OOWF End of Days 8 (02/24), Hague, Netherlands

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OOWF End of Days 8
Live from The Hague, Netherlands
Sunday, February 24th, 2013

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
Firewoman (c) vs. "Lionheart" Chris Evans vs. "Dynamite" Danny Taylor

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
Banned from Everywhere vs. Stank & LD Williams vs. Stan Fulton & Ecosystem

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
DK Murphy (c) vs. Jeremy Punswick

OOWF Onslaught Title Match[/u]
Chad Madison (c) vs. Amazing Jos vs. The Kai

OOWF Invitational Finals[/u]
Matt Folz vs. Moosehead Jack

No Ropes Raised Ring Scaffold Match[/u]
Alexander Darling vs. Ghosthead

Tommy Wilder vs. Rabbit Mask
Mai Muyo vs. Alexis Darling



Card subject to The Plague in The Hague

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Puns: And just like I said I would, I won. Something Amazing Jos can't say, can he? I saw ya out there tonight, Jos. Just couldn't get the job done, could ya? Shit man, a draw is worse than a loss. A draw says the guy is just as good as you are. At least with a loss you know how much harder you need to train for the next match, how much harder you need to work in the gym. At least ya know where ya stand. Or I guess, in your case, since your such a waste of God given talent, you'll just go home and get fucking high. Stupid piece of shit. Getting high is gonna catch up with ya, Jos. One of these days it's gonna come round and change your life. That day is coming soon, Jos. It's coming in the form of a 6'1", 235 pound Canadian Nightmare that hill find you're never gonna wake up from. You're gonna wake you one morning without your Lbcw title, knowing that not only am I the smarter man, but I'm the better man. You're gonna show up here, minus that championship you like to show off so much, with a lot less swagger in your step. You're gonna be humiliated when you see me here, championship gold around my waist, championship gold that used to belong to you. Since you don't seem to wanna listen to me when it comes to sobering up and taking this seriously, what I suggest to ya is burn one every day as soon as you wake up. Burn one, he'll burn two or three during the day, and burn one before you go to sleep at night, cause Jos, you're gonna need to numb the pain somehow. You're gonna need to numb your mind to the fact that that precious championship is gonna be mine a hell of a lot sooner than later. Your gonna need to ease your mind to the fact that you have no idea when I'm gonna strike, how many of us are gonna be there, and how I'm gonna do it.. I might just cash in my contract for that Lbcw championship match right here in the OOWF. What I do know is you're never gonna see me coming, and you're gonna walk away, if I let you walk away, 10-15 pounds lighter.

And I see Jos somehow gets himself a championship match for the Onslaught championship. What a crock of shit that is. Who's dick did he suck to get in a title match after a fucking draw?? Shit, ya know what, Jos? I hope you do win. It'll be just another championship I can take from you.

Speaking of championships, it seem I've got an OOWF Intercontinental championship match coming up. DK Murphy, I don't know dick about ya, I'll be honest. What I do know is I'm only beginning to show the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the talent I have between those ropes. What I want to convey here is that you, just like Jos, should just come to the understanding that your championship belt is gonna being to someone else very, very soon. So being your A game, he'll, bring your A+ game. You're gonna need it, cause when i drop you on your head when the Extinction Level Event, well, it's one and done, son, and your belt's coming home with me.

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*Jos storms from backstage to the parking lot, walking towards his ride.

*OOWF camera crew catch up with the LBCW Champion, he seems a little annoyed by word, backstage.*

Jos: Puns, i'm just gonna say it once and once only. "Shut the fuck up!"

Geez! We're not even fighting and you have more words for me than your opponent for next weeks show. Keep your eyes on the prize in OOWF, our time in LBCW will come, pussy face! Besides, weren't you whining when I was talking shit about you, first? That's why I stopped, ya big baby!

You see, much like in LBCW, Jos is off to a rocky start. But if you keep up with your LBCW history, it's only gonna be a matter of time until Jos catches his groove and starts dominating!

Normally I would be mad, throwing shit, kicking down doors, throwing a fit, but times have changed. I'm humbled by the fact that Kai stepped his game up and kept up with me, hold for hold, for 20 minutes. You can let all the haters talk all the crap they want about a draw, but only Wade Miller, from the Young Lions, has wrestled a draw with me. So to go to a stalemate with me isn't bad by all means, you have proven to the world you can go 1 on 1 with Greatness.

I wish we could have had another go 1 on 1, but having Chad Madison and his Onslaught Title in the mix, ups the ante.

I know my main goal is the world title, but what better idea than to collect every title in this company, before going for the main one! Well... I don't know if OOWF has a womans championship, but if they did, i'm pretty sure there would be no way to pry the title from Punswicks hands anyways.....

"Cowboy".... "The"..... You boys get ready to be amazed, because when you are, i'm gonna amaze your faces off your face!


*Thumbs up and a wink!

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~~~ Chad Madison is walking back to the arena, having just completed his morning run. He is in cooling down mode, sipping on an Aquafina, when he is approached... you can figure out the rest ~~~

RNSFJ: So, your first Pay Per View defense. Nervous?

Chad: Darlin' you must be new. Yes it is my first Pay per View Onslaught Championship defense, but goodness gracious have I been on that big stage before. So nervous? Not a bit. I'm excited, ready, itching to go out there and prove All the naysayers wrong. To prove that I'm not just a tag specialist. To prove that I haven't just ridden on Zane and Davin's coattails. To prove that I'm every bit as good as I say I am.

RNSFJ: And how good are you?

Chad: Hon, I'm Cowboy Chad Madison. I am the most decorated wrestler in the history of this company. 18 times.. Eighteen Times! I've won Championships here. I'm one half of the best tag team in the history of wrestling, The Measuring Sticks, The Division Killers, The Texpress. I was part of the faction that pioneered the Campeonas de Trios and made them relevant. And Now, left to my own devices, I've won the Onslaught Championship within weeks of going solo.... Twice. I'm no fluke, no fly-by-night, and anyone who thinks differently can saddle on up and find out what happens when you mess with the bull

~~~ Chad flashes the 'horns' sign ~~~

RNSFJ: So on Sunday you face The Kai and Amazing Jos.

Chad: Two talented wrestlers. One a fellow Texan who is as dynamic as they come. One a longtime former foe who I have nothing but respect in the ring for. So to Jos, Kai I say one thing. Bring Your Hammers. Because Sunday, I plan on Tearing the House Down in The Hauge! (Cheap Pop)

~~~ With the last statement, Chad heads inside and we fade ~~~

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Puns: So, Jos, you want me to shut the fuck up? Why don't you do something to shut me the fuck up? If you're really the champion you say you are you'd call for the match everyone knows is gonna happen sooner or later just as hard as i have. Instead you do nothing but say stupid shit like "pussy face." Are you fucking 12? If you wanna prove you're a champion that deserves the title you currently have in your posession, fight me. I don't care if it's in OOWF. I don't care if it's in Lbcw. I don't care if we have to fight in the parking lot behind Kentucky Fried Chicken in fucking Snowmeadow, Maryland. I want to fight you. You're a big mouth piece of shit and you don't deserve any of the success or adulation that comes your way. You have people looking out for you like Billy Corgan. He's keeping you from me and you know it. You have people like your little butt buddy over in Lbcw "Lightning Fag" Tom Carter. Team Pussy member, extraortinaire. I beat your little butt buddy once, and I'm just gonn ahave to do it again. Do you need us to carve him up like we did Johnny Comelately to get through to you that we mean business? Do I need to bring the New Age of the Dawn to OOWF? Because all i need to do is snap my fingers, and they'll be here.

You're right about me having a lot more words for you than DK Murphy. I don't hate DK. I hate your guts with all the passion in my body. You're the kind of person I can't fucking stand. Big mouth, bragadocious, ignorant, and you're wasting all the God given talent and ability you have, which is in clear abundance, by being nothing but a fucking stoner. If you were to get clean, then you could really do something in the sport. If you don't, you're just gonna be another statistic. Another stupid wrestler who can't get his shit straight. Another wrestler who graduates from smoking pot to pills to pills and booze, to bills, booze, and heroin. Another wrestler found dead before 40. Another verdose.

You see, I may hate your guts, but I don't want you dead. I feel that there is something there, and as much as I hate to say it, I'm drawn to you. I may want to pound your head in the mat, but I want to be able to continue to do it year after year. Without you, there is no me. I need you around. I need the best you can give, because as long as there is someone like you, like John Falco, fucking big mouth hypocrites that I can take out all my rage on, I'll be complete. You see, I need you Jos. I need you to be a man. I need you to kick the shit, I need you to own up and be a man, and I need you to step into that ring with me, one on one, and face me like a man. All shit talk aside. I need you to fight me like a man. Give me meaning.

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FADE in backstage in The Hauge. Just finishing their workout are Ecosystem and Stan Fulton. They climb out of the ring and are “accosted” by a gender-neutral reporter.

GNR: “Good afternoon, sirs.”

Fulton looks at Eco.

SF: “Sirs we’re called. Our reputations are improving.”

Eco: “Funny.”

Eco turns back to the GNR.

Eco: “What can we do for you?”

GNR: “I’d like your thoughts going into this weekend. This is really the chance you two have been waiting for. The OOWF World Tag Team Championships and Stan Fulton’s Grand Slam and Six-Pack honors. Are either of you nervous?”

Eco: “Nervous? No. I’ve been doing this for a long time. I am the originator of the OOWF. I think a lot of people currently in this company are forgetting that. Sunday, we remind them who’s at the top.”

SF: “I have to admit, I’m a little bit nervous. I’ve been striving for this for well over a year now. I want to make it happen and Juni and I will get it done. We’re confident and we’re ready. It’s time. Stank and LD. Bill and Justin. You’re only in the way now. All four of you have had your turn with these Championships. This is our time.”

GNR: “So how is the conversion coming along, Eco?”

Eco: “Everything is on course. We’re going to show them Sunday what all these months of work have been about.”

SF: “Enjoy the pain.”

FADE

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**The Saints of Sinners are in their locker room.**

L.D. Williams: “Jack, we’ve been friends a long time.”

Moosehead Jack: “We have.”

LDW: You know I’ve got your back - I’m not completely down with the Saints of Sinners thing, but I’m all in. Whatever war you want to start, I’m there.”

Stank: “This all goes without saying Billy Dee.”

LDW: “But - and I want to be clear on this - I am NOT wearing this to the ring.”

**Williams holds up an outfit clearly designed for Glory (the wrestler, not the…whatever Glory is),**

MHJ: <chuckling> “I don’t know…you could probably pull it off in the right light.”

LDW: “There’s no material here. Donnie wouldn’t be caught dead in this.”

MHJ: “A few adjustments, it’ll be fine.”

S: “Besides, it matches your eyes.”

LDW: “My wife’s never seen me that naked!”

S: “Lucky her.”

LDW: “Who’s side are you on? There’s one for you too.”

**Stank spies a box identical to the one Williams has, and his eyes go wide.**

S: “Oh HELL no!”

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*Amazing Jos is training for his big match on Sunday. He finishes a strinking combo on a heavy bag before turning around and facing the camera*


Jos: Mighty words from such a weak person. Jam, you think you know me? You know shit baby boi.

You see, you want to say I complete you. Who the hell do you think I am, mini-me? I kinda agree though, without me, you would have nothing to live for. You like the climb up the mountain of success and seeing me at the top of mountain, only to shove you all the way back down to rock botttom. You get off on that shit, being reminded how much of a piece of shit you are to mankind.

Unlike you, my opponents Chad Madison and The Kai have more balls than you and I have more respect for them than I do for you.

