OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (11/30) Live! From Riviere Tra

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live From Riviere Trois Pistoles, Quebec

Elimination Match[/u]
Rabbit Mask, El Lobo Sangriento, Firewoman & The Darlings vs. Ricky Soaring Eagle, Psykle, Ghosthead & The Saints of Sinners

Stank & Davin Moreland vs. Eric O'Mac & Attitude Adjuster
LD Williams & Outback Jack vs. Texpress
Comrade Sharkoff vs. TBA

Card subject to language barriers

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*Upper Frobisher War Memorial Arena*

Moosehead Jack is making his escape through the arena as the carnage in the ring continues. He looks back over his shoulder to make sure no one is following him as he continues his journey to meet up with Ecosystem. He turns a corner...SLAM a sledgehammee meets Moose's head and HDB III goes scattering across the floor where it's stopped by a feminine pair of legs. The camera pans up and we see a covered in dried blood Alexis Darling reaching down and picking up the bat as she hides behind the corner. A few seconds later, Ecosystem comes rushing around the corner after hearing the crash and Eco's legs are taken out by HDB III. Alexis removes a pair of handcuffs and secures Eco's hands behind his back and a second pair of handcuffs is tossed to her so she secure Eco to a nearby pole.

Alexis walks over and joins her still bloody brother obviously who is standing over Moose as he tries to use Alexander's legs to get to his feet. Alexis reaches into her boots and pulls out two chains and tosses one to Alex as they both wrap them around their free hand. Moose is up on a knee...chain-wrapped right hand from Alex, chain-wrapped right hand from Lexie but Moose refuses to stay down. He keeps trying to fight to his feet as Eco tries to find a way to free himself but to no avail. Alexis gets behind Moose and wraps him up from behind as Alex gets a running start and goes for a big right hand, but Moose drops down and kicks at Alex before he connects and Alex stops himself from hitting Lexie.

Moose is slowly crawling over towards where Lexie dropped HDB III, but Before he gets there Lexie jumps on Moose's back and uses the chain to pull back and choke him. Alex shakes the cobwebs loose from hitting the ground and we can hear the crowd's response to what's going on at ringside but it doesn't stop or deter Alex as he picks up the sledgehammer once again and slams it into the side of Moose's head. That should knock out most normal men, but as we've learned Moose is no normal man when it comes to violence, but he's clearly fading now. Alexis continues to pull back on the chain as Alex drops down besides Moose...

Alexander: I was fine with letting you believe you won the war with me. I was mine moving on from you and existing in the same company with you as long as our paths barely crossed. But you couldn't have that, could you. HE, whoever HE is, wouldn't allow that, would HE? You like to claim you're an instrument of chaos Moose. That you live for the darkness and the violence and deep down, we know you're a fraud. You act the part but it's not who you are. We all know the truth Moose. You're just a scared little boy who had a rough childhood and you fight back to prove that you're not scared anymore. We knoe the truth Moose. You're still scared. Scared of being forgotten. Scared of not mattering to anyone ever. Scared of never having anyone love you. It's almost poetic how much you fight against it considering how much you want it.

Moose: *spit* You're signing you're death warrant BOY.

Alexander: My death warrant was signed when I entered this business. but you will not be cashing in on it Jackie. But yours is almost up Moose and HE, HE tells me, it's time you remember other people have darkness inside them. Eric tried to force this side out of me, but he never could. Stank is too much of a man and likes to fight face-to-face so he could never do it. But you Moose, it was always you. You want the darkness so much, let me show it to you. Embrace me Jackie.

Alex gets to his feet and as Alexis pulls back even further, Alex grabs HDB III and slides it under Moose's face. Before Moose can try and grab it however, Alex grabs both of his arms and with Alexis pulling back along with Alexander they stand up and place Moose into position...MOTHERFUCKING DOUBLE CURBSTOMP onto HDB III.

Alexis: We are the Darlings Jack. Don't ever fucking forget it.

Alexander: Booyah, BITCH!

*Fade*

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We come up in the back post PPV, and the scene is pure chaos. Trainers and staff are rushing everywhere trying to bandage wounds, stop bleeding, and keep the various pissed off wrestlers in check. DVD is rushing around checking on everyone. We see Danny on a board, not moving at all, meanwhile, Lobo, OBJ, Chad and Zane are all struggling to get out and head for the new guard. At this point Bridgette, Spencer and Ashley all head into the scene, and Vic breathes a sigh of relief.

DVD: Babes, am I glad to see you. (Looking at Bridgette) Talk to your boys, calm them down, they are not in condition to do anything right now.

Bridgette nods and heads over motioning for Zane to lay back down on the trainers table.

DVD: Spencer find your brother and the commish, see if they can't get some more security down here. We can't be sure that the New Guard won't be back for more.

Spencer nods and takes off down the door.

Ashley: What should I do.

DVD: (looking truly sad) Go check on Danny, he's in bad shape.

Ashley lays a comforting hand on Vic's shoulder before going to check on DDT. Vic meanwhile heads over to El Lobo who is struggling to pull an IV out.

DVD: Lobo chill out.

El Lobo: This can't be allowed to stand.

DVD: I get it, I do, but you caught the black mist earlier, now this, you need to get checked out or you are no good to anyone......

Vics words are cut off as medical equipment goes flying past his head. Vic turns to see an enraged Outback Jack starting to leave. Vic rushes to cut him off.

DVD: Jack not now.

OBJ: (eyes roll into his head, Jack of the Hinterlands appears) Now is when it's going to happen.

Jack starts to push past DVD when LD Williams enters the scene.

LD: Let me handle this.

LD punches OBJ right in the jaw, stopping Jack who returns to himself and looks at LD confused.

OBJ: (belches) That's Australian for why did you do that mate?

LD: Look around, your friends need you here now.

Seeing that situation in control, DVD heads back over to once again try to stop Lobo from leaving, before he can say anything, Ashley rushes over.

Ashley: Vic, you need to get over there now. They can't stop the bleeding on Danny and are rushing him to the hospital, you have to ride with him.

Vic locks eyes with Lobo.

El Lobo: Go, we will not do anything until you guys are back, call us when you know anything.

Vic nods and rushes off as we

FADE

[BookerShark]

CUT to the backstage area at the War Memorial in Upper Frobisher. The New Guard is all gathered in a makeshift suite, celebrating the evening’s activities and watching the carnage that is OOWF Medical. Matt Folz, OOWF Onslaught Champion J-P Sparxx, OOWF Intercontinental Champion Chris Evans, OOWF World Tag Team Champions The Flyin’ Hawaiians and OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton all toasting each other and just being loud.

