OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Sao Paolo, Brazil
GM The Rick is in the middle of the ring, to a mixed crowd reaction after the past couple weeks.
GMTheRick: Not to interrupt from the action, ladies and gentlemen, but I would like to give you an update on Moosehead Jack. (Boos) Not only will he remain fired for the indefinite future, but my legal action is proceeding ever faster—
PA: I know who you are…the leader of lost souls…
Ecosystem comes out, flanked by the President and Commander Jackson.
Ecosystem: EXCUSE ME! (boos) Sorry to interrupt, Rick, but I can’t let you do this.
GMTR: Well, that’s too bad, you psycho, because it’s not your decision.
Eco: I’m going to take you on a trip down memory lane, Rick. A trip back to 2005, before you were ever involved with the OOWF. A trip back to when I was general manager of this company, and was run out by the same Moosehead Jack that torments you now. But you see Rick, as you know, when dealing with Moose, it’s important to keep all your options open. And I did.
Ecosystem takes out the envelope he constantly keeps with him, which now has “Chekhov’s Gun” written across it. He begins walking toward the ring and hands the paper to Rick.
Eco: You see Rick, when I walked out of the OOWF, I had decided I was too young, too inexperienced for that responsibility. I decided it was best set aside, used as a last resort. So I handed it over to you. But you see, Rick…I don’t feel that way anymore. And so I want to discuss not what I handed over to you…but what I didn’t.
What does it say, Rick?
GMTR: This bond certifies the legally recognized and enforced ownership of seventy percent of…no. No, no, no…
Eco: Did you ever wonder who was behind the “OOWF Board of Directors” that never saw fit to punish me, no matter how bad I got, Rick? Did you ever wonder where all those nobodies came from? Puppets, Rick…but let me make it clearer for the simpletons in our audience.
My name…is Junichiro Muyo.
I am, always have been, and always will be, the rightful and legal owner of the Online Onslaught Wrestling Federation.
And I am taking my company back.
As Eco says “back,” fifteen more Blackwater guards pour through the audience, fully armed, pushing aside the hapless OOWF security. Two of them immediately grab Rick and begin dragging him off.
The Rick: NO! DAMMIT NO! (A guard puts a gun to his mouth and he silences.)
GMEco: Please, don’t yell. This is a happy moment for me.
The audience boos like crazy as Rick is dragged off, and Eco remains in the middle of the ring, smiling, flanked by the President and many armed guards.
GMEco: Now, as I was…(The crowd is booing too loudly, throwing trash)…now now, don’t make your NEW GENERAL MANAGER have you all ejected from your seats…forcibly. You know, Mr. President, I feel I just need one more thing to make this moment special. And what could that be….some sort of second, crowning glory, to recognize my achievement. (Eco mocks an idea just coming to him.) Oh, I have just the idea. Matt Folz, could you come out here, please?
Matt Folz is escorted out by armed security, holding his arms as he kicks. The President picks up his Intercontinental Title and brings it over to Eco.
GMEco: For me? Matt…you shouldn’t have. Just because you’re such a worthless, do-nothing champion who has never contributed anything of worth besides betraying me in Team TEAM…and I’m the greatest wrestler the OOWF has ever known, the founder of this company, the savior of this business…you really want me to have this?
Matt Folz screams an obscenity, but the guards forcibly nod his head and drag him off.
GMEco: Mr. President, give me the John F. Kennedy treatment, will you?
President: With pleasure. (clears throat, Boston accent) Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, your NEW Intercontinental Champion…your General Manager, Junichiro “Ecosystem” Muyo!
The crowd is booing like no one’s business as Eco lowers the title onto his shoulder. He mimes another idea coming to his head.
GMEco: Now wait just a cotton pickin’ minute, everyone! Is this…let’s see, I’ve been World Champion, Tag Team Champion, Onslaught…why indeed, Mr. President, I believe this makes me…a GRAND SLAM CHAMPION!!!
JR: This is a disgrace.
Nash: All right! Someone finally topped Fingerpoke of Doom!
Now the crowd is losing it. People are walking out, and a couple of the Blackwater guards head to the audience to keep order as Eco feigns disbelief in the ring.
GMEco: After all this time, all my hard work…finally, I am a Grand Slam Champion! Why, I can’t wait for my new friend Davin Moreland to hand me my rightful trophy…but when should we do it? Backstage? No, no. Press conference? Not enough…I’m the first Hall of Fame Grand Slam Champion, after all. Much more…I know!
Ladies and gentlemen, next week, on Midweek Mayhem, you will be treated to a very special main event. Not some boring old World Title match…that can be the introduction. No, my friends, next week, you will be treated to the MAIN EVENT CORONATION, where I, Junichiro Muyo, will be awarded my trophy, my crown, and publicly acknowledged, with the full authority of the institution of the OOWF, as the Greatest Wrestler Who Ever Lived. (The booing is insatiable.) Thank you! Thank you so much! I look forward to next week! God bless you all! Mr. President…or rather, let’s make that COMMISSIONER President….play your music!
Hail To The Chief plays as General Manager Eco, Commissioner President, and the twenty-strong armed security force head up the ramp to the back, Eco admiring his Intercontinental Title the whole way.
