OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (11/16) Live! From Quinhagak,

[BookerShark]

OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Quinhagak, Alaska

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

OOWF World Tag Team Title Match[/u]
Texpress vs. The Flyin Hawaiians

Non-Title Match[/u]
Stan Fulton vs. Danny Taylor vs. Alexander Darling

Rabbit Mask vs. Ricky Soaring Eagle
El Lobo Sangriento vs. Ghosthead
The Saints of Sinners vs. Matt Folz & J-P Sparxx
Davin Moreland vs. Eric O'Mac
Honcho Williams vs. Outback Jack
Firewoman vs. Psykle
Stank vs. Attitude Adjuster

card subject to Wrath of God

[BookerShark]

The ring is torn down and packed away and Fire is freshly showered after her victory over Psykle.

Well, well, well...looks like I've gotten over that whole top-rope pile driver phobia I had going. Of course if you remember from last week, musclehead, I was over it then. Why you went back to that, I have no idea. It didn't work last week. It didn't work this week. It's not going to work again. Ever.

Wait, I know why you did it. Because your manager told you to. You may want to stop and think about that. Not that he'll let you see this.

That's right, "Genius," I am on to you. Yes I used air quotes. Because you're not as smart as you think you are. I warned you. I told you, if I get the faintest hint of a notion that you are playing mind games with anyone, even Psykle...if you're trying to control him....if you're doing anything....I will end you. I have been there, done that, and I'm still working through it. I've got a lot of rage still inside me, and I'll be more than happy to take it out on you.

I made a promise. It's not happening again. Not here. Not while I'm commissioner. Not while I'm on contract as a performer. Not while I'm alive. Make your choice now on how you want to proceed. But remember...it's all on you. Your decision. I hope you make the right one, but either way, it'll sparkle with me.

Fire leaves and gets into the limo to head to the airport.

[BookerShark]

CUT to a ice fishing shack somewhere in the Yukon Territory. Wetting a line is OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton. The only reason we see him as this INC has a night vision attachment on his camera. It’s still pitch black outside.

“Davin, you know I didn’t want our match to end that way. But to be honest, it’s for the best. If our match would have continued on I’d have defeated you cleanly and you’d be just another statistic in my World Championship reign.

“Now you can at least say you only lost via interference. Safer for your career. I wish you luck Wednesday against Eric, though you don’t need it.

“After I get done here I’ll meet you in Quinhagak and buy you a beer. That is assuming we can get to Quinhagak. Storm of historic intensity I’ve read. Makes me homesick.

“There’s something to be said for driving yourself in a good SUV rather than having limousines and private jets take you around. I’m guessing one of my opponents next week understands that. And one never will.

“Danny Taylor. You and I are hell bent on brining the house down in just over two weeks. Everyone seems to think you’ve made a mistake announcing in advance that you’re cashing in your title shot. I think it’s an advantage. If you win, and let’s be honest that’s a big if. You’ve been a tag team wrestler for a long time and your singles matches are few and far between.

“If you win, you can say you defeated the World Heavyweight Champion at his best. Unlike some promotions who now have a champ who everyone thinks is a foreign weenie.

“Danny, I have all kinds of respect for the way you conduct yourself, in and out of the ring. Now, having said that, don’t believe for a minute that I won’t do anything and everything to hold onto this title. But I certainly would not go to the extreme like I’ll do against our mutual opponent.

“Alex Darling. The faciest face that ever faced. Which is entirely bullshit of course. You like to say that you’re Alexander Darling and we’re not. Well let’s all thank whatever deities or rocks or voices in our heads to which we worship that your statement is completely true. I can do without being a total pussy-whipped douchenozzle. I think there’s plenty of other talent backstage who’ll agree with me.

“Sure you have your fans and you held this title three times, the first you lost to your now current wife, the second you held for about two minutes and the third you only won because it was a three way dance. I’d say your first reign was your strongest, but none of them had the gravitas that you claim.

“Now me? I defeated Eric O’Mac for the title. Some would say that a man who held the title for three days the first time and only a month for the second wasn’t a tough opponent, and frankly I’d agree. I beat Eric twice at Doomy Doomy Doom Doom and that was even with Attitude Adjuster helping him out. You could say I defeated two opponents twice that night. I defended against them both again and then yesterday I beat the self-proclaimed Greatest of All Time, Davin Moreland.

“And that’s just in the first ten days. I said when I first arrived here in the OOWF that it was time for the greats of the past to step aside. I was never a dick about it like Chris Evans is being now, but let’s face facts, Alex. Just like Davin, your time is over. Don’t be a Triple H and stay long past your usefulness. Retire, go back to Mommy and Daddy’s money, take your wife-slash-boss and ride off into the sunset. Danny and I can take it from here.”

At these words, Fulton’s fishing line gives a jerk and the fishing rod starts to bend.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to spend a few more hours before daylight relaxing and then it’s on to Quinhagak, Alaska. A town of 555 people where the economy is based on commercial fishing. Which means most of the town won’t be in town during our event.”

Fulton sighs.

“I can't believe we're going to be working in that shithole.”

FADE

[BookerShark]

*A large man wearing an oversized, goose parka, walks in from out of the snowy weather. He stamps packed snow off his boots and walks over to the bar. There are about twenty natives seated inside, conversing about the morning's comings and goings, the effect the weather will have on their proceedings, an incident at the fishing dock from last week, and the large group of out of towners doing professional wrestling events in the coming days with their main show happening on Wednesday. Almost everyone in the room had watched the man as he made his way to the bar. Now most of the folks returned to their breakfast conversations and newspaper reading after the man seats himself.

A small monitor is mounted up in the corner of the cafeteria broadcasting cable news. The large man pulls down the furry hood of his coat. He lifts the goggles from his ski mask and orders a large coffee. As the attendant pours him a cup, the man scans the room and spots Firewoman sitting alone in the back corner of the room, a steaming cup of coffee sitting on her table as she reads what appears to be work related documents. The attendant hands the large man his coffee and accepts no payment.*

Attendant - Coffee's free.

LM - That's nice. Thank you.

Attendant - You're one of them wrestlers, aint you?

LM - Yup.

Attendant - Want any breakfast?

LM - Maybe later. Thanks again for the coffee.

Attendant - Don't mention it.

*The large man takes his coffee and walks over to Firewoman's table. He sets the coffee down and takes a seat directly across from the commissioner. Firewoman looks up annoyed then a smile forms slowly on her face as the large man removes his gloves, and ski mask revealing Stank.*

Stank - To quote our World Champion, I can't believe they got us working in this shithole.

*One of the natives looks up from his newspaper and stares at Stank.*

Stank - Sorry. No offense.

*As the native looks back down at his paper in annoyance, Firewoman hops out of her seat and jumps onto Stank's lap giving him a big hug. Stank returns the hug with one arm, and reaches out to prevent his coffee from spilling with the other.*

Stank - I'm still mad at you.

FW - No you're not.

*Stank smiles as Firewoman rises to her feet, then returns to her seat.*

Stank - You ready for our run?

FW - You're kidding, right? You see the weather?

Stank - Yeah it's like the Wrath of God out there.

FW - Mmm Hmm. We already have to change the lineup of tonight's house show, because a third of our scheduled job squad hasn't made it in, yet. I'm surprised you got in.

Stank - Wasn't easy. We took a sled in from the airport.

FW - A dog sled?

Stank - Nah no no no... one of those truck tread hybrid bad boys. Eskimo named Pukiq drove us out here. He calls his truck a sled.

FW - I don't think the people around here like to be called Eskimos.

Stank - Yeah they do. Pukiq told me they prefer it. Just don't call them Inuit. They're not Inuit.

FW - You said we.

Stank - Huh?

FW - You said "we" got a ride from the airport. Who's we?

Stank - Oh. Me and Shannon. You remember Shannon.

FW - Yes. She's your brother's wife, right?

Stank - Yeah. Did you know he had signed with the OOWF before he got here?

FW - No. Selena kept that a secret.

Stank - You seen Jared around? Shannon is looking for him over at that building where the ring is being set up.

FW - I haven't seen your brother. We almost never do until he promos. The ninja cams are the only ones good at finding him.

Stank - Hmmph.

FW - What's his... deal... anyway?

Stank - You mean the makeup and the white hair?

FW - No that I've seen before... I mean... he's not like you.

Stank - Ours is a childhood that is probably as storied as yours and Moose.

*Firewoman disposition visibly sours at the mention of her brother.*

Stank - You two need to stop it.

FW - It's not ME that's the problem.

Stank -

FW - It's NOT!

Stank - I'm not saying anything.

FW - You don't HAVE to. I KNOW that look.

Stank - What look?

FW - That "You don't know what you're talking about." look.

Stank - I wasn't aware I was doing that.

FW -

Stank - Oh so that's what that look looks like.

FW - I don't want to talk about... him.

Stank - HIM him... or him?

FW - Huh?

Stank -

FW - I'm talking about my pigheaded... blood relative.

Stank - You can't even say he's your brother?

FW - His choice. Not mine.

Stank - Oh really?

