OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Constantine, Algeria
Before the first match can be announced "Firewoman" by the Cult hits, and Commissioner Firewoman walks down the ramp to cheers. She's dressed all in street wear, however, and takes a position at the extra chair at the announce table. Russ and Razz make a bit of a fuss, ordering someone to get her a bottle of
Aquafina, while Nash just rolls his eyes.
Russ: To what do we owe this honor?
FW: I'm the commissioner and I thought it'd be a good idea to see the show from this vantage point. Besides I'm bored backstage.
Razz: Are you sure it's safe for you to--
FW: For me to sit here? Yeah, I think that's safe. Can we get on with it?
Russ: You're the boss. Okay, our first match is one that you had a hand in starting, with the acquisition of Mai Muyo. So really, who's idea was this?
FW: It was my idea to bring her around. It was her idea to wrestle. I think you all will like what you see.
Razz: Well, this will be our first look at what she can do, so I hope you're right.MAI MUYO vs. TBAMatch To Be Added* Mai gets the win over Hopelessly Overmatched Jobber 1
Russ: Solid win for Mai, you have to wonder about her, how much like her brother will she be?
Nash: You mean Grand Slam Champion Ecosystem?
Russ: No I mean crazy like a loon Ecosystem
FW: I think it is fair to say Mai should be judged on her own merits and not based on what her brother has done
Nash: Hit a little close to home there, eh Fire?
FW: No comment Nash
Razz: Next up we have Texpress. You're pretty good friends with them, right Fire?
FW: Well, I am with Chad. Zane never did like me for some reason.
Nash: Friends. That's what they're calling it these days.
FW: Watch it, or I'll make sure your next hotel reservation comes without a minibar.
Russ: Still, the team has been through some rough times recently.
FW: Yes, but I think they're coming out on the other side of that. TEXPRESS v BERBER III & VIn the ring are the Masked Berbers III & V. They are the last surviving members of the legendary Masked Berbers of the Mediterranean Wrestling Council.
"God Blessed Texas" cranks up and Chad Madison & Zane Myers hit the Ramp, and clearly look like a different team than we have seen in recent weeks. Both members are glad-handing the fans along the guardrail. Zane nearly Smiles! They reach the ring and we’re about to get the bell… When suddenly Berber III just drops to the mat, unmoving. Berber V throws up the dreaded X symbol and EMTs flood the ringside area within moments. After several tense minutes of CPR, Berber III seems to be breathing again. The Ambulance is backed down the ramp and squeals away, sirens blaring once III is loaded in the back. Junior Hale seems lost. Chad & Zane drop to the floor, assuming the match is off. Berber V stands there, seemingly in shock, not sure of what to do.
Music hits and General Manager The Selena hits the ramp, mic in hand.
GMtSa-T: Ladies and gentlemen, I am being told that Berber III suffered a heart attack and is being transported to a local hospital. He is breathing and conscious (Crowd Pops). Unfortunately, the show must go on. Seeing how we don’t have any more jobbers backstage tonight, This match will become a singles match. Chad Madison versus Berber V. Ring the Bell!
Zane begins to protest loudly. Chad is apparently not happy either, but it looks like Selena’s mind is made up. She skips off stage, pleased with herself.
Chad looks at Zane, shrugs, and climbs in the ring. Berber V meets him in the center of the ring, head down and seemingly not into the match at all. Chad extends a hand and Berber V takes it…AND PULLS CHAD INTO A SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE! What a dirty Trick!
Russ: What a Dirty Trick!Berber stomps and kicks at Chad, keeping him at bay for a good minute and a half. Chad is able to pulls himself up with the ropes and begins to retaliate. CHOP WHOOOOO! CHOP WHOOOO! CHOP WHOOOOO! Berber backs away from Chad who grabs him and whips him into the ropes… Steamboat Arm drag Berber pops up and walks into ANOTHER Steamboat Arm drag Chad locks in the arm bar as the crowd fires up. Berber gets to his knees, and turns the arm bar into a majistral cradle for a 2 count. Berber gets up and shakes his fist at Chad, who just beckons him to come on. Steamboat Arm drag! AND ANOTHER! Berber takes a powder to the floor, walks around a bit.. and right into Zane Myers! Berber jumps back into the ring and runs.. right into a Dropkick. Chad pops off a second, third, fourth, AND fifth Dropkick and Berber V ends up flat on his back in the middle of the ring. Chad goes to the top. SOMERSAULT LEGDROP! That should do it…1…2…3!
WINNER, in 4:29, Chad Madison
Chad raises his hands in celebration, but catches the eye of his partner. He puts it down quickly and drops to the floor, where they have a quiet discussion all the way up the ramp.
FW: See? I told you they would be fine
Razz: Well, to be fair, that was not a tag match, they still don’t seem to be on the same page exactly
Russ: Well I am sure Zane didn’t cause a heart attack
Nash: You know what these guys need? They need to get into the ring and beat the holy hell out of one another
Russ: WHAT? Why on EARTH would they do that?
