OOWF DOomy Doomy Doom Doom 7 PPV

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OOWF Doomy Doomy Doom Doom 7 PPV
Live! From the Benedictine Monastery, Covington, Louisiana

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
Firewoman vs. Tytan

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

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
Texpress vs. DH Magnusson & Alexis Darling

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
LD Williams vs. Alexander Darling

OOWF Invitational Tag Team Tournament Finals[/u]
The Flyin' Hawaiians vs. Stan Fulton & Matt Folz

Ravenna Blue & Concrete TG vs. Bryce Larson & Tyler Vangarde
Moosehead Jack & Stank vs. Drink & Destroy
J-P Sparxx & Davin Moreland vs. Eric O'Mac & Sean Moore

Card subject to......well lets just hope I get it written

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<We cut to the roof of the Friar’s Point Arena where Moosehead Jack is standing, his hair blowing in the wind. Moose is staring silently out at a nearly full moon. We hear a door close and footsteps cross the rooftop. We see Stank walk up behind Moose, but Moose doesn’t acknowledge him>

Stank: Had a feeling you would be up here

MHJ: Can you hear it?

Stank: I told you, I can’t hear what you and Fire hear

MHJ: No, its not that, its something else

Stank: ……..which Moose am I talking to right now?

MHJ: He is quiet. He is always quiet right after a match, its like…..He is satisfied after a match. Stank, do you know what Albert Einstein said the definition of insanity was? <Moose doesn’t wait for a response> It’s doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. Why do we do this? Why do we go out there night after night, and do the same thing, and expect things to be different? The results, win or lose, are the same. With each match, with each bump, we push ourselves one step closer to the end. Is that not insane?

Stank: Moose……I……..

<Moose turns and looks at Stank for the first time, and we see blood still pouring down his face from the bottle incident in his match>

MHJ: You ever think how it will end? You ever think that it will end like Eco? With someone caving your skull in with a shovel? Any one of those bullets could have hit one of us. You could have lost control of the car. Hell, one of us could fall off the roof and plummet to the ground. It would be over, just like that, but would it be over?

<again, Moose doesn’t wait for a response, but he just continues>

MHJ: Stank, you know I have your back. You, LD and Fire are the closest things to friends that I will ever have. I want to destroy the OOWF, but first, there is something I have to do. I need to do this. If there is someone you need to face, do it now. This can’t wait. He wants me to do it, I am……..I am afraid if I don’t listen, something will happen.

<Moose gets that familiar look on his face like he is listening to someone that only he can hear. He wipes the blood from his face and smears it across the strand of barbed wire and begins running his fingers across it muttering something in what sounds like Latin or Irish. He gets to one particularly shiny, well-worn barb, and stops and looks at Stank, and his expression has changed. Moose has a wild look in his eyes. He begins laughing maniacally and leaves the roof and heads back into the arena>

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The camera pans down, from Stank’s view of Moose leaving the roof of the building, down the side of the arena to the garage doors leading backstage. The camera zooms past the production trucks and staff vehicles (as this is a remote controlled camera so there’s fun Harry Potter type flying shots.

The shot veers wildly around staff and crew as they’re packing for Louisiana. Finally slowing, the camera find The Crusher Stan Fulton sitting in an empty locker room, still in his ring gear, head back, sweat dripping off onto the floor behind him.

When he finally leans forward and acknowledges the camera, there’s a determined look in his eyes.

“It would seem my comments a few days ago have hit a nerve here in the OOWF. Now everyone and his brother is claiming they deserved to be on my “list” of wrestlers that have it together.

“But I stand by my comments. If you’re distracted by the drama in your life, you’re going to fall. Hell, Alexander Darling, you nearly came right out and told Matt Folz exactly that during the Vikings-Jets game. That it’s not about the money, it’s not about the perks. It’s about winning.

“But Mr. Darling, sir, I’d say you have a lot of distractions going on in your life right now. Without those, you’d be at the top of the list.

“Davin Moreland. Same thing. Firewoman. Ditto. If a wrestler is more concerned about whether their Bugati gets to the next event or if your partner is going off the deep end, you’re not going to win. If you’re concerned on where your place is with this company rather than on beating your opponent on Sunday, you will ultimately fail.

“Last night there was one match where all of the competitors were concentrated on winning matches.

“DH Magnusson and Alexis Darling. One hell of a match. We may have won last night, but it appears you’ve got the prize. A tag team title match against a very injured Texpress. Good luck to you. And if you win that title, I expect you’ll face the winner of the tag team tournament at some point.

“Which brings us to this coming Sunday and the very oddly named Doomy Doomy Doom Doom pay-per-view.”

Fulton rolls his eyes and he drops his head shaking it from side to side.

As an aside: “Seriously, did they have a four-year-old name this one? They had to have one pay-per-view named even worse than any WWE event?”

Back to the camera: “Aina and Kai. Between all of the training Matt Folz has been giving me, I’ve been watching your matches. You’re very good. And you’ve been working as a tag team longer than Folz and I have been.

“So I guess that means you have the advantage. But if you’re looking past us to those shiny, gold belts you’ve already lost.

“Kind of brings us around to the word “respect.” Lot of talk these days about the “young kids” demanding respect. I think it’s more about fear. The same fear that’s always been in the industry. Up and comers taking the spot of proven veterans. Veterans who don’t want their high-paying spots on the card taken away by talented younger wrestlers.

“Now I’m not saying I’m more talented than those higher up on the card. But for someone who’s only been with the company for about six months to finish the year just outside the top ten in the OOWF Rankings is pretty damn good.

“But just as in the wild, the old must eventually make way for the new: Ravenna Blue. J-P Sparxx. Danny Taylor. Sean Moore. Stan Fulton.

“Veterans, the new blood isn’t here to take your place. We’re here to fill it when you move on. And while we wait, we’re going to keep fighting, not only for your respect, but for your titles and your payday. And when it’s time, we’ll take you out back and put a bullet in your head.”

Fulton smirks a bit at this.

“Okay, that might have been too much. I have a tendency to run my mouth off before the brain’s engaged.

“But know this o’ proven veterans. We’re not going away just because this is “your house.” We’ve moved in and we’re not squatters. We’re paying our rent. Don’t mistake confidence for cockiness. And yeah, I know you’ll just take parts of this out of context and claim I’m being an ass. Tough.

“I am The Crusher Stan Fulton. And you will respect me.”

FADE

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SoCalChristy catches up with Sean Naomh Moore in the trainer's room in Friar's Point.


SCC: Sean, your match tonight with J-P Sparxx was brutal, but you came away with the victory. How are you feeling right now?

SNM: Christy, my face looks worse than Brock Lesnar's after Cain Velasquez got done with him. How do you think I feel?


A doctor is sewing shut a 3-inch long gash on Moore's right cheek, as Moore takes a swig straight out of a bottle of Jameson's.


Doc: Keep still, will you?

SNM: If you'd hurry the hell up, you wouldn't have to worry about it.

SCC: My god, that looks painful.


Moore glares at her, incredulously.


SNM: Yeah, I feel fortunate to come away with the win. That kid, Sparxx, is better than I gave him credit for. Hell, if that punk would take this business seriously, he could have a real future.

SCC: Well, this Sunday, on your first OOWF PPV, you face him again, but in a tag match.

SNM: Tag match? But I don't have a partner...

SCC: Word comes down that you'll be paired with Eric O'Mac against Sparxx and Davin Moreland.


Moore's look of incredulity increases, as his jaw drops.


SNM: Eric O'Mac? Seriously? Does he care about anything but himself? Hell, does he care about anything, period? ::sighs:: Well, I hope I can trust him to have my back.


Outback Jack passes by the trainer's room, drinking a can of Foster's.


OBJ: ::beeeellllch:: That's Australian for, "Holy hamburger-face, Batman!"

SNM: Hey, thanks, mo chara. :roll:

OBJ: Next time, try hitting him first, mate.

SNM: Yeah, I'll do that. ::looks at the doc:: Aren't you done, yet?

OBJ: I hear you're tagging with Eric next week. Good luck with that!

Shotglass: YIP!


The doctor finishes up with Moore and leaves to help another doctor working on Damon Wrath. OBJ and shotglass wander off, as well.


SCC: So, do you have any further comments on this week's, or this Sunday's match?

SNM: I'll have to talk to Eric O'Mac, to make sure we're on the same page next week. Other than that, no. ::turns to walk off camera:: Who's got my Guinness?

SCC: Well, there you have it, folks - Sean Naomh Moore, man of few words. Victorious tonight, and will make his OOWF PPV debut this weekend tagging with Eric O'Mac in somewhat of a rematch against J-P Sparxx and Davin Moreland. We'll have to wait and see what kind of shape Moore's in, Sunday, after the beating he took tonight.

FADE

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The camera comes up int the Destroyatorium, and we see Dynamite Danny Taylor sitting at the bar as Spencer is mixing up a Cosmo for him. The camera pans in and we join them mid conversation.

Spencer: So then Ashley totally pantsed the guy, it was the funniest thing I had ever seen.

DDT chuckles at this as Spencer hands him his drink.

Spencer: Where is DVD?

Taylor makes the motion of his fingers running on his hand.

Spencer: Poor guy, that title is really got him on edge.

Taylor nods his head in agreement.

Spencer (looking over the bar top) : Where is Shotglass?

Taylor reaches over the bar and knocks on the Fosters tap.

Spencer: Huh, I guess Jacks really taken a liking to the guy.

Danny just smirks at this comment. The door opens and Outback Jack walks in and sits next to DDT. Spencer runs him a beer as DDT picks Shotglass up and rubs his little head.

OBJ: I do wish you would get your dog to stop following me around mate.

Spencer throws DDT a sly look and Danny just shrugs his shoulders in return and smiles back at her.

OBJ: I've got the roster sheet for the PPV, DH and Lexie are getting a tag title shot.

Danny smiles and nods, and then motions towards himself and Jack.

OBJ: Well mate you aren't gonna like this one.

Jack lays the sheet down, and slides it in front of Danny. DDT reads it and his entire body seems to slump down. Spencer leans over and reads it, she gets visibly angry, and throws her bar rag down.

Spencer: Moose and Stank! Really, we just finished getting this place fixed from the last time you boys went to war.

Taylor sticks his hands out nodding in agreement with Spencer.

OBJ: I don't see it coming to that this time, Stank seems to be more willing to keep his violence to the ring these days. This go round doesn't seem to be personal, just business. At the end of the day, we are all employed by the same company. It was inevitable we would meet again, better to get it out of the way now then let it build for down the line.

Spencer rolls her eyes : Fine but if they break this place, I'm not cleaning it up this time.

Taylor points at Moose's name on the paper, and then taps his head.

OBJ: Yeah, Moose has been a little loonier than usual, but don't take that lightly. It will probably make him even more dangerous in the ring.

Taylor rubs the scars on his neck from the last battles with Moose.

OBJ: (Belches) That's Australian for and it could be worse.

Taylor shoots Jack a questioning look and Spencer asks how.

OBJ: One of us could be the DDT champ.

At this reminder of DVD's troubles all of them break out into a short round of laughter, the camera fades.

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<Moose - finally bandaged up - is walking down the hall with Stank, they are making small talk about their match against Drink and Destroy>

MHJ: Look, all I am saying is, we threw everything at them, everything and those bastards are still standing, there has to be SOMETHING there.....

Stank: But the name.....

MHJ: Look, are they not living up to the name? I fought Drink & Destroy, there was no one tougher

Stank:........

MHJ: I'm just saying......

<they round the corner and Davin Moreland is standing there>

DM: Moose, just who I was looking for, look, I know you don't usually listen to anyone, except Him, whoever the hell that is, but you took a nasty shot a few weeks ago....

MHJ: I am fine

DM: Look, just listen to what he has to say, ok?

<as if on cue, "The Blueprint" Matt Morgan comes out and speaks>

MM: Its a pleasure to meet both of you. Look, I know what we do is high risk, but let me tell you from experience, I am an all-American athlete, I have taken SEVERAL concussions. This is no laughing matter. The work the NFL is doing right now is groundbreaking, concussions can, literally, kill you. Moose, it is on you to take some time and let yourself heal. I have done my own research and 90% of athletes who suffer concussions and don't get them checked and let them heal will suffer permanent damage, even death. And that's not Moon Man Math either. Gentlemen, its been a pleasure

<with that, Morgan shakes Moose and Stank's hands and he and Davin walk off. Moose and Stank continue down the hall in silence for a moment, then Moose breaks the silence>

MHJ: Why were there two Davin Moreland's there talking about concussions?

