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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 12, 2008 16:55:19 GMT -5
Stank is walking down the hall when he spies Harper Camby standing just outside wCw's lockeroom. Camby's back is to Stank and he appears to be rigging wCw's door with some sort of device. Stank holds his title belt in both hands and is rearing up, ready to strike Camby from behind. FFC shows up then walks up behind Stank whispering.
FFC - Don't do it Stank
Stank - What? Why? Stay out of this Lock. It's time for payback.
FFC - But that was in a two WEEK old thread and don't you know in today's day and age that incidents like that are dropped from storylines when the writers run out of ideas.
Stank - The IDEA is payback for the Devil's Brigade attacking me while the rest of y'all were enjoying fan appreciation day without telling me.
FFC - Don't you have email? Besides we don't need to rile up the Devil's Brigade.
Stank pulls FFC down the hall out of earshot of Camby.
Stank - What about ME getting riled up! I'm supposed to just leave my retribution HALF done?
FFC - What do you mean half?
Stank - I already punked out Harper's little partner. I OWE Camby a beatin.
FFC - Look, the LAST thing we need is the Devil's Brigade interfering in our match against the Aussies. OBJ and Gator are HUNGRY and that makes them dangerous. We've already got our hands full with them and it's unfortunate that we had to debute our finisher on Wally cause you sure could use a stress reduction seminar.
Stank mulls this over then pulls out his cellphone
Stank - The least I can do is warn wCw about their door.
FFC - No... We need to stay out of that business and tend to our own, besides if any of them happen to be watching a monitor they see what Camby is up to. Fortunately this cameraman was following you, documenting your every move.
Stank mulls this over
Stank - I'm going to go see the Rick. Only he can... 0.o!!
FFC - You look like you've been hanging around Concrete to much. What are you looking at?
Stank - Did you see that?
FFC - What? I didn't see nothin. Wait... what's that noise?
Stank - Over there.
FFC turns to see the tail end of a vehicle with dark blue treads as it disappears around a corner.
FFC - Was that?
Stank - Skeletor?
Stank and FFC follow Skeletor's vehicle around the corner. They witness Skeletor as he dismounts and orders a sandwich at Flair's table. Johnny Adreneline and Attitude Adjuster are there as well.
JA - Put some cucumbers on it.
AA - Yeah and add some sprouts.
JA - Yeah then toast that baby.
Skeletor - YOU FOOLS! Sweet Onion Teriyaki is supposed to be heated in a MICROWAVE not TOASTED in an OVEN!
JA - Hey Skullface. You can have YOUR OWN sandwich anyway you like. As for me I want it this way.
Flair - WHOOOO! Here you go!
AA -By the power of Greyskull... I HAVE THE SANDWICH!!
Stank and FFC watch the scene with their mouths agape.
Stank - Now... I've seen everything.
FFC - Wh... Why is Johnny holding a kitchen sink?
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 12, 2008 16:55:40 GMT -5
Seraph is walking down the corridor presumably on his way to cut a kick-ass promo on Entity from the ring when coming aroung a corner he bumps into - himself?!?
For a moment Seraph's expression changes from serenity to bewilderment. As he looks the person up and down realizing upon closer inpection that Gimmickman is for some unknown reason dressed up as Seraph. The two men stand and stare at eachother for about 30 seconds without saying a word when Seraph notices something in Gimmickman's hand - it's a microwaved sweet onion chicken teryaki on white. Gimmick man places the sandwich in Seraph's hands and leans in close to whisper something in Seraph's ear.
GM: You don't understand - I know that you don't - but in 10 seconds... you will.
With that gimmick man dissapears into the shadows and as Seraph turns to watch him leave out of the corner of his eye he catches a firghtening figure cloaked in blue and purple coming at him with surprising speed. Before he can react he is clobbered by a kitchen sink wielding Skeletor!
SK: That will teach you to steal with my sandwich you imputent fool!
After a few kicks for good measure Skeletor drops Johnny's kitchen sink on Seraph's head and takes his sandwich back to the land shark. Leaving Seraph in a pool of blood and sweet onion sauce.
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 12, 2008 16:56:03 GMT -5
::Soul Dragon and Random come into the building looking around. Random gives his greetings, err and Soul's gretings as well as they make it to the locker room. Soul goes his locker and pulls out his wrestlign gear and goes to the back to put it on in privacy. Random sits down waiting when a sexy female journalist walks in with a camera guy.
SFJ #233 : Hi Random..where is Soul?
RAG: Gettin changed what do you want with him?
SFJ #233: Just a few answers, hmm wehavent put you two on camera in a while have we?
RAG: No...we really didnt mind though...
SFJ #233: Well, does he still thinks of uhm when Morte turned on him?
RAG: Pft...think about it..uhm he had matches against the guy every week since the incident how can he forget? Ha I'm not suppose to tell you but...he is going to wait until everyone forgets completely and completely destroy him....
SFJ #233: [eye brow goes up in curiousity] oh?
RAG: Yes..see look...let me show you....
::He goes over to Soul's bag and pulls out a Concrete lock that has a Green M on it and show it to her::
RAG: He told me he is going to take Morte's Soul with this...he is going to use a whole new Fininshing manuever to put him through this...and end him....for good....::H elooks to the sdie to make sure SOul Dragon was not around:: He calls it the 'Soul Snatcher. He says one tast of this move and the victim souls will become his to own and his to feed to his malevolenced Crab....Citizen snips....
SFJ #233: Uhm....wow....and does he want you telling me this on camera where Morte can find out about this?
RAG:......burn the damn tape......edit it out do something....
SFJ #233: we will try......
::Random puts the block up and Soul come out fully dresssed inhis green attire, showing off his perfect abs and muscular structure that fits his style of wrestling::
Soul:...oh a journalist...what business to you have with the dragon of souls?
SFJ #233: Yes yes...uhm...question..question...ah yes....about Mo-err uhm Mercury do you liek having him as a tag team member?
Soul: Hmm...I dont mind it....well I need to have a talk with him...if we are going to be partners and even possibly, if we can make it up there, Tag Team Champs, then we'll have to learn a bit more team work manuvers, stragedies, and all the sort. Hmm never really thought about it going big in the tag team division.hmm maybe I'll need to, get a good tast of gold again before I set off for a singles championship. That would look good on my record, two time tag team champion....hmm nice...
SFJ #233: Uhm yes..well onto the last question...How do you feel about being defeated by the establishment three times in a row?
::Soul Dragon closes his eyes, running his fingers through his green dyed hair. After a few seconds of silence he pushes the cameraman down, Random grabbing the camera. SFJ #233 screams as Soul Dragon beats the living hell out of the cameraman. Soul goes to his locker and ppulls out a concret block and sets it in the middle of the room and takes the cameraman limp body and hooks an arm under each of his arms pulling him upin a chick wing manner, the cameraman's leg arch up to soul's sides. he then pushes the cm's head downward into a piledriver position whiel comign down driving the Cm's face into the concrete block shattering it also knocking him out cold soul get up and grabs the camera::
Soul: A Messege from me to the establishment......Defeat Soul and Mercury......no more
::He does Raven's pose and the lights go out a single beam of green light going down his left eye and a manical laugh::
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 12, 2008 16:56:26 GMT -5
## The camera follows Thim as he knocks on the door of theRicks office and walks in
T: morning theRick, you asked to see me?
tR: yes I did. What's all these rumors about you turning heel at Territorial Beatings??
T: eh, heel, what's that then?
tR: don't play dumb with me Thim, everyone knows that there's something going on . . . I think we're all just waiting to see exactly what game you're playing
T: I'm not playing any games theRick . . . I've finally got to the top of the mountain and won the most coveted Championship in the OOWF and I'm enjoying some of the financial benefits
tR: yea, I can see. Nice suit by the way.
T: thanks.
tR: OK, but apart from that, what's the deal with this new entrance? New video, new music, huge pyro and moveable staging . . . and you're paying for it all yourself?? How much is that costing you everytime you come out?
T: enough . . . but it's worth every penny. That new entrance just makes me feel special, like a winner, like the Champion I am.
tR: rrright, and then there's this finisher you've started using, The Adjustment?? What the hell are you playing at with that? No one take some of these superstars down that quickly, no one. What the hell are you playing at Thim?
T: nothing really!! It's just like I keep telling people, I've done some research and found some highly sensitive pressure points which I've been able to take advantage of.
tR: hmmmm, well look. As you mentioned the Onslaught Championship it a high profile championship because we're much stricter on the rules, winners have to wrestle their way to victory. I can't have the holder of that belt be abusing the rules. Think what would happen if you were caught cheating?? Think what a mockery it would make of the belt.
T: yea well don't worry about it theRick, there's no way that's going to happen
tR: it had better not . . . I'm keeping my eye on you this weekend Thim.
T: you do that theRick, and watch me roll over Capellan and retain my title
tR: I'm not so sure but we'll see on Sunday.
T: yes we bloody well will. And you'll be apologizing to me afterwards. Look, as you don't think I'm going to make this why don't we make things a little more interesting, you're a sporting man afterall.
tR: what did you have in mind?
T: simple. After I win you agree that the OOWF will pay for my entrance from now on.
tR: OK, and when you lose??
T: doesn't matter, it's not going to happen.
tR: still, there's got to be something
T: OK, if I lose I'll pay for your whiskey for the rest of the Canadian tour
tR: now that sounds like my kind of deal, done.
## Thim shakes theRicks hand and turns to leave muttering under his breath, you certainly have been . . .
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 12, 2008 16:56:51 GMT -5
*The Aussies are watching a monitor*
OBJ: Are you sure we're allowed to look at this stuff?
GB: As long as it doesn't directly apply to angles we are in, it's OK. Just be sure to act like Thim is a face.
OBJ: Well, hello, he is a face. (And people say I'm the dumb one.) Now what is La Parka doing here anyways?
GB: Actually that was (thinks better of trying to explain this one to Outback)....well, anyways, FFC was right about one thing - we are HUNGRY for those title belts.
OBJ: And that's not all. Hey, Flair, can you hurry up with those sandwiches?
RF: KEEP YOUR VEST ON, FAT BOY!!!!!WHOOOOO!!!!!!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 12, 2008 16:57:19 GMT -5
*Beast is sitting at a desk and talking on the phone. He’s holding a Sharper Image catalog and a credit card.*
Beast: No, there’s no last name. The name on the card as it appears is “Beast.” B-E-A-S-T. Good. Well, I’ll expect my $10,000 ballpoint pen in the mail within a week. Wait, what’s the problem? Beast...I mean, I only have a $300 limit on my credit card? Jeez. Just get me the self-rolling socks then. Hmm. I’ll take them in black. Thanks.
