MidWeek Mayhem (10/30) Monkey's Elbow, Kentucky

[BookerShark]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Monkey's Elbow, KY
October 30, 2013

Onslaught Championship Match
Miranda Williams vs. Ghosthead

Non-Title Match
Salvation vs. Tommy Wilder & Alexis Darling

Winner Gets a PPV World Title Shot
Danny Taylor vs. Christian Carter vs. Chris Evans vs. Matt Folz

Winner Gets a PPV World Tag Team Title Shot
Banned From Everywhere vs. Suicide Kings vs. Murphy's Law

Winner Gets a PPV Onslaught Championship Title Shot
Stank vs. Alexander Darling vs. Mai Muyo

Firewoman vs. Chloe
Moosehead Jack vs. Chad Madison
LD Williams vs. Zane Myers

Card subject to.....what else? Monkey business

[BookerShark]

Ecosystem and Stan Fulton are celebrating their win…er, title defense backstage, drinking a couple beers and watching the Vikings-Packers game, when an Intrepid Interviewer comes through the door.

II: Ecosystem! Would you care to explain your reprehensible actions—

Stan throws a bottle at the head of the interviewer. He ducks, but Eco is up and shoves the interviewer face-first against the wall. He strokes his face lovingly with his free hand.

Eco: My my. Storming into the champions’ locker room with accusations. Very courageous. Very brave. Ooh, if I was a younger man….

You want me to explain something? I’ll explain something. I’ll explain how disqualifications work. We walked in the champions. We walked out the champions. There you go.

So let’s pretend you asked a better question. (Eco moves his mouth, using a squeaky voice) Say Stan? Did you have your Grand Slam Ceremony yet, commemorating your great accomplishment?

Stan: (mock-thinking) Why, what a great question. You know, it didn’t even cross my mind, but no, I haven’t. I suppose there must be a real scheduling problem. It couldn’t be that everyone else in the back continues to ignore and minimize my accomplishments. Goodness knows I’ve always had the respect I deserve. To say otherwise would be crazy talk!

Eco: Crazy talk indeed! And anyone who knows me knows….

Eco shoves the interviewer’s head against the wall again and comes up close to his ear, licking the lobe and helix of the ear.

Eco: …I’m not crazy.

So here’s an exclusive. In commemoration of our VALIANT, HEROIC victory tonight, on Wednesday, October 30th, Stan Fulton will have his Grand Slam Celebration, and the whole locker room will stand in silent awe as he takes his place among the Immortals. Go inform the peons.

Eco shoves the man to the ground, and he scurries away. Stan pumps his fist.

Eco: You’re that excited?

Stan: No. Peterson touchdown.

FADE

[BookerShark]

(Chloe is backstage following her victory non-loss to Firewoman. She has an evil grin on her face and a steely glint in her eyes. She walks up to Moose and drops to her knees and looks up at him.)

Chloe: She ran. She's scared.

Moose: She walked away. There's a difference.

Chloe: She's not afraid?

Moose: No. There's something else going on. Always remember, Fire is dangerous...and she's not always what she seems.

Chloe: Rule number one? But...

Moose: You have her again Wednesday night. I think we need to have a special training session.

Chloe: Yes Jack, but first...

(Chloe reaches into her bag and pulls out...two glasses and a bottle of Kilbeggan. Moose smiles as Chloe reaches up and hands him a glass and fills it, then fills her own. Still on her knees, she raises her glass as does Moose. They down the whiskey, then Moose throws out his arms and Chloe, an evil glint in her eyes, throws back her head and begins laughing maniacally...)

Moose: Whatever strange game she's playing, the only winning move is not to play. Make her play our game. Eventually, she'll have to make a move. And when she does, we all win.

Chloe: Trust us.

(The maniacal laughing continues as we...)

FADE

[BookerShark]

(The scene is the tape room in the American Sunrise complex, where Edra, Sunny, and Mary Lou are watching live the Doomy Doomy Doom Doom pay per view. The Firewoman/Chloe match has just ended and all three are stunned. Mary Lou turns off the feed and the lights come on.)

Mary Lou: Well, that was...different.

Sunny: Unexpected.

Edra: Totally fucked up.

(Mary Lou and Sunny turn, surprised at Edra's assessment.)

Edra: Fire HAD Clio. She HAD her, she had control. Then she just...walks out?

Sunny: Told you. Looks like Clio's got HER mind games working.

Edra: Nononononono... Fire could...she...this is seventeen shades of fucked up.

Mary Lou: Edra, can I say something without you getting all bent out of shape?

Edra: ….maybe...

Mary Lou: Wrestling Unlimited is offering you a three show package starting this weekend. The money sucks, but you get back into the ring with some people in a...

Edra: All I want to do...

Mary Lou: (Standing up and getting in front of Edra, who stands, towering over her much shorter stepmother) You listen to me. Your sister has been back in a ring for going on seven months and Moose has her wound tighter than a seven day clock. She's dangerous. And you're going to go in without any serious ring time and beat her?

Sunny: Even Fire knows...

Edra: Fuck Fire

Mary Lou: Too late.

Sunny: I don't...we don't want you getting hurt again.

(A long uncomfortable silence follows)

Edra: (Sighs) Three shows, the first this weekend.

Mary Lou: Yes. The money isn't good, but you'll...

Edra: Fuck the money. I just want to get some more real practice. I need a workout.

Sunny: You sure you're ready?

Edra: First you two try to talk me into this, now you're questioning me?

Sunny: No, I'm just worried.

Mary Lou: We'll get you someone easy.

Edra: No, you won't. You'll get me the biggest baddest wrasslers they've got. Preferably two or three. Gotta be ready for the Saints.

Mary Lou: Whatever you say, Edra. Wanna watch the rest of the Pay Per View?

Edra: Nope. I think I wanna hit the workout room. What I just saw pissed me off seventeen ways until Sunday...

(Edra turns and head out of the tape room and to the locker area.)

Sunny: She still has no idea, does she.

Mary Lou: I hope not. Because if she does, she's in more trouble than I thought.

(Mary Lou and Sunny sit down and turn the feed back on. They cringe as they realize they're watching kz and Texpress as we...)

FADE

[BookerShark]

This is part two of Stank's sit down talk with Jim Russ. Part one of this interview can be found here.


JR - Let's talk about your career.

Stank - Fine.

JR - As you stated you're a 10 time Tag-Team Champion.

Stank - Started out almost immediately with- 

JR - FF Capslock.

Stank - Correct.

JR - You both formed the original Drink & Destroy.

Stank - Yes we did.

JR - Three time tag team champions.

Stank - Yes sir.

JR - You still keep in touch with Capslock?

Stank - Not so much nowadays, but for awhile there, yes. We owned a business together out in Fresno, but after he sold me his half we lost touch. That was about two years ago. We've spoken on the phone maybe a half a dozen times since then, the last time being around June of last year. I still consider him a friend.

JR - Tell me about the formation of Drink & Destroy.

Stank -  Well, as you know, I used to be a Vice President in a fortune 500 company back in Atlanta. I was approached, at a bar, by some local indy oowfers and they hooked me up with oowf agents. What most people DON'T know is that my great, great, great grandpa was part of the Online Onslaught Wrestling Federation back when "online" really MEANT something...



[Scene fades to the old west circa 1867. A train whistle blares in the distance. Soon the train approaches, then roars by the camera. There are 5 passenger cars, the middle car is an open air one with a wrestling ring set up. We cut to inside the second passenger car.]



Conductor - I'm telling you Mistah Scaia this idear of yours is dangerous and irrisponsible. I mean wrasslin... on a Train? Fo pity's SAKE!



MS - Quit yer yappin! I bought this here train and I kin do whatevah the heck I feel-

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JR - Uh excuse me!

Stank - What?

JR - How about we don't tempt fate with the neverending promo and fast forward to around 2005.

Stank - ... ... fine... Moose actually brought Francis-

JR - Who?

Stank - FF Capslock.

JR - Oh.

Stank - Are you going to continue interrupting me?

JR - Sorry. Please continue.