Stank: Maybe we should stop by the doc one more time

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ker room*

DM: Well, you tried Matt.

MM: Hey, all I can do is inform people right? I hope your cousin gets checked out.

DM: Yeah, I don't think concussions would be at the top of the list for his medical issues. But I do hope he gets looked at. So, are you gonna get pushed again with this Immortal stuff?

MM: We'll see. Promising start anyway. Heck, if they team me with Doug Williams as a result, I'm fine with that too.

DM: You want to stick around for the PPV?

MM: Nah, I have to stop in Nashville for a bit before heading back to Orlando. Listen, I don't know what you have planned - but you've got to get back in the game, my friend. These guys need you here. There aren't any 50 and 60-somethings on your roster...

DM: Except Ric.

MM: Yeah, but he's not a wrestler. My point is, around here? YOU are the veteran. Not just in terms of service time, but you're one of the oldest guys on the roster. That makes for awesome in-ring action, but it leaves a lot of very talented young guys and girls around here without direction.

DM: What are you saying?

MM: Lead, follow, or get the fuck out of the way, Davin. And you've got too much to give to get out of the way yet.

DM: Ok man. I've got a meeting to go to, so I'll text you later.

MM: Absolutely. You still have to teach me that Cutter.

DM: Well, you have to do a Hellevator once in a while too.

*They shake hands and Matt Morgan leaves. Davin grabs a briefcase sitting on the table and heads out the door. He walks to Chris Evans' locker room. He knocks and a voice from inside answers*

VFI: Who is it?

DM: Davin.

VFI: Come on in, Davin.

*Davin walks in and sees Shawn Johnson and Chris Evans next to each other on the couch, with their feet up sharing an ottoman; watching some crappy RomCom.*

DM: Hey guys, sorry to bother you, but do you mind if I steal Shawn for a little bit, Chris?

OGMSJ: For WHAT?

DM: For I'll tell you on the way.

CE: Yeah, I should break down more Dead tape anyway.

DM: Well, don't go overboard. You've watched a ton the last couple weeks. Try to stick to stuff from the last 6 months or so. He wrestles a lot different now than he did when he first started.

CE: Yeah, good idea. Thanks Davin. See you in a little while, Shawn?

OGMSJ: *looks VERY disappointed that she's leaving* Yeah, I'll be back as soon as I'm done. See ya.

*Shawn nearly stomps out of the room and they go back into the hallway and start walking*

OGMSJ: Where are we going?

DM: Meeting.

OGMSJ: Meeting? For what?

DM: I don't really know what.

OGMSJ: Well, who's gonna be at this meeting?

DM: Alexander and someone else of his choosing.

OGMSJ: Are you INSANE??!

DM: Yes.

OGMSJ: No, seriously, are you fucking CRAZY? You're gonna get me fucking KILLED!

DM: I won't.

OGMSJ: Oh REALLY? How are you going to manage that, Davin Douchebag?

DM: That's not very nice.

OGMSJ: I'm PISSED! You take me away from what I'm doing...and now I'm gonna die! I don't wanna die! I'm America's Sweetheart, dammit! I-

*Davin stops walking and so does Shawn, who stops talking as a result*

DM: You really think I'd put you in danger?

OGMSJ: Well....

DM: Listen. Alex said "bring one of yours, I'll bring one of mine". Who do you think he's going to pick?

OGMSJ: *thinks* Well...it could be ANYONE. I mean, it could be BEAST for all I know.

DM: Shawn, you know him as well as I do. This is a meeting, presumably with some sort of agreement drawn up. There is one person in the world he trusts as it is; and especially though for an occasion like this.

OGMSJ: Alexis.

DM: That's right, Alexis. So, if HE is bringing Alexis, and I know this, why would I bring a wrestler with me? Clearly this isn't some sort of an ambush. He's got something else in mind.

OGMSJ: So why me?

DM: Why not you?

OGMSJ: You're just bringing me to irritate him.

DM: That's not JUST why, but I'd be lying if I said that didn't factor into my decision.

OGMSJ: Uh huh. So what am I supposed to do there, huh?

DM: Sit there and look pretty. You can do that, right?

OGMSJ: *flutters her eyelashes dramatically and with terrible Southern accent* I do declare that I can. Oh, I hope I don't get the vapors...

DM: Ok Jerky, that's enough of that.

*They walk for a bit more until they get to the DEA Executive Suites door. Shawn suddenly looks nervous*

OGMSJ: Davin...

DM: It's be fine, half-pint. Just go in there like you're in complete control. You know, like you're about to do a floor routine.

OGMSJ: *smiles at that* I'm not in complete control though.

DM: That's ok, just look like you do. They won't know any different.

OGMSJ: Ok....I'm ready.

*Davin opens the door without knocking, and heads right to the office area; where he has spent a lot of time. He knocks once and walks in. Alexander looks up as the door opens, as does Alexis, who is sitting next to him*

DM: *mumbles to Shawn* Told ya.

AD: Davin, glad you decided to take me up on my offer.

*He stands up and shakes hands with Davin, in a very professional manner, and Alexis does the same with Shawn. They switch when that's done, and Davin and Shawn sit down. Davin pops his briefcase open and takes out a legal pad and a pen. He takes another out and hands it for Shawn, and whispers to her*

DM: Take notes if you want. Draw pictures if you want. Just make sure the pen's moving as they're talking.

DM: *to the Darlings* Ok Alexander. What's your fantastic idea?

AD: I propose a wager.

DM: Is this like the Dukes from "Trading Places" betting $1 on something?

LD: Davin, he's not done. Please.

AD: Well Lex, it IS kind of like that.

DM: So what is it? This isn't a series of matches or something, right?

AD: No, no. We've been there and done that, and it's been pretty even.

DM: Says you.

LD: Yeah says him. Says everyone. Now listen.

AD: I do, however, propose a bet.

DM: Ok, how much?

AD: Not that kind of bet.

DM: Ok...

AD: No, it seems our most contentious issue currently is our respective ability to lead.

DM: Among other things.

LD: He said MOST.

DM: Thanks Alexis. If it weren't for you, I would have missed that.

*Alexis fumes at that. Shawn tries not to laugh*

DM: So what did you have in mind?

AD: Pretty simple. You and I recruit three wrestlers each and form a team. Whomever has the best team wins.

DM: Interesting...what are the parameters?

AD: Again, pretty simple. Recruit any 3 active wrestlers off the OOWF roster.

DM: And ONLY the OOWF roster.

AD: Naturally.

DM: Just checking. You know lots of people outside the company.

AD: So do you. OOWF only. And active only. No bringing in Underdawg or something.

DM: Not a problem. What's the contest?

AD: To see who can build the better team by a specified date.

DM: When's the specified date?

AD: I don't know yet, but I'll let you know after our teams are set.

DM: Ok, but we're talking months, not weeks, right?

AD: That's my thought.

DM: Ok, I'd like to add a stipulation.

AD: What is it?

DM: No one on our teams can be a current or former World Champion.

AD: I can live with that.

DM: Ok then.

OGMSJ: Wait a second, wait a second...how do we know who wins?

DM: *looks relieved and annoyed he didn't ask that himself* Yeah, who determines the winner? I suggest a fan vote.

AD: Of course you do. I don't think fans necessarily will pick the better team, just the one they like more. How about the board of directors?

DM: No, I hate that idea. The board doesn't watch closely enough to make an informed decision.

LD: How about a poll of the wrestlers on the roster? Secret ballot, one vote. No rankings or anything like that. Just one vote for the team of their choice.

DM: I'll support that. As my advisor Shawn, do you support that?

OGMSJ: *really surprised by that* Your advisorrrrr.....*decides to play along* thinks that a good idea.

AD: Alexis?

LD: Works for me, Alex.

DM: When do we need to have our teams ready?

AD: Hmm. Good question. Can I get back to you?

DM: You can, but sooner rather than later.

AD: Fine.

DM: Fine, I agree to this in principle. Please have your representatives draw this up in contract form so I can go over it, and I'll have it signed and notarized the Monday after Doomy Doomy Doom Doom.

AD: Works for me.

*He stands up and they all shake hands again. Shawn and Davin leave and go back to Davin's locker room*

OGMSJ: Ugh...I wish I were old enough to drink.

DM: You did great.

OGMSJ: And...your ADVISOR?? Is that legit or something?

DM: *shrugs* If you want it to be. I mean, Sam's always going to be my #1 advisor - but at least it will give you something to do besides interview Evans, now that Selena is gone. You've got a unique perspective that I'm sure I'll need to hear. So whaddya say? You want to officially join Team Davin that won't be Team Davin after I come up with a name?

OGMSJ: Well, I'm already kind of ON Team Davin, you know, after the stuff with Alex and your Mom, and how you helped me with the gr....Mexican Girl.

DM: Ok, but...*he pulls a personal services contract out of his briefcase* Official.

OGMSJ: *glances at it* Good, it's short. I don't need a lawyer or anything....is that number right?

DM: Uh huh.

OGMSJ: Are you SURE??!?

DM: I'm sure. It's an important job, and you should be well-compensated for it.

OGMSJ: Pen me, Sasquatch!

*He hands her a pen, and she quickly signs. Davin puts it back in his briefcase*

DM: Ok, the only thing is, you have to leave your phone on. I don't make a habit of calling at 2 AM, but it's a possibility. You gotta be there. Can you do that?

OGMSJ: *gives him a big hug* Of course, Sasquatch. Anything you need me to do right now?

DM: Yeah. Go see your boyfriend. Have a good time.

OGMSJ: He's not my boyfriend.

DM: Yeah right. Get outta here, half-pint.

*She leaves, and Davin goes right for his phone*

DM: Alright honey...peep this here...I know you hate when I say that, that's why I say that...

*fade*

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ngton, looking for Kai and Aina. She sees them over to one of the sides talking to two local girls. Things seem to be...friendly.[/i]

N: Hello, boys.

Aina: Hey.

Aina takes Noelani by the arm and off to the side.

Aina: Don't be a coc...

N: Oh, please. Gimme some credit will ya?

Aina: You're right, what's up?

N: I just wanted to verify our morning training.

Aina: That's it?

N: yeah, I tried calling Kai's cell, but he probably forgot to turn it on again.

Aina: He's been really forgetful since...well, you know.

N: Don't remind me. I have a plan for that too.

Aina: You always do. So...we're good here?

N: Yes. By all means, have some fun tonight. You've earned it. Just be at the gym at 9, okay?

Aina: Sure...wait, is that local time or Hawaiian time?

N: I'm always on Hawaiian time, you know that.

Aina: Sure thing boss.

N: Just promise me one thing, well two things.

Aina: What's that?

N: One, don't do anything reckless tonight.

Aina: Just a little bumpin'.

N: Yeah, bumpin'. Number two, keep an eye on Kai.

Aina: Bruddah will be fine. Nothin' a little bumpin' can't fix.

N: Stop saying "bumpin'"!

Aina smiles and kisses Noelani on the forehead.

Aina: Maybe you need a little fun yourself.

N: Win me that trophy, and I'll show you fun.

Aina: That's my girl.

Noelani pushes Aina back towards Kai and the two local girls. Noelani looks around the bar ans sighs before heading back to her room.

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*Davin is still on the phone when Eric O'Mac walks in to the locker room, also talking on his phone via bluetooth headset.*

Davin: Uh, Sam, let me call you back, I've got a visitor.

*Davin hangs up the phone, while Eric is still talking.*

Eric: So, anyways, Lauren, when you are out today, can you pick up Star Wars: The Force Unleashed 2? That game looks badass.

*Davin stares at Eric while Eric continues to talk.*

Eric: Just because you are picking up games for us to play does not mean we are dating.

*Davin seems hears a lot of shouting on the other end.*

Eric: No, no, I didn't mean it like that - it's just I know how good I look, and most women naturally want me, so I just assumed you did. You don't seem like you've been with a lot of different men in your life.

*Davin, getting frustrated, speaks to Eric.*

Davin: Eric.

*Eric looks up and notices Davin.*

Eric: Look, we'll continue this conversation at another time. I've got a visitor.

*Eric clicks his cell off from his headset.*

Eric: So, Davin, what's up?

Davin: You've already forgotten the reason you came into my locker room, didn't you?

Eric: Of course not. I just wanted to tell you it'll be great to work with you again at the pay-per-view.

Davin: You realize we are opponents, right?

Eric:.....Damn. I just assumed Rick made another typo when he put me with Shannon Moore.

Davin: I think his name is Sean, Eric.

