Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 0:00:13 GMT -5
<Moose is walking down the aisle of the plane headed to Key West when he passes Alex Darling, he holds out his hand, Alex looks up, dumbfounded, and shakes it>
MHJ: Tough break kid, nothing personal, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Its for the best though, being champ is a bitch. You are new here and they must already like you. You'll get another shot, eventually. Start slow, go after the DDT title or something, in a couple years, give me a call, maybe we can wrestle then.
<Moose slaps him on the shoulder and heads to the back of the plan where Stank is sitting shaking his head>
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 0:00:49 GMT -5
*OOWF Plane*
A few moments later Alexander smirks and gets out of his seat. He reaches into the overhead compartment and brings out his carry-on bag. He talks to one of the stewardesses before heading to the back of the plane where Moose and Stank are sitting in the window and aisle seats respectively with a space in between them. Alex squeezes past Stank who continues to glare at him.
Moose:I said a few years kid.
Alexander:That's not why I'm here. I respect that and trust you'll give me a title shot when you think I'm worthy. I just wanted to say thanks for everything you've done for me.
Moose:What have I done for you?
Alexander:Oh you know what you've done.
The stewardess makes her way towards them and sneaks a few bottle of ZIMA'S into Alexander's hand. He thanks her and nods. He hands a bottle to Moose before opening his tray. He then places a portable DVD player in front of Moose.
Moose:What the hell is this?
Alexander:Like I said I just wanted to say thanks and show my appreciation.
Alexander hits play and the entire Bring It On movie series starts to play. Moose starts to glare and grumble and growl and is trying to get out of his seat when the stewardess comes back.
Stewardess:Please sit down sir. The plane is experience extreme turbulence and the pilot has lit the fasten seatbelt sign. Please stay seated for the duration of the flight.
Moose:And how long is that?
Stewardess:Because of Snowpacalypse IV: The Iceageddon, we're being re-routed through California and just re-feuling there before then heading back to Florida. So roughly another 9 hours. Just enough time to enjoy all 5 movies. Have a good trip sir.
As the stewardess walks away we see her slipping 5 one-hundred dollar bills into her bra. Alexander reaches over and clinks Moose's bottle.
*Fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 0:01:26 GMT -5
*We fade in to a local South Florida Dunkin' Donuts (where else?) where we see Davin Moreland as well as, surprisingly, Samantha Darling-Moreland. They're both enjoying a delicious Dunkin' Donuts Iced Coffee as they have many, many times before. More surprisingly, we see a very rare sight. Davin's wearing his "Run DEA Moreland #03" hockey jersey. Interesting. Especially since he's #4. Cue the mics!*
DM: *sips* Fun seeing your parents and the kids again.
SDM: *sips* Bullshit. You just love acting like a rich guy for a few hours.
DM: Now honey, that's not true. I genuinely like your parents. Acting like a rich guy is just a side benefit.
SDM: You're so full of it.
DM: I am. But I'm GOOD at acting like a rich guy. Hell, I'm good at acting like pretty much anything.
SDM: You're too funny, though. Daddy eats that shit up.
DM: That's why I'm like the son he never had.
SDM: He didn't say that.
DM: No, but you know he thought it.
SDM: *sips* Yeah, you're probably right. So mean to Alex.
DM: Heel.
SDM: Touche. Quite the little luncheon for you though. Scored huge points with the parents. And you even beat Ronnie in chess.
DM: I'm the master.
SDM: You're a douchebag. You don't understand. NOBODY beats Ronnie in chess. Like, since she was 8.
DM: *sips while shrugging* She fucked up.
SDM: She was pissed.
DM: She'll get over it. Besides, someone's gotta knock her down a peg.
SDM: Probably even scored points with her. *sips and bats her eyelashes, laying it on comically thick, complete with horrid Southern Drawl* Is there ANYTHING you can't do?
DM: *smirking* Probably. When I find something, I'll let you know.
SDM: You turn into such a jackass when I'm not around.
DM: Gotta get over as a heel, sweetie.
SDM: *sips* I don't think you need to worry about that.
DM: Aww, you say the sweetest things.
SDM: So when can I come back?
DM: *sips*
SDM: Uh...Davin?
DM: *sips*
SDM: HELLO??
DM: Not yet.
SDM: Why? D&D is all up in Trinity's shit now. So are a lot of other people. I don't think we have to worry about-
DM: There are OTHER things I'm worried about.
SDM: Davin, you can't just-
DM: I can. There are way too many things that need to resolve themselves before that's a possibility.
SDM: Well what the fuck am I supposed to do?
DM: Hang out with Mom.
SDM: If it were just Robin that would be one thing. It's those cu-
DM: PG-13...
SDM: Those brats she deals with. I don't just want to punch them. I just want to kill them. By strangulation. Slowly. Tease death for a while before extinguishing the lights in their eyes for good.
DM: Creepy, honey.
SDM: Sorry, can't help it.
DM: Understandable.
SDM: You didn't answer my question.
DM: *sips*
SDM: I hate when you do this.
DM: I dunno. Take up a hobby. Cross-stitch. Knitting. Macrame. Scrapbooking.
SDM: You seriously expect me to sit around and knit sweaters and afghans?
DM: Expect? No. But who knows? You might like it.
SDM: You're delusional.
DM: *sips* I'm totally taking my pills, honey.
SDM: I'm not particularly thrilled with our current arrangement.
DM: I know. I'm sorry.
SDM: No. You're not.
DM: No really. I am. Can't be helped.
SDM: It can.
DM: How?
SDM: Let me come back.
DM: Out of the question.
SDM: Asshole.
DM: Dammit Sammy. I put up with a lot of bullshit with you. I don't ask you for much. I'm asking you to do this. It's for your own good. It's for my own good. It's-
SDM: Ugh. FINE! I get it, I get it. Sometimes I wish you had just quit.
DM: *sips and sort of sighs wistfully* I think about that a lot.
SDM: So why don't you?
DM: Quit?
SDM: Yeah.
DM: I think Rick would keep me there at gunpoint right now.
SDM: Why?
DM: In case you haven't noticed, I'm kind of the top draw in the company. Move the most merch, get the highest rated segments, most interview requests, most appearance requests. I'm sort of indispensable.
SDM: That's not your problem.
DM: No. It's not my problem. But I'd really be leaving the company in the lurch if left right now.
SDM: Since when do you care about Rick?
DM: I DON'T care about Rick. I DO care about the Board. They've always been really good to me.
SDM: And you've always been really good to them. And you've made them a shitload of money. Hell, you're doing Key West this week instead of Bumfuck Alligator Woo Alley.
DM: Alligator Woo?
SDM: I ran across it on YouTube. It's like an infection in my brain now. Sorry.
DM: Listen, why don't you just stay on the Compound for a week or something. Get you out of the snow and all that.
SDM: *sips* You know I can't be around my parents for more than 4 hours at a time.
DM: It's a big compound.
SDM: It's not that big.
DM: It's pretty fucking big.
SDM: I meant metaphorically.
DM: Oh. Ok.
SDM: *sighs* I just miss you, ok? Geez. Why do you make me say this shit out loud?
DM: You're so cute when you're indignant.
SDM: Ass.
DM: *sips and kills his coffee* I should get going. I have no idea what the traffic will be like on that bridge.
SDM: YOU should get going? What am I supposed to do? Hitch?
DM: Limo.
SDM: Fuck you.
DM: Ok, ok, I'll bring you back.
*Quick cut to the 95 Camry on the way back to the Darling Compound*
SDM: Why did you change into that shirt, anyway?
DM: Because I had to wear a shirt in Dunkin' Donuts? And I hate shirts and ties anyway, believe it or not.
SDM: That's gonna kill your character.
DM: Don't tell anyone.
SDM: Ok. But why THAT shirt? Why The Hockey Jersey?
*Davin takes a left turn onto the private access road and lifts up his shirt, revealing heavily taped ribs*
SDM: The fuck?
DM: You watched Sunday, right? I thought I'd be pressed for time, so I changed into my ring gear.
