[Tommy]

*Firewoman is SLEEPING~! and Phantos, being one of the chosen few to have access to "Firewoman's Locker Room" has just come in to wake her up.*

P: Miss Firewoman?

*silence*

P: Miss Firewoman? *puts his hand on her shoulder*

*Firewoman sits straight up and gives an EVIL-ASS look to Phantos, but she regains her bearings and seems to soften a bit*

FW: What is it, Phantos?

P: Team meeting, ma'am. Much obliged if you join us.

FW: Can't I just sleep?

P: I'd really like it if you were there, Miss Firewoman.

FW: *gets the MURDER look again briefly before something, again seems to calm her down a little* I'll be just a minute, Phantos.

P: *fake tips his hat* Thank you, ma'am.

*Phantos leaves, and was Firewoman smiling? She might have been, but she is one surly person now, and she storms out of her room to the meeting area. Standing at the doorway with a glass of unnamed caffeine-free cola and a small bag of some caffeine-free chocolates is Davin Moreland, who hands them to her*

DM: Good morning.

FW: I'd tell you to fuck off, but thank you for these.

DM: Can we talk after the meeting? I have an idea for you.

FW: Is it quick?

DM: Pretty quick, yeah. then you can go back to sleep.

*Davin sits down next to Samantha, Alexander and Alexis are sitting next to each other, and Firewoman and Lucios are on the same couch; but Fire is leaning against the corner of the couch and looks about ready to sleep*

P: Thanks for coming everyone. Let's get started...

*The meeting rolls on, everyone gets a chance to go over match strategy and strategy in general for the better part of an hour before things start to break up. Firewoman makes a beeline to her locker room, but Davin cuts her off*

FW: Ok, seriously. Move. I'll kill you.

DM: Hear me out. I have an idea about your match.

FW: Didn't we just do this like 3 minutes ago?

DM: Not this. It's simple, here's all you have to do.

*Davin whispers the idea in her ear so the Ninja Hyperbolic Mics don't pick it up*

FW: I really should have thought of that myself.

DM: But you didn't. I did. *he beams with a huge smile*

FW: You did. Get the fuck out of my way please. *she crashes on her bed before the door closes behind her*

SD: Davin! I dropped something behind the bed, can you help me get it?

AD: I can he-

LD: No you can't. This is their puke code again. Samantha, why not just say "Davin, come in here so we can fuck!"?

SD: Because I'm not a gutter-slut like you, Alexis *grin*

AD: Hey!

LD: Bitch.

AD: Don't talk about Ale-

*He gets ELBOWED in the ribs by Alexis*

LD: Let's not go here right now, k brother dear?

DM: Yeah, let's not open that can of worms.

LD: SERIOUSLY though, Davin.

DM: I know, but if you want to keep the PG-14 rating on the show, these are the sacrifices we must make.

*Kayfabe kicks the door down and poses with a katana*

DM: Oh, save it Kayfabe. I'm done.

*Kayfabe slumps her shoulders and leaves*

LD: It's disgusting though. Seriously.

DM: Oh please, it could be worse. We could be doing that baby-talk bullshit or PDAs or any number of things. This is tame.

LD: I should probably move my bed then.

DM: It's right up against that wall, isn't it?

*Alexis nods*

DM: Well, I'd help you, but Samantha would probably get mad.

SD: Samantha is ALREADY getting mad. You're wasting his time, Alexis.

LD: Really? How about go fuck yourself, cuntrag?

SD: How about go fuck YOURself, trash-bag ho.

*Davin and Alexander simultaneously get in between the two*

Both: ENOUGH!

SD: Fine. I'll be in the other room *She leaves*

LD: UGH can't STAND her sometimes.

DM: If you weren't acting like a 12-year-old it probably wouldn't be that bad.

LD: What the fuck does that mean?

DM: You know EXACTLY what the fuck that means. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go look for something or whatever.

*Davin leaves*

AD: Sister dear?

LD: WHAT?

AD: What EXACTLY is your problem.

*Alexis looks to speak, and decides against it*

LD: Nothing brother dear. Come help me move my bed.

*They both leave. Phantos and Lucios, apparently forgotten, have been sitting there the whole time, taking it all in and sipping on Aquafina*

L: Man.

P: Yup. Poor Davin.

L: He has no idea.

P: Yup.

L: Yup.

P: Uh huh.

L: So, you and Firewoman seem to be getting along better lately.

P: Yup.

L: Why?

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

*fade*

[DevSop]

Alexander walks into Lexie's bedroom and slumps against the wall.

Alexis: And what's wrong with you?

Alexander: It's nothing really.

Lexie: Out with it brother dear.

Alexander: First of all I don't want any smart-ass comments from you. I'm being serious here for a change.

Alexis sits down on the bed and seems to be really looking at her brother. She zips her lip and motions for Alex to continue.

Right, anyway. I didn't get into this business to prove I was the most powerful or the toughest guy in the world. And I'm not going to lie and say titles and power don't mean anything, because we both know that would be bullshit. But I feel as if we're in a good place right now. Run DEA can and will dominate this company for as long as we want.

Alexis: Is this about being top of the food chain because I thought we...

