OOWF Mid-Summer Nights Scream III PPV

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OOWF Mid-Summer Night’s Scream III
Live! From Caelaverock Castle, Hollywood, Dumfries Scotland


OOWF World Heavyweight Title Dungeon Match
Poe vs. Firewoman vs. Spin Hansen vs. Tytan

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match
The Dead vs. Stank

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match - Onslaught Rules Match
The Team From Down Under vs. kz

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match
Ecosystem vs. Thim Reynolds vs. Matte

Lethal Lockdown Match
Davin Moreland vs. Alexander Darling

Tables, Ladders and Chairs Street Fight
Heroes Guild vs. Chris Evans & Bryce Larson

IHOP vs. The Chickenshit Heels vs. Phantos & Lucios
Anders Denial vs. The Amnesiac

Card subject to Scooby and the Gang snooping around

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**The Team From Down Under are at Ric's when kz approach. Outback Jack immediately assumes a defensive posture, but Gatorbait seems distracted.**

MHJ: “Relax. We're not here for trouble.”

GB: “PIIICK.”

LDW: “What's with him?”

OBJ: “Nothing. He's just a little distracted.”

MHJ: “If he's distracted Sunday night, you'll be former champs come Monday.”

LDW: “Even if he's not distracted, they'll be former champs come Monday.”

OBJ: “Big Talk.”

GB: “Nooooooo! Not Honest Abe!”

OBJ: <shaking his head> “Don't worry about us. We'll be ready to kick your asses...again.”

GB: “The fucking Bear is okay, but not Abe?”

LDW: “Seriously – is he all right?”

MHJ: “I'm pretty sure Dr. Basil's still around somewhere...”

OBJ: “He'll be fine. He just needs a little rest.”

**Ecosystem and Tytan stroll by, deep in discussion.**

Eco: “It should be cool. I heard Sgt. Bud-”

**Gator lunges across the room and tackles Eco, pummelling him and shouting “NAMEDROP!”. OBJ watches until Tytan comes to Eco's aid, then shrugs and goes to bail out his partner. kz look on in silence, then turn and walk away.**

MHJ: “If I wasn't such a heartless bastard, I'd almost feel guilty taking the belts from them.”

<fade>

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(Tytan pulls Eco out from under Gator and drags him away.)

Tytan: What was that about?

Eco: I almost namedropped. We're drafting wrestlers.

Tytan: ...for what?

Eco: I'm in an online fantasy draft.

Tytan: Cool. Did you draft me?

Eco: Oh, I can't. You can only draft fake wrestlers like Rey Mysterio and CM Punk.

Tytan: ...Do you just make up their names? That doesn't seem like much of a draft.

Eco: Oh no, they're wrestlers from the WWE and TNA and places like that.

Tytan: Okay, so who made up the WWE?

Eco: It's on the same message board. WWE is this side fed we all play around with and make pretend shows with stupid gimmicks. Like we had this guy, Santino Marella, dress up as a woman and hold the "Miss Wrestlemania" title.

Tytan: Sounds silly.

Eco: Sometimes it's a little over the top. Like, these guys made a thread about "Chris Benoit" going crazy and killing his family and himself, so they got rid of him on the show. They wrote PAGES AND PAGES about it.

Tytan: Do you only do fake wrestling on this board?

Eco: Oh no, they have real news too. Like they have complete coverage of all the OOWF promos and the match results.

Tytan: Very cool. Wait...something seems off here.

Eco: What?

Tytan: Well, I thought I heard about that Benoit guy on the news.

Eco: Eh? That's crazy. That means the fake fed on the website would have to be--OW!

(Kayfabe pops up and injects a sedative into Eco's arm.)

Eco: Drowsy...so drowsy. (Eco falls asleep.)

Tytan: What was that for?

Kayfabe: He was about to realize something he didn't need to know.

Tytan: Oh, I already knew.

Kayfabe: Really? (Kayfabe quietly reaches for her gun.)

Tytan: Yeah. he's facing Thim in ANOTHER triple threat.

Kayfabe: (stops reaching) Yes. Thim. (Kayfabe runs away.)

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Spin Hansen (voiceover): Tonight I get another shot at the World Title. I've fought...

(various black-and-white clips of Spin fighting against his three opponents from various matches flash by in quick succession)

I've been beaten...

(More black-and-white shots of painful-looking offensive moves delivered to Spin flash by, ending with a Tytan chain shot to the face. The blood in all of the shots, however, looks to be a slightly reddish color. Faint, but noticable.)

I've given beatings...

(Clips of Spin inflicting damage on his enemies play, with the blood looking brighter and redder.)

I've lost against them.

(Clips of Spin losing matches to all of the others in tonight's match, some with the Midnight Sons and some alone. The blood continues to brighten.)

I've won against them.

(Shots of victories against Poe, Tytan, and Firewoman-- some from solo matches and some from the Midnight Sons days show. The blood can't be any more red. )

They all pay tribute to something. Be it spiritual...

(A shot of Poe offering a tribute to his deities. A shot of Firewoman in a graveyard. The entire screen is taking on a reddish cast.)

Or temporal...

(A shot of Tytan injecting himself with something.)

Their own followers... their own backup...

(Poe smiling while Selena grins evilly and Moosehead Jack, L.D. Williams, and Seamus McNasty playing poker in the background. Firewoman yelling at Chris Evans while D.H. Magnusson laughs in the background and the Darlings give each other a knowing look. Tytan looking pained while a concerned Dr. Podvod holds his hand.)

And they all have their own fetishes they keep around them for luck.

(Tytan's chain. Firewoman with a Zippo. Poe's bloody towel.)

We all do.

(Spin in the bar tipping a Jaeger shot into a Red Bull. Spin's being presented with his crowbar by the Shadowed Figure. A group shot of Drink and Destroy, even including Ax-Man and F.F. Capslock.)

But there's one thing that I have that none of them have. It isn't this...

(A clip of Spin lashing out at a ballistic-gel dummy with his crowbar. The head nearly implodes with the force of it.)

Or this...

(Clips of Spin hitting every finisher he's had over the years.)

Or even this.

(Clips of Spin holding the titles he's won.)

It's this.

(The clip is a long clip of the fans in an arena, chanting Spin's name. He's in the middle of the ring, bloody, battered, and beaten but beaming at the crowd while he holds out his hands.)

AND THERE'S NOT A DAMN THING THAT YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT.

(The screen fades... to a solid red block before the next segment starts.)

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*Fade In to St. Luke's Hospital in Dublin, and we see a heavily bandaged form in the bed. We also see what appears to be Samantha Darling-Moreland sitting in the chair next to the bed; although she is heavily bandaged as well. Moonbeam (SFJ420) carefully slips into the room with her microphone, and sidles up to a clearly annoyed Samantha*

SDM: What the fuck do you want, burnout? Another z?

SFJ420: Dude ya totally but that's not why I'm here.

SDM: Then why are you here?

SFJ420: Davin was like...scheduled for a match on Sunday at Mid-Summer Nights Scream III (cheap pop)

SDM: Wait...WHAT? Did Eric O'Mac even SEE that match?

SFJ420: I dunno, I just -

SDM: No, you just NOTHING. Davin will NOT be competing this Sunday.

SFJ420: That means...

SDM: That means he forfeits, or whatever. Who fucking cares? Look at him! We'll be lucky if he comes to by Sunday. Tell Eric O'Mac, tell Alex, I don't care. But no way am I letting him compete. No way. Hell, I'm gonna try to talk him into retiring when he wakes up. You go tell that Moonbeam. Tell them.

*Moonbeam leaves in a hurry, and Samantha rubs what little hair Davin has showing as we fade out*

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*Another hospital room*

The Darling twins have side-by-side beds but both are awake; barely. They look to be in horrible shape as they watch OOWF TV and it looks like Alexis is in control of the remote as she continues to rewind and replay the Samantha promo.

Alexander: I can't believe you two did that to each other. I mean...

Alexis: It's not like we haven't tried to kill each other before. This was just done in front of a million people or so. We'll forget it happened by the big 4th of July party.

Alexander: Are you sure about that? I mean you hit a fucking Bitch Killer on a chair on the outside. That seems to be above and beyond.

Alexis: Eh, she started it.

Alexander: Wow, that's mature.

Alexis: At least I didn't start a riot.

Alexander: Seemed like a good idea at the time. So, do you think she realizes how wrong she is?

Alexis: Nope, it's probably why he married her. She never was the smart one.

Alexander: One of us probably will die, ya know.

Alexis: People can say what they want about you and us, really, but the fact remains we actually won't die. Better men than Davin have tried and none have succeeded. There is nothing that says this time will be any different. He'll try to kill you. In fact, he'll try so hard that it will wind up being what costs him. It's why he'll lose.

Alexander: You have a lot of faith in me sister.

Alexis: It's well-earned. We have been through worse and always come out on top. It's why we're Darlings and no one else is. As you like to say, with a slight modifications...We are Darlings and We are Awesome.

Alexander: Couldn't have said it better myself.

*fade*

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(CTG is alone in the Guild locker room.... OR IS HE?)

CTG: (pacing, thinking) this match is certainly unprecedented, but not too foreign a concept. I'm well aware of Paladin's interest in such festivals of destruction. I would hope that you two would also be interested in being involved.

(the invisible Ninja Cameraman pans left, where LADDER and CHAIR are listening patiently)

CTG: LADDER, you've been away for some time caring for family and friends alike, and at one time called in a group of them to assist me. I would hope you'd be interested in this competition as well, seeing as my allies have seemingly strayed from my message of justice.

LADDER: (Tacit agreement)

CTG: CHAIR, it's been even longer since our last interactions. I understand you've been in Japan of late, and I hope you had time to pay respects to the fallen Misawa. I will need you at your best.

CHAIR: (stoic)

CTG: Both of you are certainly welcome to participate per my invitation. I don't anticipate objections from Paladin on the matter. You are welcome to use this locker room as you see fit.

LADDER: (quite comfortable against the wall)

CHAIR: (folded up for rest)

CTG: thank you both.

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*Fade in* as Chris "Lionheart" Evans & "Bulletproof" Bryce Larson are reviewing the line-up for Sunday's PPV.

C"L"E: TLC street fight? Damn!

"B"BL: What? Let me see that!

C"L"E: Yeah, it says Tables, Ladders and Chair--

"B"BL: Right, I can read it, thanks. It's just that we were going to go ask GM The Eric O'Mac for a stip just like this, and he basically read our minds!

GM The Eric O'Mac steps out and sees the as yet to be named super tag team looking at the line-up

GMTEOM: What do you boys think? Pretty good for a feud ender, huh?

C"L"E: Yeah, we were going to ask for nearly the same thing.

"B"BL: It's like you read our minds.

GMTEOM: There's a lot of entertainment value in the way you guys wrestle--and paired with Firewoman? The possibilities are endless. So upper management definitely has high hopes for you two. Do you guys have a team name?

C"L"E: Nah, we've tried to come up with one.

GMTEOM: Well keep at it. I can't wait to get those t-shirts up on the website. They're sure to be big sellers.

"B"BL: We'll let you know as soon as we come up with something appropriate.

GMTEOM: Sounds good. You two have one hell of a spotfest ahead of you on Sunday, so you might want to start planning our your spots now.

Kayfabe walks in the door, and Psychology follows behind.

GMTEOM: That bitch!

C"L"E: And she brought a friend!

"B"BL: Don't worry boss, we got this.

Larson immediately grabs Kayfabe and puts her in position for a powerbomb. On the way down, Evans puts his knees up to her shoulders for a back-cracker! After the impact, Larson rolls her over into a Boston crab, and Evans kicks her squarely in the head. With Kayfabe out of commission, they move towards Psychology. Larson hoists Psychology into a Fireman's Carry, then Evans springboards off a nearby chair, connecting with an Enzuigiri, followed by a Larson Death Valley Driver to complete Heroes Not Welcome!

GMTEOM: [Points to Kayfabe] HA! ... and for you, too ... [Points to Psychology] HA!

*Fade out*

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(Tytan sits and watches the oncoming storn.)

Tytan: Once again we will all do the dance...(thunder crashes in the distance.) This war is about to come to a head....blood will pour....we have all had our victories and we all have had our defeats....Poe I will tell you this...you will not walk out the champion...as long as I am standing you will not leave as champion....

(The rain starts to fall as the lighting crashes in the distance.)

Come this Sunday we will see who the real men are...sorry Firewoman but you are more man then some of them around here.

(Eco heads over with two six-packs.)

Eco: (HAnds on to Tytan) So how long do you want to stay out here?

Tytan: Until that six pack is finished.

(Eco pops open all six beers and drinks a la "Stone Cold")

Eco: Well I am done. (He burps) I am heading in.

Tytan: The blood will flow and come Sunday our battlefield will be covered in blood and Poe it will be your last day as champion.

(Just then lightening crashes 50 feet away from Tytan.)

Tytan: Guess I better go.
(FADE)

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**L.D. Williams and Moosehead Jack are at the bar in Poe's locker room. Poe is meditating, and Selena is standing in front of a white board,**

S: “This is making my head hurt.”

