OOWF Hell On Earth 7 PPV

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OOWF Hell on Earth 7
Live! From Dayton, Ohio

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Fatal Four Way[/u]

Alexander Darling vs. Eric O'Mac vs. Davin Moreland vs. Stank

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match - Falls Count Anywhere[/u]

Chris Evans vs. Stan Fulton

OOWF World Tag Team Title Lava Pit Match[/u]

The Flyin Hawaiians vs. Texpress

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match I[/u]

El Lobo Sangriento vs. J-P Sparxx

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match II[/u]

Lobo/Sparxx winner vs. Moose/Psykle winner

Teams On the Line, Last Person Standing Match[/u]

Drink & Destroy vs. Regicide

Onslaught Rules Match[/u]

Moosehead Jack vs. Psykle

Firewoman vs. Attitude Adjuster


Ecosystem vs. Alexis Darling



JW Westgaard & Honcho Williams vs. TBA

Card subject to Jim Tressel

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*Davin Moreland is HELPING~! to pack the Camry, as Davin and His Angels prepare for the relatively long road trip to Dayton.*

SDM: Do you have her mobile?

SFJ420: Mobile? What Mobile, man?

OGMSJ: You know the one. The one with the World Title belts on it, with Davin in the middle?

SFJ420: Ohhhhhh....right right right...

SDM: ...

OGMSJ: ...

OGMSJ: Oh...uh, no, I haven't seen it.

DM: *carrying what appears to be the last couple of bags* I have. It's in here. We're going to have to get another belt for it.

SDM: Why? Did you break it?

MM: *starts crying*

DM: No, I didn't break it.

MM: *stops crying*

DM: We're just going to need a 5th one on there for after Hell on Earth VII in Dayton, Ohio. *cheap pop*

SDM: Oh, I see what you did there. You know, there are 3 other guys in the ring with you. They're all pretty good.

DM: They are.

OGMSJ: Let me guess. But you're better?

DM: Well? Look at what everyone else had to go through for Pick Your Poison. Me? I put on a little wrestling exhibition for my fans, and then when I got bored it that, I ended it. Clean. No problem. I'm not beaten, or bruised, or bleeding. For the first time in months I'm in tip-top shape.

SFJ420: I think, like, they're all, like, sleeping on you or whatever, man.

*Davin gets in and they all head off*

DM: The whole OOWF has been sleeping on Ol' Davin for months now. They know who the fuck I am.

*Samantha punches him in the arm*

DM: OW!

SDM: Not in front of the baby.

DM: *sigh* Fine. They know who the...intercourse...I am. I'm the 4-Time OOWF World Champ. Never been done before, won't ever be done again. I'm the first 6-pack champ. I won the Grand Slam faster than anyone else. There's lots of talk about people being past their primes and whatnot, but you know what? This Sunday, I'm going to show EVERYONE just how past my prime I am, when I walk out of Hell on Earth VII with the World Heavyweight Championship for the FIFTH time. And they fear it....Oh, that locker room fears it.

SDM: We might fear it too.

*The Angels, even the infant one, all think this is funny*

DM: You doubt me, Samantha? Who are you to doubt El Davin?

SDM: Nice. And no, I don't doubt you.

DM: Good. Because this is a business trip, ladies.

OGMSJ: *rolls her eyes* Really? I thought we were vacationing in Dayton. I hear it's lovely this time of year.

DM: Who does business better than me?

Angels: No one. (also, some dribbling noises)

DM: That's right. I dispatched of Firewoman. In fact, I've dispatched of everyone of late. All those tag matches? It's Davin who won. I know facts get easily lost in the shuffle of hype and hoopla. But here are the facts. I'm the most decorated champion who will be in that ring, including the most decorated World Champion. I know how to pick my spots, and I know how to end up on top, and I KNOW how to win at Hell on Earth. I'm walking out of Dayton as your OOWF World Heavyweight Champion; and I don't care who knows it. Cock a doodle doo, mother...grabber...

SDM: We need to work on that.

MM: GA!

*fade*

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Eric O' Mac is on the phone.

EOM: Don't give me any excuses about Canadian law! I paid you to do a job, and you better get it done. I haave half the mind to just do it myself!..Oh, you don't think I can? I hired you out of charity, asshat! I have better things to do than put Firewoman out of wrestling. You don't. And it's apparent that even if you thought you did, you can't. That match against Stank? Worthless! You use to wipe the floor with that guy!...I don't care about the travel schedule! Simply listen to this. This Sunday, at Hell on Earth in Dayton, Ohio (cheap pop!)...Yes, I'll get cheap pops whenever I damn well please. It's not like you own cheap pops!...Oh, I don't care if you DID trademark the phrase! I'll give you another $5 for that...Five HUNDRED!?!?! You're crazy!...Yes I will talk to your attorneys! Just take out Firewoman, or I'm going to make your life miserable until someone takes you out of wrestling!

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Firewoman is walking out to the loading dock where the cars and stuff are to get on her motorcycle. She lights up as a metallic grey McLaren pulls up next to her and the passenger window rolls down.

AD: Going somewhere?

FW: Why are you not in medical?

AD: I have my stitches, my ice packs, and my pain meds.

FW: Oh then it's great that you're driving.

AD: Where are you--

FW: I have to go to New York to watch people who know how to tear down a ring tear down a ring, and then Dayton.

AD: How you getting there?

FW: Bike.

AD: No, get in the car.

FW: Excuse me?

Alexander puts the emergency brake on and gets out of the car and walks around to where Fire is standing.

AD: It's raining. And you're angry. Not a good combination on the bike. Ricky will take it on to Dayton for you. What's wrong.

FW: I'm not interested in you hovering right now.

AD: TOO BAD! We've been over this. No more going off on your own when--

FW: I lost.

AD: I know. I was kind of surprised the locker room is still standing.

FW: Yeah, well....

AD: So what?

FW: We were fine...good match...then....I got mad....I lost focus...and I lost. I mean, he still may have won if I hadn't, but....I did.

AD: Well, it happens, and besides, it was Davin...no shame in losing to--

FW: That's not it. I LIKE him, and I got mad. What happens Sunday? How am I supposed to keep my focus then?

AD: You just will, okay? C'mon....let's go to New York.

FW: Okay.....but I'm driving.

AD: What? No you are not...

FW: Exactly what all did they give you?

AD: They gave me .... stuff.....

FW: Uh huh...you can't tell me what it was, then you're in no condition to drive. Get in.

Alexander finally nods and Fire walks around to the driver's side.

AD: No smoking in my car!

FW: OUR car.

Fire holds up the ring around her neck as proof of that, and then field strips the cigarette, throwing the filter away. Fire does not litter.

AD: You know, I am a little disappointed you couldn't have at least softened him up a LITTLE for me for Sunday.

FW: You don't need it.

They both get into the car and it peels out, heading toward the house show in New York.

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~~~ A Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist knocks on the Texpress Dressing Room Door at the OOWF Arena in Dayton, Ohio (LOUD Cheap Pop) Bridgette Answers~~~

RNSFJ: I.... I'm supposed to interview Chad & Zane..

Bridgette: Not now shug, they're in the middle of a pretty intense film session

~~~ She steps out into the hall. We get a quick glimpse inside where Chad and Zane are both sitting watching a monitor, leaning forward intently, and with notepads in hand. The door then shuts. ~~~

RNSFJ: But, I'm supposed to..

Bridgette: Here, let me help you out there. My boys are a little tied up right now, doing everything humanly possible to be ready for The Volcano Match at Hell on Earth 7.

RNSFJ: That's what I wanted to talk to them about.

Bridgette: Well, let's see. The match is a lot like an Ultimate X match, with the ring surrounded by fire. So they're watching the Best of Ultimate X from TNA and of course the OOWF Ultimate X matches as well. taking notes on ways to secure the Championships as they hang from the crosses wires.

RNSFJ: But the fire..

Bridgette: Yes, the fire. What's no clear is how close the fire will be to the ring. So they're looking into creative ways to get the height needed to win. just stepping outside and climbing the tower to the wires and shimmying across might not be an option, depending on where the flames are and how high they get.

They're also doing alot of intense flexibility training. Dexterity will be a premium, so they are focusing less on the weights and more on stretching and cardio work this week. The little weight work they will be doing will be biceps and triceps, as well as some specialized hand and finger strengthening as well.

RNSFJ: Kai and Aina are both the same agile build. Zane is more of a power wrestler. Is that a disadvantage for your team In this match where smaller guys seem to have an advantage?

Bridgette: No, that's a typical misconception. Have you watched them finish someone off with a Double Dropkick? Zane gets the same height and snap on his Chad does. He has deceptive speed. Both have spent plenty of time in Mexico working Lucha Libre matches to be plenty comfortable in this type of match.

RNSFJ: well, Ok.. I guess that's it. Are you sure I can't talk to them myself I wanted to ask a.... personal type question.

Bridgette: Yes, you can get or give Chad your number. But don't expect a call until after the Pay Per View on Sunday. He's been very focused in there and won't want his concentration broken.

RNSFJ: But I...

Bridgette: Listen Hon, I'm sure there's going to be one heck of a shindig after the show. You're very pretty, I know he'd love for you to join us then.

RNSFJ: (Smiling) Ok. Tell him Good luck.

Bridgette: Oh I will. But luck won't have anything to do with it. Two of the best teams on the planet will do battle on Sunday. When the Smoke clears, The Texpress will have won Championship Number Seven at Hell On Earth Seven

~~~ Fade ~~~

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FADE in on a very intense looking Stan Fulton.

“This is a message to the entirety of the OOWF.

“I mean to defeat New Guard Chris Evans at Hell on Earth 7, right here in Dayton, Ohio.”

(cheap pop® 2011 Attitude Adjuster)

“Chris, you’ve gotten the best of me over the last few weeks. I can respect that. I was wrong about you. But the respect and apology does not constitute a walk-over this Sunday. I mean to give you everything I have in order to win back my Intercontinental Championship.

“But, win or lose, OOWF, after Hell on Earth, I’m coming for the World Heavyweight Championship.

“So this message is specifically for Alexander Darling, Eric O’Mac, Davin Moreland, and yes, even you Stank, but it's good the rest of you should hear it. I don’t care which one of you is holding that title aloft on Sunday night. But you are forewarned that come Monday morning, you’ve got a huge target on your forehead and I am to hit the bullseye.

“Enjoy the pain.”

FADE

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**SFJ#47 approaches L.D. Williams.**

SFJ#47: “L.D., Sunday night at Hell on Earth, you and Tytan are putting your team on the line in a match with Drink & Destroy. Your Thoughts?”

LDW: “We’re going to beat the crap out of each other.”

SFJ#47: “And?”

LDW: “And what? What else is there to say? It’s going to be brutal, and when all is said and done, one of us won’t be a team anymore. Simple as that.”

**Williams turns to walk away.**

SFJ#47: <muttering under her breath> “Davin’s right.”

LDW: “Excuse me?”

SFJ#47: “Oh!…uh… nothing.”

LDW: “No, you definitely said something. It sounded like ‘Davin’s right.’”

SFJ#47: “Well, he is! That was such a two-dimensional answer! ‘We’re going to beat the crap out of each other.’ What does that say? Where’s the feeling? Where’s the depth?”

**Williams glares at SFJ#47. His eyes narrow and she takes a step back. Suddenly, Williams shrugs.**

LDW: “What the hell. Come with me.”

**Williams walks down the hall and enters his locker room, SFJ#47 and the ninjacam at his heels. Williams takes a book out of his bag and drops it on the table.**

SFJ#47: “What’s this?”

LDW: “Depth.”

**SFJ#47 opens the book, which is a photo album. The first page is a picture of a woman in her late thirties and two children - a boy and a girl.**

LDW: “My wife and kids. They split their time between Columbia and Canada, but they hop continents to be nearby when I get a day off.”

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LDW: “The top three kids are in Nicaragua. The bottom pair are in the Phillipines. They’re not mine, but I promised their daddies I’d see to them. I don‘t get to visit as often as I‘d like, but Donnie checks on them once a month or so. We‘re working on getting them visas so they can go to school in Canada.”

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LDW: “Donnie.”

SFJ#47: “OOWF Hall of Famer Donovan Viper.”

LDW: “My half-brother.”

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LDW: “My sister.”

SFJ#47: “Isn’t that -”

LDW: “ My sister. She wants to make it as a wrestler so bad she can taste it. I leave her bouncing around the independents getting screwed over by TNA and the WWE because I saw what this place almost did to Donnie and I don’t want it to happen to her.”

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LDW: “Ma and me when I was eleven. <chuckles> See that bandage on my arm? Something Ma was involved in went south and a guy broke into our house and came after her with a knife. I’d never killed anyone before. I got a whole popsicle that night.”

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LDW: “I keep that map for the weird tours we go on. The red countries I’m not allowed to go back to. The purple one I’ll be shot on sight if I cross the border.”

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LDW: “Yes, I carry around a picture of a wrestling ring. Our ring. When Underdawg left he passed the torch as it were, and made it my yard. I know it’s a big joke, and people laugh about it behind my back, but I feel responsible for what happens in there. I still have nightmares about what Tytan did to Fire, to Eco, what Moose and Alex tried to do to each other…

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SFJ#47: “A hospital?”

LDW: “That whole Fear the Fraud thing? I gave some of the money to Covenant House for Fire’s sake, but the bulk of it went toward building that. Check the name.”

SFJ#47: “The Davin Moreland Free Hospital.”

LDW: “They decided to name it after him because his name is more marketable than mine.”