Folz notices the INC and motions for everyone to quiet down.

SF: “Moose, Alex, Eco, Chad, Zane and everyone else. This is the future of the OOWF. Every important championship is represented here. I’ve told you I’m the future of the OOWF. I just failed to mention that I’m not alone.”

CE: “Did you think I didn’t have a plan, old timers? Did you think I was working alone?”

MF: “When Chris called me in, I told him about Stan and that I thought we could use him. But when we sat down together, we decided it would make a better impact to do it this way. We recruit, Fulton denies, we trash talk and then when everyone is convinced that Evans, Sparxx and myself are all alone, we make a statement.”

JPS: “We’s the real deal, yo. No ol’ fogey is gonna run this show no mo’. KnowwhatI’msayin’?”

Aina: “My brah and I were getting tired of always having to listen to those Texas losers talk about being the measuring stick. Well we showed them where to stick their career.”

Kai: “Straight up their candy asses!”

CE: “LD, Jack? Don’t think we’re done with you, either.”

SF: “Stank, Moose, LD? You led me around like a lost dog. Letting me think you were going to show me the ropes about being a champion. The only thing you showed me was that you weren’t going to do shit.

“So I did it on my own. And now I’ve got the backing of true champions.”

MF: “And our message now?”

JPS: “Besides the bleedin’ goin’ on in Medical now.”

The five Championship belts are held aloft.

SF: “You’ll never get to hold these again.”

CE: “We’re the New Guard.”

SF: “And we’re cleaning up this shithole.”

FADE

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AA and Eric O' Mac are in some generic backstage location, supposedly where they can speak alone but--as everyone knows--there's a camera floating right in front of them.

EOM: So you're telling me that you--once again--couldn't hold your own out there. I'm not even sure why we're a tag team. You're my valet!

AA: TWEEEEEEEETTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!

EOM: Why did you just blow that whistle in my face?

AA: TWEEEEEEEETTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!! I'm proving to you that I'm your manager, not just a valet. So to remind you of that, I need to update my image.

EOM: So you're...what?

AA: Bill AAlfonso! TWEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EOM: Ah, hell. Who books this shit? So you're useless to me as a wrestler, and now you're channeling washed up managers?

AA: TWWEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EOM: That's it? That's all you have? You can't wrestle, and now your promos suck donkey balls. What good are you?

AA: TWWEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!


EOM: Who did I piss off to get put in this angle?

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The New Guard are still celebrating their dominating performance, when unexpectedly Justin Sane wanders into the room. He looks around, but no one really pays attention to him, cause let's face it, it's Justin. He stops at the back of the room and starts looking around, First he looks at the World Champ Stan Fulton, then starts counting numbers on his fingers, then he looks at the enforcer Matt Folz and again counts numbers, then he looks at IC champ Chris Evans and counts numbers. He then follows suit with Onslaught Champion JP Sparxx and Tag Team Champions the Flyin Hawaiians. At this point Evans notices him and walks over.

Evans: If your looking for five bucks, come back later.

Justin: Nope, just noticing something.

Evans: What's that.

Justin: I've been with this company longer than any of the current champs.

Evans: So? Why should we care.

Justin: (leaning in and whispering into Evans ear) That makes me old guard, and really, who knows what the hell I will do.

Justin then leans back looking Evans in the eyes with a shit eating grin on his face.

Justin: See you around Champ!

With that Justin wanders off leaving Evans standing.

Evans: Whatever, the sooner these people wise up to who has the power the better.

FADE

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Firewoman comes in to medical where Alex is being checked out. Spencer is there with him and sees Firewoman.

SD: Oh good, you're here.

FW: At last, acceptance.

SD: That depends on whether or not you can get him to listen to reason.

Spencer storms out.

AD: I'm fine, so, just...you know, go back to your office and--

FW: Don't. You think I don't get it?

AD: ....

FW: ....

AD: This has nothing to do with you. I mean, I don't like the effect he has....but he has to go....I've tried to let him--

He's stopped by Fire raising her hand.

FW: As Commissioner, I cannot take sides in any dispute.

AD: You mean--

He is again interrupted as her phone rings. She answers, and immediately begins speaking Japanese, and as she does a wide smile breaks out on her face. She thanks the person by name, and as she does, the name causes Alex to frown more. She hangs up and sees it.

FW: I mean, I'm not protecting him from you anymore....What?

AD: Nothing....I only used the last of our money in Japan to get you away from them.

FW Hey...you do what you need to do. I do what I need to do. And right now, I need to schedule a very important meeting with Psykle. I can't tell you how that sparkles with me.

She turns to go, then comes back.

AD: Yes?

FW: You do what you have to with Moose. I get it. But just remember, when the time comes......

She takes a deep breath.

FW: Ecosystem is MINE.

Fire leaves to go back to the arena. Alexander nods to himself, noting the first time Fire has said her former sensei's name, as the scene faaaaaaaades.

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Mai Muyo, in uncharacteristic jeans and hoodie, comes to where Moose is laying in a pool of blood with a couple EMTs.

Mai: Kuso!...load him up.

The EMTs begin loading Moose onto a stretcher. Mai turns to Eco, who has twisted himself into a very weird position to try to free himself.

Mai: Calm down, I'm cutting you out.

Mai jams her hand into Eco's front pocket. The EMTs turn, thinking they're seeing a display of incest--but Mai pulls Eco's ever-present knife out, and begins slicing at the chain.

EMT1: Ma'am...we have lock cutters.

Mai: Don't need them. Diamond blade, right?

Eco: Along the edge.

Mai: Who cares about the rest?

After ten seconds of grinding, Eco leaps forward, freed.

Eco: How does he look?

EMT2: Well, I'm worried about concussion or trauma, but otherwise, no obvious muscle damage beyond the tearing of external tissue and skin.

Eco: Okay. Go...take care of that.

The EMTs cart Moose off. Eco extends his hand to Mai, who takes it.

Eco: No.

Mai: Excuse me?

Eco: Not your hand, the blade. Give me the blade.

Mai: Why, what do you need it for?

Eco: DID YOU NOT SEE WHAT THEY DID?

Mai: You've done worse. To me, in fact.

Eco: I don't care--I mean....I mean, I do, but not as it...

Mai: Junichiro. Do not retaliate against the Darlings.

Eco: Excuse me? Why--why would I--

Mai grabs Eco by his shoulders and shoves him up against the wall. She grabs his face and looks into his eyes.

Mai: Let me be clear. Until Moosehead Jack tells you to do otherwise, explicitly, with his words, I am telling you to not assault or otherwise seek revenge against the Darlings. Is that clear?

