OOWF MidWeek Mayhem (01/04) Live! From Quahog, Rho

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OOWF MidWeek Mayhem
Live! From Quahog, Rhode Island

Steel Cage Match[/u]
Saints of Sinners vs. Darlings

Danny Taylor, Outback Jack, & El Lobo Sangriento vs. The Kai, Chris Evans, & JP Sparxx
Stank, LD Williams, & Davin Moreland vs. Aina, Matt Folz, & Stan Fulton
Firewoman vs. Ghosthead
Rabbit Mask vs. Psykle
Comrade Sharkoff vs. Mai Muyo
Texpress vs. AA & Honcho Williams
Firechild vs. Ricky Soaring Eagle


Card subject to giggity, giggity, allllllll right

[BookerShark]

*New Year's Evil*

Stan Fulton is standing victorious in the center of the ring as Jay Z & Kanye West's "Run This Town" begins to play and the rest of the New Guard makes their way down to the ring. Chris Evans, The Kai, Aina, JP Sparxx, and Matt Folz all slide into the ring and there's lots of clinking between all the champions when they notice Outback Jack is still in the ring. Evans makes a motion towards him and Folz and Aina lift Outback Jack up as it looks like the New Guard isn't done with him.

Suddenly there's a roar from the crowd as The Texpress, Davin Moreland, LD Williams, and Stank all charge from the back. They are quickly met on the outside by Evans, Folz, Kai, Aina, and Sparxx and all 10 men are now brawling around the ringside area.

Standing alone in the ring though still is Stan Fulton and a barely coherent Outback Jack. Crusher is about to lift Jack to his feet when there's another roar from the crowd and someone has slipped into the ring behind Fulton...it's DANNY TAYLOR. He spins Fulton around nails a right hand that staggers the champ and before the champ even realizes what's happening, Taylor has him in postion...DYNAMITE DROP and the champ is down.

Finally, there's a break in the action on the floor and Chris Evans is able to drag Stan Fulton out of the ring. The rest of the New Guard is recovering on the ramp as everyone else gathers together in the ring. The New Guard realizes they don't have the advantage here and quickly beat a hasty retreat to their locker room as Danny Taylor has come back and looks ready for a fight. The faces aren't exactly on the same page though and there's very little camaraderie in the ring so they all bail out seperately leaving Taylor to soak in the cheers for his return.

*Fade*

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<a still bloody and battered Moose is in the back getting his knee looked at when a member of the staff comes back from the Dartmouth Hospital>

MHJ: Any word on Lexie?

Staff Member: <looking at Moose with disgust> Severe concussion and a broken neck

<Moose starts laughing hysterically>

MHJ: Best news I have heard in a long time. This is better than winning the world title. I hope she dies

<Moose gets serious and looks at the camera>

MHJ: Her blood, her pain, her suffering.......it's all on you Little Alex, it's all on you

<fade>

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Danny continues to stand in the ring soaking in the cheers, but his eyes never leave the ramp. There is an intensity in his eyes that have not been present in a long time. He slides out of the ring, and makes his way up the ramp, idly slapping hands with some fans, but you can tell his focus is elsewhere. He makes it to the back, were his long time friend Victor Deniro waits.

DVD: Not that I mind the save, but after the New Guard once again attacked you while you were unable to defend yourself, shouldn't you still be in the hospital.

Danny looks down at him and slowly shakes his head no. He makes the sign language signs for C and E, then does a slashing motion across his throat. He pushes past Vic and continues to make his way towards the back. DVD knows what is coming, and rushes off looking for Jack and Lobo.

Danny makes his way to the New Guard locker room, and kicks the door wide open. The various new guard members inside jump to there feet. We see Fulton with some ice on his head, but he does not hesitate to stand to his feet when he sees who it is. Kai, Aina, Folz and Sparxx all spread out around the room, waiting to see what happens next. Danny locks eyes with Evans, does the Hulk Hogan trademarked YOU point, and starts to move towards him. Evans seems a little surprised by this and starts to back away. Fulton moves forward blocking the way.

Fulton: Now I know you are angry, but I also know you are not a dumb man. This is not a fight you can win, or even have right now. Go back to your little bar, and enjoy your moment from earlier, it's the last one you will have this year.

Folz: Yeah, unlike you old farts, the New Guard stands bye each other.

Sparxx: Don't be dumb man, you can't expect to take us all.

Danny slowly scans the room making eye contact with each person, as if taking a mental picture of them. In the end he focuses on Fulton, and then past him to Evans behind him. Danny merely shrugs, and continues on his way forward

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*Dartmouth Hospital*

<beep, beep, beep, beep, beep>

The rhythmic beeping of hospital machines is the only sound in the room at the moment as the camera fades in to Alexis Darling's hospital room. Sitting quietly in one chair is her brother Alexander. Sitting next to him and holding his hand is his wife Firewoman. On the opposite side of the room are Spencer, Ashley, and Samantha. Every once in a while Spencer and Samantha stare daggers at Alex but they're holding in any blame for their brother but we know it will probably come at some point. A few moments later, Alex and Fire both get a message on their cell phones which is probably the release for this week's Mayhem schedule. They take out their phones and look at the message. Fire's eyes get wide and Alex just shakes his head. Fire leans over and whispers...

Firewoman: I'll talk to Selena. This was probably done before they knew the severity...

Alexander: Don't. Just don't.


****Slight Time Lapse****


The tension is still pretty heavy in the room, but it looks like it's gotten a little better when there's a knock at the door. Everyone's head turns to look and Selena is standing there.

Selena: I just wanted...I mean, I thought...

Firewoman: How could you sched...

Alexander: I said don't Lisa.

Alex disengages himself from Fire and grabs Selena by the hand and walks out of the room.

Selena: She's mad about the schedule. So am I. I've already talked to the board and they're going to can...

Alexander: They will do no such fucking thing. Moose thinks this is going to break me. Fuck him. And fuck this business. They think they've seen the worst, tonight I fucking snapped the ankle of my one-time best friend and I fucking loved it. It made me feel good inside and I like Eric. Jack Quinn thinks this is going to take away my desire, by taking one of the few good things in my life he thinks I'm going to suffer for it. That I'm going to crawl in a ball and die. Fuck him.

Selena: Alex, don't do this. We'll figure something out but don't become him.

Alexander: I thought he was your favorite, Mouse.

Selena: Maybe once, but I don't know who that man is anymore. And I like to think we've become friends after everything. I don't want to lose you too.

Alexander: You won't. But if the board cancels that match, the OOWF will burn. I don't care who gets caught in the fire. I'll fight them by myself if I have to, but this has to end Selena. Once and for all; sooner or later...this company isn't big enough for both of us. So you have two options...fire me right now or make sure that match happens.

Selena: Alex...

Alexander: You heard me. Now I have to go talk to my other half.

*Fade*

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Cut again to the New Guard Locker Room

MF: JP is right Danny. You don't want to go 6 on 1 here, we'll let you walk right now.

Danny just shakes his head no and points again at Chris Evans.