SDM: You don't wear a shirt into the ring.
DM: I am tonight.
SDM: Why?
DM: Rib tape.
SDM: But WHY?
DM: Why don't you ask me some more questions, Harper?
SDM: Huh?
DM: Never mind. Showing rib tape is pretty much strictly for faces. Gotta wear the shirt to cover it. Heel. Doug! says so.
SDM: Who?
DM: Not important.
SDM: But why The Hockey Jersey?
DM: A) It's better than some shitty t-shirt. B) I deserve to fucking wear it. As BY FAR the most successful member of the Darling Family, I should wear it proudly. C) It's cool looking.
SDM: Such a douche.
*The camera pulls back as they roll into the giant driveway. They say their goodbyes with a hug and kiss before Davin heads off again. He hops right on his phone*
DM: ...Shawn?...Yeah, I'm on my way back now...Listen, I want to meet with everyone before tonight, ok?...Set it up...Also...yeah...also, let Rick know I want to meet with him later this week...No, don't give him a reason, pre-requesting the meeting will be enough...ok...later.
*Davin resumes driving as he heads for the bridge to Key West*
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 0:02:13 GMT -5
The OOWF Plane
The various dramas and tension floating throughout the plane have simply washed over The President. There are matters of far more importance...
President *Frantically pushing the Help button*: Stewardess! STEWARDESS!
A few different stewardesses come rushing down the cramped aisle. All arriving at the same place, the others farther out move to head back to where they came but The President motions to all of them.
President: No, stay ladies, it's good you all came. Needed to talk to ya anyway. First, my dear - *He pats the hand of the stewardess closest to him* - I ordered the chicken for my meal. What's this?
Stewardess: Um....the chicken.
President: Wrong! It is simply a cut of a chicken. My dear girl, when I order the chicken I mean to have a whole chicken! I am not some pusillanimous sham of man, who must daintily prance through his life with meager portions and failing energy. I am a thorough believer in vigor, in all activities be they charging the enemy with weapon in hand or refueling the body with the food necessary to power such a manly engine. Please deliver these scraps to someone needy and bring me a chicken as I asked, posthaste!
The stewardess blinks a few times, then mutely takes his plate and heads to the airplane kitchen.
President: Now then, the rest of you. I aim to say some words in front of our august body, a sort of fiery discourse meant to get the competitive blood flowing. You each are going to have a role, here is what you all need to do...
Some time later, after the Darling/Moose exchange...
The kinesthetics of Hayden Panetierre are interrupted suddenly, the in-flight movie being paused. The PA system turns on, and one of the stewardesses speaks.
PA Stewardess: Attention everyone! We interrupt Bring It On: All or Nothing, for some words from the President of the United States!
A stewardess standing near the entrance from the cockpit suddenly pulls out a piccolo - no doubt given to her by The President - and begins playing Hail To The Chief on it. The President emerges from behind the curtain, both arms in arm with a stewardess. He walks with chest pointed skyward and a giant toothy grin on his face. He glances at everyone, as someone on a float in a parade would to the assembled crowd, and nods. He and his escorts reach the (suspiciously) clear aisle in front of the movie screen, and he detaches from each stewardess with a peck to their cheeks. The President then grabs the lapels of his suit with both hands, and assumes a mighty standing position facing the passengers.
President: Well, what a merry band are we! Warriors en route to the field of battle, shining examples of manly virtue waiting to engage in the sport which drives us all at the core. But I wanted to remind you all that though we are all combatants, we must strive to set a fine example for those still lacking in their masculinity. Bodily vigor is good, and vigor of intellect is even better, but far above both is character. It is true, of course, that a genius may, on certain lines, do more than a brave and manly fellow who is not a genius; and so, in sports, vast physical strength may overcome weakness, even though the puny body may have in it the heart of a lion. But, in the long run, in the great battle of life, no brilliancy of intellect, no perfection of bodily development, will count when weighed in the balance against that assemblage of virtues, active and passive, of moral qualities, which we group together under the name of character; and if between any two contestants, even in college sport or in college work, the difference in character on the right side is as great as the difference of intellect or strength the other way, it is the character side that will win.
The President pauses here, giving each and every passenger within eyeshot a significant look. Finishing that, he flashes his winning ear-to-ear grin again.
President: Now enough stuffiness. I'm as fit as a bull moose and eager to clash; I shall see you all in the ring.
He nods once again at the piccolo stewardess, who plays Hail To The Chief once again as The President makes his way back to his seat.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 0:02:36 GMT -5
*On the OOWF plane Stank sits with the portable DVD player on his tray now. Moose has fallen asleep and Alexander Darling continues to sit there between the OOWF Tag Team Champions. Alex is reading a magazine and tries to put his arm down on the armrest, but Stank's arm is already there and he recoils a bit, before clearing his throat, and making a show of turning to the next page in his magazine.*
Stank - Okay this last Bring it On: Fight to the Finish is actually tolerable.
Alex - All or Nothing wasn't bad.
Stank - Which one was that?
Alex - The one with Beyonce's sister and Hayden.
Stank - Hayden, yeah you would like that one, wouldn't you?
Alex - I am long over Hayden.
Stank - Got to old for you, huh?
Alex - COULD you MOVE your ARM, PLEASE?
Stank - WHY are you still sitting here?
*Alex looks over at Moose.*
Stank - Talking about being over someone, he is long over you.
Alex -
Stank - I would think that would make you happy.
Alex -
Stank -Instead you are sitting here between two guys who don't like you... well at least I don't like you. Moose is indifferent.
*Alex turns his attention to Stank.*
Alex - Stank what is it going to take?
Stank - What is what going to take?
Alex - For you to get over our past?
Stank - What the fuck do you care?
Alex - I don't in so much as I could use one less person hating me.
Stank - I don't hate you Alex. Yes, for awhile there I did. But I'm over what you and your sister did. Bygones. You've been downgraded to one I just don't like. I'm not naive, however. I've noticed the strides you've made toward... making up for you past. I give you a C for effort.
Alex - "C"... really Stank?
Stank - C plus?
Alex - You're an asshole.
Stank - And you're an idiot if you think your sitting here is bothering Moose in the slightest.
Alex - Maybe I'm not trying to bother just Moose.
Stank - Well if you're trying to bother me *lifts the DVD player* thanks for the entertainment. I love Christina Milian.
*Alex simply shakes his head in response and continues to read his magazine. Stank looks over at Moose to make sure he still asleep, before he speaks.*
Stank - Look I saw what Fire did to you and despite how I feel about the two of you being married and everything surrounding that... no one deserves what she did to you.
Alex - I deserved it.
Stank - Excuse me?
Alex - I deserved it. You don't think I went over there not knowing that? I had hoped she would leave with me, but when she chose not to I accepted my fate.
Stank - Then you're more of an idiot than I thought.
Alex - C'mon Stank! You accused me of not "owning" my past. I do this and you don't approve? So which is it?
Stank - You think letting a madwoman cut and brand you is "owning" your past? Christ Jesus, man! You haven't been paying attention!
Alex - What the Hell does that mean?
Stank - Don't worry you're not the only one.
Alex - I have no idea what you're talking about.
*Stank just shakes his head and resumes watching the DVD.*
Stank - Just know that... I don't approve of Trinity. And should our paths cross again... I'm taking them down.
Alex - Does that mean you have my back?
Stank - Fuck no. It means if you're there when it happens... I won't hurt you.
*Stank resumes watching the move. Alex resumes reading the magazine. A few heartbeats later, he looks up and says...*
Alex - It's a start I suppose.
FADE
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 0:03:02 GMT -5
<the plane FINALLY touches down in Key West, Darling is conveniently gone. Moose wakes up and looks at Stank then the empty seat>
MHJ: Did you kill him?
Stank: No, no I did not
MHJ: Why not?
Stank: There are rules against fighting on the plane
MHJ: So? He gave you a fucking ZIMA
Stank: Yes, that will NOT be forgotten either, one day I will break a bottle of Zima over his head. How the hell did you sleep through all of that?
