Midweek Mayhem (9/18) Live from Grant, Iowa

[BookerShark]

OOWF Midweek Mayhem
Live from Grant, Iowa
Wednesday, September 18th 2013


Sadistic Madness
Saints of Sinners (Moosehead Jack & Christian Carter) vs. Danny Taylor & Alexis Darling

Onslaught Rules Tag Team Match
Amazing Jos & Jason Allen vs. Saints of Sinners (Stank & Jeremy Punswick) vs. Pretty Hate Machine (Firewoman & Miranda)


Ghosthead vs. Mai Muyo
Alexander Darling vs. LD Williams
Chris Evans vs. Matt Folz
Chad Madison vs. Stan Fulton
Ecosystem vs. Zane Myers
Banned from Everywhere vs. Murphy's Law
Tommy Wilder vs. The Word



Card subject to the arena being turned into a baseball field because if you build it, they will come.

[BookerShark]

Loud noises of destruction can mean only one thing, and that is Firewoman trashing the Darling Luxury Suites.

FW: WHAT THE FUCK, DAVIN! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE AT RINGSIDE.

DM: You TOLD me to stay behind and help Miranda focus.

FW: HOW THE FUCK LONG COULD THAT POSSIBLY TAKE?!

DM: AS LONG AS IT....look...calm do--

FW: I AM NOT CALMING DOWN! hit a fucking Stank U on me after the match......SO MUCH FOR RESPECT, HUH LUCAS?

DM: Fire....I saw your earlier conversation with what I'm going to assume was Patrick...I mean I didn't see him but--

FW: SO?

DM: So how many days?

FW: I dunno...I ...um...

DM: HOW MANY FUCKING DAYS, FIRE!?

Fire looks over into an allegedly empty corner.

FW: Six. SO? I don't need them. I feel FINE.

The INC pans around the room to show a level of destruction we haven't seen in quite a while.

DM: Goddammit, you are supposed to take them. Lucky set an alarm on your watch, where is it?

FW: In the trash.

DM: Why...for the love of God....is it in the trash?

FW: BECAUSE IT'S BROKEN! Much like Stank's kneecaps will be when I find.....where is your Trusty Rebar?

Fire goes violently rifling around things, turning them over and throwing them out of her way haphazardly. Davin occasionally has to duck.

DM: How is it broken?

FW: Because, Davin, I smashed it with a hammer.

DM: ....you....wait....I think I know the answer to this...but just for shits and giggles...WHY did you smash it with hammer.

FW: BECAUSE IT KEPT FUCKING BEEPING LIKE EVERY SIX HOURS!!! It was annoying.

Davin starts laughing because what the hell else is he going to do?

DM: I am so out of practice with you. It's kinda like Mickie except Mickie is smaller and MAKES MUCH MORE SENSE THAN YOU DO!

Davin punctuates this by catching a decorative glass bowl that has been lobbed his way and throwing it back at Fire. Fire ducks but not soon enough and it hits her arm and shoulder, and shatters. She's bleeding a little, but she doesn't actually notice or care.

DM: HA!

FW: Whatever.

Firewoman finds a Clangy Pole.

FW: This will have to do.

DM: Where are you going?

FW: JUST DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT!

The door slams behind her. The phone rings a few minutes later and Davin hits it on speaker phone.

DM: WHAT?

Lucky: How's it goin'?

DM: Great...just great....

L: The broom and dustpan are in the--

DM: Oh, shut the fuck up.

Davin hangs up by throwing the phone against the wall. We Faaaaaaaade.

[BookerShark]

<Fire is storming down the hall toward the Saints of Sinners locker room snarling at the world in general. She rounds the corner and there stands Moose>

FW: Move

MHJ: No

FW: MOVE!

MHJ; No

FW: Dammit Jackie if you don't......

MHJ: If I don't what? If I don't let you go storming into the Saints locker room, into a four on one beatdown you are going to do.....what exactly?

FW: It's not four on one. I am going to kick Stank's ass, and LD is going to stay out of it, and if Punswick and Carter have a problem with that, I will kick THEIR asses too

MHJ: Uh huh. You don't really believe a word of that

FW: I believe I am going to kick the shit out of Stank for attacking me after my match......or are you just protecting Stank because you don't think he can fight me off?

MHJ: You don't really believe THAT either

FW: DON'T TELL ME WHAT I.....

MHJ: Look, just turn around and go the other way. Or go to the training room and kick the shit out of some kids. Stank attacked you after the match, fine, it's wrestling, that happens. We are not getting involved, but if you go in there and try to jump him, you KNOW we aren't going to sit by and do nothing, and as bad ass as you may THINK you are, you KNOW you can't fight off five on one

<Fire just looks at Moose>

MHJ: He's my brother too

<Fire stands there for a moment contemplating her next move. As the siblings stand there, Patrick walks up to them and stands and stares at them. Fire and Moose look at one another, then at Patrick, Patrick just nods, then turns and walks away silently>

FW: FINE, but Stank better watch his.....rather ample.....ass during his match next week

MHJ: a fat joke? Really?

FW: <as she is walking away toward her locker room> THAT TOTALLY SPARKLES WITH ME!

<Moose shakes his head and heads toward the Saints locker room, and we fade>

[BookerShark]

*Davin catches up to Fire...and Moose...before everyone leaves*

DM: Oh hey.

MHJ: ...

FW: ...

DM: You have my pole.

FW: *eyes it, and then Davin suspiciously*

DM: Gimme my pole.

FW: ...

MHJ: It's his pole.

FW: I didn't ask you.

DM: It's mine. Give it.

FW: No.

MHJ: Give it to him.

FW: NO!

DM/MHJ: Dammit Lisa...

FW: *is about to protest, but then has a giggle fit. Well, for her* Fine. *Gives Davin the pole* You two... *points to both of them*

DM: ...

MHJ: ...

FW: You're funny.

DM: Take your pills.

FW: *points to Moose* He says I'm not broken.

DM: Let's ignore the whole "Where did he get his medical degree, exactly?" thing and move right on to the "He spent half of last week talking to a mirror while covered in blood" thing. This is who you're taking your mental health advice from.

MHJ: You know, I could hit you for that.

DM: You could.

MHJ: ...

DM: ...

MHJ: Take your pills, Lisa.

FW: WHAT?!??!

MHJ: Seriously, just do it, or he'll leave. I know that quitter look.

DM: Not quite how I remember it.

MHJ: I'm being charitable.

DM: You need a nap.

MHJ: And where did you get your medical degree from?

DM: University of Phoenix. Got my Law degree from ITT Tech.

MHJ: *stares*

DM: ...

MHJ: Lemme guess, 50 Grand in unmarked and non-sequential bills, and sign a form for each?

DM: Law was two forms.

MHJ: ...

DM: ...

MHJ: Maybe I'll take a nap.

DM: Just a short one.

MHJ: Fine. Hey, do you know what time it is?

DM: *peers at the watch on his wrist* It's 5.

MHJ: *smirks his smirkiest smirk* K then.

*He leaves*

DM: *takes the watch off his wrist, grabs Fire's arm, and attaches it on there.* I see you with this off again, and I am leaving. And you can be sure that Fireniece won't be around any unmedicated psychos.

FW: *predictably agitated before acquiescing* Fine.

DM: I'm not fuckin' around, Squirt. You do this right or I won't be around to watch you fall apart. Are we on the same page?

FW: *grumbles*

DM: You made EUGENIO call me. Fuck that guy!

FW: *smirks a similarly smirky smirk to Moose* Have a good talk?

DM: Seriously, Fuck That Guy.

*They start walking back toward the locker room*

DM: Also? Fuck you.

FW: *sighs* What now?

DM: You told me to get Miranda focused. I got Miranda focused. I'm not your fucking Da-da. If you want me at ringside, you either say nothing, or you tell me to be at ringside. If you want me to take you seriously as someone who can make adult decisions and act rationally, then you should probably do it occasionally.

FW: You know, I don't appreciate your tone.

DM: And I don't appreciate being treated like a little bitch, either, Fire. You want to win a Fireslam? Are you serious about it? Then you'd better stop with the me me me selfish child act; and take your shit seriously. Otherwise, we're both wasting our time.

FW: I won tonight.

DM: Congratulations. And you've got a 3-way Onslaught Rules tag match. You don't win, they're not going to keep giving you "prove it" matches, ok? You're back of the line with Awesome Bill.

FW: So we'll win. You don't have to be an asshole about it.

DM: That's reality, toots. And you'd better join us on that plane real soon, or your Fireslam dreams will just be yet another delusion.

FW: Don't call me, toots.

