MidWeek Mayhem/Imperial Onslaught Live!

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem/Imperial Onslaught
Live! From Lebanon, Kansas

OOWF Imperial Onslaught 2011
Live! From Lebanon, Kansas

Tournament of Champions[/u]
Chad Madison vs. Chris Evans
Zane Myers vs. Moosehead Jack
Winner vs. Winner

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
Eric O'Mac vs. Tournament of Champions Winner

Imperial Onslaught


Card subject to mysterious stuff that happens in Kansas

[BookerShark]

**The OOWF logo appears on the screen, with a voiceover by Razz.**

Razz: “Ladies and Gentlemen, we now take you to footage from backstage at Hell on Earth Seven.”

Two EMTs are loading Tytan into an ambulance. One climbs in with him, and the other starts to close the doors when L.D. Williams, still bleeding from the match with Drink and Destroy, approaches.

LDW: “I’ll ride with him.”

EMT: “We’ve got him - maybe you should get yourself checked out.”

LDW: “He’s my partner.”

The EMT looks Williams up and down and nods. He opens the door and Williams climbs in. He closes it up again, but as he circles the vehicle the door bursts open and Tytan, still strapped to the stretcher, bounces out. Williams hops out after him. The EMT tries to grab him, but Williams drives his head into the side of the ambulance. The other EMT jumps out and tries to tackle Williams, but Williams catches him and drills him into the cement with a spine buster.

Williams walks over to the stretcher, where Tytan is starting to stir. He unstraps him and drags him off. Williams hits a european uppercut and snapmares Tytan over. He attacks the reportedly injured knee, hyper-extending it and driving his elbow into the joint, before rolling Tyan over and locking on the STF. Tytan struggles at first, but quickly fades. Williams releases the hold and drags Tytan to his feet. He doubles him over - CANADIAN DESTROYER ON THE CONCRETE! Tytan is not moving. Williams looks at him for a moment, and then turns and walks away, shaking his head.

Razz: “Tytan has been taken to a local medical facility., but his condition is not yet known. We will update you as soon as we receive word.”

[BookerShark]

~~~ We see Kai & Kono at the Dayton Hospital Burn Unit Waiting Room. Unexpectedly, Chad, Bridgette & Zane walk in ~~~

Zane: How is he?

Kai: Could have been worse. Doctor says he should have full use of his arm pretty quickly, just need to keep it wrapped. Only minor burns in other places.

Chad: Good. I hate that it happened.

Kai: It's the business, Brah

Zane: Doesn't have to be.

~~~ A Nurse arrives ~~~

Nurse: He can have visitors now.

Kono: Thank you.

~~~ Zane & Chad shake Kai's hand as Bridgette hugs Kono. ~~~

Kono: You want to come in?

Chad: No, wouldn't be right. You two go. Tell him we'll see you folks in Kentucky.

~~~ Fade ~~~

[BookerShark]

**Moosehead Jack is in his locker room when someone knocks on the door. He opens it to find a delivery person.**

DP: “ Delivery for Moosehead Jack. Sign here please.”

**Moose signs, and the delivery person wheels in a crate approximately the size of a coffin standing on end. Moose grabs a handy pry bar and pulls off the front. A mountain of goldish coins spills out, burying Moose to the knees. A small card floats on the landslide. Moose picks it up, and all it says is ‘Congratulations Champ.’**

<fade>

[BookerShark]

*We see Davin, clearly exhausted, and LIMPING~! back to the locker room. He walks in, and there is complete silence. The Angels all hear him and look over, but no one says anything. That is, until Moonbeam sheepishly walks over with a mic.*

SFJ420: Davin?

*Davin just looks at her*

SFJ420: I have to.

DM: I know. Go ahead.

SFJ420: Why do you think the Patriots stopped using Stevan Ridley today?

DM: Clearly Bill O'Brien has some sort of mental disorder.

SFJ420: What positives can you take away from tonight's match?

DM: Positives? There are no positives. There are no moral victories. There are only 2 things. Winning and Losing. I lost. End of story. I have to prepare better. I have to execute better. That's all.

SFJ420: I'm sure the audience would like to hear your thoughts on the other participants in the match. Would you mind giving us your impressions?

DM: Of course not. What you saw tonight was the best wrestling match OOWF has ever put on. You heard that correctly. I don't care what match you bring up. I will put that 4-way Elimination straight match for the biggest prize this company has to offer - against every single one of them. And I've been in some great ones. But if you look at it now, there were 4 multiple-time World Champions in that ring. And every single one of us brought everything we had to bring. Everything. And left it all out there. I tip my hat to Stank, Eric and Alex. We gave it all, and I think everyone in the audience and everyone watching at home got their money's worth tonight.

SFJ420: Ok. Umm...well, like...uh...

DM: Just ask it.

SFJ420: Ask what?

DM: The question.

SFJ420: *takes a deep breath* Tonight, you lost via submission for the first time in your career. How are you feeling about that right now?

DM: Bad.

SFJ420: Could you expand on that?

DM: Alexander Darling has my number. He's a great competitor and maybe now everyone will see what I've always seen. All I can do is tip my hat to him, and wish him the best going forward.

SFJ420: What do you think about Eric winning the title after the match?

DM: Smart veteran move. If I were able, I would have done the same thing. Eric knows that everyone's out for him now. Including me. And I'm pretty impatient as a rule. He won't be able to avoid getting in the ring with me for long. As it is now, however, I have no doubt that Eric will be a capable champion, and I offer him my congratulations. In fact, a pineapple-based fruit basket should be on its way as we speak.

SFJ420: Would you like to comment on Stank's performance?

DM: What is there to say that hasn't already been said. He's the best. He's not going to be out of the picture for very long either. For a change, Hell on Earth solved nothing. Stank, Alex and I, will all be knocking on Eric's door very soon for a title shot. This is far from over.

SFJ420: There are some people who say that you don't really deserve a title shot now. That it's time for new blood to flow into the World Heavyweight Division. How would you respond to them?