Stank - Anyway FF CAPSLOCK and I were approached by Moose to uh... take care of some business. We were new to the Federation and eager to prove ourselves... it worked out.

JR - Did you and Capslock get along right away?

Stank - Absolutely. Thinking about it now it was kind of remarkable.

JR - Would you consider him your best partner during your tag championship runs.

Stank - Best? I don't know. Each person I won the tag team championship with brought something different to the table. With Capslock it was raw power, size, and charisma. Poe much the same but with more aggression. Moose it was pure, raw, viciousness, and LD...? Obviously LD is the best wrestler ever to grace an OOWF ring... besides myself of course.

JR - I think it's fair to say that much of your legacy in the OOWF is tied to your early days with Drink & Destroy. You were a fan favorite through most of your time with that faction. Now, not so much, but the faction lives on. What are your thoughts on the current Drink & Destroy?

*There is a long pause before Stank speaks.*

Stank - When Moose and I were a tag team he made a vow to me that together we would destroy D&D... and we damn near did it... .... ..... You know I was... insulted... the audacity that they would persist without me... ... fuck I don't know... it is what it is.

JR - Any regrets leaving the group.

Stank - I regret... the only regret I have is what Moose and I did to Spin Hansen. I had no idea he would end up taking his own life after we ended his career.

JR - You couldn't have known.

Stank - People want to call me a bad guy and you know... rightfully so... I am a bad guy. That doesn't mean I didn't consider Spin to be a brother. You asked me earlier about who I thought was my best partner... Spin was... loyal... more than any... and I betrayed him. I'd do it again. Don't mean I'd like it... anyway... I regret what happened to Spin.

JR -

Stank - As for the rest of D&D... I respect their desire to remain a group... but they ain't the same as when I was the boss. Make no mistake.

JR - How so?

Stank - If you got to ask you ain't been paying attention.

JR - Let's assume I haven't.

Stank - You know what they say about assume.

JR - Humor me.

Stank - Alright. When I was running D&D there wasn't a month that went by where one of us wasn't carrying OOWF Gold. When I was running D&D if a faction like The Saints of Sinners came around threatening us, they wouldn't last a year. Nobody fucked with D&D under my watch... and if they did they got hurt. They got ended. What D&D lacks nowadays is a decisive leader. 

JR - You think they would do better now under your watch?

Stank - I don't think... I know. Danny would be World Champion. The Murphy's would be Tag Team Champions. Hell, Victor could kick back and run the day to day without fear of anyone fucking with him. And the beer would continuously flow. But my Drink & Destroy days are behind me. 

JR - You sure?

Stank - Please. I left for good reason.

JR - Which was?

Stank - To coin a phrase... it was best... for business... My business.

JR - Let's move on then to your first singles title.

Stank - That would be the World Championship.

JR - Was there any difference between winning it the first time and the second?

Stank - Winning it the first time was sweet. It was a culmination of a lot things. Much like what the Saints are doing today my goal then was to expose some of the hypocrisy of the so called faces of the OOWF. Hell I was a face at the time made a heel by virtue of who I had a problem with.

JR - The Heroes Guild.

Stank - Yes. They had a referee in their back pocket.

JR - With all due respect... you and the Saints had a General Manger in yours.

Stank - Did we? If true... how did that work out for us, huh? Didn't stop the white hats from getting what they wanted, did it? Shit if Bennett was truly in our back pocket do you think he would be gone now?

JR - I...

Stank - Right. What Crete did was different. His ref was affecting the outcome of matches. So to finally expose that hypocrisy and to capture the World title despite Crete's crooked ref... was a moment to remember, but if given a choice... I'd say the second time I won the belt was sweeter. Too bad that reign ended like it did.

JR - You quit.

Stank - I was forced to. Juni was out of control. The pressure of trying to keep him in check while being champion... I guess it proved to much. Something had to give.

JR - Do you regret surrendering the title?

Stank - Yes. I regret that whole affair. I was pushed over the edge by Juni's megalomania, an increasingly ungrateful, and resentful locker room, and a nagging injury. It was too much to deal with that and be World Champion. I gave it a good try though and lasted longer than I think anyone else could under those conditions.

JR - You were part of the administrative regime then.

Stank - Yes.

JR - Why not simply give that up and remain champion?

Stank - Juni made it so I couldn't remain one without the other... and at the time I didn't see any way to remain me without giving it all up.


Next week, the third and final installment of Jim Russ' interview with Stank, a continued retrospective on the future Hall of Famer's career, and further discussion on Stank's future with the OOWF. Plus some of his favorite matches and a look into his personal life.

[BookerShark]

We cut to Salvation in their locker room hearing a knock at the door. Stan opens the door to see Matt Folz standing there in a Red Sox hat and a homemade t-shirt that's a picture of Greg Jennings with the words "I whined my way out of Green Bay and all I got were these lousy quarterbacks" written underneath. Stan looks at the shirt and rolls his eyes.

SF: Here to brag?

MF: Nah, actually need to talk to you both. May I come in?

SF: Sure.

Folz walks in and nods at Ecosystem.

Eco: Matt.

MF: Juni.

SF: So what did you want to talk to us about?

Matt reaches into his pocket and pulls out two envelopes, handing one to Stan and one to Eco.

MF: Easy to hand deliver these when we're only inviting three people in this entire company. Jaime's giving Mai hers right now, here are your invitations to the wedding. Friday November 22nd, in Green Bay. Bachelor and Bachelorette parties the night before.

Eco: Friday night? Aren't weddings traditionally on Saturdays?

MF: Gives Jaime and I a little time to enjoy ourselves before having to fly to North Carolina for the Pay Per View.

SF: In Green Bay??

MF: Dude, That was the one fight during wedding planning I actually won. Finally got her to realize it was easier and more logical for everyone if we got married in my home town instead of flying to Australia and getting married in hers.

Eco: Why not just get married live on the Pay Per View?

MF: Because I'm an idiot, but not that big of one. How many wrestling weddings live on TV go off without a hitch?

Eco: I concede your point.

SF (after a pause): IN GREEN BAY???!!!!!!!

MF: Oh shut up you big baby, it's two freaking nights, not asking you to move there.

SF: Dammit, ok. Anything else?

MF: Yeah, actually something I should have said to you both a while ago.

Folz extends his hand to both.

MF: Congratulations. To both of you on winning the Tag Championships, and to you especially Stan on completing your Grand Slam. Unlike some one else in this room, you actually earned it.

Eco: Still bitter about that Matt?

MF: Bitter? No, lets just say I haven't forgotten though. But we're not talking about that now. I saw your promo last night and you're absolutely right. Every other Grand Slam there's a ceremony no more than a week later, bringing in other Grand Slam winners, making a big presentation, etc. It's been a month and Stan hasn't gotten any of that, and I think it's fucking bullshit. Wednesday night I'll be cheering my ass off for you, it's a tremendous accomplishment and you deserve it.

SF: Thank you Matt.

Folz checks his watch.

MF: Well, I promised I'd take Jaime to dinner before the first pitch, have a nice evening gentlemen.

Folz walks out of the room as we...... FADE

[BookerShark]

This takes place immediately after the end of the PPV.

There's the commotion we've become accustomed to from the Darling Luxury Suites, but it's not Firewoman. It's not even Alex. It's Davin Moreland, while Fire just sits passively on the couch.

DM: JUST WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!

FW: *shrugs* Just wasn't feeling it.

LD: *coming in from post show stuff* What the hell, Davin?

DM: What the hell is right. Did you NOT see that? DID YOU NOT?

LD: No, I was getting ready for my--

DM: Well, then you missed your sister-in-law pulling a Maverick in the ring.

LD: A what?

FW: Dude, I am way smarter than Sarah Palin.

DM: What? NOT her... although, I'm impressed you knew that..."Top Gun?" Tom Cruise? Can't fly jets after his partner dies?

Fire and Lexie look at each other.

DM: Seriously?

LD: Wait...is that the one with the beach--

FW: --volleyball. Yes.

DM: CAN WE HAVE A SLUMBER PARTY SOME OTHER TIME?

LD: Have fun, Fire.

FW: Yeah...