MHJ: “It's simple math, Mouse, or at least is should be.”

LDW: “Bryce Larson and Chris Evans – for simplicity let's call them Team Dumb Ass – are trying to destroy Concrete TG, who Moose hates.”

MHJ: “Loathes.”

LDW: “Right, loathes. So, that's a point in their favour.”

**Selena giggles and writes 'Team D.A. “ on the board. She divides the board in two and writes '+' & '-' at the top of the columns. She makes a mark in the plus column.**

MHJ: “But, they're also pseudo-Darlings, which is a point against.”

**Selena makes a mark in the minus column.**

LDW: “True, but they're allies of Firewoman, who's only problem seems to be the company she keeps.”

**Selena makes a mark in the plus column.**

MHJ: “They're also arrogant pricks who think they're the greatest tag team in history – after all of one match.”

**Selena makes a mark in the minus column.**

LDW: “Larson did make a fool of the great and mighty Davin Moreland.”

**Selena makes a mark in the plus column.**

MHJ: “And he also handed the Trios Titles to IHOP. He made Solly a champion.”

**Selena makes a mark in the minus column.**

LDW: “Making 'Crete a former champion in the process.”

**Selena makes a mark in the plus column.**

MHJ: “On the other hand, Evans prides himself on not being a 'stereotypical' Canadian.”

LDW: “I thought there was something wrong with way he talked.”

MHJ: “-”

LDW: “eh?”

**By this point Selena is bored and starts drawing flowers and daggers around the edge of the board. Poe stretches and walks over.**

P: “What have you decided? Will you embarrass the young punks again or allow them to keep breathing?”

MHJ: “Well, the math seems to come out even.”

LDW: “So, we'll have another drink and think about it some more.”

S: “This team name isn't right. I mean, shouldn't there be an 'E' in there?”

MHJ: “Told you.”

LDW: “Don't look at me, I'm Canadian. U's we can do. Other vowels, not so much.”

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Firewoman comes in to the DEA Luxury Suites, wearing her DEA 3 hockey jersey. Larson and Evans are there

FW: What are you two doing here?

BL: Apparently, whatever had to be done, was done, and we are now members.

C"L"E: Yeah, I think Alexander is announcing it at the PPV.

FW: Great.

BL: So, when do we get Jerseys?

C"L"E: I think I should be DEA 4.

FW: You'll get them sometime around never.

BL: You're only 3.

FW: Not bad for not being a blood relative. So, you guys just gonna leave your shit laying around, or you gonna put it in your locker room.

The two jump up and grab their stuff and run into each other shoving it into a nearby locker room. Firewoman shakes her head. Lucky comes from the direction of her locker room.

L: Oh, hey boss. Everything's all set up. How are the twins?

FW: They'll be fine. I thought I had to get the key?

L: Depends on who is in charge of the keys that day. I guess since I'm your valet they figured that was close enough. Oh, Biff stopped by after Mayhem. Apparently you two had a ... "date."

FW: Did we? Who's Biff?

L: You gave him a chess lesson.

FW: Oh...yeah.....Sorry, distracted.

L: It's also a side effect.

FW: Great....did you--

L: Already set up.

FW: Thanks.

Firewoman goes into her locker room, and the ninja cams follow, but don't, of course, cross the threshold. Firewoman goes towards where Lucky has set a carved wooden box. She removes candles, incense, the silver chalice and knife from the promo before. She hangs her ghede necklace over one of the candles, and a new necklace, a Celtic cross over the other. From her pocket she gets out a chess piece, the black queen, and sits it on the table. She looks at it for a while, and then the ninja cam decides to take off before she notices.

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*Once again, Nayr and Crete are CHILLING OUT~! in the Heroes Guild locker room. They've just finished watching the Chris Evans and Bryce Larson promo.*

Nayr: Man, there's no way around it, that's a pretty sweet move.

Crete: Fear not, Paladin. We shall win, for we have the power of righteousness on our side!

Nayr: I'm not debating the righteousness part, but this could be ugly, Crete. They have everything to prove. We can't be overconfident about this.

Crete: Verily, the chances of our victory are great. We would have emerged victorious in our last match, were it not for those villains IHOP interfering.

Nayr: I guess...

Crete: And this time we have allies. Chair and ladder will prove to be the staunchest of friends..

Nayr: You realize that they can use chairs and ladders too, right? And other weapons as well. Jeez, what weapons can we even use? All I see here is this foam sword...

Crete: Paladin, isn't that your LARPing sword?

Nayr: We need an arsenal, Crete. You know, like Arsenal.

Crete: Wasn't he the one that got addicted to drugs? Paladin, though the times may be trying, drugs are not the answer.

Nayr: I wonder if they make real lightsabers.

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<we cut to the inside of GM the Eric's office where we see kz and The Team From Down Under sitting on opposite sides of the rooms, with Eric between them. All four men look like they would like to kill one another>

GMtE: Ok, so, before me, I have the four match proposals from all of you. Moose, shockingly, wants a Taipei Fence Death Match

MHJ: Damn right

GMtE: LD would like a Triple Cage TLC match, I like that kind of thinking from you

LDW: They'll never agree to it, cowardly bastards

<Jack lunges at LD but is restrained by Gator>

GMtE: Ok, moving on, Gator wants a Punjabi Prison, barbed wire match......again, no surprise there

GB: Make it happen mate. We'll finish these kz punks for good

<now it is LD's turn to lunge at the Aussies>

GMtE: And finally, Jack wants a Psychopathic Mutilation match. I am not even sure WHAT that is.

OBJ: It'll be fun

<GM the Eric collects the papers and walks around the desk deep in though, then sits down at his desk, spreads the papers out before him, and seems to carefully consider each one. Then shakes his head>

GMtE: Nope. I'm not feeling it. Not enough entertainment here. There will be blood, sure, but I am looking for more. You guys can come up with something better

<A moment of silence passes around the room as all four men try to think of something better, finally Gator speaks>

GB: How bout a Hell in the Cell match with WILD DINGOS around the outside of the ring!

GMtE: Hmmmmm........I like the direction you are going, but we are in Scotland, where would we get Dingos on such short notice?

GB: Good point

<another long silence>

LD: What about..............no that would suck

MHJ: A Stygian Death match?

GMtE: No, you and Crete already did that, and beside, that would sound too much like the Three Stages of Hell match my father is doing. No, we need something that is going to catch people's attention. Something different.......something that none of you have done as a team before.....

<Eric walks around the room deep in thought, then suddenly, as if struck by inspiration, he snaps his fingers and excitedly walks back to his desk and puts his hands on the pile of papers and looks out at the teams beaming>

GMtE: I'VE GOT IT! LIve! At Mid-Summer Nights Scream III, it is going to be The Team From Down Under taking on kz. Two of the most blood thirsty sadistic, brutal teams the wrestling world has ever seen in an.............................ONSLAUGHT RULES MATCH!

OBJ: I think this bloke has cracked

MHJ: WHAT? Why the hell would ANYone want to see that?

GB: Yeah Eric, this will never work

LDW: Yeah Eric, this will never work. Those Aussie screw ups will never be able to hang with us. Thanks! You are practically HANDING us the titles! Maybe I was wrong about you

OBJ: WAIT JUST A DAMN MINUTE are you saying we can't hang with you two?

LDW: In a clean match? Hell no

<The four men begin to argue loudly among themselves, Eric looks pleased with his work, folds his hands behind his head and sits back with a content grin on his face>

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*Fade in to St. Luke's Hospital in Dublin, and what looks to be Davin Moreland's room. We expect that this will be the "get me out of here" promo. Samantha's bandages have been removed, but Davin's have not. Samantha's [currently unsponsored] Phone goes off. Through the miracle of technology, we get to hear both sides of the conversation.*

SDM: Hello?

V: Samantha?

SDM: Yeah. Who is this?

V: GM the Eric O'Mac. Just checking in to see how Davin is doing.

SDM: Umm, well, he's faded in and out of consciousness today. I guess that's an improvement.

GMtEOM: Is he conscious now? Can I talk to him?

SDM: No and No.

GMtEOM: Ok, well I'm just trying to figure out where to put his match with Alexander Darling on the card. If he needed more time to get to the arena, I could hold the match back...

SDM: Are you high?

GMtEOM: Excuse me?

SDM: Davin's not going to BE at the arena. Didn't Moonbeam tell you?

GMtEOM: I just figured she was on the mushrooms again.

SDM: Davin will not be competing Sunday. Whatever that means, it means. Forfeit, whatever.

GMtEOM: Suspension?

SDM: That's shitty of you Eric, but fine, if that's how it's got to be.

GMtEOM: Obviously you haven't mentioned this to Davin yet.

SDM: I will when he stays conscious for more than 30 seconds. Besides, I'm his wife. He has to do what I say.

GMtEOM: Is THAT how it works?

SDM: Fuckin' A right it does. No match, Eric

GMtEOM: I bet you're going to have a tough time telling him that.

SDM: He'll get over it. It's not worth it.

GMtEOM: Fine, let's put it this way. If Davin doesn't show for his match on Sunday, he will be suspended indefinitely, that means until I say he's not suspended...

SDM: I know what it means, jackass.

GMtEOM: And beyond that, he's going to lose his place on the card, and be booked to job to PHWF wrestlers every week.

SDM: That's...retarded. And probably illegal.

GMtEOM: Sue me.

SDM: Did you forget who you were talking to?

GMtEOM: He shows Sunday, Samantha. His face and name are all over the posters and promo material.

SDM: What about "Card Subject to Change", dummy?

GMtEOM: That's not entertaining. Our fans deserve better than that old, sorry excuse that my Father uses. No...he no-shows, the crowd will KNOW he no-showed, and HE will have to explain it once his suspension is over.

SDM: Why are you being such a cocksucker, Eric?

GMtEOM: Now, now...that's no way to speak to your boss.

SDM: You're not MY boss.

GMtEOM: No, but I am your husband's boss.

SDM: He's not going to be there Sunday, Eric.

GMtEOM: Then he'll have to deal with the consequences.

SDM: He is INJURED!

GMtEOM: Ask me if I give a fuck?

SDM: Fine. Count on him not being there. If you follow through on your threats, expect to hear from our attorneys.

GMtEOM: HA!

SDM: What's so fucking funny?

GMtEOM: Ask me if I give a fuck?

SDM: You're just down to catchphrases now?

GMtEON: HA!

SDM: Fine, whatever. We're not going to be there.

*She clicks the phone shut, fishes a pill out of her pocket and pops it, washing it down with some water*

DM: *weakly* Xanax?

SDM: Advil. How long have you been awake?

DM: Long enough to hear you try to destroy my career.

SDM: Davin, don't be fucking ridiculous. LOOK at yourself. You do know it's FRIDAY, right?

DM: F-Friday?

SDM: Yes. Friday. You kinda missed yesterday.

DM: I'll be fine by Sunday.

SDM: No you won't.

DM: I heal fast.

SDM: Not that fast.

DM: Samantha...

SDM: No.

DM: Samantha!

SDM: No. I'm not going to let you do it. No matter what happens as a result, we'll work through it; but you are NOT wrestling Sunday. That's the end of it.

DM: ....sleepy....

*He nods back out*

SDM: Well, at least it's settled.

*fade*

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Firewoman is training in the gym. Let’s say… leg presses. After doing a few sets with an impressive weight, she decides to take a break. The drinking fountain in the work out area is broken. Old Firewoman would have kicked it off the wall. But this is kinder, gentler, therapy Firewoman. She throws her DEA #3 hockey sweater over her workout clothes and wanders out to the hospitality area, and picks up an Aquafina, without thinking about it. She turns to go back down the hallway. She cocks her head, as she feels she’s being followed, so she skips the work out area, and goes down the twisty-turny Hallway of Random Encounters. She goes around a corner and quickly stops in doorway, and waits. Eventually, the person following her passes her.

FW: Kid…..what are you doing?

Selena Gomez: Oh….uh……

FW: Look…..(lighting a cigarette)…..your sugar daddy is not going to like you following me.

SG: He’s not my . . . (she coughs at the smoke)

FW: Oh sorry. (Firewoman waves her hand to dispel the smoke, and is careful to not let it go her direction for the remainder of their conversation). Heh, want one?

SG: Ew, no.

FW: Good for you. Look, how old are you, kid?

SG. Almost seventeen.

FW: Well, let me tell you. In another year, your master there is going to expect payment for all the luxuries in which he's been keeping you. And he's not so nice when he gets "No" for an answer. Just something to think about.

SG: Well, maybe with those other skanks, but I’m smarter than they are. I’m different.

FW: (laughing) I’m sorry….I don’t mean to laugh, but do you want to know how many times guys like Omar there have said that to girls like you throughout history? The story never changes.

P: GODDESS! What on earth are you doing?

SG: I’m….uh….

FW: I brought her down here to try and talk some sense into her.

(Selena looks at Firewoman confused at first.)

