OOWF Sunday Bloody Sunday PPV

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OOWF Sunday Bloody Sunday PPV
Live! From Hollywood, Missouri

OOWF World Heavyweight Title 2 out of 3 Falls Match[/u]
Poe vs. Stank

OOWF Intercontinental Title Tournament Finals[/u]
The Dead vs. Chris Evans

OOWF World Tag Team Title 4 Way Dance[/u]
The Team From Down Under vs. kz vs. The Heroes Guild vs. Run DEA

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Thim Reynolds vs. Seamus McNasty

OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match[/u]
IHOP vs. Cowboy Up & A Mystery Partner

Matte vs. Concrete TG
Spin Hansen vs. Firewoman - Stips Waiting Management Approval
Tytan vs. Blitz vs. DH Magnusson
Beer Baron vs. Johnny Icepick

Card subject to andro testing

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(Tytan is walking after his loss to The DEAD down through the basement of the arena....Voiceover)

Tytan: You may have won Dead...but I did deliever on one promise....you did bleed...you did feel pain...you did what you had to do to get out of there alive....

(Tytan notices something in the hall.)

What is this.....(he picks it up and it is a heavey chain. he begins to examine it.)

The chain that was dropped on my head....(he notices the blood.)...my blood....(he smells the chain.)...the blood of her.....maybe this is something I have been missing.....(He listens)...the chain is whispering to me....asking for more blood...violence...blood....it wants to be fed....and I must oblige....violence set violence free.

(Tytan takes the chain and puts it over his shoulders and walks off.)

FADE

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*Backstage of the OOWF Arena*

Alexander Darling is striding through the halls of the arena rather quickly with Alexis right on his heels. He seems to have a destination in mind as he turns a few corners. He turns one last corner and slams through the door of the Run DEA Luxury Suites sponsored by Aquafina and Starwood Resorts and takes a look around. OGM SJ is patching up the cuts and bruises on DH Magnusson while Davin and Samantha are having a drink near the bar. On the far side of the room, Dr. Freedman is having a talk with Lucky. Alexander looks like he's about to head towards the good doctor, when Alexis grabs him by the arm and spins him around to look at her.

Alexis: Don't you even think about it brother dear. We can't afford to have what you want to do right now happen. Davin's fine cost us and one of the few things keeping us afloat is the potential of you two in the tag division. It's a very marketable endeavor, but it won't matter if you get suspended for hurting that man.

Alexander: So fucking what Lexie. FIVE FUCKING MINUTES. That's it.

Alexis: I don't necessarily disagree, but...

Alexander: But nothing Alexis. I've sat by and watched this happen. So, if you won't let me go after the doctor, maybe I'll go after the person whose idea this was.

Alexander starts to head back for the door to the suites when Alexis makes a move to intercept her. And just as she mentions Rick's name, Alexander spins around and doubles back and slams into Firewoman's private locker room.

Alexis: God damn it brother dear.

Davin: What is your mentally slow brother doing?

Alexis: Not right now, fucko. And who are you calling mentally slow, this was your brilliant idea.

Davin: It wouldn't have had to be my idea, if you two had taken care of the issues when they first showed up in Japan.

Suddenly there is a loud crash from Firewoman's room. And then another. And another. And then a few more. And lots of yelling. So much yelling that the words can't be heard clearly. Meanwhile, back in the main room of the suites...Davin is about to head towards the door when Alexis stands in his way.

Davin: Move Lexie.

Alexis doesn't move. Just as it looks like Davin may have to physically pick her up, DHM taps him on the shoulder and tries to get him to calm down.

Alexis: And don't you ever talk about Japan until you know what happened. To ALL of us. You may have gotten bits and pieces of the stories. And you may think you have an idea as to what happened, but you will never know the details and you don't need to Davin. So why don't you stop acting like you know all and actually have faith in someone other than yourself.

Davin: Faith in who? You, your brother...

Samantha: You never know hun. Sometimes they even surprise me.

Alexis: Thanks bitch.

Samantha: Anytime slut.

Just as Davin is about to interject, the door to Firewoman's locker room slowly opens and Alexander Darling and Firewoman both walk out. Or should I say hobble out as both are limping and blood is pouring down their faces. Alexander holds his hand out to his sister.

Alexander: Keys?

Alexis: Are ya sure?

Firewoman and Alexander both nod as Alexis hands over the keys to the car. Dr. Freedman sees the state of Firewoman and starts to make his way over.

Alexander: Doc, you take one more step in this direction and I swear on all that is fucking holy, that it will be the last step you ever fucking take.

Alexander looks up through his blood soaked hair and glares at the doctor. And we can actually see all of the blood drain from Dr. Freedman's face as he becomes deathly pale. He tries to muster the words...

Dr. Freedman: I'm sorry, but Alexander I really...

Alexander: Be gone by the time I get back. Understood?

Alexander and Firewoman lean on each other as they walk out of the suite.

Dr. Freedman stares after them for a moment and he gets some color back in his face.

Dr. Freedman: He can't do that. I was hired by the OOWF. I will stay...

DHM: You heard the man...don't be here when he gets back. I actually think that might be too far away. I think it's time you go now.

Alexis: We'll send your things.

Davin: I guess you heard them Doc. It's time to go.

Everyone in Run DEA begins to stare at the doctor as he slowly makes his way out of the suites. And he heads right to GMtR.

*Fade*

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Poe is backstage, getting his obligatory post match check up in the infirmary. Selena is standing beside him, wearing the World Championship, and singing softly to herself with a smile on her face.

Poe: Do I want to know why you're in such a good mood goddess?

SG: You beat Stank. Hooray!

Poe: I didn't. He won.

SG: But you retained, so it's like a win...

Poe stares at Selena.

SG: Yay?

Poe: I need to end this Sunday. And I will.

SG: *sings* Sunday, Bloody Sunday.

As if on cue, Flower, that 70's SFJ, comes in to the infirmary and puts a microphone in front of Poe.

F: Poe, you have Stank in 2 out of 3 Falls this Sunday? Any thoughts?

SG: Oh! My! Gosh! Do you ever bathe?!

Poe: Stank...you have been quite the adversary. You have been respectful to both me and Selena, which is rare here.

SG: Yeah! People are mean!

Poe: Stank, trust me when I say that I do not say the following very often. I do not wish to hurt you. In another life, we might have even been...friends. But I will hurt you. You wish to take what is mine and therefor, your well being is forfeit. So come Sunday, you will know Misery in all her forms. I do hope that one day, you will get over failing in your quest.

Poe moves his head, cracking his neck.

Poe: Thank you Stank, for raising my game. And I am sorry for what I will do to you on Sunday. Namaste.

SG: Nev...

Poe pinches Selena's lips together with his fingers and shakes his head.

Poe: I meant it this time.

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SFJ: Lionheart, do you have any insight on Firewoman’s current situation?

Evans: Technically, since I’m not in DEA yet, I have no idea. They’re really keeping this hush-hush. And quite frankly, I’m starting to get a little worried about her situation, but Fire’s problems are something she’s gotta take care of for herself. Not to say I won’t be there to help if she needs anything though.

SFJ: Alright, I’ll move on. So, that was a great matchup you and Spin Hansen had tonight. Do you have any comments on the Tytan/Dead matchup.

E: Hey thanks. Well, Spin is one tough bastard, but in the end, I was just the better man tonight. And as far the matchup between Tytan and The Dead is concerned, well, I’m pretty damn happy at the outcome. You see, I was hoping I’d face The Dead in the finals, and I’m glad that he won.

Now, I know him and I haven’t seen eye-to-eye with each other in the past, hell the last time we got in the ring with each other, we ending up playing dueling chairs on each other’s skulls. But to me that’s water under the bridge. I’ve got nothing against him now. I’m ready to go the distance with him. I know I can count on him to bring the goods, and win or lose, the fans are guaran-damn-teed to get someone who deserves that belt.

Now I’m not expecting a repeat of the 5-star match that me and Bryce Larson had a little while back, but I think we can come pretty close. The Dead is on the roll of his life, and I’m more focused than ever before. I want that title more than anything else right now. Not because it would help me in the eyes of Run DEA, which it would, but to prove to myself without a shadow of a doubt that I deserve to be part of the future of this business.

*fade to black*

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[The Dead is backstage. His face is bruised and bloodied, but he has a smile on his face.]

Dead: I know I'm beginning to sound like a broken record but...another week, another win!

Dead: Tytan gave it his all this week, but even with his "Agent X" his all wasn't good enough. I am the hottest, fastest rising superstar in the OOWF today. As Chris Evans put it, I am on the biggest role of my life. Speaking of Evans, I must say that I've been impressed with his performance in this tournament. Good stuff, kid.

[The Dead moves closer to the camera and stares directly into it.]

Dead: One thing though, Chris. A few weeks ago I made a promise to my fans. I promised them all that I would be the next Intercontinental Champion. I don't break promises. This Sunday you and I are going to put on a hell of a show. I know you have it in you, and I would be disappointed with anything less. We are going to tear the roof off the arena. You deserve it, I deserve it, and most importantly, the fans deserve it. Chris, I want you to bring everything you have into that ring, because you damn sure know that I'll be doing the same.

Dead: When the match is over, when I CLOSE THE CASKET on your title hopes, and I'm standing victorious with the belt held above my head, I want everyone to know that we left it all in the ring. I expect nothing less.

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(Spin Hansen is in the boiler room, throwing kicks at a BOB training bag. He snarls and HEADBUTTS BOB, knocking him down.

SH: SERVES YOU RIGHT, YOU FOAM RUBBER SONOFABITCH!

(The Shadowed Figure's silhouette moves.)

SF: So I see that the bacon intervention went well. Are you staying off the stuff?

SH (ignoring the question): I can't believe that they brought HG out here... and that none of it was caught on film.

(Spin and the Shadowed Figure glance at the camera before Spin yowls in pain! A crowbar hits the ground and the camera catches Kayfabe walking out the door in a huff.)

SF: So Firewoman decided that she's up for the challenge of taking you on.

SH: Which means that I get to go talk to TheRick. Goodie. I'd better talk to Stank, too.

SF: So no words of anger towards Chris Evans?

SH: He beat me fair and square. What can I say? He's got the stuff to make it big around here, he didn't shit on me saying that I was weak and worthless after beating me and actually paid me a compliment, and he's going for the title. I'm not. End of story... for now.

SF: So are you saying that you... respect... the new guy?

SH: I wouldn't go as far as saying that I fully respect him... but I don't DISrespect him, you know?

SF: So basically, he's not on your shitlist.

SH: Yeah. I'm gonna be back down here to train, but to be honest... it seems like you've lost a step or two.

SF: You're not my only concern in the world, Hansen. I do have a life outside of training you.

SH: Uh... yeah. I'm going to talk to TheRick now.

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<We see GM the Rick sitting in a meeting with what appear to be the suits of the OOWF Board>

GMtR: So, that brings us to our last match for the pay per view, Spin Hansen has requested an Inferno Hell in the Cell match against Firewoman

Suit 1: An Inferno Hell in the Cell?

GMtR: Yeah, its a standard Hell in the Cell match, but there are jets of fire around the outside of the cage, and occasional bursts of flame inside the cage as well

Suit 2: Sounds dangerous

GMtR: Well, for someone that doesn't know what they are doing........yeah it could be

Suit 3: Wait, did you say Firewoman?

GMtR: Yeah

Suit 3: Isn't she the one that you requested the psychiatrist for?

GMtR: Well........yeah. I mean, I was approached with the idea and thought it was a good one, but to be perfectly honest, I think most of the roster would benefit from a psychological evaluation

Suit 1: Is she.........unstable?

<long pause>

GMtR: Somewhat.........but that is being taken care of

Suit 3: Shouldn't we speak to her psychiatrist?

Suit 2: I think that is an outstanding idea

GMtR:<sighing> Fine <Rick leans over and presses a button on the phone> Erlana, could you send Dr. Sidney Freedman in please?