Lexie leaves to hit the showers. Davin looks down at Fire who is still sitting on the couch, unfazed.

DM: WELL?

FW: What?

Alexander comes in, somewhat reluctantly as he heard the yelling down the hall.

DM: Fire....there are three things I know about you. One, you would never throw a match.

FW: Well...

DM: Two, you would never no-show a match--

FW: There was the one...

DM: Having a knife sticking out of your side is a legitimate reason. Three--

FW: ...

DM: ...

FW: ...

Davin leans down and gets in her face.

DM: You don't back down from anyone. Even when you should.

FW: Back out of my space, Davin.

He stares at her a bit longer, but then does stand back up.

DM: Why...so you can walk away?

FW: Davin, it just...the energy just wasn't right, okay?

DM: Seriously?

FW: Yeah, I mean...Mercury is in retrograde, Samhain is Thursday so the veil is all thin and stuff and--

DM: You are seriously not going to tell me that the reason you walked out of that match was because of....whatever the hell you just said.

FW: *shrugging and drinking her water* I just know.

Davin looks down at Firewoman, contemplating what else to do. Alex is leaning against the wall, arms crossed, just listening.

DM: Fine. DON'T tell me what's going on. *turning to Alex* Maybe YOU can get it out of her.

Davin storms out, slamming the door behind him.

AD: Hey.

FW: Hey.

AD: So, you gonna tell me?

FW: Energy off and --

AD: Fire....

Fire kind of looks down a little bit, some of the bravado she had with Davin gone, but she quickly resumes it.

FW: It's....It's nothing. It's fine, it was just an off night...it won't....won't happen again.

They lock eyes as if Alex is trying to see through to her soul.

FW: I promise, Alex...

AD: Fine...whatever....

FW: What?

AD: *annoyed, and he kind of snaps at her* You heard me. I'm not wasting my energy trying to drag it out of you, that's what I pay Dr. Freedman for.

FW: Where are you going now?

AD: I am actually going to the control booth to get the tape from MY match tonight, which you didn't ask anything about, to see what the hell I need to do.

Alex storms out and slams the door, a lot like Davin did. Fire shrugs, unimpressed, and goes to hit the showers.

[BookerShark]

*Amazing Jos is sitting in a wheelchair, with bandages wrapped around his eyes.*

*He sports a Black suit with his hair combed back. His shades cover the bandages and some of the traces of black mist.*

Jos: Ghosthead, you barely escaped with your title on Sunday. I bet you feel smug and relieved you slithered out of the Suicide Kings grasp, don't you? I'm pretty sure Carter and Jason agree with me when I say, this will not be the last you see of us. Just make sure you sleep with one eye open...

As for Matt Foltz and Alexander Darling, you have tasted defeat and you bitches had no choice but to bow down to the kings! Hey Matt, guess all those whack ass gay jokes didn't help you from losing, huh? We're far from over, too, bitch! And as soon as the opportunity comes, I will personally, kick your fucking head in!

Last but not least, Banned from Everywhere, Murphy's Law, you're better off bowing down and admitting defeat than getting in our ways this Wednesday! It's our Destiny to collect heads and collect gold in OOWF! I'll be damned if any of you pose any kind of threat!

Monkey's Elbow, Kentucky, Prepared to be Amazed!

Oh yeah... Junchiro. Once the Kings win, get that bootyhole open because my foot is going to need a place to stay for a couple days! *Wink!*

*Le Fade*

[BookerShark]

Cameras open up on the exterior of a Natural History Museum in just after 10am. Few guests are about, which is not a surprise given the time of year and the time of day, but those that are have an air of professionalism about them and, to a man and woman, each wears a badge not unlike those offered at conventions as a means of identification and proof. As they mill about, voices reduced to respectful, whispering levels, they gravitate towards a conference room in the east wing of the museum. It is in this way that the marginal crowd thins out until all but one man outside of the obligatory security guards remains.

This particular section of the museum is dedicated to weaponry, from blades to firearms to more…unique methods of making war. Nearly fifty pieces rest along the walls and central area of the room, each one bearing a story either mythological or genuine and often a painting or photograph of the piece and its prime wielder or wielders ‘in action’. Naturally, a fair number of these armaments are replicas, but even then their quality is unmatched to those with a trained eye for such things. And the remaining guest in this area has just such an eye.

His charcoal grey suit is impeccably tailored as is the black shirt beneath the buttoned jacket bearing a pin-striped black and silver tie. Silver-framed sunglasses rest on the tip of his nose now as he brings a hand up to slide them away from chocolate-colored eyes as he eyes an impressive double-bladed battle axe resting under a glass case upon a specially-designed perch. A portrait of an unnamed warrior rests upon the wall above this case with a bronze plaque beneath it that, at the camera’s current distance, isn’t clear enough to read. This piece appears of be of great interest to one Christian Carter who eyes it for several moments before speaking to the activated recorder which lurks on the shoulder of the young man several feet behind him.

“This piece reminds me of you, Jared Mann. It is a crushing, debilitating weapon of destruction that had its start as a tool of necessity. Over time, it evolved from a sharp stone bound to a heavy stick into a device of bronze, steel and iron. It’s not unlike your own evolution, starting as the tool of another and becoming a force of your own over time through natural refinement. So what, then, is the problem where you’re concerned? Are you regressing into a less useful, more utilitarian form? Or are the armaments of the day simply that much more effective?”

A rhetorical question wrapped within a jab at the OOWF World Champion from his latest opponent. He turns to look over his shoulder at the camera, his right index finger pushing those shades back up into their proper place.

“Or is it that without anyone pulling your strings and offering you direction…you’ve just become listless and unfocused? Though the Kings weren’t effective like I would have hoped, you were not this weapon that you so tendt to act as. However, I believe the saying goes, The weapon, after all, is only as good as the person wielding it, and a blade in its sheath is a threat to no one.” Carter smiles sardonically. “Don’t mistake me here Jared, I know you’re dangerous and I know that our match this last Sunday was brutal, b,ut your precious aura of ferocity and calculated mayhem is evaporating like fog under the morning sun.” The smile fades, giving way to a more serious expression beneath the shades.

So this Wednesday, close to where I’m at now in Kentucky, the country’s armpit, I face three other men in that ring, to get a chance to fight you again Jared.

“Matthew Folz, how long has it been since you’ve had your arm raised in the middle of that ring? Then again, perhaps the question is, when was the last time you didn’t end up in the ER?"

Carter looks ready to speak further but his head turns towards the direction of the exhibition room’s exit, head canted to the side just a little as though he’s trying to hear some far-off sound on the edge of his range. Sunglasses or not, the motion of his eyebrow gives away the slight twitch that appears once and never again.

Something akin to a snarl creeps past Carter’s lips, the top half drawing back to show a hint of white tooth before lowering again. His attention returns to the camera.

“You are suppose to be this man, who won the Onslaught match for a chance at the title, but your nothing more than a boy with a man’s dream. You’re not filling me with a lot of hope here, big man, but then…that’s not your job, is it? Your job is to storm that ring, annihilate anyone in your path and stomp on their remains as the referee raises your arm victoriously. People are supposed to fear your fists and your fangs, but you’re nothing more than a stray dog compared to the beast you once were. No one fears you anymore Matthew. I wonder why that is? Perhaps it’s because you’ve had your mind elsewhere. Perhaps it’s because of this upcoming wedding you are planning. Lovely Jessica is probably causing you to lose focus, just like Alexander Darling has lost his manhood. See what married life does to you. Perhaps you should think twice about it before Mrs. Folz to be makes her way down that aisle."

Carter pauses, then continues.

"Danny Taylor, you haven’t been having a good year either, have you? Perhaps that’s being harsh though, isn’t it? You’ve extended no such disrespect my way…no more than what I have earned, at least.” This time, the partial smile upon the Carter’s face is more wry than sardonic, laced with humility. “You have the most to gain from this, because you have heald that title Jared now carries, let it be only for 20 seconds, but technically, you beat my former stable mate Jack, but what did it feel like to get that title taken away from you? You will feel it again when I rip this opportunity out from your hands, and go on to face Jared for a third time, and become the NEW OOWF World Heavyweight Championship, and then Jared can feel your pain, the same he caused you.”