P: I see. Goddess…back to our rooms, please. Moose has a new video for you. “Best of Barbed Wire Wrestling VIII.”

SG: Awesome!!

Selena leaves, but not without shooting Firewoman another confused look.

FW: Poor thing…

P: Somehow, I don’t think even you are that stupid. (He towers over her). I should slap you for your insolence.

Firewoman shrinks back against the wall, and looks down, seemingly incapable of meeting his gaze.

P: Oh please, Lisa. Stop the act. You can’t hide the monster I created. I can still hear the bell ringing to stop the fight...ding ding....ding ding...but they wouldn’t stop would they?

Firewoman still doesn’t react.

P: The fans were eating it up, you being brutalized to a piece of meat before their very eyes...not a soul to save you.

Poe waits … and no expected reaction is forthcoming.

P: Ah....I see the lionness has been declawed. Your therapist should be proud. This doesn’t bode well for our return to the Land of the Rising Sun, you know. Do you think Mr. Ecosystem’s return is a coincidence? I doubt you’ll be allowed to leave there a second time without meeting your old friends. I further doubt the Boy will be much help to you, after Moreland is done with him. And you’ll be all alone. Just like now. And who will smuggle you out of the country then?

A figure comes from behind Poe.

Spin Hansen: Well, we’re not there yet, are we? We have match tonight.

P: This doesn’t concern you. (Poe growls, but he doesn’t take his eyes off Firewoman)

SH: Actually it does. I have a match you two, and I’ll be damned if either of you use a back-hallway beatdown as an excuse for why I win the championship.

FW: Go away, Spin. Poe’s right. I don’t need your--

SH: Uh huh. How ‘bout we all just go our separate ways. You first, Fire. I’ll wait.

Firewoman looks up and at Spin, and then at Poe for the first time.

P: I think we are done here.

Firewoman turns and starts to walk the opposite direction from Poe and Spin, where she runs right into Tytan. Tytan has his chain around his neck.

T: Fire.

FW Tytan.

T: Thanks for giving me my chain back.

FW: No problem

T: Even though it cost me a match.

FW: No…you cost you the match. You didn’t have to pick it up.

Tytan looks like he’s about to lash out, and we see a return to the familiar Firewoman as she makes herself ready to counter whatever he does.

SH: Hey! I thought we just said we’re taking care of it in the ring.

Firewoman and Tytan stare at each other for a bit… and then smile. Firewoman walks away first.

FW: See you around, boys.

Fire goes around a corner, and the three men glare at each other for a bit. Poe smiles, and walks the other way. Spin and Tytan wait a moment, and then each turns at the same time and leaves.

[mooseheadjack]

Later that day…

Poe walks into the tunnels underneath Edinburgh. He sees the ninja cameraman ahead of him and half snickers.

Poe: You’re in for one helluva treat following me down here. Even I get uncomfortable listening to all the spirits in here.

Poe then stops suddenly as if someone said something to him. He cocks his head to listen, then eyes the camera. He then holds out his hand as if someone was holding it.

Poe: You’d like my goddess Selena…no, she couldn’t come. This is no place for children, as you know all too well.

Poe walks down the tunnel further with his hand still out.

Poe: No, I’m not going to help you find your doll.

Poe continues to walk down the tunnel. Suddenly we can hear the clumping of old heavy boots. Poe’s hands drop as if someone let go. Poe snickers.

Poe: He’s gonna get you…

Poe then jolts forward as if pushed in the back. Poe quickly turns around and glares as if someone was there n front of him. After a few intense moments, including a snarl or two, Poe backs down.

Poe: I was hoping to run into you Mr. Boots.

Poe then points down a forked tunnel.

Poe: Down here?

Poe walks down the tunnel he pointed to. After a ways he stops. He goes to the wall, placing his hands on it. He then presses his ear to it. He laughs.

Poe: Tytan…this message is for you. Your one remaining goal in life seems to be to make people unleash their monsters within. Stupid, stupid boy. You must have a death wish.

Poe glares into the camera.

Poe: I’m more than happy to oblige. The only reason I let go of that rope was because they made me. You wanted to die, I could feel it. I had that rope wrapped around your neck, squeezing the very life out of you…and it felt good.

Poe stops as if a number of spirits are speaking at once.

Poe: They want you to join them. So do I. I grow weary of your empty veiled threats. Blood will flow, of course blood will flow you idiot. Is that supposed to scare me?

Poe cocks his head as if listening.

Poe: Yes, the so-called Firewoman. You know deep inside she’s a scared little girl right now. She has to be to pray to the Morrigan for assistance. Lisa, trust me when I say you will get no quarter. Your Celtic goddess can not help you against me. What is one goddess against Hel, Pele, and Ran? It would have been enough to beat you, possibly injure you, to teach you a lesson…but then you had to continue your games with my goddess. Apparently getting her to step foot in the ring with that little gymnast was not enough for you. Tell me, are you so desperate to draw attention away from us, from our past, that you will do near anything? Maybe…just maybe I should put you out of your obvious misery. Maybe I should send you home to daddy. Would you like that? Huh?!

Poe stops and listens. He seems concerned.

Poe: Yes, I agree. Spin Hansen is the wild card in all of this. He sees to think his recent matches against me can be allotted as ‘successes’.

Poe laughs.

Poe: Listen, Spin, you’re going to be trapped in a dungeon with three of the sickest people alive. I know this because a large part of the reason the other two are sick is because of me. A dungeon is a place of torture Spin. Hell on Earth. Think very seriously about if you truly want to be in there with us. Yes, you’ve shown a violent streak…I’m not impressed. You may have accomplished a lot here in the OOWF, but this was BP…before Poe, before I arrived and raised the bar in this company. You have been weighed…you have been measured…and you have been found not up to snuff son. Pay your insurance Spin. You’re gonna need it.

Poe breathes in deep. He then looks to the camera.

Poe: Do you really wanna go further?

The cameraman shakes the camera side to side to signal ‘no’ and the camera feed is cut.

Wiki:
Edinburgh's extensive catacombs and vaults below the city are renowned for their ghosts and ghost tours. Common ghosts include a little girl who has been reported to hold the hand of tour guests and is searching for her lost doll. Mediums reported her as having been murdered by another ghost who resides in the area, Mr. Boots who has been described as a violent and callous man, who shoves and abuses tour guests from behind. He is noted also for the heavy clumping of his boots.

[mooseheadjack]

<Moose is sitting backstage atop a stack of pallets with his eyes closed when suddenly a ladder thunks against it and the ever present and demanding SFJ13 climbs the ladder and sticks a mic in Moose's face>

SFJ13: We need answers from you

MHJ: <never opening his eyes> No

SFJ13: I'm not asking you

MHJ: You remember Canadian Dragon?

SFJ13: Yes

MHJ: Remember what he did to SFJ's on ladders?

SFJ13: Yes

MHJ: I think he was onto something

SFJ13: Just answer the question

MHJ: <calmly> You haven't asked one

SFJ13: What do you think of the stips GM the Eric imposed on your title match this week?

<Moose takes a deep breath and still doesn't open his eyes>

MHJ: It's real simple. Eric wants a show, and Eric will get a show. I have never claimed to be a great technical wrestler, I'm not. I leave that to LD. Thats not to say I can't wrestle. I have faced Crete in Onslaught rules matches.......and won. See, I am not sure what Eric wants, Eric is impulsive and acts without careful consideration. I am what I am, and for the most part, that is unchecked fury in the ring. Its a catharsis, its my release. Now........Eric is demanding that I bottle up that fury, that I keep it in check, that I reign it in and play by an idiotic set of rules that runs completely against the very nature of the beast. But that's fine. Eric, I just want you to consider this, when you try to control fury, when you bottle up rage, that rage intensifies. That rage builds, and eventually, it will come out. And when it does, someone will get hurt. Now......as the General Manager, you have a decision to make. Do you go for the spectacle of two of the most blood thirsty teams in wrestling facing one another in a scientific match, or do you play the odds and hope that when, not if, but when, that rage explodes, it happens in the ring, or back stage and not in the crowd, or at an air port. Heavy hangs the head that wears the crown of GM

SFJ13: One more thing, what about the comments Poe made to Firewoman? What is their deal with Japan?

<With this, Moose snaps his eyes open and glares at SFJ13, clearly making her a little uncomfortable>

MHJ: I would suggest that you stick to asking the questions that you are told to ask. There are things better left alone. Thats a lesson you should learn.

<with that Moose hops off the pallets and heads down the hall>

[mooseheadjack]

*Outback Jack and Russ are doing a sit-down interview*

R: I see your partner isn't here.

OBJ: He's enjoying the carpet in the Destroyitarium.

R: I see you guys have an Onslaught Rules match with kz.

OBJ: When I first came to the OOWF, I tried to go back to an earlier time in my career, when I was known for mat wrestling and submission moves. I've continued from time to time to use the Croc Hunter and the Croc Tamer, and I haven't forgotten a number of other submission holds.

Russ: You and Gator spent a lot of time in Japan. Would you care to comment on recent comments by other OOWF performers?

OBJ: At the moment, no.

[mooseheadjack]

(Ecosystem is sitting in the locker room, the night before Mid-Summer Nights Scream. It's 12:37 AM, and the arena is empty.)

Eco: I love you.

(Pause.)

Eco: Really, I do. I love you.

(Pause.)

Eco: I know, it seems...ridiculous. It's been such a short time. But you make me...happy. You make me believe in myself, believe that I'm worth something. When I go out with you in public, people look, and they know that if you're with a guy like me, I gotta be worth something.

(Pause.)

Eco: It's very easy to lose something special like this. Very easy. But I will not, under any circumstances, allow anyone to break us apart. Not now. Not when we're beginning to form something so special.

(Pause.)

Eco: I love the way you feel in my arms. I love holding you, caressing you. I never felt as much of a man as the day you gripped me around my waist for the first time. I love you, and I will not lose you.

(Eco stands up. He walks over to his Onslaught Title belt, which he has been speaking to this whole time, and drapes it over his shoulder.)

Eco: (to the belt) Let's go home.

(Eco walks out of the locker room.)

[mooseheadjack]

*Fade in to St. Luke's Hospital in Dublin. A harried Samantha Darling-Moreland is getting some coffee in the cafeteria, and talking to one of the nurses before heading back upstairs to the room. When she gets back (with the nurse) the bed is empty!*

SDM: Did they move him?

tN: No...

SDM: Fuck!

*She runs over to the information desk and talks to Someone Who Knows Information*

SDM: Davin Moreland! Where is he?!?!

SWKI: Dav...Davin who?

SDM: Big, tall guy with a bunch of bandages on his head!

SWKI: Oh, he just left.

SDM: Left?!! How!??! When?!?!

SWKI: 2 guys in masks came in and they were helping him walk until I told them they needed to use a wheelchair before getting outside. They left ADA, but here, it's signed and everything.

SDM: Dammit! How long ago was this??

SWKI: Oh, no more than a couple of minutes, ma'am.

*Samantha SPRINTS likes she's running from the po-po out toward the exit. Through the revolving door she spots Davin, Phantos and Lucios just ducking into a cab and taking off. She watches the cab pull away just as another pulls up. A friendly, helpful cab driver is driving.*

FHCD: Where to, miss?

SDM: Dublin Airport. As fast as you can get there.

FHCD: My pleasure.

*He peels out. Samantha hops on her [currently unsponsored] cell phone...we have magic 2-way technology with the ticket agent*

SDM: Yeah, hi. I need to book on the next flight to Edinburgh.

TA: Next flight to Edinburgh is in 40 minutes.

SDM: Shit. Excuse me, Cabbie? How far are we from the airport?

FHCD: No more than 10 minutes, lass.

SDM: Still, security...not gonna make it...When's the next one?

TA: A half hour after that.

SDM: Book me on that one, would you?

*They complete a transaction, and we fade*

[mooseheadjack]

*Fade in* to Chris "Lionheart" Evans & "Bulletproof" Bryce Larson, who seem to be talking to a Chair, a Ladder, and a Table!

"B"BL: Alright, I don't know if ths shit's real, but I saw you guys talking to Gryfon.

CHAIR: [Stoic.]

LADDER: [Motionless.]

TABLE: [Somewhat distracted?]

C"L"E: [To the table.] Well, except for you. Crete obviously didn't find you important enough during his promo.

TABLE: [Goes from somewhat distracted to somewhat angered?]

"B"BL: Exactly. You see, you're in here because we're a team of winners. So I know you'll make the right decisions during our match later tonight.

C"L"E: So are we cool?

TABLE, LADDER, and CHAIR: [Silent, stoic & motionless.]

C"L"E: Alright, I'm glad we had this talk.

Firewoman walks in, shocked that these two are talking to a table, a ladder & a chair!

FW: What...the...hell.

"B"BL: Well...we figured...

C"L"E: Yeah...I mean...well...

FW: Listen, I don't have time for this shit. Just get this stuff out of here as soon as possible. I came in here for a reason.

"B"BL: What is it?