DM: *sighs* Maybe I don't deserve a title shot after tonight. Champions don't tap. I don't care if everyone else has. I don't. I need to re-assess my entire approach. Maybe I've gotten soft. Maybe I've gotten old. Maybe what everyone says about me is right. But I swear on everything that is holy; you will have to drag my cold, dead carcass out of this division, and out of the title picture. This isn't about "keeping my spot". I deserve it, and until I'm satisfied that I can't do it anymore - you'll see plenty of Davin Moreland. You can take that shit to the bank. Step 1, win Imperial Onslaught. Step 2, Beat Eric O'Mac for the World Heavyweight Championship. Step 3, Profit.

SFJ420: Thanks for your time, Davin.

DM: Sam?

SDM: What?

DM: Where's Mickie?

SDM: Sleeping.

DM: I want to see her. I'm gonna go wake her up.

SDM: But-

DM: ...

SDM: Ok, I'll go with you.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

Fire awakens in a dimly lit room, or at least she thinks that's what it is. Then she looks around and sees it all misty and stuff.

FW: Great....again?

She gets up, looks around and sees no one there.

FW: Figures.

She walks around trying to find a door or something, but ends up walking a while before another shape comes out of the mist toward her.

FW: Look, I've been here before and I don't like it, so I'm going back okay?

Tytan steps out of the mist.

FW: Oh hey, it's you....what are you doing here?

Tyt: Wandering around, same as you.

FW: Yeah, there's not much to do besides that.

Tyt: So where are we?

FW: I dunno....some sort of in betweeny place maybe? Or you're just a figment of my imagination due to all the drugs and pain killers I am probably on right now.

Tyt: Or....you're a figment of MINE because of all the drugs and pain killers I am probably on....

FW: Wow....trippy.....

Tyt: Yeah....

They sort of stand around awkwardly.

Tyt: So, match of the year, eh?

FW: Yeah, well, I would have gladly not won that given all the hell that happened afterward. At the time though--

Tyt: We don't actually see the future. We think we know the path, but we never do until we look behind us.

FW: Wow....deep....

Tyt: Yeah, I don't know where that came from. But I thought you should hear it.

FW: Kay.......

Tyt: And....you are not done with him. It'll come back around eventually. Be patient. Don't rush it or you'll end up back here.

FW: Huh?

Tyt: What is that ringing?

The sound of a cell phone ringing can be heard. They both look around for a bit.

FW: Oh, that's mine....be right back....

Firewoman wakes up in a dimly lit ER cubicle. She looks around, her eyes adjusting to the light, and in seeing no one there, she sighs.

FW: Ooooooookay......

She starts to get up, but lots of pain thingies happen in lots of places, so she instead decides to not do that. She looks on the table next to her and sees her cell phone, still ringing, so she answers it.

FW: Yeah, hey......I don't care about the ring, Lucky, I'm sure it's fine.......how is Alexis doing?........okay........what about Alex's match? He did? That's awesome!!!.....why is that not awesome?.....oh.........oh.............oh.........yeah, that's less than awesome. Explains why no one is here, too......So did I at least win?...... No, no I don't remember, or else I wouldn't have.......yeah, yeah, sparkle sparkle...........Dunno, there's no doctor or nurse or anything here....No, Lucky, I didn't hear about LD, I've been unconscious for a bit....at least I think I have been........he did what?.......uh huh......uh huh........uh huh...............huh. Yeah, okay, I'll deal with that when I get out of here.......I dunno....soon. I don't see someone I'm walking out on my own.

Firewoman hangs up

[BookerShark]

<Moose walks into Fire's hospital room and plops down in the chair, Onslaught championship slung over his shoulder>

FW: Good, you can help me

MHJ: Help you what?

FW: Leave

MHJ: Nope

FW: What the fuck do you mean nope?

MHJ: What part of nope did you have difficulty with?

FW: Smartass. Get my stuff, I'm leaving

MHJ: No, you're not

FW: And just who the FUCK is going to stop me?

MHJ: Certainly not your husband. Where is Little Alex anyway?

FW: <frowning> I don't know. Not here

MHJ: Yeah. That's a damn shame about his title

FW: Yeah, I am sure it breaks you up. Now help me get my shit together

MHJ: Fire, you are not leaving

FW: Like I said before who the FUCK is going to stop me?

<just then GM Selena walks into Fire's room>

GMS: Looks like that would be me

FW: I don't think so little girl

GMS: Clearly you have not read the Spin Hansen Policy, way to be on top of your job Fire. Any OOWF Wrestler who is hospitalized after a match must remain in the hospital under doctors care for 24-48 hours. NO EXCEPTIONS. Failure to comply will result in termination. Look Fire, I know you hate being told what to do, but isn't it better this way? Wouldn't it have been nice had someone done this for Spin?

<Fire glares at Selena, then throws her stuff on the chair and climbs back into bed, clearly furious>

GMS: Thank you Fire.

<GM Selena leaves>

MHJ: Wow, that must suck!

FW: Fuck you

MHJ: Awwwww is that any way to talk to your champion brother? No comments on me winning the wrestling title in the OOWF?

FW: You won. Congratulations

MHJ: Uh huh. I plan on holding this title at the very least 62 days

FW: Why 62 days? That is very random.

MHJ: No, you held it 61 days. I am going to prove who the best wrestler in the family is

FW: Gonna take a whole lot more than THAT Moose. You can't beat me, and you know it

MHJ: <smirking> Well, if you could manage to stay out of the hospital long enough, maybe one day we can prove that theory of yours

<Moose laughs, and Alex walks in. The two of them glare at one another for a moment>

MHJ: I gotta go, getting a little tired from carrying around this title. You remember what that is like, don't you Little Alex?

<Alex stares a hole through Moose, Moose just laughs again and walks out the door>

[BookerShark]

**A ninja cam follows SFJ#47 through the backstage area. She appears to be looking for someone. She steps through the curtain into the darkened arena and we see someone in the ring, sitting on the turnbuckles. As she gets closer, we see that it’s L.D. Williams.**

LDW: “Come to ask the obvious?”