FW - See? There you go.

Stank - Look I'm not saying I agree with EVERYTHING Moose has said to you-

FW - Uh huh.

Stank - But he has... a point.

FW - Yeah and he STABBED me in the heart with it.

Stank -

FW - Ironic, huh?

Stank - You're a Quinn, Lisa.

FW - Alright. It's nice seeing you again.

Stank - Wait woman.

FW - I have work to do.

*Firewoman gathers her stuff. Stank reaches over and gently wraps his hand around her wrist, stopping Firewoman short, a dangerous move for most men, and had Stank been almost any other person he would find himself knocked on his ass, possibly with a broken jaw. Firewoman, however, resists her impulse to do harm and simply glares at Stank.*

FW - What!

Stank - I'm not your enemy.

*Stank releases her wrist.*

Stank - I just want to say one more thing about this and then I'm done talking to you about it... until you want to.

*Firewoman stares a moment or two more then visibly relaxes, leaning back in her seat.*

Stank - *sigh* I'm no psychologist. Lord knows I have my own issues, but if I might be so bold as to suggest, that this change you seek for yourself... it will never come by ignoring who you are.

FW - What the Hells does THAT mean?

Stank - It means you're killing yourself trying to be a Darling.

FW - Oh... here we go.

Stank - No listen... It's not like that. I accept that you're married to the motherfucker. I might not like it, but... not my fucking business. To each their own, whatever. What I mean is... you're a Quinn. NOTHING will change that. I don't give a damn what Moose says... the you that he sees is all surface. It's window dressing. It's the costume you put on in order to appease the Darling mindset. You want to change, but all you're doing is changing your costume, tayloring it to hide the Quinn underneath.

FW - You have NO idea what your're talking about. You have NO idea what it means to be a Quinn... NONE!

Stank - That's true. But I'm a pretty good judge of character. I'm pretty good a seeing what lies beneath. I know why you don't want to acknowledge your heritage... because you think it means you have to be a slave to HIM... you know who I'm talking about. When Moose told me who HE was... it explained a lot. Why do you think HE talks to you and Moose, or your Dad, and all of his line? What is it about Quinn's that attracts HIM?

*Firewoman doesn't speak. She looks down at her cooling cup of coffee rolling the question over in her head.*

Stank - You've never thought about that have you?

FW -

Stank - I think your brother... is in too deep to even contemplate the question. But not you. I tell you, I've given it some thought and I have my own theories on the matter which I can share with you, but not now. All I ask is you think about that... because the answer to that question is where you'll begin to find the change you should be looking for. Hell... it may even accomodate your marriage. Who the fuck knows? This is really NOT a tangent I wanted to explore this morning, woman... I swear to God I didn't come in here looking to antagonize you.

FW - *sigh*

Stank - Look I'm sorry. Let's start over.

FW - Okay.

*Stank throws his hands up with a great big smile.*

Stank - Sup bitch?

FW - Oh nothin. Just relaxing, getting a little commissionery work done. What's up with you, homeboy?

Stank - Hom- yeah let's not do that.

FW - What, I thought we were doing a thing?

Stank - Yeah I was but-

FW - -cause you called me a bitch... soooo I figured I'd play along.

Stank - No no I get it that's my bad...

FW - Now it's just awkward....

Stank - Sorry. Let's... start again.

FW - Okay... ... I've missed our runs.

*The big man crosses his arms.*

Stank - Hmmph.

FW - What now?

Stank - I see you've been two timing me with Chad, and LD, and anyone else you can find.

FW - Nobody asked you to get suspended.

Stank - SOMEbody did otherwise I wouldn't have been.

FW - Wasn't me.

Stank - Oh so you're going to put that all on Selena?

FW - No I'm going to put all that on YOU. You dragged a fan into the ring and damn near killed him.

Stank - Well... when you put it like THAT...?

Fade

[BookerShark]

*Davin is repeatedly throwing Mickie in the air. Samantha is also present. Mickie seems to be having a grand old time. Sam doesn't appear to be having as good a time.*

SM: Will you stop doing that?

DM: Why? *he tosses Mickie in the air, who thinks it's hilarious*

SM: It's DANGEROUS!

DM: Your face is dangerous. *toss*

SM: Be that as it may, please stop throwing my child in the air.

DM: But she loves it.

MM: *baby giggling*

SM: If she loved being thrown off the Sagamore Bridge, would you do that too?

DM: *stops throwing Mickie for a second and holds on, talking directly to her* Do you want to get thrown off the Sagamore Bridge?

MM: GA!

DM: Huh. I guess I would then.

SM: You're an idiot.

DM: No. I'm a good parent. You're just a mean, old Grinch.

SM: So that's how this is gonna go?

DM: Isn't it how it normally goes? I'm good cop, you're bad cop?

SM: No! I hate cops!

DM: Camera.

SM: *sigh* I have nothing but the utmost respect for our men and women in blue - the ones who protect us when no one else will heed the call. Thank you to all the police officers; and all first responders, for keeping the rest of us all safe.

DM: You've got that memorized now.

SM: Well, I forget about cameras a lot. Now give me my child.

*Davin hands Mickie to Samantha, willingly. Mickie starts crying and throwing a fit.*

SM: Great. *She tries everything, rocking, feeding, whatever. Nothing is stopping the baby cry. If you've heard prolonged baby cry, you'd know just how obnoxious this really is. Exasperated, Samantha holds Mickie out to Davin. Davin takes her and Mickie immediately stops crying, much to the frustration of her mother*

DM: Wanna watch some tape, Mickie?

MM: GA!

SM: Oh, fuck you both.

*Sam leaves, Shawn comes in as Davin is breaking down some Eric O'Mac tape for her*

DM: See this? Eric can't go to his left very well. Too right-hand dominant.

MM: *nonsense syllables. Loud, but still nonsense*

OGMSJ: Hey Davin.

DM: Shawny J. What's up?

OGMSJ: Not much. Stan had some things to say. Said he would have beaten you anyway without the interference.

DM: Uh huh.

OGMSJ: Saved you the embarrassment of losing clean.

DM: Uh huh.

OGMSJ: Said he'd buy you a beer.

DM: Good. Then he can also demand to our fearless leaders that because Davin got the Ol' Screwjob; that Davin should get an immediate rematch. This time in a cage, to prevent outside interference. You know, since Stan clearly had nothing to do with it. At all. Nothing. Clearly, he wasn't in cahoots with Eric. Because Eric and AA just randomly attacked me for no reason. You know, because Eric does that all the time. So why would anyone think Stan would have anything to do with it.

DM: Stan, if you really had nothing to do with it, demand the rematch. If you don't, then I know what really happened. That puts you on a list that you don't want to be on. Bank that.

OGMSJ: Seriously. Are we supposed to be that stupid? Stan had NO IDEA why Eric was out there. Just like JoePa had NO IDEA that Sandusky was assramming little boys in the shower at the PedoState facilities.

DM: I don't think that's the best analogy.

OGMSJ: Still.

DM: I do want to say one thing though. Eric O'MIA? You want to attack me in a World Title Match? You really want to go down this road again? Remember what happened last time? We have a lot in common, but this goes beyond the pale. If you've got the balls to even show up this week - bring your Big Boy Pants. Because I'm going to give you an asskicking; the likes of which you haven't seen in a long, long time. I don't care if you get DQ'd. I don't care if you get ME DQ'd. This match doesn't end until I've sufficiently left you and that overrated has-been in a pool of your own blood; wondering where it all went wrong. You fucked up, Eric O'MIA. And now it's time to pay for your transgressions. Repent, Eric O'MIA. For the end is near.

*Mickie starts giggling*

OGMSJ: Great, she's as fucked up as you are.

DM: Check this out.

OGMSJ: What?

DM: Cock a doodle...

MM: GOO!

DM: Motherfucker!

OGMSJ: Nice.

*fade*

[BookerShark]

Sitting in a rather bland locker room

"I am glad the commissioner was able to get me a match. In the real world, I would apologize for my actions.

But this is wrestling. I will do no such thing.

I am not here to make friends. I am here to make an impact.

I fully expect payback. I fully expect to lose this DDTironmanheavymetal title. I welcome the fight. I welcome the bloodshed

I recognize that in the grand scheme of thing, this title means nothing. My actions were not about this title. They were about getting to kick someone's ass. They were about getting noticed.

Taking this belt got me noticed.

Now I get to tangle with a returning Rabbit Mask. I knew nothing about you before today. As I have learned, you were once a gimmick wrestler at best. I hope your time in Japan has changed you. Otherwise, the beating I will give you will be over far too quickly. I won't get to inflict as much damage as I want to. Then, I will get mad. Then, I will lose my temper. Nobody around here wants to see me get mad. Usagi, be ready. I warn you, DON'T MAKE ME ANGRY"

Zoom in on his piercing dark eyes and cut.