SFJ#47: “-”

LDW: “I don’t have the personality or the charisma, to be like Davin…or Stank…or Alex...or Eric. People don’t pay to hear me talk. They aren’t interested in any of the stuff I just told you. They want to see me wrestle. They want to see me win. And that’s what I do. Doesn’t matter what division. Doesn’t matter who my opponent is or where I am on the card. I may not win every match, but in the long run, I succeed. kz, Weapon X, Fear Us, we all won the tag titles. Sunday night…if Tytan and I don’t win that match…not only is Regicide over... I fail.



You asked me for my thoughts on the match with Drink & Destroy. I only have one. I have to win."

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We come up in the Destroyatorium, where Drink and Destroy and El Lobo Sangriento are celebrating their Trios title win. Well most of them are. Dashing Victor Dinero sits alone in a corner watching OOWF TV, in particular LD Williams last promo. Ashley slides into the booth beside him and punches him in the shoulder.

Ashley: Vic, come on, the boys and Spence are waiting for you to come have a victory round with us.

DVD: I just can't right now. I'm looking at what LD has to say, and it just brings up memories.

Ashley: Memories?

DVD: (smiling slightly) Yeah Memories. You where around for most of it, but I want to recap for the fans at home. (Vic motions to the INC with his last remark.)

DVD: Around this time last year, me and Danny made our debut here. I will be honest, I did not think it would last. I thought this would be a fad, that Danny would get tired with it, and we would move on. After all, we were feuding with Mario, and every woman on the roster felt the need to beat me up within the first week.

Ashley: Me and Spencer did not.

DVD: (smirking) Well, I'm not sure if I would call you and Spencer "Ladies".

Ashley playfully punches Vic in the arm, but he just smiles and keeps talking.

DVD: In the end, we where enhancement talent, We feuded with Mario for pete's sake. That is until two guys reached out a hand to us in friendship. Those two guys where Outback Jack and Spin Hansen. They offered us friendship, mentor ship, and a chance to truly make a mark in this business. Taking them up on that offer was the best thing that ever happened to us.

Ashley: Because it introduced you to me and Spencer?

DVD: (laughing) I won't deny those are some nice perks, but no. People like to sleep on Jack, but he has taught Danny more in a year than me and him would have ever learned on our own. We joined them when they where in the middle of a blood feud with one of the most dangerous men in this company.

Ashley: Stank?

DVD: Of course. At HOE last year we faced him and that sadistic bastard Moose in a last team standing match, and lost. For a lot of people, that would have been the end, but something in Danny refused to let this dream die. So we pressed on. Danny and Jack worked harder than I would ever have expected. We made friends and enemies, and even friends who became enemies. But we persisted. We watched so many teams come and go.

Ashley: And you won the tag titles.

DVD: That we did, but we persisted we kept moving on even while so many naysayers told us we should let it go. I hear the rumors. Danny would do better as a single, He carries Jack. OBJ is past his prime. Without Jack to carry him Danny would be another curtain jerker. For every fan we have we have just as many naysayers.

Vic takes a deep breath, and this time looks directly into the camera.

DVD: LD you say if you don't win this match you would fail. Well, one year ago we did that. For you this is a bout success or failure. For us it is about redemption. One year ago Drink and Destroy should have ended. Me, Danny, Jack, we refused to let that happened. This Sunday at Hell on Earth we have to find out if we made the right choice. You want to win this match to prove you haven't failed. We HAVE to win this match, otherwise, everything we done has been for naught. You and Tytan are multiple time tag champs, both former world champs. You want to and should be a team that dominates everyone who faces you. We are an upcoming rookie, and a veteran that is no longer seen as a threat. At Hell on Earth that changes. Not because we want to beat you, but because we have no other choice.

Ashley: But what if you lose?

DVD: Then it ends, Drink and Destroy goes it's separate way, and we find out where the next turn in the road takes us. This is not a blood vendetta, this is not a thirst for gold, or a desire to take the spotlight. This is two teams, stepping up to decide for themselves, if this is the path they need to take. Sunday, Hell on Earth, Drink and Destroy, Regicide, Last Team Standing. The match will speak for itself. It may not be the final match on the card, but it will be the match where we guarantee, something changes. Forever.

With that Victor picks up his drink and takes a sip.

DVD: Ash, go rejoin the party, I'll put on a smile and join you soon.

Ashley puts a peck on Vic's cheek and heads back over to rejoin the celebration as the scene fades.

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~~~ It is late at night (or early in the morning if you prefer) and we oddly see Zane Myers walking the hallways of the OOWF Arena in Dayton, Ohio (Cheap Pop, tho quieter due to the lateness of the hour). He stops in front of the Destroyitarium and heads inside.

Inside the celebration seems to have wound down consderably. Jack is leaning back in a booth, smoking a cigar with a pyramid of beer bottles covering the table. Victor is seated at the bar, head down, apparently having fallen asleep still holding his drink. Danny is behind the bar wiping things down, while Ashley and Spencer are with a group of SFJ's gathered around Lobo as he spins tales of his travels in Canadia & Mexico

Zane approaches the bar and Danny spies him, reaching under the counter immediately and pulling up a bottle of Aquafina ~~~

Zane: Thanks. I need to apologize. Chad and I had already started planning for this week we didn't even pay attention to the rest of the card. Let me offer you our sincere congratulations on winning the Campeonas.

~~~ Danny shakes his hand & makes the 'belt around the waist gesture,' then points at Zane and gives him two thumbs up. ~~~

Zane: And good luck to you. Beating LD twice in a row will take some effort, but I know you two can do it. When we win the Tag Team Championships, consider Drink & Destroy first in line.

~~~ Danny nods and Zane heads over to OBJ, and silently shakes hands with the veteran. He then heads to Lobo ~~~

Zane: Congratulations on the Campeonas win and good luck on Sunday. Chad and I love what you have done with that Onslaught Championship

VG: (slow and slurring his words) A scchhlow of respect between two intense competitors

Lobo: Call it a night, Eh? (to Zane) Thanks Mate. Join us? I was just telling the girls here about this one time in MooseJaw

Zane: Mate? Hanging around Jack too long?

Lobo: It grows on ya. Anyway, as I was abooooot to say.

Blonde #1: Hey ! Where's Chad! He needs to come to the party too!

Zane: He's asleep.

Blonde #2: Mmmmmm sounds like fun

Zane: That's my cue. Have a great time folks.

~~~ Zane heads out the door as Lobo resumes his story. Zane heads out the side exit to the parking lot where the wrestler's personal vehicles usually are. He sits on the hood of his 1965 Mustang and leans back to stare at the surprisingly clear night sky.

A few minutes of this, and then certain 1995 Toyota Camry pulls into the parking space next to Zane, and Davin Moreland gets out, carrying a couple of shopping bags from a local drugstore ~~~

Davin: Comrade

Zane: Comrade

Davin: You're up late

Zane: I was about to say the same to you

Davin: (holding up the bags) Late night Diaper & Forumla run.

Zane: Davin Moreland, Superdad.

Davin: Ehh. Sam had just gotten Mickie to sleep, Shawn sleeps like a rock, and Moonbeam was .... let's just say she's in no condition to drive.

Zane: Gotcha. How is the little one doing?

Davin: She's great. Got her mommas good looks and her daddy's wit already.

Zane: Naturally.

Davin: You and Bridgette talk about.....

Zane: Kids? Yeah, we've talked about it. Still way too soon.

Davin: You're not getting any younger.

Zane: Still younger than you are.

Davin: Touche. You know, you two can come around a little more often if you want.

Zane: I know. We will. I promise. Bridgette had a blast visiting with Sam while we were in Japan. I think she's planning on stopping by during the show.

Davin: I'll let Sam know. I know she'll be thrilled. Good luck Sunday

Zane: You too Davin. It'd be nice to see us all with Championships again. Just like old times

Davin: (unzipping his jacket and opening it with one arm to reveal his faded Run DEA Jersey) Just like old times.

~~~ Davin heads inside as we fade.. ~~~

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*Fade in to El Lobo Sangriento’s hotel room, where we find El Lobo Sangriento WAKING UP~! a little later than usual...

ELS: Keep it down, eh?

VG: What’s the matter Lobo? Not feeling so good today?

ELS: I feel like shit. How many beers did I drink last night?

VG: All of them.

ELS: Yeah, that’ll do it. Oh well. Totally worth it. Great celebration with D&D. It feels nice to be holding two titles again.

VG: And this time, you don’t have to choose which one to keep.

ELS: Good point. So, what’s on the docket for today?

VG: Breakfast. Training. Lunch. Training. Training. Training. Dinner. Training. Shower. Beer.

ELS: Busy day. What’s for breakfast?

VG: I made you some eggs, but they’re a little runny.

ELS: Ugh. Not what I needed to think about right now. Stupid hangover. Fuck it. I’m replacing “breakfast” with “shower” on the itinerary.

*Lobo stumbles through the process of showering and getting dressed for the gym. He starts to head out the door without even looking at the eggs that someone took the time to make for him…

ELS: Really? A guilt trip?

VG: It would just be nice to feel appreciated.

ELS: How about I buy you a breakfast burrito? Would that shut you up?

VG:…Yes.

ELS: Good. Let’s roll.

*Lobo gets in his rental car and heads toward the nearest Taco Time…

ELS: Guess I should say something about Hell on Earth 7. I mean, I do have two title defenses to make it through that night.

VG: Assuming you win your first match.

ELS: I’m not looking past Sparxx, but I think I’ve proven I can beat the guy at this point. And Evans is going to have his hands more than full dealing with Crusher on Sunday, so he should be a non-factor. Still, I expect that Sparxx will give me everything he’s got – like he always does – and it won’t be an easy win.

ELS: I’m really looking forward to Psykle vs. Moosehead Jack, too. I’ll be shocked if it doesn’t end in a disqualification on one side or the other. Those guys weren’t programmed for this division. Makes them dangerous.

VG: Who would you rather face in your second match?

ELS: Honestly? Whoever comes out of their match in worse shape. I’d love to sit here and say that I just look forward to defending my title and I don’t care who it’s against, but I know Sparxx is going to wear me down, and I’m not looking forward to stepping into the ring with either of those monsters after that.

VG: I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sound so worried about losing your title.

ELS: The odds are not in my favour. Nothing I can do but lay it all on the line and put on a show for the Wolfpack.

*Lobo pulls up to the Taco Time drive-thru as we *FADE*

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Fire has returned from her morning run with Stank. Zane is standing at the loading dock entrance.

FW: Um, hello?

ZM: Hey...look....uh.....

FW: Just spill it. You're only friendly with me when there's something you want.

ZM: Yeah....I know...and...well, this is no different.

FW: I should just tell you to pound sand.

ZM: I'd understand if you did, really.

FW: But...*sigh*....RunDEA. So what do you want?

ZM: Inferno match. Chad and I have been trying to watch all sorts of fire-matches to figure out how to--

FW: So you thought you'd come to the expert, eh?

ZM: Bridgette and Chad thought it'd be a good idea, yeah.

FW: So why are you the one asking...

ZM: Because they're right, and I figured you wouldn't come over if you thought I wasn't on board with it, so....

FW:....

ZM: ....

FW: Well...I have some paperwork to do, but...yeah, I'll stop by.

ZM: Okay, thanks. Maybe we can talk Trios....

FW: Yeah? Sure. Better be careful. People may start thinking there's an impending RunDEA reunion at Hell On Earth VII in Dayton, OH*...

ZM: *smiles*

FW: *smiles*

ZM: See you later then.

They nod. Zane holds out his fist for a 'terrist fish bump.' Fire hesitates, then smiles, and obliges.

FAAAAAADE

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GM Selena is sitting at her desk looking over some papers. Someone enters her office and sits in the chair across from her.

GMSa-T: One sec.

Familiar Voice: Take your time.

Selena looks up with bright eyes and a wide smile. She hops out of her seat and comes around her desk to sit in Poe's lap.

GMSa-T: Omie.

Selena wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him.

GMSa-T: Glad you made it.

Poe: I wouldn't miss you hosting the OOWF Awards.

GMSa-T: I'm like so totally nervous.

Poe: You will do fine.

GMSa-T: Oh, I know, I'm awesome, but there's just been so much work. Do you know how much the insurance dudes go bonkers over Hell On Earth? Especially this year with the Volcano Match and Firewoman vs. Attitude Adjuster, and Uncle Moose's existence.

Poe: Plus after last year...

GMSa-T: Yeah, let's not talk 'bout that, k?

Poe: Beloved, you don't seem yourself.

GMSa-T: People are getting on my nerves. I mean I know some don't like me, but like now even those that I thought did are like testing me.

Poe: It comes with power. You are handling it remarkably.

GMSa-T: Thanks. But some people just suck.

Poe: That they do.

GMSa-T: You're staying through the show, right?

Poe: And leave my Beloved? Not a chance in Hell.

GMSa-T: *grins* I was hoping you'd say that.

Selena kisses Poe again as we *fade*

[BookerShark]

*Stank is resting after his run with Firewoman. Justin Sane walks in.*

Stank - Come here Justin. I need to tell you something.

JS - Sure thing boss.

*Justin walks over to Stank and the big man leans down and whispers in his ear. We can't hear what is being said but whatever it is has Justin looking unusually deadly serious. After Stank finishes Justin stares at Stank with a combination of Shock and irritation.*

JS - How do you know?

Stank - I don't. I just feel it.

JS - What do you want me to do?

Stank - I suppose there's nothing you can do.

JS - I can borrow five dollars.

Stank - Sure... here you go.

JS - Thanks. I can also find out for you.

*Stank contemplates Justin's words then simply shakes his head no.*

Stank - Don't worry about it. I just wanted to give you a heads up.