SFJ#47:” Well, yeah.”

LDW: “Let me save you some time. It had nothing to do with losing the match to Drink & Destroy. I got knocked out. I lost. That’s on me. And no, I wasn’t trying to remind people what I’m capable of.”

SFJ#47: “Then why?”

LDW: “This ring…this ring is mine. It is my world, my responsibility. For us to do what we do, there has to be such a thing as too far. Tytan did things in this ring that were…inexcusable. When I said that the ring cried out for vengeance people ignored me or laughed it off, but I meant every word.”

SFJ#47: “But you formed Regicide…”

LDW: “I thought he got it. I really did. They say that redemption is the hardest road, and it seemed like Tytan was on his way. But then, he started to slip. You were at the award ceremony, you heard what he said… what choice did I have?”

SFJ#47: “I don’t think the board will see it that way.”

LDW: “The board, Selena, Fire, they’ll do what they have to, and I’ll accept my punishment. That’s the whole point. Actions have consequences.”

SFJ#47: “I still don’t see it. What does attacking Tytan accomplish?”

LDW: “Ma always told me that if you want someone to understand you, you have to speak their language. Violence is what Tytan understands. He won’t be happy about it, and maybe someday he’ll come for me, but he’ll know, as will anyone else who considers going too far over the line, that there will be a reckoning…and vengeance will be mine.”

<fade>

[BookerShark]

FADE back in on the remnants of Hell on Earth 7 as the crew is packing up to leave for Lebanon, Kansas. Dragging a suitcase to his 2012 Kia Sportage is The Crusher Stan Fulton. By the slump of his shoulders and bowed head, it appears he’s not taking his current losing streak well.

Fulton puts his suitcase in the back of his vehicle and is about to climb behind the wheel when someone from off camera calls his name. That someone walks up to Fulton and we see it’s Kevin Nash.

KN: “You did good last night, Stan.”

SF: “Thanks, Kevin. Means a lot coming from you. But I’m not so sure of that myself.”

KN: “Hey. We’ve all been on losing streaks at one time or another. It happens in this business.”

SF: “I watched tape of the pay-per-view today and heard what you said. I appreciate the thoughts.”

KN: “I do nothing but tell it like it is.”

SF: “Razz asked if you were coming out of retirement to manage. You didn’t answer.”

KN: “Nope. I didn’t.”

SF: “You willing?”

KN: “Are you?”

SF: “Need a ride to Lebanon?”

KN: “Sure.”

Nash and Fulton get in the Kia and drive off towards Imperial Onslaught as we FADE.

[BookerShark]

Psykle and IQ are in the limo on their way to Lebanon, Kansas. IQ is going over some paper work, when Psykle grabs it and throws it across the limo. IQ calmly reaches over, and picks it back up.

IQ: What did that accomplish?

Psykle: It made me feel better.

IQ: You should feel just fine, the mini-tournament for the Onslaught title went well...

Psykle: I lost.

IQ: Why was that?

Psykle: Because that bitch distract...

IQ: No, that's not why.

Psykle: What do you mean that's not why? Fire came down to ringside, during her brother's match against me, when she could have perfectly well sent the message about Westgaard's condition over the headsets. You heard Nash, the headsets were working fine, she had NO reason coming out to ringside.

IQ: I didn't say she did, but that's not why you lost.

Psykle: Oh really? Well tell me, oh wise one, why did I lose then?

IQ: Because you lost focus.

IQ says nothing more and after a moment goes back to his paperwork. Psykle stares at IQ with a look of rage, that turns into a look of shock, before turning into a look of frustration.

IQ: Don't worry. Moose can't beat you cleanly when you are focused. We'll regain your focus, and you'll cash in your title shot against him. In the meantime, you have an opportunity ahead of you.

Psykle: What? To win the Imperial Onslaught and get the briefcase with the title shot? I thought I wasn't ready for that division yet.

IQ: You're not, and that's not what I'm talking about. Think about it. Who else is going to be in the Imperial Onslaught match that you will finally get a chance to get your hands on?

Psykle: Fire.

IQ: There you go. Now you're focused again.

Fade to black.

[BookerShark]

*Stank steps out of his Infinity QX56 (new sponsorship) wearing black sunglasses, a black OOWF T-shirt, gray jacket, and blue jeans. He walks toward the entrance of the hospital, taking note of Moose's black Shelby Mustang parked nearby. This reminds him of something. He walks up to the entrance of the hospital, and through the glass doors he sees Moose stepping out of the elevator. Stank pulls out his wallet, as the automatic doors open, allowing Stank to step through, meeting Moose midway to the elevator.*

Stank - Congratulations champ.

*Stank hands Moose all the cash he has in his wallet.*

Stank - I'll send you the rest.

MHJ - Heading up to see my sister?

Stank - Yeah.

MHJ - Alex is up there.

Stank - Don't give a shit.

MHJ - Where you heading after that?

Stank - I don't know. Got a month long suspension and a 90 day no compete for a championship after that... I might retire.

MHJ - You don't want to do that.

Stank - Well Moose... It's like you said... some of us feel like we need to be World Champion, more than others. All I wanted was to get my World Title back and for Alex to be champion when that happened. It will be four months before I'm able to compete for the title, and Alex isn't even champion anymore.

*The big man shrugs his shoulders.*

Stank - I got a lot of thinking to do.

MHJ - Then take your 30 days before deciding anything. Now listen to me. Don't make any rash decisions before speaking to me, first. You hear me?

Stank -

MHJ - Lucas?

*Moosehead Jack speaking Stank's real name which he rarely, if ever, does seems to pry loose a response from Stank.*

Stank - Okay.

MHJ - Okay?

Stank - I SAID okay!

MHJ - Good. You have my number.

Stank - What floor is she on?

MHJ - Sixth floor room 6B.