The sound of his footsteps echo throughout the otherwise-empty chamber of the museum as he walks past several familiar and unfamiliar pieces displayed in the same manner as the axe. Various firearms, including an old matchlock rifle and even the whip and pistol of Indiana Jones are left behind as he moves, stopping only when he reaches the display of a traditional shinobi-katana. Scabbard and weapon rest upon a hand-carved rack under glass that, truth be told, is likely to be worth more than the weapon itself.

Then we have Chris Evans, a man who I first faced here in the OOWF, my in ring debut, and what happened there Chris? You weren’t even an after thought, as I took you and beat you, and even though you are in this matchup, your still nothing more than an after-thought. No one is giving you a shot a winning, and neither am I, so why don’t you do me, Folz and Taylor a favor, and just not show up. Three company, fours’ just a crowd.”

The weapon is beautiful, despite the fact that it is a replica, the piece’s craftsmanship is spot-on. The engraved Chinese dragon near the hilt of the weapon is intricate to the point of extremity with not a scale out of place and the finish on the piece catches every bit of light to create an intense gleam when viewed from just the right angle. It doesn’t take a trained eye to note just how sharp the sword’s edge is or the tightly-bound leather criss-crossing the handle. Carter takes a few moments to admire this piece before speaking, not immediately turning back to the camera.

“These weopons are like the three of you, replica’s of your old selves, rotting away on display, hoping the next time you come around, you matter. The thing is, you don’t, and never will again, just like Alexander Darling. The OOWF is over 10 years old, many of you still here, rotting away like the decaying dead that you are. It’s a New World out there, and I am the ruler of it. When I’m done with you all, you’ll have nothing more than career suicide!”

There is an underlying murmur coming from the next few rooms, barely a whispering where Eric is concerned. He turns his dark eyes on the archway leading into that area as an elder gentleman in a brown suit that just screams ‘professor’ and ‘higher education’. The ma simply has the look of a teacher with his wire-framed glasses, neatly-trimmed salt-and-pepper hair complete with moustache and goatee and the calm, eloquent tones of his voice without a trace of arrogance.

“Mr. Carter, the others are awaiting you in the south conference room. We’ll be ready to begin in fifteen minutes.”

For the first time, Carter removes his glasses.

“Thank you, Mr. Carlo.”

With a respectful nod, Mr. Carlo turns and leaves the room.
“Boys, I know how these matches work. Time and time again, you see it. The good guys, all go after the bad guy…but then the good guys look at each other, and go after one another. Daniel, I assume you’re a good guy, how long do you think Matthew and Christopher will be able weather my onslaught before they turn on you , before you self-destruct under the pressure from all sides?

Matthew, you claim that you’ve taken my beatings, and will endure your own, implying that you’re capable of finishing me off…and to that I say that, looks to me that you actually can grow a pair, but call me foolish for thinking that you are nothing more than a whipped bitch, who can’t for the life of him, get the better of Christian Carter.”

The camera Carter as he turns on a heel and exits the display room, heading towards a hallway leading down to the aforementioned conference room. A few of the other patrons, some of whom were waiting on him to get this event started, greeted him with a wave or a kind word and he returned each gesture in kind. But even though his back was to the camera and his eyes were forward, his words were still pointed in the direction of his opponents.

“Try as you might, I’m leaving Kentucky as the Number 1 Contender, and at the next PPV, I will become the NEXT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, because I am Christian Carter, and I am more than capable of putting you three down like I’ve done in the past…and when all is said and done, I’ll drag you back into the light for the true battle to come as the warrior I am. The future is here boys, and I am here to rule. Welcome to The New World…Are You Ready to Play?

Pushing down on the knob to the door and steps into the conference room and draws the passage closed behind him, the scene going to black moments later.

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[BookerShark]

Firewoman is not WALKING~! She is just walking, head kind of down, carrying a beautifully wrapped package. White paper, silver and gold bows, with a very intricate origami dove. She goes up to a locker room and knocks. Matt Folz opens the door.

MF: Oh great...look, if this is about the brass knuckles to hubby's face--

FW: Huh? What brass knuckles?

MF: I...uh, never mind...what's that?

FW: Oh..it's a...well, it's a wedding gift.

MF: Is it ticking?

From behind him, Jaime McAllister yells

JMcA: Oh, let her in, quit being an ass.

MF: Are you kidding? You can't trust a Quinn OR a Darling and she's some unholy combination of both.

JMcA: And bringing us a present.

MF: Fine...

Folz does the mock "This Way" entrance thing, and Fire glares at him a bit as she walks in.

MF: You and Alex aren't invited.

FW: I know.

JMcA: But you got us a present anyway?

FW: Yeah...I mean...well, no one got us any for ours--

MF: Yeah, we did.

FW: Those were for Jericho and me, and so they went back to the stores.

JMcA: Wait, seriously? You took them back?

MF: And pocketed the dough.

FW: No, I donated it to Covenant House if there wasn't a credit card record. If there was, it got credited back to whomever.

MF: ....oh.

JMcA: ....oh.

FW: Anyway presents are nice. So here's one.

MF: **sneering* Did Lucky wrap it for you?

FW: *ignoring his sneer* No, he's still at the house. Quorras did most of the wrapping, but I made the dove.

JMcA: You do origami?

FW: Sometimes...Noriko taught me. It...calms the mind.

MF: You must be quite good at it then.

JMcA: Wow, she is...look at this, honey!

MF: *not looking at it* Yeah, it's great. Thanks I'm sure we'll use whatever it is lots.

Folz tosses it aside and it lands on the table. There's a faint sound of breakage. Fire flinches a little, but doesn't otherwise react. Jaime goes over to it, and starts unwrapping the paper.

JMcA: Oh no!! Matt, you idiot. It's a picture frame!

FW: Yeah, well, since I don't really remember my wedding, and Sam says hers went so fast she doesn't remember much of it either, I figured that a picture would help.

MF: Great, yeah, really touching. Okay, thanks--

He starts to usher her out the door.

FW: You picked a good weekend. My birthday is that Saturday.

MF: Wow, great, what are the odds.

FW: You should be able to replace the gla--

MF: Okay, bu-bye.

With that he slams the door. Outside, Fire just sighs and walks (not WALKS~!) back to her room probably.

Inside...

MF: So where'd she get it, Kmart? It's probably got "Harley Davisdson" or something, or maybe she won it at a carnival--

JMcA: Matt...

MF: Okay, stole it.

JMcA: It looks like...it's an ANTIQUE!

MF: So it's old. Probably a yard sale then--

JMcA: MATT! You are an ass sometimes.

Jaime holds it up. It looks like this, but with cracked glass:



MF: Oh....wow....

JMcA: Yeah......

FAAADE

[BookerShark]

We fade back to Matt Folz in his suite.

MF: Since I have an hour to kill before the glorious return of EJ, Kenny, Chuck and the best studio show in all of sports I'm going to take this time to respond to the hilarious comedy duo of Jos and Christian Carter.

Yes Jose, you did win the match Sunday, good for you. But you won when I knocked out my partner and you happened to take advantage of it. I give you credit, you did what you were supposed to do and took advantage of the situation, but let's not kid ourselves and call it an amazing victory or anything. Also, as far as your promise to "personally kick my fucking head in", there were two matches in a row when you swore to the world you were going to pin me and failed both times... I'm starting to think you're not a man of your word sir.

Moving on to the leader of the Suicide Kings, Mr. Christian Carter. I find it hilarious that you began your most recent promo talking shit about Ghosthead, for two reasons. 1. You had a THREE ON ONE advantage and not only failed to do any damage to him, you in fact all got your asses kicked. and 2. You were beaten so decisively that you were left completely unconscious in the middle of the ring. Even if you do manage to get a victory this week, what makes you think anything would change when you get a 3rd shot at him at the next pay per view?

