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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 12, 2008 14:26:03 GMT -5
<wCw are watching a monitor, getting ready for thier match.....>
"DV: So you see, boys. We're all amped to face you four in the ring. We're all ready to tear you apart, and feast on your carcasses. Underdawg, wCw, this Wednesday at Mayhem, your days are numbered. And The Devil's Brigade will make you all rest.... in... peace... Hahaha!"
<There is a moment of stunned silence>
JWW - Wow.
TW - Dudes, that was.... well....
Cap - Yeah, it was.....
<Moment of silence>
wCw - BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!HAHAHAHLOLOLHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!
JWW - <Wiping a tear from his eye> Man, all they needed was spikey shoulder gear.....
Cap - Thunder God? Camby actually allowed himself to be called "Thunder God?" What next?
TW - Well, Viper could be the cop, O'Neil the Construction Worker, and Corax could dress as the Indian.....
<JWW and Cap look at TW>
wCw - BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
JWW - If I could be serious for a minute....
Cap and Wilder - BWAHAHAHAHA!
JWW - <Looks at Cap and Wilder, who stifle their laughter, then looks back at the camera> Nobody is denying that you guys have had a lot of success here in the OOWF. You're walking proof that strength in numbers can make up for lack of ability. Problem is, you let that success go to your head, decided that the Devil's Brigade was going to run the OOWF. Then you run into 3 guys who you you couldn't push. 3 guys who pushed back -
Cap - 3 Dudes with Attitude!
TW - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHA!!!!!!!
Cap - Tommy, Tommy - chill bro - I know where Bridman is headed here... Look - fact of the matter is, you haven't beat us - heck, nearly anyone - clean. Not only have we beaten you, we've taken your best shots - the ambushes, the cheap shots, the chain, and still come out on top. Westgaard, Wilder and myself? We aren't afraid of you, and we don't back down from you. And we've proven we are better WRESTLERS than you. Man, I imagine that fact is frustrating for you. But, with Donnie leading you, I'm sure you're getting used to frustration.
Wilder - And if that weren't enough, you posers decide to tick off UNDERDOG? I mean dudes - I can appreciate setting things up so it is a challenge, but I think you're trying to cover too much rail with too little board - all you're gonna get is wood in the slot, ya know? But hey, it's all good now - 4 on 4. We're ready - the Big dog is ready. We assume after you turn off "I Love the 80'S" you'll be ready. This is gonna be a show, everyone! JW and Underdog from the ground, Cap and I from the air - something for EVERYONE! Chokeslam? Ice Auger? Dragon Kick? Basejump? It'll all be in play tonight! WHAT A RRRRRUUUUUUSH!
Cap and JWW - HAHAHAHA! Oh man.... he had to go there....
<UNDERDOG WALK INTO THE SCENE>
UD - Devil's Brigade - you made a mistake. Viper, Corax, you could have walked away. Gone on with your careeers, your lives, and let the past be buried. But you couldn't do that. You had see if you could kick the Devil Dog and out run him to the fence in time. And as you ran, you realized that the Dog is fast - too fast. And as your life passed before your eyes, you reached for any hand you thought would help - and found O'Niell and Camby - and the Devil's Brigade was born. Devil's Brigade. A hollow boast of hollow men. To make your boast and deeds seem real - you lashed out at what you thought were easy targets <motions to wCw). But again, you made a mistake. You have been lashed again and again by the whirlwind you sown - by men who sacrifice more, fight harder, and have more heart than you ever dreamed of having. And now you are caught between that Whirlwind and the Dog. Trapped. Now ask youselves Devil's Brigade - Whatcha gonna do.....
wCw - BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
<Underdog looks at wCw, not quite getting what is so funny........>
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 12, 2008 14:28:06 GMT -5
OOWF MidWeek Mayhem! Live, July 20th, Live! From Waywayseecappo, Manitoba!
Ross: Welcome everybody to OOWF MidWeek Mayhem! Right here tonight, Chris Alt goes one on one with Niles Anderson…Hell In A Cell!
Razz: My god! One can only imagine what a match like that is like!
Dragon: Actually Razz let me tell you what it’s like. It’s the most brutal match I’ve ever been in. The price these men pay today is not only their bodies, but their minds as well.
Ross: But to kick things off we have Phil up against Mr. J.
PHIL vs. MR. JEALOUS Jealous and Phil charge into the center of the ring and lock up hard . . . nothing seems to be happening but as the camera zooms in you can see the muscles on both men twitching as they both try to gain the upper hand. After around 10 seconds the two men part and stare at each other, flexing their muscles and loosening up again. They collide once more but again with no clear winner. On the third lockup Jealous sidesteps the lockup and clotheslines Phil down to the canvas. Jealous follows up with a couple of swift kicks and an elbow drop. Jealous leans down to pick Phil up but Phil grabs him and rolls him up into a small package - one, two NO!!! Phil still looks stunned but Jealous just looks plain angry now. Jealous runs the ropes as Phil is getting up and delivers a stiff running knee straight to the head of Phil. Jealous covers, one, two, not this time . . . Jealous continues to beat on Phil for the next few minutes but is unable to get the pin. Every time Jealous looks like he's got Phil down and out Phil manages to connect with something - although he's obviously acting purely on instinct at this point. As Jealous runs towards Phil to deliver a clothesline, Phil ducks and trips him up, the momentum carrying Jealous clean out of the ring. Jealous is looking just totally pissed now!!! He rips the timekeeper out of his seat, folds up the chair and throws it into the ring, straight at Phil. The ref moves over to kick the chair out of the ring as Phil gets back to his feet and Jealous climbs back into the ring. Jealous grabs Phil’s leg as he gets back into the ring preventing him from getting back up fully, shoves the ref out of the way, grabs the chair and totally waffles Phil with it leaving the ref with no choice but to disqualify him. Phil just never got going in that one but he's won it anyway as Jealous just threw it away. WINNER by disqualification in 8:49 Phil Razz: I’m not too sure what to make of this Phil guy.