MHJ: Ambien my friend, the second he broke out those god awful fucking movies, I dropped a couple of those. Within 15 minutes, I had no idea he was even there. I think I prefer it that way.
Stank: They aren't THAT bad
MHJ: Yeah, if you are a chick. You're not a chick are you?
Stank: Fuck you Moose
<as others begin filing off the plane, Stank looks at Moose>
Stank: So, last night as the tag champs. We should go out in style
MHJ: What did you have in mind?
Stank: I saw the Hawaiians threat. I think maybe they forgot you have a tag team partner, maybe we should remind them
<Moose grins and bumps knuckles with Stank as we fade>
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 0:03:30 GMT -5
Members of Trinity are settling into their new digs, having taken a different plane (since their presence is...disruptive) and OOWF-TV is on. Firewoman catches Davin's conversation with Sam and a strange look crosses her face. First a frown...then a scowl...then a look of pure rage. She goes to her locker room, and goes to the locked box in which she keeps mementos and stuff. She opens it and rummages through. Tytan appears behind her.
Tyt: What's wrong?
FW: I wanna know how he got a hold of it.
Tyt: He who? Davin?
FW: Yes.
Tyt: Got a hold of--
FW: This never leaves my sight. Unless it was before you guys got my stuff for me....
She gets to the bottom of the box, and then pulls up a black shirt with red lettering and accents, and green dollar signs on the shoulders. She turns it over to the back and sees a BIG NUMBER 3 on it. She breathes a sigh of relief.
FW: Huh...then how....
Ecosystem comes in behind Tytan, sees what Fire has, and frowns.
Eco: Why do you have that out?
Firewoman turns, startled, and takes a moment to think.
FW: I uh....Davin's promo--
Eco: What are you doing watching OOWF-TV?
Tyt: That's my fault, Juni, I had it on...not hers.
Eco: Fine...carry on.
FW: Davin was wearing this...with a 3......and I knew that was mine, so I wanted to see if he stole it.
Eco: And if he had?
FW: Well....then.......uh.........
Eco: And why do you care?
FW: Um.........just......because?
Eco: Look, CLEARLY what has happened is he's trying to usurp your role in the organization, and exaggerate his own importance. That's his thing these days. He probably bought it at the OOWF shop, and had his name sewn on it.
FW: Oh ... yeah.
Eco: So....what are you going to do with that?
Firewoman looks at it for a bit, then wads it in a ball and shoves it back in her box. She replaces all the other things, closes it and locks it.
FW: Keep it until I can get good money off E-Bay with it.
Ecosystem eyes her suspiciously, but sees no emotion or anything out of her.
Eco: Excellent. So. Should we take revenge then for his hubris? It seems his pride is still a problem--
FW: Hmm...no, that wouldn't be good for Sam.
Tyt: Who cares about Sam?
Eco: No one here. Fire, in our match...I'm sorry, but you'll have to face Alexander. In a 3 on 3 it's easy to not, but...
FW: Well....I'll do my best to not disappoint you again.
Eco: See that you don't.
Ecosystem leaves, and Tytan follows. Firewoman stares after them both, her eyes narrowing, and then goes back to setting up her locker room.
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 0:04:11 GMT -5
*Davin Moreland's Locker Room, which is the GFY de-facto headquarters, if there were such a thing. Shawn is there. Moonbeam is there. Jewel is there. Evans and Sparxx are on opposite sides of the room, both in their ring gear. Suddenly, Davin comes through the door, clearly rushed. He's now magically wearing his "Run DEA Moreland #4" hockey jersey. You can tell it's his because of the small "OOWF" logo where a Captain's C would be on a regular hockey player, and the logo has 4 Championship Belts surrounding it. They don't just sell those things. He tosses his bag in the corner*
DM: Sorry I'm late everyone.
OGMSJ: About time you got here.
SFJ420: How were the in-laws?
CE: Can we wrap this up please? I've got a title match to prepare for.
JPS: You wanna MAKE it to dat title match, son?
J: Git im, baby!
DM: Alright. That's enough. Thank you for coming by, I just wanted to get a couple words in before tonight...
JPS: Knute Rockne an' shit...
DM: No, not "Knute Rockne an' shit." I've been lacking a little bit lately, I've come to notice, in one area in particular. It's about card spots, and respect, and-
CE: Trust you?
DM: Funny. No, it's a pretty important lesson that I feel I need to share. When I first started here, as you all know, I talked to a pole-
OGMSJ: Oh goody. Storytime.
DM: Know what? Fuck it. Get out. All of you out except Moony. Go on. I've got shit to do.
JPS: Yo, we sorry D-Dawg...I mean-
DM: No. Out. Get out. Now. Before I throw you out.
CE: *mumbles under his breath on the way out* Throw ME out? I'm a champion...
*They all leave, except Moony*
SFJ420: That went well, man.
DM: Yeah. Stupid of me to think I could do that. They don't fucking need me anymore. They've done just fine.
SFJ420: Dude! Thanks to you!
DM: Nah. Thanks to themselves. I really wish I had been able to give them the card position/respect speech though. It's kind of important.
SFJ420: *sits down* Tell me then.
DM: Why?
SFJ420: Cause I wanna, like, hear it, man.
DM: It wasn't anything special. Just that I've noticed that there isn't a lot of integrity in the actions of Chris and J-P when it comes to people's places on the card. Fuckthatguy gets backstaged. Evans and Sparxx at each other's throats. Don't they get it? There are guys you respect in this business whether you like them or not. LD Williams. Moosehead Jack. Stank. Hell, even Ecosystem. Not respect like "I respect you let's split a milkshake", but, you know, respect them in the ring. Not handshakes, but tearing the roof off the place when you're in the ring with them. It's the least you can do.
DM: You want to make a name for yourself on someone's back? THAT is who you backstage. Not some wannabe who's getting overpushed, and really shouldn't be above you on the card. That's the asshole you show up in the ring, so everyone knows he's not as good at you. That's who you step over to GET to the main event. That's NOT the guy you backstage. That ELEVATES him to your level. It means you care enough about that guy to beat him up. THAT is why I have a "no backstage attacks w/o permission" rule. But now they know. Fuck it, Moony, let them do whatever they want. It's clear they don't need me. Besides, I've got my own problems.
SFJ420: Like a title shot?
DM: Yeah. I respect the hell out of Mags.
*fade*
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Post by BookerShark on Mar 13, 2011 0:04:59 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem Live! From Key West, Florida
THE PRESIDENT & PSYKLE vs. STARFIRE HUCKABEE & XAVIER DUFRENSE
Huckabee and Dufrense are out first, they are wildly popular with the locals, as they compete in the Key West International Wrestling Alliance and are the top contenders to the KWIWA tag team titles. They look like something from a bad hair metal video, think Enuff Z’Nuff, only more glam. They wait for their opponents and the OOWF newcomers The President and Psykle are announced and make their way to the ring. It is doubtful that these two will remain a team in any capacity, this is more likely that the bookerman is just too lazy to book two separate debut matches. Anyway, before kayfabe charges in here, Pres and Psykle are in the ring, the enormous Psykle will begin things with Huckabee, the referee calls for the bell and we are underway!
Huckabee tries to lock up with Psykle, but Psykle just grabs him by the back of the neck and drops him to the mat with a chop to the head. Psykle pulls him to his feet and sends him to the ropes and catches him on the rebound in a military press, holding him WAY in the air and walking around with him for a moment before dropping him face first onto the mat. Psykle bounds off the ropes and drops a knee on the back of his head, then reaches out and tags in The President.
