EWA Show #4: World Title Tournament (5/22/2010)
Posted: Jan 23rd, '11, 18:36
SHOW #4
OWWF: WORLD TITLE TOURNAMENT
(5/22/2010)
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1. WTT Quarterfinal Match
PHREAK (1) vs. JOEL CARTER (8)
The two men shake hands, and bell sounds to start the match.
DING! DING! DING!
They lock up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, and Phreak drops down, transitioning it into an arm drag on Carter. Phreak gets up quicker than Carter, and by the time Phreak is on his feet, Carter is just sitting up. Phreak dropkicks Carter in the shoulder, then gets behind Carter and controls his arm with a wrist-lock, folding Carter’s arm at the elbow, then pulling it back over his shoulder and controlling the wrist. After a few seconds, Carter manages to roll around, alleviating most of the pressure on his wrist, but Phreak, is still holding on to it tightly. Phreak turns it into an Arm Wringer, putting the pressure back o Carter’s arm, but Carter again rolls through, alleviating the pressure, then springs up and smashes Phreak in the jaw with a forearm shot. Phreak is now dazed, and Carter takes advantage of this to hit Phreak with a snap suplex. Carter quickly rolls on top of Phreak’s stomach for the lateral press pin:
ON-no!
Phreak kicks out.
Phreak starts to get up, but Carter punches him in the face, then locks him in a seated straightjacket stretch. Phreak struggles in the hold and tries to get to the ropes, but Carter keeps them right where they are. Phreak manages to wiggle around enough to get Carter’s knee out of his back, then drops down so that his back is flat on the mat, swings his feet up, and closes his legs on Carters neck. He swings forward with his feet and pulls forwards with his arms, rolling Carter forward and into a pinning predicament:
One!
Carter kicks out, but Phreak grabs hold of his arm taking control with a seated wristlock. He then transitions into a crossface chicken wing, but Carter manages to quickly get to the ropes for the clean break.
The two lock up again, and this time it is Carter who comes out on top, putting Phreak in a standing side headlock. Phreak elbows Carter in the gut twice, the pushes him off, breaking the hold. Carter comes in for a clothesline, but Phreak ducks it. Carter runs off the opposite ropes. Dropkick by Phreak. But Carter stops himself by holding on to the ropes. Phreaks falls flat on his face. He gets up quickly, but Carter takes him down with a lariat, then lock in an STF. Phreak struggles in the hold for about ten seconds before he is able to make it to the ropes to break the hold.
Phreak gets up and goes after Carter, throwing a few kicks to try and catch his opponent off guard, but Carter avoids or fends them off. Phreaks throws another kick and Carter moves to block it, but Phreak just dives forward onto Carter with a corkscrew forearm smash. Phrek then hits Carter with a Diving Reverse DDT. Phreak hits another dropkick to the arm, and then locks in a cross arm breaker. Carter struggles in the painful hold for a few seconds, manages to make it to the ropes. After breaking the hold Phreak goes for a dropkick, but Carter catches his legs, and locks him in the Carter Crab. Phreak struggles in the hold for a few seconds, then crawls towards the ropes. Carter pulls him back away from the ropes, and lowers his center of gravity, making it even more difficult for Phreak to crawl to the ropes. After struggling for another ten seconds, Phreak is able to make it to the ropes, and Carter obliges with the clean break.
Phreak pulls himself up, but Carter comes charging at him. Carter throws a clothesline, but Phreak ducks it. O’Connell Roll by Phreak. Carter manages to roll backwards through Phreak's legs before Phreak can sit down on him for the pin. Carter is now behind Phreak. Carter grabs Phreak by the waist and hits a huge release German Suplex.
Carter picks Phreak up and lifts him onto his shoulders. F-5 by Carter. Phreak countered it by maintaining control of Carter’s arm. Now Phreak has Carter locked in a Fujiwara armbar. Carter struggles in the hold. He manages to roll Phreak over into a pin, but the hold is still locked in.
ONE!
Phreak doesn’t release the hold
TWO!
Phreak is still holding on!
THRE-no!
Phreak waits until the last possible second to release the hold. Phreak then hits Carter with a Backsplash Senton. The pin:
ONE!
TW-NO!
Carter rolls Phreak up in a grounded crucifix pin:
ONE!
TWO!
T-NO!
Phreak gets shoulder up.
Phreak tries to get up, but Carter hits him with a HUGE clothesline. Northern Lights Suplex by Carter. Now Carter picks Phreak up and hits him with a powerbomb! Things are not looking good for Phreak. Carter picks him up. Spinebust—DDT BY PHREAK! Both men are down, and the ref starts the double count:
{1}
{2}
{3}
{4}
Carter is up to one knee. Phreak rolls out of the ring and onto the apron.
{5}
{6}
{7}
Both men are up.
Springboard Crossbody by Phreak. Carter catches him! Carter picks Phreak up onto his shoulders and runs towards the top left corner of the ring. STEAM ROLLER! Split-Legged Moonsault. Phreak gets his knees up! Phreak nails Carter in the face with a dropkick, the picks Carter up onto his shoulders. Phreak walks over towards the corner, and tosses Carter off of his shoulders. Carter lands stomach first on the top turnbuckle
Fooda: You’ve got to like a guy who is resourceful in the ring like that. Phreak even knows how to use the ring itself to his advantage.
Phreak now picks Carter up on his shoulders again, but this time, Carter is laying face up, with his back across Phreak’s shoulders. Phreakish Intents. Carter counters it with an arm drag. Carter is back upon his feet quickly. He charges at Phreak for a Gore! Phreak sidesteps it, and Carter smashes into the turnbuckle, stunning him. Phreak grabs Carter’s head, and runs up the turnbuckle for a Tornado DDT out of the corner, but Carter counters it by pushing him away, breaking his hold on Carter’s head. Phreak lands on his feet in front of Carter, but before Phreak can react, Carter charges forward… GORE! Carter goes for the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Jewel: Ladies and Gentlemen, at an official time of 13:22, your winner… “HIGH IMPACT” JOEL CARTER!
2. WTT Quarterfinal Match
CHRIS CALAWAY (3) vs. “MEAN” MARK ROBERTS (6)
Chris Calaway defeated “Mean” Mark Roberts to advance to the semifinals.
Both men fought their hardest and held nothing back. They wrestled the match completely cleanly, and showed each other the respect that one would expect to see shown between two tag team partners who broke into the business together. They shook hands both before and after the match, and Roberts raised Calaway's hand in victory.
3. WTT Quarterfinal Match
GEORGE “THE AGGRO” ADAMS (5) vs. EL DEMONICO (4)
Jewel: The following is an OWWF World Title Tournament first round contest, scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit.
F*cking in the bushes by Oasis hits.
Jewel: Introducing first, from London, England. Weighing two hundred and forty five pounds, GEORGE “THE AGGRO” ADAMS!!!
Adams heads straight for the ring, in his usual ring attire.
Carlos: Adams the former “Soccer” hooligan from London, England. Would no doubt like to do his country proud with a good showing here tonight? How do you rate his chances, Fooda?
Fooda: Well, Adams has a great chance, if his opponents all hail from Lilliput! Hahhahaha!
Carlos: Please!
Adams is now standing in a corner of the ring; hold the ends of his towel, waiting for his opponent.
Jewel: And his opponent....
The arena’s lights turn dark red and dark red smoke feels the stage area as a creepy piece of music play. El Demonico appears amid the smoke. He is in his red ring attire and red mask with the horns pointing downwards. After a slow look around, he heads for the ring.
Jewel: Hailing from the Depths of Hell and weighing two hundred and sixty five pounds, EL DEMONICO!!!
Fooda: I like this guy, Carlos; he has to be in the favourites. Can you imagine this guy as our first World Champion?
Carlos: Well, I’m trying not to, but I will agree with him being a favourite. He destroyed Rodrigo Machado in his debut at HANGOVER and beat two very competitive young men in Ray Hoffman and Shawn Stevens at WINS AND LOSSES, so yes, he is up there.
El Demonico is now in the ring, standing in the centre looking directly at Adams, who stares straight back. Adams turns away to hand his towel to someone ringside and Demonico charges across the ring. Demonico goes for a double axe handle but Adams moves at the last second, sending Demonico crashing into the corner. Adams starts to unload with some left and rights the Demonico’s body and the ref signals for the bell!
DING DING DING!!!
Adams beats Demonico along the ropes, hitting a European uppercut and some forearms to the back of his opponents head. When they reach the corner, Adams drives Demonico’s head into the top turnbuckle. Adams keeps up the assault until they get to the centre of the ropes. He then backs Demonico up and sends him across the ring. Adams readies himself but Demonico hooks the top rope. Adams then runs at Demonico, looking to clothesline him out of the ring, but Demonico pulls of a back body drop and Adams crashes to the outside!! The ref starts the count.
Demonico waits for Adams to get back to his feet, then files over the top rope and nails the Englishman with a huge Plancha!! The crowd pop! Demonico is quickly up to his feet. He pulls Adams up by his wrist. Demonico goes to whip Adams into the ring steps. Adams reverses however, pulling Demonico into him and locking his arms around his opponents mid section. Adams hits an OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY ON DEMONICO, INTO THE RING STEPS!!! Demonico is slumped upside down, lower back and legs draped on the top section of the ring steps, which is half on half off the lower section.
Carlos: Jesus, we’re only minutes into this match and already it’s looking like a car wreck!
Fooda: I love it Carlos!
The Ref is up to 15 when Adams picks up Demonico and rolls him into the ring. As Adams gets into the ring, The Crowd give a round of applause. Adams brings Demonico up by the horns on his mask. He scoops him up and slams him down near the corner. Adams then sets himself up on the second rope, points at Demonico then to his forehead. Adams falls and hits a head butt to Demonico’s chest. Adams gets up and draws his thump across his throat.
Carlos: Adams maybe looking to finish this early!
Adams picks up Demonico and slaps on LAST ORDERS! Demonico has managed to get his hand in between Adams forearm and his own throat, though. Demonico manages to twist so that he is facing a corner. Demonico gets close and runs up the turn buckles, flips over Adams and hits a reverse DDT!! Demonico gets up after a moment and goes to the corner. In a single bound he is on the top rope. He poises himself as Adams gets to his feet. With huge hang time, Demonico hits a massive FLYING CLOTHESLINE! Cover by Demonico,
ONE...
TWO...
TH...KICK OUT BY ADAMS!!!
Demonico gets Adams in a reverse chin lock as they are on the mat. After 20 seconds or so, Adams gets to one knee. Demonico switches to side headlock. Adams backs him to the ropes and tries to send him across to the other side, but Demonico keeps hold and both men “skid” to a halt. Adams forces Demonico to the ropes once again and again Demonico keeps the side headlock in place. Adams goes for a back drop. He lifts Demonico, but Demonico flips and lands on his feet behind Adams. Demonico grabs Adams face from behind and pulls backwards, dropping to the mat and smashing the back of Adams head into the canvas. Demonico is up and goes to the ropes, MOONSAULT OFF THE SECOND ROPE!! BUT ADAMS GETS HIS KNEES UP!! Demonico clutches his ribs in pain. Adams gets to his feet, then bring Demonico up. He grabs Demonico’s arm and whips into the corner. Adams quickly follows up and drives he shoulder into Demonico’s mid section, 3 times. Adams then proceeds to deliver hard stomps with his right foot to Demonico; Adams aggressively beats down Demonico in the corner.
Carlos: Adams calls that “AGGRAVATED ASSAULT!”
Adams throws a “V” sign in Demonico’s face before one last stomp to the mid section. He then peels away and shrugs the referee off. The Crowd give a positive response. Adams goes back to Demonico. He brings him to his feet in the corner, gets him in a front waist lock, Belly to Belly Suplex out of the corner! Adams stays on his opponent. Again he gets Demonico to his feet. This time, it’s a T-Bone Suplex! Adams now grabs a horn on Demonico’s mask with one hand and signals “one more” with the other. Adams sets up a rear waist lock, OVERHEAD BELLY TO BACK RELEASE SUPLEX!!!
{CROWD POP!}
Carlos: Adams just Suplexed El Demonico into next week!!
Fooda: More like into the next show! Damn!
Pin attempt by Adams,
ONE...
TWO...
THRE...SHOULDER UP BY EL DEMONICO!!!
Adams looks slightly stunned. He stands up, puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head.
Carlos: Adams obviously surprised by El Demonico, maybe he has underestimated his opponent?
Adams brings Demonico up by the horns. Adams hooks his arms and hits multiple head butts to the chest of his opponent. He then whips him across to the corner. Adams comes in. He lifts Demonico onto his shoulder then props him on the top turnbuckle. Adams climbs up the ropes. He pulls Demonico up so they are both standing on the top rope. Adams takes hold of Demonico with a Half Nelson.
Carlos: I don’t like the look of this, one bit!
Adams steadies himself and Demonico, before delivering a SUPER HALF NELSON SUPLEX FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!
{HOLY *CENSORED*, HOLY *CENSORED*, HOLY *CENSORED*!!!}
Carlos: GOD DAMN!
Both men a lay motionless on the mat as the ref starts the count.
{1}
{2}
{3} Adams starts to get up
{4}
{5} Demonico moves, slightly.
{6}
{7} Adams shakes off the cobwebs.
{8} Adams goes for a cover,
ONE...
TWO...
THRE...SHOULDER UP BY EL DEMONICO!!!