MF (Sighing): Look, it's been a good day. All the New Guard won their matches clean. The Packers sat 7 starters and STILL won. Let's not do this tonight. I know you want your revenge for what we did to you, and I don't blame you, but wait til Wednesday and do it in the ring, ok? Come on, we'll buy you a drink and watch the Cowboys hopefully but most likely not beat the Giants.

Danny just shakes his head again.

MF (Shrugs): I was trying to be reasonable, but I have to stick up for my friend.

Folz knocks down Taylor with a huge right hand before picking him up and hitting a spinebuster. The rest of the New Guard now advancing as we...... FADE

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The New Guard advances on a downed Taylor and surround him. Evans steps forward.

Evans: You really are a glutton for punishment, aren’t you, Danny-Boy?

Evans kicks Taylor in the face a few times, but Taylor catches Evans’ foot and attempts to pull him down. The New Guard quickly swarm onto him.

E: Good, keep him held down. You really want to hurt me, Taylor? I didn’t touch you at all, I kept my distance from you while you were in the hospital. And yet you dare to come after me? You need to learn some respect for your superiors.

Evans takes his Intercontinental championship and smashes Taylor’s face with it.

E: Hope you enjoyed that, cause that’s the closest that you or ANYONE associated with the Old Guard will EVER get to it.

*fade to black*

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-->Cut to locker room of Honcho Williams as CC Scott walks in with some random reporter...

CC - Hey Mark, just wanted to congratulate you for your performance at the pay per view. You truly showed why you are a future main eventer here in the OOWF.

HW - Yeah, but I lost.

CC - But not before giving those pricks a run for the money, you had a great match out there and happened to get unlucky.

HW - I had that match one.....and I just couldnt get to the damn ropes...I'm pissed off at myself for not trying harder.

CC - Stop short changing yourself, pick your ass up and get ready to battle the next unlucky punk that steps in the ring with you...now this blockhead wants to do an interview.

RP - I'm standing right here asshole.

CC - Excuse me...know your damn place around here. Now get on with the interview.

RP - Whatever...*turns to Williams*...Hello ladies and gentlemen I am here with the young up and coming superstar Honcho Williams....now Williams you were a part of the five man gauntlet at New Year's Evil 8 and came up short as the last man eliminated by Attitude Adjuster. How do you feel about the performance?

HW - To tell you the truth man, the only thing that pisses me off is that I allowed myself to submit....to submit....When I first came here, I assume people thought I was "too much of a good guy" to ever make it here...but now the times have changed and I am becoming a mainstay in this company. I think the entire locker room should come to realize that I am not some chump who will toil in the undercard...and if you do you are sorely mistaken.

CC - Damn right Mark, and I think everyone here should take notice of this man. Williams here nearly won the OOWF Onslaught Championship before he suffered a devastating injury in that match

HW - But now I am back and I am back with a vengeance. In my abscence people seem to have forgotten who I am and exactly what I can do in the ring. I will rectify that situation this week on Mayhem.

-->Quick pause and Williams and Scott grin towards the reporterm who goes to make a comment...

RP - I have gotten word from upper management that you will be in a tag team match this week against Texpress, and your tag team partner will be the man who you have had a poor history with, Attitude Adjuster. Do you think this will work out?

HW - *With a "WTF" look on his face*It doesnt matter who is on a team with me, because as long as I am out there, the other team may have a few problems. Now I have all the respect for Texpress. They knew what I would become back when I was in the tag team division with my former partner, so I look forward to this match on Mayhem

-->With that the reporter leaves, with Honcho and Scott still in the room.

CC - How does that really make you feel, I;m sure you were holding back in front of the cameras...

HW - It doesnt sit well with me...my first two encounters with him have been a lot less than pleasant...We will see come Wednesday.

CC - Focus up man, we got a lot of work to do, you havent wrestled tag team in a while, I'll set something up with the locals here is Rhode Island. Hows that new finisher coming?

HW - Very well, and it is extremely devastating.


CUT

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Originally posted by anglefan85

Evans takes his Intercontinental championship and smashes Taylor’s face with it.

E: Hope you enjoyed that, cause that’s the closest that you or ANYONE associated with the Old Guard will EVER get to it.

*fade to black*

*Lights back up with the New Guard standing over Taylor when...the lights go out again.*

Matt Folz: Stan, did you bump the light switch?

*A flash of fire in the corner catches everyone's eye with quick illumination, but it disappears as quickly as it began. We hear the locker room door slam, and then a larger fireball drops from above. There are noises to duck and scampering of feet, but the ball disappears before it hits the floor.*

Chris Evans: Stop running, it's flash paper. Get the switch.

*The Kai turns the light back on...and Danny Taylor has been taken from the room.*

Evans: Ran away?

Fulton: He wouldn't.

Kai: The Kai suggests you know your role and check your title, bruddah.

*Evans looks at his Intercontinental Championship...and pulls off a Hello Kitty post-it note*

I don't blame you for knocking him back, but that needed to be broken up. You're right about one thing though. The Old Guard is not going to be coming anywhere near that championship...if I have anything to say about it.

Evans: ...Hello Kitty?

Fulton: I can't believe I'm the champion of this shithole.

FADE

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~~~ Chad, Zane & Bridgette are heading down The Hallway(TM), packed and ready to head for Quahog (Cheap Pop) when they hear a scuffle behind them. They turn and see Danny Taylor in a very animated pushing match with Mai Muyo. Naturally, Chad and Zane hurry over and get between them.~~~

Zane: (pulling Mai away from Danny) What in the world?

~~~ Danny begins gesturing broadly and rapidly ~~~

Chad: I think Mai pulled him out of the New Guard Locker Room against his will.

Danny: (Nods) ...

Mai: I HAD to, He was in extreme peril.

~~~ Danny flails away again, Chad grabs his arms and turns him around ~~~

Zane: You really need to find better ways to get involved around here Mai. We'll take it from here.

Mai: Fine.

~~~ She heads down The Hallway (TM). Once she is out of sight, Chad releases Danny, who heads right back towards the New Guard Locker Room. Chad chases him down and once again pulls him away, this time with less success, as Zane has to step in to finally corral him. Oddly, Bridgette gets between Danny and the door ~~~

Bridgette: Slow down there shug. Listen to the boys here for a minute. You go back in there, it's a what? 6, 7 on 1 attack waiting to happen? Even if the boys here run in with you, the numbers game is gonna catch up eventually. You want payback? We're with you. But how does taking ANOTHER beating accomplish that? You know if Victor was here he'd be giving you the same speech.

~~~ Danny stops struggling for a moment, and seems to be processing Bridgette's words. ~~~

Zane: These guys aren't going to respond to physical violence. The way to neutralize them? Hit them where it REALLY hurts. Take their Championships

Danny:........... (Inquizitive look)

Chad: Help us put a dent in their armor. Team with us to take the Campeonas from them. Get with Jack and put on a full-court-press for the Tag Team Championships. Go after the World Championship. The Onslaught. Pick one. and Take it That's the way we're going to get to them. Take what they value the most.