DM: Then don't waste my fucking time. If you want to be treated like a child, you get Lucky back here, and he'll kiss your ass and coddle and enable you. If you want to be treated like an adult, and the champion that you used to be, then do what I tell you. It's that simple.

FW: You kiss your mother with that mouth?

DM: There's a lot you don't know about me.

FW: Did we get those out of the way?

DM: Think so. Go read your binder.

FW: What about Miranda?

DM: I'm going to go through her binder with her, because she's still a rookie and needs her hand held. You shouldn't.

FW: *starting to look really annoyed* What makes you think you fucking know everything anyway? This attitude sucks.

DM: I've been Miranda's manager for 2 weeks. She's improved more in those 2 weeks than she has the entire time with you. You can disagree with that assessment, but it's a fact. She'll be ready Wednesday. Will you?

FW: *watch beeps* See? I hate this fucking thing. I don't take pills at 5.

DM: No, but you do at 8.

*Camera shows the Dukes of Hazard watch said 8:00*

FW: Oh.

DM: Binder!

FW: Fine!

DM: And less weights, more cardio!

FW: No!

DM: Do it!

FW: NO! I know what-

DM: What you're doing? You sure about that? You've got a tag partner to consider too. Just remember, I don't tell you to do anything without a reason.

FW: Whatever.

DM: Don't believe me? Ask Alex.

FW: ...fine, I will.

DM: Good.

FW: GOOD!

DM: Fine.

FW: FINE!

DM: Binder.

FW: AHHHHHHHHHHH!

*She storms out, Davin starts messing with his as-yet-unsponsored tablet.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

Stank - You should have let her in.

*Moosehead Jack spots Stank sitting with his back to him over by the bar in The Saints locker room. He walks over and sit on the empty stool next to the big man.*

MHJ - Accomplishing what exactly?

Stank -

MHJ -

Stank -

MHJ - You're not drinking.

Stank - I'm warming up to it.

MHJ - Look this thing between you and my sister...

Stank - There ain't no thing. I'm just going to whoop her ass at Hell On Earth.

MHJ - I believe you. Tuning her up though after the match last night...

Stank - Hell Moose, I didn't write the match.

*Kayfabe sticks her head in the door and, but stops short of entering when she sees Stank giving her the one finger salute.*

MHJ - I was going to say you're doing the right thing big man. I hate to say it but it's always been easy to get in her head.

Stank - I wasn't trying to get in her head. I was genuinely pissed. She thinks what I did was disrespectful? What about that fucking curbstomp, huh?

MHJ - What about it?

Stank - You don't do that to opponents you respect. Up to that point I had wrestled her straight up. She couldn't wait to try and rub my nose in it when she attempted it the first time. I can handle anything else she throws at me, but the curbstomp has always been a fuck you move.

MHJ - It's a move like any other.

Stank - No. No it's not. Bah.. you think I'm trying to get in her head? She's already gotten into mine. I need that match at Hell On Earth just as much, if not more than her. I could give a damn about the rest, but Lisa Darling is going to RESPECT... me. 

MHJ - Did you have to say "Darling?"

Stank - Fucking Onslaught rules. You KNOW why she chose that kind of match.

MHJ - Gives her the best chance of winning.

Stank - You gotdamn right... but you know what else... It gives me the best chance of proving her and the rest that I'm better.

[BookerShark]

The scene comes up in OOWF medical, where Daniella Murphy is getting looked at by trainers. A pissed off DK, and a sad Danny Taylor stand watching. The trainer gives Dee the ok, and walks off as the boys join her. Danny makes the symbol for sorry, but Dee shakes her head.

DEE: No need Danny. This was not your fault, we all knew this was the route Moose would take, he's nothing if not predictable. Anyways, him and his buddies didn't take me out, and I'm itching for some payback.

Dee looks to DK who nods his head and the two get up, apparently heading for the Saints. Danny blocks their path and motions for both of them to stop, and for the moment, they do.

DK: Come on Danny, you know they started this, if we let them get away with it, we just look weak.

Danny chuckles a little and shakes his head no. He nods towards the door, and then places his hand palm up and taps on it.

DEE: Maybe it is playing into their hands, but what else should we do.

Danny taps on both their heads. He then makes an outline of a square, and mouths the words be better. The Murphy's think about this for a bit, and DK's expression changes to one of understanding, and he nods. Dee still looks a little pissed, but she relents.

DEE: Okay Danny, we try it your way.....for now.

DK: Regardless, where is Vic? Is it safe for him to be alone right now?

Danny just smirks, as the camera cuts away. It comes back up on the roof of the arena where we see a door open, and Dashing Victor Deniro walk out into the cool night air. He shivers a little and pulls his coat a little tighter. He starts making his way towards the end of the roof, and we see over his shoulder the outline of a feminine form in a hoodie with her back to us.

DVD: Hey babe.

Female: I told you not to call me that.

The woman turns
around and pulls back the hood, and we see it is Alexis Darling.
Alexis: You don't call, you don't write, I'm beginning to think you no longer care.

Victor looks confused at this and just looks around.

DVD: Huh? We just got together for a breakfast date this morning.

Alexis just shakes her head.

Alexis: You used to have a sense of humor Vic.

DVD: Yeah, well, Moose.

Lexie's smile quickly turns to a frown.

Alexis: Yeah...Moose. How's Daniella?

DVD: She's tough, and young. She will bounce back quick from this. We both know this was just the beginning. It will get worse, and with you teaming with Danny this week, your are right in the crosshairs.

Alexis:(smirking) I'm a Darling. I'm always in the crosshairs.

DVD: (smirking a little himself) Fair enough, but still, Danny's had a rough year, but he's finally him again. Moose and Carter will try to ruin that anyway they can. Who knows what they will try. During this match I need you to W..

Alexis: If you ask me to watch out for myself, I'm going to smack you Vic.

DVD: Actually I want you to watch out for Danny. He won't go to their level, and that may be his downfall.

Alexis: Or it may be his strength. (she pulls her hoodie back up) But don't worry Vic, no one ever accused me of being the poster child for the white hats.

FADE

[BookerShark]

FADE in at the food court, South Avenue, Level 3, Mall of America. Sitting at a table are Mai and Junichiro Muyo and The Crusher Stan Fulton.

E: “I don’t know if I can ever get used to this.”

MM: “Oh c’mon, Juni. This is fun. I’ve never been in a shopping center this large.”

E: “It’s just so... commercial.”

Fulton just smiles as Mai and Juni discuss the merits and flaws of the American economy. Fulton stares over the rails to Nickelodeon Universe theme park in the center of the Mall. The overall buzz and drone of the thousands of people is like a white noise generator. Fulton finishes his meal from Ruby Thai Kitchen while Mai and Juni finish their Johnny Rockets burgers.

SF: “OK you guys. I’m going to go walk around. I’ll meet you back here in a couple hours. Then we can get going to Iowa.”

Juni and Mai agree and Fulton walks off. He ends up in the Vikings Locker Room store on the 1st level.

SF: (to himself) “Hmm. Maybe I can find a wedding present for Matt and Jaime here. Wouldn’t that just drive him nuts.”

Before Fulton can go in the store, he’s accosted by a reporter from KSTP-TV.

KSTPR: “Mr. Fulton? Can I have a word?”

Fulton looks skyward and then turns to the reporter.

SF: “What can I do for you?”

KSTPR: “I covered the match last night in I-Falls. I was wondering why you put your career on the line?”

SF: “When he reached the New World, Cortez burned his ships. As a result his men were well motivated.”

KSTPR: “What does that mean?”

SF: “It means I have no going back. There are now only two possible outcomes on the 29th. I either walk to the back an OOWF Grand Slam Champion or I walk out of the OOWF.”

KSTPR: “So you’re not worried about ending your career?”

SF: “Not at all. Frankly, I’m tired. It’s been over three years struggling to be relevant every week. My promos are suffering, my in-ring work is suffering. I’m well off financially. So no, if I have to walk away at the end of the month I’ll be okay.”

KSTPR: “No regrets?”

SF: “Of course I’ll have regrets. I’ll regret I never won a singles match via pinfall while Intercontinental Champion. I’ll regret not holding the World Heavyweight Championship either longer or more often. I’ll regret not being able to make a tag team with Mai or Ravenna successful.”

KSTPR: “And if you do win?”

SF: “Maybe I retire anyway. We’ll see. I think my work to bringing Juni around is just about done. There’s not much more I can do from this point forward. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get the happy couple a pair of matching Adrian Peterson jerseys.”

Fulton turns into the Locker Room store as we FADE.

[BookerShark]

Alexander Darling, Davin Moreland, and Dr. Sidney Freedman are SITTING~! in the Darling Luxury Suites around a wooden coffee table.