*Justin looks sad for a minute then simply turns to walk away.*

JS - I'm going to find out.

Stank - Well good luck with that.

*Justin Sane walks out and SFJ#2 walks in.*

Stank - Alicia.

SFJ#2 - Thoughts on your upcoming match at Hell on Earth 7?

Stank - Well if you're going to half ass it, so will I. Should be a good one.

SFJ#2 - *sigh* Do I really need to ask a complicated question?

Stank - I suppose you don't.

SFJ#2 - So I'm just here to hold the mic. Do you have anything you want to get off your chest?

Stank - Ah that's better. Sure. I'm going into Hell on Earth 7 facing three men who all deserve to be there, but only one of us can walk out the World Champion.

That one will be me.

Will it be easy...? No way in Hell.

You got the four time World Champ in Davin Moreland who despite what he might say needs to realize that I for one, am not overlooking him. He and I have gone to war too many times for me to be stupid enough to think I can just walk over him. Eric O'Mac is a mastermind. The motherfucker is crafty. Combine that with the fact that he is a great athelete, and has been World Champion before, and only a fool would think he didn't have a shot at winning the match. Then there's the current World Champion, Alexander Darling. The man dug deep, he scratched and he clawed, he did everything he could and finally beat me clean in the middle of the ring. For that he gets my congrats, my admiration, and my contempt. I have lost before and I have never liked it. But I don't dwell on it. I come back stronger, each and every time.

Alex holds the prize and I WILL have it... why? Because I can more than match everything that the other three men bring to the table. I have the ability and I am determined like no other. You see the stakes are somewhat higher for me because after the match, win, lose, or what have you, I'm out for a month and I don't get another opportunity at any championship for 90 days once my suspension is up. So you can add in there a bit of desperation to win. I don't only want to win. I NEED to win. That is why I will win no matter what. So what I will do is this... I will make life HELL for those other three men in that match and I WILL walk out of Hell on Earth 7 your new OOWF World Heavyweight Champion.

Don't believe me?

Fade

[BookerShark]

*Davin Moreland is ON A CONFERENCE CALL~! Many reporters, 1 Davin*

R#1: Bob Johnson from the Albuquerque Journal...

DM: It doesn't matter what your name is!

R#1: Haha! That's a good one, Davin!

DM: No. Really. It doesn't matter what your name is. You're an intern working the "wrestling beat" for the Albuquerque Journal. Nobody gives a shit. What's your question.

R#1: Why are you so awesome?

DM: Ok, let me put a stop to this right now. Anyone who joined this conference to ask me "why I'm awesome" or "how awesome am I" or "Why do I think I'm so awesome" or "have I always been awesome" or any other "awesome-related" questions, please just go ahead and drop off this conference call right now.

*Nothing Happens*

DM: Fine, I promise we will do a future conference call covering all your coveted "awesome-related" questions. However, I will not be fielding those questions today. If that's your question, please drop off now.

*Suddenly several dozen "bloops" signifying people dropping off the conference call happen. In fact, it's so many, Davin resorts to this*

DM: Wow. Anyone left?

*A handful of "yeahs" respond back*

DM: Ok good. I have no idea why everyone is so obsessed with my awesomeness.

R#2: Because it's all you ever talk about.

DM: Wait, what? When was the last time I said - wait, who the fuck is that, anyway?

R#2: Gregg Easterbrook. ESPN.com. I write the Tuesday Morning-

DM: Yeah, I know who the fuck you are. The "Patriots are Cheaters" guy. Tried to make your name off of that. And now no one cares anymore except for Patriots fans who want to beat you senseless on sight. The friggin' ESPN OMBUDSMAN wanted you to get fired. Solid career decision, jackass.

GE: Hey, I can't help it if the Pat-

DM: Do NOT even say that. Hell, NFL Network, of all places, just wrapped up a 2-Part Biography of Bill Belichick. Your little spike in recognition is completely gone now. You're back to the "Jersey-A, Jersey-B" guy. Wow, that's so fucking clever. I don't know how you can write that without a straight face.

GE: I can't.

DM: I figured. Your question, douchebag?

GE: What makes you think an old, slow, past your prime wrestler such as yourself has a chance to win this Sunday.

DM: Old, slow, and past my prime? Let me ask you a question, fucko. Davin Moreland has been in 6 matches the last six weeks, both individual and tag, in this little round-robin we've had. Know what my record is?

GE: 3-3?

DM: 6-0, you shameless fraud. And guess who got the pin in every single one of those matches?

GE: Eric O'Mac?

DM: Yeah, Eric O'Mac got every pin, especially in my singles matches. You really are a clueless twat, Easterbrook. I'll make sure this exchange gets in the hands of your bosses at Disney, ok? The answer, to the non-twats still on this call, is Davin Moreland. 6 matches. 6 wins. 6 pins by Davin. I'm the hottest wrestler of the four of us, coming in. While everyone else is going all Sleepytime Tea on me, Davin's gonna shock the world at Hell on Earth one more time. Now go kick rocks, Easterbrook.

GE: *crying* *bloop*

DM: Next.

R#3: Bill Simmons, Grantland.com

DM: Bill! How you been, man? Been a long time.

BS: Yeah, this Grantland.com thing is proving a lot harder than I thought it would be. I mean, almost everyone from Boston Sports Guy came over to ESPN Page 2. But pretty much no one has gone from Page 2 to Grantland.

DM: Yeah, that's because you stopped being funny around 2006 sometime. Now you sound like Mike Lupica.

ML: HEY!

DM: Who let that pussy on this conference call? SECURITY!

ML: *bloop*

BS: That's not very nice, Davin.

DM: Neither is becoming an LA phony, Simmons.

BS: Can I ask my question?

DM: I don't know, can you?

BS: *sigh* May I ask my question?

DM: Of course, Bill.

BS: What do you think of the Red Sox?

DM: I think that nobody gives a shit about the Red Sox, unless you're a girl, over 50, or in the media. And even those first two, I question these days. It's football season, Bill. Patriots are 2-0.

BS: How can you say that only the media cares about the Red Sox?

DM: Because it's true? Look at who goes to games these days. It's the media, rich people, and college girls looking to break up their barhopping. They're there to sing "Sweet Caroline". They're like Cubs fans. They don't care about the actual game. They've won their World Series. 2 of them. Here's the list of people who still live and die with the Red Sox: 1) WEEI 2) NESN 3) Because of NESN, the Boston Globe 4) College Girls 5) People over 50 6) The National Media. That's it. Yankees fans don't even care about the Red Sox like they did a couple of years ago. Check your TV ratings, Bill. When a Patriots Preseason game out-rates a Sox/Yankees game 4 and 5 to 1, that's all you really need to know. How long does the media perpetuate this myth that "Boston is a baseball town"? Boston hasn't been anything approaching a baseball town since 2004. Sox win the World Series, Patriots win back-to-back Super Bowls. That's when it turned. Ask Bob Kraft if you don't believe me.

BS: But...but...baseball! Tradition!

DM: Boring. Unlikeable players. 200-year-old ballpark. You've got GOATs at QB and Head Coach in Foxboro. Likeable players who sacrifice their personalities to the betterment of the team. When was the last time David Ortiz sacrificed anything for anybody? JD Drew? John Lackey?

BS: So, what do you think about the Red Sox?

DM: I think the Patriots are on the road this week to face Buffalo, with a chance to go 2-0 in the division, both on the road, and 3-0 in the conference. That's what I think about the Red Sox.

BS: *cries* *bloop*

DM: Anyone want to ask me about wrestling?

*Several more bloops*

DM: Anyone left?

R#4: Rick Scaia, Online Onlslaught.

DM: I'm not in WWE, Rick.

RS: Why is WWE so vastly superior to your bush league promotion?

DM: SECURITY!

RS: *cries* *bloop*

DM: Anyone left?

R#5: Yes sir. This is Jimmy Templeton from Directional High School in Ohio.

DM: Yes, little Jimmy, your question?

LJT: Sir, you've been mentioned a lot in promos this week by various wrestlers, but no one who's actually in your match. Why is that?

DM: Great question, Little Jimmy. I would like to address a couple of things first. First, to LD, if he had gotten a recent picture of that hospital, he would have seen that I went apeshit when I saw that, and it has been changed to "OOWF Wrestlers Free Hospital". Mostly because the entire "Fear the Fraud" campaign was LD's idea. I just helped to promote it. By the way, if you'd like to contribute to OOWF Wrestlers Free Hospital, or any other number of charities supported by the Fear the Fraud campaign, you can go to fearthefraudldwilliams.com, or you can buy the Fear the Fraud T-shirt on OOWF.com. And I do want to mention that LD did a hell of a job on that promo. It's good to see. And you and I? We've got a match coming one of these days. Don't think I forgot.

LJT: Thanks for that, Davin. Now, what about Stank, Alex and Eric?

DM: Stank, Alex and Eric are savvy veterans. Champions, for that matter. They've been here long enough, and more importantly, been around ME long enough to know that a war of words with Davin Moreland is a war that they have no chance of winning. It would just be a slaughter. Crowd support...or more accurately, crowd "reaction", is an extraordinarily underrated factor when it comes to any match, but especially a match like this. And, as the four of us are well aware, winning the war of words is the best way to get the crowd to react to you. By not mentioning it at all - they've pretty much handed that aspect of the match to me; but it will be muted because it has been ignored. These three are all smart, tough guys. They know what's up. Smart, savvy, veteran move.

LJT: So, you're not mad about it?

DM: I'm pissed about it, Little Jimmy. But what am I going to do? Say that Alex is a pussy who has lucked his way into the position of Champion? Say that Stank is a broken down old man with 2 bad knees and is a shadow of his former self? Say that Eric is a lucky never-was who is only in this position because there was nowhere else to put him after his stable quit on him? No. I'm not going to say that.

LJT: Well, technically, you just DID say that.

DM: Ah. Touche Little Jimmy. You're a sharp kid.

LJT: This is the part where you say you didn't mean any of that, because it's not true.

DM: Right. I didn't mean any of that.

LJT: ...

DM: ...

LJT: Because it's not true?

DM: I didn't mean any of that. Any other questions, Little Jimmy?

LJT: Oh, sure. Uh...there have been rumors, again, of a Run DEA reunion at Hell on Earth. You all have teased this before - is there any reason we should believe you now?

DM: I'm wearing a Run DEA t-shirt?

LJT: Nah, you've done that before.

DM: Fine. Jimmy, let me tell you something.

LJT: Ok.

DM: There will come a point in time when Run DEA will get back together. And when that day happens, the rest of the OOWF will shit their collective pants, because 3 years down the road, all we have is more experience, more smarts, more understanding. The in-fighting will not exist because we're all much more capable of focusing on our common purpose. Those little personal issues won't matter anymore; because we're all aware that they don't matter. It won't matter how we're booked, or who thinks we're what - it will be a common goal. It will be a collective mind. And it will be the OOWF's worst nightmare.

LJT: Is that point in time....Hell on Earth?

DM: That's my time, Little Jimmy. And everyone else. Buy the Pay-per-view, buy the t-shirts, especially Fear the Fraud, of which 100% of the proceeds go to charity, and Cock a doodle doo...mother....f-er. Yeah, I gotta work on that. SAMMY?!?

*fade*

[BookerShark]

Stank - Hi. My name is Stank. I would like to take this time to mention my opponents at Hell on Earth 7 LIVE in Dayton Ohio THIS SUNDAY~!!

*Justin Sane wanders onto the scene.*

JS - You already did that.

Stank - I did?

JS - Yeah like two promos ago.

Stank - Oh...

JS - Anyway I called your brother.

Stank - Justin WHY would you do that?

JS - I wanted to KNOW.

Stank - ... ... so what did he say?

JS - He denied it.

Stank - He would.

JS - I'm going to keep digging.

Stank - I wish you wouldn't. I told you there's nothing you can do.

JS - I can borrow five dollars.

Stank - What did you do with the five dollars I loaned you earlier.

JS - It's right here.

Stank - Give it to me.

*Justin hands the five spot to Stank.*

Stank - Now here. Take this.

*Stank hands the five back to Justin.*

JS - Waait a minute! I know that TRICK!

Stank - You do?

JS - Yeah! You take this back!

Stank - Okay.

JS - Now HERE. Take this one too.

*Justin hands Stank another five dollar bill.*

JS - Now lemme borrow five dollars!

Stank - okay.

*Stank hands one of the fives back to Justin.*

JS - THERE now we're even!

Stank -

JS -

Stank - How about you take this one too.

JS - Gee. Thanks boss!

*Justin walks away with his prize.*

Stank - That's the future Internet Champion there. Zack Ryder barely escaped last time, but Justin has got his number. Just you wait.

[BookerShark]

:Outback Jack is in a random corner of the ring, eyes rolled up in his head, and Jack of the Hinterlands has taken over:

OBJ: Regicide, I don't know who will win, but I do know who will feel the pain!

[BookerShark]

Psykle is all alone in front of an OOWF banner, somewhere near Dayton, but not at the arena yet. Once again, he is still taking IQ's advice and staying away from the arenas where people tend to go a little crazy backstage, and instead taking advantage of the luxury training centers IQ has set up for him.

Psykle: Lobo, you're right. I'm not programmed for the Onslaught division. Never have been, never will be. I am a rage-aholic with a VERY bad temper, known to lose control. How known? Let's just say there's a reason I'm a redhead now and legally changed my name.

Psykle pulls down his shades, and winks at the camera.

Psykle: Now, while I may not be programmed for the Onslaught division, there is one achievement that man has the capability of that separates artificial intelligence from true intelligence. Man can overcome his programming. Sure, Moose and I will probably beat the living hell out of each other. Frankly, I expect that you and Sparxx will do the same to each other. Then, whoever is left standing from each of those matches will go on to face each other, and probably beat whatever is left in each other out of them.

