Midweek Mayhem (6/19) Live from Blakely Island, Wa

[BookerShark]

FADE in somewhere in Seattle, Washington. Sitting at a coffee shop is The Crusher Stan Fulton along with his attache, Martha Rodriguez.

MR: "I'm just saying, Stan, that you getting involved with the fight this weekend was a bad idea."

SF: "I'm not going to let the Saints of Sinners run roughshod over the OOWF, no matter what Moose thinks."

MR: "Moosehead Jack might be the most dangerous man this company has ever seen. And he has the backing of the General Manager and the cache of being the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion behind him. You might be in over your head this time."

SF: "Wouldn't be the first time I took on more than I was ready for. Remember early on I challenged Firewoman in a non-title match?"

MR: "I remember. Everyone thought you were crazy for taking on that match without it being for the title."

Texpress: (from somewhere back on Blakely Island, Washington) "Championship!"

SF: "And if she hadn't cheated, I would have beat her. She still hasn't ever beaten me without cheating. Same with Moose, same with Stank, same with LD..."

MR: "You have no idea if any of those statements are true."

SF: "OK. You caught me. A bit of hyperbole doesn't hurt anyone. But you of all people know I don't have much of an ego."

MR: "True."

SF: "So when I say I'm as good or better than anyone on this roster, I'm not bragging."

MR: "Go on."

SF: "Then I ask you. Why does Moose think he can just show up and defeat me?"

MR: "I believe you're planning on telling me."

SF: "Because Moose has always thought he was the best. And for the most part he's been right. And if was just me and Moose in that ring, I'm not sure who'd win. Any given night it might be me or it might be Moose. To be honest, probably Moose 60-40."

MR: "So what's your point?"

SF: "The point is he's not in this one alone. He's got Senorita Crazy Pants in his corner. If the White Hats want to take down the Saints of Sinners, we're not going to be doing it by going up against Moose, Stank or LD. They're too powerful, too talented and too established. Now Clio is a different matter."

MR: "You really think the looniest one of the bunch is the weak link?"

SF: "She's the easiest to manipulate. Just take a quick glance at what Moose is doing to her."

MR: "So that's the plan for this week?"

SF: "Depends on if Tommy's up for it. I think we lay the beatdown on Clio and let Moose watch from the apron. I have a gut instinct that he won't lift a hand to help her if there's any chance he's outnumbered. Make some calls to the White Hats. Let's get some backup in place well beforehand. Moose isn't wiping the walls with anyone anymore. His idea to make us cower and run is doing exactly the opposite. We're standing up and fighting for the OOWF. And once you get past Moose, Stank and LD, he doesn't have the best teammates on his side."

FADE

[BookerShark]

As Ghosthead fades into the darkness, Firewoman shakes her head no and follows. Ghosthead senses her coming and turns and prepares himself for an attack that is not coming.

Firewoman: Whatever your reasons, I meant what I said, if you aren't with us, you are against us. You can't stay neutral forever, (she smirks) Trust me on that.

Before Ghosthead can respond, Danny Taylor who had been very slowly following Firewoman comes into the scene. He sees Ghosthead and immediately assumes the worst. Danny rushes forward and inserts himself between Fire and Ghost, pushing a very irate Firewoman back. Ghosthead smiles expecting an attack, and for a moment it looks like Danny is ready to oblige. Suddenly Firewoman whips Danny around and shoves a finger in his face.

Firewoman: What the hell Taylor?

Danny motions towards Ghosthead who gets a disgusted look on his face before taking a deep breath and disappearing into the shadows.

Firewoman: That was a conversation that I had well in hand.

Danny makes the motion of spitting mist.

Firewoman: Then I would have ducked. Look, I am not some green rookie that needs to be protected.

Danny seems to consider this for a minute, and then slowly nods.

Firewoman: And newsflash for you so is Vic.

Danny vehemently shakes his head no.

Firewoman: He is...we all are. You can't protect everyone, and sometimes you need to be protected as well. I get going through rough patches.....believe me, I get that, but this crap has got to stop.

Danny starts to look frustrated and turns to walk away. Firewoman grabs his arm and spins him back to face her.

Firewoman: Get your head in the game Taylor...or someone will do it for you.

With that Firewoman turns off and heads towards the Darling suites as Danny is left standing alone in the dark.

[BookerShark]

**Cut to SFJ#47 sitting on an interview set.**

SFJ#47: "I'm joined today by L.D. Williams for a rare sit-down interview. L.D, thanks for being here."

LDW: "Given the questions you've been asking lately, I'd rather have teh chance to consider my response."

SFJ#47: "Well, let's start with the tough questions then. You recently passed a personal milestone."

LDW: "Yep, I turned forty a couple weeks ago."

SFJ#47: "Has it had any impact on your wrestling, or your approach to wrestling?"

LDW: "Last I checked I was still half of the tag-team champions, so no."

SFJ#47: "-"

LDW: "Fine. Of course it has. This is a young person's game. The further you get from young, the more you consider things like legacy and impact. You wonder - I wonder - if the Saints is the last impression I want to make on wrestling. If I want my kids to see this side of me. I think about that, sure. But funny thing - when I start thinking like that, I close my eyes, and what do think I see?"

SFJ#47: "I'm afraid to ask."

LDW: "Chad Madison. I see Chad Madison mocking me. I hear him say I'm spitting on my legacy. I hear him say that I'm nothing but a lackey. I hear him say...that I'm afraid of him.

It's funny. When Chad and Zane - Phantos and Lucios at the time - came to the OOWF, I was the first to reach out to them. They and I and JW Wesguaard had big plans. Then, at the last minute, Texpress got another offer. Now,unlike some people around here, I'm not going to re-write history to suit my purposes. The offer Texpress got was from Davin Moreland. It was a better opportunity, and they accepted it with my blessing. I don't, and never have, had hard feelings over that. My point is that as soon as they encountered a little success, they forgot about everything I did for them. I became just another victim of their insults.

So yeah, sometimes I wonder if I should hang it up, but guys like Chad remind me I still have some lessons to teach."

