OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (08/31) Live! From Walla Walla

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Walla Walla, Washington

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Chris Evans vs. Stan Fulton

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
The Flyin Hawaiians vs. Texpress

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
El Lobo Sangriento vs. J-P Sparxx

Onslaught Rules[/u]
Moosehead Jack vs. Psykle

Alexander Darling & Davin Moreland vs. Stank & Eric O'Mac
Danny Taylor (w/Outback Jack) vs. LD Williams (w/Tytan)
Firewoman vs. Attitude Adjuster - Stips TBA
Honcho Williams & JW Westgaard vs. TBA

card subject to mother nature's fury

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*fade in to Chris Evans, who is shown holding his newly-won Intercontinental championship*

Evans: You know Fulton, I find it pretty amusing that all this week, you call me out for whining and complaining, for having a million-dollar talent and a 10 cent brain, and for the fact that I would never make any statement against you. And then when I pinned you tonight and took your title, cleanly may I add, I offered you my hand in congratulations on a solid match and yet another chance to help my cause. And how do you respond? You show just what a hypocrite you are by slapping my hand away and walking away in a huff like the whining bitch that you accuse me of being.

Hell, Texpress lost their titles tonight, and although I view them as being a part of the past, they admitted their loss like men and didn’t show weakness in defeat.

But enough about that. I’d like to take this time to congratulate the rest of the next generation of wrestlers that were able to win tonight. Psykle, Honcho Williams & JW Westgaard, Matt Folz, and most of all, the Flyin’ Hawaiians, better known now as your new OOWF Tag team champions. And although he doesn’t want anything to do with me, congratulations on Lobo as well for taking Sparxx to the limit.

And on a more somber note, we all saw tonight how Ecosystem turned against his own sister, Mai Muyo, and shattered her ankle to the point where she may never compete again. Yeah, I’m glad to see all those months of therapy really helped you, Juni. It’s not my place to really do anything about this, except to offer my condolences and hope for the best. But like I've said before, I'm not exactly one that does what it expected of me, so I think I WILL make this my business. You took out not only your own sister, but someone who I had my eyes on as being part of the future of this business.

Also, look at all of the names that I have considered to be Old Guard. Davin Moreland, Eric O' Mac, Moosehead Jack, LD Williams. While they may have been since pretty much the beginning, there is one man, one wrestler, that has been here literally since the beginning. And that of course, would be you, Junichiro Muyo. You are the creator of this company, and you are as Old Guard as it gets.

And unlike your sister, Eco, I won't show any hesistation in dropping you where you stand if you cross me. So bring your sledgehammer, hell bring some of your Yakuza hired thugs, because when the time comes, that is the only thing that will be able to protect you from me.

*fade to black*

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Fade in to the potentially-already-named-so-I’m-not-going-that-route OOWF arena in Tokyo, Japan, where we find El Lobo Sangriento RUMINATING~! on his championship reign after last night’s win at OOWF Judgment Eve 7 over J-P Sparxx…

ELS: Hey, kids. It’s your old pal Lobo. Sorry I’ve been so quiet lately. I’ve had a lot of thinking to do. You see, I broke into the OOWF earlier this year with the goal of winning the Onslaught Championship, and I accomplished that goal. It took some doing, but it got done.

ELS: Now that I’m the champ, though, things have changed. There’s a big difference between chasing a belt and holding one. I mean, a few months ago, I never would have thought Sparxx would attack me from behind and try to take me out before a match. I never would have thought MooseHead Jack would be gunning for me. I just didn’t get that I’d have a giant target on my chest.

ELS: So what I’ve been thinking about is how I want to handle this situation. With apologies to Kayfabe, I’ve tried to be the faciest face who ever did face since I got here, but some people around here have made that really tough. Eco springs to mind immediately, and now Sparxx seems to have gone off the deep end, not to mention I’ve got the most violent wrestler alive after me. So what to do? I can sit back and wait for people to attack me, or I can go on the offensive. It really looks like my choices are limited.

ELS: Let me lay it out for you guys. I don’t want to be involved in backstage brawls. I don’t want to get into blood feuds. I want to handle my business – defending my Onslaught Championship – in the ring under the proper rules. That said, Sparxx, Moose, check your lockers. There’s a shirt in there for each of you.

ELS: Now (if the younger members of the Wolfpack would kindly cover their ears for a second), I’ll try my best to keep it in the ring, but the message on the shirt is being enforced as of this moment: “If you fuck with me, I’ll knock you the fuck out. I’m not kidding about that.”

ELS: Wolfpack out.

*FADE*

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*Davin is SITTING~! in his locker room. Shawn is also there, practicing on a trampoline*

DM: Shawn, I need to do an interview.

OGMSJ: *jumping/flipping* Good for you. Hope it goes great.

DM: YOU have to interview me.

OGMSJ: Like hell. I'm not your interviewer.

DM: You are when no one else is here.

OGMSJ: You can do it yourself. You don't need me.

DM: Shawn, it won't take long.

OGMSJ: Good. Have fun.

DM: SHAWN!

OGMSJ: *stops* What?

DM: Interview.

OGMSJ: But-

DM: It won't take long, just do it.

OGMSJ: Ugh...FINE! Will you leave me alone after?

DM: Of course. C'mon.

OGMSJ: *grabs a mic* I'm here with the 4-time...

DM: Nah, just cut to the chase.

OGMSJ: *a little surprised* Ok...uh...I'm here with Davin Moreland, who apparently has something to say.

DM: Want some stamps?

OGMSJ: You're not making it easy!

DM: Ok, fine.

OGMSJ: Fine

DM: Good.

OGMSJ: Good.

DM: Anyway, couple things. First, to my brother-in-law, I apologize in advance for you being saddled with the worst tag team partner ever.

OGMSJ: ...

DM: Except for the whole winning the last 2 tag tournaments, that is.

OGMSJ: Right.

DM: So that's that. Eric, about our match at Judgement Eve? I get it. No hard feelings. Just business. Hope I made you look good in the process.

OGMSJ: ...

DM: Finally, Junichiro Muyo. I require a sit-down with you, in regards to the recent treatment of your sister. You need to explain yourself to me. You may want to say "I don't need to explain a goddamned thing". Fine. However, that would be a foolish position to take. I'm sure you and I can sit down and have a reasonable and rational discussion regarding your motivations.