*Beast hangs up the phone and laughs to himself*
Beast: If I keep this up, he’ll never be able to pay off his bills, thus causing a collection agency to intervene, thus giving him a poor credit rating! He’ll never be approved for a loan, and he’ll never be able to buy a house. He’ll be renting...FOREVER! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
*Thunder and lightning crackle and flash in the background, because lightning is so suspenseful it’s not even funny.*
*Beast gets up and starts walking down the hallway when he bumps into GM the Rick, who is not looking happy*
GmtR: Beast, I don’t know what’s going on with you because I usually DVR these promos and fast-forward through your mastersuck segments, but you and Hardbody are crossing the line. Fucking your own mothers and rodent comp...
*With the revelation of that fact, Beast is enraged beyond belief. He pushes The Rick out of the way and storms through the arena and goes to the ring without music. The mic is in his hand immediately begins doing that spit-a-lot-while-you-talk-thing that angry wrestlers do but real people rarely pull off.*
Beast: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. This Hardbody/Beast saga is getting to disturbing. Next thing you know, one of us will be screwing the brains out of a dead ex-girlfriend or something! But what you’ve done...broken legs in four places, violating a poor innocent mouse...I won’t stand for it. That’s why this Sund...
*Beast is interrupted by the voice of The Rick who emerges from the back, not pleased*
The Rick: Listen, tOOlbox, no one shoves me around. And because you’re in the mood for violence, and because you’re so indignant about that little rat for some reason, YOU’RE not going to decide what to do this Sunday at the PPV: I am! This whole fiasco started over who was the SUPERIOR WRESTLER and it’s time we found out. Only one of you can be noted as the most SUPERIOR WRESTLER of all times. At Territorial Beatings, you and Hardbody are going to be fighting for the right to be named the #1 SUPERIOR WRESTLER IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE. The winning person will have his name enshrined for all eternity. I know you both want that more than anything. And to spice it up, the winner will also receive..this!
*A huge curtain in the corner of the arena is seen for the first time by the audience. The Rick waves his hand and it opens, revealing a monstrous 50-foot trophy! The trophy is beautifully carved plastic, but it’s golden in color and HUGE. There are four spiral platforms that twirl halfway up, and the top has the words "I HAVE THIS TROPHY BECAUSE I'M THE SUPERIOR WRESTLER" garishly blocked across the top. It’s simply awesome. Beast can’t take his eyes off the thing.*
The Rick: So, Beast, I don’t know exactly what you meant by “The Battle for the Souls.” But you do know what this battle will be for. Prestige. Money. A big plastic trophy. And the title of SUPERIOR WRESTLER. I suggest that, unless you want the name Hardbody Harris engraved on the thing, you don’t let him pin you.
*The Rick leaves, and The Beast gets a knowing smirk on his face.*
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 12, 2008 16:57:37 GMT -5
*In the Establishment Locker Room, Endo and Morte talk strategy.* M: ... E: ... *Suddenly, Endo's eyes light up! It's as if he's awaked from an 8 month nap!*
E: Hey Morte. Umm... what's going on? Where's everone else? Like Moose and Niles and all the guys? M: ... E: OK, I'm just gonna go read the message board.
*Endo stumbles over to The Establishment messsage board. A note addressed to him decorated with hearts catches his eyes* E: Ho ho, a love note for me. *As Endo opens the note, half a dozen dead black widows fall out.* Endo, I hope you enjoyed teaming with me, because you're never going to team with anyone ever again. Hugs and kisses, Niles E: Well, that answers one question. *Endo looks at the team dartboard* ... and that answers my question about Moose. OK, I guess it's just you and me. So who are we fighting this week?
M: ...
E: OK, buddy, you just ah, sit there. I'll check the phone. Hello. You have. Five. Hundred. Thousand. New messages. E: Sonova... *seven hours later* Establishment, you two vs. 3 piece set *beep* E: They're all gone. OK Morte, let's talk strategy. Umm... let's keep it simple. Tag me in, and then hit me with this spikey hammer. Let's see if that bloodlust still works... *Eats one of the dead spiders* It's like popcorn!
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 12, 2008 16:57:59 GMT -5
(CTG is out jogging through town in the wee hours of the morning when he comes across an unconscious medicine man)
CTG: !! Holy Iriquois! (he hurries over and checks the medicine man over)
MM: (Groans)
CTG: Sir, are you all right? I spotted you out here with nothing but the clothes on your back.
MM: o.- huh....?? what.....
CTG: It appears someone might have attacked you.
MM: (sitting up on his own, groans) uhh...
CTG: is there anything I can do to help?
MM: (finally glancing over) you find those two boys and my cart fulla stuff, I'll see if I can help you. You might know em.....
CTG: (almost in his "hurri-crete" voice) I would never interact with such lowlife individuals!
MM: Attitude Abomination and Johnny Abdomen?
CTG: they sound familiar.....
MM: them two're wrestlers and they stole my cart!
CTG: HOLY HIJACK! (Stands, slips RIGHT into his "Hurri-crete" character) Good citizen, rest assured that I will recover your stolen vehicle! No doubt that it is parked at the very venue where I will be wrestling! While these two are not my opponents forthe Pay-Per-view, rest assured that I will do my best to bring about JUSTICE!
MM: I just want my wagon back!
CTG: o,o well, that too! (POSE) onwarrd! CRIME WAITS FOR NO MAN! (whooooooooooooshes down the street like Freakazoid)
MM: (Stands) least he coulda left me cab fare....
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 12, 2008 16:59:23 GMT -5
(This is a long one, split into two parts)
OOWF Territorial Beatings
(In the background we hear the beatings of native drums, slowly building in intensity until they are pounding. War cries can be heard as well. Finally a voice begins to speak, the screen remains black)
Many years ago, the Gods looked down upon the land and decided that there shall be men who rule in their stead. These were brave men, gallant men, men who have withstood all challengers and stood victorious. Surviving a punishing ordeal endeared the men to the Gods. They were chosen to lead, to represent their people and fend off all challenges from without, and from within.
The tribe known as the OOWF is no different. Through hellish ordeals we have anointed men of courage [shows image of BlackDragon] of skill [shows image of Thim Reynolds] of brute force [shows image of Capslock and Stank] and cunning [show image of Niles Anderson.] These men have survived and risen to the top of the territory. Tonight they face the supreme challenge, they face their enemies, they will need to call upon their will to survive….. Territorial Beatings
(War cries escalate and we see images of Blackdragon’s wars with Corax, Capslock and Stank’s bloody barbed wire cage match with 3PS, Thim surviving Uncle Entity, and Niles cage match with UnderDawg. The war cries escalate to a crescendo then abruptly stop, the screen goes dark)
The strong will survive. The weak will never leave.
(a lone wolf howls mournfully at the moon)
Ross: Welcome to Territorial Beatings! We are coming at you live from Yellowknife in the Northwest Territory of Canada as we continue our Extreme Vengeance Tour 2005! Razz we have a phenomenal lineup tonight, all four titles will be defended, plus we have two HUGE cage matches! Razz: The action will be off tha HOOK! As they say! Ross: We kick off our show with a rematch from last week; Dr. Murder got himself intentionally disqualified when he clobbered Styner with a chair. Mikey Styner actually demanded a rematch this week! Razz: Careful what you wish for Mr. Styner, you might just get it, I have a feeling that Dr. Murder is about to turn things around here in the OOWF
DR. MURDER vs. MIKEY STYNER
Murder comes to the ring and looks dead serious. Mikey follows and waves a little to the crowd. As Soon as Mikey starts between the ropes, Murder attack driving his knee into Mikey’s temple. Styner slumps across the ropes, dazed. Murder springs off the bottom rope and drops a leg across the back of Styner’s head. Murder slips to the outside and rolls the massive Styner into the ring. Murder gets back into the ring and climbs to the second rope, leaping off he drops an elbow across Styner’s throat. Murder goes for a cover, but Styner is easily able to throw Murder off of him. Styner slowly gets to a sitting position, Murder comes in to attack, but Mikey shoves him away and slowly drags himself back to the corner and pulls himself to his feet. Murder charges in, but Styner gets a big boot to his face. Murder staggers around the ring. Styner charges out of the corner and tries a clothesline, but Murder easily avoids it and catches Styner with a falling neck breaker. Murder runs to the corner and hits a moonsault from the bottom rope, gets up and hits on from the middle rope, then finally hits a twisting moon sault from the top rope, cover gets a two count as Styner is just able to roll his shoulder. Murder pulls Styner up to his feet, then hits the ropes for a clothesline, but Styner catches him in a bear hug. Murder struggles for a few minutes and when it looks like he is done, Styner lifts him again and drives him into the corner. Murder gasps for breath. Styner takes a few steps backward and charges again, but Murder nails him with an elbow right to the temple. Styner staggers trying to keep his senses, Murder explodes out of the corner with a super kick that catches Mikey right under the jaw, Styner staggers as his eyes roll into his head. Murder climbs the ropes and catches Mikey with a flying clothesline. Murder makes the cover and hooks the leg and gets a three count! WINNER in 5:01 Dr. Murder
Ross: Murder picks up the win, and if I may say so, in rather convincing fashion! Razz: Where did that come from? That’s the most fire I have seen from Murder since he got here. If he keeps that kind of intensity up it won’t be long until he is getting a shot at the Intercontinental title. Ross: I am interested to see if this is the beginning of a new Dr. Murder, I might not always agree with his motives, and his background is certainly sketchy but that kind of in ring intensity will certainly get you a long way here in the OOWF Razz: Ross, up next we have an Onslaught division match between Seraph and Uncle Entity. Entity has been improving in the ring a whole lot here as of late, and Seraph, well who the hell knows what to make of this guy anymore? Ross: Seraph is certainly one of the more odd characters I have seen in all my years of wrestling. This should be interesting to say the least.