SFJ#47: "Speaking of teaching lessons, it seems that the Saints of Sinners have targeted Danny Taylor recently. Can you comment on why?"

LDW: "Well I can't speak for Jack or Lucas, obviously, but I can tell you my motivation. I want Danny Taylor to do what Spin Hansen did once upon a time, what Alexander Darling did, what The Kai is trying to do. I want him to step up. I want him to realize the potential he has. I want him to face us and be better than he's ever been before."

SFJ#47: "Even if he beats you?"

LDW:"...Danny Taylor is better man than I'll ever be. I've never made any secret of that. If, by some miracle, he can become as good or better a wrestler than me, I'll gladly take the loss and shake his hand.

Whether it's the Five, the Saints, or anything else I've done, my goal has always been the same - making other wrestlers better - by force if necessary."

SFJ#47: "So...you're claiming to be the good guy here? That your motives are pure?"

LDW: "Not in the least. I'm motivated by self-interest. When Underdawg left the OOWF, he handed me the yard. A joke to most people, but something I take very seriously. If I do decide to leave here one day, there has to be someone who can take my place. So far, there isn't. Danny could be the one - he should be the one - but I'm starting to wonder is he is.<chuckles> You know, if someone like Chad Madison really wants to get rid of me, he might want to spend a little less time chasing little girls, and a little more proving he's a leader."

SFJ#47: "That off-hand mention of Firewoman's protege leads to the other subject I wanted to discuss - but it might cross a line..."

LDW: "One way to find out. Don't worry, I haven't taken up Canadian Dragon's inverview style."

SFJ#47: "Earlier this week, you and Moosehead Jack disagreed over how the Saints should treat Miranda. You and Stank obviously disagree with Moose over Firewoman. And from what you said earlier, your motives may not be the same as your partners'..."

LDW: "All true."

SFJ#47: "So...are the Saints in trouble? Is there dissension?"

LDW: "Oh look, a line."

SFJ#47: "I warned you."

LDW: "You did....You want the truth? The secret behind the Saints, the secret behind the Five, the secret behind Moose and I coexisting for almost a decade, boils down to one thing...

We don't need each other.

If Jack and Lucas turf me from the Saints tomorrow, if they swear to end my career by any means necessary...I'll show up the next day ready to take them both. They'd both do the same if it happened to them. We are three of the greatest wrestlers this company has ever seen, and we would be that regardless of whether we ever worked together. There's never a need to censor myself. No line to toe. I don't have to pretend to think or feel something I don't to appease or impress them. Jack and Lucas will always always have my back. Not out of duty to the Saints. Not out of fear of what will happen if they don't. But because they choose to.

We don't don't have to agree. We don't have to be motivated by the same things. We don't even need to have the same goals. We are united by something more solid than a worldview, stronger than blood - choice.

Motives change. Goals change. Our brotherhood doesn't. And heaven help anyone who gets in our way."

<fade>

[BookerShark]

*fade-in to Chris Evans*

Evans: Miranda, I have no idea who you are, or where you came from, and quite frankly, I couldn’t care less about either. You should listen to what Fire tells you, though. I’m not one of those guys that’s gonna go easy on you just ‘cause you’re a woman. She knows that one by experience. To me, you’re just another obstacle in my path to regaining the OOWF World title. And if I need to hurt you in order to do that, I’ve got no issue in doing so.

You might think I’m an asshole for thinking that way. Well guess what, sweetcheeks? I AM an asshole. If I feel like putting you in the Ode to Canada and bend you over until I snap your spine, I’ll do it. I get a chance to hit the Way of the Future and give you a career-shortening concussion? Yeah, I’ll do that, too. Might even kick you a few times in the head afterwards if I feel like doing it. Why? It’s simple, really; because I can. Question is, what can you possibly do to stop me? And I’ll answer that one for you. Not a damn thing. I’m faster than you, I’m stronger than you, I’m more talented than you, I’m more experienced than you, *chuckle* I’m better-looking than you, and I’m just all-around better than you. Which isn’t saying much, seeing how I’m better than everyone else in this business, but I digress.

Now, you’re gonna go into that ring, take your beating like a good little rookie, and then, if you’ve got a brain in that head of yours, you’ll keep out of my business.

*fade to black*

[BookerShark]

We see Matt Folz sitting at a candlelit table, wearing a nice dress shirt and slacks instead of his usual Packer shirt and shorts. Jaime McAllister is of course sitting across from him wearing a beautiful new dress:



The camera (but not Jaime) sees Folz hiding a tiny black ring box in his hand, as we pick them up mid conversation.

JM: So what are you going to do?

MF: About?

JM: Fire's whole "if you're not with us, you're against us" speech.

MF: Ignore it, basically. I could not possibly care less about any of the so called "White Hats". Every damn one of them is a God damn hypocrite. I'm the one who's going to win the World Championship and I don't give a shit who I have to beat to get there. I don't want, and I don't need anyone's help to accomplish it. But, I don't want to talk about that tonight, rather focus 100% on you.


JM (Smiling): That's sweet, what did you do?

MF: What makes you think I did something?

JM: Ever since we started dating, literally every single time you've taken me out to eat it's been to a sports bar or at the very least a restaurant with a television prominently displayed. Tonight, you're dressed up, no tv in sight, and a very romantic candlelight dinner. I'm not complaining about any of that, but seriously, what did you do?

MF: Nothing, tonight is a celebration.

JM: Celebrating what?

MF(Stammering nervously): Well, not a celebration yet, I mean I hope it turns into one... I have to ask you something.

JM: Ok?

MF: I love you.

JM: I love you too, but that's not a question.

MF: Kind of leading up to the question I guess... look I know I'm not an easy person to be with. I'm sarcastic, egotistical, self centered, selfish... stop me when you disagree here.

JM (Smiles): Oh, I'll let you know when you said something that's not true. I'd also throw in obsessed with sports to an almost dangerously unhealthy level.

