OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (11/02) Live! From Valhalla Ce

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Valhalla Centre, Alberta Canada

OOWF World Heavyweight Title Match[/u]
Stan Fulton vs. Eric O'Mac

OOWF Intercontinental Title Match[/u]
Chris Evans vs. LD Williams

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
Texpress vs. Nothing Happened

OOWF Onslaught Championship Match[/u]
Moosehead Jack vs. J-P Sparxx

Alexander Darling & The Kai (w/Aina) vs. Drink & Destroy
Firewoman vs. Psykle
Attitude Adjuster vs. Honcho Williams vs. Ecosystem

card subject to finding the lost Vikings

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We come up outside the OOWF medical wing, where we see Dashing Victor Deniro, Dynamite Danny Taylor and Outback Jack looking distressed.

DVD: This sucks, we defend the titles, we should be celebrating, living it up, but once again someone decides to make a name at our expense.

OBJ: And this time the coward hid in the crowd behind a mask.

Danny makes the motion of antlers and then shrugs.

DVD: Could be, moose does have a history of masked men helping him out.

OBJ: We can't rule out the new guard, they have been targeting us recently as well.

Danny points at Jack and shrugs.

OBJ: True they have mostly targeted me, but they could be expanding.

DVD: Who knows, for now, let's make sure Lobo is all right, then we need to figure out what we will be doing going forward. If people want to keep poking this sleeping giant, they better be ready to pay the price.

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CUT to backstage after Doomy Doomy Doom Doom where the NEW OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, The Crusher Stan Fulton, is getting the congratulations of the rest of the roster. As Fulton's basking in the new-found adulation, he spies someone standing off to the side.

SF: "Excuse me for a moment everyone."

Fulton makes his way over to the side of the back stage area to the G.O.A.T., Davin Moreland.

DM: "Congratulations, Stan."

SF: "Thanks. And like I promised, you're getting the first non-required rematch title shot. I'll make sure Selena books it for Brooks Brook."

DM: "Thanks. You sure you don't mind being a 10 day champion?"

SF: "If I lose, you'll have earned it. I'm not giving it away."

DM: "Deal. Here. I have something for you."

Davin hands Fulton a small box which he opens. Inside is a gold plate with Fulton's name on it made to be placed on the title belt.

SF: "What if I'd lost?"

DM: "Knew you wouldn't."

SF: "Thanks, Davin. For this and the lessons."

DM: "Kick Eric's ass Wednesday."

SF: "You know it."

Fulton and Davin shake hands and Davin heads off to be with his family while Fulton heads off to a huge celebration as we FADE.

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Fire and LD Williams are already in the Destroyitarium, sharing a bottle. LD raises his glass.

LDW: Welp, here's to the barely started and newly ended best tag team that never was, "To Be Announced."

They clink glasses.

FW: We weren't really going with that, were we?

LDW: Who knows....

FW: Well, I'm outta here....

LDW: Got a locker room to trash?

FW: Naw, I think I'm done with that.

LDW: Oh....ah, Alex.

FW: Well, eventually. He likes to be alone a bit after a loss. No, it's Samhain weekend. I have...things to do.

LDW: Gotcha...well, enjoy....see ya around. I gotta say, it was great working with you again.

LD throws Fire the "Five" sign. Fire smiles and returns it.

FW: Likewise, LD. You're like the brother I never had.

Fire takes a last swig from her glass and walks into the night.

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*Stank is on his cellphone with GM theSelena.*

Stank - You hired him.

SaT - Ooooh so you saw.

Stank - Yes I saw.

SaT - You sound... upset.

Stank -

SaT - Stankie?

Stank - This is just... unexpected.

SaT - I thought you knew.

Stank - I knew my brother was interested in coming to the OOWF. I did not know it would be so... soon.

SaT - Is it a problem?

Stank -

SaT - Stankie?

Stank - I don't know, yet. He's...

SaT - (Interrupting.) Well the Board is pretty high on him. And Omie likes him a lot.

Stank - Poe knows my brother?

SaT - No he's just a fan.

Stank - I just wish Jared or his wife had talked to me first before showing up there.

SaT - Maybe he just wanted to jump in with both feet?

Stank - He attacked Lobo.

SaT - I had no idea he was going to do that. He was only supposed to show up from behind the curtain and promo on him. But I like what he did better. That was AWESOME! The black mist? That reminded me of Ket.

Stank - It was... something.

SaT - It was great!

Stank - I think Lobo and Drink & Destroy would disagree.

SaT - So? I don't see it being a big deal. Wait... you don't think the mist did permanent damage?

Stank - Depends on... a number of things. Having been a victim of it once I can tell you that it isn't... pleasant.

SaT - Does it burn?

Stank - Hell yes.

SaT - Awesome! I heard El Lobie and your brother used to fight in Mexico. Maybe I should set up a program between the two?

Stank - I don't care what you do with him. I just don't wa...

SaT - (Interrupting) I don't understand why you aren't excited? He's your brother. What... Do you two not get along?

Stank - The last time we spoke we got along fine. Our relationship has been... Look he... he's in a dark place.

SaT - Cool.

Stank - Not cool. He can be... dangerous... when he's Ghosthead. He gets lost in that gimmick... he don't act like my brother when he's like that. Something's happened to him since I last saw him in Japan.

SaT - *YAWN* No offense Stankie, but I don't care about that.

Stank - ... fine.

SaT - Awwww I'm sorry Stankie. But I think he'll fit in great. Look, it's getting late. Your suspension is up. When are you coming back?

Stank -

SaT - Stankie?

Fade

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*Davin and Alexis are at the nearest TIM HORTON'S~! in Alberta. Both are just drinking a coffee it looks like*

LD: Listen.

DM: What?

LD: I know you don't care about the tag titles...

DM: Who says I don't care about the tag titles?

LD: You?

DM: When?

LD: Before.

DM: K. What about now?

LD: What ABOUT now?

DM: Now I care about the tag titles, ok? I do. But it's tough to get fired up for it.

LD: Why the fuck not?

DM: Because how's it gonna go? Maybe a draw? Then maybe they win by doing something sneaky? Right? Cause all sorts of controversy? then they'll win straight, be the greatest tag team in the history of ever, and you're marked going forward because you're my partner. It's not right. It doesn't even have anything to do with skill or marketability or anything like that anymore.

LD: Why are you so fucking negative, Davin? My god, this is like Bizzaro Davin.

DM: You have time to find a new partner if you have a problem.

LD: That's not what I'm saying...

DM: Let's face it - unless your last name is Darling - Davin's just a big goofy whiner who has never done anything worth anything. Except for poor Stan. Listen Stan, get away from me while you still can. You don't want to be marked as being my associate. Congrats again, Champ, by the way.

