[DrMcAwesome]

OOWF Mid-Summer Night’s Scream 11 (No. 928)
Live! From Salem, Oregon
July 28, 2019

OOWF World Heavyweight Championship Match
Beverly Cambridge (c) vs Jack Bullet

Last Man Standing
Matt Folz vs Sebastian Davis

OOWF World Tag Team Championship Triple-Threat Match
Los Defenstrators (c) vs Frenemies vs Darlings

OOWF Intercontinental Championship
Stacy Kirkland vs Zed

OOWF Onslaught Championship
Mac Flasher (c) vs John Law

Clan Quinn vs Banned From Everywhere

Shizuru-Mune Mangyuniku-Cox vs Kieran Bourne

Card subject to Firewoman necessitating a witch trial far away from the original Salem.

[Fire-Babe]

Fire is sitting by herself in the Destroyitarium, thoughtfully drinking coffee. Matt Folz joins her.

FW: Yes?

MF: You know, we haven't always gotten along.

FW: We've almost NEVER gotten along.

MF: And this little experiment here with us in the same stable, I mean... I had my doubts, especially when you demanded to be in charge.

FW: Well, the door is over there.

MF: And I'm still not convinced that your extracurricular escapades are in Jaime's best interests.

FW: She's got her own mind.

MF: But that's not what I need to talk to you about right now.

FW: There can't possibly be anything else.

MF: I want to talk to you about me getting a clangy pole upside the head at Mayhem last week, while no one had my back.

FW: Oh.

MF: That's all you're going to say?

FW: .....oops?

MF: Damn, Fire--

FW: Look I'm sorry I was tangled up in Justin Sane's running senton. Blame Stacy, she was the one distracting Hale.

MF: If you would LET ME FINISH, that's exactly my point. You brought her in, you wanna be the big cheese, so--

FW: Eh, Moose likes having her around.

MF: He does?

FW: Hell if I know. I don't think Moose has said two words to me for weeks.

MF: Oh...oh...sorry....

FW: Don't be.

MF: Still I mean...he's your brother...

FW: He is.

MF: I mean...Now that you mention it...it's kind of concerning. What if you guys aren't in sync?

FW: We aren't. We'd never have lost our tag team championships if he wasn't distracted by whatever crap he was doing with Kylie or Bridget or... I don't even remember who.

MF: This doesn't bode well.

FW: It's temporary.

MF: How do you know?

FW: Look, we're like Ray and Dave Davies.

MF: Who?

FW: The Kinks. Brothers who didn't always get along, except to make great music. When it was time for music, all animosity was put aside.

MF: ... I am not sure that's the whole story there...

FW: Hm....no, no them....the Liam and Noel Gallegher?

MF: .... are you sure?

FW: Chris and Rich Robinson?

MF: You're not helping at all here...

FW: Relax...Moose and I have been against each other before, this is not like that. At most, he's stealing my brooding crazy emo gimmick for a while..

MF: Well this little talk has done nothing to put me at ease...

Matt gets up to leave. Fire shrugs and goes back to what she was doing.

[Jack Quinn]

<Moose walks into the Destroyitarium and nods at Matt, then makes a beeline for Fire. She sees him coming and jumps to her feet, the two of them go nose to nose. Matt pulls out his phone and starts to dial Lucky so he can come do an inventory of destroyed items, but Fire and Moose don't fight. They snarl at one another for a moment, then Moose yells for 13 and they head for the OOWF Banner>

FW: Everyone knows our story. Everyone knows we had nothing growing up. We came from poverty. We came from alcoholics and junkies. We've lived in homes not fit for humans. We have seen the gutter and called it home.

MHJ: But in all that time, all those places.......we never knew rock bottom........until now. Jerking the fucking curtain against Banned From Everywhere? Are you fucking kidding me?

FW: Outside the ring, we aren't always on the same page. Inside that ring.......there is no one better, and this week Banned From Everywhere........you are victims one.

MHJ: We are going to reclaim what is ours, the world tag team titles. I don't care who has to suffer, I don't care who stands in our way, you are our enemies, and Clan Quinn leaves no enemy standing in the end.

<Moose and Fire snarl at the camera and walk back to the bar. Fire goes back to what she was doing and Moose grabs a bottle of Trust Me, takes a seat at the table and lights a cigar. Folz just shakes his head and puts his phone back in his pocket and we fade>

[L!zz~]

(Kylie is seen with her sister)

Beverly: The hostility is radiating off of you.