FW: Yeah I don’t see that happening
Razz: Wait, look, I think Nash has a point here, these two have some unresolved issues between them, maybe all it would take is a match to get it out of their system
Nash: And if I am not mistaken, the Commissioner can recommend matches
FW: Yeah, I will get right on that Nash
Razz: Now this is an interesting idea GM the Selena had for the Trios titles.
FW: Yeah, interesting is a word for it.
Razz: It’s real simple, whoever wins two out of three matches gets to pick the stips for the pay per view match
Russ: Thoughts on the outcome?
FW: Well, if we can keep Evans, Folz, and Larson from cheating, my money is on D&D.
Razz: And if we can't?
FW: Well.....CHRIS EVANS vs. DH MAGNUSSONChris Evans comes out first to a chorus of boos. He taunts the fans as he makes his way to the ring, and then rolls under the ropes and poses, seemingly enjoying the reaction. He stretches in the corner as D.H. Magnusson appears at the top of the stands. DH makes his way through the crowd as the fans come unglued. He hops the railing and climbs into the ring. DH glares at the smirking Evans as referee Junior Hale gives them their instructions. Junior calls for the bell and we’re under way.
DH tries for a lockup, but Evans goes straight to the eyes. He follows up with a kick to the gut and tries for an Irish whip, but DH grabs him by the throat and pitches him into the corner. DH follows him in, but Evans darts out of the way of the charge. He grabs DH from behind and drops him with a backstabber. He tries for a quick cover, but DH throws him off at one. Evans lands on his feet and drops an elbow, but DH rolls out of the way. DH stuns Evans with a European uppercut, and follows up with a straight right hand. He scoops Evans up and slams him, and stomps way until Evans rolls to the outside. DH follows him out, and Evans high tails it around the ring. He darts back in and drives an elbow into DH’s head as he tries to follow. Evans stomps DH and drags him into the corner. He goes out to the floor and slams DH’s arm into the ring post. Junior warns him and Evans backs off - only to dropkick DH’s arm into the steel. Evans slides back into the ring and drags DH to his feet. He wraps DH’s arm around the top rope and hauls on it, drawing another warning. He drags DH from the corner and winds his arm, and then runs up the ropes and leaps off into an arm drag. He scrambles over to DH and locks on an arm bar. He drives his elbow repeatedly into DH’s shoulder, and pushes him to the mat and transitions to a cross arm breaker. Junior checks, but DH isn’t about to give up. DH sits up and gets his feet under him, managing to stand up while Evans still has him in the hold. With a roar, DH lifts Evans up and slams him into the mat. Evans’ grip slackens, and DH pulls free.
DH stumbles back into the corner, trying to shake life back into his arm. Evans launches himself at him, but runs face-first into a punch. DH follows up with a solid head butt and slams Evans’ head into the turnbuckle. Hard kick by DH, and he scoops Evans up and slams him to the mat. He sits Evans up and punts him in the back, and then bends him back into a dragon sleeper. Evans hammers DH’s damaged shoulder and manages to slip free. Both men are up, and Evans catches DH with dropkick to the shoulder. He goes to the ropes, but DH plants his feet and snags Evans out of the air, killing him with a spine buster. He hooks the leg, but Evans rolls a shoulder before three.
DH drags Evans to his feet and takes him over with a suplex. He hammers him with a series of forearms before pulling him back up. He sends Evans to the ropes, but Evans ducks a clothesline and comes back with a cross body. Evans rolls to his feet and shoves DH onto his stomach. He pins his arm behind him and drives a knee repeatedly into his shoulder. Evans goes back to the ropes and hits a lionsault onto the arm. He rolls DH over with the arm still pinned and makes the cover, but DH kicks out at two. Evans stomps on the arm some more, and then locks DH in This One’s Gonna Hurt. DH yells in pain, but refuses to give up. He’s got nowhere to go, however, and it looks like he’s going to have to tap, but he finally manages to drag himself far enough to hook the ropes with a foot and force the break.
Evans releases the hold and gets up. He drags DH up and sends him to the ropes, and levels him with a dropkick. He waits for DH to get up and throws the Eye of the Storm, but DH catches the kick. Evans tries for an enzugiri, but DH catches that as well, though using his injured arm to do it obviously costs him. DH adjusts his grip and plants Evans with a wheelbarrow suplex. He comes off the ropes and hits a leg drop. He covers, but Evans kicks out at two.
DH drags Evans to his feet and sends him hard into the corner, but before he follows him in he sees Matt Folz step onto the stage. DH glares, and Junior sees him as well, and starts yelling at Folz to stay away from the ring. DH turns back to Evans and storms into the corner, but stops short as Evans kicks him hard in the nether regions. Evans hops to the second rope and hits a tornado DDT. Junior turns around and sees the cover. As Junior slides into position, Evans walks his feet up the ropes. Junior counts One…Two…Three - DH rolls a shoulder, but isn’t in time.
WINNER, in 12:47, Chris Evans
After the match: Evans rolls off and slides out of the ring. He backs up the aisle with his arms raised as DH sits up and fumes.
Russ: You know, it really makes me sad. Chris Evans has all the talent in the world, but he will continue to take short cut after short cut to win the match.