EL LOBO SANGRIENTO vs. GRAVY DONGERThe crowd gives a cheer for the newest OOWF Superstar, El Lobo Sangriento, who strolls confidently to the ring. Gravy Donger is already in the ring, because that's how we roll right now with jobbers. And we get the bell and opening lock up. Donger twists Lobo's arm to and fro, wristlock to armbar to hammer lock. Lobo sells it as the most painful thing ever, then hits his shoulder twice, signaling to Donger to go for the armdrag. Donger does so, but instead of landing with a thud, Lobo counters pulling Donger over with an armdrag of his own. Lobo runs back to the ropes, leaps up, and hits a Thesz press on the Donger. (I just wanted to type "press on the Donger.) He peppers him with legal blows to the head, and then backs off with a few elbow drops. Donger manages to roll to the side under the ropes, and Hightower intervenes, keeping Lobo away, following rules and stuff. Donger recovers quickly and gets to a stand, coming out with a clothesline that knocks Lobo down. Donger heads to the ropes and bounces out, but Lobo takes him over with a drop toehold. Looks like Lobo wants to do that luchadore thing, so he climbs to the top of the corner and starts to jump, but Donger gets to his feet and climbs up after him. A superplex tease and an exchange of blows, and Lobo pushes him off. Donger falls onto his back, and Lobo flies. Whatever he was going to do, isn't going to work, because Donger rolls out of the way and Lobo eats canvas. Donger goes for the pin, but Lobo is not out of it by a long shot, kicking Donger almost all the way across the ring. Both men get to their feet, and Donger charges...right into a boot to the midsection. Donger doubles over, and Lobo grabs him. He gets Donger up (ha!) and La Bala de la Plata!! Lobo makes the cover...one, two...THREE!
WINNER in 3:31 – El Lobo Sangriento
DH MAGNUSSON vs. DARIUS PRENTISSThe crowd is eagerly awaiting the announcement for then next match, when a roar goes up from the far end of the arena. The camera pans over and we see DH and Darius already engaged in a back and forth slugfest. No waiting for the match for these two. Both men continue to throw haymakers as the crowd eggs them on. Darius comes in low with a double leg taking DH to the ground hard. He takes the mount and starts raining punches. DH responds by grabbing a nearby chair and pulling it into the way causing Darius to punch it. As Darius pulls back his hand, DH shoves him off. Both men are quickly up and Darius comes in attempting another takedown. DH, however, is ready and brings the chair down hard taking Darius down. DH turns and raises the chair high up in the air with one hand, drawing a loud MIDNIGHT SON chant from the masses. Darius takes advantage of this by jumping onto DH's back and attempting to lock in a rear naked.
DH responds by rushing forward, the crowd parts like the red sea for the two massive men. DH keeps rushing towards the barricade, and Darius realizes his intentions too late. DH slams into and over the barricade sending both men tumbling to the concrete below. This is not DH's first ringside brawl, and he is the quicker to recover and bounces Darius off of several ringside objects before sending him into the ring. At this point Charlotte Everstarck comes out from the back nearly dragging a ref. She practically tosses him into the ring yelling for him to do his job. Meanwhile DH has Darius in the corner and is lying in a combo of punches and stomps.
The ref pushes DH back demanding for an official start to the match. DH holds up his hands in a gesture of understanding and the ref calls for the bell. DH turns his attention back to Darius, but Prentiss has recovered and launches out of the corner. Darius nearly cuts DH in half with a spear. Darius transitions into a kimura, and DH grimaces in pain. DH is able to roll over while remaining in the kimura covering Prentiss. The ref starts the three count, and Prentiss is forced to release the hold. DH tries to take advantage with a quick attack, but Prentiss is good from his back and locks in a triangle choke. DH struggles and is looking as if he will fade. The crowd starts chanting Midnight Son to cheer him on, and Charlotte can be seen yelling for DH to tap. In a sudden show of strength DH pulls Prentiss off the mat and slams him down. Prentiss is relentless and won't let go, so DH slams him again and Prentiss releases the hold.
Both men are down and the ref begins his ten count. He makes it to seven and both men begin to pull themselves up on the ropes. Darius heads towards the center of the ring, when DH charges in taking him down with a massive shoulderblock. DH lets out a primal roar and puts Prentiss down with another pair of shoulderblocks. DH drops an elbow and covers, but Prentiss kicks out at one. Dh goes to pick Prentiss up, and he again attempts for the triangle choke. This time DH is ready and catches Darius by the arm pulling him to his feet, and onto his shoulders. DH plants Prentiss with a massive Death Valley Driver that rocks the ring. He covers and this time it's enough for the three.
WINNER in 8:37 DH Magnusson
Charlotte pulls Darius out of the ring, as DH walks to the turnbuckle. DH stands on the turnbuckle and points with one finger to the heavens as the crowd chants Midnight Son at him.
FIREWOMAN vs. THE PRESIDENT“Hail to the Chief” plays, and the President makes his way to the ring. The OOWF fans are still not sure what to make of him, but seem pretty happy with his pandering and baby kissing and hand shaking, so he gets a fair amount of cheers. Maybe he'd get a different reaction in the United States. Maybe not. This is the reaction he's getting. Deal. “Come to Me” fires up as The President is posing in the ring. Firewoman hits the ramp to deafening boos, despite her attempts lately to face it up. Guess she's got some more work to do. She climbs in the ring without fanfare and just stands there, apparently waiting for the bell to ring. Fall River's Own Referee Angelo Barros looks over the scene before him, and shakes his head before calling for the bell...WE'RE UNDERWAY!