Kylie: Oh don't be dramatic.

Beverly: (tries not to sigh) I'm just going to say this one more time.

Kylie: You seriously think I'm jealous? (cutting her sister off)

Beverly: I don't know what to think with you anymore. I haven't for years.

Kylie: Well, you know why that is.

Beverly: Sometimes I think I do, and sometimes I think it is entirely something I'm completely unaware of.

Kylie: Whatever makes it convenient for you.

(Beverly does sigh this time)

Beverly: I have to get ready for my match.

Kylie: Good luck.

(The sisters look at each other for a long moment)

Beverly: Thanks.


(Kylie turns on her heel and heads off, Beverly staring after her)

[DrMcAwesome]

OOWF Mid-Summer Night’s Scream 11 (No. 928)
Live! From Salem, Oregon
July 28, 2019

Shizuru-Mune Mangyuniku-Cox vs Kieran Bourne
Kieran Bourne comes out and is greeted warmly by the fans, although they don't know too much about him yet. Shizuru's entrance is a lot of cheers though, as they've forgiven his weird heel period with the Saints. And we're off...

Despite his goofy antics at the beginning of his OOWF career, Shizuru is quite a talented wrestler, and he displays this to the surprise of his opponent. He runs Kieran through his paces, and it takes Bourne two to three minutes to get his bearings. He reverses a cross-ring whip to toss Shizuru into the post and smashes against him, then punctuating that with some European uppercuts. He grabs him out of the corner and into a Lifting DDT, and tries for a pin, but Shizuru easily kicks out of that before it's applied. Shizuru tries to hit a Dreammaker, but Bourne it scouted, and ducks underneath, twisting him around and into a leglock. Shizuru flops around valiantly, a little of his old silliness coming through, but it seems that's just a ruse as he flops close enough to the ropes that Bourne has to release. Just as he does, Shizuru kicks him in the chest, driving him backward. Shizuru recovers enough to re-start his offense, but this time Bourne is ready for him and the two have a fairly even few minutes back and forth. Endgame happens with Bourne tries to distract Shizuru with a faked Superkick, but Shizuru doesn't fall for it. Bourne is out of position now so Shizuru hits a BRIDGING HAMMERLOCK~!, but instead of getting a submission, he rolls it over and gets the one, two, three~!

Your winner (pinfall, 7:34), Shizuru-Mune Mangyuniku-Cox!

Clan Quinn vs Banned From Everywhere
 

OOWF Onslaught Championship: Mac Flasher (c) vs John Law
•Mac and John each hold personal stall fests to open, much to the chagrin of fans in Salem.
•When they finally make contact, John clearly overpowers the champion, using a variety of slams and throws to punish Mac.
•John hammers away at Mac with a series of right hands, finally getting Angelo Barros to step in to admonish the use of closed fists.
•Mac uses the discussion as an opening to roll John up, getting 2.
•John tries to stomp away at Mac after getting up first, but gets tripped and caught in a leg grapevine that hardly gets anything beyond a reaction of mild discomfort.
•John breaks the grapevine and mule kicks Mac in the jaw, pushing him under the ropes and to the outside.
•Mac opts to take a powder, and John is cool with it as Barros’ count rages on.
•Mac rolls in with a couple seconds to spare, avoiding a knee drop and hitting a run-up knee off his own on the downed John.
•Mac, despite his size, has issues maneuvering the larger John around.
•Mac counters this fact by altering his strategy, and just works him where he lays.
•A try at an STF is foiled by John’s ability to grab the ropes. That’s John’s first rope break.
•John stands up and eats a superkick from Mac. That gets 1.5.
•Mac stays on the offensive, showing a bit too much of the fighting spirit that made him beloved, drawing instinctive cheers from the fans.
•Mac stops that support quickly with a chop to John’s throat, though John isn’t exactly popular with any pocket of fans.
•As John gasps for air, Mac rolls him up and grabs a heaping helping of John’s belt to get a quick 3 and get the hell out.

Your winner (pinfall, 8:45), AND STILL OOWF ONSLAUGHT CHAMPION, Mac Flasher!

Postmatch: John, now incensed and with his nightstick in hand, chases Mac to the back and gets a hold of him just as security arrives. With Mac now out of reach, John takes out his frustrations on the yellow shirts, battering the lot of them before more security arrives.