Demonico barely gets his shoulder up. Adams looks surprised once more. He looks at the ref and gestures “3”. Adams gets up. He slumps against the ropes, catching his breath. As Demonico starts to move, Adams comes over and delivers a few stomps to Demonico. Adams picks up Demonico and manouvers him to the centre of the ring. Demonico is slumped over his arm like rag doll. Adams looks like he is going another Half Nelson Suplex. Again he draws his thumb across his throat. At this, Demonico fires in an elbow into the side of Adams head, then another and another. Adams loosens his hold and Demonico hits the DOWNWARD SPIRAL!!
Carlos: Desperation move from El Demonico!!
Both men are down on the canvas as the ref starts to count...
{1}
{2}
{3}
{4}
{5}
{6}
{7} El Demonico sits up, rather wearily.
{8} Cover by El Demonico,
ONE...
TWO...
TH...KICK OUT BY ADAMS!!!
Demonico gets to his feet. He reaches down and pulls Adams slowly up to his feet. Demonico lands a right hand, Adams replies with one of his own. The men exchange 4 – 5 strikes each, before Adams gets the upper hand and forces Demonico back against the ropes. Irish whip by Adams, Demonico hits the ropes, Adams charges and goes for a clothesline but Demonico ducks. As Adams turns around, Demonico hits a spinning kick to the gut. As Adams is doubled over, Demonico goes to ropes and comes back with a huge AXE KICK across the back of the neck of Adams! Demonico stands over Adams, reaches down and applies a Camel Clutch.
Fooda: This a good move by El Demonico, slap bang in the centre of the ring.
The Ref is in front of Adams and Demonico, asking Adams if wants to quit. Adams shakes his head behind the laced fingers of Demonico’s hands. After around forty seconds in the hold, Adams manages to bring his knees forward. He then powers up to his feet with Demonico on his back. Adams takes a few steps forwards, then fall backwards, slamming Demonico to the mat beneath him. Adams gets up and goes for a Jumping Elbow Drop but Demonico rolls out of the way. Both men get to their feet. Adams turns towards Demonico, who greets him with a HUGE UPPERCUT!
Demonico goes for an Irish whip but Adams reverses. Adams lowers his head as his opponent comes back. Demonico hits a Swinging Neckbreaker. Demonico quickly goes to the corner and leaps up to the top turnbuckle. He gets his balance, launches himself, HANGOVER LEGDROP!!! Cover by Demonico,
ONE...
TWO...
THR...NO! KICK OUT BY ADAMS!
Demonico gets to his feet, lifts both of Adam’s legs of the mat and gives him a stiff stomp to the gut. Demonico then brings Adams to his feet. He whips him hard into the corner. Demonico follows up by running in with a Jumping Knee to the face of Adams. Demonico stays on Adams. He scoops him up and slams him onto the mat. Demonico then stands in the corner, facing the crowd. He gives a “He’s finished” gesture with his hands, climbs to up the ropes. SPLIT LEGGED CORKSCREW MOONSAULT!! The crowd show their appreciation for El Demonico’s aerial prowess. Cover by Demonico,
ONE...
TWO...
THRE...SHOULDER UP FROM ADAMS!!
{TWWWOOOO!!!}
Demonico shows some frustration. He gets up and walks towards the ref, pointing at him and holding up three fingers. He turns back to Adams and pulls him up. Demonico takes the back of Adams head and drives his face towards the top turn buckle. Adams grabs the tope rope either side and blocks. Adams hits Demonico in the face with an elbow then rams his head into the turnbuckle. Adams fires Demonico across the ring to the opposite and charges after him. Demonico runs up the turnbuckles, jumps and spins around, landing on the oncoming Adams with FLYING CROSS BODY!! Cover by Demonico,
ONE...
TWO...
THR...KICK OUT BY ADAMS!!
Carlos: I thought that was it!
Demonico straddles Adams chest and lays in some hard right hands to Adams face. He then walks to the ropes, steps through and walks along the apron towards the corner. He slowly climbs the ropes. Adams rolls onto his knees. As demonic reaches the top, Adams stands up. Demonico is set, but Adams dashes to the ropes, causing his opponent to fall and be caught up on the top turnbuckle. Adams gets himself together and goes to Demonico. He slowly pulls himself up the ropes. He stands on the top rope and pulls Demonico up with him, face to face. Adams grabs flops Demonico’s right arm around the back of his neck.
Carlos: Adams is going for another Suplex!!!
Adams lifts, SUPERPLE...NO! DEMONICO TRAPS HIS FEET UNDER THE TOP ROPE! Demonico then fires in some right hands to Adams midsection. Now Demonico is standing. He pushes Adams head down.
Carlos: What’s Demonico gonna do here???
El Demonico hooks his arms under Adams waist, lifts...DOWN TO HELL POWERBOMB!! FROM THE TOP ROPE!!
{HOLY *CENSORED*, HOLY *CENSORED*, HOLY *CENSORED*!!!}
Cover by Demonico,
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
Carlos: El Demonico wins!!
Both men lay in a battered heap on the canvas as the fans show their appreciation for the match.
Jewel: Here is your winner, in twenty one minutes and forty one seconds and advancing to the next round, EL DEEEEMONICO!!!
Demonico struggles to his feet and the ref raises his hand. Demonico leaves the ring and makes his way up the aisle. Adams slowly rolls out of the ring. Favouring his back and looking very angry with himself, he leaves via ramp and stage.
4. WTT Quarterfinal Match
UNKNOWN (2) (w/ Valerie Knot) vs. JACK SQUAT (7) (w/ Sarah Kaminsky)
Jewel: The following contest is our final quarterfinal match in the OWWF World Title Tournament, scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit.
Waiting by Not Forgotten blasts and the crowd automatically boos. Josh Storm appears through the curtain and Jewel doesn't say a word. Storm, mic in hand, stands atop the ramp and smiles at the crowd that is telling him the get the hell out.
Storm: Cut my music!
It cuts.
Storm: Thank you Jewel, by the way, you finally learned that I introduce myself. Now if only the other thickheaded people would listen, and learn from my wisdom.... Anyway, it's SO nice to be here tonight, with all of you, wonderful OWWF fans.
They're not buying it.
Storm: It's a historic night, and I don't care if I'm spending it with a bunch of corrupt morons. Nothing will ruin this night, no, no. {He smiles and chuckles to himself.} Tonight, OWWF World Title Tournament, the night where the Obsessed With Wrestling Federation crowns their very first OWWF World Heavyweight Champion. It's a great marquee. After tonight, all the marquees in the world are gonna say the same thing - "UNKNOWN - WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION." Because not only is he a great wrestler, he is a smart wrestler. He is one of the smartest people I know, actually, besides myself of course. Everyone else in this tournament is hoping to win it on faith, but not this man. Instead, he will win it by being the best without a doubt, and without the weight of faith on his back, there is nothing stopping him.
{SHUT THE F*CK UP! *Clap, clap, clap clap clap*}
Storm: So without any further ado, please welcome, accompanied by the lovely Valerie Knot, your first OWWF World Heavyweight Champion ladies and gentlemen, UNKNOWN!
Unknown's music plays and he walks through the curtain wearing brand new attire. Opposite to the cutoff jeans he wore before, Unknown is wearing short black tights that reach midway down his thighs, white tape on his wrists, and boots, shin guards, and knee pads and that cover his feet up to his knees in black. There are two red squares on opposite sides of his trunks (same design as Samoa Joe) with the front red square having a black upside down cross on it, and he is wearing a black shirt with the sleeves cut off that simply says in bold, white text, "ATHEIST".
The three of them walk down the ramp together with Knot working the crowd, Storm smugly smiling, and Unknown, hiding behind his long black hair and large beard, completely focused. Storm holds the ropes open for Unknown and he walks into the ring, immediately going to the far corner as usual. Storm and Knot go to the outside, and Unknown kneels down, resting on his calves, listening to Storm talk to him from the outside.
The music changes and the fans' attitude changes on a dime.
Jewel: And his opponent, from Verona, New Jersey, weighing two hundred and forty pounds, JACK SQUAT!
Squat walks down the ramp, looking confident. He slaps hands with fans around the ringside but stops circling when he spots Storm and Knot, who are eying him disapprovingly. He rolls into the ring and goes straight to the center. Unknown has not taken his eyes off Squat once.
DING DING DING!
{LET'S GO JACK! LET'S GO JACK!}
At the sound of the bell, Squat extends his hand for a handshake. Unknown scans it for a moment, still without moving. He then gingerly steps out of the corner, and Squat is still waiting for a handshake. Unknown slowly takes off his shirt, then extends his arm but quickly gets a forearm to the side of the head instead of a shake. It stirs Squat and Unknown connects with another stiff forearm. A kick to the midsection and Squat is in between Unknown's legs, he picks him up for a powerbomb but Squat forces himself off hard and he jumps right off his shoulders landing behind him, and Unknown falls to the ground for a split second. Squat runs across the ropes as quick as a hiccup, comes back, BIG BOOT TO THE KISSER OF UNKNOWN WHO WAS TRYING TO GET TO HIS FEET! QUICK COVER!
ONE...
TWO...
NO! Unknown presses him off.
Squat points to the crowd to get them going, and a slow clap ensues. He grabs Unknown from behind but he fights with elbows. Unknown gets behind Squat and tries to suplex him over but Squat cleverly grabs the arm and twists it, getting out of his grasp. He twists the arm again, and Unknown somersaults, kips up, and arm drags him across the ring. Squat gets up immediately and comes back quickly, and dodges a kick to the head. He catches Unknown as his back is turned after the kick, and german suplexes him! He holds on.. a second german suplex! Still has it on, he gets up, HAT TRICK! THREE GERMAN SUPLEXES! BRIDGE!
ONE...
TWO...
THR - NO! Unknown gets his shoulder off the mat!
{THIS IS AWESOME! *Clap, clap, clap clap clap*}
Carlos: The fans are already chanting this is awesome! They know with the caliber of these two athletes, they are gonna get one awesome match.
Squat takes Unknown and whips him into the corner. Squat cocks back, runs toward him, UNKNOWN GETS OUT OF THE WAY AND SQUAT HITS HIS BUTT AS HE JUMPS, VIOLENTLY SNAPPING BACK ON HIS NECK ON THE MAT! The crowd gasps!
Fooda: This is Unknown's chance, Carlos!
Unknown picks a drowsy Squat up and whips him HARD to the opposite corner, and he rams sternum first into the buckle and falls on his back gasping for air. He picks him up again and seats him on the top rope, facing the crowd. Unknown fixes Squat's legs and pulls him down into the tree of woe! {Storm can be clearly heard laughing loudly from the outside.} Unknown goes to the apron on the outside and drives an elbow into the leg of Squat! Again, he pummels his leg and Squat's shouts of agony are apparent. Unknown goes on the top rope and jumps down, just to show off, casually turns his back to the upside down Squat, and looks at Storm on the outside. Suddenly he turns and delivers a stiff kick right to the exposed torso of Squat that could be heard throughout the arena. Unknown runs across the ring against the ropes, comes back, BASEBALL SLIDE INTO HIS FACE BUT SQUAT PULLS HIMSELF UP AND UNKNOWN SLIDES RIGHT OUT OF THE RING! Squat untangles his legs and quickly stands on the top rope, Unknown sees him but Squat jumps off, CROSS BODY TO THE FL- SUPER KICK!!!!!! UNKNOWN CATCHES SQUAT FLYING OFF THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR WITH A SUPER KICK THAT TAKES SQUAT'S HEAD OFF!!
{HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!}
Fooda: DID YOU SEE THAT?
Carlos: It looked like a car crash!
{1} Squat is trying to get up but he needs to shake off the cobwebs first. Unknown pulls him up and bashes his head into the guardrail {2}. Unknown sneaks a kick to the leg of Squat and he limps back to the ring {3}. Unknown beats him there {4} and gets on the apron, runs and kicks him in the face. Unknown then pulls Squat by the hair onto the apron. He folds Squat's right leg up, pulls him up by it, jumps off the apron, SHIN BREAKER ON THE APRON! SQUAT ROLLS ON THE FLOOR, HIS LEG MAY BE BROKEN IN HALF!
Unknown lets Squat squirm {1} as the camera shows Storm and Knot, arrogantly laughing at a concerned Sarah Kaminsky from the opposite side of the ring. Unknown slowly picks up Squat {2} and whips him right into the steel steps, knees first, and he flips right over them! {3} Kaminsky kneels over her man, trying to comfort him {4}, and Unknown comes over, but Kaminsky stands her ground {5}. Unknown surprisingly respectfully steps away and goes to Storm and Knot across the ring {6}. They exchange a few words and Storm lets out a chuckle {7}, and Unknown rolls into the ring {8}. Squat also manages to get on the apron, but Unknown runs and knees him, causing him to go to one knee on the apron. He picks him up, clutches an arm and the head, and suplexes him right over the ropes into the ring! Cover!
ONE...
TWO...
THR - NO! Squat struggles out.
Unknown gets up before Squat and picks up the hurt leg, then drives his knee into the leg, hard down into the mat. He pins Squat's leg under his own, and bends it in a way nature never intended. After about 20 seconds in the hold, we hear Knot take Carlos's headset once again and preach to the audience at home.
Knot: Look at my man Unknown. Do you see this? Look at his leg, he's done! Squat is done, and that two dollar piece of ass over there is trying to help. Baby, get to praying, that's about all you can do. And look where that will get you. It'll get you a broken leg!
Carlos: Give me that!
Squat tries to battle the pain and Kaminsky calls for some crowd support after a while in the hold by banging on the mat. The crowd invigorates Squat and after maybe a minute in the hold, he makes it to the ropes! Unknown surprisingly cleanly breaks the hold.