LD: What are you talking about? He said he'd give you a title-

DM: Yeah. He did. But it's not up to him, is it? No. It's up to Selena. Assuming she'd be on board - which I imagine she would be, it's up then to the powers-that-be. And the powers-that-be want Davin to job his ass off, because that's what Davin does best, right? I mean, hell, Moose is the greatest pure wrestler in the history of ever now, right? I mean, he's pretty much a smaller Abyss/Mick Foley hybrid - so why shouldn't he dominate the Onslaught division, right? Fire hasn't had a title shot in a while. Honcho Williams has never had one. Then you've got such reliable souls as Evans and Folz who need title shots. IF I get one, it won't be for a while, and even then, it will be stacked against me.

LD: You can't possibly know that.

DM: Can't I? I've been doing this a long-ass time now. I mean, hell, according to Moose, I'm almost 40.

LD: You turn 35 in a couple of weeks.

DM: ALMOST 40!~!~@~!@!@~@!@!

LD: So what are you saying then?

DM: I'm saying I'm going to bust my ass to do everything humanly possible to win those tag belts Wednesday. After that? Well, hopefully, we win. Failing that? I have to wonder why the hell I came back; since I apparently came back to be a glorified Tommy Dreamer. Maybe Stank had the right idea all along, you know?

LD: Whatever. All I need to know is, are you with me for Wednesday?

DM: Of course, partner. I'm with you 100%

LD: Really?

DM: Yes, really. I said I was, didn't I?

LD: You did. Finish your coffee.

DM: I can't on camera. You know...

LD: Endorsements?

DM: Yup.

LD: I don't think they care in Canada.

DM: *whispers loudly* They're EEEEEEEEEEEVRYWHEEEEEEEEERE.....

LD: I can't believe World Champion Stan Fulton works in this shithole.

*fade*

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*Fade in to the OOWF arena’s Medical Bay in Devil’s Den, Wyoming, where we find El Lobo Sangriento SEETHING~! … AGAIN~! … He seems to be seething a lot lately, don’t you think? Maybe I should get him drinking herbal teas or doing yoga. A nice hot bath at the very lea–

ELS: Hey Voiceover Guy?

VG: Yes, Lobo?

ELS: Shut the fuck up.

VG: Yes, Lobo.

ELS: (to camera) So you’re finally here. After all this time, you finally managed to follow me to the big leagues. Well, congratu-fucking-lations, Deathhead – or Ghosthead – whatever you’re calling yourself these days. Welcome to the OOWF. Now I’ve got the New Guard attacking from one side, Moosehead Jack and Ecosystem attacking from another side, and my past attacking from behind. Fantastic.

ELS: Here’s the thing, though. You remember me as a lone wolf. My OOWF opponents have gotten to know me as a lone wolf. But now, I’ve got friends. I’ve got teammates. I’ve got backup. I’ve got Drink & Destroy.

ELS: So, Ghosthead, I’ll gladly step in the ring with you one-on-one anytime. Or find yourself a couple of partners and come at the whole crew. Doesn’t matter to me. And the same goes for Evans, Folz, Sparxx, Moose, and Eco – anytime, any place, any rules. Alone or with D&D.

ELS: I’ve been pretty laid back since I got here. I’ve let people get away with some shit that maybe I shouldn’t have. That ends now. You stupid fucks pushed too hard. This wolf just became rabid. Wolfpack out.

VG: That was a little harsh, don’t you think?

ELS: No, I need to show some teeth with Ghosthead here. You weren’t around when we were mixing it up in Mexico. He’s vicious. We wrestled some dark matches.

VG: You were both just getting started. It’s no surprise you were wrestling dark matches.

ELS: No, that’s not what I…can you just “fade” please? I need a drink.

VG: You’re the boss, boss.

*FADE*

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<the talent has all arrived at Valhalla Centre (we will just assume we all flew from Devil’s Den since I don’t think we all made a 1300 mile trip over night) Moose is sitting on the loading dock smoking a cigar when a clearly annoyed Fire comes out and lights up a cigarette>

MHJ: Problems?

FW: <jumping a little since she didn’t notice Moose sitting there> No. It’s just fine. Part of the ring hasn’t got here yet.

MHJ: We have until tomorrow anyway, and will it be THAT big a disaster if our B show is cancelled for Tuesday.

FW: <getting annoyed> Well, it IS my job

MHJ: And you job well

FW: Thank you…..wait, did you say I DO my job well, or I JOB well?

MHJ: What do you think?

FW: Like you are one to talk. Great title defense I didn’t know the Onslaught title became the “beat the clock” title.

MHJ: Hey, I use the rules to my advantage. And beside, who the hell are YOU to say ANYTHING about defending a title. Do you even realize how long its been since you held a title?

FW: Well, I have been……

MHJ: One year. It was a YEAR ago today that you lost the world title to Tytan. ONE. FUCKING. YEAR.

FW: <getting pissed> FINE! So it has been a year. So fucking what? Maybe I should take that Onslaught title from you then?

MHJ: <laughing> Please, right now you couldn’t beat me if you had a month to do it, let alone fifteen minutes.

FW: <getting nose to nose with Moose> Oh you think so huh? Well you know, since I am the Commissioner and all, maybe I should just book that match. Taking that title from you would TOTALLY SPA…..

<before she can finish, Ecosystem steps out of the shadows. Fire visibly tenses up and takes a half a step back. Eco has that same disturbingly calm Michael Myers look on his face, only this time he speaks>

Eco: You really don’t want to do that, do you Lisa?

<Fire tenses up but doesn’t say anything. Eco takes a step closer, and Fire looks like she wants to either flee, or kill him, but does neither>

Eco: Fire, do you know why I chose you?

<Fire says nothing>

Eco: I chose you because, despite your tough exterior, despite the persona you put forth, you are easily manipulated. I knew exactly what buttons to push to get you to do what I wanted

FW: Yeah, well, that didn’t work out so well for you, now did it?

Eco:………I suppose that all depends how you look at it, doesn’t it?

FW: I beat you. You have no control on me

Eco: Maybe. Maybe not. Look at you right now. Fight or flight, it’s the most primitive survival instinct man knows, yet you can do neither. You are rooted right there like a tree. The truth is…..I relinquished control of you

<Fire laughs at this>

Eco: Laugh if you want, but as things went along, I realized that I was not the only one to come to the conclusion that you are easily manipulated. I could use you to my own ends, but in the end, the person really controlling the strings was able to manipulate you far better than I ever could

FW: What are you……

Eco: <smirking> Please Fire. It’s Alex. Of course it is Alex. Look at the facts Lisa. You have been married to Alex just over a year. In the span of a year, you have gone from a rebellious Firebrand World Champion and feared wrestler who did EXACTLY what she wanted, WHEN she wanted and would gut a person for looking at her the wrong way, to what you are now; pathetic subservient handmaiden. You were conveniently assigned the job of Commissioner, which took your focus from being World Champion and put it elsewhere, you have lost the…..forgive the pun Lisa, fire. Right now, you are just another wrestler. Alex has done what so many others could not do, and I give him credit for it, he has broken you Lisa, and he didn’t have to do it in the ring. I am vilified for what I did, but what he has done? FAR exceeds what I have ever done.