OOWF Intercontinental Championship: Stacy Kirkland vs Zed 
•Zed and Stacy waste no time getting into a wild brawl, complete with a hockey-style fistfight and Mel Creech having no idea how to break it up.
•Finally, Zed gets the upper-hand, drilling Stacy with a left hand; staggering the champion.
•Zed uses a variety of high-flying and quick-strike attacks to dazzle Stacy, ending the run by pushing her into a corner and hitting a Stinger Splash.
•Stacy falls forward onto her knees, allowing Zed to put her into a La Magistral pinning attempt to get 2.
•Zed stays on the offensive, hitting a gutwrench suplex and dropping a knee across her torso.
•With the Reverend BRICK~! calling for The Answer, Zed shakes his head from side to side knowing that it’s too early. That moment of distraction, however, gives Stacy a chance to grab the advantage with a Greco-Roman shot to the groin.
•Stacy brawls through Zed’s attempts at defending himself, bloodying the challenger with a harsh elbow strike to the nose.
•Like a shark, Stacy sees the blood and works the area with extreme focus, seemingly with the intent of claiming Zed’s nose as a trophy.
•Stacy then tries to submit Zed with a standing surfboard, but Zed is able to power up and out of the hold, only to fall victim to an eye-rake.
•Rev. BRICK~!, still trying to work that last bit of heel from his system, hops onto the apron to get Creech’s attention, all while slipping a set of brass knuckles toward Zed.
•Stacy sees the foreign object first and grabs it, seemingly a punch away from an easy win.
•Creech turns around and sees Stacy loading up a punch, grabbing her arm to stop the act.
•Creech and Stacy argue, all while Zed connects on a dropkick from behind, sending Stacy into Creech.
•Creech falls to the outside and might be dead for all we know.
•Gavin “Junior” Hale runs to ringside and inserts himself into the match.
•Hale halts the proceedings to inspect Zed’s bloodied face, before heading to the ringside table to converse with ring announcer Mike Elevenbee.
•The bell rings as confusion fills the arena.

Ladies and gentlemen, OOWF Official “Junior” Hale has decided that Zed cannot continue due to excessive blood loss, therefore your winner (referee stoppage) AND STILL OOWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION is “Black Magic” Stacy Kirkland.

Postmatch: Zed drops to the outside and wallops Hale, clocking him with Stacy’s title before she can get down to stop the attack. Rev. BRICK~! pulls Zed from the fray just as Stacy drops down to the announce table, more concerned about her title than the downed official.

OOWF World Tag Team Championship Triple-Threat Match: Los Defenstrators (c) vs Frenemies vs Darlings
•While the match was not supposed to contested under tornado rules, it becomes quite clear that it’s going to be contested under tornado rules.
•Alexander pairs off with El Voltaje and Alexis pairs off with El Ecosistema as those brawls head to the outside.
•This leaves The Frenemies on the inside without a whole lot to do.
•Kylie fixes that when she hits a springboard plancha onto the Alexis-Ecosistema pairing.
•Bridget follows with a suicide dive that crashes the Alexander-Voltaje party.
•The Frenemies play up to the crowd as their four opponents lay in assorted amounts of pain on the outside.
•Los Defenestrators try to walk out with their titles and both challenging teams are OK with that, since there are no countouts.
•The Darlings and Frenemies continue the fight on the inside as Los Defenestrators return with a giant sheet of double-paned glass.
•The champs are content to watch from the outside as the challengers pummel each other.
•After Alexander sends Bridget shoulder-first into the ringpost, he and Alexis double team Kylie, finishing the flurry with a spike piledriver that gets 2.5 only because Los Defenestrators break up the cover.
•The Darlings and Los Defenestrators brawl with extreme malice, with the champs’ underhanded attack thwarted by the fact that The Darlings can heel it up, too.
•Bridget recovers and sends El Voltaje and Alexis to the outside with dropkicks before hitting a bridging German Suplex on El Ecosistema to get 1 before Alexander breaks up the count.
•Alexander pulls Bridget up by the hair, only to have Kylie clip his knee.
•Alexander writhes in pain as Ecosistema and The Frenemies each take turns stomping away.
•On the outside, Alexis bounces El Voltaje off the double-paned glass, but not through it.
•On the inside, Alexander and Ecosistema fight side by side against The Frenemies, though that union doesn’t last long when Ecosistema pulls out CHURRO DUST~!
•Alexander gets a bagful in the eyes, giving The Frenemies enough time to put on sunglasses, negating the effects of the sugary concoction.
•Ecosistema spins back around to Alexander and puts him in position for The Total Coincidence, but is backdropped into the glass, breaking it and tumbling into Alexis and Voltaje.
•On the inside, Alexander elbows Kylie in the jaw, but falls prey to a knee to the temple from Bridget.
•With Alexander woozy, Kylie staggers to her feet and heads to the top turnbuckle.
•Standing atop Bridget’s shoulders in the corner, Kylie connects on a 450 splash, made even more devastating by the extra 5-6 inches of elevation that Bridget’s shoulders provide.
•Kylie gets 2.5 on the pin try as Ecosistema rushes in to break up the cover.
•Bridget eliminates the Ecosistema issue with a superkick.
•Alexander manages a small package on Kylie, getting 2 until Bridget rolls Kylie on top and adds just enough weight to get the 3.