Alexander: It's not that at all. Davin is the champ and that's right where DEA needs him to be. That's kind of my point though. I didn't actually become a wrestler for the limelight. If I wanted that, I could be playboying my way through Hollywood and knocking up random Disney chicks.

Alexis: You make me sick sometimes.

Alexander: Oh be quiet, you know I'm just fucking with ya. But seriously, we both know that if the light fell on me I could shine, but I don't fucking care about that. Somehow I lost what it was I wanted in this business.

Alexis: And what is it you want Alex?

Alexander: To be remembered as the best and that's not going to happen if I turn myself into some glorified backyard wrestler who can only swing a barb-wire bat and some light tubes.

Alexis: Brother, even if that's what you want, you know there are people out there...

Alexander: You mean, like Poe?

Alexis: Yes Alex...like Poe. Like Moose. Like Hansen and Mags and the rest of Drunk & Desolute that will come after you that way.

Alexander: I know that and I don't think I can avoid that aspect of who I am and what I've become. But I know I can do more than that too. I think I'm...yes I have an idea.

Alexis: Oh fuck me...your ideas always involve me doing something I don't like.

Alexander: Thanks for the faith. Now listen closely.

Alexander gets up off the floor and goes to sit next to his sister on the bed and starts whispering in her ear. She nods as he starts talking and a slow smile starts to creep up on her face and then it vanishes.

Alexis: YOU WANT ME TO BE NICE TO WHO?

I truly fucking hate you sometimes brother dear. But it could work. If not, there may be another way.

Now help me move this bed.

Alexander: Yes sister Darling.

[Mikey]

[Johnny Adrenaline walks into the TCH locker room, where AA is eating a sandwich, just like old times.]

JA: Tuuuuude, what's up, man? Kinda like old times, huh?

AA: If it were old times, someone would tell you to shut the fuck up.

JA: Well, that's probably a....

AA: SHUT THE FUCK UP JOHNNY!

JA: Damn you!

AA: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Been a while since I've been able to do that. Hey, why haven't we cut a big ass return promo? I mean, we're in the friggin Invitational this week for cryin out loud!

JA: I dunno, man. I'm rusty. I haven't had to cut a promo in months. I look around and I see corporate sponsors and pretty colored fonts and pictures, and ya know... there's a lotta pressure.

AA: Johnny, lemme show you something...

[AA digs into his bag and pulls out the 2006 and 2008 PROMO OF THE YEAR TROPHIES!!]

AA: These... are fucking yours, man.

JA: Whoa! We won again?

AA: Fucking right we did. Remember the Tryout Tape promo?

JA: Uh huh...

AA: Fucking gold. Held up all year - that was all you, man!

JA: Well, uh... awesome!

AA: All the pretty colors and the sponsors and the pictures... fuck them, we did it first and we did it better! These are YOURS, Johnny...

[AA hands Johnny the trophies - Johnny is speechless]

AA: You are now "The Two Time Promo Award-Winning" Johnny Adrenaline!

JA: Well, enough IS enough, and it's time for a change!

AA: That's damn right... change it to how it used to be.

JA: The Chickenshit Heels...?

AA: Winning the Invitational.

JA: Let's do it.

[Johnny, trophies in hand, and AA, sandwich in hand, head out, ready to take on the Midnight Sons TOMORROW NIGHT on Midweek Mayhem!]

[blownspot]

FFC - C'MON MAN!

Stank - No, Lock!

FFC - It WON'T matter! We're in a fucking RED state!

<Stank downs the rest of his beer inside the Five Aces bar in Springfield, Kentucky. Outback Jack and the Midnight Sons are seated at a nearby booth. FFC sits with Stank at the bar.>

Stank - Perception is everything and I don't want to fuck up things for Obama!

FFC - Where is THAT shit coming from? You know THIS is WHAT we DO!

Stank - We've got a mobile Destroyitarium now with our own bartender, piano player, and barmaid. We don't bust up the locals, steal their bars and, call it the Destroyitarium anymore!

FFC - Well I'm back and I say we do this! You never had a problem with it before.

Stank - What's the point anyway? It's almost game time. We'll be using the place for the next couple of hours and then it's off to another city. Meanwhile we'll have left yet another mess for Rick, the lawyers, and management to clean up and... hmmm.

FFC - Exactly.

Stank - ... You know the drill. Don't spill too much beer, coral all the pretty girls to the back, No working over the kitchen staff, and for god's sake Lock be careful with what you do with the pool cues.

FFC - Why do you ALWAYS bring that up? It was only the ONE time!

Stank - Whatever... you and the boys have fun. The Obama thing still bothers me.

FFC - For fuck's sake. These people don't give a shit about that. They've already made up their minds to vote for who they want. Are you so vain as to believe that your black ass, wrecking this place, will tip any swing voters that happen to be in here, toward McCain?

Stank - No... but it doesn't take much to change voters minds.

FFC - You're determined to take the fun out of this, aren't you?

Stank - I'll meet you back at the Destroyitarium.

FFC - *sigh* You're going by yourself? What if Run..

Stank - I hope they do.

