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OOWF Awards 2018 - Hall of Fame by Jack Quinn Sept 16, 2018 17:56:16 GMT -5 |
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PHWF Saturday Seizures #1 (07-28-2018) by snelson66 Jul 30, 2018 8:18:57 GMT -5 |
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(It's late Sunday morning, and Gryfon is packing up his stuff to catch the next shuttle to the Citrus Bowl for Wrestlemania. As he's zipping up his rollercase, the phone rings)
CTG: (answers) This is Gryfon ??: Concrete? Have you got a minute? CTG: Always - what's going on? ??: Madness, as usual CTG: wow, an OOWF PPV, TNA tv, ROH, WM - this IS a busy wrestling weekend ??: but one of the Madness matches should concern you - Moosehead Jack v. GM The Rick in a steel cage CTG: a situation that I've been assured that help will be on the way. ??: let me repeat that for you - Moosehead Jack. GM The Rick. Steel Cage. CTG: I know about the match. ??: Do you realize what Moosehead Jack has in store for your beloved GM? CTG: Do you realize how many other people are available that are right there? ??: You realize there are more than one man's life at stake here CTG: Why me? why NOW? Why did my "Beloved GM" get involved to put himself into that position? Do you realize how CLOSE I am to the ultimate victory - the ultimate JUSTICE that the WWE needs? ??: Do you realizes what dies if your beloved GM gets killed in that cage? Everything, Concrete, Everything OOWF is No More. Moose wins, Bennett wins, we lose. 40 years of darkness, earthquakes, volcanoes, The Dead winning a major title, cats and dogs living together - what does this mean to an OOWF Original who knows how Things Must Be? CTG: This isn't about Moose, and he and I are done, I won, he lost ??: This is well above and beyond you and Moose, Concrete. No one's going to make you a swank .swf video focused on the colors gray and purple, with bonus imagery of a Pantheris Leo and a red-tailed hawk, a blurry picture of a comic book rack and plenty of cheesy references to the 1960's "Batman" live action show. CTG: Why isn't there anyone else down there who can do this? ??: Because of Your Promise, Concrete. Do you remember the promise you made the entire OOWF and its fans? CTG: My.... promise? ??: You said that if the OOWF ever needed you, you'd come back. You apparently aren't comprehending what I'm saying, aren't you? You're putting Randy F. Orton before the company that truly made you who you are? The company you swore you'd protect with your Blood, Sweat and Tears? The company you PROMISED you'd help in its darkest hour? CTG: But we're talking about WRESTLEMANIA here - the Showcase of the Immortals, where legends and eras begin and end! Wrestlers dream their entire LIVES and don't even get close! I'm THERE! This is the dream that's born for every wrestler who enters the ring for the first time! This is the ultimate karmic, cosmic irony on Vince McMahon! Someone who invaded his league, a man from a company he'd didn't know EXISTED til about 8 months ago - is about to lead his company into the future! ??: Show me a hero who goes back on a promise and I'll show you a man who's really forgotten his purpose. Concrete, I'm only gonna ask once, and if you don't want to answer me, fine. Just remember - You made a Promise, and Heroes Always Keep their Promises. If you break that Promise, what does that make YOU, "Hero"? CTG: ..... I think you already know the answer to that. (CTG hangs up the phone, gathers his gear and leaves the hotel room)
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Concrete TG Mar 30, 2008 10:38:59 GMT -5 |
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The ANTOINE MEMORIAL CUTTER...
I like it.
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Tommy Mar 27, 2008 14:18:50 GMT -5 |
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Capellan is reading this week's card.
*if Cole wins, Moose dresses up in a diaper and carries a bottle for a month, if Moose wins he gets a cage match against GM the Rick Cap frowns. "Okay, that's just dumb. Moose wins, he gets to cripple the nominal leader of the opposing faction. He loses, we just get 'humorous' backstage skits out of it. What was Cole thinking?" Belatedly, he notices a Ninja Cameraman is present. "Uh, I mean ... totally badical, dude. I'm fighting Davin Moreland. It'll be off the hook, and stuff." Cap hurries away.
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Capellan Mar 26, 2008 17:09:01 GMT -5 |
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Moose, you're included in gay lover.
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DevSop Mar 25, 2008 10:54:41 GMT -5 |
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* OOC: A hospital? What is it?
A big building with doctors and nurses, but there'll be time for that later.  Exalt on the way for Psychofish **Outback Jack and Wally B. King are talking in the Destroyitarium* OBJ: Well, Stank seems to be losing it, The Rick, and Bennett are still going at it, but on the bright side, the Midnight Sons seem really focussed. WBK: Right, well, I've been busy lately....wait a sec... *Wally answers his cell phone* Sorry, Governor...yes, I know it's been an hour...I've got another girl on the way...nothing personal, mate, but don't you ever have some work to do?...sorry, stupid question...right...I'll try to send the twins over right away. OBJ: Kind of makes you nostalgic for the days when a governor only needed his wife and a limo driver to get the job done, doesn't it, Wally? WBK: No profit in that for me, mate. Anyways, I've been busy, what with my second biggest customer becoming Governor of New York. OBJ: Second biggest? WBK: Well, the US Navy does have him outnumbered. Anyways, I did manage to find some things about Bennett. OBJ: Well, that could come in handy. He doesn't seem like the type who would want his name in the tabloids. WBK: No doubt about that, mate. But let's sit tight for now.
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Outback Frito Pendejo Mar 19, 2008 23:34:23 GMT -5 |
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DAVIN MORELAND vs. LUCIOS – Phantos Special Guest Referee
Phantos is out to the ring first, in a ref shirt with his cape. He comes out to “Follow Me” by Jamie Lynn Spears, and it takes the crowd a minute to figure out who it is, because Phantos never comes out by himself. He looks both nervous and upset as he awaits his two friends. “Born in the USA” fires up, and a pissed-off looking Lucios saunters to the ring, not acknowledging the crowd, although they pop anyway. Immediately upon entering the ring, Phantos is on him, talking, pleading with him, presumably to change his mind. Lucios will have none of it, and does his pre-match routine and waits in the far corner. “Pull Me Under” fires up, and a cautious Davin Moreland appears at the top of the ramp. It looks like he wants none of this either. He slaps hands with the crowd who popped nicely for him. He makes his way to the apron and between the ropes, when Phantos is on HIM begging and pleading for this not to happen. Davin seems receptive, but broadly gestures across the ring to Lucios as if to say “It’s his idea”. Davin and Lucios make eye contact and draw closer to each other, and yes, they’re talking trash to one another while Phantos is pleading with them to stop. Finally both Davin and Lucios tell Phantos to ring the bell. He hesitantly calls for the bell, and WE’RE UNDERWAY! The two go to lock up, but Phantos stands in between the two big men, not allowing them to do so. Both Davin and Lucios are warning him to get out of the way, but Phantos stubbornly refuses. Davin gets heated and rolls out to the floor, getting a microphone and rolling back in. As he does so, Lucios calls for two microphones, and tosses one to Phantos. DM: Let us go, Phantos. P: NO! You’re NOT doing this you two! L: This has nothing to do with you. This has been a long time coming. P: NO! Darn it you two, stop it! DM: Why? Obviously Lucios has a problem with me. Let’s settle it here once and for all. L: I have a problem with you? Are you nuts? You’re Mr. Big Time, Mr. Assistant GM, Mr. Too Good for Me and Phantos. P: I didn’t say that, Davin… DM: I know you didn’t. Mr. I’m a Champ Now, and I’m gonna Beat My Chest and Crap on Everything We’ve Worked for because I’m too damned important now is trying to run me from MY OWN DAMNED STABLE. L: Our Stable. There was no stable without us. DM: Who approached you, huh? Who said he wouldn’t rest until you became champs? Who’s followed through on every promise he’s ever made you? This is how you express your thanks? L: Everything we’ve done we would have done without you. P: Lucios, that’s not true… L: It IS true Phantos. DM: Then why are you still here, Lucios? Why haven’t you left DLP? You’re under no contract. You can leave whenever you want. L: I dunno why. P: STOP IT! STOP IT BOTH OF YOU! I’M SICK OF THIS! Davin, Lucios is mad because you’re never around anymore, and you’re not running stuff by us like you used to. Lucios, Davin has different responsibilities now. He’s got enough to worry about without you giving him a hard time. And BOTH of you need to stop this stuff. I am the Captain of this team, and I refuse to let DLP fall apart from this stupid nonsense. L: Why can’t you run stuff by us? DM: You’ve never asked. And I’m not really flush with extra time; but if you need something, you have my Sprint PCS number. Any time, day or night, you can call or text; just like always. I mean geez you two; half the reason I’m doing what I’m doing is for you guys. You’re too good to let Bennett hold you down. I won’t accept it; not in any OOWF I’m a part of. I had an opportunity to help, and I took it. And, I’m helping; it may not seem like it right now, but I am. And the three of us; together, UNITED, can take on anything Bennett can throw at us. I know we can. We’ve done it before. I just need you guys to trust me and believe in me; and I’ve never given you a reason to do otherwise. So I need to know. Are you with me? P: I’m with you Davin. Right to the end, I’m with you. *They do the shake hands and clap each other’s shoulders thing* DM: Lucios? L: Since Phantos and I were doing Indy Shows in suburban San Antonio; from Mexico, to Canada, to Japan to New Zealand and to the OOWF; I’ve never trusted anyone but my best friend, Phantos. When we first decided to do this “mutual protection society” thing; I didn’t know you from anyone; and I knew you were crazy and I was afraid that I was making a mistake. Phantos convinced me, and we joined up. And you’re right…you’re right Davin. You’ve never done anything without the best interests of DLP in mind. Sometimes, I guess, when you spend a lot of time with someone; you get irritated at little things. Heck, look at me and Phantos; we bicker like old women all the time. I think that this is what this is. Davin, I feel like you’re our third tag partner now; and not just another guy we work with. I’m sorry this went down tonight. DM: I’m sorry too, man. I’ll try to make an effort to keep you guys in the loop more with everything. It’s just…it’s a lot. But yeah, let’s not do this anymore. We’re Run Fuckin’ DLP man, the best Stable in the damned company! *They also do the shake hands and clap each other’s shoulders thing* P: As team captain, I declare this match a draw. RING THE BELL! YOUR DECISION IN 8:16 – DRAW They all raise each other’s arms to the cheers of the crowd as Run DMC’s “Walk This Way” blasts from the PA. After the ring has cleared and the lights have come up in the arena, the fans start to exit the arena when suddenly the lights dim and Moosehead Jack's music plays! He enters the ring alongside LJ Bennett. He walks into the ring and takes a mic. MHJ- No no, you can keep exiting if you want to. I only want to talk to one man. Rick! Get out here! The Rick comes out and reluctantly gets into the ring. TR- What do you want? The show's over. Go home. Everyone wants to leave. Let the guys tear the ring down so we can get out of here. MHJ- Well, I wanted to address something. Bennett? LJB- I have a contract here to buy you out of the OOWF. Name your price and we'll do this civilly. Because if you don't I guarantee the takeover will be violent. People will get hurt. You will get hurt. Last chance for peace Rick. What's it gonna cost? Rick looks around at the people. They're yelling at him not to do it. He looks like he's thinking deeply. TR- Well...hmmm...GO FUCK YOURSELF!!! The crowd erupts. Moose grabs Rick and hooks his arm around preparing for a Heart Punch. Suddenly his is interrupted by the music of...F. Fonzworth MacCappington!? MacCappington comes out and slides into the ring and towers over Moose. He takes the mic. FFM- Enough! There's a way to do things, Moose. You know me, I'm all about bullying others to take what I want, but this has gone too far. You aren't gonna attack Rick. Not as long as I'm around. MHJ- What!? You're gonna stand up for HIM!? What the fuck are you thinking? There's a line in the sand here, Fonzie. And if you go to that side, there's no coming back. FFM- I know what I'm doing. Believe me. I know where my bread is buttered. I have Rick's back and if you want to stand on that side of the line then fine, but you better know that I'm on this side and....you better watch your ass, buddy. The crowd explodes in applause and starts chanting "CAPSLOCK! CAPSLOCK! CAPSLOCK!" MHJ- I'll take you down, big man. I've done it before and I'll do it again. I'll hurt you. I'll embarrass you and I'll take that title from you. Trust me. FFM- Yeah? You want this? Well come and get it! Right...fucking...now! Get a ref out here! F. FONZWORTH MACCAPPINGTON III vs. MOOSEHEAD JACK – OOWF Intercontinental Title Match FFM grabs Jack around the head, drops to one knee, kicking Jack's feet backwards with his other leg bashing Jack's knee off of his knee, blasting his nose open immediately. FFM laughs at how easy that was and kicks Jack in the stomach on the ground. Jack gets up with a head butt to FFM's face and blasts his nose open right back. They tie up, and both start punching each other in the head. Moose ducks under one bog lumbering blow from FFM and German suplexes him. He gets up and wipes his own blood from his eyes. He drops a kick with onto FFM's head and hits the ropes, runs up and drops a knee onto FFM's head in the same spot. He rolls him onto his back and drops a knee on his face attempting to blast FFM's face open more. Fonz grab's Moose's leg and trips him onto the ground and dropping a few forearms into Moose's side. He pulls Moose up and belly to belly suplexes him across the ring. He runs forward and baseball slides into Moose knocking him under the ropes outside of the ring. Fonzie backs up, waiting for Moose to get up, then runs, dives over the ropes and lands on top of Moose. The crowd goes nuts as MacCappington stands up and appears to be soaking in the cheers. He picks Moose up, throws him onto the announcers table and climbs up onto the apron, then to the top rope. He dives forward attempting to crush Moose, who moves at the last second. FFM smashes through the table. Moose gets up slowly and grabs a broken piece of table and jabs it into FFM's arm drawing blood. Fonzie gets up with a jolt and tackles Moose into the side of the ring. He pulls out a broken piece of table out and decides to toss Moose back into the ring where there weren't so many things Moose will try to murder him with. Fonz gets back into the ring and picks Moose up and scoops him onto his shoulder. He runs to the corner slamming Moose into the turnbuckle then runs to the other turnbuckle and smashes him into the opposite turnbuckle and hooks him in a tree of woe. He runs back, runs forward and flies knee first into Moose's face, busting his lips open adding to the blood already covering his face. Moose falls down in a heap and the ref comes and checks on him. Fonzie runs to the opposite corner and charges at Moose. Mosse ducks out of the way as Fonz comes in for a big corner splash and Fonz crashes into the ref. Moose sees the opportunity and dives out of the ring and starts looking underneath it. MacCappington realizes what’s going on and scrambles to the side to try to stop him, but its too late. Moose comes out with a .44 and shoots MacCappington in the shoulder. Moose shouts “THAT’S REVENGE BITCH!” MacCappington falls to the mat clutching his shoulder and Moose slides back into the ring. Apparently the noise startled the ref because he has woken up and is looking around. Moose pulls MacCappington up and Heartpunches him, then pins him. 1…2…3! WINNER and NEW Intercontinental Champion…MOOSEHEAD JACK!!! The ref hands Moose the belt and he celebrates while boos adorn him. His celebration is cut off by Rick however. TR- Bull! Fucking! Shit! MHJ- Oh come on, I won that fair and square. TR- You shot him! MHJ- He shot me once. TR- In a league no one gave a fuck about! This will not stand, Moose. You have to give him a rematch. MHJ- Okay, I’ll give him a rematch…but it has to be right now, or never! TR- Oh, come on! He’s just been shot! FFM- No! Its fine. I want him now. I’m not afraid. I’ll take him on, right fucking now, if that’s what he wants. MHJ- Really? I admire you balls. FFM- You would admire my balls…fag! Ref- Do you seriously want to do this again? FFM- Yeah, fuck it. I’ll do this shit right now. Ref- Did you really get shot? FFM- Yeah. Thanks for paying attention. The ref rings to bell and Moose immediately punches FFM in the bullet wounded arm. FFM falls down in pain and Moose runs in to capitalize, but FFM was slightly playing possum and he tackles upwards into his chest. He grabs the tipsy Moosehead Jack and slings him towards the ropes then ducks a clothesline from Moose, Moose hits the back rope, FFM grabs him and hits the GREETINGS FROM PACIFIC HEIGHTS!!! He drops the on Moose and Moose kicks out at two! FFM climbs up the ropes and delivers The Pride Of Pacific Heights!!! He stays on for the pin. 1! 2! 3! WINNER and NEW Intercontinental Champion…F. Fonzworth MacCappinngton III!!! FFM- That’s how you fuckin’ wrestle, douchebag! MacCappington runs up the ramp with his IC title to a roar of cheers leaving Moose fuming. Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action be sure to check out the OOWF MADNESS Pay Per View! Live March 30th From Warminster, Pennsylvania! And don’t forget to catch next week’s OOWF Mid-Week Mayhem Live! March 26th from Longneck, Delaware! For all your OOWF shopping needs, check out www.cafepress.com/oowfshirts Join us for OOWF Chat on Wednesday nights! This has been an OOWF production, produced by the LD-Tar-Jack-Fire-Crete-Cap Production Company in accordance with Ecosystem Ltd.
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Jack Quinn Mar 19, 2008 23:30:46 GMT -5 |
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OOWF Rankings for 03/12/08[/u]
OOWF World Heavyweight Champion – Stank (+3, 11-7) 1. F. Fonzworth MacCappington III – OOWF Intercontinental Champion (+10, 18-  2. Eric O’Mac – OOWF Onslaught Champion (+7, 10-3) 3. Chris Cole (+8, 10-2) 4. Davin Moreland (+7, 15- 5. LD Williams (+7, 15- 6. Ecosystem (+5, 16-11) 7. Firewoman (+5, 14-9) 8. DH Magnusson (+4, 15-11) 9. Phantos (+3, 15-12) 10. Voltage (+3, 15-12) 11. Skurge (+3, 4-1) 12. Firechild (+2, 15-13) 13. The Dead (+2, 8-6) 14. Spin Hansen (+1, 14-13) 15. Lucios (+1, 14-13) 16. Donovan Viper (+1, 13-12) 17. Moosehead Jack (+1, 11-10) 18. Seamus McNasty (+1, 10-9) 19. Alexander Darling (+1, 6-5) 20. Damon Wrath (+1, 5-4) 21. Capellan (-1, 12-13) 22. Outback Jack (-2, 11-13) 23. Bunny (-3, 9-12) 24. The Nerve Agent (-3, 6-9) 25. Blitz (-6, 7-13) 26. Ryan Hardcore (-13, 6-19) 27. SYB (-13, 5-18) OOWF World Tag Team Title Rankings[/u] OOWF World Tag Team Champions –Phantos & Lucios (-1, 10-11) 1. The Midnight Sons (+4, 9-5) 2. IHOP (+2, 3-1) 3. The Heels (+1, 1-0) 4. Seamus McNasty & Damon Wrath (-1, 1-2)
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PHANTOS & LUCIOS vs. THE MIDNIGHT SONS – OOWF World Tag Team Title Match
DH and Phantos start thing off. DH snares a headlock and barrels Phantos into the corner. Phantos ducks a left hand and hits a series of chops. DH reverses and Irish whip and catches Phantos with a powerful belly-to-belly suplex. DH traps Phantos in an abdominal stretch and reaches back to make the tag. Hansen bounces off the ropes and kicks Phantos in the face. Spin follows up with a fall-away slam and gets a 2 count. Phantos struggles to get to his corner, and gets cut off by Hansen. Spin hits a pile driver and gets another 2 count. Phantos gets tosses around like a rag doll. Spin tags DH back in and the hits a double suplex and stereo elbow drops. DH sends Phantos into the ropes and sets up for a backdrop. Phantos leapfrogs DH, bounces off the opposite ropes and hits a Flying Burrito! Phantos kips up and dives over to tag in Lucios. Lucios charges in and trades punches with Magnusson. Lucios slams DH to the mat and hits a rolling knee drop. Slingshot Suplex. Gorilla Press Slam. Vertical delay suplex, into a Gordbuster. Lucios tags Phantos and they hit the Whasaaap bomb! Phantos covers and gets 2. DH eats a dropkick, and then a second. DH starts to get to his feet, and Phantos tries to hit the third dropkick, but DH dropped to the mat and Phantos eats canvas. Hansen gets tagged in and decapitates Phantos with a clothesline. Bionic Elbows! Sidewalk slam! Spin sends Phantos into the ropes and hits a backdrop, but Phantos lands on his feet and scurries over to make the tag. Lucios is back in. He decks Spin with a big boot. Lucios scoops Hansen up and slams him down to the mat. He tags in Phantos, who scales the top turnbuckle. Suddenly, voices boom out over the loudspeakers. The Heels are on the ramp, and they have microphones. JA: Stop this. Stop this insanity! Listen to the crowd; they are bored out of their minds. We are here to SAVE YOU ALL from these so-called champions. AA: Johnny, that’s not our gimmick. JA: Ok, YOU DO the talking then. AA: Hey you, Paper Champions, from what we hear; only two things come out of Texas. Steer and Queers. You know what? I don’t see any horns on those masks. Lucios charges up the ramp immediately. The Heels see the big man charging up towards them and they high-tail it into the back. Phantos ducks a big boot from a charging Hansen and slides under the ropes and gives chase as well. Spin races out after them, only to be dragged back to the ring by his partner. Barros looks around and begins a slow ten-count. Winners, via Countout, in 9:12, The Midnight Sons! F. FONZWORTH MACCAPPINGTON III vs. THE DEAD – OOWF Intercontinental Title Match It’s time for the Intercontinental Title match this week at Midweek Mayhem at Mianus, CT. Tonight’s challenger is one of the soldiers in Bennett’s Army and here he comes as we hear his music hit. The fans boo Dead’s entrance as the fans here in Connecticut are solidly behind Rick due to his association with local hero, Davin Moreland. The Dead gets into it with a few fans as he gets into the ring and awaits the champion’s entrance. And here it is as Vivaldi’s “Spring” starts to play. The reigning Intercontinental Champion makes his way out from the back. And with him as usual is Lance, but Lance is still showing the effects of last week when Alexis Darling planted him on the outside of the ring. On his way into the ring, MacCappington tosses fake money into the audience like the ass that he is. MacCappington gets into the ring and without much fanfare the ref calls for the bell and we’re underway in this title match. The two men lock-up but Dead uses his heelish tendencies and pokes FFM right in the eye to take advantage. The ref chides him for this but Dead ignores him and starts laying into FFM with body shots trying to take a different approach to get the champ off his game. It works for a little bit before TD goes to the well once too often and FFM catches it him with a spinning sidewalk slam. MacCappington keeps on the attack hitting a variety of slams and suplexes trying to really take Dead out of this match. He goes so far as to hit the old-school double power-bomb combination that leaves Dead as a pile of good in the center of the ring. But this is where MacCappington’s arrogance comes into play as he refuses to make the cover and instead taunts the crowd with insults of their poor nature. This gives Dead time to recover and he gets to his feet and with MacCappington’s back to him he unleashes a devastating dropkick that knocks Fonz over the top rope and to the floor. And The Dead is not one to give MacCappington any time to recover. He follows him to the outside and whips him right into the steps. Our ref, Davis Hightower, is out there trying to regain order but Dead doesn’t listen as FFM goes crashing into the guardrail. Dead pushes Hightower out of the way and he looks close to calling for the bell but barely stops himself as he sees FFM catch Dead running in with a stiff elbow. FFM feels like it’s time to get back in the ring and hopefully he can keep his title by count-out. But it’s not to be as Dead gets back in the ring by the count of six and he gets caught by a boot by Mac. Rookie mistake there by The Dead against a veteran like Fonzie. MacCappington stays on the offensive again, but it doesn’t last long as TD takes a page out of Firewoman’s play book from last week and hits a chop to the back of FFM’s knee. The Dead seems to change his strategy mid-match know and starts to work over the leg with kicks and wear-down maneuvers like the Muta Lock. Nothing enough to put FFM away yet, but you can definitely tell that Mac’s knees are being worn down by the consistent attack on them. Each time he tries to get back to a vertical base, TD hits another shot and drops him back to the mat. Dead goes for a cover, but gets a two-count before FFM kicks out with authority. TD wants none of that and tries an Irish Whip but FFM buckles and falls to the mat in pain. Dead goes in to take advantage but Hightower holds him back while he checks on MacCappington. He’s checking to see if FFM wants to quit, but he says no and just as Davis turns back to re-start the match FFM goes to punch Hightower in the back of the head for the intentional DQ, but Dead saw what happened last week and jumps in the way of the punch. FFM shrugs and realizes he has the advantage now so he shakes his leg a little bit to try and get some feeling back in it. He throws some hard rights and lefts that The Dead has a hard time blocking. He’s staggered back to the corner and FFM takes a running start and kills him with a splash in the corner. But MacCappington isn’t done as he goes for another charge, but The Dead somehow has it in him to roll under the bottom rope and avoid the charge. FFM’s knee crashes right into the middle turnbuckle and he collapses in a heap. This is the opening The Dead has been waiting for all night. He recovers enough and gets back in the ring and really starts working over the knee of FFM and MacCappington is in serious pain. This may be all for the current Intercontinental Champion and we may be seeing a title change here in Mianus. Dead goes for the cover…MacCappington’s legs don’t have the strength to kick out… 1… 2… And god damn it, Lance has pulled Hightower out of the ring. That’s now two weeks in a row where we should have had a new IC Champ and Lance is there to save MacCappington. The Dead is furious and reaches to the outside to drag Davis back into the ring and make the count again. Dead covers… 1… 2… FFM barely rolls a shoulder and The Dead is fuming mad now thinking he should be champ. He picks FFM up and whips him into the corner and argues a bit with Hightower to stay focused on the match and make sure he’s there for the next count…but there won’t be another count because as soon as The Dead rushes the corner FFM clocks TD right between the eyes with the Intercontinental Title. Lance must have slipped him the belt while The Dead and Hightower were arguing. And now Davis has no choice but to call for the bell. The Dead is laid out in the center of the ring while F. Fonzworth MacCappington is helped to the back by Lance. Someone, sometime soon is going to have to find out a way to stop MacCappington from retaining his title though these means. But it’s not going to be tonight as he is still the OOWF Intercontinental Champion. He is not the winner though… Your winner, as a result of a Disqualification…The Dead. STANK vs. LD WILLIAMS – OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match Williams runs his mouth at the bell and a brawl breaks out, Stank getting the upper hand. Stank pounds Williams all over the ring, and an uppercut sends LDW over the top and out to the floor. Stank follows out, but Williams dropkicks the knee on the floor, then chop blocks him. Williams stomps the leg, then drags him to the guardrail, but before Williams can slam the rail on the knee, Stank kicks him away. Williams charges back, but Stank BACKDROPS HIM ON THE FLOOR! Stank rolls in as Williams gains feeling back to his body. LDW crawls up on the apron, and Stank immediately suplexes him back in. Stank drops an elbow, then drags Williams up with a headlock, only to take him back down with a takeover. Stank back up and backs Williams into a corner. Ref wants a break, and Williams goes to the eyes. LDW comes out of the corner, but Stank whips him hard to the opposite corner, but a charge eats turnbuckle, and Williams clips the knee again. Williams works the leg all to hell, until Stank cradles him for two. STank gets to his feet, but Williams takes him over with a nice dragon screw, into an inverted sharpshooter, but Stank is in the ropes. Williams grabs the leg and rolls out to the floor and slams it on the apron a few times. To the post now, but Stank uses his strength to pull Williams into the post! Stank up and tries to walk it off, but LDW grabs the leg from the floor and drags him out. Knee first to the rail and then to the stairs, and Williams rolls him in. One, two, but Stank kicks out. FIGURE FOUR~! But Stank reverses to his own, and Williams breaks the hold. Williams with a soccer kick to the knee, and right into the STF~! Stank uses his size to make the ropes again. Williams is frustrated now, and simply knocks Stank out and to the floor. Williams and the referee have words and Donovan Viper sneaks out f the crowd! Viper grabs the title belt and creeps around ringside, lining Stank up for a cheap shot. Viper charges in, but Stank sidesteps him and sends him to the post! Williams tries to reach over the ropes, but Stank snaps his throat off the top rope. Back in, and Stank walks off the leg some more. Shoulderblock, atomic drop, then a huge clothesline. Williams up and kicks the knee again... DDT~! But Stank blocks and segues directly into the STANK-U~! Stank levels him! But he tweaks the knee on landing, and falls out to the floor in pain. Referee Sterling Glaw starts a count... 1, 2, 3, 4.... Williams is out, and Stank is trying to get to his feet. 5...6...7... and Williams begins to stir. 8... Stank pulls himself by the apron. 9... Williams yells at the referee... and Viper DRILLS Stank from behind with the belt! Glaw turns around... TEN~! WINNER by COUNTOUT in 19:22: L.D. WILLIAMS Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action be sure to check out the OOWF MADNESS Pay Per View! Live March 30th From Warminster, Pennsylvania! And don’t forget to catch next week’s OOWF Mid-Week Mayhem Live! March 19th from Sparta, New Jersey! For all your OOWF shopping needs, check out www.cafepress.com/oowfshirts Join us for OOWF Chat on Wednesday nights! This has been an OOWF production, produced by the LD-Tar-Jack-Fire-Crete-Cap Production Company in accordance with Ecosystem Ltd.