Firewoman stands in the middle of the ring, with her hand extended. Oh puke, more ROH shit. The President, never meeting a hand he didn't want to immediately shake, does shake her hand. Whatever. They slowly circle a bit before locking up. The President has a pretty big size advantage, and is easily able to shove Firewoman into the corner. Barros asks for and gets a clean break. Fucking yawn. They lock up again, and this time, The President works a headlock. Firewoman is able to shove The President hard enough to send him into the ropes. Pres bounces back toward Fire but Fire leapfrogs him, and then drops to the mat on the second rebound. Fire drops her head for a Back Body Drop as the President continues to run the ropes. Rookie mistake by the former World Champ, and The President jumps over Fire and pulls down for the Sunset Flip! He's got it pretty well, but can't even get a 2 count on the pin attempt. Fire scrambles to her feet and is able to hit a Running Enziguri before Pres can get back up. Nice. Fire covers, and that gets a quick 2 as The President kicks out pretty hard. Fire tries to press her advantage, but Pres recovers pretty quickly (apparently concussions don't seem to bother him, since the damage has already been done), and catches Fire running in for a Power Slam try, but Fire slips out and lands on her feet. She tries to immediately follow up with a Pele Kick, but Pres catches her foot before it can connect. The President seems to try to figure out what to do with this advantage, but Fire gives him no time, and is able to lock on a Head Scissors and takes The President over. Thankfully, not into the ropes, because I'm not thrilled with the prospect of writing a 619 into this match.
Pres landed flat on his face, and Fire quickly follows up, locking in a Surfboard hold. She then puts her foot on the back of his head, and appears to hesitate a bit before hitting the MOTHERFUCKING CURBSTOMP! Ouch. Fire covers, and that gets 2. Fire heads to the top and tries for a Frogsplash, but The President is on his feet just as soon as Fire leaves the top turnbuckle. The President goes for a kick to the gut, but Fire is able to catch his foot, and then hit a Dragon Screw on the way to the ground, all in one motion. The crowd's Holy Shitting themselves, and rightfully so. That was pretty fucking cool. Fire attempts to lock in a single leg crab (stupid), but the President is able to roll out of it and catches Fire locking in a single leg of his own (also stupid). Fire struggles and looks like she's about to tap before realizing just how fucking stupid the single-leg is, and uses her free leg to kick the shit out of The President, which breaks the hold. Fire slowly gets to her feet, and turns in time to eat a big boot from Pres. The President pulls her back up into a looooooooooong Delayed Vertical Suplex (Russ: Bah Gawd, all the blood rushing to her head!), before switching it up and turning it into a Jackhammer. Awesome. Into the cover...1...2..no. The President pulls Fire up and WHIPS her into the corner and follows in with a BIG SPLASH!
Fire is in trouble, and the Pres follows up short arm clothesline doesn't clear the cobwebs any. The President whips Fire into the ropes, and lifts her up into a Military Press on the rebound. As the President holds Fire in the air, Fire seems to regain her senses and wiggles free. Fire slides down the Presidents back flipping him over sunset style. Fire continues her momentum flipping over into a bridging pin! 1....2.....thr...NO! The President kicks out a millisecond before the three count. The President is up quickly, but Fire delivers a stiff fucking kick to the side of Presidents' left knee, and he immediately goes down on one knee. You know what's coming next. SHINING WIZARD! The President has been assassinated! Ok, that was just fun to write. Point is, he's in fucking la-la land. Fire heads to the nearest corner, and I'm guessing you know what's next here too. Best. Firesault. Ever. That is, it should be, but The President is able to roll out of the way. Fire sees him move in mid-air and is able to correct and land on her feet. It wasn't a clean landing and it takes a second for her to regain her balance. It's just the second The President needs to hustle over, kick Fire in the gut. Double Underhook! THE PRESIDENT HAS DROPPED THE BOMB! What a huge upset!
WINNER in 13:22 by PINFALL...The President!
STAN FULTON vs. ECOSYSTEM“Crusher” by the Ramones plays over the PA system as Stan Fulton comes a’stormin’ out. The big man comes out to a big pop despite his heelish actions of late, not least because the audience knows whom his opponent will be. He makes a show of running the ropes when he gets into the ring, looking fearsome as always.
PA: I know who you are…the leader of lost souls…
Eco returns to the top of the stage, flanked by two guards, to a near-explosion of boos. A ring announcer steps up to the ring, nervously reading from his piece of paper.
RA: Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you now…the Intercontinental Champion, the General Manager, the man acknowledged by….acknowledged by the OOWF corporation as the Greatest Wrestler To Ever Live…Ecosystem! (Crowd boos.) Ladies and gentlemen, may I also announce further that the following match…will be a NON-TITLE match!
Fulton looks annoyed as Eco saunters into the ring—and immediately clubs the General Manager from behind. Stan pulls off a couple lariats to Eco’s back, keeping him down. He pulls Eco up, whips him into the ropes, big clothesline to take the Monetary Messiah down. Eco rolls out of the ring, Stan Fulton does not attempt to give chase, but waits. Eco thinks for a second, and runs around to the other side of the ring, sliding in before Crusher can stomp him. Eco meets Crusher with an elbow to the head. No reaction. Another one, Crusher stumbles for a second. Eco off the ropes with a crossbody attempt—Stan Fulton catches him and hauls him across the ring to a big pop.