Ross: I’m not even sure if he is a guy.
CD: I’m just shocked that we had a DQ in the OOWF for the third week in a row!
Razz: Hey, we’ve had DQs before…there was this one time…um…I’m sure we’ve had DQs before.
CD: Yeah, when somebody likes Niles Anderson is trying to hold on to his title.
Ross: Enough about that. Next is Johnny vs. Gimmick.
CD: I have to say, Gimmick seems off his game lately…it’s like his mind is elsewhere.
JOHNNY ADRENALINE vs. GIMMICKMAN Both men make their way to the ring, GM first, Johnny second. Attitude Adjuster is out with JA. JA is jawing away at GM until they lock up. GM quickly gets the better of JA with an Irish whip into the corner followed up by a huge clothesline. Johnny slumps to the mat and GM begins kicking away at JA. GM turns away for a second, which allows AA to pull JA out of the ring. The ref starts a ten count and Johnny is back in at the count of 7. Lock up again, and this time JA gets the better of GM with a kick to the gut and a DDT. JA covers but GM kicks out at 2. JA begins to kick away at GM’s head and neck. GM is back to his feet and explodes through Adrenaline with a massive clothesline. GM picks up JA and nails him with a belly-to-belly overhead release suplex. GM picks JA up again and hits a belly to back suplex. GM picks him up again and nails him with a vertical suplex. Just as JA hits the mat and it looks as though he may be out of Gas, AA pulls him out of the ring for a second time. Gm wastes no time and quickly exits the ring and goes after JA, who is crawling away. AA gets in GM’s way and swings a chair at him, but GM kicks it back into AA face. Gm then grabs AA and destroys him with a Rock Bottom on the floor. JA has now climbed back into the ring, and GM follows. Just GM is coming though the ropes JA nails hit with a kick to the head. JA tries to set GM up for a spike pile driver, but GM counters with a back body drop. GM picks up JA and sets him up for the Spartan plunge! But JA counters in a wick DDT. JA rolls up GM and gets his feet on the ropes for the 1,2,3. WINNER in 6:32: Johnny Adrenaline After the match officials come out from the back and escort Johnny to the back, at the same time LD Williams is heading to the ring, also flanked by security to keep the two men apart. Despite their efforts a few punches are thrown between the two men. Razz: That’s how it’s done!
CD: Again I’m not really shocked. Whatever you think of Johnny as a person, you have to respect the man’s abilities. You can’t just coast and expect to win.
Ross: Speaking of winning, who do you think will win our next match?
CD: No disrespect to Dr. Murder…but LD has a lot of experience. And in the ring that matters.
Razz: In that ring the only thing that matters is who wins.
CD: You know something, why don’t you shut up and watch the match.
DR. MURDER vs. LD WILLIAMS Murder attacks as Williams enters the ring clubbing him down to the mat with thunderous blows to the back of the head. Williams fights to get to one knee, and as he does, Murder nearly kicks his head off with a boot right to the temple. Williams falls to the mat his eyes look a little glassy. Murder presses his advantage by pulling Williams to his feet and whipping him to the ropes and catching him with a t-bone suplex/slam. Murder covers and gets a two count, Williams is able to roll the shoulder, but looks like he is in trouble. Murder whips Williams into the corner and LDW slams into the turnbuckle chest first, as he staggers backward Murder blasts him in the back of the head with a crescent kick. Williams falls to the mat. Doc rolls him over and makes the cover, but Williams gets his foot on the ropes at two. Murder pulls Williams up again and tries to whip him to the ropes, Williams reverses it and tries a clothesline which Murder easily ducks, Murder spins Williams around grabs him by the throat and hits the DOA! My God we have an upset! Murder covers, 1,2 WHAT? He pulls Williams up at two! That cannot be a smart move. Murder pelts Williams with kicks and punches and backs him to the ropes. Murder takes a few steps backward and charges, Williams ducks and sends Murder over the top rope to the floor with a big back body drop! Murder lands with a sickening thud and Williams drops to one knee and tries to shake off the cobwebs. As he tries to clear his head, Johnny Adrenaline and Attitude Adjuster head to the ring, as AA is walking down the ramp behind Johnny, it appears that a fan reaches out and kicks him in the face! The “fan” jumps the rail, it is Eric O’Mac! The two brawl back up the ramp where security tries to break them up. Johnny pauses for a moment, then heads to the ring, Murder stops him from getting in the ring. As they argue Williams hits a baseball slide on Murder than sends him crashing into Johnny. Murder turns to get back into the ring and as he does, Johnny slams him in the back of the head with a gold club and rolls him into the ring. The ref orders Johnny away from ring side; Johnny glares at Williams and slowly heads up the ramp. Williams, never taking his eyes off of Johnny, pulls a dazed Murder to his feet, plants him with a DDT, then locks on the STF. Murder fights for a moment, then taps. WINNER in 10:59 LD Williams As soon as the ref calls for the bell, Williams releases the hold and leaves the ring, Johnny sprints down the ramp and swings the club at Williams, Williams ducks it and the two brawl down the ramp and around ringside, throwing everything they can get their hands on at each other. Finally officials come out to break this up as well. Niles comes out to get Johnny, which of course leads Moose out to get Williams. As officials get between them, Niles and Moose just glare at each other while Williams and Johnny continue to jaw at each other. Ross: And LD picks up the win!
CD: It’s like I said…experience matters. LD knew what needed to be done, and he did it.
Razz: Well a team that knows how to get it done is The Establishment.
Ross: You’ve got that right! And we’ve got The Establishment vs. Soul Dragon & Mercury…and it’s next!
