[DevSop]

OOWF LET IT RIDE
Live from Las Vegas, Nevada
Sunday, June 30th 2013


OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match (Steel Cage Flaming Tables)
Moosehead Jack (c) vs. Stan Fulton

Intercontinental Title Match
Mai Muyo (c) vs. Alexis Darling

Onslaught Title Match
Amazing Jos (c) vs. Chris Evans vs. Jeremy Punswick vs. Miranda

World Tag Team Title Match (World Class Rules)
Saints of Sinners (LD Williams & Stank) vs. Texpress


Firewoman vs. Danny Taylor (Ghosthead special referee)
Matt Folz vs. Alexander Darling vs. Christian Carter
Tommy Wilder vs. Chloe
The Word & Mystery Partner vs. Poe & Kai
Ghosthead vs. Jason Allen
Banned from Everywhere vs. Murphy's Law



Card subject to What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas

[Jack Quinn]

(The Saints of Sinners are packing up after Mayhem. LJ Bennett walks into the room.)

LJ: Gentlemen, Chloe, we have a change of plans.

MHJ: What is is now, Bennett?

LJ: First, I never added any stipulation saying Stan would not receive a title shot if he interfered.

MHJ So? It kept Stan from coming to the ring. Whether you ordered it or not is irrelevant

LJB <pulling Moose aside and hissing> This is NOT what we agreed on!

MHJ Unless you want to start over working for some shitty little Kansas City fed, you better watch your tone.....I got you here

LJBWE. That was the deal....WE come back and WE.....

Chloe is there a problem?

LJB No.....the second thing is, the World Heavyweight Champion and the DDT Ironperson Heavy Metal Champion are making an appearance in Elko Nevada Friday night. You two are teaming up against the Vermonsters.

Chloe: (Still hoarse)Can we make them bleed?

LJ: Well, it will be a live telecast of PHWF Friday Throwdown, so it...

MHJ: Yes, Chloe, you can bleed them all you want.

(LJ looks at Moose sternly, while Chloe gets all excited and dances around the room.

LJ: The rest of the Saints have an appearance in Saint George Utah on Friday promoting the pay per view and the Green River Utah Mayhem.

Stank: Utah?

LD: (Shrugs his shoulders) Might be nice.

LJ: Oh, Moose, this just showed up for you. (Hands Moose a package) Mind you, I'm not your personal delivery boy.

MHJ: What you think you are is immaterial. We both know what you really are, Bennett, don't we?

(Bennett storms off. Moose looks at the package and smiles.)

MHJ: Chloe, come here.

Chloe: (Hurrying over) Yes, Jack.

MHJ: Here, open this.

Chloe: (Looks at the package excitedly) What is it?

MHJ: You think I forgot what's coming up this weekend?

(Chloe just stands there dumbfounded. Suddenly a light comes on.)

Chloe: You...you remembered?

MHJ: How could I forget such a special occasion? Open it.

(Chloe opens the package and we see another package. It's clear, possibly vinyl. Through the wrappings we see what looks to be an old towel, probably white at one time. It looks to be covered in some sort of stains. Chloe looks puzzled.)

Chloe: I don't...

MHJ: Open it...

(She tears open the package and the room is filled with the smell of...death. Chloe sniffs at first, then inhales deeply. Her eyes grow wide as a sense of recognition fills her. She turns to Moose with a tender look.)

Chloe: It's hers, isn't it? But...but how did you....

MHJ: Found it in an estate sale in Kansas City. Stupid fan was there that night when your Aunt and Uncle burned down your dad's promotion. They caught one of the towels from Beth. They saved it for years as a souvenir.

Chloe: Her blood...her...yes, I remember.

(Moose takes Chloe by the chin and looks deep into her eyes. All the emotion drains from her face. He takes her hand holding the towel with the other hand. As Moose speaks, the fire begins to burn in her eyes.)

MHJ: Like your Aunt and Uncle burned down the UNWF, we're going to burn this place down. This...this is your incentive. Your heritage. Embrace it. Because things are going to get even crazier, and I'll need you to be at your best.

Chloe: I understand, Jack. For the Neals, for the Saints, for you. This place will burn.

MHJ: Now get packed, and take good care of this.

(Chloe throws her arms around Moose, then lets go and drops her eyes.)

Chloe: I won't fail you Jack, and thank you.

(Chloe wanders off, defiantly and head held high. Stank shakes his head.)

Stank: What the fuck was that about.

MHJ: Amazing what you can find on ebay.

Stank: Was that really from that night 25 years ago?

MHJ: Does it matter? I think that just lit the fuse. The fireworks are about to hit.

Stank: Trust you?

MHJ: Nope. Trust her.

(Moose begins laughing maniacally as Stank just shakes his head and we...)

FADE

[Road Warrior Shark]

~~~ Fade into the Office of LJ Bennett. Stank & LD are sitting beside him smoking cigars. the door opens, and Bridgette walks in, carrying a manila envelope. ~~~

Bennett: Miss Bridgette, I do hope Chad will be ok.

~~~ Stank and LD laugh ~~~

Bridgette: He's still in medical.

LD: He'll be there a while

Stank: If you're here to beg for another match, tough shit.

Bennett: I did tell them they got ONE SHOT.

Bridgette: Yes, yes you did.

Bennett: So what can I do for you.

Bridgette: It's time to show our hand.

~~~ She hands him the envelope. Bennett opens it and pulls out some paperwork. It looks suspiciously like contracts. ~~~

LD: What is all this?

Bridgette: April 25, 2012. CHad Madison and Firewoman win a one-night tag team tournament. The winning team each receieved a Championship Match with the right to name a stipulation. Firewoman used hers shortly afterwards. Chad has held on to his.

Stank: You're pulling out crap from a YEAR AGO?

Bennett: I'll have to have the legal department look things over. Ill let you know.

~~~ Bridgette points to a letter Bennet snatches it up and reads. ~~~

Bridgette: I had that done a couple weeks ago. We figured something like tonight might happen.

LD: No way. You HAD your chance.

Bridgette: Not a fair one. Chloe's involvement ended the match prematurely.

Bennett: .... Miss Bridgette, it appears you have everything in order here. Am I to assume you want the match on Sunday?

Bridgette: Yes.

Bennett: And the stipulation?

Stank: You can't be serious!

LD: Wait, let me guess, Best Two out of Three Falls?

Bridgette: NO, not this time.

LD: Zane doesn't want to wrestle his favorite match?

Bridgette: There's a better option out there for us.

Bennett: What might that be?

Bridgette: (pointing to a page in the contract) World Class Rules.

Stank: Oh HELL no.

Bennett: World Class Rules? You're sure?

Bridgette: Yes. The Championships can and will change hands if the match ends in a Count Out or Disqualification on the part of the champions.

LD: This is ridiculous.

Bridgette: No, it's called wrestling. And you guys like to break the rules. You want Chad & Zane out of your way, You'll have to beat them.

Stank: Fine. You want to play this game? You'd better up Zane's life insurance. Because WHEN, not IF, we put Texpress out to pasture in the ring, they are dead men. You think what happened tonight was bad? They won't get helped to the back by medics.

LD: LJ, cancel your plans for the following Mayhem. It'll be the Chad Madison & Zane Myers Memorial Show instead.

~~~ Bridgette just smiles, and gets up to leave. As the door closes Stank turns on Bennett ~~~

Stank: So you're going to just sit there and let her run the whole damn show?

Bennett: Of course not. but there are contractual obligations in play here. And she has everything in order.

LD: You'll pay for this.

Bennett: Me? Make this easy for everyone. WIN THE DAMN MATCH SUNDAY

~~~ Stank grabs Bennett by the throat, and LD has to back him off and drag him out of the door as we fade. ~~~

[blownspot]

*Stank and LD have just left Bennett's office and are halfway down the hall when they run into Moose, Chloe, Punswick, and Carter. Moose has Chloe by the back of her t-shirt as if to restrain her from running off. She looks wild, a frenetic glee etched on her face.*

Stank - Where are you guys headin off to?

Chloe - FUN!

MHJ - No way we're going to let what happened last night stand. Actions have consequences.

LDW - So what do you have in mind?

MHJ - Just follow us.

*Stank and LD glance at one another before Stank simply shakes his head and the OOWF Tag Team Champions walk with the rest of the Saints on their march down the hallway.*

MHJ - First stop, the Destroyitarium. When we get there, Carter, if you would be so kind as to bring up the rear. I will unleash Chloe and in the frenzy, Stank you and LD take out Danny and The Kai, leave Jack's offspring to me and Punswick. The Murphys have stuck their noses in my business for the-

*A commotion down the hall cuts off Moose's words. The Saints accelerate their pace and come upon the body of DK Murphy lying in a pool of his own blood, a bloodied, deformed steel chair lying nearby. Moose steps over the body with a look of confusion. He rounds the corner where he sees Daniella Murphy locked in Phantasmagoria by Ghosthead, a wild look in Ghosthead's eyes as he cinches in the hold tighter, Daniella struggling valiantly before losing consciousness! The rest of the Saints round the corner, joining Moose in staring at Ghosthead, as The Death Knell continues with the hold, pulling on Daniella's arm until they hear something pop. Satisfied, Ghosthead releases the hold and spins up to his knees breathing heavily, as he stares down at the fallen sister Murphy.*

Chloe - Aww MAN! I wanted to hurt her!

*Moose smirks as he takes in the carnage. Ghosthead remains silent and draws in deep breaths, making hand motions as if attempting to calm himself. He doesn't even seem to notice he has an audience.*

LDW - Well um... okay. That's that then.

Stank - Red?

*Ghosthead jerks his head slightly at the call of his childhood nickname. He slowly turns his head and faces the Saints of Sinners, the wild look unabated, his breaths labored.*

Stank - Red are you alright?

*Ghosthead says nothing. He slowly rises to his feet, turns, and walks toward the Saints. They part to let him pass and as he does so, he whispers an answer to his brother's question.*

Ghost - No.

*Ghosthead continues on. The Saints staring after him as the camera fades.*

[wld]

**As the Saints continue down the hallway, a production assistant hesitantly approaches carrying a box. L.D. taps Stank on the shoulder and they walk over.**

LDW: "You got my message?"

PA: <nods>

LDW: "Perfect."

L.D. opens the box and takes out a lasso and a black cowboy hat. He put on the hat an hands an identical one to Stank, who raises an eyebrow.**

S: "World Class rules?"

LDW: "Of course."

S: "You really think comedy is the way to go here?"

LDW: "Isn't it always?"

S: "I think it might be better if we-"

LDW: "Put on the damn hat!"

S: "-"

LDW: "-"

S: "Grumpy much?"

LDW: "Sorry...family stuff."

S: "Daughter still having trouble?"

LDW: "No, it blew over for now. It's just...having a teenage daughter who thinks she's an adult is like-"

S: " Having a little sister who thinks she's an adult?"

LDW: <chuckling> "Fair enough."

S: "I could always introduce your daughter to Justin."

LDW: "With your dying breath."

S: "Or not. On the bright side, if you want to work out your frustrations, there's a couple of Texans who'll be glad to help Sunday."

LDW: "But Lucas, whatever will we do if we can't get disqualified to save our titles?"

S: "-"

LDW: "-"

**Both men burst out laughing.**

S: "World Class rules? Seriously? Boys, we can end your careers a thousand times over without so much as looking sideways at a rule."

LDW: "Ma used to have a saying kind of like Chad's. Hers was 'Mess with the bull, get a leather jacket and a hood ornament."

S: "Simone's birthday is coming up."

LDW: "I'll be sure to remind Justin."

S: "I hate you."

<fade>

[wyattcox]

PHWF Friday Throwdown continues from Elko Nevada, the site of the PHWF/OOWF House show tonight, just ahead of Sunday's OOWF Mid-summer Nights Scream 7, live on Pay Per View, as the OOWF World Heavyweight champion Moosehead Jack and his protege, the DDT Ironperson Heavy Metal Champion Chloe, are just destroying The Vermontsters, Ben Ice, and Jerry Cream. During the break Moosehead Jack has been sitting in a chair at ringside enjoying a cigar while Chloe has been dominating the Vermontsters. Referee Nhoj Strebor had just given this team a ton of latitude, as Chloe now is winding away with a straight armbar against Cream. Cream stands up and he tries to back Chloe into the corner, but Chloe just grabs his hair and winds up for a hard shot to the solar plexus. Ice runs in to try to break it up but Chloe grabs him by the hair and kicks him in the gut. Front face lock and she picks Ice up into a CORKSCREW! Chloe kicks Ice out of the ring and turns back to Cream who tries pounding away on Chloe but the shots have no effect as she starts punching Cream in the upper arm, forces him back into the turnbuckle, ties his arm up in the ropes and begins kicking and pulling on the arm, using the ropes as a lever. Chloe throws Cream into the ropes and as he comes off, grabs his arm and ties it up with a FUJIWARI ARMBAR! There'll be no help from Ben Ice as he is being beaten at ringside by Moosehead Jack, so Cream wastes no time in tapping out.

Winners in 14:44 – Moosehead Jack and Chloe

Strebor tells Chloe to break the hold and she shakes her head. The referee is threatening to reverse the decision when out of the back runs Bishop Blaize! Blaize is looking for some revenge against the champion and he just runs in a house o' fire on the DDT Ironperson Heavy Metal Champion. Blaize throws Chloe into the ropes looking for the Blaizing Hammer but Chloe has that scouted and ducks under it and comes off the ropes diving into a spear! Blaize is down, and Chloe rolls to her corner and picks up her Barbed Wire Branding Iron! Chloe dives from the top rope and drives the barbs into the head of Bishop. Bishop begins flailing around in pain as the blood starts to flow. Chloe picks up Blaize and lifts him for the CORKSCREW...but she stops and walks with Blaize to the corner. She sets Blaize on the top turnbuckle. Chloe climbs to the top...she picks up Blaize...no...CORKSCREW FROM THE TOP ROPE! She runs her hand over Blaize's bloody face, rubs the blood on her shirt and face, and covers him for the 1, 2, 3.

WINNER and STILL DDT Ironperson Heavy Metal Champion, CHLOE!

The arena is nearing riot proportions as Moosehead Jack is destroying Ben Ice and Jerry Cream with HDB at ringside and Chloe continues to pound away on Blaize. Uh-oh, a fan has run into the ring. WAIT A MINUTE, That's not a fan. Is...is that...Edra Neal? I think it IS. She's talking to Chloe...calling her Clio and trying to talk some sense into her, it looks like. Chloe is..looking calm, sane for the first time in a long time. It looks like Edra may be getting through to her...but here comes Moosehead Jack into the ring with a steel chair! Edra strikes a defensive pose but it looks like Moose is ignoring her. He walks over to Chloe and touches her shoulder. She turns to Moose and looks into his eyes. He takes her chin and their eyes lock. All the emotion drains from her face as Moose hands her the chair and tells her, “You know what you have to do.” Chloe turns back to her sister and smiles. But the smile turns to a twisted grin as for some reason Edra turns her back to her sister, looking panic stricken. In a flash Chloe strikes her sister in the back of the head with the chair and she goes down hard. Chloe erupts in a sadistic, gleeful fit of laughter. She grabs her branding iron and skips around her sister, then kneels by her side and rips the barbs across Edra's face! The blood begins to pour and Chloe rubs the blood on her face and shirt.