Pres comes in and pulls Huckabee up and sends him to the ropes and catches him with a drop kick to the jaw, then lifts him for a suplex, and brings him straight down into a BRAINBUSTER! Pres motions for his finisher, and he pulls Huckabee off the mat and hits the BOMB! The day is about to get worse for Huckabee though, Pres tags Psykle back in and he lifts Huckabee off the mat and hits the PSYCHO DRIVER! Psykle makes the cover, Huckabee ain’t going anywhere, and he gets the academic one, two, three. WINNERS in 2:34 – The President & Psykle
ALEXANDER & ALEXIS DARLING vs. TRINITY
OOWF fans please put away the children because this one is not going to be for the faint of heart. The ongoing saga of Firewoman continues here as she teams with her sensei against her husband and his twin sister. But it goes beyond that as well because Firewoman recently tried to purge the OOWF of the seven deadly sins and the Darlings were on the receiving end of two of those penances. Alexis had her hair chopped off and it’s only slowly started to grow back in because of the perceived sin of Envy and it was less than 3 days ago when Alex was on the receiving end of one of the more barbaric purging when Fire tried to carve and brand the sin of Greed out of Alexander. Trinity’s music hits and this crowd just goes nuts with the boos and catcalls as Juni and Fire step out hand-in-hand. Muyo makes sure to keep Fire in the center of the aisle to avoid the fans as they walk down in their pure as white outfits. Fire is sans mask tonight though as Trinity must realize the course has been chosen and nothing can change that now. The two get into the ring and stand peacefully as they await their opponents. ”THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE” blasts and leads right into Saliva’s “Ladies and Gentlemen” and the roof blow off the arena as the local stars make their way out. And the Darlings are in their matching DEA jerseys; Alexander in the #1 jersey and Alexis in the #2 jersey. Juni looks over to Fire when he realizes this but the only reaction from Fire is a couple of quick blinks before the serene look passes back over her face. The Darlings slap the fans’ hands all the way down to ringside but once they climb up the steps and step between the ropes the looks change to one of intense focus. Alex is trying to look at Fire but she’s avoiding his eyes until Juni steps in between them and cuts off the line of sight leading to an almost audible growl from Alexander. Davis Hightower steps between the two teams as they stare at one another and explains that he will be a bit more lax with the rules but not go overboard with that. He sends them back to their respective corners and it looks like Alexis and Junichiro will be starting us off.
The match starts as most tag matches are apt to do with a slow feeling out process as Alexis and Junichiro circle one another and trap each other against the ropes and we get some clean breaks. Juni is clearly playing a new game with the Darlings today but Alexis is keeping up as she’s maintaining her focus and not allowing her emotions to take control. Lexie takes Muyo down with a snap-mare before hitting the ropes and going for a shining wizard. Juni falls flat to the mat to avoid the strike and barrel rolls into his corner and makes the tag to his partner. Fire leaps over the top and catches Alexis rushing into the corner with a leaping side kick. We get the first face-in-peril situation of the match as Lexie is caught in the wrong corner and Fire and Juni work well together with quick tags as they start to wear down the female Darling. Continuous tag work by Trinity here but Fire makes a mistake when she goes for a double axe-handle off the top and gets caught with a dropkick by Lexie that catches her in midair. Fire is closer to her corner and is able to make a tag, but nor before LD is able to roll into her corner and tag in Alex as well.
AD is in and he leaps over the top and nails Juni with a flying clothesline. And he doesn’t let up as he’s on Muyo like a man possessed. Alex is raining down blows all over Juni. JM tries to scramble into his corner but Alex is not allowing that and drags Juni back to the center of the ring and quickly snaps him over in a suplex. He holds on and twists the hips and lifts Juni up once again, and this time nails him with a slingshot suplex. Alex holds on again and rolls the hips again as he lifts Juni for the 3rd time and takes him down with a corkscrew suplex. The crowd explodes into a big Eddie chant and Alex eats it up as he does the Eddie dance before hitting the ropes and nailing Juni with a legdrop across the back of the neck before rolling him over and going for a cover…
1… 2… No, Juni kicks out. During the next few minutes we get to see some patented Darling twin teamwork as they work like a well-oiled machine. And then we get some typical tag action as Juni finally recovers and makes the tag to Fire just as Alexis tags back in as well. We get some offense between the two ladies, but Alexis is able to drag Fire into the Darlings corner and make a tag. Fire is able to scramble away and back into her corner and she looks at Juni who nods and reaches out to make the tag. The action continues again and we get to another point where Fire and Alexander are in the ring together, but again Fire walks back to her corner and looks at Muyo, he looks a little more hesitant this time but still reaches out and makes the tag. Alex and Juni lock up, but JM isn’t above stretching the rules and he gains control with a quick poke to the eye. Juni starts to work over Alexander’s neck and back and gets him worn down before dragging him towards the Trinity corner. He reaches out for the tag to Fire but she seems hesitant. He glares at Fire who acquiesces and tags in. Alex scrambles to his feet and stares at his wife and she seems unsure what her next move should be. Juni is beginning to look annoyed on the apron and then he starts yelling at Fire and that spurs Alex to dart around Fire and he SPEARS Junichiro off the apron. Fire looks shocked in the ring and doesn’t seem to know what to do next and as Alex slides into the ring, the husband and wife FINALLY lock up. With Juni down on the outside we get a clinic from Fire and Alex as they trade holds, counters, double counters, and strikes back and forth. But it’s nothing outside what you’d see in a normal match and the fans aren’t sure how to respond exactly except to give the typical indy cheers. Juni finally gets back onto the apron and begins yelling once again and it distracts both Fire and Alex, but Alex for longer and Fire’s able to whip him to the ropes. Alex reverses and Juni makes a blind tag to Fire. Alex with the leapfrog on Fire and as she hits the ropes she’s able to connect with a dropkick to Alex that sends him right into Muyo who grabs him and hits a high release German suplex with a bridge…
1… 2… Alexis is in to break the count. And now the match breaks down into what we expected at the start. Alexis and Fire meet up once again in the center of the ring and brawl to the outside which leaves Muyo and Alexander inside the ring and they really seem to be in the midst of trying to kill one another with some choking and punches and kicks. Hightower is trying to get them to lighten up but both Alex and Juni push him out of the way and Alex follows it up by tossing Muyo to the floor. Alex starts stomping his feet as the crowd starts clapping in rhythm and Alex hits the ropes…TOPE CON HILO and the crowd goes nuts as Alex lands in the second row. Alexis and Fire are brawling on the other side of the ring and Alexis is finally getting the better of Fire as she lifts her up and plants her on the floor with the EMERALD FLOWSION. The Darling twins both hop up onto the barricades on opposite sides of the ring and nod at one another…STEREO SHOOTING STAR PRESSES and the Darlings are in complete control.
They lift their respective opponents up and both try to toss them back into the ring but now the synchronicity of Trinity comes into play as they both hit the bottom rope and explode back out with REBOUND LARIATS. And now Trinity gets to work on the outside as they whip the Darlings from steel post to steel steps. Hightower is allowing a lot of leeway here, but it seems like he’s close to calling this one. Fire tries to whip Alexis towards the barricade once again, but Alexis leaps over the barricade and lands in the lap of some of our OOWF fans. Fire tries to charge but Alexis is able to get the leg up and sends Fire staggering. Alexis leaps back over the barricade and nails with a DDT. Alexis stays on the attack and wraps Fire’s legs up…MOTHERFUCKING CURBSTOMP on the floor. Fire’s down for the moment and Alexis heads back inside the ring. She looks across the ring to the floor where Juni is trying to lift Alex up for a brainbuster on the floor, but he’s fighting it off with some knees to the top of Muyo’s head. JM finally drops Alex and just as he does, Alex spins him around just in time to see Alexis with a running start…FOSBURY FLOP nails Juni. Alexis helps her brother to his feet and then starts clearing off one of the nearby announce tables. Alex continues to kick away at Juni as the table is cleared off. Juni is dragged over to the table as Alex climbs up with him. Fire has finally made her way to her feet and she looks across the ring and sees the situation. Before she can get there though, Alex lifts Juni onto his shoulders, locks his arm around his throat…DARLING DRIVER. And that’s all Hightower can take as he calls for the bell. Fire finally gets there as well and pushes Alexis out of the way as she drags Junichiro out of the rubble. Alexander gets to his feet as well and stares at Fire as she starts dragging Juni to the back. The Darlings slide into the ring to the cheers of the crowd but they are not the winners tonight… WINNERS – No Contest in 14:38
BRASS KNUCKLE KINGS vs. DRINK & DESTROY
Drink & Destroy is announced first as “Alcohaulin Ass” plays. Jack, Danny and DVD make their way through the crowd and the crowd roars their approval. They hop the guardrail and climb into the ring, acknowledging the fans cheers. Those cheers quickly turn to boos as “Brass Knuckle Kings” by Black Pegasus plays and Eric and Bryce come out, accompanied by Maria and Lauren. Maria and Lauren hold the ropes open for Eric and Bryce. The ladies take Eric and Bryce’s robes, and then step out of the ring to the floor. Eric and Larson confab in the corner for a moment, then Eric turns and faces Taylor. The referee calls for the bell and this one is underway!