SOULDRAGON & MERCURY vs. THE ESTABLISHMENT The bell rings with Soul Dragon in the ring and Endo and Morte still deciding who is going to start. After the ref comes over to clear one of them out it looks like it's going to be Endo as Morte makes his way through the ropes . . . both the ref and Soul Dragon turn their backs on Morte as he turns around and socks SoulDragon in the knack of the head with a forearm shot . . . looks like Morte is starting after all. The ref clears Endo out of the ring as Morte begins a beat down on the stunned Soul Dragon. There's nothing technical going on here, just honest to goodness forearms, elbows, chops, kicks the maybe a few not so honest punches. Morte whips Soul Dragon into his corner and follows up with a clothesline while at the same time tagging in Endo. As Endo enters the ring Soul Dragon tries to stumble back to his corner but doesn't get more than a couple of paces before Endo drags him down with a neck breaker. Once down Endo is even less technical then Morte, choosing to simply choke the hell out of Soul Dragon until the ref gets to 4 whereupon Endo simply picks up Soul Dragon, whips him into the corner and tags Morte back in. All this time Mercury is going nuts trying to reach and encourage SoulDragon to get a tag but he's nowhere near. Endo and Morte continue to dominate SoulDragon for the next few minutes until Morte whips him into the ropes and hits a back body drop. Somehow Soul Dragon is able to keep himself turning and roll through the throw, straight into his corner and tags Mercury. Mercury comes in like the proverbial house-O-fire, hitting a pair of clotheslines, a pair of back body drops and then manages to whip Morte straight into Endo taking them both out. Unfortunately while all this is going on the ref has been somewhat distracted tending to Soul Dragon who has rolled just a bit too far through and seems to have caught a nasty stinger of the ring post. Mercury lifts Morte into a delayed suplex but Endo takes the opportunity of the distracted ref to crawl over and simply low blows Mercury. Morte comes down straight on top of the crippled Mercury as Endo runs around the ring and drags the ref back into the action to make the count, one two three WINNERS in 18:12 The Establishment Razz: Another win for the good guys! How do you like that Dragon!
CD: As much as I don’t like The Establishment, it’s hard to take away from the roll they are on with that win.
Ross: Speaking of streaks, up next we have two guys who have been putting on great match after great match against each other!
CD: It seems like these two guys have focused too much on each other. Thim just won the Onslaught Title, and both these guy should be focused on that. Attitude Adjuster, Niles Anderson, and Johnny Adrenaline are sitting backstage as AA is getting ready for his match.]
AA: Damn it, I got a Quizno's commercial spot to shoot, and I'm stuck here having to beat up on Eric O'Mac again?
JA: Just make it quick, man. You got plenty of time to make that flight.
AA: Well yeah, but on top of that, we gotta watch Niles' back later, so it's not like I can just take off...
NA: Alan, look... [stands up] I'm covered. Make your flight, so I won't have to hear your whining about it next week. [Niles leaves.]
JA: This Canada tour's a bitch, ain't it? Having to fly back and forth between here and the Emerald Coast...
AA: Wasn't Oz from there?
JA: Man, no. That was the Emerald City. The Emerald Coast... Panama City? You know, where we played golf last week instead of helping with the hurricane cleanup?
AA: Oh... Man, why don't you play tennis? I mean, playing a round with Chris DiMarco and Sergio Garcia was nice and all, but I'd rather get my ass handed to me by Maria Sharpova on the hard court, man.
JA: I don't know. I mean, I live on a golf course, and besides, that whole tennis racket thing... that's Cornette's gimmick.
AA: [stands up] All right, let's get this over with.
JA: Okay. Hey, I'muh grab a sandwich.
AA: Well, make it quick, in case, well, you know... FIRECHILD vs. SERAPH The bell rings and the two men move to the center of the ring but nothing seems to happen until Seraph, almost imperceptibly, nods his head . . . the two lock up and spend a good 30 seconds in a test of strength shoving match that takes them all around the ring until finally with Seraph pinned to a turnbuckle Firechild gives a clean break . . . Again Seraph nods and the two lock up, this time Firechild moves Seraph into a standing headlock and the pair move into a great display of chain wrestling and counter moves - both men attempting suplex's but again, both managing to just weasel/flip out of them. The end of this sequence finally comes after Firechild successfully hits a snap suplex, after looking like he was going for a roll-up, but fails to cover simply allowing Seraph to get to his feet once more. They lock up again and Seraph immediately turns Firechild around and whips him into the ropes. Firechild comes off into a flying clothesline which Seraph manages to duck but Firechild manages to roll through the dive and spring back off the opposite ropes. This time Firechild is ready for the Seraph counter and baseball slides under his legs but Seraph simply leans down, grabs a leg and applies a half Boston crab. Somehow Firechild manages to fight/roll out of the move and the two square up in the middle of the ring once more. As they are about to lock up again Seraph walks over to Firechild and takes his head gently in both hands. Firechild's eyes looks glazed over and Seraph is saying something to him quietly . . . after about 20 seconds Firechild nods and simply lies down on the mat. Seraph covers and the ref counts a rather confused one, two three . . . WINNER in 7:06 Seraph Ross: Another great match from our Onslaught Division!
Razz: Even I’m impressed.
CD: As you should be. These are the best of the best in that ring, and that’s why I’m sending out a challenge to both Thim and Entity…whoever walks away with the title tonight, I want you in a match!
