Hmmm. Kincaid lines Fire up and gets a running kick for an Orton kick to the head, but Fire moves out of the way and sweeps Kincaid’s leg as he passes sending him to the mat. Fire gets to her feet and immediately drops a knee on Kincaid’s chest. As Kincaid gets to his hands and knees, Fire grabs a mahistrol cradle for a two count. Kincaid slips out of it and gets to his feet, but Fire catches him right on the jaw with a super kick that sends him against the ropes, as Kincaid staggers forward, Fire lifts him onto her shoulders and hits a DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! Fire covers, hooking the leg, but Kincaid kicks out at two. Fire shows a little frustration and grabs her knee in pain, then pulls Kincaid up and moves him to the corner, where she sets him on the top rope. Fire climbs to the second rope and hooks him for a superplex, but Kincaid blocks it with shots to the ribs. Fire, fights back, rocking Kincaid with rights to the temple. Finally Fire leaps in the air and snaps Kincaid off with the FLAMETHROWER! Kincaid hits the mat hard and falls out of the ring, once again we see him shaking his arm, he gets to his feet, and immediately falls to one knee and seems to be trying to clear his head. Inside the ring, Firewoman gets to her feet and looks for Kincaid, she sees him on the outside and yells for him to get into the ring and fight. Kincaid glares at her and steps between the ropes again. The two of them meet in the middle of the ring and trade punches, Fire rakes the eyes and sends Kincaid to the corner, but he stops himself and springs in the air and Fire comes charging after him. Fire stops herself and turns around, and Kincaid grabs her and hits a CODEBREAKER! Fire falls back to the corner and sits stunned, Kincaid gets back to his feet and gets a running start and charges into the corner and SLAMS his knee right into Fire’s face. Fire slumps to the mat. Forty-Five minutes has passed……forty-five minutes. Kincaid pulls Fire to the middle of the ring and covers, but only gets a two count, he covers again and gets another two count, he covers a third time, this time hooking the leg and gets yet another two count. Finally he pulls Fire to a sitting position and locks her in a sitting abdominal stretch, trying to separate those ribs again. Fire grimaces in pain as Kincaid drives elbows into her ribs trying for a submission. The referee barks at her asking if she wants to quit, but Fire won’t even answer him. Fire fights her way to her feet and flips Kincaid to the mat, but slumps to the mat herself holding her ribs. Fire grabs Kincaid by the head and lands some stiff shots to the face before pulling him to his feet and sending him to the ropes. As Kincaid rebounds Fire catches him with a release belly-to-belly suplex sending him across the ring. Fire gets to her feet and once again yells for Kincaid to follow, Tyson gets up and charges, but Fire takes him to the mat with a drop toe hold, then quickly grabs Kincaid’s arms and pulls them back. Fire looks at the crowd, then down at Kincaid, then FIRESTOMPS him! Fire rolls Kincaid over and covers, but Tyson rolls his shoulder at two. Fire pulls Kincaid up and shoves him to the corner and sets him on the top rope and climbs up on the second rope. Is she going for a superplex or a Flamethrower? Neither as it turns out. Kincaid catches Fire on the temple with an elbow, and grabs her by the throat and CHOKESLAMS her off the top! Fire hits the mat hard and Kincaid steps to the top rope, then seems to have an issue with something and has to take a second to balance himself. Fire takes this opportunity to get back to her feet and charge the corner and run the turnbuckle and try a hurracarana, but Kincaid gets it together in time and reverses it into a SITOUT TOP ROPE POWERBOMB! Kincaid keeps Fire’s shoulders down and gets the one, two, thre…..NO! How on EARTH did Fire kick out of that? Fifty-five minutes has passed…….fifty-five minutesKincaid quickly gets to his feet knowing Fire is vulnerable. He pulls her up and hits a gut wrench suplex, then follows that with a moonsault off the middle rope for another two count. Kincaid pulls Fire to her feet and lifts her onto his shoulders and hits the OCD-DT! He covers again and once again gets a two count. Kincaid allows a little frustration to set in, which is all the opening Fire needed. She spins Kincaid around and knees him in the midsection doubling him over, then takes him to the