<A few seconds later, Dr. Freedman walks in, shakes hands with everyone in the room and takes a seat>

S1: Dr. Freedman, it has come to our attention that you have been working with Firewoman

Doc: That is correct

S2: And.....how is she doing?

Doc: Well, with all due respect, that is confidential, doctor-patient confidentiality and all

S3: Well, the reason we ask is because a Mr. Spin Hansen has challenged Firewoman to a.........."Inferno Hell in the Cell Match" at the upcoming pay per view

GMtR: Sid, we wanted to get your opinion on whether that sort of match is a good idea for Fire

Doc: For the love of god, NO. She was just in an Inferno Hell in the Cell match last month against Tytan. That was the culmination of her disorders. We have made steady, if not slow, progress since then. It is my professional opinion that if you put her in that type of match again, you will effectively undo all the good that has been done. You will be catering to her basest desires, and putting her in a position where self-destruction would not only be an option, but a likely outcome. I have to protest this vehemently

<The suits confer for a moment, then Suit 1 speaks up>

S1: Rick, in lieu of the doctors advice, we cannot sanction this match in its stated form for the pay per view. If we are trying to get Firewoman healthy, we can not knowingly expose her to this kind of danger. The match is off

GMtR: There's only three days until the pay per view, I can't find other opponents for both of them on such short notice, at least no opponents that will make any sense, and make the crowd happy. At least sanction a straight wrestling match between the two of them, we can leave the cells and fire for later if need be. They just had a great match a few weeks ago in the Intercontinental title tournament, we can bill this as a rematch

<once again the suits confer, and when they are done, Suit 1 speaks again>

S1: Ok, that works, we will sign off on that. And with that, I believe the card is finalized. Gentlemen, I believe we have to catch a plane back to Dayton.

<They get up to leave and shake hands with everyone leaving GM the Rick and Dr. Freedman in the office>

GMtR: So, uh, Alex was a little harsh

Doc: I've seen worse

GMtR: Still, maybe it is a good idea for you to stay out of the DEA suites for now

Doc: Again, Rick, with all due respect, I am being paid to do a job, if I let Alexander Darling intimidate me, I cannot do my job. I respect his feelings on the situation, but just as he has a job to do in the ring, I have a job to do with Firewoman. I do, however, need one thing from you

GMtR: What is that?

Doc: I need a guarantee from you that there will be no physical contact between the wrestlers and I. I am not a wrestler, and couldn't defend myself in any way. I will respect Mr. Darling's feelings on the situation and try not to be around as much when he is there, but to observe Fire, and help her maintain the level of treatment she needs, I will have to occasionally be there with him

GMtR: Fair enough Doc, I assure you that there will be no physicality toward you, and if there is, there will be DIRE consequences. I believe most of the boys in the back realize you are off limits, I will make certain they ALL realize that.

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(Tytan wanders the hallways of the basement.....the voiceover begins.)

Tytan: The time is coming....(He grabs his chain and throws it over his shoulders and smells the blood on it.)....there is someone that the chain is telling me....wants his blood...I will find you and when the time comes you will not know how to handle it....I will show you fear and you will seen it in your own reflection....violence set violence free....and your time will be coming....

(Tytan laughs and then walks into the darkness.)

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(Spin Hansen approaches Firewoman's Locker Room. He knocks on the door... and is joined by Ric Flair?)

SH: Firewoman, it's about our match. Open up!

Lucky (opening a slit in the door): Here -- here -- here -- wait a minute! Wait a minute! Stop - stop - stop! It's all right! Every -- It's all right! Everything is all right! The Great and Powerful Firewoman has got matters well in hand - I hope -- So you can all go home -- and there's nothing to worry about. Get out of here now -- go on! Go on home -- I - I -- go home.

SH: If you please, sir. We want to see Firewoman right away.

Lucky: Orders are -- nobody can see the Great Firewoman! Not nobody -- not no-how!

SH: Oh, but we must!

Lucky: Orders are - not nobody! Not no-how! She's in conference with herself on account of this trouble with TheRick. And even if she wasn't you wouldn't have been able to see her anyway on account of nobody has - not even us in the locker room!

SH: Oh, but -- but please. It's very important.

Ric Flair: AND THIS LIMOUSINE RIDIN', JET FLYIN', KISS STEALIN', WHEELIN' AND DEALIN', SON OF A GUN GOT A PERMANENT JUST FOR THE OCCASION! WHOOOOOO!

(Both Spin and Lucky look at Ric. His hair is unchanged.)

Lucky: Pardon me. We've gotta change the guards.

(Lucky ducks down. A NinjaCam inside of the door shows him putting on a Yankees hat and a fake mustache.)

"Not Lucky": Now - what do you want?

Spin: I WANT TO SEE FIREWOMAN!

"Not Lucky": Not nobody! Not no-how!

Spin: That's what the other man said.

Ric Flair: BUT HE'S SPIN HANSEN, FATBOY! WHOOOOOOO!

"Not Lucky": That Spin Hansen? Well -- that makes a difference! Just wait here -- I'll announce
you at once.

("Not Lucky" leaves.)

SH: What are you even doing here, Ric?

Ric Flair: I... I... I DON'T KNOW! ABUSE OF POWER! YOU SUCK! I HATE YOUR GUTS! YOU ARE A LIAR, YOU'RE A CHEAT, YOU'RE A SCAM! YOU ARE A NO GOOD SONOFABITCH! FIRE ME! I'M ALREADY FIRED!

(He blades for no apparent reason and climbs onto a stack of boxes. Spin, knowing that this is tradition, throws him off. Firewoman opens the door to a bloody Flair on the ground and Spin standing over him....)

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FW: Uh....hey.

SH: Hey, nothing. Rick vetoed our match.

FW: Oh...well, later....

SH: That's all you have to say? Wait, why do you look like you just had a match?

FW: Oh, Alexander .... well....

SH: And where are you going?

FW: I have no idea, Alexander is taking me somewhere, but I forgot something and came back-

SH: You can't go! Your stupid shrink had our match canceled.

FW: Interesting...the whole match?

SH: Well, no, just the Inferno...

FW: Oh. Well, good...for you. So change the stip to something else, I don't care. You challenged me, and I accepted. I'll fight you in a boiler room brawl, a street fight, an empty arena, WHATEVER, and then you'll think twice about challenging me again. So, if you excuse me...

Firewoman steps over Ric and around Spin to leave the arena.

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Cowboy Chad Madison rides up to the arena on Skip

'Another town, another rodeo. Coupla tough hombres to rustle this week. And SYB. Gonna hafta hire an extra farmhand fer the week.

So IHOP, git ready to be lassoed an have them belts handed over to me & Zane. '

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<IHOP is WATCHING~! OOWF-TV>

SYB: The fuck is this shit? Cowboy Up? Did Millar join the OOWF?

Skurge: Beats me, I thought we were watching those Rap Is Crap guys.

The Amn: What about the mystery partner?

SYB: Short of it being Johnny Ringo, I could give a fuck about who the mystery cowboy is. These chimps belts aren’t going anywhere.

*FADE*

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(Spin Hansen walks into TheRick's office...)

SH: We need to talk.

GMtR: No "Hello"? No knocking on the door? No bribe? The answer is "No", and the next thing that I would say is "Your ass will be thrown out of the OOWF if you so much as LOOK wrong at Freedman."

SH: That's two things... even though you sanctioned a match where the RING WAS SURROUNDED WITH LAVA.

GMtR: We weren't dealing with a severely disturbed individual then.

SH: Bullshit. Absolute bullshit. Fine, how about this... Clockwork Orange House of Fun.

GMtR: No. Not gonna fly.

SH: Taipei Death Match.

GMtR: Not happening.

SH: Chamber of Horrors.

GMtR: Are you shitting me?

SH: Fine. How about a nice, simple, No DQ match.

GMtR: I'll propose that one to management. Now scram.

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Apr 24, 2009 14:29:16 GMT -5 @fsolomon75 said:

<IHOP is WATCHING~! OOWF-TV>

SYB: The fuck is this shit? Cowboy Up? Did Millar join the OOWF?

*The Golden God Curt Schilling magically appears on screen*

'TGG'CS: Hello, I'm 2-Time World Series Winner, and 3-Time Iron Man Heavy Metal DDT Champion Curt "The Golden God" Schilling. I know Kevin Millar...In 2004 I PLAYED with Kevin Millar...Chad Madison? You sir...YOU'RE NO KEVIN MILLAR!

*Davin Moreland wanders into the frame*

DM: You done Curt?

'TGG'CS: Oh, uh...sure...uh...coffee?

*Camera Pans out to reveal the Dunkin' Donuts Hopitality Tent, conveniently located outside the Run DEA Locker Room and Suites, presented by Aquafina and Starwood Hotels*

DM: No thanks. Seen Alexander?

'TGG'CS: Uh, not since, you know, the incident.

DM: Awesome, we have a fucking title match coming up and he's busy with his "Young and the Restless" shit again...Fine. Curt. Plot device me.

'TGG'CS: Davin, you and your partner, Alexander Darling, find yourselves in a 4-way Match for the tag titles....what are your impressions?

DM: Well Curt, my first impression is, it would be nice for my fucking partner to be here. Mainly because, he needs to understand that I'm not fucking around. Titles are on the line, and dammit, we are two of the most decorated champions in this company's history. Alexander? It's about time we claim our birthright, and go win our Championships.

'TGG'CS: Strong words considering the competition.

DM: Think so Curt? I mean, the Heroes Guild, you know, Chinlock and the Midget as I like to call them, will be totally outclassed out there. They've never won donkey dick, and they'll be out there with Multiple-Time Champions. This is a different stratosphere, and I don't think Chinlock and the Midget have what it takes to hang. At least we can all use the midget as a lawn dart, that's always fun.

'TGG'CS: What about kz?

DM: You mean Captain Fear and Moosey? I mean, let me be clear, I have nothing for the utmost respect for Captain Fear and Moosey, and I know my partner will hate hearing that, but it's true. Both are well-decorated champions and both have no problem mixing it up. I mean, part of Captain Fear and Moosey's schtick is to intimidate people because they're violent, and maybe that works on the rookies, but any of us who have been here any length of time have been in matches that are equally as violent. I mean, I took Moosey for a tour of the kitchen behind Ric's twice. Captain Fear threw me down the stairs from the top of the arena to the floor and I STILL won the World Title that night. You want violence? I'm bigger, stronger, faster gentlemen. Let's dance.

'TGG'CS: Now moving away from kz...

DM: Captain Fear and Moosey...

'TGG'CS: ...Oh, yeah, uh, Captain Fear and Moosey...we haven't talked about the Team From Down Under...I mean, they forced...

*Davin rips the mic from Schilling and his face suddenly becomes dark*

DM: Team from Down Under. Gatorbait and Outback Jack...we have a score to settle. You may have sent my brothers away from this company, but you forgot someone. You should have taken Davin Moreland with them. I won't rest for a second until those titles come back home where they belong. And this time? This wasn't just some team you fucked with. This is family. More importantly, they are DAVIN MORELAND'S family, and there is a price to pay when you fuck with Davin Moreland's family. Oh sure, you'll pay with pain and pay with blood, but that's more Captain Fear and Moosey's thing. Those titles around your waists belong to my family, and at Sunday Bloody Sunday, Davin Moreland WILL collect those titles, and bring them home where they belong.

*fade*

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SFJ 55 holds a microphone up for Zane Myers

"All my Zaniacs are punmped up about the Trios title match this week. I don't know who our 3rd man will be, but either way, IHOP, be ready!

Cowboy and I are ready to make a run at the tag belts too. Whoever walks away Sunday with those belts had better be ready for Cowboy Up!

..... and wil someone tell Kevin Millar to stop calling? He didn't invent the phrase. Folks out west have used it for decades."

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*Fade in* as Bryce Larson and Nayr are SITTING~! in the Heroes Guild lockerroom, having just finished up a brutal marathon of Mariokart on the Wii.