Kai has already done more than you in my eyes. Even after defeat, he stepped up and showed how much of a warrior he really is in the ring. Chad Madison, my fist day here, homeboy was cool as hell and gave me respect right off the bat. A true class act, im not surprised he won gold shortly afterwards. He has the heart of a REAL champion. Who knows, maybe being from Tejas has something to do with it too *wink!

Puns, up until Janurary you didnt do shit but prove you are a gloried loser and a sore one, at that. You claim to hate me, but I know what hate is boy, thats a mans emotion, you dont know shit about what being a man really is.

"Envy" is what you feel towards me. You HATE the fact someone who can talk shit, goof around and smoke a lil bluntsky can kick ass and do more in pro wrestling than you ever thought you could. But yes you ENVY my success in LBCW and you envy the fact everyone in OOWF thinks im cool and youre a dick. Bet you didnt even get invited to Stanks bbq shindig last week. There was karaoke, I sang Foreigner.

Anyways, Puns, you want a match, ask Ms. Selena Gomez to book it, until then, worry about your own business and stay outta mine.

"Cowboy".... "The"... now im gettomg a little heated, best believe im sending the heat both your ways on Sunday!


*Falcon Kicks training bag and the bag explodes*

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~~~ Fade into Zane Myers' suburban San Antonio home. Bridgette is curled up in an oversized recliner with a book, and Zane is watching tape on the big screen. we see him pause and rewind several clips of Kai & Jos in action. ~~~

Zane: Look! that subtle hitch just before he jumps.. I need to tell Chad..

Bridgette: Oh hon, leave him alone. You've talked to him 5 times already today.

Zane: I know, but I keep noticing things he needs to know about.

~~~ Zane picks up his phone and dials. Miraculously, we are treated to a split screen for the conversation. Chad is sitting in the hot tub. ~~~

Chad: Zane whats up?

Zane: Listen, I just noticed something with Jos. I'll send you the file and you can see what I mean

Chad: I'm not really near my laptop right now. Send it to me and I'll check it out in a bit

Zane: Aren't you in your room? You said you were coming back from the training center just an hour ago.

Chad: Relax, I'm in my dressing room.

~~~ Just then, the jets on the hot tub kick on high ~~~

Zane: What' that noise

Chad: Just the hot tub kickin up

Zane: Oh, I told you about that thing being a distraction

Chad: I'm relaxing.

Zane: Or something

Chad: Come on man, I worked out & trained already. I'm in the hot tub, alone, and then I'm going to eat & watch some film.

Zane: You're alone?

Chad: Yes. I'm taking this seriously man. I learned from the best.

Zane: ...... Thanks. I'm sending that file.

Chad: Sounds good man. Tell Bridgette to keep you on schedule.

Zane: Something like that.

~~~ They both hang up, and we lose Zane and get Chad full screen. On cue, there's a knock on the door, followed by the presence of a half dozen scantily-clad RNSFJ's ~~~

Chad: Ladies..... Hi.

RNSFJ #1: So we thought we'd see if your hot tub was being used.

Chad: Nope, not at all. Y'all are welcome to it. I have work to do.

RNSFJ#2: Awww you aren't staying?

Chad: Sorry, duty calls. Big match Sunday.

~~~ The RNSFJ's pout in unison ~~~

Chad: Tell ya what, You can all come help me celebrate after I win.

All thr RNSFJ's: Yaaaaay!!!

~~~ Chad climbs out as the girls slide in. He goes out through the door, then we hard cut to Chad exiting his dressing room and heading down The Hallway (tm). He pushes through the swinging doors of Kofi Kingston's Koffee Kingdom. Chad grabs a couple of doughnuts and an Aquafina before he sits down beside Firewoman, who has both hands around a cup. ~~~

Chad: Ma'am

Fire: Cowboy. You're alone.

Chad: Been hard at work. You know running, watching tape, working out. Being a Champion.

~~~ She raises her cup and Chad *clinks* his doughnut ~~~

Fire: How's Zane

Chad: Overbearing. He's too anxious to get back. Bridgette has her hands full.

Fire: I can imagine. When's he coming back?

Chad: Still be a while. Docs like the progress, but if it were up to him, he'd be here already.

Fire: Sounds about right

Chad: Alright. I have more clips to watch. Zane has found Another thing I have to see before Sunday.

Fire: He is good at that

Chad: Too good, especially with all this extra time on his hands. See you in the morning?