<Stank grabs a mozzarella cheesestick, dips it in marinara, pops the whole thing in his mouth and downs the rest of Lock's beer, before heading out the door. FF Capslock stares at the door as it closes behind Stank.>

FFC - ... AW MAN!

<Fade>

[Jack Quinn]

<Stank leaves the bar just as kz show up to head inside>

MHJ: You leavin already?

Sta: Yeah Lock is about to bust up the place and I don't want to hurt Obama's chances

LDW: Politics down here are so weird

Sta: Look, these are........people set in their ways, if they see a black man wreck their bar, it will only reinforce certain ideas. I would rather not take the chance

MHJ: Wait, I think I have an idea, wait here.

Sta: What the hell is he doing?

LDW: I have no idea

<Moose returns with a white sheet with a couple of eyeholes cut out and throws it over Stank's head and hands him a mirror>

MHJ: There



Sta: Are you out of your fucking mind? There is NO WAY IN HELL I am going in there in this

MHJ: Why not?

Sta: Why..........WHY NOT? LOOK AT ME! I LOOK LIKE CASPER THE DERANGED FUCKING GHOST!

MHJ: Fine, you big baby, let me adjust it.........there



<LD's eyes go wide and Stank slowly looks from the mirror to Moose>

Sta: I am about one second away from killing you

MHJ: You WILL fit in........

Sta: CHANGE IT THE FUCK BACK!

MHJ: Fine



LDW: There, no one will notice

Sta: I am a 300 pound black man in a smiling ghost costume, and no one will notice?

MHJ: I hear there are some DEA fans in there

Sta: Let's go

<the three enter the bar, and in a matter of seconds, loud screams and breaking furniture is heard>

[karmic]

***OOC***
Moose, you owe me a monitor, a cup of coffee, half a cigarette, and a lung. EXALT!
***OOC***

[Concrete TG]

(Fire is awake and grumpy and walking through the Hall of Random Encounters (because catering's on the other end) )

??: Coffee?

FW: (glances up)

CTG: (offering her a mug) I hope that you're rested for tonight's match.

FW: (rolling eyes) lemme guess... decaf latte with no sugar?

CTG: certainly not, Citi-

FW: will you just call me Fire and be done with it??

CTG: *ahem* it seems my peace offering is already off to a bad start. Fire, I realize that our General Manager will not, and at this late juncture cannot, change the card to our benefit, at least we can work out some strategy. I know Stank well and FFC won't be that difficult to figure out. We don't have to be friends for this, we just have to work together. Purely a professional agreement - should we win the tournament, so much the better.

FW: (sleepy glare)

CTG: (offers the cup again) it has two shots of espresso, that should help.

FW: (takes the cup) that's more like it.

CTG: (reaches into a plastic bag he's carrying and takes out a can of ...Lost Perfect 10 ) Now then, I have set up an area where we can look over some of Drink and Destroy's work. From here we will be able to formulate a proper strategy.

FW: (sipping coffee) right.

(the two walk down the hall, Crete already tossing out ideas for the match while FW is completely focused on the coffee)

[blownspot]

***OOC***
Moose, you owe me a monitor, a glass of iced tea (sweetened), a broccoli and cheese baked potato , and a lung. EXALT!
***OOC***

[Jack Quinn]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem/OOWF Invitational Tag Team Tournament 2008
Live! From Springfield, Kentucky

OOWF Invitational Tag Team Tournament 2008[/u]

The Four Horsemen Division

IHOP vs. CAPE TOWN CANNIBALS

Angelo Barros is YOUR referee!

Cannibals stomp out first, trying to scare the crowd but only getting laughs and jeers from the fans. IHOP charges the ring before the Cannibals get in and Skurge mows em both down! SYB claps as he watches his partner toss them both into the ring. He tosses SYB in as well before taking his place in the corner. Barros gets between the cannibals and SYB before any hostilities escalate.