Your winners (pinfall, 12:59) and NEW OOWF TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS, The Frenemies!

Postmatch: Kylie and Bridget are awarded the titles and make a quick exit as four angry opponents continue their fight in and out of the ring.

Last Man Standing: Matt Folz vs Sebastian Davis
Match to be edited in later, finish shall not be spoiled (it’s a pretty good one)

OOWF World Heavyweight Championship Match: Beverly Cambridge (c) vs Jack Bullet 
Match to be edited in later, Beverly wins a back-and-forth tussle that featured a bevy of near-falls and had the crowd in Salem eating out of their hands.

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[L!zz~]

As if hit by a bolt of lightning, Jack shot out of his corner laughing hysterically. His target was no other than the man standing across the ring from him, Bill. Bill just stood back, waiting patiently. Coming in like a madman, Jack lunged for Bill as he closed in. Awaiting his perfect shot, or so he thought, Bill threw a right hand, straight for Jack’s face. Quick to react, Jack ducked the fist closing in on his face and as Bill stepped forward, Jack pushed himself off the corner and spun around, hitting Bill in the back of the head with a vicious elbow. Bill fell forward, off balance, but still remained on his feet.
Leaping into the air, Jack jumped onto his back, wrapping an arm around him and across his throat. Locking in an ugly sleeper hold, Jack began to choke the life from Bill, cutting off his air supply. Bill grabbed onto Jack’s arm with both hands, trying to pry it away from his throat. He tried, but Jack’s lock was just too tight.

Slowly, Bill walked around the ring in circles as Jack remained on his back. Second by second, Bill grew slower and slower, his face turning a darker shade of red with each step. Nearly a minute and a half has passed, but Bill remains on his feet somehow, still carrying Jack on his back who hasn’t let up one bit. Bill then begins stumbling backwards before crashing into the corner, squashing Jack against it. The impact forces Jack to ease up on the sleeper hold, just enough for Bill to get a breath of air into his lungs. Reaching back and over his head, Bill grabs ahold of Jack and then takes a step forward, pulling Jack over his head and slamming him down to the mat on his back.

With Jack at his feet, Bill’ legs give out from under him, causing him to fall to the mat but in the process he manages to connect with a knee to Jack’s forehead. The older man is heaving for every breath and with each one, he comes back to life. Pushing himself off of Jack, Bill then draws back with his right hand before swinging down and catching Jack in the jaw with a meat hook. He then swings with another, and another, hitting Jack over and over until eventually drawing blood from the mans mouth. As Bill draws back for one final blow, Jack suddenly pops up, punching Bill in the throat and knocking him backwards to the mat. Jack pushes himself up before leaping on top of Bill. The old man throws his hands up, but Jack grabs onto one. Wrapping one hand around Bill’ index finger, Jack holds Bill wrist in place before he begins to bend the finger backwards. Grunts are heard from Bill as Jack puts all of his strength into bending that one finger, even trying to snap it clean off the other mans hand. The struggle continues for a few short moments until Bill manages to reach up and wrap his other hand around the back of Jack’s head. Pulling Jack’s head down, Bill pops his up from the mat, hitting Jack across the bridge of his nose with a headbutt!