[BookerShark]

The scene comes up in a back room of the Destroyatorium. Nestled in between various boxes of booze and kegs we see the glow of a television screen. As the camera zooms closer, we see Dynamite Danny Taylor watching the ending of his match against Alexander Darling from last week. He keeps rewinding and playing the finish over and over looking for something he may have missed. This continues for several times before we hear a noise, and another chair pulls up next to his, and Dashing Victor Deniro sits next to him. They sit in silence for a few minutes as Danny continues to rewind and re-watch. Finally he grabs the remote and pauses the tape forcing Danny to make eye contact.

DVD: You have lost before, yet you are taking this one pretty hard. There is something else going on here. So spill.

Danny motions towards Darling on the monitor, then makes the motion of someone talking with his hand. He then takes the remote back and flips over to another part of the tape that replays Stan Fulton's promo from early, fast forward to him talking about Danny not having many singles matches. He then lets out a slight sigh.

DVD: So it's the words of your opponents this week that are getting in your head. They both seem to think you are "just a tag team guy" or "not living to your full potential." They both seem to have advice for you. Would you like my advice?

Danny nods yes.

DVD: Fuck my advice. Live your life. Stop treating everything like a minor crisis. Look remember when we first got here, and every dame in this place was trying to kick my teeth out, and you were curtain jerking against Mario?

Danny smirks a little remembering the early days.

DVD: Now look, you are getting ready to main event Novembers Pain against Fulton for the OOWF World Heavyweight Title. That's a big change.

Danny nods in agreement.

DVD: And look at the path that got you here, you survived brutal attacks from men like Poe and Stank and Moosehead Jack. You tore down the house against great teams like the Flying Hawaiians and the Texexpress. You stood against the injustices done by the Brass Knuckle Kings, Trinity and Eco's crazy regime. And you did it all without resorting to over the top violence, kidnapping, torture, or without whining about your spot or filing lawsuits because you were mocked. You did it without having to look down on or belittle your opponents. Everything you've done, you have done your way. Not always the way I would have, but always in a way I've respected.

Danny takes in Vic's words.

DVD: Hell, look at recent history, you and Jack defeated Regicide at HOE, you won the imperial onslaught, and successfully defended the Trios belts at Doomy Doomy Doom Doom. You have been on a hell of a role. You are a good wrestler, a good fighter, and a good person. Let them have their opinions, and say what they have to about your career choices. At the end of the day, the only person who's opinion truly maters, is your own.

Danny smiles and places a hand on Vic's shoulder in thanks.

DVD: Now with that being said, you go into a triple threat match against the current World Champion Stan Fulton, and a former World Champion Alexander Darling. A lot of people would say you are the underdog, but I disagree.

Danny makes a questioning look.

DVD: As Fulton pointed out, you have been in many tag matches, so having multiple opponents is nothing new to you. Some will say it's different when you don't have a partner, but last I checked the IO was every man for themselves, and you took that. Plus, Stan has had the luck of all his opponents opting to approach him face to face, and Darling has been going through the quietest part of his time in the OOWF, being able to pick and choose whom he wants to engage with.

Danny still has a slight unsure look of where Vic is heading with this.

DVD: Meanwhile, Drink and Destroy has been fending off attacks from Moose and Eco, The New Guard, and now this Ghosthead guy. If anyone in this match is in the mindset of being ready for an attack from any angle, and constantly looking over their shoulder, it's you.

Understanding finally passes over Danny's face.

DVD: So let them talk, you focus on getting it done in the ring. (slight pause) After all, talking's not really your thing now is it.

Vic smiles, and Danny gives him a friendly punch in the shoulder before finally giving a true smile himself.

DVD: You've watched enough tape for now. Let's go get a round, you guys can hit the ring for some training, and we will take it one match at a time, and at November Pain, we will see what happens. Just know, that no matter what else happens, Me, Jack, Lobo, the girls, hell even Shotglass, we have your back.

Danny smiles and points to a nearby D&D banner, he then grabs his arm, pulls it down and shakes his head no. He again points at the banner, and then lifts his hands up high.

DVD: Well, I like to think we do anyways.

Vic and Danny do a quick brofist, and then rise to head out to the bar proper, as the scene

FADES

[BookerShark]

**SFJ#47 Approaches L.D. Williams.**

SFJ#47: “L.D., this week you have another shot at Chris Evans’ intercontinental title.”

LDW: “I do, and I intend to win it.”

SFJ#47: “A recent online poll indicates that the majority of fans - and a number of internet columnists - believe that the New Guard should be facing Stank or Davin Moreland. They ranked you eighth. Your thoughts?”

LDW: “That’s nice.”

SFJ#47: “That’s nice? That’s all you’ve got?”

LDW: “Yep. That’s it.”

SFJ#47: “Really?”

LDW: <sighs> “Look. In a few weeks my oldest is going for her driver’s license. My son can’t stop talking about Julliard, and my wife has turned the Fear the Fraud Foundation into something beyond my wildest expectations. When I see them, we don’t talk about whether I won my last match. They don’t ask me when my next title shot is. We do discuss Moose’s sanity, but doesn’t everyone? In short, the people that matter most to me don’t give a damn what I do in the ring.

Now, our illustrious Intercontinental champion will tell you that makes me unmotivated…complacent…soft.

He’s wrong.

What it really means, and I realized this during the run up to Hell on Earth 7, is that I don’t owe anyone anything anymore. Not reasons, not excuses, not answers or explanations. I don’t care what the fans think, or what the internet thinks, or what the rest of the folks in the locker room thinks. The only judge of my actions is me,

What you’ve seen for the past couple of months, and will continue to see, is L.D. Williams doing whatever the hell he wants to do.

If I want to crack jokes and have some fun…I will.

If I choose to team with Outback Jack, or Firewoman, or Stank, or Stan, or Davin, or Alexander Darling…I will.

If I feel like dressing up as Captain Fear and resurrecting the AYUFF…I will.

And if and when I decide to wipe Chris Evans, J.P. Sparxx, and Mat Folz off the face of the earth…no begging, no pleading, and no online poll is going to stop me. “

<fade>

[BookerShark]

Comrade Sharkoff stands on the coast just outside Quinhagak.

You see out there? Just past the storm clouds is Mother Russia.

I cannot see her from here, but I know she is sad. Sad to see her proud son standing here in the cold. Sad to see the man who cripple me being made champion and talk about respect. I SPIT AT YOUR FEET man they call Crusher. What kind of respect did you show me! NOTHING!

I came to United States looking to fight. Other people have been given chance to fight. Even stupid Viking Steve has gotten fight since I come here. Where is fight for Sharkoff? NOWHERE! Now more new people get to fight. And what is Comrade Sharkoff doing? Setting up stupid ring, cleaning up after lazy American slobs, loading trucks.

MOTHER RUSSIA I AM SORRY!!!

No MORE! Comrade Sharkoff is going to get his fight. If I have to do like Indian man and beat people up. I will. But no more belt of the DDT Ironman. NO MORE! That did not help. I want a REAL fight. I challenge the so called world champion. FACE ME! COMRADE SHARKOFF will kick you in your stupid face with the foot you make me have! Fulton. I am coming for you RUssia Number 1! CCCP Number 1! Stan Fulton! Capitalist pig! I SPIT ON YOUR FACE! I KICK YOU LIKE DOG!

[BookerShark]

CUT to the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton who's snowbound somewhere in the middle of Alaska. Which, being from Minnesota, doesn't bother him all that much. He's been watching the promos on the OOWF iPhone App.

SF: "Selena. You heard what Davin said. He wants a rematch in a cage; go ahead and book it. If he really thinks I knew about Eric, he's delusional. I enjoy Eric's company like those boys liked Penn State. I don't care. I'll still beat him.

"But if this makes him happy, do it. But Davin, that's all the favors you get to call in. We're more than even. Two title shots for your advice is more than fair payment. If you lose, you're done getting to face me for this Championship. That's my offer. Win, you're champ. Lose, you don't get to sniff the World title picture for as long as I'm champion. And don't think I don't realize that makes you my number one suspect for any interference from here on in."

Fulton looks out the window at all the snow and takes another drink of his beer.

"I can't believe we're working anywhere near this shithole."

FADE

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is sitting at her BEAUTIFUL new desk with Rabbit Mask across from her. They appear to be finishing up some paper work and talking over old times, catching each other up with what's happening.

RM: *while signing* Yeah, I was really glad when you finally turned on Eco. I tell ya, that was just...not you.

FW: Yeah.

RM: But, things are good now right?

FW: Well, mostly better. I still have nightmares.

RM: Oh....

FW: Yeah, I mean, I don't remember everything that happened, it's still pretty foggy. But I dream about what I know I did because they got it on camera. But there's other stuff....I don't know if it was off camera, or I'm just making it up but.......

RM: Sucks.

FW: Eh....at least I don't roam the halls anymore when I can't sleep. Usually Alex....uh...wait, you need to initial here.

RM: Oh...got it.

Rabbit Mask continues signing and finally is done.

RM: Alright cool.....wow....long time since Degrassi, eh?

FW: Oh please, do NOT remind me....

They laugh.

FW: So I think I can find a closet for you, or you can have an actual dressing room.

RM: Let me think about it, and get back to you.

FW: While you're at it, think about your opponent this week.