UNCLE ENTITY (w/Jess Garron) vs. SERAPH (w/Firechild)
Seraph comes to the ring bathed in white light with Firechild following behind him. Seraph gets into the ring and stands before Entity and Garron, his expression never changing. After several minutes of an awkward silence, Entity and Garron back off and leave the ring, Firechild does the same. Entity slides back into the ring and the two lock up. Seraph backs Entity into the corner and starts to break, Entity waits for the chop or punch, but Seraph breaks cleanly and backs into the center of the ring. Entity comes out to the middle and the two lock up again, this time Entity backs Seraph into the corner. The ref calls for the break, as they break Entity tries a chop, but somehow Seraph reverses out of the corner before he can connect. Seraph calmly waits in the middle of the ring and waits for Entity to make his way back to the center of the ring. Seraph and Entity settle down, Entity takes Seraph to the mat and they exchange some mat wrestling. Seraph whips Entity to the ropes, but lowers his head too soon, Entity plants Seraph with a DDT and climbs the ropes and tries a moon sault, Seraph rolls out of the way, but Entity lands on his feet. Seraph sweeps the legs knocking Entity down. Like a flash, Seraph grabs Entity’s legs and locks on the sharp shooter. This brings Garron to the apron, when he jumps up there, Firechild immediately runs over and pulls Garron off and drops him with a shot to the side of the head. Garron gets back to his feet and tries to run, but Seraph catches him with a baseball slide to the head that stops him long enough for Firechild to grab him and toss him over his shoulder and head to the back. As Firechild is about halfway up the ramp, GimmickMan comes out from the back, he looks JUST like Seraph. Firechild stops and stares, GM has no expression on his face, just a blank stare. Inside the ring, Seraph sees his clone and stares. Entity gets back to his feet, grabs Seraph spins him around, kicks him in the midsection and DESTROYS him with a brain buster, hooking the leg and getting the pin. WINNER in 12:44 Uncle Entity
Ross: Entity has Jesse Garron, and now GimmickMan following him around? How many guys does he need to win a match? Razz: Well in all fairness to Entity, Garron and GimmickMan didn’t actually get involved in the match, they never touched Seraph. Ross: That may be so, but something still seems odd, and what on earth is going on with GimmickMan anyway? His behavior has been nothing short of bizarre as of late. Razz: I don’t know what is going on Ross, you think Seraph is a strange one; Gimmick is coming really close to that same kind of spooky territory. Ross: Speaking of someone who is spooky, both the guys in our next match are just creepy in their own way. Razz: UnderDawg is just creepy because it seems like he always knows what is going on, this guy is everywhere and nowhere, and you ever notice that the arena gets a little colder when he comes out? Gives me chills. Ross: I have noticed that too Razz, it gives me the heebe jeebes. The other participant, Phil, well what can you really say about him? Razz: I think the less said about him the better, he is a big man with a mean streak; there is no need to anger him too much. Ross: Good point.
UNDERDAWG vs. PHIL
Phil comes to the ring first and nervously paces around the ring waiting for UnderDawg. As UD’s entrance starts Phil corner s the ref and backs him into a corner and starts lovingly stroking his hear and patting his head. Phil then grabs the ref and starts to try and gnaw on his head. UnderDawg hits the ring and makes the save, grabbing Phil, spinning him around and pummeling him with big rights. Phil stumbles across the ring until he is against the ropes, then somehow UD is able to clothesline Phil over the top rope to the floor. UD turns around to make sure the ref is ok, then runs and leaps over the top rope clotheslining Phil to the concrete floor. UD stands over his fallen prey and grins, then pulls Phil to his knees. Phil doubles UD over with a low blow, then reaches up and grabs UD’s head and locks on to his forehead, gnawing away and drawing blood. Dawg staggers away and Phil gets to his feet. UD is blinded by his own blood, and Phil charges and crushes UD against the ring post with a massive splash, it looks as though the ring actually moved! Phil rolls UD back into the ring then falls on him choking him out and trying to bite his head some more. The ref calls for the break, Phil releases the choke just before drawing a DQ. Phil pulls UD to his feet and clubs him across the back a few times, then hits the ropes, Phil attempts a big body splash but somehow UD catches him, lifts the massive Phil and falls forward with a spine buster! Phil is in obvious pain on the mat, UD stalks his prey and waits for Phil to get up, as soon as he does, UD grabs him by the throat, and lifts him! (even if it is only a few inches) and drops him with a choke slam! Before Dawg can make the cover, three men in black attack, two of them have chairs; one has something tucked in his hand. As soon as they hit the ring, the ref calls for the bell WINNER by DQ in 8:01 UnderDawg
The three men attack, UD fends off one man with a chair by kicking the chair back into his face, the other rushes in and UD punches the chair back into his face. With his back to him, the third mat attacks and locks on a sleeper being certain to clamp his hand over UD’s nose and mouth. UD fights for a minute then falls to the mat, out cold. The men with the chairs lay some brutal shots on Dawg then all three leave the ring. The ref and medics come to check on UD, after a few minutes UD is able to get up and leave on his own power.
Ross: Again with the attacks! This time they have targeted UnderDawg, what on earth is going on? Razz: Well it seems pretty obvious, whomever is targeting these guys are trying to take out all the guys who are legitimate threats to the OOWF world title, now I wonder who would benefit from that? Ross: Well I will say this, if it is that scoundrel Niles Anderson, he should be immediately stripped of his title and suspended. That kind of cowardice is just unacceptable! Razz: Well like I said before until you have proof all you have is speculation, the evidence certainly points to Niles Anderson, but until we have proof it was him, there is nothing anyone can do. Ross: Well then fine, let’s move on to our next match. Razz, after that brutal Jealous Rage that Mark Vander took last week do you think there is any way he can be 100% and defeat Chris Alt? Razz: Well from what I hear in the back, Chris Alt is certainly not 100% either, he took a pretty good shot to the head against Viper last week, from what I heard he had a concussion from that match, and then on top of that he was one of those jumped by Nil…er the masked men, so he won’t be in top shape for the match either. Ross: Well that should pretty well even things out then, let’s head to the ring and see what happens.
MARK VANDER vs. CHRIS ALT
Both men enter the ring and look a little worse for the wear. Lockup to start, Alt gets the advantage with a knee to the midsection, then drops Vander with a neck breaker. Vander writhes in pain on the mat; Alt covers but only gets a one count. Alt pulls Vander up and whips him to the ropes, as Vander comes back it looks like Alt is going to attempt a belly-to-belly suplex, but instead Vander charges and slams him in the side of the head with an elbow. Alt’s eyes get glassy as he staggers around the ring, as Alt staggers to the middle of the ring; Vander comes off the ropes and LEVELS him with a clothesline from hell. Alt hits the mat and slides out of the ring, lying on the floor face down and not moving a whole lot. Inside the ring Vander grabs his neck and falls to one knee. Alt remains motionless on the outside of the ring, Vander slowly slides out of the ring and goes after him, Vander pulls Alt to his feet and scoops him up and slams him on the Liidlii Kue Announce table. Vander climbs onto the apron, gets a running start and drops a flying elbow across Alt sending both men crashing through the table. Crowd gives the appropriate “HOLY SHIT” chant. After several minutes both men make it back into the ring. Vander goes for a cover but Alt kicks out at one. Both men up, Vander scoops Alt up, but Alt slips over his shoulder spins Vander kicks him and plants him with a DDT. Vander’s neck hits the mat awkwardly and he rolls around the mat in obvious pain. Alt tries another cover, but Vander kicks out. Alt pulls Vander up and sends him to the corner and charges, Vander gets a boot up, catching Alt right under the chin. Alt’s head snaps back and he staggers backward. Vander grabs him hits a brutal belly to belly suplex and gets the three count. WINNER in 10:27 Mark Vander
After the match, Vander helps Alt to his feet, the two shake hands and head to the back together.
Ross: Well that was what you call bowling shoe ugly, you could tell that neither man was 100%; those two are capable of so much more Razz: Yeah, it is hard to give your all when you are fighting an injury, especially a concussion or an injured neck, that is just about the worst. Here’s hoping that once healthy these two have another go at it. Ross: Another one of those matches that I hope the Rick keeps in mind. Razz, last week, SoulDragon and Mercury were basically given a win by Niles Anderson, when Anderson ran that awful footage of Semaj’s car incident. It was one of the most tasteless things I have ever seen in my life, and I hope, I sincerely hope, that one day Niles gets what’s coming to him Razz: Yeah, you know usually I am not one to rail against someone gaining a psychological advantage by any means necessary, but that stunt by Niles left a bad taste in my mouth, and we haven’t heard from Concrete all week, so you know he has got to be plenty pissed off about this. Ross: I would not want to be in Dragon or Mercury’s shoes this week that’s for sure.
MOOSEHEAD JACK & CONCRETE TG vs. SOULDRAGON & MERCURY
Concrete and Jack come to the ring after Dragon and Mercury are already there, Concrete is not wearing his normal superhero outfit, rather he has on black pants, and “SB” written in pain across his chest. He is still wearing his superhero mask though. All four men meet in the center of the ring and Mercury makes the “crybaby” motion to Concrete. Crete rips off his mask, throws it at Mercury and attacks immediately. CTG pounces on Mercury pummeling him with shots to the head. SoulDragon makes a move to help his partner, but he is spun around and gets his eyes raked by MHJ. Jack scoops SD up and runs over to the corner tying him in the tree of woe. The ref is more concerned with what Concrete is doing to Mercury so he doesn’t really notice Jack. Jack takes that opportunity to slip out of the ring and grab the mic; he wraps the cord around SD’s throat and pulls back choking him out. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Concrete has Mercury to his feet and whips him into the corner, Mercury runs up the corner and tries to flip behind Concrete, but Concrete shoves him off the top rope and Mercury goes sailing into the wreckage of the announce table, catching a piece of the splintered table in his forehead opening a nasty gash. Concrete then sees SD tied up in the corner and dashes across the ring and gives SD a baseball slide into the face. SD falls forward into the ring. Concrete pulls Dragon up; Dragon springs up and nearly takes CTG’s head off with a European upper cut. Concrete staggers back into the corner, SD closes in and lays several stiff kicks into Concrete’s midsection. Concrete slumps into the corner; SoulDragon stands there and taunts him, from behind MHJ grabs SD and lifts him and kills him with a reverse DVD. Jack gets to his feet, glances at Concrete, they nod at each other, and Jack goes across the ring and knocks Mercury back to the floor then goes out and pursues the attack. Concrete waits for Dragon to get to his feet, kicks Dragon and DESTROYS him with a cement mixer; Concrete covers and gets a three count. WINNERS in 12:53
After the match, Niles comes to the top of the ramp with his championship belt thrown across his shoulder and a large photo of Semaj B. Niles pulls out a lighter and sets the picture on fire, laughing to himself as Semaj’s picture went up in flames. Concrete leaps out of the ring and sprints up the ramp. Niles turns and disappears behind the curtain, as Concrete gets there; two masked men step out from either side and DESTROY him with a con-chair-to. Concrete hits the floor, out cold. One masked man slips a chair under Concrete’s head, and the other slams his chair down across Concrete’s face. MHJ sees what is happening, grabs a chair of his own and runs up the ramp. The two attackers disappear behind the curtain and Jack is left standing over an unconscious, bloody Concrete TG. Paramedics rush to the scene and begin working on Concrete.