Fire: Sure thing, you can eat my dust Again

~~~ Chad smiles and gets up. We fade as he heads out the doors ~~~

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*DK Murphy is working out on the speed bag. He is shuffling his feet and alternating lefts and rights at high speed. His back is to the gym door, and he has headphones on, but he can see in the mirror on the back wall that there is motion behind him. He pivots, and throw a punch that he stops before it connects with SFJ 96*

SFJ: Whoa, dude, you scared me!

DKM: Same!

*As DKM shuts off his MP3 player, we hear that he was listening to The Dirty Glass by The Dropkick Murphys*

SFJ: You are facing Jeremy Punswick this week.

DKM: I don't know much about him, but from what I've seen he can handle himself in the ring. He has the size and strength and skill to go a long way in the OOWF. He has an issue with Jos, which is none of my business right now, and I will wait for my brother in Drink and Destroy to take the measure of Jos, bur both of these new guys impress me.

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SFJ 96: DK Murphy, what about Danny Taylor's shot at the World Championship?

DKM: I believe that my Drink & Destroy brother will win, but if he does not, then best wishes to Fire for defending her title.

SFJ: Chris Evans is also in the match.

DKM: I hope neither of his opponents put him on the shelf, but he's got little chance of winning that match. He doesn't have a stable backing him up any more. Fire is like a lioness, Danny is like a tiger, and Evans is like a cub without back-up. He is going to be exposed.

SFJ: And what about the Onslaught match?

DKM: 3 amazing athletes, but I think The Kai will win.

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GM Selena is RECLINING~ in her desk chair in her office with an ice pack on her forehead. Chuckles is PACING~, seemingly worried about his boss' migraine. Poe enters the office with a bag.

Poe: I'm back.

GMSa-T: Did you bring 'em?!

Poe: I did.

Poe sits the bag on the desk.

Poe: The brownies from the bakery in Amsterdam you love.

GMSa-T: SMILE TIME! Are they the special ones?

Poe: Yes, they should help with your headache.

CtC: Juh! Juh juh!

Chuckles attacks the bag, shoving the brownies into his mouth as fast as he can. Selena just watches him in shock/disbelief/perhaps rage. Chuckles then stands up & giggles like he's stoned.

Poe: They're not pot brownies you idiot. They're triple fudge.

CtC: Juh?

GMSa-T: DIE!!

Selena pounces on Chuckles, choking him, and slamming his head onto the floor. After a few moments, Poe grabs his wife and pulls her off Chuckles with relative ease. He gently drops her on the couch and offers a hand to Chuckles. Chuckles holds the back of his head as he takes Poe's hand. Poe pulls him up and brushes him off.

Poe: Are you alright?

CtC: Juh.

Poe: Shame.

Poe grabs Chuckles under each arm...

CRUCIFIX BOMB!!!! onto Selena's desk.

Her desk naturally doesn't collapse since it's made of the finest California hard wood. Chuckles merely bounces off it like a high bounce ball. Poe then takes a seat next to a laughing Selena and hands her the ice pack for her head.

Poe: Beloved...

GMSa-T: I can't take much more of this Oms.

Poe: It has been a rough couple of months for you.

GMSa-T: I got Moose going apeshit crazy. He actually thinks Chad Madison is a corporate champion. What corporation would put their money behind a womanizing Texan?

Poe: You'd be surprised. I mean there was President Bu...

GMSa-T: Don't even say that douche bag's name. Besides, he seems to have forgotten I kinda hate Texpress. Good as they are.

Poe: True.

GMSa-T: Then I got wrestlers' dads having strokes and tag teams quitting.

Poe: In mid title reign no less.

GMSa-T: ...AND I CAN'T FIRE BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE!

Both are silent for a few moments.

GMSa-T: Omie?

Poe: Yes, Beloved?

GMSa-T: This "thing" you're up to?

Poe: you told me not to tell you under any circum...

GMSa-T: I know. I don't wanna know what it is.

Poe: Then what?

GMSa-T: Whatever happens and however it affects me, I don't care. Just make it good. And soon. Please?

Poe grins slyly.

GMSa-T: As you wish.

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Night time in the DEA Luxury Suites. BLINCy is in the corner of the room, just kinda hanging out, to see if it catches anything good for the fine viewers of OOWF-TV. Its patience is rewarded as Firewoman leaves the bedroom, wearing the black satin pajama top. She looks around, kind of confused. She looks across the room to where Alexis's room is. She turns to go back to her room, then stops, turns, and goes to Alexis's door. She knocks. There's a pause and then the door opens and a sleepy Alexis, wearing black lounge pants with big happy yellow suns on them, and a DDT t shirt. Huh?

LD: *sleepily* Fire...it's 2am.

FW: I know...sorry...Um....I'm looking for Alex.

LD: *sleepily* Why would I know that?

FW: ....

LD: .....

FW: Is he....

Fire looks over Alexis's shoulder.

LD: NO! He's not.

FW: Okay.....

LD: Did you want to check?

FW: No, no....sorry...

Alexis closes the door. Fire goes back to her bedroom.

Scene shift to this building at night.



A figure can be seen sitting at the second ledge from the top. Perspective change and we see a person in a black hoodie, with a red and orange flame along the bottom. Alexander Darling is wearing one of Firewoman's hoodies. Aw.

Voice from behind: That's mine.

AD: *without looking* Sorry, it was dark. And I like it. Its yours.

FW: Uh huh.

Firewoman walks around into camera range, and kind of walks along the edge, kind of the way a child who doesn't realize the danger. Although she isn't that close.

AD: How'd you know where I'd be?

FW: Same way you always know which cemetary I'll be at. I like the dark, the quiet, the solitude, and so do you. You just like it a million feet in the air.

AD: And you like it surrounded by decomposing people. Okay, we got the how....now.....why?

FW: You're avoiding me.

AD: Not really......

FW: Alex....

She does a swoopy turn and then has to use her arms to catch her balance.

AD: I know what you're going to say--

FW: Do you? Do you remember what we promised each other?

AD: No, it was Vegas and we were drunk. Although we have the video, but it's really hard to understand.

FW: I meant after my Taipei I Quit match with Moose.

AD: *sigh* Yes...

FW: Let me review.

Fire jumps up onto the ledge now, puts her right hand on her heart, and holds up her right hand like a Girl Scout.

FW: "I, Lisa/Alex Darling, solemnly swear to not get into stupid potentially death-causing matches ever again." Ring a bell?

AD: *sighs* Yes, but--

FW: So what the hell is this all about, then? Immortality?

AD: No, Fire.

FW: So you tell me then. You saw his conversation with Shannon, I know you watch OOWF-TV more regularly now.

AD: I figured I should so I can see what you're up to.

FW: Dont' change the subject. Ghosthead isn't all Mayan crazy anymore. He's only going after you because you keep interfering when he wants to cash in his title shot.

AD: And?

FW: And so let him cash it in?

AD: Really. Is that how you want to lose it?

FW: Who says--

AD: Fire, come on. He keeps making an appearance AFTER you've wrestled, and usually it's been a long match, where you're barely standing. I don't want you getting screwed. Moose did it to me, Eric too. Davin kind of--

FW: *getting angry* Are you--

AD: I mean, I had a shot, but I waited. I TOLD Poe when I was cashing it in. The outdoor show in Boise. Remember, it was cold? You complained a lot?

FW: That doesn't sound like me.

AD: Uh-huh.

Fire starts pacing on the ledge.

FW: So let me get this straight. You have gotten yourself into a stupid dangerous beyond all sense and logic match, breaking a promise to me, because you have been busy breaking a different promise--

AD: Wait, which promise was that?

FW: The one where we don't interfere in each other's business.

Alex swings his feet over to the roof and stands up, away from the ledge.

AD I'm not...

FW: You ARE! Alex, as much as I would love to think otherwise, the day will come when someone will be just a step better than me and I'll lose. You can't save me--

AD: Oh, good. Now you're quoting him. Why don't you tell me to work harder, not smarter and to trust you now.

Fire glares at him, then turns, back to him.

AD: What are you doing?

FW: Huh? Oh, I'm just going to swan dive off the top here.

AD: WHAT?

FW: No really good reason, actually.

AD: Fire!!!!

Fire starts to lean forward, and just about the time it might be too late, Alex grabs her around the waist and pulls her back. They fall on the roof, and then get to their feet.

AD: WHAT THE HOLY FUCK ARE YOU DOING?

FW: Ah, feel that? The rush of adrenaline? The heartrate shooting up to 180 beats per minute? The pure fear? We've each felt it, right? Watching the other one do really dumb things in order to prove a point, or save our pride, or whatever? Instead of just doing our job? I imagine you're flashing back to me and Moose at Blood Pond, or on the Taipei Death match. Or maybe that last horrible match with Tytan?

AD: You are.....

Fire spins around angrily.

FW: Crazy yes. And World Champ. And ready to meet all comers, no matter when. If I lose, well, then I lose, but I WIN or LOSE because of ME. Not you.

AD: ...

FW: ...

AD: You're right.

FW: I know. But me being right isn't going to make you change this match, I suppose.

AD: Would you?

FW: No. Just be sure and win.

AD: Well, I wasn't planning on losing.

FW: Because if you don't win and end up dying I will totally raise your ass from the dead and kill you myself.

AD: I--

FW: Don't. You know I'll do it.

Fire storms away into the darkness. Alexander sighs, and then smiles slightly, but then gets a chill. He zips up the hoodie a little more, puts his hands in the pockets, and resumes his meditative position on the ledge.

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Fade in to the flurry of activity backstage that characterizes a PPV. Production assistants, crew, make up, hair, costumers...everyone's flying around doing last minute stuff. The only calm in the middle of the storm is catering, where Firewoman is sitting drinking her coffee.

RNSFJ: Hi, Champ. You've been quiet about your opponents this week.

FW: I have been. The booker needed me to do some things since we found ourselves shorthanded for some reason.

RNSFJ: Any chance you'll retire from the ring and go back into being commissioner?

FW: Not any time soon. I still have a championship to defend, and now that Selena has seen the light, and put me in actual defenses week after week, I'm having the time of my life. what could be better? I have the world title, pretty awesome family life...

At that point Moosehead Jack walks through. He stops, turns, and points, as if in a Warner Brothers cartoon, and waves. Fire glares at him, and he straightens up and glares back, makes the 'me wanty belt' sign, and walks away.

FW: ...with some obvious exceptions, but fortunately they don't bother me too much.

RNSFJ: So you're not going to change your mind about your contract?

FW: No, and I don't know that I'll have to. Moose has gotta get through the Invitational to even have a shot. He's been behaving himself so far, but that can only last so long before he loses via disqualification.

RNSFJ: Turning to your opponents this week.

FW: Right. Dynamite Danny Taylor is a great friend, an even tougher opponent, and deserves to be champion himself. I've been watching tape on him all week.

RNSFJ: And Chris Evans?

FW: Terrible friend, crappy opponent, and deserves to be jobbing in PHWF.

RNSFJ: Wow, that's.....

FW: I'm mostly kidding. Mostly. We come from the same wrestling school, so he's not bad. But he's not the next big thing, and he's not good enough to hold the real Lionheart's jock, which, yes, before you use the joke, Evans, I WOULD know that. He'll give a good match, but in the end it won't matter. I'll still be champion.

And that will indeed sparkle with me.

[BookerShark]

Camera shot opens on Tommy Wilder, apparently out for a morning free run -

NCM - "So, this week you face Rabbit Mask."

TW - "How about that? week 2, Pay Per View!"

NCM - "Well, you are one of the opening matches, not for a belt or anything...

TW - "Dude, so? All that means is everybody wrestling after Rabbit Mask and I burn it up is gonna have to work that much harder - cause I plan on putting on the match of the night!"

NCM - Well...

TW - "Well what? Hey man, I don't get in the ring to go through the motions. I don't jump off of scaffolds, bridges, rooftops or everything taller than I am to be average. AVERAGE SUCKS. I don't want to take on guys like Rabbit Mask, Firewoman, Moosehead Jack, the Darlings beause I'm into being the middle of the pack - I'm in it for the RUSH. Only thing that makes jumping 15' in the air for a moonsault more fun is to do it when a couple thousand people in the stands are screaming their heads off! "

NCM - "But what happens...."


TW - "IT IS GONNA ROCK! Oh man, I get pumped thinking about it!"

Looks into the camera -

TW - "Rabbit, you and I are going to get it on at End of Days. And it is going to be AMAZING. Get revved dude, cause we're goinhg to steal the show! Hope you got the hops that your name says you do - cause otherwise, your gonna have a hard time not lookin' like a spectator."

NCM - "NO, I meant what happens if you get caught before the show?

Camera pans to a group of policemen - apparently, Tommy has been free running on the top of the Hague - and they have been chasing him....

"STOP! YOU MUST STOP!"

NCM - "Well?"

TW - "Wow. HOw long have they been back there?"

NCM - "About the last couple hundred yards - since you got up here. Now what?

TW - "Huh. Well, how much dose that camera rig weigh?

NCM - Hundred pounds or so...

TW - Wow. Hope you have a hell of a long jump -

Tommy takes off, running to the edge of the building and diving off, over the road and shoulder rolling to the next rooftop ....


NCM - "Well, SHIT."

[BookerShark]