RM: Ricky Soaring Eagle?

FW: Yeah. Despite his insistence on honorable heritage, he's very far from that, so keep your eyes open. I don't know much about his style yet, but he's not unfamiliar with the flippy shit, so if you wait for the perfect moment to bust it out, you should be able to win.

RM: Hey, that's why you brought me back, right?

FW: Yep.

Rabbit Mask reaches across the desk to shake Fire's hand.

RM: Then you got it!

Fire shakes his hand as we FAAAAAAAAAADE

[BookerShark]

~~~ Chad Madison is sitting across the desk from Selena ~~~

GMtSa-T: Look, I kind of have to do this. the Board is worried about liability.

Chad: Man, you have to be kidding. This is wrestling, things like that just happen.

GMtSa-T: It's only a reprimand, no fine, no suspension.

Chad: Did kz get a reprimand when they nearly broke my neck 2 years ago?

GMtSa-T: I... I really don't know. It's a different time in the business, with all the worry about concussions and stuff....

Chad: Concussions? He got a headbutt to the nuts!

GMtS-aT: (supressing a giggle at the word 'nuts' ) That plus the burns to his arm... The Board is afraid with the feud between you two things might escalate. They like the "Respect Rivalry" you guys have going on right now. It pops ratings and buyrates. They don't want to see it go past that.

Chad: Give me a break. Ghosthead shows up and tries to blind Lobo and Cole and where is his discipline? Eagle sends Fire through her own desk and gets nothing? I low-blow a guy on accident and I get a reprimand??

GMtSa-T: Hey! I have a great Idea!! You should wrestle Soaring Eagle! The Cowboy versus the Indian!!! (She begins to giggle, finding that thought very funny apparently)

Chad: No. I didn't want to wrestle Davin because I want to keep my focus on the Tag Team Championships, and there was real heat there. No WAY am I wrestling him just because you think it's funny. You want comedy matches, go sign some Chikara or DGUSA guys.

~~~ He gets up and storms out, heading down the executive corridor. He runs into Firewoman heading to her office. ~~~

Chad: Ma'am

Fire: Where are you off to?

Chad: Thinking about hitting the gym. I have some frustration to vent.

Fire: Up for a run tomorrow morning?

Chad: .... Sure

Fire: YAY! This could be like a regular group thing!

Chad: Group thing.....?

Fire: Not THAT you pervert, I'm a married woman

Chad: I know, I was there. Who else is running?

Fire: Well, LD, Stank, and maybe...

Chad: Stank! Whoa, I'm not sure about that.

Fire: Why not? He's cool

Chad: Yeah. He's cool alright. He also hates me. And Zane.

Fire: No he doesn't

Chad: He doesn't like me, that's for sure.

Fire: Why do you say that?

Chad: It's an elephant thing

Fire: If you call him names he's DEFINITELY going to hate you, besides, he's trimmed up some since we....

Chad: No, he has a memory like an elephant. I get the feeling he's held a grudge against us for the past..... four years now.

Fire: Oh.

Chad: Yeah.

Fire: Come anyway. He wont do anything I promise. He listens to me.

Chad: Fine. You'll have to call me. No WAY am I getting up that early on my own.

Fire: Deal. Do you have a date tonight.

Chad: Duh. Gotta gonna do some tape work with Zane first, but yeah

Fire: Well have fun..