FW: That is why Cubbie could never beat me, or Alex
Nash: Right, because both you and Alex are above taking short cuts. Right. Gotcha
FW: You got something to say Nash?
Nash: I am saying it. You think I haven’t sat here for years and watched both you and Alex in the ring? Are you denying that either of you have cheated to win a match? That either of you have taken a short cut to win a match?
FW: That was then. We don’t need that now.
Nash: Cut the sanctimonious crap Fire. A leopard does not change its spots
FW: But it would rip your throat out
Razz: Hey look at that! Our next match, coming right up! Danny Taylor faces Bryce Larson….how bout we go to the ring now before the blood flows hereBRYCE LARSON vs. DANNY TAYLORMatch to Be Added Later* Danny evens the series at 1-1 with a win over Bryce Larson
Cut to GM Selena’s office. The door is wide open, and the Clown is nowhere in sight. Bridgette is seated across the desk from Selena.Bridgette: All we’re asking is no more singles matches. They both agree, they are committed to remaining a Tag Team.
GMtSa-T: Hmmph. They need to say “I’m Sorry” for being so mean to me.
Bridgette: Not sure about that. How about they agree to refer to you as Selena? No more name calling. I promise they will be nice to you from now on.
GMtSa-T: I guess. But not until next week. This week, one of them has already wrestled. The fans deserve to see the other one wrestle too. Let’s see… what would make a good match, something unexpected? Something buzzworthy……..
Just then, “Crusher” Stan Fulton walks past the office, fresh from his match. Selena sees him and her head pops up instantly.GMtSa-T: That’s it! I promise, from now on, Texpress gets to be in tag team matches, after tonight... when Zane Myers faces….Stan Fulton for the Intercontinental Title!
Selena beams, very proud of herself. Bridgette shakes her headBridgette: This isn’t going to end well.
Russ: Can you believe that? Zane Myers gets an Intercontinental title shot……TONIGHT!
FW: This is not going to sit well with Chad
Nash: And it shouldn’t. Zane should refuse the match, if he was really focused on the team, he would
FW: You are just DYING to stir up trouble there aren’t you?
Nash: Just stating the obvious. If my tag team partner was more interested in singles titles than winning the tag titles, he wouldn’t be my tag partner for long.
FW: Your tag partner was more interested in Happy Hour than tag teaming anyway
Razz: Owww, that was kinda low Fire
Nash: That’s fine Razz. I mean, Fire is a tag team expert. How many tag titles have you won again Fire? Oh yeah. None. Well done.
Russ: Before we get bogged down in bickering, lets head to the ringMATT FOLZ vs. OUTBACK JACKBattle Without Humanity plays as Matt Folz makes his way to the ring. He is solo tonight, no Kings, no posse. He receives boos on his way, but being the ever silent professional, he ignores them. Alchohaulin Ass hits and the crowd erupts for the arrival of Outback Jack. Jack slaps hands with some fans on his way to the ring. He motions for the ref to check Folz, and Matt is happy to oblige. The ref checks, but no illegal objects are found. Folz smirks and the bell is sounded.
OBJ wastes no time in locking up and pushing Folz back to the ropes. He sends Folz to the opposite side and goes for a clothesline. Folz ducks, and turns to take the advantage, but Jack was anticipating it and nails a big boot. He follows by dropping an elbow. OBJ goes for a pin, but Folz kicks out at one.
Jack pulls Folz to his feet and starts laying in with lefts and rights. Folz is rocked and retreats to the ropes. The ref pushes Jack back, and when he moves, Folz charges and takes OBJ down going for an arm lock of some kind. Jack is able to roll him to his side and nails a head butt. Folz is rocked and rolls away. OBJ uses this opportunity to try and lock in a Dragon sleeper. Unfortunately Folz is too close to the ropes and gets the brake.
Folz slides out of the ring and kneels recuperating. Jack presses the attack by
reaching through the ropes and trying to pull Folz back. What OBJ does not know
is that Folz has slid a pair of Brass Knucks out from under the ring. He pops Jack right between the eyes, and the Ref is out of position to see it. OBJ is rocked and has to grab the ropes for support. Folz ditches the knucks, and slides into the ring. He grabs OBJ from behind and nails a bridging German Suplex. The ref makes the count, and Jack is too shook up to kick out in time.
WINNER in 8:04 Matt Folz
Folz leaves heading up the ramp to more boos as a groggy DH gets back to his feet. As he gets to the top of the ramp, he is joined by the rest of BKK and they celebrate. They all make the sign for the titles around their waist. Jack gets to his feet in the middle of the ring and motions for them to bring it. BKK start toward the ring, but security quickly intervenes and keeps they from getting to the ring.
Razz: Ok Nash……lets say you are on the winning team for this, what stips do you pick?
Nash: Drink and Destroy are brawlers. They like a good fight, and can barely keep the match in the ring most of the time. BKK, they have four of the finest wrestlers in the OOWF in their ranks. If I were them, I am making the match Onslaught rules.