Dr.F: So...two days?

AD: Yeah...

DM: This is normal?

AD: Kinda. If she needs her space, she takes it *he shrugs*

DM: You don't call her?

AD: I can, it's kind of pointless though. She won't answer. If she's not here by tomorrow I will.

Dr.F: You are awfully calm.

AD: Freaking out doesn't help. Besides, she's fine. I would know if she wasn't. And we went from Minnesota to Iowa, there's not much opportunity for getting into trouble.

DM: Have you met your wife?

Firewoman walks in. Alexander does look relieved.

FW: Of course he has...and yeah, there is like NOTHING to do on the route, but I did manage to find this little place that...

Her voice trails off as she sees who all is there.

FW: Aw, fuck, intervention time again?

Dr.F: No, Fire, I was just checking in. I will be traveling with the OOWF for a few months. I have a meeting right now in fact with new GMtheNate.

FW: Ah..cool...

Dr.F: And we'll be able to have our sessions face to face in the same room instead of Skype, and we'll discuss your adherence to your pharmaceutical regimen.

FW: Greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeat....

Dr.F: Gentlemen..

They nod as Dr. Freedman leaves. Fire flops down.

AD: You look tired. Did you sleep at all?

FW: A little...

DM: You know what you didn't take with you?

She holds up the wrist with the watch on it and waves it around.

FW: Yes, I did, Davin. It beeped and was annoying.

DM: Yeah, I know you have that. You didn't bring what the beeping was for.

FW: I totally did!

DM: Show me.

There's a pause. Fire sighs and slumps in her chair.

FW: You're right, I forgot them...but it wasn't on purpose.

DM: Uh huh...try again.

FW: Fine....look....I ... can I wait until after Hell on Earth?

AD: Why?

Fire sits up.

FW: Because I HAVE to beat Stank. And I am feeling so energetic right now--

DM: That's called mania.

FW: But when I take those...like the first few weeks there's side effects and they make me sluggish and then he will totally capitalize on that. I PROMISE that after Hell on Earth I will take them RELIGIOUSLY. Cross my heart.

Alexander and Davin look at each other.

DM: Well?

AD: Nope. Lying.

FW: WHAT?

Davin leans over in his chair into Fire's face, which does NOT make her happy.

DM: I know what you're taking and it does NOT have those side effects.

FW: But--

AD: Also, crossing your heart?

Fire crosses her arms and slumps back down in her chair. Alex and Davin kind of share a look wondering if this is the end of it. Fire looks away from them both and appears to be blinking a lot. Maybe tears.

DM: Are you crying?

AD: *who is clearly way more affected by this than Davin.* What is it, Li...

FW: It's.....

Fire's voice catches. Alex reaches out and takes her hand.

AD: C'mon...you know it's safe to tell us....

FW: I...it's....it's the only way I can see him.

DM: Who?

FW: Patrick.....I mean I can feel him there when I'm on them, and I know everyone thinks he's just a hallucination, but he's not. He's real, and he looks just like he did before I....before he....I just like seeing him...I didn't realize how much I missed him. It's like once I remembered, there was this big hole in my life, and now that I can see him again....it's filled. Please, guys...don't take that away from me.

Fire looks from Alexander to Davin with big tears rolling down her face. Alex is visibly affected and reaches up to wipe a tear away.

AD: I... I dunno Davin....what do you think.

DM: Hm....she's good.

AD: Very.

FW: *sniff* huh?

DM: But not that good. Fake.

FW: WHAT?

AD: Totally...sorry hon....Take your meds. And maybe go take a nap.

Alexander leans in and gives her a kiss on the cheek, then sits back.

FW: But--!

DM: ENOUGH! Do you know what Stank wants? You out of control is something Stank CAN and WILL capitalize on. Start taking them. Today....Now, in fact.

FW: But I need--

DM: YOU NEED TO TRUST ME! I PROMISE you, Fire. If Stank thinks you've gone all loopy he will use that against you and he will beat you in 15 seconds. Flat. DO IT!

There's a build up of tension in the room. A battle of wills is going on between Fire and Davin. Finally, Fire gets up unexpectedly and starts to flip the coffee table over, but it wasn't so unexpected because Davin is on his feet a split second before her and stomps a big boot on top of the table, so it slams back down to the ground. Fire stares daggers at him, and storms off into her room, slamming the door. Davin sits back down. There's some demolition like sounds coming from the bedroom.

AD: Glad I skipped on the glass coffee table.

DM: Me too.

AD: Think it'll work?

DM: As angry as she is right now, if she keeps it up...I wouldn't want to be in Stank's boots.

AD: Yeah...just think, after this, Mickie's teenage years should be a breeze.

Davin nods and we faaaaaaaaaaade.

[BookerShark]

*Daniella Murphy is pounding on the heavy bag while DK works the speed bag. After DK stops, she continues her assault*

DK: Time for a break.

*Dee fires off one more combo, then stops*

DK: Feeling OK?

Dee: Physically, sure.

DK: But?

Dee: We gave our word to Danny that we'd do it his way, but it ain't easy.

[BookerShark]

FADE in downtown Duluth, Minnesota. Walking the streets is The Crusher Stan Fulton. He makes is way to Canal Park and enters Grandma’s Sports Garden for the Vikings game. As he finds a table near the back, he’s ‘accosted’ by a local reporter.

LR: “Mr. Fulton? Can I join you for a few moments?”

SF: “Sure. The game isn’t for an 30 minutes or so and by all analysis, the Bears have already won.”

LR: “So, first. Why aren’t you in Iowa? You have a match Wednesday.”

SF: “Well after Mai, Juni and I were done at MoA, I thought to myself, I could go to Iowa and sit around watching the corn grow or I could come back home, eat at the local restaurants I like, watch the game here and drive down Tuesday. My house here has a gym and I have a ISDN line to the OOWF studios for match video. So here I am.”

LR: “You face Chad Madison on Wednesday. Your thoughts?”

SF: “My thoughts? Chad is a great wrestler. He can segue between tag team and singles wrestling very easily. Going to be a great match.”

LR: “And two weeks from today you face he and Zane for the OOWF World Tag Team Championships in a two-out-of-three fall titles-versus-career match.”

SF: “Sure am.”

LR: “Nervous at all?”

SF: “Nah. Like I said before, I’ve done all I need to in this business and at Hell on Earth I’m going to get the best shot I’ll ever have at those championships. So if I’m not destined for them now, I’ll never get them. So why continue?”

LR: “OK. Thoughts on the Vikings game?”

SF: “This weather will at least help remove the passing game from being as important then if it was good weather. The Vikings have the better running game if their front line can block. It sucks that Felton’s out for PED use, but AP has run without a fullback before. Soldier Field isn’t well maintained and they keep their grass long to stop opposing running backs. AP has to be able to run in the muck. If he can, we’ll make it competitive.”

LR: “Final score?”

SF: “Chicago 18, Minnesota 12.”

LR: “Really?”

SF: “I’m a realist Vikings fan. Until both the O-line and D-line can show they’re going to step up, we’ll be lucky to be 5-11.”

LR: “Matt Folz must be giggling.”

SF: “Matt and I root for different teams. He roots for my team’s rival and I root for a team his team could care less about. So there’s some natural animosity there. But it’s all good. We’re passionate about our sports. And our wrestling.”

LR: “Prediction for Hell on Earth?”

SF: “Salvation takes the OOWF World Tag Team Championships in two straight falls.”

LR: “Thanks for your time, Mr. Fulton. Enjoy the game.”

SF: “You’re welcome. And thank you.”

Fulton orders some wings as we FADE.