<Fire just stares at Eco, then turns to look at Moose>

FW: So this is how it is going to be? You are going to cast your lot with HIM? Moose…….Jackie……what he did to me………

<Moose steps between Fire and Eco and looks Fire dead in the eyes with rage in his eyes>

MHJ: Sometimes decisions hurt don’t they Lisa? Be it the decision to team with someone…….or marry them

<Fire looks at Moose like someone just slapped her across the face, Moose sees the hurt in Fire’s eyes and just laughs>

MHJ: You think this is bad? You haven’t seen anything yet. Trust me

<Moose laughs and Eco just stands there staring at Fire with that off putting calm face. Fire turns and storms back into the building as we fade>

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*Darling Locker Room*

Alex is watching OOWF-TV.

Alexander: *Sighs*

*Fade*

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Firewoman storms away from Moose and Eco, visibly angry and shaken. People scurry out of her way, and then she comes around a corner and sees Lucky. She uncharacteristically tries to dodge him, but Lucky sees her, senses her mood, and does not lot that happen.

L: Fire...I know what--

FW: Shut it. You know nothing.

L: Alex noticed you didn't take your phone with you overnight. He's not happy. And now with--

FW: You know what? FUCK Alex. FUCK Moose, FUCK....just everyone. And FUCK you. Get out of my way.

Lucky starts to intervene again, but he thinks better of it as she storms past him. She turns a corner, and sees something, that gives her a momentary thought. She goes back down the hall and comes to the Closet of Random Weapons. She rummages around until she finds the box labeled "Trusty Rebar." She pulls one out and then goes back to where she was, and walks up to Your New OOWF World Champion Stan "The Crusher" Fulton.

YNOWCS'tC'F: Hey, Commish...great PPV, right?

FW: Yeah.

YNOWCS'tC'F: So, what's up?

FW: You have the World Championship right?

YNOWCS'tC'F: You bet I do.

FW: And, if I'm not mistaken, You also have the DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Championship, right?

YNOWCS'tC'F: Yep. Gnarliest Double Champion eva-

FW: You really should only have one of those.

YNOWCS'tC'F: You want a title shot? You got it. I already promised my post-Eric rematch to Davin, but I'm sure if you talk to Selen--

Crusher is interrupted by the feeling of rebar crashing into the backs of his knees, bringing him to the ground.

FW: That would be the Heavy Metal.

Firewoman grabs him under each arm and hits a snap underhook DDT.

FW: There's the DDT.

She finds a random trash can lid laying around, because they do in wrestling promotions, and brings it down on Crusher's head.

FW: Not quite iron, but it'll do.

She makes the pin, and a referee appears out of nowhere and counts...one...two...THREE.

Your Winner and New DDT Ironperson Heavy Metal Champion...FIREWOMAN!

FW: There...that's better....

Fire continues on her way toward the Darling Luxury Suites.

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Matt Folz and Jaime McAllister are WALKING! down the Hallway of Random Encounters when they run into World Champion Stan Fulton.

MF: Hon, I'll meet you outside, just want to talk to the champ for a second.

She nods and leaves.

MF (Extending hand towards Stan): Congratulations champ, you deserve it.

SF (shaking Matt's hand): Thank you, I appreciate that. And welcome back.

MF: Thank you. Can I buy you a cup of coffee, want to talk business for a second.

SF: Save it Matt. If you want to run around and be a flunky for 2 flashes in the pan, well, it's tragic to watch you waste your talent like that, but it's your decision. As for me, I've told Evans many times that I have absolutely no interest.

MF: I'd hardly call either of them a flash in the pan. Chris is Intercontinental Champion, and JP is two days away from becoming Onslaught Champion. Join us, we'll have all the major singles titles, all the power, we'll be the Horsemen.

SF: Which would make you who exactly? Sid?

MF: .....

SF: (Smirking)

MF: Ok, so it's not a perfect analogy, whatever. The point is, we: You, JP, Chris, Myself, even guys like Honcho, Psykle and Lobo, WE are the future of this company, there's no reason you shouldn't be on board here. Plus, even you would admit that you and I were a damn good team when we trained together.

SF: Until you turned your back on me and joined Darling's group.

MF: I didn't turn my back on you, how many times did I invite you to train with me at the Unforgiven gym? Look, I'm not trying to start old arguements, I'm trying to make logical arguements why you should join the New Guard. We will train together, all watch eachother's bac......

SF (interrupting, patting his world title belt): In case you haven't noticed Matt, I don't NEED anyone watching my back. Look, I understand you making your pitch, hell I did the same thing to you last Sunday, but I'm not interested. End of discussion.

MF (Sighing): That's a damn shame Stan. If you're not with us, you're against us. I'll see you around champ.

Fade

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*On her way to the Darling Luxury Suites, with her newly won DDT Title slung over her shoulder, Firewoman walks past the open door of her office. At the edge of her vision, she glimpses a hooded figure sitting on the chair in front of her desk. She walks past before curiosity wins out and has her returning to the office.*

FW - Can I help you?

*The hooded figure remains silent seated face forward, and back turned to Firewoman. This annoys the commissioner and she decides to walk away before curiosity once again grabs hold of her. Fire returns to her office, walks around and sits at her desk, plopping the DDT belt down in front her. The person's face is hidden under the darkness of the hood, but white dreadlocks extend out from the dark, draping down on the collar of this person's leather coat.*

FW - You're Lucas's brother Jared, correct.

GH - I want the bloody wolf.

FW - Excuse me?

GH - I want the bloody wolf.

FW - You mean El Lobo.

GH - Yes.

FW - Look... I'd love to oblige, but you've caught me at a bad time.

GH - I'll wait.

*Firewoman stares hard trying to catch a glimpse of Ghosthead's face through the darkness of the hood.*

FW - You could be waiting a long time. Surely you would be more comfortable in your own locker room?

GH - I want the bloody wolf. I'll wait.

FW - I don't think you understand...

GH - I am the Ghosthead Killer and I want the bloody wolf. What I understand is that you can make this happen.

FW - I can, but I won't. Not at this time anyway. Schedule an appointment with Lucky and maybe we can discuss it further.

*Ghosthead rises to his feet. Firewoman does the same. For a moment nothing is said as Fire peers into the darkness underneath Ghosthead's hood. Finally, he speaks.*

GH - I'm not my brother. I'm not much for talk. I don't want to discuss it further. I want the bloody wolf in a match... and I will have him... with or without your help.

FW - Good luck with that.

*The air in the room suddenly grows cold. The commissioner feels a chill as she observes white mist billow out from beneath Ghosthead's hood and hang in the air between them. Ghosthead turns and walks out of the office, leaving Firewoman enveloped in the chilled air of the room. She shivers a second, then picks up her title, ready to resume her walk to the luxury suites.*

FW - That was a neat trick.