Eco: ...

Mai: IS THAT FUCKING CLEAR TO YOU?

Eco: YES! Yes. Yes.

Mai: Good. (She releases him.) Glad we had this talk, Junichiro. I'll see you around, okay brother? Be safe.

Mai walks down the hallway, leaving Eco be. She ducks into a side closet, where we see the gear of Ecosystem and Moosehead Jack. She begins digging through Eco's bag, clearly looking for something specific. She pulls out an empty orange prescription bottle, and observes the label. She smiles, and walks out of the room carrying the bottle, bumping into El Lobo.

ELS: I was watching...what were you doing over there?

Mai: (looking down at her hand) Confirming a suspicion. (She looks up.) What hospital was Danny sent to?

ELS: Quick-something...Vic just went....

Mai: Qikiqtani?

ELS: That sounds right.

Mai: Good. I'll catch you later, Lobo.

Mai walks down the hallway, pocketing Eco's blade as she continues to inspect the medicine bottle.

FADE

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*Fade in to the War Memorial in Upper Frobisher, where we find El Lobo Sangriento WALKING~! toward Saints of Sinners’ locker room, where he finds Ecosystem…

ELS: So, they carted that maniac you call a partner off to the hospital, eh?

Eco: And one of yours, I hear.

ELS: Yep. Danny’s in pretty bad shape. Massive blood loss. Hasn’t been conscious since he collapsed in the ring.

Eco: Moose is–

ELS: Moose is paying a small part of the price he’s put on his head. Over the past week, he’s done shit that surpasses even what you did as CEO. And he’s done that shit to my friends.

Eco: Ah, yes. Your little group of friends. Your Drink and Destroy. What do you hope to accomplish? A bunch of drunken brawlers trying to make themselves heard. Take a look around, Lobo. Between the New Guard and Saints of Sinners, Drink and Destroy has a lot of enemies, and your numbers appear to be dwindling.

ELS: I wouldn’t worry about our numbers. We’ve faced long odds before. What you should be worried about is us coming after you once Moose is able to compete again. See, it’d be real easy for me to take out all of my anger and frustration on you right here, right now. And you know I could. I’ve done it before. But I don’t want to be that guy. I want to stay on the high road. Also, I promised Vic I’d be good until he got back from the hospital. So I’ll wait. But know this: if there’s anything left of Saints of Sinners after the Darlings get through with you, you’ve got a date with Drink and Destroy.

*Lobo turns to leave, and Eco blasts him from behind with a steel chair. Since he was already pretty badly hurt, one shot is all it takes to knock him out cold. Eco looks into the camera…

Eco: Mai said not to go after the Darlings yet. She said nothing about Drink and Destroy.

*FADE*

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<Moose sits in the back after getting stitched up from the attack by the Darlings. He is sitting drinking a beer, smoking a cigar, with a bloody bandage on his neck. Moose begins to laugh, then holding Happy Deth Bat. He looks at the camera and smirks>

So it looks like I got the Darlings attention. <Moose pulls the bandage off his neck revealing a nasty gash> You see that? Twelve stitches. <Moose runs his fingers along his neck> You know what this is right here? The carotid artery. You sever this and you have minutes, at best, to live. The barbs on the bat dug in within millimeters of the artery. Darlings…..you were THAT close to getting rid of me, but once again, as always, you couldn’t get the job done.

And now, now you want to go down that road again. I am fine with it Little Alex, but lets get one thing straight, I don’t think I won our last go round, I know I won. I won that match in Japan, not you, so you can spin it however the fuck you want, the fact remains, I won.

Now onto a little history lesson. You know, it really amazes me that you claim I don’t know you at all, and yet, judging on your promos, you have no fucking idea who I am either boy. I’m scared of being forgotten. That is laughable. If you care to measure legacy by titles, that is covered. I am the ONLY person to win the Grand Slam twice. So my name is secure in the history books. If you care to measure legacy by reputation, <smirking> I think being the man that nearly murdered you in Japan will keep me fresh in peoples memory for a long long time. See Darling, I am not the one running around telling people I have to beat this person and that person to secure my legacy. That is you, you insecure little fuck, not me.

As for darkness? <Moose laughs maniacally> Please you little rich fuck, don’t even pretend like we are on the same footing. You know NOTHING about darkness. Your death warrant was not signed when you entered this business because all it would take was an apology and you are back in the good graces of Mommy and Daddy Darling, and you are back to your board meetings and your ivory towers. You have that to fall back on, which makes you NOTHING like me. So fuck you Darling, you know NOTHING about Him, NOTHING. Face it little Alex, you have a family now, you have your idiot sisters and you have that worthless bitch Lisa, you have something to live for.

I should probably thank her, she eliminated the very last reason for me to care. It is really rather liberating. See that right there is the difference Little Alex. You talk a big game, but as you already proved tonight, you won’t go the distance, you always have something holding you back. You want to go down this road Little Alex, I welcome it. I took your title once, I will continue to take everything that matters to you. Two of us are going to hell, only one of us is coming back, and I guaranfuckingtee, it will NOT be you.

He will not allow it.

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is WALKING~! down the hall having gone WAY ahead of the rest of the promotion to the new site. She's holding a fairly thick file folder in her hand. Selena comes running up to her.

GMtSa-T: Fire! The New Guard! Did you see? Wait, of course you saw....so look we need to get on this and--

FW: Nothing.

GMtSa-T: Huh?

FW: We need to do nothing. Well, except our jobs.

GMtSa-T: Wait, maybe you DIDN'T see what happened. I think there should be fines and maybe suspensions and I don't know if the authorities should be--

FW: Selena....what has happened any time a GM, or any part of the administration takes sides in a locker room war?

GMtSa-T: Um.....

FW: Bad things. They usually lose. So --

GMtSa-T: But, we have obligations to--

FW: And those have been handled. I have the respective locker rooms on opposite sides of the building, with a security detail between each one. We will enforce all rules just as we normally would, with no playing favorites. And...since we have personal friendships with those on opposite sides, we can check each other, and make sure we don't get involved that way.

GMtSa-T: Oh......

FW: Trust me...um, I mean, believe me....the less we get involved, the better.

GMtSa-T: You're right....I guess....oh, I got the stuff for your new segment. It's all set up....but what are you going to do?

Firewoman smiles with just a hint of her inner evilness.

FW: Oh, I'm going to go cash in on my stipulation. Make sure the cameras are rolling.

Selena nods as Fire walks to the gorilla position.