FW: That is crazy. You want to beat the champs and make it sting? Beat them at their own game. No disqualification match. Anything goes. Mayhem all around. You beat them in that match and you have EARNED the titles
Nash: No one cares if you EARNED the titles, all that matters is that you WON the titles
Russ: Now we turn to veteran Davin Moreland and newcomer Psykle.
FW: Psykle reminds me a little bit of myself. He's got that rage inside him, but if he can keep it under control, he might give Davin some trouble. But, Davin has his own issues and even if there's not a lot of information out there about Psykle, Davin can adjust to just about anything.DAVIN MORELAND vs. PSYKLEPsykle, being the rookie, comes out first. The crowd boos. Davin, being the well-seasoned veteran, comes out second. The crowd kinda cheers since they don't know if it's heel Davin or face Davin today. Davin does something he rarely does in the ring, and looks up at Psykle, as Falls Rivers own Angelos Barros goes over the usual stuff, and then calls for the bell.
There's a lot of pacing and sizing each other up, to build the tension, until finally the two collide in the center with the opening lock up. They push away from each other, stare, and then go again. They stay locked up a bit longer, with first Davin pushing Psykle down to one knee, then Psykle reversing and getting Davin to a knee before they both push off again. More stares. Third time's the charm, and this time they grasp hands in a show of strength, with again, neither man giving ground. Finally, Psykle sees an opening, kicking Davin in the gut to bend him over into a headlock. But Davin reaches down to grab Psykle's leg to take him over, but ends up forcing him back into the ropes. Psykle puts his elbow across the rope, mostly to apply more leverage it looks like, but it's still a rope break, so the referee starts counting. Psykle lets go of the head lock as both men leave the ropes again. Another power lock up but this time we get going, as Psykle pushes Moreland off into the ropes, but Moreland comes out with a shoulder block, knocking Psykle over. Psykle gets slowly to his feet in surprise, because much like Davin isn't used to being the short one, Psykle isn't so used to being with someone arguably as strong as he is too. Psykle laughs, says something, and then kicks Moreland in the stomach, followed by some punches. He whips Moreland into the ropes and then hits him with a shoulder block on the way out, knocking him down. Psykle sizes him up as he gets to his feet, and attacks again Another kick to the gut and Psykle looks to set him up for a power bomb, but Davin pushes free easily. He must say something, because Psykle looks like he's getting angry, and he and Davin meet forehead-to-forehead...kinda...and start to trash talk each other. Davin has heard enough and pushes away enough to hit Psykle with one, two, three elbows to the head before trying to grab Psykle to pick him up for ... well, we'll never know, as Psykle drops some elbows on Davin's back to get free. Davin fires back with a punch then hits the ropes, coming out with...nothing, because Psykle dodges, and twists, throwing Davin off balance, so he lands on his back. Psykle goes for the cover, one, two, no, Davin's not going to lose to slipping on a banana peel. Yet. *wink*.
Before Davin can get up, Psykle comes behind him, getting him into a rear naked choke. He squeezes down, as Barros checks to be sure Davin can breathe. Amazingly though, Davin is able to twist around, getting to one knee, and then both feet. He elbows Psykle in the gut a few times to get free, hammering him in the face, but Psykle retaliates with a knee to the midsection. Psykle throws him into the corner, and follows him in with a clothesline. He shoulder blocks Davin three times, and then goes to whip him to the far corner, but Davin reverses and then returns the clothesline favor. He also returns the favor of the shoulder block to the gut, although he only does one. He does it from like mid-ring though. Ouch. He dares Psykle to come out of the corner, which he does, into a nice mid-section kick. Davin hits the ropes again but as he comes out, Psykle gets him with his own kick. Psykle helps Davin up by yanking on his chin, tosses him to the ropes, and bends over to count the fibers in the canvas. Davin comes out with a kick to the face, sending Psykle backward. He comes out with a wild punch, which Davin easily ducks. Psykle turns back around, and Davin lifts him up and puts him over his shoulder for a very... long... time. Too long though because before Davin can do something cool, Psykle slides down his back. The two turn to face each other again, and meet in the center of the ring with matching clotheslines, knocking them both down.
Barros checks on both men, who predictably are writhing in pain. He starts the count.....one...two....three....both men get to their knees, and then up on their feet. Davin attacks first with some punches, with Psykle firing back as he can. Psykle pushes him off so that Davin hits the ropes. He comes off a bit out of control, and Psykle capitalizes by catching him mid stride and lifting him up into a supl--...wait, no make that a DELAYED suplex. Davin is woozy from the rush of blood and the sudden stop at the end of that fall, so Psykle 'assists' him to his feet, and gets him to the corner. He picks him up, seating him on the top turnbuckle. He hits a few more blows for good measure and starts to set up the Psycho Driver, but now it's Davin's turn to push away. He shoves Psycho off the second rope. Psycho staggers a bit on his feet, but turns back to Davin who jumps off the second rope and lands an elbow drop right on Psykle's deltoid. Psycho grabs his neck in pain, and then turns back around toward Davin, only to walk right into a Really Good Diamond Cutter. Davin quickly makes the pin, with the forearm across the chin, and a hook of the leg, one..two...THREE!