Fade

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Firewoman comes out of her office and walks right into a axe handle to the skull. She goes down in a heap in the doorway. Standing over her is the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion, The Crusher Stan Fulton.

He leans down and picks up the DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Championship belt and looks like he's about to pin the Commissioner to get the title back.

SF: "Naw."

Fulton drops the belt on top of Firewoman and leans down to whisper in her ear.

SF: "You keep it, Lisa. I've got a better one. But don't ever think you're going to climb back up the roster by using me. Try that rebar shit again and I will put you through a cinder block wall... by shoving pieces of you through the gaps."

Fulton stands up and walks away down the Donovan Viper Memorial Hallway of Random Encounters sponsored by Trojan where he runs into Matt Folz and J-P Sparxx.

JPS: "Well if'n ain't the biggest tomata can in da company. Wasn' you teachin' him once upon a time, Mattz?"

MF: "Once upon a time we were partners."

SF: "A long time ago. Now I'm a World Champion and you two are the lackeys of Chris Evans."

JPS: "I ain't no lackey, fatty. KnowwhatI'msayin'?"

SF: "As Matt has put so succinctly previously, we never know what you're saying."

JPS: "How 'bout I kick yo ass, fat boy?"

MF: "Not now, Sparxx."

SF: "Yeah, that'd be a bad idea."

Fulton holds up his axe handle, which still has a smidge of blood and skin left on it from Moments Ago.

MF: "One of these days, Stan, you're going to regret not joining us."

SF: "The only thing I regret is having to listen to you three make fools of yourselves trying to recruit the one man in this company who has absolutely no use of a stable."

JPS: "And we have no use of your punkass."

SF: "Whatever, P-Js."

JPS: "I's gonna kick yo ass right now, fat boy."

SF: "No you're not. You're going to shut your mouth and follow Matt out of my way before I hand you your teeth in a cup."

Folz pulls Sparxx away back down the hallway.

MF: "Think about it, Stan. We'd be unstoppable."

Fulton just shakes his head as he continues on his way down the hallway and knocks on a door farther down. WWE Legend Kevin Nash opens the door.

KN: "C'mon in, Champ."

Fulton enters as we FADE.

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We see El Lobo leaving the medwing, still ~SEETHING~, when he sees the concerned looks of the rest of D&D. He pauses regaining his composure.

EL Lobo: I am sorry that my past has come back to haunt me at such a poor time.

OBJ: No need to apologize mate, like we said, you are one of us, and we all have skeletons in our closets.

DVD: Yeah, but when we go after Ghosthead, it's more than likely to piss of Stank, and I am not looking forward to that.

Danny throws him a questioning look.

DVD: I said I'm not looking forward to it, not that I won't be a part of it. We have Moose and Eco coming from one side, the New Guard from another, and now Ghosthead with the potential for Stank from a third. Fighting a war on three fronts is never a good proposition.

El Lobo: It's war now?

DVD: If someone has the audacity to cheap shot us, then they damn well better be prepared for a war. It's past time that people around here realized that your new wolf pack has fangs that they are not afraid to use.

The boys seem momentarily taken back by DVD's intensity, before smiling in agreement.

DVD: But for now, let's focus on present business. Lobo, Selena has given you the week off to recover from the black mist. I'm hoping you can rest while watching our back this week?

El Lobo: I believe I can manage that.

DVD: Excellent. Meanwhile, Jack, Danny, you two face Darling and Kai in the ring this week.

Jack and Danny exchange confused looks.

OBJ: Was Aina injured at the PPV?

DVD: Nope, apparently they are making a legit go at trying to take the trios belts from us, and want to try and get more varied teamwork going.

El Lobo: That is not a bad strategy.

OBJ: It's not. Speaking of Darling, he said something after the PPV match that seemed to shake you up big guy, what was it?

Danny waves OBJ off, obviously avoiding the subject.

DVD: Whatever Darling said can wait. Right now we need to get rid of any other distractions we may have, and focus on our matches, before our in ring performance starts to suffer. For now lets head back to the Destroyatorium for a round and some strategy planning.

The boys nod in agreement and begin to head off. The camera momentarily zooms in on Danny, and we see a look on his face that shows deep thought and perhaps confusion?

FADE

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Firewoman comes in to the Darling Luxury Suites, her new shiny title belt over her shoulder, and holding her head. She places it gently on the table. The belt. Not her head.

AD: Oh, finally home?

FW: Yeah, did I miss anything?

AD: You left your phone here.

FW: Yeah, sorry, forgot...

Fire starts to go into the bedroom, but then sees that Alex has Lobo's match on OOWF-TV, and it's paused in the aftermath when Ghosthead comes out of the crowd and uses the Black Mist.

FW: Why are you watching that?

AD: Black mist? That's....

FW: Yeah, I know...it's a...Poe's Disciples thing.

AD: It...bugs me.

FW: *shrug* Yeah, I thought it was Johnny Inagawa when I saw the first video, but turns out we were both wrong.

AD: Yeah, well, while I was watching it I saw this.

Alex holds a DVD up. Fire looks at it, blinks almost imperceptibly.

FW: What's that?

AD: You're out of practice. I can tell by your reaction you know what it is. It's that Trinity DVD.

FW: S...so? Selena said I had to do commentary so--

AD: She did at first, but then when she saw how upset you were, she went to the board and they said it was okay if you didn't.

FW: Oh..yeah, so I must have left it in there, then and--

AD: Watched it when you couldn't sleep?

FW: ....

AD: ....

FW: Well, you seem to have everything figured out, so I'll just be--

Alexander moves to intercept Fire before she can leave, blocking the door to their room.

FW: Really.

AD: Fire...how did you get the DDT belt?

FW: Championship.

AD: *getting angry* Whatever.

FW: I told Crusher he probably shouldn't carry both belts and he...gave it to me.

AD: Try again.

FW: You saw that too....

AD: Yes. Including your little tantrum with Lucky. So...let's see if Fire can be honest about ONE THING today.

FW: Alex. Thanks to an axe handle, I have a wonderful headache. What is your problem?

Fire continues to try and go around him, but he keeps preventing her from making too much progress. She's clearly getting frustrated.

AD: My problem is that my wife is backsliding into old habits.

FW: I just got annoyed is all.

AD: No, you aren't annoyed. You're angry...more angry than you can handle. At Moose, at Eco, at Tytan...and you're taking it out on everyone except them.

Alex finally gets Firewoman cornered. Like literally in the corner of the room. Firewoman's getting angry...

FW: Alex....move.

AD: You can't take it out on Tytan because he's...gone.

FW: Alex...I don't like this....I need .... Selena gave me Psykle...I have to--

AD: And you won't, for whatever reason, confront Moose, even when you had a perfect chance.

FW: Seriously...move.

AD: And as far as Ecosystem goes...you still aren't over it, and you aren't doing what you need to do to get over it.

FW: *talking very quietly and almost dispassionately* Alex. I need you to stop now.