Perspective change as Firewoman's music hits and she heads to the ring for the fans who apparently just sit there in between shows? Maybe OOWF employs them, who knows. Anyway, flash pots go off, and we pan to the ring which is set up for an interview show. The canvas is covered with black cloth and there are flames airbrushed on the four borders. There are three black bar stools set up, around another flame pot designed to look like a stone fire ring. Kane-esque flames shoot up from the turnbuckles as Fire enters, with the file folder, and a sign hangs in the middle of the ring that reads....

FIREWOMAN'S BASEMENT

Firewoman acknowledges the crowd and then begins to speak as they die down.

FW: Well well well...here I am....still commissioner.

Cheers.

FW: So....in accordance with our agreement, I get to have some words with Psykle, and instead of doing some boring ol' backstage shoot, I decided that he should be the debut guest on my talk show here, "Firewoman's Basement." So let's bring him out!

"Animal I Have Become" by Three Days Grace plays and Psykle walks out, alone, and a bit reluctantly. The crowd boos, and continues to as he gets into the ring.

FW: Now, now, now....It's not his fault. Psykle, grab that mic there, and have a seat.

Psy: What is this all about?

FW: You recall the stipulations. If you won, I would resign as commish. If I won, I got to speak with you, without Genius IQ around, and without him editing my words or videos. You see, Psykle, what I said all along....is true. Genius IQ has been controlling you....brainwashing you....I promised him...I promised EVERYONE....that I'd never let it stand again...it would never happen again in this company as long as I could breathe. So today is the day it stops. Today is the day you learn the truth.

The crowd cheers, as Psykle looks confused.

FW: It was one year ago....November Pain 2010.....I hate to make everyone in this arena relive it, but believe me, I relive it nearly every night when I try to sleep. But......roll the tape, monkeys.

Up on the OOWFtron plays last year's Fire/Tytan match, fast forwarded up to the point just before the top rope piledriver to the concrete below. It plays. Fire looks away during it, as do many people in the crowd. Psykle watches as the EMTs rush to the side of the ring, as Alexander outruns them to get to her first....the scene ends as the arena is silent. Psykle turns to look at Firewoman, eyes wide. Fire takes a DVD, "The Rise and Fall of Trinity" out of her file folder and hands it to him.

FW: The aftermath is all here. Including never-before-seen footage at the hospital, of Alexander being informed how bad it was, and then....that I was....gone.

Psy: Gone? But--

FW: The miracles of modern science and resuscitation techniques. Twice. But.....the point is, that was why in our first match when you went for the pile driver, I ....freaked out. And again, I'm sorry.....but I just flipped out.

Psy: I...I see, now...yeah, I mean....I probably would too....so, that's the big thing that--

FW: Oh, no...there's more....I mean, you can watch the video yourself now...I tried to send it to you before, but.....monkeys, roll clip number two.

The OOWFtron displays the promo where Firewoman has Lucky hand him the DVD, and then the subsequent promo where Genius IQ exchanges them.

Psy: You had that doctored.....I don't know what game you're playing, but--

FW: Take them and get them analyzed....or just watch OOWF TV 24/7, they replay stuff constantly. But it's not doctored. I have way better things to do with my time.

Psy: Well, so what if he did? He didn't want me feeling any pity for you, as that could affect my in ring performance.

FW: Hmm...maybe....then there's this. Monkeys? Number three, please...

The OOWFtron fires up the last of the videos, this one being what ACTUALLY happened when Genius IQ called her Lisa, not the very badly doctored footage that Genius IQ showed Psykle.

Psy: What happened to Tytan?

FW : Huh?

Psy: Killing someone in the ring...I mean...I know it ended up differently, and you're here now, but at the time......

FW: Well, it's all on the DVD....I'd rather not relive it all right now, it's going to be a tough enough year as it is...full of anniversaries of things I'd rather forget.

Psy: It just...it changes you.......

FW: I know...and more importantly.....I know that you know that, too.

Firewoman taps the file folder. She and Psykle share a look that somehow speaks volumes.

Psy: I don't get it though....why would he....I mean, he deliberately made it look like you tried to kill him...and his injuries....they don't match with what really happened.

FW: He lied to you. He wanted to keep the truth from you. For some reason, Psykle, he wants to control what you see and how you react to it. He's been controlling you since the beginning, or at least since you two set foot here. It ends, now. But you have to be the one to end it. No one can do that for you. Believe me on this.

Psy: I.....I just want to know why....before I believe you, because...well, I'm not saying that I do or don't--

FW: Well.....why don't you ask him yourself.

"Riot," also by Three Days Grace plays, and Genius IQ appears, somewhat nervously at the top of the ramp. He composes himself quickly though and walks confidently to the ring, glaring at Fire who is smiling back, triumphantly. The music ends. Genius IQ seems to be hesitant to get in the ring. Fire's smile fades.

FW: I'm not going to ask you again. Get your ass up here.

Genius IQ does indeed get his ass in the ring. Fire thrusts a microphone into his hand.

FW: Now then...as part of our little side bet...I got to do this whatever way I wanted...and I chose here, in the ring...and furthermore, I've decided that you should do the honors. Right here. Right now.

GenIQ: This is insane.

FW: I've been insaner. Pretty close to it these days, too, so if I were you, I'd get to talking. I'll just be over here, enjoying the show.

Firewoman goes over to the turnbuckle and sits on the corner cross-legged CM Punk style.

Psy: What is this all about? What is she talking about? Why did you do all that?

GenIQ: ....

FW: And remember, IQ....if you leave anything out....*Firewoman taps the file folder*....I'll know...and then HE'LL know.

And we fade to commercial....

[BookerShark]

**L.D. Williams enters the medical area, supporting a woozy El Lobo Sangriento. Mrs. Williams follows them in. Lobo sits on one of the beds and an EMT checks on him, while Williams and his mother approach Spencer and Ashley.**

LDW: “ Ladies, Ma is going to hang out with you for a while…. Just in case.”

Ashley: “You think - ”

LDW: “Moose is capable of just about anything. Best to be prepared.”

Mrs. Williams: “Besides, we don’t want the boys to be distracted.”

ELS: “Boys?”

OBJ: <Belch> “Australian for ‘that implies some sort of alliance mate.’”

LDW: “Jack, neither of us got to where we are by being nice guys. I’m not about to start regretting my decisions now. But I intend to have your - and the rest of Drink & Destroy’s - backs against the New Guard. Call it whatever you want.”

ELS: “And what about your buddy Moose?”

LDW: “He crossed a line when he choose to team with Ecosystem. I won’t hunt him down, but I won’t let him run roughshod either. One bridge at a time Lobo.”