Ross: THAT WAS JUST HEINOUS! What is Niles Anderson thinking? And now is there any doubt that Niles is behind the masked men attacks? Razz: Well to be fair, they attacked after Niles was gone, so, again, that’s just speculation. Ross: Speculation my butt, Niles is behind this, there should no longer be any doubt in anyone’s mind and I hope he pays dearly for it. Concrete TG is being taken out on a stretcher, and for what reason? He isn’t even a contender for the World title, he is after the tag team titles, Niles Anderson is an animal! Razz: Calm down there Ross before you have another stroke. Look, I am sure GM the Rick will look into this, he will take care of it. Let’s just take a look at our next match. Ross: Fine, Firechild faces the suddenly bizarre GimmickMan, there are you happy? Razz: Umm well, ok I suppose, we saw GimmickMan earlier tonight and he was a carbon copy of Seraph, what was up with that? It’s almost like Firechild will be fighting his mentor!
FIRECHILD vs. GIMMICKMAN
Firechild comes to the ring, alone this time and waits in the ring. Firechild has adopted the serene look of Seraph, and sits perched on top of the turnbuckle apparently deep in meditation. The opening strains of Evolution hit and GimmickMan comes out, is it GimmickMan? He is still decked out identically to Seraph, complete with lack of expression and serene calm about him. GimmickMan comes to the center of the ring and just stands there. Firechild completes his meditation and looks GimmickMan up and down, it appears that an evil grin momentarily spreads across his face, then it is back to the serene calm that he has adopted. The bell rings and the two circle, lockup and FC gets the advantage. FC breaks GM down to the mat and drops a knee into the small of his back, then pulls him back and traps him in a bow and arrow. GM winces in pain but will not give up. Firechild releases the hold and allows GM to get to his feet, FC grabs a side head lock, but GM shoots him to the ropes, FC rebounds and takes GM down with a shoulder block. FC waits and then hits the ropes again as GM gets to his feet, FC hits a diving clothesline that sends GM flying into the corner. FC pulls GM to his feet, grabs his arm and climbs to the top rope. FC walks the ropes about half way down, then keeping hold of the arm; he leaps over GM’s head and hits him with a neck breaker. GM is out, FC covers, but somehow GM gets his foot on the ropes at two. Firechild pulls Gimmick up and hits a snap suplex that drives GM to the mat. Cover gets two again; FC pulls GM up again, a little roughly this time and hits a delayed brain buster. Without going for a cover, Firechild pulls GM to the corner and climbs the ropes; FC pulls GM onto the ropes with him and absolutely murders GimmickMan with a top rope Wings of Phoenix. GM is out cold it appears. Instead of going for the pin, FC locks on the D-Tuner, since GM is out, the ref calls for the bell. WINNER in 8:01 Firechild
After the match, Firechild celebrates for a moment, then notices that Seraph has come to the top of the ramp and looks at FC. Firechild stops the celebration immediately, gets the serene calm look on his face. Firechild checks on GimmickMan and helps him to his feet and makes sure he is ok. Seraph enters the ring and Firechild bows his head and Seraph leads him out of the ring to the back.
Razz: That was certainly odd. Did we just see a little bit of the old Firechild? Ross: I certainly hope not, I for one, like the new Firechild. This might be the start of…..oh, it appears that Corax is in the ring with the mic, let’s see what he has to say.
Corax For weeks now, I have been attacked by some coward dressed in black, and I am sick of it. Since GM the Rick isn’t going to do anything about it, I will. So, I am not leaving this ring until that masked moron gets out here and shows himself for the coward he is <Corax pulls out a chair and sits in the middle of the ring> Let’s go, I’m not leaving until he comes out, I got all night to sit here.
<Just then a man dressed entirely in black comes down the ramp and gets into the ring, before he gets all the way into the ring, Corax leaps up and attacks. Pounding away at the man, backing him into the corner and unleashing brutal kicks to his mid section. Corax whips the masked man to the ropes and DESTROYS him with a shining wizard, then follows up with a cradle pile driver. Corax pulls the man to a sitting position and rips off the mask revealing . . .Iron Eyes?
Corax stares at the mask for a moment, then another masked man dressed all in black comes out from the crowd and slides into the ring and grabs the chair, as Corax turns around, still staring at the mask in confusion, the masked man LEVELS him with a chair shot to the head.
As Corax recovers and gets to his feet, the masked man stands in front of him and tears off his mask revealing . . HELLION!
Corax looks stunned, like he has just seen a ghost. Hellion slowly walks over to the ropes and asks for a mic, never taking his eyes off of Corax. Hell: What’s wrong Corax, you look like you’ve seen a ghost or something? Surely you must have expected retaliation; surely you must have known I would be back. Come on, where’s the Corax we all know and love, the one who tried to end not only my career, but my life. Come on Corax, where is the man who split up the most successful team in OOWF history so he could…well what exactly is it you have don Corax? You’ve become Donnie’s little lapdog, the fifth wheel in the Devil’s Brigade, you certainly have made a name for yourself. <now speaking with a rage that is borderline psychotic> Well let me tell you something Corax, NO ONE makes their name by trying to put me out. You want a fight? You got one…..RIGHT NOW
CORAX vs. HELLION
As soon as Hellion finishes, he drops the mic and attacks Corax, dropping him with a vicious left jab to the jaw. Hellion pounces on Corax and rains shots to his face and chest. Corax shoves Hellion off of him and gets to his feet to leave the ring, but as he turns to leave, he walks right into a short arm clothesline. Hellion whips Corax into the corner and follows him in with a spear that nearly tears him in half. Corax slumps to the mat and Hellion stomps a mud hold in him. Donovan Viper hits the ring and tries to save Corax, but Hellion avoids the attack and catches Donnie with a spin kick right to the mouth that knocks him out of the ring. The Devil’s Brigade head to the ring, but out of the crowd comes FF Capslock and Stank, holding barbed wire wrapped baseball bats and blocking their way down the ramp. Harper and Tommy decide to beat a hasty retreat back to the top of the ramp. In the ring Hellion pulls Corax out of the corner and throws him out of the ring to the floor. Hellion follows him and grabs a chair and slams it across Corax back. Hellion then opens the chair and puts Corax’s head on the chair, climbs to the apron and delivers a knee drop to the back of Corax head that collapses the chair. Corax writhes in pain and a bloody spot is seen on his mask. Hellion keeps up the attack setting up a table next to the ring. Hellion pulls Corax up to the apron and sets him up for the Gates of Hell (pedigree pile driver). Hellion lifts Corax and hits the move, driving him through the table and to the floor. Corax looks like he may possibly be dead. Hellion takes a few minutes then gets to his feet. Hellion looks under the ring and pulls out a barbed wire baseball bat. Hellion moves toward Corax, but officials have decided that this is just about enough; they flood the ringside and pull Hellion off of Corax WINNER – No Contest in 4:49
Ross: HELLION IS BACK! HELLION IS BACK! I cannot believe what I just saw! Razz: I had a sneaking suspicion that somehow Hellion was behind those attacks all along, he should be suspended for what he has done! Ross: How can you say that? Corax nearly killed, that’s right, KILLED Hellion, along with those Devil’s Brigade goons. Corax deserves everything he gets, and then some. Razz: Well, we haven’t heard the last of this by any means. Corax may be down, but he is not out, and his former partner, Hellion will likely try everything in his power to settle the score. Ross: Speaking of settling the score, last week 3Piece Set defeated the Establishment, but it was not exactly the cleanest of wins from Ax and Cole Razz: All is fair in love and war, well except when you are jumping people from behind and all that. Ross: Well Niles Anderson, once again got involved in a match that he had no business being involved in and tried to throw a chair to Endo, but it ended up costing the Establishment the match. Hopefully today, Niles will keep his distance from this match
3PIECE SET vs. THE ESTABLISHMENT
The Establishment charge out of the back and attack 3PS as they walk to the ring, the brawl starts immediately. Morte and Cole fight to the top of the stage. Cole tries to shove Morte off the stage, but Morte falls to his knees and low blows Cole dropping him to his knees, Morte then tees off on Cole with a tajiri kick to the face that leaves him flat on his back. At ringside, the heavy hitters Ax and Endo are fighting in the wreckage of the table used by Hellion. Both men have shards of table in their hands and are doing their best to inflict multiple stab wounds to the face. Within minutes both men a re bleeding heavily. Ax breaks the stab fest by raking Endo’s eyes. Endo staggers backward, when Ax charges, Endo takes him down with a drop toe hold and Ax slams face first into the ring post opening an even nastier gash. Endo rolls Ax into the ring and follows him in. At the top of the ramp, Morte tries a rolling thunder splash, but Cole moves out of the way, sliding off the ramp to the floor below, but landing on his feet. Morte lands flat on his back with his feet hanging over the edge. Cole grabs Morte’s feet and pulls him off the stage, slamming him on the concrete floor back first. Cole makes his way back to the ring where Endo sends Ax to the ropes and catches him with a high back body drop. Endo waits for Ax to get to his feet and calls for the claw. Before he can slap the move on, Cole hits the ring and clips Endo’s knee from behind. Endo hits the mat and grabs his knee in pain. AX and Cole take turns stomping away on Endo’s knee and Ax locks on the figure four. Cole leaves the ring and looks for a chair under the ring, as he does; a recovered Morte climbs the ropes and hits a 450 splash on an unsuspecting Ax-Man. Ax has all the air driven out of his body and breaks the hold. Endo gets to his knees, crawls over and locks the claw on a prone Ax-Man, Cole gets his chair from under the ring, just as he stands up, Morte hits him with a baseball slide knocking the chair back into his face. Inside, Ax is out, shoulders to the mat, and the ref counts three. WINNER in 15:55 The Establishment
After the match Mercury and SoulDragon hit the ring and attack Morte and Endo. Mercury slams a chair across Morte’s face, Morte hits the mat, out cold, Mercury sets Morte on the top rope, and KILLS him with a top rope Dragon Suplex. SoulDragon pummels Endo with a chain wrapped around his fist until blood is just pouring down his face. SD stalks Endo waiting for him to get to his feet then levels him with a Dragon kick, lifts him and drops him with an Omen Driver. SoulDragon and Mercury look at each other for a moment, then SD leaps on Ax-Man who is still on the mat trying to shake off the effects of the claw and locks on the ankle lock, Ax is screaming in pain. Mercury leaves the ring and grabs Chris Cole and runs him face first into the ring post, opening a nasty gash on his head. Mercury locks on the Alchemist (Cattle mutilation) on the floor driving Cole’s face into the floor, after a few minutes Cole loses consciousness. Inside SD releases the ankle lock, Ax’s ankle might be broken. Dragon and Mercury leave ringside, pausing at the top of the ramp to survey the damage done.