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Jack Quinn Mar 12, 2008 23:36:39 GMT -5 |
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Alexander Darling: Hey Homo...
Donovan Viper: I am not a fucking homo AD: I don't care if you are or not, but maybe you should remember I've already beat you once. Doing it again ain't no thang but a chicken wang. DV: Stop talking about wang, I ain't fucking gay. Lucky: Did someone mention Wang? Let me give you his night/day and home/away road splits. AD & DV: Who the fuck are you? Lucky: I'm Firewoman's new personal servant. I will be doing stats all day and other things at night if I got my job description right. AD: Right then...anyway, Viper your ass is mine. DV: I AIN'T A FUCKING HOMO. The only ass that will be had is your sisters. AD: Keep it up bitch and I'll make sure that my path through LOADED makes you tap.
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DevSop Mar 12, 2008 23:34:02 GMT -5 |
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"The Sabrmatrician" - it's like a Muscle Buster, but it's the STATMASTER'S!
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Tommy Mar 12, 2008 18:16:53 GMT -5 |
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Johnny Adrenaline is in The TCH locker room when Attitude Adjuster walks through the door, looking a bit flustered.
AA: Man, what a day! JA: What's up, AA? AA: What are we doing over here? JA: Where? AA: Here! JA: You mean Canada? Yeah, it is kinda difficult still, what with all the Medicine Man issues. AA: No, I mean HERE! Right HERE! JA: In this locker room? Don't worry, I made sure this is the heel side of the arena. AA: No! I mean what are we doing RIGHT HERE! JA: You mean in the far left corner of the locker room? Well, I'm watching OOWF-TV and it seems you're going crazy. AA: NOOOOOO!!!!!! RF: WHOOOOOOO!!!!! AA: Shut the fuck up, Ric! I mean here! In Pun's House! This is not the Pun's House Wrestling Federation! This is the Online Onslaught Wrestling Federation. So unless we're fighting for a newly created PHWF Tag Team title tonight, I think we shouldn't wrestle. Who know's if our insurance will cover this. I'm going to see The Rick! JA: The Rick's not here, man. AA: So where's he at? Taking off for the holidays? JA: No, I think he's trapped in OO. AA: So until the OOForums are back up, we don't have a commissioner? JA: Seems to be the case. AA: Hmm, this could be fun. Is the bookerman around? JA: I think I've seen him in here. AA: What do you say we find ourselfs some PHWF titles? JA: Sounds like a heel thing to do. I'm following you, big guy! AA: Hey!
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Attitude Adjuster Dec 29, 2006 15:03:23 GMT -5 |
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CHRIS COLE vs. CANADIAN DRAGON
Cole comes to the ring first tonight, and about half way down, he turns around and sees Canadian Dragon is right behind him. Before Cole can swing, CD grabs his head and slams him in the face with a head but. Cole falls to the ramp, then eats a stiff kick to the chops from Dragon as well. Cole crawls toward the ring followed by CD. As Cole climbs on the apron, CD kicks him in the ribs, sending him to the floor. CD pulls Cole up and rolls him in the ring and follows him in, the ref signals for the bell and this one is officially underway. Cole begs off and backs into the corner, but CD follows him. Cole grabs CD and hits a low blow doubling CD over in pain. Cole gets to his feet, yells at the crowd, and hauls CD up in a vertical suplex, then drops him stomach first on the top rope and leaves him hanging there. Cole takes a few steps back and tries a kick to the face, but CD steps back, avoids the kick, then clotheslines Cole to the mat, and springboards over the top rope and drops a guillotine leg across Cole’s chest, covers and gets a two count. Both men get to their feet and Cole goes right to the eyes. CD staggers trying to clear his sight, and Cole lifts him for the headliner, but CD frees himself, Cole gets a low kick in anyway and drops CD with a DDT. Cole picks CD up and sets him on the top rope, then starts to climb up himself looking for a superplex. When Cole gets to the bottom rope, CD grabs him in a front face lock, then shifts and hits a CANADIAN DESTROYER from the turnbuckle! Cole may be dead! CD covers, one, two, THREE! WINNER in 19:12 – Canadian Dragon CD barely gets to his feet when Harris and Altrageous attack with the belts. They drop CD to the mat and put a wicked stomping to him. Altrageous pulls him to his feet and KILLS him with the Spinal Contusion! Then Harris pulls him to his feet, and hits a pile driver on the title belts. 3PS help Cole to his feet, Cole tells Alt and Harris to pull CD up and clocks CD with one of the tag titles. The three celebrate and leave Canadian Dragon lying in the middle of the ring DRINK & DESTROY & SPIN HANSEN vs. 3PIECE SET & FIRECHILD 3Piece Set stay in the ring and they are joined by a very nonchalant Firechild. The three appear to exchange words, but Firechild appears to smooth things over and they are all on the same page bumping knuckles as Drink & Destroy and Spin come to the ring. The three calmly climb into the ring, Lock and Stank calmly hand the referee their beer, and Spin hands the ref his Onslaught title, then all hell breaks lose. 3PS try a sneak attack but D&D cut them off and the fight is on. Spin pins Firechild in the corner and tries to cave his chest in with clubbing shots. Lock and Harris tumble out of the ring and Altrageous targets Stank’s injured (and heavily taped) arm with punches and kicks that send Stank to one knee. The fans begin cheering for Stank and he Stanks up and goozles Altrageous, but before he can do anything Alt frees himself with a shot to the jewels. Stank collapses to the mat and Altrageous grabs his arm and drops several elbows and locks on an arm bar and tries for the submission. His attempts are broken up by a boot to the face from Lock. Meanwhile Hansen throws Firechild to the ropes and catches him with a thunderous spinebuster. The referee finally restores some order in this one and we have a solid six man tag match for about fifteen minutes. Then it breaks down, again. All six men are fighting in the center of the ring, Alt and Harris get the better of Stank and Hansen and send them out of the ring, then turn and help Firechild triple team Lock beating him down to the mat. While Harris feigns an injury and asks the ref to check on it, Alt slithers out of the ring and grabs half of the tag team titles and lines up Lock for the shot. At the last second Lock moves out of the way, and Alt PASTES Firechild right between the eyes with the belt. Lock grabs a stunned Altrageous and throws him over the top rope to a waiting Hansen, while Stank pulls Harris out of the ring to the floor. Lock hits the ropes and drops a big leg across a barely conscious Firechild, covers, and gets the three count WINNERS in 21:01 – Drink & Destroy & Spin Hansen CAPELLAN & DONOVAN VIPER vs. BLACKDRAGON & CONCRETE TG Blackdragon and Concrete TG make their entrance first, coming to the ring in unison with the Heroes Guild music blaring. Donovan Viper is announced next and he comes to the top of the ramp and waits until Capellan is announced. Cap comes out and looks at Viper, Viper offers his knuckles, Cap is reluctant at first, but then bumps knuckles with him and they head to the ring. The bell rings and it looks like it will be Donovan Viper and Concrete TG starting things off, but before they can tie up, Niles Anderson’s music plays and he makes his way to ring side, his intercontinental title draped over his shoulder. Niles pauses and gives the four men in the ring a hard stare, then takes his seat at ring side. Cap and Niles exchange some words, Crete and Dragon both give him a glare as well, and Donovan Viper tries to ignore him, but Niles just smirks at him. The referee orders the match started and Crete and DV begin. Viper and Crete put on a clinic of back and forth action. Viper appears close to losing his temper a few times, but always manages to keep his cool. Viper slips out of a Crete body slam attempt and catches him with the Sidewinder. Crete kicks out at two and makes the tag to Blackdragon. Dragon and Viper stare at each other for a moment and then lock up and go at it furiously for a few minutes, BD gets the better of the exchange with a series of German suplexes that sends DV to the corner to tag Capellan. Cap and Blackdragon face off, Cap charges in and BD takes him down with a drop toe hold, then scales the ropes, but Capellan leaps to his feet and catches BD on the top and throws him off the top with a belly to belly release suplex. Cap covers and Crete comes in to break up the pin, this brings Viper in as well. All four men fight in the center of the ring for a moment, before BD and Viper spill to the outside and brawl around the ring. The referee is evidently going to allow it and let Crete and Cap be the legal men. While BD and DV brawl around ring side, Cap and Crete go toe to toe in the center of the ring, each man getting several two counts. Crete whips Capellan to the corner, but Cap scales the corner and connects with the spinning Dragon Kick from the top, Crete hits the mat hard and is not moving. Cap spins around and notices that Donovan Viper and Blackdragon’s fight has spilled into the crowd, when he turns back, he notices Niles Anderson holding his Intercontinental title looking at it and smirking. Capellan climbs to the second rope and yells for Niles to drop the title. Niles slowly looks at Capellan and waves. Crete is back on his feet, grabs Capellan from behind and hits a perfect German suplex with a bridge to get a three count. WINNERS in 35:29 – Concrete TG and Blackdragon After the match, Crete slides out of the ring to break up the fight between Donovan Viper and Blackdragon. Inside the ring, Capellan gets to his feet just as Niles gets into the ring. When he turns around Niles PASTES him with the Intercontinental title. Niles holds the title for a moment, looks at it longingly, then drops it on Capellan’s chest before leaving the ring and grabbing his own title and heading up the ramp to the back. UNDERDAWG vs. LD WILLIAMS – Tournament for the Title Finals It all comes down to this, the winner of this match gets a spot in the fatal four way match for the OOWF World Heavyweight Title at New Years Evil II. LD Williams comes to the ring first, all business as usual. UnderDawg comes out next with his usual creepy entrance. Both men meet in the center of the ring, LD Williams and UD go nose to nose. Williams is certainly one man that will not back down from the Big Dawg. The match starts as your standard wrestling match, a lot of back and forth action. Neither man is able to keep the upper hand for long, and the match is surprisingly clean. After nearly twenty minutes of action, the match spills out of the ring to the floor, UD tries a clothesline, but LDW sidesteps and drop toe holds him into the steel ring post, opening a gash over UD’s eye. LD rolls UD back into the ring and works on the cut, drawing more blood and getting several near falls. UD rallies and catches LDW with a choke slam, and appears to get a three count, but LDW gets his foot on the ropes. UD tries a Last Ride, but LDW fights out of it, but as he is falling off of UD’s shoulder, he catches an UD elbow right under the eye, opening him up the hard way and swelling his eye shut. The action continues back and forth, both men giving and taking one hell of a beating. Williams plants UD in the middle of the ring with a DDT and nearly gets the three count, UD just rolls his shoulder at the last second. Williams staggers to his feet and charges at a bloody UnderDawg, but Dawg catches him by the throat, and lifts him for the chokeslam! But LD escapes by kneeing UD in the chest, UD drops LD and Williams grabs UD by the arm and breaks him down to the mat and locks on the cross face! They are right in the center of the ring! Both men are bloody and exhausted, UD tries to crawl to the ropes, but LDW breaks the hold and drops an elbows across the back of UD’s neck and locks the hold on in the center of the ring once again. UD yells in pain, referee Sterling Glaw asks UD if he wants to tap, but he refuses and LDW wrenches on the pressure harder. UD cannot make it to the ropes, he rolls his hips slightly to relieve some of the pressure, but Williams grinds it on harder. With his last bit of energy, UD rolls over on his side, the momentum pushes Williams back farther, taking UD’s neck and shoulder with it, UD is in excruciating pain, and appears to be close to blacking out, his hand hovering just above the mat to tap. Glaw checks both men, Williams leans back even farther, Glaw checks, Williams shoulders, they are down! He counts, one, two, just a fraction of a second after he hits the three UD taps out! Williams releases the hold, UD rolls into the corner and grabs his shoulder and neck, Williams raises his arms in victory, but Glaw pushes them down and explains that his shoulders were counted down just a second before UD tapped. Williams is devastated and falls to the mat. Glaw raises UD’s non-injured shoulder. WINNER in 49:37 – and Winner of the Tournament for the Title – UnderDawg After the match, UD slowly gets to his feet, Williams walks to him and they stand and stare for a moment. Then UD offers his hand to LD. Williams looks the big man up and down, then nods slightly and starts to leave the ring. UD grabs his shoulder and spins him around, and gives LDW the silent nod back. Williams leaves the ring and heads to the back. As he gets to the top of the ramp, Thim Reynolds comes out and offers his running buddy a slap on the back. Thim locks eyes with UD. Then Ax-Man comes to the top of the ramp and he and UD lock eyes. Finally, Chris Cole slips through the crowd and tries to attack UD from behind but the big man turns and catches him trying to sneak into the ring. Cole gets mad and tosses a chair into the ring. The camera focuses on all three man and we fade to black. Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action be sure to check out OOWF New Year’s Evil II PPV! Live, From Compton, Quebec, Canada And don’t forget to catch next week’s OOWF MidWeek Mayhem, Live from Sealevel, North Carolina! For more details, check out our website! oowf.pantslessfury.com/oowf ! And for all your OOWF shopping needs, check out www.cafepress.com/oowfshirts This has been an OOWF production, produced by the LD-Mad-Tar-Jack-Attitude-Jodrell-Kid-Crete-Ryan Production Company in accordance with Ecosystem Ltd.
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Jack Quinn Dec 28, 2006 22:21:09 GMT -5 |
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The awesome awesomeness of this was awesome.
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Outback Frito Pendejo Sept 29, 2006 16:03:29 GMT -5 |
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Spin and FF Capslock are talking to one another at a bar.
Spin: Lock, I've been having a problem since I joined you... something that's been weighing heavily on my mind. I don't have a decent catch phrase. FF Capslock: You seem to find some way to work fire into most of your conversations. Spin: Yeah, but... I dunno. The fire thing isn't unique. Firechild seems to have the market cornered on that. FFC: You're good at it, though. You do it without letting it take over your whole life. Plus, that flaming fist thing on Josh was brutal. Spin: Yeah, I know. I wonder how he could fight at Imperial Onslaught with the bandages on his face. Eh, screw him. FFC: Maybe you could steal "LIGHTS OUT!" from him. Spin (shuddering): No. Just... hell no. FFC: Well, in the meantime, you could always co-opt some ad slogan and change it a little bit so it fit. Spin: "I'm cuckoo for Spin Freakin' Hansen?" FFC: "Little. Yellow. Spin Freakin' Hansen." Spin: "I am stuck on Spin Freakin' Hansen brand, 'cause Spin Freakin' Hansen brand's stuck on me." FFC: "Pardon me, do you have any Gray Spin Freakin' Hansen?" Bartender: "Spin Freakin' Hansen melts in your mouth, not in your hand." (Spin and Lock look at the bartender, quickly lay down some cash, and walk out.)
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dear life. Eco's over to try and break that up, but he flips Eco over, too. Reynolds and Ecosystem hang upside down, on the brink of elimination, and they exchange punches. Moose and L.D. make their way over and double team Crete, but Nayr flies in with the HALFLING WIZARD to both Moose and Williams! Thim knocks Eco off the ropes, and Eco falls to the floor... but lands on one foot and manages to hop back into the ring. Thim rolls back in and protests as we get the buzzer for #28, Tommy O'Neil. TO in and works over Crete in one corner. Eco talks Reynolds into letting him off the hook and instead jumping Nayr from behind. Williams and MHJ sit back and pick their spot. TO tries the IRISH CLOVERLEAF, but Crete kicks him away and thru the ropes. Eco sends Nayr to the ropes, and Thim catches him with a Stun Gun on the way back. Eco swoops in and looks for the elimination, but Nayr gets him with a head scissors and brings him over the top rope. Both guys are on the apron and try to knock the other off. Reynolds charges in, dives thru the ropes, but Eco and Nayr sidestep him, and TR's suicide dive eats nothing but floor. Nayr glances at Thim on the floor, allowing Eco to sneak back in, then look for the elimination again. Nayr ducks a punch, then comes back in with a sunset flip, but Williams comes in with a dropkick to Nayr's face. O'Neil rolls back in and catches a resting CTG from behind. Moose and LDW double team Nayr as TO pounds Crete in the corner, and we get the buzzer for #29...
And Stank enters to a big pop. He comes in and MHJ calmly begs off, allowing Williams to try to jump him from behind, but Stank simply snap mares him off. Moose drops in the corner then rolls out of the ring. Stank with a big boot to Ecosystem, a shoulder block for O'Neil, then drags LDW up for the STANK-U~! That prompts Moose to come back in and break it up. But Stank gets hold of Moose and pound him back to the ropes. Stank charges for a clothesline, but Thim's back up on the apron and drills Stank with a forearm shiver before he can get to MHJ. Moose stomps away at Stank, and LDW and Thim are over to help. TO and Eco set up to clothesline Nayr out, but Nayr ducks. Eco turns around into a dropkick, and Nayr hits Tommy with a hurricanrana and takes him over the top to the floor at 41:02. Eco blindsides Nayr in retaliation. Thim grabs Stank for a fisherman's suplex, but CTG comes flying in with a shining wizard off Stank's back. CTG fights off kz and Stank takes Eco's head off with a clothesline, which sends Eco over the top, but again, somehow, Ecosystem holds on with one hand and slips back in. Time for #30, and Ax-Man hits the ring. Ax takes a look around the ring, and opts to go right after Williams. Moose interjects, then one thing leads to another, and we have a 4 on 4 brawl, Ax paired off with Williams, CTG with MHJ, Nayr with Thim, and Stank with Eco. Reynolds beats Nayr down in one corner, then goes over to assist Moose with Crete. Moose and Thim double team CTG and look for an elimination, but Stank's over in short order to break that up. Eco sneaks up on Nayr and tries to dump him again, but Nayr fights him off. Ax and Williams are duking it out intensely on the other side of the ring, and Ax gets the upper hand. Williams counters with a desperation low blow. LDW sets Ax up for the kill, but Stank flies in with a massive shoulder block to cut that idea short. Moose and Thim have Crete isolated again, and look to dump him out, but this time Nayr comes in with a simple double noggin knocker, which allows Crete back in the fight... culminated with a CEMENT MIXER to Reynolds. But CTG gets no further, because the #31 entrant hits the ring, and it's Canadian Dragon. Dragon puts a nice beating on Crete. Stank picks up Williams and heads for the ropes, but Moose runs over and breaks that up. Ax then grabs Moose and they slug it out. Nayr and Ax double team Moose, and a super kick by Ax sends Moose over the top, but only to the apron. Dragon has kicked Crete literally at least 80 times in the corner, then drags him up and drops him with an OWEN DRIVER~! Nayr jumps Dragon from behind, and as Reynolds gets to his feet, Eco sneaks behind him and dumps him out... but Thim rolls back in and Eco's in trouble. Eco begs off, but as he's focused on Thim, he's oblivious to Stank approaching him from behind, and then, in one quick movement, Stank hits a release German suplex, sending Eco over the top rope and HARD to the floor at 44:39. Thim takes Stank down into the ADJUSTMENT~! And then Williams slides over and slaps on a cross face at the same time, and Stank is trapped. The buzzer sounds at the 45:00 mark, which means our final entrant is up, and it's Attitude Adjuster. Who'd he pay off? Capps finishes his sandwich, then cautiously enters the ring. He sees Dragon and Nayr going at it, he sees Ax and Moose fighting, and he sees Crete laid out. But AA goes after Williams and Thim?? The crowd pops as AA kicks Reynolds in the chest, then stomps LDW, and AA fights them both off. Crete gets to his feet and joins in. Moose backdrops Ax over the top, but Ax holds on. Then Moose helps out LDW and TR, and Ax follows over. Dragon picks his spot and decks Concrete again. Nayr hops on Dragon for perhaps a victory roll, but CD just drops him on the ropes. Nayr skins the cat though and comes back after Dragon. Finally, Stank gets back to his feet and starts throwing punches. Moose goes down. Nayr goes down. Williams. Dragon. AA. Crete. Ax backs away and they line up Moose, but Reynolds gets a drop toehold on Ax, but Ax counters into the FIGURE FOUR~! LDW breaks that up, but Stank picks Williams up by the throat, and MHJ comes in with a knee lift. Dragon grabs Nayr to toss him again, but CTG hits a German suplex on both of them. Stank's tied up with kz, and Ax is over to help, but AA sneaks around and dumps Ax at 50:00. Stank slugs AA down, and that allows kz to try to toss Stank again. CTG is over to stop that, and Dragon has the chance to dump Nayr again. Dragon whips Nayr to the corner, but Nayr jumps onto the ropes, but AA is there to shake the ropes and Nayr crotches himself. Dragon dropkicks Nayr off the turnbuckle and to the floor at 52:33. Capps and Dragon high five on that move, but Dragon kicks AA in the gut and tries to toss him out, but the low center of gravity makes it difficult, and AA fights off. CTG over and fights with Dragon some more, and AA goes over to help kz with Stank. Williams doesn't want AA's help and pops him good one time, so AA decides to help Stank instead. The two of them fight kz off, then Stank drops AA with a right hand. Thim grabs Stank from behind and gets him on the ropes, and Dragon comes over to help. MHJ sees Concrete down on the other side of the ring and calmly stalks him. HEART PUNCH... but Crete grabs his arm, pulls him in, and backdrops him over the top rope and to the floor at 56:07! Moose can't believe it. MHJ rolls back in and nails CTG with the HEART PUNCH for real, then mounts him for some punches before referees drag him away. As Stank fights off Dragon and Reynolds, Williams stumbles over and looks for the easy elimination on Concrete, but AA makes the save! Williams and Capps slug it out, but then both get clotheslined down by Stank. Dragon looks for a spinning heel kick on Stank, but Stank moves, and Dragon crotches himself. Stank with a big boot to Dragon, and CD falls to the floor at 59:30. But Thim comes from behind and dumps Stank to huge heat immediately afterward at 59:35, triggering the end of the battle royal portion of the match. ULTIMATE ONSLAUGHT: L.D. Williams vs. Thim Reynolds vs. Concrete TG vs. Attitude Adjuster Reynolds is the only one standing as the cage descends from the ceiling. Thim tosses CTG over the tope rope – [/i]about a minute too late for it to mean anything[/i – and lays him directly beneath the cage wall, and the cage lands on Crete. Reynolds, and then Williams, to the floor and kick the crap out of a trapped CTG, before the officials can pry them away and raise the cage again to allow Crete back inside. Capps sits back and rests, probably longing for a turkey on rye. Reynolds and Williams toss Crete in the ring, and LDW has some words for AA. Capps decides enough is enough, and sneaks up and slaps on THE CLAW~! An hour into the match, Williams is in trouble, but Reynolds bails him out with a clothesline. Thim opens up on AA in the corner, and Williams goes after CTG. Williams dumps Crete to the floor again and follows outside. Williams pulls a chair from beneath the ring and lines Crete up... but CTG super kicks the chair back into his face! Crete grabs the chair and goes ballistic on LDW, but Reynolds hits a baseball slide to break that up. Thim grabs the chair and whacks Concrete one time, then rolls in. Reynolds swings for AA, but Capps hits the deck, and the chair bounces off the ropes and nails Thim in the face. AA rolls up Reynolds... one, two, but Thim just kicks out. AA grabs the chair, but Williams trips him from the floor, and AA lands face first on the chair, triggering a blade job. Williams in with the STF~! AA is ready to tap, but Crete hits a moonsault off the top rope to break that up. CTG covers Williams... one, two, but Thim makes the save. Thim with a suplex on Crete, and Williams is up for the double team. To the ropes, but Crete ducks a clothesline, then Lionsaults back onto both of them. AA is up and grabs Crete for the ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT~! But Crete counters straight into the SCAFFOLD~! AA is trapped, and with nowhere to go, and nobody to bail him out, he taps at 70:12. However, that turn of events leaves Crete trapped inside a steel cage with Williams and Reynolds. Crete wastes no time in going on the offense, knocking Williams to the floor, then bashing Reynolds with the chair a couple of times. Crete out to the floor and catapults LDW into the cage, and if Williams wasn't a bloody mess before, he sure is now. Crete back on the apron and Thim meets him. But Crete goes to the eyes and suplexes Thim off the apron and INTO THE CAGE in a sick spot. Crete grabs the chair again, but Williams grabs it on the backswing and drills Concrete. LDW rolls Crete into the ring and goes to work with consecutive Dragon suplexes. Williams looks for the DDT, but Crete drives him into the corner, then sets him up for a superplex. Crete goes up, but Reynolds hops up on the apron and nails Crete in the face with the chair. Williams comes off with a leg drop and makes the cover, but Reynolds PULLS HIM OFF! Thim wants to punish Crete some more apparently. Reynolds drags Concrete up and has some words for him. Crete can barely stand... but he snaps to, pulls Thim's legs from beneath him and looks for the SCAFFOLD~! Williams immediately busts that up. Williams beats Crete back to the ropes and goes for an Irish whip, but CTG reverses and whips Williams directly into Reynolds! Thim tumbles to the floor and Concrete cradles Williams. One, two, three! Williams is eliminated at 78:32, But Reynolds is right back in and WALLOPS Crete with the chair as he gets to his feet. Reynolds uses the chair again. Then again. And again. Thim drills Crete with the chair about 20 times. And if that ain't enough, he locks on the ADJUSTMENT~! Crete is out. He can't tap. He can't submit. He's been beaten unconscious with a steel chair. Senior official Sterling Glaw has no choice but to call for the bell at 80:22. WINNER: THIM REYNOLDS Music pipes through the arena. You never close your eyes, anymore when I kiss your lips… Then, the sound of a record scratching and complete silence. At this point, Hardbody Harris enters and stands at the top of the stage and takes in a mixed shower of boos and cheers. An exhausted Thim passes by and he and Harris just look at one another for a moment before Thim walks through the curtain to the back. Then, a familiar guitar riff, followed by lyrics… [/i] Foxy… Foxy… You know you are a cute little heartbreaker (ha) And you know you are sweet little love maker want to take you home I won’t do you no harm… You got to be all mine… Ooh, Foxy Lady[/i] Hardbody walks down the aisle, thrusting himself up and down like Garth from Wayne’s World and taking in the stunned reaction of the crowd. The tag title glistens of his crotch area; it’s not TRIK*D OWT yet. A couple fans throw paper at him, but they’re all in the upper bowl (because that’s where the people who think this shits actually real sit) and their tiny bombs fall on the spectators below. No one cares, though, because Hardbody, for the first time in months, is standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone. The music stops, and Harris speaks. “You know, if you’re going to have a party, the first thing you need is some good music, and man, do I love Jimi Hendrix! Nothing says “bad guy” like Jimi.” *He stops and inhales the boos.* “Oh, that’s right, I’m a bad guy now. Isn’t that so unlike me? I went for almost two years being cheered everywhere I went. I won championships. I ate salami and honey mustard sandwiches. I casually inserted my penis into various OOWF female employees vaginas, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!” *The crowd cheers a bit at this bit of nostalgia. Oh, they fall right into the trap.* “And you know what? I’m still doing that. I have a belt around my waist. I have sandwich in my belly. And I have a Sexy Female Journalist in the ladies room just waiting to be walked in on. Don’t you see? I’m the same old Hardbody.” *More cheers. Are these guys idiots?* “Oh, wait, there’s one little change: I’m not Hardbody anymore. You see, when other guys do bad things, they say ‘all you people turned on me.’ I’m not dumb. You would never turn on me!” Strongest cheers yet. Perhaps this will turn out well after all. Naw. “So you know what I did? I turned on you! Nyah nyah nyah nyahnyah. I made you mad by doing something mean to a nice pers…dog, and then being friends with people you don’t like. And you know what I have to say about it? Thbbbbbbth!” *Harris sticks out his tongue, and the audience doesn’t…do anything. They’re stunned at this ingenious revelation.* “Oh, you don’t like that explanation? Well, how about this: I missed my BFF, Altrageous. Like good pink lemonade, you can’t pour good friends down the drain. We’re inseparable. Always have been. This was a plan all along, idiots. You think I’d actually ever REALLY be that stupid and lose a match? I mean, I’ve been gone for a long time and I’m still high up in the rankings. COME ON!” *The crowd starts booing. Somebody audibly yells out “YOU ASSTARD!” from the 5th row.* “Then there’s the rest of the 3 Piece Set. Some may have thought that I didn’t need a faction to be popular. Hell, I was rarely even in a tag team; I work solo. But you know what? Firechild and Cole, they’re different. They’re like—what’s the word? They’re like Outsiders. Yeah, that’s it. So I thought I’d join it, because it’s the best thing going, brother!” *Louder boos and hisses erupt from the masses. They don’t like where this is going one bit.* “As for Underdawg, he and I have had our battles since day one. I won the title at Hell on Earth last year, and he thought he could just go ahead and prance into my spot at the biggest PPV of the year. I think not. Too bad you couldn’t roll your eyes all the way to the back of your head, then maybe you could have seen that chair shot coming. BONG. BONG. BANG!” Hardbody mimics whacking UD with the chair, and the people in the stands are livid. “So there you have it. You guys had nothing to do with it. You guys, who have supported me, bought my shirts, purchased locks of my chest hair, and screamed your little hearts out for me to win matches had no control over this. I turned on YOU. For Alt. For Cole. For Firechild. For ME. *Fans nearly start rioting, throwing bottles, paper, small children, Gimmickmen, and Hardbody Giant Foam Penises toward the ring. HH avoids it all for his last thought.* “I have a new group, a new title, some new music, and a new attitude. So, from this day forward, Hardbody Harris is no more. I feel a little more…big time. A little more…immortal. Say hello to the new #1 HEEL IN THE OOWF! Say hello to…HOLLYWOOD HARRIS!” *People are so irate they begin punching themselves for no reason. Hendrix takes the new HH out of the ring and up the ramp. Harris leaves the ring to a chorus of boos. Walking up the aisle, he arrogantly snaps at some fans until he stops and stares. Someone is in the front row of the aisle wearing a brick red hooded cloak. His face is obscured by the cloak. They stare at each other for a bit, and then the cloaked figure slips behind some fans and disappears. Harris starts walking back cautiously with a confused look until he shakes it off and gives some more fans the bird. <fade> Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action be sure to check out the OOWF Doomy Doomy Doom Doom PPV, Live October 29th from The Devil’s Tower, Wyoming! And don’t forget to catch next week’s OOWF MidWeek Mayhem October 4th, Live from Sublimity, Oregon! For all your OOWF shopping needs, check out www.cafepress.com/oowfshirts This has been an OOWF production, produced by the LD-Black-Mad-Tar-Jack-Attitude-Jodrell-Crete-Ryan-Spin-FF Production Company in accordance with Ecosystem Ltd.