Chad: Don't I always

~~~ Fade ~~~

[BookerShark]

Rabbit Mask has just left Firewoman's office after signing his new OOWF contract. A cameraman stays in front of him and a talking mic-stand to his side, as he walks the halls.

TMS: It's confirmed, right?

RM: I have signed with the company, yes.

TMS: For how long?

RM: The contract stated that I will wrestle here for one year. At that time, another contract may be negotiated.

TMS: That's great news, Usagi!

RM: Yes, I am very pleased with the contract Firewoman presented me. I want to thank her for this, and I will do so on Wednesday.

TMS: That's right, your comeback match!

RM: Correct. I am facing Ricky Soaring Eagle.

TMS: Are you prepared for that? He's only had one match here, there's not much you can study on him.

RM: I am prepared at all times. I will not use your statement as my excuse to lose.

TMS: You sound confident, but did you hear what he had to say about you earlier?

RM: I am not aware. I do not have access to a space of my own at the time.

TMS: Well, he said you used to be a gimmick wrestler. At best.

RM: Yes, I would agree. This is a large factor in why I left. I was not being used the way I would have liked. I asked to drop the costume and wrestle as who I was previously, but I was not granted this wish, so I left the moment my contract had expired. It was a very difficult time, but I did what had to be done, and I am now stronger for it.

TMS: He also warned you not to make him angry. I would listen if I were you, he's a strong dude. He could probably snap you right in half.

RM: It is not my goal to anger anyone. I am here for competition and recognition. I hope to wrestle and earn success in this company. If I am somehow a cause of anger for him, this is not my intention. I am very pleased to be wrestling him, and wish to show him that I am no longer the character of Bunny. I will wrestle my hardest for him, for Firewoman, for the OOWF, and for myself.

Rabbit Mask turns a corner and the cameraman and mic-stand stay behind as we fade to black.

[BookerShark]

We're alone in IQ's private office in the trailer, overlooking the training area. Psykle is in the ring training, and IQ is observing it through the glass. He does not turn to face the INC as he speaks, but knows that he is there.

IQ: Ah, Fire, what a careless and ridiculous mind you have. You truly don't understand my ways, and I doubt you ever will. I would stand here and tell you that my mission has been accomplished with you. That all along, my sole purpose, as the master self-help guru that I am, was to help you help yourself. You see, while Psykle may not know your history, I do. I know full well about the top-rope pile driver to the floor that almost killed you. I also know that that specter of fear has been flowing through and threatening to consume you ever since. So, how do I help you overcome that fear? I make an enemy for you and let you know that his plan is to use that move, forcing you to go in to sharp training to overcome that fear, out of the fear of the fear itself. As a great man once said, the only thing we have to fear, is fear itself.

As Psykle begins another round of training with some local talent, IQ closes the blinds so that we cannot see what he is practicing now.

IQ: I would tell you that, and regardless of its level of veracity, I know you would not believe it. You instead wish to vilify me, and see this as me wanting nothing more than to use that fear against you. That all I was trying to do was make you cower in fear. Now then, dearest commissioner, know this, I have no need to make you cower in fear, you cower in fear on your own. You fear the lunatic Ecosystem and that the control he once held over you may still have some tendrils locked on in your subconscious. You fear the crazed blood in your family, and no, I'm not speaking of Moosehead Jack at this point, but of your parents, and the fear you have that should you ever truly be pregnant, as opposed to the fakery you perpetrated earlier this year, that your genetic memories and disposition will make you just as poor of a parent as they were, if not worse. You fear the similarities of life between you and your brother Moosehead Jack, and that the shared experiences and genetic similarities you have mean it is only a matter of time before, like him, you submit to the madness and the calling of "Him". You fear that when that day comes, you will not be strong enough, and you will fail those you hold dear by succumbing to the calling and hurting them in ways as yet unimaginable to you.

IQ turns to the camera now. Staring straight into it as if attempting to stare in to our souls.

IQ: You fear, but as yet you do not fear fear itself. You are learning though, and that, that alone, is my true purpose here. To teach you to fear the fear instead of fearing the possibilities. Fear not failure, for therein lies education. Fear fear itself, for therein lies knowledge. You claim to have rage built up and unchecked caged within you, and that my "controlling" of Psykle is something you will not stand for. That rage is not true rage. That rage is nothing but fear masking itself as rage. You don't believe me though. You don't believe a word I say. Watch however. Others will see these words. Others will recognize their truth. Others will come to you and tell you to think closely about what I've said. It's happened before. You must realize that by now. I may not speak words you want to hear, but the veracity of them you cannot deny.

IQ turns his back to the camera and peeks through the blinds at the ring, not letting us see out there to see how Psykle is training.

IQ: All that I do is for the greater good, dearest Lisa. To bring out the best in all of us, yourself included. You worry about my "controlling" of Psykle? I'll make a deal with you. There is a Pay-Per-View coming in a few weeks. Neither Psykle nor you have a match. Let the two of you face each other at the Pay-Per-View. Should you win the match, I will let you sit with Psykle and tell him anything you feel he should know. Then, we will let Psykle decide what he wants to do about it. However, if you should lose, you will admit that I am right about everything, including how you are unfit to be serving as both commissioner and an active wrestler simultaneously, and you will choose one to step down as. Which one you choose, I frankly do not care. I know you cannot continue to operate as both and stave off the fear and madness that will eventually drive you into the depths of despair that will end your career, if not your life. The decision is yours to make Firewoman. Accept the challenge and have the opportunity to "free" Psykle or yourself from that which “controls” them, or deny the challenge, and reveal that the fears have already overtaken you.

IQ sits at his desk and turns back to the camera.

IQ: There are two more added stipulations to the match though. First – There is to be no contact between you and Psykle, either by you, or by one of your toadies sending DVDs to him and trying to mask them as something I sent. No, outside of your scheduled matches in the ring, prior to or immediately after the match at the Pay-Per-View you will not attempt to communicate with Psykle. Should you win, we will schedule the face to face sit down for a few days following it. After the match, after a loss, Psykle would not be receptive to anything you had to say anyway. Second – Until the match at the pay-per-view, you must step down as commissioner, only on a temporary basis until the outcome of the match has been revealed, so that you may properly focus on training for the match, and not claim the distractions of being commissioner as an excuse. Those are the terms. Make your decision, and make it wisely. I await your answer.

Fade to black

[BookerShark]

"Rabbit Mask. You are fooling yourself if you think being NICE is going to get you out of an ass whooping. Being NICE to me will only serve to anger me further.

Let me be clear. I don't want you to be NICE to me. I don't want your respect. I want you to put up a fight, more of a fight that I got in my last match. More of a fight than you ever put up in your first run with the OOWF. I want to beat on you, to pummel you for as long as possible. I want to inflict as much pain on you as possible. the more you fight back, the more I can hurt you. And that....will be NICE

Otherwise i will get angry. When i get angry, hundreds of years of mistreatment against my people and BY my people will come to the surface. I will channel my ancestors being forced into near slavery. I will channel the contempt I was treated with as a child. An anger that has no limits. Not a Temper, an ANGER. An ANGER at the way the Navajo Nation is forced to live on barren land. ANGER at the way the Navajo Nation treated my ancestors. ANGER at being denied opportunites to better myself by the outside world. ANGER.

I hope you see Usagi, why it is in your best interest to put up a fight on wedhesday, and DO NOT MAKE ME ANGRY"

[BookerShark]

**Cut to L.D. Williams, standing in front of a lunch counter.**

LDW: “Hi folks! L.D. Williams here. Y’know, I like a sandwich as much as the next guy…sometimes more, depending on the sandwich and who the next guy is. But sometimes I don‘t want a sandwich, or the line at Ric’s is too darn long. That’s when I turn to Paul Roma’s Pretty Wonderful Wraps.”

Voice: “CUT!”

LDW: “What?”

**A with a bullhorn, evidently the director, approaches.**

D: “You can’t say ‘when the line at Ric’s is too long.’”

LDW: “Hey, I said I was going to be honest.”

D: “Mr. Williams, perhaps you misunderstand what an endorsement deal is.”

LDW: “Oh I know what one is, and this ain’t it.”

D: “You’re being paid to promote our product.”

LDW: “I’m being paid in gift cards…for wraps…that I don’t really like.”

D: “Need I remind you that you signed a contract?”

LDW: <sighs> “Fine. Just make sure the Fear the Fraud Foundation logo is prominent.”

D: “All right people, from the top!”

LDW: “Hi folks! I’m L.D. Williams, the Canadian Original.”

D: “CUT!”

LDW: “Now what?”

D: “Canadian Original is never going to get over.”

LDW: “…You work for Roma’s Pretty Wonderful Wraps…you are going to lecture me about getting over?”

D: “…”

LDW: “That’s what I thought.”

D: “Once more from the top!”

LDW: “Hi folks! I’m L.D. Williams, OOWF wrestler and spokesman for the Fear the Fraud Foundation. Sometimes, a sandwich isn’t what you want. For those times, there’s Paul Roma’s Pretty Wonderful Wraps. Try one and taste the difference…because sometimes different is good enough.”

D: “Cut! That’s a…wrap.”

LDW: “I know how Stan feels.”

[BookerShark]

Firewoman has returned from her early morning run, with her surprisingly diverse group of running buddies. She heads to the Darling Suites where we time warp until later, and she's in 'work clothes' (meaning jeans, boots, leather jacket, because...well, let's say it's cold in there on account of it being Alaska). Anyway, she breezes through catering, grabs a Peppermint Mocha Latte, and heads toward her office. As she's going she walks by a monitor playing OOWF-TV, of course, and she catches Genius IQ's promo. She nearly doubles over? With laughter? She composes herself and looks around for the Invisible Ninja Cam.