Ross: I cannot believe what I just saw! SoulDragon and Mercury decimated two teams! Razz: That is called making your presence felt around these parts. They were sending a message to Capslock and Stank, they are for real Ross: Well, antagonizing two teams in one night is not the smartest thing in the world. Although if they do survive, they will certainly be ready for any challenge that may come their way. This one will be interesting to watch unfold. Razz: Sort of like our next match, this one has all the intrigue of a mystery novel, four men, all former friends, all who hate each other with a passion. Ross: This is certainly not going to be for the faint of heart, and to make matters worse, I am getting word that GM the Rick has made this a Bunkhouse match, anything goes, bring your weapons to the ring. Did we really need to allow them to escalate things this much? Razz: Probably not, but it sure as hell will be fun to watch!
LD WILLIAMS & ERIC O’MAC vs. JOHNNY ADRENALINE & ATTITUDE ADJUSTER – Steel Cage Bunkhouse Match
Johnny and AA come to the ring in a horse drawn wagon and spend a few minutes unloading things into the ring. They hand the reigns to a ringside vale and he signs their ticket and takes the wagon, presumably to park it. Eric and Williams make their way to the ring with nothing more than logging chains wrapped around their shoulders. All four men get into the ring, and before the bell can even ring, before the door is locked, all four are tearing at each other. Johnny grabs his gold club and swings at Williams, he misses and Williams grabs a kendo stick, stands, and slams it across the side of Johnny’s face leaving a bloody gash. Eric charges AA and tries to take him down with a double leg take down, but AA lifts Eric up and falls backward sending Eric into the cage. AA then goes after Williams but gets a kendo shot to the face, AA slumps against the ropes and LDW wears him out with kendo shots blood is quickly streaming down his face. Johnny comes up behind LDW and wraps the chain around his neck, Williams falls to one knee gasping fro breath, AA recovers enough to grab a cheese grater and proceeds to shred Williams forehead until, you guessed it, he is a mess of blood. EOM comes back into scene and slams AA in the back of the head with a speed limit sign, he falls to the mat. When Eric turns to Johnny, Johnny pulls his belt off and wraps it around his fist and nails EOM between the eyes with the buckle, opening a huge gash above his eye. So, we are less than five minutes into the match and already all four men are bloody messes. The match continues, the brutality is remarkable, we see the men use barbed wire, chains, chairs, kendo sticks, speed limit signs, glass light tubes, thumbtacks, baseball bats, golf clubs, cookie sheets, lead pipes, blackjacks, tire irons, clangy poles, glass bottles, and even a wrestling move or two. After over forty minutes of action, all four men are hideous bloody messes. In addition to multiple head wounds, they also have cuts on their backs, legs, arms, and Williams has a disturbing gash on the side of his neck, the result of being choked by a strand of barbed wire. Johnny and AA stagger to the center of the ring, LD Williams is slumped in the corner, it is not apparent if he is actually alive or not. Johnny grabs Eric O’Mac, who just suffered a top rope power bomb after he tried to frankensteiner AA off the top, and pulls him to the middle of the ring. AA looks in the final crate they unloaded and pulls out….the kitchen sink! Good Lord! The set the sink in the middle of the ring and Johnny hoists up EOM for an Adrenaline Rush on the sink! Somehow AA shifts his weight and lands behind Johnny, Eric uses the last of his strength to tackle AA and take him to the mat. LD Williams explodes out of the corner and kicks Johnny and DDT’s HIM RIGHT ON THE KITCHEN SINK! Johnny is unconscious, Williams slowly roles him over and drapes his arm across his shoulders, the ref makes the three count, and this one is mercifully over. WINNERS in 45:18 LD Williams & Eric O’Mac
After the match, medical officials flood the ring to check on all four men. After several minutes of waiting, all four men are taken to the back on stretchers.
Ross: Razz, I have seen a lot in all my years in wrestling, but I have never seen anything like that. I have never seen that kind of carnage endured by four men. Razz: That certainly was unbelievable. Those four tried to kill each other, and they damn near succeeded. Let’s hope this issue is settled between them, I don’t think they could survive another match like that. Ross: I will be surprised if they can survive THIS match! This kind of thing has got to take a helluva toll on your career! Razz: Yeah it does. And as if that wasn’t enough Ross, we got us another cage match coming up! Ross: Yes we do, The Devil’s Brigade takes on wCw, there is also a grudge between those two teams, I sincerely hope that they didn’t get any ideas from the match before them, but I know The Devil’s Brigade, they are some sick, twisted individuals who will stop at nothing to win a match. Razz: And Westgaard and Wilder are some crazy sick bastards as well, I can only imagine what they will come up with. Ross: Well it looks like the ring crew has cleaned up the debris and the pools of blood from the last match, let’s go to the ring.
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THE DEVIL’S BRIGADE vs. wCw – Steel Cage Match wCw enter the ring first, Westgaard and Wilder wait for TDB to get into the ring, Camby and O’Neil come to the cage. But seem to be hesitant to get into the ring. Westgaard and Wilder have enough of the waiting and decide to leave the cage and pursue their opponents. Camby and Westgaard square off just outside the door, exchanging brutal shots at each other, Wilder springs out of the door and pursues TO. O’Neil sprints around the ring and climbs to the top of the cage, on the other side Wilder climbs the side of the cage and they meet at the top. Westgaard ducks a forearm smash attempt by Camby and lifts him and hits an Atomic drop. JWW then grabs Camby’s head and slams it into the cage, then throws him in the door and between the ropes. JWW follows him in, and at least two of the men are in the ring. Meanwhile, Wilder and Tommy are on top of the cage, TO has his fists up and the two circle warily, TO throws a couple of jabs that Wilder easily ducks, then slams him with an right uppercut, and a Left Hook! Wilder falls to his knees, Tommy pulls him up, throws him over his shoulder and is going to go for a tombstone on top of the cage, but Wilder escapes, lands on his feet and levels TO with a spinning heel kick. TO has decided that he has had enough and runs toward the side of the cage. Wilder pursues him, as they near the edge of the cage, Tommy tries to stop, but Wilder can’t stop, they collide and Wilder grabs Tommy in a sort of bulldog move and they both plunge over the side of the cage, falling 15 feet and splintering the K’agee Announce Table. Crowd starts a HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT and THEY ARE DEAD, THEY ARE DEAD! Chant, and they may be right. Paramedics rush to ringside to check on the two. That leaves Westgaard and Camby in basically a one on one match. Westgaard pulls Camby up and sends him to the ropes and connects with a vicious clothesline that sends Camby sprawling to the corner. As Camby is lying on the mat, we see him pull something out of his pants; it appears to be a small chain laced with extremely sharp barbed wire. JWW comes over to Camby and tries to pull him up, but Camby nails him with an upper nut, with the barbed wire chain. JWW’s jaw drops open in horror and he falls to the mat clutching at his groin. Camby takes the opportunity to mount JWW and pound away at his face, quickly reducing him to a bloody mess. Now Camby takes over and uses the cage to his advantage battering Westgaard badly, but never ably to get the pin. After several minutes of this, we see, to everyone’s amazement, that Wilder, while being wheeled out on a stretcher, hops off and slowly makes his way back to the ring. Not to be outdone, Tommy slowly crawls out of the wreckage and heads toward the ring. Inside the ring, Camby is decimating Westgaard, who is a horrific mess. Camby pulls JWW up for a power bomb, but before he can finish the move, Wilder crawls into the ring and grabs onto Camby’s leg. Camby drops Westgaard and begins to toy with Wilder. Camby slaps him around a few times and laughs. Wilder gets even by low blowing Camby. It appears that Wilder gets his second wind; he gets to his feet and drop kicks the cage door, sending it crashing open right into Tommy O’Neil’s face, sending him backward and slamming into the barricade. Inside the ring, Westgaard grabs Camby and runs him into all four sides of the cage until the blood is flowing off his face as well, the lifts him up for a power bomb, as he hits it, it seems like Wilder comes out of nowhere and drops a leg across Camby. Westgaard hooks the leg and gets the dramatic three count. WINNERS in 39:47 wCw Ross: What a fantastic match! wCw continue to be among the elite teams here in the OOWF! Razz: It was an amazing match, no doubt about it, but what was even more amazing was that fall off the cage O’Neil and Wilder took! How are those two still alive? Ross: Well they are two of the best conditioned athletes you will ever see, and from my point of view, lucky as hell Razz: You can say that again. So Ross, can you explain the feud between Beast and Hardbody Harris? Ross: No I can not. To the best of my estimation, somehow their spirits have invaded each other’s bodies, and somehow this all boils down to who will be the greatest wrestler on the planet. Razz: Yeah did you see that trophy GM the Rick is going to award to the winner? It is crazy huge and pretty damn impressive. Ross: Well for their sakes, I hope this allows them to move on to other things in the future, both men should be vying for the world title, not feuding over who they believe to be the better wrestler Razz: Besides, everyone know it is Beast Ross: I think you mean to say Hardbody Harris Razz: No, Beast Ross: Harris Razz: BEAST! Ross: HARRIS! Razz: BEAST!! Ross: HARRIS!! Razz: HARRIS!!! Ross: BEAST!!! Razz: HA! It worked! Gotcha with the old Bugs Bunny switcheroo! Ross: That may be the case, regardless of what we think, the matter will be settled in the ring NEXT!