WINNER in 17:21 –Davin Moreland
Razz: Wow, that was a close one.
FW: I can't tell if Davin was playing possum after that DDT to set him up, or if he just got lucky.
Russ: Either way, a win is a win. Our next match is....uh....you okay?
FW: Yeah. I hate that fucking mask.
Nash: Yeah I would hate it too if my brother was wearing it when he stabbed me
FW: Fuck you Nash, that wasn’t Moose
Nash: Uh huh
Razz: Getting to the point here, these guys seem pretty evenly matched. I saw some of Ket’s stuff from Japan and he was BRUTAL there. He seems more focused this time around
FW: Well that is the difference between Poe being in your ear encouraging you and Aisha doing the same thing. She may be her father’s daughter, but she is nothing like Poe
Russ: Yet
FW: Perhaps
Razz: Let’s keep this puppy moving and head to the ring!KETSUEKI SEISHIN vs. J-P SPARXX“Black Sabbath” by Type O Negative plays and Ketsueki Seishin and Aisha make their way to the ring to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Aisha holds the ropes open and Ket steps into the ring and stands defiantly with his arms crossed across his chest. Aisha stands in front of him and laughs, then holds her arm up and Cain flies from the rafters and lands on her forearm. She strokes his feathers and coos at him, then leaves the ring and takes her spot at ringside. The boos turn to cheers as “Let it Rock” plays and J-P SParxx and Jewel come out and make their way to the ring. Sparxx gets to ringside and glares at Ket, who remains defiant in the middle of the ring. Aisha makes her way around ringside and jaws with Jewel. The two women look like they are about to come to blows but Sparxx says something to Jewel and she backs off a few steps and smirks at Aisha. Sparxx slides under the ropes and gets in Ket’s face. The referee calls for the bell and we are underway!
Ket tries to unleash a chop to the chest, but Sparxx ducks it and Ket spins around, Sparxx catches him with a kick to the gut, then plants him on the mat with a FACEBUSTER! Sparxx sprints to the corner and hops to the top rope, as Ket stands up, Sparxx nails him right on the chin with a missile drop kick that sends Ket staggering back into the corner. Sparxx charges into the corner, but Ket catches him with a boot to the jaw that sends him staggering. Ket reaches out and grabs Sparxx by the hair and pulls him into the corner and BRUATALIZES him with kicks and chops. Ket pulls Sparxx out of the corner and knees him in the gut and lifts him for a suplex, but Sparxx kicks his legs and slips out of it landing on his feet behind Ket.
As Ket spins around, Sparxx catches him with a spinning heel kick that sends Ket to the mat. Sparxx bounces off the ropes and drops a knee across Ket’s chest, then covers, but Ket kicks out at two. Sparxx heads to the corner again, but Ket kips up and charges into the corner and knocks Sparxx feet from beneath him, crotching him on the top rope. Ket grabs Sparxx’s head and lands a couple of stiff chops to the nose, then grabs him by the head and hits a LEAPING JAW BREAKER! Sparxx’s head snaps back and Ket covers, but Sparxx kicks out at two.
Ket gets to his feet and waits for Sparxx to get on one knee. As he does, Ket charges in and catches Sparxx with a stiff kick to the side of the head! Sparxx crumples to the mat Ket stands over him and sarcastically bows. The crowd boos this loudly, but Ket ignores them and pulls Sparxx to a sitting position and locks in a NERVE HOLD! Sparxx grimaces in pain and tries to fight it. On the outside Jewel slaps the mat and gets the crowd riled up and they start cheering for Sparxx. Sparxx uses this energy to get work his way to his feet. He lands an elbow in Ket’s gut, breaking the hold, then lands a spinning heel kick to the gut doubling Ket over, then PLANTS him on the mat with a DDT!
Sparxx covers, but Ket kicks out at two. Ket gets to his feet and staggers back to the corner, Sparxx gets up and charges in and hits a huge running clothesline. Ket staggers out of the corner, but does not go down. He turns around and Sparxx charges out of the corner but Ket catches him with a back body drop. Ket leaves the ring and waits on the apron, he springs to the top rope and tries a flying chop, but Sparxx is on his feet and POPS Ket in mid air with a SUPERKICK! Ket is OUT! Sparxx covers, but Aisha jumps onto the apron and distracts the referee! Sparxx slaps the mat and the fans count along, ONE, TWO, THREE! But there is no referee!
Just then, someone jumps the guard rail and grabs Sparxx’s leg and pulls him out of the ring…..it’s MOOSEHEAD JACK! Moose kicks Sparxx in the gut and PLANTS him on the floor with a DDT! Moose rolls Sparxx back into the ring, Ket gets back onto his feet and pulls Sparxx up, lifts him and DRIVES him to the mat with the JOKER DRIVER! Aisha hops off the apron and the referee turns around just in time to make the one, two, THREE!