MF: Right. Anyway I'm none of those things...ok, less of those things, when I'm with you. The happiest I am is when I'm with you, just hanging out. I never thought I'd ask anyone this, Will you

Folz is cut off as Awesome Bill from Dawsonville, Justin Sane and Ellie May come up to the table.

ABFD: Manifold, JD Salinger, how ya'll doing tonight?

MF (Through gritted teeth): Kind of in the middle of something here. What in the holy fuck are you idiots doing here anyway?

ABFD: I done promisified Ellie May a night out.

MF: Then what's Justin doing here with you?

ABFD: Where else would he be?

JS: Can I borrow 5 bucks?

MF: I wasn't even planning on tipping the waitress, why would I give your freeloading ass any money?

JM (Loudly and much more rudely than she usually is): Go away please, Matt was about to ask me something important!

Ellie May, being the only one in her trio with a working brain, recognizes what's going on and tries to drag Bill and Justin away but Bill sits down next to Folz.

ABFD: My business manager (Nodding to Justin) and I were going through our PCPL orders for this week and we realized that you're about one of the only people in the doggone Oh Oh Dubbya Eff who hasn't ordered from us. We would like to askify you why.

MF: Gee, possibly because I don't drink any alcohol?

ABFD: Well hell son, I ain't talking about alkehal, I'm talking about the world's finest Pine Cone Party Likker. Here(Pulling a mason jar full from seemingly nowhere) Free sample, on the house.

Bill leans in, accidently knocking a candle over, and holds the jar in front of Folz.

MF: Get that out of my face before I rip your arm off.

ABFD: It's free, won't cost you a red cent.

Folz pushes Bill's arm, causing some of the PCPL to spill onto the table.

ABFD: Look what you've done, you done wasted it. You... you Monster!

MF: The nation mourns, I'm sure. Now get the hell out of here

Ellie May leads Justin and Bill away as Folz just shakes his head.

MF: Sorry about that, where were we?

JM: I believe you were just about to ask me someth....

Jaime looks down at the table and her eyes get wide with fear.

MF: You ok hon? What are you looking at?

Folz looks down and sees the spilled PCPL heading towards the overturned candle.

MF/JM: OH SHIT!

Matt and Jaime hustle everyone out of the restaurant just before the PCPL hits the open flame and the place goes up like kindling. Bill, Justin and Ellie May aren't to their car yet and see everyone rushing out as the fire burns.

ABFD: Damn Manifold, you didn't have to burn the place down.

Folz takes a few steps toward Bill, fully intending to strangle him, when Jaime catches his arm.


JM: He's not worth it hon. He's not worth it. Oh and the answer to the question you never got to ask me is yes.

MF: Yes?

JM: YES!

Folz gets down on one knee and slides a beautiful diamond ring on Jaime's finger, then stands up and kisses her deeply.

Attitude Adjuster (appearing out of nowhere): If you two crazy kids need someone to perform the ceremony for you

JM/MF: GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

AA: Another week appearing in at least one promo, Promo of the Year, here I come. Wooo.

Meanwhile, the Owner of the Restaurant comes up to Bill and Justin.

OotR: Did you two idiots bring a toxic substance into my restaurant and burn it down? You are Banned from here.

ABFD: We're banned from here?

JS: We're Banned From Everywhere!

ABFD: Hot damn, I love it when he does that.

Fade

[BookerShark]

An open letter from Amazing Jos:

Saints of Sinners, there will be no one to protect you 3 from me tomorrow.

Be ready for a war, because i'm planning on dropping some bombs on you bitchez!

Prepare for the end, prepare to be "amazed"!

- Jos

[BookerShark]

(Chloe enters the Saints of Sinners locker room after what looks to be a long night of “training”. She strips off a bloody tshirt over her regular bloody t-shirt with this logo:



Chloe's giggling to herself as she sits in a chair, takes out a file and a jar of powder and a brush, and begins cleaning up her barbed wire branding iron.)

Reverend McLamb and Tommy Milder think they can intimidate the Sinners. We don't intimidate. We don't make false promises, like your plastic Jesus, big man. We deliver.

Nothing is at stake tonight. That means that winning, for the Saints, is optional. Inflicting punishment is mandatory. And I promise you, Reverend McLamb, that you'll wish you'd taken your axhandle to Clio's head rather than her ankles. Though breaking her stubborn head would have been just as difficult. But YOUR head, well, I seem to remember a sledgehammer shot...and a baseball bat to the knees...

(Chloe puts down the tools and picks up the barbed wire crucifix that Moose gave Chloe)

And Tommy, hope those stitches hold together. It would be a SHAME if they were to...BUST OPEN during our match tonight. I owe you for my unscheduled bath last week. I promise that you'll be drowning tonight...in your own blood.

(Chloe falls to her knees, holding her branding iron and crucifix close to her chest.)

Fulton, your faith is no match for our frenzy. Wilder, your parkour is no match for our pain. I serve Jack because of the failures of Clio. But I AM NOT CLIO. I am Chloe. I am a martyr. For the failures of the Neal family to eliminate the scourge of what Jack fondly refers to as THEM. We rid the world of Beth Banner. We rid the world of the twins father. And I will rid the world of as many of them as I can. That includes you, Fulton. That includes you, Wilder.


(Chloe clutches the Crucifix in her hand tighter. Her hand begins to bleed as she lowers her head.)

Moosehead Jack is my leader. I shall not fail.

He makes me to slaughter the innocents, he leads me to stain the waters red.

He hardens my soul. He leads me in the path of destruction, that his name shall be feared.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of White Hats, I shall have no fear, for they bleed.

Thy Bat and my Branding Iron comfort me.

Thou preparest an arena for the slaughter of mine enemies. Thou anointest my head with the blood of the innocents, and it makes you smile. Our cups runneth over with their tears.

Surely evil and vengeance shall I dispense at your command for the rest of my life, and I will dwell in the house of Jack forevermore.

So has it be written, so shall it be, now and forevermore.