Eric moves to lock up with Taylor, but gives him a scientific poke to the eyes instead! Taylor reels a bit and Eric grabs his head and runs to the ropes and leaps over the top rope to the floor, guillotining Taylor on the top rope. Danny’s head snaps back and he falls to the middle of the ring. Eric slides back into the ring, hits the ropes and drops a rolling senton splash on Taylor and covers, but Taylor kicks out at one. Eric pulls him to his feet and shoves Taylor into the BKK corner. He tags in Larson, and Bryce comes into the ring and turns and argues with the referee while Eric wraps the tag rope around Danny’s throat. Larson turns back around and lays some hard kicks into Taylor’s midsection, then snapmares him out of the corner and nails him on the back of the head with a drop kick, sending Taylor to the mat. Larson pounces on him and covers, but Taylor kicks out at two.
Larson measures Taylor and waits for him to get to his feet, then tries a kick to the midsection, but Taylor catches his foot. Larson begs off, then tries an enzugiri, but Taylor ducks it. Larson spins around and Taylor catches him by the throat and lifts him CHOKESLAM! Larson bounces off the mat, and Eric runs into the ring, but he gets the same thing. Eric bails out of the ring, and Larson tries to as well, but Taylor catches him on the apron and pulls him up into a vertical suplex, and keeps him there to think about it for a minute, then casually walks over to his corner and tags in Jack. Then falls back into the ring. As soon as Larson hits the mat, Jack bounds off the ropes and drops a leg across his chest and covers, but Eric flies back into the ring and breaks it up at two.
Jack pulls Larson to his feet and scoops him up and runs him into the corner back first and ties him in the tree of woe! Lauren and Maria yell for the referee to get him down, but their protests do no good, Jack charges across the ring and slams his knee into Larson’s chest. Larson falls to the mat, grabbing his sternum in pain. Jack catches him with a kick to the jaw, then pulls him to the middle of the ring and covers, but Eric breaks it up at two. This brings Taylor into the fray, he charges in and grabs Eric and clotheslines him over the top rope to the floor, but Eric lands on his feet and pulls Taylor out of the ring with him and the two trade shots. Jack gets to his feet and slides out of the ring to help his partner, and they take turns lighting Eric up with chops to the chest. Larson joins the fray and soon we have a good old fashioned donnybrook!
Taylor is getting the better of Eric, and he sends Eric to the floor with a boot to the side of the head. While he is down, Eric grabs something out of his boot. When Taylor reaches down to pull him up, Eric punches Taylor in the throat! We see that Eric is wearing his trademark brass knuckles! Taylor falls to the floor grabbing his throat, clearly already having trouble breathing. Eric gets to his feet and heads toward the ring to beat the countout, but DVD catches up with him and grabs Eric’s leg keeping him from getting back into the ring! The referee waves the match off. WINNERS – Double Count out in 13:54
After the match, Jack lets Larson go and he and DVD check on their partner and quickly motion for help from the back. Medics come to ringside and check on Taylor. After a few minutes, then help him to his feet, Taylor is breathing on his own, but not easily. A look of rage burns in his eyes as he goes to the back for further medical assistance
STAN FULTON vs. TYTAN
Stan Fulton is announced first and makes his way to the ring. Moose and Stank come out with him, but they remain at the top of the ramp. Stan gets a mixed reaction from the fans, clearly they are still not sure what to think of this guy. One day he is teaming with Ravenna, the next he is teaming with Moose and Stank. Tytan is announced next, and there is no doubting what the fans think of him, as he makes his way to the ring, the fans boo him loudly. Tytan ignores it and steps between the ropes and the two big men go nose to nose in the center of the ring.
Tytan shoves Crusher hard on the chest, Crusher rebounds with a forearm to Tytan’s jaw, and with that it is on! The two big men hammer one another mercilessly. The referee looks like he wants to step in and stop it, but then decides he would rather enjoy living to see tomorrow. Tytan backs Fulton back into the corner and lights him up with chops, but this only serves to annoy Crusher. He reverses places in the corner and BLISTERS Tytan with chops, then sends him to the mat with a headbutt right between the eyes. Fulton pulls him to his feet and sends him to the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a big POWERSLAM and covers for two.
Stan pulls Tytan to his feet, measures him and hits a DROPKICK! It doesn’t quite make it to Tytan’s jaw, but it hits him hard enough to send him through the ropes to the floor. The crowd cheers this as Stan waits in the ring and yells for Tytan to get back into the ring and face him. Tytan climbs onto the apron and Fulton moves to suplex him back into the ring, but Tytan rakes his eyes sending Fulton staggering away. Tytan slingshots himself into the ring and nails Stan with a shoulderblock, sending the big man to the mat. Tytan scrambles across the ring and covers, but Stan kicks out at two.
Tytan pulls Stan to his feet and sends him to the ropes and tries to bear hug him for a belly to belly suplex, but he can’t quite get his arms around the big man, so he shoves Crusher back, then on the rebound NAILS him with a clubbing clothesline and tries another cover, but Stan kicks out again at two. Tytan pulls Stan to his feet again and lands a couple kicks to his knees and gut doubling the big man over, then drops him to the mat with a double axe handle to the back of the head. Stan uses Tytan to pull himself back up, Tytan looks pleased with this, measures Stan and nails him with a straight right to the jaw sending him back to the mat.
Tytan slowly pulls Stan to his feet and mocks the crowd who are cheering for Stan. He scoops Stan up, and WALKS AROUND WITH HIM! What a TREMENDOUS display of strength by Tytan. Finally he gets a little running start and PLANTS Stan on the mat with a powerslam. Tytan looks smug as he covers Stan and hooks the leg, confident that he has the win, but to his shock, Stan kicks out at two. Tytan barks at the referee about a slow count, then pulls Stan up and sends him the corner and charges in for a clothesline, but Stan gets a knee up and catches him on the jaw. Tytan staggers out of the corner and Stan grabs him and sends him to the opposite corner and KILLS him with a big splash! As Tytan staggers out of that corner and falls to the mat, Stan bounds off the ropes and lands a DRAGLINE on Tytan’s chest! He hooks the leg hard, the referee hits the mat and counts, one, two, THREE! Tytan kicks out a second too late! WINNER in 14:05 – Stan Fulton
LD WILLIAMS vs. J-P SPARXX
LD Williams is out first to a great response. He acknowledges the crowd without much pandering and works his way down the ramp and into the ring. No posing for Mr. Williams. He's got work to do. “Let It Rock” fires up and J-P Sparxx (w/Jewel) appears at the top of the ramp. He gets the shit booed out of him, but he doesn't seem to care all that much. He makes his way into the ring and starts shouting across something at LD Williams. Williams just smirks and waves Sparxx in. Fall River's Own Angelo Barros sees that this one is going to start with or without him, so he calls for the bell...WE'RE UNDERWAY!
Collar-and-elbow tie up to start, which ends in a stalemate. LD works that into a standing side headlock. Sparxx takes his arm and sweeps LD's legs at the back of the knees. LD hits the mat, but still has the headlock applied. Sparxx counters with a head scissors, and LD lets the move land for a second before releasing the headlock and getting to a standing position. What a pro. Both men are standing so they lock up again. Another stalemate, and this time Sparxx goes behind and hits a waistlock. Standing switch by LD. Another standing switch by Sparxx followed immediately by a German Suplex. Sweet. Sparxx hangs on for the pin...1...2...no. LD flips out of the pinning predicament and delivers a straight kick to Sparxx's temple. Sparxx hits the mat, and LD follows up immediately with a Crossface! It's trouble for Sparxx as he tries to get to the rope. LD cinches back...cinches back...but Sparxx is too determined and gets to the ropes.