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Jack Quinn Sept 27, 2006 21:39:22 GMT -5 |
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Voltage resents being at No.14 on the heels list.
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thegenerator Sept 26, 2006 8:11:34 GMT -5 |
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CHRIS COLE vs. UNDERDAWG – OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match
Our main event of the evening. The Underdawg’s music plays and he makes his way to the ring, creepy as always, we get a nice shot of him rolling his eyes back into his head for the camera. Finally UD is in the ring and all settled, and the World Champion “The Main Event” Chris Cole is announced. He comes to the ring on his own, surprisingly. Cole doesn’t look quite as confident tonight and paces nervously in his corner. Referee Sterling Glaw calls both men into the center of the ring. Underdawg just glares at Cole, Cole never breaks Dawg’s gaze and slowly takes the title off and hands it to Glaw, could this be the last time Cole takes the belt from around his waist? Glaw orders both men back to their corner and calls for the bell. As soon as the bell rings, Cole turns around and charges at Dawg, but Dawg anticipated the move and gets a big boot up just in time to nearly take Cole’s head off his shoulders. UD grabs Cole and pulls him to his feet and whips the champ to the ropes, bounds off the opposite ropes himself, and takes Cole down with a big clothesline. Cole gets to his feet and tries to escape out of the ring, but UD catches him and pulls him back into the ring. UD unleashes a barrage of punishing rights to Cole’s head that backs him up in the corner. Dawg whips Cole across the ring to the opposite corner and follows him across with a big clothesline. Cole staggers out of the corner and UD scoops him up and tosses him over his shoulder, is Big Dawg going for the Fireplug Piledriver?? We will not know, Cole slips over UD’s shoulder and rolls out of the ring to try and regroup. UD grabs Cole by the hair from the inside of the ring and tries to pull him into the ring, but Cole turns and grabs UD by the head and guillotines him on the top rope. UD hits the mat hard, Cole reaches in and grabs UD by the legs and pulls him over to the steel ring post, then first crotches him on the post, then slams his leg into the steel, bending his knee awkwardly. UD scoots back into the ring but Cole is not done yet. He pulls UD back to the post and slams his leg into the steel a second time. Firechild rushes down to ring side and jumps on the apron and distracts the referee. While he is doing that, Cole picks up a steel chair and slams it into the side of UD’s knee, sandwiching it between the metal post and the steel chair. UD writhes in pain and tries to slide back into the ring again, but once again, Cole grabs him and pulls him out on the apron, this time head first, and leaves his head hanging off the apron. Cole grabs the chair again and slams it down across UD’s face, knocking UD out of the ring onto the floor in a barely conscious heap. Cole ditches the chair and rolls back into the ring. Firechild takes his cue and leaves the apron and allows Cole to get the ten count. The referee starts counting, and we pan to the outside and see UD has not moved. When the referee hits five, Underdawg does the rarely seen zombie sit up, his face a mask of blood and rage. UD gets to his feet and begins to climb the ropes back into the ring. Before he can get into the ring though, Cole distracts the referee and Altrageous rushes to ring side carrying a sledgehammer. Alt buries the sledge into Dawg’s ribs, dropping him back on the floor, and gasping for breath. Alt ditches the hammer and joins Firechild, and once again Cole tells the referee to start the count. Glaw gets to seven and UD begins to stir, he makes it back into the ring, much to 3Piece Set’s disbelief, just before the ten count. Chris Cole pulls UD to his feet and grabs him from behind for what appears to be a Scorpion Deathdrop, but Cole showboats for a few seconds too long. UD manages to stand straight up, taking Cole with him on his shoulder and nails a FIREPLUG PILEDRIVER! THAT IS IT!! UnderDawg covers, one, two, thr…..NO! Altrageous and Firechild both reach in and pull UD out of the ring, they put the boots to UD for a minute, then UD fights them off, nailing both members of 3Piece Set with brutal uppercuts. UD grabs a chair and turns and catches Firechild right across the back, then turns and throws the chair at Altrageous, catching him with a glancing blow off the skull, it was enough to drop Alt in his tracks. UD climbs back into the ring just as Cole is getting to his feet. He grabs Cole and sends him to the ropes and connects with a big boot to the jaw. UD slowly raises one hand and the audience comes unglued. Cole gets to his feet, gets goozled and CHOKESLAM STRAIGHT TO HELL!!!! THIS ONE IS OVER!! UD covers Cole, folds his arms across his chest, one, two, thre…..WHAM! Firechild is in the ring with a chair and he slams it across the back of UD’s skull. UD gets up and grabs Firechild by the throat, but before he can do anything, Alt is in with a chair of his own and slams it across the back of UD’s head, he staggers forward and Firechild destroys him with the Wings of Phoenix! They pull UD back to his feet, he still has a little fight in him, but that is taken care of with another chair shot and a Spinal Contusion by Alt. Firechild and Alt pull UD to his knees and hold him, Chris Cole, is finally up and he grabs the chair and cues it up ready to finish UD when the lights go out and oddly familiar music hits: You never close your eyes any more When I kiss your lips And there's no tenderness like before In your fingertips You're trying hard not to show it baby But baby, baby I know it As the chorus hits, the lights come back on and fireworks erupt! You've lost that loving feeling Oh, that loving feeling You've lost that loving feeling Now it's gone, gone, gone Whoa-oh IT’S HARDBODY HARRIS!!!! Harris sprints to the ring and ducks a clothesline attempt by Cole and drops him with a right hand, then he ducks a double clothesline from Altrageous and Firechild and hits the ropes and clotheslines both of them out of the ring! The fans are going crazy! The roof is about to come off! Harris grabs the chair and chases all three members of 3Piece Set out of the ring! REVENGE!! UnderDawg slowly gets to his feet behind Harris and hits his dead man pose glaring at 3Piece Set as his eyes roll back in his head. UD turns around and WHAM!! What the hell? HARDBODY HARRIS DESTROYS UNDERDAWG WITH A CHAIR SHOT! UD falls to one knee and Harris swings the chair a second time and brings it down on UnderDawgs skull. The fans who were just seconds ago cheering for Harris now sit in stunned silence. Harris pulls UD up and hits the TO BE EDITED IN LATER! Harris stands over UD’s prone body and glares at him, behind him, 3Piece Set slowly sneak back into the ring. As all three of them are about to strike, Harris turns around and they all lock eyes. Then they……begin to laugh? WHAT THE HELL? Cole steps forward and he and Harris embrace! It was all a set up!!!! Harris and Alt hug, Best Friends Forever!!!! Harris and Firechild!! NOT HARRIS!!! NOT HARDBODY!!! SAY IT ISN’T SO!!!! This is sickening!!!! Someone needs to explain! Harris holds up his World title and the 3Piece Set sign, Firechild grabs his newly won Onslaught championship and drapes it across his shoulder. Altrageous leaves the ring and reaches under the ring for something, he comes back into the ring carrying a black gym bag. What now? Alt grabs something and tosses it to Harris, it appears to be a black mask? Altrageous has one too, what is….They are the masks Mierda Del Pollo Rudos wore earlier…..Altrageous and Harris put the masks on and Cole and Firechild feign fear like they don’t know who they are. Alt and Harris then pull them off and everyone gets a good laugh. I can tell you this, the fans are not amused. Finally, Altrageous reaches into the bag again and…..PULLS OUT THE OOWF WORLD TAG TEAM TITLES!!!!! HARRIS AND ALTRAGEOUS WERE MIERDA DEL POLLO RUDOS!!! 3PIECE SET ARE THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!! 3Piece Set celebrates in the ring over the prone body of UnderDawg, holding their titles up high. The crowd nearly riots and litters the ring with garbage as we fade to black. Russ: BEST FRIENDS FOREVER?? BEST FRIENDS FOREVER MY ASS!! THEY'RE THE TWO SORRIEST PIECES OF SHIT I'VE EVER KNOWN!! Razz: I am LITERALLY speechless here! Did Harris just join the Set? Nash: That turn looked familiar too. Haven’t we seen something like that before? Russ: THAT SORRY SON OF A BITCH!!! I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!!!! Razz: Man….Hardbody Harris hanging with the set….. Nash: Seriously, that looked like something I was part of. Where’s Hall, I need to talk to him. Russ: Folks, in all my years in professional wrestling, I have never been so furious. Hardbody Harris has turned his back on the fans. Razz: wow Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action be sure to check out the OOWF Doomy Doomy Doom Doom PPV, Live October 29th from The Devil’s Tower, Wyoming! And don’t forget to catch next week’s OOWF Imperial Onslaught, September 27th, Live from Fort Dick, California! For all your OOWF shopping needs, check out www.cafepress.com/oowfshirts This has been an OOWF production, produced by the LD-Black-Mad-Tar-Jack-Attitude-Jodrell-Crete-Ryan-Spin-FF Production Company in accordance with Ecosystem Ltd.
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Jack Quinn Sept 25, 2006 11:48:30 GMT -5 |
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OOWF Hell on Earth II
Live! September 24th, From Dayton, Ohio! OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u] Chris Cole vs. UnderDawg OOWF Intercontinental Title Hell In the Cell Onslaught Rules Match[/u] Altrageous vs. Capellan OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u] wCw vs. Mierda Del Pollo Rudos OOWF Onslaught Championship Fatal Four Way[/u] Thim Reynolds vs. Eric O'Mac vs. Blackdragon vs. Firechild Ladder Match[/u] Concrete TG vs. Canadian Dragon Taipei Fenc I Quit Match[/u] kz vs. The Team From Down Under Winner gets the rights to "Drink & Destroy"[/u] Drink & Destroy vs. The New Original New Classic Blackjacks 2000 Winner Gets an IC Title Match[/u] Ax-Man vs. Seraph vs. Sriram The Chickenshit Heels vs. The Devil's Brigade vs. The Halfrican Americans Ecosystem vs. Apocalyptic Existence The Knife vs. Voltage card subject to forcible relocation
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Jack Quinn Sept 22, 2006 11:36:27 GMT -5 |
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Part II
THE CHICKENSHIT HEELS vs. THE HALFRICAN AMERICANS vs. THE TEAM FROM DOWN UNDER vs. THE DEVIL’S BRIGADE vs. DRINK & DESTROY vs. THE NEW ORIGINAL NEW CLASSIC BLACKJACKS 2000 vs. MIERDA DEL POLLO RUDOS – Tag Team Scramble, winner gets a title shot at Hell on Earth II The Chickenshit Heels vs. The Halfrican Americans vs. The Team From Down Under vs. The Devil's Brigade vs. Drink & Destroy vs. The New Original New Classic New Blackjacks 2000 vs. Mierda Del Pollo Rudos in a Tag Team Gauntlet Elimination Match – with a shot at the OOWF Tag Champs on the line! Numbers have been drawn at random to determine the entry of the teams – when a team is eliminated, next team in line may immediately enter the match! And now for the first two teams! Team #1: The Chickenshit Heels! - Johnny Adrenaline and Al Capps are complaining LOUDLY about a fix on their way to the ring, giving Angelo Barros a real ear full. Barros tries to explain that he had nothing to do with setting the order, when the team #2 is introduced…. IT’S The Devil’s Brigade! Harper Camby and Tommy O’Neill stalk down to the ring with VERY satisfied smiles on their faces – and Tommy has a chain wrapped around his fist. The Chickenshit Heels get ready for a fight, TDB gets in the ring – Al Capps with some trash talk for Camby, who starts to charge but is held up by the referee…. Camby demands to start for The Brigade, the Chickenshits shoot for it – tie…again, another tie…FINALLY Al Capps it picked to face Harper! The ref calls for the bell, and - - - The Chickenshit Heels BAIL OUT OF THE RING! Barros looks REAL confused, and Camby is steaming mad. TCH make their way up the ramp, giving the universal “We’re way too smart for this” point to the head, while being counted out…. Winner by COUNT OUT in .12 – The Devil’s Brigade! Immediately, THUNDERSTRUCK blares over the sound system, and The Team From Down Under storm the ring! Nobody waits for a legal man, as all 4 grapplers tear into each other with wild abandon! Finally, the referee gets some order and we have Jack vs. Camby. Neither man is giving an inch, and technical wrestling is out the window as this is a brawl, pure and simple. Then OBJ changes gears, whips Harper to the ropes and then flings him across the ring with a Japanese arm drag. As Camby gets up, Outback is there with a running knee to the head, and then whips Harper into the TTFDU corner. OBJ gets the ref’s attention, and Gator grabs Harper by the throat, choking him with the tag rope! He breaks before he’s caught, but does hold Camby’s arms so Outback can bury a running shoulder block into his gut. Tag to Gatorbait! Gator continues on a tear, chaining power move after power move until Harper goes to the eyes to create some separation. Jack then start pounding away, hitting punches and kicks anywhere he can, looking for that body part that TDB can rip off and take home. He tags in Tommy O’Neill, who continues the punishment. O’Neill starts focusing on Gator’s neck, hitting a swinging neck breaker, a rolling neck snap and a standing neck vice. He then picks up Gator and tags HC back in, - double-team hotshot into a suplex! Cover by Camby – 1 – 2 – Gator kicks out! Camby stands Gator up, and SPIKES him with the Power bomb! Cover – 1 -2 and Outback Jack pulls O’Neill off! The ref gets OBJ out of the ring, giving TDB the chance they need – Camby holds Gator open, and Tommy O’Neill loads his fist with the chain for a Wicked Left Hook – But Outback blows past the ref and charges the Irish Devil to save his partner! O’Neill redirects OBJ over the top rope, and whirls around to throw the finisher – BUT OUTBACK LANDS ON HIS FEET! Outback leaps to the apron and then to the top turnbuckle with an amazing display of agility, and dims TO’s lights with a top rope BOOMERANG! Angelo Barros moves to get both men out of the ring, and totally misses Gator’s low mule-kick on Camby, then smashes the back of his head into Camby’ nose – that might be broken, folks! Gatorbait isn’t done, countering the stunned Harper into position, and CHOMP! Camby is OUT! Cover – 1 – 2 – 3! Winners in 15:34 – The Team From Down Under! TDB is herded to the back, and now The Halfrican Americans hit the ring! Its speed vs. power – Gator stays in the ring to face Fly – Gator is still shaking off the effects of the last match, but Fly isn’t holding back, starting off with a missile drop-kick that hits square on the mark! Fly breakdances up, Gives a moonwalk, tags in Nayr – double team elbow drop! Nayr off the ropes, springboard off the middle rope into a Naysault! Cover – 1 – 2 Gator kicks out! Nayr picks up Gatorbait, and whips him into the ropes – Gator reverses, Nayr ducks under the charge, leaps for a cross-body – Gator catches the luchador, spins him around and CHOMP! Nayr might be dead! Cover by Gator – 1 – FLY saves the match with a top rope leg drop on Gatorbait! Fly gets back to his corner, yelling for Nayr to tag out, Gator gets over to Outback Jack. OBJ is in, and goes to drop an elbow on Nayr – who rolls clear! Jack is to his feet, tries a second elbow, Nayr avoids it and gets to his feet – dropkick to OBJ’s legs, Nayr tumbles over OBJ’s back and tags in FLY as he tumbles out of the ring and to the floor! Fly hits the ring and gets ready to lock up with Outback Jack when LD Williams hops the rail, getting Gator and Outback’s attention – With both members of TTFDU and Fly distracted, Moosehead Jack comes in from the other side, and in full view of Angelo Barros, gives Fly a chain assisted HEART PUNCH! Barros has no choice, and calls for the bell! WINNER BY DQ in 3:13 – The Halfrican Americans! The Team From Down Under just do NOT believe it, and after trying to argue with the referee, storm out of the ring and right up the aisle after KZ! As they charge past, out come Mierda Del Pollo Rudos for the next match! Nayr is out at ringside, and Fly is shaking off the effect of the Heart Punch, so MDPR pick Fly up, and plant him with “the Great Egglayer of Doom” – the Snapshot! Fly is already out, so this is all academic at this point - Winner by pinfall in .45 - Mierda Del Pollo Rudos! Fly and Nayr get helped out as The New Original New Classic New Blackjacks 2000 hit the ring - Stank and FC Capslock tear right into MDPR, who bail out before any REAL damage can be done, and FCC and Stank are hot on their tails – The members of MDPR head in opposite directions around the ring, and try stereo Thez Press’ on the NONCNB2K – But Stank and FC catch them, and drive them into the ring apron and then pound away! The ref gets to 6 before Stank and FC roll them back into the ring. Back in the ring, the Rudo take the boots to FC and Stank before they can get fully into the ring. After a few seconds of beatdown, Rudo #1 attempts an Irish whip on Stank, who reverses and throws the masked man hard into the corner. FC Capslock bulls his man into the opposite corner, then NONCNB2K hit avalanche clotheslines on BOTH members of MDPR! Stank then whips Rudo #2 across the way and FCC sidesteps, Capslock whips Stank into BOTH opponents! The crowd goes NUTS as Stank and FFC toss Rudo #2 out of the ring! Angelo Barros finally gets order restored, and it is Rudo #1 and Stank. Stank keeps the pressure up, flooring his opponent and the delivering multiple elbow drops to the back. Stank picks up the Rudo, drags him into the friendly corner, blind tag by FFC – Stank crushes Rudo #1with a belly to belly Suplex, FFC off the ropes – LEGDROP! Cover – 1 – 2 – Rudo #2 comes in and breaks it up! The ref shoos #2 out of the ring, FFC picks up his Yellow Masked opponent – Rudo #1 with a gouge the eyes, then he staggers back and #2 tags himself in. #2 immediately chop-blocks FFC, putting the big man down – starts working the knee, using kicks to the hamstring, elbow drops on the knee itself, and even breaking out an old-school spinning toe hold! FFC starts to sit up, then roll to one knee, Rudo #1 points at Stank to distract the referee, and #2 kicks FFC in the groin, putting him back on the mat! Rudo #2 does a Flair Strut, and starts to lock on a figure 4, but FFC kicks him off. #2 rebounds off the ropes and looks for a clothesline, but instead of standing up, FFC lunges forward on all fours, head butting #2 in the gut! Rudo #2 is down, and FCC makes his way to his corner – Tag to Rudo #1 – TAG TO STANK! Stank is a one man wrecking crew, shoulder blocking Rudo #1 to the mat, then kicking #2 to the floor. As #1 gets to his feet, Stank scoops him up and bull rushes him into the corner. Stank hooks Rudo #1 into the tree of woe – running knee to the gut! Stank unhooks #1, and STANKONIA! Before Stank can cover, Drink and Destroy hit the ring! Stank gets to his feet, FFC joins him and the four men meet in the center of the ring, throwing haymakers! Barros sees Rudo #1 roll out of the ring, and tries to get the other two teams separated. Josh O’Neal gets the better of FFC by kicking him in the knee, dropping the Pride of Fresno to the mat. O’Neal lines up for a kick, but FFC catches the leg, and hoists is former protégé up on his shoulders – but before he can do anything, Josh goes to the eyes, throwing FFC off balance – he tumbles into the ropes, and both men go over the top HARD! Stank fares better against Spin Hansen, winning the slugfest and then dropping him with a head-butt. Spin tries to battle back, but Stank run him the ropes, buries a knee into his gut and then throws Spin over the top! Spin gets up talking trash, Stank acknowledges the crowd, and he and the referee, misses Spin pulling something out of his pocket – Spin yells at Stank again, and when Stank leans over the top rope to respond SPIN HANSEN THROWS A FIREBALL IN STANK’S FACE! Stank staggers back in pain, the Mierda Del Pollo Rudos are back in the ring! #2 leg sweeps Stank, and #1 hits a top rope elbow as #2 rolls out – but no so far out as to not hold Stank’s leg giving his partner the leverage he needs for the 1 – 2 – 3! WINNERS IN 18:52 - Mierda Del Pollo Rudos! THIM REYNOLDS vs. BLACKDRAGON vs. ERIC O’MAC – Onslaught Championship Match Thim Reynolds is out first, but only gets a few steps down the aisle before being blindsided by Eric O’ Mac. Eric kicks away at Thim while he’s down, then picks him up and throws him into the railing. Eric springs on top of the railing, and Thim hooks his leg, dropping him crotch first on the bar. Thim turns around to clear his head and nearly loses it to a Blackdragon clothesline. Dragon tosses Thim into the ring apron as Eric gingerly climbs off the railing. Dragon chops Thim, delivers a second one, then turns to Eric, who makes an “after you” gesture. After another chop, Dragon waves Eric over. As Sterling Glaw orders them to get into the ring, they each grab an arm, pull Thim away from the apron, and whip him back against it. They pull Thim away from the ring again, and Eric goes high while Dragon goes low for a total elimination. Sterling is out on the floor now, but can’t get close enough to take control due to flailing limbs. Dragon picks Thim up and pins his arms behind him. Eric goes for a super kick, but Thim slides out of the way and Dragon goes down. So much for teamwork. Eric drops a knee on Thim’s neck before he can get up, shrugs, and stomps on Dragon as well. He takes a moment to showboat for the crowd, and leaves himself open for yet another low blow from Thim. As Eric contemplates a career singing soprano, Thim heaves him over the railing into the crowd. As Thim turns back to Dragon, he eats a chop, followed by a suplex. Dragon picks Thim up and whips him toward the steps, but Thim reverses, and Dragon is the one who hits the steel. Eric gets slowly to his feet and crawls over the railing. As he does, Firechild comes down the aisle. Thim sees him coming and tells him to leave, but FC ignores him. Thim grabs Sterling and points him toward Firechild. He takes the hint and tries to eject FC, but gets shoved out of the way. Thim watches FC pick Eric up and lay into him, and fails to notice Dragon getting to his feet. Dragon clubs Thim in the head and rolls him into the ring. Dragon follows him in and Tosses Thim to the ropes, catching him with a power slam. The bell rings and Dragon, assuming the match has finally started, covers Thim as FC tosses Eric into the steps. Sterling Glaw slides into the ring, grabs Dragon’s leg, and pulls him off. The bell rings again. Sterling, fed up after being shoved by FC a second time, has tossed the match. No Contest in 9:43 After the match: FC slides into the ring to check on Thim, who shoves him down. FC springs to his feet and gets in Thim’s face, yelling that he was only trying to help. Thim responds that “Help like this, I don’t bloody well need!” and the two “allies” continue to argue all the way back to the locker room. WCW vs. KZ – OOWF World Tag Team Title Match wCw retain when The Team From Down Under become involved CHRIS COLE vs. ALTRAGEOUS – Non-Title Match, Underdawg special enforcer, Capellan special referee Capellan races to the ring and slides under the bottom rope then springs to the top rope to the delight of the crowd. Capellan is wearing the striped referee shirt for this evening. Next UnderDawg appears at the top of the ramp amid a cloud of smoke and makes his way to the ring. To make sure he is the enforcer, Dawg brings a sledgehammer with him to the ring. Finally, Cole and Alt are announced, then make their way to the ring together, not looking a bit happy about what could happen tonight. Cole and Alt get into the ring and they immediately dash toward Capellan who is waiting calmly in the corner, but before they can get to him, UD jumps on the apron with the sledgehammer and the members of 3PS back off. Cap makes his way to the center of the ring and calls both men in for instructions. He pats both men down, much to their irritation. Then he asks for the title belts. First he gets the world title from Chris Cole, looks at it for a moment, then tosses it to UD outside the ring. Dawg grabs the belt and holds it high for everyone to see, then sets it on the table. The whole time Cole looks at him seething with rage. Then Cap calls for Altrageous belt. Alt looks furious as he hands it over to Cap, Cap looks around, but there is no ring girl around, so he takes the belt and slings it over his shoulder and shoots a shit eating grin at Alt. Alt is beside himself. Finally he calls for the bell and Alt falls down and Cole falls on top of him for the pin. Capellan doesn’t move. He instead, looks at his nails, polishes the OOWF Intercontinental title, and generally ignores what Cole and Alt are trying to pull. Cole leaps to his feet and gets in Cap’s face, screaming with rage, so Cap turns with the IC title, and PASTES Cole between the eyes! Altrageous jumps to his feet, but he is immediately dropped with a sledgehammer shot between the eyes! The crowd is going crazy as Dawg and Cap stand before the prone, bloody members of 3Piece Set. Cap looks at Dawg and he nods, so Cap slips out of the ring and rummages under the ring and pulls out a table. Meanwhile UD grabs Chris Cole and choke slams him hard on the mat. Firechild runs in, but eats a boot for his trouble. Finally with the table set up, UD hoists Alt onto his shoulders with his back to the table, Capellan climbs to the top rope, gets his balance, and leaps, connecting with a drop kick to Alt’s chest that knocks him off of UD’s shoulders, out of the ring, and through the table! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! The two turn their attention to Cole, Capellan slips out of the ring and grabs a chair, and PASTES Cole in the head with it, UD then scoops Cole up and lands a Fireplug Piledriver on the chair! For revenge from earlier in the night, Capellan pulls Firechild to his feet and whips him toward UD, UD goozles him and chokeslams the hell out of Firechild. Capellan and UnderDawg raise their hands in victory standing over the prone bodies of 3Piece Set. WINNER – No Match Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action be sure to check out the OOWF 2 Year Anniversary Show; Hell On Earth II, Live September 24th from Dayton, Ohio! And don’t forget to catch next week’s OOWF Imperial Onslaught, September 27th, Live from Fort Dick, California! For more details, check out our website! oowf.pantslessfury.com/oowf ! And for all your OOWF shopping needs, check out www.cafepress.com/oowfshirts This has been an OOWF production, produced by the LD-Mad-Tar-Jack-Attitude-Jodrell-Kid-Crete-Ryan Production Company in accordance with Ecosystem Ltd.