<Matt Folz is walking down the hall, when someone whistles behind him. Instinctively he turns around to look, and Moose PASTES him across the face wit ha chair shot! Moose grabs Folz and pulls him up and hits a PACKAGE PILEDRIVER on the floor! Folz grabs his neck and writhes in pain, Moose just slumps to the floor next to him mocking him>

MHJ: You remember when you attacked me in the parking lot and dropped me with a brainbuster? I sure do. I told you then I would get you back, and look what we have here. Damn shame too, only hours before the invitational finals and you get planted on the concrete floor with a package piledriver. What a damn shame Matty

<Moose gets to his feet and lands a few kicks to Folz face before medical gets there to check on him. As he is walking away, Moose glares into the INC>

MHJ: three times I have been in the finals of this tournament, and three times I lost. Not this year Folz. Not this year. I have no idea why Fire is ducking you, I know why she is ducking me. I know why Selena won't force Fire to take the match, I know why the Board won't change that contract, the very last thing they want is me as the OOWF world champion. We've already seen what they will do just to get the Onslaught championship off of me, congrats Chad, you are a handpicked champion. Dance for them puppet.

And Selena......don't give me this garbage that you don't like Chad, that you don't like those Texas idiots. there might have been a time when you didn't, but that Selena........Mouse.......is dead. What we have before us now is the sell out, Corporate Selena. What matters most is the bottom line, and those idiot fans love Chad Madison and will put their money down to buy his t-shirts.

<Moose pauses for a moment, a maniacal gleam in his eyes>

Tonight it starts. Tonight, LD and Stank are going to win the tag titles, and tonight I take the first step toward getting my title shot. I only need one. Fire.......you can run, but you can't hide........trust me

<Moose laughs and walks away>

[BookerShark]

Folz gets up groggily, shoving aside the medical staff who's trying to help him.

MF: I was going to keep this clean, just embarrass you in the ring Moose, but now you've pissed me off. Don't make the mistake of thinking that just because I prefer not to brawl dosen't mean I can't.

Fade

[BookerShark]

<Moose heads back down the hall when he sees Folz on his feet>

MHJ: you want some more Matty?

<before Moose can get to him, backstage security gets between them, they break free and punches are thrown, but no serious damage can be done>

MF: If I have to kill one Quinn to get to another tonight, I will do it Moose! We should have put you out to pasture along with Jack and Davin!

MHJ: If you think you can Matty, just try...........biggest stage of your career Matty Folz, be a damn shame if you choked it away

<officials shove Moose into his locker room and slam the door, we hear him laughing like a madman>

MF: <shoving officials away> Not this time.

<Folz turns and walks away and we fade>

[BookerShark]

OOWF End of Days 8
Live! From The Hague, Netherlands

MAI MUYO vs. ALEXIS DARLING

Skillit’s “Hero” rings out and the crowd cheers the appearance of Mai Muyo. She bounds down to ringside, high-fiving the crowd and hugging random fans. As she hops on the ring apron, her music abruptly is cut off and ”Fighter” by Christina Aguilera blares.

Mai gets a disgusted look on her face as former OOWF Tag Team Champion Alexis Darling comes out to a mixed bag from the crowd. Mai, knowing how much that title is wanted by her friend Stan Fulton yet her opponent’s had it three times with three different people, is even more determined than ever to win this match.

Alexis, obviously oblivious to the ponderings of a Muyo mind, slaps a few hands on the way to the ring, get the instructions from Junior Hale and this one is under way as the bell sounds.

Mai and Alexis with a quick hand slap of mutual respect and they quickly are into a collared elbow lockup. They work themselves towards the ropes and Alexis backs Mai into a corner. Hale starts a five count, but Alexis backs away cleanly after only two.

Collared elbow lockup again in the middle of the ring and this time Mai gets Alexis back into a corner. Hale doesn’t even get a count started as Mai backs up and offers her hand. Alexis shakes is and they lock up again. Alexis turns it into a side headlock and winds it up a few times.

Mai shoves Alexis to the ropes. Alexis bounces off and Mai leaps her on the rebound. Alexis comes off the opposite side and when she gets to Mai this time, Mai lifts her up and over into a huge back body drop. Mai quickly into the pin but only gets a one count.

Mai goes to the outside and quickly scales the turnbuckles. She leaps, but Alexis isn’t even close to being out of it and rolls out of the way of an elbow drop. Mai crashes hard and rolls to the outside clutching her arm.

Alexis slides out of the ring and Hale breaks the ten count at three. Alexis rolls Mai back into the ring and starts to work over Mai’s arm. Alexis has Mai’s arm pulled back and she wrenches hard over and over. Mai is screaming in pain, but keeps shaking her head in response to Hale’s offers to quit.

Mai gets to her feet, but Alexis still has the arm bar locked in tight. Mai drops to her knees quickly and gets a hip toss on Alexis to break the hold. Mai cannot follow up as she shakes her arm, trying to get some feeling back into it.

Alexis moves in but Mai decides that she’ll get some feeling into that arm by slamming the forearm into Alexis’s head. Alexis shakes it off, but Mai slams her forearm into the side of Alexis’s head again. Alexis stumbles to the corner and Mai leaps in with a big splash. This time, Alexis crumples to the mat and rolls to the floor.

Mai however doesn’t follow her out and Junior Hale starts a ten count. He gets to five. Then seven. At nine, Alexis rolls into the ring to break the count, but rolls right back out.

This time, Mai goes out after her and while Alexis is jawing with Hale, Mai comes up from behind and shoves Alexis into the ring post. Down goes Darling! A little bit of Muyo coming through there as Mai gives Hale a stare that would curdle milk.

Mai picks Alexis off the floor and rolls her into the ring, then climbs the turnbuckle. This time she hits the flying elbow drop and makes the cover. ONE... TWO... NO! Alexis rolls the shoulder at the last second.

Mai slaps the mat in frustration and stands, bringing Alexis to her feet by her hair. Hale admonishes Muyo but she ignores him. Mai rocks Alexis again but this time with European uppercuts. A series of three has Alexis out on her feet. Mai backs her into the corner, runs to the opposite and comes back with another big splash in the corner.

Mai with a Big Show style slap and Alexis, and just about everyone else in the arena, winces. Mai goes for another one and Hale pulls her out of the corner. Mai and Junior have a heated discussion about the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences leaving Ben Affleck’s name off of the Best Director nominations.

They finally agree to disagree on this, but Alexis has regained her mojo and just levels Mai with a standing dropkick. Mai is down in the middle of the ring, but Alexis drags her closer to the corner. Alexis scales the turnbuckles and hits a gorgeous moonsault. Alexis hooks Mai’s leg. ONE... TWO... Mai kicks out.

Alexis doesn’t get up, but starts to turn towards Junior Hale to argue the count while still hovering over Mai. Mai isn’t that out of it and she quickly gets Alexis into the Trinitarian! This could do it. Will Alexis tap? Hale is right into Alexis’s face asking if she wants to quit. Alexis is scrabbling her feet around and she gets turned enough to hook an ankle over the bottom rope.

Hale forces Mai to break the hold. Which she does, but not without letting it go to a four count. Alexis wasn’t in the hold that long and is back to her feet. Mai takes a run at her and Alexis steps out of the way. Mai goes HARD into the turnbuckle and staggers out. Alexis quickly gets her up and over her. BITCH KILLER kudo driver!!!

ONE... TWO... THREE!
WINNER in 16:19... ALEXIS DARLING!

Alexis goes to check on Mai. Mai is more than a little loopy from landing on her neck and back of her head. She groggily gets to her feet with Alexis’s help and gets the news that she lost the match. But being Mai, she doesn’t let it get her down and raises Alexis’s arm as the crowd cheers.

RABBIT MASK vs. TOMMY WILDER

It’s time to get this show started with two of the most adventurous and crazy daredevils in the world of professional wrestling. “Another Me” by Jeff Hardy starts to play and a fog envelops the entrance as the unique Rabbit Mask walks out. With unseen eyes, we can’t get a read on Rabbit but he walks down to the ring with a slow, methodical pace and enters the ring before backing into a corner and leaning as he faces the entrance. Agent Orange’s “Bloodstains” begins to play and a spotlight illuminates the entrance and then rises above the OOWF-tron where Tommy Wilder is standing. He’s got some room and takes a running start and hang glides down to the arena floor. What an andrenaline junkie and this match should give him the chance to explore more of that. Rabbit Mask has taken a more slow and methodical approach in recent months, but there was a time when he was THE high-flyer of the OOWF. Just as the same can be said for Wilder.

We’re in the ring and we are underway as Wilder removes his hang gliding harness and tosses it to ringside which means he has to turn his back on Rabbit and that’s a mistake as RM quickly takes advantage with clubbing blows to the back. We get a nice heat sequence as Rabbit refuses to play the high-risk game and grounds Wilder with his striking and neck-based offense. Rabbit has Wilder locked into a neck crank a few minutes into action here and Wilder’s been able to get no offense in, but he starts banging his feet into the mat and that starts getting the crowd worked up. Rabbit wants none of that and drags Tommy to his feet and whips him hard into the corner. Rabbit gets a running start and goes for a missile dropkick into the corner, but Wilder jumps out of the way and before RM can get his bearings, Wilder has hurried across the ring and charges back…CAFFEINE RUSH and Rabbit’s head snaps back. RM stumbles out of the corner right into a kick from Wilder and he quickly locks Rabbit’s arms up; BUTTERFLY SUPLEX. Wilder floats over and makes a cover…

He only gets two as Rabbit rolls a shoulder. Wilder with a few quick kicks before turning around and climbing the turnbuckle, but Rabbit isn’t that beat down yet and he gets a running jump up ENZIGURI that sends Wilder crashing to the mat. Rabbit with some quick elbow drops to wear down Wilder, but Wilder wants to keep this match moving at a quick pace and he hops back to his feet. Rabbit tries to take him out with a SNAPMARE DRIVER and he nails it. Rabbit feels in control and looks to go back to the well and goes for a second SNAPMARE DRIVER, but Wilder senses that coming and floats all the way over with a 360 flip and lands in front of Rabbit…STUNNER connects and Rabbit flies back into the corner. Wilder hops to his feet quicker than the eye can see and he rushes in behind Rabbit and grabs him around the waist…CRASH AND BURN and RM flies back into the turnbuckle with the release German. Rabbit’s in deep trouble and Wilder jumps over him to the top rope…STOMP THE LANDING and this is over…

1…
2…
3!!!
WINNER in 9:53, Tommy Wilder

CHAD MADISON© vs. AMAZING JOS vs. THE KAI – OOWF Onslaught Championship Match

"Amazing" blares out and OOWF newcomer Amazing Jos heads to the ring. He gets a mixed reaction from the crowd, knowing who his opponents are scheduled to be. Jos holds his head high and parades around the ring pounding his chest. "Gal A Bubble" begins to play and The Kai comes out to a huge ovation. Kai heads to the ring with a Longboard lager in hand and toasts a couple of fans down the aisle way. He finishes his beer, and then charges to the ring. Jos and Kai begin to jaw at each other when "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" blasts from the speakers and Cowboy Chad Madison comes out to a huge ovation. He poses on both sides of the stage before heading down to the ring high fiving babies and kissing women the whole way down. He climbs the turnbuckle from the outside and holds the Onslaught title up high, flashing the Horns sign to the fans.

We get Boxing-style introductions, and the referee holds the belt up, showing it to all three competitors. Jos and Kai both begin talking smack to each other and then to Chad. The bell sounds and Chad goes at Kai while he is snapping at Jos. Chad shoves Kai back into the corner and Chop Whoooo! Chop Whoooo! Chop Whoooo! Chop Whoooo! Chop Whoooo! Chop Whoooo! Chad blisters his chest repeatedly. Kai gets whipped across the ring, where Jos hits him with a leg lariat. Jos bounces up and throws a spin kick at Chad, sending him into the corner. Jos runs up and monkey flips Chad across the squared circle. Jos pops up to catch Kai with a spinning back elbow. Jos pumps his fists and the crowd roars, getting into the fast paced action.

Jos pulls Kai up and hits an Implant DDT. He positions Kai on the mat and starts to climb to the top rope, when Chad comes running up and dropkicks him off the turnbuckles and to the floor! Chad climbs the turnbuckles, walks out on the ropes several steps, then looks back and forth at Kai in the ring and Jos outside of it. Chad springs off with a high arcing moonsault inside the ring... and eats canvas! Kai played some possum and rolled out of the way. He pops up and pulls Chad to his feet REEF BOTTOM! Kai hooks the leg 1..2..OOMPF! Jos comes flying over the ropes crashing into Kai and breaking up the pin fall.

Jos Pulls Kai up for a reverse DDT. Kai spins out of it and catches Jos with a neck breaker. He scoops Jos up and slams him on top of Chad. Kai goes to the top rope and connects with a 450 Splash onto both men. Kai crawls to where Jos rolls to and covers him 1...2.. and Jos puts his leg on the bottom rope.