Eric: No, that's the chick from Dancing With the Stars that seems to want to hang out with Intercontinental Champion Rashard Evans.

Davin: *sigh.*

Eric: Well, that doesn't stop me from being the first to want to join your team.

Davin: What team?

Eric: Team Davin Moreland! For that bet you made with Alex.

Davin: Um. You kind of aren't eligible.

Eric: Because I'm white?

Davin: Really? That's the first argument that comes to your head?

Eric: What else could it be?

Davin: The deal was we couldn't have any current or former OOWF World Champions on our team.

Eric: Dumbass. I didn't win the match last Wednesday...or did you forget to read my spoiler alert?

Davin: Yeah, but about two years ago, you beat me for the OOWF World Championship.

Eric:*thinking*

Davin: Ring a bell?

Eric: Are you sure we aren't talking about the PHWF World Heavyweight Championship Memorial Urn?

Davin: Yeah. You cashed in your Imperial Onslaught Title shot after I won a grueling match with LD Williams. I beat you for the title right back three days later.

Eric: You mean that was for real? Could of sworn it was a dream.

Davin: How are you not on any kind of drugs at all and be the way you are?

Eric: McMahon's are wired differently, Davin. Speaking of which, are you voting for my step-mom Tuesday?

Davin: Even if I wanted to, I'm not registered to vote in Connecticut.

Eric: Sure. Use the same FUCKING excuse that everyone else uses!

*Eric kicks over a fruit basket that was sitting beside his feet and storms out uncharacteristically. With apples rolling everywhere, Davin sighs again. Fade out.*

[BookerShark]

FADE IN on the OOWF Donovan Viper Memorial Hallway of Random Encounters™. We find, surprisingly to him, former OOWF World Champion Eric O’Mac leaving Davin Moreland’s office/dressing room. He turns the corner and runs into former Onslaught Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton.

SF: “Hi Eric.”

EOM: “Hi, uh... do I know you?”

SF: “Stan Fulton. Been with OOWF for about six months.”

EOM: “You sure you’re him? Because I’m thinking you’re Bam Bam Bigelow.”

SF: “No, he’s dead.”

EOM: “Really?”

SF: “Yeah, died in 2007 of a drug overdose.”

EOM: “Not, Bam Bam, huh?”

SF: “Nope.”

EOM: “OK, that’s right. You’re Tugboat. Glad to see you again. It’s been years. Too bad about that Shockmaster thing.”

SF: “Again, not me. That’s Fred Ottman. He’s managing a janitorial service now.”

EOM: “Earthquake?”

SF: “Dead. Bladder cancer.”

EOM: “Cancer of the piss bag? Damn. Did we send his wife a fruit basket?”

SF: “I’m sure Vince did something nice.”

EOM: “Jerry Blackwell”

SF: “No, but you’re getting warmer.”

EOM: “Nick Bockwinkel?”

SF: “And colder.”

EOM: “Well, nice to meet you, Nick. Maybe will be in a match sometime.”

SF: “We were. Imperial Onslaught less than a month ago.”

EOM: “You were in that?”

SF: “One of the last four, yeah.”

EOM: “Never made the connection.”

SF: “It’s okay. You’re a busy, important man.”

EOM: “Damn, skippy. You’re a smart dude, Nick.”

SF: “Stan.”

EOM: “Well have a good day, Nick. Hope we can be in a match together.”

Fulton just rolls his eyes and goes with it.

SF: “Thanks, Shane.”

EOM: “Eric.”

SF: “Right. Anyway, good luck this week.”

EOM: “McMahons make their own luck.”

Eric walks off dialing his cell phone. We can hear his voice fade off in the distance.

EOM: “Lauren. I just met Nick Bockwinkel. He looks a lot younger than I thought he would. He’s let himself go too...”

FADE

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is SITTING~! at Ric's Sandwich Shop, with a nice hot cup of Duncan Hills Coffee. She keeps looking at her phone, checking either the time or to see if someone has called. Whatever she's looking for, she's getting increasingly irritated by it. Eventually, Moosehead Jack comes to sit down.

MHJ: So....d'you have a nice visit with dear ol' da'?

FW: I didn't visit, I sent him on his way. Besides, we can't talk about that.

MHJ: Why?

FW: Crusher doesn't want us too. Not enough 'wrestling.'

MHJ: Yeah, well....he talks big.....heh......hehehehe......

FW: Huh? What's so funny?

MHJ: Get it....hehehehehehe....talks big? .... HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.....

FW: Yeah, about your head injury.....would you please go get that looked at?

MHJ: I can see it in the mirror just fine.

FW: Moose......please listen to me.........

MHJ: Why would I listen to you? If that's really you......how do I know you're not channeling Juni.

FW: What? Don't be silly....He talks to me, yeah, but I don't buy that channeling stuff.....

Fire's eyes roll back into her head, which snaps back, and then she looks straight ahead again.

MHJ: Fire?

FW?: No, Moose.....I know what you think you have to do.......but you need to consider....if you're not here.....who will take care of your sister?

MHJ: What? Fire doesn't need anyone to take care of her.

FW?: Sure......she thinks that.....but you know better........and if you're not here, that leaves.....Alex.

MHJ: That's not funny.

FW?: Think about it, Moose.

Firewoman again snaps her head back and then faces forward again, but this time she puts her hand to her forehead. Moose looks at her with concern.

FW: Damn headaches.......

MHJ: Uh huh......So....what you JUST said....

FW: That I don't buy that channeling stuff? What about it.

MHJ: Um....never mind...look, maybe you should be the one talking to Dr. Sid.....

FW: Well, that was my PLAN before someone went and traumatized him.

MHJ: Oh.......sorry?

FW: Yeah, so whatever...go on and do whatever the fuck you want. I don't have time to worry about you. I have to worry about Tytan's mind games and then defeating him in the ring, again.

MHJ: Right....um....I'll maybe check in with the trainer.......if that would make you--

FW: I don't care...do what you want, I don't need you.

Fire stands up and starts to leave, then she turns and pokes Moose in one of the wounds from the bottle he broke over his own head, to punctuate her words.

FW: The next (poke) time (poke) I tell you (poke) to not (poke) hurt (poke) someone (poke) and you do it (poke) anyway (poke) in MY (poke) NAME (poke) I will do more than poke (poke) you in the head (poke).

She follows up with a smack to the back of his head, and walks away. Moose listens to...something for a bit, and then just laughs hysterically.

[BookerShark]

(Tytan walks to the ring with his shovel in and and Athena following who has the Firewoman death eater mask to a chorus of Boos! and "You suck!" chants. Tytan goes to the ring post and poses taking in the boos, and feeding off the anger of the fans.)

Tytan: Thank you sheep, once again this is just proving how dumb you really are.

(The crowd boos more and Athena is shown clapping.)

Tytan: Well sheep, it seems my last interview segment went over incredibly well. It got Mayhem some of the best ratings of the week that our GM wanted us to do this again.

(The crowd continues to boo and Tytan continues enjoying what he is doing to the crowd.)

Tytan: So sheep welcome to this weeks "Moment of Truth" where Athena and I continue to enlighten you with the way things really are around here. And for starters Valor, Evans and Ravenna congrats on winning the Champions de Trios title with that has been and False hero Crete. Here's to many long hours of carrying his sorry ass through Matches.

Now, let's get down to business. As many of you know, as well as I do that Our World Champion is the biggest manipulator and lier that this federation has ever seen. Don't get me wrong the woman knows how to wrestler. It's just that she comes out here and gets your cheers and well....we just know that she is just using the next set of people in her life for her own personal gain. Just like she is using Alex and any other person she sees fit.

But last week you pulled a fast one on me....you showed a bit of compassion. A bit of forgiveness towards....your father. Juni would be so proud of you. I just have to say Bravo! Come on everyone you need to clap for Firewoman and the fact that she forgave her Father.( He puts the mic down and claps. Athena does the same.). But then you sent him packing, so once again you went back to your true self.

So Firewoman. Do you think I am done? I am only just begining there toots. Tonight some friends and I have decided that we should turn up the heat! So let's bring down tonight's guest!



(A group of death eaters head down from the back and are leading along another one that looks like they are unsure of themself.)

Tytan: Tonight our guest makes last weeks guest look like he really was nice! Sheep, tonights guest is....

(Tytan walks over and pulls the mask off of the one Death eater to reveal who it is.)

Tytan: Rose Quinn

(The crowd boos, The Death Eaters leave the ring and post themselves around the ring looking outward.)

Tytan: Hello Rose, first off let me say that it's no wonder Mr. Quinn was a drunk, you are one crazy mess.

(Rose lowers her head.)

Tytan: But here on the Moment of Truth we are about opportunities, and second chances...I mean your daughter forgave her father what's to say that she won't forgive you.

(Crowd boos again.)

Tytan: But tonight we will make this even more interesting. (Tytan grabs his shovel) Firewoman, you see this. It's here if you need it....you don't want to forgive your mother go ahead and use it. Hell if you want you can even get a shot on me.

Just remember, use it and you are making a return to who you really are, the angry, and pissed off, constantly PMSing, drinking, man-using piece of trash. Just like...

(Tytan grabs Rose by the wrist and drops her to her knees.)

this one. (Tytan looks at Rose.) Juni was nice to you....I am not nice. I have no problem making you squirm. (He then tosses her to the ground.) I have half the mind to hit you with the shovel myself.


Either way Firewoman, you are going to fail this test. Forgive Rose....you have to deal with her again. Hit her with the shovel....(laughs)...you will enjoy it but I prove my point. Hit me...you may enjoy it....but Juni would be so disappointed, if that is really who you are talking too. You would fail him again!


But we will see how you are going to end up once we bring the Champion to the ring.

Sheep...It's Fiirewoman...

(The music goes on cue and after a few seconds Firewoman appears at the ramp with her title over her shoulder.)

(TO BE CONTINUED by Firewoman.)

[BookerShark]

*Nick Bockwinkel walks into the Destroyitarium and joins D&D at the bar*

NB: I'm so happy the OOWF finally saw the light and decided to use me. After I was inducted into the Hall of Fame I thought my phone would be ringing off the hook, but frankly I've been in limbo the last few years. You'd think TNA would use me, but I think Hogan's still sore over the time Stanley Blackburn and I screwed him out of the AWA title. Well, that doesn't matter now. I can step in here as an announcer, or a manager, or maybe commissioner of the whole fed. I'm still one of the best talkers in the business. Ive forgotten more about drawing heat then Moosehead Jack has ever known. By the way, what's with that guy lately? Now, where was I... oh yeah, you know I might just have one more 5 star match in me. Maybe I should go talk to Moreland and Darling about joining one of their teams.

OBJ(drinks & belches): Sorry, mate. Your name was just mentioned in a promo. It was a very good promo, but that's about it.

*DDT nods in assent*

NB: Oh. Can I at least hang out here and try to win that Ironman title your friend is holding? It's been so long since I held a title.

*OBJ and DDT look at each other and shrug*

OBJ: Suit yourself, mate.

[BookerShark]

**SFJ#47 and a camera crew approach L.D. Williams in the hall-of-not-so-random-encounters. **

SFJ#47: “L.D., Wednesday night you pinned Alexander Darling while his foot was on the ropes.”

LDW: “I did.”

SFJ#47: “Any comments?”

LDW: “ What’s to say? I didn’t see his foot on the ropes. If I had…I would have done exactly the same thing. A win is a win. It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It’s nothing Alex hasn’t done before. If he gets the chance to do the same thing to me Sunday night, he will. And I don‘t blame him.”

SFJ#47: “Alex has been strangely silent about Sunday’s match.”

LDW: “As far as I’m concerned, that’s a compliment.”

SFJ#47: “How so?”

LDW: “It means he’s taking the match for what it is - a match. Not a blood feud. No threats, insults, sneak attacks, or other assorted crap. We get in the ring, we wrestle, and may the best man win.”

SFJ#47: “Any thoughts on Alex’s competition with Davin?”

LDW: “I was with them right up to the ‘No World Champions’ bit.”

SFJ#47: “You don’t agree with it?”

LDW: “Oh, it’s a good idea - it just kinda leaves me out of it…I was sort of looking forward to the bidding war.”

SFJ#47: “Predictions?”

LDW: “Ask me again after I see the teams.”

<fade>

[BookerShark]

(Tytan is sitting with Athena in the Valor locker room watching the Davin and Alex promo bet.)

Athena: So what do you think about that little bet?

Tytan: Very interesting. It's going to be intriguing to see who comes up with the better team. Especially since it seems like Alex already has the advantage.