OGMSJ: Uh huh.

DM: Junichiro is a businessman. So am I. I'm sure it can happen, no problem.

OGMSJ: ...

DM: Go jump on your trampoline.

*fade*

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FADE in on locker room just following Judgment Eve 7. The Crusher Stan Fulton is busy removing tape from his wrists and hands. Sitting nearby is his attaché, Martha Rodriguez. Our intrepid ninja-cam captures the conversation.

MR: “You lost.”

SF: “Yep.”

MR: “You don’t seem overtly upset about it.”

SF: “Nope.”

MR: “Even after all of your ‘I’m not losing this Championship to you, Evans’ comments?”

SF: “Nope.”

MR: “Not really talkative are you?”

SF: “What is there to say. I already had said that anyone on the OOWF roster can defeat anyone else on any given day. Besides, I spoke to Selena on the way back here and invoked my rematch clause for this Wednesday.”

MR: “You know, other than Randy Orton, no one wins those rematch matches.”

Kayfabe busts in and starts to advance towards Rodriguez, but Fulton pulls a sword out of his locker, draws the blade and Kayfabe comes up short, her ribs just touching the point of the sword.

SF: “Kay, I may not be trashing my locker room, but I also don’t have time for any of your bullshit. Now you can either get the hell out of here and never return or I will drive this sword through your black heart.”

Kay spreads her arms in supplication, bows her head and backs away. But she doesn’t look happy about it...

SF: “Now where were we?”

MR: “Odds are you’re not going to be successful Wednesday.”

SF: “Oh, I don’t know. I’m certainly going into the match believing I can win my Championship back. I just can’t believe having the title on Evans brings anything to the table. He’s just so bland.”

MR: “CLOWNS!”

SF: “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuugggggghhhhhh!!!”

MR: “Well you’re not bland.”

SF: “Not funny, Martha. Not funny.”

MR: “Evans made you another offer to join his New Guard.”

SF: “It’s amazing. First he offers me a place in his stable, then bad mouths me when I don’t join. Then continues to make the offer and get pissed when I don’t accept. Isn’t it the definition of insanity doing the same thing and expecting different results?”

MR: “Something like that. So what’s the plan going forward?”

SF: “Well, there’s two options. First, if I win back my IC championship I continue to defend that. I never backed down from anyone when I was champion and wouldn’t after I win it back.”

MR: “And if you don’t win?”

SF: “Championships equal money. If I’m not in the IC picture, I find another one. I aim to be the quickest ever to the Six-Pack and that’s still possible. So I work at one of the titles I haven’t held.”

MR: “That leaves only the World and Tag titles.”

SF: “I think holding the Trios and Tag championships at the same time would be fitting.”

MR: “So who’d be your partner?”

SF: “Probably not LD or Tytan. They’re already a team. Moose and Stank are busy with the Onslaught and World. Guess I go outside the gang.”

MR: “Have someone in mind?”

SF: “Possibly, but I’d have to put aside my issues with him. Which shouldn’t be too difficult. They are, to be honest, fairly petty issues.”

MR: “You? Petty? Perish the thought.”

SF: “The longer you spend outside of Columbia, the smarter your mouth gets.”

MR: “The smarter everything’s gotten, boss.”

SF: “Huh.”

MR: “Care to let me in on your idea?”

SF: “Not with the ninja-cam dude around, no. So...”

Fulton, having never set the sword down, lunges at the camera. The last image we see is the point of the blade coming right at the lens as we CUT TO BLACK.

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A metrosexual mic stand wanders up to the Darling Luxury Suites to find Lucky waiting outside.

L: Sorry, no interview today.

MMJ: But I need her comments about her match with --

L: Well, you can need all you want, but it's not happening. She kicked Alexander and Alexis out. There was lots of smashing of things. She even kicked ME out. She never kicks me out; she needs me to inventory the broken stuff.

At that moment the door opens.

FW: What the hell is going on out here?

L: Nothing, Fire. They just wanted an interview. I told them now was not the time to--

FW: Oh, no, now is the PERFECT time. C'mon in....

The MMJ and the ninja cam walk gingerly over the broken glass.

FW: Yeah yeah, another smashed up locker room. I know what you're saying, you're saying this is not the sign of a kinder, gentler Fire. And some would agree with you. Others would note it is infinitely better to take out one's aggressions on inanimate objects than on people, even if those people really really really deserve it. So I'd say the fact that I've confined it to my own belongings--

L: I think this is Lexie's iPad...

FW: -- shows tremendous growth, don't you? I would say yes, if I were you....

MMJ: Yes....tremendous growth.....

FW: So in addition to breaking things, I'm also trying to process things. Dr. Freedman loves that word..."process." He also loves the words "transference" .... "introspection".....he's got a million really. So I'm processing what went wrong at the PPV. Why didn't I see the interference coming? It's not like a No DQ match doesn't just BEG for a run-in......But even then, my intuition was off.....Eric was there before I even knew it...which leads to other questions to process you know? Like why does Eric O'Mac hate me so much. Is it because I can do more crunches than he can? He can go anywhere, do anything....his daddy could lay the red carpet of wrestling at his feet, but he always comes back HERE. Is he mad I took Lexie from him? Is he mad Alex, who he has quite a bit in common with, chose me as part of RunDEA and not him? Is he mad I chose Alex over him? Or Lexie over him? These are the questions around which my world is turning right now, Tom.

MMJ: But what about--

FW: Yes, what about Attitude Adjuster. Not like he doesn't have an axe to grind anyway, but why now? He had plenty of time to do it.

There's a pause as Fire decides, with the Darling twins gone, she can light up a cigarette.

FW: But you know what? I don't care about the whys. The point is, whatever their reasons, they've failed. They wanted me out of the business, and *she takes a deep drag off her cigarette, blows the smoke out, as she yells.* I'M STILL HERE, BOYS!!! You failed AGAIN! And you will KEEP FAILING. So go ahead and bring it. Keep bringing it. Keep cheating, keep throwing stuff at me. I'll still be here. I'm not going anywhere.

L: Um, actually boss......

FW: What?

L: We're going to the airport. We have to get to Washington.