THIM REYNOLDS vs. UNCLE ENTITY The two circle each other then lock up. Entity gets the advantage to start with an overhead wrist lock, Thim reverses it into a side head lock, Entity sends him to the ropes, coming back Thim takes Entity down with a shoulder block. Thim bounds off the ropes again, Entity drops to the mat, Thim steps over, hits the far ropes, Entity tries a hip toss, Thim reverses it and throws Entity across the ring. Thim backs to the ropes setting up for a running clothesline, Jesse Garron grabs his ankle just long enough to distract him, Thim turns his attention away from Entity for a moment, and when he turns back around, Entity connects with a super kick to the jaw. Thim hits the mat and Entity makes the cover, Thim kicks out at two. Both men up to their feet Entity hits a vertical suplex and floats over when they crash to the mat, another two count. Entity pulls Thim up and tries a whip, Thim reverses it and tries a knee to the midsection, but Entity reverses it into a roll up, Thim kicks out at two and grabs Entity’s foot as he gets up and pulls him to the mat. Thim grapevines Entity’s legs and applies the Rings of Saturn, Entity is nearly at the ropes when Thim breaks the hold and pulls him back to the center of the ring and tries for the Reflex-o-lock Entity blocks the Reflex-o-lock with a thumb to the eye and tugs at the elbow pad, loosening it to the point where it's barely on TR's hand. UE tries a side suplex, and TR elbows out one time, but UE stays with it and gets him over on the second try. On impact, the elbow pad comes off of TR's hand. UE sees it and goes to grab it, but TR gets him from behind with a modified bulldog, Reynolds picks up the elbow pad, but UE kicks it away, right into the hands of Jesse Garron. Jesse tosses it back to UE, but TR takes him down with a leg sweep before he can catch it. The elbow pad falls right into TR's grasp. Reynolds puts it on and goes for the ADJUSTOR~! But UE twists out and gets to the ropes, TR tugs UE away however and cinches it on, and UE struggles for a moment, then his eyes glaze over and the ref calls for the bell. WINNER in 12:21 and STILL Onslaught Champion: Thim Reynolds Ross: My god! What an amazing win for Thim!
Razz: He’s got the gold, he’s got the girls, he’s got everything a man could want.
CD: Well he’s got the gold for now. But once I am medically cleared Razz, he won’t hold the title for wrong.
Ross: Strong words from Dragon after a strong match!
Razz: Speaking of strong, up next The Beast tries to rebound from losing two matches in one night.
CD: And it won’t be easy.
Razz: What do you mean it won’t be easy? He’s against Mark Vander.
CD: A lot of people think Vander does this for the money and fame. The truth is he has a lot of passion and you need that in this business.
Ross: You need a lot of guts to go against Beast as well! Let’s get to the action!
MARK VANDER vs. BEAST Beast looks a little awkward and doesn’t get out of the corner when the bell rings. Vander goes to check on him, but takes advantage of the opportunity and puts Beast in a small package. It gets 1 ½, and whatever trance Beast was in has been snapped. He extends his hand and Vander warily looks at it, and they shake without incident. Lockup to start and Vander is thrown across the ring. Beast takes a look at his chest and arms and smiles. Second lockup ends with the same result, and now Beast is very happy and flexing to everyone in the crowd, which is met with some boos. Vander waits for Beast to turn around and hits him with a few right hands. Irish whip is reversed by Beast, Vander off the ropes, ducks the clothesline, and nails Beast with a flying jalapeno. A bounce off the ropes ends in a ground level dropkick; Vander is certainly on the move. Marky Mark picks Beast up and hits a couple elbows, sending Beast into the corner. Irish whip is reversed and Vander hits the corner hard. Beast charges, Vander gets the boot up, then mounts the second rope and hits a beautiful looking bulldog. Cover gets two. Vander tries to pull Beast up again, but the big guy powers out and hits a sick looking soup bone before chopping Vander against the ropes. A little crowd posing for Beast, and then he follows up with an Irish whip and a nice looking power slam. Vander is motionless. Beast uncharacteristically climbs the top rope and waits to hit what some would call a double axe handle, but Beast misjudges his jumping ability and whiffs on it as Vander easily steps aside. Drop toe-hold brings the big man to his knees, and Vander applies a painful looking arm bar. Beast stands up though, but Vander counters that into a single-armed DDT. He goes for the cover, but Donovan Viper makes his way to the ring and distracts Vander. Vander releases the arm bar and nails Viper in the chin with a dropkick. Suddenly, Hardbody Harris (with a BEASTLY look in his eye) sneaks up from the crowd and grabs a chair. As the ref is telling Viper to leave, Hardbody brains Vander with one swing and pulls the unconscious Beast across Vander. Vander is out cold, and the 1-2-3 is academic. The crowd doesn’t know what to think, and when Beast wakes up he eyes Hardbody, who is at the top of the ramp clapping and saying something about Beast really being the superior wrestler. WINNER IN 15:21 BEAST Razz: See I told you Dragon!
CD: And like I told you, Beast had to work hard for that.
Ross: Up next is stellar tag-team action.
Razz: What’s so stellar about Jack and Gator? Those guys haven’t won in a long time.