As Eco gets up in the corner, Stan Fulton looks to charge, but Eco pulls his legs up and kicks the big man in the face. Eco pops to the second rope as Fulton turns his back…throwback neckbreaker! Fulton flops over, and Eco attempts to go for the cover, but Fulton powers out at one. Eco, frustrated, begins stomping on the fingers of Fulton, but the corpulent Crusher scoops Eco’s legs out from under him and mounts him with a flurry of punches, only broken up when Eco grabs the ropes. Eco tries to pull himself through to the outside, but Crusher grabs Eco’s hair, and throws him over the ropes back into the ring hard, kicking him in the back clear across the ring.
As Eco rises, Stan Fulton grabs him around the chest and throws him with a belly-to-belly suplex. Junichiro lands and slides out of the ring, and this time, Fulton gives chase. Eco’s guards stand between Fulton and Eco as Eco grabs a microphone.
Eco: Now hold on…I think it’s probably fair that we take a break—
Fulton moves toward Eco, but he is met with a superkick to the face by the General Manager. Eco slides into the ring as the referee begins the count, and Eco prompts him to hurry up. Stan Fulton makes it into the ring by the super-fast nine though, Eco jumping on his neck for the front facelock—but Stan Fulton lifts him up into a snap suplex! Eco lands hard, and Fulton sees an opportunity. Stan bounds off the ropes, BIG CRUSHER SPLASH onto Eco! Fulton goes for the cover, and the guards are unsure whether to break it up. The referee gingerly counts—1,2,3!
WINNER in 6:06…”The Crusher” Stan Fulton!
Fulton poses in ring as Eco rolls to the outside, where he is helped up by his guards and given a microphone.
Eco: (breathing heavy on the outside) You think you got the best of me, Fulton? You are NOTHING compared to me, NOTHING! (Crusher gestures toward Eco’s belt, with a sort of give-it-here.) You want the belt? Nothing doing, Stan. You see, I don’t intend to defend this title for a long, long time. But I’ll make you a deal. Because you managed to get me down for the count of three here tonight…you can have a front-row sear at my MAIN EVENT CORONATION next week!
One of Eco’s guards hands Fulton two pink perfumed tickets, which Fulton slaps down.
Eco: Now now, Crusher. Play your cards right…and I might even let you release my doves.
Eco exits with his guards as Crusher grunts, then posing in the ring to cheers.
THE BRASS KNUCKLE KINGS vs. DRINK & DESTROY – Steel Cage Match (Pinfall or Submission Only)
If Drink & Destroy score the fall against The BKK, they will receive a OOWF World Tag Team Title MatchThe Brass Knuckle Kings enter first, with Lauren Phoenix, Maria Kanellis and their Posse in tow. Lauren and Maria hold the belts since this is a non-title affair. Drink & Destroy are out next, and appear to be all business as they enter the cage. The cage door has been locked, the introductions are complete, the bell rings and IT IS ON!
Except for the fact that as soon as the bell rings, Eric O’Mac and Bryce Larson immediately scale their side of the cage, jump to the floor and head up the ramp!
WINNERS – No Contest in 0:49 (recorded time that the BKK fled the cage)
Lauren & Maria join them as Drink & Destroy appear to be very mad in the ring. Not surprisingly, Eric has a mic.
Eric O’Mac: Drink & Destroy, this is much less about you as it is about The Rick. In fact, we feel sorry for you!
Bryce Larson: You see, we think you actually know that you don’t deserve a World Tag Team Title match, it’s just that Rick is hell bent on giving you one. I also think he’s hell bent on outsmarting us.
Eric O’Mac: Yeah, but that isn’t going to happen. The Rick’s pinfall or submission only stipulation? Sure, it took away our “biggest strength” in his eyes, because we can’t run away and win the match.
Bryce Larson: But D&D has to “win the fall” to earn their title shot. And they can’t do that in there, if we’re out here!
Eric O’Mac: So you see fellas, it’s not personal between us. In fact, I’d imagine you’re all happy with your spot on the undercard, getting your matches done early and watching the greatest tag team in all of wrestling entertain the OOWF fans at the top of the card.
Bryce Larson: But as a show of respect for you being the “Undercard Kings,” we took the liberty of supplying some party favors.
The Posse pulls several coolers of beer out from under the ring, and start to throw the beer over the cage into the ring! Once over 100 cans of beer are in the ring, The Posse start to climb the cage!
Eric O’Mac: As a show of our appreciation for all you mean—to the undercard—we’ve decided to supply the beer
and the opponents. This way you can actually Drink...and Destroy. Enjoy your night gentlemen.
With that, The Posse immediately attacks D&D in the cage, but they are having none of it. Being outnumbered means very little, and the Posse are quickly dispatched by D&D, who then partake in the alcohol, making a huge mess of the ring. The BKK, Lauren & Maria start to leave, when GM The Rick appears on the screen.
GM The Rick: You idiots again...
Eric starts to talk, but Rick quickly puts a stop to that.