N: So our plan to train privately and not make any comments didn't work too well last week, huh?

BL: Nope. Time to try something different.

N: Yeah, what do you think?

BL: Well, we could get a movie production crew in here and film a sweet montage of us training. Some crappy background music, could be good.

N: Or we could get with Bitz & Crete and do a re-enactment of the volleyball scene from Top Gun.

BL: You're old enough to remember Top Gun?

N: Well...not the first run of it.

BL: Right. You know what else we could do...

N: I could keep kicking your ass at Mariokart?

BL: Real big of you. You can beat me at a video game. NO! Let's go find a ring and workout. We lost clean to Alex & Davin. But our style works well in a match with so many guys. Let's go plan a way to take advantage of it.

N: I like it. Right after I beat you in this race.

Bryce gets up and turns off the Wii.

BL: I say we go now.

N: [Breaks the 4th wall and looks right at the camera.] Damn, that's one intense Hero.

*Fade out*

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Poe and Selena are eating lunch outside the Arena. Selena packed a picnic lunch for them.

Poe: I should be preparing for my match tonight.

SG: You need to eat, so hush.

Poe stares at Selena and she makes a silly face back.


Selena then places a picnic basket in her lap and starts to dig through it.

SG: You know Stinkie’s not missing a meal.

Poe watches her with an amused smile as she digs through the basket.

Poe: Lose something goddess?

SG: Mr. Flair kept saying I had panache. I didn’t really want any, but he kept saying I have it, but I don’t see it in here.

Poe laughs.

Poe: That’s not a food, it’s a compliment.

SG: Dude, was he checking me out? That’s gross. He’s all old and stuff.

Poe: Panache means…well I don’t know what it means, but it’s a compliment. As for him checking you out, he probably was.

SG: Prevert.

Poe: You mean pervert?

SG: Whatever, here’s your sandwich. *hands him a sandwich*

There are a few moments of silence while they eat. Selena looks around and seems to lose her appetite.

Poe: Something wrong with your sandwich goddess?

SG: No…I just smell the Arkansas. We’re way too close.

Poe: The river?

SG: No…just…Arkansas.

Poe: Well, we’ll be in Hollywood, Alabama on Wednesday.

Selena rolls her eyes and lies on the grass.

SG: *whines* Alabama?? Omigosh, who makes these schedules??

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*Run DEA Luxury Suites sponsored by Aquafina and Starwood Resorts*

Alexander Darling and Firewoman walk back into the suite hours prior to the start of the PPV. Davin, DHM, and even Chris Evans are all watching some last minute video or doing some last minute preparations for the PPV when the door opens and they see Alex and Fire walk back in and notice that they're both somewhat smiling. Alexander passes a nod to Fire who starts to head off to her own locker room before calling Lucky in.

Alexis: Did you give it to her?

Alexander: Yea, it was overdue. We talked some things out...

Davin: Davin Moreland thinks it's great that Alexander and Fire dealt with their soap opera drama. Davin Moreland would have thought it'd been a better idea if you waited until after our title match tonight. Davin Moreland wants...

Alexander: I know exactly what Davin Moreland wants. Because its the same thing Alexander Darling wants. And it's what we'll both be getting tonight partner. What had to be done, had to be done, but don't you ever doubt that I'll be prepared for a title match. Heroes, kz, Australians...I don't care who they put in the ring tonight. Run DEA has been the best group this company has ever seen, and tonight we take another step towards cementing that legacy. After tonight, you'll once again be champion, Champ. So don't you worry about where we were.

Davin: As a managing partner, Davin Moreland should know what went on this weekend.

Alexander: If you must...we went to Philadelphia and then we caught a hockey game at The Rock.

Davin: Hockey? Seriously, you blew town the weekend of a title match to go watch hockey?

Alexander: Not just hockey. There was other stuff...you're going to make me show you, aren't ya.

Davin just nods.

Roll it monkeys...

-----Flashback-------

Alexander and Firewoman step out of a fancy car in a very bad neighborhood and step into a very decrepit looking building.

Firewoman: What are we doing here?

Alexander: I kinda figured with everything that was going on with you that maybe if you remember where this all started you could figure out where you wanted to go with everything.

Fire: What's that supposed to mean?

Alexander: Nothing, I guess. Maybe you'll figure it out in a few minutes after you get dropped on your head a few times.

Fire: Excuse me? What do you think you...

Alexander: Not me...THEM.

Firewoman spins around and sees Austin Aries, Tyler Black, Bryan Danielson, Roderick Strong, Jay & Mark Briscoe, Jimmy Jacobs, Nigel McGuiness, and Erick Stevens step out of the locker room.

Austin, run her through the gauntlet.

Fire: WHAT??? You've got to be fucking kidding me, Alex. I am not a student here.

Danielson: You're always a student. Now get in the ring.

Fire: And if I don't?

Black: Then I guess everything we've heard about you losing it has been true. That you let Tytan win.

Fire: But I won...

Aries: Then prove it.

Fire: FINE.

Firewoman stares daggers at Alex before tossing her gear to the side and stepping into the ring and walking right into a brutal knife-hand chop from Strong. It sends Fire right down to the mat. As the lesson continues in the ring and Firewoman runs through the gauntlet of guys who trained her or trained with her, Alexander walks up to Jay & Mark and they start talking tag team wrestling. Alexander gets some last minute pointers for his title match this weekend. Meanwhile inside the ring, Erick Stevens takes Firewoman down with a DOCTOR BOMB. Alexander jumps up on the apron and looks into the ring...

Alexander: Have you had enough yet?

Firewoman: Not at all. This is just getting fun. Who's next?

Nigel McGuiness sneaks into the ring behind Fire and charges at her. Fire turns just in time to see Nigel charging at her with a LARIAT, but Fire matrixes under and follows through with a PELE KICK to Nigel. She follows it up with a drop kick to Nigel's knee which drops him to the mat...FIRESTOMP. Firewoman kips up to her feet and really seems to be enjoying herself. She looks around to see who's next when she feels a tap on her shoulder. She turns around just in time to see Jimmy Jacobs hit her with a RAILROAD SPIKE. Alexander Darling looks furious and is about to hop over the top rope when Austin Aries and Tyler Black pull him down to the floor.

Aries: Don't. She needs this.

Black: And you need to stop fighting her battles.

Alexander: That emo-bitch just spiked her in the head. And you want me to do nothing.

Aries: First of all, that emo-bitch, for all his emo-bitchness of which there is a lot. He's also a vicious, sadistic bastard and Fire needs a lesson in that too. And secondly, it's her fight; let's see how she handles it.

Alexander: Judging on recent history, she'll probably roll over and let him do it again.

Aries: We'll see...

All three guys turn back to the ring and see Jacobs pulling Firewoman to her feet. He takes his hand and slides it down her face, taking the blood and smearing it across his own face. Firewoman sees the blood and for a split second, it seems like she's going to do exactly what Darling predicted and just turn around, but just as soon as it looks like that, she changes facial expressions and smirks. An evil, sadistic, emotionless smirk. And then she nails JJ with a kick to the stomach and then she floats behind him and kills him dead with a CRUCIFIX DRIVER. She quickly hops up to her feet and runs to the turnbuckles...

BEST

FIRESAULT

EVER.

Austin and Tyler and the rest of the ROH locker room that is there starts clapping as Firewoman gets to her feet. She pushes her blood-soaked hair out of her face and looks down at everyone and she still has a look of murder in her eyes. She smirks again and bounces off the ropes before running towards everyone on the outside.

Austin and Tyler pat Alexander on the back before they scatter to the locker room just as Firewoman flies over the top rope and lands in front of Alex. Darling realizes he's all alone.

Alexander: God damn bunch of pussies.

Firewoman is breathing heavy and is almost looking at Alexander like he's next on her list.

Fire: Are you done trying to kill me?

Alexander: I wasn't trying...

Fire: I don't care what you were trying. Just let me know if you're done with it.

Alexander: Yea. It's done.

Fire: Good.

Firewoman sighs and takes a seat on one of the chairs surrounding the ring. She takes a few deep breaths before turning to Alexander.

I don't say this often and if you ever claim I did, I'll just deny it or say you doctored the footage. But thanks for this.

Alexander: Wait, what? You mean you're not mad?

Fire: Mad??? Fuck no. This was awesome. Acting like a...I mean being on all those drugs and stuff; I kinda forgot what it was like to just let loose.

Alexander: I'm gonna let what I think I just heard go and focus on the other part. You know you don't have to follow their rules. Being half a Firewoman is like being none of Firewoman and you know it.

Fire: I'm good. Don't worry about me. I've got everything handled.

Alexander: I know you do. So, anyway there were two other reasons we came here. One, we're heading up to Jersey tonight. I know it's been a while since you've seen a good old-fashioned playoff hockey game and I was able to get the Darling luxury box for the game tonight. And also, we've gotten you something.

Fire: Did you now? And who's we?

Alexander: Alexis and I. She actually should be here for this, but she needed to stay back and handle some stuff back at the OOWF. But she knows I'm giving this to you on this trip.

Fire: Well, stop delaying. What is it?

Alexander nods and rifles through his bag before he gets to the bottom and pulls out a box. He hands the box over to Fire who pulls the gold wrapping off the box.

I guess OGM SJ wrapped this. It's so sparkly.

Alexander: Stop being mean and just open it.

Firewoman finally gets through the wrapping and pulls out a black hockey jersey with DEA stitched across the front in gold lettering.

Fire: Yay, a DEA hockey jersey.

Alexander: Do you have any clue of symbolism? Look at the back.

Firewoman turns the jersey around and sees her name across the top in bright red letters, with a big number 3 under it.

Fire: I don't get it. Why 3?

Alexander: Because you're only the third person who's ever earned a DEA jersey. This isn't Run DEA. This isn't even DEA the wrestling stable. Let me put it this way. Alexis is jersey #1. I'm jersey #2. You're jersey #3. This goes beyond ROH, beyond NOAH, and beyond OOWF. This is about who you are and who you will always be. No matter what happens from this day forward; always know that Firewoman is DEA. It's something that can not and will not ever be taken from you. If you want to give up this business tomorrow; this jersey still exists. If you want to continue to let GMtR and Dr. Dumbass control you, it won't matter because you are still DEA.

Fire: Alex, I...

Alexander: You don't have to. Just remember that Alexis and I will always have your back, no matter what you decide to do.

Firewoman just nods and folds up the jersey before placing it into her bag. A little time passes and it looks like everyone is saying goodbye to Fire and Alex as they head off to New Jersey for the playoff game between the Devils and Canes. Alexander pulls Tyler to the side and seems to be talking about something.

Alexander: Pearce won't care?

Black: Fuck Pearce. No one here cares what he has to say. He's going to continue to bring in his boys like Lynn and Brown and Venis and all of us are just waiting for Gabe to get the go-ahead and we'll all head over to DGUSA. How about your end? Do you think Rick will be an issue?

Alexander: Fuck Rick. Alexis is trying to deal with him, but if it doesn't work, we have a back-up plan. Rick may not be around much longer.

Alexander turns and out of the corner of his eye sees something behind one of the dumpsters...

Fuck, ninja cams. Gotta go take care of this Tyler...

------END FLASHBACK------

Good enough Davin?

Davin: Yea, good. Davin Moreland is curious about one more thing though. What did the Briscoes say about our title matc?

Alexander: I'm glad you asked...

*Fade*

[mooseheadjack]

(Prior to Sunday Bloody Sunday PPV, a package is handed to OOWF's Commish The Rick.)

The Rick sitting at his desk, looking up from finalizing the ppv

The Rick: What's this?

Delivery Man: Looks like a package to me. Sign please.

The Rick(signing for the package): Ass. Give it to me.

The Rick tears into the large mailing envelope and he pulls out a VHS with no writing on it

The Rick: The hell?(he swivels in his chair and turns on his television and pops the VHS into his VCR)

Static and snow play on the television

The Rick: Well I'm glad someone else believes that VHS is still alive. DVD technology will never catch on.