FW: Really? Now YOU'RE out to save me? Stand in line, Mister. There's a long line of people who have tried and a long line of people who have failed. And they are better mind control agents than you could ever hope to be. No, my dear "genius," the only one responsible for saving me, is me. So who or what I fear, is none of your concern. Because I don't fear you. I don't fear top rope pile drivers, although I admit I had a purely involuntary and visceral reaction to them at first. I don't fear Psykle. I don't fear my heritage. I don't fear Him, and I sure as hell don't fear Moose. No, "genius," I may have a few more things to work through, but fear? That ain't one of them.

You know what I do know? I know that your offer stinks of desperation. Maybe you fear my contacts are getting close to something you don't want anyone to know? That's the thing about our pasts, "genius." They sneak up on us. Just like bodies tossed in a bog, or a lake. Eventually, the rope that ties it to the cinderblock rots, or is eaten by fish, and then the corpse of our misdeeds rise to the surface, coming back to haunt us. I may not be able to raise it myself, but if I can cut a few strings loose? That will indeed sparkle with me.

Or maybe you fear what I might have to say to Psykle. Clearly you do, or you wouldn't have offered those RIDICULOUS stipulations. It's part of my job to talk to and have contact with the in-ring talent. My little trick with the DVD? I never thought Psykle would actually see it. That was just a test, my dear, and you passed it with flying colors. YOu revealed yourself to be the control freak you truly are. See, had Psykle seen that, it wouldn't really have done anything. You would have had a reasonable explanation all ready for why you had kept that from him, and he would have believed you, just like I believed Ecosystem.

But the thing is, if Psykle has half the brain I think he has....eventually, you'll slip up. There will be an inconsistency here, an illogical rationale there. And maybe he won't notice them at first...but then they'll begin to pile up. Eventually, doubt will creep in, and Psykle will start looking for confirmation of his suspicious. And he'll find them. He may even reach out to someone. Someone who's keeping track of all the things we have recorded by our ninjacams, available for his review...when he asks.

In fact, as I look in his eyes...there might be just a hint of that doubt already planted there...

Firewoman smiles.

SO, you see...I don't really have to talk to Psykle anyway. I don't have to do anything except sit back, watch, and wait. Watch as your own fear and self-doubt start to grow, and wait for Psykle to make his move.

Therefore, my dear "genius," I reject your kind offer of stipulations for a match at the PPV. I'll meet him in the ring, I'm happy to. But we're doing things my way. And my way is no stips, no drama, no silliness...just two competitors trying to outdo one another.

Firewoman turns to walk down the hallway, when she sees Ricky Soaring Eagle, carrying his Iron Man DDT Heavy Metal belt. He smirks at her, and she smiles demurely, which everyone knows is probably not a good thing. As he passes, Fire turns and leaps, grabbing him around the head. She guides him backward to a random catering table, drags him on top of it and then hits a neckbreaker through the table. She stands over him.

FW: That's for breaking my desk. Keep the belt.

She walks away, and turns back to the camera.

FW: Also, GeniusIQ. You use the name the Whore gave me again? Then you are next in my sights. No hiding behind your "student." Then we'll see who fears who. And that will ALSO sparkle with me.

Fire continues back down the hall into her office.

[BookerShark]

<Ricky Soaring Eagle is siting in the wreckage of the table after Fire's attack when a hand reaches out to help him up. He takes it and gets pulled to his feet. We see that it is Moosehead Jack, with Eco standing silently, stoically, behind him. Soaring Eagle sees who it is and eyes them carefully>

RSE: I suspect you are either here to attack my and try to take my title, or make your pitch for me to join you

MHJ: First, if I wanted that title, you would never see me coming. Second, I am not in the business of making pitches. I am not Folz, Evans or Sparxx. You know who I am, you know what we are about.

RSE: Uh huh. And this is where I am supposed to be afraid of you?

MHJ: You do whatever you want. All I am going to say is this......around here, its not always a bad idea to have back up to prevent unprovoked attacks. Who you choose to run with is up to you.

RSE: <smirking> Why should I trust you?

MHJ: <laughing> You shouldn't. But that whole anger thing? He completely understands it.

<Moose and Eco turn and walk away, Ricky Soaring Eagle tosses the DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal title over his shoulder, grabs the back of his neck, and walks away>

[BookerShark]

*Moosehead Jack and Ecosystem continue on their way and soon find themselves standing before Stank. The big man glances at Ecosystem with disapproval.*

Stank - Only you Moose would choose to associate yourself with the one man NO ONE wants to be left alone in a room with.

MHJ - Nice to see you too, Stank.

Stank - Juni, Moose... really? What the fuck?

MHJ - It's what HE wants.

Stank - For fuck's sake, Moose. You're still a slave.

*Rage flashes in the eyes of Moosehead Jack.*

MHJ - DO YOU SEE THIS?

*Moose holds up his Onslaught Championship Title.*

MHJ - THIS belt I won. THIS BELT MEANS something to a lot of clueless idiots around here. The PURE CARE about this belt and I won it. I defend it. AND I do this NOT because of HIM... I do this because I want to.

Stank -

MHJ - Look at IT! THEY love this belt. THEY think it represents the BEST PURE wrestler in this company! I hate it. I hate everything it stands for.

Stank - Then why wo-

MHJ - *interrupting* TWICE I've won it. You know what that means, right? I'm one of the best of the pure... and we all know how unpure I am.

Stank - Fine. That's great and all... but that doesn't explain why you're hanging around with this *points at Eco* motherfucker.

*Ecosystem remains expressionless, contributing nothing to the exchange, and not bothering to acknowledge he's even in the presence of others. Moose gets that far away look and tilts his head slightly to the left. Stank knows what this means.*

MHJ - Bringing destruction, inflicting bloodshed, those are things that make life worth living. This man understands that. You used to, Stank.

Stank - Yeah but doing it for the sake of doing it was never my thing. Destruction and bloodshed without purpose is pointless and will only serve to destroy one's self. But I know you don't care about that. PUT MOOSE back on the phone.

MHJ - I'm not going to stand here and justify myself to you Stank.

Stank - Get the Hell on then. After HE robs you of what little you have left, which will be around the time Juni decides cut the act and betray you, I'll be there for you. Someone has to be.

MHJ - You trying to save me, Stank? That's a bitch.

Stank - I'm not naive enough to try and save you, Moose. That would be impossible. I'm just trying to get to the point where you realize you might want to save yourself. Nothing good can come from associating yourself with Eco.

MHJ - Fantastic... cause "nothing good" fits in nicely with what we plan to do.

*Moose and Eco take their leave as Stank watches them go. A moment later LD Williams walks into frame and stands next to Stank. Stank looks down at LD.*

Stank - HOW could you LET this happen??

LDW - ME?? What the hell are you talking about? It's not MY fault!

Stank - THOSE two.. TOGETHER? There is a reason why Juni was not a part of The Five.

LDW - In case you haven't noticed, Lucas, The Five are no more.

Stank - And can never be again as long as Juni has his claws sunk into Moose.

LDW - I'm not so sure Eco is in control of anything... least of all Moose.

Stank - You know what they say about the greatest trick the devil ever pulled.

LDW - You're right... but we've discussed this before. Moose is as Moose does. There's no changing his mind once it's set.

Stank - *sigh* I hate that. We're just going to have to let this shit run its course. I guess I'll go fi-

*A hooded figure further down the hall catches Stank's attention.*

Stank - Excuse me LD. I'll catch up with you later.

*Stank walks down the hall hoping to find his brother. Instead from around the corner he runs into Attitude Adjuster and Eric O'Mac.*

E'OM - You're back.

Stank - You're still here.

AA - Hang on, Eric, I GOT this.

*Attiude Adjuster steps between Eric and Stank. Eric continues past as AA stares up into Stank's eyes.*

Stank - Alan.

AA - Let's walk.

*Attitude Adjuster walks off. Stank shrugs his shoulders and follows him. AA walks over to the Destroyitarium and opens the door.*

Stank - Uh... no.

AA - What do you mean, no?

Stank - I'm not exactly welcomed in THERE, Alan.

AA - It's the ONLY place that serves decent beer around here.

Stank - Alan they won't let me in there.

AA - Since when is the big bad Stank afraid of a couple of-

Stank - I'm not afraid. It's just getting into it with Drink & Destroy is not on the table at the moment.

AA - Oh STOP being a pussy!

*AA grabs Stank by the arm and drags him into the Destroyitarium. Fortunately only DVD, Ashley and Spencer are inside.*

DVD - Oh shit.

Stank - Victor, this was NOT my idea.

DVD - What's going on AA?

AA - We're just going to sit and talk... that's it. Oh can one of you two chick's bring us some beer?

*Victor Dinero glares at AA and Stank with mistrust, but nods his head at Ashley. She fills two mugs with beer and hands them to Spencer, who brings them over to the booth where Stank and AA sit. After she leaves, Stank speaks.*

Stank - The moment Outback Jack walks in here, I'm out.

AA - Fair enough.

Stank - What did you want to talk about?

AA - Look at that banner ad at the top.

*Stank looks up but sees nothing but the rafters of the roof.*

Stank - What banner ad?

AA - WealthyMen.com?

Stank - There's no banner ad, Alan.

AA - We're being sponsored by dating services now? Just another sign of HER influence around here.

Stank - Who?

AA - Who do you THINK...? Firewoman!

Stank - Oh god, no.

AA - Yeah, women need to know their place. They don't wrestle. Ever since Firewoman became commissioner management has been bending over backwards, changing up our demographics!

Stank - I'm not doing this with you.

AA - PSSSFFBTT! what do you know? You've been too busy with your own shenanigans to notice. Speaking of that, see what that banner ad says?

Stank - There's no banner ad.

AA - No. The other part.

Stank -

AA - You should look into that.

Stank - What the fuck are you talking about, Alan?

AA - I mean all these long, overproduced, promos you got going with Alexis Darling.

Stank - I haven't spoken to Alexis since since before Hell on Earth.

AA - You KNOW what I'm talking about.

Stank - Oh shit.

*Stank jumps up and runs over to the door. He opens a panel and punches a code into the keypad. A steel door drops down in front of the entrance to the Destroyitarium locking everyone inside.*

DVD - What THE HELL?

<Someone is POUNDING at the HEAVILY secured door to the Destroyitarium, desperately trying to get in. Victor makes his way over.>