Bridgette: Running around backstage like a loose cannon won't get that done. Being at less than 100% won't get it done.

~~~ Danny's shoulders slump. Chad & Zane release him slowly Danny feints to the door, causing Chad & Zane to jump, then breaks out into his trademark smile. He nudges Zane, points at Bridgette and taps his head. ~~~

Zane: Yeah. I know

~~~ About that time. Victor comes running around the corner with El Lobo Sangriento in tow ~~~

Victor: What the hell? Danny, are you Ok?

Bridgette: He's fine hon. We were just having a little talk.

Lobo: Let me guess, he was about to take on the New Guard by himself?

Chad: Yep.

Victor: I was afraid of that.

~~~ Danny does the Discount Double Check ~~~

Lobo: I think I understand.

Victor: Come on Danny, lets go check on Jack.

[BookerShark]

Firechild is backstage at the authorised OOWF Interview Position with SFJ#69 (the best one.)

SFJ#69 - Firechild, how does it feel to be back in the OOWF?

FC - Wow, that was a vanilla question Cindy, but I'll try and add some flavour. It's great to be back in the OOWF and it's great to be starting from the bottom, taking some time to see how the land lies.

SFJ#69 - Some of your video spots seemed to indicate you'll be aiming at the New Guard...

FC - Well, studying tape of how OOWF has changed shows me that one faction has all the gold, and seeing as I'm here to win titles that pretty much means I'm aiming at them, yes. Aside from that, the fact that they're a thrown together group with evident internal issues, recycling an abortive WCW angle for some semblance of cohesion just makes them look like an even tastier target.

SFJ#69 - Given your history with Mooshead Jack, both as a friend and foe how do you feel about the current issue between him, Ecosystem and the Darlings.

FC - First of all, it's astonishing to see how soap opera and mildly incestuous it got around here while I was away. As for what's just happened between him & Alexis... You never like to see that happen to a young competitor, but she got into a personal brangle with Moose and you don't tend to get away from them without an injury. Trust me.

SFJ#69 - Would you be tempted to get involved in that angle at all, given your history?

FC - Categorically, no. Moose and Eco are away on a limb of sadistic madness at this time and neither need or want my involvement. I've got no relationship with the Darlings and I've found that going up against or sucking up to the faction with their hand on the book to be a really bad idea in the long run. Aside from that, it's a feud that has nothing to do with titles so I'll be keeping my distance from all of that...

SFJ#69 - You keep mentioning titles, is that your reason for returning to the OOWF?

FC - Of course, I look at the list of Grand Slam champions and my name isn't on there. I look at the list of all-time most title reigns and my name isn't on there. I was the first, and greatest Onslaught division champion, I've held the tag belts and the Intercontinental title, I've won the OOWF Invitational tournament. Something is missing. I want that OOWF World title. That is why I've come back and no half-assed faction of children is going to stop me.

SFJ#69 - Does that mean that you'll be allying with the Old Guard?

FC - Probably not, I like to run alone these days. Factions can get... messy. Anyways, the likes of Stank, Outback Jack and LD will remember me more as a foe from my time in the 3 Piece Set (a small, but noticeably 3 Piece Set chant starts in the audience) but I can at least respect those guys... the New Guard, not so much.

SFJ#69 - you were very impressive against Sim Sebow in your re-debut...

FC - I thought I was the model of restraint. Some Christian Fundamentalist, Republican jobber covers himself in shiny make-up and starts praying mid-match? He's lucky I didn't end his life, not just the match... but I'm trying to be a bit more PG-13 these days.

SFJ#69 - This week you've got a match against Ricky Soaring Eagle, who has been on a bit of a tear recently. Do you have any words for your opponent?

FC - Ricky, you seem to have an excess of inner rage and I can respect, nay APPLAUD that. I also have to say that I loved your performance in One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest and it will be an honour to face you across the ring. However, be advised that I've not come back to contest time-filling mid-card matches and I'll be looking to beat you up, pin you clean and move towards a title shot. No disrespect intended.

SFJ#69 - OK Chris, I think that covers everything, thanks very much.

FC - Thanks very much Cindy - you've got my room number right?

-cut-

[BookerShark]

Ricky Soaring Eagle stands inside the arena watching the ring crew set up for the event.

“So. Another triumphant return. Another prodigal son returns to the OOWF. First it was Usagi, the man in the rabbit mask. Now it is Firechild. Much like Stank, you were once a pretty big deal around here. Much like Stank, you have the name recognition with the fans.

Unlike everyone else, I am not impressed. You bested a nobody on new years day. It will take quite a bit more effort to survive against me. I hope you have what it takes. Either way, much like Rabbit Mask, Stank, & Sharkoff. You will

FEEL

MY

PAIN”

Just then, the same backstage reporter approaches Ricky.

“Hi, remember me?”

“Not by choice”

“Well listen, I talked to Amanda Collins…”

She doesn’t get any further, as he grabs her by the throat and starts to squeeze the life out of her. Obviously alerted to the possibility of trouble, a dozen security guards swoop in and spend the next five minutes prying his hands from her throat. After the struggle, Eagle storms away while security is joined by paramedics to tend to the poor woman.

[BookerShark]

Sitting in the hospital, everyone has clearly been up all night, and looks the worse for it, except Firewoman who is used to such things. She has come back from getting people coffee, juice, and water, but had to hastily drop it off onto a table to break up some kind of disagreement between Samantha, Spencer, and Alexander. She ushers Alex out of the room so they can talk in the hallway.

AD: Goddammit she is so like Catherine sometimes it's pathetic.

FW: Who?

AD: Samantha. Hell, Spencer too. Telling me I pulled Alexis into this business...it was HER fucking idea.....she said she could handle....look, I'm going back in there.

FW: Not until you've calmed down. All this tension is not good for Alexis. When you're in that state, you can feel everything going on in the room...I remember.....

Alex looks like he wants to argue, but then nods. Fire takes his hand and they go sit on a couch in the waiting area.

AD: I just....you know how it is with us.....

FW: I know....

Fire's phone rings. She looks down at it and frowns.

FW: *sigh* it's Lucky, I told him to not call unless--

AD: It's fine, go ahead and answer it.

FW: Yeah, Lucky?.......what? Who.......where's Victor?.............look, I can't leave here......just get security to handle it..........yeah, I'll check back in in a little bit.

Fire hangs up and looks distracted.

AD: Problems?

FW: No.....how's your head....did you get stitched up?

AD: Yeah, it's fine....seriously, what's wrong?

FW: New Guard vs. Danny...

AD: Ah...well, shouldn't the self-appointed sheriff go handle that?

FW: Very funny...I don't think it's necessary.

AD: Hm...well, maybe you can check on Eric then.

FW: No, my place is here.

AD: Really, Madame Commissioner? Or maybe you could be doing something, for once, about your crazy brother. Or you know, just give him another pass, let him keep destroying--

FW: Are you serious?

AD: I don't know. Firewoman the wrestler would have NEVER let Moose leave the arena in one piece. Firewoman the commissioner is another story.