SYB starts against WWE, who is looking very confident. The two lock up and SYB shoves WWE away and poses. Crowd laughs. WWE charges in and they lock up again. WWE shoves SYB away and WWE mocks SYB's pose. Crowd boos. WWE charges with a clothesline but SYB drops down, and WWE tumbles into the corner where Skurge looms over him. WWE scrabbles away and runs into SYB's clothesline! SYB happily stomps on WWE while TNA mock-rallies the crowd. He proudly drops an elbow and waves at TNA as the ref counts 1, 2, - WWE kicks out. SYB stands WWE up and SLAPS THE TASTE OUT OF HIS MOUTH! The nerve of him kicking out of his devastating offense! WWE SLAPS HIM BACK and SYB runs for the corner. WWE is too focused on SYB and eats a knuckle sandwich from Skurge! Barros admonishes Skurge, who steps away from the corner a moment as SYB gets back to his feet. SYB sees the prone WWE and flops in what I think was a jackknife pin cover, but it's a bit sloppy so it takes a moment for them to position - the jostling only nets a 2 count as WWE wriggles free. He crawls frantically for the other corner but SYB grabs a foot. WWE regains his footing and stuns SYB with an enzugiri before tagging TNA in. TNA bounds up the ropes and flattens SYB with a CORKSCREW SENTON! He rolls to his feet immediately and lands a STANDING MOONSAULT! 1, 2, NO! TNA pulls SYB to his feet and whips him across the ring- reversed- SYB vaults TNA into the air and TNA comes down with a dropkick before hitting the mat- hard. SYB crawls over to TNA, who must have hit his head when he landed as he crawls toward the wrong corner! Skurge swipes at TNA before SYB catches him to roll him up! 1, 2, NO! TNA rolls back to his feet and taunts SYB. Skurge takes a couple more swipes at TNA, actually getting a fistful of hair and dragging him to the corner. Barros breaks that up quickly and Skurge shoves TNA out of the corner, where SYB catches him and manages to German suplex him. The two are quickly back to their feet and words are exchanged again. SYB threatens to tag in Skurge but before he can turn around TNA wraps him up with a HURRICANRANA! SYB tumbles toward the ropes where TNA closes in. Risking being in reach of Skurge again, TNA puts SYB to the ropes and whips him across the ring. The two grapplers leapfrog and dodge a few times before the two of them meet in the middle with the same idea and CROSSBODY EACH OTHER! They both collapse to the mat as Skurge slaps his forehead in disbelief. WWE reaches out for a tag as Barros starts a ten count. Skurge is stomping the mat and the crowd is calling for him, SYB crawling to his corner, TNA crawling for his, HOT TAGS! Skurge hits the ring running and FLATTENS WWE! He grabs WWE and tosses him into the ring despite Barros' protests! Skurge slings em both to the ropes and the charge him with a double clothesline! NO SALE! The cannibals start swinging away but that's only making him angrier! He grabs WWE first and throws him to a corner, then throws TNA back to his own corner. TNA sneaks out of the ring as Skurge SPLATTERS WWE in the corner. He then hip tosses him about 3/4 across the ring and marches over. Before TNA can get off the apron Skurge grabs him and puts him on the top rope. "Do something flippy!" he orders. TNA glares at Skurge but guesses this might be his only chance to save his teammate. He leaps off in hopes of pulling off a CORKSCREW THEZ RANA but when he lands on Skurge's shoulders he POWERBOMBS TNA ON TOP OF WWE! Crowd explodes in cheers as Barros makes the 3 count.
WINNERS in 9:34 IHOP


GAELIC STORM vs. THE DEAD & BLITZ

Dead and Blitz make their way to the ring first, determination etched on their faces. They step through the ropes and warm up, and Dead reminds Blitz of the consequences of screwing up. The house lights dim, and a rumble is heard throughout the arena. It grows louder until the tricked out forklift bursts through the curtain, bringing Gaelic Storm to the ring. Seamus McNasty and Damon Wrath hop off the forklift and into the ring, and Seamus hands the Onslaught Title to referee Angelo Barros as the forklift moves back up the aisle. Barros hands the belt to the timekeeper and calls for the bell. Blitz and Wrath start out for their teams. They lock up and Wrath shoves Blitz, sending him somersaulting back to his corner. Blitz rolls to his feet and launches himself out of the corner, but Wrath catches him with a power slam. He hooks the leg, but Dead is in to break it up. Both Wrath and Barros turn their attention to Dead, allowing Blitz to hit a low blow from behind, even as he shoots Dead a glare. Wrath doubles over and Blitz goes to the ropes, planting him with a bulldog. Blitz climbs the turnbuckles and hits Wrath with a frog splash, hooking the leg and getting a two count before Seamus breaks it up. Wrath gets to his knees as Barros sends Seamus out, and Blitz blindsides him with a kick to the head. Blitz shoves Wrath into the corner and makes the tag. Dead comes in and lays into Wrath with punches, then slings him to the ropes. He tries to Close the Casket, but Wrath dodges, trapping Dead and taking him over with a suplex. Wrath rolls to his corner and makes the tag. Seamus storms into the ring and levels Dead with a clothesline. Blitz comes in and gets the same treatment. Seamus slams Dead, then tosses Blitz over the top rope to the floor. He turns, catches Dead with a boot to the stomach, and drops him with a DDT. He goes to the ropes, but gets low-bridged by Blitz and tumbles to the outside. Blitz moves in to attack, but Wrath turns him inside out with a clothesline. Wrath slings Blitz into the ring steps and commences the beat down as Seamus climbs onto the apron. Dead greets him by Closing the Casket, sending Seamus flying into the ringside barrier. Dead climbs onto the apron and hits a diving clothesline onto Wrath as Blitz chop blocks him from behind. Dead and Blitz turn their attention to Seamus, stuffing the big man under the ropes and climbing into the ring. Dead and Blitz go on a tear with tandem offence, rocking Seamus with a series of kicks before slinging him to the ropes and planting him with a flapjack. Wrath climbs onto the apron, but is knocked back off by a tandem elbow. They shove Seamus into the corner, then do a dosey-doe that sends Blitz hard into the corner with a Stinger splash. Seamus stumbles out of the corner and Dead sweeps his legs as Blitz goes high with a Spin Kick – Total Elimination! Blitz heads to the outside and Dead moves to cover, but Wrath climbs back onto the apron. Dead goes to Close the Casket, but doesn’t see Blitz sprinting across the ring. Blitz dives at Wrath, but Dead’s kick catches him in mid-air. Blitz slams into Wrath and they both tumble to the outside. Dead takes a moment to berate his partner, which turns out to be a mistake, as Dead turns back to Seamus and is greeted by a boot to the face. Seamus grabs Dead and drives him to the mat with the Wild Rover. Seamus covers and Barros counts One…Two…Blitz tries to dive into the ring, but Wrath pulls him back…Three.
WINNERS, in 14:37, Gaelic Storm