FW: And then...on top of THAT.... Some Internet douchebag keeps going on and on about how all I do is sit around and baked cookies. I've never used an oven in my life! Oh...Lucky....

L: Yeah?

FW: Danny Taylor did Thanksgiving dinner last year right?

L: Yeah?

FW: Have him sit in the Office section of the plane. He probably knows how to bake cookies. I may as well learn.

L: Victor will probably want to be there too.

FW: That's fine, the more the merrier. And make sure the champagne is iced.

Fire leaves to get to the airport as we FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADE......

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*It's right after the Judgement Eve PPV cameras go dark. Stank stands alone in the ring recieving a standing ovation which he pretty much ignores for the time being. He limps a little over to the side of the ring and calls for a mic. He holds the mic to his chest, his face showing a mismatch of varying emotions. After a few moments, he furrows his brow, and pulls the mic to his mouth to speak.*

Stank - Alex, I know you're still back there. I want you to come back down to this ring. I have something I want to say to you face to face, and in front of this crowd.

*Everyone turns their heads to the entrance ramp, and just as it seems Alex Darling will not oblige, his theme music starts up and he makes his way down the ramp toward the ring. The crowd cheers his arrival as the OOWF World Champion steps between the ropes and stands in the middle of the ring with the World Title belt over his shoulder. Stank waits for the crowd noise to die down a little before he approaches Alex and speaks.*

Stank - I want you listen to me. Try to refrain from gloating and simply listen.

*The crowd goes silent.*

Stank - I'm not going to stand here and bitch. I'm not going to moan. No excuses. You beat me. That's all there is to it. No head games. No hyberbole. You won. I lost. Welcome to Greatness, kid. Welcome to your legacy. You've proven to me... Yoo proven that you can hang.

*The crowd goes wild upon hearing this. Stank's expression does not change. He eyes are fixed on the OOWF World Title belt. A few seconds later, he looks into Alex's eyes.*

Stank - So now... now... the nightmare begins anew. That's right... though you claim victory tonight, you still have something that I want.

*Crowd boos a little because the ones doing so are idiots.*

Stank - I WILL be world champion again and I don't care what obstacles are put in front of me... I don't care WHO I have to defeat, I WILL be back for that belt and truth be told... I hope by the time that day comes... you are still carrying the World Championship Title, because the next time we meet... it will be an honor, champ... I really mean that.

*Crowd cheers as Stank walks away with a determined look on his face. He steps through the ropes, but remains standing on the apron. He turns around and faces Alexander Darling who remains in the middle of the ring.*

Stank - Don't believe me?

*Stank reaches out his hand gesturing for a handshake. The crowd urges Alex to shake Stank's hand because they are gullible and suckers for feel good moments. Alex isn't buying it, but against his better judgement, he is surprised when he finds himself walking toward Stank, extending out his hand, and shaking hands with the man who's talked openly about killing him for the better part of his OOWF career. Stank to Alex's shock simply shakes his hand, jumps down from the apron, turns, and walks up the ramp, leaving the World Champion in the ring to huge cheers from the crowd. The camera fades on Alexander Darling's theme music playing and the champ raising his title belt high for the crowd to see.*

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Time has passed and we find ourselves in the office section of the OOWF plane. Selena sits in one corner watching Shotglass, Opus and Humphrey do animal related shenanigans. In the other corner. Fire and Lucky sit with Dynamite Danny Taylor and Dashing Victor Deniro sitting facing them. Lucky is doing various number crunching related things, and Danny is flipping through a book of recipes, and DVD and Fire just sit staring at each other. Fire is still obviously frustrated about the events of the PPV, but she is trying to hide it.

DVD: You need to chill out a little bab....(Fire shoots Vic a death glare)....Commish. You are starting to make me nervous.

Danny looks up at Fire and gives a semi smile to her. Fire lets out a sigh and seems to relax a little.

Fire: I'm just frustrated, all this mess with Eric, and losing to AA didn't help. I'm sure you guys feel similar after your loss.

DDT and DVD just look at each other and shrug, then look back at Fire and Danny shakes his head no.

Fire seems slightly taken back by this: So you aren't angry at the loss.

DVD: What is there to get angry about? Honcho and JW did what any team would have done in that position. They waited, picked the right spot and capitalized. They earned that win.

Danny nods in agreement. He makes the outline of a square, then taps his heart, before spreading his arms wide.

Fire: Yeah, I get leaving it all in the ring, but i saw what Tytan did, that did not piss you off. He could have seriously hurt you with that move.

Danny shrugs and just stares at Fire a little sadly.

Fire: I know it's always a possibility, and really Tytan was staying within the rules of the match, but to not get emotional.

DVD: Don't get it wrong Fire, losing sucks, and we feel bad about, but Danny taught me along time ago how to move on and let things go.

Fire: That is easier said then done.

DVD: Yeah it is, and we don't always do it, you've seen Danny, me and others lose our cool same as you. Hell if I was putting up with the crap you are dealing with from Eric and AA I would probably get worked up as well.

Danny throws a questioning look at DVD.

Fire: That almost seemed nice.

DVD: (frowning) Forget I said it.

Danny just smirks and looks back to fire. He then makes a tumbling motion with his hands before holding one over his eyes and making the looking into the distance squint.

DVD: Exactly. What happened, happened. Now we look to the future. Danny gets a one on one shot with LD. If we worry about the past, he has no shot in the match.

Fire (looking over to Danny): LD is one of the best in this company, you won't have an easy time.

Danny nods in agreement. He then makes a fist and points a thumb down, before tapping on his head.

Fire: Even if you lose, you can learn from it. You are the eternal optimist aren't you?

Danny just smiles sheepishly.

Fire: What if you and Jack had to face each other in a Taipei Death Match.

Danny's eyes wide in shock.

DVD: Why would he have to do that?

Selena (from the other side with out looking over): Because it would be funny, DUH!

Both DVD and Firewoman just look over at her and sigh. Danny looks at the two of them and just chuckles a bit. When they look back to him, he starts pointing at the recipe book, blatantly trying to change the subject.

Fire: Yeah, you are here to help me with baking after all, so let's do this, give me the best cookies you've got.

Danny makes the motion of a tiny circle, then one of a larger circle.

Fire: Yeah, I know Pies are more traditional for thanksgiving, but lets face it nothing about me is traditional.