Athena: Do you think they are going to approach you?

Tytan: After Sunday I'll be out of the running.

(Tytan and Athena both laugh.)

Fade out

[BookerShark]

[OOC: Um...yeah....so this happened before Tytan's last promo, which I'm not sure how he was able to talk, but......]

Firewoman makes her way to the ring, to cheers, of course, as her music hits. She
gets in the ring, acknowledges the crowd, and then turns to Tytan.

FW: Digging up Moose's mother, Tytan? That's hardly original. Didn't Eco do that already?

Tyt: *smirks* Maybe so.....or maybe Eco is using me to administer your next
test.

FW: *smirking herself* Well, if that's the case, then you're STILL being led
around by a master like you've got a ring through your nose, and you're STILL as much of a sheep as you accuse everyone else of being.

This draws cheers from the crowd, and Tytan is still smirking, but he's got a glint in
his eye that says he's not at all happy about Fire's observation. He twists Rose's
wrist, and she cries out, but doesn't draw Fire's attention.

FW: And really...Deatheaters? Not sure you should be casting aspersions about Crete's geekiness, here.

Tytan's smirk disappears with a snap.

Tyt: Let's just cut to the chase, Fire, and quit with the cheap insults.

The crowd cheers, and Fire smiles, clearly pleased with her effect on Tytan.

Tyt: Now's your chance, Fire. Eco's next test to show all these sheep that suddenly
think you're so awesome, how much you've changed....or to show them you're still the same evil, sociopathic bitch you've always been.

Fire steps menacingly right in front of Tytan.

FW: What you are forgetting, Tytan, is that yes... I AM that evil, sociopathic bitch.
But I'm an evil, sociopathic bitch who is CHOOSING...that's right....CHOOSING to walk a different path. Eco's sacrifice in this very ring....and YOUR hands.....was a cleansing
that we all need to have. I have taken advantage of it, and my pain and sins will not
need to be cleansed in the same way, because he has done that for me.

And he did that BEFORE I agreed to follow him, and listen to his words.

He KNOWS I'm imperfect. He knows that, left to my own devices, I would take a switch blade, and filet you alive just for the sheer pleasure of hearing you scream. He knows that I would willingly go about my day leaving whatever trail of blood and fire behind me, not looking back, and avenging all wrongs with a fury that would make the devil himself BEG for mercy.....

Tyt: You're missing the point, Fire. I AM that devil. And I don't want your mercy. I
want you to look this woman in the eye. Can you even do that? You haven't even looked at her once since you got here.

Tytan twists Rose's wrist again, and again she cries in pain, and this time, Fire does
look down at her. A look of ... is that pity? crosses her face, but it's short lived, as she looks back to Tytan.

FW: Yeah, I see her. I used to see that face a thousand times in my nightmares. So
what?

Tyt: So? Now's your chance, Fire. You can do one of two things. You can get your
revenge finally. I've even got the perfect weapon for it, right here. Get your revenge
and prove that you're a fraud. I feel sorry for Alex when he figures out you've been
playing him for a --

Fire winds up and bitchslaps Tytan across the face. Hard. It echos through the
arena, and the fans are stunned into a hush, before the cheering breaks out. Fire's
voice is soft, but still menacing.

FW: You mention his name, or our relationship, one more time......

The Deatheaters start to close in, but Tytan waves them off.

Tyt: *rubbing his jaw, but smiling now.* Well, I think I know what direction
this is going to go, eh Athena? Okay, back to the true test at hand.

Tytan throws Rose to the ground in between them, and holds the shovel out to
Firewoman, who looks down at Rose.

Tyt: Here you go Fire. Now's your chance....time to get even....time to mess up that
face you saw in your nightmares....come on.....do it......take the shovel and put her out of your misery.

Fire stands transfixed, and it's not clear if she's even thinking at all. Her eyes
are glued to Rose, who is still laying on the canvas. Fire is almost in a trance as she
reaches out....and grabs the shovel. The crowd starts to yell "No! No!" but she doesn't seem to be able to hear them. She takes the shovel from Tytan.

Tyt: Yes!!! YES!!! I KNEW it. I knew you hadn't changed!! Look, all you sheep, and
your false hero.

Firewoman slowly brings the microphone to her mouth, still looking down at Rose. Her voice is again soft, but has lost the edge it had before.

FW: Get up.......Rose.....get up.

A small cheer breaks out, but most of the crowd is still hesitant.

Tyt: Right...some kind of demented honor thing you Quinns have about not hitting people already down? Please....

FW: C'mon Rose....it's okay.....get up........

Rose looks up, tears streaming down her face, and slowly, after Fire gives her a
reassurming nod, gets to her feet.

FW: Good...it's okay....stop crying..........you have no reason to cry.....*Rose
points to her wrists and chatters about it hurting*.....I know....he's a very bad
man...............Just like the ones you used to invite over to visit.....right, Ma?

Rose stops blubbering and a wide grin breaks out across Tytan's face. He rubs his
hands together, just waiting. Fire continues in the soft, calm voice.

FW: I'm not going to forgive you, Ma. Not ever. In fact, the next time I see you,
it'll be in your coffin, and I'll be dancing upon your grave.

RQ: Oh, Lisa....I'm so sorry.....if there's anything ever I can do.....

FW: ...........

RQ: *** sob ***

FW: Well....there is one thing.......

Firewoman raises the shovel to her shoulder.

RQ: What? Name it! I'll do anything!

FW: *smirking* Duck.

Rose hesitates for a second, but then once she sees the shovel swing, she gets it, and drops back down to the mat. The shovel swings, and the back of the blade hits squarely on Tytan's jaw, knocking him over. The crowd ERUPTS with cheers. Rose scrambles out of the way, as Fire raises the shovel again, and hits Tytan on the back with the back of the shovel blade. He arches his back in pain, and Fire raises the shovel a third time, but stops, and the drops it off to the side. She raises the mic again.

FW: Tytan......you're right. I haven't changed. I told you that. I warned you.

Fire turns to leave, and Tytan manages to talk despite a jaw that will probably need to be wired shut.

Tyt: You....You FAILED!

FW: *turning back to him* You're right. And you know what? Failure never sparkled so good. *turning to Rose* Get out of my sight.

Firewoman walks up the ramp, as Athena goes to check on Tytan. The Deatheaters start to follow Fire, but she turns around stops them with a stare. She continues on her way, and slowly her smile starts to fade. By the time she gets to the top of the ramp, it's gone. Alex is there to meet her, and puts a hand on her shoulder. She tosses it off, and we can clearly read her lips as she says "Leave me the fuck alone." She goes backstage, as Alex sighs and follows.

[BookerShark]

(Shortly after Firewoman's little attack. Tytan is back in the locker room.)

Athena: (Looking at Tytan who is getting check over by the doctors and getting ice.) What did you think she was going to do?

Tytan: (Laughing but still wincing in pain.) She is a fake....and they cheer for her. She has never gotten a single word that Juni told her....(laughing harder.)....Juni you failed....your greatest challenge and you failed...she couldn't change....She failed you...You failed in changing her....She's a Quinn....All those Quinns are evil...and there was not a thing that you could do....


(Tytan then looks out into the darkness of the room and stares.)...and look it didn't take much to make her go back to who she was...the way you thought was all wrong....It wasn't the way to go...

(The medics and Athena all try to see what he is looking at and begin to back away.)

You see...
I see the way
I know the truth now
it's all been a bunch of lies
there is no truth
everyone here is not who they pretend to be

why is it that I am the only one that sees what they are.
It's my cross to bare
I am the one that needs to cleanse the lies and deceit from this place


(Stares back into the camera.)

And on Sunday....
Halloween
The cleansing begins at the top.
I will destroy
you Firewoman...
I will destroy
you....

(Tytan laughs as the camera goes black.)

[BookerShark]

Mere hours before his tag match with Eric O'Mac, Sean Naomh Moore wanders into the Destroyitarium, followed by SoCalChristy and a real-live cameraman.


SNM: Hey, have any of you fine lads seen Eric?

Dynamite Danny Taylor: ::shrugs: ...

SNM: Yes - I've tried everywhere. This was the last place to try to find him to talk a bit o' strategy.

Outback Jack: Heh, I told ya...

SCC: Well, Sean, what are your plans now?

SNM: My plans now are to sit down at the bar and order a pint o' plain. Care to join me? Can I get a cpuple of pints o' Guinness, my good fella?


As the cameraman turns to leave, Spencer Darling just shakes his head and points over to OBJ and DDT, who are both a little surprised that someone would order Guinness at the Destroyatarium.


SNM: Ah, well, then whatever he's having.

SD: Fosters.

Shotglass: YIP!


From behind the bar, Shotglass comes running and starts humping Christy's leg. Stunned, Spencer jumps over the bar and tries to get Shotglass away from Christy. SNM, OBJ, and DDT are rolling with laughter.

SG: YIP! YIP! YIP!

SCC: What the fuck? ::sees Shotglass:: Aww, he's kinda cute, aren't you, little guy?


All the guys stop, stunned that Christy isn't freaked out by Shotglass's intrusion.


SNM: I like that dog!

SCC: OK, little guy - that's enough.


To everyone's amazement, Shotglass immediately stops - then jumps into her lap, curls up, and begins to nap.


DDT: ::shrugs:: ...


Spencer returns to the bar and brings two Foster's over to Moore and Christy.


SNM: Ah, good - none of that crazy Mexican fruity beer.

OBJ: :beeeelllllch: That's Australian for, "fuck that shit."

SCC: Sean, are you really just going to sit here and wait until your match? Aren't you going to go to the lockerroom to wait for Eric?

SNM: I don't really see the point. Either he'll show up, and we'll wrestle our match, or I'll need a tag partner, or it'll be a handicap match.


Nick Bockwinkel stumbles out of the men's room.


NB: Did I hear someone needs a tag partner? What is it, a championship? Rivalry? Ah, pasty-man, I see. Don't worry - I'll give a call into Hogan, and we'll get you tanned up in a jiffy. Oh, and little lady, I've got something special for you.


OBJ, DDT, and SD all shake their heads slightly, chuckling. SNM and SCC trade looks of disbelief, as the cameras...


FADE

[BookerShark]

We FADE~~~!! into the Texpress Dressing Room, where we see Zane lying on the floor, Bridgette standing above him helping him stretch out his knee. Chad is sitting on the couch, surrounded by 3 SFJ's who are attending to the wound on his forehead.

Chad: Oooowwwwww (Groans)

3 SFJ's: Awwwwww!

Blonde SFJ: It's MY turn to change his bandage.

Brunette SFJ: No, you did it last time. It's MY turn!

Other blonde SFJ: Here, I'LL do it!

Zane: (from across the floor) ENOUGH! Ladies, don't you have interviews to prepare for?

Brunette SFJ: Not really. Nobody's really in a talking mood for this show. And with Davin, Eric, Fulton and even the new guy Moore having thier own personal interviewers, there's alot less work to do.

Blonde SFJ's: So we can spend ALL DAY taking care of our favorite cowboy!

(Collective SFJ Giggle)

Zane: (gets to his feet) Oh good grief. Where's ninjacam? (looks directly into the camera) Sad Moose. Really sad. Sad and ....Predictable. Big bad scary Moosehead Jack. Hearing voices. Becoming psychotic. Intent on taking us out.

Well Moose, you failed. Sure, we're banged up. It's wrestling. and we've both been hurt Much worse.

Ahh, but don't let that fool you Mags and Alexis. We'll be coming to the ring tonight 100% commited to defending the OOWF World Tag Team Championships. You two put up one heck of a match against us a couple weeks ago. Don't let that give you any false confidence. A quick win in a tournament we were never going to be booked to win is not the same as Measuring Up to The Texpress

(Chad joins him)

Chad: And that goes for tonights Invitational Finalists. Hawaiians, Folz & Fulton, good luck. But remember this, there have been 3 Tag Team invitational winners. Of those six men, One is dead by his partners hand, and 2 others have quit. Quite a legacy to live up to.

[BookerShark]

*OOWF Arena*

We're in the backstage area for old-school interviews and we see Alexander Darling standing with his sister Spencer as they await word that it's time. They get the all clear from OOWF producers, but it doesn't seem like Spencer and Alex are exactly paying attention.

Spencer: Why am I doing this?

Alexander: Because the SFJ's around here are useless and I don't feel like going out and hiring my own personal interviewer.

Spencer: Why not? I thought that would be one of the perks you looked forward to.