After the match: Gaelic Storm celebrate in the aisle as Blitz slides into the ring. Blitz and Dead exchange heated words, and Dead starts to walk away, then turns back and hits the CLOSE THE CASKET! Blitz slumps to the mat, barely conscious. Dead leaves the ring and returns with a chair and goes all HBK on Cade on Blitz, beating him MERCILESSLY with the chair. Dead pulls Blitz to his feet and hits a PILEDRIVER on the chair! Blitz is OUT! Officials flood the ring and pull Dead off of Blitz and shove him to the back while medics try to get the neck collar on Blitz and get him to the back and the waiting ambulance.

The Steiner Brothers Division

FIREWOMAN & CONCRETE TG vs. DRINK & DESTROY

This match in the Invitational should prove to be very interesting, and the crowd agrees as they get to their feet in anticipation. Lots of interesting storylines in play here. “Front Line” by Pillar fires up, and there is a BIG round of applause starts for Concrete Takaken Gryfon, which shortly changes to a markedly mixed reaction, as Firewoman is a couple of steps behind Crete – clearly wanting to be just about anywhere else. Crete is rocking the full-on “Heroes Guild” pep talk, and Fire isn’t pickin’ up what she’s laying down, and as soon as she walks into the ring, goes immediately to the apron on the outside and grabs the tag rope. I’m guessing Crete’s gonna be going first. “Skin” by Nonpoint fires up, and the crowd goes absolutely batshit as we see the Old Drink & Destroy back together again for the first time in over a year. They both slap hands with the crowd and climb into the ring. They both look at Crete, but start yelling at Firewoman, making threats, etc. Firewoman looks in their direction, but mostly just looks bored. Referee Junior Hale sees the combatants are ready, and calls for the bell…WE’RE UNDERWAY!

Stank and Capslock have a quick conversation, and it looks like Capslock will go first, as will Crete, obviously. They lock up, and Capslock works a headlock. Crete reverses into an arm wringer, and Capslock has apparently had enough wrestling and LEVELS Crete with a clothesline. He pick Crete up and hits a HUGE Power bomb, and tags in Stank to a huge applause. Stank puts the boots to Crete, eventually tossing him in the corner and hitting a HUGE SPLASH in the corner. Crete stumbles out. Stank hits a PILEDRIVER and covers, that gets 2. Stank pulls Crete to his corner and tags in Capslock. Stank puts Crete on his shoulders; and Capslock climbs to the top turnbuckle. Capslock hits a BIG FLYING CLOTHESLINE OFF THE TOP ROPE and KILLS Crete. Capslock picks Crete up, and is looking for the GREETINGS FROM FRESNO! Crete out of NOWHERE hits a HUGE DDT OUT OF NOWHERE!

Both men are down, and Hale starts a count. Capslock starts moving first at 6, and starts to crawl to his corner. Crete is doing the same, and crawls toward Firewoman. Crete gets a burst of energy and DIVES across the ring to his corner and sticks his hand out…and Firewoman flips him off and jumps off the apron and starts walking up the ramp to an AMAZINGLY LOUD chorus of boos. Firewoman starts to laugh hysterically, and flips off the crowd while she’s at it, and makes her way backstage. Crete looks like his puppy dog just died, and doesn’t notice that Capslock has tagged in Stank who, while sympathetic, doesn’t exactly slow down, as he starts to put the boots to Crete again. Stank pulls Crete up and WHIPS him into the ropes. Stank is quick to Crete and hits a HUGE BELLY TO BELLY…But CRETE SOMEHOW LANDS ON HIS FEET! CEMENT MIXER! Crete collapses to the mat, and Stank is out.

Hale starts another count, and Crete’s moving first, and is able to somehow drag his arm over Stank…1, 2…NO! Stank just does get the shoulder up, and he manages to start crawling to his corner. Crete does the same, until he realizes that no one is there, and then tries to pull himself up to his feet. Stank tags in Capslock, and Capslock charges across the ring, but Crete BACK BODY DROPS CAPSLOCK OVER THE ROPES! The big man SKINS THE CAT, and hits a BIG Forearm to the back of Crete’s head, and he falls to his knees. Capslock shakes out the cobwebs and goes across the ring and tags a still-recovering Stank before going back to Crete. Capslock picks Crete up…GREETINGS FROM FRESNO! He nods to Stank who walks into the ring and puts Crete on his shoulders…STANK-U! Stank hooks the leg as Capslock counts with the crowd.
WINNERS in 7:18 by PINFALL…STANK and FF CAPSLOCK!