DVD: Ain't that the truth.

Fire leans over and plucks Vic on the nose, causing him to jump back and another chuckle to escape from Danny as the scene

FADES

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We’re still on the OOWF plane. Towards the back of the plane, we see the “OCCUPIED” light turn off on the bathroom, and Moosehead Jack emerges. As he makes his way up the aisle, a large arm crosses the aisle and blocks his way.

Psykle: Have a seat. We need to talk.

Moose looks at Psykle with a bit of contempt, but realizes that the plane is small, and Psykle doesn’t really have much room to move, so Moose would have the advantage if he did try to fight him, so Moose takes the empty seat next to him.

MHJ: Where’s your “better half”?

Psykle: *chuckle* IQ? He’s somewhere in the galley trying to get some work done on his laptop. I wanted to talk to you.

MHJ: About what?

Psykle: Our matches.

MHJ: You got luck…

Psykle: No I didn’t…unless by lucky you mean that I was lucky to be booked against you when you’re having some kind of mental issues.

MHJ: …

Psykle: Look, I know about mental issues, I’ll be the first to admit I have had a few of my own.

MHJ: Had?

Psykle: Fine. Have. Regardless, you’re not you. In that ring, you’ve been all over the place, but not where you needed to be. It’s dangerous.

MHJ: For you…

Psykle: No, for both of us. You’re head not in that ring, you could injure me, yea, I won’t deny that. However, what you need to think about is that in the past two matches, I’ve beaten you both times, and both times it’s been because you weren’t focused.

MHJ: …

Psykle: I respect you Moose, everyone knows you’re one of the toughest, roughest bastards in that ring. It’s been a privilege for this “rookie” as your sister likes to call me, to be in the ring with you and learn from you, but the learning is done. Those last two matches we’ve had? Both times, I held back and just beat you, but if you don’t get your shit together for Wednesday, I’m not going to hold back any more, and I might just have to end you.

Psykle stands up and walks back to the galley to check in with IQ. We catch a smile and a nod of approval crossing Moose’s face just before we FADE TO BLACK

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FADE back in... still on the OOWF chartered plane to the United States. Taking up most of a row by himself is former (and future) Intercontinental Champion and current Campeonas de Trios Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton. Sitting in the only seat left in the row is his attaché, Martha Rodriguez.

MR: "We'll touchdown in Seattle and I've had your Kia Sorento delivered to the airport. There will be a meet-and-greet in Walla Walla on Wednesday afternoon after an appearance on the local news Tuesday night."

SF: "Alone or?"

MR: "With Chris Evans. They want confrontation."

SF: "They'll be upset if I whack him over the head with a chair I suppose?"

MR: "Just FCC-approved words this time."

SF: "Fine. Wait a sec."

Fulton leans out into the aisle, and frankly when Fulton leans into the aisle the aisle is blocked. The camera starts to pan up to whom Fulton blocked, but Fulton sticks a big, ham-hock hand over the lens and mic-pickup. Some muffled noises are heard, but nothing that can be made out. After a few minutes, Fulton's hand pulls away and the person in the aisle is no longer there.

MR: "Well that was promising. You think he'll tag with you?"

SF: "Very possibly."

FADE

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At the airport in Washington, the various wrestlers are disembarking after a mostly event-less flight across the Pacific and getting into various vehicles to take them to the hotel and arena. Alexander watches Lucky and Alexis get into a limo and is surprised when it pulls away without him. Fire comes walking up behind him.

AD: HEY! Dammit...Fire, did you see that?

FW: See what?

AD: Our limo...it just took off. I was standing right here and Lexie and Lucky got in and shut the door and--

FW: Oh yeah, I told them to.

AD: I mean, they took the luggage and stuff and then just left me...what do you mean, you told them to?

FW: We have our own ride.

AD: We do?

FW: Yeah...

Firewoman's actual motorcycle comes up, driven by the same guy she let drive it the disastrous first meeting of the in-laws. I can't find the name now in the archives, maybe I'll edit it in later.

AD: What are you doing here?

Guy: Delivering Ms. Quinn's bike, sir.

AD: Wait...is that who's been calling you from Florida?

FW: Well, yeah. Who did you think?

AD: Oh...no one....just.....

FW: Why on earth would I be talking to Jericho?

Guy: Oh, and this box is yours, sir.

He hands Alexander a large box, gift wrapped. He opens it, removes the tissue stuffing a pulls out a motorcycle helmet, black in color, with a green dollar sign airbrushed on one side, and his initials on the other, and gold decorating and filigrees.

AD: Wow...this is....uh.....beautiful, really, but I don't get it

FW: It's a helmet. That's real gold flecks in the paint there. Here's your plane ticket back home, Joe. Thanks for the delivery...uh, Joe.

uh, Joe: No problem ma'am. Hope you all make it back home for the holidays.

FW: Yeah, that'll be a treat, I'm sure.

He walks off. Fire gets on the motorcycle.

FW: Are you coming?

AD: I don't--

FW: It's so you can ride with me.

AD: You don't let anyone ride with you. Like...ever.

FW: I know. Happy anniversary.

AD: Wasn't that months ago?

FW: Almost exactly two months ago. I'm not good with these things. You're lucky I remembered at all. So, you coming or not?

Alexander looks at the bike, looks around to see no other means of transportation around.

AD: I guess I have to ....just....don't kill me.

FW: I'll try not to.

They both put their helmets on, and Alexander gets on the motorcycle behind Fire. She takes off at a high rate of speed, and we MIGHT be able to hear Alex scream over the roar of the engine.

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<Moose is sitting in his locker room in the Walla Walla Washington Arena. He reaches into his locker and pulls out the t-shirt Lobo left for him:

“If you fuck with me, I’ll knock you the fuck out. I’m not kidding about that.”

Moose laughs and tosses the t-shirt at the garbage can. Moose sits for a moment and looks off into space, then cocks his head slightly as if listening to something, then turns to the Invisible Ninja Cameraman and speaks>

Seems like once again there is a lot of talk around here. Talk of what people are going to do. Lobo, do you really think some t-shirt is supposed to intimidate me? You are going to knock me the fuck out? Son, bigger and badder men than you have tried, and bigger and badder men than you have failed. Beside.......you are lucky I am not listening to Him........right now........otherwise, you would not be safe, anywhere.