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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Hammerfest, Norway <we cut immediately to the back of the arena where an OOWF courier approaches Firewoman and sees her stretching and preparing for her Onslaught Championship match tonight> C: Uh, Ms. Firewoman? FW: <not even looking up> Not now, I’m busy C: Uhhhh, but this is really rather urgent FW: It can wait C: I…..I’m afraid it can’t, both of them want to see you immediately FW:<finally stopping and looking at the trembling courier> both of WHO want to see me? C: Uhh GM the Rick, and LJ Bennett, they both asked for me to come get you FW:<slowly standing up> That’s right. Great timing by those two. Fine. Where are we going first? C: Ummm, well, they are both in GM the Rick’s office FW: WHAT? Wait, they are together? And both want to see me? What the hell is this about? I have a match to get ready for! C: P-p-please, I just deliver the messages <Fire smiles slightly and digs in her pocket and pulls out a wad of bills and stuffs them in the courier’s hand and almost gives a smile as she walks past. An Invisible Ninja Cameraman follows Fire down the hall to GM the Rick’s office where Fire enters without knocking> FW: Ok what the hell is going on? I have a title match to get ready for, and I don’t need these kind of distractions. And what the hell are you two doing together? GMtR: Fire, please, have a seat, we can get to all of that. LJB: To answer one of your questions, Rick and I have been instructed to take care of a certain………matter as soon as possible <Fire sits in the chair, clearly not comfortable> GMtR: Fire, we appreciate the delicateness of your…….situation, and we respect your desire as an athlete and your skill as a wrestler…. LJB: But you have to understand the position you are putting US in by insisting on continuing with your career GMtR: The Board of Directors feels it would be in your best interests if you took a paid leave of absences until…..err…..until your situation is taken care of LJB: The OOWF will take care of any medical bills incurred, and when you are ready, your spot on the roster will be waiting <Fire appears to be considering this for a moment> FW: No GMtR: Excellent, we can get you a flight, wait? No? LJB: Ms. Fire, I hope you know what your refusal to cooperate could mean…. FW: Termination? No. Come on boys, you know damn well you cannot fire me because of my…….predicament. That would entail one hell of a lawsuit don’t you think? GMtR: Well, we really have no other choice, we are responsible should something happen…. LJB: There IS one other alternative I suppose <Bennett produces a piece of paper from his coat pocket and presents it to Firewoman> LJB: This is a complete waiver. If you sign this, you waive all responsibility by the OOWF and those employed by the OOWF should something happen. Really Fire, this is the only way we can do things. FW: I am not signing that………. GMtR: DAMMIT FW: ………I am not signing that UNLESS LJB: Unless what? FW: Unless you reinstate Lucky LJB: Reinstate him?!?!?! Forget it FW: Fine, then whatever happens is on your hands <Fire gets up and heads to toward the door> GMtR: BENNETT! LJB: WAIT! Wait just a second…….look, couldn’t we offer you something else? A bonus, vacation time, something like that? FW: No, I think I need Lucky’s around, he is a very sensitive person. Yeah, I want Lucky back, he will be a very comforting help during these……difficult times. <The three engage in a stare down, no one saying a word, finally Fire starts toward the door once again, finally Bennett breaks the silence> LJB: FINE! Ok, if you sign this, I will reinstate Lucky. FW: That sparkles with me <Fire walks over and signs the waiver on Rick’s desk and hands it to Bennett who gives it the quick once over> GMtR: Now, at some point soon, you will have to see the OOWF Medical Staff so they can, uhhh, confirm your condition FW: Fine, I will. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a title match to prepare for GMtR: Uh, yeah, about that FW: WHAT about that? GMtR: Well, given your…….condition, Attitude Adjuster refused to defend the title against you for fear of being responsible for possible injuries incurred during the match FW: Well, ok fine, you have the waiver, now just change it to a title match LJB: I am afraid we can’t do that either. The champion has a clause in his contract saying that in one instance per 90 days as champion he can invoke a clause that states he cannot be forced to defend his title with less than 24 hours notice. He knew we were trying to get you to sign the waiver which would absolve him of any responsibility, however, he also knew that we wouldn’t be able to get it until the beginning of the show. FW: So, because he doesn’t have 24 hour notice, that weasel gets out of defending the title against me? LJB: I am afraid so FW: That DOES NOT sparkle with me GMtR: We can, however, give you a non-title match. <Fire stews for a moment, then looks at Rick and Bennett> FW: I’ll take it <Fire storms out of the room> TYTAN vs. SPIN HANSEN – Tournament Royal Finals Tytan and Spin both make their way to the ring, testing the ropes and loosening up while the official announcements are made. Just before the referee is about to start the match, however, a figure in a black hood makes his way to the top of the ramp and just stands there. Both Tytan and Spin notice him, then give each other an odd look when they see each other nod to the mysterious man. The referee calls for the bell and this one is underway. The two big men slowly circle then lock up. It’s like two bulls in the center of the ring, both men push with everything they have, but neither budges an inch. Finally they break the lock up, and Spin hits the ropes and tries a shoulder block, but Tytan doesn’t move. Tytan then hits the ropes and tries a shoulder block of his own, but Spin drops to the mat and Tytan steps over him and rebounds off the opposite ropes. On the rebound Spin connects with a DROPKICK to Tytan’s face! Who knew the big man could fly? Tytan hits the mat, clearly more stunned than hurt, and Spin quickly gets to his feet and catches Tytan with a kick to the face that sends him to the mat. Spin pulls Tytan to a sitting position and gives him the Curt Hennig neck snap, then covers, but Tytan kicks out at one. Spin pulls Tytan up and shoves him into the corner and blisters him with chops, but Tytan fights back with forearms to the side of the head, it quickly breaks down into a slug fest and both men tumble between the ropes to the floor. On the outside, Spin gets to his feet first and waits for Tytan to get up, when he does, Spin charges for a spear, but Tytan side steps and Spin slams into the stairs shoulder and head first. Tytan pulls Spin up and we see Spin has a gash above his ear that is gushing blood down the side of his head. Tytan hammers Spin on the side of the head, messing up his equilibrium. Spin staggers a few steps and falls to one knee. Tytan grabs him and fires him back into the ring, climbs in afterward and drops an elbow across his chest and covers for a two count. Tytan pulls Spin up to his feet, and Spin is still a little woozy, overcompensating for his lack of balance with a couple of wild swings. Tytan grabs Spin and hauls him onto his shoulders and gives him an airplane spin, spinning for several seconds before drilling Spin with an F5! Spin is in trouble and grabs his head, he kind of looks like he might be sick. Tytan tries to get to his feet and cover, but the airplane spin has thrown his balance off as well. Tytan finally gets orientates and falls across Spin and gets the one, two, thre….NO! Spin rolls his shoulder just before the three count! Tytan looks a little frustrated, but quickly puts that aside and pulls Spin to his feet and scoops him up and slams him to the mat, then drops a fist between his eyes. Another cover gets another two count. Tytan pulls Spin to his feet and tries a whip to the ropes, but Spin reverses it and catches Tytan with a short clothesline that sends him staggering into the corner. Spin clears his head enough to charge, but Tytan was playing possum a bit and moves out of the way. Spin crashes into the corner and Tytan lifts him and sets him on the top rope and climbs up behind him and hits the CRASH AND BURN!! Spin is folded in half! Tytan lands awkwardly on his shoulder and neck as well, so it takes him a moment to crawl across the ring and hook the leg and cover, one, two, NO! Once again Spin kicks out! How the hell is he doing it? Both men remain down on the canvas, Spin uses the ropes to pull himself up, and he falls into the corner. Tytan gets up and charges into the corner, but Spin gets a boot up catching Tytan right in the jaw. Tytan staggers but does not go down. Spin grabs him and takes a few steps out of the corner, then falls backward, SNAKE EYES! Tytan’s head snaps off the top turnbuckle and he falls to the mat dazed. Spin covers, and gets a two count before Tytan reaches out and grabs the ropes. While Spin is getting to his feet, Tytan rolls out of the ring onto the apron. Spin bounds off the ropes and catches Tytan with a clothesline to the back of the head that sends him face first into the ring post, then to the floor. By the time the camera catches up with Tytan, we see that he has been split wide open. Spin climbs out of the ring and leaps off the apron landing right on Tytan and smashing him in the face with a double sledge! Tytan is stunned as Spin pulls him to his feet and rolls him under the bottom rope. Spin climbs to the top rope and waits for Tytan to struggle to his feet and leaps nearly decapitating Tytan with a clothesline. Spin covers, one, two, thre…NO! Now it is Spin’s turn to show some frustration. He pulls Tytan to his feet and sends him to the ropes and tries a belly to belly suplex on the rebound, but Tytan blocks it and repeatedly head butts Spin in the face forcing the break. Tytan staggers back a few steps and hits a SUPERKICK on Spin that sends him to the ropes. On the rebound, Tytan catches Spin and military presses him, but Spin wiggles free and lands behind Tytan and spins him around and scoops him up for the Hellevator, but Tytan slips over his shoulder, spins Spin around and buries a knee into his gut, then quickly hauls him up and hits the STEINER SCREWDRIVER! Tytan covers, hooking Spin’s leg HARD and just BARELY gets the three count! WINNER in 24:28 – Tytan – Spin Hansen gets a World Title shot tonight After the match, both men struggle to their feet and go nose to nose. The mysterious man in the black hood slowly makes his way to ring side. Both Spin and Tytan notice him and repeatedly look from him to one another. Then Tytan extends his hand and Spin gives it a shake, never taking his eyes off the man in the black hood. The man in the hood slowly walks to the back, and it is not until he disappears that Spin and Tytan leave the ring DEAD & BLITZ vs. CAPE TOWN CANNIBALS The Cape Town Cannibals enter the ring first. The warm up briefly and discuss strategy as Dead and Blitz make their way down the aisle. Dead and Blitz slide into the ring and the CTC attack. WWE stomps away at Blitz, while TNA goes after Dead. The CTC back their opponents into opposite corners and hit stereo Irish whips, but Blitz goes high with a flying forearm on TNA while Dead somersaults under him and rolls through into a clothesline on WWE. Dead pitches WWE out through the ropes and goes to his corner, allowing referee Angelo Barros to call for the bell. Blitz pulls TNA to his feet and pounds on him with punches and kicks, finishing with a Shining Wizard. TNA stumbles out of the corner and, before he can fall, Blitz grabs him and runs him face-first into his corner. Blitz tags Dead, then pins TNA’s arms back as Dead comes off the second turnbuckle with a chop to the head. TNA collapses, and Dead grabs his arms and hits the Curb stomp. He rolls TNA over and hooks the leg, but WWE breaks it up at two. Before WWE can retreat, Blitz levels him with a springboard dropkick. Blitz and dead sling WWE into the ropes and elevate him out to the floor with a tandem backdrop, then give TNA the same treatment and hit a Flapjack. Blitz sees WWE getting up and hits the ropes, diving to the outside and slamming WWE into the railing. Inside the ring, Dead lines TNA up as he gets to his feet. Dead Closes the Casket, and TNA slams back into the turnbuckles. Dead whips him across the ring, follows him in with a clothesline, and hits a second CTC as TNA stumbles out of the corner. TNA is out cold and Dead makes the cover. One…Two…Thr – WWE, having reversed a Blitz whip into the ring apron, dives into the ring and falls on Dead to break it up. WWE tries to mount some offence, but Dead brushes it off and takes WWE over with a snap suplex. Dead hits the ropes and drives an elbow into WWE’s throat, then rolls to his feet and sees Blitz in the corner. Dead tags Blitz and points to the unmoving TNA, then tosses WWE to the outside. Blitz climbs the turnbuckles nearest TNA and hits the Blitz Flip, hooking the leg for the three. WINNERS, in 7:43, Dead and Blitz. ERIC O’MAC vs. DAMON WRATH Time for more action here in the OOWF as we are set to see if Eric O’Mac’s path of rage will continue here in Norway. He’s got a tough test tonight though as he faces the returning Damon Wrath. Wrath is an accomplished guy on his own here in the OOWF as he is a former tag team champion with Seamus McNasty and now he’s looking to strike out on his own with this big match against Bennett’s own PHWF Heavyweight Champion, Eric O’Mac. A reflective light starts bouncing around the arena as “The Mirror” by Dream Theatre start and Damon Wrath comes barreling out from the back and storm down to the ring. He’s seen the pre-match attacks that Eric has been instigating so he knew how to avoid and he gets in the ring as Ice-T’s “The Tower” kicks in and the now ultraviolent Eric O’Mac makes his way to the ring. The fans are giving Eric the business, but he is pointedly ignoring them as he steps up onto the apron. Eric starts to step into the ring and knowing the recent history, but Damon Wrath and Angelo Barros are on the ball as Barros rings the bell starting the match and Damon kicks the middle rope and crotches Eric coming in. Damon takes Eric and pushes him out of the ring and down to the floor. He steps out onto the apron and dives off and hits Eric with a shoulder block taking em both down to the floor. Damon stays in the mount and starts tossing elbows at Eric who is trying to cover up and struggle free. Eric writhes until he gets into a guard position and uses his lower body strength to flip Wrath over his head and he scrambles back to his feet. He gets back in the ring and awaits Wrath and once Damon gets back in the ring we have a back-and-forth encounter going on. Hip toss here, arm drag there, flying head scissors over there, and tilt-a-whirl backbreaker over here and Eric is having a much tougher time here than he has in recent weeks. Eric looks to go for the kill though and tries to get Wrath up for The Smackdown, but DW still has too much fight left and he reverses into a nice downward spiral type move and he has EOM down. He gets down on the mat and makes the cover… 1… 2… Kick out! Damon almost had him there but he shouldn’t let up now and he doesn’t. DW picks Eric up, and fall away slam. Another cover and another 2 count for Wrath. Eric is getting much more of a fight then he expected here and he’s surviving on instinct here. Damon thinks he has Eric reeling and looks to be setting up for the finish. He drags Eric to his feet and short-arm clothesline, but he doesn’t let go and he drags Eric up again, another short-arm clothesline and again he doesn’t let go. DW drags Eric to his feet for the third time and this time it’s a full-fledged LARIATOOOO. Another cover… 1… 2… No, Eric gets his foot on the bottom rope at the very last second. Damon is getting frustrated and starts calling out to the crowd that he’s going to go for the F5. He waits for Eric to get to his feet and that might just be a little too much time, but Wrath gets him up on his shoulders. He goes for the move but he was too close to the ropes and EOM wraps his legs around them causing Damon to stumble and Eric is able to wriggle off the shoulders and he floats over DW and his an IMPLANT DDT. Eric stays on top of it and he picks DW up right near the corner and suplexes Damon Wrath right into the turnbuckles. That did not look good for DW. Eric capitalizes in this chance and drags Damon to the center of the ring and looks to try and distract the ref to go for the Brass Knuckle Shuffle but Barros is having none of it and it gives Damon enough time to reach up and grab Eric around the throat. EOM wasted too much time there and Damon has him where he wants him, but Eric is fighting back with two kicks to the stomach and then out of nowhere he changes position and gets Damon in the air… SMACKDOWN by Eric O’Mac and it looks like he’s had enough of this and he gets down and locks Damon Wrath into the CRIPPLER CROSSFACE and holy shit is he pulling back on it. Damon is fighting back as hard as he can and is trying to make his way to the ropes. Inch by inch and he’s getting closer and closer…almost there…just another inch…he’s just about got there…. NO, Eric rolls back and he flips Wrath back to the center of the ring. Eric has it locked in and Damon is still struggling. Eric pulls back harder…and DW just can’t do it anymore and he taps out to the CROSSFACE. Barros calls for the bell as the path of rage continues on here in the OOWF. Eric O’Mac picks up the win with the cross face, but he hasn’t let go yet. This match is over and Eric refuses to release the hold. We can hear him yelling… “You think you can fight me. You think you can take me. Fuck you Wrath, this is just a warning to you and the rest of the back. DO NOT FUCK WITH ME.” Eric still has the cross face locked in and Barros is trying to pull him off but Eric’s locked in like a clamp right now and refuses to let go. Angelo is trying harder and harder to pry Eric off and finally he’s had enough and starts counting… 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… Barros looks down and sees that Eric still refuses to let go and he calls for help from the back as he tells the bell to be rung again. He makes his way over to the ring announcer and seems to be saying something… As a result of a reverse decision… WINNER in 11:43 is Damon Wrath… But the bigger story is still that Eric refuses to let go…Finally enough security gets into the ring and they are able to pull Eric O’Mac off Damon Wrath. Eric just shrugs as he steps out onto the apron and he looks back to the ring to see Angelo Barros pointing to Damon Wrath and indicating he is the winner of the match and the last thing we see before we fade away for our next match is Eric’s last words on this… “Ask me if I give a fuck.” LUCIOS vs. TYSON KINCAID Kincaid and Lucios circle and Kincaid takes Lucios by surprise by hitting a double leg takedown! Kincaid rolls on top of Lucios (not THAT way) and starts punching Lucios in the head. Lucios, wise to cover up, rolls to his side and the referee stops Kincaid from doing anymore damage. Lucios gets to his feet while Kincaid is arguing with the referee and when the ref moves out of the way, Kincaid is met with a huge CLOTHESLINE! The crowd pops loud and Lucios grabs Kincaid by the hair, pulls him to his feet, and lifts him up in a bench press position! Kincaid, having scouted the move, slips out, lands on his feet behind Lucios, and chop blocks Lucios, taking him back down to the mat! Lucios howls as he grabs his knee and Kincaid, smelling blood, quickly locks Lucios into a Boston Crab! Lucios, though, still having strength in his leg, is able to use his leg strength to throw Kincaid off of him. Kincaid quickly goes back and throws some elbows at the back of Lucios' knees. Kincaid runs off the ropes and drops a big knee onto the back of Lucios' leg! Lucios is in trouble here as Kincaid completely takes Lucios out of his element and brings him down to ground! Kincaid attempts a second Boston Crab on Lucios, and Lucios is fighting it...but Kincaid has it locked in and they are in the middle of the ring! The referee is in Lucios' face, asking him if he's ready to give up, if he wants to give up the match, and Lucios shakes his head furiously and he tries to crawl to the ropes. He crawls and Kincaid tries to lock the Crab in more tightly....and Lucios, he is so close to the ropes...AND HE GRABS THEM! HE HAS THE ROPES LUCIOS HAS THE ROPES...WHY ISNT KINCAID LETTING GO??? The camera zooms out to show Blitz, distracting the ref and Kincaid keeps the Crab locked on! However, Phantos comes down and chases Blitz around the ring and backstage! However, the damage has been done, and Lucios is hurting...and Kincaid, who lets go of the hold when the ref tells him, goes for a quick cover.....1....................2.............and LUCIOS KICKS OUT! Kincaid gets up and immediately locks in a Figure Four Leg Lock! Lucios is fighting for his life! He lies down and the ref counts, 1........2....and Lucios sits back up, screaming in pain! Obviously, working in a singles match is taking its toll on the big man, as he has no one to turn to! After a good minute in the hold, Lucios starts to turn Kincaid over. Kincaid is fighting it....but Lucios reverses the Figure Four! Kincaid lets go of the hold and Lucios, with a noticeable limp, delivers a big right hand as Kincaid gets to his feet! And another big right hand! Kincaid goes down, get sup, and Lucios hammers Kincaid in the gut, picks him up, and delivers a power bomb! That's gotta be it! 1.......................2..............and Kincaid has his foot on the ropes! Lucios looks at the ref, waiting for the 3, and when none comes, Lucios lets go, gets to his feet, and picks Kincaid up, but Kincaid hooks Lucios by the leg and performs a dragon screw! Kincaid follows with a single leg crab lock! Lucios, very weak in the legs, tries to fight it, but it's locked in quickly....however Lucios is near the ropes and he is able to grab them after a few struggling moments. Kincaid REFUSES to let go of the hold, and the referee starts his 5 count. 1..........2.........3............4.....and Kincaid releases and starts fussing at the referee! When Kincaid turns around after a few choice words, Lucios rolls him up and the ref counts 1............2..........3!!!! LUCIOS STEALS ONE! Winner in 9:03.....LUCIOS!!!! DH MAGNUSSON vs. APOCALYPTIC EXISTENCE The two combatants lock up in the middle of the ring, both trying to figure each other out. Magnusson muscles AE into the corner but AE ducks behind Magnusson and locks his arms around Magnusson's waist. D.H. tries to break the hold but can't. So instead he backs AE into the opposite corner, slamming AE into the turnbuckle and forcing him to let go. D.H. grabs AE and whips him into the ropes. AE bounces off and Magnusson arm drags him to the mat. Both men quickly get back to their feet and lock up again. AE gets Magnusson in a side headlock but D.H. pushes AE off sending him bouncing into the ropes. AE bounces back as D.H. ducks trying to back body drop him but he's telegraphed it and AE stops and hits him with a neck breaker. Cover. One...Two...Magnusson kicks out. AE raises D.H. to his feet and throws a huge side elbow to Magnusson's face and then whips him into the ropes. AE goes for a clothesline but D.H. ducks it and delivers a clothesline of his own! D.H. pulls AE to his feet but AE catches him with an elbow to the gut. With D.H. doubled-over, AE grabs Magnusson by the head and starts to deliver a series of knees to his face. Magnusson stumbles back in pain as AE grabs him and whips him into the corner. AE charges in and at D.H. and connects with a big splash. Magnusson staggers out of the corner and AE grabs him for a belly-to-belly suplex, but D.H. fights his way out of it and somehow connects with a DDT! Cover. One...Two...Apocalyptic Existence kicks out. Both men get back to their feet and D.H. sends AE into the ropes one more time. Magnusson propels himself off of the opposite ropes and delivers a diving shoulder block to AE sending both men to the ground. D.H. gets up a second before AE and begins to hammer him with heavy right hands. AE begins to fight back and soon the two are brawling in the middle of the ring. Magnusson appears to have the upper hand and has AE reeling. Magnusson goes for one more big haymaker, but somehow AE ducks it. D.H. misses badly and AE locks his arms up for the Vertebreaker! This could be it! Magnusson refuses to gone down quietly, however, and wrestles his way free. He grabs AE for a Russian leg sweep! There it is! Dream Street! He's got the Dragon Sleeper locked in tight! Apocalyptic Existence has no choice but to tap out! WINNER in 7:34 - D.H. Magnusson POE & THE WORLDS GREATEST FAG TEAM vs. OUTBACK JACK, CONCRETE TG & SEAMUS MCNASTY Six man stare down at the bell and the crowd gets to buzzing. Who's gonna make the first move? ... And it's Hardcore! But OBJ blocks his right and and decks him! And we have a scrum that culminates with the good guys taking WGFT and Poe to the floor. The heels regroup and things settle down. Crete and Poe start things off proper, and Poe overpowers him. CTG slips away however and peppers Poe with lefts and rights in the corner, before bringing him back to the corner for a tag to Seamus. Some legal double teaming, and Poe scurries to his corner and tags in FFM. MacCappington tries to reason with Seamus, and that doesn't go well for FFM. Seamus pounds away, but FFM won't fall. Seamus charges, and MacCappington tries a flapjack, but Seamus plants him with a big DDT instead. OBJ in and they stomp the hell out of him, and Jack works FFM on the mat. Ryan flies in to break up an arm bar, but OBJ moves, and Hardcore takes out his partner instead. Back to the corner, and Crete tags back in. More legal double teaming, and we get a sequence of quick tags to keep FFM isolated. Seamus winds up tagging Crete back in, and when CTG goes to the ropes for a Hart Attack, Poe low bridges him, and Crete falls to the floor. Poe and Ryan kick the shit out of Crete while the ref gets Seamus, the illegal man, out of the ring. To the post goes Concrete, and Ryan sends him back in. FFM shakes the dust off and tags in Poe. Snake eyes and a hotshot put Crete down, and a guillotine catapult with the bottom rope sets up a tag to Ryan. Hardcore comes in with a somersault leg drop and wildly pounds away before tagging back to Poe. Poe works the shit out of CTG, then suckers OBJ in, and the diversion allows him to toss Crete over the top, where WGFT pound him on the floor. Seamus is around to break that up, and they toss CTG back in. Tag to FFM, and a second rope leg drop flattens Crete. OBJ breaks up the pin. Belly to back bomb, then a gorilla press... but Crete counters the gorilla press with a modified victory roll, but Hardcore is in with a well placed kick to Crete's nose, and CTG's busted open hardway. Tag to Ryan, and Ryan works on the nose, rubbing him into the mat Ricky Morton style. To the turnbuckle, and Poe tags in and crushes Crete face first into the corner with an avalanche. Poe with some words for Seamus, and that draws him in... and Poe sucker punches Crete with a stiff right hand right to the face. Concrete is bleeding everywhere by this point. CTG tries to wipe the blood away from his mouth, but Poe pops him again. A third try however is countered with a judo throw, but Poe grabs his leg when he dives for the tag, and Poe uses his size to reach his foot back and get a tag from MacCappington. FFM comes in with an elbow drop to stop any rally, but his German suplex try is unsuccessful, as Crete lands on his feet, but FFM clobbers him with a stiff clothesline to the face to take him down. Tag to Ryan, and Hardcore sends Crete to the corner. Ryan charges, but CTG gets a Jack Brisco rollup for two. Ryan grabs the leg to keep him from crawling away, but eats a mule kick instead... and HOT TAG OUTBACK JACK! OBJ hits everything that's tall, greasy, or gay - having to make a couple of trips to cover some of the bases. Cactus clothesline takes Poe to the floor, and Ryan takes an insanely high backdrop bump, going over the top and landing on Poe. BOOMERANG takes down FFM, but Poe breaks up the count. Seamus and OBJ try a spike piledriver, Poe slides back in to break that one up. Poe and Seamus have it out, and OBJ blindly whips FFM into them, knocking them both to the floor. Jack misses a charge and MacCappington gets a desperation big boot to take OBJ down and out to the floor. FFM is the last one standing... but forgets about Crete, who's covered in blood but has FFM lined up for the CEMENT MIXER~! One... two... but Ryan jumps in and nails the ref from behind to break up the count. Hardcore kicks Crete in the face and tosses him to the floor. Ryan to the top and lines up Seamus, but Seamus bails out and Hardcore goes thru the announce table. Seamus and Poe have it out again and everyone gets to their feet as MACCAPPINGTON COMES OFF THE TOP ROPE ONTO EVERYBODY! Holy shit. Crowd agrees. The ref begins a count, but says fuck it and just throws the match out instead. WINNER in 17:29: NO CONTEST MOOSEHEAD JACK vs. STANK – Hardcore Match We see the ring scattered with assorted weapons; barbed wire bats, stop signs, cookie sheets (COOKIE SHEETS!) trash cans (w/lids), tables, ladders, chairs, Bunny (no, not Bunny, but a stuffed bunny). Davis Hightower just chuckles to himself as he won’t have a whole lot to do in this one, most likely. Boos rain down from every corner of the arena as “Scarecrow” by Ministry fires up, and Moose Headjack…I mean, Moosehead Jack tells the crowd they’re number one on both hands as he makes his way into the ring; snickers at all the weapons, and slumps down in the corner. Stank’s music fires up and all those raucous boos turn to cheers. Stank doesn’t take his eyes off the ring for a second as he slides in. The two competitors glare at each other, and Hightower calls for the bell…WE’RE UNDERWAY! The two talk a little smack before they lock up. Stalemate on the lockup; and finally Moose is able work out of it into an ARMBAR~! Stank reverses into an Armbar of his own. Moose is able to reverse that into a hammerlock. Stank slaps his shoulder twice (as required by the Professional Wrestler’s Code of Conduct) and reverses into his OWN hammerlock. Before Moose slaps HIS shoulder twice, the crowd starts to boo. Moose manages to whip Stank off the ropes, avoiding any and all weapons, and catches him on the way back. Stank slips out and goes around for a waistlock. Moose thinks for a second and works a STANDING SWITCH into a waistlock of his own. The crowd’s booing becomes more apparent. Stank manages to get a step of leverage to his left, and locks on a HEADLOCK. Moose manages to slip his head out and hooks Stank’s other arm: BACKSLIDE~! 