mat with a hangman’s neck breaker, then traps Kincaid in the LAST CHANCERY! Fire throws knees at Kincaid’s head trying for the submission win, but Kincaid will not give up! Can he last another two minutes in this? Kincaid struggles, and finally, somehow gets the toe of his boot on the bottom rope forcing the break. Kincaid slides out of the ring and desperately tries to recover while Fire gets on her feet in the middle of the ring and sees there is only slightly more than a minute left. Kincaid climbs back onto the apron and Fire grabs him for a suplex back inside, but Kincaid slips over her shoulder and grabs her around the waist and hits a high German suplex with a bridge one…..two….thre…..NO! Fire rolls her shoulder. Both spin to their feet quickly and a fist fight breaks out. Fire swings wildly and Tyson catches her arm and locks in the cobra clutch, but he only has it on for a few seconds when the bell rings! The referee separates them and sends them to their corners and checks with the time keeper, ladies and gentlemen, we have a DRAW! WINNER - 60:00 time limit draw Kincaid sinks to his knees as the realization sinks in. He slowly gets to his feet and walks to the middle of the ring where Fire is also slumped on the mat holding her Intercontinental title. Kincaid looks at Fire for a moment, and she slowly gets to her feet waiting for the attack to come, but it doesn’t. Instead, Kincaid extends his hand. The crowd roars as Kincaid stands there with his hand out. Firewoman looks around for a moment, not sure what to do, then she looks at Kincaid and after a moment pause takes his hand and shakes it. The crowd pops big for this and the two share a quick embrace, then Kincaid drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Firewoman climbs on the turnbuckle and holds her title high in the air. Kincaid heads up the ramp and gets about halfway up, then turns and looks back at Fire. What Kincaid doesn’t see is Tytan sprinting down the ramp. Tytan throws a forearm that catches Kincaid on the back of the head sending him to the steel. Tytan slides under the ropes and grabs the referee and says something to him. The referee looks at him in astonishment, then motions to the announcer…. Ladies and Gentlemen, Tytan would like to cash in his Intercontinental title shot for a match…..RIGHT NOW The bell rings and we are underway FIREWOMAN vs. TYTAN – OOWF Intercontinental Title MatchFire jumps off the apron and tosses the title to the mat and charges at Tytan. Tytan side steps and shoves Fire to the ropes and tries to catch her with a side slam, but Fire reverses it into a hurracarana. Fire spins to her feet and loads up for a super kick, waiting for Tytan to get to his feet. Tytan stands up and Fire throws the kick, but Tytan catches her foot, pulls her toward him and nearly DECAPITATES her with a clothesline! Firewoman is dazed. On the outside, Kincaid is struggling to get to his feet. Tytan looks right at Kincaid and pulls Fire to her feet and hits the STEINER SCREWDRIVER! Tytan covers, and after all that, there is no way Fire can kick out, and Tytan gets the one, two, three. WINNER in 2:11 and NEW OOWF Intercontinental Champion – Tytan After the match, Tytan grabs the title and holds it high in the air as the boos rain down on him. He pulls Fire to her feet calls for Mr. Biggs to bring a chair into the ring. Biggs holds Fire and Tytan lines him up for a shot. Before he can swing the chair though, Tyson slides back into the ring and shoves Tytan. Biggs drops Fire and she rolls out of the ring to the floor. Tyson and Tytan are in a heated argument, as it gets more violent, Tyson suddenly starts blinking and staggering. He grabs his left arm and falls to one knee. Tyson seems to be struggling for breath. Finally he falls to the mat. On the outside Fire is watching what is going on in the ring with a mix of rage and concern on her face. Tytan stands over him laughing, then pulls him up and yells for the CORPORATE FALLOUT! But before he can lift Kincaid, Fire slides back into the ring and grabs the chair Tytan had dropped and SLAMS Tytan on the back of the head, then gives Biggs a shot to the skull for good measure as well. The bail out of the ring and Fire kneels next to Kincaid and waves to the back. Paramedics rush to the ring and immediately start working on him. While they are working, Fire slowly slips out of the ring and makes her way to the back, never taking her eyes off the ring. DAVIN