[BookerShark]

<we cut to an empty Destroyitarium that has clearly been damn near destroyed. All that remains untouched is the bar. We have no idea where Danny, the Murphys and the rest are, but it is clear that they are not there. LD Williams comes out from one of the adjoining rooms, carrying Shotglass>

LD: It's empty

<the camera turns and we see Moose and Stank standing there. Without a word, Moose walks behind the bar and grabs a fifth of Everclear and dumps it all along the bar>

MHJ: no one listens. Everyone thinks we are out to destroy the OOWF. We said we were going to burn this place down, and no one has taken five seconds to realize that we have done what we set out to do. We have exposed the White Hats of the OOWF as nothing more than frauds. They resort to the exact same tactics we do when threatened, but claim they are fighting the good fight. They want to see something burn? Well now they will

<Moose pulls a zippo from his pocket and hands it to Stank>

MHJ: You did all you could do destroy Drink & Destroy. YOU are the one who made it's legacy, you and Capslock. Danny, DK, Daniella.....they are all living off what YOU built, riding YOUR coattails. You gave them the chance, and they continue to shit on your legacy. Lucas......the Saints are going to burn this place to the ground, and I want YOU to light the fire

<Stank stands and stares absentmindedly for a moment, then holds up the zippo and lights it and stares at the flame. he looks at Moose>

MHJ: Do it. They took Chloe from us.....take this from them

<Stank snarls and tosses the zippo on the bar, igniting the Everclear. Within moments the bar catches and the fire spreads. The Saints stand and enjoy their work for a moment before the smoke starts to build. Moose laughs maniacally as they walk away and we fade>

[BookerShark]

The camera comes up in a burned wreck. We see bits and pieces of tables and stools, half a dartboard, several broken bottles, and just general disarray. Dynamite Danny Taylor stands in the center of it, looking around. He lets out a deep sigh, and slowly moves around the scene, the camera following his view. We see Dashing Victor Deniro and Ashley sifting through the ashes, randomly picking up and tossing aside old relics and mementos. Ashley picks up a semi melted chunk of metal that could have once been a replica trios belt and looks to Vic, who just shakes his head no, and she tosses it to the side. The camera continues to pan over, and we see the Murphy's shoving the remains of a jukebox out of the way. After they do that, DK reaches down and comes up with a singed, but otherwise still intact picture frame. The camera zooms in and we see it's a photo of OBJ, ELS, and DDT the night they won the trios belts. DK shows it to Daniella, and she smiles. The camera comes back to Danny, as Spencer walks up to him with Shotglass in her arms.

Danny reaches down and scratches the scared pooch on it's head. He then looks to Spencer and raises an eyebrow.

Spencer: LD.

Danny thinks for a minute and then nods in understanding. At this point, the other members of the group come over and join them. Everyone exchanges glances with each other, before Ashley breaks the silence.

Ashley: This was our home. Why? What does this prove?

The group exchange looks, and it's Dee that speaks up first.

DEE: It proves exactly what we've already known, for all their talk, all they rely on is cheap fear tactics. We tried it your way Danny, now it's time to do it theirs.

DK: She might be right, this was uncalled for. It makes no statement, it serves no purpose. There has to be retribution.

Danny and Vic exchange looks, and Danny just shakes his head no. Vic raises an eyebrow. Danny again shakes his head no. He motions around and shrugs his shoulders. Danny then points to each and every member of Drink and Destroy present, and then grips his hands together.

DEE: What is that supposed to mean?

DVD: He's saying that all of this was just stuff, it's all of us that make it a home.

DK: That sounds nice in theory, but what do we do in the meantime?

With that Danny walks over to a nearby toolbox, he reaches in and pulls out a hammer and some nails, he then walks over to some nearby lumber and grabs it and starts putting it together. The rest of the group watches him in silence for a minute before looking to each other and nodding. Dee looks to DK.

Dee: I don't like this, and I don't necessarily agree with it.....but I understand why he needs this.

DK: Our time will come sis.

DVD: It will, but not because they decide it's time for us to burn, but because we've decided it's time for us to shine.

Ashley: Your damn right.

Ash and Vic do a fist bump and head over and start trying to sift through what's left of the bar area as DK and Dee grab shovels and start clearing out ash and charcoal. Spencer walks over to Danny still holding Shotglass, who wimpers slightly.

Spencer: You are making a nice gesture, but you have to know this is only going to piss Moose off more.

Danny stops for a minute and thinks about it. He uses his hands to make some fake antlers, and shakes his head no, he then taps on his chest and shakes his head yes. Spencer smiles, leans in and gives Danny a little peck on the cheek.

Spencer: And that's why we love you.

Danny walks off, with his tools still in hand to start his rebuilding, as he does the camera zooms in on Spencer, who has a look of fear in her eyes.

Spencer: (under her breath) I just hope it doesn't get you killed.

FADE

[BookerShark]

SFJ – Tommy, this week you have a match with The Word.

TW – Word.

SFJ - Yes.

TW – Yes what?

SFJ – That's your opponent. You know, really big, all in white, powerhouse?

TW – Oh yeah. Word.

SFJ – Right.

TW – What?

SFJ – What? <Sigh> OK, never mind.

TW – You started it!

SFJ – About the match…..

TW – Gonna be interesting. This dude is big and strong and knows how to use that power, that's for sure.

SJF – You what's your plan?

TW - Plan? Is this your first day?

SFJ – No! I've been here for, well…

TW – Just messing with you. "The Plan" is simple. I'm going to be Tommy Wilder. I'm going to push it to the limit, and see if he can keep up. No quit. No brakes, no limits. Been that way since day one.

SFJ – You do take a lot of chances.

TW – Life's a chance. You take a chance when you get out of bed, eat your toast, or text while you're driving – which is STUPID. Bigger chances, bigger rush, bigger reward. And I'm gunning for one of the biggest rewards in the OOWF, so I gotta go bigger and bigger every match. Hey, and it is a trip!

SFJ – So you are chasing the OOWF Championship again?

TW – Never stopped! Moosie may think I'm out of the picture – but he ain't exactly in control right now. Folz, Ghosthead, The Murphy's, Danny…. He's got a lot of people chasing him. All while trying to keep his grip. And you can see it man – he is slipping. His plan to remake the OOWF to his liking isn't exactly working out. His loose cannon is on the bench, LD and Stank are now chasing titles, not holding them, and Puns and Carter are hanging at the top of the ramp, waiting on El Moose-o to tell them to bail or roll. And it's all got him running as hard and fast as he can, looking over his shoulder to see who is catching up.

But remember guys – when you keep looking back – you forget to look up.

No quit, no brakes. No limits….

No gravity.


Bombs away, dudes.


SFJ – Word.

TW – What about him? He's gonna be one tough opponent!

SFJ - <Sigh>

[BookerShark]

Fire is standing, watching the folks who normally hang out at the Destroyitarium rebuild. She is surprisingly quiet...serene, even. She turns and quietly walks back to the Darling Luxury Suites. She walks through the living area, then back out, carrying a large metallic canister. She sets it down to put on her leather jacket, and check to see that her Zippo lighter is in it. Quorras comes in from the other room.

FW: Hey.

Q: Hey...what is that?

FW: Huh? Oh...Kerosene.

Q: I see....where did you get that?

FW: My room.

Q: Um...okay, why do you have it?

FW: Never know when you might need some.

Q: Do you need some now?

FW: Well, I have it, don't I?

Q: Isn't it kind of dangerous for us to be carrying that around from place to place?

FW: Not if someone knows what they're doing with it.

Q: So, what is it for?

FW: It has many uses. Lighting lanterns for one.

Q: Setting things on fire is another one.

FW: Yeah, it's a little obvious though for something like that. There are better things.

Q: Like what?

FW: Like you don't need to know. Things that are harder to obtain on short notice. Now if we're done with the twenty questions, I have a very large man to see about some...business.

Fire opens the door and leaves. She shuts the door and turns and runs right into Danny.

FW: Oh...hey.

DDT: .....

FW: It's...um...kerosene....

DDT: ........

FW: Lighting lanterns.

DDT: ......

FW: No, I'm not, but some things don't go unanswered, Danny.

DDT: .......

FW: Spencer? Ashley? Shotglass?

DDT: .......

FW: I know, they're fine, but that's not the point.....

DDT: .......

FW: The point is....that.....Look, it just needs to be done, okay?

DDT: .......

FW: I DON'T CARE IF THAT'S WHAT THEY WANT! I'm tired of not doing things because the Saints will be happy, or doing things because they won't be, or WHATEVER the fuck other things are going on. I can't even remember the last time Moose was happy with me for anything. And I'm inclined to think that what I am about to do will NOT make him happy. And Stank has to know that if he wants this to just be a regular old respect feud, and we're going to be best buddies after this, that this is NOT the way to go about it. And LD....

Danny looks at Fire sadly, and nods. He takes one of her hands. Fire flinches a bit at the contact, but then sets the kerosene down as he takes her other hand and looks straight into her eyes.

The scene changes....Danny returns to the Destroyitarium and picks up two pieces of wood. Everyone looks at him, as they didn't notice he was gone. He nods to them all, then turns toward the door, and Firewoman comes in behind him. She sets the kerosene down (not being stupid enough to leave it unattended in the hallway), takes the items from Danny and begins to help everyone put things back together.

[BookerShark]

*Amazing Jos is something something something something*

Jos: One of my favorite quotes that i've ever heard was, "Respect is Earned".

You see, my entire life could be summarized by that one line.

Ever since I was a little kid, I had to scrape and claw my way to the things I wanted.

My parents could barely afford to raise me and my brothers, let alone give me the things I wanted.