Alexander: Maybe because 2 of them have decided to align with people who want me to fail. First Hayden and now Shawn. I mean, I know I haven't always been the best boss or whatever, but for Shawn to align with that douchebag, that hurts.

Spencer: She's always had a soft spot for him; you know that. And besides it's clear that Evans is one of Davin's chosen boys and Shawn and he have developed something.

Alexander: Whatever. She can do what she wants. She's decided to align with the wrong side this time.

Spencer finally notices the ninja cameraman jumping around trying to get her attention and when she does she sees the camera is on.

Spencer: Looks like we're on Alex. Anything else you'd like to say about the little wager you've made with Davin Moreland?

Alexander: Davin and I have been lots of things. Allies, enemies, opponents, but the one thing we never actually became were friends. I'm not sure why. I'm sure he'll have his own theories and he'll be an asshole about things but it doesn't matter to me what he says. When we were in Run DEA and he was OOWF World Champion, I embraced my role as his enforcer. I made sure he kept that belt as long as I could and when he lost it, I made sure he got it back. So that's what we were but then no matter what anyone says or how they try to rewrite history, it was Davin who stabbed me in the back and sent me on a journey of self-discovery. And it was during that journey that I became my own man and I became the person everyone in this company tried to knock off the mountain top. I was OOWF World Champ and the difference between Davin and I is I did it on my own. I had my support system, but no one was out there making sure I became champ. No one made sure I stayed champion beside myself.

Spencer: So what led to the decision to make this wager with Davin? The world knows you two have antagonized each other for years, so why now? Why make this next escalation?

Alexander: Basically, because it was time Spencer. And once again, Davin will try and spin the truth but once again he saw someone else doing something special. Something unique and he had to become part of it. While he was sitting home, reflecting on his career, wondering if he had necessary energy to continue on in his chosen career, it was Alexander Darling who showed up every week and began to take notice that the OOWF was changing. That the new blood was on the precipice of a revolution and that they needed someone to help guide them. This is not a slight to anyone in the company because this company is full of talented individuals but just like others have done for me, I feel I should do for them.

Spencer: But what about your own goals? And what about those who say this is just something you're doing to keep yourself in the spotlight?

Alexander: Let me answer that 2nd part first. I've been part of the spotlight and people who know me will know that I love the spotlight. But the last few years in this company has taught me a lot. There are different ways to embrace the spotlight without being in the forefront of it. People will always talk and assume things based on personal opinions, and I can not change their minds. I can only do what I do. And what I plan on doing is finding myself a small group of individuals that just need a little tweaking to make that next step. To find the next generation of stars who want the spotlight to themself and I know it sounds surprising, but for right now, I'll be content to stay in the background. And that leads to the first part of your question. My goals are in unison with this wager.

Spencer: How so? How can an individual's goals be in unison with a group's goal? If The Five proved anything it's that the individual will always step out and fracture the group.

Alexander: It doesn't have to be that way. I don't want to get back into history, but it all depends on the group. The Five was a mistake from the start. They had their run and it was dominant but everyone knew it was only a matter of time before personal feelings brought that group down. When you have 4 superstars like they had, the individual's goals will always be a factor. The reason Run DEA was able to come together and succeed like we did was we all knew our role and we thrived in those roles. For the time we were together, there were no delusions of grandeur and that's what I'm hoping to rekindle once my group comes together. Because that's my goal.

Spencer: What is?

Alexander: LD had it right. I don't want his respect. I don't need. Never did and never will. What I do want and need is his legacy. If that means defeating him in Onslaught competition then that is what I will do. I will prove to him and I will prove to everyone else who feels like opening their mouth in this company that when you think of the best WRESTLER to ever step foot in an OOWF ring, it won't be Davin Moreland. It won't be Ecosystem. It won't be Chris Cole. It won't even be Firewoman. And it especially won't be LD Williams. It's going to be one person. Alexander Darling.

Spencer: What makes you so sure you can accomplish this? This company has had tons of amazing wrestlers.

Alexander: I'm sure of it because I know who I am. And I am Alexander Darling, and well, no one else is.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

OOWF Doomy Doomy Doom Doom 7
Live! From the Benedictine Monastery, Covington, Louisiana


Russ: Hi everyone and WELCOME to the Benedictine Monastery in Covington, Louisiana! Alongside Razz, I am Russ and it's our pleasure to bring to you the longest running Pay-Per-View in OOWF History...Doomy Doomy Doom Doom 7!

Razz: Great to be here Russ and the audience who dropped the coin to watch us tonight are in for one hell of a show. To those of you watching on streams, go fuck yourself.

Nash: Amen. Take money out of MY pocket? I don't think so.

Russ: That, of course, is former WWE, WCW and TNA Superstar, "Big Sexy" Kevin Nash. How do you like retirement so far, Kevin?

Nash: It sucks ass, Russ. Thanks for asking. I mean, they can't make me a valet? An authority figure? Something? I'm still one of the best talkers in the business. Kevin Nash don't work for free any more - but you all have my number. If GM the Rick is listening...I work cheap.

Russ: Thanks for that Kevin, it's a pleasure to have you here tonight.

Nash: Fuck off, Russ.

Russ: Everyone's in fine form tonight...let's get to the action! Our first match tonight is a tag match that features 2 members of the former Sanctum...

Lou: Sanctum

Russ: Versus 2 members of the former E-DEVILED EGGS. Your thoughts, gentlemen?

Razz: Should be a good one!

Nash: What he said.

Russ: You don't get that type of insightful commentary anywhere else, folks! Let's go to the ring for the announcements!

RAVENNA BLUE & CONCRETE TG vs. BRYCE LARSON & TYLER VANGARDE

Everyone makes their way to the ring and Larson and Ravenna are going to start things off. They lock up and Larson breaks the lock up and lands several stiff kicks to the back of Ravenna's knee, dropping her to one knee. Larson grabs her head and PLANTS her on the mat with a short DDT, rolls her over, but only gets a one count. He pulls her up and sends her to the ropes and Larson tries a clothesline, but Ravenna ducks it and baseball slides out of the ring while tagging Crete. As Larson turns around, Crete springs off the top rope and NAILS Larson with a lariat clothesline, turning him inside out. Crete covers, but Tyler comes in and breaks it up at two with a kick to the back of Crete's head. Tyler pulls Crete to his feet, hammerlocks his arm and sends him neck and shoulder first into the ring post, drawing a warning from the referee. Tyler laughs it off and heads back to the apron, while Larson gets to his feet and tags him in.

Tyler comes in and immediately drops several knees across the side of Crete's head, then pulls him up, lifts him for a suplex, and DRIVES him to the mat with a BRAINBUSTER! Ravenna looks concerned on the apron as Crete does not move. Tyler covers, but Crete manages to roll his shoulder at two. Tyler pulls Crete to his feet and LAUNCHES him over the top rope to the floor, then follows him out and locks him in the MANIFESTO! Tyler seems content with getting counted out, but Larson races around the ring and pulls him off of Crete and rolls them both into the ring. Tyler looks at Larson on the outside in protest, which allows Crete to make the tag to Ravenna. Ravenna charges in and rolls Tyler up, but as she sits up high on the roll up, Larson slips into the ring and NAILS her in the face with a spinning front kick, allowing Tyler to reverse the roll up, grab a hand full of tights and get the one, two, THREE!

YOUR WINNERS by PINFALL in 9:11...Bryce Larson & Tyler Vangarde!

Russ: That dirty, no good Larson has really been in a foul mood since E-DEVILED EGGS dissolved. But there's no excuse for cheating! And certainly no excuse for Vangarde grabbing the tights!

Razz: I dunno, Russ. Sometimes there is an excuse.

Nash: Like when you do it to win.

Razz: Exactly. I've pulled a few tights in my day.

Nash: And I've pulled a few hamstrings.

Russ: Clever, Kevin! This next match features a Grand Slam Champion, a former World Champion, and two rookies who have looked very impressive to this point.

Razz: I'm going to have to go with O'Mac and Moore here. Sparxx is coming off a loss to Moore, and Davin's been, well, not really here.

Nash: That Moreland's a hell of a wrestler. I'm not betting against him. You just hate him because he's 3 feet taller than you, Razz.

Razz: Tall enough to suplex your ass all over the Monastery.

Russ: All right gentlemen, let's get to the next match!

DAVIN MORELAND & JP SPARXX vs. ERIC O'MAC & SEAN MOORE

Davin, Sparxx and Jewel come to the ring, Davin seems to be...here, tonight. They go over some last minute instructions in the corner while Eric and Sean come out. They technically come out together, but Eric seems completely disinterested in this match and rolls his eyes at the prospect of a tag match. Perhaps he should not have tried to call out the booker? The four men are in the ring, Sparxx and Moore are about to start when familiar music plays and...IT’S THE FOUR NORSEMEN!

Russ: BAH GAWD! BAH GAWD! It's the FOUR NORSEMEN! They're here!

Nash: So?

Strebor Nhoj, Ressued Samoht, Nairb Nav Enytsla and Ydna Notsag storm the ring and attack all four men! The Norsemen actually get some offense in and send Sparxx, Moreland, O'Mac and Moore to the floor where the four of them regroup. They talk among themselves for a moment, then climb back into the ring, Eric says something to the referee and he calls for the bell starting...

DAVIN MORELAND, J-P SPARXX, ERIC O'MAC & SEAN MOORE vs. THE FOUR NORSEMEN

Nairb Nav Entysla charges at Davin and tries a clothesline, but Davin ducks it and shoves him to the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER! Davin tags in Sparxx, Sparxx pulls Nairb up and KILLS him with the GEM DROP! Next in, Sean Moore. He pulls Nairb to the middle of the ring and climbs the ropes, but tags in Eric as he goes. Moore steadies himself and hits the HILL OF TARA he rolls off of Nairb and Eric lands the E-MAC ATTACK! Eric hooks a dead Nairb's leg while the rest of the team beats the snot out of the remaining Norsemen and gets the one, two, THREE!

YOUR WINNERS by PINFALL in 1:55...Davin Moreland, J-P Sparxx, Eric O'Mac and Sean Moore!

The crowd roars their approval as the beating continues. Out of the crowd comes TNA's Matt Morgan! He and Davin work over Ressued Samoht, eventually Davin whips Samhot to Morgan, who kills him with a Carbon Footprint! He stumbles backward right into a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER! Morgan pulls Samoht's lifeless corpse to his feet, and delivers a HELLAVATOR! The camera cuts to the back, where we see Moosehead Jack and Stank watching on a monitor.

MHJ: Ok...so now there are three Davins?

Stank: What?

MHJ: Tell me you don't see three Davins right now.

Stank: Let's check in with the trainer before we head out there, ok?[/b]

Back ringside, Eric has just killed Ydna Notsag with a ROCK BOTTOM! Sparxx has Nairb Nav Enytsla tied up in the RIVER DAWG, and Nairb is tapping furiously. Strebor Nhoj gets destroyed by Moore with another HILL of TARA before finishing him off with...a heartpunch? Strebor sells that like a champ. Finally, Moreland, Sparxx, O'Mac and Moore all head to the back, leaving the bloody and battered corpses of The Four Norsemen for the medical personnel to deal with.

Russ: Well, The Four Norsemen tried to make a name for themselves again here in OOWF, and the OOWF wrestlers handled them easily. And Matt Morgan even joined in! Do you think we can call them Team OOWF now? All of them, working together to restore the dignity and honor to our company?

Razz: Are you high, Russ?

Nash: Did you know when you talk, your face doesn't move?

Russ: That was a mean thing to say, Kevin! And speaking of mean, this next match is sure to be on hell of a slobberknocker. Two teams that have squared off a whole bunch of late, Moosehead Jack and Stank vs. Drink & Destroy. They've been bloody battles and no one has a clear advantage. But I have to think the team with two solid citizens, Drink & Destroy, should be the favorites here.

Razz: I don't know about that, Russ. I'm leaning towards a Double DQ/No Contest, myself.

Nash: I'm gonna go talk to Matt Morgan for a bit. I just bought these clothes, and I don't want to get blood on them.

Russ: To the ring we go, for the particulars!

MOOSEHEAD JACK & STANK vs. DRINK & DESTROY[/b]

Drink and Destroy are out first and get cheered loudly. Moose and Stank are out next and get their typical boos from the crowd. The two teams eye one another warily. Stank remains in the ring and Moose heads to the apron. For Drink and Destroy, Jack starts into the ring, but Taylor grabs him by the shoulder and tags in. Taylor steps into the ring and he and Stank go nose to nose. The bell rings, and this match is underway!