Jack rolled over to his stomach, pushing himself up to both knees with one hand planted on the mat. He covered his nose with his other hand, but it wasn’t enough to stop his blood from spilling out onto the canvas below. With Jack not paying attention to him, Bill slowly pushed himself up from the mat. Kicking his leg up, he planted his boot into Jack’s stomach, flipping him over to his back and sending floor through the air, leaving a trail to the ropes as it hit the canvas. Pulling Jack to his feet, Bill locked onto his arm, pulling him into a short-arm clothesline and knocking him to his back. Jerking Jack’s arm, he pulled him back to his feet and then whipped him across the ring into the corner where Justin stood on the apron. As Jack’s back hit the corner, Justin slammed a forearm across his shoulders, knocking him forward just a bit into a running clothesline from Bill that sandwiched him in the corner.

Bill slapped hands with Justin, making the tag before pulling Jack away from the corner. Pointing to Justin and then the top of the corner, Bill then pulled Jack’s head down between his legs and wrapped him around the waist. Justin quickly climbed the corner as Bill then lifted Jack upside down into the air. He then nodded at Justin, signaling him to jump down from the corner and as he did, Bill dropped down to the mat. Justin grabbed Jack’s feet, pushing him down even more until his head inevitably slammed against the mat from the spike piledriver delivered to him a spiked piledriver.
Rolling underneath the bottom rope, Bill exited the ring and onto the apron. Rolling Jack to his back, Justin then dropped to his knees before making the cover.

ONE
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Fire raced across the ring, leaping into the air and flying to break the pin.

THR–

Before the officials hand could slap the canvas, Bill grabbed ahold of Justin’s leg, pulling him off of Jack. With Justin now out of the way, Fire braced herself before crash landing on top of her partner!
After having pulled Justin out and down to the floor on his stomach, Bill climbs onto the apron, surprisingly standing to his feet quicker than Jack who is still on his back. Fire checks in with Jack who is out of it. Grabbing a handful of Fire’s hair, Bill pulls her away from Jack and in to the ropes between them. After a short struggle, Fire frees herself and as she turns around to face Bill, BFD rushes in from behind and pulls him down from the apron. Bill lands on his feet somehow.

On the inside of the ring, Fire assists Jack to his feet, as the two regroup it, Justin snuck in and grabbed both of their heads, slamming them together! Jack dropped to one knee, still feeling the aftermath from the spike piledriver from earlier. Locking onto Fire’s wrist, Justin then went to whip herbto the far corner. Just as he was about to release, Fire countered and sent Justin racing to the corner instead. Justin slammed into the corner with force and right behind him, Fire flew through the air, connecting with a splash and sandwiching Justin against the corner.
The heights Fire leaped to managed to take her body over the top rope after connecting with Justin. Landing to her feet on the apron, Fire looked across the ring at the freight train charging full speed ahead. It was Jack and his destination was set on the man standing across from him, well leaning in the corner barely even able to stand on his own two feet. Lowering his head and dropping his shoulder, Jack bursts forward, lunging his entire body and driving his shoulder into Justin’s stomach. The impact of Jack’s shoulder to his stomach force a mouthful of spit to launch from body’s mouth, nearly clearing the entire ring before splattering upon the canvas.

Jack looked to Fire to make a tag. He was tired, still in a daze from being spiked on his head, and knew tagging in a fresh body was the best move to make at this point in the match. Fire made the tag with Jack and quickly dipped through the ropes. She and Jack shared a short moment of eye contact, but nothing more as Jack exited the ring and Fire went to work. With an open hand, Fire began chopping Justin across the chest, over and over. After six chops across the chest, Fire then threw one vicious forearm shot, hitting Justin directly in the mouth. Out of desperation, Justin lunged forward with a right, barely missing as Fire ducked it and stepped in behind him. Wrapping both arms around Justin’s waist, Fire then lifted him off his feet before falling back, slamming Justin into the corner with a German suplex.

Fire popped up to her feet, full of energy and excitement. Pulling Justin by the arm, she lifted him up from the seated position he was in with his back to the corner. Whipping him to the ropes, Fire then followed behind him. Justin hit the ropes with his back and right there in front of him was Fire charging in with a clothesline. Squatting down, Justin ducked the clothesline before standing back up, lifting Fire with his shoulder and taking her over the top rope. Fire managed to land on her feet, just in time to duck a wild back fist from Justin as he spun around. Grabbing onto the middle rope, Fire then pulled her upper body through the ropes, driving her shoulder into Justin’s stomach. Standing tall, Fire hooked an arm over Justin’s head before reaching over the ropes and grabbing his waistband. Lifting Justin upside down into the air, Fire pulled him over the top rope before turning her body and falling back onto the apron, dropping Justin down to the floor below with a suplex!
Pulling herself up with the ropes, Fire stood to her feet. She looked down to the floor where Bill has now run onto the scene. Racing over to Justin, Bill checked in with him. He then looked up and his lights lit up like a deer in the headlights. Fire was running along the apron and headed straight for him. Leaping off the apron, Fire flew through the air towards Justin. In mid air, Fire drew back before firing away with a superman punch. From the side, Bill came out of nowhere, wrapping his arms around Fire and tackling her into the side of the apron. The official then began his ten count, with both Fire and Justin on the outside of the ring.