WINNER in 14:02 – Ketsueki Seishin
The bell rings and Moose is immediately in the ring, and he and Ket hammer Sparxx with punches and kicks. Jewel tries to make the save, but Aisha grabs her and holds her in a hammerlock/chokehold and makes her watch. Moose lands a couple of shots with a chain wrapped around his fist, then leaves the ring looking for plunder. Ket pulls Sparxx to his feet and sets up the DREADED MIST! But before he can hit it, Davin Moreland hits the ring! He ducks a chop from Ket and lands a BIG BOOT to the side of Ket’s head sending him out of the ring to the floor.
Moose sees Davin in the ring and grabs HDB from under the ring and slides into the ring. Moose sneaks up behind Davin and is about to plant HDB into Davin’s skull when Sparxx yells and tosses Davin a piece of rebar from outside the ring. Moose and Davin square off in the middle of the ring and look like they are about to come to blows, when GM Selena comes out to the top of the ramp
WAIT WAIT WAIT! Neither one of you take another step! Moose……you said something in your promo the other day that made me think…….as GM it is my duty to make sure things go off without a problem. So, that being said, I have to ensure the quality of the pay per view. Therefore, I am making a decision RIGHT NOW that neither Moose, nor Davin, can touch one another until the pay per view (the crowd is not overly happy with this) and if they do, no fines, no suspensions, whoever breaks that rule will be FIRED!
Now……as for Ket and Sparxx, you two will face one another next week, and to make things a little more even……Moose, you will be in Ket’s corner, and Davin, you will be in Sparxx corner. The Selena, has, spokenSelena walks to the back and Moose, Aisha, and Ket head up the ramp, while Sparxx, Davin and Jewel remain in the ring.
Russ: Fire……I think your brother is back
Fire: <with her head in her hands> Dammit Jack, why do you always have to make things DIFFICULT!
Razz: But……I thought…….Moose isn’t Ket?
Nash: He has been saying that for a month
Razz: Yeah, but who believed him? Fire, did you believe him?
FW: I am not even touching that. Let’s not start dissecting my brother’s personalities
Nash: Ok then…..well, here comes a clusterfuck of a match. Four on four. That should be right up your alley, eh, Fire?
Russ: Have some RESPECT. This is a mother-to-be here...
FW: It's okay, Russ. Keep it up, Nash, and I might just have to lose the travel expenses report you give me.
Nash: So?
FW: So you'll have to pay your own bar tab.
Nash: ..... okay...my apologies. REGICIDE, STAN FULTON & STANK vs. THE NIGHT MARCHERS, JW WESTGAARD & EL LOBO SANGRIENTOMatch to be Added Later* Huge brawl, goes all over the arena and most of Northern Africa. In the end, while Regicide and the Night Marchers are doing their best to kill one another, and Stan and Westgaard are doing unspeakably violent things to one another with axe handles and hockey sticks, El Lobo Sangriento reverses Stank’s attempt at a Stank U into a crucifix and gets a surprise win on the champ
STAN FULTON vs. ZANE MYERS – OOWF Intercontinental Title MatchFor the second time tonight,
"God Blessed Texas" fires up and the crowd goes crazy as Zane Myers comes to ringside. He appears to be all business, no high-fives for the kids, no expression on his face.
”Crusher” fires up and Stan Fulton comes to ringside, dragging the Intercontinental Title with him. He looks none too pleased to be wrestling again.
The bell sounds, and Fulton and Myers lock up. Zane gets the upper hand, and backs Stan into the corner. Clean break, and they lock up again. Fulton this time is able to back Myers into the opposite corner. Clean break again… Then Fulton just SLAPS the taste out of Myers’ mouth. And the brawl ensues.
Fulton and Myers beat on each other senseless for nearly five minutes. Punches, chops, elbows, they go toe to toe with neither man really gaining an advantage. Fulton uses a Greco-Roman thumb to the eye to slow Myers down. Irish whip. Shoulder block. Myers staggers, but doesn’t fall. Stan hits the ropes and tries to deliver a bigger blow, but Zane sees it coming and scoops Fulton up for a bodyslam! Zane isn’t able to slam him down, and Fulton’s size topples Zane. Stan tries to hook a leg, but Myers is up after just a 1 count.
Stan pulls Zane to his feet and delivers a huge head-butt. Myers drops like a stone. Crusher sets up an elbow, but Zane is able to roll out of the way. He gets to his feet first, and whips Fulton into the ropes Mafia Kick! And Stan wobbles like a top. Zane off the ropes; Knee lift! Fulton doubles over. DDT! Cover for 1…2.. and Crusher kicks out pretty easily. Myers up first, but Fulton plays possum and bull rushes Zane, smashing him into the turnbuckles. Crusher backs up…. RUNNING AVALANCHE! Zane crumbles to the mat. Stan struggles in dragging Zane away from the corner, then climbs the ropes for The Crusher! Stan bounces once, twice, three times, and dives off… and Nobody’s Home! Zane rolls out of the way as Fulton eats canvas. Myers is up first, and circles behind Fulton. Stan stands upright, and Zane loads him on his shoulders! TORTURE RACK!