But she's not done.

She looks at Moose, who nods his head, and Chloe drags her sister close to a corner. She places the chair across Edra's neck and head...and starts climbing the turnbuckle. It looks like she's...no! Someone else has run into the ring and pulled the chair off Edra....it … it looks like Sunny Hamid, one of the OOWF's former interviewers. She's talking to Chloe and holding up her hand...it looks like she's got a cast on that arm. Chloe's jumped down off the turnbuckle. She's smiling and holding out her hands to Sunny, and Sunny's smiling and takes Chloe's hand. But the smile on Chloe's face becomes twisted as she jerks on that arm with the cast on it and Sunny lets out an ear piercing scream! Sunny tries to hold and protect that arm and is oblivious to the fact that Chloe has taken the Branding Iron and ripped her head open. Chloe grabs that arm and yanks on it again, then stands on Sunny's hand and uses her branding iron to shred the cast on her arm and it now offers no protection. Sunny tries to hold the arm close to her body but she is in a lot of pain as Chloe runs her hands over Sunny's bloody face and rubs the blood over her own face and shirt. She kneels next to Sunny...and kisses her, then grabs that arm and...oh no, a Fujiwari Armbar on that already injured arm...oh no, it's now obviously broken...the cameras turn away to look at Moosehead Jack, who is smiling and nodding his approval. Sunny is screaming and Chloe is laughing maniacally as all the television audience sees is Moose seemingly enjoying the destruction by his charge. Finally officials have made their way through the crowd and are trying to get Chloe off the young Indian woman. They appeal to Moosehead Jack to help, and he touches Chloe's shoulder. The insane twisted laughter and visage fades, and Chloe releases the hold. Chloe kneels at the side of Moosehead Jack, and as he touches her head, she begins laughing insanely, covered in her sister's blood, her opponent's blood, and her former lover's blood. She screams, “Baptized in the blood of the innocents!” Moosehead Jack leads Chloe to the back, and the ring looks more like a war zone as medical teams are checking out the injured as the program ends....

...and we fade backstage to some time after the show. Edra is bandaged and woozy but is on the cell phone. She speaks methodically, almost mechanically, with no emotion.

Edra: Clancey, get them here now. I don't care. Mike and Dr Flynn need to get here now. Phone U of U medical center and have the specialist who worked on Sunny's arm get down there now. We're flying there as soon as you get Mike and Dr Flynn get here. Stat.

Medic: Ma'am, we need to look at you.

Edra: I can tell you I've got at least a concussion, maybe a skull fracture, but you're not touching me. My father's plane is on the way to take us to Salt Lake City to get checked out by a real Doctor. Her, too.

Medic: Ma'am, her arm is...

Edra: Broken in at least four places. Masterfully destroyed. My sister knows her work. Sunny's got one of the best specialists in the world waiting for her in Salt Lake.

(Edra walks over to Sunny, strapped to a gurney, still in obvious pain. The medics have tried to make her comfortable, without much success. )

Edra: It's OK, Sunny, it's OK. Mike's on his way to take us to U of U. You'll be fine.

Sunny: (crying) That's not her.

Edra: Of course it's her. It's just Moose's influence. She's just...

Sunny: NO EDRA! She was going to kill you. She laid that chair right on your neck and was going to jump on it. Just like your aunt killed Beth! That's not Clio.

Edra: You're...you're mistaken, my love. She wouldn't...

Medic: She did, ma'am. Never seen anything like it. She was bloodthirsty. She wanted to hurt your friend here. And to kill you. And as God is my witness, she was loving it, she was enthralled, almost like it was...I'm sorry, ma'am.

Edra: (Holding her head and starting to get emotional) I can't think about this now. I need to keep it together. I need to get us to Salt Lake City.

Sunny: Who is that woman, Edra? Clio would never do this to us.

Edra: (pauses, as we see anger and sorrow welling up in her eyes) As God is my witness, my love, it's not Clio. It's Chloe. It's really Chloe. It's really her. And this is bad. Definitely bad.

(Edra sinks unsteadily into a chair and we see a tear fall from her eye as we...)

FADE

[snelson66]

FADE in on the OOWF Newsbreak set. As the lights come up, sitting in facing chairs are The Crusher Stan Fulton and former AWA announcer Larry Nelson.

LN: “Hello and welcome to a OOWF-TV Special: Face-to-Face with Larry Nelson. Today my guest is The Crusher Stan Fulton. Though many OOWF fans are familiar with your career, Stan, do you mind if I go through a recap?”

SF: “By all means.”

LN: “Correct me if there’s any inconsistencies, please. You began your OOWF career in May of 2010 defeating Bishop Blaize. Then in your pay-per-view debut you defeated Spin Hansen and Outback Jack in a three-way match. Pretty impressive PPV debut.”

SF: “Thank you.”

LN: “You are a former OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, 2-time Intercontinental Champion, four-time Onslaught Champion and five time Iron Man Champion.”

SF: “Correct.”

LN: “And this Sunday, on pay-per-view at OOWF Let It Ride, you face the maniacal Moosehead Jack for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship in a Flaming Table Cage Match.”

SF: “Sounds dangerous.”

LN: “That it does. So my first question, Stan, is why? Why put yourself through this.”

SF: “I know this will sound contrite and cliché, but I truly believe it’s in the best interest of this company for Moosehead Jack to lose the World title. The Saints of Sinners want to burn the OOWF to the ground. They claim they are the legacy of Outback Jack and Underdawg and all the others that came before them, but they want to destroy all that those people built up.”

LN: “Some would say, including Moosehead Jack, that you tried to do the same thing when you took Outback Jack out of wrestling.”

SF: “And they’d be wrong, of course. I don’t deny that I ended Outback Jack’s wrestling career. As a member of the New Guard, I was convinced that the old school wrestlers were keeping the newer guys and gals from ever achieving the glory they’d known. In part, we were right. People like Jack and LD and Stank were making sure anyone not of their generation didn’t get a title shot or even a main event. The New Guard tried to rectify that. I’m not saying we did right, but that was our motivation. Not to end the OOWF, but to help it survive.”

LN: “When you look back on the New Guard, what are your thoughts?”

SF: “Larry, I’m not proud of the actions I took while I was in the New Guard. I tend to, as Moose is quick to always point out, follow the crowd. I’m rarely happy to lead. That’s my nature. Just like it’s Moose’s nature to destroy what he owns. Which is one more reason to take that World title away from him before he destroys it and the OOWF.”

LN: “So would you change anything if you could go back?”

SF: “I don’t think so, Larry. I think we did some good with the New Guard and I think if we didn’t have multiple people thinking they were in charge we could have made a bigger difference. I did make a very good friend in Mai and that’s very important as well.”

LN: “Speaking of Mai, how is she doing?”

SF: “She’s going to be fine. She lost a lot of blood from the chain shots Moose gave her and she’s got some bumps and bruises as expected, but otherwise she’s okay.”

LN: “It must have been hard for you to stand and watch Moose try to hurt her.”

SF: “Yes and no. Yes I didn’t want to see Mai be hurt, but no, this is what she wanted so I wasn’t going to take her moment away from her.”

LN: “Well we’re going to take a break and be back with Stan Fulton on Face-to-Face with Larry Nelson.

FADE

[blownspot]

*Stank and LD Williams put on their headsets.*

TW - Ten Fifteen AM Utah Public Radio you are listening to Access Utah UPR Live.

*Access Utah theme music plays as Tom Williams continues.*

TW - Good Morning. If you're just joining us I promised before the commercial break that I would have a special treat for fans of professional wrestling especially those who are fans of the OOWF. I'm pleased to announce that we have... the OOWF World Tag Team Champions in our studio today. They are Stank and LD Williams. Gentlemen, thank you for joining us this morning. How's that coffee?

LDW - It's no Tim Horton's

Stank - What he means to say is that it's good.

TW - Didn't I tell you? It's a house blend they make right here at the University.

Stank - It's good. They should sell it nationwide.

TW - I keep telling them that, but they insist on keeping it local. They only sell it at the University Bookstore.

Stank - Well then I'll have to stop by there after this.

TW - I'll let you borrow my discount card.

Stank - Thanks Tom.

TW - No Thank you guys for coming. The OOWF has a lot of fans here. Now in the interest of full disclosure, I personally have never heard of the OOWF before my co-host Sheri Quinn told me you guys would be wrestling in Green River on your show next week.

LDW - Quinn, huh? She wouldn't happen to be related to Jack and Lisa Quinn?

TW - And who are they?

Stank - Jack is the OOWF World Champion. One vicious SOB. Lisa is his sister. They go by Moosehead Jack and Firewoman.

TW - I... don't know. I don't think so. She didn't mention it. Now I am familiar with the WWE. You guys aren't part of that lot?

LDW - No our organization is completely separate.

Stank - And we're better.

TW - How so?

Stank - Well we wrestle a stronger style than they do. Closer to what you might see in Japan. They're more about entertainment, we're more about competition. We're on daily, damn near 24/7 if you watch the live feed on OOWF.com and they are on what... three days out of the week? We live this life like no other pro wrestling organization. It takes a unique talent to make it in the OOWF. A lot of guys and girls... I'm talking about rookies and seasoned veterans alike, wash out pretty quick in our organization. You make it in the OOWF, you can count yourself as amongst the best ever in our sport.

LDW - And we're not even talking about being World Champion... a year in the OOWF is like five anywhere else. It can be rough. Not for the faint of heart.

TW - Okay so I've done my research and what I would like to talk about is how you two got into this business, and maybe reflect on the careers you've had and perhaps the next time you guys are in town we can get into that, but... ha, ha,... this is an hour long show and my listeners would riot if I didn't address the current story line, or... angle... is that what they call it?

LDW - We'll allow it.

TW - Ha. Ha. Thank you... the angle... The Saints of Sinners... this is theeeeee... faction you belong to correct?

Stank - That is correct, Tom.

TW - Okay. Now your mission is to quote, unquote... burn down the OOWF. You just had some complimentary things to say about your organization so what's going on?

*LD and Stank laugh*

Stank - You want to take that one Bill?

LDW - You're the talker.

Stank - Alright I'll give it a whirl. What's going on Tom is simply this. You see, we're the bad guys.

TW - Uh oh.

*All three men laugh*

Stank - I take it you didn't get the memo.

TW - No Sheri told me as much, yet you guys have a following?

Stank - Yeah they're what we call... sheep.

TW - Oh that's not very nice.

Stank - Yeah, well, the world's not nice, Tom.

TW - Uh oh.

*Stank smiles.*

Stank - Sure we have some fans who like what we do and how we do it, but trust me when I say that the vast majority of fans out there don't like us. They don't like us... not because we punish our opponents, or because we want to watch them bleed, or because we happen to break a few bones... they don't like us because they believe the lies coming out of the mouths of those we like to call.. the White Hats. How do I know this? Because for as many bones as we break, for as many opponents we bleed dry... they... that is the so called white hats... they do exactly the same damn thing. What's the difference? They get cheered. We get booed.

TW - Well they don't talk about burning down the OOWF? Do they?

Stank - No they don't... but that is only because they lack perspective.

LDW - About a year ago there was another group among us who called themselves The New Guard. They were a talented bunch. Their mantra was that they were tired of being held down by the established veterans of the company, people like Stank and myself. They targeted a number of us, ended some careers even...

TW - Were you holding them down?

LDW - No we weren't holding them down. One of their prominent members was the World Champion before the New Guard even formed. Their stated reason for existing as a group was a lie. It was a smokescreen hiding the true purpose for banding together. They didn't want to just beat the veterans, or the "Old Guard" as the called us, they wanted to get rid of us... drive us out of the OOWF entirely. They were vicious. Cruel. And despite the fact that Stank, I, and a few other veterans were pretty much relegated to the back of the line, it wasn't enough. The New Guard were hell bent on destroying established stars like us. There is no OOWF without us. So I would say... they wanted to burn down the OOWF.

Stank - That group...? They imploded. Turns out we didn't have to lift a finger to get rid of them. They got rid of themselves. Don't really want to spend too much time talking about them other than to say they are an object lesson as to why The Saints of Sinners aren't like them. We're honest with ourselves. And that honesty is repaid with boos and jeers. The New Guard...? If they were honest with themselves they would have realized that they got together, not because they were being held down... which they weren't... they got together for one word... power. As a group.. they had the power. They steered the ship. They set the rules... and they lost sight of that.. which is why there ain't no more New Guard. The Saints of Sinners now have the power. We steer the ship. We set the rules. We run the OOWF to do with what we please. We want to burn this shit down..? sorry, excuse my language... we want to burn this *BEEP!* down...? we'll do it. We can take the heat. How about the rest of them? What do they do? It's simple. You're either with the Saints... or you burn.

TW - Okay we're going to take a commercial break. I do want to say that The OOWF presents Let It Ride, Live in Las Vegas this... Sunday. Tickets are.. sold out? Sold out... hmmm...

LDW - You can order it through your cable provider or a live stream off of OOWF.com

TW - Right and I understand you two will be defending your tag team championships against Texpress which we'll talk more about after the break. We'll be right back.

*Access Utah music plays and fades into an advertisement.*

TW - Great job guys. I'm interested. I think I might want to order the show.

Stank - You give me that discount card, I'll see what I can do about getting you a ticket.

TW - Really? Even if I boo you?

Stank - Aww... don't be that guy.

LDW - No it's okay. You'll witness a massacre. Boo to your heart's content.

TW - Hmmmm... pretty confident you're gonna beat this Texpress.

Stank - Beat them? Tom.. that is the least of what we're going to do. The match will be brutal. You don't like bloodshed, you might not want to be there.

TW - I can handle it. I may not look like the kind of guy who would be into this, but I have a son who aspires to fight in the UFC one day. It took some time... but I learned to appreciate MMA. This can't be any worse.

*Stank and LD look at each other and laugh as the camera fades.*

[Jack Quinn]

<Moose walks into an empty bar in the arena and sits at the bar, setting the OOWF World heavyweight title on the bar. He looks around>

MHJ: Goddamn I would give anything for a drink.

<Jack puts his head on the bar and runs his fingers through his hair>

MHJ: Fucking Bennett and the White Hats…….

<Moose looks up and the bar is stocked, and Spin Hansen is standing there cleaning out a beer mug>

MHJ: Hi Spin <looking around> a little slow tonight, isn’t it?

Spin: Yes it is Mr. Quinn. What’ll it be?

MHJ: I’m awfully glad you asked me that, Spin, because I just happen to have two twenties and two tens right here in my wallet. I was afraid they were going to be there forever. So here’s what: you slip me a bottle of Jamesons, a glass and some ice. You can do that, can’t you Spin? You’re not too busy are you?

Spin: No sir, I’m not busy at all

<Spin turns and hands Jack a bottle>

MHJ: Good man. You set them up and I’ll knock them down, one by one.

<Spin pours a drink and Jack slams it, Spin then pours another and Jack drains that too>

MHJ: Champion’s burden Spin, champion’s burden.