1, 2, NO! Stank manages to kick out. Stank mock claps Moose as the crowd continues to boo. They lock up again, and again it’s a stalemate, but Stank scoots around for a waistlock…SCHOOLBOY ROLLUP! 1, 2, NO! Moose just does kick out and the boos are deafening now. This ring is full of weapons, and none of them have been touched. Moose is FURIOUS that he almost got pinned and charges. Stank falls flat on his back…SUNSET FLIP! 1, 2, NO! Moose pops up furious but Stank hits an ARM DRAG into an ARMBAR into a SHORT ARM SCISSORS! The crowd has started to pelt the ring with garbage now, as they’re unhappy there’s no blood. Somehow Moose manages to reverse the Short Arm Scissors into a SINGLE LEG BOSTON CRAB! Stank grabs the ropes, and a shocked Hightower calls for the break. Moose simply pops up and takes a couple of steps backwards. This time, however, he at least LOOKS at the weapons around him. This crowd is absolutely livid at this magnificent display of chain-wresting. Lockup again, and Stank quickly works a side headlock. Moose shoves Stank off…VICTORY ROLL!! 1, 2, NO~! Stank wastes no time…MAJISTRAL CRADLE~! 1, 2, NO~! Moose tries a CRUCIFIX~! 1, 2, NO~! OKLAHOMA ROLL BY STANK~! 1, 2, NO~! The ring is now littered with trash along with the weapons. Stank works another ARMBAR, but Moose REVERSES into an ARMBAR of his own. He torques back into a hammerlock, and eventually Stank goes to his stomach. Moose then extends the hammerlock into a FIGURE 4 ARMBAR. Stank’s in trouble, but he rolls over and Moose’s shoulders are PINNED! He rolls over at 2. Stank is trying to get the crowd into it, but they only reason they’ve stopped throwing trash is because they’ve run out. Stank manages to get to a Vertical Base as Moose is forced to switch to an ARMBAR. Stank goes behind and locks in an ABDOMINAL STRETCH! The crowd continues to shit all over this; but suddenly stands and cheers! Concrete TG comes out on the ramp and appears to be making his way down to the ring! Stank and Moose are facing the wrong direction, so they apparently just think the crowd has a change of heart, so Moose starts to sell the Abdominal Stretch more. Meanwhile, Crete has grabbed a Barbed Wire Baseball Bat! Dramatically, he approaches the two from the side, and SWINGS~! Moose saw Crete out of the corner of his eye, and goes limp. Stank drops him, and simultaneously, while bending over, gets CRUSHED in the head with the BARBED WIRE BASEBALL BAT~! Stank dies (poor Stank). Moose can’t help but laugh uncontrollably as he knocks Crete SILLY~! With a Chair (Not CHAIR, just a Chair). Crete is dead (Poor Crete). Moose puts his feet on the ropes for shits and giggles as he pins Stank for the academic three count. WINNER in 14:56 by PINFALL…MOOSEHEAD JACK! DAVIN MORELAND vs. PHANTOS - #1 Contenders Match The lights in the arena go out, and HUGE White Pyro goes off. The sounds of a turntable scratching are heard, and the fans mark the fuck out for the Run DLP graphics on the Jumbotron. At the top of the ramp, Davin Moreland, Samantha Darling and Phantos (sans cape) all appear, raising each others’ arms. The three make their way (slowly) down the ramp as they talk to and slap hands with the fans. Phantos and Davin each start signing autographs for crissakes. Samantha is forced to be the party pooper and tell them both they’ve got a match. Both give her the “Aw Ma, do we have to?” look, which doesn’t really go over well; so they both roll into the ring, and raise each others’ arms, pointing at each other. Now it’s referee Angelo Barros who has to break up the love-fest; and this time, it doesn’t really go over well with the crowd. They settle down a bit, and Barros kind of looks at the two competitors, feeling a search is pretty unnecessary, and calls for the bell…WE’RE UNDERWAY! Both competitors hear the bell and walk slowly to the middle of the ring. They shake hands and hug (this is getting a little disgusting now with all the sweetness). Davin whispers something into Phantos’ ear hole, and Phantos nods, apparently indicating that he understands. They back off again, and Barros says something like “Can we get on with this already?” Both wrestlers look sheepish, and slowly go in for a lockup. Davin’s got a ridiculous power advantage here, and pretty quickly gets Phantos into the corner. Barros comes in for the break and gets a clean one without a count, as Davin just walks back to the middle of the ring. Phantos grins and walks over to the middle of the ring as well. As Davin goes in to lock up again, Phantos hits a SWEET Standing Dropkick right in Davin’s grill. Davin stumbles backward a couple of steps and rubs his jaw smiling. Phantos kinda shrugs at him, and Davin applauds and tries to get the crowd to join in. They do, and Phantos starts laughing. He’s not laughing much longer however as Davin hits a SWEET Standing Dropkick of his own, and that sends Phantos all the way to the ropes. Davin charges looking to clothesline Phantos out of the ring, but Phantos puts up the LOW BRIDGE. Davin looks like he‘s going to spill to the outside, but manages to Skin the Cat. With Phantos turned away from him; Davin grabs him under the arms, and hits a DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SPINNING POWERBOMB that finishes out on the floor; and THAT looked like it hurt. Phantos is hurting, and Davin is actually slow to get back on the attack, appearing to give Phantos a second to recover; as if he didn’t mean for that to hit so hard. Eventually, Davin does pull up Phantos, and hits a couple of European Uppercuts. Phantos looks glassy-eyed. Davin looks concerned, and rolls Phantos into the ring; and takes a second to gather his thoughts. Phantos, playing some SERIOUS possum, SPRINTS to his feet, and hits a SPRINGBOARD HURRICARANA, and Davin’s neck ends up on the barrier. Crowd goes batshit after that one. Phantos seems determined not to let up, and just starts to repeatedly kick Davin in the face. After 3 or 4 kicks, Davin grabs Phantos’ ankle, and DRAGON SCREWS him to the ground. Barros has started a count. Phantos is up first at 5, and seems to be favoring that knee. He rolls into the ring, and Barros continues the count (maybe he slows it a bit?) Barros’ count gets to 8, and Davin rolls in. Phantos greets him with STOMPS. Stompity-stomp stomp. And in case you didn’t get the point, more stomping. Phantos finishes up with a SWEET SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK, and rolls Davin over for a cover, which gets two; and Davin throws him off HARD; halfway across the ring. Phantos is a little shaken, but undeterred, and runs over, hitting a STANDING 360 LEGDROP, and covers again; that gets two. Phantos runs to the top turnbuckle, and hits a 450 SPLASH off the top. The cover gets 2. Phantos bounces off the near ropes, then the far ropes generating speed, and as he approaches the near ropes again, hits a SPRINGBOARD DOUBLE MOONSAULT, which is good enough for a “HO-LY SHIT!” chant from the crowd. It takes a second for Phantos to recover from that before he goes to cover, and as he bends down…INSIDE CRADLE! 1, 2, Thr…NO! Phantos just did get out of that. Davin still doesn’t get up though, so Phantos goes on the attack again and hits a SPRINGBOARD DOUBLE-KNEE DROP to Davin’s back, and dear God does that have to hurt. STANDING MOONSAULT from Phantos and he goes for the cover and gets a loooooooooooong 2. Phantos sits on Davin’s back and looks like he’s going for a Camel Clutch; but it’s actually a MILLION DOLLAR DREAM! I guess P-Dawg was paying attention last week. Davin is in BIG-TIME trouble, and is fading quickly, dealing with the Combo Submission. Phantos will have to name that for us in the future. It’s looking bleak for Davin, as a trickle of blood can now be seen running down his face, and he is fading quickly. So much so, that Barros has to check on Davin, and do the three-time-arm-lift thing. The first two times predictably get no response, and for a change, the crowd really thinks there’s a chance the third won’t either, and they’re on their feet in anticipation. The third time down though (obviously) Davin manages to get control of his arm, but doesn’t do the shaky arm thing because it’s so dumb. Davin tries to break Phantos’ grip; no dice. He tries to flip Phantos over by pulling on the back of his head; but he’s sitting too far back. Davin finally gets to a knee, and, having wedged his hand in Phantos’ arm, seems to be getting a little oxygen. Davin manages to get on both feet, and the crowd starts to go batshit. Phantos is holding the MILLION DOLLAR DREAM for all he’s worth, and Davin is still shaky and fading occasionally, but he finally solidifies himself on both feet, and goes RUNNING WITH PHANTOS ON HIS BACK! He bounces off the ropes! Russ: BAH GAWD! That’s a SPRINGBOARD SAMOAN DROP folks, and it damn near killed Phantos. Phantos is out! However, Davin, for all intents and purposes is out too; and he rolls out to the floor, where he’s met by Samantha Darling; who is saying…something to him. We can’t tell because the camera is blocked. Barros starts another count, and Davin finally rolls his way into the ring at 9. Davin is back in, and Phantos is back up. They look at each other a little differently than they did to start the match, and they both run at each other. Phantos hits the ol’ DROP TOE HOLD, and Davin bounces his head off the top rope. On the snapback, Phantos hits a HUGE NECKBREAKER. Phantos heads to the top rope…he’s signaling for the SUICIDE LEGDROP! He takes off, and DAVIN ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Crash and Burn from Phantos, but he’s not too shaken. He charges after Davin, but Davin SPEARS him out of his boots! Well, one boot, anyway, the other one is still on. Davin is really laboring to get to his feet as the winded Phantos puts his boot back on. They’re both up at the same time, and run at each other, but it’s Phantos first (as it’s been the whole match) with the HEADSCISSORS. Phantos tries to complete the Takeover part, but Davin just grabs Phantos and he’s got no leverage. What’s he gonna do? He goes for a CANADIAN DESTROYER and HITS but Phantos somehow ROLLS THROUGH! 1, 2, Thre….NO! NO! NO! Davin just did get his hand on the ropes! Both men are shaken, but get back to their feet. Phantos walks in, but gets a THUMB TO THE EYE for his troubles! The fuck? Why would Davin do that? Especially to Phantos? KICK-WHAM-REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER! That’s going to do it. 1, 2…PHANTOS GETS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES! SAMANTHA KNOCKS IT OFF BEFORE THE REF SEES IT! 3! WINNER in 18:22 by Pinfall…DAVIN MORELAND INSANE HOMELESS BUNNY vs. IHOP & THE AMNESIAC – OOWF Campeonas de Trios Title Match Kid Rock blares through the arena as IHOP makes their entrance. SYB and Skurge head to ringside with Miss Mantooth. Alice in Chains strikes up, and the Big Screen shows THE Amnesiac’s graphics package. No Amnesiac. SYB grabs the ring mic and yells for the “Monkey’s in the trick to start that song over again.” Again The Music strikes up. Again, no Amnesiac. Skurge yells at the ring announcer to do it again. He complies, and a third opening chorus blares out. No Amnesiac. The ring announcer shrugs and begins to introduce the Champions. Eminem blares out and Carl, Bunny, and Justin stand at the top of the ramp, belts held high overhead. Bunny has a mic and begins to break us off a little something something. One again Yo, it’s time to fight One side Bennett, The other side Rick The Battle goes on, night after night. One of these days…(THUD) From behind, THE Amnesiac appears, and wallops Bunny on the back of his skull with a baseball bat. Carl and Justin turn around and begin to chase Amnesiac, who dropped the bat and made a beeline for the ring. Carl and Justin slide in just behind him, and are met with a fury of stomps from IHOP before they can even get to their feet. Referee Mel Creech works to separate the men, and shortly order is restored. Bunny comes staggering to ringside, and Creech points at him to start the match. Justin screams at Mel “ARE YOU INSANE?” But the official’s decision has been made. Skurge greedily enters the ring and upon the bell sounding, charges in and spears Bunny off his feet. The former Rabbxt does a 360 flip and ends up in a corner half draped on the middle turnbuckle. Skurge grabs Bunny and whips him hard into the opposite corner. A sickening thud resonates over the stunned crowd as Bunny’s corpse flails to the mat. Skurge hoists Bunny up for a running power slam. A jumping leg drop nets him a near fall. How Bunny was able to move is incredulous. Razz: That kid’s got guts, I’ll give him that! Skurge reaches out and tags in SYB. SYB pulls Bunny to his feet and delivers a belly to back suplex. SYB locks in a devastating chin lock. He drags Bunny over into enemy territory. Amnesiac and Skurge both prop their boots on the turnbuckle. SYB grabs Bunny by the head and prepares to send him headfirst into the boots. As SYB rares back, Bunny ducks, and SYB ends up ripping the head off of the Bunny suit! SYB staggers into the corner and turns around, only to be met with a dropkick that bumps him into Skurge. Bunny crawls over and makes to hot tag to Justin Sane. San comes in and floors all three challengers, who attack dumb ninja style. SYB gets up first and gets a leg lariat. Skurge and Amnesiac take a powder and regroup on the arena floor. Carl runs around, does the Jeff hardy running leap off the barrier onto the two men. Carl pops up and gives the crowd a “YEAH BABY” that draws SYB’s attention. Justin from behind grabs SYB by the hair and tights and hurls him over the tope rope into Carl’s awaiting arms. Fall Away Slam into the Micronesian Announce Table! SYB moans and writhes in the debris. Creech corrals the Champions in the ring and begins a slow, drawn out 10 count. Skurge and Amnesiac recover and drag SYB back to the ring apron and roll him inside at 8. Justin awaits, and hits SYB with a leg drop. Carl gets the tag in and drops an elbow on SYB. Mr. from Fresno tries for another, and SYB is able to roll out of the way and tag in Amnesiac. The masked man charges in and catches Carl with a flying forearm. Back drop. Deep arm drag. Carl powers up from the arm bar and Amnesiac hits a leg sweep and Carl hits the mat. Majistral Cradle for a 2 count. Carl pops up and catches a right hand from Amnesiac. Tag to Skurge. Skurge hits a Russian Leg Sweep and nails an elbow. Carl gets yanked to his feet and promptly judo-chopped to his knees. Skurge hits a face-first pile driver. He covers and Justin races in to break up the fall. SYB races across the ring and nails Bunny (who has since recovered his head and put it on straight). SYB and Bunny tumble to the outside and begins to pound away on each other. Skurge hoists Carl up in a Double-Chicken Wing and Carl seems ready to submit. Justin climbs the turnbuckles and poises, ready to leap onto Skurge. Skurge sees him and tosses Carl to the mat, and motions to Justin to “BRING IT ON” Justin points at him, stands tall on the turnbuckle, and suddenly moonasults onto SYB and Bunny on the floor. Russ: THAT’S INSANE!!! Bunny hops onto the ring apron and motions for a tag in. Carl crawls between Skurge’s legs and Bunny gets the hot tag. Dropkick. Springboard moonsault. Amnesiac runs in and eats flying burrito. Bunny fires up, pausing to adjust his loose costume mask. All 3 challengers have gathered on the floor to regroup. Carl is on his feet, Justin joins them in the ring and it’s TRIPLE PLANCHAS OVER THE ROPES! All six men hit the arena floor. Bunny is up and drags Amnesiac into the ring. He nails a bulldog and goes to the top. Skurge pushes him to the mat, causing Justin and Carl to rush in the ring together, drawing the wrath of Mel Creech. Amnesiac dropkicks Bunny, who lands in 619 position. Amnesiac grabs the bunny mask and jerks it quickly, turning the mask 90 degrees on Bunny’s head and obscuring his vision. Carl and Justin continue to argue violently with Creech. Amnesiac whips Bunny into the ropes, where Dorothy Mantooth cracks him in the head a second time with the baseball bat (how did that get there?) Amnesiac hits PURE AMNESIA! Skurge grabs Creech and drags him to the mat to count his cover, while Amnesiac and SYB cross up Carl and Justin. 1…2….3! WINNERS; in 14:27; and NEW CAMPEONAS DE TRIOS, IHOP & The Amnesiac! ATTITUDE ADJUSTER vs. FIREWOMAN – OOWF Onslaught Championship Match AA comes to the ring with a smirk on his face, pointing to the Onslaught title belt around his waist and waving his finger at Firewoman. You have to give it to AA, he may not be the best in the ring but he sure knows how to defend a title outside the squared circle. Firewoman charges at AA immediately, but AA makes sure the ref is between them. AA takes his time getting into the ring, berates the ref for his choice of attire and then hands the ref the belt. AA then motions Firewoman to bring it, but Firewoman decides she wants AA checked for foreign objects. AA goes ballistic at the suggestion that he’d be hiding anything and cites the Second Amendment as reason that he should not be searched. The ref isn’t buying into it, however, but does agree to check Firewoman first. She’s clean. But while the ref is checking Firewoman, it appears AA is removing things from his body. The ref catches him in middle of pulling a taped fork from his right boot. Now the ref gets serious about checking AA and finds, in no particular order, a lead pipe, brass knuckles, a chain, chloroform, a giant vibrator, hair removal cream, a tag team rope, a two-pack of Cinnabon rolls, a McCulloch chainsaw, a Las Vegas wedding, a Mexican divorce, a solid gold Kama Sutra coffee pot and a baby’s arm holding an apple. OK, now I think we’re ready to wrestle. They lock up in the middle of the ring, no one gets the advantage and they break. Lockup again, no advantage and a break. AA flexes his biceps; Firewoman returns the favor and it’s clear who’s got the bigger guns. And AA isn’t happy. AA motions for Firewoman to stand in the middle of the ring, and AA’s going for the Old School Shoulder Block Challenge (as seen on AWA Classic JUST LAST NIGHT!). As expected, AA can’t move Firewoman. AA tries again to no avail. AA motions for Firewoman to try, and AA bulks up in the middle of the ring. FW goes to the ropes, comes off and clobbers AA with a shoulder block that staggers him to the ropes, over the top rope and out to the floor. AA complains to anyone who would listen that he was off balance, and gets in an argument with a 10-year-old girl in the front row. That gives Firewoman the chance to attack from behind, and she tosses AA into the crowd. The 10-year-old girl starts punching AA, and gets some good shots in before security pulls her away. AA Flair Flops for the girl’s punches. FW climbs the ring barrier and gives AA some adult haymakers, each one sending AA staggering into a different set of fans. Eventually, AA falls into a guy with a beer. AA grabs the beer cup and tosses the beer into Firewoman’s eyes. That slows her down. So AA hit the—wait for it—the 5-Star Greco Roman Phalangeal to the Eye, then knees her in the gut and DDTs her to the floor. AA sits down in a nearby chair and rests for a second, only to be attacked from behind by the same 10-year-old girl. I think she’s got a sleeper on AA! Meanwhile, don’t we have a count from the ref? Oh, there he is. The ref’s in the ring, and he’s at TWO! Well, that’s good to know. AA snap mares the 10-year-old girl and kicks her in the ribs, which prompts another fan to throw beer at AA. AA finds some pretzels and throws those at the fan, and this things really getting out of control. Firewoman comes back from selling the DDT and forearms AA in the back, sending him staggering further into the crowd. AA gets back up against a barrier, and FW spears him right into the wall!! FW drags AA up by the hair—FIREDRIVER!! Hey, isn’t the 10-count close? Let’s see! The ref says…FOUR! Meanwhile, Firewoman drags AA back through the crowd, but AA’s smart enough not just to walk with her like other wrestlers do. He grabs a chair and waffles Firewoman with a chair swing to the face. Why hasn’t anyone thought of that before? AA falls to the ground to catch his breath--where he is again attacked by the 10-year-old girl! She’s got a tag team rope, and she’s choking AA! Does the OOWF sell those at the concession stand now? Yes? $1.50? That’s a pretty good deal. Can you get me two? I can tie them to the bed posts and … oh yeah, the wrestling match. Damn that Attention Deficit Disorder. By the way, the ref’s count is at FIVE! Firewoman back on the attack again, leaping off a chair and hitting the AJ Styles Flying Forearm. She drags AA back to the ring area, smashes his head into the Chinese Announce Table (where all announcers are certified to be at least 16 years old, even those they look 12). AA somehow flops onto the table on his back, so Firewoman grabs a ladder from underneath the ring. Firewoman sets up the ladder, climbs the ladder, appeals to the crowd from on top of the ladder. (BTW, the ref is at EIGHT!) FIRESPLASH! (Does she even do a Firesplash? Whatever. You get the idea. She pretty much pancaked AA on the announce table.) AA’s dead; FW’s doing her best Rob Van Dam fish floppy impression, and the Chinese Announce Table is toast. FW crawls toward the ring, and the ref just reached NINE! FW uses the “Best of OOWF, Volume 23: The Edge of Felonies” ring banner to pull herself up, and rolls into the ring just moments before the ref calls TEN! Ring the bell!!! YOUR WINNER in 12:57, by count out, Firewoman! Firewoman celebrates in the ring, and does the “I want the belt” motion to AA. AA’s revived now that the bell is rung, grabs his belt and backs his way up the entry ramp, clutching his belt as if it’s his last possession. AA then regains his senses and motions that the belt’s still his and that Firewoman will never get it. For good measure, AA points to the 10-year-old girl and calls for security to escort her from the arena. ALEXANDER DARLING vs. CHRIS COLE – OOWF Intercontinental Title Match Keeping with REAL wrestling etiquette, the challenger is announced first. "Master Of Puppets" blasts across the arena, and out on the ramp we find... Nothing. Cole’s introduction is made a second time, "Master of Puppets" comes alive a second time, and on the ramp... Still nothing. The ringside team is confused, the fans are looking around, and a few seem to have started a fight in one of the mid-level sections. Wait, those aren't fans, it's CHRIS COLE AND ALEXANDER DARLING! The champion and the challenger are brawling their way through the crowd! They're peppering each other with punches as OOWF staffers try to pull them apart and get them to the ring! Cole LEVELS 2 staffers with a pair of wild overhand rights! Darling launches first an elbow at a staffer that sends him sprawling, and then launches HIMSELF at Cole, sending both them tumbling over the guardrail to the floor seating below! Both men land in a pile, and Cole isn't moving! Darling rolls off, clutching at his already injured shoulder and SCREAMING~! Even from just this camera angle, it's very obvious that Darling has dislocated his shoulder. EMTs as well as Assistant commissioner Moreland are on the scene as Cole begins to finally stir, drawing a relieved collective exhale from the crowd. Darling is writhing on the ground, SCREAMING something at Moreland, who doesn't like whatever it is he is hearing. Cole shrugs off the EMTs, who are trying to tend to a very large and bloody gash on the back of his head, and begins to stumble to the ring! Moreland seems to be telling Darling "no" to something, which causes the champion to scream even more, before settling down and clutching at Moreland, whispering something to him. I have no idea what he told him, but Moreland apparently bought into it, as he waves off the EMTs who have shifted to tending to Darling and sits down beside him, grabbing his arm. Oh no, this makes me cringe just thinking about it... Darling lets out a bloodcurdling shriek that fills the arena as Moreland pops the shoulder back into place! Moreland, for his part, is showing more than a bit of concern as the EMTs are instructed to tape Darlings arm to his chest, and with tears of pain in his eyes, Darling is headed for the ring!~ Referee Davis Hightower looks to Moreland uncertainly as Darling struggles to get the belt off, and Moreland simply gives him a nod before heading to the back. Hightower shows the title to Cole, who may or may not see it, the bell rings, and we're underway! The two circle each other warily, with Darling landing a few low leg kicks before Cole slips in and buries a knee into Darling's midsection, doubling him over. Cole's follow-up forearm misses as Darling spins away, protecting the shoulder. The bloodied Cole smiles like a shark and backs the wounded Darling into a corner, but can't capitalize as Darling slips out when Cole launches a kick, and delivers a quick basement dropkick to the back of Cole's knees! Cole's head lands hard on the second turnbuckle, and Darling is already back on his feet, leaping up for a sickening second dropkick that buries Cole face first into the middle turnbuckle! Cole is slumped in a heap in the corner, but Darling landing on the injured shoulder! Hightower starts his count, but Darling uses the ropes to get to his feet and grabs Cole by the hair, pulling him up... Mule kick by Cole! Hightower didn't see it, but Darling crumples to the mat as Cole snaps to, delivering a falling fist drop to Darling's shoulder! Darling screeches in pain as Cole gets back to his feet, tearing at the medical tape and wrapping it around Darling's throat. Hightower starts a count, and at 4 Cole is on feet yelling at him, while digging a heel into Darling's shoulder. Cole draws Darling up and grabs the injured shoulder, looking for a fujiwara as Darling quickly grabs the ropes. Instead of a break Coles fires him off, following him into the ropes and burying another knee into Darling's midsection. Arm wringer by Cole, and even a simple move like that could spell bad news for Darling. A second twist takes Darling down to a knee, and Cole grinds a shin against the upper arm, earning a few more screams from Darling as Hightower slides in to check on him. Darling shakes him off and struggles to his feet as Cole wrenches down on the arm again. Darling pulls a drop toe hold out of nowhere and rolls through, burying an axe kick into the back of Cole's head! Darling scoots back into the corner and pulls himself up, as the fans start to rally behind him. Cole back to his feet and charging hard into the corner, NOBODY HOME as Darling kicks up and floats over rolling into a sunset flip! 1... 2... Kick out by Cole, who leaves a puddle of blood behind as he hauls himself to his feet as charges Darling, who hits him with a high angle hip toss! Cole springs to his feet, only to be met by a bicycle kick for Darling! Darling is getting fired up as he drills Cole with a standing side kick that sends him flying into the turnbuckles! Darling takes a run, leaps at Cole, monkey flip out of...NO! Cole hooks the ropes and Darling crashes to mat! Cole back on the offensive, and there's nothing pretty about it as he begins kicking away at Darling's shoulder and head! Pickup by Cole, hard whip into the turnbuckle, and a thundering German suplex on the rebound! Cole's got the bridge: 1... 2... Darling rolls a shoulder and 2 and a half, before getting shot back into the ropes by Cole, who drills him with a high knee to the back before picking him up and signaling to the crowd...Cole with the pickup, HEADLI- No! Darling with a twisting float over, he's got Cole's head hooked, and he let's out an agonizing scream as he wrenches up...LIFTING INVERTED DDT! Cole may be dead as Darling slumps across him: 1... 2... 3! Darling defies the odds and gets the win! As the bell sounds, the ring floods with medical personnel who begin looking to both men. WINNER via PINFALL at 14:28 and STILL OOWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION: ALEXANDER DARLING!