Zane struggles to get his arm around Fulton’s neck to apply the pressure, and Stan’s struggling leads to Zane falling backwards into a kind of half Samoan Drop on Fulton and half Neckbreaker on Myers. Both men are down and the referee begins his count. 4….5…..6…..7…. Myers pulls himself up with the ropes at 8, Fulton is on one knee as well. 9…. And both men get upright just before a 10 can be counted. Slugfest time. Myers with a right. Fulton with a left. Myers with a forearm shot. Fulton with a judo chop. Lather, rinse, repeat. Neither man is steady on his feet, but neither man goes down.
Suddenly,
More Music plays and J W Westgaard strides to the stage, hockey stick held high. The crowd murmurs in anticipation, but Westgaard just stands there. Fulton has turned to face his fellow Minnesotan and has his hands out questioning JW’s presence. Myers seizes the moment and runs up behind Fulton and attempts a Belly-to-back Suplex! He isn’t able to get Fulton up very high, and ends up crashing to the mat at the same time. BOTH men’s shoulders are down! 1……2……Myers lifts his just an inch off the ground…3! Fulton lifts his shoulder up just a fraction of a second too late!
WINNER: in 11:21, and NEW OOWF Intercontinental Champion, Zane Myers!
The referee raises Zane’s arm, but neither man is getting up. Westgaard just smiles and heads to the back, passing Bridgette and Chad as they head to ringside to join Zane. Once he is on his feet, Bridgette gives him a Miss Elizabeth type hug and kiss. Chad pats Zane on the back, but seems to not know what to do.
Russ: WHAT AN UPSET! I CAN NOT BELIEVE WE HAVE A NEW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!
FW: WOW! That was AWESOME! Well done Zane!
Nash: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight you have witnessed the death of Texpress
Razz: You know, I think Nash might be onto something here, I mean, they were just trying to get things back together, and now this? This has to be a MAJOR distraction
Nash: Not only that, but how is Chad going to react to no longer being the best singles wrestler in Texpress?
FW: Chad is a great wrestler Nash
Nash: Intercontinental champion is higher profile than Onslaught champion. That is just a fact
FW: Still trying to cause trouble
Razz: Finally we come to our main event, World Champion Alexander Darling v. Eric O' Mac.
Russ: You know, it must be great to be Alexander Darling right now.
Razz: He's world champion, he's got a beautiful wife...
FW: Aw, thanks!
Razz: ...starting a family.
FW: Speaking of which, I think it's time I leave you all.ALEXANDER DARLING vs. ERIC O’MAC – OOWF World Heavyweight Title MatchBefore tonight’s main event, Firewoman excuses herself and leaves the announce table. As she passes through the curtain into the back, “Brass Knuckle Kings” hits and Eric O’Mac steps onto the stage. He is accompanied by Lauren Phoenix, but sans posse and brass knuckles. They walk to the ring, ignoring the boos of the crowd. Lauren removes his robe and Eric shadow boxes briefly, acknowledging the odd cheer thrown his way. He runs the ropes to warm up, and the arena lights dim.
“There can be only one.”
The crowd erupts as OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Alexander Darling, accompanied by Firewoman, steps onto the stage. They pause and drink in the cheers for a moment before striding to the ring. Alex holds his title high before handing it to referee Davis Hightower, who displays the belt to the crowd and then hands it to the timekeeper. Fire gives Alex a few last words of advice and heads to ringside. Hightower calls the combatants to the middle of the ring and gives them their instructions. Eric, surprisingly, offers a handshake. Alex hesitates, but accepts it to a round of applause. Hightower calls for the bell and we’re underway.
They lock up and Eric backs Alex into the corner. Hightower asks for, and gets, a clean break. They circle and lock up again, and Alex snaps off an arm drag. He follows up with a second one and locks on an arm bar. Eric works his way to his feet and sends Alex to the ropes. Eric drops under the first pass and leapfrogs the second. He hooks Alex’s arm on the third, spinning him to the mat. He hangs onto the arm and twists it, pinning Alex’s shoulder to the mat. He drives a pair of knees into the shoulder before dragging Alex to his feet and getting a second rotation on the arm. Alex rolls through to unwind his arm and twists Eric into a hammerlock. He switches his grip to a waist lock and hits a German suplex, but Eric flips and lands on his feet. Alex turns and Eric throws a super kick, but Alex catches it. He sweeps Eric’s free leg and rolls him into a half Boston crab. (the sound of Davin’s cursing can be faintly heard above the crowd.) Eric uses his free leg to kick Alex off, and gets to his feet. Alex swings, but Eric ducks under it. He hits the ropes and comes back with a flying forearm. Alex rolls to his feet and Eric comes off the ropes with a spear. He hammers the champion with forearms until Alex rolls free.
Both men are up and circle again. Eric tries to shoot the leg and Alex catches him with a knee to the face. Eric staggers back and Alex hits him with a standing dropkick. He rolls Eric over and tries to grab his arms for a curb stomp, but can only get hold of one. He drops a knee into the back of Eric’s neck and pulls his arm into a hammerlock. He drags the challenger to his feet, still maintaining the hold, and moves in front of him, trying to increase the leverage. Eric gets in a few rabbit punches, causing the champion’s grip to slacken. Eric yanks his arm free and grabs Alex around the waist - northern lights suplex! He bridges, but only gets one.