My family always moved from city to city and every time we moved, I had to start all over again and "win over" new friends.

I would go to school and people would bully me and talk shit and make me feel worthless, but instead of exploding and causing havoc, I took it. I knew I had to earn their respect and earn my stripes. At the end of it all, it ended the same. Just when I was earning their respect, I had to move again.

In Tae Kwon Do class, the kids never took me serious because I didn't look big and scary, no one cared about my passion in class and my sensei put more time in to other kids that he deemed "worthy" of his time. It wasn't until we were sparring, that I earned the respect of each and everyone of those people in that dojo.

When I first broke into this business all promoters wanted me to do was the "job" or fill in for comic relief. Never did they ever want a "masked wrassler" to be taken seriously. It wasn't til I proved all over the world that I was more than just a "joke", that people started to take notice. The guy everyone would laugh at, could also kick some ass, too, apparently. It's gotten to the point where *lifts the OOWF Onslaught Title* I have proven myself against the best the world has to offer and made the masses believers!

You see, Lis... I mean Firewoman & Miranda, I respect the hell out of both of you. No, i'm not just saying that to get into your pants, I legitimately mean it. Ok, maybe just a little bit in the pants. Anyways, You both embody what honor, hard work and integrity is all about. Both of you have undoubtedly "earned" my respect.

Unlike that piece of shit Jeremy Punswick and his lil buddy, Stank. Mr. Stank, honestly, I have no problems with you, personally. You just seem to be guilty by association, bub. The fact you are aligned with that gang of girl scouts, automatically puts you on my shit list. As for you Punswick, you were a piece of shit before you even joined the Saints! You're a hell of a wrestler son, but boy are you one ignorant, passive aggressive fuck! You think it isn't over, well guess what? I'm making sure that you don't have a chance to make it to Hell on Earth, this WEdnesday! I don't respect you and I will make sure your time in OOWF is the most miserable you've ever had, anywhere!

All four of you better bring your A-game for this match. I take no match lightly. This match is more than just some random cluster fuck, this match equals OPPORTUNITY. If you guys are too blind to see it, maybe you shouldn't even show up and not waste mine or Jason's time. Whether you respect me or not, YOU WILL RESPECT THIS SPORT!

To some of you, this is just "another match", but to me, this is another chance to earn the respect of EVERYONE and show why I deserve to be the "FACE" of this company!

Grant, Iowa. "Prepare to be Amazed"! 


*Jos rides off in a limo or something*

[BookerShark]

We come up outside the Destroyatorium where Awesome Bill, Justin Sane Drunky and Drunkette are staring into a shattered out window where the members of D&D and Firewoman are working on cleaning up. Ellie Mae walks over, and sees the mess and lets out a sigh.

Ellie: Guys, tell me you didn't.

Bill and Justin and the donkeys spin around.

Bill and Justin: We didn't!

Ellie: Seriously guys.

Bill: (putting his hand over his heart) Honest to goodness ma'am, this one twernt us.

Justin: Yeah, we just got here and it was like this.

Ellie: Then what happened?

Bill and Justin shrug.

Ellie: Then why are you here.

Justin: We have a match with the Murphy Cousins this week, and we was going to have some fun ahead of time.

Ellie: First off, they are siblings, and what do you mean fun?

Bill: Well ole Justin here was going to challenge what Lady Murphy to an impromptu match for his Tag Team Title. (Bill says this as he points to the DDT Ironperson Heavymetal Title that is currently upside down on Justin's waist.)

Ellie: One, that's not the tag title, and two it's upside down.

Justin looks down at it.

Justin: Looks right to me.

Ellie just lets out a sigh, before she can say more, Justin and Bill look at each other nod heads, and head inside before she can stop them. They make a bee line straight for the Murphy's. Dee and DK stop what they are doing and cut them off at the pass.

Dee: Look guys, we know we have a match this week, but now is not the best time.

DK: Yeah, let's save it for Mayhem.

Bill: Hell son, we know that we will tear the house down at the show, but now, we just want to lend a hand to you guys.

Justin: But we aren't really good at building things.

Bill: What do you mean? I'm great at building things.

Justin: That don't blow up?

Bill: That's a fair point son. Regardless, we figured the least we could do is offer you up a round of drinks to lift your spirits.

Dee: We appreciate the sentiment boys, but our stock is running a little low, and now isn't the best time for PCPL.

At this point, Danny, Firewoman, Vic and the girls have joined the group.

Bill: Of course not, PCPL is partying likker, you need some working likker.

Bill reaches into a pouch on Drunky's back, and pulls out a bottle of Jameson.

Firewoman: Nice.

Spencer: Too bad we don't have any shotglasses left.

Shotglass lets out a little yelp at her feet.

Spencer: Well beside the most import one.

Shotglass lets out a snort. Danny meanwhile walks up in front of Bill, and cups his hands tightly together, and nods for Bill to pour. Bill does, and Danny quickly pulls it to his mouth, and sucks the drink back. Danny then looks to his gathered friends and allies. He points to his eye, and then taps on his open hand. He then smiles. Vic let's out a chuckle.

DVD: Heh, yeah, that is all we ever need.

Vic then makes his hand into a cup, and the rest of the group follows suit, with Bill pouring a round, and everyone getting a drink. The group then disperses, save for Danny and BFE. Danny puts his hand on Bill's shoulder and nods his head in thanks.

Bill: Ahh hell son, don't think nothing of it. You are a good guy Danny Tanner.

Danny goes to correct him, but then just smiles and gives him a pat on the shoulder before walking away. In the background, we here Justin ask Bill if he thinks Danny would give him Stamos's phone number.

FADE

[BookerShark]

The camera fades in to see Matt Folz delivering his first promo in a while.

MF: Hello OOWF Nation, remember me? Sorry I haven't cut a promo in a while, I owe you an explanation why. If you'll recall, 2 weeks ago our cowardly bitch of a World Champion ordered his two lackeys to put me through a flaming table. He wasn't even man enough to do it himself, all he did was hit me with a shitty heart punch and then sit back and watch. Moose, if you think you've intimidated or stopped me, you're dead wrong. I AM going to be OOWF Champion no matter what you do, trust me.

This week, I face my former best friend Chris Evans. Chris, we know how this match is going to go. I know all your moves, I know how to counter them all, and I'm just plain better than you. I will make you tap out, you and I both know that.

FADE

[BookerShark]

Wilder skate into the Destroyatorium....


TW - Dudes. Tell me you guys had a party that got a little outta control.

The Murphys, DVD, Danny and Firewoman all give a "Seriously?" look at Wilder

TW - That SUCKS! No offense FW, but your brother is a couple of revolutions short of a 540 fakie.

FW - Um... No offense? I think?

TW - So now what?

Danny Taylor hold out a broom

TW - No... I mean, I get that we should get in the gutter with the Saints, but do we have to take it like this? I mean, we COULD do something...

Danny shakes his head no, puts the broom in Wilder's chest, then makes the sign for a ring, Moose antlerss, and the "I want the belt" motion.

TW - Yeah, yeah. Best thing we can do is take the gold offa them. One of us will, I know. But still....

Danny walks over to the Jukebox - which oddly still works - pushes a couple of buttons - "Time is on My Side" bu the Rolling Stones plays.

Wilder starts sweeping, then looks up -

"Hey, can we put in a small vert ramp on that wall?"

[BookerShark]

Fire is listening to Davin giving her some last minute directions. Seriously. She appears to be actually listening.

DM: Got it?

FW: Yes.

DM: Are you sure?

FW: Yes, geez....

DM: Okay. Now....You have to ask me.

FW: You said I didn't! You said that I should either say NOTHING or--

DM: It amazes me when you decide to actually use that short term memory of yours. I don't care what I said. This is what I'm saying now.

FW: ...

DM: ...

FW: Fine. Will you please come to ringside, Davin Moreland, Grand Slam Six Pack Champion and Greatest of All Time.

DM: That's better. Why yes, Firewoman, Grand Slam Six Pack Champion, I will. Now, you should mention your opponents and stuff.

OOWF Promo Banner comes down behind them.

FW: Tonight, Firewoman and Miranda, Pretty Hate Machine, take on two other teams.

DM *from off camera* C'mon...

FW: Fine. Amazing Jos has been nothing short of amazing since coming here, winning the Onslaught championship in what might be record time. And Jason Allen is no slouch either. But Jos ... I don't care that I've 'earned' your respect. You're the FNG here, sunshine. It is YOU that have to earn MY respect. You're almost there, so let's see if you can manage to do that tonight.

As far as my pants go, I am way out of your league. And if you touch my partner Miranda, you'll know why more than a few people around here shudder at the mere thought of me being angry with them.