AD: So you're mad at them...angry at them...but you're taking it out on everyone else. It's called "transference"--

FW: Transference? Oh.......either you got a psych degree while I was gone or you've been talking with Dr. Freedman.

AD: Yeah, and he's right. I've been letting you get away with stuff....giving you your space....Stank's right, enabling....but no more, Fire...we're going to talk about this--

FW: That would imply you'd have to shut the fuck up so you can listen.

AD: No more lying. No more keeping things to yourself. You need to tell people what's going on with you and --

FW: What I need, right now, is to GET OUT OF THIS CORNER.

AD: Not until you agree that you're off track.

Alex reaches out to put a hand on her shoulder maybe, but she erupts, slapping it away.

FW: Look, what the fuck do you want from me? So I made a few mistakes....and it's all "Fire's gone off the deep end again." "Fire's a lost cause." Even before then, no one believed I was seriously trying. I go to a stupid family get together at the Morelands, and Davin says I was creepy and off my meds, because I was just holding his daughter, and actually kinda digging being part of something and....

AD: Well, okay, but that's Davin being Dav-

FW: Shut the fuck up. No...you wanted to hear it, here it is. *Fire starts walking him backward as she talks* I haven't had a title for a year. I've been working my ass off as commissioner, only to have little pissants like Psykle and our new world champion question my ability. All the while my brother....my own blood, has decided that the best way to help me is to join forces with the man who started me on this merry psychological roller coaster in the first place. There...are you happy? Or did you want to carve my face again to make your point?

At this point, Firewoman has him backed up almost against the opposite wall. Alex is visibly affected by her reference to the scar on her forehead, but he takes a deep breath.

AD: No, but I am glad that you're talking to me and, while I don't really understand--

FW: No, don't finish that sentence. Just stop there, because you don't. And you never will. Your sisters will never turn on you that way, and you'll never let yourself get controlled like that--

AD: You know my relationship with my parents and brothers is terrible, and they are my blood. But you don't choose blood. You can choose your family, though, and--

FW: And it's back down to that. Fire has to choose.

AD: I've always said I'd never make you choose between us. But you have to see that...hey! Where you are going?

Fire turns to walk away, as she is almost shaking with rage.

FW: I'm so tired of speeches....first Stank, then Poe, now you.

Alexander reaches out to grab her shoulder which is really the wrong thing to do. She wheels around with an elbow that hits his jaw, and then follows up with a left hook, all in one smooth and more or less impulsive reaction moment. Alex falls backward against the wall, holding his jaw.

FW: Dammit, don't DO that!!

Firewoman turns and grabs a lamp and throws it at the wall, with a cry of rage.

FW: See....I told you this isn't me....this wouldn't.....Alex? Are you okay?

AD: Yeah....I'm ....

...Interrupted again, as Alexis comes in, followed by Lucky, who clearly went to get her.

LD: What the FUCK are you doing?

Fire looks at Alex. She looks completely shocked as she kind of realizes what just happened. Then, a change comes over her face, as if she's come to some conclusion. When she speaks it's very quiet and dispassionate, again.

FW: You're right. This can't go on. It's over. It ends now.

Fire turns and walks out the door.

LD: What the hell is going on?

AD: I'll tell you in a minute, just get me some ice.

LD: Is she coming back?

Alex doesn't answer. Lucky heads out the door, after getting the nod from Alex. Lexie goes to the freezer as we FAAAAAAAAAADE.

[BookerShark]

The Flyin' Hawai'ians are in front of the generic promo banner. Kono has the microphone with Aina.

Kono: Aina, this week, you'll be on the sidelines as Kai teams with Alexander Darling. Why is that?

Aina: My arm is still not 100% so Selena gave me another week to recuperate. Plus she finds the contrast between these two teams hilarious.

Kono: Why is that?

Aina: Because on one hand, you have Drink & Destroy. Taylor can't speak and Outback Jack mainly belches. On the other side you have Alex, who is as long winded as they come, and kai, who once he gets talking, never shuts up, as you well know.

Kono: Oh yeah.

Aina: It's good though, because it gives us a chance to strengthen our teamwork with Alex and...

Kai grabs the microphone from Kono and flashes a smile at her, then eyes the camera and raises his eyebrow.

Aina: Here we go.

Kai: Kono, you fine piece of Aloha tail, you want to know why The Kai and Alexander Darling are facing Drink & Destroy? Well, you see, the Kai's brother is a bit banged up and...

Aina: I just said that brah.

Kai: Alexander Darling fits right in. Alex may be a pompous ass and not wearing any pants in his house...if you know what The Kai means...but he has had The Kai and his bruddah's back when no one else in this monkey stand has! Drink & Destroy, you drink, you belch, you send your little monkey boy to whine and complain about how The Kai and his bruddah laid the smackdown on your candy asses about six months ago. You go on and on about never forgetting, blah, blah, blah, The Kai is tired. The Kai and his bruddah tried to make amends for what that star gazing, leg humping, in heat slut wanted us...

Aina: Kai...

Kai: ...to do, but no, you glared. You glared like a bunch of freaking gargoyles dogs take pisses on. Now, you and your masked little buddy got the best of The Kai, his bruddah and Alexander Darling once, but make no mistake. Those belts will be coming to the Islands of Aloha if it's the last thing we do, so Wednesday night, let's dance. The Kai will be dancing, making the ladies scream and cream while you idiots will be flat on your backs counting the lights like sheep that Outback Jack has probably fucked when he got lonely. IF YA SMELLLLL LALALALALALAOW What the Kai...is...surfin'

Kai raises his eyebrow to the camera.

Aina: What the Kai is surfin'? That made no sense?

Kono: There will be no other women, you hear me, Kai?

*fade*

[BookerShark]

LD Williams and Moose are in Moose's locker room talking. The door bursts open. Before LD can react, Fire has almost literally flown in, driving Moosehead Jack back to the far wall with her hand at his throat, pinning him against the wall. Moose smiles, but does try to loosen her grip. It isn't working.

FW: WHAT the FUCK are you DOING?

LD: FIRE!

FW: Get out, LD.

LD: I don't think so.

MHJ: *struggling to breathe* It's okay, LD. I think my little sister has something she'd like to discuss in private.

LD: I will be RIGHT OUTSIDE. Moose....don't say I didn't warn you.

LD leaves, with some hesitation. Fire's glare has not left Moose, who laughs, sort of.

MHJ: Hiya sis. What's on your mind?

FW: You KNOW what this is about. Really, Moose...of all the people you could buddy up with....him?

MHJ: *sarcastically* I have no idea what you're talking about, sis. But if you let go, maybe that might jog my memory.

FW: Aw, am I hurting you?

Fire apparently was not squeezing as hard as she could before, and takes care of that by squeezing harder. Moose's smile does fade just a bit, his eyes bulge a tad and he tries a little harder to get her hand off his throat. Finally, she releases a bit and Moose pushes her off, rubbing his throat.

MHJ: Damn....

FW: How ....How could you....Him? HIM?