(Chloe looks up with anger and fire in her eyes)

Stan Fulton, Tommy Wilder. Your blood will be mine, for the Saints. We will bleed you. And we will end you. Trust me.

(Chloe lowers her head and resumes her meditation as we...)

FADE

[BookerShark]

As Chloe finishes her promo and settles back to her meditation, Wilder walk into the room! Chloe jumps to her feet, grabbing her branding iron, but Wilder kicks it out of her hands and uses a Tai Chi double hand push to send he into one of the large lockers! Before she can react, he closes the door and slides a metal rod in the handle, wedging it shut.

TW: "Look. I'm not here to fight. I don't get off on jumping people from behind, when I can beat them in the ring."

C: "Yeah? What about the little ride last week, Mr. White-Hat Wilder? THAT was real good guy of you."

TW: <Shrugs> Hey - I dropped you in water. Pretty deep too. I could have as easily put you through a store window, or laid the bike down at 90 on the asphalt. Right?"

Chloe shakes the door, trying to get it open.

TW: You know, you got this whole martyr thing screwed up.

Chloe stops shaking the door.

TW: Seriously. A martyr is someone who accepts their fate for the betterment of others. They accept the punishment and consquences of their actions, and allow themselves to perish for it. That' isn't you. Heck, even your patron "saint" - by the way, died without actually fighting for his throne - he preferred to make sure nobody suffered in a conflict over it. Though you DO have something in common - he was killed by his mother so she could complete her own goals. Sacrificed by the person closest to him.

Now, you may be a Yeti short of a Dungeon of Doom, but you aren't stupid. What happens when Jack runs into that inevitable wall that his plans seem to run into? Face it - he might be as psycho as you, smart and pretty much evil when it comes down to it - but he doesn't exactly have a history of being able to keep his plans together. And that usually means whatever army he puts together either walks out, or wises up. LD and Stank both said that if Jack dropped 'em, they would have no problems walking.


Where does that leave you? Martyr? Or Sacifical Lamb?


See, us "white hats" are standing up to Jack becuase we like what the OOWF is. Most of us are either too over the top or too crazy for mainstream feds. OOFW is a place where we can compete on our terms, and win or lose based on how we perform in the ring. Not many wreslters get that opportunity. And Bennet and Moose? They want to put an end to that. Think when Punswick and Carter get told they've hit the limit that Moose and Bennett set they will be happy? Stank and Williams? Would you REALLY be cool being pulled up sohrt on a leash because Bennett said so?

Chloe glares at Wilder, but says nothing.

I know, I know.... "Where is this coming from? I thought Wilder was all 'Duuuuuuude' and 'Awwwesome'. And I usually am.

But Chad and Zane, The Murphy's, Stan, Joe and Firewoman and myself? We don't want those limits. We don't want leashes. We want to wrestle, and do it OUR way on OUR terms. We want to entertain and amaze. And we're willing to fight for that.

Wilder picks up the branding iron - and Chloe goes NUTS trying to get out of the locker!

C: THAT'S MINE! MY JACK GAVE THAT TO ME! IT'S MINE MINE MINE!!

TW: Whoa! I'm not gonna steal it. Just checking it out! Damn, this thing is sharp.

Wilder closes his hand around the barbed wire, and soon blood is running down the handle

TW: Chloe - I've been scarred, burned, broken bones, torn ligaments, and bled for everything I love. For the rush, the adreniline? This isn't anything. Heck, some people might say I have bigger mental problems than YOU.

Wilder pulls off his Sex Pistols T-shirt, revealing dozens of scars, burns and tattoos.

TW: You, Jack, all of the Sinners? You're just another ramp, or curb, or reef. I'll get bloodied, battered, concussed.

But I'll also come back. Again and again. And again.

You may be a martyr, or a sacrifice.


I'm a force of nature, like the wind or the tide. I'm constant, persistent, undeniable and unstoppable.

I'm Tommy Wilder. The OOWF means something to me.

And that means trouble for you.

So let's dance sweetheart - Let's find out who's special brand of crazy wins.



Chloe stares at Wilder, who looks perfectly calm, excpet for his eyes. One blue, one green. Wilder slides the rod out of the lock and walks out the door before Chloe can snap out of it.


FADE

[BookerShark]

Mai and Miranda are chatting after watching a little of the Folz segment on OOWF-TV together.

Miranda: Aww! That was so sweet!

Mai: Jaime’s really nice. I’m so happy for them. I need to talk to her about the wedding…

Miranda: It’s so nice when things work out…I got really nervous when Fire left her ring on the table and left.

Mai: Yes, well…I’ve learned that not all love stories can be perfect. On the other hand, at least he didn’t pull an Edward Cullen and bust her motorcycle up so she couldn’t get away.

Miranda: Ha! Yeah….Twilight is so stupid...

Mai: …yeah.

Pause

Mai: Okay, count of three. 1, 2, 3—

Mai/Miranda: TEAM JACOB!

Miranda: Seriously? Yay!

Mai: I mean, yes, he’s clumsy with affection, but Jacob is trying to save Bella’s life! Even Stephanie Meyer has said that Jacob has no tragic flaw besides being an adolescent teenager.

Miranda: Right! Edward is sooooo controlling, and it’s icky because he’s actually so old! I mean, I get that he’s kind of frozen as a teenager, but still, it’s icky!

Mai: I mean, the important takeaway lesson regarding abuse is—

Stan Fulton walks into the scene.

Stan: Mai—you ready for your defense tonight?

Mai: Oh, um, yes, I’ve been preparing for Jason—

Miranda: We’re talking about Twilight!

Stan: …

Mai: …um, see…

Miranda: We’re both on Team Jacob!

Mai: …

Stan: …I’ll just leave you be.