The video starts. Music starts to play, "Gonna Drink Now" starts playing

The Rick starts to watch a training montage of The Beer Baron. It shows the Beer Baron running down the streets wearing a tattered sweat suit and black beanie. A fan throws him a beer, Beer Baron catches it, and starts running with it.

The Rick: Hmm.

Cut to Beer Baron doing sit ups and shot gunning beers at the same time. Cut to Beer Baron doing one armed pushups and doing one armed beer bongs.

Trainer: You're going to kill him!

Beer Baron:(Smiling, gives the trainer the finger) Beer me!

The Rick smiles in approval, and pours himself a drink.

Cut to the Beer Baron running wind sprints next to rows of beer trucks and kegs. The song "Gonna Drink Now" continues to play: "Getting drunk-er. Won't be long now. Getting drunker!" Going faster and faster until he is in full sprint running up rows of steps while wearing a beer helmet with a tall can on each side of his head. The Beer Baron gets to the top of the steps and is rejoicing and shadow boxing. "Gonna drink now! Flying high now! Gonna drink....Drink....Driiinnnkkkk!!!"

A voice off camera asks the Beer Baron, "What's your prediction for the fight?"

The Beer Baron stares into the camera and replies: "My prediction? Pain."

The tape ends

The Rick: Jesus. I guess the match is on tonight.

[mooseheadjack]

*Fade in* to Nayr & Bryce Larson watching the Beer Baron promo on OOWF-TV. Bryce grabs a six pack of Mountain Dew Code Red, tossing three to Nayr, who drops one.

BL: Nice catch, Butterfingers.

N: What are these for?

BL: Because if beer is going to help that guy, then these will help us!

Bryce and Nayr each shotgun the first Code Red, slamming it down on the table.

N: Next!

Bryce and Nayr shotgun a second Code Red each, letting our two huge burps after they're gone.

BL: One more, Midget!

Bryce and Nayr drink their third Code Red's, but Bryce grabs the remote and changes the channel--to porn. Nayr peeks over to see a the live action version of Punker's av pic, and spits out his Code Red!

N: Holy shit, two dudes at once! How does she--

BL: [Laughing at Nayr.] Don't worry about "How?" Because now you're ready for our match tonight!

*Fade out*

[mooseheadjack]

(Tytan is walking with the chain around his shoulders down in the basement.)

Tytan:(Voiceover) Blitz...DH...tonight you will feel the pain and suffering...that I have learned to understand....you will come face to face with the monster I have become and you will understand how a soul can be lost...I will be the one winning tonight....violence set violence free....and yes there will be blood...and if you are lucky maybe your blood will be fed to this chain...but I am saving this part of the chain (shows the camera)...this part of the chain is going to be for your neck when I finally decide to snap it...when I hang you from the ring.....after tonight you will be next....

(Tytan is seen walking to the stairs heading up to the arena.)

(FADE)

[mooseheadjack]

OOWF Banner in the back... you know what time it is.

SFJ#2 - Stank, later on tonight you will be facing Poe for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship in a 2 out of 3 falls match.

Stank - Poe, the stage is set, and there is a lot on the line. Not only is the OOWF World Title at stake, but the answers are also at stake... you know the answers I'm talking about. They are the answers to the questions that have been burning... festering in that dark mind of yours. The questions that haunt you...

Can I get this done? Can I put this man down? Will I be able to end this, tonight?

Can I beat Stank and retain my OOWF World title?

I have an answer for you Poe. One answer to all those questions... A one syllable word highlighting one simple truth.

The answer to your questions Poe... is no.

No, you won't get this done. No, you can't put me down. No, you will not end me tonight... and no, you will not retain your championship. The OOWF World title will be coming back... home.

So after all those questions are burned away only one stands amongst the ashes... Why?

Why?

Because I am Drink and Destroy... and you, Poe my friend... are fucked.

[mooseheadjack]

OOWF Sunday Bloody Sunday PPV
Live! From Hollywood, Missouri

BEER BARON vs. JOHNNY ICEPICK

The ultra confident Johnny Icepick makes his way to the ring first. He taunts the crowd and generally laughs at their boos. “Have a Drink on Me” begins, and Beer Baron makes his way to the top of the ramp. He doesn’t acknowledge the crowd, instead he stares daggers at Johnny Icepick. Inside the ring, Icepick catches Baron’s stare and mimics the one, two, three that he got on Baron two weeks ago. Baron sneers at this and heads to the ring, stepping between the ropes, where Icepick immediately tries to attack. Baron blocks a punch and connects with an uppercut to the jaw that rocks Icepick back on his heels. Baron connects with a couple more shots to the head, then sends Icepick to the ropes and catches him with an elbow to the jaw that sends him between the ropes to the floor. Baron follows him to the outside, and slams his head onto the Fijian Announce Table, then blisters him with several chops to the chest before shooting him back into the ring. Baron follows him back in and Icepick ends up on his knees begging for mercy, but Baron is not interested in mercy and kicks Icepick in the head sending him to the mat. Baron hits the ropes and drops an elbow across Icepick’s chest and covers, but only gets a two count. Baron pulls him to his feet and wrings the arm, but Icepick immediately counters with a thumb to the eye, then kicks Baron low, doubling him over in pain. Icepick runs the ropes and takes Baron to the mat with a swinging neck breaker. Icepick covers, but doesn’t even get a one count and Baron powers out. As Baron gets to his feet, Icepick catches him with a running knee to the face that sends Baron back to the mat. Icepick celebrates, not realizing that Baron is right back on his feet. Icepick turns around and Baron grabs him by the throat and lifts him high into the air and drives him to the mat. Baron gets to his feet and waits for Icepick to struggle to his feet, then hits the IRS Leg sweep. Baron floats over and covers, but Icepick manages to reach out and grab the bottom rope. Baron pulls him to his feet and sends him to the ropes and Icepick tries a cross body block on the rebound, but Baron catches him and hits the Keg Toss! Icepick flies across the ring and slides under the bottom rope to the floor. Once again Baron follows him to the outside, this time Icepick gets in a low blow doubling Baron over in pain. Johnny Icepick reaches for his trusty ice pick, and swings at Baron, but Baron ducks it and catches Icepick, lifts him, and runs him crotch first into the ring post, then lets him fall to the floor. Baron pulls him off the floor and rolls him into the ring. As he follows, he motions to the crowd that it is about time to end this match, and the crowd agrees completely. Johnny Icepick struggles to his feet and Baron grabs him and KILLS him with THE KEG STAND! Icepick is dead! Baron covers, hooking the leg just because he can and gets the three count.
WINNER in 5:18 – Beer Baron

TYTAN vs. BLITZ vs. DH MAGNUSSON

Blitz is out first and sprints to the ring and slides under the bottom rope and then leaps to the middle rope and charges up the crowd. DH Magnusson is announced next and slowly makes his way to the ring, soaking up the boos of the crowd. He steps between the ropes and waits in the corner watching Blitz the whole time. Finally, Tytan is announced, and he comes to the ring, looking around anxiously. Half his face is still covered from the burns suffered against Firewoman last month. He steps between the ropes, and just then does Blitz see what kind of work he has in front of him. Magnusson and Tytan TOWER over him. The three of them meet in the center of the ring, and Magnusson and Tytan go nose to nose. Blitz tries to get in the mix, but they shove him away. He comes back, and they shove him away again, sending him to the mat. This time, Blitz gets to his feet and leaves the ring and heads to the top rope. He waits for a moment, then leaps, connecting with a missile drop kick to the back of Magnusson’s head! DH slams into Tytan, head to head, and Tytan falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring to the floor. Magnusson is quickly up to his feet, but dazed. Blitz connects with a low drop kick to the knee, then grabs Magnusson and hits a short DDT.

Blitz covers, but Tytan is back into the ring and tries an elbow drop top break up the pin, but Blitz moves out of the way and Tytan crashes down onto Magnusson. Blitz springs off the ropes and catches a stunned Tytan with a leg lariat as he gets to his feet and Tytan falls out of the ring again. Blitz pulls Magnusson to his feet and hits a couple of European upper cuts, then sends Magnusson to the ropes, but DH reverses it and sends Blitz to the ropes. Magnusson tries a big boot to the face, but Blitz ducks it and then dives between the ropes and crashes into Tytan, who was once again, just getting to his feet. Blitz is up to his feet quickly and hops onto the apron, Magnusson grabs him, but Blitz guillotines him on the top rope, sending Magnusson staggering back into the middle of the ring. Blitz springboards to the top rope and tries a flying clothesline, but Magnusson catches him in mid-air and CHOKESLAMS HIM TO THE MAT! Blitz may be dead! Magnusson covers, but Tytan reaches into the ring from the outside and pulls DH off of Blitz, then pulls Magnusson to the outside where they trade blows while Blitz remains dead in the center of the ring.

On the outside, Magnusson charges at Tytan and tries a big boot, but Tytan side steps and Magnusson kicks the ring post. DH immediately falls to the floor grabbing his leg, the same leg that he injured last year. The referee immediately checks on him and tells Tytan to get into the ring. Officials and medics come down to check on Magnusson while the match continues. Tytan slips back into the ring and catches Blitz with a boot to the face as he gets to his feet. Tytan pulls Blitz off the mat and starts to whip him to the ropes, then pulls him back and hits a release belly to belly suplex that sends Blitz crashing into the corner, then down onto the mat. Tytan snarls and stalks his prey, Blitz had better think of something fast.

Tytan pulls him out of the corner and Blitz hits a couple of weak shots to the stomach that Tytan laughs off. Blitz leaps to his feet and hits a CODEBREAKER! Tytan isn’t laughing now, he is reeling, grabbing his jaw. Blitz charges to the ropes and clips Tytan’s knee, sending him to the mat. Blitz hits a flipping senton, then drops a leg across Tytan’s chest. Before Tytan can get to his feet, Blitz grabs his leg and traps Tytan in a figure four! Tytan growls in pain, but will not give up.

Meanwhile, on the outside, officials have Magnusson on his feet, but he can’t put any weight on his leg. They try to talk him into going to the back, but he shoves them away and heads for the ring. Magnusson reaches into the ring and grabs Blitz and pulls him and Tytan toward the ropes. He pulls Blitz’s head off the apron and drops an elbow across his throat. Blitz falls off the apron and lands on the floor head first. Magnusson gives him a kick to the face for good measure, then gently climbs onto the apron and steps between the ropes. He and Tytan go nose to nose again, and once again, start trading haymakers. Magnusson is getting the better of it when Tytan counters with a kick to Magnusson’s leg that drops him right to the mat. Tytan connects with several clubbing shots to the back of the head and pulls Magnusson in, and looks like he is going to try a pile driver when that pesky Blitz comes flying in from nowhere and tries a hurracarana! Tytan catches him, and Blitz pounds on his head trying to finish the move, but Tytan lifts him up and DRIVES him to the mat with a THUNDEROUS power bomb. Tytan folds him in half, but somehow, miraculously Blitz manages to roll his shoulder. Tytan pulls him to his feet again, and hooks him and hits the STEINER SCREWDRIVER! Ok now, for real, Blitz is dead. Tytan gets to his feet and moves to cover, but from nowhere, Magnusson kicks Tytan in the face! Tytan staggers against the ropes, and Magnusson clotheslines him over the top rope to the floor. DH turns and falls on Blitz and hooks the leg, and perhaps a bit of tights as well, and gets the one, two, three just before Tytan can make it back into the ring to break it up.
WINNER in 14:09 – DH Magnusson

After the match, Tytan goes after Magnusson, but he slips out of the ring and limps badly to the back grinning at Tytan while Tytan seethes in the middle of the ring. Tytan turns and notices Blitz just getting to his feet, he kicks Blitz low, then hits a TRIPLE POWERBOMB and finishes it off with another STEINER SCREWDRIVER! Blitz……is……dead.