ERIC O’MAC & CHRIS COLE vs. TYSON KINCAID & OUTBACK JACK

It’s time for another first round match in the 2nd ever OOWF Tag Team Invitational and we have an unlikely pairing of Outback Jack and Tyson Kincaid as they face two of the best tag team wrestlers in OOWF history and guys that either have or are looking to make their mark in singles competition now; Chris Cole and Eric O’Mac. Jack and Kincaid are already in the ring as Cole’s “Master of Puppets” begins to play and coming out together to please every tag team wrestling fan in the world is Cole and O’Mac. Eric has his trademark Oakley’s on and he’s got a sneer plastered across your face as he tries to avoid the fans on his way down to the ring. He and Cole are going over some last minute advice as they get into the ring. Sterling Glaw gets Tyson and Cole out of the ring and we have OBJ and EOM locking up as the bell rings.

The two guys who have just recently battled in a brutal Taipei match and now they are trading counters in the center of the ring. It goes to show you how well versed everyone in the OOWF really is. Both men tag in and out and it’s been a quick-paced tag match as Chris Cole and Tyson Kincaid are in the ring. Tyson looks like he’s got the advantage as he’s got Cole reeling after successive dropkicks, but he makes a rookie mistake and goes to the well once too often as Cole grabs onto the ropes and TK splats on his back. Quick tag to Eric and he’s putting the boots to Tyson. There’s a certain violence to these kicks and it looks like a once friendship may be disintegrating.

Eric refuses to let up and he keeps kicking away at Kincaid and Glaw tries to break it up but he’s pushed away by Eric who really seems hell bent on kicking Tyson through the mat. Finally OBJ has had enough and it’s a pier 6 brawl as he takes Eric down with a flying shoulder tackle. Cole quickly gets in and starts trading blows with Jack. Cole gets Outback reeling and plants him with a Implant DDT. Cole is really kicking into another gear as he walks over and helps Eric to his feet, but for a split second Eric doesn’t realize who it is and he hits Cole with a spinning back fist. Cole is dazed and it leaves him easy pickings for Tyson Kincaid who walks up to Cole and hits him with an Ura-Nage Backbreaker.

Cole staggers back and he gets taken out of it even more when OBJ hits THE BOOMERANG and Chris Cole goes flying over the top rope. This could be trouble for Eric O’Mac because he doesn’t see OBJ stalking him from behind even as he has already power bombed Kincaid once and looks to be going for the double. He gets him up for the second but OBJ comes bouncing off the ropes and hits a roaring elbow to the back of Eric’s skull. EOM is about to drop TK, but Tyson uses his athleticism and he rolls Eric up with a small package and he bridges back.

Glaw gets into position and starts the count…

1…OBJ cuts Chris Cole off before he can get back in the ring.
2…Eric tries to roll a shoulder but he’s got no leverage.
AND 3.

The bell rings just as Eric finally gets out from under Tyson, but it’s too late as we have a huge upset here.

Tyson Kincaid has pinned Eric O’Mac and now the only winner of the inaugural tournament has been eliminated. And so has one of the best tag team wrestlers in OOWF history in Chris Cole.
WINNERS in 9:49 and moving on to the 2nd round…Tyson Kincaid and Outback Jack.

The Legion of Doom Division

THE CHICKENSHIT HEELS vs. THE MIDNIGHT SONS

AA and Johnny enter first , and Capps makes the ring announcer introduce Johnny as "The Two Time Promo Award Winning" Johnny Adrenaline. Magnusson and Hansen could give a shit about trophies and rush the ring, TCH scattering to the floor. Johnny tries to sneak back in, but DHM drops him with a right hand and Magnusson puts the boots to him as the bell sounds. AA breaks that up, but DHM gets a spine buster. Stiff clothesline for JA sends him to the floor, and an inverted atomic drop sets up a Hart Attack by the Sons. Johnny's legal and comes back in with a double axe handle, but Spin punches him in the gut, and JA does the flip sell job upon landing. Up by the hair, and a short clothesline takes him back down... then another... then a third, and on the fourth Spin scoops him up for a running power slam. Cover gets two, tag back to DHM. Magnusson drops some elbows, then drags Johnny up. JA rakes the eyes, and a belly to back suplex gets a quick two. Johnny grabs a front face lock and drags him over for a tag to AA. Capps hops in with a measured kick to the ribs, and a couple of closed fists take DHM down to a knee. AA gets a running start and wants a running knee lift, but Magnusson catches him and uses his momentum to send him sailing into the ropes, and Capps gets tangled up. DHM kicks the shit out of him until the ref breaks it, so he tags Spin back in as Johnny is down the apron to free AA. Spin pops Johnny with a right hand to send him to the floor, and AA begs off. Spin pounds him down, then clotheslines him in the corner. Spin puts him in a torture rack, but Johnny slides in and takes his knees out, and AA lands on top. One, two... but Spin kicks out. Magnusson chases Johnny around the ring, but when JA slides back in, the ref stops Magnusson, allowing TCH to get some double teaming in behind the refs back, and a double hotshot puts Spin back down. They fake a tag - when AA could've easily tagged in Johnny - and Adrenaline sends Hansen to the ropes and gets a back elbow - straight into a measured elbow drop, with Johnny being sure to do the sprinkler first, and that of course misses. Tag to DHM and Johnny's in trouble. Magnusson hits a big suplex on Adrenaline. AA's in and immediately gets dropped. Backdrop for Johnny, backdrop for AA. Atomic drop for Johnny, and Spin comes back in with a lariat for AA that sends him to the floor. High Times for Johnny, and he's cooked. One, two, but AA pulls the ref out. DREAM STREET for Johnny, but he hooks the ropes with his left foot to break the hold, and DHM pounds him down again. Magnusson picks Johnny up for a slam, but AA slides in with one of Johnny's trophies. DHM see him and drops Johnny, but Spin grabs the trophy from behind anyway. Before Hansen can use it, the ref grabs it from him instead and scolds him and sends him back to the corner. DHM grabs Johnny again, this time for an Oklahoma Slam... but as he charges into the corner, AA pops up on the apron and THROWS A FIREBALL IN HIS FACE! Johnny lands on top of Magnusson as the ref comes back over to make the three count!! Spin has no clue what happened, Magnusson may be blinded, and Johnny and AA grab the trophies and slink away like a couple of sewer rats.
WINNERS in 16:07: THE CHICKENSHIT HEELS