LD scampers to his feet and goes to follow up, but Sparxx is able to punch him in the stomach. Like a flash, Sparxx SPRINGBOARDS off the ropes and takes LD over in a perfect Sunset Flip. LD rolls through and tries for another kick. Sparxx ducks it and sweeps LD's legs again before locking in the LOW DAWG! Sparxx is screaming “TAP” at the top of his lungs, and LD seems to be having trouble for a bit. Finally he gets some forward momentum going and gets to the ropes. Barros is counting and simultaneously trying to pull Sparxx off of LD. Sparxx retorts “I HAVE TIL 5, SON!” before letting go and taking a step back. He runs at LD for a Basement Dropkick, but LD pulls the rope and Sparxx ends up dropkicking the barricade. SPLINGSHOT PLANCHA from LD connects as both men tumble to the outside. Most wrestling companies would go to commercial here...but THIS is the OOWF!
LD pulls Sparxx up before hitting him with a Flying Armbar. He pulls up Sparxx again and DESTROYS him with a DDT right on the floor. With no wasted movement, LD rolls Sparxx back into the ring. LD heads to the top rope. Flying Headbutt try, but Sparxx is barely able to get out of the way. Both men are down and Barros starts a-countin. LD is up first, heads over to Sparxx and tries to lock in a Bow-and-Arrow hold. Sparxx desperately tries to fight it off, and succeeds, getting to his feet. Sparxx tries a Running Enziguri which LD is barely able to duck. Sparxx stops short, and he tries a Pele Kick. LD catches Sparxx's legs in mid-air. He's trying for a Styles Clash! But before he can get it off, Sparxx is able to break his legs free and hit a headscissors takeover. Beautiful. Sparxx heads to the top...he's looking for the River Dawg! He takes off, and LD catches him midair with a Power Slam! Holy Shit!
LD shakes out the cobwebs and waits for Sparxx to get to his feet. Kick to the gut! Here comes the Canadian Destroyer! LD locks Sparxx in and goes for the Flip part, but Sparxx is somehow able to slide out and shoot straight up in the air. LD lands on his feet instead of sitting out, wondering what the hell happened. Sparxx comes back to Earth and KILLS LD with a Diamond Cutter! The crowd is Holy Shitting all over themselves! Sparxx takes a second to gather himself and then goes to the cover...1....2....NO! LD somehow kicked out, and Sparxx starts slapping the mat in frustration. Sparxx hits a couple of punches before heading to the top. Corkscrew Moonsault off the top connects! Sparxx is right into the cover....1.....2....DING DING DING!
YOUR WINNER in....wait a second...
Barros is in a deep conversation with the timekeeper after he raised Sparxx's hand. Now he's in talks with the Ring Announcer, and it's kind of heated. Both LD and Sparxx look on wondering what the hell is going on. Finally Barros says something to the Ring Announcer before leaving the ring and heading to the back. That can't be good.
YOUR DECISION in 30:00...Time Limit Draw!
Sparxx is apoplectic and looking for Barros who has already bounced. LD just looks on with a bemused smirk on his face, waiting for Sparxx to realize he's still there, which he eventually does. LD extends his hand after a fucking incredible match. What a sign of respect. Sparxx looks around to the crowd and then back to LD. He sticks his hand out....and then pulls it back running his fingers through his hair. You don't see the ol' “Psych” handshake much these days. Sparxx smirks before getting a look of disdain on his face, and spits on the mat before heading up the ramp. The crowd hates it, and let's Sparxx know it. LD doesn't seem too pleased either, adopting a “So it's gonna be like THAT” posture.
THE FLYIN HAWAIIANS vs. TEXPRESS
The Texpress receive a tremendous reaction as they enter the arena. Chad Madison and Zane Meyers make their way down the aisle, stopping to greet a multitude of fans, and climb into the ring. Chad runs the ropes to warm up, while Zane stretches in the corner. The crowd’s cheers dampen somewhat as Noelani walks out. She is alone, and she does not look happy. She stops at the front of the stage and points both hands towards the ring, and the Flyin’ Hawai’ians burst through the curtain. Kai and Aina sprint to the ring and slide under the ropes. Chad turns in mid-stride and gets speared off his feet by Kai, while Aina hits Zane with a shoulder block. Zane has his feet set, however, and does not go down. Aina bounces back a step, and Zane shoves him into the corner. He chops Aina across the chest and sends him across the ring. Zane follows, but Kai rolls to his feet and into a clothesline. He knocks Zane into the ropes, and they tumble out to the floor. Referee Angelo Barros decides that’s close enough, and calls for the bell.
Chad gets to his feet and sees Kai in the corner. He gets a running start, but Kai steps out of the way at the last second and he eats turnbuckle. Kai grabs Chad as he bounces off and plants him with a German suplex. He rolls to his feet and comes off the ropes with a leaping knee drop to the head. He drags Chad to his feet and lifts him for a suplex, and then drops him stomach-first across the ropes near the Hawai’ian’s corner. Aina has made it to the apron, and reaches in to make the tag. Kai grabs Chad’s arms, holding him horizontal as Aina vaults to the top rope and leaps off with a somersault leg drop to the back. Chad does a 360 and slams into the mat, and Aina rolls to his feet and makes the tag as Kai reaches the apron. The Hawai’ians send Chad to the ropes and go low with twin fists to the midsection. Aina spins in place and sweeps Chad’s legs, while Kai leaps up and drives a knee into his face. Kai covers, but Chad kicks out at two.
Kai hauls Chad to his feet and sends him to the corner. Chad bounces out and tries to hit a clothesline, but Kai ducks it and pivots, driving a leg into Chad’s midsection. He rebounds off the ropes and hits a neck breaker, and then rolls to his corner and makes the tag. Aina vaults to the top rope, and Kai lifts Chad for the Diamond Head. Before they can hit it, Chad throws his weight forward and rolls Kai up. Aina adjusts his leap and slams into Chad with an elbow, breaking the cover. Aina drags Chad to his feet and backs him to the ropes with chops. He sends him across the ring, but ducks his head a little too soon and Chad catches him with a kick to the head. Chad turns and dives for his corner. Aina grabs him, but he still manages to make the tag.
Aina backpedals as Zane ducks into the ring, but the big man barrels through him with a clothesline. Zane continues to the opposite ropes and comes back with a second one. Aina rolls to his feet, and Zane stuns him with an inverted atomic drop, following up by coming off the ropes and hitting a running STO. He hooks the leg, but Kai is in to break it up at two. Barros chases Kai out of the ring, and Zane is distracted by that long enough for Aina to roll him up from behind. Barros sees the pin and dives into place, but Zane powers out at two.
Aina is first to his feet, and attacks Zane with kicks. He tries to whip him across the ring, but Zane plants his feet and pulls Aina back into a belly-to-belly suplex. He pulls Aina to his feet and bundles him into the ropes, attacking with a series of chops. Aina reverses an Irish whip attempt and sends Zane to the ropes, where Kai knees him in the back from the apron. Zane staggers, and Aina gets a running start and leaps up to drive a knee into his face. He reaches out as he lands and makes the tag to Kai.
The Hawai’ians send Zane to the ropes. They lift him for a flapjack, and then make a quarter turn and drop him face-first on the turnbuckles. Zane bounces off and stays on his feet, making a stumbling turn right into a tandem super kick. Aina ducks out of the ring long enough to tag back in, and then rolls Zane into a single-leg Boston crab. Kai rebounds off the ropes and hits flying splash on Zane before rolling out to the floor. Barros checks on Zane, and Chad sprints across the ring and decks Aina with a Shining Wizard. Kai moves to slide back in, but Chad hurls himself over the ropes and drops on him with a cross body. Both men climb to their feet and exchange chops.