Psykle pauses for a minute and thinks.

Psykle: You see, at the end of the night, only one of us will walk out of Dayton, Ohio (cheap pop® 2011 Attitude Adjuster) as the Onslaught Champion, but two things will be proven. One - which ones of us four deserve to be in the division, and two - which one of us deserves to be champion. Make no mistake about it, I'm not expecting this to be a cake walk, I'm not playing down ANY of the opponents involved in these matches, though I will talk about Sparxx and his buddy Evans in a moment. No, this is it. This is the time that we all show what we have and what we deserve...and the display will be glorious.

Psykle smiles before getting a deadly serious look in his eyes and stepping closer to the camera.

Psykle: Now, as for you Sparxx, and your buddy Evans, and the whole New Guard faction. You think I stand for the same things you do? Keep dreaming. Look at how you had to win your match this week. Evans had to grab my leg, and hold it down so that you could pin me. You didn't earn that win, just like I don't feel you've really earned the right to be in these matches for the Onslaught Championship. Just like I feel the New Guard isn't about earning their way into the limelight, but is about whining and taking what they want, deserving or not.

Psykle relaxes and backs away from the camera.

Psykle: Moose? Sunday, I'm begging you, bring your A game. I want these matches Sunday to be all about proving we belong. Win, lose or draw, I will prove to you and to everybody else in the locker room, in the offices, in the boardroom, that I belong here, that I belong at the top of the Onslaught Division, and that I belong in high profile matches. I can't do that if you show up and because of whatever is going on in that messed up head of yours, you only half ass it. I want the Moosehead Jack of Legend, not the Moosehead Jack of Loonytown.

Psykle leans down and picks up a t-shirt. It appears to be one of Lobo's t-shirts.

Psykle: Lobo, you left this t-shirt in my locker a few weeks ago. "If you fuck with me, I'll knock you the fuck out." I like that attitude. I also like how you respect the Onslaught division and have brought it to the highest levels it has been at in ages. In that ring, you are one of the best competitors I have ever faced, and that's because you don't draw out my rage, but draw out my competitive instinct. You make me take my game to the next level, and make me stop relying on my power, and start relying on my brains and the technical skills I've developed training with IQ. In all honesty, I'm hoping you beat Sparxx and that I make it past Moose. To face both of you in one night, two completely different types of opponents, who bring out two completely different styles from me, and to win...that would prove it all. Moose, Lobo, even you Sparxx, we all have the opportunity to steal the show and prove to everyone what we are all about. Let's do it...

Psykle takes his shades off, and steps dangerously close to the camera.

Psykle: ...because if we don't, if one of you even partially half asses it, I will prove to you why it's been in EVERY ONE's best interests for me to stay away from the arenas.

Fade to black.

[BookerShark]

We open in an empty arena in Dayton, Ohio. Firewoman is sitting on a stool in the center of the ring, with Lucky sitting on a stool next to her, microphone in hand and OOWF promo banner behind them. The houselights are off, and just the center of the ring where they are sitting is illuminated, but with only dim spots.

L: Fire, we're here today to talk about your upcoming match with Attitude Adjuster at Hell On Earth VII in Dayton.

FW: Yeah...but I think to do that, we need to do a little history.

L: Oh...okay....

FW: You know, sitting here, in this arena...this has been the site of some of the most important moments of my career here at OOWF. My first Hell on Earth, was the end of the war between Bennett and Rick for control of the OOWF and the formation of RunDEA. Then the next year, the formation of the Five...two of the most dominant factions in the history of OOWF. Then last year, I finally got to meet one of my oldest foes in the ring, and beat him to retain my world championship.....

Firewoman pauses and looks at the lights a bit.

FW: In many ways, that was the beginning of the end, really. Although it kind of started in Vegas....

L: Wait....your wedding?

FW: Yeah, kinda...I mean, not that it ended up as bad as I thought it would at the time....it really hit me this past weekend, while I was at the Morelands' house, surrounded by family and in-laws, holding my niece and cousin....let me start over here....

I've come quite a long way this last year or so. In many ways, the wedding was a wake up call that I was out of control...but it wasn't until I defeated Poe, and then followed him to the airport.....that it really started to sink in.

L: When you started hearing Ecosystem's voice?

FW: Yeah...and I still don't know if I really heard him, or maybe I just needed to define it as that so it wasn't really me thinking I needed a change...but then, I went the wrong way. I was weak...I let Ecosystem manipulate me....I thought I was getting more control in my life, but I just wasn't.

L: What does this have to do with--

FW: I'm getting there. You know, there were a lot of cultures which suggest that you can only go through great change through some sort of ... I dunno, death ritual. Or that to be spiritually enlightened you need a near death experience and a total deconstruction of your existence.....

L: Well, that would certainly describe your time with Ecosystem. We all thought we'd lost you, first just ... physically... Then, emotionally.

FW: I'll never be able to make up for all that...but what I can do is just keep moving forward. And an amazing thing happened after I ... well, woke up. There were people there. Stank, Chad, eventually Davin....

L: Alex....

FW: *she smiles* yes, Alex. Mostly Alex.

L: Moose?

FW: Yeah...in his way, I guess... but still, no matter what had happened, they were....they were THERE...they didn't....well, this is getting way too sentimental, but it showed me that ...I could really change if I wanted to.

L: So...are you saying that Ecosystem is right? That he saved you?

FW: What? Fuck no. He tried to kill me...destroy me. And when he couldn't do it physically, he tried to kill my spirit. He managed to do what no one on this planet has done since my mother. He did what Poe tried to do, and I resisted him. He made me a puppet...He controlled my thoughts and actions...I will never forgive him for that, and I will never EVER forget it either. One day...*fire sighs*...but this is not about that...the answer, though, is NO! Ecosystem did NOT save me.

L: Well then...

FW: I came back from that...and I'm not going to get all sentimental, but I gradually came to realize...there was more. More than just blood and vengeance. In those dark days after leaving Trinity I caught a glimpse...just a shimmer really...of something I thought I gave up on when I was still a child....

Fire pauses again, looking again up at the lights.

L: Well, you have really changed over the last year. Fans who used to boo you now cheer you. You're commissioner now, and the locker room accepts you as both a wrestler and as commissioner.

FW: Yeah....you know...a year ago...couldn't even see that. Wouldn't have believed any of this was possible.

L: I'm not getting where this is heading, Fire...

FW: Lucky...there's one person that I can thank for this. And, although Juni will say it was him...no. No, it's not Junichiro Muyo.

L: Ahhh....Alex.....

FW: *smiling* I don't want to discount how surprisingly important his role in this is...A year ago, I couldn't have imagined...well...no, my relationship with Alex is a result of this, not a cause....

L: Then...

FW: No...the person who inspired me...the person I did this for.... is me.

L: ....

FW: That's right. I could have done all this to impress Eco, or to keep Alex around, but that's not genuine. And it doesn't last. No...this past year has been about ME changing FOR ME.

L: Wow...that's....

FW: So....here's what I have to say about Sunday.

Firewoman grabs Lucky's microphone, stands up from her seat, and looks straight into the camera.

FW: Attitude Adjuster. Eric O'Mac for reasons I still don't quite get, and don't even really care about anymore, has decided to hire you to end me. To end my career. To undo all that work that I just talked about. I think you should know that while I have changed a lot since I hit you upside the head with that sonogram machine, there are some things that aren't any different. I will not go quietly. I will not simply stand in the ring and let you take everything I've worked this last year away from me. I will not bend or break or tap or let you pin me. In fact, my job Sunday night, at Hell On Earth VII, will be to make you completely regret ever agreeing to take Eric O' Mac's offer.

You've threatened to take away everything I've worked for. I simply will not allow it. I will make you bleed, and leave you battered and bruised, and if I decide to show you mercy, and that's a big "if," Alan, you will be able to do nothing except crawl back to your hovel in Vegas, and start panhandling for coins for the slot machine.

Because to see you, once again, on your knees, groveling, and begging me for mercy....AGAIN? Yeah...that'll sparkle with me.

Fire drops the microphone and the camera pulls back to see her leaving the ring.

[BookerShark]

*Shawn Johnson and Moonbeam are WATCHING~! Firewoman's promo on OOWF-TV. The rest of the crew is, well, elsewhere.*

FW: No...the person who inspired me...the person I did this for.... is me.

L: ....

FW: That's right. I could have done all this to impress Eco, or to keep Alex around, but that's not genuine. And it doesn't last. No...this past year has been about ME changing FOR ME.

OGMSJ: Hey, whaddya know, it's all about HER. Who knew?

SFJ420: I dunno, man, maybe she's on to something...or something.

OGMSJ: Oh bullshit. She says a couple of nice things about Alex, but in the end, just like ALWAYS, it's all about her. Alex and I have had our differences to be sure, but man, that's not right.

SFJ420: And what about Lucky? That guy has done everything he, like, can to bail her out of some pretty sticky situations and stuff, man. He gets no credit.

OGMSJ: See what I mean?

SFJ420: You're just, like, biased because of Alex or something.

OGMSJ: Oh please. That has nothing to do with it. I'm more concerned with how it affects Davin.

SFJ420: How would it affect Davin?

OGMSJ: I dunno, maybe he overlooks some things when it comes to her?

SFJ420: Dude, did you, like, SEE, their match last week?

OGMSJ: Yeah.

SFJ420: Davin Moreland overlooks nothing. That's why he's, like, as good as he is, man.

OGMSJ: I guess you're right. Just the "me me me, it's all me" shit. I hate it.

SFJ420: Check it, though. Do you see Davin in the middle of all that?

OGMSJ: Well, now that you mention it, no.

SFJ420: You think that's, like, an accident, man?

OGMSJ: Hmm. I guess you're right, Moony.

SFJ420: Damn right I am.

OGMSJ: It just makes me mad, you know? Gives all us women a bad name.

SFJ420: How?

OGMSJ: You know. Claims she's all about "girl power" and supposed to be this badass; and yet - if it's not for man after man after man giving her opportunities, or having her back, or bailing her out - she'd be jobbing to Kelly Squared or something. The next time she does something on her own will be the first time.

SFJ420: Why are you so harsh about her, man?

OGMSJ: My spidey sense goes off when it comes to her. She's gonna hurt Alex, or worse, Davin. And when she does, it won't be easily fixed like last time. She's evil. More evil than her brother - and just as psycho. I just wish people would believe me when I say that.

SFJ420: *thinks* I'm not going to, like, say I agree with you, dude. But I'll promise I'll totally do this. I'll keep an eye out for it.

OGMSJ: If you can keep your eyes open, that is.

SFJ420: Don't make me kick your ass, half-pint.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

<Moosehead Jack is sitting on a stack of pallets at the back of the Dayton Arena smoking a cigar and looking off into space. He must suspect an INC is standing there because he speaks>

A lot of people will say that their next match is the most important match of their career to hype it up, to make it sound more impressive. I have never been one to do that, a match is usually a match. Tomorrow night, at Hell on Earth, this really may be the biggest match of my career.

You see, I am not like some people, I don't run around worrying about my Legacy. My Legacy is cemented. My Legacy is set. If I retired tomorrow, at Hell on Earth next year, I am in the OOWF Hall of Fame. I am not like some people, I don't need to constantly remind people how great I am. I don't feel the need to list my accomplishments in every single promo I do. My accomplishments are well known, they speak for themselves. I am not like some people, I don't need to complain about where my spot on the card is. I don't need to worry about when I will get an opportunity to take something I want, I have EARNED those opportunities.

Yet, all that said, tomorrow night is different. Tomorrow night, I have put it on the line. I promised I would win the Onslaught title by Hell on Earth. No one, not a single person believed I could do it. There was no way I would last five minutes in the Onslaught division. There was no way I could cut it. Well, here I am, fighting for a chance to face El Lobo Sangriento for that title. Here I am about to make four other men considerably less wealthy.

Psykle? I have to say, I have been impressed by the man. He is a perfect blend of speed and power, and he is able to keep his head in the game just long enough to let his talent show through. But Psykle, I have been here before. I have been in the spotlight of Hell on Earth before, you, not so much. That's a lot of pressure on you kid. It would be a damn shame if you were to fold under the pressure.

Now, once I beat Psykle, and make no mistake about it, I WILL beat Psykle, the man has got what he wanted, my full, undivided attention. I will face either J-P Sparxx or Lobo. Sparxx FINALLY appears to have his head screwed on right, and the kid may one day be one of the greatest onslaught champions the OOWF has seen. That day is not September 25th. If you get past Lobo, you will NOT get past me.

And finally, El Lobo Sangriento. Its me and you Wolfie. It's nothing personal, but you have what I want. You are fond of saying "Mess with me and I will knock you the fuck out" will you though? When push comes to shove? Let's see just how far you will go to keep that title.

September 25, 2011, Hell on Earth 7. There has been so much talk of old guard vs. new guard, of a changing of the guard, or things changing in the OOWF, about putting the old guys out to pasture, about the kids taking the spots they think they deserve. Well, gentlemen, you have the most grizzled veteran on the roster, this is your shot. Sparxx, you want to step up with Evans and make some noise? Here is you chance. Psykle? You want to prove you are more than a big man, that you are legit? Here is your chance. Lobo? You want to go down as the greatest Onslaught Champion in OOWF history? Here is your chance.

In the end? None of it matters. At the end of the night, I WILL be the new OOWF Onslaught Champion. I WILL prove everyone wrong. I WILL laugh at all of Them who cry because I hold a title that I have no business holding. I WILL become the first ever two time Grand Slam winner. And there is not a damn thing They, or anyone else can do about it.