<Jack opens his wallet to pay for the whiskey, then smirks and looks at spin>

MHJ: Say Spin, it seems I’m temporarily light <laughing> how’s my credit in this joint anyway?

Spin: You’re credit is fine Mr. Quinn

MHJ: That’s swell. I always liked you Spin. Hell of a competitor, you were always one of the best. One of the best in the ring, you and Magnusson, or whatever. Damn good wrestler that Spin Freakin’ Hansen

Spin: Kind of you to say that, Jack

MHJ: <Looking at his glass> you fight and fight to get what you want…..then you get it and all people do is bitch and complain

Spin: how are things going Mr. Quinn?

MHJ: things could be better Spin, things could be a whole lot better

Spin: I hope it’s nothing serious

MHJ: <taps his glass, Spin refills it> No, nothing serious…..just a little problem with the…..the old faces in the OOWF <Moose laughs> nothing I can’t handle though, Spin, thanks

Spin: titles, can’t live with ‘em. Can’t live without ‘em

MHJ: <pointing a finger at Spin> Words of wisdom Spin. Words of wisdom.

<Moose downs his drink and Spin pours another one>

MHJ: I would do anything for this title. I love this son-of-a-bitch. Never thought I would. Never did, until I had it. <Moose laughs> I would do anything to keep it. Any fucking thing to keep it. Those damn assholes……they will never leave me in peace, will they? They will never let me forget one minute? <mocking> oh he stabbed Niles with a crucifix! He broke Lexie’s neck! it never ends!

<Moose slams his drink again, and once again Spin fills it up>

MHJ: there was a time I didn’t want this <holding up the OOWF World Heavyweight title and gazing at it> I gave it up. I walked away from it…..could have happened to anyone……that was years ago, and they fucking throw it up in my face all the time! I was in a tag team with Stank! That man is like a brother to me! I wanted to be tag champs, and this came along…..it was a quick reaction……a momentary lapse of judgment….I mean…..just words, right Spin….but there is no going back from that, is there?

<the big band in the bar begins playing their version of “Scarecrow” and Moose gets up and daces across the floor, bumping into the waiter carrying a tray of drinks>

Waiter: OH!

<the drinks spill on Moose’s tux jacket (since he is now wearing a tux)>

Waiter: Oh dear, oh dear. I’m so sorry sir!

<the waiter takes out a rag and begins to wipe off the jacket>

Waiter: Oh dear….I’ve made an awful mess of your jacket sir

MHJ: Oh….that’s all right, I’ve got plenty of jackets

Waiter: I’m afraid it’s red rum sir. It tends to stain

MHJ: red rum is it?

Waiter: Yes sir. Look….um I think the best thing is to come along to the gentlemen’s room, sir, and we’ll get some water on it, sir.

<they get to the bathroom and Moose notices the waiter has a spot on his shirt, right on the back of his neck>

MHJ: Looks as though you might have got a spot of it on yourself there, old boy

Waiter: That doesn’t matter here, sir. You’re the important one….you’re the world champion

MHJ: Awfully nice of you to say. Of course, I intend to change my jacket this evening before the fish and goose soiree

Waiter: Very wise sir, very wise.

MHJ: So…what do they call you around here, my friend?

Patrick: I am just Patrick sir. Patrick Quinn

MHJ: Patrick?

Patrick: Yes sir

MHJ: Patrick Quinn

Patrick: That’s right, Sir

MHJ: Eh, Mr. Quinn…..<staring hard> haven’t I seen you somewhere before?

Patrick: Why no, sir. I don’t believe so. <Patrick keeps dabbing Moose’s jacket with a wet clothe> Ha! I do believe it’s coming off now, sir

MHJ: Eh, Mr. Patrick….aren’t you my brother?

Patrick: Why no, sir. I don’t believe so

MHJ: You, eh…you have any brothers and sisters, Mr. Quinn?

Patrick: <setting the rag down> yes sir. I have a brother and a sister

MHJ: And, uh….where are they now?

Patrick: Oh, I’m sure they are around somewhere. I’m not quite sure t the moment, sir.

MHJ: Mr. Quinn…..you are my brother. I recognize you. I have seen your picture in our family albums….you are my twin brother….you died when we were six years old

Patrick: That’s strange, sir. I don’t have any recollection of that at all. Mr. Quinn…..I don’t believe we have met. I am sorry to differ with you, but you and Lisa are related. I am the waiter here in the bar. I have always been the waiter here in the bar.

<Moose just laughs at this>

Patrick: did you know, Mr. Quinn, that they are attempting to take that OOWF World title from you, by legal means, if necessary? Did you know that?

MHJ: No

Patrick: they are Mr. Quinn

MHJ: Who
Patrick: Fulton

MHJ: FULTON!

Patrick: Fulton and wilder

MHJ: How?

Patrick: Fulton and wilder have great talent. I don’t think you are aware how great it is, but they are attempting to take that title from you, against your will

MHJ: <grinning> well, they are very willful boys

Patrick: Indeed they are Mr. Quinn. Very willful. Rather devious boys, if I may be so bold, sir

MHJ: <looking around to make sure no one else is there> It’s Them. They, eh….They cheer them on

Patrick: Perhaps they need a good…..talking to, if you don’t mind me saying so. Perhaps a bit more. They don’t like you here, sir. They don’t care for you at all. One of them is considering……stealing your title. Stealing your title and making it their own. When they try…..you need to…. correct them

<Moose smiles and doesn’t say a word, he just heads back to the bar>

MHJ: Hi Spin! I’ve been away. Now I’m back.

Spin: Welcome back Mr. Quinn

<Spin puts out some peanuts for Moose>

Spin: It’s good to see you again

MHJ: It’s good to be back Spin

Spin: What’ll it be sir?

MHJ: More of the same Spin…..hair of the dog that bit me…..my heritage’s burden

Spin: Whiskey on the rocks

MHJ: That’ll do her

<Moose takes out his wallet…..this time there is money in it, he tries to pay>

Spin: Sorry sir….your money is no good here. The champ drinks for free. Orders of the house. Drink up, Mr. Quinn.

MHJ: I’m the kind of man who likes to know who’s buying their drinks, Spin

Spin: It’s not a matter that concerns you, Mr. Quinn – at least not at this point

<Moose shrugs his shoulders and picks up his drink and downs it>

MHJ: Anything you say Spin, anything you say

<Moose turns away from the bar as LD and Stank walk in>

MHJ: Stank! LD! You remember Spin, dontcha? Come on over and have a drink!

<Stank and LD walk toward Moose slowly>

LD: you ok Jack?

Stank: Jack…….this is an empty room…..you are sitting on a stool facing a blank wall….

MHJ: You two….always joking….come on over, Spin was just about to tell me about his days teaming with Magnusson. Hey,Patrick! Bring my friends some drinks! Get them some of that red rum!

LD: Patrick……

MHJ: <kind of whispering> Yeah….he looks an AWFUL lot like my brother…..I think it might be him

<Stank and LD exchange worried looks, Stank shrugs, then hauls off and punches Moose right in the mouth knocking him off the stool. Moose gets to his feet quickly, grabbing his jaw>

MHJ: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT! AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOING IN AN EMPTY ROOM!

<Moose looks around for a minute>

MHJ: Where the FUCK is Fulton? That son of a bitch is scheming to take my title away…….and Wilder! Someone dies…….

<Moose storms off leaving LD and Stank sitting there>

LD: What the fuck was that?

Stank: Hell if I know

LD: Spin IS dead…….right?

Stank: Yes. And so is Patrick

LD: So how…….

Stank: dunno. Moose is the world champion….

LD: He has always been the world champion…..

Stank: Don’t you start that shit Billy Dee…..come on, let’s find him before he kills someone….

LD: Or gets lost in the hedge maze

Stank: DON’T FUCKING START WITH ME SON

<fade>

[wyattcox]

(It's midday Saturday in Las Vegas and the Saints of Sinners are having a beverage in their locker room when LJ Bennett walks in. He walks up to Moose and Chloe.)

LJ: Where have you two been?

MHJ: It's a seven hour drive from Elko to Vegas, Bennett.

Chloe: We had to stop at the mountain in Ely. We had to pee.

LJ: They let you in?

MHJ: Not in, on the mountain.

Chloe: It was fun, but it was easier for Jack than me.

(LJ just looks at Chloe, while the others snicker.)

Chloe: He's equipped better for that...

MHJ: Chloe?

Chloe: Yes, Jack?

MHJ: Not now.

Chloe: Yes, Jack.

LJ: What was that Friday night?

Chloe: FUN!

LJ: She attacked spectators....

MHJ: ...that had climbed into the ring, Bennett. Fair game. Wanna blame someone, blame security.

Chloe: Don't be half safe.

LJ: She almost beat her sister to death.

MHJ: Beating your sister is fun.

Chloe: FUN!

LJ: Moose, I don't know if I can protect her from this.

MHJ: Has anyone complained?

LJ: Not yet.

MHJ: We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

Chloe: London Bridge is falling down....

LJ: Just keep her under control.

MHJ: I'll worry about her, you just do your job. And while you're at it, get Punswick and Carter those contracts.

LJ: I'm working on it.

(Bennett walks out of the room as Chloe basks in the memory of the night before.)

Chloe: They bled real good.

MHJ: You did good.

Chloe: I hope you make Fulton bleed like that. I'd say make him bleed like a stuck pig, but he might sue.

MHJ: Hurt Wilder. Make him bleed. Embarrass him as much as he embarrassed you.

Chloe: Trust me.

MHJ: Trust us.

(Moose and Chloe laugh maniacally as we...)
FADE

[Amazing Jos]

*Bonus footage of a recent interview has been sent to the offices of OOWF*




Ron Baylor: Let's try a little exercise. I'll say the name of one of your opponents and you say one word to describe them.

Jeremy Punswick...


Jos: Vagina!

RB: *Laughs* alright...

Chris Evans...

Jos: Talented!

RB: Ok, finally...
Miranda...

Jos: *Stays silent*

RB: Jos, what are your thoughts on Miranda?

Jos: Miranda....

RB: Your thoughts on Miranda are Miranda?

Jos: Does she even have a last name?? *Awkward silence* I'm just playin! Got you! *rolls eyes awkwardly* Yeah, "Future" comes to mind.

RB: Alright. So do you have any words for your opponents before your big title defense tomorrow?

Jos: Mirands, Puns, Chris, y'all nikkuh's gon' get got! Don't think i'm the target in all this, I have much more to prove than any of you guys do! I need to prove that there's a reason why i'm holding the OOWF Onslaught Championship. There's a reason why I'm still the longest reigning LBCW Heavyweight Champion! Not because I run around prodding people like cows or hide behind a big group of morons! It's because I'm a fighting champion and I fear NOTHING! Except spiders... Ewwww!

Punswick, you and me are far from over. Evans, we got some unfinished biz-ness as well, son! Miranda, we've only just begun, gurl!

Tomorrow night in Vegas, place your bets on Mr. Ay-May-Zing and prepare, to be AMAZED!

Boo-Yah!

*Camera fades as Jos poses for the camera*

[snelson66]

FADE back in on the OOWF Newsbreak set.

LN: “Welcome back to part two of Face-to-Face with Larry Nelson. My guest today is The Crusher Stan Fulton. Before the break you mentioned that you didn’t want to interfere in Mai’s match. You didn’t want to interfere in her moment. Is there one moment in your career you look back on fondly?”

SF: “Geez, Larry. There’s a lot of moments that I look back on with fondness. Each championship win of course. My first OOWF match. My first pay-per-view. Though I would have to say the World Heavyweight Championship win would be my favorite.”

LN: “If and when you win the tag titles, do you think that would be greater?”

SF: “I won’t know until it happens, but completing the Grand Slam and the Six Pack at the same time? I can’t see how it wouldn’t be better.”

LN: “The Grand Slam, according to your statements over the past few months, is very important to you.”

SF: “Larry, I know a man my size doesn’t have a long career ahead of him. So I have to try to fit in a normal wrestler’s career in a short amount of time. And I’ve accomplished a lot in three years. I’ve held every title this company offers. Except the Tag Team titles. I’ve been Campeonas de Trios champion and have won the Tag Team Invitational. But never the World Tag Team Championship. But that’s a near future thing. Now, it’s about becoming a two-time World Heavyweight Champion.”

LN: “Let’s talk about the end of your career. How do you picture that happening?”

SF: “Wow. I’ve never thought about how I’d go out. I’d imagine that Moose, Stank, LD and probably the Murphys want to see me go out in a body bag. Some think that the Grand Slam win would be my swan song. I don’t know.”

LN: “What happens after wrestling?”

SF: “I’ve been very careful with my earnings so I think I’m safe financially. Professionally? I’ve thought of taking my martial arts background and wrestling career and turning it into a training school. Maybe I take over the OVOOWF. Maybe I become general manager of the OOWF. Or I can go down to Miami and relax on the beach for the rest of my life.”

LN: “We’re going to take a short break and be right back with Stan Fulton.”

A sixty-second promo for OOWF Let It Ride is shown.

LN: “We’re back on Face-to-Face with Larry Nelson. My guest is facing Moosehead Jack for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship Sunday night live on pay-per-view.

“Stan, what would you say is going to be the hardest part of facing Moosehead Jack?”

SF: “The sheer unpredictability. Moose is a very talented wrestler. He’s held the Onslaught championship; he can wrestle with the best of them. But he’ll just start with the ultra-violence at the drop of a hat.”

LN: “You face him in a flaming tables match, the object of which is you cannot win until you put your opponent through a table that’s on fire.”

SF: “Very dangerous, Indy. You go first.”

Nelson smiles.

LN: “You’re always interjecting humor into your promos and matches. Why?”

SF: “If we’re serious all the time, Larry, we cannot enjoy life as we experience it.”

LN: “Is there going to be anything humorous about Sunday’s match?”

SF: “No, probably not. Though one good thing about it is it’s in a cage. There’s no way Senorita Crazy Pants can interfere.”

LN: “You mean Chloe Neal.”

SF: “Chloe Neal, Clio Cox. Whatever she wants to call herself, she’s full goof bozo. Keeping her out of the match makes it one-on-one. No one from the Saints of Sinners will be interfering. Make no mistake, Moose has never needed them to help him win matches. But he’s so used to using that shortcut now. We’ll see what happens.”

LN: “The tag team championship. The only title you’ve never had. Will you have a partner anytime soon?”

SF: “Junichiro is my partner. He’ll be ready. You’ll never forget what happens when we win those titles.”

LN: “Any last words, Stan?”

SF: “Just this. I will be a OOWF Grand Slam champion. LD and Stank: I still have my championship match contract waiting for me. But for now, I’ll settle for the World Heavyweight Championship. You will not burn down the OOWF. We have bigger plans. Enjoy the pain.”

LN: “Thank you, Stan. I’m Larry Nelson. This has been Face-to-Face. Good night and good luck.”

FADE

[madjack]

Shot opens on Tommy Wilder in front of an upside-down OOWF banner. The camera spins 360 and shows that Wilder is hanging upside down....