C"L"E: Yeah, what do you need.

FW: I don't need anything, well, not from either of you. I have something for you guys.

Firewoman pulls out a Target bag, and hands it to Bryce.

C"L"E: They have Target out here?

"B"BL: Supposedly a Super Target, from what I hear.

FW: Don't worry about that. Just open it.

Bryce opens the bag and hands the contents to Chris...first a bottle of lighter fluid, and then a long-stemmed lighter.

FW: I think you guys can figure out what to do with that.

Larson & Evans smile at each other, then exchange the fistbump of mad respect as Firewoman leaves.

*Fade out*

[mooseheadjack]

*DEA Luxury Suite*

Only a few hours before the show and the DEA Luxury Suite is relatively quiet. Bryce Larson and Chris Evans are going over some last minute strategy for their match with The Heroes Guild. Alexander is getting taped up by his sister and flinching every few moments as it looks like he's still in bad shape. As he continues to get taped up, Firewoman enters the suite from her locker room and everyone is finally in the same room.

Alexander: *cough* Good, now that everyone is here I'd like to say something.

Attention in the room turned to Alex.

I'm not big on speeches and even though you may think I like to hear my voice, well I do. But this isn't about that. I may be hurting right now, but hurt is good. Because my hurt is nowhere near the hurt that Davin Moreland is and will be after tonight is over. Tonight is the night that I end that betrayer's worthless existence and can move on to bigger and better things. And tonight will be special for more than that. Evans, Larson...I know we haven't made it official yet, but if you two do what I know you're capable of tonight and put the final nail in the coffin of The Heroes Guild...it will prove a lot to me. And then we have you...

As Alexander turns his attention towards Firewoman.

What can I say about you. The three of us, you, Lexie, and myself...well we've been through a whole fucking lot together. We came through this business together. We've traveled the world together. And even though you weren't there when I won my first world title, I will be there when you win yours tonight. The rest of this locker room can say I'm an arrogant douchebag and they may be right, but the one thing that holds true is what I told you in Philadelphia. You are DEA. You are family. And tonight, family becomes OOWF World Heavyweight Champion.

Firewoman looks shocked at the display and words coming from Alexander. There seems to be something holding her back, but it looks like she just has no idea to respond to this.

It's okay. You don't have to say anything. The four of us will go into that ring tonight and we will prove exactly who we are and what we're capable of. And the OOWF will truly never forget the letters DEA. It will be a special night. I guaran fucking tee it.

*Fade*

[mooseheadjack]

OOWF Mid-Summer’s Might Scream III PPV
Live From Caelaverock Castle, Hollywood, Dumfries Scotland

ANDERS DENIAL vs. THE AMNESIAC

The Amnesiac comes out without his fellow IHOP members SYB and Skurge, perhaps he forgot them. He makes his way to the ring and gets a few cheers. He will be facing the relative newcomer Anders Denial, a man who has, so far, left both of his opponents unable to compete ever again. Denial’s music plays and he slowly makes his way to the ring watching The Amnesiac the entire time. Denial slowly circles the ring and finally slowly climbs onto the apron and backs into a corner, waiting for the bell to ring. While he is waiting, he slowly slumps to the mat, his eyes never leaving the Amnesiac. Finally the referee calls for the bell and Denial pulls himself up and charges out of the corner at The Amnesiac. The Amnesiac seems a bit surprised by Denial’s speed and tries to cover up, but Denial lands a barrage of lefts and rights anyway, backing TA into the corner. Denial grabs The Amnesiac’s legs and simply dumps him over the top rope and watches him fall to the floor.

The Amnesiac is quickly back to his feet and he walks around the ring and cautiously gets back into the ring. Denial meets him in the middle of the ring and puts his arms up for a test of strength, but before TA can lock up, Denial catches him with a kick to the gut and whips him into the corner. TA scales the ropes and gives a head fake for a cross body block, Denial ducks, then Amnesiac leaps and takes him over with a sunset flip for a one count. Denial rolls out of the pin attempt and catches Amnesiac with a kick to the face that sends him back to the mat. Denial then bounds off the ropes and drops a knee across Amnesiac’s throat, and keeps it there while the referee warns him about a choke, breaking at four to avoid the disqualification. Denial pulls Amnesiac to his feet and wrings his arm, then connects with a crescent kick that catches him across the throat and chest. Amnesiac falls, but Denial keeps hold of his arm and pulls him back to his feet and hits a stunner, dropping Amnesiac throat first onto his shoulder. Amnesiac falls out of the ring to the floor, Denial slowly follows him as Amnesiac tries to regroup.

Denial lets Amnesiac get to his feet then blisters him with a chop that sends him against the ring post. Denial charges for a clothesline, but Amnesiac moves out of the way and Denial slams into the ring post head first. He staggers away and Amnesiac charges and catches him with a bulldog on the floor. Amnesiac rolls Denial into the ring and slides in and covers, but Denial kicks out at one. The Amnesiac gets to his feet and climbs to the ropes and waits on top, as Denial gets to his feet Amnesiac leaps and catches him with a chop to the top of the head that drops Denial to his knees. Amnesiac bounds off the ropes and connects with a low drop kick to Denial’s face that bends him backward and sends him to the mat. Amnesiac covers, and once again only gets a one count. Amnesiac leaves the ring again and climbs to the top rope and this time connects with a cross body block and gets a two count. Denial backs into the corner and tries to regroup, Amnesiac charges in and Denial catches him with a boot to the face, then pulls him back to the corner and climbs to the top rope, Denial puts his shin on his throat and falls forward, driving his leg into Amnesiac’s throat. When they hit the mat, Amnesiac spasms with pain, and Amnesiac looks around at the fans, and you can see him rolling with silent laughter.

Denial pulls Amnesiac to his feet and grabs him by the throat for a choke slam, but Amnesiac fights out of it with kicks and punches, then sends Denial to the ropes and catches him with a power slams on the rebound. Amnesiac covers, but Denial is out at two. Amnesiac gets to his feet and waits for Denial to get to his feet, he grabs him from behinds and hits a trio of German suplexes, bridging on the last one for another two count. Amnesiac is fired up, and gets the crowd behind him. He pulls Denial to his feet and sends him to the ropes, but lowers his head a moment too soon, and Denial catches him and hits a PILEDRIVER! Denial covers, but doesn’t want the three count! He pulls Amnesiac up at two! What is he thinking?

Denial dumps Amnesiac over the top rope again and once again slowly, methodically, follows him to the outside. He waits for Amnesiac to get to his feet, and grabs a chain and runs after him, but Amnesiac drops to the floor and takes Denial down with a drop toe-hold that sends Denial’s head crashing into the stairs. Denial stays down, and when he does finally move, we see his mask is stained dark with blood. Denial touches his fingers to the mask and sees he is bleeding, and SNAPS. He charges at Amnesiac and catches him with a hard right to the jaw that sends him to the floor. Denial pulls Amnesiac up and lifts him up and drops him throat first on the guard rail! Once again Amnesiac’s head snaps back and he grabs his throat in pain. Denial shoots him into the ring and climbs in and waits in the corner. Denial starts a slow stomp, chopping the air with each stomp. In the middle of the ring, Amnesiac is slowly getting to his feet, when he does, Denial charges out of the corner and hits the BUISNESS SIDE! Amnesiac does a complete flip in the air and hits the mat hard, grabbing his throat and chest in pain. Denial covers him, pressing down on his chest, and gets the one, two, three.
WINNER in 9:14 – Anders Denial

IHOP vs. THE CHICKENSHIT HEELS vs. PHANTOS & LUCIOS

The Measuring Sticks of tag team wrestling are announced first and make their way to the ring. They pause to pose for pictures and slap hands with the fans, who cheer them loudly. They make their way to the ring and wait in the corner and discuss strategy. IHOP, SYB and Skurge are announced next, and they make their way to the ring to a mixed reaction from the fans. Skurge ignores it, but SYB is distracted somewhat easily and turns to yell at some of the fans. They finally make it to the ring and Skurge remains in the ring and SYB heads to the corner. Skurge and Phantos eye one another and wait for The Chickenshit Heels to make their way to the ring.

The Heels are announced and make their way to the top of the ramp. They are booed mercilessly as they SLOWLY make their way to the ring. The whole time they are mocking Phantos and Lucios, who are daring them to come into the ring. Johnny and AA make it to ring side finally and then reach into their tights and pull out the Phantos and Lucios masks and taunt the former champs with them. Lucios is about to leave the ring but the referee stops him and orders the Heels into the ring. They slowly climb onto the apron and AA looks like he will be the legal man. Phantos starts to charge across the ring, but Skurge darts in and catches him with a knee to the mid section. As soon as Phantos hits the mat, AA connects with a kick to his face, then he turns and leaves the ring. Johnny and AA open up some folding chairs and take a seat outside the ring, seemingly content to watch the match.

Skurge pulls Phantos to his feet and sends him to the ropes and lowers his head, Phantos hops over him and stops, turns around and catches him with a drop kick to the jaw. Skurge spins right back to his feet and ducks a clothesline attempt from Phantos and grabs him in a waist lock for a German suplex, but Phantos grabs his leg and pulls him to the mat, then spins trying for a figure four, but Skurge grabs him in a small package for a quick two count.

By now, The Chickenshit Heels have somehow got their hands on some popcorn and are content sitting on the outside watching the match. Inside the ring, Phantos kicks out of the small package and both men are quickly to their feet. Skurge catches Phantos with a knee to the mid section, then sends him to the corner. Phantos flies into the corner, then runs the ropes, turns and hits a perfect cross body block on Skurge for a two count. From outside the ring, Johnny and AA boo and throw popcorn into the ring in disgust. Skurge and Phantos get to their feet and look out of the ring in disgust, then both men hit the ropes and suicide dive through the middle rope to the floor, trying to nail The Chickenshit Heels, but Johnny and AA saw them coming, got to their feet and grabbed their chairs, folded them, and PASTED them with chair shots to the head as they came out of the ring! Phantos and Skurge lie lifeless on the floor, Johnny and AA get a few kicks in until SYB and Lucios storm around the ring and try to get them, but The Chickenshit Heels hop the barricade and escape through the crowd.

The Chickenshit Heels make it to the top of the ramp unscathed, somehow, and mock IHOP and Phantos and Lucios, who are inside the ring, furious. They seem content on taking the DQ loss rather than face two teams that don’t especially like them. The referee is not entirely sure what to do, can you just disqualify one team? Does the match continue? The referee and timekeeper confab and they decide that the match will continue, but since the Heels were the last people to make contact with the other wrestlers, that that will count as a tag and they are now the legal men in the ring. The referee starts the ten count, and if the Heels don’t make it back to the ring before the ten count, they lose the match! The Heels protest loudly and throw a fit at the top of the ramp. Finally, they realize what is about to happen and they head toward the ring since, for some reason, a count out loss is worse than a disqualification loss, so The Heels storm back to the ring, just beating the ten count. Phantos, Lucios, SYB and Skurge all lunge toward the Heels, so they quickly bail out of the ring to the floor. The Heels demand that the referee clear the ring of everyone else before the set foot in the ring. This takes several minutes as both P&L and IHOP are anxious to get their hands on Johnny and AA. Finally the referee threatens to disqualify the other teams if they come back in without a legal tag being made. Johnny and AA seem satisfied with this, but also take their time on the outside, letting the count run to nine before they slide back under the ropes.

They realize that they are the legal men, almost as if on cue, AA falls to the mat and Johnny falls on top of him and the referee hits the mat and makes the one, two, THREE! Phantos and SYB make it into the ring just a moment too late to break up the count. Johnny and AA slide out of the ring and celebrate like they just won the titles of every federation ever all in one match. They point to their heads and laugh as Phantos and Lucios try to break out the New Age Outlaws precedent, but to no avail.
WINNERS in 11:14 – The Chickenshit Heels

THE HEROES GUILD vs. BRYCE LARSON & CHRIS EVANS – Tables, Ladders and Chairs Street Fight

Evans and Larson make their way to the ring first, looking very cocky based off of their win on the last Midweek Mayhem. So confident, even, that they’ve chosen not to bring any weapons to the ring, and are dressed in their typical wrestling gear. THG follow behind. Nayr is riding a Mountain Dew Code Red Cooler to the ring and Concrete TG is bringing a shopping cart full of plunder!

Russ: How did they get a Target cart into the castle?
Razz: I don’t know Russ, but look what they’re wearing? Is that a cloak?
Russ: Yes, it looks like Nayr is telling fans it’s an Invisibility Cloak!
Razz: And look in their Target cart. I see a toy light saber, a Nerf gun, some stuff I can’t see, and…and I think they have fresh produce in there!
Russ: That’s right Razz, looks like they went to a Super Target!

THG park their cart at ringside, and enter the ring. Larson & Evans immediately powder out! They reach under the ring, and grab two tables. The match hasn’t even started yet and we’ve suddenly got two tables set-up at ring side! Larson & Evans head over to the Super Target Shopping Cart of Plunder, and start poking fun at the items in the cart. They get a little too distracted, and Crete nails a heat seeking missile through the ropes on Evans! Larson sees this, and doesn’t see Nayr on the top rope, and he comes flying off with a tope’ on his former partner! THG stand tall as the bell finally rings to start the match!