FADE

[BookerShark]

OOWF Midweek Mayhem
Live from Blakely Island, Washington
Wednesday, June 19th 2013


Banned from Everywhere vs. The Word & Ghosthead vs. Kai & Poe

The referee calls for the bell and demands two competitors in the ring. Bill and Justin both try to start out but the referee has to explain that only one of them can be in. While Bill argues with the referee Justin steps out and The Word steps in. Bill tries to shake hands with the silent man, but he just stands there. Bill keeps trying to talk to him but he never reacts or responds. Bill steps back to talk to Justin and tags him in. Justin walks up to The Word and waves his hand in front of his mask, pokes at him, and stands in front of him to look in his eyes. The Word grabs Justin by the throat and picks him up for a huge Chokeslam! Justin bounces half way across the ring and Poe tags in. The former champion is still a little mobility impaired but he engages in a slugfest with The Word and forces The Word into the ropes, throws him across the ring, and The Word ducks an attempted clothesline and tags Ghosthead before eating a HIEROGLYPH. Poe goes for the cover but Ghosthead springs to the top rope and drops a knee across the back of Poe. Ghosthead and The Word keep Poe tied up in the corner working on his back and legs. The referee is not able to keep up with what Ghosthead and the Word are doing to Poe because he has to keep The Kai and Awesome Bill out of the ring, and has to deal with Justin asking for five dollars.

Poe finally fights his way out of the two on one situation in the corner and tags in...Awesome Bill? The big hillbilly gives it his all for a minute until Ghosthead caches him with a clothesline that sends him into next week. Or at least flying into The Kai's corner who tags himself in. The Kai gets in about three licks of a house o'fire before attempting a REEF BOTTOM on Ghosthead who throws him off and hits an Eidolon and takes The Kai down. Ghosthead stomps a mudhole in The Kai before picking up The Kai and hitting a HORROR DRIVER. As Ghosthead stands up The Word tags himself in and picks up the Kai – Repentance! The Kai is out! The Word picks up The Kai and holds his head with one hand...THE HAND OF GOD! The referee doesn't even let this one go a bit before calling for the bell.

WINNER in 13:33 – Ghosthead and The Word

The Word looks down at the Kai as Ghosthead heads up the ramp, his Imperial Onslaught briefcase in hand, as Poe tends to his fallen partner, and Bill and Justin try to figure out what just happened.


Chris Evans vs. Miranda

Chris Evans makes his way to the ring first, mocking the heavily booing crowd. He climbs into the ring and stretches in his corner as Firewoman’s rookie protégé, Miranda, steps onto the stage. She receives a warm welcome from the fans and poses on the turnbuckles, acknowledging their reaction. Referee Junior Hale calls both wrestlers to the middle of the ring, gives them their instructions, and calls for the bell.

Lockup. Evans with a go-behind into a hammerlock. Miranda drives an elbow into his nose. Evans staggers back, but hangs on to the arm. Miranda turns in his grip and pulls him off balance. She grabs him for a belly-to-belly suplex, but he claps his hands over her ears to break. Miranda stumbles, and Evans sends her to the ropes. She ducks under a clothesline and hits the opposite strands, but runs right into a dropkick. Evans pulls Miranda up and shoves her into the corner. Evans attacks with forearms and kicks, leaving the rookie wobbly. He starts an Irish whip, but pulls her back into a knee to the stomach and snaps her over with a suplex. Evans springs to the middle rope for a lionsault, but Miranda roll out of the way. Evans sees it and lands on his feet, but a leg sweep takes him to the mat. Miranda springs to her feet and sprints for the ropes. She nails Evans with a dropkick as he sits up, and then grabs his arm and rolls him over. She tries for a curb stomp, but Evans pulls himself free. He rolls to his feet and Miranda pounces on him, shoving him into the corner. She drives her shoulder repeatedly into his midsection and sends him across the ring. She follows, but Evans puts on the brakes as he reaches the corner and catches her with a back elbow. She stumbles back, and Evans hops to the second rope and drives an elbow into the top of her head. Evans grabs Miranda’s legs and starts to tie her into a sharpshooter, but she sits up and punches him in the face. Evans releases her legs and stomps her into the mat. Evans pulls Miranda up and stuns her with a forearm, then sets her up for a DDT. Miranda blocks and grabs him around the waist, reversing into a northern lights suplex. She bridges, but Evans kicks out at one.

Both wrestlers are up, and Evans grabs a headlock. Miranda shoots him off and sets herself for a backdrop, but ducks her head a moment too soon and Evans stands her up with a kick to the face. Miranda staggers back, and Evans levels her with a lariat. He drags Miranda to her feet and tries to set her up for the Way of the Future, but she breaks free and staggers him with an elbow to the nose. Evans moves back in, but kicks him in the side of the head, then pirouettes and drives the heel of the same foot into the other side of his head. Before he falls she grabs his arm and winds it. She sets up the Desecrator, but Evans drops to the mat and pulls himself free. He rolls to his feet, and Miranda knocks him into the corner with a jumping knee. She attacks with chops, and then climbs the ropes, looking for leverage as she continues her assault. Evans blocks a punch, hooks Miranda, and reverses into a power bomb. He drags Miranda to her feet - Way of the Future! Junior slides into position and counts One…Two…Three.

WINNER, in 12:46, Chris Evans.

After the match: Miranda sits up, clearly distressed by the loss. A smirking Evans grabs her by the hair from behind and drags her to her feet. He sets her up for a second Way of the Future, but pauses to jaw with the fans. As he does, the crowd’s boos turn to cheers as Firewoman sprints down the aisle and slides into the ring. Sensing the changing of the odds, Evans releases the rookie, drops to the mat, and rolls out of the ring. He backs up the aisle, never taking his eyes off of Fire as she checks on her student.



Drink & Destroy (Murphy’s Law & Danny Taylor) vs. DEA (Firewoman, Alex & Alexis Darling)

Drink and Destroy is announced first, and they come out to a nice sized pop from the crowd. The Murphy’s look ready to go and turn to look at Danny who nods in agreement. They do the group fistbump, and then make their way to the ring slapping hands with fans along the way. Firewoman and the Darlings come out next to a roof shattering pop, bringing massive smiles to all three faces. They do some fistbumping of their own, and even pause for some quick photo ops with the fans. This one looks to be a straight forward old school fun match. Firewoman looks to start for her team, and she points across the ring motioning for Danny to kick it off with her. Danny looks to do just that when DK cuts him off motioning that he has it. Danny still attempts to push past him, but Daniella pulls him back to the apron. Firewoman shoots a questioning look to DK who just shrugs and holds out his hand for a shake. Fire smirks and shakes it drawing another small pop from the crowd, and we get the bell to send this one underway.