CD: I actually agree with that. I’m not too sure if all their backstage antics are paying off,
because they are a team badly in need of a victory
3PIECE SET vs. OUTBACK JACK & GATORBAIT OBJ and Chris Cole start things off. Some classic mat wrestling gets things going, and OBJ gets the best of Cole every time. Frustrated, Cole tags in Axe-Man, and he tries to take it to Jack. No luck for him either, so he goes back and tags Cole. But instead of going back into his corner, both Cole and Axe-Man rush OBJ and beat him to the ground. GatorBait jumps in and throws Axe-Man off, and the two head outside the ring to brawl. Gator slams Ax into the ring steps and then slingshots him into the pole. That should make things fair for a few minutes. In the ring, OBJ has regained control and hits two arm drags and a nice looking sidewalk slam on Cole. He doesn’t bust that move out enough. An Irish whip and Cole eats a Big Boot, and we all know an OBJ Big Boot is Australian for PAIN. Tag to GatorBait, who is anxious for some real action. OBJ exposes Cole’s ribs, and as Gator gets in a nice kick sends Cole to his knees. Scoop slam connects. Gator goes to the ropes for momentum, but Axe-Man is there to trip him up, and of course the ref doesn’t see it because he’s too busy talking to OBJ for some reason. Idiot ref. While Gator is down, Cole manages to crawl his way to the corner and let Ax come in, who quickly takes control with a few elbow strikes and a standing dropkick. An abdominal stretch adds insult to injury, and Gator is hurting now. The crowd starts clapping and their energy transfers to GatorBait, who hip tosses Ax and leaps to the awaiting OBJ. He’s a house a-fire, hitting requisite clotheslines on both Cole and Ax-Man, not once, not twice, but thrice. Ax, though, is the legal man, and he eats a head butt. For some reason, though, a Panda comes strolling down the ring and everyone looks oddly at it. Pandas are rare in Canada. While everyone is distracted, though, Firechild sneaks out from under the ring and hands Ax-Man a baseball bat with chicken wire and some thumbtacks taped to it.. Ax plays possum, but when OBJ goes to pick him up, he splatters absolutely KABONGS OBJ with it. Gator is too busy with Cole and the Panda and didn’t see what happened, allowing the ref to count the easy 1-2-3 WINNER IN 25:58 3 Piece Set Ross: Once again, another crushing defeat for Jack and Gator. They need to get it together.
Razz: Yeah, they need to stop losing…they’re gonna give poor Wally a heart attack!
Ross: Well we go from one team that is suffering to Dragon’s former tag team partner.
CD: And I hope Eric kicks AA’s head right of his shoulders.
Razz: Don’t hold back, tell us how you REALLY feel.
CD: It’s simple; Niles and AA are a bunch off worthless pieces of…”
Ross: I’m gonna have to cut you off before we get in trouble with the censors! Up next…Eric O’Mac vs. Double A!
ATTITUDE ADJUSTER vs. ERIC O’MAC After being screwed out of a win last week, EOM jumps AA at the bell. AA bails to the floor, but EOM follows with a spin kick from the apron. EOM sends AA to the stairs, then rolls him back in. Somersault leg drop gets two. AA crawls up and rests on the ropes, but EOM comes from behind and dumps him to the floor again, then follows out with a suicide dive, sending both men to the guardrail. EOM drops AA on the guardrail one time, then rolls him back into the ring. AA begs off in the corner, but goes to the eyes to buy some time. AA goes in to attack, but gets mule kicked back into the corner. AA grabs the ref and begins arguing over nothing, allowing Johnny Adrenaline to run down, slide in, and whack EOM one time with a golf club. Johnny quickly slides out the other side, hops into the crowd, and steals a front row seat from a guy, taking his sandwich from him in the process. AA makes the cover, one... two... but EOM gets a shoulder up. AA stomps away, then sends EOM to the corner. AA chokes away using the tag rope, and the ref breaks. AA continues to control the tempo with a mixture of mat work and cheating. AA hotshots EOM across the top rope, leaving EOM teetering on the top rope on his stomach. AA moves in again, but the ref stops him, allowing Johnny to hop back from the crowd and get a cheap closed fist on EOM. AA rolls EOM up from behind, puts his feet on the ropes for leverage, one... two... and EOM is out again. AA clearly is getting frustrated. AA looks for the claw, but EOM blocks it by grabbing AA's hand, and floors AA with a high standing side kick. EOM hits a Lionsault for two. EOM looks for a Northern Lights suplex, but AA blocks, so EOM opts for the old inverted atomic drop instead. Then a second one. And a third one. Cross body block gets another two count for EOM. As EOM gets up, AA grabs an inside cradle with a handful of tights. One... two... but EOM rolls thru and gets the cover himself. One... two... and AA kicks out. Leg sweep puts AA down, and EOM goes up top. Johnny's seen enough, hops the rail and grabs the chair from the timekeeper, then slides in. But before the ref can do anything, L.D. Williams runs in from the back and spears Adrenaline out of his boots. The distraction is enough for AA to shake the top rope, crotching EOM in the corner. As LDW and JA brawl to the floor, AA grabs the chair and is free to use it, as the official is trying to get LDW and JA away from the ring. AA turns around, and EOM comes off the top with a missile dropkick, into the chair, and AA is out like a light. EOM makes the cover; the referee gets back to the ring. One, two, three. WINNER in 13:53: Eric O'Mac CD: Ah, there’s not a whole lot better then AA getting his ass handed to him!
Razz: You know, we’re all supposed to be unbiased announcers.
CD: And when the hell have you ever been unbiased? Hell, the only reason you like Niles is because he gets you free subs.
Razz: Hey!
CD: shut up fat boy….wooooooo!
Ross: Dragon, that might be gimmick infringement!
CD: I don’t care about that. And I also don’t care about Microplay either.
Razz: You’re just pissed because he broke your neck.
CD: That’s funny, I was pretty sure I injured myself.
Ross: Enough bickering! Hardbody Harris is up next!