MORELAND vs. LD WILLIAMS vs. POE – OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match“Misera Cantare” blasts over the PA, and the crowd scrambles to their feet to cheer Poe, who is accompanied at the top of the ramp by the lovely Selena Gomez. The pyro goes off and they proceed down the ramp, and Selena is signing autographs and posing for pictures. They finally get in the ring, and Poe poses some before he shuffles Selena out of the ring. His music stops, and is quickly replaced by “Jekyll and Hyde”, and LD Williams stands at the top of the ramp. He gets a pretty pyro display and a quality ovation as he makes his way down. He climbs into the ring, and in his typical no-nonsense manner and stands, unblinking, staring up the ramp. The crowd’s cheering has stopped, and they’ve already started booing, even before “Notorious” fires up. Once it does, the booing just intensifies, and even more so when Davin Moreland and Samantha Darling appear at the top of the ramp. He’s wearing the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship around his waist, and is holding up 3 fingers on each hand, high over his head. He’s got a shit-eating grin on his face as the ostentatious pyro goes off. He takes his sweet-ass time getting to the ring, making a big production of it; getting shit on the whole way down. He finally climbs into the ring, and kisses the belt before handing it to Senior Referee Davis Hightower. He holds it high in the air. This match is for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship. Hightower hands the belt to the outside and calls for the bell…WE’RE UNDERWAY! LD and Poe immediately charge Davin, but Davin ducks the Double-Clothesline try, and hits a Double-Clothesline of his own. LD falls, and Poe is staggered but still standing. Davin scoops Poe and hits a Sidewalk Slam, and immediately covers. LD breaks up the count, but Poe was kicking out anyway. LD is about to go after Davin, when Poe hits him with a Drop Toe Hold, he rolls LD and covers, and barely gets to 2 before Davin hits a HOGAN LEGDROP to break the count. Davin covers Poe, and he kicks out at 2. Davin is back to his feet, and LD rolls him up! THAT gets 2 before Poe breaks it up. Poe hooks LD’s legs, and THAT gets 2, as LD kicks out. Davin DRILLS Poe from behind with a straight kick to the back of the head. Poe drops, but LD covers, and he gets 2 before Davin can pull him off. Davin pulls LD up, and hits a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX which sends LD across the ring. Quickly, Davin runs over and covers. That was the first legit 2 count of the match, before Poe breaks it up with a kick to Davin’s head. Davin gets heated and gets right in Poe’s face, delivering the SLAP OF DISRESPECT! Poe smirks and goes to slap Davin back, and instead, he SLAPS LD who was standing behind him. LD spins halfway around, selling the slap, and Davin uses the opportunity to roll up Poe! He’s got his feet on the ropes! 1…2…LD barely gets in before 3 to rip Davin off. LD goes to work on Davin, punching away at his face and then smashing the back of his head into the mat. Hightower has to pull LD off of Davin. LD goes to get back to Davin, when Poe rolls HIM up. THAT gets a 2 count, and Poe tries to get back on LD, but LD beats him to the punch by getting to his feet quickly. LD blocks a right hand, and delivers a right of his own that smashes Poe in the nose and bloodies him. With Poe stunned, LD kicks him in the gut, and HITS THE DDT! LD covers! 1…2…NO! Davin delivers a MISSILE DROPKICK to break the count up. Davin turns to LD, and pulls him up, and delivers a SLINGSHOT SUPLEX. Davin goes up top and faces toward the crowd. He takes off for a MOONSAULT and instead EATS A HIEROGLYPH from Poe in midair! Poe quickly covers! 1…2…LD breaks up the count by pulling Poe off. LD isn’t done with Poe yet, dropping 2 elbows on Poe’s Ankle. Poe tries to get up, but LD locks in an ANKLE LOCK before he can! Poe is relatively near the ropes, but the ring technician LD Williams is almost totally in the corner, and Poe at 7’ tall, is facing the center of the ring! Poe has almost nowhere to go, and looks like he’s pretty close to tapping before LD gets hit with a BLOCKBUSTER, which breaks the hold; and Davin scrambles over to LD. He quickly pulls him up and hits a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX on LD. He SPRINTS to LD, and makes the cover…1…2…thr…Poe BARELY breaks it up, and has a tough time following