Speaking of...

Firewoman takes a deep breath.

Lucas....you've been a brother to me. Not just the whole Five thing, but truly...When I was stuck in Trinity, it was you that started to wake me up. You forgave me for what I did then, and...well, I will always be grateful. We fought side by side in the war when I was just a rookie here. When I think of who I want to be compared to in this business, your name immediately springs to mind. Not because our styles are all that similar, or our stories, or our careers...but because we share an outlook and an eye for this business. Or, so I thought...

But that was then, and this is now. You explained the Bennett thing, but it still doesn't make sense to me. You seem to be perfectly happy to let Moose call the shots and you just follow along. The Lucas Mann I know isn't a follower. He's a leader. The Lucas Mann I know takes his opponents seriously and doesn't dishonor them. The Lucas Mann I know keeps the fight in the ring, with people who can stand up to him. The Lucas Mann I know is someone I can look up to and, yes, respect.

The Lucas Mann I meet in the ring tonight? I don't know who he is. He follows Moose's lead, even if he disagrees. He gets offended by a legit wrestling move, and then burns down what has become an INSTITUTION in this promotion....that HE BUILT...because Moose tells him to. Endangering people who aren't wrestlers. Yeah, you can say that you all checked, and they weren't there, but believe me, I know from experience...you can never be 100 percent sure. The Lucas Mann I meet in the ring tonight ...

I guess we will have to wait and see which one it is.

Punswick? You've been keeping a low profile, and that's probably for the best. Maybe you've figured out that you're riding down a dead end street for you with the Saints of Sinners, I don't know. I don't care. The match is against all four of you, but my fight...MY fight...is with your partner there.

There's a pause and the OOWF banner disappears.

DM: Nicely done.

FW: Thank you.

DM: Lemme see the eyes.

Firewoman resists and rolls her eyes. Davin tries to grab her chin and she slaps his hand away. There's a tense moment.

DM: Easy way, hard way, I don't care.

Firewoman glares at him, and he looks closely.

DM: Good, nice and clear.

FW: Whatever.

DM: You know this is better.

FW: Can I go now?

DM: In a sec....Fire...I know the best lies are made up of mostly the truth.

FW: So?

DM: So, I know you miss him. But this is for the best.

Fire doesn't say anything and just starts to walk away. Davin catches up.

DM: Now, about your entrance music....

FW: What is wrong with it?

DM: We need to make a change....

The rest of the conversation is lost as we faaaaaaaaade.

[BookerShark]

OOWF Midweek Mayhem
Live from Grant, Iowa
Wednesday, September 18th 2013

Tommy Wilder vs. The Word

Quick and dirty results for this one as Tommy dominates action from bell to bell. He’s able to hit his extreme and high-risk offense as it completely throws off any game plan The Word may have had. Wilder picks up the win after nailing The Word with a CAFFEINE RUSH quickly followed up by the AIRWALK.

Your winner n 6:33, Tommy Wilder


Banned from Everywhere vs. Murphy’s Law

Another quick result match here as the comedy is prevalent in the early going and we have a very nice, clean and fun encounter between two of the more well-liked teams in the company. But after a short time, it’s the talent, strength, size, and experience advantage of the siblings Murphy that put this match away after Daniella nails THE CHOMP on Justin for the pinfall win.

Your winners in 8:12, Murphy’s Law


Chad Madison vs. Stan Fulton

Chad is out first to a loud pop, Fulton is out next and gets a rather large reaction of his own. The two men meet in the middle and exchange handshakes. The ref goes over some last minute instructions, and we are underway. It’s a slow circle to start, as Chad knows Fulton has the strength advantage, but the big man is wary of Chad’s speed.

They lock up, and Fulton muscles Chad into the corner, but gives him the clean break. It looks like they will lock up again, but Chad ducks the attempt and lays in with some kicks. Chad picks up the pace, coming from multiple angles with quick strikes keeping Fulton on the defensive. Stan has been training with the smaller Mai, and it shows, as he is able to anticipate Chad’s next attack, and levels him with a massive clothesline. Fulton takes over for a bit with a couple of powerful throws, however when he goes for a vertical suplex, Chad is able to slide out and drop Fulton with a dropkick.

The match continues like this for several minutes with neither man ever getting a clear cut advantage. The crowd is eating it up, and this just encourages both men to go harder and faster. In the end, Chad nails Fulton with a superkick, but the big man does not go down. Chad looks to rebound off the ropes, but Fulton recovers and nails a massive snap powerslam. He covers, and Chad rolls his shoulder a millisecond too late.

Your winner via pinfall in 22:14 Stan Fulton

Post match, Chad looks a little disappointed, but he still offers a hand to Fulton, who takes it to a nice pop from the crowd.


Ghosthead vs. Mai Muyo[/i]

A really good match between the two takes place as Ghosthead uses his size to his advantage as he tries to wear down the female Muyo. But Mai has some tricks up her sleeve as she utilizes her bizarre personality and skillset to keep Ghosthead off his game. But the size really does start to take its toll as GH catches Mai with his VEX VICE and Mai is in serious trouble. But her flexibility and heart save her as she’s able to crawl to the ropes and survive a little longer.

Ghosthead gets a bit frustrated that he can’t put Mai down for the count and it costs him as Mai surprises him with a flurry of strikes and kicks that stagger the larger Ghosthead. As he tries to regain his bearings, Mai is quick as a fox and climbs the ropes just in time to nail Ghosthead with a MISSILE DROPKICK that sends him crashing to the mat. Mai looks to set Ghosthead up for the TRINITARIAN, but Ghosthead counters and goes for the PHANTASMAGORIA. As both struggle for position, Ghosthead looks to be out of position and just as Mai’s about to lock in the move, Ghosthead rubs that throat…GREEN MIST. The ref has no choice but to call for the bell.

Your winner in 16:48 via Disqualification, Mai Muyo

But that doesn’t seem to deter Ghosthead as he lifts Mai to her feet as she frantically tries to clear her eyes. Ghosthead lifts Mai up…CHOKEBOMB. And now Ghosthead goes to lock in the PHANTASMAGORIA once more, but there’s a roar from the crowd as Tommy Wilder runs down to ringside and knocks Ghosthead away with a SPRINGBOARD FOREARM. Ghosthead rolls to the outside and he stares daggers at Wilder as he backs up the ramp for getting involved in his business. But what Wilder doesn’t realize is Mai can’t see and as she feels Wilder helping her to her feet, out of instinct she nails him with the END-IS-HERE.


Alexander Darling vs. LD Williams


”King of the World” by Porcelain & The Tramps plays and out comes Alexander Darling. The crowd here in Iowa is tepid at best as there hasn’t been much to cheer about lately for Darling.

But that reaction is like the greatest cheer ever compared to what greets LD Williams when he comes out to Petra’s "Jekyll & Hyde.” The boos rain down like a Midwest thunderstorm as one of the frontmen of the Saints of Sinners makes his way to the ring.

The referee... wait a minute... is that Sterling Glaw? He was fired from the OOWF! Reports that a couple of OOWF referees were injured in a strange cornfield mishap were thought to be rumors, but apparently not as Glaw was called to fill in tonight. We’ll see if there’s any favoritism. Glaw checks over both competitors and this one’s a go.

Lock up in the center of the ring and Darling gets the early advantage. Boot to the midsection folds Williams over and Darling quickly busts out a double-chickenwing suplex type maneuver (Ed. note: the writer has no idea what this is actually called; he’s kind of stupid). Darling is quickly over with a cover for almost a two-count.

As LD rises to his knees, Darling dropkicks him in the head. Darling is quickly up and jumps over Williams, leaps to the second rope and moonsaults onto Williams back. The upper reaches of the auditorium can hear the wind rush from Williams’s lungs. Darling rolls LD over for a pin but again gets only a two-count.

LD is slow to move, so Alex climbs the turnbuckle nearby.. Shooting Star Press! But Williams moves out of the way at the last microsecond and Darling eats nothing but canvas. Alex is face down in the ring and LD crawls over Darling’s back and puts on an STF. This only lasts for a few seconds as Alex is near enough to the ropes to get a break. LD hangs on for four seconds and finally breaks the hold.

Williams is slowly getting to his feet as Glaw gives him the what’s-for. Williams shows Glaw that he’s number one... twice. LD turns back to Alex, lifts him up and hits a perfect brainbuster. LD for the cover now and he only gets a two-count. LD is complaining about the speed of the count, which to this reporter’s eyes looked the same as earlier. In response to LD’s haranguing, Glaw shows LD that he’s number one too.