FW: Okay..*trying to control her temper*..you're just lashing out because--

AD: I'm not doing anything. *He sees Samantha and Spencer leaving Alexis's room* HEY! Where are you two going?

SDM: Doc needed to do some checking, so he asked us to leave.

AD: Fuck that. She is NOT to be alone EVER.

SD: Alex...

AD: Don't "Alex" me. The last time I left someone alone in a hospital room....

His voice trails off as he looks at Fire. Fire nods and looks away, as Alex storms back into Alexis's room. Fire dials her phone and asks Lucky for an update.

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Fire steps outside to continue on her call. As she hangs up, she turns around to find Mai Muyo hanging upside down from the first floor window, Spider-Man style.

Mai: Bad time?

Fire: What are you doing?

Mai: (flipping, landing on the ground) You should ask what I've been doing. Which was doing our commissioner's job by preventing the New Guard from taking Danny's head off.

Fire: Mai, I am exactly where I should be...where I have to be, thanks to our brothers.

Mai: About that--

Fire: Yeah, about that. What are you doing to prevent this, Mai? Supposedly, he listens to you. Are you satisfied with him assisting Jack in his attempted maiming of my family members and turning my private life into a graphic novel hellscape occasionally so long as he goes with you to get Christmas presents with the family?

Mai: Look, I need your help.

Fire: You need help ripping his throat out?

Mai: Lis--Fire, Junichiro was out of line with what he did to you at Orbit, and I told him so. But as terrible as it was, laying aside the fact that it was done to you, what Junichiro enabled Moose to do to Alexis was much worse.

Fire: ...provisionally granted.

Mai: Look, you know Junichiro as well as anyone else outside his family in some ways. He loves head games. He loves feeling important, and smart, and powerful. But that's not what's driving your brother. Your brother just wants to continually assault and do violence to those he feels have wronged him and everyone connected to them.

Whether or not he's pulling the strings, Junichiro sees utility in being aligned with your brother. But I'm trying to tell you that what your brother wants is not what my brother wants--she catches Fire's glare--NOT because my brother is a good person, but because the ways in which he is a bad person are not the same as your brother's.

Fire: Fun psychoanalysis. What do you want from me?

Mai: Insight. I described what my brother wants to feel, and I described what your brother wants to do. But I don't know what he wants to feel. I don't know his internal desires. So tell me, Fire. What motivates him? What drives him? Does revenge give him an endorphin high? Are the voices in his head a real psychological phenomenon, and are they connected to the perceived motivations of another? Does he just want your unconditional and exclusive love?

Fire: I'll stop you there. I have no interest in engaging in your childlike social psychology. Your brother is in way over his head, and it's your responsibility to pull him back. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go check on Alexis.

Fire exits back into the building as Mai sighs.

FADE

[BookerShark]

J-P Sparxx is at Ric’s Sub Shoppe getting something to eat with his girl Jewel, as he’s about to pay for his order, a voice comes from behind.

Voice: It’s on me Ric.

Ric: It was on your mother last night, fat boy! WOOOOOOOO!

The camera pans to reveal Psykle standing behind Sparxx.

Psykle: That doesn’t even make sense, Ric.

Ric: I don’t make sense! I already made sense! WOOOOO!

Psykle: OK, Ric. Go make more food, I need to talk to the Onslaught Champion here.

Sparxx: Yo, whacha punk ass want?

Psykle: Calm down, Sparxx. I’m here to congratulate you. You beat me. Sure it took a low blow from your girl, but hey, you do what you need to. In fact, the whole New Guard surprised me, you all walked out with your titles.

Sparxx: Yea, dat’s cuz we da shit and youze a poser like dem Old Guard bitches.

Psykle: See things how you like. As much as I hate Stevie’s co-opting of it for a catchphrase, it is true, Old Guard, New Guard, it doesn’t matter. I am The Right Guard.

Sparxx: What da fuck does dat even mean, yo?

Psykle: It means that unlike the New Guard who used backstage attacks to worm their way into title pictures, and unlike the Old Guard who are in the title picture because they’ve been here so long that they have a reason to feud with anyone who’s holding a title just by bringing up some history, I earn my position in the title picture.

Sparxx: Ya, thanx for dat, yo. Gave me an easy month off from defendin’ ma title.

Psykle: Think what you like, but you don’t have much foresight. You see Sparxx, sure, it may take me time to get back to the top of the list for another Onslaught title shot, but now, I have your measure. I’ve faced you enough times to know how you think in the ring. You and I both know that if not for your lady friend, you wouldn’t have won. Next time, I’ll be sure to have someone at ringside to counter her interloping.

Jewel: I ain’t elopin’ wit no one!

Psykle: Interloping, not eloping. It means interfering. Didn’t you get an education at some point?

Sparxx: Don’t be talkin’ to my girl like that, yo.

Psykle: Relax, like I said, I’m only here to congratulate you on your successful title defense.

Psykle extends his hand to Sparxx. Sparxx looks at it warily, before finally shaking it.

Sparxx: You know, if you think bout it, dere might still be a spot for you in da New Guard.

Psykle: Thanks, but no thanks. It’s not how I do things.

Sparxx turns to leave, but suddenly Psykle nails him from behind and throws him through the glass counter at Ric’s. Psykle picks up Sparxx and slams him throat first across the metal tray rails in front of the counter. Jewel is screaming, as Psykle picks Sparxx back up and seats him on the metal rails. Psykle locks Sparxx in…PSYCHO DRIVE OFF THE COUNTER THROUGH THE TABLE. Sparxx is out cold, and Jewel rushes over to him.

Psykle: When he wakes up, tell your bitch boy that he shouldn’t have messed with my bike.

Psykle walks off as EMTs come in to check on Sparxx and we fade to black.

[BookerShark]

**SFJ#47 catches L.D. Williams in the hallway of random encounters (tm).

SFJ#47: "L.D., any thoughts regarding your match this week?"

LDW: "Let me answer that with a question of my own. When I say OOWF, who are the first three wrestlers you think of?"

SFJ#47: "Ecosystem, Concrete TG, and Hardbody Harris."

LDW: "-"

SFJ#47: "-"

LDW: "I guess that wasn't specific enough. Name the top three wrestlers in the OOWF."

SFJ#47: "Davin Moreland, Stank, and Alexander Darling."

LDW: "-"

SFJ#47: "-"

LDW: "Well, at least it's closer. How about the most intimidating OOWF wrestlers?"

SFJ#47: "Moosehead Jack, Poe, and Underdawg."

LDW: "...<sigh>"

SFJ#47: "Or did you mean on the current roster? Because then it would be-"

LDW: "You know what? Let's just stick to the match. Wednesday night three of the greatest, most decorated wrestlers in the world are going to face off with three members of the New Guard. Now, I’m sure they want to win the match, but the New Guard all have ulterior motives - Stan is learning that if you want to be king you have to earn it every single night, Matt wants to prove he’s relevant, and Aina wants to prove to his brother that joining the New Guard wasn’t as bad an idea as it appears. They might be in the same book, but they certainly aren’t on the same page.”

SFJ#47: “To be fair, there is a history of issues between you and your partners as well.”