Unknown slides to the outside of the ring and slides Squat over from the inside of the ring so his legs are hanging out around the ring post. He grabs the right leg, cocks it back, WHAM! HE THROWS IT RIGHT INTO THE STEEL RING POST! He takes it back again, WHAM! AGAIN, RAMMING IT INTO THE POST! Squat tries to wriggle away, but Unknown grabs both legs this time, crosses his left leg over on top of the right, puts his own leg on top, FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK AROUND THE RING POST!!! SQUAT IS OVERWHELMED WITH EXCRUCIATING PAIN!! THE REF COUNTS!
1...!
2.....!
3.....!
4.....!
Unknown relinquishes the hold at 4, but the damage has been done!
He reenters the ring and Squat is desperately holding his right leg. Unknown simply stomps on it, and again. He picks him up and Squat is limping, but he "helps him out" by hooking the bad leg up, reaches around his head, locks his hands, CRADLE SUPLEX! Pinfall!
ONE...
TWO....
NO! Squat won't give it up!
Unknown is on his feet and he grabs both of Squat's legs while he's down, twists them around, looks into the crowd as it grows, and HOOKS IN A SHARPSHOOTER!
Fooda: THIS IS IT CARLOS! THIS IS THE END OF JACK SQUAT!
Squat is screaming and trying to reach the ropes but he's in the center of the ring! 5,000 rabid OWWF fans are on their feet!
Carlos: THE SHARPSHOOTER HAS JACK SQUAT SCREAMING IN PAIN! HE'S IN THE CENTER OF THE RING, IS HE GONNA TAP?
Squat tries so hard to crawl closer to the ropes but Unknown won't budge! He plants his hands on the ring and pushes his torso up, screaming, trying to break the hold!
Fooda: He's an idiot! Look he's putting more pressure on his back!
Carlos: He's trying to break the hold! Is he - HE BROKE THE SHARPSHOOTER! HE BROKE THE SHARPSHOOTER!
Unknown falls to his face on top of Squat's legs, and Squat is trying to get them out from under him, BUT UNKNOWN SITS RIGHT BACK UP AND STILL HAS THE HOLD!
Fooda: WOOHOOO! HE DIDN'T BREAK IT! HE STILL HAS IT! THAT CRYBABY WON'T BE ADVANCING! THIS IS IT, CARLOS!
Carlos: I thought he broke the sharpshooter, we all did, but Unknown still had it locked it after all!
Still in the center of the ring, Squat is loosing energy quickly.
{PLEASE DON'T TAP! PLEASE DON'T TAP! PLEASE DON'T TAP!}
Squat looks to be unconscious! The ref raises one hand!
IT FALLS!
He raises it again...
IT FALLS A SECOND TIME!
{PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE!}
He raises it a third time...
IT STAYS IN THE AIR! SQUAT IS ALIVE! Storm throws his hands in the air in disgust and Kaminsky jumps with every single fan in the OWWF Arena!
Squat's fist is shaking in the air, and again he plants his arms on the mat and pushes himself up!
Carlos: Can he do it this time...! SQUAT BROKE THE SHARPSHOOTER!
Fooda: OH COME ON!
Unknown goes flying through the bottom rope to the outside because Squat blew him off with such force!
Carlos: I CAN BARELY HEAR MYSELF THINK, FOODA! THIS PLACE IS SO LOUD!
Storm and Knot go to Unknown on the outside and encourage him to get back in there. Squat, off pure adrenaline, is trying to pull himself up using the ropes. Unknown slides back in and charges towards Squat, but he's backdropped over the ropes too the apron! Unknown goes right back into the ring and runs towards Squat who is in the middle of the ring. He ducks a clothesline and comes back BUT IS GREETED WITH A SCRAPBUSTER! COVER!
ONE...
TWO....
{TWOOOOOOOOOOO!} UNKNOWN GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Squat gets up and limps. He drags Unknown with some difficulty to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle very slowly. He's on the top rope, squatting, but UNKNOWN GETS UP AND CAVES IN HIS LEG WITH A RIGHT HAND, CLIMBS UP THE TOP ROPE LIKE A CAT, AND EXECUTES AN AVALANCHE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX, CRASHING HARD DOWN!
BOTH MEN ARE DOWN IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!
1....
2....
3....
4....
5....
Fooda: Don't tell me this is gonna be a double count out!
6....
Unknown starts to move his arm.
7.....
Carlos: We're at seven!
8.....
Unknown is turning over..
9....
UNKNOWN DRAPES AN ARM OVER THE CHEST OF SQUAT!
ONE...
TWO...
{TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!} SQUAT GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Storm: Get up, 'Known!
Unknown gets up first after a moment of disbelief. The camera zooms in on his face, shocked behind his forest of hair.
He stops again on the leg of Squat.
Fooda: What does Unknown have to do to put Squat away?!
Unknown raises his arms in his signature crucifix pose, which signals that the end is finally near. He picks up Squat and delivers a stiff kick to the chest, which could be heard a block away, and left the entire arena squirming. Squat goes to a knee but Unknown picks him up by the hair and puts him on his back in a fireman's carry position! He brings him to the center of the ring, BUT SQUAT WRIGGLES FREE BEHIND HIM! He runs behind him against the ropes and Unknown meets him in the middle of the ring with a forearm to the face, but Squat out of pure adrenaline hits him back with a forearm of his own! They exchange forearms in the center of the ring! Back and forth, back and forth! Squat gets the upper hand and Unknown stumbles back, Squat misses a clothesline, he comes back, Unknown leapfrogs over him, Squat comes back again and simply tackles him! They fly into the ropes, Squat pulls Unknown back, rolls back INTO A PINFALL!
ONE...
TWO...
NO!
Unknown kicks him off and Squat is pushed into the ropes. Unknown gets up and Squat comes back BUT CATCHES HIM IN A LARGE PACKAGE!
ONE...
TWO....
NO! UNKNOWN GETS OUT!
They both stand up and we get a stand off!! THE CROWD GOES CRAZY IN APPRECIATION!
Squat charges Unknown and he falls to have Squat jump under him. He does, then Unknown leapfrogs over him again, and he leapfrogs again without turning around, BUT SQUAT CATCHES UNKNOWN ON HIS SHOULDERS! HE GRABS HIS HEAD, RUBIX CUBE! HE HITS THE RUBIX CUBE!!
ONE....
TWO....
THREE!!!
DING DING DING!
Jewel: At 18 minutes and 42 seconds, your winner of the match, JACK SQUAT!!!!
Storm is irate on the outside, pulling out his hair and banging on the mat. He goes inside the ring and is about to attack Squat, but Kaminsky stands in front of him, and Storm just stares and decides to just pick up Unknown and drag him out. Unknown walks out with him and Knot, and Kaminsky helps her man out later to a very appreciative crowd. Squat is limping again as the adrenaline wore off after the match.
5. “SURFIN” SCOTTIE ADAMS, RAY HOFFMAN, RODRIGO MACHADO & THE ATOMIC PUNKS vs. JIMMY CARNIVAL (w/ Todd Trepain), JOHN HALL, HAZARD, CHRIS EVERLAST & THE REAPER
Jewel: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is a five man tag team contest, scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing team number one. Firstly, hailing from Malibu, California, weighing 233 pounds, "SURFIN" SCOTTIE ADAMS!
The crowd pops as Scottie's music hits. Scottie bursts onto the stage carrying his trademark surfboard. Scottie gives the fans a wave, then slams the surfboard down onto the ramp, he jumps on the board and "surfs" his way towards the ring. As Scottie is halfway down the aisle, one of his tag partners walks through the curtain.
Jewel: From Augusta, Maine, weighing 187 pounds, “THE HIGHLIGHT REEL EXTRAORDINAIRE”, RAY HOFFMAN!
Hoffman jokes and laughs with a few fans on the way to the ring. The next team member comes out to some South American Samba style music.
Jewel: From Minas Gerais, Brazil. Weighing 240 pounds, “THE BRAZILIAN WARRIOR”, RODRIGO MACHADO!
Machado clinches both fists in front of him as walks to the ring, then slaps hands with a lot of the fans ringside.
Jewel: And at a combined weight of 440 pounds, hailing from the Bronx, New York City. They are accompanied by Kitten, THE ATOMIC COWBOYS!!!
The crowd give a huge pop for The Atomic Cowboys as they make their way to the ring.
Carlos: A fantastic reception for these two guys, the fans acknowledging the amazing match they had with “The Faith Breakers” at our last show, Wins and Losses.
Team one is finally in the ring. The wrestlers high five and pat each other on the back whilst waiting for their opposition.
Jewel: Introducing their opponents. First, hailing from Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Weighing 250 pounds and accompanied by his manager, TODD TREPAIN, MR PRO WRESTLING, JIMMY CARNIVAL!
The crowd boo the crap out of Carnival and Trepain. Carnival has a mic in his hand as he walks slowly to the ring.
Carnival: You people shut the hell up for a minute, will ya?
The crowd become even more raucous.
Carnival: You would think that after having my World Title Tournaments hopes stolen from me by someone as pathetic as you Scottie, Jimmy Carnival would be allowed to exact some form of revenge in one on one competition? Instead, Commissioner Khali throws me into some random 5 man tag team match, hoping to showcase the “talent” of 9 OWWF jabroni’s who couldn’t qualify for a hot dog eating tournament, let alone World Title Tournament. Commissioner Khali, you want to showcase talent? There is only one talent in the OWWF you need to showcase. Me. So let’s get this shambles over with so I can go back to doing what I do best, wrestling.
Carnival hands the mic to Trepain as they reach the ring apron.
Trepain: Get it? Got it? Good!
The crowd pour on the boo’s. Carnival’s first partner comes out onto the stage.
Jewel: From Portland, Oregon, weighing 221 pounds, EXTRA ORDINARY, JOHN HALL!
As Hall walks to the ring, he trash talks and taunts a few fans. He gives a “my *CENSORED* don’t stink” smile to the camera. He walks up the ring steps and enters through the ropes. He stands on the second turnbuckle and strikes an arrogant pose.
Jewel: From Toronto, Canada, weighing 275 pounds, HAZARD!!
The peculiar looking Hazard makes his way to the ring, pointing at his face. Halfway down the aisle, the fourth team member appears on the stage.
Jewel: From Miami, Florida, weighing 221 pounds, CHRIS EVERLAST!!
Carlos: Everlast is accompanied by a different female valet to the one he had at our last show.
Fooda: Yeah, and the one before that. That boy doesn’t do too badly for himself.
The crowd give Everlast some real heat. Boo’s and “You Suck!” chants fill the arena
Carlos: Well, none the less, this crowd are responding to the beat down Everlast handed Machado at Wins and Losses.
Everlast makes his way around the ring to the timekeepers table, where a chair is made available to his valet.
Jewel: And hailing from Parts Unknown, weighing 273 pounds and accompanied by Ivy, this is THE REAPER!!
Ivy walks a few paces in front of The Reaper as they come down the aisle.
Carlos: The fans still don’t seem to know what to make of The Reaper. An eerie atmosphere when this man comes to the ring.
The Reaper walks up the steps and ducks through the top and middle rope. He joins his team members, who are all now standing by their corner. Team one have a brief discussion and Rodrigo Machado stays in the ring as the others take up position on the outside.
Jimmy Carnival gestures for everyone of his team members to get out the ring. They duly oblige, apart from The Reaper, who gives Carnival an icy stare before duck through the ropes.
Carlos: So we got Carnival and Machado kicking things off for us in this huge ten man tag.
The ref signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Upon the bell, Machado walks up to Carnival and points towards the opposing corner, gesturing that he wants Everlast in the ring, not Carnival. Carnival pauses to think about it then turns towards his corner as if to tag Everlast, but then swings and hits Machado huge right hand! Carnival unloads on Machado with right hands then backs him up to the ropes with some stinging chops
{WOOOOOO!}
Carnival sends Machado for the ride, Machado comes back, Hip toss by Carnival but Machado counters with one of his own! Carnival is quickly back to his feet but Machado puts him down with a standing dropkick! Again Carnival is up quickly, this time Machado gets him with arm drag. As soon as Carnival is up, Machado hits a second arm drag! This time Carnival only gets to his knees and shows a load of frustration as Machado keeps his fighting stance and the crowd applaud the action. Carnival gets to his feet, the men circle, and go into a collar and elbow tie up. Carnival forces Machado back into a neutral corner then drives his shoulder into the Brazilian’s midsection three times in quick succession. He then comes up and hits a quick European uppercut. Carnival applies a quick arm wrench and leads Machado towards team two’s corner. John Hall offers his hand and Carnival tags him in. Hall takes over the arm wrench. Hall yanks on Machado’s arm a couple of times then drives his elbow into the Brazilian’s shoulder. Machado drops to one knee, then forward rolls, springs up and counters into a Hammerlock. Hall moves around look for a way out. He rolls his shoulders under Machado’s arm and performs a fireman’s carry take down. As Machado gets up, Hall slaps on a side headlock. Machado backs Hall into the ropes, Cowboys leans in and tags Machado on the back as he forces Hall to the other side. Machado goes to ground, Hall steps over him and Cowboy springboards in with a Crossbody on Hall!! Pin attempt,
ONE...
TWO...
TH...KICK OUT BY HALL!
Cowboy goes to the ropes, comes back and hits Hall as he is getting up with a drop kick to the face. Cowboy quickly brings Hall back to his feet. Irish whip attempt by Cowboy, but Hall reverses. Hall runs at Cowboy, clothesline, but Cowboy ducks. Hall carries on and comes back of the ropes, as does Cowboy on the opposite side. Another Crossbody by Cowboy, but Hall goes for a fly forearm which connects with Cowboys face! Both men sort of spin in mid air!!