As for you Psykle......you beat me. The first match, yeah I was a little woozy from Eco being a dick. The second match, I seem to recall getting dropped on my head on the floor. I will chalk that up to a rookie mistake by you. Nothing personal. You won. But.........you made one fatal mistake my friend, you didn't finish the job. See, respect out of the ring is all well and good, whatever. But in the ring? If you can go for the kill, you do it. You didn't. You were content to just beat me, and that is a mistake you should never make. Make no mistake about it Psykle, its nothing personal, but if I get the chance to injure you? I will take it in a second. That is one less person in my way, one less person to keep me from taking what I want.

Trust me.

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~~~ We see Texpress standing outside the Walla Walla Airport, when a certain Candy Apple Red 1965 Mustang pulls up. Bridgette gets out and greets Zane with a long embrace. ~~~

Chad: Hiya Toots!

Zane: (breaking away) Long trip?

Bridgette: Not to bad. Chartered a bus and towed the car behind us.

Chad: Heh Zane's car got towed

Zane: Funny.

Bridgette: It was a long ride from Massachusetts

Chad: Why did you go... oooooh yeeeeeeah

Bridgette: Had a wonderful visit with Sam and the baby. She's such a doll.

Zane: Good.

Bridgette: But now it's back to business, namely getting you two back on track to regain those Championships.