GM The Rick: Cut his mic off! I’m sick and tired of your games, Kings. And I’m completely over your total disregard for my decisions. While you’ve managed to find another loophole, I’ve managed to find one more way that Drink and Destroy can get a fair shake at you both. Next week, no one on either side will be allowed at ringside. The match can be won by pinfall, submission, forfeit, default, and however else it needs be to keep you from sneaking your way out. And I’m putting the ball in D&D’s court to make sure you can’t run. Because next week, with no one at ringside, it will be, on Mayhem, Drink & Destroy vs. The Brass Knuckle Kings in a double steel chain match! Each member of The BKK will be chained to a member of D&D. With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, I suspect we’ll truly find out who the better team is. And when that team is proven to be Drink & Destroy, their victory will earn them a OOWF World Tag Team Championship match at MADNESS! Gentlemen...
Eric & Bryce are livid on the stage as D&D celebrate in the ring, knowing they finally have The Brass Knuckle Kings where they want them.
TEXPRESS vs. THE FLYIN HAWAIIANS – Best of Seven Series: Match 5, Series Tied 2-2 – Steel Cage MatchThe crowd erupts to the opening notes of “God Blessed Texas” as Chad Madison and Zane Meyers - The Texpress, step onto the stage. They make their way slowly down the aisle and circle the ring, testing the strength of the cage. They climb into the ring and Zane stretches in the corner as Chad runs the ropes. The lights dim and “Vertigo” starts to play as Noelani leads the Flyin’ Hawai’ians into the arena. They stride confidently down the aisle and pause, looking at the cage. Kai and Aina lift Noelani up and she grabs the cage, hanging on with one hand and her feet. She looks down at her men for a moment, and then throws up her free arm. Kai and Aina spring onto the cage and clamour up the side. They reach the top and each stand on a corner, and then moonsault into the ring. Referee Angelo Barros doesn’t waste time with instructions and just calls for the bell.
Chad leaps at Aina and takes him down with a flying tackle. He gets in a couple of forearms before Aina throws him off. Chad rolls to his feet and hops over Aina’s leg sweep attempt, and drives an elbow into the top of his head. Chad pulls Aina to his feet and attempts an Irish whip, but Aina reverses and follows him to the ropes, slamming into him and driving his head into the cage. He turns Chad around and lifts him up, sitting him on the top rope. He hits him with a European uppercut, which bounces the back of his head off of the cage. Aina climbs up the ropes as well, slugging away, and snaps Chad to the mat with a hurricanrana. Across the ring, Kai and Zane are toe-to-toe, exchanging punches. Kai gets a momentary advantage and grabs a headlock. Zane lifts him for a side suplex, but Kai kicks off the cage and reverses into a bulldog. He rolls to his feet and rebounds off the ropes, hitting Zane in the head with a dropkick as he tries to get up. Aina makes a cover, but Chad kicks out at two. Kai also makes a cover, but Zane powers out at one.
The Hawai’ians haul Chad to his feet and send him into the corner, and then do the same to Zane. Chad turns himself and lessens the impact for Zane, allowing him to explode out of the corner and level the Hawai’ians with a double clothesline. He scoops Kai up and slams him as Chad hops to the top rope, and then grabs Aina and runs him head first into the cage. Chad leaps off the top and hits Kai with a somersault splash. He covers, but Kai kicks out at two. Chad rebounds off the ropes and hits a running knee lift as Kai gets up, and then drops an elbow on him and rolls out of the way as Zane slams Aina onto his partner. Chad drags Aina up and sends him into the corner, and Zane sends Chad after him for a stinger splash. Aina stumbles out of the corner and Zane plants him on Kai with a belly-to-belly suplex. Chad goes to the top rope in the far corner and climbs the cage as Zane climbs the ropes behind him - Rocket Launcher! Chad soars across the ring and slams into the Hawai’ians. He makes the cover on Aina, but Aina rolls a shoulder at two. Zane waits for Kai to get to his feet, and then levels him with a flying clothesline.
The Texans back the Hawai’ians into opposite corners and Irish whip them toward each other. The Hawai’ians doesy-doe, and Kai goes high with a clothesline on Chad while Aina goes low with a spear to Zane. Kai grabs Chad’s legs and falls back, levering him face-first into the cage. Chad stumbles back, blood starting to flow, and Kai pounces, snapping him over with a suplex and floating over to hammer him in the face with repeated punches. Meanwhile, Zane and Aina roll across the mat exchanging punches. Zane ends up on top as they hit the cage and drags Aina to his feet on the apron. He drives an elbow into Aina’s throat that slams the back of his skull into the cage. Zane steps back into the ring and hammers Aina with chops until he collapses, his back sliding down the cage. Zane gets a running start and slams a knee into Aina’s face, again bouncing his head off of the cage. Kai leaves Chad and attacks Zane from behind, choking him on the top rope while Aina struggles to his feet. They lift Zane for a tandem belly-to-back suplex, but pitch him forward, slamming him into the cage and dropping him on the top rope. They turn as Chad approaches and hit him with twin kicks to the midsection followed by a tandem gut buster. They drag Chad up and sling him into the corner. They lift him onto the top rope and follow him up. Chad tries to fight back, but the numbers get the best of him. They hook Chad for a superplex, but Zane clubs them both from behind. Chad throws some punches as well, and between them they knock Kai off of the turnbuckles. Chad turns his attention to Aina and climbs onto the cage to get in a better position to throw some kicks. Aina fights back and starts climbing the cage as well.