Stank - Don't!

DVD -

Stank - Just... have another beer brought over to us, please.

DVD - How...? What..?

Stank - I used to run this place. You might want to think about changing your codes.

<Victor makes his way back over to the bar. He asks Ashley to bring another beer over to Stank and AA.>

AA - Who's at the door?

<Stank shoots AA a look.>

AA - Right.

Stank - I don't appreciate you trying to use me like this.

AA - I don't know what you mean.

Stank - Why are you trying to recreate a promo we did two years ago?

AA - The SKANK FAKED a PREGNACY!

Stank - ALAN! I'm NOT playing!

AA - I'm talking about Firewoman, remember?

Stank - I'm gone.

AA - Promoing is an art form, Lucas...

Stank - *sigh* We STILL haven't established whether promoing is a word or not, have we?

AA - No... sit down and shut up... The art of a really great promo is how you end it.

Stank - ...

AA - ...

Stank - ...

AA - You've got nothing to say?

Stank - I WAS TRYING TO END IT!

AA - Well you can't END it like THAT!

Stank - Why the fuck not?

AA - Because we haven't even warmed up to an ending. We haven't established a point.

Stank - Well the point of the two of us sitting here is management wants us to fight.

AA - Ok, Ok, good.

Stank - No. Not good. I got shit to do. I'm busy trying to find my nutcase brother... and YOU are clearly off your game bringing up this old shit.

AA - Yeah... and I still got to deal with that SKANK Firewoman.

Stank - Keep calling her that and the beating I give you on Wednesday will leave permanent marks.

AA - What wrestling fed tries to establish a major feud, between two of their biggest names, two weeks before a Pay-Per-View? It REEKS of amateur hour.

Stank - ...

AA - ...

Stank - ...

AA - This is not the end of the promo.

Stank - OH FOR FUCK SAKE, ALAN!

AA - We still haven't established our feud!

Stank - Why can't we just let the promo end, sit here, and drink?

AA - It doesn't feel right.

Stank - It doesn't... FEEL right?

AA - No Lucas. You got to have a sixth sense about these things man! Promos can be fragile.

Stank - I know a thing or two about promos Alan.

AA - No you don't.

Stank - You're kidding me, right.

AA - You don't even HAVE a promo on the ballot THIS year.

Stank – What ballot, Alan? It's too EARLY for that!

AA - Remember the "This is us" promo Johnny Cakes and I did, Lucas?

Stank - Johnny Cakes? Really?

AA - That promo was brilliant.

Stank - Yeah, talk about over produced...

AA - It wasn't over produced!

Stank - Two words... doctored photos.

AA - WHAT? Those photos were NOT DOCTORED!

<The pounding on the door becomes more FEROCIOUS!>

AA - How DARE you suggest we faked those!

Stank - Here we go again. Look... you expect me to believe Johnny Adrenaline tagged with Chris Adams?

AA - Yeah.

Stank - You tagged with the fricken FREEBIRDS?

AA - That's FABULOUS Freebirds... and I didn't TAG with them-

Stank - You wrestled the Von Erics.

AA - Yes.

Stank - ...

AA - ...What?

Stank – Alan… it's 2011.

AA - SO??? It's MORE BELIEVABLE than you, and Capslock's ANCESTORS forming Drink & Destroy, back in the 1600's!

Stank - 1800's!

AA - Whatever! You can't put down our promo because it's FLAWLESS!

Stank - It was long and overproduced.

AA - WHAT! THIS coming from the KING of long and overproduced promos!

*Suddenly a glob of dirty snow falls from the ceiling and plops down next to Stank and AA's booth.

Stank - God I can't BELIEVE they got us working in this shithole.

AA – Stealing someone's catchphrase...? For SHAME!

Stank - Can we just END this promo already?

AA - No! For one... we're not done establishing my promo greatness... and two... it doesn't feel right, yet.

Stank - Oh THIS shit again. Why doesn't it FEEL right, oh master of promoing?

AA - Promonating.

Stank - PromoWHAT?

AA - I've decided promoing is not a word.

Stank - And Promonating IS?

AA -

Stank - I...

AA - ...

Stank - And scene. End promo.

AA - NOT YET!

Stank - I'm not talking anymore.

AA - THIS is NOT a proper ending!

Stank - ...

AA - We haven't explained why I'M here.

Stank - I could start bludgeoning you with this beer mug.

AA - … … I thought you said you weren't talking.

Stank - Considering this is MY promo...

AA - No... this isn't your promo, yet. It's not sufficiently long enough. Like one of those rambling, overly produced ones you got going with Alexis Darling.

Stank - You are seriously reaching, Alan!

AA - YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!

<Sparks start to fly at the front door entrance as the person on the other side has clear designs on using a BLOWTORCH to break in. Stank looks toward the door.>

Stank – ah fuck it… DO you HAVE ANY idea how HARD it is to establish a proper NARRATIVE?

<The blowtorch burns brighter with intensity>

AA - Narrative?

Stank - I've been away Alan. It's my first match back and managment has me facing you. You've been tied down with Eric and not really yourself, and my crazyass brother has joined this fed and appears to be doing his damnedest to avoid speaking to me. All of that can't be explained in 30 words or less!

AA - But WHY go Hollywood?

Stank - Who the fuck is going Hollywood?

AA - This is professional wrestling. Wrestling should never go full Hollywood. Hulk Hogan throwing Big Show off a building in WCW…

Stank – Admittedly dumb.

AA – Ric Flair’s plane crash…

Stank – Once again I'm as sure that was real, today, as I was sure when you brought this up two years ago.

AA – It was?

Stank – Yes.

AA – Hmmm… It’s a miracle I survived.

Stank – For fuck's sake- YOU WERE NOT ON THAT PLANE, ALAN!

AA – Says you… Anyway, you know what I mean by full Hollywood, right? Like Vince blowing up his limo with him inside it.

<The blowtorch ceases only to be followed by what sounds like a sledgehammer SLAMMING up against the heavily bolted door.>

Stank - No. one. here. is. go. ing. hol. ly. wood.

AA - AND WHY NOT?

Stank - YOU JUST GOT THROUGH ARGUING THE OPPOSITE POINT!

AA - WHAT? You even SOUND all Hollywoody.

Stank - I do not!

AA (mocking) - ”You just got through arguing the opposite point”... gimmie a break!

Stank – Hey!

AA - WHAT!

Stank - You are stupid. I am leaving.

*Stank rises to his feet and heads for the door. The hammering at the door stops as Stank approaches. Before the big man can open it however, Stank feels hot coffee splashed all over his back.*

Stank - OWWWW! What the FUCK, Alan?

AA - We HAVE to feud for SOME reason!

Stank - ONLY YOU would think that spilling hot coffee on me is sufficient reason to start a feud!

AA - It worked for Jericho and Kane.

Stank - Yeah, but I still think it was a stupid concept.

AA - So are you going to hit me or what?

Stank - For spilling coffee on me, no. For wasting my time... (Stank begins to pummel AA.)

AA - Hey, don’t forget to whip me with your belt sometime during this beatdown.

Stank - I don’t wear a belt.

AA - How do you keep your pants from falling down off that gut of yours??

Stank - I’ve LOST WEIGHT you SHIT!!! Besides, you’re not mistaken for Mason Ryan very often..

AA - Thank goodness for that.

Stank - Yeah, that was a bad example.

*Suddenly, Spencer walks by. Stank rips the diamond-studded, pink sequined belt off her waist.*

AA - AH! You remembered!

Stank - I guess you spilling coffee on me was a good idea!

AA - And it'’s pink and sequined, just like before. And look how small it is. I bet you can’t even wrap that around your fist. Wait... Spencer, what the hell is that?

Spencer - I’m a Size Zero.

AA & Stank: GO EAT A CHEESEBURGER, BITCH!!

*Spencer runs off crying.*

AA - So are we going to do this?

Stank - Eh.. At least we’re giving ourselves room for improvement.

*AA quickly hits his patented Greco-Roman 5-Star Eye Poke of Doom!*

Stank - Ow!!!!!! Oh, that’s it. Now it’s Go Time!

*Stank attacks AA, and the two brawl through the back, beating each other viciously with random backstage objects. Every so often, stank whips AA with the diamond-studded, pink sequined belt. I... don't know why... because it hurts?*

Justin Sane - Is there a couch around here I can sleep on?

[BookerShark]

We're alone in IQ's private office in the trailer. IQ is hard at work on his laptop, when Miss Goldendollar walks in.

MG$: Sir? Have you seen her response?

IQ: She responded?

MG$: Yes sir. I’ve got it queued up.

Miss Goldendollar hits a few buttons on a remote she is carrying, and part of the wall slides away to reveal a large TV screen. She presses another button, and Firewoman’s promo answering the challenge IQ laid out is played. Once it is finished, she presses a few more buttons and everything goes back to normal in the room.

MG$: Your thoughts sir?

IQ: It’s exactly what I expected. Her duplicitous nature has been revealed. She claims that she won’t stand for any “controlling” yet not only does she completely disregard the opportunity when given the option to end one of the supposed instances, she completely turns tail and gives excuses as to why she shouldn’t. It’s a joke. I don’t see why anyone should take her seriously. Especially when one of the very clearest examples of someone being controlled is her dear brother and the “mysterious” Him.

MG$: Well where do you go from here?

IQ: Honestly, I don’t know. She’s said she’s just going to sit back and let me slip up. We both know that that is a lie, as our good friends in Japan have told us that she’s still got Lucky doing research, of course, he won’t find anything, our good friends there will take care of that.

MG$: You mean J…

IQ: Don’t say his name. INC’s are all over the place.

MG$: Sorry. I forgot.

IQ: Anyway, she’ll change her mind, if need be, I’ll drop the stipulation about her needing to not be commissioner for the next few weeks before the Pay-Per-View. It doesn’t matter, whatever she says today, tomorrow she’ll change her mind. It’s her nature. She can’t help but keep changing her thoughts and mind. She’s got too much going on in her head to keep it all straight. Besides, it is only a matter of time before she finds out who exactly are our contacts in Japan. Once she finds that out, I can’t wait to see her response.

MG$: What about her threat for you calling her by her real name?

IQ: More of her duplicitous nature. She’s going around trying to convince everyone to go to her home for Thanksgiving dinner with her mom, then goes ahead and calls her a whore and gets upset because she’s called by her name. Bi-polar doesn’t begin to describe her psychological problems. As far as her threat goes, let her cash in on it. Let her attack me for calling her a name, and not even a bad name, just her real one. I’m sure the board of directors would love for their commissioner to do something like that. It will just be more proof of her being unfit to serve.

MG$: OK. Anything else I can do for you sir?

IQ: Hmm, yes. I just had an idea. Can you get some extra liquid nitrogen tanks sent for the cooling system. I just had a wonderful idea.

Fade to black

[BookerShark]

*Quick fade back in*

The door to IQ's office opens back up...

IQ: I said that'd be all Miss Goldendollar.

Not MG$: I'm not your secretary...

Genius IQ looks up and his eyes get wide seeing Alexander Darling standing there and quickly locking the door behind him.

IQ: My security...

Alexander: Is on a nice paid lunch. And Psykle's also not going to come busting in since it's clear he only jumps when you tell him to.