"Twinkle twinkle little bat....
How I wonder what your at...."

Hi Chloe!

Yup... tomorrow at the PPV, it's you and all your friends against me. Yeah, I don't think for a minute that it's going to end up one on one. I figure at some point one or more of the Mooskateers - heck, probably the Big Rat himself, is gonna get involved, and everybody's favorite adrenaline junkie is gonna get hammered.

That's cool. I mean, if I didn't get jumped, I figured you didn't love me anymore! Not worth getting jumped, or a cheap shot from your little toy!

C'mon Little Miss Crazy Pants! Bring it on! That tag match was just enough to get the blood up... I'm bummed that Stan got to give you the good night kiss!

Let's dance, sugarpants!



You're in a corner everywhere you turn
You know you're headed for the planet of burn
But the words get stuck on the tip of your tongue
She's the real thing but knew it all along

She's just the girl, she's just girl
The girl u want!!!

[Fire-Babe]

Miranda and Firewoman are standing in front of the OOWF banner.

FW: Okay, Miranda, what have you learned this week?

M: Not to interfere in Fire's matches....

FW: Because?

M: Because she can handle it herself as she's WAY OLDER than me.

FW: ...

M: I mean, she has WAY MORE "experience."

FW: Uh huh. Go on.

Miranda sulks off screen.

FW: See, Danny? Miranda is good. She's fine. I know you took it easy on her because she's new, and because you lost your smile, but it's also because even at this stage in her career she has the training and knowledge to protect herself.

In short, there is nothing to worry about.

Tomorrow night, you face me. For real, one on one. And I'm not a rookie. I've been taking care of myself since I was six years old...actually, before that. You can't hurt me. Well, heck, anything could happen, so maybe you can. But you know what? That's just fine. I'm not talking about my 'death in the ring' thing...I mean that it's part of the job and it's part of the training, and it's part of just LIFE in this business.

Danny...you need to snap out of it. We need you. The White Hats need you. You're the best of us all, and I'm not talking about in the ring. You have the pure heart. The rest of us will get dragged down to Saints of Sinners' level, but not you.

Firewoman sighs, and looks down. She looks back up.

FW: I've tried almost everything I can think of to shake you back to yourself. But nothing has worked. So....well, when the going gets tough, you go with what you know.

The camera moves over slightly to see a man sitting in a chair, arms behind his back, and a hood on his head. Although we can't tell, there really is no one else this could be.

FW: Danny, you recognize Victor here, don't you? Well Victor here is just fine right now, and I'd really like for him to stay that way.

So...you win the match, Victor goes free. I won't make it easy for you, so you'll have to actually do your job and wrestle. And win.

Now, if you lose, and it's because you can't bear to actually compete, well....let's just say Victor here will NOT be going free.

I'm sorry it had to come to this, Danny. And Ghosthead, I don't know what you're role is in this, but as special guest referee...if you don't call this straight and down the middle...if you help Danny in anyway...well...the Blood Moon will rise again...got me?

See you in the ring, Danny.

The main feed fades to black.

Now there's a perspective change as this is no longer a promo, but the backstage ninja cams. Victor lifts his arms, which are not tied, and takes the hood off.

FW: Are you sure he won't see this part?

DVD: No...unless something has changed a lot, he'll see me in that hood and be livid. He'll be too mad to watch this part.

FW: Great....

DVD: He still won't attack you backstage....well, maybe...

FW: Maybe. I really hope you're right about this Victor.

DVD: Me too. Okay I guess, what, I hang out at--

FW: Yes...there will work. If you move let me know.

DVD: Will do....and thanks Fire.

FW: Yeah, yeah...

Victor walks quickly out of the room, and the ninja cam follows him to a waiting cab and then stays as it pulls away into the night.

[madjack]

Texpress is sitting at a table discussing strategy, drinking Aquafina. Wilder comes over to join them...

TW = Yo dudes, how's' it hanging?

Zane - Hey Tommy - pull up a chair.

Wilder sits down, grabs a can of Monster Energy out of his bag, opens it up = and OOWF's MONSTER bursts into the room, and points at the can and yells -

M - DRINK MONSTER!!!!!!!

And he leaves.

TW - Worst. Endorsement. Deal. EVER.

Chad - No kidding.

Bridgette - Hey Shug - saw your promo. You sure it's a good idea, messing with Chloe like that? She isn't exactly right in the head.

Char - Man, gotta agree - you do not want her getting the wrong idea.

TW - Just shakin' the trees. Besides, she wouldn't crack the top 5 on the list of crazy chicks I dated.

Zane - You gotta be kidding...

TW - Seriously! When I was in Japan on the Vans tour, I dated this one crazy, CRAZY girl fro Osaka. She worked for a company that sold live octopus. And she was really into.....

Bridgette - WHOA! Not one more word, shug! No way, I do NOT want to hear it, Mr. Thomas Wilder!

Bridgette stomps off

Chad - Nice move, Ace.

Wilder - What? I was going to say she was into Superhero Cosplay. Really into dressing like Back Canary.

Zane - Geeeze.

Wilder - Wait... What was Bridgette thinking?




fade

[Jack Quinn]

<Old school promo time! Moose is standing behind a steel cage wall, a single light bulb hanging down, swinging back and forth, eerily illuminating the scene. Moose stands here gripping the cage tightly, looking down. We see a table set up behind him. Moose slowly bangs his head against the cage, then finally speaks>

......just over seventy-six years ago......June 25, 1937, Atlanta, Georgia......Jack Bloomfield defeated Count Petro Rossi in the first ever steel cage match

<Moose holds onto the steel tightly and bangs his head a little harder>

......two men decided that their differences were so great.....the hatred between them was so intense that they needed a steel cage surrounding the ring to keep one from running away. They decided that the best way to inflict more punishment was to bring unyeilding steel into the equation.

.......Stan Fulton, you and I are no strangers to the steel. In the OOWF a steel cage match is one of our more tame matches, isn't it. You decided to up the violence just a little bit though, didn't you?

<Chloe steps out of the darkness and lights a match and drops it onto the table, which bursts into flames>

.......Make no mistake about it Stan.....the OOWF is GOING to burn....

<Moose finally looks up and we see a trickle of blood running down his face>

.......someone has to be the first victim.......the first casualty. At Let It Ride.....Stan Fulton will burn

<Moose laughs maniacally and steps back, Chloe rises in front of him and spreads her arms Christ-like>

Chloe: trust us

[Chris Eco]

We cut to Ecosystem driving a rental car; before we hear sound, it appears that he's yelling at other drivers. Cut inside the car and change perspective...and he's arguing with The Joker in the front seat.



Eco: Yes, I'm nervous, okay? I haven't seen Mai since Wednesday. I knew I should have kept up with the roster.

Joker: Oh yes, you hobbling in to the ring when you're not cleared to wrestle would have done so much good.

Eco: What do you want me to do? Nothing?

Joker: Oh no no no. Plenty of people are doing that for us.

A tape recorder suddenly appears in Joker's hands, and he plays back Fulton's interview.

Jun 28, 2013 7:51:16 GMT -5 snelson66 said:

LN: “Speaking of Mai, how is she doing?”

SF: “She’s going to be fine. She lost a lot of blood from the chain shots Moose gave her and she’s got some bumps and bruises as expected, but otherwise she’s okay.”

LN: “It must have been hard for you to stand and watch Moose try to hurt her.”

SF: “Yes and no. Yes I didn’t want to see Mai be hurt, but no, this is what she wanted so I wasn’t going to take her moment away from her.”

FADE

Joker: Now, does that sound like a man we can trust to watch over our sister?

Eco: Well...(pause)...he's right. She is a professional now.

Joker: No.

Eco: No?

Joker: No, she's not. She can't legally drink in the United States for another month. She needs a guardian, Juni.

Eco: So what do you suggest, my imaginary friend?

Joker: Pull over.

Eco obliges. Our perspective shifts to outside the car, Joker gone.

Eco: (speaking in Joker voice, face twisting a bit.) Now...hand me your phone.

Eco: (normal voice) As long as you don't text my brokers again.

Eco: (Joker voice) Do I really seem like a guy who behaves consistently?

Eco hands the phone to himself, and begins typing. He hands the phone back to himself and we re-enter the car; the vision of The Joker is apparent again.

Joker: See, I want you to start taking things...a little more seriously. Text him.

Eco: (looking down at the phone) Jack.

Joker: Yes.

Eco: You cannot be serious. What, you want me to ask him to be nice to Stan?

Joker: No no no. Stan is not your responsibility. In fact, Stan may have to be sacrificed.

Eco: Excuse me?

Joker: Your job is to protect your sister. And you know what you have to do.

Suddenly, Eco grabs Joker by the throat and slams his head against the window. The Joker just laughs.

Eco: You piece of shit, I am NOT subjugating myself to Moose again.

Joker: Hoo haa...look at you, pulling over your car just to call yourself a piece of shit.

Eco: I'm not you. I'm not Chaos. I'm not Evil.

Joker: Oh, there you go exaggerating again. See, I'm not a monster...I'm just ahead of the curve.

I'm not asking you for chaos or evil. That's what you tried last time. You tried to be just like Moosehead Jack, drink the Kool-Aid alongside, and you ended up hurting Mai. That's not going to happen again.

See, Moose may be insane--almost as much as you--but like you, he knows how to be a businessman. You're going to cut a deal. If LD can take Miranda off the table, you can take Mai off the table.

Eco: ....It won't be what she wants.

Joker: Of course not. I'm sure Stan was correct about what Mai wants. So it's our choice now. Would you rather she be crippled and happy with you, or frustrated with you but safe?

Eco: ...

Joker: Besides, if Stan really cares about her, he'll forgive you. But hey...

Joker's face shifts again.



Joker O'Haire: ...I'm not telling you anything...that you didn't already know.

The Joker disappears. Eco pauses...and then picks up the phone. He starts and backspaces a text, and then finally rings.

Eco: (burying his face in his right palm.) Hello?...Hey Jack....

FAAAAADE

[Road Warrior Shark]

~~~ It is the morning of the PPV, just at sunrise. Chad is outside the front of the arena in jogging clothes, doing some stretching. We see a female form in a black hoodie approaching him from the side. Chad whips his head around and sees the Phoenix Risisng logo on her chest. He calls out, still unable to see her face. ~~~

Chad: Lisa? Thought you weren't coming?


~~~ She raises her hand and pulls the hood off her face. It is not Firewoman, but Miranda ~~~

Miranda: Disappointed?

Chad: Not at all. You gonna join me?

Miranda: Of course. Why else would I bee up at the literal butt-crack of dawn?

Chad: yeah, it's kind of early. but it's quiet, and not 125 degrees yet.

Miranda: No kidding. I stayed indoors ALL DAY yesterday because of the heat. Tried to swim the day before that and it was too miserable.

Chad: Well, when you sleep all morning, you miss out

~~~ She playfully smacks him on the arm, then begins to loosen up as well. ~~~

Miranda: So, you're 100% for tonight?

Chad: Pay per view weeks you're never really 100%, but yeah, I'm fine.

Miranda: I was really worried after Wednesday.

Chad: nothing to worry about.

Miranda: but The Sinners are so... MEAN. I think they are really out to hurt you.

Chad: They are. But I can handle them. Zane and I have been doing this a long time.

Miranda: But, you never know with them! Seems like EVERY TIME you face them, you get beat all to hell!

Chad: They might have gotten us last week. But they also lost the match. If that happens again tonight....

Miranda: I'll get to have dinner with a Champion?

Chad: You're on.

Miranda: I wish I could be out there with you. But there's no way Lisa & Alex would let me.


Chad: Don't worry your pretty little head about it. I've had my butt kicked worse than that and bounced right back. Might be a little slower on the rebound than I was when I was you're age...

Miranda: That's right, you're OLD

Chad: 30 isn't THAT old.

Miranda: Ewwww (laughs)

Chad: Well this 30-year-old is about to out last you this morning, what do you think about that?

Miranda: As IF!

~~~ They start running towards the rising sun as we fade.... ~~~

[Sportsguy]

We see Matt Folz sitting in his locker room alone.

MF: February 24th, 2013. OOWF Invitational Finals, Matt Folz against Moosehead Jack. Through a combination of incompetent officiating and a mistake on my part Moose won the match, but that doesn't change the fact that he was carried out of the ring unconscious while I walked out under my own power. 3 days later on February 27th, I'm giving Lisa Darling the wrestling lesson of her life. I'm mere seconds away from becoming OOWF World Champion when the bell mysteriously rings. I had that match won, I know it, Lisa Darling knows it, and all OOWF fans know it. So, after dominating both Moose and Lisa Darling in matches a mere 3 days apart, you know how many World Championship matches I've had since then? In four fucking months, I haven't received a single shot. I'm pissed off about it and I no longer accept it. That all ends beginning tonight.

Moose, I want you to pay close attention to how I embarrass your lackey Christian Carter tonight. After him, I'm moving up the ladder in order of relevance...Punswick, then the Saints you actually care about, not just the junior members: Chloe Cilo Cox Neal or whatever the hell she's calling herself by then, Stank, then LD Williams. I'm going to not just beat, but EMBARASS them all, until you're the only one left. Then when I get you one on one, I'm going to be the next OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. Trust me.


Fade

[Doug]

Dynamite Danny Taylor is seen walking into the Destroyatorium, when he notices the Murphy twins being checked over by some medical staff as Ashley and Spencer look on. Spencer sees him and walks over. Danny nods to the Murphys with a questioning look.

Spencer: Ghosthead got the drop on them. Doesn't look like any serious damage.

Danny nods and begins to walk away, when Spencer grabs his arm and stops him.

Spencer: It could have been worse. We need you here man. You are our heart, and you keep walking away. Look, me and Ash pour a mean drink, but we aren't much use in a fight, the Murphys have the fire and talent, but not the experience, and who knows where The Kai is at these days. We need you back.

Danny let's out a sigh, tired of getting told this by everyone, and motions that he is there. Spencer shakes her head no.

Spencer: Not physically. (she taps on his head) We need you mentally.

At this point, Firewomans promo begins and Ashley quickly turns the volume up on it causing it to catch Danny's eye. He watches it in silence and his entire body tenses up. Ashley cuts it off right before it can be revealed that Victor is not a real victim. When the camera focuses on Danny, for the first time in a long time he no longer looks sadly resigned, but instead he looks genuinely pissed. He turns and slams his fist into the wall, before turning to storm off.

Spencer: Where are you going?

Danny turns and makes the outline of a ring before heading out. A few moments of silence pass before DK speaks up.

DK: Looks like he bought it.

With that, Dashing Victor Deniro walks out from a dark corner to join the rest.

DVD: I sure hope so, we will have to find out tonight.

FADE

[DevSop]

OOWF LET IT RIDE
Live from Las Vegas, Nevada
Sunday, June 30th 2013


Tommy Wilder vs. Chloe

As the crowd hears “Baptized in the Blood of the Innocents” and Chloe's insane laughter followed by Korn's Shoots and Ladders, they begin booing the arrival of Chloe, who is accompanied by the World Heavyweight Champion Moosehead Jack. Chloe is all business tonight and is focused totally on Tommy Wilder. As she climbs into the ring she turns her back only momentarily to climb the turnbuckle and raise her branding iron and bloody towel to the crowd which boos Chloe unmercifully.