Meanwhile, inside the ring, Aina is the first to stir. He makes it to his feet as Zane sits up, and rebounds off the ropes to dropkick him in the face. Aina vaults to the top rope and waits for Zane to get up, and nails him right on the jaw with a missile dropkick. He covers, but Chad dives into the ring to break it up at two, with Kai right behind him. Chad starts to pull Aina to his feet, but Kai pins his arms from behind, allowing Aina to hit a jaw jacker. Chad bounces back, and Kai plants him with a German suplex. Aina rolls out to the apron and springs off the top rope as Kai throws Chad up for the Moloka’I Cocktail. Somehow, Chad manages to flip in the air and catch Aina with his legs, reversing into a flying hurricanrana! Kai aims a kick at Chad’s head as they land, but Chad rolls to the side. Kai, off-balance gets KILLED by a rising clothesline from Zane. The move takes Zane off his feet as well, and he falls on Kai for the cover, but Chad taps him on the back and points him at Aina who is the legal man. Zane rolls Aina up and hooks both legs. Kai tries to lunge for them as Barros slides into position, but Chad hooks his arm and ties him up on the mat long enough for Barros to count One…Two…Three. WINNERS, in 14:52, The Texpress.
CHRIS EVANS vs. CONCRETE TG – OOWF Onslaught Championship Match
Concrete Gryphon is announced first and comes out to a rousing cheer. He pauses on the stage to soak it in, when suddenly he is bum rushed from behind. Evans is not waiting for this one to start and is laying in solid blows to the stunned Crete. Evans puts in several boots and chops and Crete stumbles down the walkway. Evans whips Crete back in forth into each barricade as the crowd reigns down boos. This just motivates Evans to beat on Crete more. Evans slams his head into the ringsteps, before tossing Crete into the ring.
Evans slides in and hands the Onslaught title to the ref. He then walks over to where Crete is struggling to his feet, and with a smirk holds out his hand for the pre match hand shake. To Evans shock, Crete takes the hand and shakes it. Evans smirk turns to a scowl as he clotheslines Crete nearly out of his boots. The ref hands the title to the ring crew and makes an announcement that this prematch attack is counting as an official match warning.
Chris Evans has used his first warning
Evans doesn't seem to care, as he is quick to continue putting the boots to Crete. Eventually Evans drops down locking a cross arm breaker on Crete. Crete struggles mightily, and is able to pull himself over to the bottom rope forcing the break.
Concrete Gryphon has used his first rope break
As Crete pulls himself up on the ropes, Evans rushes in with a facewash kick that lands Crete tangled up in the ropes. Evans follows up by laying in closed fists to Cretes head. The ref comes over and tries to push Evans away, but Chris ignores him and and keeps beating on Crete. The ref finally pushes Evans clear and holds up two fingers.
Chris Evans has used his second warning
The ref pulls Crete free, and Crete stumbles into the corner. Evans is prepared and rushes in with a leaping knee that rocks Crete. Evans attempts to follow it up with a CM Punk style bulldog, but Crete has enough sense to put on the breaks and land an atomic drop. Apparently that was all Crete had in him however, as he drops to one knee. Evans sees this and lands a shining wizard that sends Crete crashing to the mat. To Cretes credit, he tries to get back up. Evans is having none of that, and hooks the arms and plants Crete with the Icarus Wings. One pinfall later and this match is all over. WINNER in 7:02 Chris Evans
Evans takes the belt and holds it high. He points at Crete and can be heard saying "that's a hall of famer?" This just draws more boos from the crowd, but Evans doesn't seem to care, and laughs all the way to the back.
MATT FOLZ vs. DAVIN MORELAND vs. DH MAGNUSSON – OOWF Intercontinental Title Match
DH Magnusson makes the first entrance, coming to the ring through the wildly cheering crowd. He hops the railing and rolls into the ring as the lights dim and Davin Moreland steps onto the stage. Davin pauses to drink in the crowd’s reaction before striding to the ring. Double Jump of Awesome, and Davin gets checked out by referee Junior Hale while OOWF Intercontinental Champion Matt Folz makes his way to the ring, his arm still heavily bandaged. Folz climbs into the ring and hands the belt to Junior, who displays it to the crowd as the three competitors face off in center ring. Words are exchanged, and things look to be getting heated, so Junior calls for the bell.
As soon as the bell rings, Folz lunges at Davin, who sidesteps and grabs his injured arm. Davin winds the arm and flips Folz to the mat. Davin turns and buries a knee in the stomach of an advancing DH. He tries for a gut wrench suplex, but DH drops to his knees to block. He drives his shoulder into Davin’s midsection and rolls him over his shoulders to the mat. Both men get to their feet, and Folz clips Davin’s knee from behind. Davin staggers, and Folz comes off the ropes with a flying tackle. DH explodes out of the corner and levels Folz with a clothesline, and then kicks a rising Davin in the gut and drops him with a DDT. DH covers, but Davin kicks him off at two.
Folz pounces on Davin, hammering away with his good arm. He drags Davin to his feet and tries to send him into the corner, but Davin reverses. If Davin was planning to follow him in he’s out of luck, as DH spins him around and slams him in the face with a left hand. DH sends Davin into the corner and then sprints into the opposite corner, slamming a forearm into Folz’s face. DH turns and does the same to Davin. He sprints back toward Folz, but the champion explodes out of the corner with a spear. Folz hauls DH to his feet and takes him over with a suplex. He tries to tie on an armlock of some kind, but a punt from Davin puts a quick end to that. Davin pitches the champion over the ropes to the floor before slamming a running knee into DH’s face. Davin goes to the ropes and hits a Hoganesque leg drop and covers, but DH kicks out at two.
Davin drags DH to his feet and eats a forearm for his trouble. DH drives Davin back to the ropes with forearms, and then turns him around and kicks his knees, dropping Davin to his knees with his throat across the middle rope. DH hammers Davin with left hands, and then goes to the ropes. He leaps onto Davin’s back Bossman-style, sliding over him through the ropes to the floor. As he lands, Folz blindsides him with a kick to the head. Folz hops onto the apron and leaps over the ropes, catching Davin in a sunset flip. Davin kicks out at two, and Folz immediately grabs his leg and rolls him into an ankle lock. Junior checks, but there’s no way Davin is about to submit. Davin starts to crawl towards the ropes, and Folz grapevines the leg to stop him. It looks like Davin may be in trouble, but DH drives a knee into Folz’s face to break it up. Davin pulls free and rolls under the ropes to the floor, massaging his ankle.
DH continues his attack on Folz, keeping him on the mat with kicks and stomps. He pulls Folz to his feet and rocks him with a European uppercut, and then sends him to the ropes and drops him with a shoulderblock. He sits Folz up and kicks him in the back, and then plants his knee in his back and wrenches back on his head. Folz struggles and starts to get his feet under him, so DH releases the hold and pivots, hitting Folz with a crossface and driving him to the mat. DH hauls Folz up and hits the Thundercrack. He grabs Folz before he falls and winds his arm, going for the Jersey Hammer. Folz ducks it and drives a kick into DH’s knee, knocking him off-balance. He circles behind DH and nails a rolling German suplex, followed by a second, and then a third. He bridges on the last one, but he has trouble hanging on after the impacts to his shoulder and DH kicks out.
Folz pulls DH to his feet and winds his arm into a hammerlock. DH struggles for a moment, and then drives his free elbow into Folz’s face. He pivots and snaps Folz over with a T-bone suplex. Folz bounces into a sitting position, and Davin comes out of nowhere and NAILS him in the back with a running kick. DH spins Davin around, and Davin immediately goes for the RGDC, but DH shoves him off. Davin turns, and gets levelled by a clothesline. Folz is sitting up, so DH kicks him hard in the head before turning back to Davin. He steps behind Davin and hauls him to his feet, getting him into position for the Dream Street. Davin reaches up as he’s lifted, hooks DH’s head, and leaps - REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER! Davin rolls to his feet - and eats a dropkick from Folz that sends him through the ropes to the floor. Folz hits a falling headbutt to DH and rolls him up, hooking both legs. Junior counts One…Two…Davin dives back into the ring just as Junior counts…Three. WINNER, and still OOWF Intercontinental Champion, in 16:08, Matt Folz.