Trust me

[BookerShark]

*Stank is walking down the hall when he spies a graphic on a nearby monitor.*





Stank - What THA HAIL??

Fade

[BookerShark]

You know, for hours upon hours yesterday, I worked on a Breakfast club parody promo. One that would capture and show that while myself, Stank, and Davin Moreland are three completely different individuals, we were all the same. That Alexander Darling only saw us as the world sees us. In the simplest terms. For me - the son of a wrestling mogul who's completely full of himself with just a little extra psychosis on the side. Someone who is lazy, someone who doesn't have a passion for the business.

But then you dig a little deeper.

You find out that I didn't know who my father was until I was 18.

You find out that my mother raised me by herself, with out any financial support from the bastard that I now call Dad.

You find out that I devoted myself to becoming the absolutely best in the world at the young age of 24.

And as you keep finding more and more information about me, you learn how I became the way I am. You learn why I do the things I do, and you understand why I think the way that I think.

You see, when I got into this business, I studied every style of wrestling that I could think of. I started with submission wrestling. Man of 1000 holds? Try doubling that, and that's how many holds I know, and that's without including the armbars. So I mastered that style.

High-flying? Yeah, I know that too. Part of growing up in North Carolina means you HAVE to go through OMEGA. So, I went, did crazy shit, got hooked on pills and fucked Amy Dumas because that's what the school taught. And after doing all that, I was able to add those high flying moves to my arsenal.

Upon joining the OOWF, I started working some power moves into my moveset. Let me remind you that despite what Moose and LD will have you believe, they aren't the only OOWF original members. Just the only ones dumb enough to stick around for seven years. But when I joined, all of that hard work?

No one gave a shit.

So, I worked a little harder, added some new moves, re-dedicated myself to my craft. Got involved with the new Onslaught Division. Won the title.

What happens next?

No one gave a shit.

And on and on goes the story of my life. Work hard, no one cares. Work hard, it's not good enough.

So, yeah, excuse me for not having a fucking passion for this business. This business doesn't love anyone, so why should I love it?

So what am I still doing here, you might ask? What motivates me to continue to go through this shit day in and day out, night after night, month after month, year after year?

The idea that I can turn the wrestling world upside down.

You see, last summer when I came back, I came back to make a statement. and when no opportunities were out there to be had, I MADE my own opportunity.

I took Bryce Larson, good kid, good wrestler, good promo, but ZERO direction, and I made him into one of the best tag team wrestlers in the history of the OOWF. We were ONE DAY away from being historic. But I went in a division, where everyone was vulnerable and beatable, and I took those champioships and for five months, I was untouchable! I was unbeatable! And people whine about my methods and how we did things, but the fact of the matter is I GOT RESULTS! I promised results, and I GOT THEM.

And it flew right in the face of this company.

Who does that, they might ask? Who does exactly what they are going to say? How does that make any sense?

And that's what's wrong with this company. People talk shit, and they refuse to back it up.

Let's take Firewoman, for example. She was so pissed at AA. So mad. And even when AA told her "Hey, I'm not doing this because I hate you, I'm doing this for the money." She didn't believe him.

But it turned out to be completely true and Firewoman now looks like a fool because of it.

Honesty, Alex. No reason for me to lie. I'm going to be straight up about it. I will be champion one way or another tomorrow night. That's a promise. That's me telling you the way it's going to be and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

Oh, and the reason I never finished the Breakfast Club promo? Because, in the end, it was just more work for something completely pointless. No opportunity in that. That, and while me, Davin, and Stank have similarities, there is one big thing that separates us.

At the end of the night tomorrow night, I will be champion and they...well, they simply will not.

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is doing some light work on the bag before the match, basically just trying to handle nerves. Someone comes behind her.

Someone: Did you see--?

FW: Yes, I did. They don't know what they're talking about. Maybe they were all stoned. I can't be bothered to care right now.

Someone: What about--

FW: Yeah, if he wants to stop hiding behind his lackies and come after me one on one, he's welcome to it. Otherwise I don't care what he's ranting about.

The someone comes walking around so he's in the ninjacam.

LDW: Good. Focus on the match you got.

FW: Yeah. *she stops her punches* What you said....about me and Tytan....

LDW: Yeah, I meant it.

FW: Then..*she smiles*..I suppose I'll be sure to not let ya down.

LD smiles and nods and turns to go, then turns back, holding up the Five salute. Fire returns it.

LDW: Although, Poe retiring....you all facy and stuff....probably should retire that, too.

FW: Naah....never know. Good luck tonight.

LDW: You too.

*FADE*

[BookerShark]

*Stank is going over some last minute preperations for his match when a camera crew comes walking into his locker room.*

SFJ#3 - We're shooting footage for the DVD.

Stank - Go ahead.

*Stank continues with what he is doing when SFJ#3 starts to engage him in conversation.*

SFJ#3 - So... the award ceremony was fun.

Stank - Yeah. It was an honor to win wrestler of the year. I still can't believe it actually.

SFJ#3 - Why not. You've had a good year.

Stank - Yeah I guess.

SFJ#3 - That's your third time, isn't it?

Stank - Huh...? Oh yeah. Yeah. My third time winning the award sure. Hopefully I can duplicate that feat by winning my third World Championship tonight.

SFJ#3 - You ever get nervous?

Stank - Not in the paralyzing sense no. But I do get pre-fight jitters if that is what you want to call it. It's just heavy anticipation. Yo is all of this going on the DVD?

SFJ#3 - I'm sure they'll edit out what they don't want.

Stank - Actually I'd like to say something that I'm sure Kayfabe is not going to like.... but I want to talk about Spin Hansen. He's been on my mind lately since before his induction into the Hall of Fame. I've only gotten to address Spin in character but right now I want to talk as Lucas Mann.

SFJ#3 - Sure go ahead.

*Stank sits silently for a moment, suddenly at a loss for words.*

SFJ#3 - Take your time.

Stank - No... no I just... you know nothing made me happier than to see Spin get inducted the other night. There was no one else like him. When Lock and I discussed turning Drink & Destroy into a faction we had a list of names and Lock insisted that we take a look at this kid Spin Hansen... I wasn't convinced at first but Lock was adamant that he join. So we brought him in and man did he ever change my mind about his potential. Spin not only proved himself a capable stablemate... he...

SFJ#3 -

Stank - ... .... he was... he was a good friend. The guy could make you laugh at the dumbest shit. I remember this inside joke he used to tell Lock and I about how Wally (B. King) walks differently whenever Samantha Darling, now Moreland, was within eyesight. He used to mock that walk and had me rolling... That whole problem he had with bacon...? That shit was legit. He was so funny. *sigh* In a lot ways... during those days with Drink & Destroy, Spin was closer to me than anyone. He was loyal and he was steadfast in his belief in Drink & Destroy.

When I first approached him about the angle we were going to run where I left Drink & Destroy to become one of The Five... he was heartbroken. I had to assure him it was the right thing for us to do. I had done all I could with Drink & Destroy and I told him that NOW was the time for him to shine as it's new leader. Outback and I sat him down and discussed it and Kayfabe I see you over there. Just keep your distance. I want to say this.

*Kayfabe who had been peeking around the corner retreats for the time being.*

Stank - As I was saying... Outback and I sat Spin down and assured him this was going to work. That he was more than capable of being the new leader of Drink & Destroy. He eventually believed it himself... actually it didn't take too much convincing. I don't want to portray him like he didn't think he could he do it. He just wasn't sure about how Drink & Destroy's identity was tied into me and that without me if it could survive... if it could even still be called Drink & Destroy. I told him it would be fine and boy did he ever prove that right. Drink & Destroy survives today because of him. Spin brought a lot of good ideas to the table that kept that stable relevant, chief among them the acquisition of Danny Taylor and Victor Dinero. I'm proud of Spin's legacy. I'm proud of all he achieved in the OOWF.

*Stank sits silently reflecting on what else he wants to say.*

Stank - During Spin's last run in the OOWF, Moose and I were doing a match with him that got out of hand. Spin ended up getting seriously injured. I went to see him later and...

SFJ#3 -

Stank - *sigh* He told me not to worry about it. He would be okay... and if this was a career ending injury... so be it. He wouldn't trade his time with Drink & Destroy with anything in the world...

*Stank sits and looks solemn for several seconds.*

Stank - ...with anything accept running a successful avocado farm. HA! HA! HA!

SFJ#3 - Really?

Stank - Yeah... The last thing he told me was how excited he was that he had actually bought an avocado farm out in California. I remember that conversation being full of... laughter mostly.... *sigh* months later and he's gone... When I think of Spin I choose to hold onto good memories which is easy... because just about all my memeories of Spin Freaking Hansen are good ones. Rest in peace my friend.

*Stank wipes the back of his hand at his left eye.*

Stank - That's it. Back to Stank mode.

SFJ#3 - Thanks for sharing that.

Stank - Yup.

SFJ#3 - Good luck tonight.

Stank - Luck will have little to do with what happens tonight... Don't believe me? Pay attention.

Fade

[BookerShark]

OOWF Hell On Earth 7
Live! From Dayton, Ohio

Russ: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Hell on Earth 7 Live! From Dayton, Ohio! I am as always joined by Razz and Nash. Gentlemen, we have one hell of a show tonight!
Razz: You got that right Russ, it is OFF THA CHARTS!
Nash: We have been building to this night all year long Russ, this is where feuds are ended and legends are born.
Russ: This is the grand stage of wrestling, and for some, it is old hat, they have been there before, but for a few men, tonight is their first taste of the big time, how do you deal with that?
Razz: Nerves will kill you before your first big show. I remember the first time I was on a big show, I couldn’t stop pacing. You go over things a million times in your mind, you want to win, you cram everything you can remember about your opponent into your brain and hope for the best.
Nash: It’s all about thinking you belong there. Sure it is a little overwhelming if you stop to think about it, so don’t think. Act like you have been there before and you will be fine.
Russ: The reason I bring this up is our first match features the up and coming tag team of JW Westgaard and Honcho Williams. They are facing and unknown opponent. Westgaard has been here before, he is a veteran of many wars with wCw, but his partner, Honcho Williams, this is his first time, is that a lot to expect from a kid?
Nash: As a veteran you have to go out there and take the lead. A rookie should be able to follow by example. Honcho seems to have his head screwed on right, I am sure he is a little intimidated, but once the bell rings, you forget about the event and you are focused solely on the match.
Razz: Honcho has some time in the OOWF already, having unknown opponents is a little nerve wracking, but I am sure he will be fine. Like Nash said, you follow the veterans lead. Honcho will be fine.
Russ: With that said, let’s go to the ring for our first match!

HONCHO WILLIAMS vs. JW WESTGAARD

JW Westgaard and Honcho Williams make their way to the ring and wait for their opponents, but nothing happens. After a few moments, JW calls for a mic and looks at Honcho.

You know Honcho, I agreed to team with you because I saw a rookie who was eager to learn, and could more than handle himself in the ring. Since we have been teaming, you have done nothing to change my mind. I went to GM Selena and asked her for this match, and I also asked her to keep it a secret. See Honcho, I have teamed with you, but there is more, there is a big difference between teaming with someone and facing someone. What I want to see, tonight, is if you are really the wrestler I think you are, the wrestler that can take Westgaard and Williams to the top of the OOWF tag team ranks.

Honcho nods and the referee calls for the bell and this match is underway. The two men circle and lock up, Honcho grabs an arm wringer and snaps Westgaard’s arm, dropping him to one knee, but he pops right back up and catches Honcho with a forearm to the side of the head. JWW grabs Honcho and whips him to the ropes and catches him with a big back body drop on the rebound. As Honcho gets to his feet, JWW charges in and takes him to the mat with a clothesline, falls on him for the pin, but Honcho kicks out at two.

Westgaard pulls Honcho to his feet and sends him into the corner and charges in for a clothesline, but Honcho gets a boot up catching him on the jaw. Westgaard staggers out of the corner and Honcho grabs him from behind and PLANTS him with a bridging German suplex for a two count. Honcho pulls JWW up and shoves him to the corner and lights him up with chops, then whips him to the ropes. On the rebound, JWW tries a clothesline, but Honcho ducks it, as JWW hits the opposite ropes, Honcho sets for a SUPERKICK, but JWW holds onto the ropes. Honcho charges but JWW backdrops him over the top rope. Honcho lands on the top rope, and when Westgaard turns around, Honcho grabs him and tries to suplex him out of the ring, but JWW blocks it and reverses it, but Honcho slips over his shoulders, lands on his feet and POPS Westgaard with the THUNDERBOLT! Westgaard falls between the ropes to the floor. Honcho backs off and lets the referee count.

Westgaard staggers to his feet and makes it back into the ring at nine. Honcho connects with a drop kick to the jaw that sends Westgaard into the corner. Honcho charges in and tries a monkey flip, but JWW holds onto the ropes and Honcho lands hard on the back of his head. As he gets to one knee, JWW charges out of the corner and NAILS him with a running knee to the side of the head. Honcho falls to the mat, and JWW drives several knees into the side of his head and back of his neck, then sets Honcho up in a CAMEL CLUTCH trying for a submission win.

Honcho fights the move and eventually gets to his feet and falls backward breaking the hold. Westgaard is up first though, and he waits for Honcho to get to his feet, then BLASTS him with the CROSSCHECK! Honcho slams into the corner, and as he staggers out, JWW kicks him in the gut and sets him up for the ICE AUGER, but Honcho back drops out of it. Westgaard gets to his feet and Honcho grabs him and sends him to the ropes, but lowers his head a moment too soon and JWW catches him with a kick to the jaw that stands him up, Westgaard spins and nearly decapitates Honcho with a bolo clothesline!