up. Davin pounces on Poe, and starts slugging away with some Greco-Roman punches to the face. In fact, he starts going all “Ralphie from ‘A Christmas Story’” on him, complete with the string of expletives. Poe is very bloodied-up at this point, and could probably use a doctor. Well, maybe after the match. Davin pulls Poe up, and hooks him in for a POWERBOMB. He’s got Poe up, but before he can follow through, he gets SPEARED by LD. Poe falls, but it could have been much worse. LD covers and Poe is out of position…1…2…Davin kicks out just in time. As Davin instinctively rolls to his stomach, LD takes this opportunity to LOCK ON THE STF! He’s got him, and Davin is in a BAD way here. In fact, LD has him in for a full minute, and Davin looks like he’s going to tap for the first time ever in his career! Just before that happens, Poe hits a RUNNING SPLASH that breaks up the count. This time it’s Poe in command, and he starts teeing off on LD. He WHIPS LD to the corner, and hits a BIG SPLASH! LD stumbles out, and Poe easily gets him on his shoulders. Poe hits THE PENDULUM, and dives for the cover. 1…2…NO! Davin is just able to pull Poe off of LD. Davin tries to follow up, but instead Poe drags Davin to his feet, and starts punching him in the nose, and now Davin’s sporting the blood too. Poe is clearly pissed off and doesn’t seem to be his normal, collected self all of a sudden. In fact, with each punch, he’s talking more and more shit to Davin. Davin’s head is ROCKED with each shot, and he looks like he’s out on his feet. Finally, you can hear Poe say “You’re not taking it away from me this time”, and gets Davin on his shoulder. He hits THE CRUCIFIXION! That should be it! 1…2…LD JUST…and I mean JUST stops the count by dragging Hightower out of the way. Poe looks up and he can’t believe it. Poe stalks LD, but LD isn’t as hurt as he looks, and he drills Poe in the gut. You can almost hear the air leave Poe’s lungs. LD jumps to his feet, and tries to kick Poe in the head, but Poe catches his foot with a smirk. LD smirks back, and NAILS HIM WITH AN ENZIGURI! LD hits the near ropes, and drops a BIG ELBOW to the back of Poe’s head. LD covers, and this should do it. 1…2…and Davin hits a STANDING 450 SPLASH to break the count! LD can’t believe it, and he and Davin square off. LD tries to punch him, but Davin just grabs LD’s arm, and then GOOZLES him! Davin gets LD up…CHOKE SLAM! Davin covers! 1….2…Poe breaks it up with the ol’ reliable Double Axe Handle. Davin LEAPS at Poe, and SPEARS him into the ropes! Davin springs up, and hits a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER! That’s it! 1…2…and LD HAS DAVIN IN AN STF! Davin is in big trouble, and, like Poe, he’s facing away from the ropes too. LD really has it locked in; and Davin is in HUGE trouble here, having already sat through an STF before. Davin is SCREAMING in pain, but it also seems to be keeping him from tapping too. Eventually, the screaming stops, and Davin is FADING! Davin’s got his hand up, and he’s going to tap…until Poe puts Davin’s hand on the rope! Hightower makes LD break the hold, and he goes right after LD. Poe sidesteps him, and LD just misses smashing into the turnbuckle. Poe ROLLS HIM UP! 1….2….and Davin kills Poe with a SHINING WIZARD! Davin easily picks up LD, and LAWN DARTS him to the outside. Davin is over to Poe now, who is loopy after his kick to the head. He’s got Poe up, and gets him into the corner. He gets Poe up to the top turnbuckle. He soon joins him, and hooks Poe in. Davin leaps, and HITS SWEET DREAMS! Poe is DONE! Davin covers…1…2…and LD DRAGS HIM OUT OF THE RING! LD is in beast mode, and he is beating the holy hell out of Davin. Davin’s looped, and he gets WHIPPED into the Ring Apron. LD WHIPS him into the STEEL STEPS, splaying them everywhere! LD quickly pulls Davin up, and WHIPS him into the Dawsonvillian Announce Table! LD rolls Davin onto the table. What’s he doing? LD gets on the table, and pulls Davin up. He hooks him in, and NAILS THE DDT THROUGH THE TABLE! Davin is DEAD! LD climbs out of the rubble and heads for the ring. He notices Poe is still out. Quickly, LD is over to the cover…1…2…NO! Poe kicked out! LD pulls Poe up, and WHIPS him to the corner, and follows him in with a Splash. LD climbs the turnbuckles behind Poe. LD hits a BLOCKBUSTER! LD wastes no time, and pulls Poe up one more time, and tries for the DDT, but Poe REVERSES INTO THE CRUCIFIXION! LD is now deceased. Poe is in no condition to cover, and Hightower doesn’t quite know what to do. Finally, Poe drags him over to the carcass of LD, and drapes an arm over it. 1….2….SHOOTING STAR PRESS from Davin CONNECTS in the nick of time. Davin is bleeding from EVERYWHERE, and looks like he used the last of his energy to pull that move off. All 3 men are down, and it’s actually LD who’s up first. He surveys the scene, and decides that Davin looks worse, so he covers…1….2…Poe pulls LD off by the back of the head! LD swings at Poe, but Poe ducks and gets LD up…he HITS THE PENDULUM! Poe covers! 