Bloodstains by Agent Orange fired up from the Jumbotron, but Wilder is nowhere to be seen. Finally a spotlite illuminates a spot in the rafters where Wilder is seen on a zip line. He rides the zipline down to the stage and as he jumps from the line to the stage he lands on a skateboard and rides down the ramp and around the ring, hitting a strategically placed ramp at ringside and lands on the apron and climbs the turnbuckle from the outside. The crowd cheers Wilder's athleticism but Chloe stares daggers into Wilder and Moose just smirks. Moose grabs Chloe by the shoulders and takes her chin in his hand. All the anger and emotion trains from her face as Moose softly talks to the young woman. She nods and becomes more agitated until Moose takes the bloody towel and holds it close to her face. Her eyes close as she breathes deeply. When her eyes reopen they blaze in anger and a twisted grin is on her face. Moose smiles as he steps out of the ring and takes a seat.

The referee calls for the bell and Chloe charges but Wilder steps out of the way and begins slamming her with fists and knees. Wilder throws Chloe across the ring and he follows in with a CAFFEINE RUSH! Chloe drops down and out of the ring and the crowd boos. Wilder leaps to the turnbuckle and flies off the top rope diving at Chloe but Chloe is able to grab Wilder in a modified Powerslam on the floor! Chloe is able to get Wilder up and drive his back into the apron! Chloe rolls into the ring to break the count, then points at Wilder and tells the referee to count. Most of the crowd boos except for a small section of black shirted contingent wearing SOS t-shirts shouting “CHLO-EEE.” Chloe climbs the turnbuckle and acknowledges the Saints fans. She then flies off the turnbuckle split legged and lands on Wilders shoulders, but Wilder uses Chloe's momentum against her as he shifts the momentum and Wilder drops Chloe hard on HER back! Wilder leaps onto the apron, jumps onto the second rope, and moonsaults onto Chloe.

Wilder climbs back into the ring and plays to the fans, and that brings Moose out of his seat. As Chloe gets to her feet outside Wilder hits the ropes looking for a probable dive but Moose grabs Wilder's leg, pulls him out and runs him into the ring post, then walks back to his seat. Chloe rolls into the ring and sees no opponent. Moose points to the floor, and Chloe rolls back out and again runs Wilder into the post, then rolls him into the ring. Chloe climbs the turnbuckle...Alabama Jam! She covers Wilder, ONE, TWO, NO! Wilder just rolls the shoulder. Chloe climbs on top of Wilder and begins raining down fists, then starts choking him. The referee starts counting, with Chloe just breaking at five after driving her fingers into Wilder's throat. Chloe begins arguing with the referee which lets Moose reach in and grab Wilder's legs, and Moose introduces Wilder's family jewels to the ring post. Moose then climbs up on the apron and begins arguing with the referee, and that allows Chloe to run to the corner and begin standing on Wilder's chest and throat. Moose finally stops arguing and the referee sees what Chloe is doing and begins counting. Chloe breaks right at five, but then jumps to the second turnbuckle and drops a Banzai on Wilder's chest. Chloe pulls Wilder out of the corner, turns him over...EDGEUCATION in the middle of the ring. Wilder is in a lot of pain and he starts slowly crawling toward the ropes. He's close to grabbing the ropes but Moose reaches up and pulls the bottom rope out of his reach. The referee has had enough and throws Moose out! Moose is screaming at the referee that he can't do that to the champion, but the referee is insistent. Meanwhile, Chloe still has Wilder tied up as Moose is being removed. The referee calls for the break and Chloe waits until five, then starts kicking away at Wilder's legs. The referee can't get her to break until he finally has to physically insert himself between the two combatants. Chloe begins stalking the smaller referee as he has to remind her he's the boss.

Wilder pulls himself up in the corner, Chloe charges---BUISAKI KNEE that connects. Chloe turns him around, Fisherman Buster! Chloe floats over and hooks the leg, ONE, TWO, NO! Wilder kicks out! Chloe is incensed and gets in the referee's face. Both argue while Wilder picks himself up. Chloe turns and measures Wilder for a kick off the ropes. She charges but Wilder catches the foot and spins her around – Wilder with the ENZIGURI! Wilder hits the ropes but Chloe gets the leg up for the boot! Wilder drops to one knee but bounces back up and starts jaw jacking at Chloe who gets nose to nose with him. She hits the ropes again and goes for the boot to the face again but Wilder Matrixes the boot. Chloe turns around and walks into another ENZIGURI! Waistlock by Wilder, TIGER SUPLEX! ONE, TWO, NO! Chloe kicks out! Wilder heads for the top rope... MOONSAULT...but Chloe moves...but Wilder lands on his feet and hits a Standing Moonsault and hooks the leg, ONE, TWO, NO! Chloe kicks out. Wilder climbs to the top rope again...but here comes Chloe...ASIATIC SPIKE! Wilder crotches himself on the top turnbuckle. Chloe climbs to the top rope, picks up Wilder and locks in a Front Face Lock---Corkscrew---NO! Wilder knees Chloe in the face and she slumps, but Wilder grabs on to her. Gets her up in Fireman's Carry, can it be? Yes, BASE JUMP! Wilder covers, ONE, TWO, THREE!

WINNER in 22:45 – Tommy Wilder

Wilder wastes no time in getting out of the ring and grabbing his skateboard as Moosehead Jack, Stank, and LD Williams come roaring out of the back. Wilder dodges the Saints and skateboards his way back up the ramp where he grabs a rope dropped from the rafters and is pulled to safety.


Poe & The Kai vs. The Word & Mystery Partner

Poe and Kai are out first to a strong reaction from the crowd, as the quasi-family make their way into the ring talking—perhaps strategy, perhaps discussing who The Word’s partner will be? Well, here comes the masked Word, and we’re about to find out the mystery man!

The Word steps out atop the stage, and raises one fist…and some nondescript man comes out behind him…and raises his face to reveal one white eyebrow. It’s SERAPH! Seraph is back!

A number of fans seem to remember Seraph—and Poe certainly does—though many newer fans haven’t seen his face before. Word and Seraph head down to the ring slowly, methodically, Seraph looking to start off the match. Kai decides he wants to kick things off, and here we go!

Seraph makes no wasted movement, dodging to start and looking for an opening, which he finally gets with a drop toehold to Kai! Seraph comes out the front, yanking Kai up for a snap suplex! The first connects…and then a second…but as he goes for a third, the fast Kai reverses into a neckbreaker! Kai begins to go to work on Seraph with elbow strikes, and goes to the outside looking for a springboard clothesline—but Seraph catches him, and throws with a belly to belly! Seraph dropkicks Kai into the turnbuckles, and Poe immediately tags in,

Poe has Seraph better scouted, catching the smaller returning wrestler with strikes and kicks every time he goes in from a suplex, looking to stymie the technician. Seraph adjusts course and begins to throw and exchange shots, but Poe pulls him down into a triangle choke! Poe offers no release as Seraph drops fists—so Seraph adjusts position, kicking his leg through Poe’s, pushing up, and reversing into THE SERAPH SHARPSHOOTER!

Poe struggles toward the ropes, looking to get a break…but Seraph reaches out for the tag to The Word, who bounds off the opposite ropes and NAILS Poe with a stiff boot to the left knee while he’s being held, loud enough to make a noise! The knee twists a weird way as Seraph releases, and The Word stays on it with stomps, until Poe pops up off the other leg to catch The Word with an uppercut and DDT!

However, even the jumping DDT seems to have hurt Poe on the landing, and he hobbles/crawls his way to Kai, tagging his partner in. Kai begins to put the boots to The Word, but The Word grabs his legs and flapjacks him, neck first on the top rope! Back elbow to Kai’s neck as he bounces off, and Kai goes down in a heap, grabbing his neck in pain. He may just experienced some kind of stinger. The Word raises his right arm as he picks up Kai…HAND OF GOD MANDIBLE! Kai is struggling in the hold, kicking The Word in the thigh as he reaches back to the ropes—but The Word pulls him in tighter, pushing the neck back further and further, forcing Kai to tap out before Poe can stumble in!

Winners in 8:32…The Word and Seraph!

The Word drops The Kai to the ground hard, as he stands tall next to Seraph. Poe helps Kai out the ring, and the trainers check on both of them, seeing Poe avoiding any weight on his left and Kai favoring the neck. The announcers opine that they may suffered real injuries based on how slowly they are helped to the back, questioning if they may be forced into some time off.


Ghosthead vs. Jason Allen

Jason comes out fast, surprising Ghosthead with his speed and quickness advantage and nailing Ghosthead with a flying forearm. Jason heads up and nails a flying clothesline. Spinning heel kick is followed up by a top rope clothesline. Jason bridges the legs for a 2 count. Both men get back to their feet, this time Ghosthead levels Jason with a clothesline.

The two men go back and forth with several high impact moves for the next few minutes, exchanging several two counts. The end comes when Jason goes for the Royal Flush, Ghosthead hits a low blow and rolls him up in a small package for a 3 count.

Winner in 15 minutes: Ghosthead


Banned from Everywhere vs. Murphy’s Law

The Drinkers & Destroyers are out first, getting a nice pop from the crowd as DK Murphy gives the fans some hand slaps in the front row, Daniella a little more stoic but still appreciating the reaction. Next out is Banned From Everywhere…wait, it’s just Awesome Bill? Has something happened to Justin? The camera cuts backstage…and we see that Justin is just persistently begging money off the gorilla position techs, who finally oblige as Justin enters. Bill just sighs and takes a swing of PCPL before the two enter the ring.

Handshakes to start, as Bill locks up with Daniella Murphy, taking control after a bit with a step over armbar…Daniella is stuck as she tries to twist out, as DK yells a reversal from the outside. Daniella considers the instructions.—and then punches Bill in the face until he lets go. That’s how Daniella reverses EVERYTHING!...Daniella then takes over with the brawling, despite giving up some size, but Awesome Bill powers through with an Awesome Spear out of the corner! Bill slams Daniella’s head to mat, giving as he got, before tossing her with a release German!

Bill gives the tag to Justin Sane, who has already gone to the top rope, and leaps with an attempted 630—but Justin overshoots and ends up landing on his feet past Daniella! Sane look pretty proud for sticking the landing regardless, and takes a little bow until Daniella rolls him up from behind: good for two! Justin flails his way out and starts kicking at Daniella, catching her hard in the head—until DK Murphy reaches into his pocket and waves a $5 bill around from the corner. Bill yells as Justin not to take it—until DK pulls out $20 more, and Bill says “Hell son, you might as well.”

Justin walks over to DK, takes the money and shakes his hand…Daniella comes around and tags in on the other hand, and DK climbs up the turnbuckles, twisting the handshake grip before leaping—OLD SCHOOL! DK wraps the arm around: REAR NAKED CHOKE! Daniella plays defense against Bill, and Justin is forced to tap!

Winners in 6:43…Murphy’s Law!


Before we head to the ring, we’re getting word that LJ Bennett is meeting with a former OOWF World Champion in the back and we have a INC on the scene. The camera is a bit snowy at first before it focuses on the back of a man meeting with LJ Bennett. The mics pick up in mid-conversation.

LJB: If you’re sure you can handle it, I do owe you for your help in my first attempt to gain some power in the OOWF.

Unknown Man: I’m sure. I’m almost 1 year clean & sober now and I think, the closure here would be one of the final steps for me.

LJB: And you promise me no shenanigans and this isn’t some plan to undermine the Saints because I know you don’t have the most well-intentioned history with them.

UM: I swear to you LJ, this is personal just for me. I have no ulterior motives for this. And I promise you, I just want one last chance to talk to the fans that gave me my first big break. Nothing more.

LJB: I believe that is something we can do then. This Wednesday, at Midweek Mayhem live from Green River, Utah *Crickets*…anyway, this week will be Eric O’Mac appreciation night.

The Unknown Man extends his hand and we finally do see that it is in fact the 2-time former World Champion, longest reigning Onslaught & Tag Team Champion, Eric O’Mac.

EOM: Thank you LJ. You really don’t know how much this means to me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I want to catch the rest of this fabulous show from my seat. Kinda don’t want to run into anyone before I prepare myself for it.

LJB: Understood. See you Wednesday, Eric.


Christian Carter vs. Alexander Darling vs. Matt Folz

We go in reverse order of popularity here. Christian Carter comes out first to massive boos. Matt Folz also comes out to boos, although they are a little less intense. Then the crowd shifts into cheers as the self-proclaimed Darling of Professional Wrestling, Alexander Darling comes out. Seems the crowd agrees. While he is walking to the ring, slapping hands, Carter is glaring daggers at Folz, who doesn't seem to notice, or just doesn't care. Finally Alex gets in the ring, Folz talks some trash, Alex waves it off, and we get the bell.

Folz goes after Alex, but he's cut off by Carter who immediately drives Folz back into the ropes. He lets up but only after the referee calls for the break. Darling spins him around, ducks a clothesline and shoulder blocks him backward into a recovered Folz who pulls the rope down so that Carter goes over and to the floor. Folz stands and looks at Alex, and they smirk at each other at the unintentional teamwork. Folz swings, Alex ducks, and Folz hits the canvas as Carter has recovered and pulled his legs out from under him. Carter climbs into the ring, to the top rope and quickly leg drops onto Folz. He rulls him over for the pin, but no way is Alex going to let that happen. He pulls him Carter backward off Folz, applies a few kicks and then an elbow drop. He gets to his feet, helping Carter up with him, turning him and then dropping into a backbreaker over his knee. Carter flops to the ground and Alex looks like he's going to cover but before he does, Folz grabs him from behind and hits a suplex. He tries to get Alex into an STF, but that gives Carter time to recover. Carter kicks Folz upside the head, forcing him away from Alex. Carter then puts Folz into a cross face, screaming at him to tap. Alex sees this and waits....waits....waits......until just the right moment, and then runs the ropes and dropkicks Carter away from Folz. Alex tries to lock in the cloverleaf on a groggy Folz, but that's broken up by a kick in the head from Carter. Alex is woozy, as is Folz, and Carter chooses to pin Folz instead. He rolls him over, puts the forearm across the chin, and one, two...NO! Folz kicks out.

We continue on this way. Lots of countering and counter-countering, but it seems that Carter is focusing most of his attention on Folz. Whenever he gets the opportunity to neutralize Darling, he attacks Folz. Still there are lots of close calls and near falls, and each one whips the crowd up into a bigger frenzy, as they're really getting into it. Carter and Darling are exchanging blows after Darling pulls Carter of Folz in another near fall. Cartner takes offense and starts peppering Darling with punches, drawing a warning. When Carter turns to complain, Darling takes him over with an inside cradle, yet Carter kicks out. At about that point, Folz comes FLYING in from the turnbuckle, as they both missed him climbing up there, and hits a flying head butt, on to Carter. Carter is stunned, and Folz isn't much better, really. Alexander attacks Carter, gets him up to hit the DARLING DRIVER! He goes in for the pin, but it appears Folz was not as stunned as he let on and he drop kicks Darling across the ring, and then pins Carter. One, two, three!