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OOWF Judgment Eve III PPV
Live! From Qeqetarsauq, Greenland (due to circumstances beyond my control – at least mostly I think – the original ppv was lost, with only half a match to write, sending me into a level of pissed off that I haven’t been to since December 2006. The only things that could be redone are the Stank-Davin match, thanks to Tommy, and the Maury Reveal, thanks to Fire and Sop. So since I could not fire off 9 matches in less than 24 hours and have them be anything even remotely close to worth your time to read it, we are going to do OOWF Damage Control: Pay Per View Edition, unless that gets lost too) Russ: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to OOWF Judgment Eve III Live From Qeqetarsaug Greenland! As always joining me are Nash Nash: Yo Russ: And former ECW world champion, Razz Razz: Good to be here in Qeqetarsaug Nash: Before today you had never even HEARD of Qeqetarsaug Razz: What’s your point? Russ: Folks, this is a very special OOWF pay per view. Due to some unforeseen technical and contractual difficulties, the majority of the video footage from the show can not be shown right now. This show will be very similar to the Damage Control shows from a few years ago. Razz: Hey, it’s a nice change of pace for us, that’s for sure Nash: This doesn’t have anything to do with what happened in the hotel room last night with the midgets and the horse does it? Razz: There are midgets in Greenland? Nash: You’re here aren’t you? Razz: Fuck you Russ: If we can get things started, the show opened with Davin Moreland facing Stank for the number one contender spot. I have to say I have not been particularly fond of the new attitude Davin has developed over the last few months. What he did to Phantos was questionable at best Nash: Russ, you have to do whatever it takes when you are fighting to get a word title shot, if that means power bombing your grandma through a table, then that is what you do. Razz: Normally I would agree with you, and I think that strategy has worked well so far for Davin, but that is not going to fly with Stank. Stank will not be intimidated, and he will not be distracted for this match, despite what has been going on. Russ: Well if he has any hopes of winning this match, he better put this situation behind him. Let’s head to the tape to see how this one plays out. DAVIN MORELAND vs. STANK - #1 Contenders Match Nonpoint’s “Skin” fires up with a whole bunch of pyro as the Former World Champion Stank makes his way down the ramp to thunderous applause. He climbs in the ring and bounces off the ropes a few times. “Pull Me Under” starts up along with more pyro; and Davin Moreland makes his way down the ramp. He doesn’t acknowledge the fans, and his ovation is loud, but not AS loud as it normally is; and Davin seems to notice. He does his customary double jump into the ring, and nods to referee Angelo Barros. Barros checks on Stank who nods as well, and Barros calls for the bell…WE’RE UNDERWAY! Stank offers a fist bump to start the festivities, but Davin looks at him like he’s crazy, which kind of pisses Stank off. They lock up, and Stank quickly works an Arm bar into a Hammerlock. We’re doing THIS again? The crowd already starts to shit on it as Davin does the two shoulder slaps (clearly), before reversing into his own Hammerlock. More shitting on it from the crowd. Stank slaps his shoulder twice as well, and looks to reverse it into his own. But Davin, instead of playing nice, spins around with Stank in the opposite direction, and hits a SWEET Belly-to-Belly-Suplex, and the crowd are fans of that. Davin decides not to catch his breath after heaving the big guy, so he goes into some quality STOMPING offense, with the stomps and the stompity-stomps, and the stompity-stompity stomps. For Randy Orton this is a finisher, but for Davin, this only gets a long one count. Davin pulls Stank up, but Stank gets a surge of energy and TOSSES Davin into the corner! Stank hits three or four shoulder blocks before just WHALING away on Davin’s face. Haymakers, lefts and rights are landing from all directions until Davin slumps down in the corner. Stank starts to kick Davin’s head repeatedly before Barros has to physically get in the way and shove Stank back. Stank is clearly shown as saying “YOU WANNA PLAY, DAVIN?” as he’s getting shoved away. As Davin is pulling himself up by the ropes, Stank rumbles over to Davin, and pulls him up…ONE Power bomb…TWO power bombs…STANKBOMB! Instead of covering, Stank throws Davin into the corner again, and runs the ropes…STANKONIA 2.0! The cover gets a LONG 2-count, as Davin just does get a shoulder up, so much so that Stank starts yapping at Barros. This gives Davin time to pull himself up again, but Stank sees it coming and SPEARS him out of his shoes! Stank motions to the crowd, most of whom are does shitting on him (some are not), and hefts Davin onto his shoulders…He’s looking for the STANK-U! He gets Davin up, but on the way down, Davin REVERSES into a TOR-NA-DO DDT! Both men are down, and Barros starts a count. Stank is up first at 6, and he is still trying to shake out the cobwebs. He’s able to get to Davin however and pull him up. He tries to WHIP Davin to the ropes, but Davin holds on and whips Stank in the opposite direction…RIGHT INTO ANGELO BARROS! REF BUMP!~!~!!!! Stank hesitates for a second and looks like he might even check on Barros, but he never gets the chance, because Davin LEAPFROGS Stank and Stun-Guns him right on the top rope. Davin lands cleanly on the outside, and doesn’t slow down as he hits a SLINGSHOT DROPKICK on the staggering Stank. The big man staggers back more. HEADSCISSORS TAKEOVER, and Stank hits the floor. SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT connects. Davin notes that Barros is still out, so he locks on a SHARPSHOOTER! Stank slowly crawls across the ring screaming in pain the whole way, until he finally gets the ropes. There’s no ref however, so Davin seems to have no intention of letting go, even after Stank says “DAMMIT DAVIN, I HAVE THE ROPES!” Stank is trying ANYTHING to get out of the hold, twisting, turning, climbing up the ropes, anything. Three full minutes have passed until FINALLY Stank starts tapping. Davin doesn’t stop. Stank taps some more. Davin doesn’t stop. Stank says “I GIVE, STOP!” Davin doesn’t stop. Finally Stank’s cries of pain stop and eventually he passes out. Almost as if Davin can feel it happen, he finally let’s go of the hold, to a very mixed reaction. Davin goes to check on Barros, and sees that there’s still no movement (because recovering from a ref bump can take a long time). He grins and goes back over to the motionless Stank. He picks Stank up with a Dead Lift, and PRESS SLAMS him over the top rope to the floor! Davin’s out quickly, and makes a beeline for the Ring bell. He’s got it, and repeatedly rams it into Stank’s head, eventually hitting a gusher. Satisfied with the blood apparently, he just guns the bell down at Stank’s head, and grabs two STEEL CHAIRS (not CHAIR though)! He places one under the right (the knee that Davin just torqued for five minutes) knee, and holds the other up. Russ: BAH GAWD…THIS IS REPREHENSIBLE! THERE’S NO NEED FOR THIS! THAT’S ENOUGH! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! Repeated shots over and over and over on the knee braced by the chair underneath it. Russ: BAH GAWD…HE’S GONNA END HIS CAREER! More shots and more shots and even more shots, at least fifteen in all until Davin’s satisfied and SLAMS the chair on Stank’s head. Russ: Oh no…DAVIN? HAVEN’T YOU DONE ENOUGH? Clearly, it’s time for housecleaning on the Nunavutian Announce Table, and Davin is accommodating. Finally satisfied, he’s got the Corpse Formerly Known As Stank, picks him up and hits an ELEVATED DIAMOND CUTTER THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE! Both men are down and CONCRETE TG comes down the ramp to a HUGE OVATION with a Chair (not CHAIR, just the regular kind), and goes flying to the pile of humanity. Russ: Thank GOD SOMEONE CAME DOWN HERE! Crete finally gets down and holds the Chair back, and gets SPEARED into the STEEL POST by Davin! The crowd REALLY doesn’t like this much at all. However, Davin didn’t account for a bloody, beaten up Stank showing the Heart of a Champion and STANK-U-ing Davin on the floor. Everyone is down, except for Barros who is moving. So is Crete, and so is Davin. Crete’s up first, and sees Davin moving. He lines up and tries to wipe out Davin once and for all, but DAVIN DUCKS! And Crete DESTROYS STANK WITH A CHAIR SHOT! Poor Crete. Crete goes to attend to Citizen Stank, but ignores Davin, who just NAILS Crete with a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER! Barros is finally ambulatory, and starts a count. Davin shoves the lifeless Stank into the ring, and follows him in at 7. Davin lifts Stank onto his shoulder, and climbs up to the top turnbuckle…ELEVATED DIAMOND CUTTER! This one is over! Davin does a “C’Mon Baby” cover for the three count WINNER in 26:17 by PINFALL…DAVIN MORELAND! Davin Moreland is the #1 Contender to the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship. Russ: There was just no reason for Davin Moreland to do some of the things he did during that match Nash: Sure there were Russ, it’s the world title, you do everything you can, and then some if that’s what it takes to win. Razz: Yeah I have to agree there, you do what you have to when it comes to the title. Russ: No. There is more than the world title. That son of a bitch Davin went out of his way to injure Stank, and why? I’ll tell you why, Davin Moreland is a damn COWARD! Razz: Wow, strong words there Russ Nash: Yeah I have to say I am pretty shocked by this. Russ: Stank is Davin’s teammate on Team Rick. There is more to this than the world title. Davin is JEALOUS, that’s right, I said it, he is JEALOUS of Stank, always has been. Nash: Those are some strong words there Russ Russ: It is my sincere opinion. If it were not for this war, Davin Moreland would show his true colors Razz: Well, before we end up with Davin Moreland here on the set, maybe we should move on to our next match? Russ: Fine. Our next match is Poe picking up a win against ZK DeBeers Nash: Poe is a very interesting character, he is like one of those men that just waits in the wings biding his time, but when that time is right, he strikes Razz: Yeah, you don’t think much of him, like tonight, it was pretty routine destruction of DeBeers, who is in quite a funk here lately, but at any given moment, he will strike, and whoever he strikes at, will not be happy Russ: Well you know damn well who he is going to strike at, he has some SERIOUS unfinished business with Alexander Darling Nash: Yeah, the boy wonder will not be liking life when Poe decides he is tired of waiting. Russ: I do find one thing odd, why would Tytan choose Poe to be in the cage? Razz: Easy Russ, he is as neutral as they come. He doesn’t really like anyone, so he is not going to be swayed by the sides in this war. SPIN HANSEN vs. TYSON KINCAID vs. APOCALYPTIC EXISTENCE vs. DAMON WRATH – Gauntlet Match Russ: Spin Hansen got the win here, and this really had to improve his chances of a title shot. But it was more than that, this was also a bit of a coming out party for Tyson Kincaid. Razz: Well Kincaid started things off with Apocalyptic Existence and got the win there, then took on a very game Damon Wrath to move into the final part of the match against Spin Hansen, but couldn’t quite get it done. Nash: Gauntlet matches are tough to win, especially if you are one of the first into the ring. Kincaid should be able to use this as something to build on however. Russ: One odd thing during this match, during the finals, when Kincaid was facing Spin Hansen, there were two people who came out at the top of the ramp. The first was the mysterious man in the black hood that we have seen making appearances during Tytan and Poe’s matches recently, any idea what is up with that? Nash: Not a clue Razz: Yeah I have my suspicions on who it could possibly be, but I have no idea what his motives are. Russ: The second person that was an even bigger surprise to me, was when Firewoman came to the top of the ramp to watch the action. Razz: Well, I have to think that she was doing a little bit of scouting, both Tyson and Spin are legit contenders to the Onslaught title that she wants back from AA in the worst way imaginable Nash: Well, lets not forget that Fire and Kincaid DO have a bit of a history there, so maybe it was as simple as her watching an old friends match. Russ: Nash you know damn well that the simple answer is never the correct answer in the OOWF. DH MAGNUSSON vs. SEAMUS MCNASTY Russ: Folks this one was just a good old fashioned fight, and Magnusson continues his climb up the ranks with a win over a very determined Seamus McNasty Razz: You know, in all seriousness, I thought both men were dead when Magnusson hit that belly to back suplex off the apron and through the table. Nash: Ahh yes, the old belly to back suplex off the apron and through the table, I first used that move in 1972 against Killer Kowalski – rest in peace my friend – at the old Boston Garden. Razz: And tore your quad Nash: How did you know? Razz: Lucky guess I guess Russ: Magnusson appears to be in line for SOME sort of title shot, wouldn’t you agree? Razz: Sure, I mean, you know he would like to get at Attitude Adjuster, but right now Fire is taking her shots, LD Williams is a fighting champion who would likely love to face the challenge that is Magnusson, and that leaves….. Razz: Alexander Darling and that Intercontinental title. Russ: I can’t really see Darling jumping at the chance to face his stablemate for the title. It seems like there is enough dissention in the ranks right now without Magnusson chasing the IC title as well. Nash: Hey, that’s how it goes when you are the champion. You can’t refuse to face some one in the name of team unity Russ: Well if he does go after it, I am sure he will do it with far more class than Davin Moreland has displayed recently Nash: Damn Russ, did he kick your dog too? ERIC O’MAC & MOOSEHEAD JACK vs. CONCRETE TG & OUTBACK JACK Nash: This was a WAR! This reminds me of my old nWo days when we would face guys like Sting and Luger, when he was a face and not with us, the hate between these four men, you can just FEEL it Russ: Well you know the history between Moose and Crete, those two do not like a single thing about one another, but I was surprised at the ferocity between Jack and Eric Razz: It really seemed like Jack and Crete picking up the win was completely secondary to just trying to inflict as much pain as possible on your opponent Russ: Yeah Crete and Jack won, but I really don’t think that that made one bit of difference to them. The rumors I have heard back stage is that Crete is looking for a match against Moose at the big four year anniversary show Razz: You would think that after all these years those two would have run out of ways to inflict pain on one another. Nash: I don’t think they will EVER run out of ways to hurt one another. Russ: I think Eric O’Mac and Outback Jack have both developed a reputation recently of being among the most violent men in OOWF history, it would seem that at some point, they are headed for a showdown as well. IHOP & THE AMNESIAC vs. INSANE HOMELESS BUNNY – Campeonas de Trios Championship Match Russ: The champions retain their titles, but not due to their own accord. The monstrous Fezzik somehow managed to get involved in the match and cost Insane Homeless Bunny a chance to head back to North America with the titles Nash: That Fezzik is HUGE! Who knew they grew them that big in Iceland! Razz: Seriously I sawr him in the back before the show and I literally came up to his waist! Nash: That wasn’t Fezzik, that was Lord Littlebrook Razz. Razz: You know, one of these days Nash, I am going to take one of these little elfin fists and jam it down your throat, pull out your spleen, then shove that up your ass, how would you like that? Nash: If you think you can do it……. Russ: Gentlemen, calm down. Let’s talk about the trios title, this is a new title here in the OOWF, but it is becoming one of the more hotly contested titles Razz: Hey, look, it gives some guys to win gold that might not normally have that chance. I mean look at the champs right now, IHOP kind of fell out of the tag team title race after losing the belts, but they managed to chase the Trios titles and they have once again claimed gold Nash: Hey anytime you can get gold around your waist, it is a good day. Russ: I am sure that Insane Homeless Bunny will get another shot at the belts, and I can only assume that Fezzik will not be making the trip with us back to North America, so the sides SHOULD be a little more even. ATTIDUDE ADJUSTER vs. FIREWOMAN – OOWF Onslaught Championship Match Russ: Attitude Adjuster retained his title, but that isn’t even the big story, that dastardly Attitude Adjuster was going to hit Firewoman, AGAIN, with a tennis racket! I never thought I would say these words, but thank God for Tyson Kincaid Nash: You know, I talk a lot about my past in this business, the things I have done, and the things I have seen. When I spent some time in WCW, I learned psychology from one of the best wrestlers in the business in Ric Flair. This whole thing is Attitude Adjuster’s way of getting into Firewoman’s head. Now, that said, there is a fine line between psychology and desperation, and I think Attitude Adjuster may be pushing up against that desperation line. Razz: I have to agree here, I mean, Attitude Adjuster is a world class athlete, and he is also one of the smartest men in wrestling. He managed to get into Fire’s head, and it cost her the Onslaught championship. Right now though, I think Fire is showing that she is not falling for Attitude Adjuster’s tricks anymore. She wants that title, and the fact that AA would stoop to using a tennis racket only shows the levels of desperation he is sinking to Russ: I think the bigger question about this match is, what was Tyson Kincaid doing there? Ostensibly, he and AA are on the same side in this war, why would he help Fire? Razz: Well we saw Fire come out earlier during Kincaid’s gauntlet match, we know they have a past history that neither seems to want to come completely clean about…… Nash: C’mon guys, just say it. There is speculation all over the back, and the wrestling world as a whole that Tyson Kincaid is the father of Firewoman’s baby. Russ: There is nothing confirmed about that, Nash, you know as well as anyone else the kind of rumors that get started in wrestling locker rooms Razz: But where there is smoke, there is generally fire Russ…. Russ: Well we no longer have to wait, next up is a segment revealing just who is the father of Firewoman’s child. Maury Comes to Greenland It’s just moments after an epic Onslaught Title Match between Attitude Adjuster and Firewoman. Beethoven’s 5th blasts over the sound system and out from the back steps one LJ Bennett and he has a microphone. LJ Bennett: Firewoman, enough is enough and you can stop your delaying. I told you we would find out who the father of your bastard child is. And we will find out right NOW!. The crowd starts an “Asshole” chant towards Bennett but it doesn’t seem to affect him much as Firewoman grabs a microphone from the ring announcer. Firewoman: Fine Bennett. I have no idea why you think this is your business or anyone else’s and why you feel like you need to get involved; but as usual you will get what you want. But we’re not going to do this your way, we’re going to do it mine. Alex, if you wouldn’t mind coming on out. The Maury Povich Show theme hits and Alexander Darling makes his way out onto the entrance ramp with D.H. Magnusson and looking none to pleased to be coming out with Darling is WWE Superstar, Chris Jericho. It looks like they’ve put aside their differences for the time being though as D.H. and Jericho, while both being on “The List” are also out here to support their friend and possibly more in Firewoman. All three guys give Bennett a look as they pass him and then they make it into the ring as D.H. and Alexander stare down Attitude Adjuster and Tyson Kincaid who have stayed in the ringside area. Bennett: Enough with the theatrics. Get on with it and tell us who the father is already or do you still not know because you’re such a … Chris Jericho: I’d watch your fucking mouth LJ. I don’t have a contract here and nothing is stopping me from coming out there and punching you right in the face like another bitch who got involved in something that didn’t concern her. Firewoman: Chris, don’t please. I can handle this. I appreciate you coming here, but just let me take care of everything. Alex, I guess you’re on now. Alex takes his usual perch on top of one of the turnbuckles as the OOWF stagehands start scrambling and bringing in A LOT of chairs and getting the ring prepared for the upcoming show. As they get closer to finishing up, one of the stagehands hands Darling a clipboard with a whole bunch of envelopes. Alex taps on the microphone a few times. Alexander Darling: Okay then. It doesn’t make me happy to be out here and doing this to someone I am really close with, but we’ve been backed into a corner and it’s probably better to get everything out in the open about this. Tyson, Alan, if you could step into the ring and take a seat and D.H. and Chris, you as well. The four men take seats as far away from one another as possible and all seem to be eyeing each other up and down and wondering if any of them could be the father, or even if they themselves could be. Alexander: Alright then, now there was a list posted and if I could have everyone who went to medical and submitted a blood sample to determine paternity come down to the ring and we can get this all sorted out. Generic OOWF Music hits and the first people we see step out from the back are Firewoman’s partners, yes ALL of them, in Run DEA…Phantos, Lucios, a bandaged and hobbling Davin Moreland, Justin Sane, Carl from Fresno, and Firewoman’s own personal valet Lucky. Following the members of Run DEA is Icelandic Bellboy Sven and OOWF resident hero, Concrete Takakon Gryfon. Behind them are Seamus and Poe with Selena. And then bringing up the rear is Eric O’Mac and Moosehead Jack. Everyone gets in the ring and they are all eyeing each other and the situation is really tense for the most part. Except, we see Lucky and Alexander conversing over something and then Alex hands over a plain white envelope to Lucky who just nods even though he has a weird look on his face. Alexander: It looks like we now have everyone we need in the ring. If we can all take a seat… A few people, especially Moose and Poe give Alexander looks of death but the reluctantly take a seat as well. Everyone except for Selena who slowly walks up to Firewoman and drops to her knees in front of her…hey, this is a family show…oh wait, she places her head on Firewoman’s stomach and starts rubbing it. Firewoman looks more than a little disturbed by this, but she steps back rather quickly and looks like she wants to kill Selena. Luckily Alexander jumps in rather quickly… Alexander: Poe…if you wouldn’t mind. Poe: Selena, my dear…come over here please. Selena: But her stomach, there is someone there and they said hello to me. I want one of my own. Poe smirks, Do you my goddess? In time…but for now, let us go through this charade and play their games. Selena: I love games. Selena jumps to her feet and bounces over to Poe and jumps up on his lap as he starts to stroke her hair…I said HAIR, people. Firewoman: Alex, someone is actually missing… Alexander: Another one…really Fire? Firewoman: Don’t make me kill you. But Larry if you wouldn’t mind traveling the extra 20 feet… Alexander: Actually Fire, that won’t be necessary. Firewoman: And why is that? Alexander: Well, because I happen to have one Lawrence Jay Bennett’s results right here and there’s not a chance he’s the father. Firewoman: Oh, is that so? Darling and Fire appear to have had something planned as this looks completely staged. Bennett: Don’t either one of you dare. Jericho: Bennett, I told you what would happen if you kept… Alexander: Chrissy, you will get your say in due time… Jericho: Hey assclown, don’t make me…. Firewoman: SHUT UP…both of you. Alexander and Chris both put their heads down and look ashamed for a moment. Firewoman: Alexander, you were saying… Alexander: Right, right…Well, Mr. Bennett, I can say with 100% certainty that you are not the father of Firewoman’s child. Firewoman: In fact, you will not be fathering anyone ever again. See, men your age Bennett sometimes have a problem in certain aspects of the bedroom. Alexander Fuck the niceties. You can’t get it up LJ. You’re an impotent old man in the bedroom. And soon here in the OOWF. Now get the fuck out of here. LJ Bennett is furious. He is glaring death at Darling who just nonchalantly stares back. Firewoman smiles somewhat evilly. Finally, after a tense few moments, Bennett turns back on his heel and storms to the back and we can hear Bennett muttering… Bennett: You want to embarrass me…you’ll see who’s impotent you arrogant brat. Alexander lets the situation settle down some before he takes another look at the clipboard and he seems to be contemplating which results he pulls out next. Firewoman tries to look over and Alexander turns away to keep her prying eyes off his little clipboard. Alexander: I think we should start with those closest to Fire during her time here in the OOWF. Specifically her allies within Run DEA; Davin Moreland, Phantos, Lucios, Carl from Fresno, Justin Sane and myself, Alexander Darling. The results are in and it’s time to find out if any of us are indeed the father of Firewoman’s child. Phantos: Alexander, as Team Captain, this is completely unnecessary. I have already admitted to being the baby daddy. If you can all just… Lucios: Phantos, we know you aren’t… Phantos: There’s a lot you don’t know about me. Lucios: I know, I know. Phantos: But really. I know I’m the daddy. I can feel it, so I want everyone to leave. Let me and Fire talk about things. Davin: See, Phantos is admitting it. So, umm, yea, I’m not the father so I’m-a gonna go now. Carl: Can I come? I really need a sammich. Justin: What is it with you and sammichs? And LADDER is always back there just hanging around. Don’t make me go there. Phantos: I know I’m the father. Lucios: Are not. Phantos: Am too. Lucious: Are not. Phantos: Am too. Lucios: Are too. Phantos: Am not…wait…man, that’s not nice Lucios. Davin is just about to step through the ropes and we see that Firewoman is getting more and more aggravated as she sees him about to leave, hears the argument between Lucios and Phantos and notices that even Justin and Carl are getting frustrated with one another. Firewoman: Enough…all of you. I can’t deal with placating all of you. This is difficult enough without you being an unfeeling jerl, Davin, and the rest of you making it more about you and what you want. So let’s just get this all over with, besides I bet you wanna know too, Alex. Alexander: They’re all sorry Fire. As I was saying; I have the results for each member of Run DEA in my hands so lets go through them. First, Carl we can confirm with certainty that you are NOT the father. Carl: Huh…didn’t you say I could get a cheese steak today if I came out here for this? Alexander: Sure, Justin…why don’t you take him since you are also NOT the father. Moving on, tag team division killers Lucios and Phantos, tests were run multiple times for you since we needed to be sure after Phantos’s confessions, but we can say with absolute, without a doubt, guaranteed certainty, that neither of you are the father. Phantos: HA…I told you all I was…wait, did you say wasn’t? Alexander: I’m sorry Phantos, but you are not. Phantos: First Jamie, now Li…Fire…why can’t I ever be the one they choose? Lucios: It’s okay buddy. They’re your friends, those are more important. Besides I think Emma’s been sitting quietly in the back waiting for you. Phantos: You think she might wanna… Lucious: There’s lots you don’t know about her… Phantos: Cute. Alexander: And that leaves us with two more members…Davin, I would give you your results next, but since you’ve been an inconsiderate prick recently, you can just sit there and keep waiting. Davin: Who the fuck do you think you are? Alexander: Right now, I’m the one who didn’t try to send an ally to the hospital tonight. So sit there and shut up for a change. Davin looks pissed as Lucios consoles Phantos as they head up the aisle way just a few steps behind Carl and Justin, as Justin makes sure that Carl doesn’t steal any of the kids in audience popcorns. Alexander: With regards to my own potential for the paternity of this child…before I open this, Firewoman…I promise I will support you no matter what this says… Alexander slowly opens the envelope with his name on it and he takes it out and slowly reads it over before he sighs and puts his head down. He hands the clipboard to Lucky… I am NOT the father. Alexander breaks into a dance that looks remarkably like this – Firewoman glares at him: As if I would ever let you touch me. Alexander: Sorry about that. I don’t know what came over me. Let’s move on now…Davin, you can keep waiting as we move onto four men that each have their own history with Firewoman. The extents of this history is mostly unknown, but today we will know if any of them have gotten biblical with her. Let’s move on to Concrete Gryfon, Seamus McNasty, Eric O’Mac, and Poe. If any of you would like to say something at this point, please do. Concrete: Citizen Fire, I think it is time we end this charade. You know my name is only on the list to be… Firewoman: Oh shut up you. Alex, read his damn results already so he can leave. Alexander: Sorry to tell ya stud…time to get out. You are NOT the father. I guess our restraining order is still in effect. Firewoman: Now please leave me alone Crete. Concrete: Certainly Citizen Fire…I would not want to add more stress to your delicate condition… Firewoman: GET OUT! OUT! OUT! Crete just nods as he steps out of the ring and up the ramp. Alexander eyes the remaining men with his eyes quickly passing over Poe until they land on Eric O’Mac. Alexander: So tell me something Eric, did all those yoga lessons Fire tried to give you while we were in DEA get to you? Become too much for you to handle? Are you the father of this child? Eric: I never watched nor took her stupid lessons. Hell, I wouldn’t touch her with Beast’s dick. From deep in the bowels of the arena we hear Kayfabe yell… NO RAPE! Firewoman: Are you still jealous that my Onslaught reign was better than yours? That I’ve been a real champion here more recently than you? Eric: Fuck you Fire. I am the PHWF World Heavyweight Champion. Davin: Looks like a pretty, pretty princess belt to me. Eric: Go fuck yourself Davin. Firewoman: Hey Eric…Yo sé todo acerca del Trueno en Puerto Rico. Eric starts to stare at Firewoman with a cold, dark look and we can see his rage starting to build. Alexander: Let’s everyone settle down. This is not good for you or the baby Fire. And Eric, clearly you have not used you own dick and if Alexis…anyway, you’re NOT the father of the child. Eric: Ask me if I fucking care. Eric throws down his microphone and he leaves with a really smug, condescending look back towards the ring. But hidden in that look we can tell he is still disturbed by something that Firewoman’s said to him. Again Alexander looks around the ring as he quickly moves past Poe once again before resting on Seamus McNasty. Alexander: Seamus McN… Seamus: You can stop right there Alex, my friend. My forklift of fun has not entered that garage in a long time. Once upon a… Selena: Master…it is still singing to me. I want that one. I feel connected to it. Firewoman: I swear Alex that if you don’t get her out of here… Alexander: Could you not stir that up right now…please, we’re dealing with enough as it is. Firewoman just glares more…alternating between Alexander, Seamus, and Selena at the moment. Alexander:Mr. McNasty, you are correct and off the hook. You can leave now as you are NOT the father of this unborn child. Seamus: Awesome! Now I can go to the pub to celebrate. Good day all! All of a sudden Poe starts to laugh at the proceedings in the ring. Alexander starts to lose his cool as he hears the laugh get louder and louder. Alexander: Poe is there anything… Poe: Remember who you are talking to boy. I was just finding this whole situation humorous. Firewoman: I’m glad you find this funny. Tell your girl to stop looking at me like that. Poe smirks, Poe: Selena, my dear, please do not vex Firewoman any further. She might get angry and that would certainly not be pleasant for anyone here, and I do mean anyone. Poe finishes with a pointed look at both Firewoman and Alexander. Alexander: Threaten me all you want you sick fuck. Go near her and I swear that what I’ve done to you in the past… Poe starts to stand up just as Alexander loosens his tie but before anything further could happen Firewoman and Selena seem to calm them down for the moment. Alexander: Poe…Firewoman was smart enough to stay away from you in Japan and it seems like her intelligence has carried over here and we can confirm that you are NOT the father. You may go now. Poe: I’ll go, but me and you have unfinished business boy. It will be finished soon. Namasdeh boy, namasdeh. With a nasty look as she says it towards Alexander but a bright smile towards Firewoman Selena: Nevermore. Everyone left in the ring takes a long deep breath while Poe and Selena make their exit. Alexander takes a moment to confer with Lucky and Firewoman and he nods. Alexander: Davin, we made you wait long enough. Go relax and remember who your friends are and how you treat them. Remember what is TRULY important. You’re NOT the father either. Davin gives a half-glare, but nods as he gingerly steps out of the ring and makes his way towards the back where he is met by Samantha Darling who helps him the rest of the way. Alexander looks interested for a moment before he looks back down at the clipboard. He does a double-take before walking to the ropes and looking down at the doctor who did the testing. Alexander: Are you sure this is who’s next? The doctor just nods and Alexander turns back to the ring. He looks over the gentlemen left before his eyes come to rest on Firewoman and he almost looks really sad at what he’s about to do. Tyson: Wait. I have something I need to say. Firewoman looks at Tyson Kincaid with eyes wide. Jericho is clearly annoyed with Tyson, and he tries to get Alex to cut him off, but Alex ignores Chris and motions for Tyson to go ahead. Tyson: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I am NOT the father of Firewoman’s child. That does not preclude me from feeling that I am involved in this whole mess though. Kincaid addresses Firewoman specifically, Everyone here knows that you and I have a history with one another. But what that history is will need to wait to another night. Probably Mayhem, if it doesn’t get erased by Microsoft. Now is not the time to burden you with anything more. I do hope you realize and appreciate what I’m doing for you by keeping silent. For tonight. It looks like Tyson has nothing else to say even as Attitude Adjuster and Moosehead Jack both begin to look for more answers while Firewoman continues to stay expressionless. Alexander starts where he left off before Tyson asked for some time to speak… Alexander: coughHOMOcough! Moving on, Christopher…we’ve never been friends. We probably never EVAR will be anything other than acquaintances, but there probably couldn’t have been a better choice to receive a positive result in this test. I know how much you care about her, but right now I regret to tell you, you’re NOT the father of Firewoman’s child. Jericho just nods and looks down for a moment before walking over and giving Firewoman a long hug before stepping to her side and grabbing her hand. It doesn’t look like he plans on leaving. Alexander: Okay, moving on to D.H. Magnusson— Firewoman: Stop. Please. There’s no need for any more blood tests, Maury. Alexander smirks. She sighs, and looks at Jericho, who nods as if to say “Go ahead, it’s fine.” D.H., you’ve been a great friend to me since the suspension, and I’ll never forget how great you’ve been. But, as you already know. It’s not you. D.H. nods, and pats Firewoman on the head, in a way that’s totally not patronizing at all. You see, there’s only two people on this stage with whom I’ve actually – well, ‘been with’ since joining OOWF. One, of course, is Jericho. The fans cheer, as Jericho waves. Firewoman: However, the timing is wrong, as this overseas trip has really cut into our togetherness time. D.H. Magnusson: Sven. I knew it. Firewoman: It’s not Sven. Moosehead Jack: Ha! That’s a lie. Firewoman: Sven is a wonderful guy, and very handsome. But all we did was hang out and drink. NOTHING HAPPENED. The crowd murmurs, as they thought they had this all worked out. Sven looks around and says something in Icelandic. From somewhere in the back, Davin yells “Gimmick infringement doesn’t sparkle with me!” Attitude Adjuster: I don’t believe that. Your reputation— Tyson: I think you need to not say another word about her reputation. Attitude Adjuster: Aaaaaah….now it’s starting to become clear. How overprotective you are, despite your pretty speech. I thought it was Darling at first, but now— Alexander: Hey, leave me out of this. Firewoman: If I may continue? The men shut up. The father of my child is…. She takes a deep breath and looks at each man before she continues. The crowd falls to a hush. Firewoman: The father of my child is….ATTITUDE ADJUSTER. The crowd is silent for a minute, and then erupts as everyone tries to make sense of it. The men in the ring are stunned, although Alex doesn't appear to be greatly surprised. But not nearly as stunned as the man just named! Attitude Adjuster: That is a DIRTY LIE! You lying sleazy whore — He barely gets the word out before D.H., Alexander, and Jericho start after him. Moose pulls him back. Moose appears impressed and amused at this turn of events. Moosehead Jack: I’d say you have some explaining to do Fire. Attitude Adjuster: I wouldn’t touch you with a tennis racket. Firewoman: If I recall correctly, you already did. And turns out, it wasn’t your tennis racket I had to watch out for. The crowd laughs. Attitude Adjuster: When do you claim this actually happened? Firewoman: It happened in Mianus. The crowd erupts with laughter, and the men in the ring try really hard not to laugh, but fail miserably. Firewoman looks at them for a minute, then realizes what she said. Oh alright, can we please grow up? Attitude … I guess I can call you Alan now. Alan, it happened after you lost a great deal of money at the casino and apparently spent the rest on whiskey. You came up to my room— Attitude Adjuster: I would never even think about coming to your room, you skank. God knows what kinds of diseases I would catch. D.H. Magnusson: I’m not warning you again. You watch your tone when talking to the mother of your child. Attitude Adjuster: It’s not mine!! Firewoman: I thought you might deny this, so I’ve prepared a little slide show of security photos. Truck monkeys, please? The OOWF-Tron fires up. A picture of Attitude Adjuster in the hallway of a hotel appears. Even though it’s a still photo, it’s obvious he’s been drinking, by the way he’s leaning against the wall as he walks. The next slide, shows him in front of a hotel door, leaning against it as he knocks. Attitude Adjuster: What? But…. I…. Firewoman: You pounded on the door, as you can see here, and kept slurring my name. I had to open the door, as you see in this next picture, so you’d stop disturbing the other guests. The next slide shows the door open, with a sleepy Firewoman wearing a short robe inside, trying to hold up an apparently collapsing Attitude Adjuster. Attitude Adjuster: That’s… But…. Firewoman: I tried to turn you down, I really did. But I just have a weakness for men .. well, for men in weakened conditions. They’re so compliant, they let me do anything I want. I’m afraid I just couldn’t resist your charms, Alan. Drunken and sloppy though they were. Attitude Adjuster: I…. You…. No, it didn’t happen… I mean, I thought the bruises were from falling down a stairwell or something… Firewoman: The pictures don’t lie, Alan. Chris Jericho: Okay, I’ve been quiet through this. Fire and I have a unique relationship, it’s true, but it’s time for you to step up and take some responsibility. If you don’t, I will be very unhappy with you. D.H. Magnusson: Count me in with that, Chris. Alexander: Strangely… me too. Attitude Adjuster: I refuse to believe it. I know I lost a bundle that night, and I…. I drank a lot….and I woke up in a room- Firewoman: That wasn’t yours? Attitude Adjuster: Yeah, it was room 105, and I was in room 207. Firewoman: Truck monkeys, show a close up on the door. They comply. It clearly shows Room 105. Attitude Adjuster is speechless, he’s clearly in a state of shock. Jericho gets up close to him. Chris Jericho Do the right thing. Seriously. Slowly people start to leave the ring. Firewoman is the last to leave, and turns and looks at Attitude Adjuster, as he’s still standing in the ring. They share a look for a moment. Firewoman hops down, assisted by DH Magnusson and Alexander Darling. She starts to walk up with them, but then turns back, and reaches under the ring for something. She pulls out a slightly charred tennis rack, looks at it and then at Attitude Adjuster with a blank expression, and tosses it into the ring. It lands at his feet. He looks at it, stunned, and then looks back up as the rest of the group disappears behind the curtain. Russ:…….. Razz:…….. Nash:…….. Russ: I…….I don’t know what to say, ATTITUDE ADJUSTER? Razz: I am speechless Nash: This is…….wow Russ: If WE are experiencing this much shock, what could possibly be going through Attitude Adjuster’s mind right now? Nash: He hit her in the stomach with the racket…….his own child….. Russ: I…….I just have no idea what else to say, let’s move on to our next match PHANTOS & LUCIOS vs. THE WORLDS GREATEST FAG TEAM vs. THE DEAD & BLITZ Russ: The champions retain…. Razz: Yeah, but, you know, not to take anything away from the champs, but a whole lot of it had to do with MacCappington and Hardcore’s inability to get along with Dead and Blitz. Nash: Yeah, this was a real wasted opportunity for Team Bennett, they had a chance to bring the tag team titles back into the fold, and they couldn’t get the job done Russ: We have seen infighting on both sides now, and I have to wonder something, so far this war has been kept going because of team unity on both sides, but I think it is clear to see that the unity that bound these two teams is starting to fall apart. What happens when that breaks down completely? Nash: When you lose unity on both sides, the war stops being a war as we know it. Once you lose the cohesiveness that kept both sides together, you bog down into anarchy, every man for himself Razz: And when that happens, then there really can’t be any winners, I mean, you have thirty plus people on this roster, you get them all looking out for their best interests, and it is anarchy. Russ: But wouldn’t the weakening resolve on either side lead to a speedier resolution? Nash: I am afraid it wouldn’t. Not sure if you noticed or not, but wrestlers are a stubborn bunch. Russ: Indeed they are. Let’s look at our next match of the evening. ALEXANDER DARLING vs. CHRIS COLE – OOWF Intercontinental Title Match Russ: Chris Cole could not solve Alexander Darling tonight, and he goes down to defeat after a butterfly pile driver. Nash: Darling won, and he got the clean win, but not without a price. That shoulder of his took a TON of damage tonight, he may not be the same. Razz: And you don’t realize how much you use your shoulder until it hurts and you can’t use it. This is going to be a serious problem for Darling in the future Nash: And he might as well have a bull’s-eye on that shoulder too, every opponent he faces knows he is not 100% and that shoulder will be the first thing they target. Russ: That appears to be the way it is going to work. Alexander Darling is nothing if not resilient though Razz: But at a certain point, if you are too injured to play, you are going to sit on the sidelines. Nash: Speaking of sitting on the sidelines, you see what I did there Russ? Russ: Yes, you set up the main event. Tytan faces LD Williams. Tytan had to survive a grueling series of matches to reach this point, but give him credit, he has made it. Nash: Ad he got to pick the stipulations in this match, and I have to say I am a little surprised by his decision, not so much the Hell in the Cell, but the fact that Tytan chose to have men INSIDE the cage with him. Razz: I think you have to wonder about Tytan, there is no question the man has the physical skills to win the title, but does he have the mental make up to win it? This is his first high profile match, on pay per view, against arguably the best wrestler in the OOWF today, it will be interesting to see if the situation overwhelms him. LD WILLIAMS vs. TYTAN – OOWF World Heavyweight Title Hell In The Cell Match – Stank, Davin Moreland, Poe and Moosehead Jack Special Enforcers Inside the Cage Russ: What an amazing match! Razz: Tytan has nothing to be ashamed of there, he fought the match of his life, but just came up a little short tonight Nash: It is certainly something to build off of for Tytan Russ: However, once again, Davin Moreland decided he needed it make it al about him. Was there ANY reason for him to hit LD Williams with the title after the match? Nash: Well, I think he was aiming for Tytan actually…. Russ: Please, we all know Davin’s aim is not that bad, he was doing this to send a message to LD Williams. It seems amazing to me that he could turn his back on Stank all for the sake of the title. Razz: Well, after what he did to Stank earlier today, and the shot he took at LD tonight, I think Davin may have a little bit of explaining to do. Russ: Folks we are completely out of time! Thank you for joining our abbreviated version of OOWF Judgment Eve III Pay Per View! For Razz and Nash, I’m Russ, join us again next time! Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action be sure to check out the OOWF Hell On Earth IV/4 Year Anniversary Show, Live September 28 from Dayton, Ohio! And don’t forget to catch next week’s OOWF Mid-Week Mayhem Live! September 3rd, from Burnside Harbor, Nunavut Canada! For all your OOWF shopping needs, check out www.cafepress.com/oowfshirts Join us for OOWF Chat on Wednesday nights!
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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From St. Catharines , Ontario Canada GODS & MONSTERS vs. CAPE TOWN CANNIBALS Angelo Barros is YOUR referee! WWE & TNA come down to the ring first, trying to look menacing, drawing mostly laughs from the fans. They look at each other dejectedly as they climb into the ring and pose for the crowd. "For Whom the Bell Tolls" starts up and Poe slowly walks out, glowering to the crowd from under the blood-soaked towel. He stops at the base of the ramp and glowers at CTC as he carefully removes the towel from his head. The Ultimo Inc ad plays, followed by "For the Love of God" by Steve Vai. Tytan rises slowly from under the entranceway. He's alone this time but walks up to Poe. (somewhere backstage, Kayfabe is restraining Firewoman - something about "Separate entrances"...) The two monsters are met by flying planchas from CTC but both are caught easily! Crowd oohs and aahs as Tytan shifts TNA into a gorilla press position before dropping him across the STEEL steps! Poe puts WWE on his shoulder and RAMS him into the ring post. The two giants leave WWE and TNA on the floor and enter the ring, Tytan removing his "Ultimo Inc" vest while Poe removes his duster. WWE is first to his feet and he slides into the ring. Poe gives WWE a look of disdain before nodding to Tytan. Tytan steps out of the ring and picks up the tag rope while Poe picks up WWE. The bell finally rings and WE ARE UNDERWAY. Poe starts by slinging WWE to a corner (where TNA should be but he hasn't gotten over there yet). WWE looks around groggily, wondering where his partner went. Poe methodically marches to the corner and starts throttling WWE. Barros starts the five count but a withering glare from Poe sends him scurrying out of the ring. Poe gathers WWE and hip tosses him back to the middle of the ring, stepping on him as he tags Tytan in. Tytan climbs in and gathers WWE, looking him over before deciding what to do. TNA is just getting into position in his corner. Tytan grins and drags WWE over to the corner, holding up WWE's hand for TNA to tag. TNA refuses at first, but Tytan insists - and knocks their heads together! Barros calls it as a tag (Fearing for his life) and TNA is forced to climb in. Tytan slides WWE under the bottom rope gently (and WWE careens into the barricade outside, pushing it back about a foot). TNA flails wildly at Tytan, who just stands there with a sick little grin on his face. Tytan palms TNA's face and walks him back to the other corner. With a nod he hoists TNA up in a gorilla press, does five reps and just drops him face first in the middle of the ring. Poe tagged in, who gathers TNA by the hair and hoists him up. He too does five reps but finishes it with a power bomb. He marches up to Tytan and tags him back in. Tytan gathers TNA and hoists him up, does TEN reps and finishes it with a power bomb. As they take turns mangling TNA, Dr. Podvod walks down, taking notes as Poe triple-power bombs TNA and throws him to the corner. Incensed, WWE tags himself in and charges Poe with a leaping punch. Poe catches WWE by the throat and tosses him - ONE-HANDED! - to Tytan, who catches WWE and slams him to the mat. Tytan climbs in and gathers WWE as Poe drags TNA's carcass out of the corner. Dr. Podvod nods as Tytan climbs up the corner with his victim and Poe hoists his over his shoulders. Tytan leaps off the middle rope! ULTIMO ENDING FOR WWE! Poe turns to stand over one carcass to plant the other! CRUCIFIXION ON TNA! The cover is merely a formality as Poe covers for the win. WINNERS in 7:34 - Poe and Tytan The two giants shake hands and leave separately. The janitorial staff is asked to clean up the mess in the middle of the ring. SPIN HANSEN vs. APOCALYPTIC EXISTENCE Apocalyptic Existence and Chad Patton come to the ring first, Chad is carrying his trusty gym bag with him. They go over some last minutes strategy in the corner while Spin Hansen is announced. Spin comes to the ring, all business as usual and slides under the ropes. As soon as Spin gets into the ring, Patton yells NOW! And Apocalyptic Existence charges across the ring and attacks. AE catches Spin with a boot to the back of the head, then pulls him to his feet and sends him to the ropes and connects with a drop kick to the mouth that sends Spin back against the ropes, where he gets his arms trapped between the top and the middle ropes! Spin is at the mercy of AE, which is not a good place to be. AE charges in and catches Spin with a boot to the face and hammers him with punches to the head while the referee works to free him. Finally after taking too many shots to the head, the referee gets Spin out of the ropes. Once he is freed, Spin drops to one knee trying to regain his composure. AE bounds off the ropes and charges, aiming a knee at the side of Spin’s head, but Spin moves out of the way and sweeps AE’s feet from beneath him! AE does a 360 and slams to the mat. Spin pulls him to his feet and sends him to the ropes and nearly decapitates him with a clothesline. Spin pulls AE to his feet and peppers him with several forearms to the side of the head, then whips AE to the corner and follows him in with an avalanche. Spin sets AE on the top rope and climbs to the middle rope and grabs AE in a bear hug and throws him off the top rope with a release overhead suplex! AE flies across the ring and lands hard. Spin crawls across the ring and covers, but AE kicks out at two. Spin pulls AE to his feet and lifts him for a vertical suplex, then drops him on the top rope, hits the ropes and catches AE with a running forearm to the head that sends him off the rope, to the outside, crashing onto the floor. Chad Patton rushes over and helps AE to his feet and hands him his gym bag. Spin grabs AE by the head from inside the ring and starts to pull him onto the apron. AE swings the bag upward, trying to catch Spin with a shot to the head, but Spin catches the bag with the other hand and rips it out of AE’s grip! Spin holds the side of AE’s head with one hand, and with the other slams the bag into the side of his head! AE pretty much goes limp, and Patton looks horrified. Naturally the referee inside the ring didn’t see a thing. Spin pulls a barely conscious Apocalyptic Existence into the ring, sends him to the ropes and catches him with a THUNDEROUS spine buster. Spin gets to his feet and motions for the HAIR OF THE DOG! And the crowd goes nuts! Spin pulls AE up, and lifts him for a suplex, then DRIVES him to the mat! This one is over. Spin hooks the leg, one, two, three! WINNER in 5:24 – Spin Hansen DEAD & BLITZ vs. ZK DEBEERS & DAMON WRATH The unlikely team of Damon Wrath and ZK DeBeers are announced and come to the ring, separately. DeBeers tries to establish himself as the leader of the team, but Wrath pretty much completely ignores him. Dead and Blitz come to the ring, and Dead appears to be barking orders at Blitz, Blitz nods his head and gets a look of pure determination on his face. Blitz leaps over the top rope and immediately attacks DeBeers, backing him into the corner with chops and punches. Blitz tries a whip across the ring, but DeBeers reverses it and sends Blitz toward the corner. Blitz hops to the top rope, and in one fluid motion, spins and catches a charging DeBeers with a perfect cross body block for a two count. DeBeers powers out and quickly crawls to his corner and tags in Damon Wrath. Blitz tags in The Dead, and they slowly circle in the middle of the ring, then lock up. Wrath slips behind Dead and lifts him off his feet, then slams him to the mat, but Dead sits out of the move and gets right back to his feet and tries a round house kick, but Wrath avoids it and catches Dead with a stiff kick to the side of his knee. Dead takes a few steps back and shakes his leg. Wrath grabs him and sends him to the ropes and tries a clothesline, but Dead ducks and heads to the opposite ropes and makes the blind tag to Blitz. Dead slides between Wrath’s legs and gets to his feet, when Wrath turns around to face Dead, Blitz springs off the top rope and takes Wrath to the mat with a bulldog. Blitz rolls him over and covers, but DeBeers breaks it up at two. Blitz pulls Wrath to his feet and catches him with several kicks to the ribs and side of the head, then hits the ropes and charges, but Wrath elevates Blitz and brings him down across his knee driving all the air out of him. Wrath grabs Blitz and hits a half-nelson suplex that folds Blitz up. Wrath gets to his feet and waits for Blitz to get to his feet, Blitz struggles up and Wrath is about to charge, when DeBeers reaches out and tags himself into the match. DeBeers steps between the ropes, and charges at Blitz, but Blitz catches DeBeers with a drop toe hold, hanging him up on the second rope. Blitz pulls the referee aside and feigns an injury to his knee. While the referee is checking on that, The Dead runs down the apron and drops a leg across the back of DeBeers head. DeBeers falls back into the ring and suddenly Blitz is ok again. Blitz pulls DeBeers to his feet and hits a double chicken wing release suplex, then tags in Dead. Dead steps between the ropes and waits for DeBeers to get to his feet, when he does, Dead hits CLOSE THE CASKET! DeBeers is DEAD! Dead tags Blitz in, and Blitz springs to the top rope and hits the AJ Styles springboard 360 splash! Blitz hooks the leg, one, two, THREE! Wrath never even moved to step into the ring. WINNERS in 5:54 – Dead & Blitz After the match, Damon Wrath does the partnerly thing and helps DeBeers to his feet. DeBeers shoves him hard and screams at him for not breaking up the pin. Wrath counters that DeBeers should not have tagged himself in. The two go nose to nose arguing, then Wrath shoves DeBeers away and turns to walk away when DeBeers reaches into his pocked, grabs Wrath and spins him back around and BLASTS HIM with a shot to the face. Wrath drops like he has been shot, and suddenly there appears to be a lot of change on the mat. A lot of quarters. Almost as if a roll of quarters had been broken open. Curious. ZK DeBeers sneers and stands over the unconscious Damon Wrath and poses for the crowd, who all boo him loudly. Finally he leaves the ring and heads to the back. ERIC O’MAC vs. OUTBACK JACK Each man enters the ring with an intense amount of focus. The referee calls for the opening bell as the two stare each other down in the middle of the ring. Eric O'Mac begins to say something that is undecipherable because of the crowd noise. Outback Jack seems to smile for a moment and then takes a step back. Eric begins to laugh until Jack steps forward with a vicious punch that connects squarely to the side of Eric's head. O'Mac begins to backpedal as Jack continues to lay haymaker after haymaker. Eric gets backed into the corner and Jack winds up for another punch. Eric somehow is able to duck the big right hand and gets himself out of the corner. Outback Jack turns around just in time for his jaw to meet the knuckles of Eric O'Mac. Now Eric gains control and starts peppering Jack with rights and lefts. Now it's Jack who has his back to the corner, and Eric shows no signs of letting up. Jack's head snaps back from a brutal punch and Eric backs up and charges the corner. Jack manages to get a boot up, however, and makes solid contact with Eric's face, stopping him in his tracks. Jack roars out of the corner and drops Eric with a back elbow. Eric quickly gets to his feet as Jack is charging once again, but this time Eric is a step quicker and takes Jack down with a drop toe hold. Eric follows up by dropping an elbow directly into Jack's sternum. Eric goes for another, but Jack rolls away and Eric catches nothing but mat. Both men get up to their feet and begin slugging it out once more. Jack gains the advantage and sends Eric into the ropes, but Eric comes leaping back with a flying forearm. Jack stumbles backwards but catches himself on the ropes and avoids going down. Eric runs in and tries to clothesline him over the top rope and onto the floor, but he's telegraphed it and Jack is able to lift him high for a back-body drop to the floor. Eric looks like he's had the wind knocked out of him as he struggles to get to his feet. Jack makes his way to the outside and catches a semi-upright Eric with an overhand right. Eric stumbles backwards but somehow maintains his balance. Jack grabs Eric and tries to whip him into the barricade, but Eric reverses it and Jack crashes into it ribs-first. Eric picks up Jack and rolls him back into the ring. He follows and begins laying the boots to Outback Jack. Somehow Jack catches Eric's boot and shoves him away, allowing Jack to get back to his feet. Eric catches Jack in the stomach with a boot and attempts to whip Jack into the corner. Jack