1…2…and Davin has Poe in the ANKLE LOCK! Davin is doing the blood-loss-shaky-thing, but it’s not long before he Grapevines the Leg, and Poe can’t take much more of this! Much like Davin before, he’s screaming to keep from tapping out! Davin just screams “TAP YOU SON OF A BITCH!” over and over again. Finally unable to stand anymore, Poe taps out! Which is all well and good, but by the time that happened, LD was punching away at Davin’s face. LD just looks crazed, even screaming at one point “WHY DON’T YOU DIE?!?!” Davin doesn’t appear to have his wits about him, so LD decides to cover…1…2…Poe limps over and kicks LD in the head! LD is PISSED! LD charges, and is countered with a LUCHA LIBRE ARMDRAG! Undeterred, LD runs at Poe again, and Poe BACK BODY DROPS LD over the top rope. LD SKINS THE CAT, and lets fly a vicious right hand. Poe takes it on the chin, but appears completely unfazed by hit, and hits a DROPKICK on LD which sends LD all the way into the barrier, which is what his head made contact with, and immediately a gash opens up. Poe gets to his feet, and DAVIN ROLLS HIM UP! He’s got the tights! He’s got the feet on the ropes! He’s going to steal another one…NO! Poe SOMEHOW manages to kick out of that! Davin is nonplussed, and Poe is pretty much just mad. He runs at Davin, and Davin goes for a Drop Toe Hold, but Poe knew it was coming, and jumped. Poe tries for a DIAMOND CUTTER, but a shocked Davin shoves him off. Davin plows into Poe, and gets him on his shoulder. He goes for THE CRUCIFIXION, but a shocked Poe is able to slide out the back door. Poe kicks Davin in the gut as he turns around. He gets Davin onto his shoulders, and literally on one foot, tries for THE PENDULUM, but Davin slips out of it and lands on his feet! Davin immediately goes for the REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER, and Poe BARELY shoves him off! In the same motion, Poe scoops Davin up on his shoulder, and HITS THE CRUCIFIXION! 1….2…..3! Hightower’s hand hit the mat for the third time just as LD came in to break up the count! WINNER in 44:31 by PINFALL and NEW OOWF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…POE! Confetti rains down in the arena, and Hightower hands Poe the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship. LD looks at him warily for a second, before giving him a fistbump, and raising Poe’s arm in victory. LD is able to powder out and walk back. Still in the ring is Davin Moreland, who is now accompanied by Samantha and an EMT. Eventually, Davin just waves off the EMT. Samantha helps him to his feet, and Davin ignores the boos and catcalls from the crowd. Instead, he has a really odd look on his face as he looks up and watches the confetti continue to fall. He then looks to Samantha and says something that looks like “What am I doin’?” and rolls out of the ring; being helped up the ramp by the dutiful Samantha. Inside the ring Poe is clutching the belt and points to the sky as he puts it on. Out of nowhere, Selena flies in and literally jumps on Poe. “Misera Cantare” hits, and it’s a 4 corner celebration for the new champ. Poe gets off the last corner and sees Selena standing in the middle of the ring crying with joy. Poe embraces his goddess and lifts her up onto her shoulder and hands her the title. Selena drapes the title across her shoulder and waves to the crowd. The crowd is going crazy and gives Poe a thunderous ovation. Finally Poe turns toward the ramp where we see him lock eyes with Davin Moreland. Davin just stares. The camera focuses on Selena and she thumbs her nose to the DEA members, and we fade to black. Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action be sure to check out the MADNESS V PPV! Live, March 29th, from Springfield, Oregon! And don’t forget to catch next week’s OOWF Mid-Week Mayhem, Live! March 4th from Springfield, Louisiana
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