They lock up, and DK uses his strength to get an early advantage, but Fire has the experience edge, and is able to capitalize on the smallest hesitation, to take over and bring him to the mat. DK is able to power back up, and for the next several minutes that seems to be the general flow of the match. Both teams make quick tags keeping fresh allies in, with D&D using their size and strength edge, but the Darlings and Fire using experience and speed to counter. Neither team has a definite advantage, and the crowd is eating it up as they are getting quite the show. Every time that Firewoman is tagged in, she motions for Taylor, but one of the Murphy’s always seems to step up instead, and Danny is visibly getting frustrated, getting a taste of his own medicine from last week.

Finally, he is able to get a blind tag on Daniella, but she does not realize it and continues her bounce off the ropes towards Firewoman. Alex sees this happening, and enters the ring cutting her off, this brings DK in, and the three of them end up tumbling to the outside of the ring. Alexis takes this opportunity to leap from the top turnbuckle with a huge flying plancha that takes all four to the ground, and gets a nice Holy Shit chant from the crowd. Danny is distracted by this and heads towards it to check on his teammates. Firewoman is still legal and leaps onto his shoulders and pulls him into a victory roll. The ref makes the count, and Danny kicks out a second too late.

Your winners via pinfall in 13:13 DEA

As a stunned Taylor sits on the mat, Firewoman smirks and holds up one finger “One move, you really should have kept your head in the game Danny.” With that she turns and heads over to celebrate the win with the Darlings, pausing to shake hands again with the Murphy’s getting cheers from the crowd who appreciated this friendly wrestling match.


Matt Folz vs. Christian Carter

Russ: Folks, this next match should be very interesting. Matt Folz, who claims he's going to be the man to end Moosehead Jack's reign as World Champion takes on one of Moose's associates in the Saints of Sinners Christian Carter.

Razz: You have to wonder if Moose and Bennett put this match together to see if Carter could injure Folz.

Russ: One also has to wonder if Folz's recent engagement to Jaime McAllister might take away a bit of his focus.

Razz: I don't think so Russ. I talked to Matt earlier this afternoon, he has assured me he's still a hundred percent focused on becoming the next OOWF World Champion.

Russ: Let's head down to the ring.

Soulfire starts up and Christian Carter heads down to the ring to a chorus of boos. The boos are equally loud as the aptly titled "Battle Without Honor or Humanity" plays over the loudspeaker and future OOWF World Champion Matt Folz makes his way to the ring, as usual completely ignoring the crowd. The bell rings and this one is underway.

Folz explodes across the ring and levels Carter with a powerful clothesline. Release overhead belly to belly suplex sends Carter flying. Folz starts stomping hard on Carter, before picking him up and hitting a picture perfect Brainbuster. Folz pulls Carter up by the hair, looks in his eyes and says "Tell Moose he can't duck me forever" before slapping him in the face. Folz hits a running powerslam, then heads up top. Frog Splash misses as Carter just moves out of the way.

Folz is first back to his feet, and goes to pick Carter up, but Carter hits a low blow that the ref dosen't see. Carter takes over on offense now with a Death Valley Driver, followed by a spinning neckbreaker. Vertical suplex is followed up by a standing side slam. Carter goes out to the apron and springboards back in with a legdrop. Carter backs up, waits for Folz to stagger to his feet and then hits a beautiful enziguri right to the back of Folz's head. Carter sets up for the Fall from Grace, but releases it as we see Alexander Darling come down to ringside. Alex gets up on the apron and gets right in Carter's face, as the two argue about what is the best podcast on the Flawedcast Network. As the two argue, Folz sneaks up from behind and hits an ANGLE SLAM! Folz covers, looking to steal this one, but Carter kicks out at 2.99.

Short arm clothesline sends Carter back down, and Folz goes up top looking for a moonsault. But now Darling gets in HIS face and the two long time Sopranos fans argue about what the best episode of the series was. A distracted Folz doesn't sense Carter getting back to his feet, sneaking up behind Folz and powerbombing him off the top rope. Fall from Grace connects and Carter covers with his feet on the rope, just to be an asshole. 1...2....3.

Winner by pinfall in 8:35, Christian Carter.


Texpress & Amazing Jos vs. Saints of Sinners (Jeremy Punswick, Stank, & LD Williams)

Texpress and Amazing Jos come to the ring first. They climb the turnbuckles and Jos holds up his Onslaught championship and the crowd roars. Stank, LD and Jeremy Punswick are announced next and the cheers quickly turn to boos. They slowly walk to the ring and step between the ropes. LD and Stank go nose to nose with Chad and Zane and slowly take their titles off and hold them in the air. Lots of jawing there. Punswick and Jos also go nose to nose, the old LBCW rivals are quite familiar with one another. Stank says something to Zane and Zane shoves him, LD turns and sucker punches Zane, and the fight is ON!

LD and Zane trade chops and punches while Chad and Stank slowly circle one another. Punswick and Jos are already out of the ring hammering one another with anything not nailed down. The referee quickly realizes this one is going to be hard to control so he calls to the back and several refs run to the ring and order is restored, with Jos and Zane on the apron on one side and Punswick and LD on the other. Chad and Stank glare at one another. Chad claps for the crowd and Stank charges in and catches him with a forearm to the jaw that sends the Texan staggering back to the corner.

Stank charges in, but Chad gets a boot up sending Stank staggering backward. Chad climbs to the top rope and tries a cross body block, but Stank catches him and hefts him onto his shoulder and tries a running slam into the corner, but Chad slips over his shoulder and shoves Stank into the corner, Stank slams into the turnbuckle sternum first and staggers backward, Chad springs off the middle rope and connects with a drop kick that sends Stank to the mat. Chad covers, but Stank kicks out before the referee can even count one.