LDW: “This is true, but Wednesday night, our goal is the same. We embarrass the New Guard, we win the match. Simple. Sure one of us could jump the line for a world title shot if we pin Stan - and if one of us gets the chance we will. But it’s not like any of us have to win the match to keep our spot - right Matt?

Bottom line - in addition to being the better wrestlers and the more experienced wrestlers, Wednesday night we have far less to lose. Good luck New Guard - you’re gonna need it.”

<fade>

[BookerShark]

Firewoman is SITTING~! in the hospital cafeteria with some paperwork she's trying to get caught up. Davin comes in with coffee.

DM: Hiya!

FW: It's not a good time for our weekly--

DM: I know but you're here, I'm here... Besides, can't a guy bring his favorite cousin--

FW: Only cousin.

DM: Her favorite beverage, an--

FW: Caramel mocha?

DM: With whipped cream.

FW: .....okay, sit.

Davin does so and hands the coffee to Fire.

DM: Sooooo....how was your date......

FW: It was fine, Davin.

DM: Just fine?

FW: Well, we nearly got blown up, but other than that...

DM: Ah, right

He looks around while Fire sips more coffee and looks at papers. She notices he's still there, tries to ignore him, then finally looks up.

FW: WHAT?

DM: I haven't seen you in the gym, you know.

FW: I've been...Davin, this isn't appropriate right now, is it? I mean, Alexis--

DM: Is in very capable hands. It's not that I'm not concerned, I'm just taking a break from the worry. So, about your working out--

FW: Not that it's any of your business, but I've been running in the morning and...

DM: All mornings?

FW: Most...okay, some......

DM: Yeah, it shows. You and Rabbit should have really at least given Texpress a challenge at least. Chad isn't--

FW: Chad is way better than you have ever given him credit for, and I wish he would step up and shut your mouth.

DM: Nice talk.

FW: It's the truth.

DM: Still not what I'm here about.

FW: Then quit talking in riddles and--

DM: All I'm saying is that--

FW: Do you think I'm a good commissioner?

DM: That's out of left field.

FW: No it isn't....I've had nothing but questions and accusations and some of them from my own family lately. I know you'll be honest with me.

DM: Geez, no pressure.

FW: You don't get to control these conversations, Davin.

DM: Fine. Yes, I think you're a good commissioner. I also think you're a good wrestler, before you ask.

FW: Okay.

DM: But that's not good enough for you.

FW: Huh?

DM: This isn't about what other people are saying. This is about what you're saying to yourself. You don't want to be a good commissioner or a good wrestler. You want to be a GREAT commissioner, or a GREAT wrestler.

FW: The greatest of all time?

DM: Let's not get carried away. The point is you want to be The. Best. at what you're doing.

FW: So?

DM: So you can't serve two masters....*Firewoman gets an evil smile*....oh, get your mind out of the gutter.

FW: Sorry.

DM: You are not. So you can't be both a great wrestler and a great commissioner. You are going to have to pick one.

FW: It's weird though. I never thought I'd be good at any of this stuff...I knew I could fight, but....I'm really enjoying this job.

DM: Then I guess you have to figure out which one you enjoy more.

FW: ......

DM: I'm gonna go check on Samantha and keep her from killing Alex.

FW: Okay...thanks, Davin.

Davin gives her a wink and does that gun thing with his hand in a cheesy 'catch ya later.' He leaves and Fire looks deep in thought.

[BookerShark]

Ecosystem walks into Selena's office.

Selena: Knock, please.

Eco: Oh, my most sincere apologies. I got so used to occupying this office that I don't even think to knock. (He turns to face Chuckles.) And I do love what you've done with the place.

Chuckles: Juh juh...

Ecosystem leans in to Chuckles...and licks his face. Chuckles jumps and exits out the door.

Selena: Don't you dare waggle that tongue over here.

Eco: Ah, you're too young and fresh for my tastes dear. I prefer aged and seasoned. But I suppose there's no accounting for taste with Omar, is there?

Eco slides his hand across the desk, and picks up a manila folder, which he opens.

Eco: Ratings slipping a bit, I see.

Selena: That's my private briefing.

Eco: Shame. I would think some real-time transparency would give the wrestlers insight into how decisions are made around here. Eco studies the charts further. Selena, do you know why the Board made the main event they did?

Selena: snatching the chart Ratings, obviously.

Eco: Very good! Look at you, picking up the business lingo like a real General Manager. What a savvy little girl you are.

Selena: Keep it up, Juni. What do you want?

Eco: Well, as much as I appreciate the fact that the Board recognizes that the only way to come back from faltering ratings is putting me back in the main event...I agreed with your decision to cancel the match. I think it would be irresponsible to let Alexis Darling compete after such a vicious assault occurred.

Selena: And was that assault itself "irresponsible?"

Eco laughs, walks over to Selena, and extends his hand to stroke her face. She slaps it away.

Eco: You know Selena...one of the beauties of my no longer occupying this office, is that I no longer have to consider what's responsible. I may proceed as I please and do as I will.

This Wednesday, I would like for Moosehead Jack and the Hall of Famer Junichiro Ecosystem Muyo to face Alexander Darling in a Handicap Match--a situation he indicated he may even be open to. You may choose to allow Alexis Darling to remain in the match and keep it a tag team affair, of course. But...if you were to make such a irresponsible decision, I cannot assure you that no irresponsible behavior will occur on our parts.

Ecosystem reaches into his pocket and pulls out a flash drive.

Selena: What's this?

Eco: A collection of video files. Every time video footage has caught a person's neck being snapped. Why listen to my oblique threats when you can just watch a trailer for the upcoming movie?

Eco exits.

FADE

[BookerShark]

*It's late as Lucky walks into Firewoman's office. He flips on the lights and finds a hooded Ghosthead sitting in the lotus position on top of Firewoman's desk.*

Lucky - Uh... can I help you?

*Ghosthead leaps from the desk and pounces on Lucky, knocking him to the floor and sending Firewoman's assistant into unconsciousness. When Lucky wakes up, he finds himself tied up in chains, and hanging by his ankles four feet from the floor below. He is apparently somewhere in the sub basement of the facility. There are only two light sources in this large section of the room. One is a utility lamp perched on a chair near a large pipe along the length of the wall from floor to ceiling. The other source is fluorescent lighting mostly obscured by large piping running along the ceiling and metal shelving stacked from the floor up to the pipes. Between those two light sources dwells near darkness which Lucky's eyes struggle to penetrate. Once his eyes adjust he barely makes out the hooded figure of Ghosthead leaning up against a concrete wall with his arms crossed.*

Lucky - Wh.. wha.. what d.. do you want with me?

GH - Nothing. Just listen.

Lucky - Like I h..ha..have a ch.. choice!

GH - Do not speak again unless instructed. Nod if you understand.

*Lucky nods his head causing the rush of blood in his head to flow unnaturally and nearly sending him back into unconsciousness. He feels the onset of a tension headache pulse at his temples.*

GH - When I was five years old my older brother killed my father defending our mother from his abuse. At five I didn't see it that way of course. My father never abused me. In fact all I remember from him was love... as I understood it at the time of course. It was years before I realized what kind of monster my father really was. Lucas and my mom did much to protect me from that.