HARDBODY HARRIS vs. BEAST – Soul Match The OOWF announcer is out to announce the next match. “The following is the OOWF SUPERIOR WRESTLER Championship Trophy Superior Wrestling Challenge. The rules of this match are simple: there are no disqualifications, count outs, or submissions. Falls count anywhere! The wrestler who pins his opponent will always and forever be inscribed as the SUPERIOR WRESTLER in the record book, the OOWF hall of fame, numerous press releases, official archives, the Smithsonian Museum of Contemporary American History, a time capsule to be buried on the moon, a TNT Original Drama (most likely played by Dean Cain), SUPERIOR the Ty Beanie Baby, and most importantly, on this giant 50-foot trophy that will be a permanent fixture to the OOWF staging area.” *With this, the SUPERIOR WRESTLER trophy is again revealed, looming over once side of the entrance ramp, casting an astonishing but foreboding shadow over stage left. The plastic, gold-painted spiral pillars gleam in the arena lights, and the block letters in the words “SUPERIOR WRESTLER” on the second level of the trophy glitter with the force of the 16 bowling-ball sized rhinestones encrusted on each letter.. It is truly worthy of being the 10th Wonder of the World.* *Beast’s music hits first, and the crowd isn’t sure whether to boo or cheer. He walks down the entrance ramp, eyeing the trophy with a certain kind of lust and admiration. When he gets to the ring, a nice camera shot of his “Hardbody Harris is the SUPERIOR WRESTLER” tattoo as he paces and looks at the words “SUPERIOR WRESTLER” on the trophy frames everything perfectly. Hardbody Harris is out next, also to a mixed reaction. His legs seem remarkably fine since being broken last week, but Harris’ gaze at the trophy is also unbroken. He licks his lips, still looking and yearning for the title of SUPERIOR WRESTLER with his newfound beastly look. The only thing that draws both wrestlers’ attention away from the trophy is the sound of the bell. The match...IS...ON!* Hardbody and Beast circle the ring to start. Each man is wary of getting too close. The crowd is anxious for this to really get going. A lunge in by Beast is avoided by Hardbody. A Hardbody lunge is dodged. Still no contact yet. Finally, Hardbody charges but falls right to the ground, grabbing his ankle in pain. Beast walks over in curiously, and as he stands over Hardbody, HH reaches up, grabs Beast and pulls him down on top of him. Harris’ shoulders are down, ref counts 1,2, Beast gets up! Now the game is clear. Beast kicks Harris in the ribs and small packages himself so that Harris is on top, two count. Harris goes for the vertical suplex, but purposely drops Beast on top of him. Two count. Beast intentionally loses a backslide, but Harris reverses it to a self-compromising inside cradle. Two count again. This is one strange affair. Beast causes Harris to roll him up, then Beast grabs his own tights for leverage, but Harris is able to separate. Both men are desperately trying to lose this match. One more attempt at failed sunset flip gets 2 ½, but Beast fights his way and pulls HH’s shoulders up. Both men are breathing heavily, and the crowd gives a nice round of applause for this strange series of chain wrestling. Both men weigh new tactics. Suddenly, Hardbody sprints and hits Beast with a stiff looking clothesline. He pounds on him with a few stomps, then absolutely crushes him with a spine buster. A few more stomps and a second spine buster and Beast looks a bit out of it. Harris lies down and places Beast’s hand on top of his chest, 1, 2, Beast lifts his hand! Count broken. Beast groggily to his feet and reverses a Hardbody kick into a T-Bone suplex. Hardbody rolls into the corner of the ring, and Beast charges with a stiff knee that snaps Hardbody’s neck back. Beast pulls Hardbody up, hits a few forearm shots, and lifts HH up to the top turnbuckle. Beast tries to slug back, but an uppercut stops that. Beast places Hardbody between his legs, jumps back, and delivers an absolutely crushing top rope power bomb! Hardbody has to be dead. Beast takes his time to get over there, lies down, and slowly pulls Hardbody on top of him. 1, 2, HARDBODY KICKS UP! Nothing seems to be working for both men. Hardbody powders out, and Beast follows him. Beast grabs a chair, while Hardbody grabs the television cables. Beast swings the chair, Hardbody ducks, and starts chocking Beast. The cord is wrapped tight around the neck, and Beast is getting pale. Falls count anywhere, so Hardbody pulls Beast back on top of him, still throttling the big man, and the ref counts again. 1, 2, Beast rolls over, breaking the count! Hardbody is furious; let’s go of the cord, and throws Beast back in the ring. He grabs the chair and waits for Beast to get up. A swing and a miss, Beast kicks Hardbody in the gut, grabs the chair, and KABONGS Hardbody across the skull. Beast, still a bit out of breath, lifts Hardbody’s legs and puts them on the middle rope, then slides underneath. Hardbody unknowingly has the leverage. 1, 2, HEGOTHIMNOHEDIDN’T! Crowd is gasping, but not as much as the two wrestlers. Beast and Hardbody both get up, and Beast clotheslines Hardbody out of the ring. He follows him out, and the two brawl up the entrance ramp, slamming heads into guardrails and connecting with vicious punches. On stage, the two take turns whipping each other with all sorts of objects, but neither man goes down. They trade punches until they are right next to the giant 50-foot trophy! For once, someone gets hit INTO a trophy, and Hardbody is bleeding. Beast attempts to slingshot Hardbody into one of the plastic pillars and succeeds, but Hardbody latches onto it and starts climbing up the spiral column! Beast frantically chases Hardbody up the trophy, and the cameraman and referee follow. The climb is surprisingly easy, and soon Hardbody and Beast are slugging away on top of the tall platform, the words “SUPERIOR WRESTLER” in their rhinestone lustrous ness glistening behind them. That would make a nice picture. More importantly, four men are 50-FEET IN THE AIR and are steps away from taking a final dive. An uppercut by Hardbody sends Beast perilously close to the edge, his heels hanging over the abyss. He comes back and hits a kick of his own, slamming Hardbody into the “S” in WRESTLER. He tries it again, but Hardbody athletically bounds off the letter and turns it into a flying Jalapeño. Beast ducks, and Hardbody hits the cameraman, who falls backwards into the referee! THE CAMERAMAN AND THE REFEREE ARE FALLING FROM THE 50-FOOT HIGH TROPHY! The two OOWF employees fall through a stack of tables and wires and look dead. They aren’t moving at all, and the crowd is silent. Hardbody and Beast look at each, and look back down. Suddenly, Beast charges at Hardbody and attempts to push Beast off the edge, Beast is barely keeping his balance, Hardbody rushes again, Beast grabs his arms and OH FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY BEAST AND HARDBODY ARE PLUMMETING TO THE GROUND FROM THE 50-FOOT TROPHY! The crowd is absolutely silent as Beast and Hardbody twirl to their doom. The impact of the fall will be remembered forever, it being so loud it caused the OOWFTron to crack. Devastating. The cameraman, the referee, Hardbody Harris, and Beast have to be dead. A second cameraman is on the scene, checking the four individuals out as the medics take over. The emergency crew huddle over the four broken bodies. Then one, then another, then finally all the medics scream and run away from the carnage. An eerie light is shining from the twisted corpses. What’s this...a shape from Hardbody? Beast’s soul arises from Hardbody Harris! The crowd gasps at the realization. But wait a minute...Hardbody’s soul comes out of Beast! This explains everything! But before the crowd can completely cheer at the truth, HOLY SHIT THE SPIRITS OF HARDBODY AND BEAST ARE ASCENDING INTO THE SKY PUNCHING EACH OTHER! And Beast is also poking Harris’s eyes, which is still just wrong even in the afterlife. These two men clearly will not let death get in the way of their hatred and quest to be the SUPERIOR WRESTLER, living or no. The ghost-wrestlers leave eerie trails behind them as they float through the arena, landing haunting blows to one another. In mid-air, the ghost of Hardbody flies and delivers a shoulder block to Ghost-Beast, sending him tumbling across the way. Ghost-Hardbody signals the crowd and sends a haunting, “THE #1 FACE IN THE OOWF IS BACK!” booming through the arena. As his back is turned, Ghost-Beast comes hurtling in and clobbers G-H in the back of the head with a BIG MONSTER HAMMER CLUB O’DEATH, afterlife edition. What’s this? He covers him midair? Everyone is confused until GHOST REFEREE hurtles up and checks to see if G-H’s shoulders are flat on the astral plane. They are. Ghost count 1, 2, Hardbody floats out! Looks like falls truly count anywhere. Hardbody and Beast descend down toward the ring and start fighting a few inches above the mat. Arm drag by Hardbody causes no impact, and Beast floats unharmed. Beast Irish whips Hardbody, but Hardbody phases through the ropes and starts floating to the roof of the arena. Ghost-Beast gives chase, as does ghost referee. A few punches are thrown before all three apparitions pass right through the roof and are gone. Nobody knows what will happen until all eyes are the site of the two falls. For the first time in history, 20,000 people chant for “CAM-RA MAN! CAM-RA MAN! CAMRA-MAN!” And, in response to the earthly request, a light gleams and GHOST CAMERAMAN with GHOST CAMERA follow the action into space! When he finally catches up, Beast and Hardbody are tumbling through the evening sky. A plane flies right into them, and Hardbody and Beast fight among several hundred passengers. The pilot turns on the No-Smoking sign, but the ecto-trails off the wrestlers cannot be extinguished. Beast attempts to ram Hardbody into the bathroom stall, but forgets they’re both ghosts and everyone just passes through. Hardbody takes advantage of the situation and suplexes ghost-beast onto a cloud. It’s the most comfortable move ever. Back in the arena and on television sets around the world, the crowd is witnessing the GREATEST THING EVER. Well, they would be, except Beast has Hardbody in a chin lock on top of the cloud for a good two minutes. The fickle OOWF audience chants “BOR-ING” until they start to see Hardbody fire back up. He rises to his feet, hits two elbows, and is a SPIRIT OF FIRE as he clocks Beast multiple times. Beast is juicing a white ghost blood. He picks Beast up, who hits the most unearthly low blow ever, and Hardbody slowly falls back to earth. Beast, though, is unhappy with this speed, puts Hardbody between his legs, and they hurtle back down to the arena in a DESCEND-DOWN POWERBOMB. The fall is nauseating as the cameraman tries his best to follow the action back down to the arena. Hardbody and Beast zoom through the sky right into the carnage of bodies and broken stuff from before. The crowd is happy now, chanting “OH OH DUB EF! OH OH DUB EF!” Coincidentally Hardbody’s spirit goes back in the proper body, as does Beast’s. Could this ordeal finally be over? The ref and cameraman shrug and both of them float back into their bodies. Nothing happens for a minute, and the crowd wonders if everything is over. In less than ten seconds, though, there’s some slight movement. Beast’s arm twitches, and Hardbody starts blinking his eyes. THEY’RE ALIVE! THEY’RE ALIVE! The movements become quicker, and eventually both Beast and Hardbody are able to leverage themselves to their feet. Refs and cameramen are much bigger wussies, though, so it will be another minute before they get up. Understandably groggy, Beast and Hardbody don’t even see each other as they stumble around back onto the stage. Plus they’re bleeding like hell. Beast regains his composure first, though, noticing the SUPERIOR WRESTLER trophy and then noticing that he is in his own Beastly body again. He charges Hardbody, who is still getting used to being back in his own frame and is almost speared right out of it. A series of punches drives Hardbody back to the ring, and Beast throws HH into the stairs. Beast rolls Hardbody into the ring climbs in, and hits a tilt-a-whirl slam. He goes for the cover, but the ref has just finally made his way to his feet and is staggering back to the ring. In the meantime, he tries to go for an elbow drop off the middle rope, but Hardbody dodges it. Back body drop on Beast by Harris, who then climbs the top rope and hits the #1 DOUBLE AXE-HANDLE IN THE OOWF! Beast is down, and Hardbody picks him up. He goes for the TO BE EDITED IN LATER, but Beast avoids it and tries for an earthly BIG HAMMER MONSTER CLUB O’DEATH, but that’s ducked by Hardbody, who finally hits THE TO BE EDITED IN LATER! An exasperated Hardbody falls arms spread out, on top of Beast, and crowd chants along as the ref slides into the ring and counts. 1.......2........3! After months we finally have a SUPERIOR WRESTLER! WINNER IN 1:06:06 (Get it...66.06?) HARDBODY HARRIS *After the match, Hardbody stumbles out of the ring to a wondrous ovation. He makes it to the 50-foot trophy and leans on it as his music plays. Beast sits in the corner of the ring with his eyes closed, unable to watch. A brilliant shot of Hardbody Harris and the SUPERIOR WRESTLER trophy shooting a spectacular pyro display puts closure on the feud that has transcended Heaven, Earth, Reality, and Common Sense.* (we cut to the back where Moosehead Jack storms into GM the Rick’s office)
GMtR : Can I Help….. MHJ : Shut up! Just stop right there. I told you it wasn’t me, I told you I wasn’t behind it. I told Niles to stay the hell out of my business and he keeps pushing me! I want a match! GMtR : Just who the hell do you think you are talking to? I am not your lackey Ecosystem, you will not just come barging in here. . . MHJ : Rick, you either give me the match I want, you give me Niles’ Bitch Boys Johnny Adrenaline and Attitude Adjuster in a match, I don’t care if it is a damn handicap match, give me the match or so help me god, you think I was bad before? I will cripple everyone in my way. . . GMtR : Are you threatening me? Cause if you want to throw down threats, how does a permanent ban from the OOWF sound? MHJ : You think that will stop me? You think banning me will stop me? I will hound your ass and this promotion until I get my hands on them! GMtR : That what you want Jack? You want the suspension? JUST SAY THE WORD! MHJ : DO IT! You think it is gonna stop me? DO IT!! (Jack and GM the Rick share a tense stare down, suddenly a shadow falls over both of them, they both look up and see UnderDawg standing in the doorway) UD : Gentlemen, perhaps I can offer a solution to your problem. As you saw those two masked men attacked me earlier tonight as well. I don’t know for certain, but I suspect it was Johnny and AA as well. So how bout, next week at MidWeek Mayhem, since word is that Concrete will be out for at least a week, Moosehead Jack and UnderDawg versus Johnny Adrenaline and Attitude Adjuster (Jack eyes UnderDawg for a moment) GMtR : Well Jack? MHJ : I’ll take it.