Your winner in 19:37, Matt Folz


Firewoman vs. Danny Taylor – w/Ghosthead as ref

Ghosthead's theme plays over the loudspeakers and OOtron as the crowd responds appropriately. Boos rain heavily on the stage. The Death Knell makes his way down the ramp carrying a blood stained referee's shirt. Strange.. What could that mean? Somebody should probably go check the back and make sure the roster of refs is still intact. Ghosthead slides in under the bottom rope and puts on the shirt, as Pyro ignites and Firewoman makes her way down to the ring accompanied by her music. The crowd cheers wildly for her while she acknowledges them, slapping a few hands along the way. Ghosthead perches atop a corner turnbuckle as Firewoman slides in the ring an awaits her opponent. Here comes the Boom as Danny Taylor comes out and the crowd continues to cheer wildly. Danny Taylor looks somewhat reluctant, but shakes that off and walks with a purpose down the ramp. Just as Taylor makes it to ringside, he is HIT by a BEAUTIFUL somersault NO HANDS PLANCHA from a vaulting Firewoman!

Fire and DDT tumble ringside and Ghosthead remains seated on the turnbuckle nonplussed. Fire continues her assault with a flurry of kicks, as DDT struggles to rise to his feet and defend himself. Firewoman attacks like a woman possessed... or like... Firewoman... if you will... before Taylor manages to shove her away! He goes to slide in under the rope, but Fire catches his foot and drags him back out, attempting to whip him into the steel steps. Taylor REVERSES and Firewoman crashes hard! Fire lays on her back and holds her leg where steel just met femur, as DDT slides back into ring. Ghosthead remains on top of the turnbuckle and hasn't even attempted to participate, looking rather emotionless as he observes the action. This is not a no count out, no disqualification match, so why isn't Ghosthead counting Firewoman out? For that matter he hasn't even called for the bell signaling the official start of this match.

Taylor turns his attention to Ghosthead and the first signs of emotion show on Ghosthead's face as the two glare at one another, before Firewoman slides in under the bottom rope, sneaking up behind DDT and HITS the big man with a CRUCIFIX DRIVER! Firewoman pins DDT as the crowd counts 1..2..3..4..5! What the hell is going on? Firewoman turns her head and glances up at Ghosthead who remains seated on the turnbuckle. She angrily yells something at him which can't be heard over the fans booing, before she rises to her feet and walks slowly toward Ghosthead clearly frustrated. Ghost could care less, ignoring Firewoman's indignation, slowly turning to the time keeper, signaling for the guy to ring the bell and officially mark the start of this match. The Death Knell looks annoyed as he hops down off the turnbuckle and stands facing Firewoman. He gestures broadly that she can proceed with match and she simply scowls, turning her attention back to Danny Taylor as he slowly rises to his feet, pulling himself up by the ropes.

With his back still turned, Fire launches herself and strikes DDT with an elbow to the back of his head. Taylor falls to one knee as Fire continues with several more elbows then pulls him back down to the mat. Knees to the head knock Danny Taylor loopy before Fire climbs the turnbuckle and lands on him with the BEST FIRESAULT EVER!! Fire covers and Ghost does not count. Fire hops up to her feet and stalks over to Ghosthead, shoving him several steps backward! Ghosthead points to the blood stained badge on his ref shirt and shoves Firewoman right back, warning her not to touch him again! The crowd boos while Danny Taylor rolls out the ring and falls to the floor below.

Firewoman is livid, trembling with rage, wanting desperately to beat the crap out of Ghosthead, but she instead dismisses Ghost with a wave and slides out the ring. She pulls Taylor to his feet and runs him back, slamming him up against the crowd barricade! Taylor falls to his knees putting a hand on his lower back, wincing in pain! Firewoman proceeds to assault Taylor with several leg kicks onto his chest ala Daniel Bryan! She rears back for a final devastating kick, but Taylor ducks underneath and SHOVES her away! They both notice that Ghosthead is counting them out at this point! His count reaches EIGHT! NIIIIIIINE! Taylor and Firewoman RUSH into the ring just before Ghost counts TEN! The Death Knell claps his hands signalling that both made it in on time and the match continues. Whew!

Fire and Danny both look annoyed with Ghosthead. Danny even more so. The big man rises to his feet and moves toward Ghost, but only makes it partway there before noticing in his peripheral vision Firewoman running toward him. He dips down and LAUNCHES her HIGH in the air with a BACK BODY DROP! Taylor pulls Fire up, Irish whip, RUNNING CLOTHESLINE! Fire is down as Taylor covers! Slow count from Ghosthead 1... .... .... ............ .. TWO!...... ..... Firewoman kicks out!

Taylor and Ghost both rise to their feet. Taylor grabs a fist full of Ghosthead's shirt yanking him in closer! Ghosthead knocks DDT's arm loose and SHOVES Taylor back pointing to his referee shirt with a wild look in his eyes! Danny Taylor advances on Ghosthead who cocks his fist ready to fight the big man before Taylor is SPUN around and DROPPED by a FIRESTORM (Snap Double underhook DDT!) Firewoman smoothly transitions into a LAST CHANCERY submission hold and Taylor is in trouble! The crowd noise level rises as Taylor flails his free arm wildly before struggling his way over and grabbing the bottom rope. With relief Ghosthead actually signals for Fire to release the hold and she complies as Taylor rolls out the ring to gather himself. Fire runs the ropes, rebounds and DIVES through ropes on the opposite side, launching herself Taylor, but the big man sees her at the last moment and sidesteps out of harms way! Fire crashes into the barricade!

Ghosthead begins his count and gets to FOUR! before Taylor shoves Firewoman in under the bottom rope. He pins her before Fire kicks out at one! He pulls Firewoman to her feet and BODYSLAMS her down to the mat followed by a pin 1.. 2.. Kick out! Taylor pulls Fire to her feet, Irish whip, BIG BOOT! Pin! Kickout at TWO! Taylor lifts Firewoman up, SUPLEX for ONE! Taylor reaches down to pull Firewoman back up but is SPUN around by an angry Ghosthead! Taylor scowls at Ghost as The Death Knell angrily punches his fist into his open palm several times, clearly frustrated by DDT's lackluster offense. Ghosthead yells at Danny Taylor to FIGHT Firewoman, pointing at her while jabbing at the air with his fist! Taylor shakes his head angrily and smacks the side of his head ala Ryback as he points back at Firewoman without looking, not noticing she is slowly rising to her feet.

Ghosthead continues to argue with Danny Taylor and waves him off, threatening to disqualify the big man... just because... but Firewoman is having none of that and she intercepts Ghosthead, yelling at him and warning The Death Knell that he better not stop this match! Taylor steps between Fire and Ghost and the crowd is just shitting all over this. The three are now standing in the middle of the ring as Ghost yells at both of them to FIGHT! FIGHT! FIIIIIIIIIGHT!

Danny and Fire look at each other then look at Ghosthead... DOUBLE STANDING DROPKICK on Ghost sends him to the mat and has the crowd roaring in approval! Ghosthead pulls himself up by the ropes.. DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE out of the ring! The crowd CHEERS wildly, but that is soon tempered as Fire shoves Danny Taylor back a few steps! He looks down at Firewoman and shakes his head. Firewoman is not down with the passivity and SMACKS the taste out of Taylor's mouth, before launching into a flurry of kicks and punches that has Taylor reeling. Irish whip and Fire attempts a second CRUCIFIX DRIVER which Taylor reverses into a SAMOAN DROP! Taylor pulls Firewoman up to her feet and she breaks loose, SLAPPING Taylor full on his cheek a second time! DDT's eyes grow wide with anger, but Fire is not playing as she DROPS Danny with a GRECO ROMAN KICK TO THE NUTS!

Taylor's eyes roll into the back of his head as he holds his jewels and slumps down to his knees! He is then knocked down on his back by a rebounding Firewoman's SHINING WIZARD! She quickly heads to the corner post, climbs to the top... PHOENIX SPLASH HITS!

Ghosthead has rolled back into the ring at this point and Firewoman eyes him warily. She rises to her feet ready for a fight with Ghost, but he begs off. He gestures for her to pin Danny. She alternates between looking at Ghosthead and looking down at Taylor, not sure what to do. Ghosthead slowly approaches her and speaks in deference toward Firewoman. He gestures calmly toward Danny indicating Firewoman should pin him while she still can. Fire scowls toward Ghosthead, but decides to go for the pin. Danny stirs before she makes the attempt so she drops several knees down on his lower back to soften him up! She then pulls Taylor's arms back... CURBSTOMP! She turns around to lifts his legs and locks in the WALLS OF JERICHO!

Taylor would be screaming in agony if he could, but the look on his face says it all as he struggles towards the ropes. Ghosthead asks if Taylor wants to tap, but he shakes his head "NO" as he fights onward toward the ropes, the crowd cheering him on! Taylor is inches away before Firewoman struggles herself mightily to pull Taylor back, redoubling her efforts as she slowly succeeds and reapplies THE WALLS! Taylor is now caught in the middle of the ring, his arms flailing in agony, seeking to dig in and pull himself out of this hold! He grabs the top of his head in frustration as he grows weaker! He manages with his last reserves to slowly push himself up off the mat, but Fire quickly releases his legs and drops and elbow to the back of his head! She pulls his arms back for a second CURBSTOMP then reapplies THE WALLS, this time sitting her knee on the back of Taylor's head!

Danny Taylor is fading, blood running from his mouth and nose, as Ghosthead drops down on his hands and knees next to Taylor's, staring at the big man, watching consciousness slip away. Ghost grabs Taylor's arm, lifts it, and lets it drop for a count of one! He lifts the arm again and it drops lifelessly for two! Fire applies greater pressure, as Ghost reaches to lift Danny's arm for the last time... ... but NO! He hops to his feet, jumps in front of Firewoman unleashes BLACK MIST full on her face!

Fire drops to the mat rubbing at her burning eyes, as Ghost mounts her, and rains down fists to her stained head! He pulls Firewoman up and drops her with a HORROR DRIVER! The crowd boos the shit out of this as Ghost runs, jumps to the top turnbuckle, SPECTRE'S FALL HITS on Firewoman!

Boos rain down even louder as Ghosthead quickly rises to his feet and pulls an unconscious Danny Taylor over to Firewoman, draping the big man's arm over her for a very fast count of ONE.TWO.THREE!

Your Winner in 34:49 DANNY TAYLOR!

Ghosthead rips off his referee shirt, balls it up, and throws it out at the fans while they continue to boo. He stares down at Firewoman and Danny Taylor's lifeless bodies as OOWF officials and medical staff make their way down the ramp. Ghost drops down by Danny Taylor and pulls back his head staring wildly at him and screaming something unintelligible in his face, before letting Taylor's head plop back down to the mat. Ghost then crawls over by Firewoman and simply laughs at her as the officials enter the ring and worriedly stand around, unwilling to engage Ghosthead, opting to gesture for him to get out of the way so they can flush Firewoman's eyes and attend to Danny Taylor, who is just starting to wake up.

The crowd screams in delight as Murphy's Law rush out from the back and race toward the ring! Ghosthead quickly rises to his feet as DK rolls in under the bottom rope and Ghosthead is on him before he can further his attack! The crowd cheers as Daniella slides in and pulls Ghosthead off of her brother! Ghost kicks at her, but DK is up and he spins Ghosthead around, BLASTING him with a EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! Double team moves by Murphy's Law lead to an attempted CALL OF THE WILD! But Ghosthead slides out the ring at the last moment before they can fully hit the move! Ghost backs up the ramp laughing maniacally as Murphy's Law glare at him from inside the ring and the officials attend to the wounded. Danny Taylor catches a glimpse of a replay on the OOTron of his tainted victory over Firewoman. He looks away, distraught over how it transpired.


Onslaught Title – Elimination Match
Amazing Jos © vs. Miranda vs. Chris Evans vs. Jeremy Punswick

Miranda is out first, and if the rookie is nervous, she's hiding it well. She poses on the turnbuckles and waves to the fans, then stretches in her corner. Jeremy Punswick is out next, and the reaction for the saint is considerably different than the rookie's Punswick doesn't seem affected, and ignores the crowd as he climbs into the ring. Chris Evans doesn't fare much better with the fans, and cares about as much as Punswick. He strolls to the ring and heads to his corner. The mood shifts as the Onslaught Champion steps onto the stage. Amazing Jos stops and holds his championship high, then sprints down the aisle and slides into the ring. He poses on the turnbuckles and drinks in the cheers, then hands his belt to referee Davis Hightower, who displays it to the crowd and calls for the bell.

Miranda and Punswick start out. They circle, and the rookie goes for a lockup, but Punswick goes low and drives a shoulder into her midsection, pushing her back into the corner. He attacks with punches and kicks before pulling her out into a short arm clothesline. Miranda ducks it and catches him with a mule kick. She pivots and drives her heel into his temple, and then shoves him into the corner. She hits a pair of European uppercuts and takes Punswick over with a suplex. Miranda hops to the middle rope - and Evans kicks the ropes, knocking her off balance. Miranda grabs the top rope to steady herself, which gives Punswick time to get up and take her down with a release German suplex. Punswick drags Miranda to Evans' corner and reaches for the tag - and gets punched in the face for his trouble. Punswick staggers back, and Maranda rolls him up for a one count.

Punswick rolls to his feet, and Evans slaps him on the back to tag himself into the match. Punswick responds with a right hand and the battle is on. As Hightower tries to get Punswick out of the ring, Miranda makes a tag to Jos. They get a running start and nail Evans and Punswick with tandem dropkicks. Punswick rolls out to the apron and Miranda returns to her corner. Jos grabs Evans in a facelock as he gets up and leaps, kicking off of Punswick (and knocking him to the floor) and spiking Evans with a DDT. He rolls Evans over and covers, but only gets one.

Jos pulls Evans to his feet and backs him to the ropes. He hits a series of chops and starts an Irish whip, but Evans grabs the ropes. Jos responds with a right hand followed by a knee to the stomach. He tries for a suplex, but Evans blocks and reverses. Jos breaks free mid-move and drops to the apron behind him. Evans turns, and Jos blasts him with an elbow,sending him staggering back. Jos springboards off the top rope and nails Evans with a flying forearm. He pulls Evans to his feet and goes for the Falcon kick, but Evans ducks it. Evans bundles Jos to the ropes and sends him across the ring. Jos ducks a clothesline and pops Evans with a superkick when he turns around. Jos goes to the ropes, and Punswick tags himself in.

Jos lunges at Punswick, but Hightower steps in his way and sends him to his corner. Punswick tries to take advantage of the distraction to get an illegal shot in on Evans, but the veteran is expecting it and strikes with a low blow of his own. Punswick staggers, and Evans levels him with a dropkick just as Hightower turns back to the action. Evans pulls Punswick up and plants him with a double-underhook backbreaker. He hits a lionsault and covers, but only gets two.