Stank pie faces Taylor, then grabs a side head lock. Taylor sends him to the ropes and catches him with a big boot on the rebound. Taylor grabs Stank and tries to lift him for a slam, but Stank blocks it and drops Taylor to the mat with a double sledge to the back of the neck. Stank grabs Taylor's arm and wrings it, then tags in Moose. Moose comes in and climbs to the middle rope and leaps and drives an elbow into the side of Taylor's neck. Moose pulls Taylor to his feet and whips him into the corner and charges after him, but Taylor explodes out of the corner and levels him with a clothesline. Taylor tags in Jack and OBJ charges into the ring and just as Moose is on his knees, he catches Moose with a kick to the jaw, then covers him, but Moose kicks out at two.

Jack pulls Moose up and scoops him up and plants him on the mat, then bounds off the ropes and drops a knee across his chest and covers him again, but Moose kicks out at two again. Jack pulls Moose up and shoves him to the corner then lifts him setting him on the top rope. Jack climbs up for a superplex, but Moose blocks it and fights Jack off with several punches to the face, then sends him falling to the mat with a head butt to the face. Jack falls and hits the mat, Moose stands on the middle rope and tries an elbow drop, but Jack rolls out of the way and Moose slams into the mat. Moose gets to his feet and Jack bounces off the ropes and drives Moose to the mat with a bulldog and covers again, but once again, Moose kicks out. Jack reaches out and tags in Taylor.

Taylor comes in and pulls Moose to his feet and sends him to the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a belly to belly suplex, driving him to the mat. Taylor covers, but Stank comes in and kicks Taylor on the back of the head breaking up the pin. Taylor pulls Moose to his feet, but Moose rakes his eyes, and as Taylor staggers away, Moose NAILS him with a spinning fist to the temple that sends Taylor staggering to the corner. Moose tags Stank in, and he charges into the corner and KILLS Taylor with a clothesline trapping him into the corner. Stank pulls Taylor to the top rope and sets him up for the CRADLE TO THE GRAVE but Taylor fights out of it. Stank climbs the ropes and they fight on the top rope. Stank grabs Taylor and THROWS him off the top rope with a belly to belly, sending Taylor crashing to the mat. Stank gets to his feet, but Taylor is up as well. Stank charges trying for a clothesline, but Taylor ducks and Stank goes over the top rope to the floor, but Moose manages to tag in as Stank is clearing the ropes.

Moose comes in and bounds off the ropes and NAILS Taylor with a knee to the back, then spins him around and PLANTS him with a DDT! Jake Roberts style, Moose sits there for a moment, then rolls Taylor over and covers, but Jack comes in and breaks it up. Moose chases Jack out of the ring, which allows Taylor to get to his feet. When Moose turns back around, Taylor charges in and catches Moose with a BUISAKU KNEE! HE USED MOOSE'S MOVE! Taylor tags in Jack and they quickly set up and hit the CALL OF THE WILD! Jack covers Moose and gets the one, two, THREE!

YOUR WINNERS by PINFALL in 15:58...Drink & Destroy!

Russ: Well how about THAT folks? Not only was it a clean match with no blood that entertained the crowd...but I was RIGHT!

Razz: Broken clock, Russ.

Nash: *just getting back to the announce table * What'd I miss?

Russ: You just missed a terrific match!

Nash: No blood? No care. There's enough TV-PG in the world.

Russ: Next up, we've got the finals of our OOWF Tag Team Invitational, where the winners become the number one contenders. Interesting how this one shook out. A team that had barely tagged before, before the tournament, and a rookie team that just got here a few months ago. Fulton and Folz certainly have the power advantage.

Nash: And the SIZE advantage. You know what I'm sayin'?

Razz: No doubt about that, Kev. And the Hawaiians are a high-flying team that have tagged all over the world.

Nash: Should be a good one!

Razz: That's my line, brah.

Nash: I see what you did there.

Russ: Let's get started!

STAN "CRUSHER" FULTON & MATT FOLZ vs. THE FLYIN' HAWAIIANS - OOWF Invitational Tag Team Tournament Finals

The Flyin' Hawaiians, Kai and Aina are led to the ring by Noelani. This rookie (to the OOWF) team has made quite an impression making it all the way to the finals of the OOWF Invitational Tag Team Tournament. They wait in the corner while Noelani gives them some last minute instructions. As they wait, Fulton and Folz make their way to the ring and draw a loud ovation from the crowd. Fulton and Folz step into the ring and Kai and Aina meet them in the middle of the ring. There is a tense stare down for a moment, then they all bump knuckles and head to their corners. Kai and Folz are going to start things out, the referee rings the bell and we are ready to go!

Kai and Folz lock up and Folz immediately goes behind Kai and takes him to the mat with a waist lock. Folz grabs a side head lock, but Kai fights to his feet and sends Folz to the ropes, but Folz reverses it. Folz lowers his head and Kai leap frogs him and catches him with a drop kick to the jaw on the rebound. Folz gets to his feet quickly and Kai scoops him up and drops him across his knee with a back breaker then drops him to the mat and covers for a two count. Folz gets to his feet and rocks Kai with a European uppercut as he gets to his feet, then throws him into the Fulton/Folz corner and tags in Fulton.

Crusher comes in and catches Kai with an elbow to the jaw, then sends him to the ropes, Kai tries a cross body block, but Fulton catches him. Aina comes into the ring and bounds off the ropes and nails Fulton with a flying headbutt that sends him to the mat with Kai on top. Kai gets a two count but Fulton kicks out. Kai gets to his feet and leaps toward his corner and makes the tag to Aina. Aina waits on the apron for Fulton to get to his feet, as he does, Aina springs off the top rope and takes Fulton to the mat with a flying shoulder block. Aina covers, but Fulton kicks out at one.

Fulton gets to his feet and staggers back into the corner and Aina gets to his feet and charges in and tries a splash, but Fulton swats him to the mat. Fulton pulls him to his feet and sends him to the ropes, catches him on his shoulders and PLANTS him with a Samoan drop! Fulton gets to his feet and pulls Aina up and sends him to the ropes and catches him on the rebound in a BEAR HUG! Aina howls in pain and tries to fight out of it. He claps his hands on the sides of Fulton's head, but Fulton doesn't budge. Finally Aina remembers he is Hawaiian, which is sort of like Samoan and BLASTS Fulton between the eyes with a headbutt. The big man releases the hold and just stands there. Aina backs off a step, and Fulton falls face first to the mat. Aina runs over and tags in Kai, Kai grabs Fulton and they hit the BROKEN PALM! Aina covers, but Folz runs in and breaks it up at two.

Aina pulls Fulton to his feet and sends him to the ropes but lowers his head a moment too soon and Fulton catches him with a kick, then sends him into the corner and catches him with an AVALANCHE! Fulton tags in Folz and Folz rocks Aina with several European uppercuts, then sends him to the ropes and tries a clothesline, but Aina ducks it on the rebound, Aina tries a cross body and Folz catches him and reverses it into a belly to belly suplex, and with Aina planted on the mat, Folz grabs his leg and grapevines it and traps him in the ANKLE LOCK! Kai tries to save his partner, but Fulton cuts him off. Aina fights it, but Folz has him in the center of the ring, finally, he has to tap or suffer a broken ankle!

YOUR WINNERS by SUBMISSION in 25:08...and WINNERS of the 2010 OOWF Invitational Tag Team Tournament...Matt Folz & Stan Fulton!

Russ: What a match! My Goodness! I could watch these two teams for hours! And what a story with Fulton and Folz!

Nash: Cinderella story...out of nowhere...

Razz: Caddyshack?

Nash: IT'S IN THE HOLE!

Razz: That's what she said!

Nash: I should jackknife you for that; but it actually wasn't bad.

Razz: That's why they pay me the big bucks, Kev.

Nash: Asshole.

Russ: Ok! Next up is our OOWF Tag Team Championship match, pitting 2 friends in Magnusson and Darling; and perhaps the most experienced tag team in the company, Texpress. This should be a real barnburner!

Razz: I'm gonna have to go with Texpress here. Chad and Zane just work so well together.

Nash: They're "The Measuring Stick" for a reason.

Razz: That's what she said!

Nash: Ok, that one? Sucked.

Russ: These two think they're Division Killers, and they've got another opportunity tonight to prove it to everyone. Time for the entrances!

TEXPRESS vs. DH MAGNUSSON & ALEXIS DARLING - OOWF World Tag Team Title Match

The surprising team of DH Magnusson and Alexis Darling make their way to the ring first and get a nice roar from the crowd. The OOWF World Tag Team Champions Texpress come out next to "God Blessed Texas" and get a huge ovation from the crowd. They get to the ring and there is a nice moment of sportsmanship as all four exchange handshakes. Texpress hand the titles off to the referee and we are ready to go.

Zane and Magnusson start off, they lock up and DH grabs a side head lock, and Zane sends him to the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a FRANKENSTEINER! DH looks a little surprised by the agility of the big man as he gets to one knee across the ring. He gets up and they lock up again and this time DH backs him into the corner, the referee calls for a clean break and gets it, as Zane comes out of the corner, DH grabs him and arm drags him to the mat, as Zane springs back to his feet, DH catches him with a boot to the side of the head, then sends him to the ropes and grabs him for DREAM STREET, but Zane elbows out of it, and spins away from DH. The two of them look at one another, then reach out and tag in their partners.

Chad and Lexie step into the ring and eye one another and immediately start a criss cross. Lexie falls to the mat and Chad steps over her, as he rebounds off the ropes she tries a hip toss, but Chad flips through it and lands on his feet and runs to the ropes, Lexie tries a clothesline, but Chad slides between her legs. As he gets up and rebounds again, Lexie tries a knee to the gut but Chad leaps over her leg and rolls her up, but Lexie kicks out sending Chad to the ropes. Lexie kips to her feet and matrixes through a clothesline attempt from Chad and catches him by the head on the rebound, runs to the corner and hits SLICED BREAD! Lexie covers, but Chad kicks out at two.

There is a lot of chain wrestling by both teams but neither can maintain an advantage for long. The crowd is solidly down the middle cheering for both teams and booing neither. Both side get several near falls, each one driving the crowd a little closer to insanity. The turning point in the match comes at almost thirty minutes in.

Lexie gets to her feet and pulls Chad up and shoves him into her corner and tags Maggs back into the match. She sends Chad to the ropes and drops him to the mat with a drop toe hold, and DH bounds off the ropes and catches Chad with a drop kick to the face. DH rolls him over and covers, but Chad kicks out at two. Magnusson pulls Chad to his feet and sets him on the top rope and climbs up and hits a SUPERPLEX, then floats over and covers, but only gets two. DH tags in Lexie again and she climbs to the top rope and they try a ROCKET LAUNCHER but Chad gets his knees up and Lexie crashes and burns!

Chad tags in Zane and he grabs Lexie by the hand and pulls her to her feet, right into a SHORT CLOTHESLINE that nearly decapitates her. Zane reaches out and tags Chad back in, and then gets under Lexie and lifts her into the air, Chad climbs to the top rope and they hit the TEXAS DEATH SENTENCE! Chad covers, hooking Lexie hard and gets the one, two, THREE!

YOUR WINNERS by PINFALL in 29:47...and STILL OOWF World Tag Team Champions...Texpress!

Russ: BAH GAWD WHATAMATCH! In all my years in this business I don't think I've ever seen anything like it!

Razz: Gotta admit, that was some amazing action there; but in the end, The Measuring Stick pulled it out at the end.

Nash: See, THAT is where "That's what she said" goes.

Razz: Fuck off, Nash. Seriously.

Russ: Next up is our Onslaught Championship Match between 2 men who have put on some wrestling clinics of late, with Alexander Darling just falling short. I've got to think this is his night to break through.

Razz: Are you kidding? LD Williams is Kurt Angle and Chris Benoit combined!

Nash: The dogs are in the pool area.

Russ: That's enough! It's time for the match!

LD WILLIAMS vs. ALEXANDER DARLING - OOWF ONSLAUGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

It's a rematch tonight between Grand Slam Champion LD Williams and Former World Heavyweight Champion Alexander Darling - this time for the Onslaught Championship. Their last match was a really good one, and for the Pay-Per-View crowd here in Covington, Louisiana; expect this to be an even better one, as the crowd here makes more noise than this Monastery has heard in quite some time. The Challenger is out first as his music begins to play. He steps out onto the stage with the blue spotlight and he makes his way down the ramp to a boisterous response from the crowd here. Darling does some crowd interaction before sliding in under the bottom rope. He takes a seat on the turnbuckle facing the entrance as "Jekyll & Hyde" fires up over the sound system. The OOWF Onslaught Champion LD Williams makes his way out to a mostly positive response as well. Clearly, as much as he tries to be hated, the crowd can't help but love him.