They should have told me. They should have tried to make me understand. I hated Lucas for years for what he'd done. I left my baby sister in a playground and ran away at the age of ten. Got into alot of trouble. I was a teenager before I found my way home.

Lucas then took me to Mexico where I discovered professional wrestling.

In Japan I perfected it.

In between I became addicted to pain killers after an injury I received in a match with Lobo. There was a darkness in me which manifest itself thoroughly through my weakness. The specter of my father's sins haunted me and I forgot who my mom and brother raised me to be.

I found some salvation in Japan. I joined Keiji Mutoh's dojo, I gained a kind of discipline in my craft, and Ghosthead was born. Through Ghosthead I tried to tame the darkness within, but my wreckless nature was strong. I met the wrong girl at the wrong time. We had a child and for that I was driven out of Japan.

I floundered for a year before deciding to return to Mexico. I exercised my demons with moderate success in the squared circle and met the right girl at the right time. Life for the first time seemed to be going my way.

I returned to Japan for my child's sake. The reunion with his mother and her family went... better than expected. Sensei Mutoh heard I was back in Japan and invited back into his stable. Within Mutoh's dojo I learned the true power of Ghosthead which the one you know as The Great Muta... my sensei Keiji Mutoh... taught me.

Turn the darkness into strength. Turn the darkness on my opponents. Show them this power. Make them feel your pain.

I did this. I perfected it. I defeated all who opposed me. I earned my shot at The All Japan World Champion. They gave me an unsanctioned match. I won... Suwama didn't take that to well. He assaulted my wife backstage and I... beat him to within an inch of his life.

Mutoh did nothing to stop either assault. In fact I was severely punished, then exiled.

Now I am here in the OOWF.

*Silence takes hold for a full minute. Lucky can't help himself and speaks.*

Lucky - What does any of that have to do with me?

*Ghosthead rears back and PUNCHES Lucky on his nose! Lucky roars in pain as the force of the punch causes him to swing on the chain and blood fills his nostrils making it hard for him to breath. Lucky inhales and exhales roughly through his open mouth. He squints while blood flows into his eyes.*

GH - I did not give you permission to speak.

Lucky - F..fuck you!

*Ghosthead pulls back the hood revealing his painted face. He scowls at Lucky then punches him hard again, possibly fracturing some ribs. Ghosthead wipes blood from Lucky's face and stares at the mark it leaves on his hand as Lucky twirls slowly, twisting the chain he hangs from.*

GH - Do not make this about you, Lucky. You see I come to the OOWF and find drama. Particularly with your boss. My commissioner. The Firewoman. It is a constant here and, quite frankly, most trying.

The reason for my openness about my past is to show you that I too carry some baggage. So I lay mine out before you and the insufferable ninja cameramen who no doubt are filming this little excursion in to the bowels of this arena. I do this to simply get it out of the way, because after I leave here there will be no more talk of it. Anything left to say about it is mine and mine alone.

*The sound of the chain grinding against the pipe it is tied to as Lucky swings, is the only sound heard for a few seconds.*

I do not care for the drama that surrounds Firewoman. You tell her this when she finds you. Feel free to share with her the tale I've told you of my life if you wish, since she seems to enjoy drama. But somewhere in the midst of your talk with her, perhaps you might motivate her to bring her A game to our match a Mayhem.

It is all care about. I am not here to play a supporting character in the soap opera that is the Firewoman Quinn-Darling Show.

I am here to win by all the considerable means at my disposal. I am here to defeat all. I wield the darkness within and I have mastered its power and I am the villain of her story this week, not her brother, not Muyo-San.

I am The Ghosthead Killer, The Death Knell. You tell her this.

You make her understand.

*Lucky stares daggers at Ghosthead.*

GH - For her to take me lightly will only hasten her doom.

*Lucky simply hangs there upside down, staring at Ghosthead.*

GH - I'm going to let you in on a little secret before I leave. You see your blood here?

*Ghosthead holds up his stained hand.*

GH - Most think that the mists that Muta taught me are gimmicked dye packs hidden between my teeth and cheek. Do you know what the black mist truly is, Lucky?

*Lucky stares in silence.*

GH - You may speak.

Lucky - No.

GH - ... ... blood.

*Ghosthead rips open Lucky's shirt and pulls down his undershirt exposing Lucky's bare chest. He SPRAYS Lucky's chest with BLACK MIST from his mouth and watches as it starts to run down toward Lucky's face. The only thing preventing the black liquid from running on to Lucky's chin is Lucky's undershirt bunched up by his neck. Lucky lets out a shout.*

Lucky - Ahh! Why... why does it... burn?

*Ghosthead smirks.*

GH - Don't let it get in your eyes.

*Ghosthead pulls the hood back over his head, and pushes Lucky causing him to swing back and forth. Ghosthead lets out an evil laugh, turns, and leaves Lucky swinging as the camera fades to black.*

[BookerShark]

CUT to the hallway outside the New Guard suite. OOWF World Heavyweight Champion The Crusher Stan Fulton is standing there with a microphone. Alone. The OOWF logo is conveniently placed on the hallway wall where it can be prominently displayed during the promo.

“Dynamite Danny Taylor. Coward.

“You heard me. You’re a coward. Moosehead Jack nearly rips the skin from your body, but you attack me from behind. Now, granted, the way Moose is right now no one in their right mind wants to face him alone. I have plenty of backup should I care to.

“But instead of getting your buddies in Drink and Destroy to help you face the one man who did the most damage to you, you attack the OOWF World Heavyweight Champion from behind.

“You got your title shot, Daniel. You failed to take my title away from me. And you think attacking me from behind will somehow elevate you to some match with me? Title or no title, that’s not happening. I’ve already proven to everyone in the OOWF Universe™ that you cannot beat me.

“Add to that the fact that you’re running with the man I just defeated who’s part of the established hierarchy; that runs counter to the New Guard’s paradigm.

“Don’t believe for one minute you coming into our suite to face us alone proves anything about your lack of cowardice. That was adrenaline-fueled stupidity. Not bravery. If you were smart, you would have waited for Victor to get Jack and Lobo and help you out. You three would have still gotten your asses handed to you, but it at least would show some smarts.

“So, Dynamite. You’ve tried to make a point. What the point is, we’re all not sure. Unless it was to make a fool of yourself. It doesn’t prove you’re tough. It doesn’t prove you’re brave. It proves you’re an idiot.

“Moving on.

“Aina™, Matt and myself face tomorrow night in Quahog (cheap pop™) three of the most established progress impediments that the OOWF has. World Champions all. Great wrestlers, no doubt. Each at one time or another has been instrumental in putting me in this position. Take that as you will.

“Davin Moreland™. Greatest of All Time®.

“LD Williams™. Who, despite his failed attempts at a meaningful promo, is known far and wide as one of the greatest technical wrestlers ever to lace up a pair of wrestling boots.

“Stank™. Holds more OOWF records than anyone. Defines the term ‘Powerful.’