Chad: Now you're talking.

~~~ Chad grabs the bags and begins loading them in the car. Zane grabs Bridgette for a kiss as we fade....~~~

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J-P Sparxx is sitting in his locker room. Jewel is off being Jewel. J-P has a T-Shirt in his hands, but it's not clear what it says.

J-PS: A'ight, El Loko. You got me. Congrats, dawg. O' should I say...wolf?

J-P unfolds the shirt. It's El Lobo Sangriento's shirt. The same he gave to Moosehead Jack.

J-PS: But'cha see, son, I gots maself a rematch. It only takes one win, knowwhatI'msayin'? Three seconds. An' you lose dat belt. Ask Stankopottimus if I can get that 1-2-3. But'cha go 'head an' look ahead. Play with Jack. Trust Me. Not a game ya wanna play, son. And if ya wanna look past me? Well. Ya stupid, wolf boy. Ya feel me? See ya tomorrow. Or will I wait 'til tomorrow? One way or anutha... the Spark's gon' git'cha. Count on it. Deuces. Bitch.

[BookerShark]

*It's 7am. Stank and Firewoman are jogging along a lonely road lined by vineyards covering some of the rolling hills of Walla Walla. Their conversation has consisted of "Good Morning" and "let's go" thus far since this jog started 45 minutes ago. They are on their way back to town and as the buildings of Walla Walla appear in the distance Firewoman decides to break the silence.*

FW - That was a nice moonsault.

Stank - What moonsault?

FW - The one you hit on Alex.

Stank - Oh... I think it hurt me more than it did him.

FW - I wouldn't say that. Last night in bed he wouldn't let me-

Stank - AH DAH DAH DAH! I don't need to hear about you and Alex in bed.

FW - ... I was just going to say he's sore.

Stank - Hmmph.

FW - That was nice of you... what you did after-

Stank - It wasn't nice. It was necessary.

FW - Still... maybe you two can finally-

Stank - What? Be best buds? Hate to disappoint you.

FW - I wasn't going to say "best buds" I was going to say...

Stank - What?

FW - Nevermind.

Stank - What are you looking at?

*Something has caught Firewoman's attention or better yet someone. Stank follows Firewoman's gaze and spies Eric O'Mac at a farmer's market buying fruit from a cart. Firewoman glares as she and Stank run past. Stank stops short.*

Stank - You go ahead. I'll catch up.

*Firewoman leaves without incident. Stank turns, walks back to the farmer's market and approaches Eric O'Mac.*

EO'M - Well if it isn't Mr. Lucas Mann. I was just picking out fruit for the basket I was going to send Davin later. I used to have someone do this for me, I forget his name... Bryce something... Marsden? Carson?

Stank - I don't care. Listen. I just wanted to warn you. At some point during our match, you may feel the urge to use a set of brass knuckles you've had nuzzled next to your testicles all match long...

EO'M - ...or even now, maybe.

Stank -

EO'M -

Stank - Seriously?

*Eric shrugs his shoulders. Stank shakes his head.*

Stank - Anyway... Two things. One... if you do use them they had BETTER NOT "accidentally" smack me on the grill, costing us the match, or you and I are going to have to work out some issues. You don't want that. Trust me.

*Eric simply folds his arms across his chest.*

EO'M - And two?

Stank - Two... make sure you wash "down there".

EO'M - Oh that's funny coming from a guy who calls himself Stank.

Stank - Fuck you.

EO'M - Nice come back there, slick. I hope you can do better in the ring.

Stank - Me? Don't you worry about what I can do. You just make sure you show up.

EO'M - Oh don't you worry about me showing up. You just make sure you don't LOSE to Alex like you ALWAYS do.

Stank - What? Are you SERIOUS? You just MAKE SURE YOU don't EAT a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER like YOU ALWAYS DO!

EO'M - ME? HEY! HEY! YOU just make sure YOU aren't... aren't FAT!

Stank -

EO'M - That's right I said it.

Stank - You're such a moron.

EO'M - No. I'm the way...

Stank - Here we go.

EO'M - ...the truth

*Stank makes the rolling hand motion suggesting Eric get on with it.*

EO'M - And the...

Stank - Yes?

EO'M - White..

Stank - Hmm mmm. Yes? C'mon.

EO'M - Knight.

Stank - There it is... you feel better?

EO'M - I feel great. How about you?

Stank - I'm good.

EO'M - Good.

Stank - Good.

EO'M - You're sweaty. You're starting to live up to your name. Try not to do that.

Stank - Try pulling a comb through your hair.

EO'M - Try growing some hair.

Stank - Try growing some balls.

EO'M - TRY NOT TO SUCK!

Stank - TRY NOT TO BE A BITCH!

EO'M - TRY THIS APPLE!

*Stank takes the apple from Eric and bites into it. He chews glaring at Eric O'Mac who glares right back at him, silently. Stank swallows and wipes his mouth.*

Stank - IT'S DELICIOUS!

EO'M - I KNOW, RIGHT?

Stank - YOU SHOULD DEFINETLY INCLUDE THOSE IN DAVIN'S FRUITBASKET!

EO'M - OKAY!

Stank - OKAY! I'M GOING TO LEAVE NOW!

EO'M - I'LL SEE YOU LATER!

*Stank turns and jogs away as the camera fades.*

[BookerShark]

AA is hurriedly shoved in front an OOWF banner, where a SFJ awaits.

Director (from behind the camera): Dammit! Really? AA, what the hell is happening with you? You use to be the King of Promos. Now you have a "stipulations to be announced" match, it's Wednesday afternoon and there's still no stipulations. You suck! Now let's get this done in one take. Go!

SFJ: I'm here with Attitude Adjuster. You have a match with Firewoman at Midweek Mayhem in Walla Walla, Washington (cheap pop!)...

AA: Don't I get to do that?

Director: CUT!!!!! AA, what is today?

AA: Wednesday...

Director: Then, no, you don't get to do anything unless I tell you to. Now, Take Two!

SFJ: I'm here with Attitude Adjuster. You have a match with Firewoman at Midweek Mayhem in Walla Walla, Washington (cheap pop!) (AA stares at SFJ for stealing his cheap pop, but lets it go.) The stipulations have yet to be announced. Why is that? (SFJ smirks, knowing the real answer.)

AA: Well, I've been deep in thought about how I can once again embarrass Firewoman. I've beaten her not once, but twice, since I've come back to take her out of wrestling. (Director is already looking at his watch.) What do I have to do, Fire? What more will it take? Just leave already! You're being beat on a consistent basis, CLEANLY (director rolls his eyes) by--in your own words, a washed up has-been. I'm going to embarrass you into retirement. That's what I'm going to do! You're going to be such an embarr...

Director: That's it! I've had enough! (Grabs the Halliburton from AA's hands.) HALLIBURTON ON A POLE! That's the stipulation! That's it! Wrap! We're done here! Everyone go home!

AA: But I wasn't done yet...

[BookerShark]

*Davin is WALKING~! to Eric O'Mac's locker room. He knocks. Eric answers.*

EOM: Davin! Fun working with you again!

DM: I know, right? We should really do this more often.

EOM: We really should.

DM: Yeah.

EOM: ...

DM: ...

EOM: Anyway, Davin, I've been meaning to talk to you about the match-

DM: *puts his hand up* Don't worry about it, Eric. Just business. All the fans loved it. And that's what it's about.

EOM: See? THIS is why we should be best friends. You just...get it.

DM: We're a couple of young, old, warhorses. Of course we get it.

EOM: That reminds me. I got you something.

DM: Oh Eric, you shouldn't have...

EOM: Oh, it's nothing, just a lovely fruit basket.

DM: *takes an apple out and bites into it* Wow, this apple is amazing.

EOM: I thought you'd like it.

DM: Thanks.

EOM: No problem.

DM: By the way, I got you something too.

EOM: Really? What is it?

*Davin pulls out a piece of Trusty Rebar and damn near caves Eric's skull in, with it. He calmly puts it back in the back of his pants*

DM: Just business, Eric. Ratings are gonna pop huge for that.

*Davin makes his way back to his locker room. Someone is there.*

DM: Hey, kiddo.

*Moonbeam comes out of the shadow and jumps on Davin, giving him a big hug*

SFJ420: DAVIN! DUDE! I'M BACK, MAN!

DM: Shawn left?

SFJ420: Yeah, flew back to the Cape a couple hours ago.

DM: And how are my Angels?

SFJ420: Well, like, I'm good and stuff. Sam is like, totally tired, but good; and Mickie is getting so big...