<fade>

[BookerShark]

<Moose is in the locker room unpacking his gear when he sees LD's promo. Moose stops and stares at the screen for a moment>

MHJ: Goddamit LD

<before he can say anything else, Eco comes in and looks at Moose, Moose just smirks>

MHJ: Do whatever you want. All bets are off.

<Eco gets a sick smirk on his face, turns, and walks out of the locker room>

[BookerShark]

We’re back from commercial, and in the ring for Firewoman’s Basement. IQ, Psykle and Fire are all there and all have mics. Fire is sitting in the corner still just smiling and waiting.

Psykle: Well?

IQ: Well…look, first thing’s first. I am a man of my word, and I have been holding back truths from you. I admit that. However, before I reveal everything to you, I need to reveal some things to the fans here.

Psykle sits back on the stool, and spreads his hands wide signaling to IQ to go ahead.

IQ: Ladies and gentlemen, I need to give you a bit of a history lesson. In the mid ‘90s, in Japan, there was an underground fighter by the name of Mountain. A large man, 7’3”, pure muscle, shaggy blond hair, and a face made for the cover of GQ magazine. This man entered a tournament called the Kumite, much like you’ve seen popularized back then in the Jean-Claude Van Damme movie “Bloodsport”. That year the finals of the tournament were Mountain versus a masked solidly built powerhouse by the name of Lone Warrior. The final match was more than just that in name.

Psykle starts to get a nervous look on his face, but IQ puts his hand out and signals him to be calm.

IQ: As the battle waged on, the two fought hard with each other. Lone Warrior lashed out at one point and sliced down the right side of Mountain’s face, right through his eye, permanently scarring him.

Psykle subconsciously puts his hand to the distinctive scar on his face, the exact one IQ has just described.

IQ: As the fight continued, Mountain lost control, and in a fit of rage, unleashed a palm strike to the chest of Lone Warrior, shattering his ribs and sending several of them directly into his heart, killing Lone Warrior instantly.

Psykle hangs his head in shame at the reveal of this, his most shameful moment.

IQ: Mountain disappeared from the public eye, and it was assumed that some Yakuza members had him killed to silence all questions about Lone Warrior’s death. In reality, Mountain was in deep depression over killing a man because he lost control of his rage, and happened across an article about the wonders I had performed for some celebrities as a self-help guru. Mountain sought me out to help him with controlling his rage. I listened to Mountain tell his story, and decided that I would help him, and help sneak him out of Japan, away from the people who must be looking for revenge. Changing Mountain’s look, dying his hair black, cutting it short, covering the scar with makeup and calling him Bloodsport, I took him under my wing and began training him and helping him control his rage. To pay for his help, Bloodsport became my bodyguard. Over the next few years, I became more and more famous and richer and richer back in the United States, but no one ever connected Bloodsport with what happened in Japan.

Psykle is shaking somewhat as this revelation of his history is brought out to the public eye.

IQ: In the early part of the new millennium, I brought a few wrestlers into the FTR wrestling organization. They included Chris Candido, Stevie Richards, Steve Blackman and Scott Steiner at different times. All throughout, Bloodsport was there by my side as my bodyguard. Eventually I bought the FTR, and made it successful, before tiring of it, and shutting it down, letting everyone go where they wanted. I went back to developing tech, and focusing on helping Bloodsport. Meanwhile, Bloodsport dyed his hair red, had it cut into a flattop, and started riding a custom Harley I had given him as a birthday present. He also started wrestling on the indy circuits and had his name legally changed to Psykle. With my technical training, and the advanced medical systems I had at my disposal, as long as Psykle kept his rage under control, he was unstoppable. He got noticed more and more by the bigger companies as he was getting better and better, and finally was offered an OOWF contract.

IQ turns back to Psykle.

IQ: Psykle, this is where the truth differs from what I’ve told you. The Yakuza were not after you for what happened. No one was. What happened in that fight with Lone Warrior, while unfortunate, no one blamed you for, except for maybe Lone Warrior’s family, but as he was masked, and fighting under an alias, no one knows who his family was or if he even had family, let alone if they knew what he was involved in.

Psykle: So, for all these years, you’ve…you’ve been lying to me? Using me?

IQ: No, I’ve been protecting you! I’ve been preventing you from unleashing your rage like you did! Keeping you from killing another innocent person!

Psykle: NO! That’s not true! You’ve been using me! Lying to me! Tricking me!

Something has obviously snapped in Psykle’s mind, and the rage can be visibly seen to be increasing.

IQ: It was for your own good! I had to! If I didn’t, you would have killed aga…

Psykle grabs IQ by the throat, not letting him finish.

Psykle: NO! YOU DON’T TALK ANYMORE! EVERYTHING YOU SAY IS A LIE! FOR YEARS, YEARS!, I’VE LISTENED TO YOU! I’VE OBEYED YOU! FOLLOWED YOUR EVERY INSTRUCTION! ALL ALONG, YOU’VE LIED…

Psykle punches IQ hard in the stomach.

Psykle: …TO ME! HOW CAN I EVER TRUST…

Psykle punches him again.

Psykle: …YOU AGAIN? HOW CAN I EVER FORGIVE…

Psykle slams IQ down on the mat.

Psykle: …YOU FOR HOW YOU’VE TREATED…

Psykle pulls IQ up to his knees, and slaps in a one armed Dragon Sleeper…THE IQ TEST!

Psykle: …ME! ALL ALONG YOU’VE TOLD ME I NEEDED TO LEARN TO PASS THE TRUE TESTS! WELL, IQ, YOU’VE JUST FAILED THE IQ TEST!

At that, Psykle pulls up on IQ’s arm, floats over, and nails a vicious palm strike to his chest. Several bones are heard cracking as IQ falls to the mat in a heap, unconscious. Psykle stands over him staring, when Fire walks up. She looks down at IQ for a moment before getting a thought.

Fire: This totally sparkles as a finale…

Fire covers IQ, and a referee appears out of nowhere. One…Two…Three!

Referee: Winner and new DDT IRON MAN HEAVY METAL CHAMPION...FIREWOMAN!

The referee hands Firewoman the belt and vanishes. Firewoman looks at the belt approvingly, before strapping it around her waist. She turns to Psykle, and raises the mic to talk to him.

Fire: I’m sorry things had to go this way, but I couldn’t let someone be con…

Suddenly Psykle lunges forward with a clothesline, turning Firewoman inside out. He lifts her up and places her on the top rope, and nails the PSYCHO DRIVER! He covers her, and a referee appears. One…Two…Three!