IQ: How dare...

Alexander: Shut up. This little conversation we're about to have is going to be me talking and you listening, you little sniveling piece of shit.

IQ: Again, I say how...

WHOOSH...BAM

A vase near the door goes flying by IQ's head and hits the wall behind him.

Alexander: Your last warning. Now sit there and shut up. I don't like you. Let me make sure that's crystal clear...I REALLY don't like you Mr. Average Intelligence, but I've tolerated your existence because it wasn't my battle. The few times I have interjected myself, it's been clear that you and your boy are afraid of me. That's smart. What isn't smart is that you continue to not be afraid of Firewoman. That's stupid.

IQ: ...

Alexander: Uh uh...I know you'd like to speak, but it really would be better for you not to. See, here's the thing, I don't have much going on professionally right now. The Hawaiians and I are going to be the Campeonas de Trios sooner rather than later and that's great, but beyond that, I'm secure enough in my position that I can pick and choose my spots. You, on the other hand, you don't have that luxury and that's why you think picking a fight with Fire will elevate Psykle.

Let me let you in on a little secret...it will, but the price you are going to pay. It's not going to be worth it. I lived through this story the first time when it was played by Tytan, Jonathan Steele, and Diana Podvod. And truthfully, they did it better than you. But I'm not here to critique your horrible management style, I am here to warn you. Fire is more than capable of fighting her own battles and I'm normally all for that, but I'm an impatient and temperamental man when it comes to my family. So be careful IQ, sooner or later I won't be as cordial in my visits with you and Psykle and your security and your secrets, they won't be able to save you.

People know and always seem to remember what Moosehead Jack and Ecosystem are capable of, but they forget that I'm just as dark, just as violent, and truthfully, I may even be harder to predict than either one of them. So, here's the bottom line...take your gimmicks, take your stipulations and shove them right up your ass. If you want to do what is best for Psykle, and not yourself, which I sincerely doubt, you'll let go of this crusade against the best damn commissioner this company has ever had, and allow Psykle to prove himself where it matters, in the ring.

And I'd be more than willing to help him out with that...anytime.

IQ: ...

Alexander: Pleasure talking to you...

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

Aina enters GM Selena's office. Selena is at her desk with her feet up, reading the latest gossip magazine and eating a pickle for lunch.

GMSa-T: Aina! Howzit, brah?

Aina: Aloha, Selena. You wanted to see me.

GMSa-T: Yeah, yeah! Sit down, take a load off. How ya doin?

Aina: I'm good.

GMSa-T: I mean with the whole...you know. Man region?

Aina: Right as rain.

GMSa-T: Awesome.

Aina: That's not why you called me in here.

GMSa-T: Well, it is, but it's not the only thing.

Aina: What's up?

GMSa-T: You know this respect thing you and Kai have with Texpress?

Aina: It's hard not to respect them with as many times as we've faced them. They're true champions.

GMSa-T: Boring.

Aina: Selena...

GMSa-T: Look, I get the respect thing, I really do. You guys are honorable bros. That's cool. But Texpress has been running around here way too cocky.

Aina: Ah, this is about what Chad said to you earlier.

GMSa-T: Good, you saw that, right?

Aina: I did. It was disrespectful, but...

GMSa-T: I've tried to be fair to everyone. I've tried to answer all the questions everyone had about me getting this job. I've done my best and I've even put up with A LOT of people and garbage I shouldn't have.

Aina: Pep talk from Poe, huh?

GMSa-T: No, this is all me. Yeah, we talked about it, but I'm tired of the crap. Chad Madison has been nothing but a butthole to me since I even started with Omar. Now, I'm the GM and he's being insubodent...

Aina: Insubordinate?

GMSa-T: Yeah, that.

Aina sits back in his chair and crosses his arms.

Aina: Okay, so what are you asking me?

GMSa-T: Nothing bad, really. Nothing that should be too hard.

Aina: You want us to rough up Texpress in our title match?

GMSa-T: You and Kai are the best tag team. I know this. Stop being so darned nice and take it to 'em. I know you guys can be hardcore. So do it.

Aina: I dunno.

GMSa-T: Dude, they went after your junk.

Before Aina can say anything, his cell phone rings. he looks at the ID and arches his eyebrow. He hits "ignore" but seems lost in thought.

GMSa-T: Aina? Dude?! Wake up!

Aina: Selena, we will not mess up our opportunity to get our belts back for your issues with Texpress. I agree with you, and I sympathize. Poe has done a lot for us. As have you. But this means too much to us to get reckless.

Selena sits back in her chair with a slightly pouty face.

Aina: However...

GMSa-T: Yeah?

Aina: I do think it's time to kick a little haole ass.

Selena laughs.

Aina: Mahalo, Selena. And Aloha.

Aina gets up to leave.

GMSa-T: Aloha.

As Aina leaves, he pulls out his cell phone again and hits dials the number that called him.

Aina: I was wondering when you'd finally call.

Back in her office, Selena watches Aina leave with a familiar look in her eye.

GMSa-T: Smile for the camera.

[BookerShark]

Fade back in before Alex has made it out the door.

IQ: There's just one problem, Mr. Darling.

Alex turns back around.

IQ: You talk as if we picked this fight. Think back. We didn't. She did. She came to Psykle and tried to worm her way between him and me, poisoning his thoughts against me. Then, she low-blowed him in the ring in order to get disqualified rather than suffer a pinfall loss...

Alex: You know damn well that that is not how it went down.

IQ: Oh yes, she was afraid and reacted, that's right, that's the line she's been using, then goes on to say how she fears nothing. More of her duplicitous nature. As for you, don't think that just because we don't retaliate by attacking you backstage like you did him, that Psykle fears you either. He doesn't. Unlike you, however, he takes care of his business in the ring, not by jumping people in the dark recesses of the building when they have gone off to seclusion to release their rage rather than letting it loose in a populated area.

Alex: ...

IQ: No no. You had your chance to speak, now it's my turn. You see, Psykle still wants revenge for that little attack, but like I said, he'll get his revenge in the ring. We don't control the match line-ups though, so we will just wait and get our revenge when the GM allows it. In the meantime, our business is not with you, yet, it's with your wife. If you want to stick your nose in, go ahead, it will just prove that you don't think your wife can handle herself. Now, as I see my security is back from their "paid lunch" that you sent them on, I suggest you leave. We'll be more than happy to deal with you after we're done with your wife.

IQ's security enters the office and surrounds Alex. Alex looks at them, looks at IQ, and sneers. He flexes at one of the security guards and the guard jumps back, obviously afraid.

Alex: Your security wouldn't stop me if I really wanted to, but I think my points been made. See you around, smart guy.

Alex leaves as we fade to black.

[BookerShark]

The amazing J-P Sparxx is sitting on the floor in a hallway somewhere in the arena. SFJ April finds him there and joins him.

SFJA: Everything okay?

J-PS: Fine shortie, jus' fine.

SFJA: Seriously, is something wrong with Jewel?

J-PS: Jewel's fine. She's always fine, knowwhatI'msayin'?

SFJA: I do. I'm waiting for her to turn the corner and threaten me.

J-PS: Nah, she gittin' her nails done an' shit. She be gone all day when she does dat shit, knowwhatI'msayin'?

SFJA: So what's wrong?

J-PS: Can you keep a secret?

SFJA: Sure.

J-PS: I'm a bit worried dis week.

SFJA: 'Cuz you're facing Moosehead Jack and Ecosystem?

J-PS: Yeah, li'l bit. I ben in dat ring with Moosehead Ass Fucker. He's one crazy crackah, knowwhatI'msayin'? An' Ecosystem? Dat crazy ass dude thinks he's like Jesus or sum shit. Dat's wack.

SFJA: Well, you're not alone...

J-PS: Oh, I know. But look who ma partnah is. Mattie Lice. Dude ain't been in a ring seriously in months, an' we gots ta depend on each other. Shit, man. I know I'm awesome, but he ain't. It's like a handicap match, knowwhatI'msayin'?

SFJA: But he's your New Guard teammate. I thought you guys were gonna try to get along?

J-PS: I ain't talkin' trash 'bout the dude. I just bein' realistic, knowwhatI'msayin'? Ya gon' put a rookie in da ring with Flloyd Mayweather? Hells no. I wanna believe in da dude, but I gots ma concerns, ya feel me?

SFJA: I understand.

They're both quiet for a few moments.

J-PS: Ya know what dis means right? What needs ta happen?

SFJA: What's that?

J-PS: The Spark's gon' hafta shine like only he can. Boys, with Mattie Lice or without, The Spark's gon' git'cho crazy asses, knowwhatI'msayin'? Be ready, 'cuz it gon' get wild. Deuces ya crazy ass bitches.

[BookerShark]

Ricky Soaring Eagle sits in the stands watching the road crew set the arena up for the show. He is joined in time by a female backstage reporter

“Ricky Eagle. There are some questions I’d like to ask you.”

“My name is Ricky Soaring Eagle. Use it correctly.”

“I’m sorry. The OOWF Fans are curious about you. “

“Are they?”

“For instance, why are you so angry all the time? Aren’t you happy to be here?”

“Happy. Happy. I have never known the true meaning of the word. I came here because I was told I would be able to fight regularly. Not once a month in a church banquet hall or junior high cafeteria, making less money than I needed for gas to drive home. I will enjoy the salary. I will enjoy the brutality. I will enjoy the feeling of another man’s blood on my knuckles. I will enjoy the sounds of their screaming. But am I happy? I doubt I will ever be happy.”

“Even now, that you have a title?

“This title means very little to me. I could be attacked 5 minutes from now and lose it and I really wouldn’t care. The goal here is not to win every belt. I care about one thing. Making people feel my pain. Making them hurt like I hurt as a child when I was told that I was not full blood Navajo. I was told the bitter truth, that the Navajo had taken over my people and slaughtered them all, except for the chief’s daughter. Her they kept as a toy, to be used at their amusement. That poor girl was my mother’s mother’s mother many times over. I want to make people feel THAT kind of pain. The pain of knowing that your own people turned out to be the same as the white man who forced them onto the reservation.

“Uhh… I’m sorry?”

“You should be. Sitting here and forcing me to relive that moment. You are should be thanking your stars you are a woman. Because now I am angry. And I must wait for the sunset after next to be permitted to express that anger. I want you to go to Usagi. Go apologize to him now. For you have ANGERED ME. You have just made the ass-kicking he is getting on Wednesday THAT MUCH WORSE”

The reporter scurries off, clearly scared . RSE gets up and storms away, dragging the DDT title behind him.