Amazing Jos has used his first rope break

Kai recovers him and hooks BOTH legs, but a kick to the back of the head from Chad ends that pin attempt early. All three men are on their feet and the punches start flowing. Chad hits Kai, Jos hits Chad, Kai hits Jos. Chad hits Jos. Jos hits Kai over and over. The referee squeezes his frame in between the three wrestlers and manages to separate them

Chad Madison, The Kai and Amazing Jos have received their first Referee's Warnings

Chad grabs Jos' mask and Kai's head and has a meeting of the minds. He hits the ropes and Jos & Kai backdrop him out of the ring. Jos and Kai hit the ropes and hit stereo suicide dives through the ropes just as Chad gets to his feet. JOs grabs the Onslaught Champion and hurls his back into the ring. Jos hits a slingshot leg drop 1...2... Kai breaks the pin fall up. He grabs Chad and hits a snap DDT. He makes the cover 1...2... and Jos breaks the pin up with a stiff kick to the neck of Kai. Kai and Jos go nose to nose, and then they hit stereo kicks as Chad gets to his feet. Kai shoves Jos to the corner and hits a brain buster on Chad. Jos grabs Kai and sends him shoulder first between the ropes into the post. He grabs Chad and nails a dragon suplex. And Chad is folded in half; Kai comes charging out of the corner and SPEARS Jos violently. Kai makes the cover 1...2... NO! Jos kicks out at the last possible moment. Jos pops up and ducks a Kai forearm and runs him into the comer.. CHAOS THEORY! Jos bridges the suplex finish and gets 1...2...NO! Kai twists his shoulder up just in time.

Chad comes back into view, pounding Kai and Jos from behind with double ax-handle blows. They whip him into the ropes, and Chad hits a DOUBLE back handspring elbow. All three men are on the mat, and the referee begins his count. Chad catches Kai as he gets to his feet.. PRETTY DECENT DIAMOND CUTTER! As Chad crawls over for the cover.. OH EM GEE from Jos! Chad rolls to the floor as Jos covers Kai 1....2... NO! Kai kicks out at the last moment. Kai and Jos end up nose to nose arguing with each other.. And here comes the brawl! Kai and Jos begin pounding each other with haymakers as fast as they can fly. They end up pinned in the corner with the referee trying to break them up and issuing warnings

The Kai and Amazing Jos have received their second Referee's Warnings

They separate and we get a collar and elbow lock up. Kai takes control and puts Jos on the mat doubled over with several stiff knee strikes. Kai hits a Board Breaker on Jos. Kai looks to the crowd, and lifts him up. REEF BOTTOM REEF BOTTOM REEF BOTTOM! Kai goes to the top turnbuckle and looks to end this match, when Chad climbs up and nails hit with a couple of elbow blasts from behind. Chad hits a knee strike and positions himself & Kai on the top rope... and SUPERPLEXES KAI ONTO JOS! Chad floats over Kai, hooks the leg and gets 1...2...3!
WINNER, in 26:31, and STILL Onslaught Champion, Cowboy Chad Madison!

After the match, Chad grabs his title hand holds it high. Kai and Jos have crawled to opposite corners to get to their feet. Chad goes over to each and shakes their hands. Kai and Jos meet mid-ring for a handshake that turns ugly and they are quickly separated by numerous officials.

DK MURPHY© vs. JEREMY PUNSWICK – OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/i]

Puns comes out a house of fire, overwhelming the IC champ with a quick clothesline and then going to work immeadiately with an overhead belly to belly suplex. He covers a stunned Danny for a two count. He then presses his advantage with a gorgeous Northern Lights Suplex that gets another very close two count. Puns whips DK into the corner and hits a series of chops, before DK stuns the LBCW champ with a huge right hand that the referee is too far away to see. European uppercut sends Punswick down to his back and DK grabs the legs and bridges for two, reversed by Puns for two, reversed by DK again for another 2 count. Both men kip up, smile and nod to eachother and shake hands.

For the next several minutes, Punswick uses his speed advantage and technical expertise to try and wear DK down, while DK relies on his power advantage and his conditioning to avoid several close pinfalls. Puns goes to the top and attemps a high cross body, but DK catches him and PLANTS him with a massive powerslam.

DK takes advantage for the next few moments, but Puns shows amazing resilience, kicking out of moves that would have finished off most men. DK picks up the OOWF newcomer and sets him up for the Chomp, but Puns reverses and hooks DK into a cross face chicken wing. DK tries to fight it, but eventually falls back, fading, struggling to try and stay conscious. The referee leans in to take a look and DK is unresponsive. DK's arm drops once..... twice.... and drops a 3rd time just a milisecond after DK barely reaches out to put his foot on the bottom rope. The referee makes the tough but correct call and notices the foot on the rope and orders Puns to release the hold. Punswick argues, believing he won the match, but the referee's decision stands. Punswick picks DK up, looking for a slam, but DK grabs his legs on the way down and rolls him into a small package! 1...2...3 just before a stunned Punswick can kick out.
WINNER in 25:00 – DK Murphy

ALEXANDER DARLING vs. GHOSTHEAD – No Ropes, Raised Ring Scaffold Match

Russ: While our top notch crew is setting up this monstrosity, let us take a look back at the history between these two and events leading up to the OOWF's first ever Raised Ring Scaffold Match.

Dramatic Music starts to play as the following footage displays on the OOWFatron.

DECEMBER 21, 2012 CZECH REPUBLIC

Ghosthead: "Do you love your husband?"

*Black & white footage of the 12/26/12 Mayan Street fight plays showing Firewoman delivering a curbstomp to Ghosthead on a stone tablet.*

Firewoman: "Yes."

*Footage from that same match Firewoman hitting Ghosthead with nunchaku opening a cut on his cheek.*

Ghosthead: "You... disappoint me. The end of this world comes when the blood moon removes herself from the sun's embrace. The appointed hour has past and yet you still cling to your bridegroom."

Firewoman: "I'm over it... I'm all better now."

*Same match Footage... Firewoman climbs the ropes to deliver the BEST FIRESAULT EVER...*

Ghosthead: "You're not better..."

*The Firesault misses as a bloodied and battered Ghosthead impossibly finds the strength to roll out of the way.

Ghosthead: "...you're just in denial."

The match is declared a no contest. Firewoman and Ghosthead both are stretchered out with evil grins on their faces.*

Ghosthead: "In a way... you have freed us both... Now I no longer have to hold back."


DECEMBER 30, 2012 NEW YEARS EVIL

*Footage shows Alex glaring up at Ghosthead who stands on the corner turnbuckle looking down at his opponent*

Russ: "There's no love loss there."
Razz: "None indeed. This is going to be one intense match."

*...Ghosthead crumples a bit... Darling gets him into position and BRAIN! BUSTER! ON THE! CHAIR! We have our first actual wrestling move of the match, and our first attempt at a pin, one...two...NO!! Ghosthead kicks out.*

Russ: "A brainbuster on a chair!! Darling really is sadistic if you've messed with his family."
Razz: "Well, I don't know that Ghosthead is any less sadistic."

*...Alex grabs at Ghosthead's legs to help him up... Ghosthead obliges, helping Alex stand right next to him, right into perfect position for the Vex Vice! He hits the side effect portion and then floats over into the Anaconda Vice... he's putting pressure on Darling's bleeding nose. Darling struggles... he's forced to tap out.*

Russ: "What a battle!"

*After the match... Ghosthead stands triumphantly over Darling and then eventually rolls out of the ring. He goes over to the Portuguese Announce Table to gloat.... The crowd stupidly cheers, so Ghosthead knows something is up, but not what. As he turns around, Darling strikes, wrapping Ghosthead's arm around his neck and WHAM! DARLING DRIVER THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!*

Razz: "I get the idea that the war..."

*Now it's Darling's turn to stand over Ghosthead, until referees and security from the back get in the way, and 'escort' Darling to the back.*

Razz: "...isn't over."

______________________________

The music seamlessly morphs into Red's"Watch You Crawl"
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*Footage shows Ghosthead about to cash in his IO briefcase on Firewoman at the end of the Dance of Death Pay Per View. He stops short of doing it as he exits the ring and runs up the ramp to confront Alexander Darling among a crowd of security.*

Ghosthead: "You can't SAVE her, Alexander!"

*Footage of Alex confronting Ghosthead backstage and his look of hurt when it appears Firewoman, under the influence of the necklace perhaps, takes Ghosthead's side.*

Alex: "...Ghosthead. The Death Knell. The Mayan God of who the fuck cares..."

*Footage shows Alex sitting in the window, near the peak of the clock tower in Mons, Belgium.*

Alex: "... I don't need to save anyone. I don't need to prove a damn thing to you..."

*Footage of Alex standing on the ropes, raining down blows on top of Ghosthead's head.*

Alex: "You talked a lot about fate and destiny a few months back and the fact is none of what you expect to happen, happened."

*A quick cut back to the Mayan Street Fight where Firewoman curbstomps Ghosthead*

Alex: "Because that's the thing about fate, life happens when you're expecting things. Fire ignored your destiny for her..."

*Cut to Footage from Dance of Death... Ghosthead has Firewoman trapped in Phantasmagoria after he lost the match.*

Alex: "And now you want to blame me..."

*Cut back to after the match at Dance of Death. Ghosthead is about to cash in his briefcase on Firewoman but rushes up the ramp to confront Alex.*

Alex: "... blame whoever for your life not following your plans...

*A mass of security step between Ghosthead and Alex*

Alex: "Guess what, I don't care who you think you are... you think you can show up and knock me down? Like I've said before many men have tried, better men than you Jared and I stand. I stand.

*Footage shows Alexander Darling standing over Ghosthead whom he just drove through the announce table with the Darling Driver.*

Ghosthead: "when I awoke on a stone slab, in the middle of a Mexican jungle... ...The cult who had kidnapped and tortured me for weeks lay DEAD before me... ...So to answer your question Alexander... who cares?... I care."

*Ghosthead slams Alex's face into the ringpost.*

Ghosthead: "Many have incorrectly assumed that I tried to exercise some sort of control over your wife, Alex. On the contrary... I recognized the demon that possessed her...

*Footage shows Ghosthead kneeling before Firewoman.*

Ghosthead: "...that still lies in wait. All that crazy was all her. It had nothing to do with me. I merely... served where needed."

*Cut back to Firewoman missing the Best Firesault Ever, as Ghost rolls out the way.*

Ghosthead: "...she chose to spoil everything in favor of embracing you, Alexander... ...Good for you, but that demon is still there, that blight is still on her heart... ...She hasn't embraced it as I have The Ghosthead Killer...

*Footage shows Ghost spewing Black Mist*

Ghosthead: "So I'm free from that prophecy. Free to battle and truly test your wife in combat. You say you don't need to save anyone and yet every time I have your wife in peril..."

*Various times are shown where Alex has come to the ring to prevent Ghosthead from inflicting further damage on Firewoman at the end of matches.*

Ghosthead: "...there... you... are. Saving the day for your wife."

*Firewoman is down behind him as Alex glares at Ghosthead from inside the ring. Ghosthead and Shannon back up the ramp. Ghosthead has his IO Briefcase held high.*

Ghosthead: "Do not fool yourself into thinking that I want anything from you more than for you to... wake.. up."

*Ghosthead and Alex are battling outside the ring.*

Ghosthead: "You think I blame you for her self denial? I don't."

*Alex charges at Ghosthead who has just stepped inside the ring.*

Ghosthead: "You think I want to knock you down and pull you back from the edge of immortality?"

*Alex has Ghost locked in the Money Clip too close to the ropes as the ref calls for a break and Ghosthead rolls out the ring.*

Ghosthead: "...Tell you what. How about we go there together?"

*Ghosthead hits Alex with Spectre's Fall through the announce table.*

Ghosthead: "...No... I don't want to knock you down.."

*Ghosthead hits Alex with the Vex Vice!*

Ghosthead: "I want to push you over the edge."

*A shot of the raised ring on top of scaffolding is shown.

The volume of Red's "Watch You Crawl" goes up and continues to play over highlights from Alex and Ghosthead's match this past Wednesday.

Alexander staggers Ghosthead with a hard right.

Ghosthead nails Alex with a RUDE AWAKENING!

Alex nails Ghosthead with a CRUCIFIX DRIVER!

Alex lifts Ghosthead onto the top turnbuckle and follows him up as they jockey for position on the rope.

Ghosthead wraps Alex in PHANTASMAGORIA!

Alex tries to lock his legs as he pushes Ghosthead away and then lift him up, but as he’s trying that Ghosthead shoots out with a vicious elbow that knocks Alex off balance and he’s about to go flying to the floor but just before he does...*

Alex: "...many men have tried, better men than you Jared and I stand. I stand *Alex rises to his feet and stands on the ledge of the window in the clock tower* here on the threshold of immortality and you want to knock me down..."

Ghosthead: "You think I want to knock you down and pull you back from the edge of immortality?... ... I want to push you over the edge."

*...Alex throws out a vicious kick that nails Ghosthead right in the temple and he goes flying in the opposite direction and both men crash all the way to the ringside floor!*

Alex: "Good luck. You'll fail like everyone before you because I am Alexander Darling, and you, well you're just not."