MATTE vs. CONCRETE TG

Crete is announced first and comes out to a rousing ovation from the crowd. Crete soaks it all in and heads to the ring. Crete stands in the middle of the ring, nearly in awe of the cheers and chants he is getting. Crete bows to the crowd and waves. Meanwhile, Matte is announced and he makes his way to the ring and slides under the ropes, but does not slump to the corner. Instead he walks to the center of the ring and stands staring at Crete who is still playing to the crowd. Finally Crete turns around and sees Matte standing there waiting to start the match. Crete extends his hand, but Matte slaps him across the face, sending Crete to one knee. Crete gets back to his feet, with rage in his eyes, then slowly extends his hand once again, and once again, Matte slaps him across the face. This time Crete doesn’t drop to one knee, instead he just turns his head and slowly looks back at Matte. Matte responds with a kick to the midsection, then grabs Crete by the head and runs him into the turnbuckle face first. Matte unleashes some chops on Crete in the corner, but Crete turns Matte around and assaults him with kicks and chops, sending Matte to the canvas. Crete steps back and gets a running start and connects with a drop kick to the face that sends Matte out of the ring to the floor.

Crete follows Matte out of the ring and tries to whip him into the stairs, but Matte reverses it, and drop tow holds Crete to the floor, then grabs him in a camel clutch and VIOLENTLY cross faces him across the nose, leaving Crete bloody. Matte slides back into the ring and Crete climbs onto the apron. Matte grabs him and suplexes Crete back into the ring and rolls over, but does not cover, instead he grabs Crete by the back of the head and hammers him with short punches to the face until the referee threatens disqualification. Matte finally relents and pulls Crete to his feet and sends him to the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a hot shot on the top rope. Crete falls to the mat, and this time Matte covers, but only gets a two count. Matte pulls Crete to his feet and hits an inverted atomic drop, then connects with a drop kick that sends Crete against the ropes, on the rebound, Matte plants Crete with a power slam, then heads to the top rope. Matte tries a swanton bomb, but Crete gets his knees up and Matte kills his back! Matte writhes in pain on the mat as Crete slowly gets to his feet.

Crete waits for Matte to get to his feet, then hits a Randy Orton back breaker, sending Matte right back to the mat. Crete grabs Matte’s legs and flips him over in a Boston crab, and sits down completely trying for the submission. Matte howls in pain, but will not give up and starts slowly inching his way to the ropes. The referee asks Matte several times if he wants to quit, but each time he refuses. Crete keeps the move locked on, and just before Matte reaches the bottom rope, Crete spins and pounces on Matte, locking him in the cross face, pulling his head back away from the ropes, making it harder to reach out and get the break. Matte struggles and looks like he is about to tap, but finally surges forward and grabs the bottom rope forcing the break.

Crete immediately breaks the hold and gets to his feet and waits for Matte to pull himself to his feet using the ropes. Crete scoops Matte up and slams him to the mat, Matte rolls out onto the apron and tries to get to his feet again. Crete reaches out of the ring and grabs Matte to pull him back into the ring, but Matte runs Crete’s eyes down the ropes. Crete staggers a moment, trying to clear his vision, Matte grabs him and pulls him onto the apron, kicks Crete, grabs a front face lock, and falls off the apron, driving Crete’s face into the apron. Matte rolls Crete back into the ring and follows, hitting the ropes and dropping a leg across chest, then covering for a two count.

Matte waits for Crete to get to his feet, then grabs him and hits a side Russian leg sweep, floats over and gets another two count. Matte shows a little frustration and pulls Crete to his feet again and lifts him for a suplex, then drops him across the top rope, gets a running start and hits a knee lift that sends Crete off the ropes and crashing into the steel guard rail ribs first. Matte slides out of the ring and measures Crete as he tries to get to his feet, then BLASTS him in the ribs with a stiff kick. Crete falls to the floor gasping for breath. Matte climbs onto the apron and waits for Crete to get to his feet, then hits a running flip off the apron, crashing down on Crete and driving the air from his lungs. Matte pulls Crete to his feet and rolls him under the ropes and quickly scurries into the ring and covers, but Crete manages to get his leg on the bottom rope to force the break.

Matte barks at the referee, then grabs Crete by the head and lands some stiff shots to the face, then drops a knee across Crete’s ribs. Matte pulls Crete to his feet and hauls him up for a suplex, but Crete slips over his shoulder and lands on his feet and runs Matte to the ropes and rolls him up and gets a one count, before Matte reversed the roll up, grabs a hand full of tights, and gets the tainted one, two, THREE!
WINNER in 12:32 – Matte

After the match, Matte slides out of the ring and walks to the back with his head down, not looking at the crowd, and trying not to listen to the smattering of boos coming at him from the audience.

SPIN HANSEN vs. FIREWOMAN

Spin Hansen makes his way to the ring first. He is all business, and barely notices the roar of the crowd. He steps between the ropes and finally acknowledges the cheers, which only brings more cheers. Finally, “Fire Woman” plays and Firewoman comes out to the ring flanked by Lucky and Dr. Sidney Freedman. Fire doesn’t pay any attention to either of them, keeping her focus entirely on Spin. She heads to the ring and pauses for a moment to get some last second numbers from Lucky, and has a brief chat with Dr. Freedman, then climbs to the apron and steps between the ropes. The referee calls for the bell and this match is underway!

Fire and Spin go nose to nose in the middle of the ring, and both are talking an awful lot of trash. Fire shoves Spin, and he comes back and shoves Fire hard, sending her to the mat. Fire immediately jumps to her feet and HAMMERS Spin with a shot to the face. Spin just smirks and looks Fire in the eyes and dares her to do it again. Hate blazes in Fire’s eyes and she hits the ropes and tries another forearm to the face, but Spin side steps and shoves her to the ropes and connects with a DROPKICK on the rebound! Fire hits the mat, and looks up at Spin in shock, not at the pain of the move, but rather that Spin hit a DROPKICK! Spin gets to his feet and charges across the ring and catches a gaping Fire with a kick to the mouth, then pulls her to her feet and shoves her in the corner and hammers her with punches and kicks. Spin grabs Fire and tries a whip across the ring, but Fire reverses it and sends Spin into the corner. Spin slams into the corner sternum first and staggers backward, and Fire grabs him around the waist and hits a beautiful high bridging German suplex for a two count.

Spin slowly gets to his hands and knees holding the back of his head, Fire connects with a stiff kick to the ribs that sends Spin back to the mat. Fire springs off the bottom rope and drops a leg across Spin’s chest and covers, but Spin rolls his shoulder at two. Fire pulls Spin to a sitting position and plants his knee in the small of his back and pulls back on his chin. Spin fights to his feet, but Fire keeps hold of the move. Spin reaches back and grabs Fire and picks her up and SLAMS her to the mat with a side slam. Spin doesn’t even cover, instead he opts to grabs Fire’s legs and catapult her up. Fire flies into the turnbuckle, then staggers backward and falls across Spin’s knees. Fire grabs her back in pain, and Spin pulls her to her feet and throws her between the ropes to the floor.

Fire quickly gets to her feet and grabs a chair and starts toward the ring, then Dr. Freedman, who is sitting at ring side taking notes, gives her a look and Fire drops the chair and confers with Lucky for a moment, then heads into the ring. Fire and Spin lock up again and Fire grabs a side head lock and Spin shoves her to the corner and Fire walks the ropes and turns and tries a cross body block, but Spin catches her and spins her to the mat with a black hole slam type move. Spin covers but Fire kicks out again and once again rolls out of the ring and has a bit of a fit on the outside. Lucky tries to calm her, but then Fire shoots him a look that makes him think twice. Fire is about to storm back into the ring, when once again she catches the gaze of Dr. Freedman. Fire pauses for a moment, collects herself, and climbs onto the apron and steps into the ring calmly. They lock up again and Spin snaps off a deep arm drag. Spin locks in the move, keeping his knee on the side of Fire’s head. The crowd begins to boo loudly, and the camera pans around and we see why, Alexander Darling is on his way to the ring.

Darling charges over toward Dr. Freedman but Lucky steps in front of him. Darling glares at Lucky and looks like he is about to nail him. Lucky realizes the precariousness of his situation and puts his hands up trying to calm him. Lucky endures a stream of expletives from Darling that would make a sailor blush. Finally Darling has had enough and shoves Lucky aside and heads toward Dr. Freedman. Before he can get there though, Spin breaks the hold in the middle of the ring and comes to the ropes and tells Darling to drag his ass to the back. That probably saved the doctor’s life. Darling makes a beeline for Spin and tries to grab his leg from outside the ring, but Spin steps back and avoids it. The referee sees the whole thing, and immediately orders Darling away from ringside. Darling is about to lose his mind. He jumps onto the apron and grabs the referee by the shirt and no doubt threatens him and his entire family. Fire gets to her feet and gets between the referee and Darling, and the two of them don’t say a word, but they exchange a long glare. Finally, after a few moments, Darling jumps off the apron and starts up the ramp where he is met by Alexis and Davin. They escort him to the back, and our attention can shift back to the ring.

Inside the ring, Spin grabs Fire from behind and tries a roll up, but Fire reverses it and gets a two count of her own. Fire gets to her feet quickly and catches Spin with a spinning heel kick to the side of the head that staggers Spin, then charges at him and hits a running knee right to the nose. Spin falls to one knee and grabs his nose, which we see is bloody once again. Did Fire break his nose again? Fire keeps up the onslaught by pulling Spin to the corner and hits a tornado DDT. Fire covers, hooking the leg, but Spin kicks out at two. Fire quickly gets to her feet and grabs Spin and hits a FIRESTOMP! Fire covers again, but once again, Spin kicks out at two. Fire heads to the corner and it looks like she is setting up for the BEST FIRESAULT EVER! Fire leaps, but Spin moves out of the way and Fire gets nothing but canvas! Spin waits for Fire to get to her feet, she is dazed and turns and walks right into the HAIR OF THE DOG! Spin hooks the legs and covers, one, two, THREE!
WINNER in 12:54 – Spin Hansen

IHOP vs. COWBOY UP! & MYSTERY PARTNER – OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match

“Cowboy” Chad Madison and “Insane” Zane Myers come to the ring first and get a nice response from the crowd. They wait in the middle of the ring, and pose for some pictures for the ring side fans. The OOWF Campeonas de Trios champions IHOP come out to the top of the ramp with The Lovely and Talented Dorothy Mantooth, Fezzik, Jeffrey From Las Vegas and Monkh. They make their way to the ring, and as they step between the ropes, SYB ends up with the mic, who thought THAT was a good idea?

SYB: Well I see you two losers couldn’t find a partner. That doesn’t surprise me. NO ONE wants to take on the awesome force that is IHOP. WE are the most dominant force in the OOWF. DEA? We ran them off scared. The Heroes Guild? We took the titles from them and made them cry. Drink & Destroy? We out drank them so bad they turned to wine coolers as their preferred beverage. Poe and his band if idiots? Left them all lying in a pool of their own blood.

<once again, The Amnesiac and Skurge are looking at SYB like he has completely lost his mind>

So, how do you guys wanna do this? You wanna just forfeit the match now, or do you want to take the beating of your life and be completely embarrassed?

SYB tosses the mic to Chad Madison who talks animatedly with Zane Myers for a moment then speaks

Gotta say, Bucky, you make some good points. You know, we ARE new around here, we ARE the greenhorns. But you know what they say, once you learn how to ride, you never forget. An’ me and Zane, we know how to take care of a couple of varmints like IHOP. Now, that said, we are not stupid men either. This ain’t our first rodeo. We know that if we go in down a man, we don’t stand much of a chance. That’s why we found us a partner. Hell he might not be a cowboy, but he played one on TV, ladies and gentlemen……..BEER BARON![/b]

<SYB has a fit while Beer Baron makes his way to the ring. The Amnesiac and Skurge look at one another and discuss strategy. Finally Beer Baron steps between the ropes and high fives Myers and Madison, and this one is underway!>

IHOP vs. COWBOY UP! & BEER BARON – OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match

SYB immediately charges across the ring and attacks Beer Baron from behind and clubs him with shots to the back of the head. SYB tries a whip across the ring, but Baron reverses it and elevates SYB with a big back body drop on the return. SYB pops to his feet and immediately eats a clothesline for his trouble. SYB pops up again and Baron catches him with a bulldog, DRIVING him to the mat, and rolls him over and covers, but Skurge breaks it up at two.