MICROPLAY vs. HARDBODY HARRIS Before the match, Microplay glares at Hardbody. Not satisfied, he walks up closer and stares into his eyes, then promptly turns around, shakes his head in a “no, no, no” manner, and starts to leave the ring. Hardbody, though, will have none of this, and screams “I AM HARDBODY HARRIS, THE #1 BEST GUY IN THE OOWF” before smashing his forearm against Microplay’s back. He drags Microplay back in the ring, knees him in the gut, and starts pounding away at Microplay, and Microplay is bleeding. The ref pulls Hardbody off and Hardbody just kind of paces around the ring until MP starts stirring. HH goes over to MP, who hits a surprise small package for a two count, but is still dazed. HH pulls Microplay’s hair and brings him to a standing position, hitting a standing suplex and then a couple of stomps. He goes to pick MP up again, but MP counters in a double leg takedown and then a big head butt to the abdomen. He locks in an odd leg breaker maneuver, and after a good minute HH finally reaches the ropes, but he’s obviously in agony. MP is easily in control. An Irish whip is reversed, but MP leapfrogs HH but can’t avoid eating a back body drop. Canvas taste good. Pulled up, a couple punches, then, HH sets MP up on the ropes. Superplex is blocked, and MP hits a wicked top rope face buster. His ass hurts, but HH’s nose hurts more. Ref starts the 10 count, but MP is up at seven. Cover gets two. Second cover gets two. MP climbs the second rope and tries a cross body, but Hardbody catches him and snake eyes him on the rope. For some reason, HH stands behind MP as the first world champion gets to his feet. A big clubbing blow hits MP, who falls to one knee and turns around. HH looks at his arm in astonishment, shouting something about “THAT IS FUCKING PATHETIC!” and fuming. MP takes the opportunity to clock HH right in the jaw and then drive an elbow into his face. He quickly climbs the top rope and hits a BIG TOP ROPE SPLASH! The cover seems academic at this point, but The Beast is out from the crowd and puts HH’s feet on the ropes. MP is livid, and jaws at Beast, who doesn’t know his own strength and shoves MP hard into the referee. The ref falls down, but isn’t out. The Beast hits a TO BE EDITED IN LATER on MP and pulls Hardbody’s…uh, body on top of Microplay and heads up the ramp happy. The ref pulls himself over, but suddenly MP and HH switch positions. MP is unconscious but on top, and the ref counts three. Microplay wins, but doesn’t get up. Instead, HH stands up and mouths, “Well, I guess I suck. Yes, Hardbody sucks.” Beast hits a cameraman in disgust. There’s more to come from these two, but Microplay had this match won handily. WINNER in 23:15 Microplay Razz: How’d you like that! Microplay just beat the number one face in the OOWF!
CD: Why don’t you shut up before the number one Dragon in the OOWF kicks your ass!
Ross: Up next is another of Dragon’s former allies The UnderDawg!
CD: That’s right; he’ll be teaming with wCw to take on Viper and The Devil’s Brigade.
Razz: This is going to be good! There’s no chance the Donovan and his boys will lose.
CD: Oh their not his “boys”…more like his bitches!
Ross: Did you guys bleep that? No? Shit!
CD: Let’s get to the match Ross
CORAX, DONOVAN VIPER & THE DEVIL’S BRIGADE vs. wCw & UNDERDAWG wCw and UD clean house and DV’s team regroups on the outside as the ref rings the bell. TW and Corax start things off with a few arm wringers and hammer lock reversals before Corax arm drags TW out of his boots. TW gives him a golf clap, before locking up and hitting an arm drag of his own into a cross arm breaker. Corax is quick to the ropes and tags in HC who immediately exerts his size advantage. He brutalizes TW some heavy punches, a head butt, and a corner avalanche. He taunts UD, and turns around into spinning heel kick. HC prevents the tag however and launches TW across the ring with a military press throw. TO tagged in and the tag partners work TW over while DV keeps the ref occupied. Everyone on the team cycles out, each hitting a big move before tagging back. TBD hit double spine buster, Corax kills him with a sick reverse neck breaker, then holds him up for DV’s DEATH ELBOW~!!! JW and Capellan will their buddy on as DV works the chin lock and tells UD “you ain’t shit” TW fires up, and takes DV down with a modified stunner. Lunging tag to JW who cross checks DV out of the ring. Clotheslines for HC and TO and a huge back body drop for Corax, who also catches a moonsault from Capellan. HC levels JW from behind with a clothesline and hauls him back out so TO can drop him with the left hook. DV back in, but JW manages to roll the shoulder. Meanwhile, Corax is tossed into the crowd and he and UD are brawling. This distracts the ref long enough for the other six men to ignore the rules and beat the crap out of one another. HC and JW exchange blows, while Capellan keeps TO off his game with some fancy arm drags and take downs. DV eats a FACE PLANT~!!! from TW and rolls out to the outside. Corax escapes UD after choking him with some mic cables and gets back in the ring. Remarkably, the ref hasn’t thrown this out yet. Corax hits a reverse DDT on TW. Meanwhile, HC power bombs JW to the floor and Capellan takes TO out with a reverse spinning heel kick. HC and Corax toss JW back into the ring and DV goes to work on him. Some more frequent tags until JW fights his way back into it and hits a desperation exploder suplex on DV. UD in and DV scrambles back to his corner. HC takes the tag and the slobber knocking begins. HC actually takes advantage, but his shoulder tackle doesn’t take the Big Dawg down. He attempts it again, but UD goozles him. HC pushed aside as DV sneaks in, but turns tail when UD focuses in on him. HC uses the distraction to blindside UD and after an Irish whip, floors the Big Dawg with a flying shoulder tackle. Stomps and choking in the rope put HC in charge but UD fights back and hits a couple of corner clothesline before his big boot attempt is ducked and TO drops him with the left hook o’ doom. HC tags in the suddenly confident DV and DV chokes and stomps away at UD, taunting him the whole time. When he goes to slap UD, UD replies with a big time upper cut and that brings in the troops. HC, TO and JW tumble to the outside. Corax murders a kneeling UD with a shining wizard before getting press slammed to the outside by TW and Capellan. TW hits HC with the somersault tope and Capellan lands on everyone but Corax with a cross body. It’s a car wreck out there, but it’s down to only two people in the ring. DV backs right into UD and mouths “Oh shit” before walking away. UD grabs his arm and pulls him into a major league clothesline. DV is scrambling to get out of the ring, but the Big Dawg hits a Boss man straddle, then pulls DV back in for a choke slam. He slashes the throat, but Corax comes off top with a missile drop kick to the back. DV is up and they team up on UD, but he quickly turns the tides and clotheslines them both. He then choke slams Corax straight to hell or somewhere in the vicinity. DV sneaks in a blow to the back of the head and sets up the SIDEWINDER~!!! but UD counters immediately into the FIRE PLUG DRIVER~!!! Corax is out and TBD are contained by wCw as the ref counts the pin fall. WINNERS in 37:14 wCw & UnderDawg UnderDawg pulls Viper out of the ring and they continue to brawl around the ring. Corax slowly gets to his feet, and as he does, a masked man dressed in black hits the ring and DESTROYS Corax with a Psycho Driver! It looks like Corax neck is nearly broken. TDB and Donovan Viper try to get the masked man, but he escapes though the crowd before they can get him. Razz: That is not right! UnderDawg should be locked away for what he just did!