Nayr & Crete send their opponents into the ring, and immediately go to work on Evans. They isolate a body part while keeping Larson at bay. Crete has Evans shoulder exposed, and Nayr drives a knee to the shoulder off the top! Larson tries to get in the way, and Crete clotheslines him over the top! Nayr then locks in a cross arm breaker, and we could be done early in the match!

Larson returns from the floor with a chair. Chair shot for Crete! Chair shot for Nayr! Bryce covers Crete…1…2…NO! He then covers Nayr…1…2…NO! Larson positions Nayr up like an inverted atomic drop, and Evans springboards off the top rope with a dropkick! Larson crosses Nayr’s legs, stepping over into a Sharpshooter! Evans springboards off the middle rope and nails a seated dropkick on Nayr! Larson releases and Evans covers Nayr…1…2…NO! Larson & Evans look to position Nayr for The Sweet Taste of Professionalism, when Crete hits the ring with a Toy Light Saber! He nails Bryce with the Saber, and he sells it like death! Shot to Chris, and he sells it, too, rolling to the outside! Nayr is up, and flies over the top with a Tope Suicido on Evans!

With Nayr & Evans on the floor, Crete sets up a table in the ring. Larson is slow to get up, and Crete drives a knee to his head to keep him down. Larson starts to get up again as Crete heads to the outside, to the Super Target cart. Larson looks at Crete, but before he can do anything, Crete throws a Head of Lettuce at Bryce! Bryce is more distracted than anything, so Crete grabs the Nerf gun. Bryce laughs it off, until Crete shoots him square in the eye. Pinpoint Accuracy! Crete reenters the ring, takes Larson up top, and starts to get him up for a superplex. Larson blocks, and tries to lift Crete, to throw him through the table. But Crete shifts momentum in mid air, taking Larson over in Top Rope DDT through the table! Crete covers…1…2…NO! Evans pulled Crete off at the last minute. Evans and Crete trade punches on the outside as Nayr drags Larson to a clean corner of the ring. Nayr goes up top and connects with a Twisting Phoenix Splash! 1…2…NO! This time Evans pulled off Nayr at the last minute. Crete takes the opportunity to whack Evans with a chair, sending him down! Larson rolls to the outside as Crete sends Evans in, and follows behind.

Crete lifts Evans up for a suplex, and Nayr comes off the top with a dropkick, sending him down. Crete motions outside, and they hit the floor. Larson is to his feel, so Nayr whacks him with a chair to put him back down. Crete reaches under the ring, and pulls out a ladder! Nayr reaches under and gets a ladder perfect for him, a 3-foot step ladder! Both ladders are slid in the ring, where Evans is getting to his feet. Crete picks up the small ladder, and rams it into the midsection of Evans! He tosses the small ladder to Nayr, who falls over when he catches it. Crete has the big ladder, and spins around with it, nailing Evans in the head! With Evans down, Crete sets up the 6-foot ladder, and climbs up the side closest to Evans. Crete comes off and connects with a moonsault off of the ladder! Crete covers Evans…1…2…NO! Crete moves out of the way as Nayr has made his way up the ladder, and comes off with a 760 splash! 1…2…NO! Larson whacks Nayr in the back with a chair to break up the fall.

Crete comes over and nails Larson in the face with the little ladder. Larson falls back to the ropes and Crete sets up the small ladder about 6 feet away from the big ladder. Crete charges Larson, who steps forward, lifts Crete and connects with a Hotshot on the top rope! Crete is on his back in between both ladders, and Larson climbs up the 6-foot ladder, positioning himself for a leg drop. Before Larson can jump, Nayr leaps to the top of the 3 foot ladder, flying off and connecting with a leg lariat that drops Larson off of his ladder! Crete tells Nayr to set up two more tables as he heads to the outside. As Nayr has both ladders up, Crete returns to the ring with a 12 foot ladder!

Evans tries to stop Crete, but Nayr dropkicks him in the back to send him to the outside, crashing through a table on the way down. Crete and Nayr set on table on top of the other, for double stacked tables! Crete sets up the 12 foot ladder as Larson hits a low blow on Nayr, sending him to the outside. Crete starts to climb the ladder on one side, and Larson follows up the other side. They make it to the top, and trade punches. Larson tries to position Crete for a superplex, but Crete blocks it. Now Crete is trying to set Bryce up for a superplex, and if it connects, they will crash through both tables! Larson rakes the eyes, and now lifts Crete up for an attempted suplex. It appears that if he is successful, Crete will get suplexed over the top rope and right to the floor! They continue to fight for the superplex, and neither man is able finish the move. Finally, when it seems like Larson will win the battle, Nayr makes his way to the top turnbuckle, holding what looks to be a Super Soaker!

Russ: Razz, is that Super Soaker?
Razz: It is Russ, and look at the side! It says “Holy Water” on it!

Larson keeps his advantage, and has Crete up for the superplex! Nayr crosses his heart, looks up to the sky, and sprays Bryce with the Holy Water from the Super Soaker! It works! Larson puts Crete back onto the ladder, and Crete then lifts him up, and superplexes him off of the 12 foot ladder, through both tables! Both men are lying on the mat, not moving! Nayr checks on Crete, who is just pointing to Bryce. Nayr seems more concerned with his Guild leader, who finally pushes him towards Larson, telling Nayr to make the pin. Nayr finally realizes and covers Bryce…1…2…2.99999! Evans pulled the ref out of the ring! The ref asks why, and Evans yells “’Crete PULLED BRYCE’S HAIR!” The ref pushes him away as Evans slides back into the ring.

Nayr tosses the little ladder at Evans, who catches it and throws it back to Nayr, who also catches it. Nayr looks confused, and Evans dropkicks the ladder into Nayr’s face! Evans grabs Nayr and positions him for what appears to be a Kudoh Driver. Evans has Nayr up, and drives him down to the mat! MOUNTIE KILLER! Evans covers Nayr…1…2…NO! Evans rolls Nayr to the outside and turns his attention to Crete. Crete tries to mount some offense, but his punches have very little power after the superplex through the double-stacked tables. Evans buys himself some time when he hits a backdrop driver in the center of the ring! Evans uses that time to set-up yet another table in the ring. Evans puts Crete on the top rope, then climbs up himself. He puts Crete over his shoulder, reaches back, grabs Crete’s head, and jumps back with a SCHWEIN THROUGH THE TABLE! Cover…1…2…NO! Crete somehow kicked out!

On the outside, Larson has managed to set-up a table on the floor, and a ladder against the ring post. Larson starts fighting with Nayr on the floor, and Evans slides out to help his partner. He kicks Nayr in the leg, and Larson connects with a spinning elbow to Nayr’s head. Evans then lifts Nayr onto his shoulders as Larson pulls out the little ladder, setting it up about a foot away from the ladder leaning against the post. As Evans holds Nayr up, Larson reaches under the ring, and has a bottle and al lighter. He laughs maniacally as he squirts the liquid onto the table.

Russ: Razz, that smells like lighter fluid!
Razz: Seems like these two are spending a little too much time with Firewoman!

Larson then pulls out a long stemmed lighter, and lights the table. It’s immediately engulfed in flames! Larson stands on the little ladder, grabs Nayr’s head, runs up the ladder against the ring post and flips them over…DOOMSDAY SLICED BREAD #2 ON NAYR THROUGH A FLAMING TABLE ON THE FLOOR!

With Larson and Nayr down, Evans looks to the ring. He sees Crete, who has Nayr's Invisibility Cloak! Crete puts it on, clasping it together, closing his eyes and smiling. Evans smirks, because HE CAN STILL SEE CRETE! He walks slowly towards Crete, pretending he can’t see him, then grabs the cloak and pulls it off. Crete looks shocked, and Evans steps forward and connects with an STO! Larson climbs up top, signaling to Evans. Evans nods in agreement, and positions Crete for the Mountie Killer. Crete reverses out of it, and almost has Evans in position for the same move. Evans reverses again, and lifts Crete up into position. Larson comes off of the top…DOUBLE STOMP into the KUDOH DRIVER! CAREER KILLER! Crete is out cold as Evans rolls towards Nayr, who is still on the floor, and seems to be knocked out as well. Larson quickly makes the cover…1…2…3!
WINNERS in 27:22 – CHRIS “LIONHEART” EVANS & “BULLETPROOF” BRYCE LARSON (Larson pin fall on Concrete TG following a double team Career Killer)

ALEXANDER DARLING vs. DAVIN MORELAND – Lethal Lockdown Match

*We immediately cut to the back of the arena in the garage area. A limousine pulls up, with Dunkin' Donuts written on the doors. This looks to be the Run DLP Limo all right! It stops and Samantha Darling-Moreland, Phantos and Lucios all get out of the car. Will Davin show up tonight? Phantos and Lucios both reach into the limo, and literally pull out Davin Moreland; and they each have one of his arms around their shoulders. They are SLOWLY helping him walk toward the locker rooms, and Samantha is literally berating the 3 of them.*

SDM: Do NOT fucking DO this, Davin!

DM: *limping along and hanging on tightly to Phantos and Lucios* Don't start, Samantha.

SDM: START?? I haven't fucking STOPPED for 2 days! What the FUCK is going through your mind?

DM: Ending this. Tonight.

SDM: You. Can't. Walk. You. Fucking. Moron.

DM: I'm just conserving my energy.

SDM: Fuck you Davin. Cut the shit.

DM: What time is it, Luc?

L: 5 minutes 'til the match, D. You wanna go right to the curtain?

SDM: NO!

DM: Yup, might as well.

P: We better pick up the pace a little then.

SDM: ARE NONE OF YOU LISTENING TO ME? Phantos. Lucios. Stop this right now! You can see he's hurt, right?

P: Yes ma'am. We see that clear as day.

L: Clear as Day.

SDM: Then WHY are you helping him?

*They all stop briefly*

L: Ma'am, Phantos and I have been up and down the road with Davin more on than off for nearly 2 years now.

P: Davin will find a way to wrestle, no matter what you say ma'am; so we might as well help him.

SDM: Are you fucking serious?

L: Yes Ma'am.

P: Yes Ma'am.

SDM: He could kill himself. You realize that, right?

P: Yes Ma'am. But by all means, ask him yourself. He's not going to no-show the match.

SDM: Fine. Davin. Honey. Sweetheart. Will you please, PLEASE stop this and we'll get back to the hospital?

DM: No. This ends tonight. Now you all aren't allowed down at ringside, so I'm going to have to make it down myself.

SDM: I don't believe this...

DM: SAMANTHA! This is what I fucking DO. They don't call me the craziest motherfucker in the OOWF for no reason. This ends tonight. One of us will walk out of that ring, and one of us won't. Either way, it's over. Tonight.

SDM: You have other obligations now. Other responsibilities...

DM: You know, you've seen me do this before. Why does it bother you now?

SDM: Because we're MARRIED now, dumbass.

DM: Then you knew what you were getting into. Boys?

*Phantos and Lucios stand Davin upright before letting him go *

DM: Wish me luck.

SDM: Don't die.

DM: Love you too, honey. Boys? Thanks.

P: Of course, D. See ya after.

The lights go out in the arena, and the crowd gets on their feet in anticipation. The blue and white lights flash all over the place, and “Pull Me Under” hits the sound system to a monster ovation. Davin Moreland slowly makes his way out to the top of the ramp as his pyro goes off. He heads to his left and shakes hands with the crowd. What's clear to the home viewer is that he's using the barrier as a crutch to get down to the ring. Finally there, Davin gets to the Steel Cell, with literally dozens of assorted weapons throughout the ring area and hanging from the top of the cage. A lot of the weapons are light tubes. Davin sneaks into the ring and immediately leans against one of the turnbuckles, eschewing his usual acknowledgement of the crowd. The music changes and a white strobe light begins to bounce through the arena and the first thing heard is ”There Can Be Only One.” That leads directly into ”Prelude 12/21.” The drum beat of Prelude hits and Darling takes a step onto the ramp. He doesn’t move until it finishes and a blue spotlight focuses on him and ”Princes of the Universe.” starts up. Darling gets all sorts of booing and trash directed toward him. He doesn't acknowledge it at all; probably because he's concentrating on walking as well. Slowly, he gets into the cage and then into the ring. Gee, THIS ought to be a ***** classic. Fall River's Own Angelo Barros has one foot already out of the ring; clearly he's going to hide as soon as the bell rings. He calls for the bell...and WE'RE UNDERWAY!