Chad pulls Stank up and tries to whip him to the ropes, but Stank puts on the breaks and pulls him back into a SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE. Stank holds onto Chad’s arm and drags him to the Saints corner and tags in LD. Williams comes in and hops to the middle turnbuckle while Stank slams Chad down on his knee. LD leaps and drops a knee across Chad’s chest sending him to the mat. LD covers, but its not a real cover, it just gives him a chance to grind his elbow into Chad’s face. Chad frees himself and sits up, LD gets up and lands a series of stiff kicks to his back, then slams him back down to the mat and drives several knees into the side of his head before tagging in Punswick.

Punswick lets Chad get to his feet, then kicks him in the gut and hits the ropes and takes him to the mat with a swinging neck breaker. JP covers, but Chad kicks out at two. Punswick pulls Chad to his knees, grabs his head and slams him in the face with several knees. He pulls Chad up and shoves him into the Saints corner, then charges in with a YAKUZA KICK to the face. Madison staggers out of the corner, but JP grabs him from behind and hits a snap German suplex, dumping Chad right on the back of his head for another two count.

As Punswick pulls Chad to his feet again, Chad fires a couple shots into Chad’s midsection, but Punswick stops him with a spinning backfist to the side of the head. Punswick calls for the EXTINCTION LEVEL EVENT and hauls Chad up in the air, but JP ventures a little too close to the corner and Zane reaches out and slaps Chad on the back. Before JP can drop Chad, Zane comes in behind him and bounces off the ropes and nearly cuts JP in half with a SPEAR! Chad struggles to his feet says something to Zane.

With Punswick on the mat, Zane grabs his legs and CATAPULTS him right into a SUPERKICK from Chad! Punswick staggers backward and Jos grabs him from behind and hits a LUNGBLOWER! Punswick pops back to his feet, pretty well out of it and stumbles forward, right into a CODEBREAKER from Zane! Punswick staggers back and falls against the ropes, the Texans line up and hit a TRIPLE DROPKICK to send Punswick over the top rope to the floor! They climb the turnbuckles and celebrate, and the crowd eats it up!

Stank and LD come back into the ring and pull Chad and Zane off the ropes and an old fashioned brawl breaks out (come on, you KNEW this was going to happen). Chad and Stank resume hostilities while Jos and LD fight it out. Zane grabs Punswick from the floor and pulls him onto the apron, but JP GUILLOTINES Zane sending him staggering back into the ring. The six men brawl all over the ring, multiple referees are still trying to maintain order in this one. Jos nails Stank with the OH EM GEE, then follows that with a FALCON KICK! Stank staggers and falls to the corner. Before Jos can take advantage of that, LD grabs him from behind and throws him out of the ring to the floor. Zane catches LD from behind with a BOOMERANG sending the Canadian to the mat.

Zane grabs LD and pulls him to his feet and sets him up for the CANADIAN DESTROYER! But before he can hit it, Stank charges in and nearly DECAPITATES Zane with a CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! LD gets to his feet and he and Stank grab Chad and launch him over the top rope to the floor. Punswick pulls Jos out of the ring and the two of them brawl around ringside. Stank pulls a dazed Zane to his feet and lifts him onto his shoulders, LD climbs to the top rope…..DROPKICK DEVICE! LD covers, but Chad slides back into the ring to break it up at two.

Stank, LD and the Texans end up outside the ring tearing into one another. Amazing Jos is on his feet in the middle of the ring, he sees Punswick getting up on the outside of the ring and gets a running start and DIVES between the ropes at JP, but JP swings and CLOCKS Jos upside the head in mid-air! Jos goes down like he’s been shot, and we soon see why, JP has a roll of quarters in his hand. Jos is OUT COLD! Punswick hefts him up, rolls him into the ring, shows some impressive strength in lifting basically dead weight, hitting the EXTINCTION LEVEL EVENT. He covers, and this one is academic, one, two, three.

WINNERS in 20:08 – The Saints of Sinners

The second the bell rings, Moose, Chloe and Christian Carter storm the ring and attack the Texans and an unconscious Jos. Tommy Wilder, Stan Fulton and the Murphy’s come out as well and soon enough a full scale brawl is going on. The PHWF locker room empties keeping chaos from breaking out and soon enough order is restored.



Intercontinental Title Match
Mai Muyo © vs. Jason Allen

oth competitors get nice ovations from the crowd as they make their entrances. We get a handshake and a bell. They lock up, and Jason drives Mai back into the corner. She fires out of it with some chops and hits a spin kick. She sends Jason into the ropes and connects with a Back Handspring Enziguri! Jason hits the mat hard and Mai covers for a 2 count. Allen kicks out pretty quickly, and Mai goes right back on the offensive. She hits Jason with several elbow strikes and hits an implant DDT. She jumps to the ropes for a Lionsault, then pulls him into a sitting position for a Shining Wizard! Jason ducks the kick and Mai hits the mat. Allen pulls her up and after a couple of punches, levels her with a neck breaker. And she gets to her feet, Jason comes running with a knee strike to the head. He pulls her back up and runs her into the corner.. CHAOS THEORY! Allen bridges the suplex and gets 1…2…NO! Mai manages to escape.