Baron pulls SYB to his feet and tags in Madison, Madison steps in and he and Baron take turns lighting SYB’s chest up finally Madison grabs SYB and hits a northern lights suplex, bridges and gets a two count. SYB tries to crawl across the ring to the safety of his corner, but Madison grabs his leg and pulls him back and locks him in a spinning toe hold! SYB yells in pain and tries to gouge the eyes, but Madison stays just far enough away. Finally after torturing SYB for a bit, Madison reaches out and tags in Myers, and they each grab a leg and make a wish. SYB scurries across the ring on his hands and knees, and Myers jumps on his back and rides him across the ring, swatting him with his imaginary hat. Finally SYB makes the tag to Skurge, and Madison powders out and Skurge and Myers go toe to toe.

Myers connects with several hard chops, then hits the ropes and tries a clothesline, but Skurge ducks it, grabs Myers around the waist and hits a perfect release German suplex! Myers is folded in half like an accordion. Skurge gets to his feet and lands several stiff kicks to Myers head and chest, then pulls him to his feet, knees him in the gut, and takes him over with a gut wrench suplex, then reaches out and tags in The Amnesiac. The Amnesiac steps between the ropes and waits for Myers to get to his feet, then PASTES him with a super kick to the jaw! Myers crumbles to the mat and The Amnesiac covers, but Beer Baron breaks it up at two. The Amnesiac pulls Myers up and hits a hangman’s neck breaker, then heads to the top rope and pulls off a perfect SHOOTING STAR PRESS! He drives the wind out of Myers, and hooks the leg, but this time Madison makes it in to break up the pin attempt.

The Amnesiac pulls Myers to his feet and holds him, and tags SYB in. SYB steps between the ropes and lands a stiff kick to the ribs, then tries to lift Myers for a slam, but he can’t, so instead he taunts Baron and brings him into the ring, then hits the JERSEY TURNPIKE on Myers! Myers falls to his hands and knees in pain and SYB runs up to Myers, jumps on his back, standing there for a second, then drops an elbow across the back of Myers neck dropping him to the floor. SYB turns and says something to Skurge, and he calls the referee over and distracts him for a moment. SYB slides out of the ring and grabs Madison’s bull rope and comes back and loops it around Myers throat! Myers tries to free himself, but SYB nearly chokes him out. Finally SYB tosses the bull rope into the corner and calls the referee over and makes the cover, but only gets a one count.

SYB screams at the referee, then gets to his feet and sends Myers to the ropes, but lowers his head a moment too soon. Myers stops short, grabs SYB, and hits a thunderous PILEDRIVER! SYB’s neck is probably broken. Myers reaches back and tags in Madison, then he and Baron charge across the ring and spear Skurge and The Amnesiac off the apron and they brawl on the floor. With the referee somewhat distracted, Madison grabs the bull rope and waits for SYB to struggle to his feet. He grabs SYB and slams him to the mat, then HOGTIES HIM! Madison covers SYB, who can’t do a thing and yells for the referee. The ref turns around and sees the pin, one, two, THREE! NEW CHAMPS!
WINNERS in 17:22 – and NEW OOWF Campeonas de Trios champions – Cowboy Up! & Beer Baron

SYB howls in anger in the middle of the ring while Myers, Madison and Baron take the title and leave, slapping hands with the fans the whole way back. The Lovely and Talented Dorothy Mantooth, Fezzik, Monkh, Skurge, The Amnesiac and Jeffrey From Las Vegas do their best to untie SYB but have no luck. Finally Fezzik grabs him and throws him over his shoulder and they head to the back

<We quickly cut to the back where we see the Team From Down Under lying unconscious in a pool of blood. Medics quickly get there, but neither Outback Jack or GatorBait respond. After working on them for several minutes, Stank and Spin show up. They try to load Jack onto a gurney, but he refuses and hops off, and immediately grabs his head and falls to the floor. After a great deal of convincing, Jack and Gator relent and allow themselves to be loaded into the waiting ambulance. Before they leave, a furious Stank bellows>

S: WHO FUCKING DID THIS?

OBJ: I have no idea, jumped us from behind, we never saw it coming

SH: I’ll bet it was kz

GB: Nah they would come right at us, they are that stupid

SH: Well, DEA then?

OBJ: That wouldn’t surprise me

S: After that bullshit Davin spouted about…….I should split both their skulls!

GB: Don’t worry about it right now, we’ll deal with them, you just take that title from Poe tonight

<Gator is loaded into the waiting ambulance. Before it leaves, Stank rears back and punches a massive dent in the side. The ambulances roll out, the sirens fading in the nigh. Stank stands there, looking down, breathing hard. Spin tries to say something, but Stank just shoots him a look and walks away>

THIM REYNOLDS vs. SEAMUS MCNASTY – OOWF Onslaught Championship Match

Seamus McNasty is introduced and makes his way to the ring first to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He rolls under the bottom rope and paces around the ring, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the OOWF Onslaught champion Thim Reynolds. Thim is announced next, and slowly makes his way to the ring, never once taking his eyes off of Seamus. Thim steps between the ropes and hands the Onslaught title to the referee, and stands with his arms folded defiantly in the middle of the ring. This match will be fought under Onslaught rules, of course. The ref holds the belt high in the air, and calls for the bell. Seamus immediately charges at Thim and hammers him with closed fist shots to the head, driving Thim to one knee. This draws a warming from the referee. Remember, if you get three warnings from the ref, you earn an automatic disqualification. Thim works back to his feet and hits Seamus with a knife edge chop, then grabs him and sends him to the ropes, but lowers his head a moment too soon, and Seamus connects with a kick to the jaw that stands Thim up, then Seamus bounces off the ropes and clotheslines Thim to the mat. Thim immediately flips off his back, and Seamus grabs him, and we have some amateur wrestling going on. Seamus rides Thim to the mat, but Thim sits out of it and gets to his feet. Seamus darts right back in and tries a double leg take down, but Thim catches him in a front face lock. Seamus drives Thim back to the corner hard, planting his shoulder in Thim’s mid-section. Thim keeps the face lock though, and the referee calls for a break and Thim gives it. Seamus rears back for another punch, but the referee stops him and reminds him that closed fists are illegal.

Seamus slowly backs to the middle of the ring, snarling at Thim. Thim keeps his composure, staring at Seamus, and cracking his knuckles. They lock up again, and Thim buries a knee into Seamus midsection, doubling him over in pain. Thim hits the ropes and hits a knee lift/neck breaker combo, driving Seamus to the mat. Thim keeps Seamus down, driving his forearm across Seamus’ face, and drilling him in the ribs with several hard knees. Thim covers, but Seamus kicks out at one. Thim does this several more times, forcing Seamus to use his energy kicking out. Finally Thim pulls Seamus to a sitting position and locks him in a head lock, putting all his weight on the back of Seamus’ head. Seamus turns red from lack of oxygen, but will not give up. He fights to his feet and frees himself with several elbows to Thim’s get, then hits the ropes. On the rebound, Thim tries to catch Seamus with a knee to the gut, but Seamus shows surprising agility and leaps over the leg and rolls Thim up for a fast two count.

Thim kicks out, and spins to his feet, where he is met with a spinning punch to the head from Seamus. The punch sends Thim to the mat, but draws another warning from the referee. As Seamus stands and argues with the ref, Thim regains his composure and charges in and clips Seamus on the back of the knee, sending him to the mat in pain. Thim immediately grabs Seamus’ leg and drops several elbows across the inside of his leg. Thim keeps his weight on Seamus’ knee and pulls back, threatening to snap his leg. Thim growls in pain, but will not give up. He grabs Thim by the chin from behind and pulls his head back. Seamus keeps pulling until he can get in several clubbing shots across the chest, forcing the break.

Thim is quickly to his feet, and he waits on Seamus to stand, then grabs him and hits an Olympic slam, and covers, but Seamus rolls his shoulder at two. Thim pulls Seamus to a sitting position and lands several stiff kicks to the ribs, then one to the side of the head, then runs the ropes and hits a falling clothesline to the back of the head that folds Seamus in half. Seamus rolls out of the ring to the floor, and Thim follows.

On the outside, Thim pulls Seamus to his feet, but Seamus rakes the eyes. The referee doesn’t see this, or that probably would have been a disqualification. Seamus catches Thim with a spinning elbow to the temple, that sends Thim to the floor. Seamus grabs a beer from a fan in the front row and drinks most of it while waiting for Thim to get to his feet. When Thim gets up, Seamus charges and levels him with a clothesline. Seamus pulls Thim to his feet and sends him into the ring, then follows. As Thim stands up, Seamus catches him with a boot to the face that rocks the big man. Seamus scoops Thim up and plants him on the mat with a body slam, then heads to the top rope. The big man is gonna fly! Seamus leaps and hits a diving head but that catches Thim right on the side of the head! Seamus covers, but once again, Thim manages to roll his shoulder. We get the announcement that fifteen minutes of the twenty minute time limit have expired.

Seamus pulls Thim to his feet and catches him on the rebound with the IRISH CAR BOMB! Thim is dazed as Seamus falls on him and gets the one, two, Thim reaches out and grabs the bottom rope forcing the break just before the three count. That is his first rope break, he will get two more if needed. Seamus pulls Thim to the middle of the ring and sets him up for a pile driver, but Thim back drops out of it. Thim staggers a bit, then pulls Seamus up and whips him hard into the corner, Seamus slams into the turnbuckle chest first, and staggers backward a bit, Thim was charging in behind him, and the two smack heads. Thim Seamus falls forward, draped on the turnbuckle, Thim has to grab the ropes to keep from falling to the mat. Thim recovers quickly enough and tries to lock the reflex-o-lock on Seamus while he is still on his feet! Seamus fights the move, and the two of them stagger back to the middle of the ring and fall to the mat, both men’s shoulders are down on the mat, the referee checks both sets of shoulders and then starts the count…..one…….two…….thr……the bell rings! Thim releases the hold, and both men get to their feet and look around in confusion. Seamus slides out of the ring and grabs the Onslaught championship and sneaks into the ring behind Thim. Thim turns around and Seamus moves to NAIL him with the title, but Thim ducks the shot and traps Seamus in the Tazzmission! Seamus struggles, but Thim pulls him to the mat and cinches the move in tight. Before Seamus fades though, Matte slides into the ring, grabs the title and DRIVES it into the side of Thim’s head! Thim releases the hold and Matte pulls him to his feet, kicks him low, and DDT’s HIM ON THE TITLE! Seamus gets a few good kicks in before Stank and Spin hit the ring and chase them off.
WINNER – 20:00 Time limit draw – Thim Reynolds retains the Onslaught Championship

THE TEAM FROM DOWN UNDER vs. KZ vs. RUN DEA vs. THE HEROES GUILD – OOWF World Tag Team Title Match

Run DEA, kz and the Heroes Guild are all announced and make their way to the ring. They wait anxiously for the champions to make their entrance, but instead of The Team From Down Under’s music, we get GM the Rick with a mic:

Ladies and Gentlemen, due to an earlier backstage assault The Team From Down Under will not be able to defend their titles tonight. However, the title match will continue. Now, you were promised a four way dance for the titles, and you will get it. So, without further ado, I would like to introduce the fourth team in this title match. From deep in the heart of Texas………”God Blessed Texas” begins to play……….the former OOWF World Tag Team Champions, and the measuring stick of tag team wrestling……….PHANTOS & LUCIOS!

Inside the ring, the Heroes give a cautious round of applause. Kz look like the cat that swallowed the canary, and seem to be anxious to get their hands on Phantos & Lucios, and Davin and Darling can barely contain their excitement, but also look at each other with a strange look. Phantos and Lucios make their way to the ring, and we are about to get started.