The crowd is HOT with random chanting, cheering and booing all at once. Both Darling and Davin are leaning against opposing turnbuckles. Davin reaches up and grabs 2 of the plentiful light tubes. Darling reaches for a chair and a light tube of his own. They slowly walk toward each other and start yapping until they're in swinging range. Davin swings first and the light tube explodes all over the place as it smashes into the chair Darling put up to protect himself. Darling swings his light tube and it smashes into Davin shoulder. As that's happening, Davin delivers a SUPERKICK to the chair and it blasts Darling in the face, and he falls back. Davin picks some of the glass out of his shoulder, and grabs a couple more light tubes, a trash can and a Sack with Unknown Contents. Davin first blasts Darling in the face with the Trash Can, and then puts it over his head. Davin kicks it several times as Darling's head crashes all over the Trash Can. Darling seems out of it, and Davin dumps the contents of the Sack out on the mat; and they're THUMBTACKS! Darling is still a bit out of it, so Davin is able to roll him on his stomach. He puts one of the light tubes in Darling's mouth. He gets Darling in a Surfboard Hold and...MOTHERFUCKIN' CURBSTOMP! We can hear the light tube break, and Darling is just pouring blood from his face. He's awake now though, and when Davin tries to follow up, Darling hits a LEGSWEEP, and Davin falls face-first into the Thumbtacks!

Darling struggles to get to his feet and slides out of the ring. He throws several light tubes into the ring; along with a toaster, a cement block and a 2x4. He slides back in, grabbing a couple of light tubes. Davin has rolled over, and we can see that his face and chest are just covered in thumbtacks. Darling surveys the scene for a second and decides to try for a cover. Barros is slow to get back into the ring, and can only count to 2 before Davin can roll his shoulder. Darling is justifiably pissed off, and gets in Barros' face. Barros is pointing to the OOWF logo on his chest, but I don't think that's going to be good enough. Darling smashes a Light Tube over Barros' head, and he dies, probably. Darling turns back around just in time to take a TOASTER TO THE FACE! Darling's NOSE IS BROKEN...AGAIN! He spins around and his arms dangle over the top rope; his face just pouring out blood. Crimson Mask doesn't even begin to describe this. Davin, still covered in tacks, grabs the 2x4. He winds up and takes a BIG swing at Darling, but LOW BRIDGE! Davin took too big of a swing and falls all the way to the outside...and through a TABLE! Davin is completely laid out in the rubble of the table, with stray thumbtacks all over the place. Darling, who appears to be losing a lot of blood quickly, reaches up to the top of the cage, and is able to get a ladder down. He grabs a chair, sets up the ladder, and heads to the top of it.

Darling gets to the top, half-heartedly signals to the crowd, and jumps off the ladder; hitting a GIGANTIC VAN DAMINATOR on the corpse of Davin, and he must have broken some ribs. Darling manages to stay on his feet, and limps around the ring area. Senior Referee Davis Hightower is at the door of the cage. He's trying to get in, but Barros is the only one with a key! While Darling is looking for plunder around the ring, Hightower is trying all his keys from his ring of master keys. Darling has found a couple of cans of paint and a giant leather strap. He hobbles over to Davin, and smashes him in the head with one of the paint cans. It bursts open, and green paint dumps all over Davin. Darling smiles and grabs the other paint can and blue paint does the same thing. Davin might seriously be dead. To make sure, Darling starts whipping him with the leather strap; and is getting very little response. Hightower found the right key, and is finally able to unlock the chain, to a huge ovation. Darling turns around to see the commotion and sees Hightower. He sort of says something that looks like “Fuck”, but turns back around to resume his whipping.

Darling raises up for another brutal lash, but suddenly his body goes rigid and starts to almost convulse! What the fuck happened? The camera is able to zoom in, and get a tight shot of a tazer gun in Davin's left hand! Darling is tazed and is out cold as Hightower runs over to check on the Bah Gawd Carnage. He's about to throw the match out, but Davin starts to move, and the crowd roars with their approval. Davin starts reaching for anything he can grab as he's crawling and starts humming them all at Darling until he reaches the far end of the cage. He pulls himself up by the cage and is able to lean against it to catch his breath. He reaches around the area and is able to grab four light tubes. He takes a deep breath and hobbles as fast as he can at the presumably unconscious Darling. Davin jumps and hits a Big Splash, as light tubes explode everywhere. Darling is literally covered in blood; there's not a spot on him that doesn't visibly have any. Davin slowly rolls off and takes forever to get Darling into the ring. Davin grabs on to the apron and uses the ropes to pull himself up. Davin pulls back hard on the rope and hits a SLINGSHOT ELBOW DROP which caught Darling in the chest. Davin covers and Hightower rushes into position! 1....2...thre...NO! NO! NO! Darling got the shoulder up and Davin flops off onto the mat; which is completely covered in thumbtacks and broken glass, with blood and paint all over the place. Hightower again looks like he wants to throw the match out again; but both men are crawling in the ring.

Darling looks outside and spots a metal toolbox, and pulls it into the ring. Davin grabs a piece of metal pipe and drags it in with him. Both men have the same idea and pull themselves up by the ropes and eventually face each other. Both have sheer murder in their eyes and take off hobbling at each other with every ounce of energy they have left. Davin swings the pipe, but Darling is able to duck, and BLASTS Davin in the face with the metal toolbox. Apparently, it was full too, because tools fly all over the ring. Darling has to take a second to try to find some energy somewhere, and Davin looks like he desperately needs medical attention. His body is twitching slightly, and it's not that fake twitch thing either. Darling grabs a nearby Monkey Wrench, and helps himself up by the ropes again. Darling looks like he's going to use the ropes and he does, hitting a SPRINGBOARD WRENCH SHOT to Davin's skull. That might have hit his temple and killed him! Darling's momentum however, sends him into a pile of broken glass and thumbtacks. Darling yells out as he's cut up again, and it takes him quite some time to struggle back over to Davin, and even longer to get him turned over. He finally does and hooks the leg...1....2...3? NO! Davin just got the shoulder up! Darling has a look of sheer hate directed to Hightower, who immediately looks over at the still possibly-dead Barros, and starts to back up. Darling uses any energy he has left to slowly (slowly) stalk Hightower back to the corner. About halfway there, Darling's legs slip out from under him, and he lands on the back of the head. The camera pans back and shows Davin, still on the mat, and he's apparently kicked Darling in both Achilles, and he fell directly backwards! Davin, for the first time in forever, struggles to his knees, and uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. He does the Benoit Throat Slash which draws a monster response from the crowd. Davin grabs Darling's legs...and LOCKS ON THE SHARPSHOOTER!

There is NO way Darling can get out of this, but to his credit, he is trying EVERYTHING to get out of it. Suddenly, there's a commotion in the crowd, and down the ramp runs Firewoman, Alexis Darling, Bryce Larson and Chris Evans! What can they possibly do? We find out in short order, as Firewoman has brought a Blowtorch along for the ride! She quickly torches through the chain as Darling tries throwing anything he can at Davin, to no effect. Firewoman gets the door open, and the four walk into the ring area. Evans inadvertently runs into Hightower and Hightower falls in the corner, because he's a referee and certainly can't absorb any incidental contact. As Hightower falls down, Darling starts tapping out for everything he's worth. This match should be over! But it's not, and Davin EATS THE BLOWTORCH to the face. Larson finishes re-chaining the door with their own chain and lock (smart move) that they brought, and Firewoman continues her assault on Davin, repeatedly smashing him in the head with the blowtorch. Now, the fun keeps coming as it's “everyone-hits-their finisher-on-Davin” time. Evans nails him with the TORONTO TWISTER! Larson drags Davin's lifeless corpse up, and KILLS HIM WITH THE TRANSPORTER! Alexis eviscerates Davin with the BITCH KILLER! Firewoman pulls Davin up too (with help, because he's just a sack of potatoes at this point) and destroys him with a DDT! She one-hops the turnbuckle and hits the Best. Firesault. Ever! There are a couple more smashes to the head with the blowtorch from Firewoman and there's another commotion outside. It's Phantos and Lucios trying to get in the cage, and they're simply being laughed at by the 4. They drag Davin over near Darling, and drape his arm across what's left of Davin. They go over and revive a suddenly not-dead Angelo Barros, and drag him over. He does the dramatic slow count, but it really doesn't matter if he slow counts to a million.
WINNER in 35:49 by PINFALL...Alexander Darling!

Inside the ring, Alexis Darling is helping her brother to his feet after this brutal match with Davin Moreland that was ruined by the outside shenanigans of what one can only assume is the New DEA. Alexander staggers as he gets to his feet and his sister helps him to the corner where he is able to lean to keep himself upright. Alexis hands him a microphone. Alex wipes the blood out of his eyes, but it doesn’t help much as it continues to pour down his face. Apparently, he’s going to do this right now.

Alexander: I told you people…sorry, you’ll have to give me a moment. I almost just died for you, so you can do me the fucking courtesy of letting me speak. It was less than a month ago that Davin there felt like there were greener pastures outside of Run DEA. He claimed that it was he who carried the work of our group. Well, look at him now. He’s just another victim. I took everything he had and I’m the one standing. So, now he gets to bear witness to the dawn of a new era. Evans, Larson…come here and hold him up.

As Alexander wipes more blood out of his eyes, he doesn’t notice the quick nod from Firewoman towards Evans and Larson. Alexander staggers out of the corner and walks up to Firewoman and gives her a nod. Firewoman appears to look right through him…

Davin, you crossed me and I could be the bigger man and let it go.

Alexander pulls the mic from his face and starts to cough up blood. Alexis is suddenly alarmed and starts waving to the back

I mean, I just proved to you and the world that I am Alexander Darling. That I was the man of Run DEA. That you mean nothing. And that I can take anyone...

Firewoman taps Alexander on the shoulder and leans over to whisper something in his ear. Alex looks at her strangely, but nods as he hands over the microphone…

Firewoman takes the microphone, and looks around the ring. She looks at Alexis, Alexander, Evans, Larson, Davin, Phantos, Lucios, and then up the ramp. She takes a deep breath.

Firewoman: Alexander, I know you were all set to introduce the new incarnation of DEA. But I can’t let you do that.

Alexander starts to protest but Fire cuts him off.

Firewoman: Look around, Alex. You’re lying in the bloody ashes of your last attempt at a power stable. What makes you think this next incarnation is going to be any different? With you in charge? No…it’s time for change, Alex. And that change doesn’t involve you.

Alexander looks at her as if she’s gone crazy…well, crazier. Alexis is similarly shocked. Firewoman nods again at Evans and Larson. They move to either side of Alexis Darling and grab her arms and shoulders. She's not going anywhere. Firewoman drops the mic and circles Alexander, who looks confused. Phantos and Lucios stop trying to get in momentarily; and they quickly realize what’s going on. It takes the crowd a few minutes longer.

Firewoman: Ladies and gentlemen, mark the date on your calendar. Because this is the date. This is the official date. DEA...IS...OVER!

Alexander sees Evans and Larson put their hands on Alexis, and he starts towards them. But, either he’s lost too much strength from the match, or his brand of crazy isn’t enough for Fire’s brand of crazy. Firewoman easily stops him with a Bitchslap of Disrespect that sends him reeling. The crowd goes wild. Alexander is knocked to his knees. He looks up at her, holding his jaw; a mixture of rage, anger, and shock. Firewoman looks down at him, hops out of the ring, and grabs a chair. Alexis screams at her as she gets back in the ring. Firewoman looks at her with dead, expressionless eyes. Alexis struggles to free herself, but Evans and Larson just hold on tighter.

Firewoman walks up to Alexander, who clearly looks like he doesn’t know how to react. He appears to be talking to her, but the microphones can’t pick up what he’s saying. Whatever it is, it isn’t working. Firewoman swings the chair, but Darling catches it. He holds it and looks like he’s trying to talk sense into Fire, almost pleading with her. Fire looks down, and appears to nod. Alexander releases his grip on the chair; which is all Firewoman really needed. She pulls the chair back and jams it HARD into Alexander’s ribs. Alexander goes down like a sack of potatoes. Firewoman drops the chair, and grabs Alexander’s arms. She pulls him over on top of the chair so he's facing Alexis. She is still screaming and still struggling to get free and help her brother. Firewoman gets Alexander’s legs locked in, and pulls his arms back. She looks straight at Alexis, smiles...she holds him there, taking an impossibly long time; probably to add to the mental torture. MOTHERFUCKIN' FIRESTOMP On the Steel Chair!

The crowd is in shock! Firewoman looks down at Alexander again; admiring her handiwork. She grabs the microphone, and stands over him. She pulls his hair to lift his head up, and bends down. She gives him a big kiss on the lips, and then says loudly into the microphone...

Firewoman: Booyah, bitch.

With that, she smiles evilly, and drops his head back down onto the chair. She drops a black chess piece, the queen, next to him. She nods to Evans and Larson again, and “Flame On” begins to play. Larson and Evans finally drop Alexis’ arms and the both follow Fire. Alexis instinctively goes to attack Firewoman; but Evans grabs her around the waist and PLANTS her on the mat with a Sidewalk Slam. Larson finally unlocks the chain; and immediately Lucios lunges at Firewoman; but Phantos puts his arm out to stop him and shoots him a look. Phantos and Firewoman share a look for a moment, and then a desperate Team Aquafina run into the ring to check on Davin. Firewoman, Larson and Evans start up the ramp. They look up to see Poe standing at the top. Poe simply smiles and then turns to go backstage. Firewoman waits a beat and then the three go up the ramp. They pause at the top, turn to see the carnage they've created, and then they head backstage. The camera focuses on Alexander Darling’s head on the chair, with the black queen chess piece next to it, as the on-site medical personnel are heard rushing into the ring.