She crawls to the corner to pull herself up, and Jason scoops her up and slams her into the turnbuckles. He holds on and ties her up in a Tree of Woe! He backs up, gets some momentum, and hits a high Angle Dropkick! Mai flops to the mat and Jason lets her pull herself up on his legs, setting her up for a Powerbomb, but YOU CAN’T POWERBOMB MAI MUYO! She hits the face plant and beats Jason to his feet. She blisters his chest with two stiff kicks, then hits a Lung Blower! Mai covers 1…..2…..No! Jason gets back to his feet and catches Mai’s body press and drops her over his knee with a back breaker. He climbs to the top rope.. 450 Splash.. NOBODY IS HOME! Mai rolls out of the way JUST in time! She kicks Jason a couple times, and drags him over another corner and climbs up herself… SAVIOR SPLASH! AND NOBODY IS HOME! Allen avoids contact and kips to his feet. He climbs out of the ring and waits on the apron for her to get up.. SPRINGBOARD FOREARM! Jason connects, then drags her into position and climbs the ropes… JOKER’s WILD! He pulls her in and looks for the Royal Flush! Just as he starts to lift her up, Ghosthead’s music begins to play and there is a cloud of smoke on the stage. Jason loosens his grip, staring at the stage, waiting for Ghosthead to appear, when Mai sweeps his legs and starts to wrap him in a Sharpshooter. Jason kicks her away, and Mai hits the ropes and delivers a vicious kick to the head as Jason is getting to his feet. Mai snags his head. THE END IS HERE! She covers and gets 1…..2…..3!

Winner, in 13:27, and still Intercontinental Champion, Mai Muyo.


Saints of Sinners (Moosehead Jack & Chloe) vs. Stan Fulton & Tommy Wilder

”Bloodstains” by Agent Orange leads out Tommy Wilder. Mister High Energy is just that as he makes his way to the ring.

Then “The Crusher” by the Ramones informs everyone that The Crusher Stan Fulton has arrived. He’s got his axe handle over one shoulder and the fans are cheering both Wilder and Fulton as the two go over last minute strategy in the ring.

The lights dim and the overhead speakers play “Scarecrow” by Ministry. Chloe comes through the curtains and holds them open for OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Moosehead Jack. Moose heads to the ring behind a skipping Chloe, who is singing, but the mics don’t pick up what is being sung.

Moose climbs in the ring, slumps in the corner and Referee Junior Hale gives out the instructions and instructs Chloe to leave her branding iron out of the ring. Fulton climbs onto the apron and Moose rolls under the bottom rope. Hale calls for the bell and Wilder and Chloe start things off.

Wilder goes for a collared-elbow hookup, but Chloe scoots around behind him and slaps the back of his head. She giggles and skips around Wilder. Wilder tries again and again Chloe avoids the hold and this time kicks Wilder in the ass.

Wilder’s smile and amusement is fading quickly. He goes over to his corner and tags in Fulton. The big man smiles and climbs into the ring. He sticks out his hand, turns it palm up and gestures for Chloe to come to him. She sticks out her tongue and tags in Moose.

Moose looks mildly annoyed and climbs in the ring. He moves right up to Fulton and asks if he “wants some of this.” Fulton starts to turn away and turns back with a haymaker right hand that knocks Moose on his keister. Moose smiles and climbs to his feet.

Moose and Fulton start wailing away on each other with fists, forearms and elbows. Moose gets the better of it and pushes Fulton to the ropes and whips him across the ring. As Fulton comes back, Moose hits him with a HEART PUNCH! Fulton stops, looks at Moose, cocks his head and drops like a felled spruce.

Chloe is in the corner begging to be tagged in. Moose obliges and Chloe leaps to the top turnbuckle and flies off and drops and elbow right onto Fulton’s chest. More heart trouble for Fulton that doesn’t involve too much red meat. Fulton is clutching his chest and Chloe jumps to her feet and dances around the writhing Crusher.

Chloe stomps and kicks Fulton, especially in the head. She drops another elbow onto Fulton’s chest and tags in Moose.

Moose comes in and tries to get Fulton to his feet, but he’s just so much dead weight at this point. Moose tries a cover and Fulton kicks out at two, probably on instinct alone. Moose drags Fulton over to a corner with some effort and climbs onto the second turnbuckle. He goes to drop an elbow onto Fulton, but Stan lifts his leg straight up and Moose’s chin catches Fulton’s boot. Moose drops to the mat and Fulton starts to crawl towards the sound of Wilder’s voice.

Moose makes it to his corner first and Chloe leaps over the top rope and races towards the opposite corner, but she’s just a scoshe too late and Fulton makes the tag to Wilder. Chloe puts on the brakes and Wilder gives out a primal scream and he’s the proverbial “house o’ fire.” Chloe takes the brunt of it, but Moose comes in and eats an enziguri.

Wilder races up one of the neutral turnbuckles and flies off onto Chloe with a cross body block. The two barely land on the mat and Wilder is up pulls Chloe to her feet and tosses her into the corner. He hits a CAFFEINE RUSH! He helps Chloe fall and goes over and tags in Fulton.

Fulton slowly climbs through the ropes, grabs Chloe by the back of her bloody T-shirt and throws her to her own corner. Moose stares daggers at Fulton and reaches through the ropes and tags himself in. He climbs in and it’s on. Once again Moose and Fulton wail away on each other. Bad blood is flying all over the ring.

Moose again gets the better of it again and eventually hits a spinning chop to the neck on Fulton and Stan struggles to get some air. Moose smirks and casually walks over to Chloe and tells her, “Finish him.” But he doesn’t say it all stupid like Ryback does.

Chloe comes in and Fulton surprises her by jabbing a thumb to her eye. He tags in Wilder and Tommy sidesteps a charging Chloe and she crashes into the ring post. CHAOS THEORY! Tommy’s up and he grabs a woozy Chloe and gets her up in a fireman’s carry. Wilder climbs up the ropes in his own corner. As he’s doing so, he tags Fulton.

Wilder gets to the top rope with Chloe as Fulton helps Wilder balance. BASE JUMP! Chloe is out and Wilder catches an incoming Moose and both tumble to the floor. Fulton’s legal and he climbs to the second turnbuckle. The crowd yells “One more!” and Fulton smiles and ... OH MY GOD. Fulton climbs to the top turnbuckle. He’s having trouble balancing there, but hold it long enough for what he needs. THE CRUSHER off the top rope!

Chloe’s flattened and this one’s over. Fulton covers. ONE! TWO! THREE!

Your winners, in 18:42, TOMMY WILDER AND STAN FULTON!

Wilder and Fulton don’t waste any time celebrating and roll out of the ring before the rest of the Saints can even show up to dole out retribution.





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