*With no further comment, Moose heads off to his car. Stank walks to the elevator and presses the call button as the camera fades.*

[BookerShark]

*Davin and His Angels all pile out of the Camry upon arrival at the bustling Geographic Center of the Lower 48 Contiguous United States*

SDM: Wow.

SFJ420: Yeah.

DM: Geez.

OGMSJ: ...

SDM: God-forsaken doesn't even begin to describe this place.

DM: You would think, that just by accident, the Geographical Center of the Lower 48 United States...would have more than 200 people living in it.

SDM: Just for the oddity factor.

SFJ420: There are totally, like...8 streets here. Literally. Like, 8, man.

OGMSJ: Ok, remember when we were in Iowa a few months ago? How nothing was there? This place makes that place look like New York City.

DM: Well, look on the bright side.

OGMSJ: What bright side?

DM: There are more people here than in Nunavut. Let's go in.

*They go in*

*fade*

[BookerShark]

*Fade in to a hotel room in Lebanon, Kansas, where we find El Lobo Sangriento READING~! a book…

ELS: …

VG: Ahem.

ELS: What?

VG: We’re doing a promo here.

ELS: Not interested.

VG: Well, you don’t really have a choice. It’s already started.

*Lobo sighs and sets the book down (incidentally, Life of Pi by Yann Martel)…

ELS: (to the camera) Hey, kids. It’s your old pal Lobo. As you all saw last night, I narrowly avoided losing to J-P Sparxx, only to lose to Moosehead Jack. I’m no longer Onslaught champion, and that really sucks. I wanted to be the longest-reigning Onslaught champ ever. In fact, I think I wanted it too much. It was so close, I couldn’t get it out of my head, and any distraction is too much distraction against a man like Moose.

ELS: And not only did I lose my Onslaught title, I lost my shot at Imperial Onslaught. That would have been something special to be a part of. (Although, I am a champion, so I don’t see why I’m not in there somewhere. No respect for the Trios. Guess that’s something I can work on.)

ELS: Wolfpack, it’s amazing how little pressure I feel right now. I know I’m the best Onslaught wrestler in this company, regardless of who holds the title right now. I’ll get my rematch against Moose, but in the meantime, I’m just going to sit back and enjoy myself. Wrestle some Trios matches, maybe. Get back to being the fun-loving Lobo you all grew to love when I first arrived in the OOWF.

ELS: In fact, I’m off to the Destroyatorium. My Trios partners deserve a congratulatory drink on me. Hell of an important win against Regicide last night.

ELS: Wolfpack out.

*Lobo heads out of his hotel room and toward the Beirutdome as we *FADE*

[BookerShark]

~~~ Zane and Chad have arrived in Kansas and are settling into their dressing room. Bridgette walks in ~~~

Bridgette: Well. I have some interesting news. The Texpress Facebook Page has been abuzz with the news that you have now hit 300 days as Tag Team Champions. Noone else has held any one Championship for that long.

Chad: Wow, Even LD? He's been champion for like 900 days.

Bridgette: Yep, even LD. Alex and Poe are at 298 each with the World Championship

Zane: Nice. something else to add to the list

Bridgette: Also big news is the 78 total wins. With any luck, you should hit 100 by next year's Hell On Earth

Chad: That'll be cool

Bridgette: It was also brought up that this past 'season' was on the second full complete season you guys have. you have a partial year when you first started, then a full one, then a partial, then another partial, and then this full one.

Zane: Hmm.. It just seems like we've been here for a long time.

Chad: I guess when you factor in the injuries, and the Loser leaves town loss, there have been some gaps in our time.

Bridgette: Just making all you've done more impressive.

Zane: That's all well and good. But I want to focus going forward. after this week's Imperial Onslaught, we hit the Tag Team Invitational. We've lost in the first round every year until last year. I want us to focus on going deeper into that and actually winning it.

Chad: Yeah, but real teams rarely win that thing. Eco and Tytan were the only ones to win it and then go on to a Championship. the rest just seem to fade away.

Zane: Well, let's change that. Our resume is missing an Invitational Win. Let's get to work.

Chad: Sure thing.. Champ *clink*

~~~ Zane *clinks* and we fade ~~~

[BookerShark]

Fire is reluctantly LAYING~! in her bed, but she is doing commissionery type work while there. Alex has gone to check on Alexis, and Stank is telling her some joke.

FW: Dammit, don't. It hurts to laugh.

Sta: Oh, gee, I'm putting you in pain? Think of that the next time you suggest we run to a show.

FW: Heh.....well....I guess that'll be a while, eh?

Sta: Thirty days.

FW: Lucas, I tried to--

Sta: I know you did...I'll get my knee done, rest up....and then I'll finally beat you in a race.

FW: You wish. Don't get soft while you're gone.

LDW: *coming in from the hallway* You mean softer.

Sta: Hey, LD...uh....I suppose you all need to have a conversation....

FW: If you wouldn't mind....

Stank nods, goes to leave, then stops turns back and gives a surprised Fire a kiss on the head. He and LD shake hands, and then he leaves.

LDW: So.....

FW: So, the board has not decided anything yet, although give the fact that Tytan was allowed to keep his championship belt and stay employed after what he did to me and Ecosystem...of course, it's a new regime with Selena, so...

LD just nods, looking neither proud nor regretful, just looking like LD.

FW: How's your mom?

LDW: Good. She sends her best to you, like always.

FW: You know, I hadn't actually forgiven him. I just said that for the cameras.

LDW: I figured...

FW: And did you ever stop to think that I might have wanted to handle it myself?

LDW: Well, old Fire would have. New improved kinder gentler Fire...

FW: Don't channel Moose...please....

LDW: Not what I mean. If you had gone after Tytan, you would have undone all the work you talked about doing before Hell on Earth. Besides...

FW: Your ring....your responsibility?

LDW: Something like that.

FW: Well....like I said, I haven't heard anything from the board or Selena yet. And when it's time for Eco......

LDW: He's all yours.

FW: Thanks, LD. You know, there was a time when your momma thaid we sould get to know eazh ozher and...

LDW: Are you okay?