Ghosthead: "Then you too will know... just like everyone else... wrath... fury..."

*The ref starts his count…he gets to 10 and no one has moved a muscle so he stops his count and quickly jumps out of the ring checking on Ghosthead and Alex in quick succession. He realizes both men are knocked out and calls for the bell and then waves for medical attention.

Russ: "My lord; Alexander Darling and Ghosthead damn near killed each other tonight and that was in an Onslaught match, what’s going to happen Sunday when they are 20-25 feet in the air and are actually trying to send one crashing back to Earth." *

Ghosthead: "...ruin!"

*The scene and music fades on Alexander Darling and Ghosthead both being attended to by medical staff at the end of their match this past Wednesday.*

The bell rings as we cut back to real time on the completed assembly of the scaffolding and raised ring. The structure is surrounded by mats and upright tables. About 3 feet away from each corner there is a tall pillar of scaffolding that holds lighting facing the ring used to illuminate it and a large video monitor pointed at the crowd below so they can view the action in the ropeless ring. The rules of the match are simple. Whoever does not fall from the top of the ring to the ground below is the winner. The loser probably dies, but that is why the OOWF has premium level insurance and waivers signed by each competitor. Speaking of which this match is brought to you by Nationwide Insurance: "Nationwide is on your side." And by Campbell's Go Soups: Because nothing tastes better when you have no choice but to eat through a straw.

The announcer introduces our first combatant as, Sevendust's "My Ruin" begins to play.

White fog billows down the ramp and shrouds the twenty five foot tall ring structure. The crowd boos upon the arrival of Ghosthead. The Death Knell walks out onto the stage and eyes the raised ring. He walks down the ramp carrying his DDT Championship belt. His wife follows him carrying his IO briefcase. Ghosthead arrives at the scaffolding, hands his belt to Shannon, then begins to effortlessly climb up to the ring, foregoing the ladder provided. Once Ghosthead reaches the top he surveys the booing crowd down below and scans up toward the cheap seats that are more level with his position. Ghosthead sits down in the middle of the ring CM Punk style with his hands resting on his knees.

The lights darken and "There Can Be Only One" pops the crowd while Porcelain & The Tramps "King Of The World" plays through the speakers. Alexander Darling walks out onto the stage and is illuminated by a spotlight. The crowd gets louder as the spotlight follows Alex all the way down the ramp to the scaffolding. Alex removes his hood and eyes the structure. He walks all the way around testing the sturdiness of the scaffolding, walking past Shannon and the announcers at their table. Alex settles on a nice spot and climbs the scaffolding, choosing also to forego the ladder provided.

As Alex climbs we take this time to explain how most scaffolding matches are stupid as the combatants spend more time trying to maintain their balance than actually fighting. Not this match. This is a raised ring. It is set securely on top of four reinforced scaffolding posts. There is barely any give. The ring is just a standard OOWF ring except there are no turnbuckles and no ropes. The combatants are free to fight without worry of the structure itself collapsing. Anything goes, no pinfalls, or submissions. Count outs are pointless.

Alex arrives at the top and spies Ghosthead sitting in the middle of the ring, his eyes closed, palms resting on his knees. Alex shuffles sideways around Ghosthead and the ring, CM Punk style and stops, facing the front of Ghosthead, bouncing up and down in barely contained anticipation of the bell. The camera zooms in on Ghosthead's face as he bounces a little, a consequence of Alex's movement on the ring. The crowd noise level is rising in eagerness for the action to begin. The bell rings and we are underway!

Ghosthead opens his eyes upon hearing the bell and Alex maintains his position. He doesn't want to rush Ghosthead because his momentum might carry him over the side. Ghosthead hops to his feet and CHARGES Alex, much to his surprise! Alex side steps Ghost, and assists his momentum by pushing the Death Knell who runs past, JUMPS up and over ONTO THE LIGHTING PILLAR! He turns around quickly, nailing Alex with EIDOLON! Holy Shit! The lighting pillar sways a little from Ghosthead's action, but holds fast. Let's pray that none of them come crashing down onto the audience below, during the course of this match.

Alex rolls over onto his hands and knees and gets a flying knee to his head for his trouble. Ghosthead pulls Alex to his feet by his hair and WHIPS him toward the edge of the ring. Alex falls to the mat and slides to slow his progress. His legs go about half way over the edge before he can scramble to his feet, averting disaster. Alex looks back quickly then turns to face an approaching Ghosthead. He ducks under a punch and returns a hard right of his own! Ghosthead staggers back and Alex advances with a flurry of punches and kicks, the audience encouraging him the whole way.

Alex has Ghosthead backed to the opposite side of the ring and goes for one last kick to push Ghost over the side, but Ghosthead catches Alex's foot at the last moment and holds on, threatening to pull both he and Alex over the side. The weight is too much and Alex falls to the mat as Ghosthead falls over the side! but he has a hold of Alex's leg, preventing The Death Knell from crashing through the tables below. Ghost pulls himself up by Darling's leg as Alex claws at the mat trying to prevent himself from being pulled over the edge! This match is not for the faint of heart, folks!

Ghosthead successfully climbs back up to the ring, as Alex claws his way back up to his feet first. He kicks Ghosthead over onto his back, mounts him, and rains down punches and elbows which are mostly blocked by Ghosthead. The Death Knell eventually turns over giving Alex his back. Alex tries for a rear naked choke, but Ghost carries Alex on his back, to his feet. Ghost starts to back his way toward the edge! Is he crazy? They will both fall! But we believe the strategy was to get Alex to jump off his back, which Alex obliges along with an attempted sweep of Ghosthead's legs. Ghosthead backflips over the sweep but the momentum carries him right up to the edge of the ring!

Ghost swings his arms wildly to regain his balance. Alex charges, but Ghost on instinct hops up, at the last moment and pulls Alex over in a sunset flip, no doubt saving Darling from falling over the edge to a loud gasp from the crowd. There will be a lot of that in this match.

Ghosthead has Alex's legs and attempts a SHARPSHOOTER! But Alex fights it, struggling to keep himself from being turned over. Ghosthead grows frustrated with the effort and opts for a NAIL IN THE COFFIN! (Ghetto Stomp) onto Alex's chest!

Alex rolls over to his side, clutching his chest as all the air is rushed out of his lungs. Ghosthead lifts Alex into position for the HORROR DRIVER! Alex's body crumples the rest of the way to the mat on his back, his breaths labored.

Ghosthead laughs as the crowd boos mightily! The Death Knell looks down at Alex's body then over at one of the corner lighting pillars. He looks down at Alex one more time before heading to the pillar. He jumps over onto the pillar scaffold, then climbs above the lighting mounted there. He looks down at Alex's body on the ring below, and LEAPS into the SPECTRE'S FALL! which MISSES! as Alex rolls out the way at the very last moment to chants of "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

Neither man is moving as the crowd screams for Alex to get up. He starts to stir as he turns his head and stares at the seemingly lifeless form of Ghosthead through half closed eyes. Alex eventually crawls over to Ghosthead, grabs his arm and locks in THE DARLING VICE! This seems to bring Ghosthead to life as he flails his free arm in agony to the delight of the crowd! It's short lived however as Ghosthead somersaults over backwards relieving some of the pressure. Alex attempts to adjust the hold, but Ghost is able to gain his footing. He grabs hold of Alex and in a Herculean effort he lifts Darling up off the mat and SLAMS him down hard on the back of his head in a modified BACKDROP DRIVER that would make Dr. Death Steve Williams proud!

Again neither man moves as the crowd chants THIS IS AWESOME! Clap, Clap, ClapClapClap! Both Alex and Ghosthead roll over onto their hands and knees at the same time. Alex is a little worse for wear and Ghosthead knows this. He grins as he hops up onto his feet and rushes over to lock Alex in the PHANTASMAGORIA, but NO! as Ghost leaps over Alex rises to his feet, carries Ghost up and DROPS the Death Knell in EMERALD FROSION!

The crowd goes ape shit as Alex snarls, rises to his feet and drags Ghosthead to the edge of the ring by his ankles. He adjusts his position and starts kicking at Ghosthead trying to send The Death Knell over the edge. Alex punts Ghosthead's side which has Ghosthead clutching his ribs as his legs go over the side! Ghost makes a desperate grab for Alex's leg, but Alex moves and Ghost grabs at air as he feels himself slipping over the side! A last ditch grab at the edge has Ghosthead hanging twenty five feet in the air by one hand. Ghost looks down below then back up at Alex who stands by Ghosthead's hand with an evil grin on his face. Ghosthead narrows his eyes and yells for Alex to "DO IT!" Alex raises his foot and stomps down HARD on Ghosthead's hand eliciting a howl of pain from The Death Knell! Alex raises his foot again and brings it down but MISSES as Ghosthead pulls his free hand up, grabbing hold of the edge and moving his other hand out of harms way.

Alex drops to his knees and reaches down to pry Ghosthead's fingers loose, but Ghost, with lightening quick speed grabs Alex around his wrist , effectively pulling both he and Alex over the side!

Alex braces himself with his knee and free arm on the lip of the ring edge, carrying all the weight of Ghosthead by his wrist! Ghosthead dangles perilously by Alex's arm as he tries to pull himself up. The weight is too much and Alex slips over the edge! But Ghosthead is able to at the last second grab hold of the side of the ring as he and Alex hang on the edge side by side to loud cries from the crowd!

The two start kicking at one another, but maintain their respective grips. Soon they both shimmy over to opposite corners where they can get their footing on the pillars holding up the ring, and climb back to safety.

Ghosthead gets on his feet and charges toward Alex who charges at Ghosthead in kind. Alex slides under an attempted clothesline, hops up to his feet, turns and is SUPERKICKED nearly out of his boots by Ghosthead!

Alex falls to the mat. Ghosthead walks over and drags Alex by his feet toward a corner lighting pillar. Ghosthead looks down at the gap between the pillar and the ring. He then lifts Darling to his feet and WHIPS Alex at the pillar! Alex at the last moment leaps but slams HARD into the pillar, busting his head open and shattering one of the lower lights! He he falls a foot or two before catching his arm around the scaffolding, preventing himself from falling further!

Ghosthead leaps onto the pillar and climbs down to Alex's position. He elbows Alex on his bloody head which nearly causes Darling to lose his grip! Alex barely gets his arm up in time to block another blow, before he braces himself on the scaffold, lifts his legs up, wraps them around Ghosthead's neck and attempts a kind of reverse HURRICANRANA! Ghost has seconds before he can grab onto the scaffolding and prevent himself from falling backwards to the floor below!

Alex, blood dripping off his forehead, hangs upside down with his legs locked on Ghosthead's neck as a "This is Awesome!" chant fires up again. Alex then pulls himself up, steps on Ghosthead's shoulders and starts to climb the scaffolding back up to where he can jump back over to the ring. Ghost climbs up after him, but gets kicked in the face for his trouble, opening up a nasty gash on his forehead!

Alex hops over to the ring and falls to his knees to catch his breath. Ghosthead climbs up and as he jumps back over to the ring, Alex hops to his feet and NAILS Ghosthead out of the air with a SUPERKICK! Ghosthead falls near the corner of the ring as the crowd goes ballistic!

Alex wastes no time as he signals for DARK DARLING RISING! Alex lifts Ghost to his feet at the corner... BRAINBUSTA! He flips Ghosthead over CURBSTOMP! Blood flows freely from Ghosthead's busted head and nose and spills over the edge of the ring, dripping onto the tables below. Alex springs over to the lighting pillar and climbs! Once he gets above the lighting he leaps for a PHOENIX SPLASH and HITS to the glee of the crowd!

Which turns to horror because Ghosthead was too close to the corner edge! Alex bounces off and SLIPS over the edge, nearly falling completely off, but hanging by both hands on the side! Alex's legs swing in the air as he slowly pulls himself up. When his head peeks over the edge, a bloodied and exhausted Ghosthead, lying on his belly, slowly opens his eyes, finding Alex in perfect position for him to spew BLACK MIST onto Alex's face! Alex loses what little grip he had and FALLS TWENTY FIVE FEET, CRASHING THROUGH A STACK OF TABLES, FLIPPING OVER TO THE MATTED FLOOR!
WINNER in 46:43 - Ghosthead

Razz: "JESUS CHRIST!"
Russ: I don't.. I don't know what to say.

A hush goes over the crowd as medical attendants rush over and clear wrecked, table, debris from Alex's seemingly lifeless body. Ghosthead lies on his stomach, coughing up a mixture of black mist and blood as Shannon and a few more staff hoist up ladders and climb to aid him. Stretchers are rushed down to ringside as a phalanx of staff and officials move quickly to attend to Alexander Darling. Firewoman with tears in her eyes runs down the ramp to ringside but is being held back by officials as medical examines Alex. Stank soon makes his way out also with mixed feelings about the whole ordeal.