Westgaard is feeling it and heads to the corner to climb the ropes. As he gets to the top, Honcho gets to his feet and charges into the corner and nails a drop kick on Westgaard’s foot, knocking it from the ropes. Normally, that would crotch a wrestler on the top, but Westgaard’s right foot slipped to the left side of the turnbuckle as he fell, causing him to slam into the top turnbuckle and fall. As he fell out of the ring, the back of Westgaard’s head SLAMS into the steel ring steps, very likely knocking him cold, after bouncing off the stairs, Westgaard’s head slams into the cement floor. He is down and not moving at all.

Honcho starts to go out after him, but the referee senses something is wrong and goes out to check on him. Westgaard is unresponsive, and the ref immediately throws up the dreaded “X” and stops the match, giving Honcho Williams the win by count out.
WINNER in 10:52 by count out – Honcho Williams

Honcho leaves the ring to check on his partner, who is still out cold. Medics rush to ringside and work on him, and after a few minutes, we see Westgaard moving. The camera pans in and we see Westgaard sitting up, glassy eyed, clearly with NO idea where he is at all. We hear the medics say something about the preliminary diagnosis being at least a moderate concussion, but more tests would be needed. They help him to his feet, and Honcho puts his arm around his shoulder and helps him to the back. The crowd gives him a standing ovation, but he has no idea what is going on.

Russ: Folks, we will have an update on JW Westgaard as soon as possible. You hate to see something like that happen in a match
Razz: Yeah, he nailed his head pretty hard on the stairs and floor, you have to hope for the best, but I have seen that look before, I would be stunned if Westgaard didn’t just sufferer a concussion out here.
Nash: You also have to wonder what this is going to do to Honcho, he just put his partner on the shelf.
Russ: You can’t be saying this was intentional!
Nash: No, not at all, why would he intentionally injure his meal ticket? But, what is this going to do to his psyche? This kind of thing can mess a kid up pretty badly.
Razz: Speaking of intentionally injuring someone, our next match features Moosehead Jack in the unlikeliest match I think I have ever seen him in
Russ: Several months ago Moose let it be known that he was going to go after the Onslaught title, to be perfectly honest, I thought that would last a week or so, but here we are, and Moose has a chance to earn a title shot tonight
Razz: I am not entirely sure I understand it, it seems like Moose has something to prove to…….someone? To Him? Whoever He is.
Nash: See that’s the thing, no one thought he could do it. Everyone assumes that Moose couldn’t survive in that environment, and when you hear that enough, it starts to get to you. For a long time people told me I couldn’t work a lucha style, so, I proved them wrong.
Razz: You. You proved them wrong by working a Lucha style.
Nash: Yes
Razz: Really
Nash: Really
Razz: Where did this happen?
Nash: Mexico
Razz: You were in Mexico
Nash: Yes. You don’t remember También Dulce Atractivo Grande. And, I just might be the second Sin Cara
Razz: No you’re not, and no one remembers that other guy.
Nash: I could be
Razz: No, you couldn’t
Russ: Gentlemen, let’s not forget the second man in this match, Psykle. He has made great strides since coming to the OOWF, he has learned to control his anger and harness that into being a pretty sound technical wrestler
Razz: Psykle was always the kind of guy that gave me nightmares. A man who is a beast in the ring, just huge, but also technically sound. That is a hard combination to deal with
Nash: Plus you came up to his knees
Razz: Did you just blow out a knee saying that?
Nash: Maybe
Russ: Let’s go to the ring

PSYKLE vs. MOOSEHEAD JACK – Onslaught Rules, Winner Gets an Onslaught Championship Title Shot Tonight

“Animal I Have Become” by Three Days Grace plays and Psykle comes out from the back, led by IQ. The crowd cheers for Psykle, but he doesn’t seem to notice, all his focus is on the ring. The two men get into the ring and IQ backs Psykle into the corner and gives him some last minute instructions while “Scarecrow” plays. Moosehead Jack comes out from the back and the boos rain down on him thunderously. Moose ignores the fans and smirks as he walks to the ring. Moose slides into the ring and slumps in the corner. The referee calls the two men into the middle of the ring, IQ leaves the ring as Psykle moves out of the corner to the center. Moose remains slumped in the corner, and only reluctantly gets up after the referee threatens to use one of his warnings. Moose moves to the middle of the ring and Psykle extends his hand, Moose smirks, sort of shakes his hand, then backs right back to the corner and flops to the mat, never taking his eyes off of Psykle. The referee calls for the bell and this one is underway!

Moose slowly gets to his feet and he and Psykle go nose to…..sternum. Psykle towers over Moose, but that doesn’t seem to faze Moose in the least. They finally lock up and Psykle pushes Moose into the corner, the referee calls for a clean break, and gets it from Psykle, but as Psykle is backing away from Moose, Moose lands a kick to his knee that rocks the big man. Moose immediately charges out of the corner and catches Psykle with a clothesline upside the head that staggers him further, then Moose bounds off the ropes and clips his knee, sending the big man to the mat. Moose pounces on Psykle’s leg and starts working on his knee and hamstring. Moose drops several knees across the inside of Psykle’s knee and threatens to break the big man’s leg. Psykle uses his free leg to club Moose on the head, breaking the hold.

Psykle gets to one knee and Moose gets to his feet and charges in, but Psykle stops him cold with a headbutt to the midsection. Psykle gets to his feet and grabs Moose by the head and slams him in the face with a headbutt that stagers him, then he sends Moose to the ropes, and on the rebound elevates him with a HUGE back body drop. As Moose hits the mat and grabs his back in pain, Psykle drops a leg across his chest and covers, but Moose kicks out at two. Psykle pulls Moose to his feet and slams him face first into the turnbuckle, as Moose staggers backward, Psykle lifts him and drives him to the mat with a belly to back suplex, dropping Moose right on the back of his head. Psykle covers again, but once again Moose kicks out at two.

Psykle pulls Moose to his feet and lifts him, then drops him across his leg in a pendulum backbreaker. He stretches Moose across his knee trying for the submission, but Moose refuses to give up. With no escape in sight, Moose reaches up and rakes Psykle’s eyes, drawing a warning from the referee Moosehead Jack has used his first referee warning. Psykle drops Moose and staggers around a bit, but he regains his composure just in time to catch a charging Moose with a THUNDEROUS SPINEBUSTER! The back of Moose’s head bounces off the mat, Psykle keeps hold of Moose’s legs and turns him over in a Boston Crab. Moose snarls in pain, but does not give up. The referee repeatedly asks him, and when Psykle leans back even further, Moose looks like he is about to tap. Instead, he manages to work his way to the ropes and get his hand on the bottom rope to force the break Moosehead Jack has used his first rope break.

Psykle breaks the hold and waits for Moose to struggle to his feet. As he does, Psykle charges at him and tries to clothesline him over the top rope to the floor, but Moose ducks it and low bridges Psykle, sending him over the top rope to the floor. Moose slides out of the ring and pulls Psykle to his feet, and HAMMERS him with forearms to the side of the head, then whips him into the steel stairs. Psykle slams into the stairs knee first and falls to the floor in obvious pain. Moose climbs to the top of the stairs and leaps, dropping a knee across Psykle’s leg. Moose struggles, but gets the big man up and rolls him back into the ring. Moose grabs Psykle’s leg and puts it on the bottom rope and drops a knee across his knee again, then traps him in a spinning toe hold, breaking and reapplying the hold several times trying to get the submission. Psykle howls in pain, but refuses to give in. Finally Moose leans in a little too close, and Psykle grabs him in an inside cradle for a quick two count. Moose kicks out and quickly gets to his feet and catches Psykle with a stiff kick right to the mouth. The move splits Psykle’s lip and blood drips onto the canvas. Psykle wipes the blood away and snarls, and gets to his feet. Moose grins and tells him to bring it on.

Psykle bull rushes Moose to the corner and hammers him across the chest with forearms. Moose staggers out of the corner, then motions for more. Psykle charges out of the corner and catches Moose with a big boot to the head that sends him to the mat. Psykle covers again, but Moose kicks out at two. Psykle pulls Moose to his feet and lifts him for a suplex, but Moose slips free, spins Psykle around, kicks him in the gut and PLANTS him with a DDT! Moose covers, but Psykle powers out at two. Moose gets to his feet and climbs the turnbuckle, stopping at the second rope. As Psykle gets to one knee, Moose leaps and drops an elbow on the back of his head, sending the big man back to the mat. Moose tries a cover again, but Psykle grabs him by the throat. A clearly pissed off Psykle gets to his feet, hooks Moose’s arm and CHOKESLAMS him straight to hell! Psykle covers, but Moose gets his foot on the bottom rope preventing the pin. Moosehead Jack has used his second rope break.

Psykle pulls Moose to his feet and lifts him in the air and rams him back first into the turnbuckle. Moose slumps to the mat and Psykle hammers him with a few well placed kicks. Psykle pulls Moose to his feet and sets him on the top rope, he tries to climb up after Moose for a superplex, but Moose nails him with several punches to the side of the head, then a headbutt that sends the big man staggering back. Moose sets and waits for Psykle to turn around, then tries a cross body block, but Psykle catches him in mid air! Psykle hefts Moose onto his shoulders and is about to drive him to the mat, when Moose hooks Psykles arm, then grabs it with his other hand. While still on his shoulders, Moose has Psykle in a COBRA CLUTCH! Psykle staggers a bit and Moose slips off his shoulders and has the big man bent backward trying to keep the hold on. Moose kicks the back of Psykle’s knees, dropping him to the mat, Moose falls forward and now it’s the JI-ENDO! Psykle struggles, but the big man is fading fast. He finally manages to reach out and grab the bottom rope, but the question is, does he know where he is at the moment? Psykle has used his first rope break

The referee announces that ten minutes have expired and five minutes remain in the match. Moose pulls Psykle up and tries a RANHEI, but Psykle is too big and easily elbows Moose in the face to escape. Psykle spins Moose around, kicks him in the gut, lifts him and DRIVES him to the mat with a POWERBOMB! Psykle covers, but SOMEHOW, Moose kicks out at two. Psykle pulls Moose to his feet and is about to send him to the ropes. Right then, Firewoman comes to ringside and says something to Razz and Russ. It is a very brief conversation, and Fire turns and heads to the back without even looking at the ring. Psykle notices her, and takes his attention off Moose, yelling at Fire, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE?” Moose charges and Psykle tries a clothesline, but Moose ducks the move, on the rebound Moose DRILLS Psykle with a BUISAKU KNEE to the face! A stunned Psykle falls to the mat, Moose grabs the stunned big man and pulls him to the middle of the ring, drops a knee across his face, then pounces on him and traps him in an ANACONDA CROSS! Psykle tries to work to the ropes, but Moose digs in, and leans back as hard as he can cutting off Psykle’s air. Psykle fights it as long as he can, but in the end, he can not escape and he is forced to submit!
WINNER in 14:14 – Moosehead Jack

Moose slowly gets to his feet as the fans boo mercilessly. He ignores them but remains in the ring. As Psykle regains his bearings and slowly stands up, Moose walks up to him and we have a tense moment of stare down. Moose begins laughing, then extends his hand. Psykle shakes it. Moose bails out of the ring and heads to the back, while Psykle and IQ remain in the ring. Psykle looks frustrated and annoyed, but IQ says something to him and Psykle immediately calms down and the two head to the back.

Russ: Moosehead Jack has earned the right to face either El Lobo Sangriento or J-P Sparxx tonight for a shot at the Onslaught championship. My ears can still not believe the words that came out of my mouth
Razz: Like him or hate him Russ, you have to admit it, Moose did it clean
Nash: Did he? What the hell was Firewoman doing out here for that?
Russ: She was updating us on Westgaard’s condition, he has suffered a Grade 3 concussion, he is out indefinitely.
Nash: Seems a little odd that she had to come out here to do that. During a match featuring her brother. Against a man who hates her. Awful convenient.
Russ: I don’t buy into your conspiracy theory Nash, she was relaying information to us.
Nash: Just seems funny, my head set works just fine. And what of Psykle? Fire manages to screw him over again.
Russ: Psykle already knows he is getting his title shot, he knows that he can cash in in October and face the champion. Tonight has no bearing on that.
Russ: But who will he be facing? Next up Lobo defends his title against Sparxx, this should be one hell of a match!
Nash: What both men have to do here is try to end it quick. You already know you are going to be facing Moose, you don’t want to have a fifteen minute match here. Get in there, end it fast, and rest before the second match
Razz: I gotta say, I like Sparxx new attitude since he signed up with Evans. He is one of the up and coming stars in the OOWF, he deserves his shot now, not when the old guys want to let him have one. Lobo is the same way even if he is too stubborn to admit it
Russ: There is still something to be said for doing things the proper way, how bout you EARN your shots? What is it with the new generation wanting to have things handed to them?
Nash: You sound like and old man Russ, kids today they don’t have the patience of old, they want it now, and they are not going to wait for the old guard to step aside and give them their turn, they are going to take it
Razz: Wait, and YOU of all people support that?
Nash: What is that supposed to mean?
Russ: It means, let’s head to the ring

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

"Let it Rock" fires up as JP Sparxx and Jewel appear at the top of the ramp. They get some cheers for being a breath of fresh air as some of the "new blood" but since they've aligned themselves with Chris Evans, those cheers are less than they used to be. Sparxx holds the ropes open for Jewel as they get into the ring and pose to the four sides of the ring. "Joker and Thief" begins and El Lobo Sangriento appears, belt around his waist, and clearly he's the fan favorite. He slaps some high fives and slides under the ropes. He also poses for the four sides of the ring, and then hands the belt off to Falls River's own Angelo Barros. He shows the belt to Sparxx, who nods. Barros raises the belt to the crowd, as Jewel gives Sparxx a kiss for luck as she leaves the ring. Barros hands the belt off out of the ring, and signals for the handshake. Sparxx and Lobo shake hands and we get the bell as fifteen minutes appear on the clock.