Zane pounds Kai to the mat and then hauls him up and slings him to the ropes. He catches him on the return trip and plants him with a spine buster. He starts over to help Chad, but Kai hooks his ankle. Zane turns and kicks him in the head, and then hauls him up for the Border Toss. Kai starts throwing punches at the top of the move and knocks Zane off balance. Kai hits a hurricanrana, but instead of flipping Zane to the mat sends him face-first into the cage. Kai rolls to his feet and sees Aina battling with Chad on top of the cage. He leaps to the top rope and clamours up after them. The Hawai’ians quickly get the better of Chad - SUPERPLEX FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE! Chad is dead! Zane is on his feet and grabs Kai, but Aina clips his knee from behind. Zane stumbles, and Kai sends him to the ropes. The Hawai’ians elevate Zane and hit a flapjack into the cage. Zane stumbles back and Kai hits a leg lariat as Aina sweeps his legs. The Hawai’ians go to opposite corners and start to climb. They reach the top of the cage and raise their arms - MOONS OVER MAUI! Kai hooks the leg as Aina dives onto Chad, who’s just started to stir. Barros slides into position and counts One…Two…Three!
WINNERS, in 15:46, leading the series 3-2, The Flyin’ Hawai’ians.
PSYKLE vs. LD WILLIAMS vs. TYTAN vs. J-P SPARXX – Winner Gets a World Title Shot, Stank Special Guest RefereeTytan is out first in pyro and all, looking every bit the part of the monster. He impatiently storms down to the ring, presumably unhappy about the night’s earlier developments. He looks to be all business now, as Psykle is out next to Three Days Grace’s “Animal I Have Become.” The giant ginger licks his scar as he slowly walks down to the ring at Orton-pace, staring down Tytan as he enters. Psykle manages to dwarf even Tytan as they go chest-to-chest, but their staredown is interrupted by the strains of “Jeckyll and Hyde” by Petra plays, as the ever-respected LD Williams comes out to a big reaction. Williams keeps his eyes on both men after an audience acknowledgement, storming straight through the ropes and joining the faceoff.
“Let It Rock” by Kevin Rudolf blasts over the PA system for the biggest pop yet as JP Sparxx enters with Jewel. Sparxx has certainly won over the fans over the past couple weeks, even if through no direct effort of his own. He climbs up to the apron, looks at the three men, looks at the fans, shrugs…and jumps up to the top rope, coming off with a plancha onto all three men! The surprise and force knocks all three larger men down in a writhing heap. The referee takes the chance to call for the start, the bell rings, and this is on! Tytan is the first up, swinging wildly at Sparxx, who meets him in the face with a knee, knocking him back into a backbreaker from Psykle! Psykle quickly eats a short-arm clothesline from LD Williams, followed by a couple boots to the back of the neck. JP Sparxx sneaks around and goes for the rollup on LD Williams, but the veteran gets the shoulder out at two, turning it into a cross-armbreaker on Sparxx!
Craftily, Sparxx feigns as though he is about to tap, drawing Tytan in to kick LD Williams off. Tytan forces LD Williams into the corner, nailing him with shoulderblocks to the gut. Psykle grabs Tytan from behind by the neck, but Tytan uses Williams as a launching pad, kicking off his chest and pulling Psykle down into an Ace Crusher jawbreaker! Psykle flies back, just in time for JP Sparxx to slide in with a baseball slide kick to the knee of Tytan. Sparxx off the ropes, jumping onto Tytan with a Lou Thesz press—Tytan jumps forward, SPINEBUSTER! Tytan growls as the crowd boos, but the big man is cleaning house! Psykle rises for a running clothesline attempt, but Tytan ducks, Psykle off the ropes, Tytan with the most literal possible interpretation of a BIG back body drop to Psykle!
LD Williams comes off the second rope with a double axehandle attempt, but Tytan catches him and swings him down into a bodyslam. Tytan lifts Williams’ body up, overhead—gorilla press to the outside! As the genetically modified freak turns around, however, the biker man Psykle dumps Tytan over the ropes with a big clothesline, right on top of LD Williams. As the two rise, they begin trading blows, turning the outside into a brawl despite the referee’s admonishment! As Psykle turns around, he walks right into a jumping kick from JP Sparxx, and a taekwondo kick to the gut. The psychotic giant is keeled over, and Sparxx finishes the rally with a scissors kick! Sparxx goes for the cover, 1, 2, Psykle just gets the shoulder up.
On the outside, LD Williams whps Tytan into the steel steps, but as he charges, Willliams slams into the steps shoulder first thanks to a quick adjustment by Tytan. JP Sparxx going to the top rope, maybe for the 450 splash, maybe something bigger—but we’ll never know, because Psykle gets up and smacks the rope, crotching JP on the top! Jewel has to be unhappy about that. Psykle steps over to the turnbuckles, easily reaching Sparxx’s next with his amazing wingspan—PSYCHO DRIVER! Modified Snap Mare Driver off the top, and JP Sparxx is out! 1-2-LD Williams can’t get there in time-3!
WINNER in 10:02…and NEW number one contender…Psykle!
Psykle has his arm raised to the audience’s surprise and to opponents’ consternation as Jewel tends to Sparxx, who seems to have been more surprised by the snap than anything.