(Jack leaves The Rick’s office, UnderDawg looks satisfied, and GM the Rick takes a long swig of whiskey) Ross: Did I just hear that right? Moosehead Jack and UnderDawg will be a team next week? Razz: Man oh man, you heard that right Ross, and if they can get along, I would NOT want to be Johnny and double A. Ross: That may be the most devastating team we have ever seen here in OOWF, and after what appeared to be Johnny and AA attacked both UnderDawg and Concrete, those two are not going to be in a good mood either. Razz: No they’re not. But, don’t doubt Johnny and AA too much, they are a couple of crafty veterans who know the inside of that ring like the back of their hand, they know how to use Jack and Dawg’s anger against them to win the match, don’t be surprised if they pull out a win. Ross: I would be highly, highly surprised if they were able to get a win. Razz: So Ross, up next, we have an Onslaught Championship match, what’s this rumor I hear about Thim turning heel? Ross: That’s just a lot of locker room gossip. Thim Reynolds is a fine upstanding man, who loves being champion more than anything in the world. He has dedicated his reign to Semaj B, and he is an honorable champion, I don’t give those rumors one ounce of truth, none whatsoever. Razz: Well that remains to be seen, he has a defense against Capellan tonight, let’s see how he handles the Phenom known as Capellan.
CAPELLAN vs. THIM REYNOLDS – Onslaught Championship Match The bell sounds and Thim and Capellan lock up in the center of the ring. Capellan uses his speed to quickly gain the advantage and runs rings around Thim for the first few minutes of the match. Capellan bounces off the ropes and hits Thim in the face with a beautiful looking dropkick and follows it up with a pair of power elbows to the throat. Capellan whips Thim into the ropes but drops his head just a bit too early and hits Capellan with a running knee. Capellan rolls out of the way as Thim attempts a leg-drop and while he's down Capellan runs the ropes, dives over the top of Thim and snaps his head forward. Thim chooses this moment to take a breather and rolls himself out of the ring. Capellan stands back waiting for the ref to count and for Thim to climb back in. Thim waits all the way up until 9 before sliding himself in under the ropes and back to his feet. The pair lock up again with Capellan once more gaining the advantage, locking Thim into a hammerlock and following up with a suplex. From on the canvas Thim grabs one of Capellan's legs and yanks him down. Capellan now spends several minutes countering Thim's attempts to lock him in one of many holds. Capellan eventually escapes and makes it back to his feet before Thim, quickly kicking him in the head and stomach until Thim once more rolls to the outside. Again Capellan allows Thim time and to climb back into the ring however this time when they lock up Thim gets the upper hand, grabbing Capellan into a headlock and running him into the turnbuckle, momentarily stunning him. Thim pulls Capellan into a HARD running whip into the opposite corner causing Capellan to crash into the turnbuckle and flip over the top of the ropes. Capellan smashes into the ring post, continues to tumble over and crashes down, back first onto the ring steps jarring his head and neck backwards. He rolls off the steps to the floor screaming in agony, blood running from a deep cut to the head and a huge gash on his back and neck caused. The ref rolls out of the ring to check on Capellan closely followed by Thim. Thim stands back allowing the ref to check on Capellan who insists that he is able to continue. Thim helps Capellan to his feet and then climbs back into the ring where he waits for Capellan, who slowly and painfully crawls back into the ring and climbs back to his feet using the ropes. Thim moves in and hits Capellan with a hangman's neck breaker, causing Capellan to roll around the mat screaming in agony - that fall to the steps obviously did even more damage than it first appeared. Seeing that Thim moves in and applies the Adjustment causing Capellan to tap almost immediately. WINNER in 25:52, and STILL OOWF Onslaught Champion, Thim Reynolds Thim releases the hold and just stands and stares at Capellan looking totally put out - Capellan still rolling on the floor in agony. Thim rolls out of the ring, fetches a chair and a microphone and sets them back up in the ring next to the groaning Capellan. 'What's the matter Capellan? I thought we were going to give these people a proper show!! I thought we were going to tear the house down again!! What the hell is this?? You get a little cut and you just up and quit. I thought you were good. I thought you could give me a proper match but I guess I was wrong - I guess you're nothing but a pussy' . . . Capellan appears to be trying to say something to Thim . . . 'What's that Cap? Your neck's injured after you hit it on the steps . . . oh dear, let me see what I can do for you'. Thim bends down and feels around the back of Capellan’s neck, 'Hmmmm, I think you might be right actually . . . Cap. Feels like the problems somewhere around your C3 vertebrae. Let me see what I can do for you. With that Thim picks Capellan up off the mat and hits a Delayed Brain-Buster Suplex, he immediately bends down and has another feel of Capellan’s neck. 'That's C1'. Thim picks Capellan up again and this time hits an Overhead Belly To Belly Tazplex. Bending down again Thim says 'Oooo, nearly. Still we got C2 for you. I think C3 is going to be a bit more tricky though'. Thim folds the chair up and places it in the center of the ring. Next he lifts Capellan up so that he's standing on the second rope. Finally he climbs up to the second rope himself and hits Capellan with a Belly to Back Release German Suplex onto the chair. Finally he picks the microphone up again and simply says 'That'll do it'. Thim’s music hits and he poses in the ring corners with his belt leaving Capellan seemingly unconscious and seriously injured in the center of the ring. Ross: Razz, I cannot believe what I have just seen. In all my years in wrestling, I don’t think I have ever witnessed such a shocking turn. Why would he do it? What reason could he have for trying to end the career of one of OOWF’s most promising stars? Thim Reynolds is a two bit bully, and worst of all he is a coward, his actions were just deplorable. Razz: Wow Ross, I am just as shocked as you are, I guess those rumors backstage were true after all huh? Man, I hope Thim gets some time to explain himself. Ross: Well I hope GM the Rick strips him of his Onslaught title, I cannot imagine a man who would do what he did should be holding a title that stands for all that is pure in this business, that is reprehensible. Razz: Well now calm down; let’s hear what the man has to say before we judge him. Ross: I can’t imagine him saying anything that would change my opinion of him. I also can’t imagine what Capslock and Stank were thinking when they attacked Wally B. King and debuted their new finisher on a 100lb man. Razz: Not many teams go out of their way to aggravate the Team From Down Under, but Capslock and Stank have no fear of any team, this should be one amazing match. Ross, do you think Jack and Gator can finally get it done tonight? Ross: Well tonight is certainly a golden opportunity for them, if they stumble, as we have seen tonight, there are a lot of hungry teams just waiting in line for their shot
FF CAPSLOCK & STANK vs. THE TEAM FROM DOWN UNDER (w/Wally B. King) – World Tag Team Title Match For two of the most popular teams in the OOWF there is certainly no love loss between these four men. GatorBait and Capslock start things off, they circle each other, each one sizing the other one up. Collar and elbow lock up, Gator grabs Caplslock’s arm and wrenches it. GB pulls FFC to their corner and tags OBJ who comes in from the top rope with a double sledge to FFC’s shoulder. Before he leaves GB grabs FFC’s shoulder and leaps over the top rope, clotheslining his arm down on the rope. FFC staggers backward and OBJ bounds off the ropes and hits FFC in the shoulder with a high knee. Capslock falls to one knee and Jack comes off the ropes again and connects with a drop kick to the shoulder. FFC is down on the mat; OBJ springs off the bottom rope and drops a knee across FFC’s shoulder. OBJ locks on an arm bar and taunts Stank. This naturally does not sit very well with Stank, so he comes into the ring to voice his displeasure, the ref moves to get him out of the ring, and when he does, OBJ and GB pull FFC to the corner and pull him shoulder first to the ring post. Stank leaves, and OBJ tries to lock on a fujiwara arm bar, but FFC fights it. Stank flinches like he is going into the ring, which brings GatorBait into the ring, Stank then comes in while the ref is moving GB out and drops a massive elbow across OBJ’s chest as he locks on the arm bar. The elbow drives all the wind out of OBJ and FFC is easily able to get to his feet and legally tag in Stank. Stank comes in and drops a leg across Stank. Capslocks climbs to the top rope and waits; GB is still arguing wit the ref. Stank lifts the dazed OBJ on his shoulders and drops him in the Stank U, before Capslock can fly, GB shoves the ref aside and crotches FFC on the top rope. From here it all breaks down, all four men brawl in the ring, out of the ring, up the ramp and back down. The ref tries to regain order, but has no success at all. Finally after several minutes he calls for the bell WINNERS – No Contest in 11:05 Ross: That was not very satisfying. Razz: No, no it wasn’t. I hate to suggest a cage match…. Ross: Especially after the carnage we say here tonight, that should be a last resort; I am hoping the Rick will sanction a no disqualification match for next week though Razz: That would be insane! I would pay to see that one! Ross: Well all we can do is hope GM the Rick is listening and takes it into consideration. Razz, onto something more serious, has there been a quieter champion in the OOWF than Blackdragon? Since he won the OOWF Intercontinental title in May from Johnny Adrenaline, he has quietly dominated the division like no one before him had Razz: Well to be fair there, Johnny Adrenaline, LD Williams, Eric O’Mac and Attitude Adjuster have had their own agenda that has taken them out of the picture, but I have to give him credit, it doesn’t seem to matter who you throw at him in the ring, Dragon walks out with his title night after night, you gotta respect that Ross: Well tonight he faces what might be one of his toughest tests yet; he faces off against a man who is, plain and simple, and animal. Mr. Jealous tried to kill Mark Vander last week after suffering a pin fall loss, this man is a very gifted athlete, but has issues controlling his anger Razz: Well, that’s the key Ross, if he can learn how to harness that rage and use it to his advantage and not draw the DQ, this could well be the man who takes the title off of Blackdragon. Tonight is his first opportunity; I doubt very much that it will be his last.