Eventually staff have Alex in a neck brace and tied down on a stretcher he appears to be moving a little, as his arm slowly moves to his shoulder where he struck the first table. The crowd upon seeing Alex's movement ERUPT into cheers and applause!

Meanwhile, medical staff help Ghosthead to his feet. Shannon stands under one arm and a medical official stands under the other as they prop him up. Ghost's music begins to play as he groggily stares down at Alex being carried up the ramp on a stretcher, his wife by his side, and surrounded by medical staff.

The crowd boos, but some reluctantly applaud Ghosthead's efforts as well. Ghosthead spies his brother standing at the top of the ramp while Alex is rushed past him. Stank looks up at his brother being held up, barely able to stand. He nods his head and turns around, following the gaggle of people surrounding Alex, to the back.


LD WILLIAMS & STANK vs. STAN FULTON & ECOSYSTEM vs. BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE – Triple Threat Match to Fill the Vacant OOWF World Tag Team Titles

Everyone comes down to the ring in the listed order. Referee Davis Hightower displays the tag title belts to all assembled and they nod. LD and Stank pretend not to see the handshakes happening, whereas Stan participates fully, shaking Bill and Justin's hand before pushing Ecosystem forward to reluctantly do the same. It looks like Justin and Stan are going to start off as everyone else gets to their corners, and we're off.

Stan and Justin lock up, and Stan easily powers Justin into the corner. Hightower calls for the break, and Stan complies. As he backs of he turns his back on Justin who immediately LEAPS onto Stan's back in an attempted sleeper a la Dolph Ziggler, but his is as effective as Dolph's looks. Which is to say not much. Stan turns around, mocking that he's looking for Justin, while Justin sells the hold like a champ, and Bill cheers him on in the corner. LD and Stank yawn, and Ecosystem claps, and finally Stan tires of this, so he backs hard into his own corner tagging in Ecosystem.

Ecosystem leaps over the ropes, as Justin recovers. He sees Ecosystem, and immediately falls to his needs, begging for mercy. Ecosystem kind of digs this, and walks slowly towards Justin, driving him back. Into LD and Stank's corner. Stank motions to LD, and LD responds with a "No, no...you first." So Stank slaps Justin on the back, startling the poor guy, but then he recovers and asks Stank for five bucks. Stank glares at him menacingly, and Justin rolls out to rejoin Bill.

Stank stalks Ecosystem, apparently still remembering things from a few years back. They start to go at it, exchanging blows, some whips and Stank tosses Eco into the neutral corner, with a splash for good measure. He tries to follow up for a running knee, yet Ecosystem dodges. It was of course, Stank's bad knee that jammed into the post, and Ecosystem takes advantage. He chop blocks the other leg, taking Stank down, and then follows with a shining wizard. He falls backward and Ecosystem goes up to the top turnbuckle, but doesn't see Bill sneak around and tag Stank in!

Stank and Eco both look at Bill in shock. Hightower makes the 'tag' symbol and tells Stank to get out. Stank and Eco both protest, however it apparently doesn't matter, today, where the tag takes place, just that it does. Okay, whatever. Stank finally rolls out, and LD shrugs. Bill turns to see Eco, who was still on top of the turnbuckle FLYING at him, with a lariat. We get our first pin attempt for the match, one...NO! Bill kicks out, hard, and goes right after Eco. Lots of blows are exchanged, and finally hits the ropes and comes out with a flying bulldog. Once he's got him on the ground, and into the CUYLER CLUTCH! Ecosystem stretches out to try and reach the ropes, and he doesn't quite make it....He seems like he's getting ready to tap...already? He starts to put his hand down but NO! LD Williams comes in to break it up.

If there's anyone that likes a brawl better than Awesome Bill from Dawsonville, it's LD Williams. And brawl they do. All over the ring, in fact, with Stank keeping busy on the outside making sure neither Stan nor Justin can tag in. Finally, LD's experience wins out at ABFD tries a feint, but LD reads it and knocks him down. LD shrugs, and goes for the pin, one, two...no!

Now that everyone's been in, the rest of the match proceeds as expected, with many near falls. Stank can't stop everyone from tagging in, so eventually people start to move in and out, breaking up pins and submissions. Stank and LD really want this, coming very close at times not honoring the 5 counts, and getting several warnings. Good thing this isn't an Onslaught match. Stan and Eco are solid, and really communicate well. Bill and Justin are....well, Bill and Justin, and while their style is "unorthodox," it keeps the other four guessing.

Anyway, we're back to Justin Sane and LD Williams in the ring. LD starts to go after Justin, who runs. LD starts to chase him but then stops in the center of the ring, watching Justin run laps. Finally, Justin gets worn out, and without paying attention comes face to face with LD. He freezes and LD says, "Boo." Justin climbs in terror to the top of the turnbuckle, and then, he seems to notice where he is and what he's doing. He turns and leaps with the MOMENT OF CLARITY! He nails it and rolls LD up, one..two... NO! LD kicks out and tags in Stank.

Stank comes in and wastes no time going after Justin. Justin doesn't even have time to ask for five bucks. A few one-sided exchanges and Stank has Justin up and on his shoulders for the STANK U. He hits it, makes the pin, one...two...NO! Justin tags out and rolls toward a corner...any corner....and tags in Stan Fulton. ABFD buries his head in his hands.

Now Stank and Stan are in the ring and bets are exchanged for how long the ring will hold. The two exchange big man offense for a while, complete with Very Loud Chops. Fulton sweeps Stank's leg (remembering the bad knee) from under him, goes up to the second turnbuckle and FLIES for THE CRUSHER! One...two...NO! Stank kicks out. Both men get to their feet. Crusher pushes Stank towards the ropes, and suddenly, Stank feels the blind tag from behind and turns to see Awesome Bill from Dawsonville.

Stank raises a hand to punch at him but Hightower again makes the 'legal tag' move and Stank reluctantly rolls out. ABFD gets in and Stan wastes no time going after him. They brawl for a bit, and Bill leaps and hits an ELIJAY EXPRESS! knocking Stan backwards. Bill goes up top and FLIES with a FREEBIRD! He makes the pin, one...two....NO!!!!! Ecosystem breaks it up!

Bill protests, so Ecosystem rolls out and then reaches ve-ry-far into the ring and tags Stan. Since we've allowed all the others, Hightower allows it to, and now it's Eco v. Bill. We have a fairly clean exchange, but Eco is working more stiffly than anyone else has this match, and Bill is on the defensive quickly while he adjusts. He takes about a second too long though, and Eco gets him in a dragon sleeper. Bill is fading, and Eco is not showing any indication of noticing or caring. He gets ready to drop the elbow when suddenly...

DOOOOOOOOOOOOOUGHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWK!!!

The lights go out, and when they come back up, Ecosystem is on his back, Bill is rolling out of the ring, and Justin is standing there. Hightower has no idea what has happened, and Justin looks around, sees his opportunity and takes it. He pounces for the pin, one, two....NO! It's broken up by Stan, and Hightower has had enough of the tag shenanigans. While they are arguing, LD spies his chance and reaches out. Eco just kind of sees the hand and slaps it, not fulling realizing who's hand it is. Hightower sees it and calls it a good tag. Eco rolls out and LD comes in. Justin is feeling empowered by the Doughawk, and begins to rush LD. LD kicks Justin in the gut, sets it up and CANADIAN DESTROYER! He makes the pin, one..two....THREE!
WINNERS in 25:43, and NEW OOWF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, LD WILLIAMS and STANK!!!

MOOSEHEADJACK vs. MATT FOLZ – OOWF Invitational Finals

`”Scarecrow” plays and Moose is out first, he snarls at the fans, then rolls under the ropes into the ring and slumps in the corner. Moose is wearing a black armband with white “WC” written on it, what is that all about? “Battle Without Honor or Humanity” plays next and Matt Folz comes out. He is still rubbing his neck from the attack earlier, Moose just smirks at him from the corner. The fans boo Folz, but maybe slightly less than Moose, either way, the fans would probably be happy to see both of these guys die in the ring tonight. Folz steps between the ropes and glares at Moose. The referee calls for the bell and this one is underway!

As Folz turns to toss his jacket out of the ring, Moose springs to his feet and charges across the ring and NAILS him with a forearm to the back of the head! Folz stumbles into the corner, and Moose grabs him from behind and hits a BACKDROP DRIVER dumping Folz right on the back of his head1 Moose covers and the referee counts two before Folz kicks out. Moose gets to his feet and keeps up the attack, dropping several knees on the back of Folz head. Moose pulls him up, but Folz catches him with a hard chop across the throat, then grabs Moose by the head and slams him in the face with a headbutt. Moose staggers a little and Folz hits a spinning kick to the midsection doubling Moose over, then hits the ropes and catches him with a running knee to the temple. Moose hits the mat and rolls out of the ring to the floor.

Folz follows Moose out of the ring and slams him face first into the Guatemalan Announce Table, then whips him hard into the guard rail. Moose’s ribs slam into the metal and he falls to the floor. Folz waits for Moose to get to his knees, then runs in and slams him in the ribs with another running knee, then rolls him into the ring. Folz climbs to the apron and springs over the top and drops an elbow across Moose’s chest and covers, but Moose kicks out at two. Folz leaves the ring and waits on the apron again, waiting for Moose to stand. Moose gets to his feet, but charges at Folz and hits him with a straight punch to the mouth that rocks Folz. Moose slides out of the ring and sweeps Folz’s legs from beneath him, Folz lands on the back of his head on the apron, HARD, then falls to the floor, where Moose picks up a cord and chokes him with it, breaking just before the referee calls for the disqualification.

Moose pulls Folz to his feet and shoves him against the ring post then charges in, but Folz drops down and drop toe holds Mosoe face first right into the steel! Moose’s head bounces off the steel and he falls to the floor. Folz gets up and tries to stretch his neck out some and visibly winces, then grabs Moose and pulls him up, and we see Moose has been busted open, badly. Folz grabs him from behind and hits an OLYMPIC SLAM on the floor! Matt grabs Moose and rolls him into the ring and slides in after him, but Moose manages to kick out at two.

Folz slams the mat in frustration, then gets to his feet and pulls Moose up, hooks him for a suplex and hits a SLINGSHOT SUPLEX, he covers again, but once again Moose kicks out at two. Folz pulls Moose up once again and tries for a German suplex, but Moose blocks it and catches Folz with a vicious elbow to the side of the head, Moose spins around and rakes Folz’s eyes, then grabs him and hits a BRAINBUSTER driving Folz down on his head. Moose covers, but Folz kicks out at two. Moose takes a minute to gather himself, sitting on his knees staring down at Folz while blood drips from his head onto Folz’s chest. Moose pulls him up and backs him into the corner, then charges in and SLAMS him in the face with a high knee. Moose grabs Folz for a bulldog, but Folz throws him off and Moose crashes to the mat. As Moose gets to his feet, Folz nearly takes his head off with a clothesline, as Moose struggles back to his feet, Folz catches him with a SICK KICK! Moose crumbles to the mat, his eyes glassy. Folz falls him and covers, one, two….THREE……wait, no! Moose got his foot on the bottom rope!

While Folz protests the count, Moose rolls out of the ring and falls to his knees trying to get his head together. Folz reaches between the ropes and grabs Moose by the hair and tries to pull him up, but we now see Moose was doing more than just getting his head together, he has a chain around his fist and he turns and SLAMS Folz upside the head! Folz goes limp on the ropes, and Moose grabs him in a front face lock and pulls him out of the ring, oh no, he can’t…….Moose DRIVES Folz to the floor with a Randy Orton DDT! Folz head slams into the floor and he isn’t moving. Moose slowly hefts him up, grabbing his ribs the whole time, and rolls him under the ropes into the ring. Moose covers, but now it is Folz’s turn to grab the bottom rope just before the three count. Moose gets to his feet and staggers into the corner and starts climbing the ropes, but Folz gets to his feet and catches him, and climbs to the middle rope. Folz and Moose battle it out in the corner with Folz hammering Moose with punches and headbutts and finally nearly knocking Moose to the floor. Folz grabs Moose and lifts him, but Moose fights back. The two of them are perilously balanced on the top, and finally Folz stops trying, and just SHOVES Moose off the top rope! Moose falls from the top and crashes through the Algonquin Announce Table! Without hesitating, Folz climbs to the top rope and leaps at Moose in the wreckage and hits a DOUBLE STOMP to Moose’s chest! Dear sweet Jesus!