After the match: Folz rolls out to the floor, clutching his shoulder. Junior hands him the belt and tries to raise his arm, but grabs the bad one, and Folz snarls and pulls it back. Folz throws the belt over his good shoulder and makes his way to the back.
<the lights dim and”Scarecrow” plays and the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion comes out from the back. He is wearing his half of the tag team titles, and carrying the OOWF World Heavyweight Title over his shoulder. The crowd boos him loudly, but Moose ignores them as he steps into the ring. Moose grabs a mic and looks out at the crowd>
MHJ: You know, I know this kills you. I know you hate seeing me with this title. <crowd boos louder> That’s ok though. <Moose looks at the title for a moment> You know, before I do this, I need someone to come out here. Stank, I know you are in the back, come on out here, I want to look you in the eye when I say this.
<Moose pauses and Nonpoint’s “Skin” plays and Stank walks to the ring wearing a leather jacket and dark shades. Stank has his half of the world tag team titles over his shoulder. The big man steps into the ring and stands in the corner with his arms folded across his chest, no expression on his face at all>
MHJ: Good. I wanted you out here. <Moose pauses for a moment to think> You know, I know all of you hate me. And you have reason to. Hell, if I were one of you in that audience I would hate me too. I have carved up some of the biggest faces this company has seen. From Hardbody Harris and Concrete TG to Alexander Darling and Chad Madison, you love em, and I have made them all bleed. And…….I know I have always said that winning titles was not what I was about, that wasn’t my main objective in wrestling…..but last night……last night something changed. After Dance of Death 7 I sat in the back, I sat back there by myself and looked at this title, and I realized that by winning this <holds the world title up> I have taken a spot among the elite wrestlers that have EVER laced up the boots.
<the crowd pops a little for this>
MHJ: I sat and I looked at this title, and I realized that in seven years of OOWF history, only seventeen men have held this title. Now, I know, I know what you are thinking, yes, I held this title once before. For five minutes. I sat back there and I looked at this title, and……..something clicked. Suddenly, I got it. He stopped talking, and things became clear, THIS is what it is all about. Holding this title, being the very best, hell, even though I know all of you want me dead, wrestling in front of crowds of people! You see, good guy or bad guy, face or heel, its all about getting a reaction. You people hate me, it means I am doing my job. And because you want me dead, because you come out every week hoping, praying that SOMEONE, ANYONE kicks my ass…….that means I am doing my job damn well.
<the fans kind of cheer this>
MHJ: I sat back there, holding this title, thinking about all the blood, sweat and tears that go along with it. Thinking about representing this company as it moved forward. Thinking about how, when I got here seven years ago, we didn’t even know if we would make it to the next week, let alone the next year. Thinking, wondering, if we would ever run in arenas, or if we were doomed to high school gyms in places like Toad Suck and Monkey’s Elbow, wondering if I made the right choice to leave Japan and join Eco in this new fed. Thinking about how the fans are really the ones that drive us. I refer to you as They, like you are all some single entity, and in some ways, you are. But I had it wrong, They are not evil, They are passionate. They want to see the best. They spend Their hard earned money to come to the shows and see Their favorites. They would spend their last dime just to be able to say, “hey, I saw the best last night, it was worth every penny.” I sat back and thought about all that, and I had an epiphany. I realized that I had it all wrong. YOU are what drives the OOWF, not us, YOU the fan. YOU enable me to earn a paycheck, to earn a living. YOU helped me get out of the slums of Detroit and become someone known, and feared, across the world. YOU kept me out of prison. For that……thank you.
<Moose stands in the center of the ring and the fans actually begin to cheer. They give Moose a standing ovation. Moose looks around, and……..smiles? He looks over at Stank and shrugs his shoulders, Stank does not move. Moose waits for the cheers to die down a little, then takes a second and thinks>
MHJ: I just realized something else………….you people are fucking morons.
<Moose laughs maniacally as the cheers from a second ago turn to loud boos>
MHJ: YOU THINK I GIVE ONE FLYING FUCK WHAT YOU PEOPLE THINK? Oh I know what you are all thinking, now you REALLY can’t wait to see someone beat me! You HATE me. Well I got news for you, I fucking hate all of you too! <Moose starts pointing to people in the crowd> I HATE YOU, AND YOU, AND YOU, AND YOU, I HATE YOU ALL! <Moose calms down a little bit and regains his composure and nearly spits his next words> You are all the fucking scum of the earth. You parasites come out here every fucking week and you BEG for my death. You sat back and cheered when Tytan beat Eco’s brains in. You sat back and did NOTHING when Tytan tried to kill Fire. Ruse or not, you parasites didn’t do a fucking thing. You feed off of us until we can’t give anything else, then you throw us away when we are too broken down to give any more, and move on to someone else. And for that, I hope all of you rot in hell.
<debris fills the ring, a fan in a Concrete TG mask hops the guard rail and tries to get into the ring, Moose hammers him with knees to the back and back of the neck before security comes and hauls the fan off>
MHJ: Just like that huh. You all want me dead. Well fuck you all. I will never die, just to spite you all! As for losing the title?
<Moose looks at the title, then walks over to Stank. Moose looks Stank dead in the eyes, then takes the OOWF World Heavyweight Title and tosses it to the mat>
MHJ: I am not going to give you assholes the satisfaction. I made a promise to this man, that we would rule the tag ranks. These world tag team titles mean more to me than that piece of shit world title ever will. I wanted that title for two reasons. The first, was to get a contract from that son of a bitch GM the Rick…..
<GM the Rick comes out from the back, and is livid. He is screaming at Moose saying he lied, and that he will be fired from the OOWF. The boos continue to rain down on Moose>
MHJ:…..what’s that Rick? Fired? I don’t fucking think so. That contract is binding, there isn’t a god damn thing you can do about it. You screwed me over by not signing me back in September, I forced your hand, I was never going to take the title to McMahonland you dumb piece of shit. There is no way I would work for that asshole. So I got what I wanted.
<Moose turns and looks at the other camera as security drags GM the Rick away from the ring>
MHJ: And my second reason? Little Alex……now we are fucking even. Almost three years ago, you kidnapped and tortured me. Why? Because I beat you for the intercontinental title. Instead of taking your loss like a man, you kidnapped and tortured me to prove a point. To prove that no matter what, Little Alexander Goddamn Darling just HAD to be in the spotlight. You HAD to be the one everyone was fucking talking about. I told you then, you little piece of shit, that I would get even. I knew bleeding you dry wouldn’t do any good, you are too fucking stupid to walk away. Though, I gotta admit, it was damn fun trying. No. I waited, and bided my time, and I took what you hold most dear. That world title. Why? Not for the prestige that comes with the title, holding that title would put you right in the spotlight. Right where you want to be more than anywhere in the world. Getting that attention you crave so fucking much. <Moose smirks> Getting that attention you never got from Daddy Darling. Cause he knows, just like everyone else, that you are a fucking fraud, and a failure. So little Alex……fuck you. The fans love you, oh boo hoo, it breaks their heart! Fuck them, and fuck you. NOW we are even.
<Moose turns and looks at Stank, who is still standing in the corner, his expression has not changed a bit. Moose walks up to him and they bump knuckles, Moose holds his half of the tag team title in the air, and shoots a disgusted look at the World title lying on the mat. As Stank leaves the ring, he glances back at the world title lying on the mat, for just a second, then leaves the ring with Moose. Debris litters the ring and the aisle as Moose and Stank walk to the back. The camera focuses on the world title lying among the debris thrown by the fans as we fade to black>
Russ: Ladies and Gentlemen, I don’t even know what to say. Twice in one night, Moose has managed to rob a champion of their titles. Is this what wrestling has become? For Nash and Razz, I am Russ. Goodnight
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