DM: You bring pictures?

SFJ420: Of course, man.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

-->CUT to backstage of Judgment Eve and we see the team of JW Westgaard and Honcho Williams celebrating backstage with CC Scott and sharing a few brewskis. Scott is smiling from ear to ear as Williams and Westgaard are extremely exuberant over their Tag Team Mayhem win...

HW - Woah man! That was absolutely intense! I cant believe how fast paced that was! We went up against some good competition too and now we have a good winning streak under our belts!

JW - Absolutely, I think the bookers here at the OOWF have found themselves collecting on a tag team gamble. I cant think of many people that can stand against us after our domination!

CC - You guys did terrific out there, and I was glad you were able to adapt to the whole two ring system. Without prior coaching, that would be absolute madness, and now you guys have a pay per view win to show for your hard work. I am proud of you guys!

HW - Thanks bro, I had a feeling right when we stepped in that ring that we would be victorious, and I want to make a quick apology to you buddy, I wasn't available for camera work last week, I was detained due to some freak storm.

JW - Hey, we won didnt we? It's all cool man

HW - Awesome, and I believe we are on the card this week, no?

CC - You are, but you are going to be facing a member of the Job Squad...

JW - Ah, no big deal, call it a free win to pad our stats. I've gotta check, I don't think you have lost Honcho, have you?

HW - No man, I am a perfect 6-0, and I am damn proud of that.

CC - Oh hey, I wanted to mention to you Honcho, have you gotten over the whole Attitude Adjuster thing yet?

HW - Yeah man, he's small potatoes. See, what we have here, is the best tag team currently in the OOWF. We have proved over the last month that we are two of the best this place has to offer in tag team wrestling.

JW - Not only that, but we have taken down big teams, especially the teams we just beat. And while we have a great respect for them, it's all business in the ring

CC - Ok guys, hate to cut this short, but we got a plane to catch. We got to be in Washington by Wednesday, lets go.

-->As the team is leaving, they run into Regicide, who at first gives them a glare of disapproval. Williams and Westgaard both extend their hands and, after an awkward few seconds, they shake and walk away. As they continue, they are then confronted by Chris Evans, who also is smiling and shakes the hands of all three men...

CE - Hey guys, just wanted to congratulate you of that big win out there. You guys are quickly becoming one of the hottest tag teams in the OOWF. I hope you guys get the gold some day!

JW - Thanks for the support man, I hope we get our shot real soon

HW - Thanks again man, always great to hear feedback from a vet like yourself. Thanks a lot.

CE - See ya later, and good luck in Washington....the Job Quad doesn't stand a chance


-->With this, Williams, Westgaard and Scott all laugh along with Evans as the three men walk away and the screen fades out.



FADE

[BookerShark]

-->The camera fades in and we see Williams, Westgaard and Scott in the back of a small limousine heading from the airport in Baltimore. The team is trying to relax after a long trip that saw them make three stops along the way. The three are about to fall asleep but then, out of the corner of his eye, Honcho Williams spots a local Applebee's restaurant.

HW - Yo guys, lets go to Applebee's! Applebee's is the shit!

JW - I rarely, if ever go there, why are you so incessant about this place. Whenever we go out it's always about Applebee's...

CC - I agree, you are crazy about that place. I say we just move on. There is probably a Denny's down the road anyway...

JW - Now thats a good stop, those All You Can Eat Pancakes are awesome

HW - Whatever guys, I think they got the best stuff, but thats cool too...

-->The drive continues along and Williams starts a conversation with Scott, regarding professional ice hockey...

HW - Yo, just seeing the Verizon Center, I bet that the Sabres will absolutely dominate this hockey season, no?

CC - Well, we both are from Buffalo so we are inclined to believe that, not saying I dont agree with you...

JW - What are you guys talking about? Hockey again?

HW - Yeah man, you like it?

JW - Like it....I used to be a professional, I was in the Russian SuperLeague.

HW - No Shit? Thats awesome, i'm assuming you had youre fair share of fights then. It's crazy over there.

JW - Oh yeah, its brutal, but it made me stronger and who I am today. Thats how I get so mean in the ring, and why my right fist annihilate opponents.'

CC - I am now even more glad you are with us now, that is so cool.

-->After that random conversation, the team then focuses on wrestling after Scott makes a quick comment...

CC - Alright guys, lets focus up, we'll be at the hotel in like five minutes..

HW - Alright bro, what's up?

CC - Look, I know you guys are doing outstanding, but you shouldnt be running your mouth like you did today, people dont like that, and you are too new to be making enemies...

JW - Come on man, we were just on a high after our big win, we dont actually think that...

CC - I know that, but to become a good sportsman, as well as a good competitor, is to be able to control yourself at all times. We just need to work on that. I won't lie, you guys are destined to be the OOWF Tag Team Champions, just let it flow for yous and it will work out.

HW - Thanks for the info man, I really handt noticed. Must be our inflated egos...

-->The limo stops and the three share a laugh, and they split their ways at the hotel as we fade to black...



FADE

[BookerShark]

(Chris Evans walks into his locker room after a quick bathroom break, only to find his Intercontinental Title has a sticky note attached. He pulls it off and the camera zooms.)

Dear Christopher,

I understand that the recent unpleasantness in the Muyo family may have caused some difficulty or consternation for you. You have mentioned that when the time comes, you will put me down. Name your time, and I will of course be there...but I have an alternate offer.

There is only one thing I seek in this company right now, Christopher. A very simple thing, a very boring thing: vengeance. Vengeance against one of the other members of the Old Guard you mentioned, our good friend Jonathan Quinn. If you can promise me that you will help me accomplish that goal, I will be your servant. Not your compatriot, not your uneasy business associate, but the servant of you and the New Guard. I have no concern for dignity; dignity has nothing to do with my goals anymore.

This is a choice. You can choose to instead have me as an enemy, and that is your right. But make your choice clear and unambiguous.

Yours, always,
Junichiro Tarcisius Muyo

FADE

[BookerShark]

*Davin Moreland is WALKING~! into Alexander Darling's locker room. We see Alexis and Alex, who is already geared up. Without talking about it beforehand, both he and Davin have decided on wearing their old-school matching gear.*

DM: Are you ready?

AD: Yeah, sure.

DM: NO! WALLA WALLA! HOME OF DREW BLEDSOE! I SAID ARE...YOU...

AD: Seriously?

DM: ...Sorry.

AD: So, let's at least try to win.

DM: Ok, why not?

*fade*

[BookerShark]

*OOWF Backstage*

Ashley catches up to Alexander, Davin, and Alexis as they finish their last second preparations before the show tonight.

Ashley: Alex, you've been quiet since Sunday...what is up with that?

Alexander: Sunday was an important night in my career and it will be talked about once I have a chance to sit down and truly realize what happened?

Ashley: What about tonight?

Alexander: Stank & Eric O'Mac. Eric O'Mac & Stank. Tonight you face the greatest tag team in the history of ever and we're going to do something very few teams are capable of doing. We're going to hit you hard.

Davin: *Sighs*

Alexis: And that is why they're the best. Because you're not or something. Cock a doodle Booyah!

Ashley: Well, I'm gonna go drink heavily to forget this. Thanks