MHJ: OOOOooohhh....Junichiro Muyo. It's poetic isn't it? Two of the original OOWF gang, finally resolving their differences and teaming up....

FW: You don't even care, do you.

MHJ: Care about what, sister dear?

FW: He...Moose, he manipulated Tytan into...and then...what he did to me? What he made me do? Does that mean nothing to you?

MHJ: I believe I still have a few scars from being used as a pinata.

FW: So that's it. Getting even with me for that. Fine. We're even. Now end this.

MHJ: Ha! Not a chance, sis.

FW: He's NOT the same Ecosystem you knew, Moose. You may think you're in control here, but you're not.

MHJ: Really? Concerned for my well being? You actually expect me to believe that shit?

FW: What? Yes, of course I am!

MHJ: No you aren't. You're mad at me. Just admit it. You've got the entire OOWF eating out of your hands. They'll go running with you, they check up on you, they get all concerned about your well-being....the only thing missing? Your long suffering brother, who you only care about when he's not jumping to your beck and call.

FW: You can't be serious....

MHJ: I am DEADLY. serious. I've said it before. I'll keep saying it. You get yourself in ridiculous STUPID situations, and then expect someone, usually ME, to get you out of it. And when I don't do it quickly enough--

FW: Eco should be laying in a pool of blood at your feet for what he did to me.

MHJ: No, he should be laying in a pool of blood at YOUR FEET. As it stands, you can barely say his name. You disappoint me.

Fire looks at him like he just shot her penguin. Moose smiles, and continues...talking softer.

MHJ: I know you can still hear, Him, Lis.....He doesn't go away...you might be ignoring Him now, but he's still there...when you're ready.

FW: Shut up. This isn't about that....

MHJ: Yes, it most certainly and clearly is. You keep denying it, but there's part of you that when you close your eyes, you see Ecosystem, pale and lifeless...I know you still have the bone cutter your Japanese friends gave you to cut off his finger.

FW: ...

MHJ: ...

FW: So what if I do?

MHJ: You should go with it for a change. Quit trying to be someone you're not.

Fire appears to be considering it. Moose smiles.

FW: No. Not again. Not EVER again.

MHJ: Fine...whatever, then get out.

FW: No....I ... have to say this....look, with Poe and I...I guess I could understand, and even accept your friendship because....well, you were friends with him before I was stabbed so.....fine, I've moved past it.

MHJ: Really.

FW: Mostly. But this, Moose....*Fire appears to get choked up* Moose...I can't forgive this. It's too much.

MHJ: Is it now. And why is that?

Now it is Moose's turn to be getting angry, but Fire doesn't seem to notice.

FW: Moose....he ... I mean, he essentially kidnapped me. He took me away from you all against my will. He ... tortured me....he--

MHJ: Really.

FW: Yes! And you choose him? Over me? Your own sister?

Moose lets out what can only be called a growl and turns to a nearby table flipping it over. Firewoman, uncharacteristically, jumps.

FW: What the FUCK?

MHJ: Gee, you got kidnapped and tortured? Why does that sound familiar....OH YEAH!!!!

Moose rips his shirt open, revealing the scar that Alexander Darling gave him.

MHJ: Remember this? And you did what about it? Oh, yeah...NOTHING.

FW: *tearing up* We didn't want people to know we were related! I couldn't...

Her words are cut off as Moose rips the bandana off her forehead, grabs her by the hair on the back of her head and shoves her roughly toward the mirror. He holds the hair on the back of head with one hand, and moves her bangs out of the way so she has no choice but to look at the scars on her forehead left by Alexander Darling.

MHJ: Not just me...he kidnaps YOU! Carves up YOUR FACE! How do you think that FELT? WHAT DO YOU THINK THAT DID TO ME? TO WATCH
THAT? And yet...you don't just team with him...you MARRY HIM.

FW: It was...we were drunk...we--

MHJ: Yeah? You been drunk for over a year now? No, you STAYED married to him...and you have THE GALL to say I am betraying YOU?

Moose smashes her face into the mirror, shattering it, and then pushes her aside. Fire grabs her head and face as she stands. Moose throws her bandana at her in disgust.

FW: You....you're right....I hadn't thought about it like....Oh...Jackie, I'm sorry...I'm so sorry....I just....

MHJ: Save it. There's only one way to fix it, and you know what it is. When you're ready to do it, come find me. Until then....

Firewoman stands up, grabs the bandana....and regains her composure. Blood from her forehead where it hit the glass runs down the side of her face.

MHJ: What.

FW: Not going to happen, Moose.

MHJ: Huh?

FW: We're done. What I did was maybe wrong, but that doesn't make this right. Rose and Sean will be upset, but I don't care...I don't want you at Thanksgiving.

Moose busts out laughing.

MHJ: Like I was going...

FW: I wouldn't put it past you to come anyway, just to disrupt things. But I'm telling you right now, you aren't invited, and if you do show up, I'll get rid
of you myself. You wanna live with anger and violence and rage.... fine. You'll do it on your own.

MHJ: Yep...just me and Ecosystem.

FW: *bristling a bit* Yeah...enjoy that while it lasts. When it all turns around on you....and it will..you might need someone. But it's not going to be me. We're done.

MHJ: Fine by me, sis.

Moose starts to advance on where Fire is standing, so Fire lets loose with a right cross. She catches Moose by surprise, and he drops. She gives him a few kicks.

FW: Don't call me that again. Ever.

Firewoman adjusts her hair a bit, and walks out. Moose gets up, rubbing his jaw. He sits in a chair and lights a cigar, smiling as he appears to be listening to something.

[BookerShark]

*Davin Moreland walks into the Darling Luxury Suites. Alexis is tending to the bruised and beaten Alexander*

LD: Hey Partner.

DM: Hey.

AD: What the fuck do you want?

DM: Fulfilling my obligation.

*As he says that, he pulls out 2 rolls of pennies, and hands them to Alexander*

AD: What, you don't have any bills?

DM: Psh. You just got the shit kicked out of you by your wife. You're lucky I don't write you a post-dated check.

*He leaves Alex fuming as we fade*

[BookerShark]

<Moose is sitting there smoking his cigar when LD walks back in and surveys the situation>

LD: That went well

MHJ: No one died

LD: It will never be the same

MHJ: Doesn't matter. We are going to........

<LD just stands up and looks at Moose>

MHJ: What?

<LD walks over and closes the door, of course, an INC remains>

LD: Moose, we've run together for a long time. I have been accused of being your lackey, but I always believed you never considered me that

MHJ: Not for a second. I have said it before we.....

LD: Let me finish. I have sat back and watched you do some things........some things that I could not believe I was seeing. As kz........we balanced each other. You brought the crazy, I brought the sane, and it just worked. With you and Eco...........there is no balance Moose

MHJ: That's where YOU come in. You see its just like.......

LD: no

MHJ: What?

LD: no.

MHJ: The hell you mean no?