Evans hauls Punswick to his feet and slams him in the face with a forearm. He sends Punswick to the ropes and stops him cold with a fist to the midsection. Evans hooks Punswick for the Way of the Future, but Punswick catches him with an elbow to the knee before he can lift him up. Punswick breaks Evans' grip before he can reset and yanks his legs out from under him. Punswick tries to tie Evans into a Sharpshooter, but Evans rolls free. Evans gets to his feet in the corner, and Punswick charges in, but Evans dodges a Yakuza kick. Punswick gets caught up for a moment, and Evans makes a tag to Miranda.

By the time Miranda ducks into the ring, Punswick frees himself. He blocks the chop she throws and fires back with one of his own. Miranda staggers, and Punswick slams her back into the turnbuckles. Punswick drives his shoulder repeatedly into her midsection and lifts her onto the top rope. He climbs up as well and tries to set her up for a superplex, but Miranda battles back. They exchange forearms, with Punswick getting the better of it. He sets up the superplex again, but she catches him with a knee to the face and dives over him, dragging him off the ropes into a sunset flip powerbomb! Miranda covers, and Hightower counts One...Two,..Punswick gets a foot on the ropes!

Miranda rolls to her feet and immediately drops a knee into Punswick's throat. She pulls him up and stuns him with a European uppercut. She shoves him into the corner and gets a running start, but he dodges a high knee. She lands one foot on the middle turnbuckle and springs off, trying to hit a bulldog, but Punswick sends her crashing to the mat. He grabs Miranda's arms before she can get up and rolls her over to hit a curb stomp. He drags Miranda to her feet - Extinction Level Event! Punswick hooks the leg and Hightower slides into position to count One...Two...Three.

Miranda has been eliminated

Punswick gets to his feet with a sadistic grin on his face. He grabs the rookie by the hair and pulls her to her feet. He sets up another Extinction Level Event, but doesn't see the champion step into the ring. Jos nails him with a superkick that causes him to release Miranda and stagger toward the ropes. Evans grabs Punswick's head and drops off the apron, clotheslining him on the top rope. Punswick bounces off and stumbles right into a Falcon kick! Jos covers, and Hightower counts One...Two...Three!

Jeremy Punswick has been eliminated

Jos gets to his feet, and Evans immediately drops him with a superkick. He follows that up with a knee to the temple and stomps the champion into the mat. He pulls Jos up and sends him into the corner, following him in and burying a knee in his midsection. He snapmares the champion and delivers a hard kick to the back, then goes to the ropes and delivers a baseball slide dropkick. He covers, but Jos kicks out at two. Evans bounces to his feet and drives a legdrop into the champion's throat. He pulls Jos up and tries to set up the Way of the Future, but Jos pulls free. Jos ducks a wild swing from Evans and fires back with a series of kicks that drive him back into the corner. The champion doubles Evans over with a spinning back kick, and follows that up with a pump kick. Evans staggers, and Jos nails him with the Shut the Hell up! Jos covers, and Hightower counts One...Two...Evans kicks out!

Jos rolls to his feet and springs to the middle rope to hit a legdrop. He makes another cover, but Evans kicks out before one. Jos pulls Evans up and sends him to the corner, following him in with a back elbow. Jos tries to hook Evans for a suplex, but Evans switches their positions, delivering a knee to a sensitive location at the same time. He hooks the champion and plants him with a double underhook backbreaker. He jumps to the second rope and hits a lionsault. Evans hooks the leg, and Barros counts One...Two...Jos kicks out!

Evans gets up and stalks the champion. He nails Jos with a high knee as he gets up, driving him into the corner. Evans catches him as he bounces off and hits the Chimera-Plex! The Dragon suplex leaves Jos next to the ropes, however, and he rolls to the outside before Evans can make a cover. Evans follows him out and bounces Jos' head off of the ring apron before slinging him into the baricade. Evans climbs onto the apron, gets a running start, and leaps, but Jos moves out of the way of a clothesline. Evans manages to get his hands out and catch himself, but a legsweep from Jos sends his head into the steel. Jos drags Evans up and tosses him back into the ring.

Jos hauls Evans to his feet and shoves him into the corner. He hits a series of chops, then drags the challenger onto his shoulders - Shut the Hell up V.2 - NO! Evans reverses mid move and spikes the champion with a DDT! The move leaves both men down, and Hightower starts to count. Evans stirs at three, and crawls across his opponent. He hooks the leg, and Barros counts One...Two...Thr - Jos kicks out!

Evans slaps the mat in frustration and crawls to the ropes, using them to drag himself to his feet. He waits for the champion to get up. Eye of the Storm - Jos catches the kick and spins Evans around - Falcon Kick! Jos falls on Evans and hooks both legs, rolling him up. Hightower counts One...Two...Three!

WINNER, and still OOWF Onslaught Champion, in 29:47, Amazing Jos!


Intercontinental Title Match
Mai Muyo © vs. Alexis Darling

Alexis is out first to the strains of “Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons. She gets a nice response from the crowd and she climbs to the apron and waves back. She chats up the referee while the crowd anticipates the champion.

“Hero” by Skillet (Ed.: featuring a super hot drummer... whew!) brings out OOWF Intercontinental Champion Mai Muyo. Mai, as expected, is super excited to be here and the crowd eats it up. Mai is not moving very fast though. The beating she took by Moosehead Jack on Wednesday is obvious affecting her. Mai gingerly climbs into the ring and waves to the crowd.

The ref take the IC belt from Mai, shows it to the crowd, confirms that both combatants are ready and calls for the bell.

Mai and Alexis come to the center of the ring and shake hands. They circle each other and Alexis puts her hands up for a Greco-Roman knuckle lock. Mai obliges. Both women struggle to gain an advantage. Alexis slowly gets Mai’s hands turned and forces them all the way down to the mat. Where she stomps on them.

Mai snaps her arms back and clutches her right hand in pain. She looks at Alexis is what can only be described as disappointment. Mai gets back to her feet and backs up to a corner.

Alexis makes a motion for Mai to come back and play. Mai gets an odd look in her eyes. It’s like a film dropped over her face. She rushes out of the corner at Alexis with a fury Alexis didn’t anticipate. Mai catches Alexis with a spear and she’s quickly back up and climbing the turnbuckle.

Mai leaps off with a frogsplash and makes a cover for a two count. Mai rolls off and locks in an armbar. She wrenches back on Alexis’s arm and yells, “Tap out!”

Alexis doesn’t and she drags both herself and Mai to the ropes and she’s finally able to grab the lower one. The referee makes a five-count and Mai releases on three and a half. Mai rolls to her knees and lowers her head. She gets to her feet and backs up to let Alexis get up.

Alexis gets to her feet and shakes the feeling back into her arm. Both women come back to the center of the ring and lock up collared-elbow like. Alexis rolls Mai into a headlock. Mai pushes Alexis towards the corner, but Alexis runs up the ropes and pushes off driving Mai’s head into the mat. Mai is stunned and Alexis jumps up on the second rope and comes off with a pretty moonsault. The crowd can hear the breath leave Mai as Alexis hits.

Alexis hooks a leg and gets a two count. Mai is slow to get to her feet, so Alexis helps her. Alexis slams Mai’s head into the turnbuckle. This opens up the wound from Wednesday and Mai leaves a bloodstain on the top turnbuckle.

Alexis grabs Mai from behind and hits a release German suplex. Mai hits hard and her head bounces off the mat. She rolls over on her stomach clutching her head. Alexis comes up from behind grabs her legs. DARLING CLUTCH! This could be it. Blood is pumping out of the cut in Mai’s head and pooling under her face. Mai’s arm is stretched out and it looks like she’s going to tap. But Alexis threw her far enough on that release suplex that Mai is close enough to the ropes to grab one.

Alexis releases the hold by the end of the ref’s five count. She backs up per the ref’s instructions and Mai gets to her knees before exploding with a SPEAR that bends Alexis in half. Mai looks to put the match away as she drags Alexis to her feet and grabs a double underhook…IMPLANT BUSTER. Mai makes the cover but Alexis is able to kick out at 2. Mai shakes her head but stays on the attack and lifts Alexis to her feet once again and looks to whip her hard into the turnbuckle, but Alexis reverses and whips her to the opposite turnbuckle. Alexis sprints in to spear Mai in the gut, but Mai has enough wherewithal to move out of the way. Alexis hits the corner post hard. She tumbles out of the ring.

Mai is groggily getting to her feet. So is Alexis up against the guardrail. Mai sees this, shrugs and runs to the opposite side of the ring, runs back and flies through the ropes into Alexis. Both ladies crash to the floor. Mai is woozy and Alexis appears hurt.

Mai gets to her feet first and rolls into the ring. Alexis finally gets herself into the ring. Mai grabs her and lifts her to a standing position before kicking her in the gut bending her over. Mai grabs Alexis’s head... Alexis reverses and slides behind Mai and lifts her up…BITCH KILLER…

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NO! The Saints of Sinners, Christian Carter, Jeremy Punswick and Chloe have arrived and they’re beating on both competitors. The ref has no choice but to throw this one out.

This Match declared NO CONTEST in 9:01. Therefore still OOWF Intercontinental Champion, MAI MUYO!

Chloe is whacking Mai with her branding iron, opening up the wounds in Mai’s head even more. Blood is all over the place including Chloe. Punswick and Carter are doubleteaming Alexis, alternating punches and kicks. The crowd roars as Stan Fulton, Alexander Darling, Firewoman and Texpress are coming down the ramp. The crowd roar cues the Saints that it’s time to leave and they bail before the rest of the White Hats arrive. Before he leaves, however, Christian Carter, grabs the Intercontinental Championship belt from the timekeeper and the Saints beat a retreat through the crowd.


World Tag Team Title Match – World Class Championship Rules
Saints of Sinners (LD Williams & Stank) © vs. Texpress


Ring Announcer Mike Elevenbee: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall. It will be conducted under World Class Rules and is for the OOWF WORLD Tag Team CHAMPionship! Introducing first, the challengers, at a combined weight of 555 lbs. From San Antonio Texas, Chad Madison... Zane Myers... The TeeeeeeeeeeexPress!

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy Begins to play and the entire arena ERUPTS! Chad and Zane hit the stage, in their customary Boots, Jeans & Resistol White hats. They make their way to the ring, glad handing fans along the aisle. They hit the ring and fling their hats out into the crowd, and wait.

Mike Elevenbee: And their opponnents, the reigning and defending WORLD Tag Team Champions. They weighed in tonight at a combined weight of 575 lbs. Representing Cambridge, Ontario and Atlanta, Georgia; LD Williams... Stank... The Saaaaaaaaints Of Siiiiiiiners!

Path Less Taken Blares out. The music is quickly drowned out by the chorus of boos. Stank & LD stand on the stage, soaking in the reception, smiling. THey begin a slow walk to the ring, stopping now and again to dodge debris being thrown at them. As they reach ringside, a small group of fans in Saints of Sinners T-Shirts (Now available from OOWFShop.com!) are doing the "We're not worthy" bow to them. Stank Stops, and gives them a double -bird salute, which causes them to cheer!

Russ: This is going to be a big one! World Class Rules. Simply put, The titles CAN change hands on a disqualification or countout.
Razz: That's right, the old Champion's Advantage is out the window here. One team is going to have to beat the other! It's gonna be off da chain!

The referee explains the rules, pats everyone down and calls for the bell!

LD and Chad start out with a lockup. The struggle back and forth, then LD sends Chad into the ropes. Shoulderblock. Chad pops back up and sends LD into the ropes. Shoulderblock. LD spins and leg whips Chad in the knee, taking him down. LD arm bars Chad and drives a knee in his head. Madison fires up to his feet and reverses the arm bar into a Hammer Lock. Standing Switch and LD has Chad in the same hold. LD snaps of a Belly to Back Suplex, then drops Chad with a DDT. LD drags Chad to his feet and starts peppering him with punches. Chad fights back and they end up pinned in the corner. The referee wedges himself between them to break it up. LD reaches over him and pokes Chad in the eye. Knee to the gut. Vertical Suplex lift, then LD just walks out from under him, letting Chad fall awkwardly to the mat. LD reaches out and tags Stank. Williams pulls Chad to his feet and Stank delivers a big elbow to the head. Chad drops to one knee and Stank hurls him into the ropes. BIG Powerslam! Stank covers, but Chad kicks out at one.

Stank still in control as he drags Chad across the ring, clubbing him across the back. Chad struggles to his feet, only to be scooped up and dropped across Stank's knee in a back breaker. Stank hits a Gut Wrench Suplex and drops a leg across Chad's neck. Stank covers for two, and Chad kicks out. Stank measures him for an elbow drop, but Chad rolls out of the way! Chad lunges to tag Zane, but Stank pulls him back and tosses him into the Saints corner. Tag to LD. LD flattens him with a bulldog. Chad gets whipped into the ropes, LD hits a back elbow and Chad goes to the mat once more. LD reaches for Chad's feet, and Chad kicks him in the jaw. Chad gets to his feet, ducks a clothesline and hits LD with an atomic drop! Irish Whip, and Madison hits a flying forearm! He pops up and tags in Myers.

Zane comes running in and catches LD with a big boot! Scoop Slam. LD gets up, and turns right into another Scoop Slam. LD up again, and Zane Scoops him up again for a third slam. There is a buzz in the crowd as two men in Saints of Sinners T-Shirts climb the guardrail. Christian Carter and Jeremy Punswick! Stank comes running in as Zane powers LD up for a suplex. Chad starts to cut him off, but gets tripped up by Carter. Stank clubs Zane and LD drops on top of him. The referee sees nothing but Stank, and is getting him out of the ring. Punswick pulls a chain out of his pocket and pops Chad with it. LD and Zane untangle themselves and get to their feet. Kneelift from Williams. he hits the ropes, and runs into a spine buster from Zane. Myers sees Carter and Punswick at ringside, and Chad slumped on the apron and scowls. He pulls LD up... Military Press! Zane takes two steps and HURLS LD OVER the ropes and onto Carter and Punswick! The crash into the barricade, arms and legs splayed in all directions. Chad is on his feet and climbs to the top turnbuckle.. High-arcing Moonsault onto the gang of bodies below! The crowd pops, but their joy is short lived, and Stank blasts Zane from behind.

Stank continues to beat on Zane, clubbing him on the back and neck. Chad, LD Carter & Punswick start to untangle themselves and the referee orders Williams and Madison back to their corners. Stank manages to life Zane face first onto the top turnbuckle and climbs to the middle rope himself. He catches his balance and German Suplexes Myers off the turnbuckles! The ring shakes from the impact! Both big men are down and slow to get up. Carter and Punswick have made their way around to LD's corner and are pounding the mat, yelling for Stank to get to his feet. He does, and pulls Zane to his feet in a front face lock. Zane wraps his arms around Stank and barrels him into the corner, then hoists him up for a belly to belly suplex! Zane covers for two, and Stank kicks out. Zane crawls to his feet first and makes the tag to Chad! Just as Chad enters the ring, Stank tags in LD.