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

We come up in the Destroyatorium. Outback Jack is giving Danny Taylor some last minute pointers on how to face LD Williams as Spencer finishes setting up some stuff at the bar. DVD is sitting at said bar enjoying a round.

Suddenly Ashley storms into the bar looking slightly frustrated. She heads straight to the bar, and snatches the drink from Vic's hand.

Spencer: You seem frustrated.

Ashley: I just had to deal with Mailing it in Promos.

Spencer and DVD nod in agreement. OBJ and DDT come over and nod in agreement as well.

DVD: Man mailing it in promos suck, the only thing worse than that would be a promo of someone complaining about mailing it in promos.

Everyone stops what they are doing and stares directly at the INC.

DVD: Good thing we would never do that.

FADE

[BookerShark]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Walla Walla, Washington

HONCHO WILLIAMS & JW WESTGAARD vs. GRUNGE IS DEAD

Grunge is Dead consists of local heels Layne Cobain and Kurt Staley. They are not very popular, as you would imagine. Honcho and Williams dominate the match, Cobain and Staley get a few moves in through nefarious means, which only infuriates the crowd. JW makes the hot tag to Honcho, and the crowd erupts. Honcho KILLS Staley with a brain buster, then they catch Cobain in the ring and DESTROY him with the superkick/ice auger combo! The crowd roars and counts along as the referee counts one, two, three!
WINNERS in 5:04 – Honcho Williams & JW Westgaard

PSYKLE vs. MOOSEHEAD JACK – Onslaught Rules Match

Both men are introduced and share the customary handshake before the match. Moose comes out in what can only be called, for him, a controlled rage. He brings the attack to Psykle and mixes in just enough wrestling to keep the big man off balance. Moose forces Psykle to use up all his rope breaks and looks to have the advantage when Psykle catches him with a knee to the head when Moose tries to duck a clothesline too soon. Psykle pulls Moose up and DRIVES him to the mat with a powerbomb, then follows it up with a PSYKO DRIVER to get the one, two three.
WINNER in 13:49 – Psykle

After the match the two shake hands, and Psykle limps out of the ring, perhaps suffering a leg injury from Moose working the legs all match long. Moose remains in the ring, seething with rage, seemingly trying to ignore something only he can hear.

DANNY TAYLOR (with Outback Jack) vs. LD WILLIAMS (with Tytan)

Coming as a surprise to no one, this match stays completely clean. There are a few times both Tytan and Jack threaten to get involved, but when that happens, their partners bark at them to stay out of the match. Taylor proves he has been paying attention by hanging with the wily veteran LD Williams. Taylor gets several near falls, and hits the DYNAMITE DROP but somehow LD kicks out. Taylor shocks LD with more offense, then takes him to the mat and tries to lock on the TNT, but somehow, LD is able to slip out of it, reverse position, and trap Taylor in the CRIPPLER CROSSFACE! LD pulls back with all his might, Taylor can’t make it to the ropes and he is forced to tap out.
WINNER in 26:17 – LD Williams

After the match match, Tytan runs his mouth, and OBJ gets in his face. LD goes to respond, but Danny mellows it out and gets OBJ away.

FIREWOMAN vs. ATTITUDE ADJUSTER – Halliburton on a Pole Match

Fire lays into AA as soon as he gets into the ring and pummels him with punches and chops. AA responds by gaining the upper hand by cheating. He throws Fire out of the ring and sets up a table and tries to lay her on the table, but Fire fights it. AA lifts her up and drops her throat first onto the guard rail, then decides not to use the table – a decision that will haunt him – and instead tries to go for the briefcase. Fire gets back onto her feet and catches AA on the ropes and drops him with a release belly to back suplex that sends AA through the table to the floor. AA may be dead. Fire easily grabs the brief case, then waits on the top rope for AA to get to his feet in the wreckage of the table below. When he does, Fire leaps off the top rope and SLAMS the briefcase down on his head. She holds it up for the fans to see, they cheer, and she heads to the back.
WINNER in 16:11 – Firewoman

ALEXANDER DARLING & DAVIN MORELAND vs. STANK & ERIC O’MAC

Back and forth match for the start, then Alex and Davin actually fall back to their days as a (somewhat) successful tag team and take control, keeping Eric in the ring. Stank breaks up several near falls, and finally Eric gets free and makes the tag. Stank comes in and cleans house, knocking Alex down and stepping on his throat, then clotheslining Davin over the top rope to the floor. Stank dishes out a brutal beating to Alex, but he can’t keep the champ down. He hits a STANKONIA then tags in Eric who hits a MAC ATTACK! But Davin breaks it up at two. Alex makes the tag to Davin finally, and rolls out of the ring in a heap. Davin goes on the offensive and cleans house, then sets Stank up for the HELLEVATOR! CAN HE DO IT? No, no he cannot, because Eric slips into the ring behind him and BLASTS him on the back of the head with a brass knuckle shot. Stank hits a STANK-U, covers, and gets the three count.
WINNERS in 20:15 – Stank & Eric O’Mac

EL LOBO SANGRIENTO vs. J-P SPARXX – OOWF Onslaught Championship Match

Sparxx is more aggressive than normal and pulls out all the stops working Lobo’s legs. Sparxx burns through his three referee warnings pretty fast, but doesn’t seem to care at all. Sparxx gets Lobo to use a couple rope breaks to escape submissions, then Lobo snaps. He goes after Sparxx and PUMMELS him with CANADIAN VIOLENCE! Lobo actually gets a warning from the referee, has that EVER happened before? Sparxx fights back valiantly, and the crowd is eating up the match. Sparxx cheats behind the referee’s back, which draws boos from the crowd. Sparxx climbs to the top rope to hit the OMG when the bell rings! The time limit has expired! Sparxx snarls in frustration, then HITS THE MOVE ANYWAY!
WINNER – 15 Minute Time Limit Draw

Sparxx gets a few kicks in before leaving the ring without shaking Lobo’s hand. Lobo gets to his feet, grabbing his ribs and limping slightly and challenges Sparxx to come back, but Sparxx never gives him a look and heads to the back.

THE FLYIN HAWAIIANS vs. TEXPRESS – OOWF World Tag Team Title Match

Both teams are introduced and make their way to the ring. Once there, they shake hands and head to the corner. This match is just another example of clean wrestling tonight, seems like there is a lot of that going around. Neither team can maintain much of an advantage. Texpress get several near falls, as do the Hawaiians. The turning point in the match is when Chad tries a moonsault on Kai, but Kai gets his knees up and Chad crashes and burns. The Hawaiians take over and wear Chad out. He tries to make it to his corner, but he can’t make the tag. Finally, Chad tries a SUPERKICK, but Kai ducks it, tags in Aina, and they once again KILL Chad with the POUNCE/SPEAR combo! Aina covers and gets the three count.
WINNERS in 20:24 – The Flyin Hawaiians

After the match, the teams shake hands and the crowd eats it up.

CHRIS EVANS vs. STAN FULTON – OOWF Intercontinental Title Match

Ok, remember all that wrestling we have seen in previous matches? Yeah that is gone now. Fulton and Evans tear into one another and within minutes both men are a bloody mess. Evans slams Fulton into the ring post, then tries a flying elbow from the top rope to the floor, but Fulton moves out of the way. Evans slams into the floor, and Fulton KILLS him with the DROPLINE! Fulton scrapes Evans off the floor and rolls him into the ring, but somehow Evans kicks out. Fulton whips Evans into the corner and charges in for a SPLASH, but Evans sidesteps and Fulton slams into the turnbuckle and staggers backward. Evans rolls Fulton up from behind, and puts his feet on the ropes, the referee never sees it, and Chris Evans gets a blood soaked three count to retain his title.
WINNER in 19:18 – Chris Evans

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