KZ vs. RUN DEA vs. THE HEROES GUILD vs. PHANTOS & LUCIOS – OOWF World Tag Team Title Match

Before Phantos and Lucios can step into the ring, kz charge across the ring and attack them, sending them both to the floor. Run DEA are about to run to the aid of their fallen brothers when The Heroes Guild grab them from behind and spin them around. Nayr grabs Alexander Darling by the head and runs him into the turnbuckle. Davin takes a wild swing at Larson, but Larson ducks the punch and catches Davin with a European uppercut that rocks his head back. On the outside, Moose grabs Phantos and slams him into the guard rail ribs first. LD Williams pulls Lucios onto the ramp and hits a spine buster, slamming the back of Lucios head against the steel ramp. Moose pulls Phantos off the guard rail, and hammers him with closed fist punches to the face, then whips him head first into the ring post. Phantos falls to the floor.

Inside the ring, the referee is trying to restore order. Nayr and Darling are the legal men in the ring, and he manages to get Larson and Davin to the apron. Nayr whips Darling across the ring and charges, but Darling side steps him. Nayr hops onto the second turnbuckle to keep from crashing into the corner, but Darling grabs him from behind and hits a flying neck breaker from the ropes. Darling grabs Nayr’s leg and pulls him to the DEA corner and tags in Davin. Davin steps between the ropes and drops an elbow across Nayr’s chest, then another, then a third. Davin gets to his feet and taunts Larson in the corner a bit, then pulls Nayr to his feet and lifts him for a suplex, and holds him there for a long time, then DRIVES him to the mat.

On the outside, LD Williams pulls Lucios up and KILLS him with a spinning clothesline, Moose has Phantos on the ramp as well, and DRIVES him to the steel with a DDT. Moose locks the ji-endo on a barely conscious Phantos and LD connects with several kicks to Phantos face until he appears to be unconscious. Kz then grabs Lucios and Moose pulls him up, hits a HEART PUNCH that staggers the big man, LD then kicks him low and hits the CANADIAN DESTROYER on the ramp! Phantos and Lucios have been DECIMATED! Kz turn their attention back to the ring while medics rush to check on the former champs.

Inside the ring, Davin has Nayr trapped in a painful abdominal stretch, the referee asks him if he wants to quit, but Nayr refuses. Davin reaches out and tags in Darling, and he leaps off the second rope and drives an elbow into Nayr’s ribs, sending him to the mat. Darling quickly pulls Nayr to his feet and scoops him up and drops him ribs first down across his knee, and covers, but only gets a two count. Darling whips Nayr to the ropes, but lowers his head a moment too soon and Nayr leaps onto Darling’s back and leaps across the ring and makes the tag to LD Williams. Williams steps between the ropes, grabs Nayr and pulls him to his feet and throws him through the ropes to the floor, then turns his attention to Darling.

Darling and Williams slowly circle and lock up, Williams catches him with a knee to the mid-section, then hits the ropes and catches Darling with a knee lift that sends Alex back to a corner. LD comes in after him and blisters him with a chop, but Darling reverses LD in the corner and buries a shoulder into his gut. Darling whips LD into the opposite corner and follows him in with a high knee to the jaw, then tries a bulldog out of the corner, but LD throws him off into the middle of the ring. LD measures Darling, and as soon as he stands up, LD charges and nearly decapitates him with a clothesline. LD reaches out and tags in Moose.

Moose snarls and charges into the ring and pounces on Darling, hammering him with rights and lefts to the face. Moose pulls him up and hits a gut wrench suplex, then drops a knee across Darling’s throat and keeps it there. The referee falls to the mat and starts a count, but then sees that it is a blatant choke and starts counting for Moose to break. Moose breaks at four, just avoiding the disqualification. Moose pulls Darling to his feet and catches him with a kick to the gut and throws him between the ropes to the floor.

Moose follows him, and grabs Darling as he gets to his feet, but Darling turns and NAILS Moose with a shot to the face, then grabs a stunned Moose and slams him face first into the railing. Moose slumps to one knee, and Darling stomps away with kicks to the ribs. Alex pulls Moose to his feet and shoves Moose back first against the apron, then charges at him, but Moose gets a knee up, catching Darling right in the mouth. Darling turns and spits out a little blood, and Moose rolls him into the ring. As Moose follows, Bryce Larson reaches out and makes the blind tag, much to Moose’s annoyance.

Meanwhile, on the outside, paramedics are still working on Phantos & Lucios. They are both sitting upright, but there seems to be some concern about head injuries, probably concussions.

Back inside the ring, Larson waits on the apron for Darling to get to his feet and springs to the top rope and hits a perfect cross body block for a two count. Larson keeps Darling trapped on the mat, and motions for his lethal elbows! The crowd roars as Larson hooks Darling’s arm and begins to DRIVE repeated elbows into his face and neck! After two or three of them, Davin Moreland charges into the ring and catches Larson with a big boot to the back of the head that breaks the hold and sends him to the mat. Darling gets to his feet, a little woozy from the attack and makes the tag to Davin.

Davin comes into the ring and shoves Larson to the turnbuckle, then follows him in with several elbows of his own. Davin sets Larson on the top rope and climbs up after him and grabs him and hits a release belly to belly suplex, that almost sends Larson out of the ring on the opposite side! Davin pulls Larson to the center of the ring and connects with a brutal stomp to the side of the head, then covers, but Moose breaks it up at two with an elbow to the back of Davin’s head.

Davin gets to his feet and taunts Moose and KZ. Larson crawls to his corner and makes the tag. Nayr climbs to the top rope and springs into the ring and catches Davin with a flying forearm as he turns around! Davin slumps against the ropes, and kz charge into the ring. Moose attacks Darling as he comes between the ropes and both men fall to the floor, Bryce Larson joins them and the three of them slug it out. LD peppers Davin with kicks to the face, but Davin grabs LD’s trunks and pulls him between the ropes to the floor. Nayr is on his feet and charges, but Davin catches him with a clothesline from hell! Nayr does a 360 and slams onto the mat. Davin gets to his feet and is about to cover, but someone tags him……it is PHANTOS! Phantos and Lucios are back in the match! Davin turns, not really sure how to react. He is about to high five his brother, when LD grabs him from the outside and pulls him out of the ring. Phantos pulls Nayr to his feet and tries a super kick, but Nayr ducks. As Nayr hits the ropes however, Lucios connects with a punch to the back of Nayr’s head that drops him like a ton of bricks. Lucios tosses something to the floor, and the camera pans down and we see a broken roll of quarters. Phantos tags in Lucios, and Lucios hefts a barely conscious Nayr to his shoulders and Phantos heads to the top rope……DROPKICK DEVICE! Lucios covers while Phantos keeps kz and Larson from coming into the ring…..one……two……THREE!! New Champions!
WINNERS in 19:41 and NEW OOWF World Tag Team Champions – Phantos & Lucios

Phantos and Lucios grabs the titles and celebrate in the middle of the ring. They get a surprising pop from the crowd for it. After a few moments, Davin and Darling escape the brawl and slip back into the ring. They look disappointed that they did not win the titles, but clearly they are happy to have their brothers back. The four men shake hands and exchange manly hugs and are about to leave the ring, when Phantos and Lucios grabs Davin and Darling, spin them around and PASTE them with shots to the head with the titles! What the hell? Phantos grabs Darling and lifts him up and hits a BRAINBUSTER! Lucios pulls Davin to his feet and slams him with another belt shot, then locks him in the CLAW until Davin is on the mat bloody! What the hell? The crowd is actually booing DEA getting their asses handed to them! Phantos and Lucios stand up in the middle of the ring, throw the titles over their shoulders and look at one another. Then they reach up and PULL THE MASKS OFF……ITS JOHNNY ADRENALINE AND ATTITUDE ADJUSTER!!!!! THE CHICKENSHIT HEELS ARE BACK!!!! They celebrate for a moment as the crowd boos loudly and litters the ring with trash. Those boos quickly turn to cheers as a heavily bandaged, and still not completely right Team From Down Under charge to the ring with chairs and swing for the fences at The Heels. Johnny and AA bail out of the ring and hop the guardrail and escape to the back through the relative safety of the crowd. The Aussies have a look of pure hate on their faces, matched only by Run DEA, who are seething at being duped.

THE DEAD vs. CHRIS EVANS – OOWF Intercontinental Title Tournament Finals

This is the finals of the OOWF Intercontinental title tournament. “Doomsday Clock” starts and The Dead makes his way to the ring to a rousing ovation of cheers. Dead takes it all in and slaps hands with his fans as he makes his way to the ring. Dead slides under the bottom rope and runs the ropes, waiting for his opponent. Finally, “The Trooper” plays and “Lionheart” Chris Evans heads to the ring. He gets mostly boos, probably because of his association with Run DEA, but there are a few cheers mixed in. Evans climbs to the apron and springs over the top rope. With both competitors in the ring, we are ready to get the match started.

The referee calls for the bell and the two slowly circle and lock up. Evans grabs an arm wringer, but Dead backs him into the corner to force the break. The referee calls for the clean break, and surprisingly gets it. Dead backs into the middle of the ring and Evans eyes him carefully. Evans runs out of the corner at Dead, but Dead takes him to the mat with a drop toe hold, then pounces and grabs a side head lock, but Evans quickly works his way to his feet slips free and turns it into a top wrist lock test of strength. Evans steps behind Dead and tries to trip him to the mat, but Dead shows his flexibility and bends to the mat. Evans tries to get Dead’s shoulders to the mat, but he can’t. Dead fights back to vertical, and tries the same thing on Evans, with the same result, Evans bends backward but does not go to the mat, and Dead cannot get his shoulders down. Dead releases the hold and tries a leg drop, but Evans moves out of the way and Dead gets nothing but mat. Evans gets to his feet quickly and connects with a drop kick to Dead’s face that sends him to the mat. Evans quickly steps between the ropes and waits for Dead to get to his feet, when he does, Evans springs off the top rope and connects with a spinning leg lariat that sends Dead out of the ring to the floor.

Dead is quickly up and Evans charges for a dive between the ropes, but Dead hits the floor. Evans stops himself before he goes out of the ring, doing the nifty Rey Mysterio spin on the ropes. Dead gets to his feet and Evans turns around and hits a backflip OVER the top rope to the floor sending Dead crashing to the mat. The crowd erupts for that move, but Evans is not done. He quickly gets to his feet and gets on to the apron and waits for Dead to get to his feet, then runs and snaps off a perfect hurracanrana that sends Dead crashing into the guard rail! The referee give a short THAT WAS AWESOM chant and Evans slightly acknowledges it before pulling Dead up and sending him into the ring.

Evans covers, but Dead manages to roll his shoulder at two. Evans flips Dead over while he is still a little dazed and traps him in the Muta lock trying for the submission, but Dead will not give up. Instead he works his way to the ropes and grabs the bottom rope, forcing the break. As soon as they break, Dead slips out of the ring and tries to walk it off. Once again Evans climbs to the top rope and leaps at Dead trying another hurracanrana, but this time Dead catches him and POWERBOMBS him on the floor. Dead hops the guard rail, them leaps to the top of the guardrail, and drops a knee across Evans chest, then peels him off the floor and sends him into the ring. Dead pulls Evans up and whips him to the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a rolling half crab, then slips over and hooks Evans in the Rings of Saturn. Evans howls in pain but he will not give up either. Evans makes the slow crawl to the ropes, even with Dead pulling back on him for all he’s worth, and finally gets to the bottom rope forcing the break. Dead releases the hold and Evans slumps to the mat. Dead grabs his legs and flips him over, then guillotines him on the bottom rope, keeps hold, and takes him into the middle of the ring and hooks him in the sharpshooter! Evans grunts in pain as Dead sits back trying once again for the submission. Evans once again works his way toward the ropes, but just before he gets there, Dead pulls him back to the middle of the ring. Evans goes for plan B and starts working Dead's foot back, throwing his balance off. After several minutes of agonizing pain and work, Evans manages to reverse the sharpshooter! He can’t keep it on long before Dead rolls and breaks the hold.