BLACKDRAGON vs. MR. JEALOUS – Intercontinental Title Match The bell rings and Jealous tries a sneak attack, Blackdragon senses it coming from behind and drops into a split and grabs Jealous legs as he jumps over BD pulling him to the mat. In one fluid motion BD is back to his feet and throws a drop kick to the back of Jealous head, then springs to his feet, quick as a cat. The fans give Dragon a nice ovation, this of course sends Jealous into a rage, he charges at BlackDragon several times, each time BD takes him over with an arm drag. After the last one Jealous jumps to his feet and Dragon connects with a forearm smash to the side of the head that rocks Jealous back on his heels. Jealous staggers to the ropes, Blackdragon runs to Jealous attempting a clothesline over the top rope, but Jealous ducks his shoulder and throws Blackdragon over the top. Dragon hits the floor with a sick thud. Jealous follows him to the outside and pulls BD to his feet, scoops him up and slams him back first into the ring post. Jealous then whips BD hard into the metal stairs, Dragon hits back and neck first. Jealous pulls Dragon up and rolls him into the ring. Jealous comes in after Dragon and immediately goes to work on his neck, clubbing some monster blows to the back of Dragon’s neck. Jealous pulls BD to a sitting position and tries to twist his neck off. Dragon slowly fights his way to his feet, a few elbows to Jealous midsection breaks the hold, but Jealous turns and just LEVELS Dragon with a clothesline. Jealous covers and gets a two count. Jealous pulls Dragon back to his feet, grabs him around the waist and hits a release German suplex that sends Dragon crashing neck first into the turnbuckle. Jealous grabs Dragon and takes him out of the ring onto the apron. Jealous lifts Dragon and falls backward with a belly to back suplex from the apron! Both men land hard, but the back of Dragon’s head slams against the concrete hard, he isn’t moving. The ref starts the ten count. Jealous comes to just in time to roll into the ring, purely instinctively, and gets the count out win. WINNER in 9:59 by count out, Mr. Jealous Not content with taking a count out win, Jealous leaves the ring and throws Blackdragon back inside. Jealous drops a couple of knees on the back of Dragon’s neck, then lifts him up, holds him high in the air for several seconds, then drops him in a Jealous Rage in the middle of the ring. Dragon is out. Jealous sneers at his fallen opponent, grabs the Intercontinental title from the table, pulls Dragon to his feet, Dragon can barely stand, Jealous then slams the title into BD’s head. Dragon falls to the mat, out cold. Jealous drops the title across his chest, spits on the champ and leaves the ring. Ross: I have never seen such blatant disrespect for a champion! Did Jealous ever have even the slightest interest in beating Dragon tonight? Or was it his goal to just humiliate the champ? Razz: Whoah there Ross, you didn’t exactly have a whole lot of respect for Johnny Adrenaline and Niles Anderson is not going to be on the top of your Christmas card list this year either. Ross: That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it. I can sit here and disrespect the athletes who are not using their god given talents to the best of their abilities, I am an announcer, that is my job, but you know darn well there is a code of conduct among the boys in the back, and this kind of disrespect is just appalling. Razz: Well I am not so sure I would got that far Ross, and as always to get respect you have to earn it, maybe in Jealous’ eyes Blackdragon hasn’t done anything to earn that respect. Ross: That is just insane. Blackdragon is one of the most respected wrestlers in the back, and he has been an exemplary champion since winning the title. Mr. Jealous just has an ungodly chip on his shoulder. Razz: That may well be, but you have to, to be successful in this business, look at the guys in our main event, you think any of them don’t have massive chips on their shoulders? Massive egos? You have to, to get to the top. Ross: You may have a point there Razz, but that Jealous, he is going to get what is coming to him. Just the same, someone in this match might get what is coming to them as well, Niles Anderson orchestrated an attack on all three of his opponents this week, it was one of the most cowardly attacks I have ever seen. Razz: Well once again Ross, we have no proof that it was Niles, that is all speculation Ross: I think we can pretty well drop the speculation now, all evidence points to Niles, let’s head to the ring and see if he gets what he deserves tonight
NILES ANDERSON vs. DONOVAN VIPER vs. MICROPLAY vs. CANADIAN DRAGON – Fatal Four Way World Title Match First man to get a pin wins the title. Niles is the last to come to the ring, and looks very reluctant to get into the ring, which makes sense since everyone thinks he orchestrated the attacks. Niles looks like he is just about to play the chickenshit heel card and turn around and walk back to the locker room and take the count out loss when Canadian Dragon comes up behind him and shoots him into the ring. Niles gets to his feet, turns and glares at Niles. CD just motions for Niles to look behind him, when he turns around; he gets leveled by a Microplay double axe handle right between the eyes. As he gets to his feet from that, Donovan Viper grabs him and destroys him with a side winder. While he is on the mat from that, Canadian Dragon flies into the ring and lands a frog splash. Instead of getting up, Canadian Dragon hooks the leg and gets a two count; Viper realizes what is going on just in time and drops an elbow across Dragon’s head to break up the pin. Microplay pulls Niles to his feet and throws him between the ropes and follows him to the outside. Inside, Canadian Dragon hits the ropes and ducks a Viper clothesline attempt and locks DV in a crucifix. The ref is coming down with three when Viper wiggles out of it. On the outside, Microplay is pursuing Niles around the ring, bouncing his head off of random objects at will. Microplay grabs Niles and whips him into the ring post and slides into the ring just in time to break up a small package attempt by Canadian Dragon. On the outside Niles is lying on the floor, blood oozing from a nasty gash on his forehead. Inside, Viper and Microplay whip Dragon to the ropes; they both lower their heads for a double back drop, but Dragon puts on the breaks and catches them both with a DDT. Both men are lying face down on the mat, so Dragon springs off the middle rope with a Dragonsault. CD hooks MP’s arm and rolls him over in a pinning position and gets a two count before Viper reaches over and rakes his eyes causing the break. Viper gets to his feet and throws Dragon over the top rope, but Dragon holds on and skins the cat and pulls Viper over the top rope with his feet. The action continues on fierce for the next thirty minutes. The end comes when Niles and Viper and both down after receiving simultaneous superplexes from opposite corners from Microplay and Canadian Dragon. MP and CD get to their feet, MP kicks CD low and tries for a pile driver, but CD reverses it into a back body drop that sends MP over the top rope. CD waits for Niles to get to his feet; Donovan Viper gets to his feet at the same time, and digs in his tights for a chain. Canadian Dragon lines Niles up for a Dragon Kick, but Niles ducks and CD plants a kick right into an unsuspecting Donovan Viper’s jaw. Viper goes down in a heap, the chain flies off his hand. Niles nails CD from behind and throws him out of the ring; he lands on top of Microplay, taking both of them out of the match momentarily. When the ref goes to check on the two on the outside, Niles picks up DV’s chain and blasts him in the face with it, then lifts a nearly unconscious Donovan Viper and plants him with a SteeDDT Niles makes the cover and the ref turns around in time to make the three count, just before Microplay and Canadian Dragon can make it back into the ring. WINNER in 45:18 Niles Anderson After the match, Niles grabs his title and flees, knowing none of his usual backup is healthy enough to offer any protection, Niles rushes up the ramp and right through the back. Fortunately for us a camera man is following him. Niles doesn’t even change; he runs right to the parking garage, hops in his rental and guns it out of the arena. Ross: Well Niles lived to fight another day, but I have never seen someone with such a case of the limber tail in my life! Razz: Niles was running like the devil himself was chasing him! He may not stop until he gets back in the states! Ross: Folks that’s all the time we have tonight! For Razz, I’m Ross GOODNIGHT!
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[Edited on 8-1-2005 by mooseheadjack]
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Post by mooseheadjack on Jun 12, 2008 17:00:45 GMT -5
## Thim wanders casually into theRicks office, who's still visibly pissed off after his meeting with MHJ & Underdawg
T: Hiya boss
tR: oh what the hell do you want? What do you think you were playing at out there
T: what's the problem? There was no problem during the match. I won fair and square. No cheating involved anywhere, just go and ask the ref . . .
tR: that's not what I'm talking about and you know it
T: oh you mean Capellans Full Spinal Realignment? Well the guy seemed like he needed it after that knock on the steps . . . I know he seems in more pain now but he'll thank me later
tR: bull**** Thim, don't try and kid me there was anything medical about that, you just plain out beat the snot out of a defenseless man
T: excuse me, I guess I bow to the superior medical wisdom then? No? Thought not . . . anyway this wasn't what I came in here to talk about
tR: I'm not sure we got anything else to talk about have we?
T: well it's like this. I've worked bloody hard to get where I am today and to be brutally honest my body is feeling a bit banged up and knocked around. In my professional medical opinion I need a bit of a rest, some time to heal up a bit
tR: well there's two chances of that happening around here. Slim and none and slim just left town
T: oh did he? Cool, well I'll be following him then
tR: WHAT!!!
T: yes well you see it's this whole contract clause stating that I only have do defend my title once every thirty days. When are you GM's going to learn to take that clause out.
tR: but you can't just up and leave for a month
T: don't worry, I'll not be gone that long. I've booked myself a couple of weeks on a nice island in the middle of the Mediterranean. A bit of sun, sea, sand and relaxation and I'll be back in a couple of weeks better than ever.
tR: and what exactly do you expect me to do about the title while your away
T: well if I were you I'd organise a few matches and find me someone decent to defend it against before I get back - you know that I'm only here for the competition. Catch you later . . .
## Thim turns around and walks out of theRicks office leaving him even MORE pissed off than he was when he went in
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