Referee: Winner and new DDT IRON MAN HEAVY METAL CHAMPION…PSYKLE!

The referee takes the title belt from around Firewoman’s waist and hands it to Psykle before disappearing again. Psykle tosses it over his shoulder, picks up the mic and goes down close to Fire’s face.

Psykle: Nothing personal, Fire, I’m just following your advice and taking things instead of waiting for them to be offered to me, and one more thing, once you regain consciousness, tell your husband I haven’t forgotten about him and his cheap shot with a lead pipe.

Psykle drops the mic, and leaves the ring heading to the back as doctors head to the ring to check on IQ and Firewoman and we fade to black.

[BookerShark]

GM Selena is at her desk looking over some papers (shes does this a lot). Poe enters her office.

Poe: You know what happens when you burn the candle at both ends Beloved.

GMSa-T: Yeah, I'm just...I dunno...

Poe: You're conflicted.

GMSa-T: I guess?

Poe: You like what the New Guard did, yet you worry about the control they may wield.

GMSa-T: Yup. Plus I try REALLY hard to not get involved...

Poe: Firewoman is right. It won't end well if you do. Continue to do your job. You do it well. Let things happen. Clean up what you can.

GMSa-T: I guess.

Poe: Here.

Poe pours her a small glass of what looks like rum or whiskey.

GMSa-T: Ew. You know I hate no-no juice.

Poe: It'll help you sleep.

GMSa-T: Stay here?

Poe smiles at Selena and lays down on the couch in her office. Selena continues to look over some files as Poe falls asleep. After what seems like maybe 20-30 minutes, Selena eyes the glass and finally takes a sip, cringing as she finishes.

She then goes over to Poe (who's asleep), lifts his arm and curls up with him on the couch. The scene starts to fade...

Selena's eyes are wide open as she looks around at the bright and colorful world that surrounds her. She sees a yellow brick road winding ahead of her with a ton of little people dancing around.

GMSa-T: Oh no...

Selena turns around and sees a house with legs sticking out from under it.

GMSa-T: Not again!

Voice: Hey!

Selena turns around and sees Attitude Adjuster and Johnny Adrenaline standing before her. She then sees that they're wearing comedically large clown shoes.

GMSa-T: What do you two want? And you haven't been under contract for like two years...

AA&JA: *singing* We represent...The Chickenshit Heels...The Chickenshit Heels...

Chuckles the Clown bursts through the door of the house.

CtC: Huh Juh! SHUT THE FUCK UP JOHNNY!! Juh-Juh!

Selena screams as the scene fades...


Selena has sat up screaming. Poe is sitting up beside her.

Poe: Selena!

Selena is breathing heavily as she looks at Poe. She scrambles to get off the couch, stumbling as she does. She finally gets to her desk, grabs the glass and throws it against the wall as Poe looks at her confused.

GMSa-T: No! More! Drinking! Ever!

[BookerShark]

Alexander Darling is WALKING~ down the Hallway of Random Encounters when he sees Kai walking ahead of him.

AD: Kai! KAI!

Kai hesitantly turns around and lets Darling catch up to him.

Kai: Brah.

AD: Why?

Kai: The Kai needs you to be more specific.

AD: Why did you join the New Guard? Why would you POSSIBLY join Evans of all people?

Kai: Perhaps the Kai is not the one you need to speak to about this. Perhaps the Kai is standing with someone else who has made this decision.

AD: The Kai makes his own decisions. I seem to recall that's why you gave Noelani a spinebuster in the ring.

Kai: The Kai is loyal above all things, except handsome. Look at the Kai. The Kai is very symbol of sexy, but moreso, the Kai is a bruddah to his bruddah, which is something you, Alexander Darling of all people should understand.

AD: So it's all Aina's idea? He would have told me.

Kai: Nah, ya see, the Kai's bruddah has one weakness. He has the need to please. The Kai has no need to please 'cuz the Kai always pleases, ya knowwhatI'msayin'?

AD: Now you're quoting J-P Sparxx?

Kai: It's catchy.

AD: Like the flu.

Kai: Alex, the Kai will be straight with you. The Kai and his bruddah have been marginalized.

AD: You're four time Tag Team Champions!

Kai: Yet were is our promotion? Where are our endorsements? Where is our respect? Where are our ice cream bars?!

AD: Really?

Kai: Alex, the Kai and his bruddah have no issues with you. Together we are the greatest Trios Tag Team that has ever been, and that has not changed! We will continue to put boots to asses to defend the belts with the chimpanzees that are probably smarter than Texpress combined! IF YA SMELL!!...

Aina's Voice: Kai!

Kai: What?!

Aina's Voice: Let's go!

Kai gets eye to eye with Darling.

Kai: What the Kai. Is. Surfin'.

Kai walks down the hallway as Aina meets him at an intersection. Alex watches them and then sees a familiar woman latch onto the arm of Aina. She looks down the hallway, locks eyes with Alex, and blows him a kiss.

[BookerShark]

*The lights come up in a dark room, and it's Outback Jack*

OBJ: So it's come back to me and LD teaming up. Bottom line, it doesn't matter how or why it happened. Shit happens, mates. While we are together, fear us!

[BookerShark]

*As Psykle STORMS~! around the corner in the back, he is greeted with a REALLY GOOD DIAMOND CUTTER for his troubles. A conveniently placed Fall River's Own Angelo Barros is there for the cover...1....2.....3!*

Your Winner and NEW Iron Person DDT Heavy Metal Champion Thingy...DAVIN MORELAND!

DM: Vacation's over.

*Davin makes his way down to an unmarked room with lots of banging and probably rabid dogs barking. He opens the door and tosses the Championship inside*

DM: I hereby relinquish my Championship to the occupant of that locker room.

Your Winner and NEW Iron Person blah blah blah Champion...MOOSEHEAD JACK!

DM: You're welcome everyone. Just sparing you from the inevitable. Oh, and speaking of inevitable? The World's Greatest Tag Team in the History of Ever is going to destroy that has-been Bill Alph-er...Attitude Adjuster, and the Mute Guy Who Wants To Be In Angles But Never Actually Shows Up...Bank that, kids. And to all you fraudulent little children who think you've accomplished something this weekend? Guess who you just woke up, huh? This one vs. This one, That one vs. That one, but in the end - I'm personally responsible for making most of you fools - so it's my duty and responsibility to make sure I end it too. And this time? Davin's not just talking to himself. But when the shit inevitably goes down - and God knows here in the OOWF it always does - there's always one asshole who ends up taking the lead every single time.