After she comes to Alexis' screaming finally stops, but as the camera pulls back, we see that she's probably in shock, and there are at least a dozen, if not more, EMTs and Paramedics in the ring to work on both referees, Davin Moreland and Alexander Darling. Samantha Darling-Moreland appears at the ramp which brings an already hushed crowd to dead silence. You can hear a pin drop, and voices pretty clearly from the ring. She walks down zombie-like to the ring and slowly makes her way to Davin. The paramedics around him are frantically trying to stabilize him before they move him. Phantos and Lucios both just look blankly at Samantha, unable to find words. Hightower is able to leave under his own power, as is Barros. Alexis is silent and hovering over her brother, and leaves with him as they stretcher him out. One of the EMTs working on Davin says pretty clearly "You should probably contact his family", which causes Samantha to burst into tears. 5 more minutes pass before Davin is stabilized enough for transport, and gets an overwhelming ovation on his way up the ramp.

[mooseheadjack]

ECOSYSTEM vs. THIM REYNOLDS – OOWF Onslaught Championship Match

Once the carnage is cleared from the ring, we start our first title match of the evening. The former champion Thim Reynolds is announced first and makes his way to the ring. Thim looks to be 100% focused on the match and ignores the fans and everything else, even though the fans are cheering him. He makes it to the ring and waits in the corner as the current champion Ecosystem is announced. Eco comes out from the back wearing the Onslaught championship and soaking in a decidedly mixed reaction from the fans. Eco steps between the ropes and hands the title to the referee and the ref holds it up and calls for the bell, this one is underway.

Thim moves to the middle of the ring and the two slowly circle. Thim puts his hands up for a knuckle lock and Eco toys with locking up, but will never commit. Thim loses his patience and blisters Eco’s chest with a chop, then sends him to the ropes and elevates him with a high back body drop. As soon as Eco hits the mat, Thim pounces and tries to lock on the tazzmission, but Eco escapes and slides under the ropes to the safety of the floor. Eco taunts Thim and tries to get him to come out after him, but Thim is back on his feet in the middle of the ring, glaring at Eco, daring him to take the countout – which would give Thim the title.

Eco slides back under the ropes as the referee hits nine and slowly gets to his feet. They lock up and Eco grabs a side head lock, but Thim quickly sends him to the ropes. Eco tries a shoulder block, but he hits the much larger Thim and hits the mat. Thim runs the ropes and tries a senton splash, but Eco moves out of the way and Thim gets nothing but mat. Eco tries to stomp Thim, but Thim keeps rolling out of the way and finally gets to one knee, Eco tries a kick to the chest, but Thim catches his foot and takes him to the mat with a dragon screw leg whip that sends Eco back to the outside.

This time Thim moves to the ropes and sits on the middle rope, holding the ropes open, and invites Eco back to the middle of the ring. Eco loses it on the outside and jumps onto the apron, where Thim grabs him and hooks him for a suplex, but Eco floats over and hits a lung blower on his way down. Eco covers, but Thim kicks out at one. Eco keeps Thim on the mat, grabbing an arm bar, then quickly getting to his feet and switching it to a top wrist lock keeping his weight pushing down on Thim. Thim slowly fights his way to his feet, but Eco snaps him to the mat with a deep arm drag, Thim springs to his feet and Eco catches him with a drop kick to the jaw that sends him staggering back into the corner. Eco charges in and tries a monkey flip, but Thim catches him and swats him to the mat. Eco hits the mat hard, right on the back of his head. Thim grabs his legs and folds him up for a two count, but Eco kicks out. Thim keeps hold of his leg and flips him over and traps him in the STF trying for the submission, but Eco grabs the ropes and forces the break (his first). Thim releases the hold and Eco rolls out of the ring and staggers around the ring, where he walks right into Thim, who slipped out while he wasn’t looking. Thim LEVELS Eco with a forearm to the jaw, then rolls him back into the ring.

Thim follows him back into the ring and Eco begs off, trying to call time out, has that ever worked? As Thim lunges for him, Eco takes him down with a drop toe hold onto the second rope. Eco hits the opposite ropes and leaps over the top rope and drops a leg across the back of Thim’s head, snapping it on the ropes and sending him back into the ring. Eco slides back into the ring and waits for Thim to get to his knees, then bounds off the ropes again and catches him with a shining wizard upside the head. Thim hits the mat, and Eco covers, but Thim manages to roll his shoulder at two.

Eco heads to the corner and climbs to the top rope and waits perched there for Thim to get to his feet, when he does, he connects with a missile drop kick that sends Thim back to the mat. Once again Eco covers, and once again he gets a two count. Eco pulls Thim to a sitting position and connects with several kicks to this back, then finishes him off with a running knee to the face, then covers again and gets another two count. Eco shows a little frustration and yells at the referee, then backs Thim into the corner and scoops him up and hangs him in the tree of woe, runs across the ring and hits the delayed drop kick to Thim’s face. Thim falls to the mat and Eco drags him out of the corner and tries to lock him in a clover leaf, but Thim block it and reaches up and grabs Eco’s head and hammers him with shots to the face, drawing a warning from the referee, but also breaking the hold. Thim gets to his feet and when Eco turns back around, catches him with an inverted atomic drop, then hauls him onto his shoulders and hits a forward roll senton splash. Thim rolls through and gets right to his feet and waits in the corner. Eco gets to his feet and sees Thim and charges in, but Thim side steps and Eco SLAMS chest first into the corner, as he staggers backward, Thim grabs him in the tazzmission! But Eco grabs hold of the top rope to keep from being pulled backward! The referee moves around to check on Eco as he struggles, and as he does, Eco breaks the hold with a mule kick to the jewels that would have been an automatic disqualification had the referee seen. Thim falls to the mat in pain, and Eco grabs him and rolls through in a maghistrol cradle and gets the one, two, THREE!
WINNER in 13:49 – Ecosystem

Eco immediately slips out of the ring and grabs his title and heads up the ramp, while in the ring, Thim is back on his feet and glaring at Eco.

THE TEAM FROM DOWN UNDER vs. KZ – OOWF World Tag Team Title Onslaught Rules Match

We go from one Onslaught rules match to another. This should be interesting to say the least. Kz are announced first and make their way to the ring. They step into the ring and……run the ropes? Ok, wow. The OOWF World Tag Team Champions The Team From Down Under are announced next and they make their way to the ring to the roar of the crowd and step between the ropes. Now, normally, the two teams would meet in the center of the ring and try to tear one another apart, and in the time it took me to write that, someone would already be bleeding. But that kind of thing doesn’t fly in Onslaught rules matches, so the referee calls all four men to the middle of the ring and goes over the rules of the match again. Jack, Gator and Moose all have irritated looks on their faces, but LD has a smirk the whole time, like he knows something no one else does. Finally the referee sends them to their corners and LD and Jack are going to start things.

The two slowly circle and lock up, neither man gains an immediate advantage, but finally LD pushes Jack into the corner, the referee calls for a clean break and……gets it. LD backs to the middle of the ring and smirks at Jack, then invites him back to the center of the ring. Jack takes the bait and meets LD in the middle of the ring and they once again lock up, and this time LD connects with a knee to the mid section, then grabs an arm wringer, and quickly turns that into an arm wrap neck breaker. As Jack gets to one knee, LD grabs another arm wringer and pulls Jack to the kz corner and tags in Moose, Moose comes in and heads to the middle rope and drops an elbow down across Jack’s outstretched arm, dropping him to one knee. Moose grabs the arm and hammer locks it, and takes Jack to the mat, trying for the submission, but Jack refuses to give up. Moose eventually releases the hammer lock and grabs a side head lock, but Jack quickly works his way to his feet. Jack shoves Moose to the ropes and tries a clothesline on the rebound, but Moose ducks and heads back to the ropes. Jack runs the ropes himself and we now have a criss cross. This continues for a moment before both men try for a clothesline, and both end up on the mat.

Jack is fairly close to his corner so he is able to make the tag. As Gator is coming into the ring, Jack grabs Moose’s leg to keep him from making the tag to LD. Gator drops an elbow across the small of Moose’s back, then traps him in a chin lock, adding repeated cross faces for more pain. Moose grunts as the shots slam across his face, but he slowly works his way to his feet, lifting Gator onto his shoulders. Moose falls forward, hot shotting Gator on the top rope. Gator’s head snaps back and he rolls around the ring grabbing his throat. Moose runs across the ring and hits a flying knee drop across his chest, then drags him to the kz corner where he tags in LD. Moose holds Gator up and LD steps between the ropes and NAILS Gator in the throat with a chop. Gator falls to his knees and LD grabs his head and measures him and lands several elbows to the side of the head. LD then grabs Gator and DRIVES him to the mat with a short DDT. LD doesn’t even cover, instead he tags in Moose and pulls Gator to his feet. He pulls Gator to the ropes and puts him throat first on the top rope, then pulls his legs off the ground. Moose gets a running start and leaps over LD’s back and CRASHES onto the small of Gator’s back, sending him to the mat. Moose falls on him and covers, but Jack rushes into the ring and breaks it up with a kick to the side of Moose’s head, drawing a warning from the referee.

Moose pulls Gator to his feet and sends him HARD into the corner, Moose follows him, but Gator gets a boot up and catches Moose right in the face. Moose spins around grabbing his jaw in pain, and Gator hops to the second rope and nails a perfect BULLDOG from the second rope! Gator doesn’t even cover, as both men are down on the mat. Instead he starts the long crawl to his side of the ring, much to the delight of the crowd. Gator is almost there when Moose lunges and grabs his leg. Moose starts to drag Gator back to the middle of the ring, but Gator gets to his feet. Moose still has hold of his leg and Gator tries an enzuguri, but Moose ducks, dropping his leg in the process, Gator keeps spinning and hits a spinning kick that catches Moose right in the face. Moose hits the mat, and Gator dives across the ring and makes the tag to the waiting Outback Jack.

The crowd roars as Jack comes into the ring and levels Moose with a forearm to the face, then catches LD coming in and blocks a punch, catches him with a kick to the gut and sends him to the ropes and sends him high into the air with a back body drop. Jack scoops Moose up and plants him on the mat and heads to the second rope, then leaps connecting with a punch to Moose’s forehead, drawing the Aussies second warning from the referee. Jack covers, but Moose kicks out at two. Jack pulls Moose to his feet and backs him into the corner and climbs to the second rope and starts the ten punches of doom, making sure to use forearms so as not to draw the disqualification. After ten, Jack hops off the ropes and Moose falls face first to the mat. Jack pulls Moose to his feet and lifts him for a vertical suplex, leaves him up there for a bit, then sends him crashing down to the mat.

Jack tags in Gator who comes in and waits for Moose to struggle to his feet, then nearly decapitates him with a clothesline. Gator calls for the SUPER CHOMP and the fans go nuts. He pulls a dazed Moose to his feet and sets him up for the CHOMP and Jack climbs to the top rope. As Jack gets to the top, from across the ring, LD yells something to him and Jack responds. While they are exchanging their differences of opinion on such world events as the political uprising in Iran, the referee is still counting. He gets to five, and the move still has not been completed, so the Aussies get their last warning, and the referee immediately calls for the bell!

As soon as the bell rings, Gator drops Moose and he and Jack argue with the referee. LD helps Moose to his feet, and the referee hands them the titles. LD points to the Aussies and laughs at them as they take the titles and head up the ramp. The Aussies are about to lose it, when we hear the official announcement.

The referee has disqualified The Team From Down Under for repeated rules violations, as per the rules of an Onslaught Rules match, the title CAN change hands as a result of a disqualification, as a result, the winners, and NEW OOWF World Tag Team Champions – kz

The Aussies are beside themselves, they look out of the ring and see LD and Moose laughing. Both swear revenge, much to the fans delight.
WINNERS by DQ in 16:09 and NEW OOWF World Tag Team Champions - kz

THE DEAD vs. STANK – OOWF Intercontinental Title Match

OOWF favorite Stank is announced, and makes his way to the ring. The Scottish crowd gives him a nice ovation, and he waves to them. Stank waits outside the ring while The Dead is announced and makes his way to the ring. The OOWF Intercontinental champion gets a nice response from the crowd. He pauses by Stank then rolls under the bottom rope and paces around the ring. Now that the champion is in the ring, Stank climbs into the ring as well. Nice show of respect there. The referee asks for the title and holds it between the two men, Stank doesn’t even look at it, keeping his eyes on The Dead the whole time. This rivalry has built over the months, could this be Stank’s final shot at the title? The referee calls for the bell, and we are underway.