FW: Oh....yeah.....morphine....or ... sumthn.....I sould bake you a cake....'cept I don't bake so...good.....

LDW: Okay...get some sleep, Fire.

Fire does not hear him as she is clearly already there.

[BookerShark]

*LD Williams steps out of Firewoman's room where Stank is waiting.*

Stank - She pass out?

LDW - Morphine.

Stank - Okay... well... three promos, all within a day, that's gotta be some kind of record for you.

LDW - Funny.

Stank - This thing with Tytan..

LDW - Had to be done.

Stank - Okay.

LDW - Let's walk.

*Stank and LD walk a little ways down the hall passing by Alexis Darling's room. Stank glances in and sees Alex with his back turned sitting by Lexie's bed. Lexie glances up and briefly locks eyes with Stank who simply looks away and continues past.*

Stank -

LDW - I saw your promo earlier with Moose.

Stank - Oh?

LDW - On the cab ride over.

Stank - And?

LDW - You are not retiring.

Stank - Now listen Billy D. I don't-

LDW - YOU. ARE NOT. RETIRING. PERIOD.

Stank -

LDW -

Stank - Can I at-

LDW - No.

Stank - But I didn't even say-

LDW - No.

Stank - It's not like anything is set in stone.

LDW - No.

Stank - WHAT are you NOing?

LDW - Whatever little thing you are about to say that leads to you not being part of the OOWF.

Stank - I... I'm changing the subject.

LDW - Okay.

Stank - Did you-

LDW - No.

Stank - CAN I TALK?

LDW - No.

Stank - Man fuck you.

LDW - No.

*Stank throws his hands up in frustration and continues down the hall. They reach the elevator and LD Williams presses the call button.*

Stank - ... ... ... Do you need a ride to Kansas?

LDW - No... I mean yes!

Stank - Then I'll take you.

LDW - Good.

Stank - I hope you can say more than "no" on the way down.

LDW - No.

Fade

[BookerShark]

<Stank and LD exit the hospital and see Moose standing next to his car.>

MHJ: Gentlemen......I think a celebration is in order here.

LDW: Only if you are paying

MHJ: Drinks are on me

LDW: Stan coming too?

MHJ: Said he was on his way

Stank: Lets go!

<the three pile into the Shelby and tear out of the parking lot into the night>

[BookerShark]

The scene comes up in the Destroyatorium, the bar is quite, neither the girls nor Victor are anywhere to be seen. Outback Jack and Danny Taylor sit across from each other at a lone table. Jack looks like a seasoned veteran, and for the first time sense joining this company, Danny does as well. Both men are stitched and bandaged, they look tired, beat up, and most of all content. Danny raises his drink and Jack follows suit. He then points to the both of them, and they clink drinks.

OBJ: We did it mate, redemption feels good.

Danny smiles and nods in agreement. He then makes the motion of a belt around his waist.

OBJ: Heh, ambitious, I like that. I also agree, It's past time we got ourselves back into the title hunt. The Texans better keep those belts warm for us, Drink and Destroy is looking to shoot back to the top.

Danny smirks, then gets a serious look on his face. He points to his eye, then puts his hand over his mouth, and moves it forward (sign language for thank you).

OBJ: No need for that mate, you've put just as much into this team as I have. This whole mentor/student thing we had going on, it's over from this moment out, we go into this as equals. Got it mate.

Danny smiles and they again clink drinks. It is at this point that El Lobo Sangriento comes into the room. He looks around surprised at how peaceful the place is. Danny motions for him to come over and join them. Lobo takes a seat.

El Lobo: I thought this place would be more....

OBJ: rambunctious?

EL Lobo: Yes, that is as good a word as any. After we won the Trios this place was rocking.

OBJ: That was a championship victory, this was a different type of win, needed a different type of celebration.

Danny nods in agreement.

El Lobo: Ohh well if you need me to leave....

Danny shakes his head no.

OBJ: Yeah, Vic and the girls will be back soon anyways, You had a tough night, hang out have a drink, and let it out of your mind.

El Lobo: That is my plan, I also wanted to find out why the trios champs are being disrespected by being left out of the Imperial Onslaught.

Danny and Jack exchange confused looks.

OBJ: Mate, we are in the IO.

Now it is El Lobos turn to get confused.

El Lobo: I saw the lineup, it only had the tag champs and singles champs.

At this both Danny and Jack laugh.

OBJ: That's the champions tournament mate, the IO is the battle royal that guarantees the winner a world title match at the time and place of their choosing. Heh, Rookies.

Danny motions to Lobo not to worry. Then he points to himself, and nods.

OBJ: Yeah, it was just as funny when Danny screwed that up. Now Lobo, go grab us another round, and lets talk about whom we would like to put the trios titles up against.

Lobo smiles and heads to get a round as we

FADE

[BookerShark]

**Cut to the typical dive bar Moose likes, where Stank, Moose, L.D. Williams and Stan Fulton are drinking at a corner table.**

S: “Four?”

LDW: “Bite me.”

S: “What? I’m just saying it’s…unusual.”

LDW: “I can go back to speaking in ‘no’ if you like.”

S: Fine. Consider it dropped.”

**The drinking continues for a time. Moose gets up to get another round.**

LDW: “You know, I’m disappointed in the two of you.”

SF: “Which two?”

LDW: “You and suspended here.”

SF: “What’d we do?”

S: “This time?”

LDW: “We made a bet with Moose.”

S: “I paid him - part of it. I‘ll write a check for the rest.”

SF: “I’ve got mine right here.”

LDW: “Exactly - a check. Paper. What good is that?”

SF: “As opposed to?”

M: “Twelve thousand, five hundred idiotic fucking Canadian coins. Asshole.”

LDW: “It took WEEKS to get that many loonies., and you wouldn’t believe what it cost me to ship them.”

SF: “Why?”

LDW: “Because I assumed that the two of you, being funny guys, would come up with SOMETHING!”