But Folz isn’t done, with a snarl on his face, he grabs Moose and pulls him out of the wreckage and drags him to the Polish Announce Table, and hits an OLYMPIC SLAM through THAT table! Moose grabs his ribs and writhes in pain, but Folz doesn’t give him a second to rest. He rolls Moose into the ring and lifts him for a suplex, throw him off and POPS him in the face with a SUPERKICK! Moose’s head snaps back and he staggers, but Folz isn’t done, he lifts Moose in a suplex again, then drops him into a LUNGBLOWER! Moose’s bounces off Folz’s knees and spits up some blood, grabbing his ribs in pain. Folz covers, but Moose kicks out at two. Folz covers again, but again Moose just rolls his shoulder. Folz grabs Moose by the hair and just HAMMERS him with vicious forearms to the face. The referee looks like he might stop the match when Moose manages to reach up and rake Folz’s eyes. Folz rolls off Moose and tries to get his vision back, Moose rolls out of the ring again and collapses to the floor.

Inside the ring, Folz gets to his feet and looks for Moose, he sees him outside the ring and starts to reach between the ropes for him again, but stops, and rolls out the other side of the ring and walks around to where Moose was sitting, and sure enough, Moose has the chain wrapped around his fist again waiting for Folz to pull him in. Folz charges in and catches Moose with a boot to the side of the head, then pulls a table from under the ring and sets it up, then gets a second table and sets it up on the other side of the ring. Folz climbs to the apron and pulls Moose up and pulls him toward him, catches him and hits a RELEASE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX OFF THE APRON THROUGH THE TABLE!

Folz pulls Moose out of the wreckage and rolls him into the ring and covers, but Moose kicks out at two. Folz flips him over and traps him in the STF! Moose howls in pain, but starts inching toward the ropes. Folz breaks that and transitions right into the CROSSFACE! Moose looks like he is going to tap out, but inches closer toward the ropes, as he reaches for the bottom strand, Folz turns it into the RINGS OF SATURN! Moose’s ribs must feel like they are exploding right now. The referee gets in close checking on him, but Moose will not quit. Folz digs his elbow into Moose’s ribs trying to force the submission, but Moose won’t quit. He finally manages to get his toe on the bottom rope, forcing the break.

Folz barks at the referee, then waits for Moose to pull himself to his feet using the ropes. Moose staggers back into the corner and Folz charges in and catches him with a forearm to the face. He grabs Jack and pulls him out of the ring above the second table he set up. Folz grabs Moose by the hair and slams him with a couple headbutts, and yells that this is HIS time, Folz goozles Moose, going for a chokeslam, but Moose reverses it and hits a RANHEI THROUGH THE TABLE! The crowd pops with an appropriate HOLY SHIT chant, and both men are down. The referee starts the ten count, and neither stirs until five, but somehow, miraculously, they both make it into the ring at nine.

The two meet in the middle of the ring, on their knees and trade punches, Folz blocks one of Moose’s shots and hits a spinning back fist that knocks Moose into the corner. Folz pulls Moose up, then climbs to the middle rope and hammers him with punches as the crowd counts along. Moose gets under Folz and is going to try a POWERBOMB but Folz locks his legs behind Moose’s head! Moose staggers out of the corner a step or so, and drops Folz to the mat, but the force doesn’t break it, and Matt grabs Moose’s arm……TRIANGLE CHOKE! Blood spurts from Moose’s forehead as the pressure increases! His face turns bright red but he still won’t quit. The Moose manages to roll forward just slightly, and Folz’s shoulders are on the mat! Moose puts his feet on the middle rope, and the referee counts, one……two…..THREE! Folz realized what was happening a second too late and tried to roll his shoulder, Moose blacks out and loses consciousness!
WINNER in 47:11 – Moosehead Jack

Folz gets to his feet and backs the referee into the corner arguing that Moose was out cold before the three count, but the ref won’t change his mind. Folz is ENRAGED! He rolls out of the ring and grabs another table and slides it in, then sets it up in the corner. Folz drags a semi-conscious Moose to his feet and hits a RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX through the table! Moose crashes through the table and lies motionless on the mat. Folz gets to his feet and snarls at him, then leaves the ring. Some of the fans cheer what he has done to Moose, Folz just flips them off and heads to the back.

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FIREWOMAN© vs. DANNY TAYLOR vs. CHRIS EVANS – OOWF World Heavyweight Title Triple Threat Match[/i][/b]

“Here Comes the Boom!” The crowd erupts as Dynamite Danny Taylor makes his way to the ring, Dashing Victor Deniro by his side. They stop at ringside to acknowledge the crowd, and then shake hands before Danny climbs into the ring. Iron Maiden’s “The Trooper” hits next, and Chris Evans saunters to the ring to a chorus of boos. He stops occasionally to taunt the fans, who are less than happy to see the former champion. Evans climbs onto the apron and waves Taylor back before entering the ring. He poses on the ropes, seemingly enjoying the negative reaction he gets. The lights dim and the crowd surges to its feet as the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion steps onto the stage as Blondie’s “War Child” blasts over the sound system. Firewoman pauses a moment to drink in the cheers, and then heads to the ring. She poses on the turnbuckles before handing the championship to referee Davis Hightower. Hightower displays the belt to the crowd and hands it to ringside. He calls all three competitors to the center of the ring and gives them their instructions, and then sends them to their corners and calls for the bell.

Taylor shakes hands with the champion, and then offers his hand to Evans, who smirks and backs away. Evans takes a seat on the turnbuckles and waves at his opponents to start without him. Taylor and Fire exchange a look, shrug, and then circle and lock up. Fire ties Danny into a hammerlock, but he quickly reverses. Evans comes out of the corner with a super kick, Fire ducks, and he nails Taylor. Taylor releases Fire as he falls, and she springs forward and tackles Evans to the mat. Evans rolls away, but Fire drives an elbow into the back of his head. She pulls Evans to his feet and sends him to the ropes. He ducks a clothesline attempt, rebounds off the ropes, and gets planted with a spine buster by Taylor. Taylor covers, but Evans kicks out at one and rolls to the outside. Taylor gets to his feet, but Fire rolls him up from behind, getting a two count. Taylor powers out and gets up. He catches a kick and throws Fire with a leg-trap suplex. Taylor pulls Fire up and sends her to the ropes. He catches her for a spinning side slam, but Fire reverses it into a crucifix for another two count. Fire rolls to her feet and hits the ropes, nailing Taylor with a dropkick as he tries to get up. She springs off the middle rope and drives an elbow into Taylor’s chest. She tries to cover, but Evans grabs her ankle and drags her out of the ring.

Evans bounces Fire’s head off of the ringpost, and then plants her with a German suplex. He rolls through and pulls her back to her feet. He sends Fire into the ringside barrier, but she gets her arms out and checks her momentum. Evans grabs her from behind, but gets caught by a mule kick. Evans stumbles back and Taylor levels him with a double axe handle off the apron. Taylor stuffs Evans under the ropes and follows him back into the ring. He drags Evans to his feet and stuns him with a forearm. Evans returns fire, but going toe-to-toe with DDT is seldom a good idea, and the big man gets the upper hand in the exchange. He drags Evans to the corner and slams his head into the turnbuckle. The crowd counts along, and once they reach ten Danny lets Evans stumble out of the corner and turns him inside out with a lariat. He covers, but Fire hits a rolling senton over the ropes to break it up. Fire shoves Danny under the ropes and makes her own pinfall attempt, getting two before Evans kicks out.

Fire pulls Evans to his feet and grabs a waistlock, but Evans breaks free with an elbow to the nose. He sees Taylor climb onto the apron and knocks him back to the floor with a running forearm. Evans turns back to Fire and hits a field goal kick to the head. He pins the champion to the mat with a knee and hammers her with forearms until Hightower pulls him off. Evans has some words for the referee before turning his attention back to the champion. He drags Fire up by the hair and sends her into the corner. He follows her in, springs onto the middle rope to drive a knee into her temple, and then turns and plants her with a bulldog. Evans covers, and Hightower counts One…Two…Taylor makes the save!

Taylor hauls Evans to his feet and sends him into the corner. He follows him in, but Evans moves out of the way and catches him with a kick to the back of the head. He gets in a few shots to the kidneys, and then drops the big man with a backstabber. Evans goes to the second rope and drops a leg across Taylor’s throat. He covers, but Fire drags him off at one. Fire pulls Evans to his feet and stuns him with a European uppercut, but when she tries to send him to the ropes he puts on the brakes and pulls her back into a forearm. Evans follows up with an elbow to the jaw and a knee to the stomach, and then snaps the champion over with a suplex. Evans rolls to his feet and ducks a big boot from Taylor, sweeping the big man’s legs while he’s off balance. Evans scoops Fire up and slams her onto Taylor, then pulls her to her feet and pitches her through the ropes. Evans hauls Taylor to his feet and buries a knee in his midsection. He sets him up - Way of the Future! Evans rolls over into a cover and Hightower slides into position and counts One…Two…Thr - Firewoman hits a springboard elbow to break it up!

Fire drags Evans to his feet and sets him up for the Firestorm, but Evans grabs her legs and yanks her off her feet. He rolls the champion over into the walls of Jericho, but she’s close enough to reach the ropes. Hightower calls for the break, but Evans hangs on until the count reaches four. Evans stomps on Fire’s back before hauling her to her feet. He sets her up for the Wave of the Future, but Taylor kicks him in the knee, knocking him off balance. Fire takes advantage and hits a Northern Lights suplex. She bridges, but only gets two. Evans rolls free and gets to his feet. He ducks a clothesline from Taylor and drives an elbow into the back of his head. Evans turns and throws the Eye of the Storm, but Danny catches it and hauls him forward into a huge belly-to-belly suplex. Taylor grabs Evans and sets him up for the Dynamite Drop, but Fire nails him with a dropkick mid move, and Taylor and Evans crash to the mat. Fire goes to the corner - Best Firesault Ever! She hooks both of Taylor’s legs, rolling him up. Hightower counts One…Two…Thr-Evans falls on Fire to break it up just in time!

Fire is first to her feet, and she catches Evans with a kick to the head as he tries to get up. She goes to the ropes and springs off to spike Evans with a bulldog. She rolls him over and grabs his arms - Firestomp! She rolls Evans over for a pinfall, but Taylor returns the favor from earlier and rolls her up for a long two count. Fire rolls to her feet and walks right into a forearm from Taylor. He follows up with several more, and then doubles her over with a knee and lifts her up for a vertical suplex. While he has her in the air, Evans connects with the Eye of the Storm, sending both Fire and Taylor crashing to the mat. Evans dives onto Fire for the cover, but the Champion gets her foot on the ropes. Evans slaps the mat in frustration and gets to his feet. He reaches for Fire, but Taylor slams into him with a shoulder, driving Evans back into the corner. Taylor attacks with forearms and chops until Evans ducks one and hits a chop to the throat. Evans darts behind Taylor and kicks him in the knee, and then slams his face into the second turnbuckle. Evans hops to the second rope and plants an elbow between Taylor’s eyes, and then drives a knee into his throat. Evans drags Taylor to his feet and tries an Irish whip, but Taylor puts on the brakes and sends Evans into the corner. Evans runs up the ropes and leaps at Taylor, who snags him out of the air. Taylor staggers, off balance, and Fire dropkicks Evans in the back, sending both men toppling over the top rope. Evans grabs the ropes and manages to land on the apron, while Taylor hits the floor hard. Evans slingshots himself to the top rope and leaps at Fire, who catches him in mid-air with a dropkick. Evans slams into the mat, and Fire goes to the top rope - BFE! She hooks the leg and Hightower slides into position. One…Two…Three!
WINNER, and still OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, in 37:09, Firewoman.

After the match: Danny Taylor rolls back into the ring as Hightower hands the champion her title. They lock eyes, and Danny offers his hand. Fire smiles and shakes it, and Danny raises the champion’s arm. Evans rolls out of the ring and gets slowly to his feet. He glares at both Champion and challenger as he backs slowly up the aisle when there is a roar from the crowd and we see Moosehead Jack step out from the back. He’s carrying his Invitational trophy and glaring daggers at Firewoman. He makes the “me want belt” motion and points at Firewoman. Firewoman stares up the aisle and starts jaw-jacking with her brother when there is another roar from the crowd and Ghosthead makes an appearance standing in the crowd behind Firewoman. He has the Imperial Onslaught briefcase with him and makes motions towards Firewoman and Moosehead Jack that he has something that can ruin both of their lives. Before Ghosthead can get any closer to the ring though, Danny Taylor is motioning that there’s a line to cross and he’s standing in front of it.

Things are picking up in the OOWF as End of Days comes to its conclusion. Firewoman is still champion, but the number of people pecking at her heels grows by the day and now her brother enters the conversation.

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