Opening lock up with it usual exchange of arm drags, wristlocks, and the like. The pacing goes back and forth like that for the first few minutes as neither man wants to give his opponent the advantage here. Lobo gets the first bit of consistent offense though as he leaps out of an arm drag into the ropes and flies off with a clothesline, knocking Sparxx down. Sparxx kips up with just enough time to have Lobo fly out of the far rope with another clothesline. Down goes Sparxx, with another kip up and Lobo tries to repeat again, but third time is a charm for Sparxx, who grabs Lobo around the waist and gets him over with a suplex. He goes for quick cover, but that's not going to happen so soon, and Sparxx easily gets both his shoulders, indeed his entire upper body up as he pushes Lobo off him.

After both men get to their feet, Sparxx wastes no time and pounces, kicking Lobo in the gut. He gets him up on his shoulders, torture rack position and stretches him out. Lobo struggles to get free, but Sparxx begins to jump up and down, jarring Lobo a lot. Finally, he spins him around his neck, almost, and slams him to the mat, hooking the leg for a two count. Lobo is slow to get up from this one, though. He goes to the corner and pulls himself up, but Sparxx follows him. Sparxx whips him across the ring, and then backs up to fly in for a clothesline, but Lobo ducks and Sparxx eats turnbuckle. He bounces out of that in time to turn around into a flying elbow from Lobo, that knocks him out of the ring and onto the floor. Jewel goes to see how he is but Barros reminds her to get away. Sparxx is winded, but still gets to his feet, just in time to see Lobo FLY through the ropes. Both men are on the floor now, as Barros begins to count, which remember in an Onslaught match is a 20 count. They get to about eight when Lobo gets up and then "helps" Sparxx to his feet and into the ring. Sparxx gets to his feet as Lobo tries to grab him from behind, where he stands outside the ropes on the apron, but Sparxx turns around quickly and knocks Lobo off the apron with a big kick. Barros starts the count again. Now it's Sparxx's turn to fly, and he does, using the far ropes to propel himself with a big flip over the top rope and onto a newly standing Lobo. The crowd busts out a holy shit as Barros thinks for a minute, and then just starts again at one.

Both men take their sweet ol' time, but Sparxx is in the ring first. Lobo climbs up the outside of the rope and Sparxx meets him. They get each other in the suplex position, but neither one will budge, so Lobo loses it a little and starts punching Sparxx in the ribs. It's a closed fist, and that's enough for Lobo to be given his first warning. It's enough to loosen Sparxx's grip though, and Lobo is able to lift him up for a backward slam...CLEAR DOWN TO THE FLOOR! It's another Holy Shit moment, and the fans are going wild. Barros is once again counting to twenty, after he leaps to the floor to make sure they're still alive. They are, so we go on, and we've got five minutes left, folks.

They might be alive, but they're both sucking wind as they crawl into the ring in different corners. Sparxx tries to keep Lobo from getting very far, but Lobo kicks him in the face, sending him backward. Sparxx rolls into the ring and Lobo is on his knees still, but makes the international sign for "Bring it." Sparxx does but before he gets far, Lobo lights his chest up with a few chops...but Sparxx fights back with some chops of his own. Lobo lets fire with a punch to the face and Lobo has used his second warning. Sparxx is apparently sick of THAT and fires back with a punch of his own. Sparxx has used his first warning. Sparxx listens and follows up with a forearm that sends Lobo into the ropes. He rocks out and gets another forearm. He rocks out again, but this time Lobo is ready and grabs the arm, and dropping down, rolling Sparxx up into a small package. One..two...NO! Lobo goes on the attack again with a closed fist and Lobo has drawn his third and final warning. He picks up Sparxx for the power slam but Sparxx REVERSES! SPARXX REVERSES! He rolls Lobo up into a cradle...one...two...NO!!!!

The crowd can't believe it....Sparxx can't believe it....Jewel can't believe it! The two men slowly get to their feet, and as they do, Sparxx tries for a standing drop kick, but Lobo sees him and dodges it at the last minute. Roll up by Lobo and one...two...NO!!!! Sparxx kicks out and flips over, pinning Lobo, one..two...NO! They get to their feet and Lobo runs in for a clothesline. Sparxx dodges it into a handstand against the ropes, and flips out with a back elbow, but Lobo catches him for a modified belly to back suplex. Both men seem to have found their second wind, with three minutes to go, and Sparxx hits a spinning clothesline that knocks Lobo down, but Sparxx over rotates and falls as well, the earlier power moves catching up to both men. Sparxx is up first and takes advantage to pin Lobo, but Lobo kicks out. Both men are slowing things down now, after that flurry of activity. Lobo grabs Sparxx's hand, and whips him into the corner. He follows him in but Sparxx ducks under the ropes, as Lobo's face meets the turnbuckle and he bounces out. Sparxx goes up top...The clock appears on the OOWF-tron, counting down the minutes....14:50....14:51.....Sparxx flies with a cross body, and Lobo catches him...Sparxx rolls through and suddenly, Lobo is able to roll up Sparxx again!! Jewel jumps to the apron yelling...14:55...one...14:56.....two.....14:57....THREE!
WINNER in 14:57 – El Lobo Sangreinto

Russ: It will be El Lobo Sangriento vs. Moosehead Jack later in the show. That should be one heck of a match!
Nash: It should, but Lobo wasted too much time with Sparxx, he has to be hurting. He should have just put him away quick, and if he couldn’t do that, he should have faked an injury to get out of the match
Razz: Seriously? You can see Lobo doing that?
Nash: Well, no, but that is what I would have done
Russ: Sparxx showed he belongs in the title mix in this match, he gave Lobo everything he could handle and then some.
Nash: And I am sure he will not be a bit happy to have the old guard Moosehead Jack getting the title match instead of him
Russ: Be that as it may, it is what it is, and Lobo will defend against Moose, thought I am sure Sparxx will have something to say about it. But, now we move to someone even more demented than Moose, if that is even possible, Ecosystem faces a returning Alexis Darling in what should be a great match
Nash: I think Alexis is making one hell of a mistake here, Ecosystem, in this state of mind, is NOT the guy you want to make your return to the ring against. Very bad idea.
Razz: Well Alexis can handle herself in the ring there, I think when you come back, you just have to jump in with both feet, no reason to pussyfoot around, just go for it.
Nash: Well, there IS a reason, if you are against getting your neck broken, or your ankle shattered, HE SHATTERED HIS SISTERS ANKLE! That should be a huge red flag right there
Russ: Eco is very unstable at the moment, but I have to think the Darlings are used to dealing with that. There is only one way to find out what will happen, let’s go to the ring

ECOSYSTEM vs. ALEXIS DARLING

Up next is a pretty intriguing match. Ecosystem has been making noise, looking for a challenger – and of all people, the IWA-MS Women's and Tag Team Champion Alexis Darling has answered the call. She's out first, and the Dayton crowd responds strongly to her, giving her a monster ovation. She seems to be feeding off of it, and looks pretty amped up for this one. She's going to need it, as OOWF Founder Ecosystem makes his way to the ramp. As you can imagine, he gets a ton of boos; but Ecosystem seems to relish them. He waves to the booing, hating crowd as he makes his way down; enraging them even more. This is pretty much exactly what Eco seems to want, so he's got a pretty big smile on his face as he climbs into the ring. Junior “I forgot this guy was a ref” Hale looks at both combatants and calls for the bell......WE'RE UNDERWAY!

Ecosystem, now smirking, makes his way to the middle of the ring. He mockingly holds his hand out, looking for a handshake. Alexis acts like she's going to shake it, and then hits a Wheel Kick to the face. That sends Eco flying backward. Alexis tries to press her advantage with some good ol' fashioned stomping, followed by an elbow drop to the throat. She covers, and that gets 2, before Eco kicks out and bails to the floor. He's trying to shake out the cobwebs, but Alexis isn't having any of this delaying stuff; and hits the far ropes. Just before she's about to jump to the floor, she hits the top rope, nailing Eco with a Springboard 450 Splash to the outside! Alexis is pretty psyched after that, as she rolls immediately to her feet. Eco is out, flat on his back! Alexis, again with no hesitation, one-hops from the floor to the apron, and then lands a flush Asai Moonsault. Eco is probably dead! Alexis bundles into the ring and implores Hale to count. He obliges.

Eco starts stirring at 7, and Alexis wants to fly again; but Hale stops her for some reason – you know, because faces are contractually obligated to be stopped for no reason by referees. Eco dives into the ring just before 9, and is immediately treated to a knee drop to the back of the head. Eco isn't really with us on Earth right now, so Alexis takes this opportunity to pull him to the corner and sit him on the top turnbuckle. She backs off to the other side of the ring before sprinting over and drilling him with a Top Rope Running Enziguri. It's pretty clear that Eco is unconscious now. He's got the glassy-eyed look and everything. Alexis does the Shelton Benjamin “one-hop to the top turnbuckle” thing, grabs Eco, and hits a Flux Capacitor! Alexis scrambles to her feet as the crowd goes nuts! She rushes out to the apron, and looks for the dagger, a Slingshot 450 Splash, but Eco gets a boot up! Alexis crashes to the mat, and it looks like she's completely unconscious! How in the hell is that possible? Eco sits up, and shakes the cobwebs out, as Hale checks on Alexis. He can tell something's fishy, and confronts Eco about it. Eco tries to threaten Hale, but Hale is undeterred and demands to check his boot. Eco says no, until Hale threatens disqualification. Eco acquiesces, and takes off his boot. He hands it to Hale, who is clearly taken by surprise as he nearly drops it due to its weight. It's a loaded boot! Hale immediately calls for the bell!
WINNER in 18:21 by DISQUALIFICATION...Alexis Darling!

Eco quickly grabs the boot back, and promptly bashes Hale in the face with it. Hale's dead. Eco rolls to the outside to a loud chorus of boos, and grabs chair after chair and tosses them into the ring. Probably five or six altogether. Alexis still hasn't moved. Eco places one chair under Alexis' head, and another around her ankle! Someone's got to stop this! A sick smile appears on Eco's face, as he grabs another chair. He raises it over his head....Con-Chair-To on Alexis! Much more booing. Eco raises the chair over his head, laughing like crazy now.

He's about to bring it back down, when the crowd pops HUGE! It's Mai Muyo, limping her way down the ramp, hard cast around the ankle. Eco blasts Alexis with another Con-Chair-To, apparently unaware as to what's going on around him. He raises the chair for a third, but Mai is able to grab the chair out of his hands. She appears to be both yelling and pleading with Eco, who appears CONFLICTED~! Eco hears what Mai has to say, and then kicks Mai in the cast with his loaded boot! Mai hits the mat, and is unprotected as Eco hits her over the head with the chair. He then places another chair under Mai's head, and grabs himself another chair to hold. He won't...He will! It's a Double Con-Chair-To! Jesus H. Christ on a Cracker...will no one stop this maniac? “Pull Me Under” hits and Davin comes SPRINTING~! down to the ring, Trusty Rebar in hand! Crowd loves this as Davin comes down to save his tag partner. Eco turns around this time; apparently not expecting any further resistance. He turns and swings wildly with the chair, and Davin is able to duck it! Before Eco can turn around, Davin blasts him in the back of the head with Trusty Rebar! Eco drops the chair and looks out on his feet!

It looks like Davin's going to hit a Really Good Diamond Cutter, but instead looks at the chair on the mat, and instead gets a really angry look on his face. He locks Eco in, and he's gonna go for a Hellevator! “Scarecrow” hits, and the crowd boos Moosehead Jack as he lopes out to the ramp and down to the ring. Davin, with Eco still locked in, signals for Moose to join him in the ring. Moose is smirking, and acts like he's going to climb in, but begs off, backs off, and just looks at Davin from the floor. Davin points at Moose, and then KILLS~! Eco with a Hellevator right on the chair! Davin then drops to his knees, BEGGING for Moose to come in the ring, chirping at him the whole time. The word “pussy” may or may not have been used several times in this exchange. Something clicks in Moose's head it appears, and he starts laughing to himself before climbing into the ring. Davin smiles and waves him in, pointing to his chin, daring Moose to hit him. The crowd has absolutely lost their shit at this point, and Moose and Davin are nose-to-chest, shit-talking each other. Suddenly there's another Huge Pop as the World Champion, Alexander Darling makes his way down the ramp. Neither Moose nor Davin notice, and then Moose smashes Davin with a vicious SLAP OF DISRESPECT! Davin rubs his face and smiles, and looks to return the favor, but as he turns around, Alex obliterates Moose with the Sledgehammer! Alex runs over to check on his twin, who hasn't moved in several minutes, but seems to be coming around. At the same time, Davin checks on Mai, who also seems to be coming around, but she's not walking out of the ring. Davin waves to the back, and a stretcher appears and makes their way down. Davin walks over to the Incest Twins, and checks on Alexis to make sure she's ok, before SHOVING~! Alex away from her. Alex is stunned, but he's certainly not going to take this from Davin. They've got a match tonight. Alex shoves back – and now the crowd pops for this as a Hockey Fight ensues. They go to a draw before Alexis and Mai are able to pull them apart.