Now, as far as the 2 questions you specifically asked me. "When's the last time I had my hand raised?" Uh, last week? Remember, when I fucked up Punswick's knee so badly that he's no longer around. "When's the last time I stayed out of the ER?" Well, to be fair, the last time I was in there was when you helped put me through a flaming table, so you can take partial credit for that. But not since then, so I'm not really sure what your point is. You say "I'm nothing more than a boy with a man's dream." You're wrong, I'm a man who worked his ass off to win Imperial Onslaught and I'm a man who is the next OOWF World Heavyweight Champion. You say I'm not feared, I say I don't give a shit if I am or not. I don't win through intimidation, I never have. I win by being the best damn technical wrestler on the planet. And I have this (Holding up 2013 wrestler of the year trophy) to prove it. One more point, because I've already wasted way too much time on you... If Alexander Darling is rotting away, and you're the one who's going to bring a New World here to the OOWF, then how did he ever eliminate you at Imperial Onslaught? Oh yes, because you're a little bitch who can talk a great game but can't do shit to back it up.

Oh, one more thing. Lisa Darling, I still despise you and your entire family, but thanks for the picture frame, I guess.

FADE

[BookerShark]

FADE in on the Salvation locker room suite.

SF: “Son of a bitch!”

E: “What’s wrong?”

SF: “I just realized that not only am I going to have to go to Green Bay. I have to be there for the bachelor party on my birthday and that’s the week the Packers host the Vikings, which is sure to be a 74 to 3 blowout by Green Bay. Matt owes me big time. Big time.”

Eco laughs as we FADE.

[BookerShark]

*House Show*

The show is about to start when the lights in the arena go out and Porcelain & The Tramps "King of the World" starts to play and the crowd cheers, but not an eruption like they have been apt to do for Alex. He comes out and hears the cheers but not to the extent he's used to and nods in understanding as he makes his way down to the ring. He slaps a few hands as he sprints the last few feet and slides under the bottom rope. He grabs the microphone that was slid into the ring and takes his perch on the top turnbuckle as the music dies down.

Alex: I'm not out here to give you platitudes or make any proclamations. I know that my recent results leave a lot to be desired. And I know I've come out here and said things are about to change and then the next time I show up, the results are basically the same. So, that's not what this is. What this is is a simple matter of telling you, the people who have supported me for years now that I am going to be better.

I've sat back the last year and basically watched as the company that became my home fell to the machinations of the Saints of Sinners. They removed the best general manager this company has ever had to put their lapdog in place. And when that lapdog felt as if he was owed more, he was removed by the powers that be. And I sat in my locker room and reflected on my past and just watched as friends and family tried to fight the good fight. I watched as they tried to recruit the most manipulative psycho this company has ever seen in Ecosystem and I didn't step up to stop it.

The only moves I made were those that effected me personally. I started a battle with a man who believed an apocalypse was on the horizon and I brought him to heights this company had never seen and yet it was me who fell. It was me who needed to start over and I sat back and watched as Ghosthead became the big dog around here. And then I watched as the OOWF got infused with new blood like Jeremy Punswick, Amazing Jos, Jason Allen, and Christian Carter and I didn't see the signs until after they came to pass.

From the start I saw the similarities between myself and Carter, yet I never put two & two together that the journey would be so similar and that there are no such things as coincidences. Four men arrive from the same place and while history between them has limited their arrival by 1, I never saw the beginning of the Kings. Then again, maybe it's because of my bravado when it comes to royalty that I always miss the heralding of new kings. I missed it when Eric poached Evans, Larson, and Folz from under Davin and I to form the Brass Knuckle Kings and I missed it know as Jos & Jason felt they were being slighted and Carter was able to bring them all together as the Suicide Kings.

I watched as it happened and while I wanted to do something about it, the motivation hasn't been there to show it. I can talk the talk, but sooner or later I'm going to have to remember to walk the walk. And that leads me to this. Carter, Jos, Allen...you want to claim to be kings but you're not yet. But I am more than willing to make sure you achieve that privilege. Because here's the thing, I'm going to be on your asses from here on it. I'm going to make you bleed. I'm going to make you suffer. And I'm going to make you all hurt. You will all feel pain at my hands. And then it becomes a matter of what you do with that pain. Because you can use that pain to take you to the next level...and it's that growth that turns players into kings.

I've been a Prince of the Universe and I used my suffering at the hands of the Five to become a King of the World. It's time for you to try and do the same. I am still Alexander Darling, and well, you're just hoping to be.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

We come up in the cafeteria, and we see Chris Evans eating….alone. A shadow passes over him, and when he looks up he sees Dynamite Danny Taylor standing across from him. Evans sneers.

Chris: What do you want?

Danny merely sits across from Evans and stares at him. Evans waits for a minute and you can see he is starting to get frustrated.

Chris: Seriously, what do you want?

Taylor makes no movement, but continues to stare. Evans is starting to visibly get irritated.

Chris: You think you can intimidate me? Check the records, my world title reign lasted a hell of a lot longer than yours. I’m not worried about facing you.

Taylor does nothing but continue to stare.

Chris: What? You think I’m scared of Folz? Please, I taught him everything he knows. Without me he’d still be curtain jerking.

Taylor again makes no movement but merely stares at Evans, whom is now starting to fidget uncomfortably.

Chris: You don’t think I’m worried about Carter and his new guard light do you? Come on man, we made impacts, what have they done? On our first night I took you out for a full month. I put Jack out of the business. I ruined the career of (does finger quotes) the greatest of all time. Those clowns couldn’t even win a three on one attack. They need to make some kind of statement if they want to be taken seriously.

Danny simply raises an eyebrow, and Evans eyes widen.

Chris: You think they would try to make an example of me. (Evans eyes dart around looking for an ambush) I’m not worried. I don’t care about them, I don’t care about Folz, and I certainly don’t care about you.

With that Evans shoves his chair back and stands up.

Chris: (nearly shouting) I’m Chris Evans damn it.

With that Evans storms off still mumbling to himself. Taylor reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pen and a small notepad. He opens the notepad, and we see written on it “Strategy for Evans, Let him beat himself”. Danny then smiles and places a checkmark next to that before closing the notepad and putting it back into his pocket. The camera cuts away, and comes back up outside of Matt Folz’s locker room. We see Folz getting ready to open the door, just having returned from and appearance. The room is pitch black, and Folz looks slightly concerned.

Folz: Jamie?

Not getting a response, he cautiously reaches in and cuts on the light. We see sitting calmly in a chair across the room is Dashing Victor Deniro. Folz relaxes slightly, but not before glancing around in case of an ambush.

Folz: What do you want?

DVD: I just wanted to talk to you Mr. Folz.

Folz: I have nothing to talk to you about.

DVD: Please, let me congratulate you on your upcoming nuptials.

Folz: Thank you, you’re not invited.

DVD: I wouldn’t want to be. I also wanted to talk to you about that.

Victor points to the IO briefcase Folz is holding. Folz pulls it closer to his body and his eyes narrow.

Folz: What about it.

DVD: You know what the last person to hold that did. Well now Danny has a chance to win another shot at him. I fully believe Danny will get that shot. I also believe that the next time he faces Ghosthead, he will take the title back.

Folz: (smirking) And you think I will then cash in on him.

DVD slowly stands up and makes direct eye contact with Folz.

DVD: I’m saying it would be a shame if something happened to that pretty new wife of yours.

Folz looks pissed and clenches his fist before stepping menacingly forward.

Folz: Are you making a threat?

DVD holds up a hand in mock surrender.

DVD: Please, do I look threatening to you. I am simply saying that we work in a very dangerous environment, and accidents do happen.

Folz: If anything happens to her I will…

DVD cuts him off: You will what? Beat me up? Put me in a hospital? Been there, Done that. This place has done it all to me.

Victor steps right up into Folz’s face and sneers.

DVD: I have nothing left to lose, and I do not fear any of you anymore. The case gives you a measure of power, I suggest you use it wisely.

Before Folz can respond, Victor limps out of the room on his cane. Folz looks to pursue, but Jamie comes around the corner, and sees Victor leaving.

Jamie: What was that about?

Folz: (ushering her inside) Nothing.