“All Grand Slam champions. All were someone I admired and tried to emulate. And now I do. I am World Heavyweight Champion. I am one tag team title away from being a Grand Slam and Six-Pack champion. I am holding the power in this company.

“And they resent it. They snipe and bicker about how I’m at fault for everything that’s happened. Perhaps. Perhaps I just learned my lessons from each of them better than they thought I would. Perhaps they showed me what it really takes to be on top in this company.

“There’s no dismissing that these three men are all future OOWF Hall of Famers. But their time has come and their time is gone. Only they don’t realize it yet. They are no different than Kevin Nash. Whom everyone complains keeps getting a spot in pay-per-view matches even though he should have retired years ago.

“I’m sure they’re going to come after me tomorrow night. To be honest, they have a really good chance of defeating the three of us. Though Matt and I have worked together, neither of us has worked with Aina. We trust him though. We’re on the same page. The same cannot be said of our opponents.

“Any one of them would turn on the other three to keep their spot. And that’s what the New Guard is trying to eliminate.

“They created this shithole we’re working in. We’re working to clean it up.”

Fulton drops his mic, turns and opens the suite door and goes inside, shutting the door behind him as we FADE.

[BookerShark]

Firewoman and Alexander are in the Luxury Suites, and probably just got in from the hospital in Canada. Both are one their cell phones, and hang up at about the same time.

AD: Okay, the security you hired is there, and Samantha will stay, and the hospital knows that there will be someone in that room at all times so that's all set.

FW: Good.

AD: Thank you...

FW: No, I totally understand....Now...I need you to return the favor, and don't give me a big hassle.

AD: About?

FW: Ecosystem demanded a handicapped match. Moose and him versus...you.

Alexander gets a dark look, and smiles.

AD: Excellent.

FW: No, not excellent.

AD: You don't under--

Fire gets angry, as only she can.

FW: No, YOU don't understand. I am pulling rank here, and I am using the limited booking powers Selena gave me to--

AD: *matching her anger* You are NOT. CANCELLING. THIS. MATCH!

FW: NO. I. AM. NOT.

AD: *deep breath* Good....okay, good....

FW: IF...

AD: If what?

FW: If....if you find a tag team partner.

AD: I don't need--

FW: If you find a partner who is just as insane as you are to face Moose AND Eco in the ring....the match will go on.

AD: And if I don't?

FW: I'm cancelling it.

AD: You wouldn't.

FW: YES, I fucking WOULD.

AD: I can't believe you'd use your position to do this.

FW: Well believe it. Both Selena and the board are backing me. You have until the bell rings tomorrow night.

AD: *sneering* Well...I see you've made your decision, Madame Commissioner. Anything to protect your brother.

Alexander storms out. Fire sighs and starts to make a call when Lucky comes staggering in, bruised and bloodied.

FW: What? Who?

Fire helps Lucky in and to the couch.

FW: Tell me. Now.

L: ....

FW: Tell me or you're fired.

L: Gh....Ghosthead.

A dark look comes over Fire's face, one we have not seen for a long time. She goes to her room, and comes out with a black bag, and then leaves the suites.

[BookerShark]

Eco barges in on Moose, sitting in a dark closet.

Moose: Update?

Eco: Lisa pulled rank. Alex has to have a tag partner tomorrow.

Moose: (smirks) Isn't that cute. Little Alex has to be protected once again. Whoever it is, we'll handle it.

Eco: No.

Moose: What do you mean, no?

Eco: I mean, I'm not taking a laissez faire approach. "Whoever it is, we'll handle it." I need you to make sure there isn't a problem.

Moose: Me?

Eco: Jack...as you have reminded me, I signed up with you in an alliance of violence, to strike fear into the hearts of the OOWF. They should be calling us unstoppable, killers, the devil incarnate, but do you know what they call us? A soap opera. The Darling-Quinn-Moreland soap opera, quickly turning into the Darling-Quinn-Muyo soap opera. And you know, in some ways they're right. The burden of history weighs on our story in a way it doesn't for the New Guard.

Tomorrow, we have a chance at the two of us getting Alexander Darling alone in a steel cage. You know what an opportunity that is, Jack. So I want you to make calls to the right people. I want you to make sure no one shows up as his partner from your history that would bite us in the ass--no Syd, no Poe, no second-match-having LD, no Fake Ket. If Alexander shows up with anyone more substantive than Cherman Hain in tow, I'm going to be pissed.

Moose: No one will come and stand with Little Alex.

Eco: That's a hypothesis. Make it a fact.

Eco exits.

FADE

[BookerShark]

Cut to Matt Folz and Jaime McAllister standing in front of an official OOWF promo banner.

JM: I'm Jaime McAllister here with Matt Folz, who in his own words "has finally stopped puking over Wisconsin shitting the bed in the fourth quarter last night" and decided to promo. Matt?

MF: Fucking Bielema, second goddamn year in a row he was completely and utterly outcoached in the Rose Bowl.

JM (Coughing): Hon, focus?

MF: Huh? Oh........yeah, right. I'd like to start with a message to all our OOWF fans: FUCK YOU, you ungrateful pieces of shit. All the New Guard does is go out and kick ass in the ring, and we get booed? Sunday night we went out to the ring as a group to help Stan celebrate, that's all, and what happens? We get attacked, unprovoked, out of the blue by the Old Guard. And while that's happening, Stan gets jumped in the ring by Danny Taylor, and DANNY is the one who gets cheered?! For attacking our World Champion from behind after he's already had a match? Yeah, some hero there.

And then, after that's done, we go back to our lockerroom and Danny barges in like he owns the place. We tried reasoning with him and he refused, at that point don't we have the right to defend ourselves? According to all of you, I guess not. So go ahead and weep for what we did to poor defenseless Danny Taylor if you want, but we are unquestionably the 6 best wrestlers in this company and you can kiss our asses if you don't reconginze that fact.

JM: With everyone else in the New Guard holding one of the company's major championships, fans are curious where you rank within the group. Care to shed some light on what your role is?

MF: As I've already stated, the fans are fucking morons.There is no "rank' within the New Guard. This isn't a clusterfuck of egos like Run DEA was, we're not trying to run the company out of business like the Five was, this isn't some joke vanity project run by two amazingly insecure spotlight hogging assholes like GFY or Unforgiven were. No. What the New Guard is, again, the 6 best wrestlers in the company coming together with common interests and watching eachother's backs with no egos and no jealousy. Now, to answer your question, my primary role within the group is one of Enforcer. Which means if someone has a problem with anyone in the group, they have a huge problem with me. If someone wants to go after the World, Onslaught or IC title? They're going to have to go through me first... if that has to happen outside of the ring, so be it.

Which leads me to Mai Muyo. Mai, you seem like you're more rational than your brother, so I hope you listen to this advice. It was a cute trick you did, sneaking into our lockerroom and marking your claim to the Intercontinental championship. My advice to you is this: Leave it alone. IF you continue to fuck with us it's only going to lead to pain and failure for you. If you continue to pursue the belt, you and I will have a conversation and it WILL end badly for you. It won't make me any happy and I won't take pleasure in it like that sick fuck Darling did by breaking Eric's ankle on Sunday night, but I will break your ankle. That's not a threat, it's a guarantee. If however you come to your senses and immeadiately stop going after one of our belts, no harm will come to you. The choice is yours.