S: “Huh. Now that you mention it…

M: “Don’t even THINK about it. I’ve got enough to deal with with laughing boy’s little prank. Those coins are fucking heavy.”

SF: “What are you going to do with them?

M: “I haven’t a fucking clue.”

S: “Pay our tab.”

MHJ: “Can’t. I tried here, I tried the hotel, I even tried the hospital gift shop. Nobody’ll take the damn things.”

**As if on cue, Justin Sane enters the bar.**

JS: “Hey boss, can I borrow five bucks?”

M: “Here.”

**Justin sticks out his hand and Moose drops five loonies into it. Justin starts to say something, but looks down and sees the coins. He screams and flings them away.”

JS: “AAARRRGGGHHHH! Get away from me with your devil money!”

S: “ Justin, relax. They’re just loonies.”

JS: “I KNEW it! Trying to curse me! Take away my sanity!”

SF: “I don’t think that’s a worry.”

**Moose attempts to pull out his wallet to give Justin a five-dollar bill. Unfortunately, the motion causes a cascade of loonies to fall out of his pocket. Justin sees them, screams again, and sprints for the door. Moose and Stank stare at each other, dumbfounded.**

SF: “I’m going to get L.D. a glass of water. He’s going to hurt himself laughing that hard.”

<fade>

[BookerShark]

J-P Sparxx walks straight into Firewoman's hospital room. Alexander Darling stands up as quick as he can.

AD: J-P, what are you doing here?

J-PS: Can't a brutha check an' see how yo shortie is doin'?

FW: I'm no one's "shortie."

J-PS: Nah, nah, I guess not. Whole world knows you wear da BVD's, knowwhatI'msayin'?

AD: Okay, that's enough.

Alexander Darling pushes J-P out of the hospital room. J-P blows a kiss at Firewoman as he does.

AD: What's your problem?

J-PS: Right now, or in gen'ral?

AD: Which ever you want to tell me.

J-PS: How'djoo do it, bro? How'd you git da bookahs to take you serusly?

AD: I worked my ass off. I bled, I sweated.

J-PS: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I gits it. An' yo stupid if ya think dat's all it takes. I beat yo ass an' no one gave a damn...

AD: Look, J-P, you have a ton of talent. I see that. The boys in the back see that. Your time will come. I respect what you and Evans are trying to do, but yu need to...

J-P kicks Alexander Darling in the stomach and DDT's him to the floor. J-P kips up and stands over Alexander Darling.

J-PS: Woo woo, Darling. I don't want yo respect son, knowwhatI'msayin'? I just want yo punk ass tomato can bein' self out ma way, ya feel me?

Security starts to rush around the corner.

J-PS: Deuces, bitch!

J-P takes off as security check on Alexander Darling.

[BookerShark]

A whole day and stuff later...Firewoman walks into the DEA Luxury Suites at the OOWF Arena in Lebanon, Kansas *cheap pop* She and Alex both still have things with to do with their injuries (stitches, bandages, etc.) but they don't get in the way of talking...

AD: What the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to--

FW: The rule is 24 to 48 hours. It's been (looks at her watch) 46.

AD: Tell me you did NOT take the Kawasaki...

FW: I could tell you that.....

AD: *frowning at that* Well...just...sit down, or something....

FW: Please...no hovering. I just want to see how you're doing, how Alexis is doing, and then get to the offi--

AD: I'm fine. I'm more .... I dunno....Are you sure you're okay?

FW: I'm fine. I'll be totally set to go for the Imperial Onslaught. And I meant...well...Eric.

AD: What about him?

FW: He did what he set out to do. He took everything that mattered to you.

AD: *reaching out and touching her cheek* Not everything. But damn close.

FW: Okay *smiling, and gently pushing his hand away* I told you he wouldn't though. He says I was wrong to say that no one would hire Attitude Adjuster. What I think I actually said was "no one in his right mind" would hire him, and boy was I right about that...

AD: Look, I'm okay with how things went down at Hell On Earth in my match. I won. Then Eric won after I had already beaten three others. I'm not happy, but...You need to keep an eye out.

FW: Dude, as far as I know, Attitude Adjuster is still in the hospital.

AD: He's not the only one you have to worry about.

FW: Okay, I promise, I'll keep an eye out. But it'll be fine.

Fire leans in and gives Alex a peck on the cheek.

AD: That's not going to work.

She smiles and leaves, because clearly it did. Alex just shakes his head, but smiles as the door closes. As she walks down the hall an SFJ comes up to her.

SFJ27: FIRE! Can I please get some time?

FW: Are you new?

SFJ27: Maybe. I dunno, the writer has a hard time keeping track.

FW: Let's pretend you are.

SFJ27: Okay...cool. Firewoman, you just came back from a possible match of the year nominated match with Attitude Adjuster, where your entire career was potentially at jeopardy.

FW: I did. And I did exactly what I told him I would do. I would make him regret ever trying to ruin what I've accomplished and take my career away from me. And that's exactly what I did.

SFJ27: But Eric O'Mac has still sworn to ... um ...

FW: Yeah, I know what he says. But he'll fail. And he may temporarily have taken Alex's belt away from him, but tomorrow night, at Imperial Onslaught *cheap pop*, the winner gets to face Eric for the championship.

SFJ27: So you're predicting Alexander will win?

FW: Maybe...or maybe someone ELSE will win.

SFJ27: Like...YOU?

FW: Never can tell. I'm feeling very much like my old self, and when the old Fire wants something, not a lot can stand in her way. I think that championship is coming back to the DEA locker room one way or another. Alex is one way....I'm another.

SFJ27: And let me guess...that would sparkle with you?

FW: ....

SFJ27: ....

FW: Some advice...don't take the talent's tag lines. We're kinda protective of those.

SFJ27: Oh, sorry....

FW: Some more advice?

SFJ27: Sure.

FW: Chad Madison is GREAT with interviews. You should check him out.

SFJ27: Oh...okay, sure! Thanks, Fire!

Fire smirks as SFJ27 goes presumably in the direction of Texpress's locker room. She heads to her office.