Carlos: Damn! That was like 90 mile per hour head on car crash!!!
Hall manages to shake of the cobwebs and get quickly across to his corner. He tags in Hazard. Hazard gets across to Cowboy quickly before he can make a tag. He hits a couple of right hands before sending Cowboy into a neutral corner furthest away. Hazard follows up with a running clothesline. Hazard then beats Cowboy down in the corner with a volley of right hands. He turns and walks away from the corner, then turns and sprints towards a slumped Cowboy. Hazard connects with a vicious knee to the face. Hazard drags Cowboy out of the corner, towards the middle of the ring. There, he bodyslam’s Cowboy onto the canvas. Hazard gets up, bounces off the ropes and lands an elbow drop on Cowboys chest. Hazard brings Cowboy up to his feet then sends him to the ropes. Cowboy comes back as Hazard lowers his head for a backbody drop. Cowboy forward rolls across Hazards back and carries onto the other side, where he tags in Ajax.
Ajax quickly gets into the ring and hits Hazard with huge clothesline. Hazard gets up quickly but Ajax sends him down with another clothesline. As Hazard gets up this time, Ajax sets him up for a vertical suplex. He lifts Hazard up and holds him there for a few seconds before falling backwards. Cover by Ajax,
ONE...
TWO...
TH...KICK OUT BY HAZARD!
Ajax brings Hazard up and slaps a front face lock on him. Ajax backs into his own corner, where Scottie tags in. Scottie springs over the top rope to great reception from the fans. {SCOTTIE, SCOTTIE, SCOTTIE!!!} Scottie gives a swift kick to Hazards mid section then Ajax breaks the hold and leaves the ring. Scottie applies an arm wrench then gives a hard knife edge chop to Hazard with his free arm, sending his opponent to the mat. Scottie pulls Hazard up and hits a second chop. Hazard goes down again and again Scottie pulls him up to deliver a third chop. When Hazard comes back up this time, Scottie pulls him towards and hits an inverted atomic drop. Scottie sends Hazard to the ropes and brings him down with a drop toe hold. Scottie then stands on Hazards back and “Surfs”!!! The crowd pop! Out of nowhere, Jimmy Carnival runs in and hits Scottie with a huge clothesline from behind!! Carnival gets a few kicks in on Scottie before the ref manages to force him back to his corner. Hazard is getting back to feet, favouring his back but also looking pissed. As Scottie starts to get up, Hazard hits the ropes and fires back towards his opponent. Hazard turns Scottie inside out with a huge clothesline from Hell!! Cover by Hazard,
ONE...
TWO...
THR...SHOULDER UP FROM SCOTTIE!!!
Hazard lifts Scottie up and gets him in a front face lock. He backs over to his corner and holds out his hand. Chris Everlast tags in, to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Everlast lands some clubbing forearms to the back of Scottie as Hazard gets out of the ring. Everlast backs Scottie into the centre of the ropes with some rights hand then whips him across to the other side. Everlast hits Scottie with text book drop kick. Everlast then pretends to surf, mocking his opponent. The crowd break out a “You Suck!!” chant. Everlast then brings Scottie to his feet, underhooks both his arms, pauses to give the fans an arrogant smirk and then hits Double Underhook Suplex. Cover by Everlast
ONE...
TWO...
THR...KICK OUT BY SCOTTIE!!!
Everlast slaps his own hand three times, gesturing a quicker count from the ref. Everlast brings a groggy Scottie up to his feet. He kick him in the gut then to set up a piledriver, but just before he hits it Scottie counters with a back leg trip. He shouts “Shark in the Water!” and applies an ankle lock to Everlast's right leg. Quickly, Everlast puts his weight on his left leg and rolls forward, sending towards the ropes, draped on the second one. Everlast quickly catapults himself over the top rope, leg drop to the back of Scotties head- NO! Scottie moves and Everlast hits the ring apron and crashes to the floor! The ref starts the count. Scottie measures up his opponent. On 4, Everlast is just up to his when Scottie hits a Senton Plancha from ring!!! As both men are on the floor, Carnival and Hall drop to the floor walk around towards Scottie. Atomic punks and Hoffman are quick to get around the ring and as Scottie and Everlast get to their feet, a melee ensues!
Carlos: Look out; we got a six man brawl right here!!
Fooda: Resembles kicking out time at O’Reilly’s after Fridays 5 hour long happy hour!!
The Ref leans through the ropes and tries to regain control. As the men peel away, Rodrigo Machado fires through the middle and top with a Suicide Dive taking out Hall and Carnival and sending all three men crashing into the guardrail!! Eventually, Scottie rolls Everlast back into the ring. Scottie follows him in and brings Everlast up to his feet. Irish whip by Scottie but Everlast reverses. Scottie comes back, Everlast with a back body drop but Scottie manages to shift himself and land on his feet behind Everlast. Scottie tries to hook Everlast’s arms for a Tiger Suplex but Everlast spins around and hits a quick reverse DDT! Everlast quickly drags Scottie towards his corner and tags in the Reaper. Reaper immediately starts to stomp the hell out of Scottie. He slowly pulls Scottie up by the hair and hits a measured elbow to the back of his head. Reaper then drags Scottie over to the ropes. There, he places Scotties neck; face down, across the top rope. Reaper reaches under with both arms and pulls down on the back of Scotties head, choking him on the top rope!!
Ref: Hey break the hold!! Break it man! Hey...1...2...3...4...
Reaper breaks just before 5. He quickly turns and looks down at the ref, who firms it, despite Reaper’s evil look. Reaper turns back to Scottie. He grabs him by the hair and guides him towards the corner, before slamming Scottie face first into the top turn buckle.
Carlos: I got to say, the Reaper looks like he enjoys dishing out pain and punishment.
Fooda: Yeah, I wonder if Ivy does?!
Carlos: Give me a break!
As Scottie staggers backwards, Reaper takes hold of him and hits a front Russian leg sweep in the centre of the ring. Reaper then takes hold of Scotties head and feet, rolls backward and synchs’ in a Bow and Arrow lock!! Scottie is immediately in a world of hurt.
Carlos: My god, look at the contortion in Scotties back, you’re not meant to bend that way!
Scotties arm a flailing frantically, the ref is having a close look. Reaper pulls down even harder, Scottie screams in agony! {PLEASE DONT TAP, PLEASE DONT TAP!} At that moment, Ajax comes out of nowhere and stomps on Reaper, to a large pop from the crowd, causing him to release the hold. The ref tries to force Ajax back into his corner. Reaper stands up and turns towards Ajax. Both get up close and the ref tries to force his way between them. While this going on, Scottie is getting slowly to he’s feet, only to be meet by a Superkick from a now in ring Carnival, behind the ref’s back!!!
Carlos: What the hell is Carnival doing?
Ajax is pissed momentarily but then realises its best if he gets back on the apron. Reaper turns around and pins Scottie,
ONE...
TWO...
TH...SHOULDER UP FROM SCOTTIE! {TWWOOOO!}
Reaper drags Scottie up by his hair. Standing in the centre of the ring, Reaper sends Scottie for the ride. Scottie comes back and Reaper goes for a clothesline. Scottie ducks and fires off the over side. Reaper sets up for a back body drop but Scottie is wise to it and hits Malibu Sunset!!
The Crowd mark out!! {SCOTTIE, SCOTTIE, SCOTTIE!} Both men are down. The ref starts a count. Scottie starts to crawl towards his corner, where four outstretched hands wait for him. The Crowd are willing Scottie on. Reaper is moving slowly. Scottie dives and tags in Ray Hoffman, to a nice pop from the crowd! Hoffman catches a now standing Reaper with a running spinning wheel kick. Reaper is up pretty rapidly; Hoffman goes to the ropes and comes back with a single knee facebuster on the Reaper. Hoffman then grabs the groggy but standing Reaper’s wrist. He sprints towards the corner, runs up the turnbuckles and springs of the top rope, pulling off a Hurricanrana on the Reaper!!! The crowd pop and Hoffman just gives a goofy grin. Hoffman points upwards, signalling for another. Hoffman springs onto the top turnbuckle in a neutral corner. He waits for the Reaper to stand up. As Reaper turns towards him, Hoffman leaps and goes for another Hurricanrana. This time Reaper stands firm on Hoffman’s downward motion.
Carlos: Uh Oh, Hoffman went to well once too often!
Reaper lifts Hoffman into a Powerbomb position. Hoffman desperately rains down right hands to the head of the Reaper. Reaper staggers backwards towards Hoffman’s corner. He then falls backwards and Hoffman lands on Reapers chest, he hooks a leg, pin attempt,
ONE...
TWO...
THR...KICK OUT BY THE REAPER!
The force from Reapers kick out sends Hoffman towards his corner, he tags in Ajax! Ajax charges at Reaper and sends him crashing with a huge clothesline. He quickly brings Reaper up gets him in the pump handle set up. He works looks out at the crowd and bellow’s, “YEAH!” before delivering a huge pump handle slam in the middle of the ring. Ajax then quick tags Cowboy. Ajax takes position at the side of the Reaper. Cowboy runs at Ajax, who elevates Cowboy over his head about 8 feet into the air! Cowboy comes down and hits a huge Leg Drop on Reaper!! The Crowd love it! Ajax goes to the apron and works the Crowd, as Cowboy points to the corner. He runs over and leaps up onto the top turnbuckle. Cowboy is perch up top,
Carlos: I think Cowboy is looking to finish this with something specta....Oh look out!!!!!
Jimmy Carnival out of nowhere runs along the apron and swipes Cowboys left leg away!! Cowboy is straddled on the top turnbuckle, with that “no grand kids for me look”. The Crowd boo the crap out of Carnival, but pop as Hoffman, Ajax and Machado chase around the ring to their opponent’s side. Carnival, Everlast and Hazard drop to the floor and another 6 man brawl kicks off on the arena floor by the aisle!
Fooda: Here we’re go again! Another pier 6 brawl!!
Carlos: Where the hell is Pier 6?
Fooda: Down at Parts Unknown bay? How the heck do I know!
The ref leans over the top rope and tries to regain control again. In the ring, Cowboy is still stranded on the top rope catching his breath and Reaper is starting to get to his feet. As he does, Scottie comes in and sends him crashing back down with a huge SuperKick!! Scottie turns towards the fray outside, only to hit by a John Hall Missile Dropkick from the tope turn buckle!
Carlos: Hall must have been 13 feet up in the air!
The impact sends Scottie rolling back into his corner. Hall glances towards the brawl. He grabs to top rope, vaults onto it, turns Kid Kash style and pulls off DOWN THE HALL onto the 6 men below!!! The Crowd go CRAZY!! {HOLY *CENSORED*, HOLY *CENSORED*, HOLY *CENSORED*!!!}
Carlos: GOD DAMN!! JOHN HALL JUST TOOK OUT 6 MEN WITH THAT INSANE DOUBLE MOONSAULT!!
The ref dives outside to check on the wrestlers. Cowboy is now recovered and steadies himself on the top rope. Reaper is still down. Cowboys hits a huge Shooting Star Press!!! Cover by Cowboy,
BUT NO REF!!!!
He is still on the outside!
Carlos: Hey Ref! Get back in there!
Cowboy hits the canvas three times with his own hand but to no avail. Cowboy then gets off Reaper and leans through the ropes. He tugs on the ref’s arm, who turns and realises what’s gone down. He slides back in the ring and Cowboy covers Reaper again,
ONE...
TWO...
THRE...SHOULDER UP FROM THE REAPER!
Cowboy puts his hands to head, he can’t believe it! Reaper rolls slowly towards the bottom rope. Cowboy gets to his feet and shows his frustration to the ref. Hazard slides under the bottom rope.
Carlos: Cowboy may want to look out here!
Hazard gets behind Cowboy and hooks both his arms, CANADIAN FLAPJACK!!
Ajax hits the ring and kicks Hazard in the gut, GORILLA PRESS SLAM!!
Ajax turns into Jimmy Carnival, who grabs him by the throat, OH CANADA!!
Scottie is back up; he measures an unaware Carnival, punch to the midsection, WIPE OUT!!
Everlast is poised on the top turnbuckle, Scottie don’t see him, EVERLASTING IMPRESSION!!
Everlast poses for his valet, turns and walks into Machado, SAMBA DROP!!
Machado shove his finger in Everlast’s face, doesn’t see Hall coming at him, BLIZZARD!!
Hall gives his arrogant pose to the fans but is spun around by Ray Hoffman, THE 420!!
Ray gives a stupid grin, then gets clattered from behind; Reaper sets him up, BARRY WHITE DRIVER!!!
Reaper rolls backwards, up onto his feet.
Reaper: THE END IS NEAR!!!
Carlos: It might not be the ending you want though! Look behind you!
Ajax kicks Reaper in the gut as he turns around and Cowboy takes position on the top rope. Ajax lifts Reaper from the waist and Cowboy flies!
Carlos: RUMBLE IN THE BRONX!!!!
Cowboy with the cover,
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING DING!!!!
Jewel: Here are your winners, the team of RAY HOFFMAN, RODRIGO MACHADO, SCOTTIE ADAMS AND THE ATOMIC PUNKS!!!
Carlos: Well folks, that match was a fantastic endorsement of the talent NOT in the OWWF World Title Tournament, of which we still have the second half to. What an incredible night this is turning out to be!
Cowboy and Ajax celebrate in the ring to a fantastic response from the Crowd.
{THAT WAS AWSOME!!! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!}
Hoffman is helped by Scottie and Machado. Then all 5 men stand in a row and raise their hands. They then leave the ring and interact with the fans as they go up the aisle. Once off the stage, the losing team members gradually leave the ringside area.