Folz shuts the door, and the camera viewpoint shifts to the Destroyatorium, where we see Ashley and Spencer watching the events unfold on OOWF TV.

Ashley: Oh man, this is getting bad, maybe we should do something. (She turns and sees Spencer dialing in her phone) Who are you calling?

Spencer: Lexie.

Ashley: Your sister? Is this really the best time to get Vic a date?

Spencer: Lexie has been down some dark paths herself, maybe she can talk to Victor before he goes too far.

Ashley: Are we sure he hasn’t already?

As Ashley asks that, we see Dynamite Danny Taylor standing in the doorway overhearing this, with a frown on his face.

FADE

[BookerShark]

(Moosehead Jack walks into the arena, appearing as happy as he can, fresh cigar burning and a beer in his hand. Behind him is Chloe Neal, covered in what appears to be fresh blood, and a maniacal—almost crazed–look in her eyes. She seems to be growling and giggling at the same time. SFJ 3.14159 tries to ask Moosehead Jack a question, but he raises his hand and points her toward his charge. Taken off guard and somewhat afraid, SFJ 3.14159 cautiously approaches Chloe.)

SFJ 3.14159: This week, Chloe....

(Chloe glares at the young SFJ, who stops in her tracks. Chloe begins speaking.)

Chloe: They thought the ended the Saints. They took me away from Jack. I couldn't be there to do my job. But as the Phoenix rises from the ashes, so did the Saints. On that day back in February, when the titular head of my family breathed his last, and I was freed from the ties which bound me to them, I wandered in the desert, to be found and reborn in the House of Jack. I was drowning in the sea of life, of the old man, when I was rescued by Jack. He found me, lost in a cosmic daze. I looked into his eyes and I saw the light of forgiveness, the grace of his violent soul accepting me into his flock. I asked him to show me the truth, show me the light, the way, so that I may be purified. We sat together and he shared with me the spirits of his realm, and we consumed them, and as I consumed the spirits of his realm, everything became clear. I realized then that good and evil have been around a long time. I realized that evil and darkness have always prevailed.

(The SFJ begins to tremble as Chloe's words take on an almost supernatural feel and her eyes widen.)

Chloe: From time immortal, when females were taken from men's bones, and we have been taking ever since, because we have the power, and men cannot stop us. Women belong for one purpose, and that is to serve men such as Jack, to do their bidding, and I do that gleefully. And as things became clearer and the haze began to lift, I looked into the river and I saw the face of darkness, and I saw a face of fear. And that fear...that fear was this man's sister. I looked up, and Jack bade me to drink from the spirits of the realm again, then to gaze back into the river, and as the haze once again lifted, the face of fear was not just of this man's sister, but of many, all wearing the hats of white. The Texans, the Incestuous ones, the extreme one, the pious one, the unwashed hillbillies, and the offspring of the crippled one. And there was the lost sheep, wandering across the mountain, in search of her immortal soul. I picked up a stone and dropped it into the water, and the faces disappeared, and in it's place was the symbol that you see on this branding iron.

(Chloe shows the iron to the camera and appears to threaten SFJ 3.14159 with it.)

Chloe: The final conflict approaches. The children of the light against the power of the darkness. And the tunnel of light will be destroyed by the Saints of Sinners. And the keystone, the lynchpin, the keeper of the keys, the holder of the cosmic cookie, is this man's sister. This week, you will look into my eyes and see what you did on Sunday. You will see the darkness that possesses you, that envelopes you, that you refuse to let to control you. And you will fear it again. And you will run away again. Because your struggle to stay in the light will be too much for you to handle, and your immortal soul will be baptized in the blood of the innocents, and you too will be resurrected by the grace of Moosehead Jack. You will be reborn, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

(Chloe drops to her knees as Moose assumes the Christ pose. Chloe throws her head back and laughs insanely before grabbing the microphone from SFJ 3.14159.)

Chloe: Trust us, bitches.

(Moose extends a hand to Chloe, who looks at Jack reverently. They walk back to the dressing room as Chloe begins muttering again and the cameras)

FADE

[BookerShark]

Davin is sitting in Firewoman's temple room with Firewoman, a great honor as few are allowed in there.

FW: Get out.

Okay...not an honor, more like an intrusion.

DM: Is that Voice Over Guy?

FW: Yeah...he's not allowed in here either.

VOG: Yet, clearly I am here.

DM: Moving on...are you ready?

FW: Yes....

DM: You got your chakras aligned and ... whatever else you need to do for that mumbo jumbo you call a religion?

FW: Yes. I even sprinkled myself with Holy Water and ate a sacred Nilla Wafer...

DM: Don't mock--

FW: You, who believe a teenage girl getting pregnant by an angel is the basis of your faith and not an elaborate cover story to keep her from getting stoned in one of the most patriarchal cultures to ever grace the planet, should not talk.

DM: Whatever....

Davin sighs, as that atmosphere has grown tense.

DM: Look...no arguing okay?

FW: Okay. I didn't start it.

DM: IT DOESN'T MATTER WHO--- Fine....I need to know....you're ready...you're okay?

FW: *quietly, looking down* Yes.

DM: "Card subject to change."

FW: Not necessary. I won't embarrass you again.

DM: This is not ....

Davin grabs her chin and pulls up so she's facing him.

DM: This is not about embarrassing me. You said you could handle her. You could handle THIS....I need to know, NOW, if you still can, before it's too late and I can't do anything to pull you out of it.

FW: *Fire smiles familiarly* I'm good, Davin. I promise.

DM: "I promise" is often Firewoman-speak for "I'm lying." No nightmares?

FW: No.

DM: Sleeping?

FW: Yes.

DM: No flashbacks or halluci--

FW: NO!

DM: No sleepwalking?

FW: I don't sleep walk.

DM: No? Are you sure?

FW: ....

DM: ....

FW: No...but I haven't done it for a while so--

DM: ......okay.

FW: Davin?

DM: Fire?

FW: Hand off my face before you lose it.

Fire smiles broadly and Davin does as well, moving his hand.

DM: THAT'S more like it. You got this.

FW: I know.

They fist bump as we fade.

[BookerShark]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Monkey’s Elbow, Kentucky
October 30, 2013

We cut to Stan Fulton in the ring with a podium, sporting both Tag Team Championships and a giant gold emblem on the front. Ecosystem stands smiling by the podium as the backstage area empties out onto the stage. Matt Folz is clapping, but that appears to be it—Mai looks particularly dejected, and Texpress and Drink and Destroy are none too happy as well. The former Grand Slam winners form a line in front: Jack, Williams, Davin, Stank, Alexander and Firewoman.

Firewoman begins to bring forward the trophy, but she stops short at the apron, locking eyes with Ecosystem. Eco gestures broadly for her to hurry, and Fire just gives a little smirk, as though she’s about to take some action…but the referees quickly come on Eco’s wave, and—without incident—take the trophy and haul it into the ring. Firewoman begins to walk up the stairs, but Ecosystem goes to the podium.

Eco: That won’t be necessary.

Fire gives Eco an “Oh, really?” look. Eco gestures for the referees to block the way.

Eco: I’m sorry, Fire. I know what the tradition is…but it’s so important to me that Stan have a ceremony that’s not just about the Grand Slam Championship. He deserves a ceremony that’s about his personal journey. His growth. His development. He deserves to have his close personal friend and mentor talk about how he became the embodiment of the Grand Slam Champion. In fact, can we get some fireworks for our champion, please?

Fireworks blast from the four turnbuckles – and then from the stage, behind the wrestlers, surprising them obnoxiously as balloons drop. The camera follows fans catching the balloons…which have Ecosystem’s face on it. Fire shakes her head and walks back to Alexander. Eco waves his arms, claiming that “they’re just leftovers from when I was GM!” before taking the podium.

Eco: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages….we are gathered here today to commemorate a milestone in the career of Stan “Crusher” Fulton. From the first day he came to the company, Stan showed amazing physical gifts and a drive to be the best. He had strength of body and strength of will. But in this world, we can do nothing alone. We can do all things through Him who gives us strength…But Stan, he also had a man in this world to give him strength. To push him to reach higher heights than he ever thought possible.