GFY - DAVIN MORELAND & CHRIS EVANS vs. UNFORGIVEN - ALEXANDER DARLING & MATT FOLZJust as we’re about to get the main event underway we look at the OOWF-Tron and see the countdown clock is down to 25 minutes. Metallica’s “Unforgiven” hits first and Matt Folz and Alexander Darling step out onto the ramp. Alexander is trying to keep Folz focused on the upcoming match, but he seems annoyed at previous events tonight. They get down to ringside as they continue to go over strategy it seems and wait for their opponents. “Extreme Ways” begins to play and Davin and Chris appear at the top of the ramp. The boos rain down on the members of GFY as they each seem to be trying to steal the spotlight. They finally get to the ring and we get the staredown of epic staredowns as they all come face to face in the ring. Fall River’s own Angelo Barros tries to separate the teams and he gets both teams into their respective corners.
The bell rings and it looks like Folz and Davin will be starting us off. Folz looks to go for the lock-up, but Davin is having none of that indy wanker bullshit and hauls off with a bitchslap. That may not have been the smartest move on Davin’s part as Folz explodes with a Thesz press and now both men are scrambling for position on the mat as Folz tries to throw some punches but Davin rolls out from under Folz and gets back to his feet. Just as Folz stands, Davin gets a burst and takes down Folz with a short clothesline and then a side headlock. A quick tag to Evans now, but Folz scrambles to his feet and retreats to his corner where he tags in Alex..
Alex and Evans do lock-up in the center of the ring, but instead of the typical mat work we might expect we see both start striking with some hard punches and kicks. They get taken down to the mat, but both scramble back to their feet and this time Evans looks to take a move out of Davin’s playbook and looks to slap Alex, but Alex grabs the hand and nails a bitchslap of his own. Alex pushes Evans back into his corner with some knife hand chops but before he can really get any momentum, Folz reaches over and tags himself in and Alex just shrugs as he pushes Evans towards the center of the ring.
Folz steps through the ropes and meets Evans in the center of the ring and they shake hands…yes, I said shake hands. Davin and Alex are both screaming from their respective corners that this is bullshit, but Evans and Folz ignore them and continue their mutual respect indy work as we see move and counter move. Hold and counter hold. Strike and counter strike. Each one seems to know what the other is thinking and it leads to neither gaining the advantage. After both sweep the other off their feet, they kip-up at the same time and once again extend their hands for a nice shake. Davin finally get Evans into his corner and tags himself in. Folz tells Davin to bring it, but Davin just stays in his corner yelling “I’m not wrestling you anymore FuckThatGuy. Tag in the SisterFucker.” Folz seems to be ignoring that and going after Davin, but because he’s still in the corner, Barros keeps them separate. Finally Folz says fuck it and heads to his corner and he tags in Alex.
Alex cracks his neck as he steps into the ring and faces longtime arch enemy Davin. These two haven’t met in the ring since the January PPV but it’s been even longer since it was a clear one-on-one match. They go to lock-up, but Alex floats behind and grabs an inverted headlock backbreaker. Alex tries to follow-up, but Davin takes Alex off his feet and quickly drops an elbow across Darling’s throat. Back and forth we go as both Alex and Davin are bringing their A-game trying to one up each other. Power slams and suplexes from Davin take a lot of air out of Alex, but Alex uses his technique and speed to keep Davin guessing as to what comes next.
Davin looks to be in control as he lifts Alexander up for a slingshot suplex but the added momentum allows Alex to land on his feet behind Davin and he quickly follows with a dropkick that sends Davin flying to the outside. Alex quickly back to his feet and he hits the far ropes and explodes through the ropes with his patented TOPE CON HILO. The fans go nuts for that as Alex quickly is back to his feet and stomping away at Davin. Barros continues the count as Alex lifts Davin back up and tries to toss him into the ring, but Davin hits the bottom rope…REBOUND LARIAT and Alexander’s head is damn near taken clean off his head. Davin on the attack as he press slams Alex back into the ring and shows the unique athleticism for a man of his size as he hits a SPRINGBOARD 450 onto Alex. He makes the cover…
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No, Alex is barely able to slide his shoulder out. Davin doesn’t let that get to him and he notices Evans reaching out for a tag but Davin ignores him as he continues to work over Alex in the center of the ring. He looks up for a moment and takes sight of the OOWF-Tron and we see the countdown is now to under
10 minutes. Davin just shrugs that off as he presses Alexander up over his head once again and tosses him in the air and catches him on his shoulders for a SAMOAN DROP. Davin goes for the lazy cover, but before Barros makes a count, Alex has enough awareness to get Davin with a crucifix pin…
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No, Davin quickly shoots back up and starts stomping away at Alex once again. Davin looks to continue the assault as he grabs Alexander’s leg and shoots one of his through and he rolls Alex over…SHARPSHOOTER. He has it locked in the center of the ring and just for added insult he flips the bird to Folz. Davin really wrenching back on the move as Alex struggles to try and find a way out of it. Alex slowly starts inching towards the ropes but Davin has way too much power and starts to drag him back to the center of the ring, but that change in direction allows Alex to use the rest of his reserves to kick Davin away. Folz is calling for a tag, but Alex struggles to his feet and can’t get to his corner as Davin spins him around and goes for the RGDC, but too soon for that as Alex spins Davin around and nails a knee to the gut and quickly lifts Davin up…BRAINBUSTAAAA. Alex isn’t done as he grabs Davin’s legs and locks them up as he rolls Davin over for the MOTHERFUCKIN’ CURBSTOMP. Alex looks to keep up the offense even as Folz is now begging for a tag to get back in the ring. Alex heads up to the top rope in a neutral corner but just before he leaps there’s a big
BEEP as we see the countdown clock hit the
5 Minutes mark. It distracts Alexander enough that as he leaps off the top with DARK DARLING RISING that Davin is able to get out of the way and Alexander crashes hard to the mat.