“One! … Two!”

Not releasing Fire, Bill turned completely around and charged towards the barricade separating the fans from the action. Fire threw fists down onto Bill’ back, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t slow him down or cause him to skip a single beat. Lowering Fire while running forward, Bill then slamming her sideways into the barricade, driving the top part of the barricade into his rib cage.

“Three! … Four!”

Dropping Fire to her feet, Bill then grabbed the back of his head and slammed it down onto the top of the barricade. Pulling it back up, he then slammed it down again, and again. Going for a fourth, Bill squeezed her head tightly with his giant hand and as he began to slam Fire’s head down, his movements came to an abrupt stop by Moosehead Jack!
Bill quickly releases Fire’s head and swings for Jack’s head, missing but receiving a headbutt to the mouth in return.

“Five! … Six!”

The headbutt knocked Bill backwards into the barricade where Jack then took it upon himself to kick the older man right between the legs, driving his foot upward and planting it into his crotch!

“Seven! … Eight!”

While this all goes on, Justin slowly climbs onto the apron before sneaking back into the ring. With Bill unable to fight at the moment, Jack then helps Fire to her feet, not bothering to check his wound to the head that is now bleeding, he just helps her stand. Literally doing all of the work, Jack carried Fire towards the ring.

“Nine!”

Before the official could shout ten, Jack lifted Fire up and rolled her back underneath the ropes and into the ring. The officials count was dead, so Jack then took it upon himself to slide into the ring as well. Popping to his feet before Justin could, Jack charged towards him. Justin stood to his feet and swung for Jack’s head, missing and spinning completely around. Jack then hooked his arms underneath Justin’s applying a full nelson and lifting Justin off of his feet. From across the ring, the official began the five count, aiming it directly at Jack.

“One! … Two!”

Dropping Justin back to his feet, Jack then used all of his strength, driving his feet downward as he lifted Justin into the air. Turning his body with Justin in the air, Jack then jumped forward and before you knew it, he fell down on top of Justin, driving Justin’s face into the canvas!

“Three! … Four!”

Hearing the official shout four, Jack then pushed himself up to all fours and quickly crawled across the mat, sliding underneath the bottom ropes and exiting onto the apron. Slowly rising to his feet, Fire limps over to Justin, never once removing her hand from over the laceration across her head from the blunt impact of the barricade. Justin remains down, out of it after eating the mat at the hands of Jack. Rolling Justin over to his back, Fire then climbs over top of him, making the cover. But Moose has second thoughts and stops her. Fire looks at him quizzically but he gestures for her to pick him up. Fire hesitates but than does so, as the official begins jawing at them.

Moose cups the face of his old friend, we are unable to hear the words he whispers as he leans into his ear, but as Jack grips Bill’s head he again brings his knee up to the older man’s groin. Repeatedly. Bill is unable to react, try to protect himself as Fire grabs him from behind in a sleeper! Jack rolls out of the ring and dives under the ring. The ref looks like he needs a long vacation and checks on Bill.
Jack rolls back into the ring, holding up a bag and shaking it with a malicious grin. As Fire lies Bill across the mat, Jack sprinkles the tacks over Bill’s prone body. The official is trying to pull Jack away but Jack stands firm. Fire kicks Bill in the head as he begins to stir. With a nod the siblings begin to STOMP the acks into Bill’s body. Bill screams as dozens of tacks pierce his skin and cause bleeding. With an evil laugh, Jack stops, dropping and rolling out of the ring to leave Fire to it at the refs final warning.
Fire drags Bill up once again, hooking his head, DIRTY DEEDS! Slamming him into the mat face down and forcing the tacks further into his body. Rolling him over, she hooks his leg, applying as much pressure as possible.

ONE
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THREE

[DrMcAwesome]

OOC: Posted in the wrong thread because I'm a moron.