And it would be wrong to not spend some time tonight talking about that man…the Grand Slam Champion, the OOWF Hall of Famer, the hero of the story of our industry…Mr. Junichiro Muyo.

That’s it. The crowd’s boos overwhelm the arena.

Razz: What, did they think he was going to say Sheik Rahat?

Eco: You see, I am the only person in this company who takes mentorship seriously—who is generous and loving enough to take the time to guide others to true, enduring success. Sure, there are others here who claim to be mentors, but how many of them post a Grand Slam Champion as their protégé? No, I am an exalted teacher, a modern Desert Father. I sometimes catch myself crying out of joy that I was able to be there for Stan, my beloved Stan, in his hour of need.

When everyone else was trying to hold this poor lost soul back…to make him follow a code of ethics, a slave morality…I wanted to lift him up.

“Lift him up…on eagle’s wings….bear him on….the breath of dawn….make him to shine like the sun…”

Eco is serenading the crowd—badly—as Stan swings his head with the tune and the crowd covers their ears booing.

Eco: Today, the OOWF recognizes something more than a champion. They recognize the justice of the Natural Law. Might makes right, and Stan is the biggest, strongest, meanest motherfucker on the proverbial playground. And lest you claim that I do not speak the truth, I will remind you that every rule society invents to deny that might makes right has fallen down in practice. Whether it was the Trail of Tears or international condemnation of the invasion of Iraq, every thoughtful code, every stupid rule, every moral consensus falls before the man with the biggest gun.

Ladies and gentlemen…I give you the greatest weapon the OOWF has ever seen…my Crusher, Stan Fulton.

Stan walks up to Eco…and the two share a manly hug to boos. Stan holds the trophy aloft and then takes the microphone.

Stan: I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I had tasted success—I had held the World Championship, for goodness’ sake. But I was tame. I was complacent. I allowed injustice and technicalities to hold me back. I was content to wait my turn…until Juni had me snatch the dice. What this trophy says…is that a man can only wait so long.

I told the world I would do anything to obtain this. And really, that’s all that mattered. Because it was always in my power. I am a Crusher. I am a Destroyer. I do not claim that I would dominate every profession, every arena. But this is an arena of physicality. Here, I dominate. Here, I rule. I have no obstacles. I am The Obstacle. I am the rock and the hard place.

Others may extol the virtues and benefits of sacrifice., of embracing limitations. I still have respect for Mai and those who may feel that way. But as for Stan Fulton…I have gained a Grand Slam…and lost nothing but my chains.

Stan holds the trophy aloft as the crowd boos one last time.

MOOSEHEAD JACK vs. CHAD MADISON

Moose and Chad tear into one another with a fury and the action quickly spills out of the ring. Chad goes for a superkick, but Moose sidesteps and catches him with a clothesline. Jack pulls Chad up and lifts him up and hits an APRON POWERBOMB Chad snarls in pain, then gets to his feet and goes after Moose again. Moose tries a left, but Chad blocks it and catches him with a right of his own, then a left, then steps back and NAILS Moose with that SUPERKICK! Moose falls over the railing, but somehow comes up with a chain wrapped around his fist. As Chad charges at him Moose hops onto the barricade and leaps at Chad, he swings for Chad’s head, but Chad manages to block the shot and they both hit the floor.

With Moose now having a weapon, Zane Myers charges to the ring. Moose is on his feet waiting for Chad to get up, winding the chain around his hand. Zane grabs Moose and spins him around and grabs the chain, and the two of them get into a heated exchange. Chad gets back to his feet and grabs Moose from behind and slings him into the guardrail ribs first and hammers him with punches. This brings LD Williams to the ring. He pulls Chad off of Moose and throws him into the guardrail, and then he and Zane go nose to nose. Security quickly storms the ring and breaks the fiasco up before someone gets shanked. GM the Nate comes to the top of the ramp:

ok ok ok…..I think we have seen enough! (Monkey’s Elbow clearly has not, since a “LET THEM FIGHT!” chant goes up.) Look……I may be new here, but I am VERY familiar with OOWF history. On one side, you have Chad Madison and Zane Myers, Phantos and Lucios, Texpress. Perhaps THE most decorated tag team in OOWF history. On the other side, you have Moosehead Jack and LD Williams, joyful slaughter, kz, which is comprised of two of the most decorated wrestlers in OOWF history. One match is clearly not going to settle this……so here is what we are going to do…..it’s time for a Best of Seven, Texpress vs. kz. (the crowd pops for this). Starting next week. Now, before then, we are going to have a coin toss in my office, the winning team gets to pick the first stip, and we alternate from there. Sound good? Good!

GM the Nate makes his way to the back and Texpress and kz stare daggers at one another, and with a huge phalanx of “security” between them, they are herded to the back without further incident.

FIREWOMAN vs. CHLOE

We start just like we did at Mayhem. Chloe comes out and people boo. Fire comes out and people cheer. Chloe licks her lips, smiling like a predator who has just seen her prey. Fire looks at her, hesitates and then gets in the ring with some encouraging words from Davin. The referee goes over the rules, like that ever matters. Chloe grins evilly at Fire who looks everywhere BUT at Chloe. The bell rings, and Fire seems to snap out of her fog as she and Chloe lock up. The first few minutes are fairly standard, but without a lot of pep. Fire appears to be just going through the motions. Chloe gets her up and over with a suplex and then kips up and puts the boots to her a few times. Fire kinda rolls away to the ropes. Chloe charges her and Fire ducks down, taking the rope with her as Chloe sails over. Not to the floor, she lands on the apron. Fire gets back to her feet and strikes her in the face with a few elbows, before snapmaring her over the ropes and back into the ring. She grabs Chloe's legs and flips her over into the real Walls of TheExFiance, knee to the head. Davin is yelling something at Fire. She turns to look, and apparently what he is yelling is that she is too close to the ropes, so Chloe reaches out and grabs them. A rare mistake from the veteran. Fire breaks the hold with what we'll call a modified Firestomp, as she kicks the back of Chloe's head before stalking away. Now THAT'S the Firewoman we know. Chloe slowly gets to her feet as Firewoman paces the ring. Chloe turns, wipes blood from the elbow and now curbstomp to the mat out of her eyes and flings it at Fire. Fire snarls and rushes, and Chloe turns that into a power slam. Chloe goes for the pin, one...two.....NO! Fire kicks out with violence that shoves Chloe backward. Fire kips up and goes on the attack, kicking and falling upon Chloe with barely-legal fists. She drags Chloe up by the hair, kicks her in the gut and hits her double underhook DDT. Fire goes for the pin but before she even drops down, we can see...She looks at the blood on her hands (the cut at her temple has also reopened.) She mouths the words, "No...not....no...." and ... starts to leave again? She rolls out and heads toward the ramp. Davin looks at her in shock, and then just puts his head in his hands, shaking his head. Fire takes a few steps up the ramp, then stops. She squares her shoulders and appears to steel her resolve. She turns and heads back to the ring, and the few boos that were starting to come her way turn to cheers. She slides under the ropes as Davin shouts encouragements and the crowd busts out the annoying "Yes! yes! yes!" chants. She stands to directly challenge Chloe, who smirks, takes two steps forward and then, drops to mat and rolls out to the floor. She blows Fire a kiss and waves, as she skips out of the ring, and up the ramp. Davin yells at Fire to go after her, but Fire just shakes her head as the referee counts up to ten by the time Chloe gets to the top of the ramp and through the curtain. Fire rolls out of the ring, and heads to the back as Davin follows her, massaging his temples.
WINNER by countout in 5:07 - Firewoman

STANK vs. MAI MUYO vs. ALEXANDER DARLING – Winner Gets an Onslaught Championship Match

The match is standard three way action for over fifteen minutes. No one is able to isolate anyone for long enough to get a three count. Stank has the power advantage, Mai has the speed, and Alex has the overall balance. Darling gets several near falls on both Stank and Mai and seems to be making good on his promise to be a new and refocused Alexander Darling.