He stays focused on Alexander on his walk to the ring, but it doesn't seem to affect him as he slowly makes his way down and into the ring. Williams stays focused on Darling, eschewing any fan interaction before climbing into the ring. He finally climbs in, and hands his belt over to Senior Referee Davis Hightower, who holds it high in the air. This match is for the OOWF Onslaught Championship. Hightower hands the belt to the outside before calling both men into the center of the ring, for the explanation of the rules. Neither is paying attention, but for whatever reason he has to do it anyway. Hightower calls for a handshake and Darling extends his hand for one. Williams accepts and shakes hands. Unlike last match, there's no drama with the handshake, as both men seem to sense the enormity of the moment. That's good enough for Hightower, who calls for the bell...WE'RE UNDERWAY!

Darling and Williams immediately lock up, with Williams quickly grabbing a side headlock. Darling shoves Williams off into the ropes. Williams tries to counter that with a shoulder block, but Darling had the same idea, and they stalemate, ending up looking at each other. They lock up once again and this time it's Darling who works side headlock and he also sweeps the leg trying to drive Williams to the mat, but YOU CAN'T OUT CHAIN WRESTLE LD WILLIAMS, you can only hope to contain him, and he maneuvers his way into a hammerlock on Darling. Darling tries to fight back to his feet and grabs Williams around the waist spinning into a vertical base, before taking Williams down with a snap mare. That's followed by the always awesome "one-guy-sitting-up-other-guy-kicking-him-in-the-back-spot". Both appear to be getting frustrated here, as neither can gain the upper hand. Darling tried to follow up with another kick in the back, but Williams reversed it into a Dragon Screw Leg Whip; immediately trying to capitalize and lock in a stupid Single-Leg Boston Crab. Darling sensed it coming and grabs the closest rope.

Alexander Darling has used rope break #1, he has 2 remaining.

Darling slaps the mat in frustration as he very likely could have gotten out of that without using a rope break, according to the replay. Still on tilt, Darling wildly charges at Williams. LD ducks under a clothesline and quickly hits a SCHOOLBOY ROLLUP! Darling kicks out at one. He is PISSED, and rushes Williams again. LD counters with a kick to the stomach, followed up by a small package. Darling again kicks out at one. Darling is competing in complete frustration, as he again rushes Williams, trying for a Running Enziguri. That would have been awesome if it landed. It didn't, and as Darling turns around, he walks right into a snap suplex on Darling. Williams holds on, floats over and locks in a Guillotine Choke Hold. Darling is in BIG trouble as Williams really wrenches back on the hold. Darling fights, struggles, and just does get to the nearest rope in the nick of time.

Alexander Darling has used rope break #2, he has 1 remaining.

Darling bundles himself to the outside, with Hightower yelling at him to get back into the ring. Darling screams back "I HAVE UNTIL 20!" Ok, that was kinda funny. Darling appears to be having a hard time focusing and getting back to the game plan; but at 6 looks like he composes himself enough to get back into the ring. Williams gives him the "come on" gesture. Darling smirks and nods and tries to head-fake Williams while charging at him. Wack move there as Williams hits the obvious drop-toe hold and goes right for the end, and an STF. Boy, he gets that locked on in a hurry; but somehow Darling rolls out of it. Williams is caught off guard by this, not easy to do by the way, and then Darling lowers one of his knee pads, and hits a Knee Drop right into the face

Razz: Right in the mush!

Nash: God you're such an idiot sometimes.

Razz: That's what she said!

of LD. He pulls the pad back up and then tries to pull Williams up. Williams forces Darling's arms apart and tries to go for an old-school non-wrestling headbutt, but Darling is somehow able to duck it and drive his shoulder into LD, forcing him into the corner. His momentum carries him out from the corner a step or two, right into the waiting arms of Darling, who takes this opportunity to land the friggin' awesome Slingshot Brainbustaaaaaaaaaahh~! Darling covers....1.....2....no. Williams kicks out, but he was stunned and behind on that whole sequence. Darling doesn't let up as he lifts Williams back to his feet and busts out the ol' CHOP-WHOOs forcing Williams gets back to the corner and Darling tries for a Yakuza Kick, but Williams catches the leg coming in and spins out of the corner. Williams hits a lightning quick Belly to Belly Suplex and Darling is in trouble once again. Williams lifts him back to his feet. Williams declares things over as he sets up the Canadian Destroyer but Darling is fights it. Williams blasts a few knees to Alexander's face, probably breaking his nose. Just, percentages, you know? Williams looks to goes for the Canadian Destroyer once again, but Darling lands a Back Body Drop. LD LANDS ON HIS FEET and Chop Blocks Darling! He goes to lock in the STF again, and he has it! Darling is in ridiculous trouble as he tries to get to the rope. Williams is screaming nothing but "TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!" Darling is about to tap but gives it one more big push, and does indeed get to the ropes.

Alexander Darling has used rope break #3, he has none remaining.

Darling uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet. Williams charges. Darling saw him coming and ducks as Williams goes flying out of the ring. Darling screams "ODELAY" and goes for a Tope Con Hilo on the just starting to stand Williams. IT CONNECTS! Darling screams and the crowd responds! Darling bundles Williams back into the ring. He pulls LD to his feet and puts LD's hand around his own throat. He's going for the Darling Driver! He gets LD up, and LD appears to come to and hangs on desperately to the ropes. Finally Darling loses his grip and Williams lands on his feet. Williams goes for a kick to Darlign stomach, but Darling grabs his foot. ENZIGURI on Darling and he is temporarily stunned. LD takes this opportunity to lock Darling into a TARANTULA HOLD in the ropes! Darling doesn't have any rope breaks left! He holds out as long as he can before telling Hightower he's had enough.

YOUR WINNER by SUBMISSION in 22:57....LD Williams! LD Williams is STILL OOWF Onslaught Champion!

Russ: I swear to you folks, I've never seen action like this before! Just amazing stuff! That move by Williams would have been illegal in a regular match.

Razz: But this wasn't a regular match. No one's got better situational awareness in this company than LD Williams. It was than and his experience that won that match for him. But Darling gave him all he could handle!

Nash: Alexander needs to control his temper and his emotions if he wants to knock off a pro like Williams. Looked like there were some rookie mistakes in that match from him.

Razz: That's what-

Nash: Don't. I mean it. Don't.

Phantos: Aww Man!

Russ: The wrestling clinic being put on tonight should continue with this next match. Two of the best young superstars this business has to offer.

Razz: They go about things in different ways sometimes, but both these guys can flat out bring it. This should be one hell of a match up.

Nash: Workrate is overrated.

Razz: Just because you HAVE no workrate...mainly because you have no work right now...is no reason to take away from these two.

Nash: You and me, Hornswoggle? We're gonna have words later.

Russ: It's time for the OOWF Intercontinental Championship match! Let's head to the ring!

CHRIS EVANS vs. THE DEAD - OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/b]

The Dead is out first, with his usual entrance, and the crowd reacts to him. Mostly negative, no surprise there, but there are a few cheers sprinkled in, which is a nice change of pace. Dead climbs into the ring and makes the "me wanty belt" sign to the crowd and to the entrance. "The Trooper" fires up and your Intercontinental Champion, Chris Evans, appears at the top of the ramp, accompanied by Olympic Gold Medalist, Dancing with the Stars Champion, and America's Sweetheart Shawn Johnson. They get a monster ovation as he hold his Intercontinental Championship high over his head for everyone to see before making his way down the ramp. He and Shawn high-five the crowd on the way down, as Dead smirks and shakes his head, presumably to the blatant pandering. Evans and Shawn both climb into the ring for a second (Evans holds the ropes open for her...awww). She's not there long as she heads out to the floor. Evans hands his belt to Senior Referee Davis Hightower who holds it high in the air. This match is for the OOWF Intercontinental Championship. He's about to hand the belt to the outside, when "Like Yeah" fires up and the crowd is pleased to see Davin Moreland at the top of the ramp. He tacitly acknowledges the fans before heading over to the announce table. This apparently wasn't on the run sheet, because a production assistant has to grab a headset from the back and run out with it. Hightower stopped caring about 45 seconds ago, and calls for the bell...WE'RE UNDERWAY!

Russ: Well, this should be a good one between two quality opponents.

Razz: It should be, Russ. And also welcome to the broadcast table, Grand Slam Champion Davin Moreland.

DM: Thank you Razz.

Russ: Needless to say, we didn't expect you. What brings you out here?

DM: Just doing a little scouting, Russ.

Nash: So these two are your gameplan?

DM: I don't know anything concrete yet, Big Sexy. Like I said. I'm scouting.

Razz: You've scouted these two before like this.

DM: Glad you're paying attention, Razz. And you two aren't giving enough love to Big Sexy here. You two are privileged to have a legend like Kevin Nash sitting at your announce table and you just prattle on about nothing. That's horseshit.

Nash: Thanks Davin. And that's two legends. "Big Sexy" Kevin Nash, and Davin "Bah Gawd" Moreland. You know, we'd be the most unstoppable tag team ever.

DM: I hate tagging. It was just a necessary evil for a while. Looks like this match is about to get going here. Anyone got a pen? I need to take notes.

Russ: Does this have to do with your wager with Alexander Darling?

DM: Stop making that face or it will freeze like that.

Razz: Man...that was wrong...

Inside the ring the two men have fought to a stalemate so far. Nothing over-the-top, just some awesome freakin' chain wrestling that we don't see much anymore. Right now it's Evans with the slight advantage, holding a hammerlock on Dead. Dead slaps his shoulder twice as required by law before heaving Evans over his shoulder and locking a strong armbar on as a result. Evans fakes like he's trying to get out of the armbar; but takes the opportunity to sweep Dead's legs out from under him. Evans tries to turn that into a Cross-Arm Breaker, but before he can make it down to the mat, Dead is able work a head scissors. Undeterred, Evans simply drops himself on Dead and puts him in a pinning predicament. 1....2....no. Dead kicks out, and we've got a reset.

Razz: Woah.

DM: I know, right? These two have skills, for sure.

Razz: Mad Skillz! Am I right?

Nash and Davin: No.

The two lock up again, and again it's a stalemate. Dead works a headlock, which Evans reverses into an armbar. This time, Dead yanks on that arm, and Evans' momentum takes him right into a Short-Arm Clothesline, which looked pretty devastating. Dead runs to the ropes, and tries for the Springboard Moonsault, but Evans moves out of the way. Dead lands on his feet! Dead tries a drop kick, but Evans catches his feet! He sets up for a Styles Clash, but Dead is able to Hurricarana his way out of that. Dead to the top rope, and he lands a Moonsault! Cover...1...2...no. Evans kicks out relatively easily but Dead goes old school and locks on a Short-arm Scissors.

Russ: There's a move I haven't seen since 1983!

DM: Not bad. You can put that on the list of "shit Alexander Darling can't do."

Razz: BURN!

Nash: I used to like you Razz. I really did. Now I like Russ more than you. And I hate you for that.

Russ: Thanks Kevin!

Nash: Die in a fire.


Evans is able to maneuver and get to the ropes forcing a break. Dead runs at him, trying to keep his advantage, but Evans Drop-Toe Holds him face first into the turnbuckle. Dead stumbles backward before Evans catches him with an Inverted Edge-O-Matic. Evans covers, that gets 2. Evans seems to say to himself 'enough is enough', and locks on a Sharpshooter! Dead's in trouble and Evans has him dragged to the center of the ring. Dead's about to tap before he summons one last burst of energy and literally dives for the ropes. Hightower tries to break the hold, but Evans screams "I HAVE TIL 5!"

DM: Heh.

He does finally break the hold, and Evans hits a Basement Dropkick on Dead, sending him out of the ring. Evans hits the far ropes and goes over the near ropes with a TOPE CON HILO, but Dead saw him coming and CLOSES THE CASKET on him in mid-air! That was totally out of self defense, but awesome nonetheless. Evans is out cold, and the camera cuts to Shawn who seems paralyzed with concern. The camera cuts to Davin, who's slowly shaking his head yes and clapping. Dead takes a bit to shake out the cobwebs before bundling the near-lifeless Evans back into the ring. He goes into a cover...1....2...thr...NO! Evans

Russ: SOMEHOW! SOMEWAY!

kicked out! Dead can't believe it, but quickly heads to the top. Corkscrew Moonsault CONNECTS! Cover! 1....2....NO! Evans kicks out again! Dead pulls Evans up to his feet, and then beyond, eventually connecting with a BRAINBUSTAAAAAH~! That's GOT to be it! Dead covers...1....2....New Champ! NO! NO! NO! Evans just rolled the shoulders as Hightower's hand was inches from the mat for the third time. Dead is apoplectic and starts slapping the mat in frustration. Dead heads to the top one more time. This time it's a 450 Splash, and he lands it...on Evans' knees!