Both men refreshed, the pace picks up. Chad pops LD with a superkick. Chad goes to the ropes and springboard moonsaults onto Williams. Cover for two. Chad pulls LD to his feet. Pele Kick! LD hits the mat and Chad goes to the top rope... Pushed to the mat by Stank before he can let fly. LD grabs him and traps him in a Sharpshooter! Chad is in trouble here! Williams leans back for leverage as Chad struggle to reach the ropes. Zane starts pounding the turnbuckle and the crowd responds. Chad, feeling the energy, manages a push-up and starts to drag himself to the ropes. LD gets brought back a couple steps, then walks his way forward back to the center of the ring. As he does, Chad pulls on his leg, and is able to twist his way out of the hold! LD beats him to his feet and drops an elbow on Chad's back, then snares him in an STF! Chad is at the ropes at this point, and can grab the rope quickly. The refere calls for the bell, and gets preoccupied with LD as Punswick runs past and kicks Chad in the face! The referee quickly turns around and yells a warning at Punswick. Zane drops down and blasts Jeremy with a Mafia Kick! Carter hesitates going after the big man, and decided to pull Punswick back around their side of the ring instead.

Inside the ring, LD tags in Stank. Chad gets to his feet slowly, only to be SPEARED out of his shorts. Stank covers for two, and Chad drapes his leg on the bottom rope. Stank pulls him to his feet and HURLS Chad into the corner, then hits a running avalanche! NOBODY IS HOME! Chad somersaults across the ring and tags in his partner. Zane comes in En Fuego and takes down Stank with a flurry of punches, then a clothesline. LD comes in and eats a Mafia Kick! Carter is on the apron and He gets knocked down as well! The crowd is going apeshit! Zane Press Slams LD! Stank pulls himself up in the corner, and Carter is over to him

Russ: What is he doing! He's handed Stank something! I saw it! Christian Carter gave Stank a weapon!
Razz: As a great man once said, it's only cheating if you get caught!

Stank stays doubled over in the corner as Zane comes flying at him. STINGER SPLASH! Stank spins as Zane is in the air and BLASTS him in the face! Stank throws his hands up, and as he does, we see something fly off into the crowd!

Russ: The referee saw it! Stank needs to be disqualified!
Razz: As a great man once said, it's only cheating if you get caught!
Nash: I think I said that once.

Stank and the referee are arguing intensely about his alleged use of a weapon. Meanwhile, the camera cuts to the crowd, where an overly skinny teenager in a Saints of Sinners T-Shirt is seen stuffing a piece of chain into his pocket. Stand brushes past the official and pulls Zane up to his feet. STANK U! he covers 1.....2.....NO! Chad makes the save, and LD gets drawn back in. He levels Chad from behind and tosses Zane through the ropes to the floor. Stank slides to the floor, and the referee follows him, counting and yelling the entire time. Stank seems oblivious to it, and tosses Zane into the barricade in between punches.

In the ring, LD DDT's Chad,then calls for the Canadian Destroyer! Punswick slides in a chair and LD hits the CANADIAN DESTROYER ON THE CHAIR! Chad is out cold! LD calls to Stank. LD dumps Chad out to the floor as Stank rolls Zane back in. The referee stops to check on Chad, so Stank loads Zane on his shoulders.. STANK U ONTO THE CHAIR! The referee slides in to make the count, and sees Punswick dragging the chair out from under Chad! He gets to his feet to see Punswick drop the chair and hold up his hands innocently. Stank continues to cover Chad, yelling at the referee to count the pin! LD rushes in, and goes nose to nose with the official. Stank is on his feet quick as a cat, and he and LD have the referee pinned against the corner! They continue yelling as Zane makes his way around the floor and grabs LD by the legs and pulls him out of the ring. They start trading punches. Punswick and Carter join in and they are brutalizing Zane! Stank stomps on Chad's face and rolls out of the ring to join in. The referee yells at him to stop, but no one is really paying attention to him at this point. The referee begins to count. 1....2.... Zane gets tossed by Stank THROUGH the Lebanese Announce Table! 3.....4.... LD takes the ring bell and blasts him in the head, splitting him open. Blood pours as the Sinners pound away with chairs and the chain. 5.....6.... Carter and Punswick grab tables and start setting them up 7.....8.... Stank lifts Zane up... QUARUPLE POWERBOMB THROUGH TWO TABLES! LD turns around to see the referee call for the bell!

Mike Elevenbee: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners, as a result of a Disqualification, and Neeeeeeew OOWF World Tag Team Champions.... TEXPRESS!

Stank and LD go ballistic at the announcement! LD tosses the referee over the ropes, while Zane grabs Chad as he his stirring and Powerbombs him into the turnbuckles! LD goes over to the Sinners fan and retrieves the chain, then slides in and mounts Zane, further bloodying his face with it! Stank grabs a chair and slams it down repeatedly on Chad's face! Punsiwck has the belts, and climbs in the ring with them. He tosses one to Stank, then pulls Chad to his feet and Carter holds him so Stank can get a running start and BLAST Chad in the face with the belt! Blood is pouring down! LD pulls an already bloody Zane to his feet.. and Carter holds him up. and LD LEVELS Zane with a belt shot to the face! Stank and LD drag Texpress to the center of the ring, and drape the belts across their shoulders. They add in a few kicks to the head for good measure and walk to the back scowling.


World Heavyweight Title Match – Steel Cage Flaming Tables
Moosehead Jack © vs. Stan Fulton

The cage is lowered and tables are set up around ringside. “Reinvention” plays and Stan Fulton comes to the top of the ramp and pauses for a moment and soaks in the cheers of the fans. He makes his way to the ring completely focused on the task at hand. Fulton steps into the Hell in the Cell style cage (only, no big blue bars, all mesh cage for us) and climbs into the ring and waits in the corner glaring at the ramp. “Scarecrow” plays next, and the OOWF World Heavyweight champion, Moosehead Jack comes out – alone – and boos rain down on him. Jack laughs and threatens a few fans on his way to the ring, but finally steps through the door – which is then double locked to prevent outside interference, throws the title into the ring and rolls under the bottom rope and slumps in the corner. The referee picks up the title and holds it in the air, then calls for the bell, this one is underway!

The bell barely rings and Fulton charges across the ring and hits Moose with a CANNONBALL! Moose slumps to the mat and rolls under the ropes to the floor. Crusher leaves the ring and pulls Moose up by the hair and LAUNCHES him into the cage. As he bounces back, Fulton nearly takes his head off with a clothesline. Jack gets to his feet and tries to beg off, but Fulton peppers him with punches to the jaw, then grabs his head and SLAMS him in the face with a headbutt before slamming his face into the steel again. Fulton keeps hold of Moose and points to the next side of the cage, and the crowd roars. He walks Moose over to that side and slams his face into the steel there. Then the next side, then the next. After the last time, Fulton lifts Moose and hits an ATOMIC drop that sends Moose into the cage again.

Jack crumbles to the floor, and we see he has already been busted open. Blood runs down his face, but he just smirks and wipes it away. Fulton charges in and catches him with a kick to the face, then lifts him up and throws him into the ring. Stan climbs back into the ring and grabs a handful of Moose’s hair and sends him to the ropes and catches him on the rebound with the BACKCUT SLAM! Moose might be out already! Fulton leaves the ring and grabs a table and throws it into the ring, then climbs in and sets it up in the corner. On each turnbuckle is a pole that has several cans of lighter fluid tied to it, as well as a box of matches. Stan reaches for the fluid, then decides against it, grabs Moose and pulls him to his feet and whips him into the corner where the table is, but Moose drops to the mat and slides into the table, just knocking it over on himself. Fulton charges in after him and SPLASHES THE TABLE crushing Moose underneath!

Stan pulls the table off of Moose, but before he can get the champ, Moose once again rolls under the ring to the floor. Moose reaches into his pocket and pulls out a chain and wraps it around his fist and waits. Stan climbs out of the ring and grabs Moose by the hair and pulls him up, Moose swings wildly, but Stan ducks it, lifts Moose for an atomic drop and CROTCHES him on the ringpost! Moose’s foot gets trapped under the turnbuckle, and he hangs helplessly. Stan gets an evil grin on his face and takes a few steps back and charges, aiming a knee right for Moose’s face, but Moose manages to pull himself up and Stan’s knee SLAMS into the steel! Stan bellows like a wounded bull and limps away.

Moose frees himself and charges behind Stan and clips his knee sending the big man to the floor. Moose grabs Stan by the head and rains punches down on his face with the chain wrapped fist until Stan is a bloody mess. Moose pulls the big man up and slams him face first into the cage, then climbs the cage and slams his foot on the back of Stan’s head driving his face into the steel. Moose finally lets go and Stan staggers off and falls to one knee. Moose grabs one of the tables and sets it up, then charges at Stan and catches him with a knee to the back as he stands up, sending him into the steel again. Jack rolls Fulton into the ring, then pulls him out onto the apron and sets him up for a PACKAGE PILEDRIVER!

Moose can’t get Fulton up though, he tries several times, but Fulton fights it, finally he stands up, holds onto Moose and DRIVES Moose through the table with an ALABAMA SLAM! The crowd breaks into a HOLY SHIT chant and starts to cheer, thinking Stan just won the title, but the table has to be on fire for it to be a win! Fulton is undaunted by this though, he hops off the apron – gingerly – and pulls Moose out of the wreckage and pins him against the cage and batters him with punches to the face until Moose is really opened up, pouring blood. Fulton repeatedly slams the back of Moose’s head into the cage, then takes a few steps back and hits an AVALANCHE into the cage! Moose stagers forward a few steps, then falls face first onto the floor.

The champ is in real trouble now. Stan grabs another table and slides it into the ring and sets it up. He heads to the corner and grabs the lighter fluid and squirts a bunch of it on the table, then tosses the can out of the ring. Moose drags himself to the can and picks it up, then reaches under the ring and grabs a cup. Fulton grabs the matches, lights one and sets the table on fire, then leaves the ring for Moose. As he grabs Moose, Moose pulls a lighter from his pocket and lights it, and splashes the fluid from the cup at Stan’s face creating a FIREBALL! Stan staggers away, he got his hand up to block most of it, but some of it got his face as well! Moose reaches into his boot (seriously, does no one check this guy?) and pulls out a scalpel and heads toward Stan.

Fulton turns and faces Moose with his back against the cage, trying to clear his vision. Moose slashes at Stan, but the Crusher avoids it. Moose slashes again, and this one barely catches Fulton, leaving a cut across his chest. Stan snarls in anger and when Moose slashes at him again, he catches Moose’s arm and SMASHES him in the face with a headbutt! Moose’s nose starts pouring blood, but he drops the scalpel, which the referee immediately picks up and hands to someone outside the cage. Stan grabs Moose and throws him back into the ring.

Stan pulls Moose up and hits the CLEAR CUT dropping Moose back on the table (which has now gone out). Stan heads to the corner and climbs the ropes and leaps, hitting the CRUSHER driving Moose through the table! Moose grabs his ribs and convulses, coughing up blood. Stan gets to his knees and looks at his hand, which now has blisters coming up from the fire. He grabs Moose by the hair and hammers him with punches to the face, then pulls him up and shoves him into the corner again, charges in and hits another AVALANCHE! The crowd can feel a title change coming on now and they roar for Stan to inflict more punishment.

Stan leaves the ring and gets another table and sets it up in the middle of the ring and douses it with lighter fluid, then pulls Moose up and shoves him into the corner. Fulton lifts Moose onto the top rope and climbs up and repeatedly slams him in the face with headbutts again. Fulton grabs the matches, lights one and drops it on the table, then grabs Moose in a bearhug……

But before he can throw him through the table, CHLOE comes out from under the ring! She pulls the referee out of the ring and throws him to thefloor, then slides into the ring and NAILS Stan with a shot to the jewels! Moose manages to reach up and grab the top of the cage, steadying himself, and repeatedly kicks Stan in the face. The big man won’t fall though. Finally after the eighth or ninth kick kick to the face, Stan can’t hold on anymore and he falls backward through the table! Chloe had pulled the referee up just as Stan fell through the flaming table, so he has no choice, he calls for the bell!


WINNER in 22:33 and STILL OOWF World Heavyweight Champion – Moosehead Jack

Moose falls off the ropes to his knees, but Chloe is immediately in the ring, hammering Stan with punches to the face. She has HDB with her and she repeatedly brings it down on Stan’s head. Moose pulls himself up in the corner and just stands there watching, laughing, coughing up blood. Chloe pulls Stan to his knees and wraps a piece of barbed wire around his throat and looks at Moose with a crazed look in her eyes. Moose slips out of the ring and grabs a chair. He walks up to Stan and kneels in front of him, looks at the chair, and tosses it aside. Instead he goes to the corner and grabs another can of lighter fluid and empties it over Stan’s head, then slowly, deliberately, grabs the matches and walks toward Stan. For the first time Stan has a look of concern on his face as he fights to get up, but the barbed wire digs into his throat. We hear Moose say “I told you you would burn Mr. Fulton” Just before he can strike the match though…

PA: “I know who you are, the Leader of Lost Souls…”

It’s Ecosystem! Stan’s partner is back! But he ambles toward the ring slowly, hot appearing to rush forward for the save, even casually chewing gum…he puts his hands in the pockets of his long jacket as he instructs the referee to open the door as he takes a microphone. Chloe releases Stan but still looks ready to pounce as he enters, while Moose appears calmer. Eco approaches the two of them, still smiling—and he SMACKS Stan in the head with the microphone! The fans are REALLY booing now as Eco takes a knee.

Eco: Stan…if you can still hear me in there…there was a time when you were a shield for my sister. But now…you are an obstacle. Not only do you not protect her in the face of the Saints, but it is clear that you cannot even protect yourself. And so now…you’ve forced me to take a different path. You’ve forced me to take drastic measures.

Moose, drag him up.

Moose smiles and pulls Stan up from the back by his arms. Eco whips out a switchblade and puts it by Stan’s neck as the crowd gasps.

Eco: I know you always taught me to avoid violence when I could, Stan. And so I apologize…(Eco kisses Stan on the forehead, catching some blood on his face)…for what I now must do.

Eco raises the blade to Stan’s cheek…and suddenly shoves it to the side, SPITTING GREEN MIST IN MOOSES FACE! Moose stumbles back as Chloe charges Eco and kicks the blade from his hands, cutting his palm, but Eco yanks something out of his pocket—TAZER! Chloe goes down as the electrodes connect! Eco comes up behind Moose rubbing his eyes, hooks the neck—ENDGAME!

At this point, the rest of the Saints come down and rush the ring, but Eco holds the door shut against them, and by the time Stank busts through and yanks it away from Eco, the White Hats have run down, led by Chad and Zane! The cage begins to life, and with the White Hats holding control through overwhelming numbers, Mai runs in the ring to assist Eco in helping Stan out of the ring! Security begins to pour down to keep the brawl from getting out of hand (or possibly Bennett didn’t like the numbers against the Saints?), and the White Hats walk back up the ramp, Eco walking backward to keep his eyes fixed on the ring. Moose is already back up, having wiped his eyes cleanly, and he is PISSED, growling at Eco and knocking down three or four security guards before being stopped.

Eco meanwhile just stands atop the ramp, Stan's and his own blood mixed with the mist on his lips being smeared into a smile…and laughs in a weirdly deep, cracked voice…


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