puts the brakes on, however, and instead pulls Eric back in towards him and delivers a devastation shoulder to Eric's face. Eric falls backwards clutching at his head, and soon blood begins to trickle from between his fingers. Eric props himself up on one knee and looks at the amount of blood covering his hands. Eric appears to have a severe cut under his right eye and a busted and bloodied nose. Eric looks down at the mat where his blood is dripping and begins to smile. He gets to his feet and motions for Jack to "bring it". Jack obliges and the two slug it out. Apparently the blood has lit a fire under Eric, because he is firing on all cylinders. Jack is able to get a few punches in but right now the fight is being controlled by Eric O'Mac. Eric sends Jack hard into the ropes, and Jack comes storming back with a clothesline. Eric ducks it and catches Jack on the bounce-back with a sick spinning back elbow that sends Jack reeling. Eric charges at Jack and tackles him. He throws punch after punch at Jack's head. Jack is trying to block as many as he can, but a good portion of the punches are finding their mark. The referee jumps in to break it up, and after a few more punches, Eric reluctantly backs off. Jack gets to his feet and he's doing some bleeding of his own. His lip and mouth are busted wide open and he's got a nasty bruise forming over his eye. Jack feels his face and now he smiles as well. Both men's faces look like something out of a horror movie, but neither man seems disturbed by this in the least. They go right back at each other, and the blood is flying everywhere. Jack throws a heavy punch that connects and sends Eric staggering backwards, but then Eric steps up and throws a vicious punch of his own. Jack staggers backwards but also refuses to go down. Both men continue to land slow, heavy punches, but each man is too resilient (or too stubborn) to go down. Eric is finally able to duck a punch and begins to choke Outback Jack! The referee begins to give his warning as Jack reaches out and grabs Eric by the throat! Both men are having trouble breathing but neither will break the hold. Eric pushes Jack into the corner to try and gain some leverage, but Jack reverses it and he now has Eric in the corner. The referee continues to plead with both men to break their holds, but eventually has had enough and calls for the bell. WINNER in 15:57 - NO CONTEST Both men continue to try and choke the life out of one another and the referee is forced to call security into the ring. After much struggling, security is able to divide the two men. They continue to stare each other down, however, and then begin to yell at one another. Suddenly, both men break free of security and begin to attack each other once more. Both men are battered and bruised, but neither seems to give a damn at the moment. Fists and blood fly in the middle of the ring until security is once again able to pull these two apart. After the two men are finally taken away from the ring area, the referee signals for the cleanup crew to mop up some of the blood before the next match. IHOP & THE AMNESIAC vs. INSANE HOMELESS BUNNY – OOWF Campeonas de Trios Elimination Title Match Insane Homeless Bunny is introduced first. No rap as they come down, they appear to be all business. IHOP & The Amnesiac are down next, and are accompanied by the giant Fezzik. IHB attacks as a unit, sending Skurge tumbling to the arena floor and sending the Champions scurrying. Referee Mel Creech manages to establish some order and we kick off with SYB and Carl From Fresno. SYB poses and draws the ire of the crowd. He yells “Look, a Sandwich!” The distraction lets SYB get the advantage on Carl. Side Headlock. Into the ropes for a clothesline. SYB picks Carl up and slams him to the mat. SYB tries to drop an elbow, but no one is home. Carl rolls to his corner and tags in Bunny. Bunny Springboards off the tope rope and connects with a forearm. Hurrincanrana. Rolling Thunder. Cover for a 2 count. SYB low blows Bunny and tags in Skurge. Skurge is greeted with a dropkick and stumbles into a neutral corner. Tag to Justin. Bunny kneels in front of Skurge and Justin NAILS Poetry in Motion! Amnesiac tries to equal things out, but Creech keeps him at bay. Carl is in and whips Skurge into the ropes, as he and Justin hit a 3D! Bunny comes flying off with a Double Jump Twisting Moonsault! Bunny rolls out of the ring and Justin covers Skurge for the 1…2…3! Skurge has been eliminated Amnesiac comes in and decks Justin. Scoop Slam. Amnesiac drops an elbow. Lung Blower on Justin Sane. Amnesiac covers for 1…2… and Carl is in to break up the pin. SYB enters and gets thrown through the ropes and hits the rings steps as he hits the floor by Bunny. Carl and Justin go High/Low on Amnesiac and lay him out. Carl picks him up, Michinoku Driver! Justin goes up top and hits The Moment of Clarity! Cover and 1…2…3! The Amnesiac has been eliminated The crowd is electric as SYB gingerly re-enters the ring. Suddenly, a man is seen riding down the ramp on horseback. Grey Goatee and black gloves. He approaches the ring, sword drawn. It Can’t Be! The Six Fingered Man! Count Grogan has arrived at ringside! SYB takes advantage of everyone’s shock and hits the Jersey Turnpike on Justin. A quick DDT and he gets a 1..2…3! Justin Sane has been eliminated Bunny charges in and tangles with SYB. They go at it full tilt, throwing fists, elbows, chops and even a head butt from Bunny. SYB staggers back and Bunny launches himself at SYB. SYB rolls through it and ends up with a small package on Bunny. A handful of tail and it’s a 1..2…3! Bunny has been eliminated Carl rushes in the ring attacks. SYB is clearly gassed, and ducks out of the ring. Carl attempts to plancha on top of SYB, but Fezzik steps in the way and Carl lands on him! Fezzik stumbles about as Carl holds tightly around the behemoth’s neck. Fezzik backs in to each ring post once, trying to shake the man off his back, but slowly fades and falls to the floor unconscious. Carl gets up and eats a chair shot from SYB. Mel Creech doesn’t see this, as his attention has been taken by a man in a black cloth mask. THE DRED PIRATE ROBERTS! SYB drags Carl into the ring and hurls him into the corner. He grabs Creech and pulls him aside. Roberts climbs to the apron, knocks Carl out cold with the handle of his sword, and races to the back. Creech turns around, SYB hits the Hebrew Hammer on Carl and gets the 1…2…3! WINNERS in 16:23 - IHOP & The Amnesiac FIREWOMAN vs. ATTITUDE ADJUSTER vs. SEAMUS MCNASTY vs. TYSON KINCAID – OOWF Onslaught Championship Match There are a lot of interesting dynamics in the ring right now, and it'll be interesting to see how they play out in this match. The bell rings we're underway, except for Attitude Adjuster, who promptly take the sound of the bell as his cue to roll out under the bottom rope. Firewoman makes an automatic lunge towards him, referee Davis Hightower is already in her way, imploring AA to get back into the ring. AA responds by taunting Fire, who tries unsuccessfully to get past Hightower. Kincaid spins Fire around by the shoulder and looks to be trying to talk to her, but she responds with a quick go-behind and roll-up! 1... One count only and Kincaid kicks out, but the look of AA's face tells the story; he's just been reminded that he doesn't have to be pinned to lose his title. Meanwhile in on the inside, the look on Tyson Kincaid's face tells a completely different story as he fixes a stare at Firewoman, until Seamus barrels out of the corner with a big-time body check that sends the unaware Kincaid hard into the corner. Firewoman cuts AA off as he tries to make his way into the ring with a flurry of punches, kicks and forearm shots that send him falling to the outside, with her in pursuit. Seamus buries several elbows into Tyson's head while he's trapped in the corner before whipping him across the ring and charging in, getting a boot for his effort. Second attempt gets the same result, and it turns Seamus around, giving Kincaid the opening for a chop- lock, taking the big Irishman out at the knees! Kincaid back to his feet, and hits a shining wizard to the back of Seamus' head! Cover and a hook of the leg... 1... 2... Kick out by Seamus, and Kincaid latches on a chin lock. On the outside Firewoman is still fully on the attack, whipping AA into the rail. AA hits his knees, begging off, but Firewoman isn't having any of it! She grabs the champ by the head, pulling him up, but AA responds with a savage rake to the eyes, blinding her! AA takes Firewoman headfirst into the rail, then brings up his boot, dragging her face across the bootlaces before letting the ringside fans know how smart he is. Back in the ring, Seamus has fought back up to a vertical base, and he's managed to turn into the chin lock, causing it to become side lock, that he shoves his way out of. Tyson hits the ropes, and Seamus has the big boot ready, but Tyson slides under, grabbing the base leg and pulling up into a Lion-Tamer! Seamus isn't quite close enough to the ropes, and it looks like he might...NO! AA grabs Seamus' hand and drags him into the ropes, forcing the break! AA sticks a thumb in Seamus' eye on his way back into the ring, and he shares a look with Kincaid before both men start putting the boots to Seamus! Pick up by both men as they load him up...Double Slingshot suplex! AA and Tyson exchange a quick high-five before AA instructs Kincaid to pick up the Irishman again, but AA goes for a quick schoolboy of Kincaid! He's got two big handfuls of tights, as Hightower slides in... 1... 2... Shoulder roll at 2 and half by Tyson, and he pops up LIVID at AA! Attitude Adjuster suddenly goes into peacemaker mode, but Tyson is having none of it! He grabs AA and... SPRINGBOARD DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE from the apron from Firewoman! Kincaid and AA go down hard, and the crowd ROARS as Firewoman kips up before delivering a flying knee drop to Kincaid! Firewoman hooks the leg and 1... 2... The pin is broken up by AA, who drags Firewoman up and backwards by her hair! AA sets up for an inverted DDT, but Seamus is back up, and he grabs AA by the back of the head and sets HIM up for an inverted DDT, before powering him up into a standing powerslam! 1... 2... Firewoman breaks up the pin, and Seamus gets up patting Firewoman on the head...With gets his a slap across the face that sounds like a rifle going off! That got his attention! He grabs Firewoman, and buries a quick knee to her midsection before loading her up for what looks like it's going to be the Wild Irish Rover...Until a dropkick from Kincaid sends him over the top rope! Seamus tumbles out and lands on his feet, but catches two feet from Firewoman as she leaps to the second rope and turns around, catching Kincaid with a springboard bulldog! That's the setup, and the FIRESTOMP~! is the payoff! Kincaid is out! Fire rolls him over... And AA spins her around and LEVELS her with big right hand! Firewoman drops like a sack of wet oatmeal, amidst a shower of quarters! Attitude Adjuster covers her, a sick smile on his face: 1... 2... NO! Seamus is back in the ring, delivering a running boot to AA! He's quick to capitalize with another boot to the face, and he quickly grabs AA up fires him off into the ropes...IRISH CAR BOMB! The leg is hooked: 1... 2... 3!~ WINNER VIA PINFALL in 14:54 and NEW ONSLAUGHT CHAMPION: SEAMUS McNASTY! B PHANTOS & LUCIOS vs. THE WORLDS GREATEST FAG TEAM – OOWF World Tag Team Title Match The Fag Team jumps the champs at the bell before they can get the titles off. FFM tosses Phantos to the floor, and they double team Lucios in the corner. They pound away, then get a slam and leg drop combo. Phantos springboards back in and clotheslines FFM and Ryan down. He kicks the hell out of Ryan, but MacCappington tackles him to stop that, and things settle down with Ryan and Lucios. Lucios uses his size to gain the advantage and Hardcore takes a crazy bump off a shoulder block. Another oversell off a backdrop, and Hardcore is tangled in the ropes. Lucios takes a couple of shots, and then frees him, and Ryan goes to the eyes to escape for good. Tag to FFM, but he eats a drop toehold, and tag to Phantos and the champs get some double team work in. Quick tags in and out as they target the leg, trying to get the big man off his feet. Phantos slingshots over and down on the knee. He tries a figure four, but FFM kicks him off and into the WGFT corner, and Ryan gets a sucker punch in. Phantos staggers around, and FFM boots him right out of the ring. Ryan hops down and gets some shots in before Lucios chases him off. Back in, and FFM flattens Phantos with a leg drop and tags in Ryan. Hardcore comes in with a double stomp off the top, then a rolling thunder senton. Ryan slaps Lucios to draw him in, and the heels do some cheating, complete with the "slap hands to fake a tag" thing, and FFM winds up clobbering Phantos in the corner. The Fag Team spends the next 4-5 minutes just killing Phantos before Phantos reverses an Irish whip, sending Ryan into FFM and Phantos dives for the hot tag to Lucios! Lucios is in and nails Ryan, then a power slam. MacCappington back in and Lucios kicks him in the gut and gets a pump handle slam. Hardcore tries a running enziguri, but Lucios ducks it, then grabs Hardcore from the mat and gives him a German suplex in one motion. FFM decks him from behind though and sets up for GREETINGS FROM PACIFIC HEIGHTS~! But Phantos comes off with a missile dropkick to Lucios' back, causing FFM to fall back with Lucios on top! One, two... but Ryan makes the save! Hardcore dropkicks Phantos to the floor, and the Fag Team sets up what looks to be a double team with FFM coming off the top rope. MacCappington's ready to go, and Ryan tries a uranage, but Lucios overpowers him and whips him into the corner! Hardcore's head goes straight into FFM's crotch! FFM falls to the floor, and when Ryan stumbles back to the middle of the ring, Lucios drills him with a T-Bone Suplex. Phantos hits a moonsault for good measure, and Lucios pins Hardcore to retain the titles. WINNERS in 20:13 and STILL OOWF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: PHANTOS & LUCIOS After the match FFM climbs back into the ring and tries to help his partner up, but Hardcore smacks his hand away. FFM immediately bristles and asks him why the hell he would do that, Hardcore just stares at MacCappington, then softens a bit and slaps MacCappington on the back. The two slowly leave the ring together and head to the back. ALEXANDER DARLING vs. DH MAGNUSSON vs. CHRIS COLE – OOWF Intercontinental Title Match The crowd cheers politely as D.H. Magnusson makes his way to the ring, then switches to boos as Chris Cole enters the arena. “There Can Be Only One” booms over the sound system and the crowd erupts. The Intercontinental Champion, Alexander Darling, steps onto the stage and pauses for “Prelude 12/21” before heading to the ring to “Princes of the Universe”. Alex enters the ring and holds the title up with one hand before handing it to referee Mel Creech, who displays it to the crowd and calls for the bell. DHM sprints across the ring, but Alex sidesteps and he hits the corner hard. Alex turns to attack, but gets clobbered by a clothesline from Cole. Cole slings Alex to the ropes, and hooks his arm on the return trip, sending Alex spinning through the air and wrenching his damaged shoulder. Cole pulls Alex to his feet, but DHM spins him around, kicks him in the stomach, and plants him with a DDT. DHM grabs Alex and lifts him with a flying hammerlock before slamming him face-first into the mat. DHM rolls Alex over, but Cole yanks him away before he can cover. Cole & DHM lock up, and DHM powers him back to the corner, clubbing away with punches. An Irish whip sends Cole hard into the opposite turnbuckles, and DHM follows him in with a shoulder block. DHM lifts Cole and sits him on the top turnbuckle. He climbs up for a superplex, but Cole fights back. They exchange punches, and DHM falls back, but hooks Cole’s head and drives him to the mat with a DDT. Alex pounces on DHM, flips him over and drives his face into the mat with a Curb stomp, then dives onto Cole and hooks the leg, but Cole just manages to roll a shoulder before the three. Alex scoops him up for a body slam, but Cole slips out, dropping behind Alex and pulling him back into a Backstabber. Cole flips Alex over and plants his knee in his shoulder, tying up his arm and leaning back. Alex screams in pain, but refuses to submit. It looks like Alex might pass out from the pain, but DHM kicks Cole in the face, forcing him to release the hold, and wrenching Alex’s shoulder further in the process. DHM pulls Cole to his feet and levels him with the Jersey Hammer, then tosses him over the ropes to the floor. DHM moves in on Alex as he gets up, and Alex catches him with a shot to the midsection. DHM doubles over, and Alex drives a knee into his forehead. Alex shoves DHM into the corner and hits a series of punches and kicks, then whips him across the ring. DHM puts on the brakes and pulls Alex back, catching him with a release overhead suplex. DHM plants Alex with a body slam, delivers a few kicks, and goes to the ropes, but Cole pulls down the ropes, toppling him to the outside. Cole slides into the ring and drives an elbow into Alex’s shoulder and makes a cover, but Alex kicks out. Cole rolls to his feet as DHM gets back in the ring, and greets him with an elbow to the face. Cole lifts DHM for the Headliner, but Alex catches him with a low blow from behind. Cole drops DHM, who lands on his head and gets tangled in the ropes. As Cole staggers, Alex hooks him from behind and rolls him up for the three. WINNER, and still OOWF Intercontinental Champion, in 14:47, Alexander Darling. LD WILLIAMS vs. DAVIN MORELAND – OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match The house lights go dark briefly before the first guitar strains of “Pull Me Under” start. The crowd is in full-throat booing mode; and that’s to be expected. This is a home game for the Champ. Davin Moreland and Samantha Darling both make their way down the ramp, and they seem both unaffected, and to have expected this reaction. There are a few “SQUEE”s, but it’s really muted. Even the kids cheering is muted. Davin takes off his robe folds it and hands it to Samantha. They nod to each other, and she makes her way to the outside. “Jekyll and Hyde” from Petra starts up with requisite pyro; and St. Catherines goes ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT, and there’s a legitimate chance of the roof blowing off the joint. LD Williams has a HUGE smile on his face and raises his belt high for everyone to see. It’s a slow walk down the ramp, and he’s even slapping hands with the fans. It’s not very often Williams gets the full-on face treatment. Finally Williams gets into the ring, and is surprised to see Davin giving him what seems to be a genuine round of applause. LD hands the belt to Senior OOWF Referee Mel Creech, who holds it high in the air. This match is for the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship. Creech hands the belt to the outside and calls for the bell…WE’RE UNDERWAY! Davin and LD circle each other to start, doing some hand-fighting…a real Greco-Roman start. Finally Davin is able to grab a wrist, turn it into an arm-wringer, and then a hammerlock. LD slaps his shoulder twice (required) and just EXPLODES out of the hold by a hard spin and a quick, hard Greco-Roman takedown. LD immediately shifts into a Fujiwara Arm bar, and Davin is in trouble already. Creech actually moves from where he was standing to check on Davin, but YOU CAN’T MAKE DAVIN TAP! Davin, in an extraordinary show of strength gets to his knees, and then eventually to his feet, with LD still applying the hold! Davin grabs LD’s foot with his other arm and swings him UP and DOWN with a HUGE MODIFIED POWERBOMB! LD obviously releases the hold finally, and Davin quickly bails out of the ring near Samantha in a tremendous amount of pain. He has her check for a dislocation, but she doesn’t find one. Samantha pats Davin on the head, and Davin flips her off jokingly before rolling back into the ring. LD is STILL out but is stirring. Davin tries to shake his arm out, and gets to LD. Davin shoves him in the corner, and starts ASSAULTING LD with Chops (no Woos, because, well, they’re not happy with this turn of events) with his good arm. Davin quickly jumps and gets a leg lock on LD’s head, and snaps off a SWEET HURRICARANA! Wasting no time, Davin goes to the top and faces the crowd. He leaps and HITS a beautiful MOONSAULT and floats into the cover. That gets two. Davin’s quick to his feet, and hits a SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT and floats THAT into a cover, that only gets two as well. Davin pulls up LD and WHIPS him into the corner, and CHARGES in NAILING LD with a SPEAR! You could almost hear the air blow out of LD’s lungs on that one as he collapsed to the mat. Davin goes up top again and he’s gonna fly! HESITATION SHOOTING STAR PRESS! Davin floats into that cover…1, 2, th…NO! At the last second LD kicks out, and Davin looks perplexed. He seems to shift gears, and quickly locks in a SHARPSHOOTER, and it’s in a good spot! Davin starts with the “ask him” requests, and LD is hurting, but certainly isn’t going out like this. Davin is too big to drag across the ring, but through the POWER of the SHAKY ARM, and using some insane leg strength, he is able to KICK DAVIN OFF and send him flying…RIGHT INTO MEL CREECH! REF BUMP! Both Davin and LD get to their feet slowly and notice that Creech is down. They both kind of shrug and lockup in the middle of the ring, which draws a HUGE ovation. Finally, Davin shoves LD off into the ropes, and chases after him, stops short and catches LD on the rebound, hitting him with a HUGE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! He looks over to Creech, and slaps him around a bit trying to wake him up, but it’s no use. Davin saunters over to attack LD, but LD TRIPS him and Davin lands throat first on the rope, and he kind of hangs there. LD is up quickly, and showing some impressive agility, LEAPFROGS Davin, spins in mid-air and STUN GUNS DAVIN on the rope as lands on his feet out on the floor. Samantha comes over and starts yelling at LD, and LD starts yelling back. Everyone is focused on these two arguing, and NOBODY sees Davin hit a FLYING REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER FROM THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR! Russ: BAH GAWD! Oh Dear Sweet Jesus Christ on a Cracker he might have killed him. LD is clearly out and this time Davin pats Samantha on the head, and gets the one-fingered salute in return. Davin smirks and goes over to the timekeepers table and grabs the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship Belt. He considers putting it around his waist, but instead tosses it in the ring. He picks up LD like a sack of potatoes, and heads up to the top turnbuckle. It looks like he’s going to try a TOP ROPE JACKKNIFE POWERBOMB! He gets LD into position, and all of a sudden, Concrete TG comes down the ramp to a big ovation! Davin can’t believe Crete would dare interfere in this match, but that brief second of hesitation was all it takes for the Champ who, on the top turnbuckle, manages to slip out of Davin’s grasp, hit a waistlock, turn around, and hit a TOP ROPE RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX just as Crete gets into the ring. Davin is likely dead. LD finally sees Crete and they start a little yapfest, pretty much punctuated by LD telling Crete to “Get the fuck out”, and turns his back, and spots the Championship. Creech is stirring. Davin is stirring. LD has the belt, but CRETE GRABS IT! He’s not going to let LD win this way! After a few tugs back and forth, LD intentionally lets go, and Crete falls backward with the belt; smashing it over Davin’s head in the process as Davin was back to his knees. He’s not anymore. Crete tries to apologize to the unconscious guy, but clearly that’s not working out so well. Crete is clearly crestfallen and just slumps his was out of the ring, but gets a couple of slaps and an earful from Samantha. It just so happens that Creech wakes up just as LD rolls Davin over for the academic three count. WINNER in 19:41 by PINFALL….L.D. WILLIAMS! LD WILLIAMS retains the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship STANK vs. CONCRETE TG – Moosehead Jack Special Guest Referee “Scarecrow” by Ministry starts up, and Moosehead Jack heads down the ramp to a chorus of boos and in a SPIFFY OOWF Referee’s Shirt. He’s taunting the fans by pointing to the logo, and making the International Sign for “Calling it right down the middle”. He climbs through the ropes and slumps in the corner. “With Jupiter In Mind” starts up and Concrete Takaken Gryfon comes out to thunderous applause. He slaps hands and talks to the kids in the crowd before getting into the ring and eyeing Moose warily. “Skin” by Nonpoint starts with requisite pyro, and the crowd is even louder for Stank as he makes his way down the ramp. He’s clearly NOT in a good mood, but although he’s wearing a brace on his right knee, seems to have no ill effects. He slowly climbs into the ring, not taking his eyes off of Crete. Moose IMMEDIATELY calls for the bell. WE’RE UNDERWAY! Moose slumps back in the corner, as Stank starts yapping at Crete, and Crete appears to be pleading his case. Stank UNLEASHES a Wicked Right Hand, which knocks Crete off his feet. Stank locks in a chin lock with a knee in the back. It’s actually pretty close to a choke, but when Crete looks over; Moose just shrugs and goes back to doing nothing. Crete uses SHAKY ARM POWER, and makes his way up to a Vertical Base. Crete finally gets upright, and hits a JAWBREAKER on Stank. Crete quickly turns around…WHAM-DDT on Stank and Stank is down. Crete briefly looks over at Moose who is golf-clapping that last move. Crete pulls a woozy Stank up, and lands a couple of Right Hands which forces Stank into the corner. A couple of CHOP-WOOs from Crete, and then Crete gets up on the turnbuckle, and gets a leg lock around Stank’s head. Crete’s looking for a Hurricarana! But before Crete can snap it off, Stank almost appears to come to. He reaches up and POWERBOMBS Crete. He hangs on, and hits ANOTHER POWERBOMB! He STILL Hangs on…It’s a STANKBOMB! Stank covers, and Moose seems to give a pretty normal count; it gets 2. Stank simply gets up, and runs the ropes…STANKONIA 2.0! Another cover for Stank; and Moose only gets to two before Crete kicks out. Stank pulls Crete up and pulls him in the air for what looks to be a Delayed Vertical Suplex, but Stank lets go of Crete in the air and steps back. He catches Crete on the way down and hits a BIG PILEDRIVER on Crete! Crete’s in trouble! Stank covers, and that gets a LONG 2 from Moose, who seems to be enjoying showing Stank the number “2” with his hands. Stank pulls a Near-Death Crete to his feet, and LOCKS ON THE SOUTHERN COMFORT! Oh my GOODNESS it’s rare to see Stank going all technical and submissive-y. Crete is struggling, and Stank is screaming “ASK HIM” to Moose, who responds “You Don’t have to yell”. Moose leans in close to check on Crete who appears unresponsive. It’s time for the THREE ARM RAISE! Predictably, the first two times, the arm falls limply down, but by the POWER of the SHAKY ARM, Crete refuses to quit and tells Moose so. Stank cinches the hold in tighter; and as he does so, Crete’s hand reflexively goes up, and it happens to graze Moose on the chin. Moose collapses to the mat like FF shot him…REF BUMP! Stank seems kind of unsure as to what to do; so he finally releases Crete and takes a couple of steps away. Suddenly, HERE COMES DAVIN MORELAND DOWN THE RAMP (in a “Crete and Moosey T-Shirt?”)! He’s got a BAT and MURDER in his eyes after Crete cost him the title tonight! He slides into the ring just as Crete is able to get to his knees. Davin unleashes a huge swing, but Crete ducks at the last second; and Stank, still facing away from the action, gets BLASTED IN HIS BAD KNEE WITH THE BAT! Stank COLLAPSES to the mat. Davin doesn’t take any time to grieve, and wheels around and DRILLS Crete in the RIBS with the bat. Crete is trying desperately to apologize, but Davin swings again; Crete SIDESTEPS Davin, and Davin’s momentum carries the barrel of the bat RIGHT INTO STANK’S BAD KNEE AGAIN! Davin gets up quickly, in time to see Crete charging; and Crete gets the STING BAT TREATMENT in the gut, followed by a huge BLAST TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Davin screams “I TOLD YOU TO STAY OUT OF MY BUSINESS!” The crowd is NOT booing; because, well, Crete kinda deserved it. Davin drags the lifeless body of Crete and drapes it over Stank who is flat on his back, and apparently paralyzed with pain. Davin puts the bat in Crete’s hand and slides out of the ring and up the ramp to a mixed reaction. MIRACULOUSLY, Moose wakes up just in time to see Crete lying on Stank, and makes a quick 3-Count. WINNER in 17:21 by PINFALL…CONCRETE TG! Post-match, Crete comes to, and sees the bat in his hand, and the lifeless Stank on the mat. He also sees Moose golf-clapping him, so Crete tries to get to his feet and explain. Moose apparently isn’t interested and NAILS Crete with the CHIMERA DRIVER! Thanks for coming out and watching LIVE OOWF action be sure to check out the OOWF Hell On Earth IV/4 Year Anniversary Show, Live September 28 from Dayton, Ohio! And don’t forget to catch next week’s OOWF Mid-Week Mayhem Live! September 24th, from Ironwood, Michigan! For all your OOWF shopping needs, check out www.cafepress.com/oowfshirts Join us for OOWF Chat on Wednesday nights!
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