KZ vs. PHANTOS & LUCIOS

after a brief discussion, a still visibly banged up Moosehead Jack gives into his partner, and it looks like we'll have LD Williams starting off against Phantos for this one. Collar and elbow lockup, and Phantos grabs a quick side headlock before spinning into a hammerlock on the former champ. Quick reversal by LD, who takes it into a headlock of his own before a go behind and a drop toe hold with a float over into a front face lock. Phantos quickly gets to his knees, does a twisting sit out to break the hold and grabs a quick snap mare before hooking in a chin lock. Williams turns into the chin lock and from the headlock position quickly works his way out before grabbing another hammerlock. Phantos goes up and over the top with a beautiful standing back flip to reverse the hold yet again, but before he gets it locked in, Williams drops down and grabs a quick reverse single leg takedown that leaves both men tied up in the ropes. Creech in to break them up and he gets a clean break from both men, followed by a slap to the face of LD Williams by Phantos! This leaves Williams....smiling? Williams almost looks happy as he rubs his jaw.

Back to the collar and elbow, and Phantos grabs for a top wristlock. Both men vying for the position in the test of strength and...And Williams drops his right hand, using to LEVEL Phantos with right hook. Phantos is stunned as he jumps back to feet in time for a second punch, and a third leaves the masked man backing into his corner for the tag into Lucios. Lucios comes into a collar and elbow, quickly muscles Williams into the ropes, and pie faces him on the break. If there was any doubt that we were going to be seeing the new look of Phantos and Lucios, there isn't anymore. The attempt at a lock up is stopped by Lucios with a knee to the midsection, followed by a series of pounding forearms to the back of Williams, and then a whip into the ropes. Williams ducks under the clothesline, Lucios does the same, and when Williams rebounds a third time he catches a knee to the small of the back by Phantos!

Lucios pulls Williams back into his corner and we settle in for some standard double teaming that we're going to compress for time, but Moose doesn't help matters with his repeated attempts to get into the ring to bust it up. Williams finally catches a break when Lucios lowers his head for a backdrop, but LD manages to put on the brakes just enough to convert it into a sloppy Russian Leg sweep that gives him the chance to make the HOT TAG~! to Moosehead Jack!

And Moosehead Jack is a HOUSE OF FIRE! Running clothesline to Lucios! Running knee lift to the incoming Phantos! Face plant to Lucios! Panic Attack knee to Lucios that leaves him down in the corner, grabbing at his boot and slamming it hard on the mat! Moose takes over on Lucios with a series of lefts and rights, slipping in a choke every now and again to consternation of Creech. Whip into the ropes and a diving punch to the midsection crumples the masked man. Moose gets the mount and hammers away on Lucios, as Phantos keeps kicking the mat with the sole of his boot...wait - That's a loaded boot!

Creech finally pulls Moose off of Lucios, and the masked man uses Creech's own body as a shield to hide a blatant low blow! Moose folds to the mat as Lucios lays in a series of stomps before yelling at Creech about LD on the outside, who is doing nothing. This changes as Lucios reaches over and slaps Williams for has been on the receiving end of a slap twice in this matches now. LD struggles to get past Creech, and Lucios seizes the chance to nail Jack with a double thrust to the throat! Jack is down and may be out as Lucios drags him to his feet and holds him up as Phantos slips in, measures his shot, and...

And Moosehead Jack slips out! Phantos nails his own partner with the loaded boot assisted super kick! Williams finally gets past Creech and barrels into the shocked Phantos, taking at of the ring as Moose slumps over Lucios!

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WINNERS via PINFALL at 14:01 - KZ!