DM: And I wouldn't have it any other way. You can call me the 6'10" 288 lb. Quarterback of the Old Guard. Cock a doodle doo, motherfuckers!

*fade*

[BookerShark]

As Davin walks off, Psykle storms in to the locker room of Moosehead Jack.

Psykle: WHERE IS IT?!?! WHERE IS THAT CHEAP SHOTTING SON OF A BITCH?!?

Moose is sitting there calmly, and tosses the DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal to Psykle.

Moose: Here, it's yours, I submit or whatever. He doesn't want me to have this right now.

WINNER AND NEW DDT IRON MAN HEAVY METAL CHAMPION….PSYKLE!

Psykle looks at the title quizzically, then looks at Moose hesitantly.

Psykle: You’re just going to give this to me? Not going to try to attack me and get some retribution for what I did to Fire?

Moose: She is no different than any other Darling, beat her to death for all I care.

Psykle cautiously begins to back out of the room, keeping an eye on Moose.

Psykle: See you in the ring this week…partner.

Fade to black.

[BookerShark]

Fire is SITTING~! in the kind of dive that she is usually the first to find...smokin' and drinkin'. There's a bottle of Jameson's in front of her, and it's about 3/4 of the way empty. The door comes open and Stank and LD come walking in. They pull up chairs and sit with her.

FW: Heeeeeey....my boooooys........

LDW: I thought her tolerance was higher.

Bartender: That's her second bottle.

LD: Oh.

Stank: What's up, Fire. A little self-medication?

FW: Yeeeeeeeeeah, you know.....seeing that video all big like that......that's pretty awesome.....

LDW: Fire, I'm sorry ... I just can't hang with Moose while he's with Eco....

FW: It's okay El-Dee...he'll learn...he'll learn what He really wants......

Stank: Back to the point, why are you here?

FW: You know...sometimes...I can still hear all the commotion.....I wasn't completely unconscious at first.......I heard the crowd, and then I think Tytan laughed......I heard Alex yelling for help....yelling my name...his voice was all funny like......I didn't think he could get scared..........

LDW: Fire, we need you to sober up a little and talk to you about something.

FW: Suuuuuuuuuuuure.....

Stank: This isn't going to work.

LDW: It will...she's just like Ma sometimes....Fire...New Guard versus Old Guard.....we're Old Guard.....we want you to join with us.

FW: Are you saying I'm old?

Stank: That is exactly what Mrs. Williams would say.

LDW: No, Fire....focus....against Evans and Folz and Fulton and the Hawaiians....remember, we're unstoppable together.

Fire seems to think about it and sober up a bit more.

FW: No.

Stank: What?

FW: Stank...let's review my history of joining stables. RunDEA....imploded. The Five....HA!...and......Trinity.....

LDW: ...

Stank: Yeah, but you were on Team Rick and that--

FW: As commissioner I can't take sides. And .... I'm just not good in groups, Stank....I'm sorry guys.

LDW: ...

Stank: It's okay, Fire...I get it....

LDW: Yeah, me too...so...whatcha doin' now?

FW: I'm going to finish this bottle and then see if there's any cowboys in this place.

Stank: Uh, why don't you let us take you back.

FW: WHAT? Stank! I never thought you saw me that way...and LD....you're a married man! And your both like my brothers, and I am NOT going there....

LDW: No, Fire...just back to the hotel....pour you into your suites and Alex can take it from there.

FW: Aw...okay.

Fire stands and nearly topples over. Stank and LD get either side of her by the arms.

Bartender: Hey, she owes for those drinks.

LD tosses some money on the bar, and the three of them leave.

FW: You guys don't have to do this.....

Stank: Last time you got this drunk you married Alex....yes we do.

[BookerShark]

The scene comes up in a hospital room where we see a still unconscious Dynamite Danny Taylor. Thankfully he appears to be breathing on his own, but is still IVed up and heavily bandaged. A very haggard Victor Deniro stands nearby on the phone.

DVD: Yeah, he is stable now, but they still have him heavily sedated. He lost a lot of blood, pretty heavily concussed as well. It's bad, not sure when he will be back. How are things on your end?

Vic listens intently.

DVD: Well It's good at least LD is backing the boys up for now, still try and get someone to talk with the Texans, they got it just as bad as we did. I will be back as soon as I can to coordinate, in the meantime, let's not go starting too many fights at once.

Vic hangs up the phone and sits in silence for a while.

DVD: When does it end, It was barely six months ago our roles where reversed. It was such a huge moment, and now it will be remembered for acts of heinousness rather than the epic encounter it could have been. You know, Moose and Eco I expected this from, but Fulton always seemed honorable, guess I was wrong about that.

Vic takes a deep breath.

DVD: Sparxx turns on us, the Hawaiians turned on us again, Fulton stabs us in the back, Evans and Folz are not as surprising, but still unexpected. Come back to us soon Danny, we are gonna need you.

With that Vic heads off letting Danny rest as he makes arrangements to return to the arena. The camera momentarily focuses on the injured Danny Taylor, before it

FADES

[BookerShark]

*Back at the hospital*

Danny's room is quiet except for the rhythmic beeping of the monitors and machines. Slowly the door opens and a figure in black jeans and a black hoodie enters the room. The figure looks at the prone and unconscious Danny Taylor before pulling a chair up next to the bed. The figure slowly pulls the hood off and we see that it's Alexander Darling.

Alexander: I've been where you are buddy so I know parts of you can hear what I'm about to tell you. A month ago I pushed you to do something and I'm not sure if that means I'm partly responsible for what happened last night but I feel responsible and I'm not sure I can handle that burden right now. For over two years I've tried to fight the good fights and I've slipped from time to time but my heart has always felt pure.

*Taking a deep breath* For what I'm about to do, I'm not sure how pure and righteous I can be. I've started down a path and I'm not even sure I want to turn back from it but I need to know this company is in good hands. LD, Jack, Lobo...they're all good allies but they have something dark inside them. Danny, you don't.

I've tried to be a good guy. Some say I've tried to be a hero or an angel, but it was just a role I was forced to play. You are that guy. Whether it's the New Guard or Moosehead Jack and Ecosystem should I fail, you're the light in the darkness in this world. So this may sound selfish, but I have to do it. I'm not sure if you'll take it as an honor or a burden...I know what it was for me, but it's your turn Daniel Taylor.

Be the faciest face of faces ever. *laughs* And if I shall come out the other side of this battle I'm entering with anything left, I'll have your back brother. Get better because the OOWF and my family need you to protect them if I can't do it.

Alexander gives Taylor's hand a squeeze as he stands up and starts to leave the room when the door opens again and we see Victor and Spencer walking in.