OWWF: WORLD TITLE TOURNAMENT
(5/22/2010)
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1. WTT Quarterfinal Match
PHREAK (1) vs. JOEL CARTER (8)
The two men shake hands, and bell sounds to start the match.
DING! DING! DING!
They lock up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up, and Phreak drops down, transitioning it into an arm drag on Carter. Phreak gets up quicker than Carter, and by the time Phreak is on his feet, Carter is just sitting up. Phreak dropkicks Carter in the shoulder, then gets behind Carter and controls his arm with a wrist-lock, folding Carter’s arm at the elbow, then pulling it back over his shoulder and controlling the wrist. After a few seconds, Carter manages to roll around, alleviating most of the pressure on his wrist, but Phreak, is still holding on to it tightly. Phreak turns it into an Arm Wringer, putting the pressure back o Carter’s arm, but Carter again rolls through, alleviating the pressure, then springs up and smashes Phreak in the jaw with a forearm shot. Phreak is now dazed, and Carter takes advantage of this to hit Phreak with a snap suplex. Carter quickly rolls on top of Phreak’s stomach for the lateral press pin:
ON-no!
Phreak kicks out.
Phreak starts to get up, but Carter punches him in the face, then locks him in a seated straightjacket stretch. Phreak struggles in the hold and tries to get to the ropes, but Carter keeps them right where they are. Phreak manages to wiggle around enough to get Carter’s knee out of his back, then drops down so that his back is flat on the mat, swings his feet up, and closes his legs on Carters neck. He swings forward with his feet and pulls forwards with his arms, rolling Carter forward and into a pinning predicament:
One!
Carter kicks out, but Phreak grabs hold of his arm taking control with a seated wristlock. He then transitions into a crossface chicken wing, but Carter manages to quickly get to the ropes for the clean break.
The two lock up again, and this time it is Carter who comes out on top, putting Phreak in a standing side headlock. Phreak elbows Carter in the gut twice, the pushes him off, breaking the hold. Carter comes in for a clothesline, but Phreak ducks it. Carter runs off the opposite ropes. Dropkick by Phreak. But Carter stops himself by holding on to the ropes. Phreaks falls flat on his face. He gets up quickly, but Carter takes him down with a lariat, then lock in an STF. Phreak struggles in the hold for about ten seconds before he is able to make it to the ropes to break the hold.
Phreak gets up and goes after Carter, throwing a few kicks to try and catch his opponent off guard, but Carter avoids or fends them off. Phreaks throws another kick and Carter moves to block it, but Phreak just dives forward onto Carter with a corkscrew forearm smash. Phrek then hits Carter with a Diving Reverse DDT. Phreak hits another dropkick to the arm, and then locks in a cross arm breaker. Carter struggles in the painful hold for a few seconds, manages to make it to the ropes. After breaking the hold Phreak goes for a dropkick, but Carter catches his legs, and locks him in the Carter Crab. Phreak struggles in the hold for a few seconds, then crawls towards the ropes. Carter pulls him back away from the ropes, and lowers his center of gravity, making it even more difficult for Phreak to crawl to the ropes. After struggling for another ten seconds, Phreak is able to make it to the ropes, and Carter obliges with the clean break.
Phreak pulls himself up, but Carter comes charging at him. Carter throws a clothesline, but Phreak ducks it. O’Connell Roll by Phreak. Carter manages to roll backwards through Phreak's legs before Phreak can sit down on him for the pin. Carter is now behind Phreak. Carter grabs Phreak by the waist and hits a huge release German Suplex.
Carter picks Phreak up and lifts him onto his shoulders. F-5 by Carter. Phreak countered it by maintaining control of Carter’s arm. Now Phreak has Carter locked in a Fujiwara armbar. Carter struggles in the hold. He manages to roll Phreak over into a pin, but the hold is still locked in.
ONE!
Phreak doesn’t release the hold
TWO!
Phreak is still holding on!
THRE-no!
Phreak waits until the last possible second to release the hold. Phreak then hits Carter with a Backsplash Senton. The pin:
ONE!
TW-NO!
Carter rolls Phreak up in a grounded crucifix pin:
ONE!
TWO!
T-NO!
Phreak gets shoulder up.
Phreak tries to get up, but Carter hits him with a HUGE clothesline. Northern Lights Suplex by Carter. Now Carter picks Phreak up and hits him with a powerbomb! Things are not looking good for Phreak. Carter picks him up. Spinebust—DDT BY PHREAK! Both men are down, and the ref starts the double count:
{1}
{2}
{3}
{4}
Carter is up to one knee. Phreak rolls out of the ring and onto the apron.
{5}
{6}
{7}
Both men are up.
Springboard Crossbody by Phreak. Carter catches him! Carter picks Phreak up onto his shoulders and runs towards the top left corner of the ring. STEAM ROLLER! Split-Legged Moonsault. Phreak gets his knees up! Phreak nails Carter in the face with a dropkick, the picks Carter up onto his shoulders. Phreak walks over towards the corner, and tosses Carter off of his shoulders. Carter lands stomach first on the top turnbuckle
Fooda: You’ve got to like a guy who is resourceful in the ring like that. Phreak even knows how to use the ring itself to his advantage.
Phreak now picks Carter up on his shoulders again, but this time, Carter is laying face up, with his back across Phreak’s shoulders. Phreakish Intents. Carter counters it with an arm drag. Carter is back upon his feet quickly. He charges at Phreak for a Gore! Phreak sidesteps it, and Carter smashes into the turnbuckle, stunning him. Phreak grabs Carter’s head, and runs up the turnbuckle for a Tornado DDT out of the corner, but Carter counters it by pushing him away, breaking his hold on Carter’s head. Phreak lands on his feet in front of Carter, but before Phreak can react, Carter charges forward… GORE! Carter goes for the cover:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING! DING! DING!
Jewel: Ladies and Gentlemen, at an official time of 13:22, your winner… “HIGH IMPACT” JOEL CARTER!
2. WTT Quarterfinal Match
CHRIS CALAWAY (3) vs. “MEAN” MARK ROBERTS (6)
Chris Calaway defeated “Mean” Mark Roberts to advance to the semifinals.
Both men fought their hardest and held nothing back. They wrestled the match completely cleanly, and showed each other the respect that one would expect to see shown between two tag team partners who broke into the business together. They shook hands both before and after the match, and Roberts raised Calaway's hand in victory.
3. WTT Quarterfinal Match
GEORGE “THE AGGRO” ADAMS (5) vs. EL DEMONICO (4)
Jewel: The following is an OWWF World Title Tournament first round contest, scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit.
F*cking in the bushes by Oasis hits.
Jewel: Introducing first, from London, England. Weighing two hundred and forty five pounds, GEORGE “THE AGGRO” ADAMS!!!
Adams heads straight for the ring, in his usual ring attire.
Carlos: Adams the former “Soccer” hooligan from London, England. Would no doubt like to do his country proud with a good showing here tonight? How do you rate his chances, Fooda?
Fooda: Well, Adams has a great chance, if his opponents all hail from Lilliput! Hahhahaha!
Carlos: Please!
Adams is now standing in a corner of the ring; hold the ends of his towel, waiting for his opponent.
Jewel: And his opponent....
The arena’s lights turn dark red and dark red smoke feels the stage area as a creepy piece of music play. El Demonico appears amid the smoke. He is in his red ring attire and red mask with the horns pointing downwards. After a slow look around, he heads for the ring.
Jewel: Hailing from the Depths of Hell and weighing two hundred and sixty five pounds, EL DEMONICO!!!
Fooda: I like this guy, Carlos; he has to be in the favourites. Can you imagine this guy as our first World Champion?
Carlos: Well, I’m trying not to, but I will agree with him being a favourite. He destroyed Rodrigo Machado in his debut at HANGOVER and beat two very competitive young men in Ray Hoffman and Shawn Stevens at WINS AND LOSSES, so yes, he is up there.
El Demonico is now in the ring, standing in the centre looking directly at Adams, who stares straight back. Adams turns away to hand his towel to someone ringside and Demonico charges across the ring. Demonico goes for a double axe handle but Adams moves at the last second, sending Demonico crashing into the corner. Adams starts to unload with some left and rights the Demonico’s body and the ref signals for the bell!
DING DING DING!!!
Adams beats Demonico along the ropes, hitting a European uppercut and some forearms to the back of his opponents head. When they reach the corner, Adams drives Demonico’s head into the top turnbuckle. Adams keeps up the assault until they get to the centre of the ropes. He then backs Demonico up and sends him across the ring. Adams readies himself but Demonico hooks the top rope. Adams then runs at Demonico, looking to clothesline him out of the ring, but Demonico pulls of a back body drop and Adams crashes to the outside!! The ref starts the count.
Demonico waits for Adams to get back to his feet, then files over the top rope and nails the Englishman with a huge Plancha!! The crowd pop! Demonico is quickly up to his feet. He pulls Adams up by his wrist. Demonico goes to whip Adams into the ring steps. Adams reverses however, pulling Demonico into him and locking his arms around his opponents mid section. Adams hits an OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY ON DEMONICO, INTO THE RING STEPS!!! Demonico is slumped upside down, lower back and legs draped on the top section of the ring steps, which is half on half off the lower section.
Carlos: Jesus, we’re only minutes into this match and already it’s looking like a car wreck!
Fooda: I love it Carlos!
The Ref is up to 15 when Adams picks up Demonico and rolls him into the ring. As Adams gets into the ring, The Crowd give a round of applause. Adams brings Demonico up by the horns on his mask. He scoops him up and slams him down near the corner. Adams then sets himself up on the second rope, points at Demonico then to his forehead. Adams falls and hits a head butt to Demonico’s chest. Adams gets up and draws his thump across his throat.
Carlos: Adams maybe looking to finish this early!
Adams picks up Demonico and slaps on LAST ORDERS! Demonico has managed to get his hand in between Adams forearm and his own throat, though. Demonico manages to twist so that he is facing a corner. Demonico gets close and runs up the turn buckles, flips over Adams and hits a reverse DDT!! Demonico gets up after a moment and goes to the corner. In a single bound he is on the top rope. He poises himself as Adams gets to his feet. With huge hang time, Demonico hits a massive FLYING CLOTHESLINE! Cover by Demonico,
ONE...
TWO...
TH...KICK OUT BY ADAMS!!!
Demonico gets Adams in a reverse chin lock as they are on the mat. After 20 seconds or so, Adams gets to one knee. Demonico switches to side headlock. Adams backs him to the ropes and tries to send him across to the other side, but Demonico keeps hold and both men “skid” to a halt. Adams forces Demonico to the ropes once again and again Demonico keeps the side headlock in place. Adams goes for a back drop. He lifts Demonico, but Demonico flips and lands on his feet behind Adams. Demonico grabs Adams face from behind and pulls backwards, dropping to the mat and smashing the back of Adams head into the canvas. Demonico is up and goes to the ropes, MOONSAULT OFF THE SECOND ROPE!! BUT ADAMS GETS HIS KNEES UP!! Demonico clutches his ribs in pain. Adams gets to his feet, then bring Demonico up. He grabs Demonico’s arm and whips into the corner. Adams quickly follows up and drives he shoulder into Demonico’s mid section, 3 times. Adams then proceeds to deliver hard stomps with his right foot to Demonico; Adams aggressively beats down Demonico in the corner.
Carlos: Adams calls that “AGGRAVATED ASSAULT!”
Adams throws a “V” sign in Demonico’s face before one last stomp to the mid section. He then peels away and shrugs the referee off. The Crowd give a positive response. Adams goes back to Demonico. He brings him to his feet in the corner, gets him in a front waist lock, Belly to Belly Suplex out of the corner! Adams stays on his opponent. Again he gets Demonico to his feet. This time, it’s a T-Bone Suplex! Adams now grabs a horn on Demonico’s mask with one hand and signals “one more” with the other. Adams sets up a rear waist lock, OVERHEAD BELLY TO BACK RELEASE SUPLEX!!!
{CROWD POP!}
Carlos: Adams just Suplexed El Demonico into next week!!
Fooda: More like into the next show! Damn!
Pin attempt by Adams,
ONE...
TWO...
THRE...SHOULDER UP BY EL DEMONICO!!!
Adams looks slightly stunned. He stands up, puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head.
Carlos: Adams obviously surprised by El Demonico, maybe he has underestimated his opponent?
Adams brings Demonico up by the horns. Adams hooks his arms and hits multiple head butts to the chest of his opponent. He then whips him across to the corner. Adams comes in. He lifts Demonico onto his shoulder then props him on the top turnbuckle. Adams climbs up the ropes. He pulls Demonico up so they are both standing on the top rope. Adams takes hold of Demonico with a Half Nelson.
Carlos: I don’t like the look of this, one bit!
Adams steadies himself and Demonico, before delivering a SUPER HALF NELSON SUPLEX FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!
{HOLY *CENSORED*, HOLY *CENSORED*, HOLY *CENSORED*!!!}
Carlos: GOD DAMN!
Both men a lay motionless on the mat as the ref starts the count.
{1}
{2}
{3} Adams starts to get up
{4}
{5} Demonico moves, slightly.
{6}
{7} Adams shakes off the cobwebs.
{8} Adams goes for a cover,
ONE...
TWO...
THRE...SHOULDER UP BY EL DEMONICO!!!
Demonico barely gets his shoulder up. Adams looks surprised once more. He looks at the ref and gestures “3”. Adams gets up. He slumps against the ropes, catching his breath. As Demonico starts to move, Adams comes over and delivers a few stomps to Demonico. Adams picks up Demonico and manouvers him to the centre of the ring. Demonico is slumped over his arm like rag doll. Adams looks like he is going another Half Nelson Suplex. Again he draws his thumb across his throat. At this, Demonico fires in an elbow into the side of Adams head, then another and another. Adams loosens his hold and Demonico hits the DOWNWARD SPIRAL!!