Williams is incensed and starts backing Glaw into a corner, to which Glaw shoves his way out again. LD is shoved backward right into a schoolboy rollup by Darling that garners a quick two-count and Glaw can be heard yelling, “That was a quick count!”

Both men are up and a bit of brawling takes place with LD getting the better of it as he has the slight weight advantage. Darling tries whipping LD into the ropes and misses on a return clothesline and LD comes back the other way with a knee to the gut. Darling flips over LD’s knee and lands awkwardly on the mat. Alex might have wrenched something there.

LD is quickly over and applies the STF again, this time right in the middle of the ring. Alex has nowhere to go and between that and the awkward landing, he has to tap out after holding on for about a minute.

Your winner by submission in 7:41... LD WILLIAMS!

LD slides out of the ring and heads the back as Alex’s neck is checked out by OOWF Medical.


Ecosystem vs. Zane Myers

Zane is out first to a nice reaction from the crowd. Ecosystem is out next, and he has his knee heavily taped up. Ecosystem seems taken aback by the warm welcome he receives from the crowd, still not quite used to it. The two meet in the ring, no handshakes, but no trash talk either. Ref goes over some last minute instructions, and we are underway. No circle to start, as Zane locks up right away, looking to use his power to his advantage.

Zane grabs Eco in a side headlock and wrenches it in tight. Eco heads to the ropes and pushes Zane off, but Zane comes back with a shoulderblock that sends Eco to the mat. He goes to follow up with an elbow drop, but Eco avoids it. Zane is back up quick, but Eco is on him, laying in with some solid forearm shots. This backs Zane up to the corner, but when Eco goes for a splash, Zane moves and Eco eats the turnbuckle, and comes down awkward on his already taped knee. Zane capitalizes with some solid chops and then whips Eco to the ropes. Eco grabs the ropes, and Zane charges in at him. Eco drops pulling the ropes with him and Zane tumbles out of the ring.

Eco looks to capitalize with a high risk move, but as he comes off the ropes, his knee gives out and he drops. Zane sees this and slides back in as Eco is getting back to his feet, and chopblocks him back down. Zane then takes full control of the match, targeting the injured knee. He lands several knees and elbows, and even locks in an Indian deathlock at one point. To Ecosystems credit, he struggles to fight back but never really gets a solid base underneath himself. He manages to land an enziguri that takes Zane down, but he goes down as well and is unable to capitalize. Zane drags Eco to the center of the ring and locks in a single leg crab on the injured knee, pulling back hard. Eco struggles towards the rope, but the larger Zane is able to hold his ground, and Eco is forced to tap out or risk permanent injury.

Your winner via submission in 13:22 Zane Myers

Post match Fulton is out to check on his partner and has some choice words for Zane. Chad Madison is quickly out as well, but the ref quickly gets in between them before anything more can happen, and the Texans leave as Fulton tends to his injured partner.


Pretty Hate Machine (Miranda & Firewoman) vs. Saints of Sinners (Stank & Jeremy Punswick) vs. Amazing Jos & Jason Allen


Referee Junior Hale waits for the competitors. He’s looking nervous.

Fire and Miranda come out to “Stompa” by Serena Rider led by the one & only, Davin Moreland. Fire’s throwing Miranda a bone there. Jos and Allen come out to a strange mélange of their two themes and Nonpoint’s “Skin” leads out the Saints. Let’s do this!

Fire and Stank waste no time getting in each other’s faces which leads to pushing, shoving and Jos taking advantage and hitting a dropkick on both of them. Jos is quickly making the cover on Fire but she’s a wily veteran and kicks out easily. She’s not going to be put out on a single move.

Stank rolls off to the apron and lets Jos and Fire go at it while he rests his very large bones. Hale allows Jos to stay in without a tag and Jos climbs to the apron. Fire’s getting to her feet and Jos nails a WRATH OF MJÖLNIR! Jos tags in Allen.

Allen with a Shining Wizard as Fire gets to her knees. Allen’s feeling it as he pumps up the crowd, but that’s a mistake taking his eye off Firewoman. Allen has climbed up to the top turnbuckle facing the crowd and he finally turns around right into a FLAMETHROWER! Allen goes flying and Fire tags in Miranda.

Luckily for Jason, he landed in his corner and Jos tags himself in. He’s smirking as he faces Miranda. Miranda goes for a side headlock and Jos easily gets out of it and slaps Miranda on the butt as he goes past. Collered-elbow lock up, Jos goes behind and gets Miranda in a full Nelson. He lifts her up... and drops her on her ass.

Miranda’s furious, but Jos turns his back. Miranda nails him with a standing dropkick and Jos goes flying into the Saints corner right into Stank’s chest. Punswick however leaps over the top rope... Springboard DDT! Jos is down, but Punswick isn’t done. He picks Jos up and tosses him across the ring right into Miranda! She goes down in the corner.

Punswick lines up Jos as the latter climbs to his feet. Punswick lands a clothesline and both men go over the top rope to the floor. Jason Allen isn’t going to allow that to happen to his partner and he climbs to the top turnbuckle... 450 SPLASH onto Punswick, but he caught Jos there a bit as well. All three men are down on the outside.

Meanwhile back in the ring, Fire is in checking on Miranda and Hall is signaling Stank that he’s the legal man. Stank climbs in and grabs Fire from behind and tosses her across the ring. She’s not standing for that and she jumps Stank from behind hooking in a sleeper hold.

Stank reaches his arms up behind him trying to dislodge Fire, but she’s having none of it. She’s got the sleeper hooked in tight and is using her powerful legs to kick at Stank’s thighs and lower back. Stank does about the only thing he can and backs into the corner which breaks the sleeper. Fire climbs up backwards onto the top turnbuckle and Stank turns, sweeps Fire’s legs out from under her and she crashes all the way to the floor. Fire’s hurt badly and Hale throws up the X.

Stank looks down at Fire and just shakes his head. Meanwhile, Miranda is up and races at Stank for what he’s done to her mentor and trying punching him, but Stank blocks most of those and shrugs off the others. Stank’s annoyed. CATCH 22! Miranda doesn't last long and has to tap out!

Your winner by submission in 9:11... THE SAINTS OF SINNERS!


OOWF Medical is out to check on all four participants outside the ring while Stank just looks down at Miranda, shakes his head and head back up the ramp.

Matt Folz vs. Chris Evans[/i]

These two former partners have no love loss between them. Each one comes to the ring showing disdain for each other and the fans as they slide under the ropes. They trash talk each other, even as the referee is giving the directions. Finally bell rings and Evans just BITCHSLAPS Folz right across the face. Folz's head snaps around, sending his gum flying and the sound echos everywhere. The crowd gasps. Folz rubs his jaw, turns and faces EVans and smiles. Evans smiles. Folz ATTACKS and drives Evans back into the ropes with a flurry of barely legal punches. Evans can barely block them all. Folz gets him to the corner and we get a really early count of the ten-punches, and the crowd obligingly plays along. At ten, the referee gets Folz off the ropes to allow Evans out of the corner. As Folz backs off it's Evans turn to rush him and this one turns into a brawl pretty quickly. The two wail on each other around the ring, and the referee is THIS close to calling for the double DQ when there's a break in the action. Evans gets close to the ropes, and grabs on instead of bouncing off as Folz expected. He jumps to the second rope and bounces off to the backward elbow into Folz. Folz staggers back and Evans follows up with a neckbreaker DDT. He floats over for the pin, but gets only two. Folz fights off and gets to his feet, and counters quickly with a suplex he tries to transition into the Anklelock. But Evans rolls the obivous way and kicks Folz off. Folz backs into the ropes and comes out with a lariat to the newly standing Evans. Folz goes up top and gets ready for the top rope diving head butt but he's momentarily distracted by Alexander Darling coming down the ramp. The distraction gives Evans time to recover and get Folz off the ropes into an overhead press. He drops him to the mat, and then jaws at Darling a bit. I'm not sure what he says but it angers Darling. Darling hops on to the apron as the referee intervenes. Folz kicks Evans in the gut, and then gets him up and over with a Fisherman's Suplex. One..two...no, but it doesn't matter since the referee is still arguing with Darling. Folz turns to remind him there's a match going on. Evans pulls the brass knuckles out of his trunks, and yells for Folz. As the referee is trying to explain to Alex this isn't his match, Folz turns and Evans nails him with them. He quickly conceals him and makes the pin as the referee turns around, one..two...THREE!! The referee goes to raise Evans's arm but Alex gets his attention, telling him about the brass knuckles. The referee turns to Evans and feigns innocence. The referee indicates he's going to have to search him, and starts to check his trunks but Evans will have NONE of that. He reluctantly pulls the knuckles out of his trunks. Folz starts to get to his feet, and the referee reverses his decision. He raises a sluggish Folz's arm in victory.