FAAAADE

[BookerShark]

**Destroyatorium**

Alexander has made his way to the Drink & Destroy stronghold so as to not sit alone in his locker room after Fire went off to do her commissioner work and Alexis needed to check with medical. Alex looks into his beer as Ashley takes a seat across from him.

Alexander: You drew the short straw to check on my mood?

Ashley: Nope. Volunteered for this one. We haven’t talked in a while so I figured you were missing me.

Alexander: Goes without saying. So, what’s up Ash? Worried I’m gonna get all emo after losing my title. That I’m going to fall into a gutter or something?

Ashley: Not at all. You’re not that Alex anymore. But what I can see is that there’s something you’re holding back and I may not be the stereotypical bartender, but I have a good ear.

Alexander: Among other body parts.

Ashley: Be good. What would Fire say?

Alexander: She’d say your ass was your best feature.

Ashley: *coughs* Continuing…what are you thinking about?

Alexander: Besides your ass now. That I was right.

Ashley: Right about what?

Alexander: The reason why I’m not as upset about losing the title as you would think is I saw this coming. Maybe not the exact specifics of it all, but I had the feeling this was coming. Stank, specifically has called me paranoid and said it was that paranoia that was the beginning of the end but he was wrong. My feelings…my instincts said this company was going to be in trouble at some point in the future. “Winter is coming.”

Ashley: You still think it is?

Alexander: No.

Ashley: Then…

Alexander: I think it’s already here. Winter has arrived in the OOWF. Look at the landscape around here. Our Onslaught Champion is a joke when it comes to wrestling. The fact that he was even in the title picture…well, the less said the better. Our Intercontinental Champion has been given so many chances to run with the ball and he fumbles every single time. And our esteemed World Champion; my former best friend; the self-proclaimed White Knight…he thinks he’s taken something from me, but the only thing he truly took from me was the chance I’d ever consider him an equal. I had the same Imperial Onslaught shot he had and I gave my opponent fair notice that I was going to use. Eric, he uses his lackey to attack me from behind and then cash in after I wrestled an hour. He can claim he’s smart. That he’s opportunistic. Whatever. The fact is he’s a fucking coward who’s never been able to beat me clean. And he’s going to have to deal with that for a long time because I don’t plan on using my rematch clause.

Ashley: WHAT?

Alexander: There will come a time and a place when I challenge for the OOWF World Heavyweight Title again, but I refuse to give Eric that satisfaction. I’ve proven myself as a champion twice now. 2 separate reigns of over 100 days. No one else has done that. My legacy is getting more and more cemented with each accomplishment I achieve and for the time being, the world title is an accomplishment I don’t need right now. Eric can fucking deal with that truth.

Ashley: So, what are the goals you are looking to accomplish in the near future.

Alexander turns towards the bar and his eyes scan upwards where 2 of the OOWF Campeonas de Trios titles sit.

Alexander: Things I’ve never done before Ash. Because while I might be Alexander Darling, and the rest of the world isn’t…I’ve realized that might mean there are still things that the rest of the world can teach me.

**Fade**

[BookerShark]

C'MON MAN...DON'T CALL IT A COME BACK!

*And the boos come POURING DOWN as new OOWF World Heavyweight Champion Eric O'Mac, The White Knight, walks down the ring to L.L. Cool J's "Mama Said Knock You Out", sporting the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship around his waist. Eric, clearly enjoying and soaking up all the attention, even if it's negative attention, has the lovely Lauren Phoenix by his side as he is all grins in Lebanon, Kansas. Eric walks up the steps, and demands the referee, who is in the ring, preparing for the main event of the live house event, to hold the ring ropes open for him and his valet. Eric takes off his sunglasses, hands them to Lauren Phoenix, and gets down in the middle of the ring on both knees in a praying motion as lots and lots pf PYRO shoots out and confetti falls from the ceiling. The fans are having none of it, as they voice their approval. Eric nods over to the ring announcer, who hands the microphone to the play-by-play man, Gus Johnson.*

Gus Johnson: Hi, ladies and gentlemen, I'm Gus Johnson, and it's my pleasure to introduce to you. Mr. Rise And Fire, He Gets Buckets, The White Knight and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW O-O-W-F WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION....ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC OOOOOOOOOOOO'MMMMMMMMAC!

*And the boos just seem to get heavier in volume as Gus hands the microphone to the color commentator, Ron Jaworski.*

Jaws: Eric is clearly a big time player in the ONLINE ONSLAUGHT WRESTLING FEDERATION. Shit, you need to buy his new shirt, on sale now!

*More, and more boos. Also, who picked this announce team? It's freaking awesome. Finally, the crowd quiets down as Eric is handed the microphone.*

Eric: Y'know, it's been a banner year for me, ladies and gentlemen. I started out last October as a directionless jobber to the stars. I had just lost to Ravenna Blue at Hell on Earth. I really had no where to go.

So, instead of bitching about my bad fortune...I created an opportunity.

I took Bryce Larson, and we dominated the tag team division for nearly half the year. I don't give a shit what anyone says, Bryce Larson and Eric O'Mac were the fucking tag team of the year, and that's just a fact.

*Respectable cheers, but still some heavy booing since the fans love their Drink and Destroy.*

Eric: But there is one more thing I need to thank Bryce Larson for, and that's the fact that he won the Imperial Onslaught...and forgot he had it. And forgot that if he were to ever leave the OOWF, any contracts of his would become property of the Brass Knuckle Kings...which, in the end, consisted of me, and me alone.

The Imperial Onslaught Title shot was never meant to be my first resort. It was my last resort. My ace in the hole. But, I didn't want everyone in the world to know that I had it, so, when I hired the Attitude Adjuster...

*Booooooos*

Eric:......when I hired him, he didn't know it, but he was also being hired to protect that briefcase. And he did his job well, and he will get paid for it. Congratulations on your payday, Alan. You earned it.

But anyways, this title shot was my ace in the hole, just in case things didn't go according to plan. And they didn't. Alexander Darling...