Carlos: Desperation move from El Demonico!!
Both men are down on the canvas as the ref starts to count...
{1}
{2}
{3}
{4}
{5}
{6}
{7} El Demonico sits up, rather wearily.
{8} Cover by El Demonico,
ONE...
TWO...
TH...KICK OUT BY ADAMS!!!
Demonico gets to his feet. He reaches down and pulls Adams slowly up to his feet. Demonico lands a right hand, Adams replies with one of his own. The men exchange 4 – 5 strikes each, before Adams gets the upper hand and forces Demonico back against the ropes. Irish whip by Adams, Demonico hits the ropes, Adams charges and goes for a clothesline but Demonico ducks. As Adams turns around, Demonico hits a spinning kick to the gut. As Adams is doubled over, Demonico goes to ropes and comes back with a huge AXE KICK across the back of the neck of Adams! Demonico stands over Adams, reaches down and applies a Camel Clutch.
Fooda: This a good move by El Demonico, slap bang in the centre of the ring.
The Ref is in front of Adams and Demonico, asking Adams if wants to quit. Adams shakes his head behind the laced fingers of Demonico’s hands. After around forty seconds in the hold, Adams manages to bring his knees forward. He then powers up to his feet with Demonico on his back. Adams takes a few steps forwards, then fall backwards, slamming Demonico to the mat beneath him. Adams gets up and goes for a Jumping Elbow Drop but Demonico rolls out of the way. Both men get to their feet. Adams turns towards Demonico, who greets him with a HUGE UPPERCUT!
Demonico goes for an Irish whip but Adams reverses. Adams lowers his head as his opponent comes back. Demonico hits a Swinging Neckbreaker. Demonico quickly goes to the corner and leaps up to the top turnbuckle. He gets his balance, launches himself, HANGOVER LEGDROP!!! Cover by Demonico,
ONE...
TWO...
THR...NO! KICK OUT BY ADAMS!
Demonico gets to his feet, lifts both of Adam’s legs of the mat and gives him a stiff stomp to the gut. Demonico then brings Adams to his feet. He whips him hard into the corner. Demonico follows up by running in with a Jumping Knee to the face of Adams. Demonico stays on Adams. He scoops him up and slams him onto the mat. Demonico then stands in the corner, facing the crowd. He gives a “He’s finished” gesture with his hands, climbs to up the ropes. SPLIT LEGGED CORKSCREW MOONSAULT!! The crowd show their appreciation for El Demonico’s aerial prowess. Cover by Demonico,
ONE...
TWO...
THRE...SHOULDER UP FROM ADAMS!!
{TWWWOOOO!!!}
Demonico shows some frustration. He gets up and walks towards the ref, pointing at him and holding up three fingers. He turns back to Adams and pulls him up. Demonico takes the back of Adams head and drives his face towards the top turn buckle. Adams grabs the tope rope either side and blocks. Adams hits Demonico in the face with an elbow then rams his head into the turnbuckle. Adams fires Demonico across the ring to the opposite and charges after him. Demonico runs up the turnbuckles, jumps and spins around, landing on the oncoming Adams with FLYING CROSS BODY!! Cover by Demonico,
ONE...
TWO...
THR...KICK OUT BY ADAMS!!
Carlos: I thought that was it!
Demonico straddles Adams chest and lays in some hard right hands to Adams face. He then walks to the ropes, steps through and walks along the apron towards the corner. He slowly climbs the ropes. Adams rolls onto his knees. As demonic reaches the top, Adams stands up. Demonico is set, but Adams dashes to the ropes, causing his opponent to fall and be caught up on the top turnbuckle. Adams gets himself together and goes to Demonico. He slowly pulls himself up the ropes. He stands on the top rope and pulls Demonico up with him, face to face. Adams grabs flops Demonico’s right arm around the back of his neck.
Carlos: Adams is going for another Suplex!!!
Adams lifts, SUPERPLE...NO! DEMONICO TRAPS HIS FEET UNDER THE TOP ROPE! Demonico then fires in some right hands to Adams midsection. Now Demonico is standing. He pushes Adams head down.
Carlos: What’s Demonico gonna do here???
El Demonico hooks his arms under Adams waist, lifts...DOWN TO HELL POWERBOMB!! FROM THE TOP ROPE!!
{HOLY *CENSORED*, HOLY *CENSORED*, HOLY *CENSORED*!!!}
Cover by Demonico,
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
Carlos: El Demonico wins!!
Both men lay in a battered heap on the canvas as the fans show their appreciation for the match.
Jewel: Here is your winner, in twenty one minutes and forty one seconds and advancing to the next round, EL DEEEEMONICO!!!
Demonico struggles to his feet and the ref raises his hand. Demonico leaves the ring and makes his way up the aisle. Adams slowly rolls out of the ring. Favouring his back and looking very angry with himself, he leaves via ramp and stage.
4. WTT Quarterfinal Match
UNKNOWN (2) (w/ Valerie Knot) vs. JACK SQUAT (7) (w/ Sarah Kaminsky)
Jewel: The following contest is our final quarterfinal match in the OWWF World Title Tournament, scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit.
Waiting by Not Forgotten blasts and the crowd automatically boos. Josh Storm appears through the curtain and Jewel doesn't say a word. Storm, mic in hand, stands atop the ramp and smiles at the crowd that is telling him the get the hell out.
Storm: Cut my music!
It cuts.
Storm: Thank you Jewel, by the way, you finally learned that I introduce myself. Now if only the other thickheaded people would listen, and learn from my wisdom.... Anyway, it's SO nice to be here tonight, with all of you, wonderful OWWF fans.
They're not buying it.
Storm: It's a historic night, and I don't care if I'm spending it with a bunch of corrupt morons. Nothing will ruin this night, no, no. {He smiles and chuckles to himself.} Tonight, OWWF World Title Tournament, the night where the Obsessed With Wrestling Federation crowns their very first OWWF World Heavyweight Champion. It's a great marquee. After tonight, all the marquees in the world are gonna say the same thing - "UNKNOWN - WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION." Because not only is he a great wrestler, he is a smart wrestler. He is one of the smartest people I know, actually, besides myself of course. Everyone else in this tournament is hoping to win it on faith, but not this man. Instead, he will win it by being the best without a doubt, and without the weight of faith on his back, there is nothing stopping him.
{SHUT THE F*CK UP! *Clap, clap, clap clap clap*}
Storm: So without any further ado, please welcome, accompanied by the lovely Valerie Knot, your first OWWF World Heavyweight Champion ladies and gentlemen, UNKNOWN!
Unknown's music plays and he walks through the curtain wearing brand new attire. Opposite to the cutoff jeans he wore before, Unknown is wearing short black tights that reach midway down his thighs, white tape on his wrists, and boots, shin guards, and knee pads and that cover his feet up to his knees in black. There are two red squares on opposite sides of his trunks (same design as Samoa Joe) with the front red square having a black upside down cross on it, and he is wearing a black shirt with the sleeves cut off that simply says in bold, white text, "ATHEIST".
The three of them walk down the ramp together with Knot working the crowd, Storm smugly smiling, and Unknown, hiding behind his long black hair and large beard, completely focused. Storm holds the ropes open for Unknown and he walks into the ring, immediately going to the far corner as usual. Storm and Knot go to the outside, and Unknown kneels down, resting on his calves, listening to Storm talk to him from the outside.
The music changes and the fans' attitude changes on a dime.
Jewel: And his opponent, from Verona, New Jersey, weighing two hundred and forty pounds, JACK SQUAT!
Squat walks down the ramp, looking confident. He slaps hands with fans around the ringside but stops circling when he spots Storm and Knot, who are eying him disapprovingly. He rolls into the ring and goes straight to the center. Unknown has not taken his eyes off Squat once.
DING DING DING!
{LET'S GO JACK! LET'S GO JACK!}
At the sound of the bell, Squat extends his hand for a handshake. Unknown scans it for a moment, still without moving. He then gingerly steps out of the corner, and Squat is still waiting for a handshake. Unknown slowly takes off his shirt, then extends his arm but quickly gets a forearm to the side of the head instead of a shake. It stirs Squat and Unknown connects with another stiff forearm. A kick to the midsection and Squat is in between Unknown's legs, he picks him up for a powerbomb but Squat forces himself off hard and he jumps right off his shoulders landing behind him, and Unknown falls to the ground for a split second. Squat runs across the ropes as quick as a hiccup, comes back, BIG BOOT TO THE KISSER OF UNKNOWN WHO WAS TRYING TO GET TO HIS FEET! QUICK COVER!
ONE...
TWO...
NO! Unknown presses him off.
Squat points to the crowd to get them going, and a slow clap ensues. He grabs Unknown from behind but he fights with elbows. Unknown gets behind Squat and tries to suplex him over but Squat cleverly grabs the arm and twists it, getting out of his grasp. He twists the arm again, and Unknown somersaults, kips up, and arm drags him across the ring. Squat gets up immediately and comes back quickly, and dodges a kick to the head. He catches Unknown as his back is turned after the kick, and german suplexes him! He holds on.. a second german suplex! Still has it on, he gets up, HAT TRICK! THREE GERMAN SUPLEXES! BRIDGE!
ONE...
TWO...
THR - NO! Unknown gets his shoulder off the mat!
{THIS IS AWESOME! *Clap, clap, clap clap clap*}
Carlos: The fans are already chanting this is awesome! They know with the caliber of these two athletes, they are gonna get one awesome match.
Squat takes Unknown and whips him into the corner. Squat cocks back, runs toward him, UNKNOWN GETS OUT OF THE WAY AND SQUAT HITS HIS BUTT AS HE JUMPS, VIOLENTLY SNAPPING BACK ON HIS NECK ON THE MAT! The crowd gasps!
Fooda: This is Unknown's chance, Carlos!
Unknown picks a drowsy Squat up and whips him HARD to the opposite corner, and he rams sternum first into the buckle and falls on his back gasping for air. He picks him up again and seats him on the top rope, facing the crowd. Unknown fixes Squat's legs and pulls him down into the tree of woe! {Storm can be clearly heard laughing loudly from the outside.} Unknown goes to the apron on the outside and drives an elbow into the leg of Squat! Again, he pummels his leg and Squat's shouts of agony are apparent. Unknown goes on the top rope and jumps down, just to show off, casually turns his back to the upside down Squat, and looks at Storm on the outside. Suddenly he turns and delivers a stiff kick right to the exposed torso of Squat that could be heard throughout the arena. Unknown runs across the ring against the ropes, comes back, BASEBALL SLIDE INTO HIS FACE BUT SQUAT PULLS HIMSELF UP AND UNKNOWN SLIDES RIGHT OUT OF THE RING! Squat untangles his legs and quickly stands on the top rope, Unknown sees him but Squat jumps off, CROSS BODY TO THE FL- SUPER KICK!!!!!! UNKNOWN CATCHES SQUAT FLYING OFF THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR WITH A SUPER KICK THAT TAKES SQUAT'S HEAD OFF!!
{HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!}
Fooda: DID YOU SEE THAT?
Carlos: It looked like a car crash!
{1} Squat is trying to get up but he needs to shake off the cobwebs first. Unknown pulls him up and bashes his head into the guardrail {2}. Unknown sneaks a kick to the leg of Squat and he limps back to the ring {3}. Unknown beats him there {4} and gets on the apron, runs and kicks him in the face. Unknown then pulls Squat by the hair onto the apron. He folds Squat's right leg up, pulls him up by it, jumps off the apron, SHIN BREAKER ON THE APRON! SQUAT ROLLS ON THE FLOOR, HIS LEG MAY BE BROKEN IN HALF!
Unknown lets Squat squirm {1} as the camera shows Storm and Knot, arrogantly laughing at a concerned Sarah Kaminsky from the opposite side of the ring. Unknown slowly picks up Squat {2} and whips him right into the steel steps, knees first, and he flips right over them! {3} Kaminsky kneels over her man, trying to comfort him {4}, and Unknown comes over, but Kaminsky stands her ground {5}. Unknown surprisingly respectfully steps away and goes to Storm and Knot across the ring {6}. They exchange a few words and Storm lets out a chuckle {7}, and Unknown rolls into the ring {8}. Squat also manages to get on the apron, but Unknown runs and knees him, causing him to go to one knee on the apron. He picks him up, clutches an arm and the head, and suplexes him right over the ropes into the ring! Cover!
ONE...
TWO...
THR - NO! Squat struggles out.
Unknown gets up before Squat and picks up the hurt leg, then drives his knee into the leg, hard down into the mat. He pins Squat's leg under his own, and bends it in a way nature never intended. After about 20 seconds in the hold, we hear Knot take Carlos's headset once again and preach to the audience at home.
Knot: Look at my man Unknown. Do you see this? Look at his leg, he's done! Squat is done, and that two dollar piece of ass over there is trying to help. Baby, get to praying, that's about all you can do. And look where that will get you. It'll get you a broken leg!
Carlos: Give me that!
Squat tries to battle the pain and Kaminsky calls for some crowd support after a while in the hold by banging on the mat. The crowd invigorates Squat and after maybe a minute in the hold, he makes it to the ropes! Unknown surprisingly cleanly breaks the hold.