Your winner in 28:38, Matt Folz


Sadistic Madness
Saints of Sinners (Moosehead Jack & Christian Carter) vs. Danny Taylor & Alexis Darling

Danny and Lexie are out first and wait in the ring for the coming war. “Scarecrow” plays and Moose and Carter storm the ring. Danny and Lexie are ready for the fight though, Danny peppers Moose with forearms to the side of the head, then grabs him by the back of the head and LAUNCHES him over the top rope to the floor. Across the ring, Alexis and Carter are trading punches, Lexie catches Carter with a kick to the gut then whips him to the ropes, as he rebounds, Lexie drops to the mat and as Carter steps over her, he runs right into a BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX from Taylor! Carter rolls under the bottom rope to the floor next to Moose, Alexis gets a head of steam and Danny pulls down the top rope, Lexie soars and CRASHES into both Moose and Carter sending them into the guardrail. The crowd roars as Lexie slides back into the ring and high fives Danny.

Carter and Moose slowly approach the ring, on opposite sides. Lexie and Danny face them, but Moose and Carter charge into the ring and get the jump on them. Moose gouges Danny’s eyes and backs him to the corner and unleashes his version of CANADIAN VIOLENCE beating Danny down to the mat. Across the ring, Alexis stuns Carter with a spinning heel kick to the side of the head, then tries to whip him to the ropes, but Carter holds on, reverses it and nearly takes her head off with a CLOTHESLINE! Lexie hits the mat hard and grabs the back of her head. Carter pulls her to her feet and throws her over the top rope to the floor.

Across the ring, Moose has a piece of barbed wire wrapped around his fist and he is battering Danny with punches to the face, opening several nasty gashes, leaving Taylor a bloody mess. Moose backs off for a moment and points to Alexis, who is trying to get back into the ring, Carter rushes across the ring and catches her with a knee to the chest that sends her off the apron into the guardrail. While this is going on, Danny wipes his hand across his forehead and sees his blood and kind of freaks out. He gets to his feet and grabs Moose and throws him into the corner and HAMMERs him with forearms and knees to the gut. Danny pulls Moose out of the corner and looks like he is going to set up for the DYNAMITE DEATH DROP, but Carter charges in and clips the back of his knee sending Taylor to the mat in pain.

Moose continues to hammer Danny while Carter leaves the ring and pulls Lexie to her feet. He scoops her up and slams her ribs first into the ring post, then dumps her on the Portuguese Announce Table. Carter climbs onto the apron, then to the top rope and tries a flying elbow, but Lexie moves out of the way and Carter CRASHES through the announce table! The crowd, despite hating Carter, pops with a HOLY SHIT! chant. As Carter is trying to pull himself from the wreckage, Lexie grabs one of the monitors and waits, as Carter gets to one knee, Lexie charges in and BLASTS him in the face with it! Carter collapses in a heap in the wreckage, and when the camera finds him again, we see blood pouring from a wound right at his hair line.

Lexie sees Danny in the ring, Moose is working over his leg, and has just turned him over in the GORILLA CLUTCH! Lexie knows she doesn’t have much time, but Danny is also not going to tap out that fast either, she climbs to the top rope and hits a BOMBS AWAY KNEE DROP right across Jack’s chest! Moose breaks the hold and grabs his ribs and spits up a little blood. Danny rolls to the corner and holds his knee while Alexis pulls Moose to his feet and catches him with several hard kicks to the ribs, then to the side of the head. Moose staggers and Lexie pops him with a SUPERKICK to the jaw. Moose staggers a few steps, but doesn’t go down, then turns around and flips Lexie off. Lexie goes for another superkick, but Moose moves out of the way, then catches Lexie with a SPINNING BACK FIST to the side of the head. Lexie staggers and Moose tries another one, but she catches him and takes him to the mat with a BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX! Moose rolls through and gets to his feet and snarls at Lexie, she catches Jack with a spinning heel kick to the gut doubling him over, then HAMMERS him with knees to the face. Lexie heads to the apron and springs to the top rope, but Moose charges and slides out of the ring under the bottom rope. Lexie drops off the top rope onto the apron, and never saw Carter on the apron, he runs down the apron and BLASTS her with a big boot to the face! Lexie falls off the apron and hits the floor HARD!

Carter steps between the ropes and pulls Danny up and hits a Ric Flair shinbreaker, then grabs Taylor’s legs and tries to turn him over in a SHARPSHOOTER, but Danny fights the move, blocking every attempt and even rolling Carter into a small package for a two count (since they are both bleeding, they can be pinned). Moose pulls Alexis to her feet and slams her face first into the ring post, sending her back to the floor. Soon enough, Lexie is bleeding as well. Somehow, Moose remains the only one NOT pouring blood, how does that even happen?

Moose slides back into the ring and he and Carter double team Danny, beating him down to the mat. Moose traps Danny in the JI-ENDO while Carter savagely kicks him in the face trying for a submission. Taylor refuses to tap out though. Lexie gets to her feet on the outside, sees the blood and goes into rage mode. She slides into the ring behind Carter and lifts him and hits the DARLING DRIVER! She eyes Moose for a minute, and Moose smirks and keeps the ji-endo on a quickly fading Danny. Lexie slips out of the ring and grabs a kendo stick and comes back in and REPEATEDLY beats Moose in the head and chest with it. The last one splits the kendo stick in half and knocks Moose off of Danny. Alexis looks at the jagged end of the kendo stick, then at Moose, and no doubt the memory of a broken neck courtesy of Moosehead Jack came rushing back. Lexie mounts Jack and takes the jagged end of the stick and begins jabbing Moose in the forehead. The champ howls in pain and the blood begins to flow.

Lexie might have committed murder if not for Christian Carter grabbing her from behind, pulling her off Moose, and slamming her in the face with a headbutt that drops her to one knee. Carter charges off the ropes and hits a falling clothesline that bends Lexie backward and nearly breaks her in half. He pulls her to her feet and scoops her up and hits a fallaway slam. As Carter gets up again and eyes another boot to the face, Danny Taylor is finally up as well, walking gingerly on his leg. He charges in and SPEARS Carter to the mat, then works around and tries to get Christian in a FUJIWARA ARM BAR! But Carter gets to one knee and manages to land a couple of solid punches to Danny’s face forcing Danny to release the hold. Carter grabs Danny’s legs and turns him over in a SHARPSHOOTER, but it doesn’t last for long, as soon as he cinches it in, Lexie charges across the ring and catches Carter with a HIGH IMPACT MOVE! Carter’s head snaps back and he falls to the mat!

As Alexis gets back to her feet, Moose has quietly got to his feet, she turns around and catches a BUISAKU KNEE to the face! Lexie crumples in a heap. All four wrestlers are down and bleeding badly. Moose sees Danny trying to get up and slips out of the ring and grabs a chair. He walks right up to Danny and hands him the chair. Moose’s eyes burn with rage “TAKE IT” Danny slowly shakes his head no. Moose slams the chair on the mat and SLAPS Danny across the face. Danny’s face turns red with rage, and once again Moose offers the chair, Danny almost looks like he wants to take it, but then again, slowly shakes his head no.

Moose smirks and sees Alexis has struggled to her feet. He takes the chair and spins and DESTROYS Alexis with a chairshot! Lexie never saw it coming, she may well be out cold! Danny’s eyes go wide with rage and he SPEARS Moose! They fall out of the ring and roll around fighting, Danny trying to lock in a submission, Moose just throwing punches. Meanwhile, Carter is on his feet. He grabs an unconscious Alexis and hits the FINAL TESTIMONY! Carter hooks Lexie’s leg, as if it were necessary, and gets the one, two, three.

WINNERS in 20:18 – Moosehead Jack & Christian Carter

After the match, Moose and Danny are on their feet on the outside, Danny lands several hard shots backing Moose up. Moose reaches into his boot and grabs his scalpel and slashes at Danny, barely catching him, but leaving a bloody trail across his chest. Danny has had enough. He charges Moose and takes him down and starts raining MMA style elbows down on Moose’s head. Moose manages to cover up some, but takes some nasty shots. LD Williams, Stank and Jeremy Punswick are quickly down to ringside, and they DECIMATE Danny, but before they can do any real damage, the Murphys, Wilder and Texpress are out to even the odds. They brawl for a few minutes before the Saints manage to escape up the ramp. We finish with everyone else checking on Alexis, while a bloody Danny Taylor stands at the ropes motioning for Moose to come back, then makes the “I want the title” motion. Moose goes apeshit and has to be restrained from storming the ring.





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