After nearly twenty minutes of action, the match begins to break down a bit as old tensions between Stank and Alex reach the breaking point and they go into full on brawl mode. Mai is able to capitalize with several two counts as the others inflict damage on one another. Mai charges at Stank and the big man shows his agility by leap frogging over her, but Mai doesn’t duck quite enough and accidentally headbutts Stank in the jewels. Stank collapses on the mat in a heap and Mai quickly goes to check on him. While Mai and the referee are focused on Stank, Alexander Darling gets to his feet, He turns around and Jos is on the apron. Alex charges at him, but Jos drops to the floor safely, when Alex turns around, Jason Allen is right there and SLAMS a chair down on his head! Alex hits the mat like he has been shot!

The Suicide Kings take off to the back. One chair shot is not going to take Alex out completely, and he slowly gets to his feet and staggers around the ring, checking the blood running from the top of his head. The ref orders the match to continue on, and when Alex turns back around he walks right into ENDGAME! Mai covers Alex and gets the three count, but you have to wonder if she had any idea the Kings interfered?
WINNER in 22:17 – Mai Muyo

MURPHY’S LAW vs. BANNED FROM EVERYWHERE vs. SUICIDE KINGS – Winner Gets a World Tag Team Title Match

The Suicide Kings start the match by attacking both teams. BFE and the Murphy’s quickly fight back and turn the tables. Jos and Allen bail out of the ring and let the Murphy’s and BFE fight it out. The match continues on like that for a long time, neither team really bothers tagging in the Kings. Finally, Jos reaches out and tags Daniella getting them into the match.

At this point, Salvation make their way to the ring and sit in on color commentary. The distraction causes the Murphy’s to miss several tags from BFE and soon Bill and DK are jawing at one another. The end comes when the Murphy’s and Salvation start jawing at one another outside the ring, which quickly escalates into a full brawl.

With the Murphy’s out of the picture, the Kings isolate Justin and beat the snot out of him. The referee is outside the ring trying to get the Murphy’s back into the match. Jos grabs a chair and SLAMS it across Bill’s back, then slams it on the mat and they set Justin up for a SPIKE PILEDRIVER! Before they can hit the move, Alexander Darling slides into the ring with his sledgehammer and SLAMS it into the back of Jos’s head! Jos drops like a ton of bricks! He then catches Allen with a kick to the side of the head knocking him off the apron to the floor. Carter runs to the ring, but Alex dives between the ropes and tackles him to the floor and they brawl.

Inside the ring, Bill gets to his feet and sees Jos lying there, he pulls Justin, lifts him in the air and POWERBOMBS him onto Jos, with Justin dropping an elbow (we need a name for this.) Bill covers Jos while Justin yells for the referee, he sees the cover and slides into the ring, one…..two…..THREE! What an upset!
WINNERS in 15:55 – Banned From Everywhere

“Security” is back out to separate Salvation and the Murphy’s. Meanwhile, Allen and Jos recover and they go after Alex, but Darling escapes through the crowd. Carter is livid. Darling gets to the top of the stairs and holds the sledgehammer high in the air, then points it at the Kings and smirks before disappearing.

MATT FOLZ vs. CHRISTIAN CARTER vs. DANNY TAYLOR vs. CHRIS EVANS – Winner Gets a World Title Match

No love lost between these four. Folz and Taylor take the fight to Carter, while Evans bails out of the ring and looks paranoidly (it’s a word now) around waiting for an attack. Danny and Folz batter Carter until he finally bails out of the ring and tries to call a time out. Folz and Danny then look at one another and shrug and start a chain wrestling clinic that has the fans on their feet.

Carter moves toward Evans, and they stare one another down. Carter begins a tirade about it being his world, and Evans finally has heard enough and attacks Carter and they brawl around ringside. Carter goes for a clothesline, but Evans takes him down with a drop toe hold, sending Carter’s head into the stairs opening a NASTY gash on his head. Evans slides into the ring, where Folz has Danny trapped in an ANKLE LOCK and POPS him in the mouth with a SUPERKICK!

Evans grabs Folz and goes for the ICARUS WINGS, but Folz takes him to the mat with a double leg take down and goes for another ANKLE LOCK! Evans fights it and pulls Folz into a small package for a two count. Danny gets to his feet, but a horribly bloody Christian Carter is right behind him. Danny turns around and EATS a BIG BOOT to the face! Carter covers Danny, but Danny manages to roll his shoulder at two.

The action continues on for another thirty minutes. Carter is barely able to stand having lost so much blood, but he fights on. The end of the match comes when Carter tries a suplex on Danny, staggers, and falls over the top rope sending them both crashing hard to the floor. Folz has Evans in the corner and charges in and catches him with a big flying forearm to the side of the head. Folz pulls him out and lifts him for an OLYMPIC SLAM, but Evans slips off his shoulders, spins Folz around and hits the CANADIAN CRASH! Evans covers, hooking the leg hard and gets the one, two, THREE!
WINNER in 39:18 – Chris Evans

Evans gets to his feet, realizes he won, and immediately bails before anyone can attack him.

SALVATION vs. ALEXIS DARLING & TOMMY WILDER – Non Title Match

Salvation faces the unlikely team of Alexis and Wilder. They come to the ring and taunt the crowd. Just before the bell rings, the Murphy’s make their way to the commentary table, which drives Stan and Eco nuts, but hey, turnabout is fair play, right? The bell rings and Wilder and Alexis take advantage of the distraction to get an early advantage. The champs endure several near falls, and can’t quite seem to keep their focus on the match.

The tide finally turns in their favor when Fulton catches Alexis with a BLACK HOLE SLAM as she comes off the ropes. But even then, instead of covering, he jaws at the Murphy’s outside the ring. Salvation make quick tags and work over Alexis, but they are still not in it. They actually get so distracted with the Murphy’s that Alexis is able to crawl across the ring and make the tag to Wilder.

Wilder comes in to the ring and catches Stan with a drop kick to the back that sends him into Eco, which the ref considers a tag. Fulton has had enough and leaves the ring and knocks the headset off of DK’s head, which starts the fight. Inside the ring, Eco is about to leave and join his partner when Alexis grabs him from behind and hits a BITCH KILLER then tags Wilder who hits the AIR WALK! He covers, one….two…..THREE!
WINNERS in 13:18 – Alexis Darling & Tommy Wilder

Outside the ring Fulton is FURIOUS, he turns and goes after the Murphy’s even harder, Eco soon rolls out of the ring and joins him, and once again “security” (they are earning their money tonight!) comes out and separates the two teams.

MIRANDA WILLIAMS vs. GHOSTHEAD – OOWF Onslaught Championship Match

The champions both make their way to the ring. Miranda eyes Ghosthead cautiously. The bell rings and they lock up. Ghosthead shoves Miranda off and spends the early part of the match dominating her with power moves. Ghost sneers at Miranda and doesn’t seem to be taking the match very seriously, which clearly annoys Miranda. Ghost goes for a half-hearted clothesline which Miranda easily ducks, Miranda puts on the brakes, turns, and SLAPS THE TASTE OUT OF GHOSTHEAD’S MOUTH! Ghost glares at her with a look of shock. Shit just got real. Miranda dares him to come after her, and he does.

Ghost now is completely in the match, but Miranda was playing him with a little rope a dope, she avoids some of the power moves and peppers Ghost with shots of her own. Ghost gets more and more frustrated at the rookie hanging with him. As the time limit approaches, Miranda lands a superkick that staggers Ghost to the corner, she turns him around and runs him to the opposite corner and hits CHAOS THEORY! Miranda bridges on the German and gets a two count. Ghost is quickly to his feet and grabs Miranda by the throat and goozles her, lifts her in the air for a CHOKESLAM, but Miranda slips free and locks Ghost in the MIRANDA RIGHTS! The champ quickly makes it to the ropes forcing the break. Miranda releases the hold and waits for Ghost to turn around, then POPS him with a SUPERKICK! Ghost tumbles over the top rope to the floor just as time expires!
WINNER – 15:00 time limit draw

Miranda rolls out of the ring and grabs her title, then marches to the middle of the ring and holds the title high in the air and stares defiantly at the champ. Somewhere, LD is damn proud.

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