JM: Tomorrow night, you team with one half of the OOWF Tag Team Champions Aina and OOWF World Champion Stan Fulton to face the team of Davin Moreland, Stank and LD Williams. Any words to your opponents?

MF: I refuse to say anything about that fucktard Moreland other than this: you have no fucking business being in the ring with any member of the New Guard. The day your overrated ass retires and you go off with your dog of a wife to raise the anti-christ will be one of the best days in the history of this company. Now, Stank and LD? You were at one point among the very best in this industry, and you're still very, very good. But you're just not on our level, not anymore. We are the New Guard, this is our time, and God have mercy on you because you happen to be in our way.


Fade

[BookerShark]

*Providence, Rhode Island*

The scene fades in on the following image and in between the flickering shadow of the flames we see a solitary figure sitting with sweat pouring down his face under the black hood. The INC creeps up and we get sound as we notice Alex is on his phone...

Alexander: I appreciate the offer, I really do but this isn't your fight. You've trained me to be able handle things like this, by myself, if need be, and that's what I plan on doing. I've already lost my sister to this because I couldn't commit to going all the way with it. Now I'm committed and I'm not going to lose any more friends. And after everything we've been through...we're friends Omar, so stay away. Please.

...

Look, I have to do this and it's the same thing I told Austin, Tyler, and everyone else who's called. You have your own lives...live them, and let me live mine. I gotta go.

Alexander sits in silence for a while as he looks out onto the water where the Providence Tourism Board continues their remarkable Waterfire presentation. Alex reaches down and slides his hand through the water before bringing both hands to his face and sliding them through his hair. He pulls down the hood and looks around. He honestly just looks sad at the moment before he takes a deep breath.

Alexander: Forgive me for I have sinned. I've done unspeakable things. I've tried to end careers. And not just careers of people I hated but mentors and friends. I've done it twice in this company alone. And that's not all the bad things I've done. I've gone beyond the ring to get retribution. I've kidnapped. I've tortured. I made people hurt and suffer for no other reason than I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and needed people to feel as bad as I did.

I've apologized for these sins, but I haven't forgotten them. Or the person I was. But I have tried to change. I've tried to be a better man. A better friend. A mentor to some. An ally to others. I've tried to be a role model when others tried to tear me down. I've made my peace with who I was and who I want to be and I fought hard for others to see that. But maybe I was fooling myself.

I need to ask for forgiveness once again. For what I've put my family through. For making them hurt and suffer even if it was not my intention. I thought the ends would justify the means, but maybe I was wrong...the problem is I can't stop now. I started down this path and I need to see it through to its rightful ending.

So this week at Mayhem, I will walk down to the ring...by myself because no one else should have to suffer because of my dark desires. I will step foot into the ring. I will stand opposite from Moosehead Jack and Ecosystem and I will bring every piece of anger and vengeance within me and I will unleash it on them. They will have the numbers, but I will have what is right and the full force of knowing that I am undertaking a course of action that needs to be done. My sister lays in a hospital bed because of what one of them has done. It is my solemn vow that before all is said and done...one of them will be lying in a morgue.

So it is written, so it shall be...

Quote the Darling...

*Fade to Black*


*In a whisper* NEVERMORE

[BookerShark]

Attitude Adjuster and Cardboard Cutout Johnny Adrenaline knock on a door with the placard "Honcho Williams." Like any good wrestling promo, he doesn't wait to enter, thus angering the person inside.

HW: What do you...? No, wait. First, what are you doing with a cardboard cutout of your former tag team partner? Please tell me I'm not a part of some "wrestler loses his mind" angle. I'm better than that.

AA: Nope, no crazy wrestler angle. Johnny's apparently working on his new gimmick. Seems he decided to grow a mustache and bring back the Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline gimmick. Notice, however, he's upgraded to be one with the social media. He's #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline now.

HW: Great...

AA: Anyway, we're here to help you. See, since you're teaming with the Hall of Fame No. 1 PROMO TEAM IN THE OOWF (tm), we've come over to help with your promo skills.

HW: You want to help me? I don't need your help. What I need for you to do is stand by the side the ring while I take care of TexPress!

AA: Obviously you haven't watched many tapes of my matches. That's what I do. You do the heavy lifting, I get the pin. Glad we're on the same page in the ring.

HW: That's not...

AA: But on to promotification. Your promo earlier this week? Awful.

HW: Awful!?! You don't walk into my lockerroom and...

AA: Settle down. We're here to help. Monkeys in the Truck! Roll the video!

RP - Whatever...*turns to Williams*...Hello ladies and gentlemen I am here with the young up and coming superstar Honcho Williams....now Williams you were a part of the five man gauntlet at New Year's Evil 8 and came up short as the last man eliminated by Attitude Adjuster. How do you feel about the performance?

AA: We have so many Sexy Female Journalists running around random arenas. Where did you find a Random Reporter who couldn't even remember who eliminated you at the Pay Per View? Not that I won't take credit for it if you want. In fact, I think I will. So, Honcho, since you were the last man eliminated by me at the Pay Per View...

HW: You did nothing! In fact, that's the problem! All you do is talk and talk. When was the last time you won a match?

AA: Win a match? Who said winning matches was important? All Johnny and I have to do is cut 5-star promos on someone, and--BANG--title shot! So what do you say? Win or lose this week against TexPress, we attack them after the match, steal something important to them, and next week, we've got a title match!

HW: I don't do things that way. I came here to get title shots by winning matches. Beat people, win titles!! That's the way it should be done!

AA: That seems to require quite a lot of effort. I mean, TexPress is pretty good. You might be able to beat them into submission, but trust me, Johnny and I tried. They're actually pretty tough. What's much easier is insulting them to the point that they get angry and offer you a title shot. They're faces. They do things like that.

HW: We're going out there to win the match! (Honcho starts to get irritated and up in AA's face. Somehow Cardboard Cutout #Heel Cowboy Johnny Adrenaline slides into Honcho's face.)

AA: Look, we don't need this before the match. Come on, Johnny, take a step back. Honcho, I'm sure we can work this out. Come on, Johnny, let's get out of here.

AA gets between Honcho and CC#HCJA, shoving Johnny out of the lockerroom and preventing an altercation between Johnny and Honcho.

Honcho sighs and dials his manager.

HW: What did I do to deserve this?