Eric shakes some life back into his arm and rocks the champion with a European uppercut. He hits two left jabs and a right, and sets Alex up for a suplex. Alex blocks. A second attempt and another block. Eric knees the champion in the face and tries again, this time snapping him over with a suplex. Eric goes to the ropes and drives a sliding forearm into the champion’s head. He tries to tie him into an STF, but Alex rolls free. Eric pounces, getting in some stomps, and then drags Alex over and sits him up in the corner. He gets a running start and goes for the face wash, but Alex drops and rolls under the ropes to the floor. Fire approaches and says something to Alex, who nods and hops back onto the apron. Eric moves in, and Alex drives a shoulder into his midsection. He goes for a sunset flip, but Eric grabs the top rope and drops onto him for a cover. Hightower refuses to count until he lets go of the ropes, and Alex swings his legs up and reverses the pin, getting one-and-a-half.
Both men are up. Alex hits Eric with a knee to the midsection, and then stands him up with a chop. He sends Eric to the ropes and drops him with a leg lariat. Eric rolls to his feet and Alex hits him with an inverted atomic drop. Alex goes to the ropes and levels Eric with a clothesline. He rolls him over and grabs his arms - curb stomp! Alex hooks the leg, but Eric kicks out at two. Alex hops to his feet and drives an elbow into Eric’s forehead. He sits him up and kicks him in the back, and then pivots and kicks him in the chest. He rolls Eric over and ties on an STF. He doesn’t quite get it cinched in, and Eric manages to reach the ropes for the break. Alex releases the hold and Eric slides under the ropes to the floor.
Alex paces the ring as Eric consults with Lauren on the outside. Making up his mind, Alex hits the ropes and sprints across the ring. He checks himself at the last second, watching Eric dive for cover. Eric rolls to his feet and glares, and Alex smirks at him. Hightower backs the champion off and Eric climbs back into the ring. Alex moves in, and Eric grabs him and shoves him into the corner. He hits a series of kicks to the midsection and sends Alex across the ring. He follows him in, but Alex darts out of the way. Alex tries to roll him up, but Eric holds the ropes for balance and drops a knee into Alex’s face. He drags the champion to his feet and sends him to the ropes. Spinebuster! Eric bounces to his feet and goes to the ropes - he busts out the Entertaining Elbow! Eric makes the cover, but Alex kicks out at two. Eric rolls to his feet and sets Alex up for a power bomb, but Alex reverses into a DDT. It takes the champion a few moments to follow up, and Eric easily kicks out.
Alex bundles Eric into the corner and attacks him with forearms and chops. He sits the challenger on the top rope and follows him up. Eric fights back, and gets a momentary advantage, but Alex stuns him with a head butt. He drags Eric onto the top rope and hits a beautiful superplex. He floats over and hooks the leg, and Hightower counts One…Two…Eric rolls a shoulder. Alex gets up and springs off the second rope into a leg drop. He points to his wife and goes to the corner - BFE! Firewoman actually cracks a smile as Alex hooks the leg, and Hightower counts One…Two…Thr - Eric gets a foot on the ropes.
Alex drags Eric to his feet and pulls his arm across his throat. He lifts him onto his shoulders for the Darling Driver, but Eric drops off, spins him around, and drops him with a DDT. Eric gets slowly to his feet and sends Alex to the ropes - Pretty Good Dia - No! Alex shoves him off. Eric lands on his feet and turns around. He ducks Alex’s charge and snaps off a super kick that takes him off his feet. He falls on the champion and covers, but Alex kicks out before three. Eric pulls the champion up and plants him with a belly-to-belly suplex. He climbs the ropes - Mac Attack! Eric makes the cover, and Hightower counts One…Two…Thr - this time Alex gets his foot on the ropes.
Eric is starting to look a little frustrated as he pulls the champion to his feet. He sets him up for the Smackdown, but Alex elbows free. Eric stumbles back, and Alex tries to send him to the ropes, but Eric reverses and snaps him over with a power slam. He hooks the leg, but again the champion kicks out. Eric drags Alex to his feet and slips behind him. He goes for a Tazzmission, but before he can lock it in Alex grabs his head and drops, hitting a stunner. The champion pops back up before Eric falls and hits him with the Brainbusta. He covers, and Hightower counts One…Two…Thr- Eric rolls a shoulder just in time.
Alex pulls Eric to his feet and attempts a DDT, but Eric shoves him off. Eric hangs onto the champion’s arm and winds him into a short arm clothesline, but Alex ducks it. He ends up behind Eric and hooks him for a German suplex, but before he can hit it the bell rings. Hightower steps in and separates the combatants as the ring announcer announces the result.
WINNER - 60 Minute Time Limit Draw.
After the match: Firewoman gabs the World Championship from the timekeepers table and climbs in the ring. She hands the title to Alex as Lauren checks on Eric, and nobody looks happy.
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