The two meet in the center of the ring and Dead begins talking, Stank just cocks his head a little bit and stares at him. Finally Dead says something Stank does not agree with and Stank shoves him. Dead comes back and fires a shot at Stank’s chest sending the big man back a step. Stank lunges for Dead, but Dead ducks underneath his arms and spins him around and grabs him for an ACID DROP, but Stank shoves him off the top rope and Dead flies through the air and crashes into the guard rail ribs first. Dead falls to the floor gasping for air. Stank leaves the ring and grabs Dead and scoops him up and runs him ribs first into the ring post. He lets Dead fall to the floor and we can see Dead is having trouble catching his breath. Stank shoots him back into the ring and follows him.

As they get into the ring, Stand drops an elbow across Dead’s chest and covers, but Dead kicks out at two. Stank pulls Dead to his feet and traps him in an abdominal stretch, pulling apart what could be broken ribs and putting all his weight on Dead. Dead is visibly laboring under the weight and pain, but refuses to quit. Dead starts to fade and the referee checks his arm, it drops once, twice, thre…..NO! he manages to keep it from falling the third time. Dead cannot flip Stank off of him, so he reaches down and starts pulling Stank’s feet eventually throwing him off balance so both men fall to the mat. Dead manages to get to his feet first and backs into the corner grabbing his ribs.

Stank gets to his feet and sees the injured Dead in the corner grabbing his ribs and gasping for breath. Stank slowly stalks his prey, keeping him pinned in the corner and slowly moving in. Finally Stank darts in but Dead slips between the ropes to the apron, sending Stank crashing into the turnbuckles chest first. As he staggers backward Dead connects with a kick to the face from the apron, then spring boards in and takes the big man down with a clothesline. Dead lands hard and can’t cover immediately because he grabs his ribs in pain. When he does cover, Stank is able to power out at two. Dead waits for Stank to get to his feet, then hits a pele kick that sends the big man through the ropes to the floor. Dead follows him and the two brawl around ring side, as the fight intensifies, both men grab weapons – Stank grabs a bat and Dead grabs a chair, and start wailing on one another. The referee sees this and immediately calls for the bell.
WINNER – Double Disqualification in 10:08

The two men stop, and Dead makes his way to the announce table where he is about to grab his title when GM the Eric shows up

GMtE: No, no, no, no. A double disqualification is not entertaining! After what we have seen tonight, the people want MORE! And that is exactly what the people are going to get. You two want to use weapons? So be it. From this point on, this match is a weapons match. Referee…..restart this match IMMEDIATELY!

The referee calls for the match to be restarted. The Dead turns around to protest, when Stank throws the chair he is holding and it ricochets off of Dead’s skull sending him to the floor. When a groggy Dead gets to his feet, Stank charges, but Dead takes him down with a drop toe hold, and Stank crashes shoulder first into the ring steps. Stank immediately grabs his shoulder in pain. Dead picks up the chair that Stank threw at him and HAMMERS his shoulder with it. Stank collapses to the floor holding his shoulder in pain. Dead rummages around the ring and finds a table and slides it under the ropes and into the ring. He sets it up in the ring and waits for Stank to get back into the ring.

Stank drags himself into the ring, still holding his shoulder, which already has a nasty bruise spreading across it. Dead hits the ropes, then leaps up onto the table, then drops an elbow down onto Stank’s shoulder sending him right back to the mat. Dead covers, but Stank rolls his shoulder at two. Dead gets to his feet, still nursing those sore ribs and pausing to try and take a deep breath, and visibly wincing in pain. Dead pulls Stank up and shoves him into the corner and somehow manages to set Stank on the top rope. Dead pushes the table over to the corner and climbs onto that, and pulls Stank up so he is standing on the top rope. Dead grabs Stank and it looks like he is going to hit a STROKE through the table! Stank tries to fight the move, and eventually is able to get his feet on the middle rope instead of the top. Dead is still trying to hit the move, but a well-placed elbow to the ribs from Stank stops him cold. Stank grabs Dead and hauls him onto his shoulders and hits a STANK-U FROM THE TOP ROPE THROUGH THE TABLE!

The crowd breaks into the appropriate HOLY SHIT chant, and Stank pulls Dead from the wreckage of the table. Dead is coughing up blood, but Stank is not unscathed, one arm is hanging limply by his side. He covers Dead and uses the good arm to hook Dead’s leg hard, and gets the one, two, THREE
WINNER in 19:18 – and NEW OOWF Intercontinental Champion – Stank

Stank slumps in the corner grabbing his shoulder as the referee hands him the title. Stank looks at it with disbelief, then slowly gets to his feet and holds the title up with his good arm and the crowd roars. Dead is slowly getting to his feet, he turns and looks at Stank, Stank offers his knuckles, and after a moment of brief indecision, Dead bumps knuckles with Stank and raises his arm in victory before the former champion powders out of the ring and leaves Stank to celebrate his newly won title.

POE vs. FIREWOMAN vs. SPIN HANSEN vs. TYTAN – OOWF World Heavyweight Title Dungeon Match

We cut to the dungeon of Caelaverock Castle for our main event. There is no ring to be found, just a cold, dark stone dungeon. Scattered around the dungeon are various medieval implements of war and torture. The premise of this match is simple, there are no pin falls, no submissions, the only way to win is to keep an opponent from getting to his feet for a count of ten. Poe does not have to be the one to be counted down, whoever keeps their opponent down wins. The four participants are announced and make their way to the dungeon, with Poe coming in last……alone. Poe hands off the title, and since there is no bell either, the referee just yells for them to start things.

At first no one wants to be the first to move, then Tytan reaches down and grabs a war hammer and moves toward Poe. As he passes Fire, she grabs a cat o’nine tails and whips Tytan across the back. Tytan howls in pain and drops to his knees as Fire continues to whip him. Poe grabs the war hammer and raises it to blast Tytan upside the head when Spin comes charging in with a morning star and DRIVES it into Poe’s midsection, doubling the champ over. Spin grabs the sharpened end of the morning star and carves Poe’s head, leaving him a bloody mess.

Meanwhile, Firewoman has left Tytan’s back a bloody mess, full of deep welts and cuts. Tytan gets to his feet and turns to Fire and catches he last whip shot and pulls her toward him, and levels her with a forearm to the face, sending Fire to the ground. Poe grabs a leather strap from the floor and wraps it around Firewoman’s throat and drags her to a stretching table. He repeatedly slams Fire’s head into the table, then rolls her onto it and grabs a club and swings it down at Fire with all his might, but Fire moves out of the way and scrambles to her feet. Fire leaps at Tytan trying a hurracarana, but Tytan catches her and POWERBOMBS her onto the stretching rack! Being old and all, the thing does not break. Fire rolls off of the table grabbing her back and ribs, gasping for air. Tytan stands over her and sneers, then grabs the cat o’nine tails and gives Fire some pay back.

Across the room, Spin drags a bloody Poe across the room by the leg and puts him at the base of the stairs and climbs part way up and raises the war hammer and leaps aiming for Poe’s head, but Poe moves out of the way and Spin catches nothing but floor. Poe gets to his feet and kicks Spin in the gut, then picks up a nearby wooden crate and SMASHES it into Spin’s head. The crate breaks and Poe takes a piece of the splintered wood and moves toward Spin, but then discards it when he sees a chain hanging from the wall. Poe grabs the chain and pulls it, but it will not give, so he drags Spin to the wall and loops the chain around his throat. Spin is helpless right now.

While Poe is chaining Spin to the wall Tytan has a bloody Fire on his shoulders and is carrying her across the room. Tytan finds a nice clear spot on the floor and hits a DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! Fire’s head clunks against the stone floor, and she goes limp. Tytan stands over her menacingly as the referee starts to count. Across the room, Spin struggles with the chain around his neck, but he can’t free himself, and the more he struggles, the more his air is cut off. Poe looks around and then gets a sadistic look on his face as he slowly picks up a poniard and slowly cuts a line across Spin’s cheek. Spin howls in a mix of rage and pain as the blood flows down his cheek. Poe laughs, but before he can do anything else, Tytan charges across the room with a mace, swings it, and clips the back of Poe’s knee. The champion goes down in pain grabbing his knee. Tytan gives him no time to rest, pulling him to his feet and slamming him face first into the wall.

Meanwhile, the referee is standing over Firewoman, if she can’t answer the ten count, Tytan would win the match and the title. The referee is up to seven when Fire finally stirs. She gets to her feet at nine, barely. Fire takes several staggering steps toward the action and sees Tytan brutalizing Poe, who is slumped on the floor taking vicious kicks to the chest from Tytan. Spin has finally freed himself from the chain on the wall and slumps to the floor. Spin gets his breath back and turns and grabs the chain, and with an impressive display of strength, grabs is and pulls it off the wall. The chain flies across the room, narrowly missing Fire. Fire grabs the chain and wraps it around her fist, and runs across the room and BLASTS Tytan on the back of the head! Tytan collapses in a heap.

Fire stares down at Tytan for a moment, then places the chain in a pile on the floor grabs his arms and hits a FIRESTOMP! Tytan’s face slams into the metal, blood pouring from the wounds opened up. Fire staggers away and yells for the referee to count. Poe has pulled himself up from the floor and grabs the morning star and charges at Firewoman, but Spin is back on his feet and he cuts Poe off with a spear that sends Poe into the Iron Maiden! Luckily for Poe, the inside of the casket is not lined with spikes, but the door is. Spin staggers over to the door and tries to slam it on Poe, but Poe uses the morning star to wedge into the door keeping him from becoming a pin cushion. Poe kicks the door open and explodes out of the maiden, slams the morning star upside Spin’s head, then grabs him and slams his head in the iron maiden. Both men fall to the floor, exhausted from the battle and blood loss. At the moment, Fire is the only one standing.

The referee is making the ten count on Tytan, but he stirs at five, and is on one knee at eight. Fire charges in with a broken piece of crate and tries to hit Tytan, but Tytan catches her in mid stride and SPINEBUSTS her on the floor. Fire howls in agony as a bloody Tytan wraps the chain around her throat and drags her to the blacksmith’s water trough. Across the room, Poe and Spin are still down, and the referee has started counting them as well. Spin struggles to pull himself to his feet at seven, and Poe just beats the count at nine. Spin tips the iron maiden over, the door falls open, revealing the menacing spikes. Spin grabs Poe from behind and tries a German suplex, but Poe shifts somewhat so he does not land flat on the door, but his arm and leg do, and the spikes dig deep into his flesh, gruesomely keeping him in place. Spin adds to the pain with a few well placed stomps.

We cut back to Fire and Tytan and Tytan has Fire by the back of the head and keeps repeatedly dunking her in the water, the whole time wearing a sadistic look on his face. Tytan holds Fire under the water a little longer this time, and she goes limp, Tytan pulls her out of the water and tosses her aside on the floor. Tytan laughs as he leans down and checks to see if she is breathing, but Fire was playing possum and spits the water in his face sending him staggering backward, tripping over a gibbet. Fire gets to her feet and picks up the war hammer and SLAMS it upside Tytan’s face, then stuffs the huge man into the gibbet and slams the door shut! Tytan bellows with rage, but can’t get out immediately. He tries to pry the iron bars apart, but they don’t budge. Fire grabs the cat o’nine tails and goes crazy whipping Tytan, landing shots everywhere there is exposed flesh.

Spin has pulled Poe off the iron maiden spikes and has him on his feet. Poe is a gruesome mess of blood and gore. Spin sets the champ up for a piledriver but Poe back drops out of it, and sends Spin into the maiden! Poe snarls and turns around and SLAMS the lid shut! From inside we hear Spin howl in pain, Poe closes the clasp so Spin can’t escape, and now we are down to two. The referee is not counting Spin or Tytan because, technically they are trapped, I guess. The referee looks horrified anyway at the carnage and blood.

Poe and Fire stagger toward one another, both of them snarling and covered with blood. Fire grabs the chain she used to crush Tytan’s face, while Poe grabs a club. Fire swings the chain and catches Poe in the ribs, and as she moves closer, Poe brings the club down on top of her head. Fire falls to one knee dazed, and Poe grabs her by the back of the head and throws her into the wall. Fire hits hard and staggers backward and Poe catches her with the HIEROGLYPH! Fire hits the floor, basically out cold. Poe is not done though, he grabs Fire by the hair and starts to pull her to her feet, but then stops and looks down at her. He looks around at the weapons on the floor, then something changes, he drops Fire and snarls at the referee to count her. The referee obliges and makes a rather hasty ten count to officially end the bloodletting.
WINNER in 37:19 – and STILL OOWF World Heavyweight Champion – Poe

The referee hands Poe the title and he slumps to his knees. Selena rushes in and tries to help the champion to his feet, but he is too heavy and he collapses to the floor. Paramedics rush in as well and get Spin out of the iron maiden, and Tytan out of the gibbet. They tend to Fire, who is sitting up, but has glassy eyes. Kz show up and help Poe to his feet. The scene ends with Poe standing victorious and bloody, with help, holding the title over his head.

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