*Massive cheers.*

Eric:...Yeah, him. He won the match. I didn't expect that. But it was ok. Because a smart wrestler, a smart champion...he's always prepared. And I was. Let's show it the ending to the audience!\

*The OOWFTron shows the controversial ending at the end of the match that ends with Eric O'Mac winning the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship.*

Eric: And see, here's where I once again prove I work smarter, not harder. That's the difference between me and Alexander Darling. He expects everyone to be fair, to follow the rules, and to do what it is he does.

Well, for a change of pace, you are right, Alex. You're Alexander Darling, and I'm just not.

Because I'm not you. I don't follow the rules. I'm not fair. I do what it takes to get what I want. And I wanted to get your OOWF Heavyweight Championship out of your hands and into my hands and I did it. And did it by ANY MEANS NECESSARY.

You think I give a shit about what you think of me? I really don't. You can call me a coward all you want, but the fact of the matter is...I wanted results and I GOT RESULTS.

So, back of the line Alexander. Even if you were man enough to face me again - you've beaten me before, so I don't know why you are so scared now - I'm not even sure if you deserve a re-match, because when it comes down to it, retaining your championship smartly isn't your strong suit. First a bird, then a typo, did you ever lose a title to two elbows? and now to me, the smartest champion in professional wrestling.

So, with Alexander Darling choosing to be a pussy, and Stank being suspended for the next couple of months and not being able to challenge for the title, who's next?

The fact is, it doesn't matter.

I'm a firm believer that the winners write the history books. And if your name is etched in the history books, then you can be immortal. You can live forever. And the OOWF DAMN sure isn't going to voluntarily keep me as a part of history, so, just like everything else, I've got to do it myself.

You remember why I was so adament that Bryce and I make history with the tag team championships? So people would remember us, good or bad. We would be a part of the championships fabric. When people think of great tag teams in the OOWF, they think of the Brass Knuckle Kings.

I wanted results then. I got results - not the ones I wanted, but good enough results that it will ring true for the course of the history of the OOWF.

Now that I'm World Champion again? I want results again. I want to make history.

How long is the longest OOWF World Heavyweight Championship title reign? I don't know and I don't care, because what I'm going to do is going to surpass all of that.

Make no mistake...when Hell on Earth rolls around in September 2012...I will still be your World Heavyweight Champion. That's right, ladies and gentlemen. I want to hold the championship for 365 days. One entire year. No one has ever done it before, but if it's going to be done, it'll be done by me.

So, I don't really care who wins the Tournament of Champions. I don't really care who wins the Imperial Onslaught. I don't really care who steps up to be my first challenger. Because, in the end, my goal is to make history, and I can promise you, I'll work smarter than anyone else in this company to make sure that happens.

Because when I want results...

I get results.

*Eric O'Mac holds the championship high as the Kansas crowd boos and we fade out.*

[BookerShark]

FADE in on the "arena" (actually a pole building with the hogs moved out) in Lebanon, Kansas. Moving around the hog leavings is WWE Legend Kevin Nash and OOWF DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton.

KN: "So what were you, Moose, Stank and LD talking about?"

SF: "No idea. I'm never told when I'm needed for one of their promos or what the topic is. It's like I'm fuckin' Chuckles the Clown."

KN: "You hate clowns."

SF: "Perhaps. Or maybe it was just part of my looking-for-a-gimmick gimmick."

Fulton looks around for Kayfabe, expecting an attack but she's no where to be seen.

KN: "She's allergic to pigs."

SF: "No shit. That's odd."

KN: "Anyway, your first chance at the World Title is staring at you in the face tomorrow night. Imperial Onslaught is made for you, Stan. Tossing you over the top rope will be hard for any three people, let alone any one. Keep to one corner then they can only come at you a couple at a time. Hold your base and wait until it's one-on-four in the cage and then you can take the others out. You've seen Big Show at these battle royals. Same thing. Actually easier for you as your center of gravity, being shorter than he is, is lower. Tougher for them to get you off the ground."

SF: "Thanks. So assuming I win..."

KN: "Stop right there. Never assume you're going to win. Know you're going to win. There's a fine line between confidence and being a total douchenozzle. Stay on the line, though."

SF: "When I win Imperial Onslaught..."

KN: "Better."

SF: "... when's the best time to cash in? Right away or hold onto it?"

KN: "I'll let you know. If I'm going to be your manager, I'll make sure we do this at the right time. Speaking of we, where's your other employee? I haven't seen Martha around lately."

SF: "She's not comfortable away from the coasts. Too much white bread."

KN: "Ah. Anyway, remember last year. You made it to the final four. You took your eyes off of Danny Taylor and Matt Folz took advantage. Get to the final four then don't get yourself turned around."

SF: "Yessir."

KN: "Can't believe we're working in this shithole."

SF: "Literally."

KN: "So, you going with the new catchphrase?"

SF: "The old one only got a single nomination and that was from Stank. We'll see if this new one gets over. It seemed to work at the Awards Ceremony, but I just modified it a bit. It might still need work."

Fulton turns towards the camera.

SF: "I am the OOWF's resident ass kicker. The Crusher’s time is now."

FADE

KN: "Still needs work."

SF: "Damn."

CUT

[BookerShark]

El Lobo Sangriento is standing in the Hallway of Random Encounters, minding his own business. Suddenly, he is CLUBBERED (tm Dusty Rhodes) by the Halliburton briefcase no longer filled with cash but still possessed by Attitude Adjuster.

AA: There! You happy now!?! Everything is reset, and because I concussed your ass you're now eligible to win whatever title it is you want to win.

ELS: That doesn't make any sense.

AA: Look, when has wrestling made any sense? Just run with it. And maybe a few months from now we can edit this footage and turn this promo into a feud-starter. You can thank me later.

ELS: Why are you still carrying around that briefcase?

AA: I haven't figured that out yet. Wait until tomorrow. I might have an answer.

(This promo was brought to you by Late Tuesday Nite and AA's Been Drinking Productions.)