LD: Moose I have had your back for years. And, if I was the ONLY person you could turn to, I still would. But I can not back you now. I can not be part of whatever it is you and Eco have planned. I just can't

MHJ: You will be missing out on the fun then. We can get Stank.....

LD: No Moose, Stank is not going to be there either. You know he is not going to want anything at all to do with Eco. Face it, you do this, you are on an island, you are on your own

MHJ: <thinking for a minute> Is that right? Well then, I guess its just us against the world then, isn't it. I like our odds.

<LD just stands up and looks at Moose, he heads to the door, then stops and looks at Moose again>

LD: Why are you doing this?

MHJ: <looking genuinely shocked that LD asked this> Why? Why? Because He said so

<LD just shakes his head and walks out the door and we fade to black>

[BookerShark]

A Stan Fulton turns to head down the hallway of Random Encounters, he nearly walks into someone standing at a bend in the hall. Bedecked in familiar blue, the ninja cameraman follows around to see a thinner and a bit bedraggled Ravenna Blue.

RB: Congratulations Stan.

SF: You come all the way here for that?

RB: Not entirely. I've been keeping track and...I know we were close to joining up before I split. She pauses, rather uncomfortably before starting again. But...I just couldn't take it. The death...or what I thought was death. The blood the lies. It was seriously too much.

SF: I'm not judging you here.

RB: Look, you know Sparxx and Folz are good. But...they're not right for you.

SF: Then who is?

RB: I still think we’d make a wicked duo.

SF: Are you not still rolling around on the mats with Tara?

RB: Watch it...I’d far rather wrestle with her than do bar tours or photo shoots with the other pinups.

SF: But, you’ve signed…you’re with TNA.

RB: You know that is mostly a glamour gig. And I’m not going to lie…I feel like a sellout. There's so little wrestling for a woman. And I will never get any kind of title shot there. For crying out loud have you seen who we've brought on? Ronnie from Jersey Shore...like...seriously.

SF: …

RB: I came to OOWF to wrestle. It’s in my blood. But I didn’t want to end up like Crete, though he’s a sweet guy. I had to get the hell out of this nuthouse before I was swallowed up in it. I wanted to take you with me…but look at you.

Rav admires the belt over his shoulder.

RB: I really am proud of you Stan. If anyone here deserves that title, it’s you. And if you ever decide to take me up on the offer…I will even she sighs heavily talk with Selena. Either way man, you fought hard and I’m thrilled for you.

Rav turns and starts to walk the direction Fulton just came from.

[BookerShark]

FADE in on the office of OOWF General Manager Selena al’Takriti. There’s a knock on the door.

SaT: “Seriously? Who knocks? Come in!”

The door opens and the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton walks through the doorway, closes the door and has a seat facing the GM. He lays the championship belt on the desk.

SF: “Madam General Manager.”

SaT: “Champ. Congratulations.”

Fulton nods once.

SaT: “I see from OOWF-TV that you were just talking with Ravenna Blue.”

SF: “She’s an old friend. There was talk of us forming a tag team. Sort of a beauty and the beast thing. It’s still a good possibility. Anyway, Martha said you wanted to discuss something.”

SaT: “As champion, there are certain obligations you are required to fulfill. Photo shoots, press conferences, et cetera.”

SF: “That’s fine. Just schedule everything through Martha. She’ll make sure I’ll be where you need me.”

SaT: “Excellent. Some prior champions have had issues with that.”

SF: “I mean to be champion for a very, very long time, Mrs. Al-Takriti. I aim to make this a smooth transition to a new age for the OOWF. Out with the old, as it were.”

SaT: “That sounds like the New Guard talking.”

SF: “The New Guard. Ha! Two career mid-carders led by a lucky, upstart talentless hack.”

SaT: “That talentless hack, as you call him, is the Intercontinental Champion, and if you recall what you continued to say when you held that title, he’s the number one contender to your championship.”

SF: “When I was Intercontinental Champion, it meant something. Most of our fans, and most of the roster to be honest, couldn’t name the Intercontinental Champion if they tried. Number one contender. I don’t believe so. They’re pathetic. Constantly begging me to join them; to give their little club some legitimacy by having the World Champion be a part.”

SaT: “Be that as it may...”

SF: “You know, you’ve changed.”

SaT: “Wha? What do you mean?”

SF: “When you took this job, a lot of us were hesitant about it. You were a young, inexperienced little girl who got the job because of her famous husband. Not unlike our current Commissioner.”

SaT: (a tad frostily) “Yes, you were saying?”

SF: “You’ve truly excelled as our General Manager. I am impressed and must say it’s a pleasure working with you.”

SaT: (much warmer) “Thank you, Stan. I think I’ll enjoy working with you as Champion.”

SF: “And thank you. I have something for you. May I?”

SaT: “By all means.”

Fulton gets up, goes to the door and take a package from someone standing in the hallway. He places this on the desk in front of Selena.

SaT: “It’s not going to explode is it?”

Fulton laughs a little.

SF: “No, Selena. May I call you Selena?”

SaT: “Sure. Why not?”

SF: “Open it.”

Selena opens the box to find a box of Noka Chocolate, two Vinum-Extreme Cabernet/Merlot Glasses and a bottle of Beaulieu Vineyard 2006 Private Reserve Georges de Latour Cabernet.

SaT: “Squeeeeeee! Chocolate!”

SF: “I take it you like it. Please enjoy, but I’d suggest you hold onto the cabernet until Omar is in town.”

SaT: “Thank you, Stan. This is very nice. Some might think this is a bribe.”

SF: “Let them think what they want. I haven’t asked for anything but a title shot and you gave it to me. This is a thank you for letting me prove to the locker room and the world that I am the best in this company at this time.”

SaT: “You’re welcome.”

SF: “If that’s all, I should be going. I have a contract-required rematch tomorrow night right here in Valhalla Centre, Alberta, Canada (cheap pop).”

SaT: (happily nibbling on a chocolate) “No, I think that’s all for now. Thanks again for the gift.”

SF: “Thank you for the opportunity.”

Fulton gets up and leaves, closing the door behind him. Standing there is Chuckles the Clown.

CtC: “Juh juh juh juh.”

Fulton nails the weirdo clown up side the head with the OOWF World Heavyweight Championship and the clown drops like a sack of potatoes. A weird sack of potatoes.

SF: “I can't believe I’m working in this shithole.”

FADE

[BookerShark]

*General Manager's Office*

Selena is enjoying her chocolate while going over some paperwork when there is a knock on her door.

Selena: See who it is Chuckles.

Chuckles looks through the peephole in the door.

Chuckles: Juh ju juhjujuh.

Selena: Come on in Alex.

Alexander: Hey Selena, can I have a seat?

Selena nods and Alex pulls out a chair.

How are things?

Selena: Shouldn't I be asking you that? I know things have been, well, you know. Maybe Omar and I can do some coun...

Alexander: I think we'll be okay. But thanks. I'm actually here to talk to you about a couple of other things.