Victor: What are you doing here?

Alexander: Private between Danny and I.

Victor: But he's...

Alexander: He is, but he heard me.

Victor: But...

Alexander: Vic, I've been where he is. I know he heard me. But you need to be more careful. Anyone could have come in here while you stepped out. *Turns to Spencer* Can we...

Spencer: Not right now. Danny needs me and you clearly aren't thinking straight...

Alexander: *nods* I really am sorry, but this is for the best Spencer. Hopefully, you'll never have to be scared of him again.

Spencer: I'm not scared of him dumbass. I'm scared of what this does to you.

Alexander reaches out to his sister but she sidesteps him and takes the seat next to Danny's bed. He sighs and looks down before looking up at Victor.

Alexander: Take care of her. Take care of them all Vic.

Victor looks confused as Alex brushes past him and walks out of the hospital room and pulls the hood back over his head and he vanishes into the darkness of the hallways.

*Fade*

[BookerShark]

*Alexander is walking down the hallway to the elevator. The doors open, and Davin steps out*

AD: Hey.

DM: Hey.

AD: Listen, I have to-

DM: *holds his hand up* Nothing to say, Alex. When it comes to shit like this...well...seems like we always end up in the same place.

AD: I'm sure that's just coincidence. *he cracks a smile*

DM: Yeah. I'm sure. *smiles*

AD: So, they're being pretty protective of Danny. I don't know if they're going to let you see him or anything.

DM: Did you?

AD: They weren't there.

DM: Yeah, but there's a difference.

AD: What's that.

DM: They like me.

AD: Ah. I should try that sometime. Ass.

DM: Listen, you and I...as usual...have more than one thing on our plate.

AD: As usual.

DM: If this were "Lethal Weapon", I'd be going all Danny Glover on you right now.

AD: Yeah, but I'm NOT getting too old for this. In fact, you might say I'm right in my prime.

DM: You might.

AD: And I'm younger than you.

DM: Your point?

AD: tap tap tap...

DM: We were getting along so well just then...

AD: Drop by later. I want to see my niece.

DM: And I want the "New Guard" to take a long walk off a short pier.

AD: So...yes?

DM: Goodbye, Alexander.

*Alex smirks, and disappears into the elevator. Davin heads di-rec-a-ta-ly to Danny's hospital room. Vic/Spencer are there*

DVD: Davin! Uh, good to see you. Wasn't expecting you...

SD: Davin, now's not a good time.

DM: Oh, I'll make it quick. Promise.

*Davin leans down to Danny's ear*

DM: Saw what you did, Danny. As far as I'm concerned? You and I? We're even, man. I'll see you out there.

DVD: He can't hear you.

DM: Psh. I've been where he is. He can hear me.

*Without another word, Davin gets up and strides out of the room and we fade*

[BookerShark]

It’s late at night, we’re at Roma’s Wraps, and Paul seems to be closing up for the night as Psykle comes by.

Psykle: Hey Paul.

Roma: I’m closing up, what can I get you?

Psykle: Nothing really…just, you know, can’t go back to the trailers after what happened with IQ.

Roma: Oh, right…guess you don’t have a locker room here yet either.

Psykle: Or a hotel room…

Roma: Tell you what, I’ve got a blanket and some pillows in the back. You push some chairs together and I’ll get them for you. You can sleep here.

Psykle: Thanks, Paul.

Roma goes off to get the pillows and blanket while Psykle puts some chairs together. He pulls out a picture and stares at it for a bit, looking a bit sad and forlorn. Roma comes back and Psykle quickly hides the photo and composes himself. Psykle sets up the pillows and blankets, and lies down to go to sleep.

HOURS PASS

It’s about 2am, and Psykle is tossing a bit in his makeshift bed. He pulls one of the pillows out from behind his head, and places it on his chest, still asleep. Suddenly, a referee materializes, and quietly counts…one…two…three…

Winner and new DDT Iron Man Heavy Metal Champion…A Pillow.

The referee quietly stuffs the title belt inside the pillow case and vanishes. Psykle has slept through the whole thing.

MORE HOURS PASS

It’s morning, and Psykle wakes up. He puts the pillows out on the chairs, pushes them in at one of the tables, folds up the blanket and lays it on top. He doesn’t see Paul, and doesn’t seem to notice he is missing the DDT title. He walks off, and Paul comes out from the back. Matt Folz comes around the corner to Roma’s wraps.

Folz: Hey Paul, can I get a coffee?

Roma: Just brewing a pot, have a seat and I’ll be right out with it.

Folz goes to the table Psykle left everything at. He pulls one of the chairs out and sits down on top of a pillow. A referee suddenly appears.

Referee: ONE…TWO…THREE!

WINNER AND NEW DDT IRON MAN HEAVY METAL CHAMPION…MATT FOLZ!

The referee pulls the title belt out of the pillow case, hands it to Folz, and vanishes. Folz looks at the title and smiles as Paul Roma brings him his coffee and we fade to black.

[BookerShark]

*fade in to Chris Evans, who is standing with the rest of the New Guard in the ring*

Evans: You know, I am so sick and tired about all this bitching and complaining about how we took Danny Taylor out. Let me remind you people about something, Taylor was one of the first guys that I went out to recruit. I saw something good in him, I saw some great potential, and I wanted to help him achieve that potential. Taylor though, well, he had some other priorities. And so we did what we do to traitors of the cause: we made an example out of him. And if he knows better, he’ll make damn sure that he never returns. He bet on the wrong pony, and now look at what has happened. Drink and Destroy is in its death throes, while the New Guard stands tall.

And speaking of those who are in the death throes of their career, that brings me to LD Williams. LD proved last night just what kind of a man he truly is. He’s afraid of me, afraid of the New Guard. He proved that last night when he tried to break my leg and kill the momentum. That’s the thing though, LD: there is no killing this momentum. You try to take out one of us, and the rest of us will attack you like a pack of rabid dogs to stop it. If somehow you do take one of us out, the rest of us will only become stronger. There is no stopping us, not until the rest of the Old Guard is broken at our feet.

And that’s all I’ve got to say to you people for now.

*Evans and the New Guard start to leave, but Evans stops before he leaves through the ropes*

E: You know, on second thought, I’d like to remind you people that although we’re not scheduled for any match, we’ve got plans for this Wednesday. Big plans. Last night was the opening salvo, after Wednesday, the war for control of the OOWF will truly begin. Because we’re the New Guard...

*the New Guard all hold up their titles simultaneously*

...and we’re cleaning up this shithole.

*the New Guard basks in the boos of the crowd as we fade to black*