CD: You might be over reacting. Besides, Viper isn’t close to being a saint.
Razz: and who the hell is this masked guy that keeps attacking Corax?
CD: Well it appears that Corax is receiving his punishment for something he has done; gee I wonder what that could be?
Razz: Just what we need, another guy running around punishing people for their sins, isn’t one Seraph enough?
Ross: Another man who has sinned in the past is Moosehead Jack.
Razz: And he is paying for those sins now! Would you want to spend that much time with Concrete?
Ross: Well Concrete sure is goofier then a pet coon!
CD: Yeah, but when you’ve got a shot at OOWF World Tag Team Titles, you’ve got to be serious.
FF CAPSLOCK & STANK vs. MOOSEHEAD JACK & CONCRETE TG CTG offers a handshake to the champs as the bell sounds. FFC and Stank, while amused, take the handshake. CTG then encourages MHJ to do the same, and MHJ grudgingly offers a handshake of his own. Stank takes it, and MHJ takes his head off with a short arm clothesline. FFC goes after CTG, but Concrete fights him off. MHJ stomps away at Stank in the corner, then rolls out to the floor and chokes him out using the bottom rope. CTG takes FFC down with a drop toehold, then hits a leg drop to the back of the head. MHJ works Stank over with a series of punches, all illegal closed fists. CTG tries to lock the Scaffold on FFC, but can't get the big man in position. FFC powers out and then clobbers CTG with a body tackle. Finally, the referee is able to get control of the match, sending Moose back to his corner, and things settle down. The champs work over CTG in their corner with their usual power set. Double avalanche in the corner puts CTG down and Stank gets a two count. As CTG crawls up, Stank pounds away with double axe handle blows to the back. MHJ hops in illegally and gets a few shots in on Stank, trying to buy CTG some time to get a tag, but Stank tags out, and FFC takes CTG down again with a stiff clothesline. Splash gets two for FFC. Tag back to Stank, and they both hit splashes in succession, and Stank covers, but MHJ breaks it up. Tag back to FFC, and he looks to finish with a power bomb, but CTG grabs on at the peak and pounds away at FFC's head, then takes the big man down with a hurricanrana. And we have a race. Tag to Stank, but CTG gets the tag to Moose as well. MHJ kicks Stank right in the groin to immediately take advantage. MHJ punches away, then drops Stank with a Russian leg sweep. Moose chokes him out and the ref breaks it. MHJ gets a cheap shot on FFC, then hits a DDT on Stank. One... two... and Stank kicks out. MHJ looks for the pile driver on Stank, but Stank shoves him into the corner. But from the other corner, CTG flies back in with a cross body. FFC is back in and grabs hold of CTG. Again, he lifts CTG up for the power bomb, but this time MHJ hits him with the heart punch. FFC falls back, but it sends CTG flying to the floor, and he crashes hard into the guardrail. MHJ looks back to Stank and goes for the pile driver again. He struggles to get the big man up. MHJ pounds on the back, but can't get it. He tries one more time to get Stank up, but Stank backdrops out of it into a waterwheel drop, landing flat on Moose. One, two, three and the champions retain. WINNERS in 19:44 FF Capslock & Stank Ross: Wow. I’d have to imagine that Moose will not be happy about that lost!
CD: Not to take anything away from FFC & Stank, but Concrete and Moose just are not on the same page. Moose has basically turned into a made for TV watered down version of his former self.
Razz: Well somebody who is not watered down is Mikey Styner! The undefeated Mikey Styner!
CD: Has Mikey ever drunk water? Or does that just get in the way of his eating everything in sight?
Ross: Well say what you will about the big man, but Blackdragon will have to be careful or he will lose his Intercontinental Title.