The Midnight Express Division

GODS & MONSTERS vs. CARL FROM FRESNO & JUSTIN SANE

Carl and Justin make their way to the ring first to a mixed reaction from the crowd, which is kind of surprising to them. Guilt by association I guess. Justin Sane mugs in front of the camera and shows off his Bunny shirt and says “get better soon, yo.” Carl just looks hungry. They climb into the ring and wait. The arena goes dark and Gods and Monsters come out to the top of the ramp and strike an intimidating pose, the two large men standing together with Selena between them. Their music hits a crescendo and they storm the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and immediately taking the fight to Carl and Justin. Poe grabs Carl and catches him with a forearm shot to the side of the head that sends him back into the corner. Justin tries to counter Tytan’s punches, but he is quickly overwhelmed and beaten to the mat by clubbing blows from Tytan. Tytan pulls him to his feet and sends him to the ropes and catches him in a military press, then throws Sane over the top rope to the floor. Poe is still hammering Carl in the corner, he turns and sees Tytan dispose of Sane, then pulls Carl to his feet and whips him into the waiting arms of Tytan. Tytan catches Carl in a bear hug, and Poe hits the ropes and catches Carl in the face with a big boot, snapping his head back and sending him to the mat. Tytan doesn’t even go for the cover, opting instead to pull Carl to his feet and send him to the ropes again, this time catching him on the rebound with a knee to the midsection, then a long, delayed vertical suplex. Tytan reaches out and tags in Poe, Poe hits the ropes and drops a leg across Carl’s chest, but opts not to go for the cover. Poe pulls a dazed Carl to his feet, and Sane is back on the apron in his corner and wants a tag, so Poe shoves him into the corner and Sane tags himself in. Justin steps between the ropes and charges…right into a big boot from Poe that nearly takes his head off. Poe pulls Sane to his feet and sends him hard into the corner and follows him in with a crushing clothesline. Sane staggers out of the corner and takes a few weak swings at nothing in particular, then falls face first to the mat. Poe looks down at Sane and a sadistic smile crosses his face. He reaches out and tags Tytan back into the match, they stand Sane up in the middle of the ring, then hit the ropes in opposite directions, then meet in the middle with matching boots to Sane’s head, one from the front, one from the back. Justin Sane, ladies and gentlemen, is dead. Tytan pulls Sane to his feet and lifts him up and POWERBOMBS him to the mat. Carl From Fresno comes into the ring, but Tytan grabs him by the back of the head and throws him over the top rope to the floor. Another tag brings Poe back into the ring, Tytan military presses Sane, and throws him at Poe, Poe catches Sane and DRIVES him to the mat with a spine buster. Thankfully, this time, they go for the pin, which is academic. One, two, three, this one is over.
WINNERS in 4:58 – Gods & Monsters

THE AMNESIAC & RYAN HARDCORE vs. ALEXANDER DARLING & DAVIN MORELAND

The unusual team of The Amnesiac and Ryan Hardcore come out first. The Amnesiac makes his way to the ring alone, while Ryan Hardcore and his entourage of Lauren Phoenix and Lance strike a pose at the top of the ramp. They eventually make their way to the ring amid a resounding chorus of boos from the fans. Hardcore appears to be content to park himself on the apron and let The Amnesiac start things. Alexander Darling and the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Davin Moreland are announced and DEA comes to the top of the ramp, and the crowd goes into a frenzy of boos and jeers. Both men smirk at the crowd and slowly make their way to the ring. Davin appears to want to start things off, but Darling says he will handle things from here. The referee calls for the bell and this one is underway. The Amnesiac and Darling circle and lock up, Darling pushes The Amnesiac to the corner and the referee calls for a clean break, good luck there. Darling blisters The Amnesiac with several chops, then tries a whip across the ring to the opposite corner, but The Amnesiac reverses it and sends Darling. Darling hits the corner and The Amnesiac charges in and monkey flips him out, but Darling lands on his feet and heads to the ropes and takes The Amnesiac down with a clothesline as he gets to his feet. Darling reaches out and tags in Davin, and the champ steps between the ropes and pulls The Amnesiac to his feet, and scoops him up for a slam, but The Amnesiac slips over Davin’s shoulder and lands on his feet. The Amnesiac spins Davin around and catches him with a spinning heel kick that sends Davin between the ropes to the floor. The Amnesiac tags in Ryan Hardcore and they get a running start and try a suicide dive between the ropes, but Darling runs down the apron and catches Hardcore with a kick to the face that sends him back into the ring. Meanwhile The Amnesiac dives between the ropes, but Davin side steps and The Amnesiac crashes into the guardrail. Moreland hops back onto the apron and pulls Hardcore to his feet and lifts him in a vertical suplex, leaves him up there for a bit to think about it, then crashes to the mat, floats over and covers, but Hardcore kicks out at two. Davin pulls him to his feet and sends him to the ropes and tires a clothesline, but Hardcore ducks, springs off the bottom rope and stuns the champ with a back elbow to the mouth. Hardcore pulls Davin to his feet and kicks him in the gut and plants him with a DDT. Ryan gives Darling a little pelvic thrust, which does nothing but piss him off more, then climbs to the top for a moonsault. Davin is on his feet and staggers against the ropes, knocking Hardcore off balance and crotching him on the top. Darling screams for a tag so Davin tags Darling in, Alexander charges to the corner and climbs to the second rope and grabs Hardcore and hits a SECOND ROPE CRUCIFIX BOMB! Hardcore is DEAD! Darling covers, while at the same time, Moreland drops off the apron and catches The Amnesiac just as he stands up with A REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER on the floor! Inside the ring, its, one, two, three. This one is over.
WINNERS in 17:02 – Alexander Darling & Davin Moreland

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