Both men are down on the mat as Barros begins his slow 10-count. He gets to 6 before Davin and Alex slowly drag themselves to their feet. Both Evans and Folz are now calling for tags, but Davin and Alex seem to have forgotten this is a tag match as they start fighting once again in the center of the ring. Right and left hands from Davin are quickly countered by leg strikes from Alex as both are trying to find an opening. Davin’s power gets the next opening as he nails Alex with a spinning backfist that staggers Darling. Before Alex can recover, Davin takes a play out one of his mentor’s handbook and nails a CODEBREAKER. Davin goes for another cover…
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No, Alex is able to kick out once again. Davin looks a tad frustrated now as he backs into a neutral corner and looks to be setting up for a SPEAR. Alex slowly staggers to his feet and at the last second notices the charging and he’s able to leap over Davin and hits a LUNGBLOWER. Both men are down once again as Barros begins another 10 count. The OOWF-Tron beeps once again and we the clock hit
60 seconds. Davin and Alex are oblivious as they fight to their feet once again striking at one another. This time it looks like Alex gets the advantage when out of nowhere he nails a quick kick to the gut and he looks to lift Davin onto his shoulders for the DARLING DRIVER, but Davin struggles out of it and he lands on his feet and is about to hit the REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER, but Alex pushes him away into his own corner and finally Evans can tag himself in just as Alex stumbles into his corner and Folz tags himself in as well. Just as their about to lock-up, the OOWF-Tron begins incessantly beeping as we see,
5…4…3…2…1… The lights in the arena go out for a moment and then we hear
Let’s make history… You gon get yours--that's right! Muthafucka--gon get yours! BRASS KNUCKLE KINGS!!!The lights come back on and we see Eric O’Mac and Bryce Larson on top of the ramp with their entire posse. Davin and Alex are slowly standing up in the ring and looking up at Eric and Bryce trying to figure out what’s going on. Eric makes a gesture to Alex and Davin for them to turn around…as soon as they do, Evans nails the EYE OF THE STORM on Davin. Folz grabs Alex…T-BONE SUPLEX. Evans and Folz are continuing their assault on Davin and Alex respectively. Eric and Bryce are slowly making their way down to the ring and they seem to be orchestrating the attack. Eric walks around and he grabs a mic as Bryce enters the ring. Just as Davin is about to fight back, Evans and Larson hit some old-school double team moves and Davin is out of the picture once again. On the other side of the ring, Alex is trying to fight back as well but before he can, Eric is in the ring and he nails Alex in the back of the head with a pair of shockingly, brass knuckles. Bryce takes his pair out as well and now Eric and Bryce are going to work on Alex and Davin respectively busting them both open.
Meanwhile, a few members of the posse have handed a pair of handcuffs each to Chris and Matt and they are handcuffing Alex and Davin to the ropes. Shades of some history here at least on Alexander’s side as this has happened before. Once they are secure to the ropes, Bryce hands a pair of brass knuckles to Evans and Folz as they continue the beating. Eric finally gets them to stop for a moment as he taps the mic a few times.
Eric: We warned you. Very simply put, we told you this was coming. The Brass Knuckle Kings are here and we are taking our rightful place in this company. I know what the people in the back have thought of me since I came back. They think I’m a flake. They think I’m a joke. Well who’s the fucking joke now. I watched these two assholes *points to Davin & Alex* try and ruin this company in so many ways and honestly, I just couldn’t stand by and watch anymore. Bryce was the first one to realize what cancers they are and he came on board. This isn’t about forcing my ways of thinking on people, this is about highlighting the strengths of the people here right now. Chris Evans took Bryce to the limit and when I asked Bryce what we should do after winning the World Tag Team Titles, his answer…save Chris from Davin. And that’s what we did. And then we looked at it and we realized that what Davin and Alex were trying to do was a disgrace. Forcing people into their lines of thinking, their ways of doing things so we went to Matt and we told him that he was lost. That he was a mercenary and being forced to do Alexander’s bidding was beneath him and that’s why he’s here.
This isn’t a stable. This isn’t a revolution. This is just people sick and tired and being forced to do things that others want. The OOWF is on notice that we’re not going to sit back and take it anymore. If we want something, we’re just going to fucking take it. Titles, women, money, power, and fame…it’s all ours whenever and however we want it. Because we are the Brass Knuckle Kings and KINGS REIGN SUPREME.Evans and Folz get in a few last second shots before someone finally comes from the back as JP Sparxx, DH Magnusson, Firewoman, Alexis Darling, TexPress, and D&D finally rush down to ringside. Eric, Bryce, Chris, and Matt along with the posse escape through the crowd as we fade to the dawning of a new era in the OOWF.
Your official result is a No Contest…your unofficial result is Brass Knuckle Kings win in 28:44.
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