BLACKDRAGON vs. MIKEY STYNER They lock up to begin and MS easily over powers BD, tossing him aside. BD rolls back to his feet quickly and goes back to the lock up. Same result. Another lock up, but BD drops down and picks an ankle. From there he works over the leg with various knee and ankle locks to varying degrees of success. MS manages to kick BD away and level him with a clothesline. Mud hole stomping in the corner and a boot choke put MS in control. He drags BD to his feet and hammers him with a clubbing forearm to the sternum before bealing him across the ring. BD staggers to his feet only to eat a big boot. Huge leg drop gets MS a two count. He hauls BD to his feet, but BD grabs his head and gives him a jaw breaker and immediately follows up with a super kick that staggers him into the ropes. Rope climb Shining Wizard slumps the big man, and a drop kick sends him through the middle ropes and to the outside. MS picks himself up just as BD slingshots over the ropes and takes MS over with a hurricarrana. BD stomps away at MS then blasts him in the face with a front drop kick that slams the back of his head in the guard rail. BD rolls in to break the count. BD chops and kicks away at MS until MS rakes the eyes and hot shots him into the guard rail. He whips BD back first into the apron and follows up with a side slam on the ring steps. MS hauls BD back into the ring and brutalizes him with an array of shoulder tackles to the back, a back breaker across the knee, and a sit-down argentine back breaker. Unfortunately for the big man, BD still manages to kick out at 2. MS gets a little cocky, and BD shoots the leg and manages to lock in a leg lace ankle lock, but MS makes the ropes quickly. BD follows up by driving his knee into the mat and pulling him up for a Dragon Screw Leg whip. Attempt at a Figure Four is thwarted, and MS kicks him away in the turnbuckles. MS charges blindly and BD side steps him. BD then nearly blows out his back with a release German Suplex. Gritting his teeth, he slashes his thumb across his throat and gingerly climbs the turnbuckles MS recovers however and meets him up there. BD shoves him off, but MS somehow lands on his feet, only to crumple down after the abuse his leg took. Diving head butt misses and MS hits the huge splash across his tortured back. Miraculously, the IC champ rolls the shoulder at 2. MS measures BD for a big boot, but BD drops down and blasts MS in the gut with a spin kick before dropping him with a DDT. BD slow to cover and only gets a two. Both men up and after BD gets the better of a choppy-punchy exchange, he runs right into a spine buster. BD is twitching in the middle of the ring and MS runs the ropes, setting up for the dreaded CHEST COMPRESSOR~!!! BD rolls out of the way at the last moment, then maneuvers behind the still seated behemoth and locks in a Dragon Sleeper with a body scissors. MS fights, but BD bridges back, yanking the rookie’s neck back as well and he is forced to tap. WINNER in 12:22 Blackdragon Ross: And that ends Styner’s streak!
CD: Well it’s always a good thing when a Dragon wins.
Razz: Don’t we have rules about Dragon’s wearing gold? It’s just tacky.
CD: You better hope they give me my medical clearance soon!
Ross: Speaking of medical releases, the next match is sure to be brutal. Niles Anderson looks to defend his OOWF World Heavyweight Title against Chris Alt.
Razz: Niles is the man! There’s no chance he will win!
CD: The thing that you are forgetting is there’s no getting in or out of the cage, which means this match will be one on one! This won’t be for the weak of heart!
Ross: Anderson…Alt…Hell In A Cell…NEXT!
NILES ANDERSON vs. CHRIS ALT – Hell In The Cell CA eyes the demonic structure and smirks as he enters. NA comes out alone and holds up his title as he gets nose to nose with CA. NA shoves CA and CA responds with a solid right hand to the jaw. The bell rings and CA is a flurry of punches to start. NA bails to the outside, and CA hits the suicide dive through the ropes, crashing NA into the steel. CA acknowledges the cheers before grating NA’s face against the cell. No blood yet, but those indentions in his skin can’t feel too good. NA stumbles away but has enough wits about him counter a bull dog attempt into a ring post assisted low blow. It’s all NA from here. He launches CA into the cell three times before grinding his face into it and drop kicking him in the back of the head. He fishes around under the ring and retrieves a chair, but CA manages to drop kick him in the knee. He blasts NA in the head with the chair, NA face first on the chair, and drops a leg from the apron. Cover gets two and now NA is a bloody mess. More brawling back in forth until CA peppers in a few arm drags and a hurricarrana. NA manages to counter the SPINAL CONTUSION~!!! by lifting CA on his back and driving him into the turnbuckles three times then falling back on him. CA kicks out of the ensuing pin fall, and NA rolls out for a breather. CA is out to meet him but NA puts an end to his brief rally with a toe trip into the stairs and immediately follows up by pounding his face into the stairs until he too is sporting a crimson mask. NA ups the violence with a Singapore cane that just happen to be under the ring and begins wearing CA out and even hits him with a Cane assisted Russian Leg Sweep on the floor. NA signals that this is it and pulls CA up for the STEED DT~!!! CA rolls the shoulder at 2 and NA is beside himself. Grabbing the chair, he maneuver is in place and goes for a second, deadlier version, but CA counters with a Northern Lights suplex for 2. NA crawls away and CA lines up for a spear. NA turns around and is crushed between the cell and CA’s body. NA slumps down in the corner, and CA falls back. CA staggers to his feet and but NA cuts him off with a low blow and a hard Irish whip into the cell. NA then shoulders the discard ring steps and charges at CA. CA ducks and the combined weight of the steps and NA rips the bolt free from the post, CA grabs NA, but NA thumbs him in the eye and slides through the narrow opening. CA staggers through as well and all hell breaks loose as CA gets the better of NA and slices his head with the jagged edges of the opening. NA calls for time out but CA ain’t having it and pounds away at his torn flesh. NA manages to pull CA’s tights and drive him face first into the announce table. NA starts climbing the cell, and CA is after him. They take turns banging each other’s heads into the cell and just when it looks like NA is too dazed to hang on, here’s AA and JA for the rescue JA swings for the greens with a well placed shot to CA’s kidneys. AA helps NA down, then he and AA grab CA and power bomb him from the cell through the announce table. AA is helping NA up when suddenly HH jumps the barricade and puts both men down with a clothesline. JA turns around and has his club pried from his hands. HH then tees off on his testicles, and let’s just say Johnny will be singing a different tune for a while. HH lines up NA, but NA ducks and CA takes the shot right to the cheek bone. AA musters up enough energy to wrestling a distraught HH down and NA hits the STEED DT~!!! for the blood-soaked victory. WINNER in 41:19 Niles Anderson Ross: My god!
Razz: I think both of them are dead!
Ross: Capps was supposed to be GONE!
CD: Until you enter that ring, until you hold that OOWF title…you don’t understand the price a man is willing to pay to be champion.
Ross: Folks, it’s been some night. For Razz and Canadian Dragon, I’m Ross, GOODNIGHT!
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