Unknown slides to the outside of the ring and slides Squat over from the inside of the ring so his legs are hanging out around the ring post. He grabs the right leg, cocks it back, WHAM! HE THROWS IT RIGHT INTO THE STEEL RING POST! He takes it back again, WHAM! AGAIN, RAMMING IT INTO THE POST! Squat tries to wriggle away, but Unknown grabs both legs this time, crosses his left leg over on top of the right, puts his own leg on top, FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK AROUND THE RING POST!!! SQUAT IS OVERWHELMED WITH EXCRUCIATING PAIN!! THE REF COUNTS!
1...!
2.....!
3.....!
4.....!
Unknown relinquishes the hold at 4, but the damage has been done!
He reenters the ring and Squat is desperately holding his right leg. Unknown simply stomps on it, and again. He picks him up and Squat is limping, but he "helps him out" by hooking the bad leg up, reaches around his head, locks his hands, CRADLE SUPLEX! Pinfall!
ONE...
TWO....
NO! Squat won't give it up!
Unknown is on his feet and he grabs both of Squat's legs while he's down, twists them around, looks into the crowd as it grows, and HOOKS IN A SHARPSHOOTER!
Fooda: THIS IS IT CARLOS! THIS IS THE END OF JACK SQUAT!
Squat is screaming and trying to reach the ropes but he's in the center of the ring! 5,000 rabid OWWF fans are on their feet!
Carlos: THE SHARPSHOOTER HAS JACK SQUAT SCREAMING IN PAIN! HE'S IN THE CENTER OF THE RING, IS HE GONNA TAP?
Squat tries so hard to crawl closer to the ropes but Unknown won't budge! He plants his hands on the ring and pushes his torso up, screaming, trying to break the hold!
Fooda: He's an idiot! Look he's putting more pressure on his back!
Carlos: He's trying to break the hold! Is he - HE BROKE THE SHARPSHOOTER! HE BROKE THE SHARPSHOOTER!
Unknown falls to his face on top of Squat's legs, and Squat is trying to get them out from under him, BUT UNKNOWN SITS RIGHT BACK UP AND STILL HAS THE HOLD!
Fooda: WOOHOOO! HE DIDN'T BREAK IT! HE STILL HAS IT! THAT CRYBABY WON'T BE ADVANCING! THIS IS IT, CARLOS!
Carlos: I thought he broke the sharpshooter, we all did, but Unknown still had it locked it after all!
Still in the center of the ring, Squat is loosing energy quickly.
{PLEASE DON'T TAP! PLEASE DON'T TAP! PLEASE DON'T TAP!}
Squat looks to be unconscious! The ref raises one hand!
IT FALLS!
He raises it again...
IT FALLS A SECOND TIME!
{PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE! PLEASE DON'T DIE!}
He raises it a third time...
IT STAYS IN THE AIR! SQUAT IS ALIVE! Storm throws his hands in the air in disgust and Kaminsky jumps with every single fan in the OWWF Arena!
Squat's fist is shaking in the air, and again he plants his arms on the mat and pushes himself up!
Carlos: Can he do it this time...! SQUAT BROKE THE SHARPSHOOTER!
Fooda: OH COME ON!
Unknown goes flying through the bottom rope to the outside because Squat blew him off with such force!
Carlos: I CAN BARELY HEAR MYSELF THINK, FOODA! THIS PLACE IS SO LOUD!
Storm and Knot go to Unknown on the outside and encourage him to get back in there. Squat, off pure adrenaline, is trying to pull himself up using the ropes. Unknown slides back in and charges towards Squat, but he's backdropped over the ropes too the apron! Unknown goes right back into the ring and runs towards Squat who is in the middle of the ring. He ducks a clothesline and comes back BUT IS GREETED WITH A SCRAPBUSTER! COVER!
ONE...
TWO....
{TWOOOOOOOOOOO!} UNKNOWN GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Squat gets up and limps. He drags Unknown with some difficulty to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle very slowly. He's on the top rope, squatting, but UNKNOWN GETS UP AND CAVES IN HIS LEG WITH A RIGHT HAND, CLIMBS UP THE TOP ROPE LIKE A CAT, AND EXECUTES AN AVALANCHE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX, CRASHING HARD DOWN!
BOTH MEN ARE DOWN IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!
1....
2....
3....
4....
5....
Fooda: Don't tell me this is gonna be a double count out!
6....
Unknown starts to move his arm.
7.....
Carlos: We're at seven!
8.....
Unknown is turning over..
9....
UNKNOWN DRAPES AN ARM OVER THE CHEST OF SQUAT!
ONE...
TWO...
{TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!} SQUAT GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Storm: Get up, 'Known!
Unknown gets up first after a moment of disbelief. The camera zooms in on his face, shocked behind his forest of hair.
He stops again on the leg of Squat.
Fooda: What does Unknown have to do to put Squat away?!
Unknown raises his arms in his signature crucifix pose, which signals that the end is finally near. He picks up Squat and delivers a stiff kick to the chest, which could be heard a block away, and left the entire arena squirming. Squat goes to a knee but Unknown picks him up by the hair and puts him on his back in a fireman's carry position! He brings him to the center of the ring, BUT SQUAT WRIGGLES FREE BEHIND HIM! He runs behind him against the ropes and Unknown meets him in the middle of the ring with a forearm to the face, but Squat out of pure adrenaline hits him back with a forearm of his own! They exchange forearms in the center of the ring! Back and forth, back and forth! Squat gets the upper hand and Unknown stumbles back, Squat misses a clothesline, he comes back, Unknown leapfrogs over him, Squat comes back again and simply tackles him! They fly into the ropes, Squat pulls Unknown back, rolls back INTO A PINFALL!
ONE...
TWO...
NO!
Unknown kicks him off and Squat is pushed into the ropes. Unknown gets up and Squat comes back BUT CATCHES HIM IN A LARGE PACKAGE!
ONE...
TWO....
NO! UNKNOWN GETS OUT!
They both stand up and we get a stand off!! THE CROWD GOES CRAZY IN APPRECIATION!
Squat charges Unknown and he falls to have Squat jump under him. He does, then Unknown leapfrogs over him again, and he leapfrogs again without turning around, BUT SQUAT CATCHES UNKNOWN ON HIS SHOULDERS! HE GRABS HIS HEAD, RUBIX CUBE! HE HITS THE RUBIX CUBE!!
ONE....
TWO....
THREE!!!
DING DING DING!
Jewel: At 18 minutes and 42 seconds, your winner of the match, JACK SQUAT!!!!
Storm is irate on the outside, pulling out his hair and banging on the mat. He goes inside the ring and is about to attack Squat, but Kaminsky stands in front of him, and Storm just stares and decides to just pick up Unknown and drag him out. Unknown walks out with him and Knot, and Kaminsky helps her man out later to a very appreciative crowd. Squat is limping again as the adrenaline wore off after the match.
5. “SURFIN” SCOTTIE ADAMS, RAY HOFFMAN, RODRIGO MACHADO & THE ATOMIC PUNKS vs. JIMMY CARNIVAL (w/ Todd Trepain), JOHN HALL, HAZARD, CHRIS EVERLAST & THE REAPER
Jewel: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is a five man tag team contest, scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing team number one. Firstly, hailing from Malibu, California, weighing 233 pounds, "SURFIN" SCOTTIE ADAMS!
The crowd pops as Scottie's music hits. Scottie bursts onto the stage carrying his trademark surfboard. Scottie gives the fans a wave, then slams the surfboard down onto the ramp, he jumps on the board and "surfs" his way towards the ring. As Scottie is halfway down the aisle, one of his tag partners walks through the curtain.
Jewel: From Augusta, Maine, weighing 187 pounds, “THE HIGHLIGHT REEL EXTRAORDINAIRE”, RAY HOFFMAN!
Hoffman jokes and laughs with a few fans on the way to the ring. The next team member comes out to some South American Samba style music.
Jewel: From Minas Gerais, Brazil. Weighing 240 pounds, “THE BRAZILIAN WARRIOR”, RODRIGO MACHADO!
Machado clinches both fists in front of him as walks to the ring, then slaps hands with a lot of the fans ringside.
Jewel: And at a combined weight of 440 pounds, hailing from the Bronx, New York City. They are accompanied by Kitten, THE ATOMIC COWBOYS!!!
The crowd give a huge pop for The Atomic Cowboys as they make their way to the ring.
Carlos: A fantastic reception for these two guys, the fans acknowledging the amazing match they had with “The Faith Breakers” at our last show, Wins and Losses.
Team one is finally in the ring. The wrestlers high five and pat each other on the back whilst waiting for their opposition.
Jewel: Introducing their opponents. First, hailing from Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Weighing 250 pounds and accompanied by his manager, TODD TREPAIN, MR PRO WRESTLING, JIMMY CARNIVAL!
The crowd boo the crap out of Carnival and Trepain. Carnival has a mic in his hand as he walks slowly to the ring.
Carnival: You people shut the hell up for a minute, will ya?
The crowd become even more raucous.
Carnival: You would think that after having my World Title Tournaments hopes stolen from me by someone as pathetic as you Scottie, Jimmy Carnival would be allowed to exact some form of revenge in one on one competition? Instead, Commissioner Khali throws me into some random 5 man tag team match, hoping to showcase the “talent” of 9 OWWF jabroni’s who couldn’t qualify for a hot dog eating tournament, let alone World Title Tournament. Commissioner Khali, you want to showcase talent? There is only one talent in the OWWF you need to showcase. Me. So let’s get this shambles over with so I can go back to doing what I do best, wrestling.
Carnival hands the mic to Trepain as they reach the ring apron.
Trepain: Get it? Got it? Good!
The crowd pour on the boo’s. Carnival’s first partner comes out onto the stage.
Jewel: From Portland, Oregon, weighing 221 pounds, EXTRA ORDINARY, JOHN HALL!
As Hall walks to the ring, he trash talks and taunts a few fans. He gives a “my *CENSORED* don’t stink” smile to the camera. He walks up the ring steps and enters through the ropes. He stands on the second turnbuckle and strikes an arrogant pose.
Jewel: From Toronto, Canada, weighing 275 pounds, HAZARD!!
The peculiar looking Hazard makes his way to the ring, pointing at his face. Halfway down the aisle, the fourth team member appears on the stage.
Jewel: From Miami, Florida, weighing 221 pounds, CHRIS EVERLAST!!
Carlos: Everlast is accompanied by a different female valet to the one he had at our last show.
Fooda: Yeah, and the one before that. That boy doesn’t do too badly for himself.
The crowd give Everlast some real heat. Boo’s and “You Suck!” chants fill the arena
Carlos: Well, none the less, this crowd are responding to the beat down Everlast handed Machado at Wins and Losses.
Everlast makes his way around the ring to the timekeepers table, where a chair is made available to his valet.
Jewel: And hailing from Parts Unknown, weighing 273 pounds and accompanied by Ivy, this is THE REAPER!!
Ivy walks a few paces in front of The Reaper as they come down the aisle.
Carlos: The fans still don’t seem to know what to make of The Reaper. An eerie atmosphere when this man comes to the ring.
The Reaper walks up the steps and ducks through the top and middle rope. He joins his team members, who are all now standing by their corner. Team one have a brief discussion and Rodrigo Machado stays in the ring as the others take up position on the outside.
Jimmy Carnival gestures for everyone of his team members to get out the ring. They duly oblige, apart from The Reaper, who gives Carnival an icy stare before duck through the ropes.
Carlos: So we got Carnival and Machado kicking things off for us in this huge ten man tag.
The ref signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Upon the bell, Machado walks up to Carnival and points towards the opposing corner, gesturing that he wants Everlast in the ring, not Carnival. Carnival pauses to think about it then turns towards his corner as if to tag Everlast, but then swings and hits Machado huge right hand! Carnival unloads on Machado with right hands then backs him up to the ropes with some stinging chops
{WOOOOOO!}
Carnival sends Machado for the ride, Machado comes back, Hip toss by Carnival but Machado counters with one of his own! Carnival is quickly back to his feet but Machado puts him down with a standing dropkick! Again Carnival is up quickly, this time Machado gets him with arm drag. As soon as Carnival is up, Machado hits a second arm drag! This time Carnival only gets to his knees and shows a load of frustration as Machado keeps his fighting stance and the crowd applaud the action. Carnival gets to his feet, the men circle, and go into a collar and elbow tie up. Carnival forces Machado back into a neutral corner then drives his shoulder into the Brazilian’s midsection three times in quick succession. He then comes up and hits a quick European uppercut. Carnival applies a quick arm wrench and leads Machado towards team two’s corner. John Hall offers his hand and Carnival tags him in. Hall takes over the arm wrench. Hall yanks on Machado’s arm a couple of times then drives his elbow into the Brazilian’s shoulder. Machado drops to one knee, then forward rolls, springs up and counters into a Hammerlock. Hall moves around look for a way out. He rolls his shoulders under Machado’s arm and performs a fireman’s carry take down. As Machado gets up, Hall slaps on a side headlock. Machado backs Hall into the ropes, Cowboys leans in and tags Machado on the back as he forces Hall to the other side. Machado goes to ground, Hall steps over him and Cowboy springboards in with a Crossbody on Hall!! Pin attempt,
ONE...
TWO...
TH...KICK OUT BY HALL!
Cowboy goes to the ropes, comes back and hits Hall as he is getting up with a drop kick to the face. Cowboy quickly brings Hall back to his feet. Irish whip attempt by Cowboy, but Hall reverses. Hall runs at Cowboy, clothesline, but Cowboy ducks. Hall carries on and comes back of the ropes, as does Cowboy on the opposite side. Another Crossbody by Cowboy, but Hall goes for a fly forearm which connects with Cowboys face! Both men sort of spin in mid air!!
Carlos: Damn! That was like 90 mile per hour head on car crash!!!