After they leave, Ecosystem gets to his feet and staggers a bit, Moose gets to his feet as well, wiping a little bit of blood from a cut on his head from the sledgehammer. The two of them stare at one another, Eco snarls, but Moose just smirks and backs to the ropes and bails out of the ring and heads to the back.

Russ: ECOSYSTEM SHOULD BE BANNED FROM WRESTLING FOR LIFE! There is NO call for that! That man has nothing on his mind but destruction! Why would he do that? And to attack his own sister, AGAIN! REPREHENSIBLE!
Razz: Well, he could very well be looking at a suspension, he DID hit the referee
Nash: He owns the company, who exactly is going to suspend him?
Russ: There has to be something someone can do! This man is a menace!
Razz: Well then Russ, YOU go tell him that
Russ: No thank you
Nash: Look, this is a violent sport, sometimes things happen in the heat of the moment. Why, one time, I was standing there innocently minding my own business when Rey Mysterio Jr. came flying at me, missed and slammed right into the side of a trailer.
Razz: That is not how I remember it
Nash: Totally how it happened
Russ: We should move on to our next match. Drink and Destroy put their legacy on the line against Regicide in a Last team standing match. The losing team is forced to disband and never team again, who is under the most pressure here?
Razz: It has to be Drink and Destroy, no doubt about it. Like DVD has said, this is Drink and Destroys chance at redemption. Last year at Hell on Earth, they lost to Moosehead Jack and Stank in one of the most brutal matches I have ever seen. If the lose here, maybe they shouldn’t be a team anyway
Nash: You got it all wrong Razz, this is not about Drink and Destroy, they are not the REAL Drink and Destroy anyway, that team died when Stank and Capslock stopped teaming. This is all about LD Williams. Whatever LD has done in his OOWF career, he has found success. Whether it was teaming with Moose, Canadian Dragon, Outback Jack, it didn’t matter, the man won the tag team titles. If he fails with Tytan, it is a black mark on HIM. He won’t let that happen.
Russ: These two teams are very evenly matched, but there has been lingering concerns over Tytan’s knee. It has not been 100% for over a month now. I have heard whispers that there is something torn and he is just fighting through it to get to this match
Razz: That takes some balls if that is true
Nash: That takes some stupidity if that is true. You go out there less than 100% against Danny and Jack, and you are going to lose. I guarantee it.
Russ: And with that, let’s go to the ring

DRINK & DESTROY vs. REGICIDE – Last Team Standing, Losing Team Disbands

Regicide steps onto the stage, and the crowd reacts with silence that slowly builds to boos as they walk down the aisle. Tytan and L.D. Williams ignore the reaction entirely, climbing into the ring and warming up. The crowd draws its breath in anticipation, and explodes as Drink and Destroy appear at the top of the stands. Outback Jack and Dynamite Danny Taylor make their way through the wildly cheering fans, but seem to barely notice them, looking just as focused as their opponents. Dashing Victor Deniro meets D&D at ringside, but does not offer them advice, and simply offers handshakes before they climb into the ring.

The four men meet in the center of the ring, and referee Angelo Barros (joined tonight by Junior Hale as well) gives them their instructions. Not breaking the staredown, Regicide each extend a fist. D&D bump them, the four men exchange nods, and Barros calls for the bell. As soon as it rings Williams throws a punch, but Jack sidesteps it and buries a fist of his own in Williams’ midsection. He sends Williams him hard into the corner and follows, but Williams dodges. Jack slams into the turnbuckles, and Williams drops him with a reverse neck breaker. Williams flips Jack over and tries for the crippler crossface, but Jack slides under the ropes to the floor.

Meanwhile, Tytan and Danny lock up, and Tytan backs his opponent into the corner. Tytan hits a forehand chop, and Danny responds with a backhand chop of his own. The exchange continues until Tytan goes to the eyes. He lifts Taylor onto the top turnbuckle, but Danny grabs his head and slams him with a head butt. Tytan staggers back, and Taylor levels him with a clothesline from the second rope. He pounces on Tytan and muscles him over with a gut-wrench suplex. He sits Tytan up and hammers him with a series of cross faces, and then pulls him to his feet. He knocks Tytan off-balance with a European uppercut and grabs him for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Tytan blocks it and breaks his grip. He knocks Taylor back with a forearm and plants him with an STO. Tytan goes to the corner and removes the covering from the top turnbuckle. His attention is distracted for a moment by a crash as Williams dodges a spear and Jack slams into the ringside railing, and when he turns back to Taylor he eats a haymaker. Danny hits an Irish whip, but Tytan reverses it and takes them both over the ropes to the floor with a clothesline.

Williams kicks Jack in the head as he gets up, and then slams his head into the railing. He shoves Jack over the railing into the crowd and climbs after him. Williams clears an area and tries to whip Jack into the railing from this side, but Jack puts on the brakes and reverses, sending Williams crashing into a field of chairs. Williams struggles to get up, and Jack grabs a handy chair and raises it over his head. Williams rolls over at the last minute and blocks it with a chair of his own. He kicks Jack low, staggering him, and gets to his knees and swings a chair up into Jack’s face. Jack falls back, into the crowd, as blood starts to flow. A couple of fans attempt to get in Williams’ way, but he shrugs them off and drags Jack to his feet. He scoops Jack up and slams him onto a row of chairs, and then gets a running start and drives an elbow into his throat. Williams hauls Jack up and tries for a suplex, but Jack blocks and reverses, dropping Williams face-first onto a row of chairs. Junior counts, but Williams is up at three.

Tytan and Taylor are brawling at ringside, and Taylor gets the better of the exchange. He tries to drag Tytan back to the ring, but Tytan shoves him off. Tytan grabs a chair and hurls it at his opponent, and charges after it. Danny knocks the chair aside and barely has time to set himself, but catches Tytan at a full sprint and drills him into the concrete with a spine buster. Barros counts, but Tytan makes it to his feet at six. Taylor again attempts to drag him back to the ring, but Tytan shoves him into the ring post. He charges after him for a carbon footprint, but Taylor dodges and he kicks the post. Before Tytan falls, Taylor rises up and throws Tytan over the ring steps with a suplex. Taylor climbs onto the apron, gets a running start, and drives an elbow into Tytan’s chest.

Williams and Jack are still brawling in the crowd. They batter each other back toward the ring. Williams buries a knee in Jack’s gut and pitches him over the railing. He waits for Jack to get up and jumps to the top of the railing, but when he tries for the Canadian Destroyer Jack grabs his legs and reverses the momentum, driving William’s skull into the steel. Junior checks if Williams is still alive, and then counts as blood begins to pool under Williams’ skull. Williams finally staggers to his feet at eight. Jack approaches him, but Tytan reverses a whip by Taylor and sends him at his partner. It backfires, however, as Jack moves out of the way and Taylor slams into Williams. Jack turns toward Tytan, just in time to eat a big boot to the face. Tytan pulls Taylor off of Williams and pitches him into the apron, and starts hammering on him with forearms. Jack grabs Tytan from behind and pins his arms, and Taylor blasts him in the face with a forearm. D&D each wind an arm, drive twin fists into Tytan’s midsection, and spike him with a tandem DDT. Barros counts. At four, Williams slams into D&D from behind with a double clothesline and drags his partner to his feet to break the count.

Jack roars to his feet and tackles Williams, driving him into the ring steps. Their combined impact sends the stairs flying and covers them with a shocking amount of blood. Junior checks them for a count, but both men are already getting up. Taylor, meanwhile, tosses Tytan with a belly-to-belly suplex. He moves in, but Tytan catches him with a boot to the jaw. Tytan staggers to his feet, hauls Taylor up with a gut-wrench, and slams him stomach-first onto the railing. He climbs laboriously onto the railing and drops onto Taylor with a leg drop, knocking him back to ringside. Tytan grabs the railing and starts hauling on it, finally detaching a section of it. He drags Taylor to his feet and slams him in the aisle. Tytan drags the guardrail over, lifts it high and tries to drive it into Danny’s throat, but he rolls out of the way just in time.

Tytan staggers as the railing slams into the concrete, and Taylor gets up behind him and kills him with a release German suplex. Barros starts to count, but Danny doesn’t wait to see what happens and heads over to help his partner. D&D stuff Williams back into the ring. They send him to the ropes and level him with a double clothesline. As Junior counts, Tytan makes it back to ringside and hauls himself onto the apron. Danny whips Jack across the ring and he dives full speed through the ropes, slamming into Tytan with a shoulder. The impact drives Tytan off the apron, and they fly into the aisle. Tytan’s back slams into the section of railing he tried to murder Danny with, and the air explodes out of his lungs. Jack manages to roll aside after the impact, landing dazed in a heap, while the momentum causes the railing to tumble, with Tytan caught up with it - causing his spine to bend in ways it was never meant to. He ends up face down in the aisle, with the railing lying on his upper back. Junior counts, but Tytan isn’t moving. EMTs and security are already flooding out of the back before the bell rings.

**Tytan has been eliminated.**

The EMTs gently roll Tytan over onto a backboard and strap him down. They lift him onto a stretcher and the crowd stares in silence as he’s rolled to the back.

Inside the ring, the action stops for a moment as they watch Tytan being attended to. Williams turns back to Taylor with murder in his eyes. He lunges, and Taylor greets him with a straight right hand. He follows up with a series of forearms as Jack drags himself back into the ring. Taylor goes for an Irish whip, but Williams reverses it. Danny hits the exposed turnbuckle hard, with Williams a step behind him. Danny drops to the mat and rolls to the floor. Williams puts his hands out just in time to stop his momentum. Jack goes for a high knee to the back, but Williams senses it coming and drops out of the way. Jack slams knee first into the steel. He lands hard and Williams pounces, tying him into the STF.

Jack struggles in the move, but Williams has it cinched in. Taylor slides back into the ring and breaks it up with an elbow. He drags Williams up and grabs him for an arm trap suplex, but Williams slams him with a head butt. He drives a knee into Taylor’s stomach and plants him with a DDT. Williams turns and grabs Jack as he approaches and runs him face first into the exposed turnbuckle, increasing the blood pouring down his face. Williams drags Jack onto the top turnbuckle and tries to climb up after him, but Taylor hammers him in the back and drags him back down. Taylor sends Williams to the ropes and kills him with a spine buster. Barros counts, but Williams makes it back to his feet at six. Jack, meanwhile, climbs down off the turnbuckles to the apron. Taylor grabs Williams, who falls back, pitching Taylor forward and causing him to knock Jack off the apron. Taylor stumbles back, and Williams sweeps his legs. Williams grabs Taylor’s legs and levers him head-first into the exposed turnbuckle. Now Taylor is pouring blood as well. Barros counts, but Taylor is back up at five. Williams moves in for the Canadian Destroyer, but Taylor back drops out of it, slamming Williams into the exposed turnbuckle. Again, Williams makes it to his feet just in time.

Taylor staggers Williams with a series of European uppercuts and goes for the Dynamite drop, but Williams breaks free, Taylor staggers back a step, and then launches himself forward, driving Williams into the corner with a clothesline. Taylor moves in, but Williams kicks him away. Williams climbs onto the top turnbuckle and leaps toward Outback Jack as he gets back onto the apron. He tries for the Canadian Destroyer, but Taylor grabs Jack’s arms, slowing the rotation. Jack falls, but turns it into a senton splash, driving Williams into the concrete. Junior is there and makes the count.

One
Two
Three
Four
Five…Jack makes it to his feet and rolls into the ring.
Six
Seven
Eight…Williams makes it to his knees.
Nine
T - Williams lunges to his feet just in time!

Williams rolls into the ring and staggers to his feet. Jack steps forward and they lock up. He slips behind Williams, pinning his arms to open him up for a dropkick from Taylor. Williams staggers, and Jack goes to the ropes behind him - Boomerang! The blow knocks Williams forward into Taylor, who PLANTS him with the Dynamite Drop. Barros counts, and Williams stirs at nine, but can’t beat the count.
WINNERS, in 38:42, Drink and Destroy.

After the match: DVD joins D&D in the ring, handing each man a beer. As they celebrate, Williams pulls himself to his feet behind them. Sensing the moment, Vic tosses a beer to Williams, who fields it one-handed. He raises the drink in a toast, downs it, and rolls out of the ring, hobbling up the aisle and leaving D&D to celebrate their victory.

Russ: I may not always agree with him, but that LD Williams is a classy individual. That was a show of respect right there
Nash: Maybe he was just thirsty
Razz: Russ you touched on a good point earlier, Regicide is dead, and LD and Tytan were never able to capture the tag team titles, I wonder how LD Williams will react to that?
Russ: I would imagine he would just accept it as a part of life and move on to something else
Nash: Russ have you even ever WATCHED wrestling? All I am going to say is that, if I were Tytan, I would not sleep anytime soon
Razz: I don’t think LD has that same sort of vengeance in him, not unlike a participant of our next match, Firewoman.
Russ: There was a time when I would have agreed with you Razz and called her a Jezebel and an evil vindictive woman, but Fire is a changed woman, this is not the same Fire we once knew
Nash: and you believe that
Russ: I do
Nash: Wow. I don’t even know what to say to that. Fire is the same person she has always been, remember, she is the master manipulator. One day, the other shoe will drop, and when it does, whoever is in her way will suffer the consequences.
Razz: Well, you could say she is suffering the consequences of her actions now, I mean her and AA have a history, enough of one that Eric was willing to hire him to take Fire out. Fire has done a lot of wrong in her time here in the OOWF, and I am not quite ready to say she has changed just yet. Tonight will go a long way in telling is just how much of a changed woman she is
Russ: We are ready for the intros, let’s throw it up to the ring!