Razz: That's a good way to break a rib.

Nash: Or blow out a quad.

DM: No, that's just you, Kev.

Nash: Not true. Triple H.

DM: Fair enough.

Dead howls in pain as Evans slowly gets to his feet, and he's holding his ribs as well. He limps over to Dead and pulls him up to lock him in. He looks like he's going for a Canadian Destroyer! Evans flips and Dead flips with him, but before Dead can be drilled with the Piledriver part, he flips completely out of the hold, and lands on his feet! Enziguri by Dead sends Evans to the mat. Dead covers...1....2...NO! Dead just smiles this time before pulling Evans up. He goes for a Release German Suplex, but Evans flips out of it. Evans quickly hits a Bridging German Suplex! 1....2....NO! This time it's Evans' turn to be frustrated. Evans kips up, but Dead charges him with a clothesline. Evans ducks, and Dead stops, he turns around and EVANS CLOSES THE CASKET on him! Holy shit! Evans covers, and that's gonna do it.

YOUR WINNER in 29:16 by PINFALL and STILL OOWF Intercontinental Champion...Chris Evans!

Post-match, Davin takes off the headset, grabs the belt from the timekeeper and slides into the ring, handing it to Evans, who is celebrating with Shawn. He raises Evans' arm and the crowd gives some thunderous applause. Dead starts to come to about now, rubbing his jaw and smirking. He claps in Evans' direction before leaving the ring. Evans stops him and offers him a handshake. Dead accepts (albeit briefly) and claps one more time trying to head to the back. Evans stops him and raises his arm, to the appreciation of the crowd after a hell of a match.

Russ: I don't think that can be topped. That was just phenomenal from beginning to end.

Schiavone: THAT WAS THE GREATEST MATCH IN THE HISTORY OF RECORDED TIME!

Nash: I like that Schiavone guy. He always put me over great.

Razz: It's not like you could ever get yourself over.

Nash: How's your neck?

Razz: How's your quad? Or should I say, quads?

Russ: How's about this next match? Our World Champion, Firewoman, is locked in a death feud with her arch-enemy Tytan, murderer and king of the evil-doers!

Razz: You've been hanging around Concrete TG again, haven't you?

Russ: No.

Razz: Haven't you?

Russ: No.

Razz: Haven't you?

Russ: Yes.

Nash: Why is your hair so long?

Russ: Time for the match!

FIREWOMAN vs. TYTAN - OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/b]

Here we are, it's time for our main event, and this one has it all. Competition, hatred, mind games, virtually anything you can think of. The crowd is still buzzing over that last match, and they're ready and pumped for this one. Tytan, the challenger, is out first, and heads to the ring to a vicious and violent chorus of boos. He has brought his ever-present bloody shovel to the ring, and is actually wearing his Deatheater mask. Clearly, tonight is a big deal for him. He poses in the ring with the shovel before laying it down outside the ring. The lights go down and pyro starts for the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Firewoman. The crowd goes batshit as she hits the ramp. No pandering tonight, she seems focused and ready to go - ignoring the crowd and climbing into the ring. Before handing her belt to Hightower, she makes sure to hold it right in Tytan's face. Tytan just smirks. Finally, the belt is handed to Hightower who holds it high in the air. This match is for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship. Hightower hands the belt to the outside and calls for the bell; but before it rings, Tytan rushes Fire and clotheslines her to hell. Bell rings. WE'RE UNDERWAY!

As focused as Fire was, she clearly didn't see that coming. She tries to stand, but Tytan grabs her by the hair and tosses her across the ring into the ropes. Fire bounces off and Tytan hits a HUUUUUUUUUGE Back Body Drop. Tytan starts running and hits the ropes, trying for a big elbow drop, but Fire is able to get out of the way, and Tytan yells, holding his elbow. Fire calls a wrestling timeout, rolling out of the ring to presumably collect her thoughts and go through her strategery. Tytan is back to his feet, and appears content to wait for the Champ. Fire appears to be having a conversation with herself, or Eco, or any of the voices in her head that counsel her and understand that talk to her, and it's taking a really long time. Hightower's at 7, just in time for the meeting of the mind to conclude, and Tytan goes to rush Fire as she's climbing on to the apron; but Hightower's not having any of that. Fire just does get back into the ring when Tytan flies at her for real this time, but the Champ hits the ol' LOW BRIDGE, and the big man tumbles to the outside.

Fire one-hops the top turnbuckle, and waits for Tytan to get to his feet before BLASTING him with a Missile Dropkick! Tytan doesn't fall completely over though, held up by the barrier outside. Fire tries to follow up with some punches, but Tytan merely shoves her off which he collects his thoughts. Fire lands awkwardly, and it takes a bit before she gets up. She gets up just in time to see Tytan running full-speed at her. Tytan's clearly tapped into his Ultimo Inc. intelligence for this maneuver. Fire is so surprised that she almost misses the opportunity for the Drop-Toe Hold into the STEEL STEPS, but she doesn't, and Tytan goes in face-first. She's not done, dropping a knee to the back of Tytan's head, still on the STEPS, and then rips off his mask before heading to the top rope. She goes for a Harlem Hangover, and splats on the STEPS, as a now-bloody Tytan gets out of the way.

Now it's Tytan's turn to work Firewoman over, as it seems the blood has rejuvenated him. First, a whip into the STEEL STEPS. Then a sick Powerbomb into the STEEL STEPS. And the cherry on top of the sundae, a sickening Piledriver on the STEEL STEPS that makes the crowd go silent. Tytan, unmoved, bleeds his way over to the Shovel. He raises it high over his head, and the silent crowd gets more silent. He starts to come down with it, but appears to change his mind mid-swing, and instead starts to laugh maniacally. He tosses the shovel to the side, and just continues to laugh and laugh, wasting all sorts of time. Hightower is out of the ring now, using Championship Match Prerogative, and isn't using a count currently. He tries to get Tytan in the ring, but, yeah right. Tytan decides to toss Fire into the ring, and we see SHE is a bloody mess as well.

Tytan stands and puts the boots to Fire, but they don't seem to actually be connecting, indicating that Fire is playing defense and is, in fact, alive. Good news. Tytan's foot comes down again, but this time Fire grabs it with both hands, pushing upward. She pushes Tytan back as she gets to her feet, twists, and forces Tytan to the mat. Using the leverage, Fire decides to drop about eleventy billion elbows right onto Tytan's knee. That's probably not going to help things like walking or standing. Finally, Fire turns it into a Figure 4, and really cinches back on it, screaming, the crowd alive again with "WHOOOOOs". Tytan's in big-time pain, but he is able to flip onto his stomach and reverse the pressure. Fire lets go of the hold, and Tytan tries to lick his wounds, but Fire, moving quickly drags him over to the ringpost, rolls out of the ring, and whips his leg around the ring post. Not just once, or twice, but, you guessed it, approximately eleventy billion times.. Tytan is screaming in pain, but Fire's not done. She goes up top and hits a Warrior's Way right on Tytan's knee. She covers....1....2...thr...NO! Big man kicked out!

Fire kips up, runs the ropes and tries for a basement dropkick, which would have sent Tytan into the ringpost, but Tytan is able to grab her legs and flips her around, locking on a Boston Crab (a real one). Fire is suddenly in huge trouble. However, she is able to use her flexibility advantage, and is able to get her hands behind her head, and wrap them around Tytan's throat. Hightower starts a five count (although it's a REALLY slow one), and Tytan has no choice but to release the hold. Fire crawls to the corner and pulls herself up, just in time to see Tytan rushing at her for a Spear Spear Spear. Fire sees it, and sidesteps as Tytan goes shoulder-first into the ringpost. Schoolboy Rollup from Fire! 1....2...NO! Tytan is able to escape. Fire, still hurting, has to pull herself up again. She rushes at Tytan with what looks like a Running Enziguri attempt, but Tytan, playing a bit of possum, uses her momentum against her, and hits a sickening Power Slam.

Cole: Scoop Slam!

Russ: Die. Seriously.

Razz: I fucking hate you, Cole

He covers, one...two...thr..NO! Firewoman just does kick out. Tytan appears to be done playing around, and lifts Firewoman up over his head for an Atlas Press. Fire shifts her weight and falls behind him, grabbing him around the neck to hit a Neckbreaker on the way down! She gets right back to her feet , hits the ropes and hits a Senton Backsplash, and follows that up with about 20 kicks to the knee she's been working on. Fire turns Tytan over, locks his feet in, grabs his arms....and....Motherfucking Firestomp! That HAS to be it. Fire covers, one...two....thre...NO! NO! NO! Tytan just does get his shoulder up!

Fire can't believe it, but hopefully she believes the hand around her throat GOOZLING her. Tytan stands as Fire is forced back further and further across the ring. He flips Fire's arm over his shoulder, and this looks like a Chokeslam, but at the last second he appears to change his mind and locks in a Rear Naked Choke. It's only a matter of time now, as Fire is in the middle of the ring, and there's nothing she can do. Tytan, however, gets impatient, and flips Fire over, locks her in, and hits a Running Powerbomb! That's it folks. Tytan covers....1....2....and he picks her up off the mat. The crowd shits all over that type of heelish behavior. Tytan appears to be holding up Fire by her hair, and that's the only reason she's standing. She sort of twists around facing away from Tytan, and out of fucking nowhere, literally, a PELE KICK, which caught Tytan square on the temple. He drops like a rock. So does Fire, and Hightower has to start a double count.

We're at 7, and Tytan is to his feet. He turns and rushes Firewoman, who was playing some possum of her own. She greets him with a kick to the gut, doubling him over, and hits an Impaler DDT! She covers...one...two...NO!!! Both wrestlers get up slowly, and turn to face each other again. That DDT seemed to have taken a bit more out of Fire, and Tytan is able to get the upper hand this time. He pulls Fire up and lets fly with a Crucifix Powerbomb! Fire flies across the ring, and Tytan quickly covers...one...two...NO! Fire somehow her foot on the rope!! Tytan is enraged and rolls out of the ring, heading right for the Shovel of Death and Destruction. He rolls back in, and again holds the shovel high over his head, clearly aiming for Firewoman's skull. Hightower makes a half-hearted attempt to get the shovel, but, you can't blame him for not getting involved. Suddenly, he appears to change his mind; drops the shovel, and grabs the lifeless Firewoman, slung over his shoulder, and heads to the top rope?

Tytan gets a sick smile on his face, sets Firewoman up, and jumps...and lands a Sick, Sick, Sick Top-Rope Piledriver. The crowd hushes again. Tytan smiles broadly and puts his foot into Fire's chest as Hightower counts.

YOUR WINNER by PINFALL in 29:45...and NEW OOWF World Heavyweight Champion...Tytan!

Post-match, Tytan basks in the boos and cat-calls from the crowd. He's handed the Championship and puts it around his waist. He picks up the shovel yet again, and has a look in his eye like he's going to finish the job. The crowd roars to life, however, as Davin Moreland comes flying down the ramp, followed pretty closely by Moosehead Jack, and not too long after that by Alexander Darling. Looks like they came from 3 different places in the arena. Tytan decides that discretion is the better part of valor (it's a pun, not intended, but it could be intended), and gets the fuck out of Dodge. It probably wasn't necessarily the 3 guys, but the Trusty Rebar, Happy DethBat and Barbed-Wire Sledgehammer (respectively) they were carrying.

Russ: Thank gawd they showed up! The murderer was going to strike again!

Razz: We have a new champ, Russ. And it's Tytan.

Nash: Nice to see them pushing the kids.

Russ: This is a MURDERER we're talking about! Certainly you can't support that!

Nash: Whatever. I've gotta hit the pay window.

Razz: I'll come with you.

Russ: Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action! Be sure to check out the OOWF November Pain 3 PPV, Live! From Blue Earth, Minnesota! And don't forget to catch next week's OOWF Mid-Week Mayhem/OOWF Tag Team Invitational! Live November 3rd Live! From Greasy Corner, Arkansas!


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