Hall manages to shake of the cobwebs and get quickly across to his corner. He tags in Hazard. Hazard gets across to Cowboy quickly before he can make a tag. He hits a couple of right hands before sending Cowboy into a neutral corner furthest away. Hazard follows up with a running clothesline. Hazard then beats Cowboy down in the corner with a volley of right hands. He turns and walks away from the corner, then turns and sprints towards a slumped Cowboy. Hazard connects with a vicious knee to the face. Hazard drags Cowboy out of the corner, towards the middle of the ring. There, he bodyslam’s Cowboy onto the canvas. Hazard gets up, bounces off the ropes and lands an elbow drop on Cowboys chest. Hazard brings Cowboy up to his feet then sends him to the ropes. Cowboy comes back as Hazard lowers his head for a backbody drop. Cowboy forward rolls across Hazards back and carries onto the other side, where he tags in Ajax.
Ajax quickly gets into the ring and hits Hazard with huge clothesline. Hazard gets up quickly but Ajax sends him down with another clothesline. As Hazard gets up this time, Ajax sets him up for a vertical suplex. He lifts Hazard up and holds him there for a few seconds before falling backwards. Cover by Ajax,
ONE...
TWO...
TH...KICK OUT BY HAZARD!
Ajax brings Hazard up and slaps a front face lock on him. Ajax backs into his own corner, where Scottie tags in. Scottie springs over the top rope to great reception from the fans. {SCOTTIE, SCOTTIE, SCOTTIE!!!} Scottie gives a swift kick to Hazards mid section then Ajax breaks the hold and leaves the ring. Scottie applies an arm wrench then gives a hard knife edge chop to Hazard with his free arm, sending his opponent to the mat. Scottie pulls Hazard up and hits a second chop. Hazard goes down again and again Scottie pulls him up to deliver a third chop. When Hazard comes back up this time, Scottie pulls him towards and hits an inverted atomic drop. Scottie sends Hazard to the ropes and brings him down with a drop toe hold. Scottie then stands on Hazards back and “Surfs”!!! The crowd pop! Out of nowhere, Jimmy Carnival runs in and hits Scottie with a huge clothesline from behind!! Carnival gets a few kicks in on Scottie before the ref manages to force him back to his corner. Hazard is getting back to feet, favouring his back but also looking pissed. As Scottie starts to get up, Hazard hits the ropes and fires back towards his opponent. Hazard turns Scottie inside out with a huge clothesline from Hell!! Cover by Hazard,
ONE...
TWO...
THR...SHOULDER UP FROM SCOTTIE!!!
Hazard lifts Scottie up and gets him in a front face lock. He backs over to his corner and holds out his hand. Chris Everlast tags in, to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Everlast lands some clubbing forearms to the back of Scottie as Hazard gets out of the ring. Everlast backs Scottie into the centre of the ropes with some rights hand then whips him across to the other side. Everlast hits Scottie with text book drop kick. Everlast then pretends to surf, mocking his opponent. The crowd break out a “You Suck!!” chant. Everlast then brings Scottie to his feet, underhooks both his arms, pauses to give the fans an arrogant smirk and then hits Double Underhook Suplex. Cover by Everlast
ONE...
TWO...
THR...KICK OUT BY SCOTTIE!!!
Everlast slaps his own hand three times, gesturing a quicker count from the ref. Everlast brings a groggy Scottie up to his feet. He kick him in the gut then to set up a piledriver, but just before he hits it Scottie counters with a back leg trip. He shouts “Shark in the Water!” and applies an ankle lock to Everlast's right leg. Quickly, Everlast puts his weight on his left leg and rolls forward, sending towards the ropes, draped on the second one. Everlast quickly catapults himself over the top rope, leg drop to the back of Scotties head- NO! Scottie moves and Everlast hits the ring apron and crashes to the floor! The ref starts the count. Scottie measures up his opponent. On 4, Everlast is just up to his when Scottie hits a Senton Plancha from ring!!! As both men are on the floor, Carnival and Hall drop to the floor walk around towards Scottie. Atomic punks and Hoffman are quick to get around the ring and as Scottie and Everlast get to their feet, a melee ensues!
Carlos: Look out; we got a six man brawl right here!!
Fooda: Resembles kicking out time at O’Reilly’s after Fridays 5 hour long happy hour!!
The Ref leans through the ropes and tries to regain control. As the men peel away, Rodrigo Machado fires through the middle and top with a Suicide Dive taking out Hall and Carnival and sending all three men crashing into the guardrail!! Eventually, Scottie rolls Everlast back into the ring. Scottie follows him in and brings Everlast up to his feet. Irish whip by Scottie but Everlast reverses. Scottie comes back, Everlast with a back body drop but Scottie manages to shift himself and land on his feet behind Everlast. Scottie tries to hook Everlast’s arms for a Tiger Suplex but Everlast spins around and hits a quick reverse DDT! Everlast quickly drags Scottie towards his corner and tags in the Reaper. Reaper immediately starts to stomp the hell out of Scottie. He slowly pulls Scottie up by the hair and hits a measured elbow to the back of his head. Reaper then drags Scottie over to the ropes. There, he places Scotties neck; face down, across the top rope. Reaper reaches under with both arms and pulls down on the back of Scotties head, choking him on the top rope!!
Ref: Hey break the hold!! Break it man! Hey...1...2...3...4...
Reaper breaks just before 5. He quickly turns and looks down at the ref, who firms it, despite Reaper’s evil look. Reaper turns back to Scottie. He grabs him by the hair and guides him towards the corner, before slamming Scottie face first into the top turn buckle.
Carlos: I got to say, the Reaper looks like he enjoys dishing out pain and punishment.
Fooda: Yeah, I wonder if Ivy does?!
Carlos: Give me a break!
As Scottie staggers backwards, Reaper takes hold of him and hits a front Russian leg sweep in the centre of the ring. Reaper then takes hold of Scotties head and feet, rolls backward and synchs’ in a Bow and Arrow lock!! Scottie is immediately in a world of hurt.
Carlos: My god, look at the contortion in Scotties back, you’re not meant to bend that way!
Scotties arm a flailing frantically, the ref is having a close look. Reaper pulls down even harder, Scottie screams in agony! {PLEASE DONT TAP, PLEASE DONT TAP!} At that moment, Ajax comes out of nowhere and stomps on Reaper, to a large pop from the crowd, causing him to release the hold. The ref tries to force Ajax back into his corner. Reaper stands up and turns towards Ajax. Both get up close and the ref tries to force his way between them. While this going on, Scottie is getting slowly to he’s feet, only to be meet by a Superkick from a now in ring Carnival, behind the ref’s back!!!
Carlos: What the hell is Carnival doing?
Ajax is pissed momentarily but then realises its best if he gets back on the apron. Reaper turns around and pins Scottie,
ONE...
TWO...
TH...SHOULDER UP FROM SCOTTIE! {TWWOOOO!}
Reaper drags Scottie up by his hair. Standing in the centre of the ring, Reaper sends Scottie for the ride. Scottie comes back and Reaper goes for a clothesline. Scottie ducks and fires off the over side. Reaper sets up for a back body drop but Scottie is wise to it and hits Malibu Sunset!!
The Crowd mark out!! {SCOTTIE, SCOTTIE, SCOTTIE!} Both men are down. The ref starts a count. Scottie starts to crawl towards his corner, where four outstretched hands wait for him. The Crowd are willing Scottie on. Reaper is moving slowly. Scottie dives and tags in Ray Hoffman, to a nice pop from the crowd! Hoffman catches a now standing Reaper with a running spinning wheel kick. Reaper is up pretty rapidly; Hoffman goes to the ropes and comes back with a single knee facebuster on the Reaper. Hoffman then grabs the groggy but standing Reaper’s wrist. He sprints towards the corner, runs up the turnbuckles and springs of the top rope, pulling off a Hurricanrana on the Reaper!!! The crowd pop and Hoffman just gives a goofy grin. Hoffman points upwards, signalling for another. Hoffman springs onto the top turnbuckle in a neutral corner. He waits for the Reaper to stand up. As Reaper turns towards him, Hoffman leaps and goes for another Hurricanrana. This time Reaper stands firm on Hoffman’s downward motion.
Carlos: Uh Oh, Hoffman went to well once too often!
Reaper lifts Hoffman into a Powerbomb position. Hoffman desperately rains down right hands to the head of the Reaper. Reaper staggers backwards towards Hoffman’s corner. He then falls backwards and Hoffman lands on Reapers chest, he hooks a leg, pin attempt,
ONE...
TWO...
THR...KICK OUT BY THE REAPER!
The force from Reapers kick out sends Hoffman towards his corner, he tags in Ajax! Ajax charges at Reaper and sends him crashing with a huge clothesline. He quickly brings Reaper up gets him in the pump handle set up. He works looks out at the crowd and bellow’s, “YEAH!” before delivering a huge pump handle slam in the middle of the ring. Ajax then quick tags Cowboy. Ajax takes position at the side of the Reaper. Cowboy runs at Ajax, who elevates Cowboy over his head about 8 feet into the air! Cowboy comes down and hits a huge Leg Drop on Reaper!! The Crowd love it! Ajax goes to the apron and works the Crowd, as Cowboy points to the corner. He runs over and leaps up onto the top turnbuckle. Cowboy is perch up top,
Carlos: I think Cowboy is looking to finish this with something specta....Oh look out!!!!!
Jimmy Carnival out of nowhere runs along the apron and swipes Cowboys left leg away!! Cowboy is straddled on the top turnbuckle, with that “no grand kids for me look”. The Crowd boo the crap out of Carnival, but pop as Hoffman, Ajax and Machado chase around the ring to their opponent’s side. Carnival, Everlast and Hazard drop to the floor and another 6 man brawl kicks off on the arena floor by the aisle!
Fooda: Here we’re go again! Another pier 6 brawl!!
Carlos: Where the hell is Pier 6?
Fooda: Down at Parts Unknown bay? How the heck do I know!
The ref leans over the top rope and tries to regain control again. In the ring, Cowboy is still stranded on the top rope catching his breath and Reaper is starting to get to his feet. As he does, Scottie comes in and sends him crashing back down with a huge SuperKick!! Scottie turns towards the fray outside, only to hit by a John Hall Missile Dropkick from the tope turn buckle!
Carlos: Hall must have been 13 feet up in the air!
The impact sends Scottie rolling back into his corner. Hall glances towards the brawl. He grabs to top rope, vaults onto it, turns Kid Kash style and pulls off DOWN THE HALL onto the 6 men below!!! The Crowd go CRAZY!! {HOLY *CENSORED*, HOLY *CENSORED*, HOLY *CENSORED*!!!}
Carlos: GOD DAMN!! JOHN HALL JUST TOOK OUT 6 MEN WITH THAT INSANE DOUBLE MOONSAULT!!
The ref dives outside to check on the wrestlers. Cowboy is now recovered and steadies himself on the top rope. Reaper is still down. Cowboys hits a huge Shooting Star Press!!! Cover by Cowboy,
BUT NO REF!!!!
He is still on the outside!
Carlos: Hey Ref! Get back in there!
Cowboy hits the canvas three times with his own hand but to no avail. Cowboy then gets off Reaper and leans through the ropes. He tugs on the ref’s arm, who turns and realises what’s gone down. He slides back in the ring and Cowboy covers Reaper again,
ONE...
TWO...
THRE...SHOULDER UP FROM THE REAPER!
Cowboy puts his hands to head, he can’t believe it! Reaper rolls slowly towards the bottom rope. Cowboy gets to his feet and shows his frustration to the ref. Hazard slides under the bottom rope.
Carlos: Cowboy may want to look out here!
Hazard gets behind Cowboy and hooks both his arms, CANADIAN FLAPJACK!!
Ajax hits the ring and kicks Hazard in the gut, GORILLA PRESS SLAM!!
Ajax turns into Jimmy Carnival, who grabs him by the throat, OH CANADA!!
Scottie is back up; he measures an unaware Carnival, punch to the midsection, WIPE OUT!!
Everlast is poised on the top turnbuckle, Scottie don’t see him, EVERLASTING IMPRESSION!!
Everlast poses for his valet, turns and walks into Machado, SAMBA DROP!!
Machado shove his finger in Everlast’s face, doesn’t see Hall coming at him, BLIZZARD!!
Hall gives his arrogant pose to the fans but is spun around by Ray Hoffman, THE 420!!
Ray gives a stupid grin, then gets clattered from behind; Reaper sets him up, BARRY WHITE DRIVER!!!
Reaper rolls backwards, up onto his feet.
Reaper: THE END IS NEAR!!!
Carlos: It might not be the ending you want though! Look behind you!
Ajax kicks Reaper in the gut as he turns around and Cowboy takes position on the top rope. Ajax lifts Reaper from the waist and Cowboy flies!
Carlos: RUMBLE IN THE BRONX!!!!
Cowboy with the cover,
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING DING!!!!
Jewel: Here are your winners, the team of RAY HOFFMAN, RODRIGO MACHADO, SCOTTIE ADAMS AND THE ATOMIC PUNKS!!!
Carlos: Well folks, that match was a fantastic endorsement of the talent NOT in the OWWF World Title Tournament, of which we still have the second half to. What an incredible night this is turning out to be!
Cowboy and Ajax celebrate in the ring to a fantastic response from the Crowd.
{THAT WAS AWSOME!!! CLAP, CLAP, CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!}
Hoffman is helped by Scottie and Machado. Then all 5 men stand in a row and raise their hands. They then leave the ring and interact with the fans as they go up the aisle. Once off the stage, the losing team members gradually leave the ringside area.