Both men get to their feet and Evans goes for a spinning heel kick, but Dead catches him and plants him on the mat with another power bomb, then heads to the corner and climbs the ropes. Dead takes a moment too long though, and Evans gets to his feet and charges into the corner and catches Dead, gets under him, and hits a POSEIDON’S RAGE! Evans bridges, but Dead manages to roll his shoulder just before the three count. Evans gets to his feet and motions for the ICARUS WINGS! When Dead gets to his feet, Evans kicks him, hooks him, and DRIVES him to the mat with the move! Evans hooks Dead and rolls him over and gets the one……..two……..thre……NO!

Evans stares in disbelieve and then grabs Dead and hammers him with several shots to the head, then gets to his feet and waits on the apron for Dead to get to his feet. Dead struggles, to get up, then actually slumps to one knee, then fights to his feet again. Evans springs to the top rope and leaps, trying for a lariat, but Dead was playing possum and catches Evans with the CLOSE THE CASKET while he is in mid air! Evans head snaps back and he hits the canvas HARD! He may be out cold! Dead calls on him and rolls him up hooking both legs and gets the one, two, THREE! New Intercontinental champion!
WINNER in 23:13 – and NEW OOWF Intercontinental Champion – The Dead

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POE vs. STANK – OOWF World Heavyweight Title 2 out of 3 Falls Match

Stank heads to the ring first, he appears to be focused on the match, but somewhere in the back of his mind he has to be wondering who attacked his stable mates Jack and Gator. Doesn’t seem to matter though, Stank steps between the ropes and heads to the corner and waits. “Misera Cantare” plays and Poe comes out to the top of the ramp with the OOWF title around his waist, a black towel over his head, and Selena skipping at his side. They make their way to the ring and Poe hears a few more boos than usual, most likely due to the company he keeps and the man he is facing. They get to the ring and Poe holds the ropes for Selena then steps over the top rope and into the ring. Selena skips around the ring holding her nose, but then sees Poe is giving her a disapproving look. Poe hands the title to the referee who holds it up in the air, then hands it to Selena and she leaves the ring to sit ringside. The entire time, Stank and Poe eye each other warily from across the ring. The bell rings, but neither man moves. The referee barks at them to get the match started and finally they move to the center of the ring and lock up.

The two big men grunt like bulls trying to push the other around, but neither man takes a step backward. Finally they break and stare at one another. Stank motions for Poe to hit the ropes, he does, and on the rebound, Stank takes him to the mat with a shoulder block. Poe quickly gets to his feet and dares Stank to do the same, Stank obliges, hitting the ropes, but on the rebound, Poe catches him with a big power slam! Poe covers, but Stank kicks out before the referee even hits the mat to start the count. Stank gets to one knee and glares at Poe, Poe just grins and evil grin, and charges in and catches Stank with a kick to the face that sends him between the ropes to the floor.

Poe follows Stank to the outside and pulls him to his feet and whips him to the stairs. Stank tries to stop, but he can’t and slams his lower back and hip into the stairs, which do not move. Stank grabs his side in pain, but Poe doesn’t give him a moment’s rest, he pulls Stank to his feet and rolls him into the ring, and follows, then immediately drops a knee across Stank’s hip. Poe grabs Stank’s leg and turns him over in a half crab, bending back the leg with the injured him as far as he can. Stank grimaces in pain, but will not give up. He slowly inches his way toward the ropes and grabs the bottom rope and slides to the floor and tries to walk the pain out of his hip. Stank is already showing a noticeable limp and grimaces when he takes a step. Poe reaches out and grabs Stank and tries to pull him back into the ring. He gets him onto the apron, then Stank catches him with a forearm to the side of the head stunning the champ. Stank runs Poe down the apron and slams his head into the turnbuckle, as Poe staggers a bit, Stank catches him with a clubbing clothesline that sends the champ to the mat.

Stank steps between the ropes and drops an elbow across Poe’s chest and gets a one count. Stank flips Poe over and repeatedly drives a knee into his lower back, then gets to his feet and hits a falling head but right to the small of Poe’s back. Stank straddles Poe and drops all his weight right onto Poe’s back, then traps him in a camel clutch. Stank pulls back as hard as he can, and even manages to get in a couple of brutal cross face shots across Poe’s nose and eyes. Poe snarls in pain, but he will not quit. Poe slowly, amazingly, works his way to his feet with Stank on his back! AMAZING! Poe falls backward and both men lie on the mat gasping for air. Poe gets to one knee, and Stank gets to his feet. Stank grabs his head and slams him with a head but, then works Poe over with several bear like clubbing shots to the head, stunning Poe. Stank pulls him up and sends him to the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a big belly to belly suplex, driving Poe to the canvas. Stank covers, but can only get a two count before the champ rolls his shoulder. Both men are to their feet and Stank tries to whip Poe into the corner, but Poe reverses it and sends Stank in, Poe charges in for a shoulder block, but Stank side steps and Poe slams HEAD FIRST into the ring post! He didn’t even get his hands up in time to cushion the blow. Poe is dazed and Stank grabs him from behind and rolls him up, putting all his weight over Poe’s legs and gets the one, two, THREE! WINNER in 12:41 – Stank, Stank leads 1 fall to 0

Poe rolls to the outside and we see a big knot on his head where he hit the ring post. It is bleeding slightly and Poe’s eyes look glassy. Selena looks shocked and concerned. The referee calls for the second fall to start, and Stank leaves the ring and grabs Poe and shoots him back into the ring. Just for fun, he flinches at Selena, she yelps and scurries away to the safety of the Portuguese Announce Table. Stank climbs back into the ring and sees Poe on one knee still trying to clear the cobwebs. Stank pulls him to his feet and traps both arms and repeatedly slams him in the face with head butts. The knot on Poe’s head is not completely opened and blood is gushing from the wound. Stank lets Poe go and he staggers backward into the corner, Stank immediately charges in and catches him with a clothesline, then grabs him for the bulldog, but Poe holds onto the ropes. Stank turns to grab Poe, and Poe catches him with a STIFF elbow right above the eye. Stank staggers away, falling to one knee, and grabbing his head. When we see Stank again, we see that that elbow opened a nasty gash right above his eye.

So now both men are bleeding. Poe seems to have regained some of his senses and he pulls Stank up, lifts him and drives him to the mat with a spine buster, covers, but Stank kicks out at two. Poe grabs Stank’s leg (the injured one, OMG continuity!) and twists it, kicking his hamstring and the back of his knee. Poe looks like he is trying to rotate Stank’s hip right out of socket, and Stank looks to be in a pretty good amount of pain. After several agonizing minutes, Stank has just about worked his way to the ropes when Poe pulls him back to the middle of the ring and traps him in a figure four leg lock! Stank fights it and fights it and finally manages to reverse the hold. Poe immediately breaks the hold and both men slowly get to their feet. As Poe stands up against the ropes, Stank charges and clotheslines him over the top rope. Poe lands on his feet and grabs Stank’s leg and pulls him to the outside as well.

Once on the outside both men trade haymakers, then Poe connects with a hard kick to Stank’s knee. That’s when things get chippy. Stank charges at Poe and takes him to the floor, and both men throw down, landing hard shots to the head and face. Stank pulls Poe to his feet and slams him head first onto the ring post. Poe staggers and falls to the floor. Poe could very well have a concussion. The champ tries to get to his feet, but falls to the floor again. The champ is in trouble. Stank adds to his woes with another stiff kick to the head. Stank pulls Poe up and sends him into the ring, then follows. Stank pulls Poe up and sends him to the ropes and connects with a BRUTAL spine buster. Poe’s head SLAMS off the mat. Stank gets to his feet and calls for the STANK-U! The fans erupt as Stank pulls him up and gets Stank on his shoulders, but Poe slips off Stank’s shoulders, lands on his feet and shoves Stank to the ropes, and hits the HIEROGLIPH! He nearly kicks Stank’s head into the 10th row! Poe falls on Stank and covers, hooking the leg, and gets the one, two, three! WINNER in 16:11 (28:52 overall) – Poe – Series is tied 1-1

Both men struggle to their feet, Poe is still a little glass eyed, and Stank is having trouble putting too much weight on that leg. Stank charges at Poe and Poe back drops him over the ropes to the floor. Poe slips out of the ring and rummages under the ring and pulls out a table and sets it up. He grabs Stank and rolls him onto the Prince Edward Island Announce Table, sending the announcers scattering. Poe climbs up after him and grabs Stank, he is going to try and POWERBOMB him! Poe tries several times, but can’t get Stank up, and finally Stank escapes by back dropping Poe THROUGH the table! Selena covers her mouth in shock, and looks on. Stank stands up then hits a STANKSAULT off the announce table and through the wreckage of the broken table! Poe is DEAD! The crowd pops the appropriate HOLY SHIT! Chant. Stank slowly gets to his feet and rolls Poe into the ring and falls across him, draping his arm across the champs shoulders, one, two, thr…….NO!

Stank pulls Poe up and sends him to the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a forearm to the head that sends Poe staggering right to the mat. Looked like a knockout punch in a heavyweight fight. Stank pulls Poe to the middle of the ring again and covers again, and again, only gets a two count. This time Stank pulls Poe up and grabs him around the waist in a bear hug. Poe fights for breath and hits a couple of weak shots to Stank’s head, but Stank is holding on like a pit bull. The camera catches a good look at Poe’s eyes, and he looks like he is somewhere else at the moment. Stank lifts Poe off the ground and leans forward so Poe’s shoulders are on the mat. Stank gets another two count, but Poe comes to quickly and rolls his shoulder. Stank gets several more two counts before lifting Poe back to a vertical position. Poe appears to be out of it so the referee grabs his arm and checks. His arm falls once, twice, thre…..NO! Poe keeps his arm up and gets a forearm under Stank’s chin and pushes his head back until Stank has no choice but to break the hold.

Poe finally gets a little separation and kicks Stank in the gut, then throws him into the corner. As he is headed to the corner, Stank’s leg buckles and he falls to the mat, and slams his head onto the second turnbuckle. Stank slumps to the mat, but Poe can’t immediately take advantage of it because he drops to one knee. Both men are weak from injury and blood loss. Poe is up first and he grabs Stank’s legs and pulls him to the middle of the ring and starts a GIANT SWING! Oh dear GOD! Poe spins Stank several times, then lets him go, Stank rolls across the ring and under the bottom rope to the floor, Poe drops to one knee and grabs his head. I suppose spinning around when you probably have a concussion is not the best option. Stank climbs back onto the apron and Poe hooks him and brings him in with a suplex, then floats over and covers, but Stank kicks out at two.

Poe is up once again and he pulls Stank to his feet and sends him to the corner, then charges in for a splash, but Stank catches him and CHOKESLAMS him to the mat! Stank pulls Poe to the corner and climbs to the second rope, looks like he might try another Stanksault! But before he can get all the way to the top, Poe gets to his feet and gets under Stank, and winds up with Stank over his shoulder. Poe takes a few steps toward the middle of the ring and works Stank down, Poe is showing a REMARKABLE amount of strength here, and hits a SITOUT (Owen Hart) PILEDRIVER! Stank’s head bounces off the mat, Poe crawls over to him, falls across him, hooks the leg, one………two…….THREE!
WINNER in 53:28 and STILL OOWF World Heavyweight Champion – Poe

Poe falls to one knee and once again grabs his head. Selena comes into the ring with the title and hands it to Poe and gives him a huge hug. By this point, Stank has rolled out of the ring and is being helped to the back by the referee. Stank is holding his neck and limping, and clearly in a lot of pain. He pauses and turns back to look at Poe, and the two exchange the slightest of nods. Poe finally gets to his feet and still doesn’t quite look like he knows where he is. He holds the title up in the air, then steps between the ropes and heads to the back.

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