Selena: So, a business discussion. Let's do it.

Alexander: First, I know it's taken you a while to get the support of the majority of the roster and I'm happy you've proven yourself like I knew you could.

Selena: I appreciate that just like I appreciated you putting my name into the short list of options for this position. But it's still going to let me favor you at all if that's what you're looking for.

Alexander: Not at all, but I did think we had become friends and friends tell each other things Selena.

Selena: And what was I supposed to tell you?

Alexander: The facts played out differently, but if you knew someone like Ghosthead...someone who was capable of what he did Sunday was coming here...after my history with the black mist, I...you know what that brings up for me.

Selena: Look Alex, I do like to think we've become friends after everything that's happened between yourself and Omar but that doesn't mean I know everything about what happened between you two, especially before I showed up. There are some things Omar won't discuss with me and I accept that and the truth is a lot of that relates to you and what happened in Japan. So, two things. First, I didn't know Ghosthead was capable of learning the black mist, and secondly, even if I did, I had no idea what it meant to you so you can't blame me...

Alexander: I'm not. It's just with everything else going on...Part of my past coming back to haunt me isn't what I wanted or needed right now. I've been off my game for a while again and I seem to be having a tough time getting my footing.

Selena: Maybe you should take some time...

Alexander: That's unnecessary. I've made promises to people that I wouldn't be going anywhere. Kai and Aina deserve my full focus and that's what they're going to get. But I think I need to work on some stuff in addition to the teaming with them. I want you to put me on more house shows. Get me more ring time.

Selena: I'm not going to say no to that. Fans will love having a former world champ on those shows but you've got to make sure it doesn't burn you out. I can't afford to lose you from our main shows.

Alexander: You won't. And thanks for taking the time to talk with me.

Selena: Not a problem. You should call Omar though.

Alexander: What, why?

Selena: Just do it.

Alexander: Um, if you say so.

Selena: Can you do me a favor when you leave...it's been a while since anyone attacked Chuckles and he seems to be getting complacent.

Alexander nods as he gets up from his chair and charges at Chuckles.

Chuckles: Juju NOOOOOOO.

CRUCIFIX BOMB.

Selena: YAY!

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

Outside the arena, the training trailers for Psykle have just pulled up and gotten connected to the power plant. Apparently, IQ has followed through on his word, and worked directly with the owners of the arena, as when OOWF security comes over to tell IQ's people that they can't hook up, the arena's maintenance crew is right there with a work order from the owner telling them to hook it up regardless of what the OOWF personnel tell them. A red original issue Lamborghini Diablo SVT pulls up to the trailer, followed by Psykle on his custom black and red Harley Davidson. IQ steps out of the Diablo, as Psykle dismounts his bike and the two of them approach the trailers.

IQ: I told you.

Psykle: Yea, yea.

IQ: The Lamborghini will beat the Harley every damn time.

Psykle: You're right.

IQ: It also helped you get your mind off things didn't it?

Psykle: It was a pretty long drive from the facility, though.

IQ: It was, but it's kept you focused and clear. Now I can tell you who you have this week.

Psykle: I don't care. Moose pulled his run around the ring plan to hold on to the belt, now I'm probably back at the end of the line. I need to settle that issue. I also need to settle the issue with The New Guard and them thinking they can interfere wherever and whenever they want. Maybe I'll see if Lobo wants to team up and take them out...

IQ: Nah, Lobo's got bigger issues to deal with, and frankly, you don't need to worry about The New Guard either. You've got something bigger this week.

Psykle: If it isn't something to get me back on track for the Onslaught title, I don't care.

IQ: Oh, I think you'll care once I tell you who you are facing.

Psykle: Doubt it.

IQ: It's her.

Psykle: Her? "Her" her?

IQ: Yup.

Psykle: You're kidding.

IQ: Nope.

Psykle: One on one?

IQ: Yup.

Psykle: No way. She's finally getting in the ring with me?

IQ: Seems like. There's just one thing I think you need to know.

Psykle: What's that?

IQ: She's completely off her rocker.

Psykle: That's nothing new.

IQ: No, I mean it. Completely. She's attacked her brother and her husband this week.

Psykle: Heh, good.

IQ: I have a little something I want you to do in the match. I think it'll help her get her head on straight.

Psykle: What's that?

IQ: Piledriver. Top rope variation preferably.

Psykle: That'll help her get her head on straight?

IQ: I think so. After all, when you pulled her up for the piledriver last time, what did she do?

Psykle: Low-blowed me to get disqualified.

IQ: Wouldn't you like to finish what you started?

Psykle: Yea. Yes I would.

IQ: So hit it.

Psykle: Heh. Sounds like fun.

Psykle walks in to the training trailer to get started training.

IQ: That should fix the bitch.

IQ laughs menacingly as we fade to black.

[BookerShark]

~~~ A Randomly Numbered Sexy Female Journalist catches up with Chad Madison, who is sitting alone in Ric's Sandwich Shoppe having lunch (A Number 9 Steak and Cheese and a 1-liter Aquafuna) ~~~

RNSFJ: Chad Madison, this week you face your Run DLP teammate Davin Moreland, who you are having problems with. Any thoughts?

Chad: You look new. Let me correct you. Chad Madison is NOT facing Davin Moreland. The Texpress are defending the OOWF World Tag Team Championships against Nothing Happened.

As for the "problems" I'm having with Davin. Go ask him. All I want to do is focus on is the match. He's been more than happy to run his mouth about me lately.

~~~ Chad turns and walks away ~~~

RNSFJ: I... I didn't even get his number... Damn

[BookerShark]

*SFJ#47 approaches L.D. Williams just after he leaves Moosehead Jack’s locker room. He stops, but she hesitates.**

SGJ#47: “This probably isn’t a good time to ask you about your match this week…”

LDW: “Actually, you know what? This is the perfect time. “

**Williams takes a deep breath and composes himself.**

LDW: “I was going to take the high road here, Chris. I was going to say I may not agree with the stand you’re taken, but I admire your resolve. I was going to offer you a clean match - a chance to tear the house down and show the world that you are as good as you say you are…

Screw it. Screw the high road and screw you. You and your boys talk about glass ceiling and being held down. You whine and you cry because everything isn’t handed to you. You want a revolution? Here’s a revolutionary idea - Earn. It..

You can start at mayhem. It’s a simple choice. Walk to the ring on your own two feet and wrestle. Win the fucking match. Beat me, one-on one. Prove you’re better.

Or, if you prefer, bring the poser and the wannabe with you. Bring any other little surprises you can dredge up.

Now normally I’d say the choice is yours, but this time I kinda have a preference…

Choose B.

Have your boys interfere in the match. Get them to protect your title for you. Make it a beat down. Try to end my career. The last vestiges of the Five just died. No friends. No allies. Just Me. A perfect target. Show us what the New Guard is all about.

…Give me an excuse.

Ask Bryce what it’s like wrestling me in this kind of mood…better yet, ask Antoine Cutter.”

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